My sisters don't share any features (except shortness) - one has every Portuguese gene in the family and is olive skinned with black, curly hair and brown eyes and people often approach her in LA by speaking Spanish, and the other is blond, blue-eyed, with a completely different body type.

I somehow manage to look like both of them.

My sisters take after our French side olive skin, dark hair, dark eyes...both were often mistaken for native growing up. I am the red-headed step-child, strawberry blond (now dirty blond) hair, blue eyes. No one ever giessed we were sisters. At my sister A's wedding, one of her new inlaws asked me how I knew the bride!

My brother and I are very different looking but our mannerisms and speech patterns are so ridic similar that most people comment on how alike we are when they meet us.

I look exactly like my father, to the point that people who know him have stopped me when he wasn't even around to ask me if I'm his daughter.

I drove home smiling the whole way, remember that classes like tonight were why I had loved college soooo much. I'm so glad to back in school!

That's awesome.

Clearly spoken English but with a last name like that? Somehow must equal Militant Black Muslim.

That's hilarious.

My brother and I are very different looking but our mannerisms and speech patterns are so ridic similar that most people comment on how alike we are when they meet us.

I have that with my mother.

Thanks to Frisco's cough, I slept from 8-10, 12-2, and 4-5:30. I have an interview at 11. Joe's going to come home at 9:30 so I can get there on time. Frisco just has a cough and a runny nose but he's just a giant crying mess this morning.

Kathy, I'm so glad you're getting to do the school thing again. I had a blast with all my classes, and if I could only swing it I'd can this job-hunting gig and enroll permanently.

I managed to get back to sleep, but now I feel like I've been hit by a truck. I don't know if I can make it in on time.

People rarely have the slightest doubt that my siblings and I are related.

Slept like carp. CJ tried to get me to let him stay home from school. I'm working from home today and felt like a bad mom when I kicked him out the door.

My neck hurts like crazy. I think it is from karate on Monday, I fell wrong during a take down and bounced my head off the floor. If it isn't from that, I don't know what I did to myself.

I look exactly like my dad -- well, I did. Lately, I look more and more like my mom. For years, though, it looked like my mom had nothing to do with me and my brother.

The kitten biting my foot through the covers woke me from a really upsetting dream in which S. had lost his job, Sara was a baby in stroller, and I think we were living in the car. I'm still all weirded out and off-center.