My sister and I

So there is this woman, her name is Sara and she is my 24 year old sister. I don't know what it is, but we have one of the weirdest relationships on the planet. One minute we could be at each others throat about to kill and the next we could be on our asses laughing so hard that in the next minute we are fighting for the bathroom. We haven't always liked each other. There was a moment, when I was born, when she thought I was really cute. Then I began to grow up and become cuter than her(duh) and then came the big whammy in our relationship. I learned to speak. And that is when it all went post baby down hill. I was sassy, I still am sassy but can control it(somewhat)(who am I kidding, I have no filter). We would fight constantly. I actually threw a rollerblade at her head once. She will say I hit her because she is dramatic, in reality I missed her. But all of my teasing was not completely unwarranted. She was once throwing one of those polls with the orange flags on top that you see on soccer fields corners into the air. And she, like the gem that she is, actually didn't catch it and it hit her in the eye and gave her the most wicked black eye since I broke my nose. Of course I was jealous, so that just made the teasing worse. But that is how our relationship was until about her senior year in high school when she finally realized that I was pretty cool and I realized that she wasn't a raging biatch. We realized that we were never going to live together like we used to, being able to speak when we woke up in the morning in our adjoining bathroom. She could no longer yell at me for being in her room and stealing her clothes(we learned that it only got worse because now she wasn't home to defend her territory). Either way, we got a lot closer and it was pretty nice. Now, instead of epic fights between us, epic things started happening to us. It was like once we stopped trying to find things to fight about and in turn found things to laugh at. It is all about the little things with us.

This is when our relationship got good. Especially in the last few years. It seems like every funny stupid thing that could happen to people in front of us did. There was the man who was crossing the busy street at the really busy intersection who actually danced across the street, and not in a good way, but an extremely funny hilarious way. There was the man on the small bike with very tall handles who tried to make the light on Grand and didn't seem to know where the increase resistance thing on his handle was. I don't know if he made it because I was too busy laughing my butt off with her. Then there was the grand finale, we were walking down grand ave one day, with our bear of cuteness Otis and we passed a store that was under construction. There was a guy outside of the open window on a ladder who was talking to the guy inside. The guy inside the store who apparently did that thing where you step on a rake and it comes and hits you in the forehead except it hit the guy on the ladder. And he was not expecting it. And Sara and I, unclassy as ever, laughed out loud right in front of him and kept walking. What were we going to do? Stop and make sure he was okay? He was laugh crying, he was fine haha. But those are the types of little things that happen to us. Some things we can see from far away and not be speaking but both start laughing and be laughing at the same thing. It's one of those sister telepathy things that happens to us and I love it.

I love our relationship now. We get dinner, or she makes dinner and we grade papers together, or we try to work out together. We run 5k's on a whim without training for them. We buy colorful lawn furniture and we cuddle now, which is a big thing for us because she never even used to let me near the bed she in. It is great and I love it. And I sure hope it stays that way. Love your siblings people and remember that its the little things that make life great.