The Sister

Cory (asleep), Me, and cousin Bobbie

I have a sister. Cory. I know, it’s spelled like the boy version.

I tried to talk my parents into naming her Ariel, from the Little Mermaid, but they wouldn’t do it. The lack of red hair did not change the fact I continued to call her Ariel for several months after she was born was beside the point.

She is two years and nine months younger than I am, making me the all knowing and powerful older sister.

She's something. I don't think "special" or "wonderful," is the right word for her. More like a pain in my butt.

Dad, Me, and Cory on a flight back to AZ

We argue constantly, over anything and everything. Sometimes, more than most, I feel like I want to strangle her, but at the same point hold her close and tell her I love her.

Sure we have our bad days. Ok, we have a lot of bad days. But we do have some really great memories. The fonder ones are of course of me bossing her around.

I wish I had a scanner around to show you some of the pictures from the “good ol’ days.” But because I do not, I shall shower you with more recent pictures.

May 2010

Cory and I when she was a baby

Senior year Homecoming dance

December 2011

Cory's 18th birthday gift: Hot Air Balloon ride

 

         Just Sisters.....

"I'm smiling because your my sister, I'm laughing because there is nothing you can do about it! :)"

"Little" Sister No Longer

For my "little sisters," 18th birthday we had a "sister day" the day before. We went to the movies, saw "No Strings Attached," which was filled with hilariousness! Personally I think it is MUST see, it’s so funny and contains a lot of cuteness. :)

After the movie, I took Cory to Clarie's and she FINALLY got her ears pierced.

 

The actual day of her birthday 1/22, we went on a hot air balloon ride, which was SO MUCH fun! I think my pictures can tell the story better than I can.

They gave us planes to make and throw down. Cory's just glided, mine just failed...horribly.