a compilation of complete ruckus.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006


This may sound like a stalkerish thing to do. Write an entire blog on your older sister, but first of all it was her biiirthdaay yesterday, so it got me thinking, and second of all, i'm her stalker, so in order to fulfill that duty, i do indeed need to write long blogs about her.

what i can remember, starting with age "young":

-i bit her in the back. i think, i hope this is the write story with the right people, or it's going to be a riot. you know how mad people get when you tell the story wrong, even if it means that They were really the ones that bit her in the back. Anyway, i remember watching the home video of gen's back, with a GRUESOME bite right in the smack-dab middle of it. me, i was running around in the backround, i believe proud of how i had "showed her".

-gen and i had gone to my friend k.c.'s house to feed her cat. we were walking over, and knowing gen's worst fear in the entire world was a doberman, i realized what a funny joke it would be to act like there was one right behind her. i whispered for her to stay calm, and then made a large "roof!roof!" as she ran all the way home crying. I specifically remember this one because it was the first official time gennie told me she "hated me". what a scandal.

-gen had just moved into malia's old room, and exciting event in itself. i wasn't feeling too good, but had to tell her something, can't remember what. i ran to her room, opened the door, and hurled right on her carpet. not saying another word i had closed the door and gone to the bathroom to finish up. although it made perfect sense to me, this was i'm sure one of gen's "why me!" situations. who expects their sister to come wandering in the room, politely puking, and closing the door behind them? i hope she knew i was just a blessing in disguise.

-haha. my favorite gen memory. every year gen, myself, and our two cousins would do a christmas program. we'd plan months ahead creating our skits and dances with large candy canes to mariah carrey and harry conick jr.'s "santa's comin' to town". now by every year, i mean every year until gen was, well pretty old. i'm starting to realize that gen might not like this blog, but i remember her laughing every time we bring this up so i hope it's okay. if not, my black eye, was from a large piece of machinery. i promise. anyway, the last year, our brother jonathan made a cruel joke about how we all needed to grow up, and gen threw down her candy cane, and the christmas programs were finished forever. until we reajurn(spelling that incorrectly i assume)in no time.

-lastly, gen and i were both entire wusses. or best friends, one of the two. ever since the collumbine incident i found myself a huge scardy-cat, so i'd sleep in her bed everynight. we'd stay up all night talking about the guys we liked, and NO one was to know we even liked boys. gen-nate hunt, me- seth ensign. best camp out in her bed event- i peed in it in seventh grade when i had a bladder infection. grossest part= the stench lasted for weeks. sorry gen.

anyway, i guess what i'm trying to say is HAPPY BIIIRRRTHDAAAY!!!!(yesterday). you've been an awesome sis, i love ya.


At 9:01 AM, Blogger VievEGirL said...

Holy Cow! I was a freak!!!

At 2:19 PM, Blogger Greedy Kristian said...

Yeah you were. This is awesome...SOME MORE PLEASE!!!

Or at least a "Fun-na-na" story, please.


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