Tell us about your siblings
 

Older than you, younger than you, how many, what gender, love them, like them, hate them?

I'll start

I have none.

Now you go.

I have an older brother (a year and a half older.) He's awesome and he's my rock. He's successful and funny and good-hearted.

I have a younger brother (eight years younger.) He's awesome too. My older brother and I doted on him. He would write me letters, with pictures he'd drawn all over them, when I went away to college. He's successful and funny and good-hearted.

They both have amazing wives and kids and great lives. They're both good-looking. They're smart. They're heeeeeeelarious.

I told my 'rents: if I'm the worst one you got you didn't do too badly. ;)

(Never ask about my family unless you really want to hear, I'm always glad to boast them up.) :)

Older sister > salt of the Earth

2 younger sisters
one is cuckoo for cocoa puffs
the other is a smart cynic

Love them all :)

Got three, 2 bros and a sis - all older. Love them all Sis is a bit tough to deal with, sure wouldn't want her against me. See them once or twice a year now.

Two brothers - 2.5 years younger than I am. One serves in the Army, the other travels a lot for work, inspecting power infrastructure. Not really 'close' to either of them - am more close to my brother in law and sister in law.

1 older sister , we havent spoken in YEARS , My choice

A Big Brother 6 years older than me and a fundamental part of what made me the person I am. Clever, calm, wise, artistic and uber capable at anything he tries, brave, good looking, and funny.

He dropped out of education after a year of doing art at college and went off to work in the real world. factory work, building site jobs, through to an apprenticeship as a joiner and plasterer, basic carpentry and design, then off to sell partitioning contracts for a large partitions firm. Went and studied Neuro Linguistic Programming and qualified as a counsellor, started up a little design house (with my ex) for counter culture products and designed for that for 10 years.

Now he has his ideal job: self-employed, landscape garden design and dry stone walling :P Outdoors, works with his hands, gets to use his designer brain. He's quite ike my dad in that way. Dad was an inveterate tinkerer. Loved nothing more than a technical problem to solve, or a broken thing to fix. Ingenius lash-ups and fixes to boggle the mind.

And it means he can work his jobs around the school day and school holidays and allow my Sister in Law to pursue her nursing career where ever it takes her.


Though he left education after high-school, he has never stopped learning. He reads, constantly. Fascinated by scientic stuff, the natural world, and particle physics, you name it, he's got a handle on current theories as much as a layman can from the books available. And from his time as a counsellor he's retained an interest in neuro science and development. A genuine auto-didact.

Oh yeah, and he used to be really into the club scene, and still, now and then if a dj he knows is doing a set he and his mates will have a boys night out. He is and has always been a fucking kick ass dancer. He's also very well trained in some martial arts, and has a martial artist's physique and grace of movement: lean but solid muscle.

He's one of my favourite people in all the world *smiles* and he lives at the bottom of the lane, down the hill from my house. In fact, he's why I ended up living in Yorkshire in the first place. It was visiting his house after he moved here, that got me and J interested in moving.

Aside from a brief spell of a couple of years whne we were each off doing our own things and weren't much in contact, we've always had a close relationship. He was my babysitter, co-conspirator and mentor in mischief and fun. When I was a tot and had to soak for 15 full minutes in a bath of some eczema remedy or other, it was often Martin who sat and told me ghost stories to keep me from getting too bored. It was Martin who woke me up in the early hours of Christmas Day to assure me he had definately heard sleighbells and hooves on the roof, and ushering me to the window to see if we could spy anything. And it was Martin who came up with wild and wonderful practical jokes and fancy dress costumes.

Bless him he (and his mates) was endlessly patient with his baby sister.

Not to say we never fought, because we did. Not to say he didn't sometimes wind me up to the point of tears, because he did. But to be fair I did also once wreck his Evil Knieval action figure by playing with it in a bath with oil in it. And I did go through a brief phase of ransacking his bookshelves and then writing in his books...

Well, biologically, I'm the fourth of five.

Three older (2 boys (one deceased (crib death)) and one sister) from one father, then me (from a different father), and one younger (once again from a different father). My sister is the only one I talk to. The oldest has never met me. And the youngest doesn't want to.

Adopted-wise, I'm the youngest of eight. Four and four. The oldest is a defrocked Catholic priest who tried to molest me when I was young, the next is an aunt who might not be all there, followed by an aunt who hates everyone in the family, then my biological mother (who refuses to even acknowledge my existence) , then an uncle who thinks he's the wise-ass of the family. Next father gives us an uncle who converted to Judaism. (That's gotta be some mean pussy make a man change gods like that.) And the last father brings us to an aunt who decided that since I wouldn't leave Freemasonry to join the Jehovahs Witnesses, I was banned from any contact with "her" family.

And people wonder why I'm antisocial...

Younger brother by 3.5 years. We get along, somewhat. Small doses.

Always envious of friends who had sisters. Though, they use to tell me they would trade me in a heartbeat.

i'm the youngest of 3. two older sisters. one is a lawyer the other, the oldest, suffers from cerebral palsy. haven't see her since before the disaster. her choice. middle sis and i get along. we don't see much of each other but we still talk.

I have two older brothers and one younger. I didn't have a sister to share or fight with and I always wondered if I missed out on anything essential. I do find it easier to get along with men than women.

We all get along pretty much, maybe not really close, but no friction either. When we get together it is usually a good time...we love to play games and talk (and drink :D). Coincidentally, we have planned a gtg this weekend...we are going to see the Sox lose another game in Chicago - seems they are having difficulty winning home games.

We are an older bunch - 55, 53. 49. and 45. No one is really successful, but we are pretty happy working class stiffs, I think. We are all married, but so far, only Andy has children - two sons in college. Neil has a young wife and they just bought a house, so hopefully another niece or nephew to dote over will be in my future. (I'm really hoping for a girl - I mean come on, there's enough boys in this family!)

Although I love all three of my brothers, its easier for me to spend time with my younger brother, Neil.

I have one brother, two years older than me. I am perhaps moderately cool, whereas he is #$%@ing awesome. He's a firefighter for a living and drives racing cars for a hobby (and is pretty darn good at it, but not professional).

We're in occasional contact, reasonably friendly, but not really close.




Man, you've got at least five years worth of The Young and The Restless right there. I think I need a flow-chart or something to follow all that.

I like the sound of your family.

2of4 here. Two guys, two gals, I'm the oldest male and am entitled to all the rights and privileges pursuant. I guess I'm still waiting on that one. ;) We had a rough time as a group when Mom died and Dad's brain started to misbehave more than usual. I think we're better for having weathered that.

Older sister is the social one and the organizer of family stuff, which put her in conflict with little sister regarding my Dad's health issues and estate. They seem better of late, older sis is living her suburban dream: soccer, gymnastics, and cocktails with the neighbors. She has Dad in her home about half the time, keeping his meds regulated and running him to doctor appointments. It can a burden, but she does embrace her role. If / when Dad gets worse we're going to have to make sure she lets go.

Little sis is an intensely devout Catholic, but hasn't let it interfere with our relationship. At home Mom, great kids, country dweller, and highly disorganized. Her perceptions are sometimes impacted by her emotion based thought processes, which kind of fits her spiritual side. She sometimes leaks anger over things I thought were over but she has been using as some kind of spiritual burden.

Little brother was a bit of a world traveler, much more intellectual than the rest of us, a great smoozer, he can match persona to situation better than anyone I know. He is teaching English but has a degree in law. He contracted Lyme's disease and is suffering pretty badly. Married/ no kids. Funny SOB.

I've 2 sisters - one older (by 8 years) and one younger by five years. My older sis is my best friend, my rock, my twin soul but my better soul. She's been a pediatric nurse forever and now is teaching the next generation of nurses - she's pursuing her PhD. She's uber-intelligent, funny, good-hearted, creative, a crazed animal-lover (she sends money to PETA. When I pointed out that PETA was crazy, she said she was glad they were crazy as people who abused animals were crazy,too, and PETA just evened out the universe) (Oh, she DOES eat meat. Definitely!) She's married with three grown kids - one of whom was adopted from Guatemala. She is the 'successful' one with a beautiful house and many vacations a year. If it weren't for her I would never go anywhere. she's taken me to Key West, NOLA, Myrtle Beach, Cape Cod and Maine. She LOVES a road trip and is good at planning them. She is compassionate and patient. I probably wouldn't be here if not for her and her support.

Little sis smokes so much dope I swear she's Jamaican. We aren't very close though she lives just up the road. Her hubby is a strange bird - very anti-social; never speaks, won't answer the phone, won't answer the doorbell...he hides whenever we (his in-laws) comes over. I think he's schizotypal. She is smart and funny but provincial. She has surrounded herself with idiots so she thinks she's the smartest person in any room; which she very well may be BUT when you surround yourself with idiots...that's easy. We are rather estranged. She has four kids - two of which have neuro problems that I think are completely related to her intake of substances while she was pregnant. this girl smokes a whopping boatload of dope. She works, too, but her job of 10 years will be cut next year. Her husband delivers newspapers. They teeter on the edge.

Thanks!

I forgot to add that Andy's wife, Isa (who's French - they met while he was studying abroad in Strasbourg his junior year), is my best friend and like the sister I never had.
She also has only brothers and no sisters.

I am the youngest of 4 children.

Oldest sister is 9 years older then me, is a French teacher at a private school and close to retirement.

Next sister is 7 years my senior. A rea; wanderer, she has never really found her calling, was dyslexic as a child back when it was pretty much ignored as a discipline issue which.

Brother is 5 years older and is a potter living in Taipei, Taiwan.

Older brother, me, younger sister, younger brother.

I love and respect them all, and it's great when we get together every year or two. But we don't really keep in touch in between. They are all smarter than me, and live interesting lives, but they are also a little weirder than I am, which is saying something.

Older brother: Fairly successful silicon valley guy. Currently working on secret start up that will be interesting to see if it catches on. I'm skeptical, but also a tightwad, so I could be wrong. His previous endeavors have all be successful.
Younger sister: MIT teacher during the year, traveling rock climber during the summer. She and her boyfriend of 15+ years have one of the most solid relationships I've ever seen and they laugh at the idea of getting married.
Younger brother: Rocket scientist, turned high school physics teacher, turned expat stay at home dad with crazy home improvement projects.

Tell me about it. I don't have a family tree. I have a Gordian Knot.
And that's not even all of it...

Bri, your older sister sounds great! I am like Toad, alas - an only child. When I was little like 4 or 5, I used to run away to find other families to live with. I remember once my mother tracked me down and pulled me out of the back of a station wagon packed with kids from another family. I was ready to go! And I guess the Mom figured one too many was alot better than one too few. I cried all the way home.

She really is! Thanks :)

When I was little I longed to be an only child. Funny how the grass is always greener, eh?

Awww, what a sweet little story SamI.

When he was 3, my little brother used to wake up way before any of us and get into trouble. He actually got the keys and started the car one morning. He also like to roam. Naked. Once, we got a call from the neighbors asking us to please retrieve him. He had gotten into bed with them at 6am...:eek:. Apparently, all he wanted was to pull down the cross they had on the wall over their bed.

One twin brother, one older sister from my Mom's previous marriage, one older sister and an older brother from my Dad's previous marriage.

My twin I am very close to. We only live about 20 minutes apart in the same county in PA. My sister from my Mom's previous marriage I am also close to. She moved to GA a number of years ago when she met her now husband. She graduated from the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) as did her husband, but OCD prevents her from working and is on disability.

My brother from my Father's previous I only talk to or see occasionally. Dad and I did go to visit him for a week at his place outside of Boston. He works in finance. My sister lives in NY (Rochester I think) and I have barely said a few words to her in many years. She is very bitter toward my Father. Apparently her mother brainwashed her into seeing that everything was my Father's fault. Her brother can see through that, she cannot. I saw her last at my grandmother's funeral. As cordial as I tried to be, she barely said anything to me. Fuck her.

I am adopted, with one adopted sister, 2 years younger. She and I have always been best friends, even though we live a day's drive away from each other.

I've located my biological family, and have two sisters there. Well one, really.

See, I was the result of an affair my bio mother had while her husband was at sea. At the time, she already had a daughter and a son. She was afraid that I would be treated badly, due to my origins, so she put me up for adoption. A couple of years later, there was an accident and their son was killed. She and her husband believed it was God's punishment for giving me up, so, in an effort to make things right, they adopted another daughter. I've spoken to both on the phone, but the adopted one has no interest in a relationship. The biological sister and I are "friends" on Facebook, although we don't communicate. We simply observe from afar. Bio mother and her husband are both deceased now.