I was pushing a rather serious post through my mind this evening... until lil' Russell saved me from my sober thoughts! He forwarded absurd winter pictures and made me laugh instead! (Aren't little brothers fabulous?!) In light of our recent unabated wintry weather, I thought these pics especially appropriate:

Don't you just want to run up and slide a pillow underneath this lady?! (I guess photographer didn't think so!)

Serene cenobites turned snowball-wielding holy terrors! YES!!! (Sort of makes me want to hang out with them.) Has anyone seen those "Nuns Having Fun" calendars? I've been thinking about how great one would look in the ol' library study room... Did I see them at Target? Or was it a bookstore? In Abilene or Atlanta? Hmm...

I also liked this one:


I mean, who needs a fridge anyway?! I'm glad I live in Texas where it doesn't snow quite that much! How much does it snow in New Hampshire? Maybe DPS will be sending us pictures like these sometime soon?!

Wow! My little (well, younger) brother just called me! (Thanks, Russ - I love you too! And I'm looking forward to seeing you this weekend!!!) This happens rarely, so I always feel extra special when it does.

Even when the main reason for the call is to try to set me up with one of our mutual friends back home. For some reason, he's more concerned about my love life (or lack thereof) than I am. Whatever.

Still, I'm very thankful for my "loving little brother's" phone call.

Speaking of phone calls I've received from my brother, here's an excerpt from my favorite one. During my senior year, on a chilly, rainy day in January, I forgot to pick him up from his J. V. wrestling practice. (I've never been the best at remembering scheduling details like that.) He left me the following message on our answering machine. It made me laugh so hard that I listened to it over and over so I could transcript his exact phrases. When I read it, I can still hear his voice speaking the words:

Kelli, this is your loving little brother THAT YOU FORGOT ABOUT. Listen, I'm turning into an icicle. It is cold-and-wet-out-here. [staccato pronunciation of every syllable] You were supposed to be here an hour - 60 minutes - ago! I am very ticked off!!! Get here now! [Slight growl in his commanding voice.] It's cold. (pause) I'm lonely. [Did his voice just crack?] AND I'M REALLY MAD!!!...

That's about half of his lengthy, irrate message. What's really precious is that he was mad because it was Wednesday and my faulty memory made us late for church. Even though I should be over it by now, it still makes me laugh until my cheeks hurt. Especially the emotionally manipulative "I'm lonely" line. Oh, Russ, how I love you!