Septerday

When I was 11, my sister came up to me with some wonderful news:

But little me was wise to my older sister's tricks.

My sister did everything in her power to make me believe that septerday was a real word. She said it all the time to my mom, got my dad in on it and had her accomplice, Natalie make an Urban Dictionary entry for it. 

Just saying the word around me didn't make me believe it, I was pretty paranoid anyway and my sister was always tricking me. But what really made me believe was the Urban Dictionary entry. 

At the time I was really fuzzy on the Internet. For the longest time I thought the Internet was a place that you physically go. I also believed if you Google 'Google' you'd break the Internet. (thanks, dad...) I thoroughly believed at this time that if something's on the Internet then it must be true. So I didn't exactly know that Urban Dictionary wasn't the most reliable source... 

Sister: Hey, Sarah! Read this! Septerday is in the dictionary!

Me: What?? No way!

Sister: Yeah, go look!

From that point on I started using Septerday EVERYWHERE. Talking, essays, I even think it was my cellphone signature at some point! 

It wasn't until today when I found out the truth! My whole world came crashing down before my eyes! My whole life was a lie! I was simply buying fudge with my dad when he told me the awful truth.

Dad: Remember, that trick your sister played on you? Made up the word septerday... and had Natalie make an Urban Dictionary entry for it?

Me: SEPTERDAY ISN'T REAL!?!?!

Dad: Oh, you didn't know?

Me: NO!!!!!!!!

I was shocked and mad, I called up my sister up in an angry fit. I was screaming in the fudge store. All my dreams were crushed.

But you know what, readers? Let's make septerday a word! Use it everywhere! Call webster! Put it in stories! Let's make a new word!

I DON'T WANT TO BE ON THE NEWS!!!

When I was eight my dad, sister and I went on a cross-country trip in the winter. At New Mexico we decided to camp in the desert. There were a lot of mountains surrounding the campsite. (I'm not sure if they were REALLY mountains or just really big hills. That's what living in Florida does to you. I'll just call them mountains, it's MY blog after all) So, anyway it was my little eight year old dream to climb (really hike) the mountain, it was my sister's too.

One day all three of us woke up early, got dressed in our hiking clothes and got all set to go hiking. (Not on the trail of course because that's really boring and much too easy.) It was exciting and fun but then we neared the top of the mountain. The mountain thinned out and became rockier, you had to half climb/half hike to get up there. My dad and I sat down on the rocks as my ballsy sister, always in need to explore, decided to climb up the rocks. Eight year old me was awed, I think my sister just liked rocks though.

I, being too young and my dad being too lazy just decided we'd wait on the rocks. So about 10 minutes after my sister left my imagination got ahold of me. I was CERTAIN my sister had fallen and died on her journey. What else could be taking her so long? She was obviously dead. So I started crying and quickly became hysterical. Because I felt I lost my only sister? No, because I didn't want to be on the news.

I think my dad at first thought it was sweet how worried I was about my sister, until he heard me blubbering about the news. Even then, he tried to comfort me... in his own 'special' way...

Imagine how my sister felt when she came back to her little sister crying about the news.