Nana Bo Banna

First I want to extend my thanks to all the amazing emails, tweets, gchat messages, texts and BB Chat messages that I have received since Friday! Anyone who says that Blog friendships aren't real and that no one really cares about what is happening beyond the blog face can KISS MY SASS! I'll get back to each of you personally. I promise. May take me a few days but you will hear from me. For those that are scratching their balls ass heads wondering what the heck I'm talking about, I'll catch you up at the end of the Memoir Monday Post.

Its true, its real and its mine. Own your memories people!

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First allow me to soften your hearts....please gaze lovingly upon this picture and be sure to refer often to the angelic face of the young girl on the far right....

Yes....the one on the right was me...BigSis is in the center, our cousin is the toehead and Sista is the baby. So again, if at anytime you need to refresh yourself on the loving angelic cuteness that was Ducky, please refer to the little cheeser on the right....
 BigSis is 5 years older than I. BigSis knew everything, was the responsible one, the smart one, did everything right and couldn't possibly EVER treat her younger sister badly. If you were here last week for Memoir Monday I talked about how I was always blamed for everything and of course I have more memories to support such claims (Middle Children Stand Up and UNITE). Like the time Sis and her friends were playing and just couldn't be bothered with the cuteness that was me.  Some snotty comments flew back and forth and she finally called me a jackass and slammed the bedroom door in my face. Pshaw!  So down I went to ask Mom what jackass meant. I hadn't heard it before and while I was sure it was an insult of some kind I just didn't know the degree to which I should be plotting revenge. Never in a million years did I expect that MY cute 6 year old self would end up in trouble. Evidently it was much more difficult for Mother Dearest to believe that BigSis called her sibling a jackass than it was for Mother Dearest to believe I was asking the meaning simply so I could say JACKASS ten times under the guise of seeking knowledge.

So BigSis totally had it coming the next 10 years day when I chased her around the house with banana peels in hand. BigSis has a long list of allergies. It really cramped my childhood y'all. No rodeos cause of the hay, no camping because she was allergic to lack of running water, only stuffed little kitty pets cause BigSis was allergic to cats and of course she had some food allergies. She was and still is very allergic to bananas. She can't even eat other fruit that has touched a banana...you know...like in a fruit salad or something. She swells....not really like The Nutty Professor cause her whole body doesn't bloat...just her face. **pause for laughter....mine not yours**

I personally thought it was a great stroke of genius to dash into her bedroom and throw banana peels at her face. Hell I still think its funny and every once in awhile toss one at her just for shits and giggles. She will still tell anyone and everyone who will listen about all the times I have attempted to kill her and the miles logged as I chased her round and round the house with bananas in hand.

So that's it. I'm a mean sister...don't forget to look at the photo again. *smile* HUGS LOVE AND PRAYERS BigSis...we're pulling for you.

Up to speed: long story short BigSis went to the ER on Thursday feeling very poorly. Found out Friday morning she has two brain tumors. One large one at the base of her brain on the right side affecting her motor skills, memory and personality, and a smaller on on the top of her brain. Friday she passed her neurological tests just fine, by Saturday morning she failed and was running a fever. She was transferred to a bigger hospital with a top notch neurological team. Surgery is a must and will happen sometime this week. She is in good spirits (I tweeted her snarkyass comments over the weekend) albeit very worried, but holding up as well as anyone could under the circumstances. She is young....35.....married and has a 5 year old son. Thank you for your prayers, well wishes and positive thoughts. Just knowing that you paused to think of her and our family provides such a tremendous sense of support. Thanks seem not enough....
If you haven't yet seen the Monkey Mission efforts, I encourage you to show your awesome support to Michelle at Her 16 month old daughter Monkey is just beginning her battle with Neuroblastoma.