Skip to main content

Sisters can be a pain.

Especially when they think that their time is to valuable to do something as simple as drop off her daughter to my house Saturday.

When we talked in detail about how his is going to work it was decided that T.B and I would work together on weekends. One weekend on a Saturday next weekend on a Sunday. On Saturday's my sister will drop her off around 1 in the afternoon and I would bring her home around 5. On Sunday I will pick her up around 3 in the afternoon and she would come and get her around 4 or 5.

Somehow after we decided this either she or her daughter's schedule suddenly was full. Saturday T.B. had to go to the beauty shop to get her hair braided. If I wanted I could pick her up around 3 and then bring her home after we were finished.

See I know my sister if I gave in to pickup and drops off at the very beginning then I would be doing it all the time. Sunday her family was going to visit their dad's grandmother. So two weeks went by with no work being done on her clothing line.

So I asked my sister to get the measurement of the children who are going to be her models since they live near her and I will get the measurements from her. I will use the measurement to draft some pattern on which the clothing can be customized according to my nieces designs.

My niece still has not decided who her models are going to be.

Just the other Saturday I decided that i would drive my husband to work. There was some running around my Auntie needed to do and then I would pick up TB and we can get some work done. I came to her house and my sister and her children were no where to be found. This is however all my fault because I did not call in advance to find out what was going on.

She started tell me about the possibility of a house she had found and that she would like some help packing up the stuff. She then explained how busy she had been recently and wondered if I could come over some Saturday. I told her Friday's would be better. She said that Friday were difficult because she had so much to get ready for the weekend but Saturday evening would be perfect. I told here I would come Friday after work around 7:00. She said that is a bad time for her. I told her I could only help on Friday's after work around 7:00.


Anonymous said…
There's always Joe's on the 20th...they sell liquor there!

Popular posts from this blog

I need Therapy

It's important to take time for yourself and I am one for telling others to do that for themselves but often i do not do this for myself.   I find that I am surrounded by people who need me to do things for them.  Nothing major things that they can do themselves but it is easier to get someone else to do it and i am that someone else.  Gail do this, gail do that.  Good grief!
There are times when I feel like I am just living my life.   Just making it  day after day, one day blends into the next one.  Don't really see accomplishments, advancements, forward movements. As a result i an feel a bit lost and out of sorts.  I feel the need for therapy. I have a bujo and in it i have schedule and routine for everyone and thing with the exception of me.  I discovered this when i took a moment to review the schedules and routines to figure out  why i was not getting any sewing projects completed, no practice time for watercolors and the crocheting and needlework was sitting in a  corner.…

Life in a Scheduling Room

It has been some time since I felt it necessary to say anything about my job.  However this is something that i need to address at this time.  My work associates range in ages and this diversity helps our department funtion in an ackward yet somewhat effective way.  One coworker who is very verbal about everything that goes wrong.  You know when she is not well because she is quiet and there are times when she is very focus on what she is doing and if that concentration is broken so is her silence.  For the most part this does not bother me except when she takes me out of my zone and then my work rhythm is interrupted.   I am sure i am guilty of doing the same to her i think everyone does.  Then there is next coworker a beautiful young lady that gives the impression of being younger than she actually is and so I have a tendency to feel like  need  to protect her.  That is something I had to stop doing it was not needed and i hope I did not offend her.  Her method working is not as pr…

Beyond Mesaure

My mother taught me to sew my clothes because I was bigger then the average girl.  Please note the word I used was bigger not taller.  This is what I heard from family and friends " wow you are getting big"  At the age of 11 or 12  big means fat not tall.  
When looking at picture of myself at that young age when I was getting bigger it turns out I was quite slim. My Uncle called my lean bean, because I was long and lankey. He was the only one who go the measurment correct and described me in a way that I preferred to big. 
Before going into High School I stood 5 feet 8 inches tall and when I graduated high schooL I grew another .75 inches taller.  I tell people I am 5 foot 9 inches tall.  I love being tall  I am not a fan of being big. 
My sister stands 5 foot4 inches tall and she remembers as she was growing being told she was big.  I guess my family does not use pharses like " my how you have grown" and instead use phrases such as  "Wow you are getting big!…