and thus we end another year of the singles/doubles tournament at the dpl.

halleluiah.

sister #3 and i celebrated the end of heinousness with a lunch at the olive garden where we discussed the bible, dinosaurs, our family, house decorating, birth order’s effect on personality and nature vs. nurture.

“i don’t see how anyone can not look at you and believe that nature plays a strong roll in the development of our personality,” she said.
“huh?”
“well,” she said, “look at you. you’re nothing like any of us. you act like your biological father even though you never met him.”
“yeah, i guess so.”

an amazing revelation. really, because of all the sisters, #3 is usually the one who does not want to talk about my biological father. she had a hard time with it for a long time. it was almost like she thought my mom had betrayed our dad by having a child with another man– even though i was born long before she met our dad.

it’s weird. while i think about my biological father all the time, i always think it never enters into their realm of consciousness. someday, when i am brave, i will have to ask them how it makes them feel. i know to some degree it bothers them, like i got the shaft or something. i know awhile back, when sister #2 was doing a bunch of genealogy she had some family-tree making software that wouldn’t connect my branch to the tree and that upset her. but other than that we just really never talk about it. and, i think, that maybe i would like it if we did.