Wow sis is going to town on this blog. We started a wall of post-it notes full of past stories to tell for this new blog. But I thought we should probably get into how this wacky brother and sister duo happened.
In the beginning: I had moved home to save money because I was broke. I was in my junior year of college and hated everything about that school so I moved off campus, then back home. A few months later, sis follows suit and moved home. Her move in day was traumatic. Not only did we have to lift boxes and junk, but while carrying in some boxes Pops met us outside and said, “Hey I just got a job in practically Canada” To which sis responded, “I am NOT unpacking!” I still had a year of school left and sis had recently accepted a new job so we needed to find a home and fast. Turns out Pops’ company was paying for the move and helping them sell the house as fast as possible. Awesome.
Enter the third roommate.
Due to some shenanigans, we two orphans (sis and I) adopted a delightful roommate who we will call “High-roommate” She was a very productive pothead and was probably more productive when high.
So we needed to find a three-bedroom apartment that allowed smoking (High-roommate also smoked cigarettes at the time we moved in together, she was very good about keeping the smell just in her room and who doesn’t like a little bit of second hand smoke? It’s like smoking without the guilt!)
Due to some shenanigans, we two orphans (sis and I) adopted a delightful roommate who we will call “High-roommate” She was a very productive pothead and was probably more productive when high.
So we needed to find a three-bedroom apartment that allowed smoking (High-roommate also smoked cigarettes at the time we moved in together, she was very good about keeping the smell just in her room and who doesn’t like a little bit of second hand smoke? It’s like smoking without the guilt!)
Enter “JoeOil” We referred to this apartment as its address but JoeOil is a better name because in the winter it was colder than an ice dancer’s vagina. (Sis will have some quality freezing stories at a later date.) Now the kitchen of this place was bomb. It was so nice, good appliances and a good size; the rest of the apartment, well that was a mess. High-roommate got the middle room because sis and I did not want to have bedrooms next to each other. That was really the only good bedroom. My bedroom was about the size of a closet. Sis’s room felt like it was outside. The living room was just a log cabin they attached to the wall with railroad spikes. Oh and we were the first people to live in it for years. Which meant bugs got used to living in there. It was not in some squalor like state, it was just ruled by bugs (until I started killing bugs – also a story for later.) Our landlord was awesome. We have some hysterical stories to share from apartment JoeOil. Including 3rd floor creepers, 2nd floor elephants and new 3rd floor tenant, who was afraid of other humans.
It was through the abandonment of our parents that we grew closer as siblings. It was through almost freezing together that we found humor. And it was through a love of Patron that we grew as people.
It was through the abandonment of our parents that we grew closer as siblings. It was through almost freezing together that we found humor. And it was through a love of Patron that we grew as people.
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