An Introduction

I was talking to some girlfriends the other night. All of us writers, some more serious than others. Not to say that some of them write nonfiction, but serious in how seriously we take the part of writing in our lives. I'm on the "lesser" end of serious, even though it kills me to admit that. My dreams of working professionally in writing (writing communications for a business was the goal, for both internal and external audiences) and writing amazing novels on the side pretty much put on hold because working full time in a demanding (not writing related) job and having a house, a husband, 2 kids, 2 dogs, (yes, I believe in the Oxford comma) and a rabbit leave very little time for writing. Or did. I'm going to be changing that.

Because my life if full of these things and my mental energy sometimes runs low, I figured that writing about them might just be the ticket. And here we are.

As you may have guessed by the blog title, red heads pretty much run my life. Here's a quick run-down:

Moose will be 5 in March and has the most adorable red curls. He is very mechanical and loves to figure out who things work. I think this is why he's obsessed with Transformers. Frankly, he's too bright for his own good sometimes. He's a challenge. Amazing, but a challenge!


Bee will also be 5 in March. Yes, they're twins. Definitely fraternal, as while they're both redheads, Bee has the smooth hair (his words). He's sweet and yet mischievous and is completely obsessed with animals. He knows more than many adults I know. Like did you know that there's Borneo and Sumatran orangutans? And mountain, eastern lowland, and western lowland gorillas? He does.

I'm married to Craftsman. He's another darned red head. He likes making things. And he's good at it. And he loves movies and music like no one else I know. And cheese. He really, really likes cheese.

Riley (on the left of the picture) is about 7. He's a sheltie/dachshund/who-knows-what who loves doing what I'm doing. Lazy day? He's feeling lazy. Want to go running? So does he. He's sweet and the dachshund in him makes him way too loud when someone comes over.

Josie (on the right) is about 6. She's a corgi/who-knows-what. She's not the brightest bulb in the crayon box. But she means well.


Sam likes to shed. I swear to goodness as soon as she stops shedding, she starts back up again. She's not a shy rabbit, rather the dogs are scared of her (she may have bitten them a time to two just to prove she's in charge). She's the most social rabbit I've ever had (and I've had a few). She wants to be near us at all times. But she's still a rabbit and chews on things so sometimes she has to hang in her cage.And she makes me feel like a jerk for it every single time.

And me? I'm the solo brunette in this sea of redheads. I work running the office of a construction-based company. I'm the silent, but very necessary component of the company. Not silent because I don't open my mouth, oh no. My coworkers definitely know I'm there. But silent as in I don't do the sales and I don't do the actual work of the company, so it's very easy to forget that I play a crucial role. When I'm not working, I love to cook. I try to make as many things from scratch as I can, and I absolutely adore my instant pot. Like, nary obsessed. We garden in the summer, and since we're in the frozen northland, it's a fast and furious season. Gardening plays a big part in making as many things as I can from scratch. Just to complete my hobbies of things that would make me a good candidate to be a farm wife, I like to sew. I sew clothes for the little humans and myself. Sometimes I think I should have a business doing it, but since it would have to be on the side, who has time to add anything more?

So this is pretty much the story of my life, as it happens.