It’s so funny sometimes. I’m always flattered by people when they tell me how much they love my work, how they think I’m pretty, or tell me beautiful compliments based on what they perceive of me online. And then there’s my sister. If I get a compliment from her, let’s just say… it’s hard to impress her. Anyway, she said some beautiful things to me that just made my day.

My sister flew in from San Diego and spent some time with me in Indiana recently, so I thought I’d share some photos that we took of ourselves. It really is a joy seeing her. Every year she seems to be getting prettier and prettier (fuck, she’s practically a size zero right now). She’ll still be my “baby sisser” as long as I live, though. It’s so hard for me to see her as an adult even though she’s only a year and 8 months younger than me. I still picture her screaming as I’d pull her teeth out when she was a kid. LOL.

Sometimes I want to strangle her, but for the most part, I love her to death. I showed her some of my hypnosis videos and she goes, “So that’s all you do? Stare at the camera? That’s boring. Let’s watch something else.” Yeah. That’s her. She’s similar to Simon on American Idol. If my clothes are mismatched (or non-name brand), she points it out. If I look (in her words) dumb leaving the house, she won’t leave with me. If I annoy her, she throws a high-volumed tantrum. I may have a ton of knowledge of NLP but when I try to use it on her, my brain goes out the window. I don’t think she’ll ever see me as a hypnotist, because she’s known me my whole life as her big sister who was in school to be a journalist. I suppose a part of her still sees me as a journalist (which I used to be). All my hypnosis certificates framed on the wall seem to impress her, but it’s funny to me cause she says, “Come on pllleeeasssee hypnotize me. I need your help.” When I agree, she gets bored after 5 minutes and wants to read a magazine. Our relationship is so funny, you could almost make a movie out of it. We have absolutely nothing in common and spend more time arguing than agreeing on anything. And we mutually agree that if we simply met on the street, we probably wouldn’t speak to each other and if we did, wouldn’t become friends. Our bloodline is our only reason to stay in contact. It’s sooo ironic.

Regardless of our constant bickering, when push comes to shove, I’m always there for her and she says I’m the only person in the world she trusts and that she couldn’t be more proud of me. I’m not sure I trust her the way she trusts me, but I AM proud of her. She’s come a very long way considering our past, and it pleases me so much watching her grow into a successful young woman. That means so much to me. I suppose I love her too, in between all the times I want to just …. well, you know… *tightens two fists and goes rrrgghhh* Sisters. Love em, hate em. Can’t live without em.

If you want to see a bigger version of the photo above, click here. You can see us close up

By the way, here is how we REALLY are together:

That’s reality, folks.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox