i don't know when the exact moment happened, but one morning i woke up and decided that my sister was not evil. since that day, for the most part, we've really kind of liked each other.

when we moved to owasso, ica was pretty pissed. to make the move easier for her, my parents let her choose what color she would paint her room. she chose red. now, if my sister had been one to wear black leather skirts, big pouffy hair, a cheerleader uniform, or even makeup (at that time), then the red would have fit her. as it happened, though, we were all pretty shocked with the color selection. looking back, now, though, that red room and the shock and awe of it were a perfect fit for her.

jessica is a mess of surprises. my most favorite thing about my sister is how diverse she is. if she used itunes (which she doesn't because of some strong feelings she has about steve jobs and all of his wonderfulness) her "party shuffle" would be quite the collection - bon jovi, puccini, kanye, cat power, corigliano, nickel creek, mark ronson, jill scott, alicia keys, damien rice, keith urban, and so many others i can't even being to imagine