I’m a Redhead and Proud of it…


I’ve been called MANY things because of my flowing red hair, red, the gingerbread girl, Red Baroness, even Little Red Riding Whore. The last was by a former paramour, which ended poorly.

Now, you may ask, “Do these terms bother you?” The answer is no, well, Little Red Riding Whore did, but in my ex-lover’s defense, at the time, I WAS a little whorish, I was also sleeping with her best friend…MY BAD.

The truth is, I am very proud of my red headed mane (And OTHER red parts), and you can pretty much call me any of the above, or more, without me getting sore. All my life I have been called one name or another, so by now, I’m used to it.

We redheads are a special breed. Usually, we are of Scottish or of Irish descent. With that DNA comes with it: quickness to anger, sometimes a tendency to drink a little too much, talk a little too much, will take a passionate stand against anything we believe in, oh and of course, AMAZING Lovemaking skills.

Being Irish, I have inherited these lovely DNA chromosomes, and by the way, my carpet DOES match the drapes, when I have drapes. I’m sure there are a few of you who just WANTED to ask that question…Naughty BOYS…

I will admit that I AM very passionate about things I believe in, and will do or say just about anything to get MY way. You already KNOW about my drinking habits, and I must tell you, my lovemaking skills are second to none. Am I bragging, you damn right I am, I am very proud of my Irish heritage.

A while back, as a youth, I decided that one day I would rule the world, well, that hasn’t quite happened yet, but, hey…Who knows, I can dream can’t I?

Lazy Days

It’s Monday, I’m tired, and I don’t feel like working. Long and tiring weekend filled with enough paperwork to choke a horse. WHat the HELL does THAT mean any??? Never heard a horse choke, and have SURE never seen them eat loads of paper. Goat…Maybe, horse, not so much.

I’m in one of those devil may care attitudes today, feelin’ a little reckless, kinda like I wanna chuck it all and go live in a “van down by the river for a while” (Saturday Night Live reference), ya know?

I believe I need some ME time. Time to just sit by the water somewhere, listen to the rocks crashing against the shore, and just letting my mind wonder. It’s been a while since I just got away from all the pressure and just put my feet up, closed my eyes, and let my mind transport me anywhere in the world…Ahhhhhhh!!!!!

Raise your hands if YOU feel like that too sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my job and my other businesses, it just seems like lately, I’ve been burning the candle at both ends.

Oh well, guess it goes with the territory, plus, I’m such a control freak, I want everything done MY way. THAT is where the extra pressure comes from…ME…Well, guess I better get back to the paperwork, it certainly WON’T do itself…Thanks for listening.

Until Later…


I am:

I am but a minute cog in the wheels of the Universe.

I am but a flitter of dust cast upon this Earth to accept a challenge.

I am part of the infinite knowledge of the one mind.

I am a writer.

I am a philosopher.

I am a flawed entity trying to repair my weaknesses.

I am a giver.

I am a taker.

I am a lover.

I am a friend.

I am all of these, but most importantly, I am a being dedicated to make others lives better.

Until Later…