A House Full of Estrogen

I don't know what I would do without my two sisters. I have jokingly, and repeatedly said in the past, that I wish I were an only child, but in all honesty, I think I would hate that. Luckily, I was blessed with two younger sisters to simultaneously keep me company, and drive me to the desire to punch them in the throat. 

There they are. Aren't they beauties? The older of the two, McCall, is fifteen years old. She's absolutely beautiful, and I must admit, I'm jealous of her sometimes. You can't tell in this photo, but she has a whopping 3 inches on me, height-wise. She's also super athletic. She plays soccer on a competition team. So as a re-cap, she got all the "favorable" genes. Which is why I stick to the claim that I am adopted. Because we have none of the aforementioned traits in common. 

Even though we're as different as different can be, McCall and I have been best friends since the day she terminated my being an only child. We are involved in many assorted activities including watching Duck Dynasty marathons, raiding the sales rack at Forever 21, and late-night McDonald's runs for 50 piece chicken nuggets. I'm quite fond of her, 72% of the time. 

My baby sister's name is Macee. She and I are a decade apart in age, which makes it hard for us to be engaged in each others' lives. She's quite the character, though, and is bursting with personality. It's safe to assume she got that from me.(; She's always out playing with the neighborhood kids, and is quite the popular kid around these parts. Again, a "favorable" trait that seems to have skipped me. 

Sometimes I wonder how my dad tolerates a house full of girls. After several years of experience, i'm sure he's grown used to it, but we don't exactly make it easy with our roller-coaster emotions and fist-fights over borrowed clothing. He's the best dad a girl could ask for, though, which is why all three of us are daddy's girls. 

This is him and I, at my graduation last month. (AKA the best day of my life up to this point) 

Everyone says that I look exactly like my mom. As I mentioned in my Intro post, my mom is a German. She's a very strongly opinionated, independent, outspoken woman, just like me. Since we are so similar, personality-wise, we butt-heads fairly frequently. Sometimes, we argue just for the sake of arguing. But she has an unfair advantage, because she argues in German. And if you've ever heard an angry woman yelling at you in German, you'll know just how scary that can be, and it will shut you up pretty fast.  Even though we don't always get along in perfect harmony, my mom is my best friend. We have grown really close over the past few years and I don't think I could have gotten through the tough, adolescent years without her. 

Here's me and my cute mom on the night of my Junior Prom. 

Now you're all familiar with the people I've been 'rooming' with since I was born.(: 

Thank you, dear reader, for keeping updated.

Little Miss Mulish