Rissa and I haven't seen each other for years. We live completely different lives - she is an adorable mother of two - soon to be three and lives in Texas and I am...well, if you read this blog you know who and what I am. In fact - I am not sure we have spent hardly any time together since we have been married. I think I have only met her husband Pat a couple of times and while she knows Trev from high school we haven't all exactly hung out. We do, however, keep in touch via the blog network. Which is why her comment on my last post about the Moab fabulousness absolutely made me crack up:
Pat was looking at this picture of you guys and said---"Wow, that looks like it could be a picture of Trevor Linderman and you....except your hair isn't red, and you don't hike." I wish I had your hair (as you already know from my chopping-your-hair-off days) and that I hiked. Way to be both.The comment took me right back to those old look-a-like days and I couldn't help but think of a time in my life - really maybe the only time - that I really thought I was lucky enough to resemble my beautiful cousin. So I dug into old picture files and found these:
Forgive the goofy wanna-be-model poses. I was 19, bored one night in a foreign country. While living in Russia my red hair became a sort of curse. Red hair isn't a common trait in Russian genetics and in old Russian culture redheads are considered to be "lucky" Because of this there were times that we would be out and I would have strangers petting my head, which, may be one of the most random violating things. So one day at an outdoor market my friend Christy and I picked up wigs. Ironically, Christy bought a red wig just for fun and I bought a blonde wig to wear on occasion - especially late at night. These pictures were taken of us "modeling" our wigs. I remember printing the pictures at a Russian kiosk and after picking them up looking through them and saying "Holy crap. I really do kinda look like Rissa. Weird."
So - Riss - Pat - these are for you. I always considered it the highest compliment to be compared to you. I think it must be those Sutton cheeks. Love you - as for the rest of my dear readers - Moab coming soon, Promise.