She's an Artist, She Don't Look Back...

My sister Heidi turns 32 today, & as she's the one that got me hooked on all this blogging nonsense, I'd feel something was missing if I didn't mention her.

Many people forget that Heidi was an artist back in her day, I happen to be a proud owner of a couple of her pieces which I've taken with me to every place I've lived. My favorite that I own is the painting of Frisbee's barber shop in Milan (for those of you who don't know, it's Milan Michigan, not Milan, France). I haven't hung that one up in my new place, yet. Maybe I need her to show me where to put it. Another one that I own is a picture of a director on the set of a movie, I need to get a frame on that one, but as soon as I do, it'll recieve a prominent spot somewhere.

My parents still have many of her pieces displayed throughout the house, & it's amazing that they've become so entwined with everything that it's hard to imagine them anywhere else. Who can forget the sculpture of the guy's head that mom has in the bathroom. That one always gives me the creeps, actually, Heidi the designer should've won out over Heidi the designer & made mom put that somewhere else. Oh well. Heidi's statue of the old house on Waltz Road is incredible, & I always look closely at it everytime I see it as a way of conjuring up old memories.

Who can forget Heidi wrapping me up in blankets so I couldn't escape while making me watch Little House on the Prairie, or tieing my socks together, or fooling me into eating Ice Cream with ketchup? Good times. Remember when you used to drive the Omni around the church parking lot before you were 16? We must've done that for an hour or so, I can't imagine how we possibly could've enjoyed that, but we did. I think you let me change the radio stations.

My first radio was a little pink one that you gave to me after you were done with it, & I remember listening to that thing for hours on end. Who knows, maybe without that thing I would've been interested in something useful like engineering or science or something like that, rather than listening to music. I remember the songs I always wanted to hear was "Faith" by George Michael & "I've Got My Mind Set on You" by the late great George Harrison.

Anyways, I hope someday you go back to your artwork, maybe after the kids grow up a bit, but until then, watching you taking care of those kids while doing all the other things you do is an art form in & of itself. Abstract art, of course, but art none the less (Picasso's Guernica comes to mind...just kidding :)). I love you & I hope you catch a break on your birthday.

Your dorky, pink stereo toting little brother andrew.