Love & War

         Whether you have a little sisters, big sisters, annoying sister, or the occasionally cool sister, you are stuck with that sister. So, why not make the best of it? Yes, I know, they drive you up the wall sometimes, but you do the same to them, whether you realize it or not. I have a little sister, and she can drive me crazy! But the next hour, we can be best friends. It's a curvy roller coaster ride, I'm tellin' ya! So, here are some Do's and Don'ts on Sister Rivalries!

1. DO NOT induce an argument-- It won't work. Either way, nobody wins and your parents don't particularly like the screaming involved. Trust me on this one, it's SO not worth it to get parental figures involved. They either think it's stupid (which most of the time, it is), they take sides and you ALL fight, or they just punish you both. Lose-Lose for everyone.

2. If you have to share a room, DO NOT trash their stuff when you get mad at them-- You might think it's hilarious. They will not. They will find a way to get back at you, I promise. You think you've outsmarted them, but ohhhhhh no. No, no, no, no, no. Remember, you are THEIR sister. They think like you. May even be MORE devious.  Do not be fooled, young grass hopper!

3. DO try to be nice to them-- No, it doesn't have to be 24/7, and yes, you should try, even if they aren't so nice to you. And make it something out of the ordinary! Trying to brush their teeth for them doesn't count. They apparently do not appreciate it. Make their bed, or fold a load of laundry for them. Little acts go a long way!

4. DO NOT threaten to  "Tell Mom " -- C'mon what grade are we in? Kindergarten? Grow up, and solve your own problems. You can't run to Mommy and Daddy forever. If you can't come to an agreement, drop the subject entirely, and just move on with your life.

So that is my advise on Sisterly "Love"! And even though they can get seemingly unbearable, we love them anyways, no matter what. I hate to admit it, but I really love Little M and I can't think of how my life would be without her. Except maybe a little quieter.. (;

QUESTION OF THE DAY: Do you have a sister? What do you love/hate the most about each other? Message me on Facebook, or Comment below!

Love-
 Senorita Fatty Grande McGee <3

Fatty McGee Gets A Job

I know, I know, I promised to do a Valentine's Day post! But honestly, it's my least favorite day of the year, always has been. Sooooo I procrastinated too long, missed my deadline, and now I apologize profusely! Forgive me? D'awwww, I knew you would! <3

Anyways! Hey, what's up? Guess what I did today? I went to WORK. YES, WORK. I work at my local vet clinic, and let me tell YOU, it gets crazy in there! Tuesdays and Thursdays are the days I work, which are also the surgery days. From holding down 128 lb dogs, to coaxing them awake after surgery, it keeps me on the feet. I love it, and it's what I look forward to every week! I know I'm only, 15 (Almost 16! <3), but I love going to work, and helping everyone out. What can I say? I'm a people pleaser.

I know this was a short blog, and I havent done a vlog in a while! I've been super duper busy, but things have FINALLY started to clam down. I'll do better, I promise!

QUESTION OF THE DAY: Do you have a job? What is it? If not, what do you want your first job to be? Message me on Facebook or Comment! <3

Love you guys-
 Senorita Fatty G. McGee <3

Fatty McGee Plays Tennis

Whoever said that real tennis was anything like Wii Tennis, better watch out. They have a target right between their eyes, and I have a 9mm with hollow points. My mother ("Bossy K") decided that we needed a family sport. Tennis didn't seem too hard, so that's what we picked. Well, we were DEAD wrong about THAT one. We went out to the park, and then proceeded to play on the tennis courts. My father (Dougy D) tried to teach us how to hit the ball, and not ourselves, but it ultimately did not work out that well.. My sister ("Little M") is 9 and she was the best out of all of us, other than hitting herself in the head with the racket.. Twice... My brother ("Dolphin Boy") was.. more challenged. I think he hit the ball 7 times in the entire 3 hours we played. Well, I got tired of hitting thin air and watching the ball hit Little M's face, so I decided to run around the park. Now, I have a history with birds. We do not get along, and frankly I just don't care for them. Last time I had an encounter with them, I tripped in my high heels, and twisted my ankle. It swelled to baseball size, I had to be on crutches for weeks, yada yada yada. WELL. This time, I merely looked up at a passing flock of pigeons, tripped over a curb (in front of cute, muscular guys, I might add), and AGAIN twisted the same ankle as before. I. Can't. Win. BUT! This time, I refuse to be on crutches anymore, so I am walking around with an ankle the size of a small cantaloupe. It's gorgeous colors, too. So, at the end of the day, you can always count of me to find someway to injure myself severely.

QUESTION OF THE DAY: What is your favorite sport? Chess Boxing? Toe Wrestling? Camel Racing? I'd love to know!

- Love,
Senorita Fatty Grande McGee <3