Viva la difference!

While driving to Paul's today, my mind began to wonder as it often does. I started thinking about me and my sisters: Byjo and Becky. All of us had very different lives growing up, even though we were raised by the same man and woman -- technically.

The interesting thing is that our mother suffers from Schizophrenia and has diagnosed multiple personality disorder. Odd though it may sound, I am pretty sure a different personality raised each of us.

That being said, I was straining to find things the three of us had in common. Really, things we "had" had in common, as Becky is dead.

The easiest place to start is with physical attributes. We were all short (well, some of are still short). I am five feet and two and a half inches tall; and you bet your ass that extra half an inch counts at my height. And I'm pretty sure I am the tallest of the three of us. We all wear (wore) really close to the same shoe size.

But then I got stumped; we don't have the same body style. One of us had HUGE bras and the other two normal bras. One of us has a bubble butt, one no butt, and the other a butt. Our skin, hair, and eye colors did not match thanks to different sperm doners. Really, not even our facial structure matched.

I remember many times when Becky and Byjo both would show up with a new squeeze in tow to meet their sister. When I answered the door, the poor guy would be looking right over my shoulder for a small Mexican woman. Byjo's husband even told me later he thought I was the house keeper, nanny, or something.

Within the three of us, we tended to forget we weren't the same color. Really, within all of us siblings. So we would forget to warn others about the change in color. So not a lot in common there.

So I started thinking about hobbies, likes, dislikes, activities . . .

We all like(d) to read romance. We all like(d) to dance. We all have (had) a crazy nasty sense of humor; some would say a morbid sense of humor.

Then it got hard. The only other things I can think of is that we all loved each other, would help anyone we could that was in need, and all of us gave birth to multiple children.

It would have been easier to list the things we didn't have in common.

But I am not saddened my the list. You don't have to have things in common to care for people. Some of the most interesting relationships in life exist between people who are the complete opposites. I feel that one of the reasons we were all able to be as close as we were was because of our differences.

Viva la difference!