**HaPPy BIRtHDaY KeNTuCkY**

Today, August 17, 2007, is my lil' sista Kentucky (Kay) birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KENTUCKY!!

Kentucky turns 26 today.

I was 11 years old when she was born. Don't even feel like it was that long ago.

You may wonder why I call her Kentucky. It's because she has a um, very unique first name, and I imagine that NO ONE on the planet has that name. One of my blog sistas came up with "Kentucky" and I ran with it. (I love good nicknames). And ya'll know how we like to google everybody and their mama. So we will just call her "Kentucky" here. Sounds similar, same number of syllables, etc...


She never had a nickname. We are all use to her regular gub'ment name. But on her jobs, she goes by "Kay". (She never told us this. Imagine the look on me and my brother's faces the first time we heard her introduce herself as "Kay". LOL!!)

I like the picture above. Our brother Milk and Cookies was on military leave, and Kentucky was on her way out the door, headed for work. I think me and Milk and Cookies were about to go get into something, like shopping or hitting up a movie somewhere. I made them take a picture together.

But even though I like that picture, it doesn't depict the way I see my brother and sister. This is the picture I love the most:


This is how I think of them, and always will.

I don't hang out with Kentucky much. I am 1% Diva, and she is 101% Diva. I don't like doing girly sh** like she do. She and my best friend LadyTee get are more compatible, as they have always liked to sit down and paint their nails together and do each other's hair.

*LadyLee frowning and kicking the HARD eyeroll while walking past LadyTee and Kentucky over the past 25 years*

I am a tomboy. I like to do dude type stuff. Hence, I tend to run with my brother. That's why there are so many frickin' stories about him on my blog.

I'm not going to talk about Kentucky's birth... I did so in a post 2 years ago. Go back and have a look-see...

But I do have a story about her... a recent one.

Something that made me see plenty of **crickets**.

One thing I know for sure: My brother and sister, for some bizarre reason, think I know EVERYTHING and can solve EVERY problem. Lately, I think they think that I am crazy, because I stare at them blankly when they tell me of some crisis, then I skip along merrily like a smurf while they're sitting around in dire straits.

Anyway, I have this bad habit of leaving everything on when I go to sleep - television, bedroom lamp, laptop... everything. My sister lives with me, and that makes my sister think that I am awake or something. (She should know better by now!)

She works a 3-midnight shift and gets home at 1:00 in the morning. I usually hear the chime of the door alarm, and this may or may not wake me up. Any which way, I usually go back to sleep.
But one night, she walked into my room, eyes wide.

"Lisa, down on the corner, down the street... It's a man! It's a man out there on the corner with a ski mask on!!!"



I just stared. I know her. She wanted me to spring from the bed, throw on my cape, and go do something about it.

*crickets*

I didn't say a word.

I imagined her turning onto the street very slowly, and making eye contact with a sinistered- eyed thief holding a crowbar, ready to jack someone for everything they had.

Not my problem. I was securely laid out in my bed.

"Lisa, I didn't know what to do," she continued when I didn't say anything. "I sat in the car for a moment. Then I came on in the house."

*LadyLee laying there, on the down pillows, under the down comforter, staring at her really HARD.*

I didn't say a word to her the entire time.

She eventually left my room. I silently wondered if she had locked the front door. I wasn't about to go and check.

You know what this girl did?

She came back downstairs and took out the trash. Gathered up all the trash in the house and took it outside.

At one o' clock in the morning. Right after she'd seen a masked man on the corner.

I heard her fumbling with the herbie curbie, which is just outside my bedroom window, near the back of the house. The back security light was out, and needed to be changed...

...which means she was doing all this in total darkness.

So much for the wide-eyed girl that walked into my room at one in the morning, afraid of the man with the ski mask on the corner...

It took everything in me NOT to get up and completely go off on her...

*LadyLee screaming "Kentucky! Is you crazy? Have you lost your damn mind? Get your ass BACK in this house!!"*

No, I let it go. I went back to sleep once I heard her come back in the house.

That's Kentucky for you... she do the weirdest things. I just shake my head and keep it moving.

You do some things sometimes that I just don't get... but I love ya anyways!!

Happy Birthday, girl!!!

And many more.

Love, Lisa.