I admit that I was somewhat nervous when I asked my sister if she’d be willing to guest blog.  I had already anticipated one particular story that she’d most likely include to haunt me (which she did, no worries), but I figured that was possibly one of the worst things she could share with the world, so I’m letting my pride take a back seat.  I will confess that I did actually copy/paste her interview into a text document and began to edit it as I read it.  That is, I did until I read the part where she commented that I might do just that.  Then I realized that she’s right, I’m a freak, and I decided to post it as is.  I’m duly humbled, so much so that I’m going to refrain from adding in my own commentary.  (I actually love the interview, and I chuckled several times, but I still want to comment.  I won’t, though.)  I’m rockin’ the self-control.

Feel free to ask her any further questions in the comments.  I’m sure she’d love to dole out stories on me at a later date.

All that being said, I’d like to thank my sister for taking time out of her busy schedule to share her words, especially when she’s sick.  Thank you, Sarah, you are sensational!  Enjoy!

1.  Give three examples of how Lindsay and you are alike.

Lindsay and I are alike in quite a few ways, but if I had to pick three to tell you about I would say: 1) our love of broccoli!  We used to get into fights/arguments over broccoli when we were younger.  Most kids would fight about toys, etc.  Not Lindsay and I…we argued over who got the last of the broccoli.  2) We L-O-V-E  LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Gilmore Girls.  I have no one other than my wonderful sister for introducing them to me.  In fact, a few years ago she persuaded me to watch one episode with her (she told me there was a monkey and a midget-so I decided to “give up” an hour of my life).  What ensued what a terrible monster that she created.  We made it through the first season and then she left to go back to Boston.  Needing my GG fix, I naturally went out and bought the entire series on DVD.  3) On a deeper level, Lindsay and I are very passionate people.  While this may be shown in different ways, it runs very deep in both of us.  She and I are both passionate about many different (and similar) things: books, people, animals, Alice

2.  Give three examples of how Lindsay and you are different.

WOW!  Only three?  Where to start?  1) Lindsay has about as much culinary skill in her entire body as I do in my little finger.  Of course, she is learning how to make a few things.  (I hear her spaghetti sauce is to die for!)  I have long suspected that Lindsay could cook if she wanted to.  I think she is just smarter in proclaiming naivety, so she doesn’t have to cook.  Then when she does, everyone is pleasantly surprised!  I do remember one time when we were younger, she decided to cook chicken for dinner.  My father told me I was to eat it, and tell her I liked it.  Well the chicken was so blackened (she cooked it over the stove) that they jokingly called it cajun chicken…to which I replied that cajun indicates the spices used, not the burntness (is that even a word?) of the food.  I tried a bite of the chicken.  One bite…that should say enough.  I love her enough to try ONE bite of her burnt chicken.  2) Physically, we are night and day.  Sure you can probably tell we are related by our faces, but other than that there are few similarities.  I am short, she is taller.  I have blonde hair, she has brown.  She has long pretty nails; I can’t get mine to grow to save my life (though they were starting to look nice at the end of my pregnancy).  And the list goes on and on…  3)  Lindsay is a grammatical freak (in fact, she may proof my writing before posting it).  Well freak may be a bit harsh.  Words spelled incorrectly and improper grammar never really bothered me.  Until Lindsay told me about this pet peeve of hers.  And well, now, I’m turning into a bit of a “freak” myself.  I see things and think of her.  Oh, I always think of Lindsay when something is spelled incorrectly or grammatically incorrect.  And then I smile.  Because another part of her is rubbing off on me.  You are probably wondering how this makes us different…I am still horrendous with my own mistakes, though I am trying to be better.  I know my sister loves me because she never points any of my mistakes out…and I’m sure it irritates her beyond belief!  And just for fun 4) Lindsay loves milk!  I won’t touch the stuff.  In fact, the only time I ever use milk is for baking/cooking.  Lindsay does not like cheese…and I love the stuff.

3.  Since Lindsay just finished grad school and is starting to search for a job, what do you think would be the ideal job for her?

I would have to say that anything relating to books would be perfect for her (i.e. librarian, editor, author) but at the same time I think that may be the beginning of her demise-at least financially.  Can you say, “Will work for books?”  I think that Lindsay would make a magnificent bartender.  Her jokes would sober up any one, and her level-headedness would serve them well too!
And now that I have seen her with Alice, I would say nanny.  Or babysitter.  Not sure she could master all of the skills required of a nanny (i.e. cooking).  My husband and I have been trying to talk her in to moving back home to babysit Alice.  Oh, we’d pay her.  She wouldn’t be doing this out of the kindness of her heart (though I’m sure a lot of it would be).  I hope she is able to find a job in Boston soon, but if not, I volunteer to drive out to Boston myself and help her pack up to come home and move in with us.  Now if I could just figure out a way to get internet out there…

4.  What do you think would be a terrible job for her?

Cook, Chef, Waitress…anything involving food.  And anything requiring anything more than basic coordination.  Though that may be too much.  Lindsay is a klutz!  Very accident prone.  She should stay away from all things that require more than basic human functions

5.  Curious minds want to know–how is Lindsay with Alice?

Lindsay is a natural with Alice!  Though I never really had my doubts.  Lindsay doubted herself.  She was anxious and nervous about holding her.  She thought she would drop her and break her.  I know she posted about me not being worried the first time I dropped Alice off with her.  I wasn’t.  I knew Lindsay would be great with her.  I know that Alice is a great baby.  The two of them should have gone together like ice cream and pie.  And they did (and do)!