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I have a sister who is 5 year older than me, and she was the smart one, the out-going one, the pretty one, and she was always the perfect daughter, the perfect granddaughter, the perfect sister... if she hadn't been so darn nice, I would have hated her. As it was, I idolized her so much I tried to be exactly like her. So much like her that I almost got engaged my first year in college just because that was what she did (poor guy, one second, we're looking at rings, the next second, I'm running like h*ll in the other direction). My little wake up call there made me realize that I liked who I was, that I didn't want to be like my sister. In a way, I lost my hero that year, for the first time I saw flaws in my perfect sister. And I certainly have sympathy for her. Though my parents tried not to show it, they did favor her a bit over the rest of us, and so she had a lot more expectations to live up to.
Nothing is going to change the fact that she graduated first (both high school and college), got married first, gave my parents their first and second (and only) grandchildren and all that. But (I say a bit evilly) she's going to hit 40 first! And because she's married, my mom is already making plans on moving in with her if something happens to my father. Sometimes the trade-off is good.
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My family puts the fun in dysfunction.
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I wonder if we sang songs to Bill Miller if that would get TIMS opened sooner, like the way it worked to wring game hints out of Dave Laverly. - rsisk [more] 
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