ScrapHappy

Actually, maybe happy isn't exactly the right word for me today...I woke up with a headache that reached migraine level several hours ago...ugh!

BUT..I hate just sitting around thinking about how badly my head hurts when it's like this, so sometimes I attempt to "trick" it into feeling better by diverting my attention on some kind of task or project.

Recently inspired by all the crafty blogs I've visited, I decided to haul out my scrapbooking supplies and create something. Honestly, I don't enjoy scrapbooking as much as most people do...I get WAY too frustrated with sorting through the pictures, trying to do the journaling, thinking and RE-thinking my layouts until it takes me HOURS just to do one page. My sweet ya-ya junior (also knows as my mini-me...my daughter) LOVES to make fun of me for this.

However, I DO love to make cards or other types of paper crafts using all my scrapbook supplies. For some reason, I just don't feel the same kind of pressure and so I'm able to enjoy it more fully.

So today I made this:

The Irish Blessing that you can't really read in the pic says:

~May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night, and the road downhill all the way to your house.~

I miss getting crafty with my Ya-Yas!! When Anna and Leah were teenagers, we would play Christmas music, drink hot punch, and spend hours together making Christmas crafts. It's times like today, when I'm sitting alone with all my scrapping supplies surrounding me, that I long for the geographical gap to disappear in an instant so that I can have my two best gal-pals with me. Remembering old times can be bittersweet, sometimes...yes?

Anna...I made this particular project with you in mind =)....but I liked it so much that I decided to frame it and keep it (he-he)! If you get your ya-ya tushy out here and craft with me, I'll make you one of your own!

Leah...of course you're invited, too...except Major Pete and his class puts a wrinkle in things for the time being...(darn him!)

Ya-Ya

"What I like about ME" Wednesday

So... I've done quite a bit of traveling through BLOGLAND these past few days and have made an amazing discovery:

there are zillions (yes, it's a number) of AMAZINGLY talented women out there!

Seriously...I was hitting crafty blog after crafty blog and leaving each site feeling a little less worthy as a mom/wife/woman/crafter/human being....you get the idea.

Which brings me to the point of today's post.

Because I know I'm not the only one who does this.

One of the unfortunate truths about the Ya-Ya species (read: women), is the fact that we have a tendency to frequently (if not constantly) compare ourselves to other Ya-Yas. We wish our body looked like HER body; we wish we had the cooking skills of THAT girlfriend; oh my gosh, if we could only be as "crafty" as Martha McNeighbor!

This is not healthy behavior, my friends...I'm sorry to have to be the one to break it to you.

So from now on, Wednesdays have OFFICIALLY become "What I like about ME" Wednesday. And yes...I DO expect you all to play along. As long as you play by the rules:

1. POSITIVE comments only...no negativity; no qualifying your comment with even an iota of self-debasement to counter your positivity. Comments like that WILL be deleted.

2. Your "What I like about ME" may be anything...even if you have to dig deep: personality trait, body part, something fabulous that you've done in your life...use your imagination, but make it a real, honest statement.

That's it...those are the only rules. The "game" is easy to play, especially since I will get things started for us each Wednesday by posting something I like about myself. Other Ya-Yas (read: the rest of you) will then follow suit by using the comment section to tell us something they like about themselves.

See? EASY!

So I know you're dying to hear my "what I like...", right?

Today, that's fairly simple. Today, I like the fact that I had an idea that may help us Ya-Yas to quit being so hard on ourselves and recognize our own individual worth as individual ya-yas. We don't have to be like everyone else, or ANYONE else for that matter. We all have great qualities that we sometimes forget. I just want to help everyone remember that.

Ya-Ya

P.S. ~ Anna, you may NOT opt out of this one...it's your Ya-Ya-bligation as co-author of this blog!

I love my Ya-yas

I love my ya-ya's . Sisters forever!!!!!

PLUG it in..

...as in "shameless plug"...

what? (you ask)

...as in, this little post is nothing more than a shameless plug for my new little side project.

Because I have so much time on my hands right now while I'm stranded at home.

And because I'm having so much fun in BLOGLAND, anyway!...and I'm already finished cleaning today.

It's new, so don't expect too much yet. (geeeeez! give me a little time, will ya?)

But go take a look, anyway. And make sure to become a follower, so I don't get my tender feelings hurt ;)

The Epigrammatic Librarian

Ya-Ya

Untitled

The past 48 hours have probably been the most difficult in days. I don't really have any explanation why, but they have. My body hurts all over and every breath feels as if it is going to be my last. Here are a couple of reasons why:

I find myself remembering special moments of my life that included my significant other. Example, My babies being born. My second child's birth was so difficult and he and my twin were there with me the whole time. Then, we had to hear the Doctor utter the words that we needed to be prepared for his death. Wow! Tough one there. Then, in an almost simultanious thought, I have a memory of being told how stupid I am. I hear words uttered in a name calling fashion that haunt me daily. How is this possible? Why do we constantly team good with the bad? Perhaps it is that reality called Life.

Next, anger hits me. The kind of anger that few can understand. Anger so bad that it makes me want to punch something so hard. Anger from broken promises. Anger from expectations that come with saying the words "I Do". Hmmm, right now I'm thinking more along the lines of "I Don't!" I don't want to feel anymore. I don't want to wake up in this mess I created. I don't want to bend over and take it. I don't want to be a doormat to the world anymore. I don't want to hurt my beautiful children. I don't want to be weak. I don't want to feel that I am stupid or naive. I just DON'T.

I am so angry and hurt.

Dear Leah...

It has come to my attention that alot of people these days rely on this very weird phenomenon called a Life Coach...i mean really people. Are you telling me that some of you out there really need to take advice from someone who woke up one day and decided that they were talented at giving advice to a complete stranger? That's what it's all about you know...most of these Life Coaches do not even have college degrees yet they make money off exploiting your " Misfortune" or as we Yayas say " Misadventures". It's a new world out there...one in which we accept no losers, only winners in the Game of Life.



Some of you may be thinking right now...what the hell is Leah talking about? Well,I will explain. Everyone these days wants to be told that "It's ok"...no it isn't people. Crap happens. We make choices, good or bad, and we are supposed to live with the consequences or rewards of such choices. We aren't here to have every little nook and cranny of our lives to become sugar coated with a glaze of joy...that's not reality.



We have to feel.

We are supposed to feel pain. We are supposed to feel joy. We are supposed to feel confused. We are supposed to feel enlightened. We are supposed to cry. We are supposed to laugh. We are supposed to give. We are supposed to take. Are you following me people?



It's life. For better or worse...that's what it is. Living means feeling and knowing all it has to offer, both good and bad.



With that said, you may be thinking "what in the hell does this have to do with life coaches?" Alright! I will tell you. I have decided to jump on this humorous bandwagon of lending people advice. Not because I wanna make money or even exploit ones misfortunes, but because I thought that it would be fun to spoof all of this. So, here is what I wanna do. Each Sunday, I thought it would be fun for all you YaYas out there to ask Dear Leah a question? We can share with each other our points of view and maybe even collaborate with one another on what to do.



Hmmm....i hear the wheels turning in your little minds as I write...." Does Leah even have experience to bloviate like this?" Absolutely! As a lifelong member of the psychiatric community club, I feel as though I could probably share with some of you the things I have learned.



So, with that said, let's give this a try. Ask Dear Leah a question...anxiously waiting.

House of Horrors?

A couple of posts ago, Anna mentioned a journey....and asked for input from our devoted followers as to why or why not we sisters should throw caution to the wind and JUST DO IT.

Now... (mind you)... we 3 have been talking about a sister trip for many years. And EVEN NOW, with "nearly" nothing to worry about except for airfare and fun-funds, there will probably be a hundred roadblocks in our way.

Honestly? I'm not a pessimist. I'm a realist based on historical fact when it comes to this kind of stuff. I know that one day it WILL happen...but it will probably be later rather than sooner. Usually, I abhor being wrong. In this case, I would be delighted if I were!!

That being said, I really just wanted to share with you my list of PROS for the trip...and though I try not to be selfish most of the time, I'm going to indulge (just this once...yeah, right!) myself tonight by listing just my own personal reasons for wanting to go on this journey....and I'm limiting my list to my HOUSE OF HORRORS.

Okay. My HOUSE OF HORRORS has nothing to do with the people who live in it...I happen to love them all dearly. Nor is my house haunted in any way, shape, or form (sorry to disappoint...since it's October, that would have been cool, huh?) . My house is actually just the worst "lemon" in the Used Car Lot. Only it isn't a car (don't even get me started on those)... it's a house.

SCREEEEEECH!!!!!

What the heck just happened? I was all ready to list my grievances against my house when I decided to look back over what I'd already written first...and then I couldn't do it. Why? Because it's just a house. It's the people inside that I love that make it my home. That will never change no matter where I live.

As for needing reasons to go on this JOURNEY with my sisters? It's pretty much the same. The only reason I need is that I love them. I love being with them. Every memory that we make together is something that I will cherish forever. Enough said.

Ya-Ya

Pies

It has come to my attention that I LOVE Pie!!! Reasons....

If you have ever seen the movie Waitress then you will understand.

1. I hate blow jobs pie
2. I wish my husband would get run over by a bus pie
3. I am going to Boston Pie
4. The I'm always right Pie... i.e. your dick is not the cure all
5. Pie... Can I get hair with that? That's all I think about anyway
6. Your Pie is good, but the one I saw on T.V. is better
7. Knick Knack Patty Wack Pie.... No bones included

6 Random Factualities

1. Cleanliness is next to Godliness...yes i do in fact believe this which is why I also like to tweak it a bit and say that Cleanliness is next to Greatness as well.

2. Personally I hate these surveys...in fact they down right irritate me however because it is my beautiful yet annoying yayas that send them to me I do feel a sense of obligation to let them know how I truly feel.

3. I take great pleasure in helping others but I also take great pleasure in kicking stupid people's asses.

4. Oh I am sarcastic yet jovial when intoxicated

5. Yes!! I once had near death experience in a bar involving a toilet stool....that's all I'm saying...ask Anna

6. I really want to become a hairdresser, but I find that not so honorable.

Journey

It has come to my attention that a ya-ya trip is not only a necessity, but a must. There are circumstances which would allow for the trip of a lifetime! I'm talking the Motherland ladies. The only expense would be the airfare and whatever else we choose to splurge upon. So, with this being said, I am calling all Ya-Ya's to convince the others that it is time to take a stand and do something for us!

Ireland... Ladies! Airfare that's all. Then, a hop, a skip, and a ride on the ferry all the way to Scotland!!!!! If ever there was a needed trip, it is NOW!

If you are for this journey, send a comment and let us know your thoughts and reasons behind the trip. I'm speaking of pros and cons. I am calling all ya-ya's to share why they would drop everything to go on a journey or Adventure of a lifetime. Post your comments and don't hold anything back as far as reasoning. Why does a ya-ya deserve a trip with fellow ya-yas? Question of the Day.....

I too accept this award...

Too have her bare stomach compared to walrus ivory, was this strange compliment hers alone? She had no idea how to take him but had taken him nearly as hard as possible. It still ran a shock of physical weakness all the way through her to think of certain things: his body against hers, the scent of his skin. The look of awestruck joy on his face when he entered her.

Prodigal Summer, Barbara Kingsolver pg. 56

I accept this award...

And any woman who has been there, knows the truth about this kind of thing. I had a husband who beat me. The goddamn son of bitch ruined my life. Goddamn ruined my life. Took away the best years of my life. You can't ever get them back.


Strange Fits of Passion, Anita Shreve pg. 56

Best Dundies Ever!!!!

The past week in this new world of blogging has been an exciting one for me...I've made new friends, learned how to do new things on the computer, and felt the therapeutic benefits of writing.

Never did I imagine that in so short a period of time, our little blog would already be given an award! Many, many, humble thanks to Tiffany at Confessions of a Shop Girl for honoring us with the Bookworm Award.
(no, it wasn't really the Dundies....it was BETTER than the Dundies, and I'm a HUGE fan of The Office!)

If you haven't had a chance to check out Tiffany's blog, do so at once...you'll love it!

Anyhoo, here are the rules for accepting the Bookworm Award:

Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to open the nearest book to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences...The CLOSEST BOOK, NOT YOUR FAVORITE, OR MOST INTELLECTUAL!!

Right now, I'm in the middle of reading The Alphabet Sisters by Monica McInerney...and it really is the closest book to me!

The Alphabet Sisters pg.56

"I thought I'd have to start the party without you."
Bett was surprised to find herself fighting tears. "As if I'd let the birthday girl down." Another hug. "Let me look at you." Bett took a step back, still holding Lola's hands.

Okay, now I pass this award on to.......

Debbi at DaisyHalos
RaeRae at PeaceLove&RaeTard
Bella at Letterstomysister
Tia at Clever Girl Goes Blog
The Rangel-Carangui Family

Now, remember that because there are 3 of us on this blog and I CLEARLY cannot accept this award alone, I'm sure Anna and Leah will be posting the sections from p. 56 of the book closest to each one of them (in proximity) as well.

Ya-Ya

6 Random Facts about Anna

1. I don't consider myself a napper, but there is nothing better than a rainy day snuggle and an old movie on AMC.

2. I love getting in the car with absolutely no direction at all. I look forward to discovering new places and do not care about the gas burned.

3. I am working dilligently on my first novel

4. I could eat bread for every meal accompanied by wine and be just fine.

5. I really do still believe in Santa Clause and no one can make me believe otherwise

6. I wish I was a world famous Ballroom Dancer

Happy Memories and a Good Cry

These are for my two beautiful sisters...because sometimes, when life totally sucks, happy memories and a good cry can make you feel a teensy bit better.















LOVE MY YA-YAS FOREVER!!!!!

Velour Jumpsuit

So, I thought yesterday was bad when I managed to sleep through the hammering of sub-flooring being placed down at my new "home" but today is much worse. Why, you must ask?? I find myself crying at the mountains of thoughts in my head and to make matters worse, I decided that a blue velour jumpsuit was somehow going to make me feel like I wasn't bloated and fat???? What was I thinking?

I don't want to do anything but go to sleep today and forget that the world and all its crap exists. Granted, my choices have ultimately created the mess I am in...but knowing that doesn't help matters much. Fall is my favorite time of year and I can't enjoy it. This is when I get Crazy about Christmas(I still believe in Santa Clause)! I usually spend my time baking and filling my home with the scents of cinnamon, pumpkin spice, and apples. The Christmas music is usually blasting as I live out my life long dream of being Judy Garland in the movie "Meet me in St. Louis" singing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. But, I can't find that person and it makes me sad.

So here I sit in my pathetic excuse of an outfit wishing I had an entire Raspberry cheesecake to gorge myself on. A separation, Losing my job, and starting my period all in days of each other has got to be Satan in disguise. I don't think things could get worse, but I hear you are never supposed to say that because they probably will.

I've Been Tagged!!

Okay....not even a week into this blogging thing and I've already been tagged by the sweet Rangel-Carangui Family . This will be a true test of my computer capabilities as I attempt to get all this linking done without screwing it up =)

Well here are the rules and have fun!

1. Link to the person that tagged you

2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
6. Let your tagger know when your entry is UP


6 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT LYN:

1. I hate it when people ask me what I want for my birthday, Christmas, etc....I'm a firm believer in giving gifts from the heart that will mean something to someone. Some of the best gifts I've
ever received have cost next to nothing, but have meant the world to me.

2. If I could go anywhere in the world, it would be IRELAND...with my sisters. I'd like to spend
about a month in a little cottage just taking in all the scenery, exploring the country, and
visiting lots of pubs.

3. I can't sleep with my closet doors open...not even cracked...and it has nothing to do with monsters, ghosts, or boogeymen; it's plain ol' OCD.

4. I'm not scared of much...but I passionately hate clowns, oompa loompas, and The Wizard of Oz.

5. One of my all-time favorite memories is the Thanksgiving when my sisters and I were younger and we spent the day putting up Christmas decorations and then watched Anchors Aweigh (Gene Kelly and Frank Sinatra)

6. I love my husband dearly, but if this guy ever showed up at my door, I'd consider running away with him:

Okay, now here are the TAGEES!:

1. Bella

2. RaeRae

3. Vanessa

4. Anna

5. Leah

....I'm so new I could only come up with 5!

P.S. Since Anna and Leah are part of this Blog, I'm allowing them to be exempt from the whole tagging and linking business....but I still expect them to post their 6 random facts. Yeah, maybe it's breaking the rules a bit, but as the big sister I'm entitled to do that for them.

Ya-Ya

Sometime between first thing in the morning and ???

You know what isn't an adventure???

Sitting around ALLLLLLLLL day waiting for the appliance repairman to show up to fix the appliance that's only 3 months old in the first place.




That's it...
That's all I've got.

Ya-Ya

The Anna has Landed!!

Calling all Ya-Ya's... Grab a smoke, a mug of coffee or alternative beverage of choice, grab a bag of jalapeno cheetos and enjoy the ride!

Although some of us may be technologically challenged, I believe that making an entrance is always more interesting than being the first one to arrive to the party. As my endearing sisters of stated, I am in the Misadventure of my life at the moment. Things are so topsy-turvey that half the time I don't know what day it is, I spend more time in my car, I'm lucky if my socks match, and of course i can't remember the last time I ate anything other than a cigarette. I find myself in silent solitary reflection of how I ended up in such a "Dill"pickle of a situation. Don't get me wrong though, there have been some humorous adventures alongside my Misadventure. I could not have gotten through the past 3 weeks without the divine support of my sisters. They are the greatest people I know! Ya-Ya!

Anna, Anna, Wherefore Art Thou, Anna?

So...I figured that by now, some of you who are following this blog may be wondering why Anna hasn't made an appearance yet. (or maybe you're thinking that Leah and I are a tad bit looooooney and we just made her up, but rest assured that only half of that statement is true!)

Anyhoo...Anna is currently in the midst of the biggest adventure (wait, I'm not sure that's going to read right...try again)

Anna is currently in the midst of the biggest MISadventure (ok...a little bit closer, but I'm still not sure it's going to translate properly)

(ok, here goes....)

Anna is currently in the midst of the biggest MESS of her life...so she's a little preoccupied at the moment.
But that's the thing about life...it's messy sometimes. Did Anna create all of her own mess? Not at all. Rarely do any of us create ALL of the mess we find ourselves in. But pulling oneself out of the mess and attempting to clean up afterwards can be a bitch if the other messies refuse to acknowledge their role in things. Unfortunately, that's where our Anna finds herself right now.

So the rest of the Ya-Ya club has been on full alert for the past several weeks. I was able to spend two weeks with Anna and Leah when the first distress call came. Leah, in her typical way of magically making things happen, called me on a Thursday morning to tell me that Anna's world had just caved in, and had me booked on a flight Friday morning. That's just Leah.

And that's how the Ya-Yas work...all for one, and one for all.

Ya-Ya

Ya-Ya Therapist Extraordinaire

Meet Jake...protector, defender, soother, and all around Therapist Extraordinaire for the Ya-Ya Club.

Technically, Jake is my dog. When it comes to the Ya-Yas, though, this is most DEFINITELY a mere technicality. Jake adores my sisters... my sisters adore Jake. Occasionally, I worry that Jake may even love my sisters more than he loves me...but then I sit down with a big sandwich and you couldn't pry him from my side with an earthmover...and I think I'm probably safe.

Seriously, though...when one of the other Ya-Yas comes to visit, Jake is glued to her side. And Jake is a 110 lb. extremely warm snuggler...one of the many reasons it's just so stinkin easy to love him. And Jake is a very sensitive dog...he knows when someone is sad, and that's when the doggie therapy magic begins. He'll watch over you like a guardian angel of sorts...sit outside of the bathroom when the door is shut to make sure you make it out safely, sleep cuddled up next to you so that you stay warm and feel protected, and heave his big body onto the sofa and lay his head in your lap while you're watching TV just so you know that someone cares. He. Is. The. World's. Best. Dog!

The truly sad part is when a Ya-Ya departs. Jake does NOT take this well. AT ALL. Doggie crying is heartbreaking...as are the sad "puppy" eyes that stand at the door and watch the car pull away from the driveway on the way to the airport. Then comes several days of doggie depression in which he looks like this: and then he won't eat for three days. Which I can totally relate to....because I go through the same thing. Yeah...that's how much he loves the Ya-Yas. And so do I. I feel ya, dog!

Ya-Ya

My Ya-Ya Pledge

I will... take your hand if you are scared
walk with you when you feel alone
hold you when you need to cry
and be your needed backbone

I will... stand and fight for you always
battling those who try to harm you
protect your heart from piercing wounds
and be the warrior against your blues

I will... seek to find you when you are lost
provide the light to bring you home
offer my arms of comfort in need
and erase the fears that make you roam

I will... promise not to judge your pain
give all i have within me
respect your soul with gentle grace
and Love You void of boundaries.

The technotards did not win!

Ok...it has taken us two days now to get me to be able to join in the ranks with Lyn so that I too may share our yaya adventures. The technotards that rule the world did not defeat me and now I am and will begin to share the younger sister's opinion on my life with the two greatest women I know. My perspective is blunt and at times viewed as black and white....having little if any gray zone. I am a straight shooter, i will not sugar coat things to make it go down easier, and of course,.....i am the wild one of the bunch. So sit back and enjoy the ride I am about to take you on. It is not for the weak or faint of heart. In the words of dear Arnold...I will be back!

Communication is KEY...

...or in our case, more like KEYBOARD.

Anna and Leah live in the same state about an hour away from one another. I live 6oo miles away from the two of them. Cell phone texting has become a way of life for us. (not to worry, though...we all have unlimited texting plans!)

Before texting became such a huge phenomenon, we talked on the phone A LOT. But all three of us are mothers. With living, breathing kids. Every mother alive knows that one of the first "natural" laws of motherhood is that the minute you pick up any kind of phone to have an actual conversation with a person on the other end is the EXACT minute every child in your house will appear (seemingly out of nowhere) and demand every ounce of your attention in the form of food needs, beverage needs, homework needs, boy troubles, girl troubles, friend troubles, I'm mad at dad troubles, I don't know what to wear troubles, I can't find my shoes troubles, and so on......

A mother must have invented phone texting....absofrickinlutely genius!!!

So now my sisters and I can carry on conversations whenever we like no matter what form of chaos is going on around us AND not have to worry about daughters above the age of 7 quietly hanging around the corner eavesdropping, hoping to catch some juicy family gossip.

"Oh no!" I hear Phoebe call from the other room. ("who the heck is Phoebe?" I hear you asking....)
"Oh no!" There she goes again.
I go to the other room, grab my phone....two new text messages have arrived =)

You got it....Phoebe is my phone. I named her so because my text message alert is a voice clip of Phoebe from FRIENDS saying "oh no!" in one of her classic moments on the show. Why did I do this? Because news travels fast in my family. Bad news travels even faster. And often. And I have a twisted sense of humor.

Eighty percent of the texts I receive are from Leah or Anna....which makes me happy....MOST of the time. Except for one small, minor detail....
I HATE LEAH'S PHONE!

Leah's phone has serious issues when it comes to texting, which I've decided can only be explained by one of the following reasons:
1. It's in the early stages of dementia or alzheimer's and clearly it just can't help it's behavior
2. It suffers from a severe case of ADD
3. It's just plain evil and takes joy in the fact that it totally f***s with me by confusing the conversation so much that I just give up and then sit around wondering if I need to up my meds

So now I guess I should clarify the problem. Leah's phone doesn't always text in real time....sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't. Occasionally, it takes several hours to get one of her texts. OR, it will send all the texts it's supposed to within a reasonable time frame, but it will do so in a completely random order....so I have to try and make sense of the conversation on my end.

Case in point on the first instance: Once when I was visiting Leah, we were hanging out with a couple of friends on a Friday night. It was getting late and we still had to drive almost and hour to get back to her house, and she wanted to be subtle and inform me that she thought it would be best if we left before too long. So she texted me. I received that text about 2 hours later...just about the time that we were pulling into her driveway, ALREADY HOME!!!.....yeah, I hate her phone.


But I love my Ya-Yas. And if I didn't get to talk to them every day, I'd probably go crazy. So, evil phone or not, I'd just like to say God Bless Texting...and my girls.

Ya-Ya

Battle Cry

There is nothing in the world quite like the bond of female friendships...and when your closest girlfriends happen to be your sisters as well, it's like being twice blessed. It's also like having a bond that no ginsu knife in the world could possibly cut through... come hell, high water, or special low price of $9.95.



Anna and Leah are my very best friends in the entire world. They are also my younger sisters...twins, to be exact. Eight and 1/2 years separate us in age, but you'd never know it when you see us together. We come from a family of six children...two brothers older than myself, and one brother that was born between me and the twins. Our family is pretty much like any other family these days: full of dysfunction, drama, crisis, craziness, and love. Through the years, we sisters have evolved from being merely siblings into being friends, from being friends into being kindred spirits, and from being kindred spirits into being more like 3 parts of one whole. Occasionally, we're accused of being too co-dependent. Truthfully? We don't care. What happens to one of us happens to all 3 of us....Ya-Ya.



Ok. I know you've heard the Ya-Ya term before if you've read the book or seen the movie Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. We're not really trying to infringe upon rights or steal anything here. We've had a rough couple of years, though, and in the past year or so we sort of adopted the phrase "ya-ya" as our battle cry to signify our sisterly devotion to one another through whatever circumstances come our way....and believe me when I tell you that they DO come, and they come often! (that's where the adventures part comes in)



So what will follow in days to come will be the adventures of us: Lyn, Anna, and Leah. Three crazy, silly, warm, loving, frustrated, intelligent, witty, charming, sometimes b*tchy, mixed-up sisters who love each other more than any other sisters on the planet. Sometimes the adventures are just everyday stuff...but if you knew us, you'd know that every day with us is an adventure. Just ask our families....



Ya-Ya