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Lord Help the Mister Who Comes Between Me and My Sister…


We all have that one Christmas movie that we could watch a thousand times and never get bored with.  Maybe you’re an Elf fan.  Or you love a Muppet Christmas Carol.  Or you know every word to the (in my opinion) excruciatingly long It’s a Wonderful Life.  Regardless of your tastes, though, we all have that one movie that we simply cannot get enough of.

WC_Still_0006.tifFor me, that movie is White Christmas. You hear people say all the time, “Oh yeah [Insert movie title] is my favorite movie, I know every line!” only to find out they really don’t.  Well don’t be mistaken, folks, I know every single line of this movie. I even know the hand motions, like when Bing covers Danny Kaye’s mouth in “Mandy”.  When singing the song, I always act it out too.  I’m that big of a fan.  This year I’ve watched the movie 5 times this month, and I’m sure I’ll squeeze in at  least one more watch before Christmas.  In fact…..yep, it’s now running on my Netflix.  Yay!!

I’ve watched this movie since I was a little kid, and secretly one of the reasons I’ve always loved it is because of the Haynes Sisters, and their magical act.  I always imagined my sister and I as the perfect sister act.  We had beauty, charm, and killer dance moves.  Who wouldn’t want to see us dance with bright blue feathered fans?  I would pay $6.60 or $8.80 to see that (there’s a White Christmas reference for you die hards)

Don't we look like we could be in a song and dance number?

Don’t we look like we could be in a song and dance number?

Growing up, my little sister Allison and I used to always pretend we were the Haynes sisters.  I was usually Betty, since my name is Elisabeth, and she was Judy, since she had brown eyes.  We thought we were smashing hits in our bedroom, dancing and crooning away to our stuffed animals.  Someday we knew we’d make it big, and you’d find us at an old Vermont Inn hotel talking about boys and the future, and the famous Wallace and Davis.

Some things were a little different.  We were brunettes, Betty and Judy were blonds.  We were growing up in the 1990s, and the Haynes sisters were popular in the 1950s.  We couldn’t really sing or dance.  They could (yes, I know Vera-Ellen didn’t sing, leave that be for another post).  But we had spunk.  We had grit.  For God’s sake, we shared a room for 15 years.  That should count for something.

So we’d have White Christmas sing-a-longs, dressing up in adult clothes and promising to share every little thing we are wearing.  We had a blast.  An honest to goodness blast.  We were going to make it big some day.  The Day sisters.  Elisabeth and Allison.  Live tonight, one night only. 🙂

I guess we’ve reached that age where we should have made it big by now.  Beauty is fleeting, and the Haynes sisters were classic-ly beautiful.  Maybe we should have focused a little more on our song and dance numbers as a child, because the older I become the more I realize it’s not in the cards for the Day sisters to become a famous act.

family1One thing that will never change, though, is that no matter how old we get, I will always have a little sister who will always need looking after.  Sure, we didn’t meet Danny Kaye and Bing Crosby yet, but when we do, we’ll still have each others backs.  And I know if I ever run off to the Unicorn Club over a soured love interest, she’ll be right behind me, trying to get me to come home.

And I guess when I think about it, that’s why I love this movie so much.  Besides the Christmas theme, and the singing and dancing, growing up I loved watching a movie about two sisters who were best friends.  I hoped that some day I would grow up and be best friends with my sister the way Judy and Betty were.  And if we happened to be ridiculously rich and beautiful too, well, I’m never going to turn that down.

We’re not rich, and we clean up well, but we prefer sweats over dresses most days.  But after all of our fighting, bickering, tattling, pinching, hair pulling, and crying, I’d say Allison and I have become pretty good friends after all these years.  We have our own dreams and goals, our own businesses and our own college debts, but I’ve got her back and she’s got mine.  And as the famous song reminds us, Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister!  Hear that, men!!

If you have a sister, no matter where she is or what she’s doing, let her know today how much you appreciate her.  Even if you’re not super close, be happy to be blessed with one of the best life-long friendships you could ever have.  If you don’t have an actual sister, call your best friend, the one who acts like that sister you never had, and let her know today how much you appreciate her.  And if you’re nearby and can swing it, watch White Christmas today.  I promise it will be worth it.  🙂

Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to start dancing!  Where’s that blue dress??


Next Week: D is for Dance and Dine


Back from my almost week-long hiatus.  Blame Initech and their ability to make my life a living hell.  I don’t really want to talk about work, but let me be honest and candid with the faithful blog readers I have: if you know of a job in the Pittsburgh area, let me know.  IMMEDIATELY!

So this week has been awful.  That kind of week where you either want to kick a small child (I don’t think I will ever be allowed to legally reproduce) or break down on the couch with Ben and Jerry’s Half-Baked, the Notebook, and your favorite gal pals.  I’ve teetered both directions this week.

Luckily, next week I’ll be back with a brand new post: D is for Dance and Dine.  That’s right, I’m gonna bust my move.  Well no, I’m gonna shake.  Shake my groove thing.

There’s a band in Pittsburgh known as Dancing Queen.  I’ve never heard of them, but see them for a concert, I will.  They are a 70s and 80s tribute band.  You know, two decades I really experienced first-hand.  My experience of the 1980s revolved around cribs, diapers, Seasame Street and preschool.  I’m not what you’d call “well-versed” in the 80s world.

But, oddly enough, this is where my life is taking me.  One foot in front of the other, Day. One step at a time.

Sidebar: I have been listening to 90s music all week at work.  What an amazing decade for music.  I’m not just talking about Nsync, BSB, Hanson, and NKOTB (though they do count).  I had Third Eye Blind on repeat today for awhile.  (Did not realize THOSE were the lyrics to Semi-Charmed Life when I was 10)  Followed by some old school Weezer, it’s Buddy Holly’s birthday after all.  TLC’s Scrubs, R Kelly’s Bump and Grind, Spice Up Your Life by the fabulous Spice Girls.  WHY ARE THERE NO 90s COVER BANDS?!?!?!? My generation feels so neglected.  Let’s start one!  Oh, C could be for Cover Band.  The Hootie Matthews Project?  Weezing Pumpkins?  Or some acronym a la boy bands.  Music of the Nineties are Kick Ass: MONAKA.  Boom.  Cover band name done.  Who’s in?

So this is my life.  Dreaming up 90s cover band names in my room on a Friday while the tv blares in the back round.  What do you mean, I’m part of the over stimuli-zed generation?  My cell phone is on its charger right now, thank you very much!

I’m switching some letters around.  You’ll hear about this soon.  Maybe this weekend if I can get my act together.  It’s a pretty big deal, to be honest.  I will be setting foot on a holy ground that I have not seen in over 9 long years.  Get ready.

See you soon.  Happy weekend!!


P.S. A friend of mine (don’t ask how, the 100 degrees it takes to link her to me up are ridiculous) is going to be studying in Rome this semester.  I am mucho jealous, as that is where I fell in love with Italy.  She’s going through the same college program I went through, and I know she’ll love it.  If you’d like to read about Rome, stalk random people you’ve never met, or finally find out if they do make teaberry gelatto, give her blog a glance.  Or two.  Buona fortuna, Amy!