I’ve already told the story about how my mother married my best friend’s father and we became stepsisters. What I haven’t told you is that not only did I gain a stepsister, but a stepbrother as well, four years my junior.
When we were young, my sister and I would torture him by locking him either in his room or outside. It was always HER idea, however, because I would never do something so cruel without provocation.
As we got into our teen years, we pretty much ignored him. We did our thing, and he did his. We were into dance, drill team, boys, etc. He was into writing songs and making movies. He and his friends would record songs like “Pass The Shit” (I am totally not joking), which had no purpose other than for them to be able to curse a lot. There were many others for which I have sadly forgotten the titles. If only I had MP3 files of them.
Then came the movie-making. He would take our gigantic VHS recorder and film all kinds of interesting movies, most of which made no sense. I remember one line went something like this, “Don’t call me Dick, my name is Richard!” (I think it was supposed to be a sex scene. )
Fast forward a bunch of years. His love of film-making never died, and so he went to film school at USC. He wrote and directed a short film which won him a college Emmy and selections in several film festivals.
He worked at E! for a long while, but has now hit the big time as an assistant editor for Grey’s Anatomy. I get so excited when I see his name in the end credits. Although, you can’t blink or you might miss it.
So, basically I’m waiting for him to give me my big break. So far I’ve got diddly squat. He did invite me out to tour the Grey’s set, which I’m sure once I do, they’ll see my potential and hire me on the spot.
Anyway, I’m rambling.
Today is Mr. Hollywood’s birthday, and he has grown up to be such a wonderful man. I’m constantly amazed by his quick wit, and he always has me cracking up, whether in person or online. His Facebook posts are priceless, and he does a wicked Mick Jagger impersonation.
He is one of the most loving and caring people I know. He called me on Mother’s Day once, and it was so special. My kids LOVE him, because he actually likes being around them. He taught both of my boys to play chess, and they even beat him sometimes!
He got lucky and married a wonderful woman, and together they have a beautiful son, who I don’t see nearly enough! But we’re hoping to visit in March so I can get my big Hollywood break.
So here’s to you, Mr. Hollywood. Hope your birthday is filled with love, joy and laughter!
Your big sis,