Thanks, Phoebe

Grrrrrrrr......

For as diametrically opposed as my sister and I can be at times, we are also eerily similar. We are seven years apart in age, with Phoebe being the older, wiser, more responsible, ambitious one. I'm the younger, clueless black sheep who tends to forget there are consequences to actions (ooopsie) with a propensity to make rash decisions without thinking them through. Phoebe is logical and pragmatic. I am emotional and borderline reckless. My father, however, never put any pressure on us to agree or get along. He encouraged our uniqueness and simply stayed removed from whatever squabbles we had, figuring whatever differences we had would sort out over time.

For as different as we are...we do have a lot of similar interests, tastes and habits. I blame the gene pool. Our penmanship is uncannily similar. We both dye our hair the same hue (even if I streak mine with a wild shade of blonde, staying true to the rebel I think I am). While she leans towards a more conservative form of dress, our sense style is basically the same. We enjoy reading the same authors, watching the same TV shows and movies and our musical tastes are very similar, as well. One Father's Day...we bought our father the same exact card (unbeknownst to either of us). And there are times; I do not believe my father cannot determine who is calling him due to our similar cadence and inflection (he will probably disagree).

I marvel over these things. Perhaps it is my being one of those sensitive, sentimental, mushy Cancers. But I like observing the differences and similarities in siblings. It intrigues me. Yet another thing for me to endlessly ponder, I suppose. Who knows? Maybe it was living with a set of identical twins in college that has made me more acutely aware of the oddities siblings share.

A few months ago, my sister mentioned watching the TV show, The Gilmore Girls. I had heard many good things about it, but because it conflicted with my time with "*TV-boyfriend," Keith Olbermann, I never watched the show.

I have been stuck at home, off and on, for the past few weeks battling this mysterious yuck I have. You may have seen my earlier posts about how lousy I find daytime TV. There is only so much news you can watch, so I started channel surfing and stumbled across a rerun of The GGs. Since Phoebe said the show is good and I will generally enjoy anything she recommends, I watched the episode. Long story short...Dock was dispatched to Target to buy the first season for me on DVD. I ended up glued to the sofa yesterday, all day, watching the Gilmore Girls. I'm hooked. Damn!!! I'm hooked on The Gilmore Girls. And, as usual, Phoebe is right. It is a fantastic, fantastic show.

I sent Phoebe an e-mail earlier, thanking her for introducing me to another form of entertainment crack. Whilst I was tapping away at the keyboard, all of these odd similarities became apparent. I was reminded of the time, when we were younger, when we used to call each other to share our favourite songs. They were always the same. How can two, so dramatically different people, like most of the same things??? All of the time???

She is not so sentimental and emotionally messy as I. She's probably going to gag reading this. Or roll her eyes. Or make that facial expression that is so uniquely hers, I cannot even begin to describe it. I can envision the e-mailed response now, "ewwwwwww......you're so......" So, I leave it at this.

Phoebe, thanks for turning me on to another great escape. For an older sister, you're pretty cool. Even if you're always right, always know better and always give me the answers I do not necessarily want to hear (but need to). /me winks

Now, I am going to find Dock's brother and seek sympathy for being the younger sibling to a much older and wiser one.

*a term coined by Phoebe to describe her affection for Idris Elba of The Wire