Jodi - First of Six

My sister Jodi is eight years older than me. She played tuba in the band at school and I think had a short stint of playing basketball in high school. It is funny that most of my memories of her are from her in high school and older but I guess it makes sense. I remember that I would go hang out with her in her bedroom downstairs and read Seventeen magazines with her. She would always ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up - to which I replied 'a model' and she would rub my cheeks with the back side of her fingers because they were smooth. Apparently that is the one important credential of models - soft cheeks. She also wore her sweatshirts inside-out and made it cool. I remember doing it too at school and rolling my eyes at the all the kids who pointed out that my sweatshirt was inside-out. They didn't understand 'cool' and I continued doing it. That was about as fashion-forward as my career lasted with Jodi. One winter day (4th grade I think) I wore black stretch pants under my jean skirt and Jodi pointed it out to me. She must not have thought that was cool.

By the way, I still maintain that it was cool and love leggings underneath skirts.

Sweat Hogs

My younger siblings and I always thought it'd be cool to break a sweat the way our dad did when he did work (ie shoveled the driveway, etc) all over his back. So we'd dress in all of our winter gear, scarves, hats, mittens and run around, up and down, all over the inside of our house trying to sweat like him.

Why on earth would we do something like this? I also don't recall that any of us ever broke a 'real' sweat.

Day/Night Reversal

I don't know which sister's idea it was (I assume one of the oldest two) but I remember it being presented to us younger siblings. Since Mom worked nights at the time we kids would help by reversing our days and nights. On the given night I remember we tried to clean the house and do all the chores. I have no idea where Dad was. I remember that is was kinda cool being up so late and I remember vacuuming the stairways. Of course, we all crashed way before morning came and slept in late - never to make another attempt at reversing our days and nights.

Am I totally off in this? Maybe we were just helping mom by doing all the cleaning at night for her so it was done when she got home? Where was dad?

According to Me

These are my own personal memoirs in no particular order, no particular reason, and not particularly accurate. At some point my siblings may be able to clarify or add their own experiences. I just wanted a place to write down my memories as I recall them.