HEY! Whatsa Matter You!

I am so proud of my kid sister, Rusty. I am 29 this year and Rusty is 27, not much difference in age, but quite different people.

She is totally awesome. I won't go in to the details of her job, but I can tell you I am incredibly proud of what she does and how she does it and certainly respect and admire when others don't.

I had a barbecue at home last Sunday, my little bear was running around the garden, I was cooking the food on the braai and every now and then Nix would take over cooking duties as I would get dragged away by the little bear shouting "Daddy ook, ook" I trusted that she wanted to show me something amazing, but no. I was tickled to the floor and beaten up by my 26 month old daughter. She then proceeded to run away, turn on a sixpence and come haring back and dive on me, knocking the wind right out of me. It reminded me of when my brother, sister and I fought my father in the kiddies dining room at home. My sister nonchalantly pulled out a chair, climbed up it and went to jump on my father from a great height. To screams of NOOOO!!!! she dismounted and joined in tickling him.

My sister went to Dave Keefes, James Stones and other friends house and asked me to pick her up late one night. She was over an hour late and so very very drunk. I threw her in the back of the car and heard some random drunk rambling coming from behind the drivers seat. 

Rusty: "I reeble ink olling free nick"
Me: "Huh!?"
Rusty: "I reeble ink olling free nick"
Me: "What!?"
Rusty: "I reeble ink olling free nick"
Me: "WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY!?"
Rusty: "I think I am going to be sick" 
Me: (angrily) " F**K SAKE, Can you hold it?!
Rusty: ".................yes"
*Silence*
Rusty: "...................I've been sick..................sorry"

I wiped up as much as I could and gave her some of my clothes to wear for the remainder of the journey, looking back it was really quite funny. I just cannot wait for her to start driving so I can return the favour.

I also remember working in Canterbury super early on morning and listening to the radio. I heard Stephen Gately of Boyzone fame had died. I stopped everything I was doing and called my parents and asked them to call Rusty and make sure she was ok and to look after her. I could not do it. I hate hearing my little sister cry. She is the strong one of the family.

My fathers uncle passed away and we all went to the funeral. Sitting on the pews somewhere near the back. The vicar invited everyone to the Spread Eagle pub to which my sister and I had to stifle a laugh and go back to looking all sad. 

My little sister is by far the emotionally strongest person I know, she is smart, kind and caring albeit we do sometimes fight like cat and dog. She is one of the only people I can actually trust and know what I say will be kept secret. 

Nufan