On Sat, 2 Oct 2004 13:29:15 -0400, Dr. Sooz wrote (in message ):
My sister and I horse around about that ALL THE TIME. For the longest time people mistook us for twins. However, I live a very conventional, healthy life and have had the bad luck to have health problems. My sister smokes ungodly amounts, can drink anyone under the table, and thinks that Taco Bell is health food (when she remembers to eat).
She looks gorgeous. A half foot taller than me, she has chestnut brown hair down to her behind, never gains an ounce and has legs up to her eyebrows. She got my mother's body type; I got my grandmother's: short, very curvy and bosomy. (I like to think that I'm a lot more comforting to hug, and I'm WAY more approachable)
I keep saying I'm the portrait she keeps in the attic. She misbehaves and I'm the one that looks like hell for it. It's all foolishness, of course, and I wouldn't trade my life for hers on a bet.
We're both happy, but in different ways - she has her husband and cats and her Cadillacs, her artwork (everyone in my family has an artistic outlet - she paints and sculpts. My brother makes amazing carved furniture, Dad sings and my mother makes/designs clothing) and homes; I have my family and all the kids in my life, my community ties, and my huge web of interconnectedness and friendship. I'm not exactly lacking in material goods, either - it's just that my cash flow heads toward that blonde kid who shops a lot.
We've been having our own culture shock this week - Manda is in the same art classes we were in 30 years ago, and is embarking on the same journey we did. I remember some of the exercises she's doing in my own freshman art classes. We had a conference call with my sister about it last night and we all agreed that there's something so REAL and indescribable about the process of creation, especially for those of us who work with numbers and science.
Kathy N-V