Lizard My parents hired Liz (or "Lizard" as Lindsay called her) after going through a couple other unsuccessful non-English-speaking "nannies". There was a definite language/cultural barrier with the previous ladies. I don't know all the details. Just didn't work out, I guess. I kinda remember when I first met Liz. We went to someone's house...maybe a relative of hers? Liz was living there. She was way more Americanized than #1 and #2. Don't how old she was at the time. Don't know if she was a US citizen, or not. I'm guessing the other two weren't. Liz was all around better though, for sure. She stayed in the room next to mine, which was formerly Mom's home office. I remember being happy when they took the office out, because every night, when I would go to bed and try to sleep, all I could hear (even over the sound of my cassette tapes) was mom typing and talking on the phone in there. I would plug my ears so hard with my fingers that it hurt. And I'd try to drown it out by humming until I'd maybe fall asleep. But, back to Liz... Her friends were all 80s metal heads...ala Motley Crew. Mom didn't like when they came to visit. Kinda sucks for Liz...not being able to have friends over. But, I can see why a parent of two young children wouldn't want those crazy hoodlums around. I remember there was a period of time when both Tim and Liz were living with us, and the two of them got into a fight. Mom and Dad weren't home. Neither was I. She told me about it though. Tim was apparently yelling at her for her choice of friends and for her TV channel selection (MTV). He told her that it would encourage me to do something stupid, like jump off a bridge. Oh my. Oh Tim. Liz was also married....but I'll discuss Steven at a later time. She sometimes smelled of wild onions. Quite fiercely. Sort of a big gal. Big hair. Big frame. Big boobs. I saw them once by accident. I was traumatized. Her nipples were extremely dark....and also big. She had a great laugh. Very jolly. But once in a while, you could get her to do the power laugh. This laugh got way up there. It was almost like a donkey with the hiccups. Like a high-pitched version of the Revenge of the Nerds laugh. It was like she was gasping for air. Hilarious. I remember two power-laugh occasions in particular. The first was around Christmas time, when She, Lindsay, and I were recording stories on my cassette player. I wanted to see if she could tell stories as well as my Dad. So, the three of us sat in the living room and she and I told stories. As I was telling my story, Liz was a laugh attack, and it was killing me. The other occasion was during an "adult" conversation I overheard in the kitchen. My parents had friends over, and they were all joking around. And Dad made a comment about Liz's huge boobs. He said they looked like giant stuffed socks...or something like that. So later that night, Liz had to sleep in my room to make room for the guests in her room. She was bottom-bunking it. I was up top. We were chatting, and I randomly repeated the comment about the sock boobs. Oh man...the laugh was great. She had a serious case of the giggles that night. I think I had also built a fort out of the bottom bunk during that time....so she was sleeping in there. She and I had our disagreements from time to time, but over-all, she was pretty cool.