My Type…


For a long while I was unaware that I even had a type. “Boy is my type” I’d say. I heard Pamela Anderson say it back when she was Pamela Anderson Lee and they still aired new episodes of Bay Watch and I thought it sounded cool – she saved lives on TV it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Anyway, I always had a general sense of what I was attracted to: broad shoulders, scruffy chin, athleticism, Ryan Gosling – the usual. But it wasn’t until the past few years that “my type” fully emerged.

Let me begin with a brief description of myself in high school… Remember how in junior high there were two types of kids? One was kind of chubby and a little bit big for their age and the other was the saddest, scrawniest thing you’d ever seen?

I was the latter until I was about 18, but with huge sunken eyes, braces, and eyeliner with no mascara.

Here I am 1st Day Sr. Year

Here I am 1st Day Sr. Year

Needless to say I was the pick of the litter in those days, and had to beat the dudes off with a stick.

...And on my 18th Birthday...

…And on my 18th Birthday…


But it’s no surprise that my type bloomed as late as I did, and now that I’m about three and a half years out of my awkward stage it’s becoming clearer and clearer… My type…




I love them.

I love the fiery armpit hair they have to offer, the one skin tone on this planet that’s paler than mine, and the fact that they freckle in the sun instead of tanning. They always have something else weird going on too like a speech impediment or a short thumb that I find adorable.

Now if you ask me, only three out of five men in my life worth mentioning were honest to God gingers but I guess the other two are grandfathered in on a count of their reddish facial hair and their:

A) freckles, or

B) Irish skin.

Potato, tomato – My mom never lets me live it down…

As a halfling, (they call me strawberry blonde but, in truth, I was a ginger baby)


DivaTotal DivaTotal Diva

I feel as though I need to stand up for my people and love them the same as if they weren’t a genetic abnormality. I honestly feel that I’m drawn to them as if fate brought our similar hair colors together. Either that or God really is playing the Simms with us and is purposefully trying to mate me with a pure bread so we make Him more little baby cupids.

Boom. Berry Blonde.

Boom. Berry Blonde.


Either way, here’s a list of hot gingers I’m throwing your way so you can catch my fire:

Jessica from True Blood

Jessica from True Blood

Owen from Grey's Anatomy

Owen from Grey’s Anatomy

Gettin' Some Ginger Lovin'

Work It.

Emma Stone - Duh

Emma Stone – Duh

Isla Fischer

Isla Fischer

Prince Harry

Prince Harry

Ron Weasley

Ron Weasley

Louis C.K.

Louis C.K.



The Cutest Irish Setter You Ever Saw

The Cutest Irish Setter You Ever Saw


And the list goes on my friends… The list goes on…









HBO, Summertime, and my Carefree Attitude…


I’ve been feeling very bad and sad and traitorious* ever since I skipped my Thursday posting. I can’t imagine what you all think of my sluggishness. I could hardly even lift my hand today had it not been for the box of chocolate chip cookies that gave me strength. Also, I could hardly bear to pull myself away from Game of Thrones. I’m only on season two but good lord it is enthralling. And that bastard John Snow – Winter is coming indeed. (wink)

Its hottie overload in here

Its hottie overload in here

When he pledged his vows to the Knight’s Watch and swore never to take a wife I died a little inside.

Anyway, recently I’ve found myself overcome with a lack of motivation. I blame Summer for my carefree attitude. I’ve thrown my inhibitions and winter accessories to the wind and am left only with fantastic wind blown hair and no time for anything that isn’t fun.

Fantastic Wind Blown Hair

What is it about the Summer that makes you feel so invincible? And like all your responsibilities can wait until September? It can’t just be the warm weather. The summer breeze must be laced with fairy dust.

I wish I wasn’t such a loyal, hardworking employee. It’s a curse really, that I can’t just play hooky one day to go surfing.

The One Time I Went Surfing

...And The Results...

…And The Results…

This weekend I went for my first swim of the summer. We drove to a concert about an hour away and on our way back the only reasonable thing I could think of to do was jump in the water at 3am. I am a genius by the way. It was invigorating! Absolutely cold as ice. The one day of warmth we’ve had thus far apparently had not warmed up the massive body of water yet. Rude. But it was still a great time.

There is a certain weirdness that comes with doing things like this so late at night. Now I know why vampires are so kinky. It’s because they’re awake at weird hours of the night when we aren’t supposed to be conscious because that’s the time we think of the coolest ideas.

Speaking of vampires, who’s pumped for the season premiere of True Blood in a few weeks?! (June 16th)


This post really seems like a plug for HBO it’s too bad they’re not paying me.

I said it’s too bad they’re not paying me………….

pay me….



*I used the word traitorous wrong on purpose for humorical purposes