My sisters

If you don't have a sister or sisters, I'm sorry. 

My life without these crazy Latino gals, would be pretty bland. 

I  have 4 sisters and they are just as crazy as I am.

My youngest sister is a free spirit. She's the one that trusts the emails about needing money, she's the one that stays awake to watch the shooting star no matter the early shift the next morning. She and I have far too many inside jokes and if she ever wanted to embarrass me she could go on for days, maybe even weeks with stories. 

When I was little, I was super scared of just about everything. I mean I hated sleeping in my own bed, hated the dark, hated people things around me. I'm pretty sure sharing a room with me was awful. I remember waking her up just about every night telling her I was having bad dreams or that I was scared. She never hesitated, sometimes she'd let me sleep next to her in bed or she'd walk me back to my bed and lay on the floor next to my bed until I fell asleep. I'll never forget the early days or the days we went to school together and I'd steal your lunch. I love you and I'm forever grateful to have a Josefina in my life. I wish I had your free spirit. 

My other sister is a kindergarten teacher and her students - present and past, will never have a teacher as devoted as her. I pray Baby M has a teacher like my sister. Just about every trip to Oklahoma, we stop in and do something in her classroom. I've cut out numerous laminated pieces of art, I've vacuumed the reading circles and I've also watched several dances and performances she's helped put together. She is without a doubt the family favorite. It's pretty well noted if we're arguing and this sister starts to cry, someone is going to die. Don't ever make this sister cry, because you'll have an army behind her ready to pounce. 

When I was younger she and I went on several adventures. She and I have too many memories to share, but just about all of our greatest memories involve doing something we weren't supposed to do and eating too many calories while doing it. I think God knew I needed a Francisca, he knew I'd need a partner in crime. 

My next sister is too much like me, that we tend to argue just a tad bit too much. She and I are a lot like my dad, stubborn and not easy going. She's strong and pretty darn wild. She's the sister that asks a million questions before finally saying yes. She's also the sister that will go to a rap concert, country concert or a Spanish/Mexican fiesta . . . all in the same day if needed. She's the rock star of the familia. 

When I was younger she was always too cool for Mercedes. Today, it's a lot different. She and I share a lot of common interests and she lives in my favorite city - Dallas! My niece and nephew are true testaments of her hard work and her strength. No matter what life brings my way, I know I could call this sister at 2 am and she'd answer and be ready for whatever I tossed her way. I'm glad to know this sister is on my side. My life needs the fire Margarita brings. 

My last sister is the glue that holds us together. She's the mom of the bunch and the Jedi master. She's seriously one of the smartest people I know and C also agrees. She and I share a love for trashy reality shows and high calorie foods. 

This sister really helped me understand life for what life really was. She promised me I'd have awesome days and in turn some not so good days. She also told me I'd lose some friends and make new friends along the way. She was right and I'm so glad she took the time to help a sista out. She's the sister that hates the heat and outdoors about as much as I do, while she's also the sister who would travel 1,000 miles one way to watch an outdoor lacrosse tournament. God knew I needed Juanita for a lot of reasons. 

Also, it wouldn't  be fair to not list the two ladies that were adopted by my family, the two that keep my brother's in line. Here's to the medicine doctor, Nicole and the photo savvy mommy Jaymie. They know just how crazy we are and they still stick around to see more of the craziness! 

My life without these ladies would  be so bland and I would probably be a lot skinnier. I'm pretty sure when they call me it's so I can make them laugh or to help encourage them. These ladies are strong and devoted. I could not be Mercedes without little pieces of these gals. 

I'll leave you with a story I shared and pretty much had them in tears. . . 

Pumping gas and eating a doughnut at the same time. A school bus is passing and I trip over the gas pump and I drop my doughnut. I wasn't embarrassed, I was ticked off that I lost my doughnut.