So it's Thursday. 30 September, 2021. I've started blogs before but I'm not really much of a blogger. I do however, have a lot of musings and things that I think about and things I would like to vent about. We'll see how it goes yeah?
As the title suggests, I am a redhead...true natural born and the answer is yes but we won't ask the question, there may be children present. Only my husband can confirm or deny and he does not kiss and tell. He's a gentleman that way although honestly, he just doesn't talk to most people so he would probably just slip on some headphones and pretend he didn't hear. I mean, he talks to me but, for some reason, he likes me and it could just be because I'm a redhead and we're a mystery, an enigma that science and society has yet to figure out. We should be a dying breed, so they say, yet here we are, strong, and still all over the world. Our fair skin and bespeckled faces standing out amongst the millions of other faces like a beacon on the shoreline in the fog. It's hard to miss us and we can't hide. I mean, most of us are practically luminescent with the paleness of our skin so, we don't even try. If our glow-in-the-dark skin doesn't catch your attention, our fiery hair and personalities most definitely will.
My mother always warned that my hair was a temperature gauge. Don't make her mad, look at the hair, see how it's redhead...her temper is the same. My older brother never listened and as he excited told our grandfather when we were 3 and 2 'Her was gonna frow it grandpa." His short life had almost come to an unexpected end by his head meeting the metal frame of one large, heavy tonka truck. Thankfully, adult hands were quicker than awkward 2 year old hands and he was saved. My mom still wonders how I was able to lift that truck above my head but this is why you do not anger a redhead. We are mystical creatures with powers beyond explanation. Do we eat souls? Well, is that a question you really want an answer to?
My mother actually has 4 redheaded children, so she's always been quite familiar with how redheads work. She has red hair herself, not the vibrant copper of 3 of her children, but the brown with red highlights almost more dark auburn as that of my older brother. Me, my sister, and my younger brother all have the bright red/orange, copper color that you can see for miles. My younger brother also has very thick, wiry hair that he keeps close cropped to his head because if he didn't, he could grow a style not unlike an afro as it grows out and up in a wild bush around his head. Carrot-top comes to mind but I think his hair is even thicker and courser than Carrot-top's hair. He has the look and build of descending from Vikings and indeed, it is suspected that we are descended from Scottish kings which, more or less are descended from the Vikings of old.
These days I am mostly retired from my angry redheaded years of my youth and am a mellowed out 30 something mom and wife. Close to 40? Well, women never really tell their age do they? I've had many ups and downs in my life, some days I feel older, and other times, I feel I still have a long way to go to grow up and figure out what I want to do with my life. Not that my life is bad, I have a wonderful life with my sasquatch of a husband and beautiful smart child that I get to call my own, but sometimes I feel there is something that is missing and it may just be that I am not in the place that I always thought I would be when I reached this age.
I think it's fine though, that life doesn't go the way we expect and that there are unexpected twists and turns in the path that we are on. Life would be rather dull if we always knew what would happen and when and it gives us this sense of expectation and adventure when our path turns down a new road or a new opportunity opens. It's led me to where I am and had I not experienced all those unexpected twists and turns, I would not be where I am today, nor with that wonderful mountain man that I get to call my own. I mean...truly...he's 6'4" and has extremely long hair and a beard to make even a Viking jealous. He is mine, and I love him.
So, that's all for a first post, there will be more to come, perhaps daily, perhaps weekly, we shall see where this journey takes us and what new things are brought.
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