I was talking with my other sister yesterday about how you could make a book/movie out of the lives of our family.I LOVE my family. :)and this is my yess.  no you can't call her that...just me. :)let me state the obvious...yes, she looks like barbie. (I have to continuously remind myself that I'm related to her...I am, I am, I am.) :)yes, her husband looks like jason statham. (sorry, jon.  you do.  and you make me giggle like a nerd sometimes because you're entirely too cool.) :)yes, her kids are precious and I LOVE them tremendously.but the typical-ness ends there...she doesn't fit the mold for typical in anyway, shape, or form.she's madly creative.  she's driven.  when you're down she encourages with the strength and energy of a woman who just drank ten cups of coffee.  she dances happily and oddly like cameron diaz (jealous of that one) when her favorite song comes on.  she can read my thoughts by looking at my face sometimes.  she's fiercely loyal.  she makes me laugh til I have to pee and cry simultaneously.  she calls me just because.  she pushes me to be better.she is my little sister, my friend...and she is anything but typical.