Late, late update!
Goodness! I haven't blogged since Thursday. I apologize for the lack of blogging.
And I never posted my TV apperance from last Thursday, which probably annoyed the crap out of my sister Denise, who posts as Big Sis and lavishes me in big, big sisterly praise.
She's just good people.
But here's me, Rusty and Lisa along with the boys from the MTKJ Quartet.
Speaking of Big Sis (known as DOTS in the WOTS column, my our baby sister Deidre is NOTS), Denise and I share many things. An big one is our uncanny resemblance to one another despite the fact we were born four years apart. Denise and I are both the same height (5'3") and wear glasses. Back in the day we owned several of the same sweaters which we would often pick to wear on the same day in complete ignorance of each other. (Denise was in high school and I was in junior high at the time. We went to school at different times so I didn't see her in the mornings.)
So we'd come home from school and find that we were dressed exactly alike wearing the same yellow and white polka dot sweater and stonewashed jeans that were tight at the ankle. Our shoes were usually different (as Denise liked to go sockless, all "Miami Vice" style) but other than that, the same.
Anyway, I remember this partular day of us both wearing the yellow and white sweater and joking how we thought it was strange that we often dressed alike without meaning to. We both had piano lessons at the same place our baby sister took dance and so that same evening we were sitting together at the studio and someone asked us if we were twins.
It would be the first of many times people would ask this. But we are two seperate and very different people. She's the logical one. I'm the artist. She loves math. I love English. Potatoes, Pah-tatoes. Blah, blah, blah.
But besides the trademark "Belton" nose, big eyes and similar hair, Denise and I also share a love of movies, Prince, Johnny Depp and food. Things we don't have in common include her Foriegner's Greatest Hits CD, love of Metallica and her affinity for wearing crappy T-shirts and Dr. Martin style boots everyday!
But she's still like the coolest person in the world.
Tomorrow I shall rant about my other sister who I look nothing like and is often mistaken, in pictures, to be my oldest sister, even though I am three years older than her.
Side note: this same day for the millionth time in my mother's life someone questioned whether she was black or not. Mama Belton, despite both her parents being black and pretty much everyone in her family being black, strangely enough looks Asian. I used to not believe people when they would say she looked Asian as I thought those people were nuts. Then I moved to California wich was filled with Asian people and realized that every time I saw a 5 foot tall Asian woman in her late 50s I thought I was looking at a mirror image of my mother.
Yeah. So, my mom is black but she looks Asian. If I ever figure out how to post pictures on this durn thing I'll put up one of my mother so you too can scratch your head in utter confusion. If we had to guess my mother's Asian nationality it would be Filipino.
And I never posted my TV apperance from last Thursday, which probably annoyed the crap out of my sister Denise, who posts as Big Sis and lavishes me in big, big sisterly praise.
She's just good people.
But here's me, Rusty and Lisa along with the boys from the MTKJ Quartet.
Speaking of Big Sis (known as DOTS in the WOTS column, my our baby sister Deidre is NOTS), Denise and I share many things. An big one is our uncanny resemblance to one another despite the fact we were born four years apart. Denise and I are both the same height (5'3") and wear glasses. Back in the day we owned several of the same sweaters which we would often pick to wear on the same day in complete ignorance of each other. (Denise was in high school and I was in junior high at the time. We went to school at different times so I didn't see her in the mornings.)
So we'd come home from school and find that we were dressed exactly alike wearing the same yellow and white polka dot sweater and stonewashed jeans that were tight at the ankle. Our shoes were usually different (as Denise liked to go sockless, all "Miami Vice" style) but other than that, the same.
Anyway, I remember this partular day of us both wearing the yellow and white sweater and joking how we thought it was strange that we often dressed alike without meaning to. We both had piano lessons at the same place our baby sister took dance and so that same evening we were sitting together at the studio and someone asked us if we were twins.
It would be the first of many times people would ask this. But we are two seperate and very different people. She's the logical one. I'm the artist. She loves math. I love English. Potatoes, Pah-tatoes. Blah, blah, blah.
But besides the trademark "Belton" nose, big eyes and similar hair, Denise and I also share a love of movies, Prince, Johnny Depp and food. Things we don't have in common include her Foriegner's Greatest Hits CD, love of Metallica and her affinity for wearing crappy T-shirts and Dr. Martin style boots everyday!
But she's still like the coolest person in the world.
Tomorrow I shall rant about my other sister who I look nothing like and is often mistaken, in pictures, to be my oldest sister, even though I am three years older than her.
Side note: this same day for the millionth time in my mother's life someone questioned whether she was black or not. Mama Belton, despite both her parents being black and pretty much everyone in her family being black, strangely enough looks Asian. I used to not believe people when they would say she looked Asian as I thought those people were nuts. Then I moved to California wich was filled with Asian people and realized that every time I saw a 5 foot tall Asian woman in her late 50s I thought I was looking at a mirror image of my mother.
Yeah. So, my mom is black but she looks Asian. If I ever figure out how to post pictures on this durn thing I'll put up one of my mother so you too can scratch your head in utter confusion. If we had to guess my mother's Asian nationality it would be Filipino.
posted by Danielle Belton @ 1:33 PM
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