Pinky

If you were paying attention to the title and reading this, you're probably wondering what in the world is a Pinky? I am not talking about the lil finger on your left and right hand, or the smallest toe on your feet. Pinky is my brother but, before you think I'm the strangest person on the planet, give me leave to explain. I hope for the sake of your wonderful childhood, you watched Pinky and the Brain. It is a wonderful show about an evil, intelligent mouse (Brain) and his goofy side-kick (Pinky). This is a classic example, describing my brother and I. I am the evil master mind and Caleb is the well....okay so I begged to be Brain but, that is beside the point.

Pinky (Caleb) has been with me, my entire life. My parents have a picture where I climbed up into the crib with him. He was the cutest baby too, although he did look like an alien when he got here. We use to call him "Melonhead", I think you get the point. Anyways, I was always the bossy, hyper child telling Caleb what to do, being independent, and pretty much in my own little world. Caleb, on the other hand, was the momma's boy, the baby of the family, the calm one. We made a good team, and still do. In my family you must understand one thing, all we do is tease, pick, and joke. With that being said, Caleb and I have had our fair share of fights but, we both agree that, it would be weird if we didn't. This is a sad thing for Mom and Dad, guess they'll just have to live with it.

Speaking of arguments, just today he was messing with me while we were at the stores. He likes to trip me, alot. In the store today, he kept trying to do that and push me, and tease me. I finally just started ignoring him, which actually doesn't EVER work but, for some reason it did??? I don't get it. So he loves to tease, laugh at me, and make me trip but he is still my brother. My brother doesn't just talk to people, he observes. So many people have asked me, "Does he ever talk?" My reply is always the same, "You bet, I can never get him to shut up."

He also gives good advice. I don't get people in general so, he helps me see the "flip-side" of things. Like for example, boys. I'll tell him something like, "I just don't get guys." He always gives me an incite to the male mind. That always seems to help. I always have a tendency to "jump the gun," and I'll say, "He must hate me, he hasn't replied or talked to me." Caleb somehow assures me that they don't hate my guts. That gets me to thinking, which in return helps me out. I also give him advice about girls or girl, in this case.

I consider my brother one of my best friends and if I don't tell him enough how much he means to me, I hope this reminds him. I feel sorry for anyone who has missed out on the pleasure of having a brother. I'm glad God blessed me with one, I will be forever grateful.

Love you Pinky,

Amber M. Marshall

Memorable Quotes-

Caleb to me: You got stuff all over your face!

me: You got stuff all in your heart!...its called blackness.

Caleb: lol..wow Amber, fail.

Caleb: Say it. Don't spray it.

(Caleb on modern day people talking like they're from the 1800's)

Caleb: On the contrary...

me: or indeed...

Caleb: 21st century people not 1971!

me: uhm....Caleb...

Caleb: I mean 1871.

Caleb: I need to ask you an important question.

me:okay?

Caleb: Is a titty a freckle? I mean it looks like one...

me: e.0 *facepalm*

Caleb: I'm the happiest kid in the world right now!

me: No you're not, a fat kid who just got a lollipop is...

Caleb while getting peroxide in his ear, "this is the coolest thing I've ever done!"

"Pinky and the Brain, Pinky and the Brain, one is a genius and the other is insane!"