I Miss My Lizard

I wake up and I listen to silence. Something's wrong. She lives one door down the hall and something should have woken me. Rhinoceros footsteps, blaring music, or anything else very, very loud. I find the hall outside my room clear of debris. No pants, no wrappers, only silence. I realize that she has been gone for some time and yet I still haven't fully adjusted.

I miss my Lizard.

I have a sister, and she is a Lizard. She is tall, dangerous, and good looking ( for a lizard that is.) She is always at the height of fashion. She has a sharp tongue. We go together great, like peanut butter and jelly and all that good stuff. She comes from college to see us sometimes. She dates A Christian but I guess I can deal with that. I'll expound upon all these subjects now.

Lizard is one dapper dame. Did you like that alliteration? Good, because I'm gonna make some more. She's tall, but not quite as tall as I am. What she lacks in height, she makes up for with her jagged tongue. It's like being stabbed by words. I've been the target of enough of her comebacks and believe me, they leave you begging for mercy. Sometimes they aren't even comebacks, she just fires words at you and you are caught off guard. She used her words on a swimmer once......once. As I got older though, I realized her words aren't meant to be lethal. Anyway, she is up in college right now so she doesn't live with us and I miss her sometimes. It really did feel for the first little while of her absence that part of my family was missing. Like a little chunk of my soul was missing and I needed it back. Later I realized that she wasn't missing, just placed somewhere else.

As brother and sister we fit together great......mostly. We have gotten in many battles over the TV remote which normally  end with us at the top of the stairs when she throws it at my head. She has been swimming much longer than I have so we're pretty equally matched until she aims at the groin. We are polar opposites in many respects but our humor is identical. We get our comedy from our parents and it seems like the mix of our mother and father make a very funny type of humor. It appeals to everybody who has a sense of humor, that's what makes it so amazing.

I'll probably talk about this last part the most because it's probably the most important right now. My sister is dating A Christian. This Christian is tall, buff, and plays and coaches water polo. He coaches Jack, Simon, and Jason on his team and he plays for a gay water polo team. I do mean gay as in homosexual but, unlike homophobic stereotypes, they are pretty hardcore players like all polo players must be. The Christian is a gentle giant with an appealing humor and he likes straight brim hats. He normally accompanies Lizard to our family meals and he is always welcome. They make each other happy and that's good because, you know, they're dating. He's stopped becoming a visitor as much as he has become a family member. I hate to jinx their relationship but he really is just a part of the family now. If he kicked in the door to our house with a gun and a potato sack, we would give him the benefit of the doubt. He fits in with our family really well. If we walk down the street with him he would be passed off as the eldest brother. I hope they have one of those "rich and happy" lives, but if Lizard becomes a teacher like she intends to, then they might have to settle for "happy." Anyway, The Christian plays video games sometimes so we get one or two words in about the latest game or gadget in occasionally.

So, I love my Lizard and I hope that she is happy and stuff. She is my sister and I love her very much. As she grows older I feel her pull away and I just hope that we never separate entirely.  I love you Lizard and even though this blog can't express that entirely, it can at least give you a tiny little piece. Just know that I miss you Lizard and I wish you eternal happiness.