Hey, Kuri at Mediatinker.com is another member of the Redheaded Band. She had a makeover done at MAC in Japan. I wonder how their colors “suitable for redheads” stack up against the Just For Redheads ones? I had a makeover (or my colors analyzed) years ago (actually, two different times, in different towns) and the result was the same for both: I ended up with a very limited palette of colors to choose from, because my eye color and hair color are in different “seasons,” and was also told that I’d always have trouble finding foundation light enough for my…

Oh, I’ll try it. Signed up for a few communities. Can’t bring myself to contact anyone and invite them (isssh! isssh! Social anxiety! Isssh!). It was amusing getting a teaser but, hey, it was from my husband. I’m really glad I don’t feel the need to use the service for dating. 3 Questions Orkut Never Asked: Does your mom think you need to get out more? Are you a convicted felon? If yes, discuss Can you provide a note from your doctor? If no, we don’t want to know. There’re some fun communities in the “other” category. There was at…

Some more photos that my sister Timmy sent, mostly taken by my dad. Most of them appear to be taken when we lived in Albuquerque in the early 60’s I was an early reader and fan of the comics I was also a good eater, but sometimes required help I was quite a snappy dresser, and also a rocker girl But being without the blannie filled me with desolation and despair. And yes, Mom still has the blannie.

My sister has gotten into the act with a few embarassing photos. I’m told that I might need to start a blackmail fund to keep her from sending the most notorious ones. Proof that I am indeed a full-blooded member of the Phaeomelanii: This was when we were living in Albuquerque in the early 60’s. Since I’m wearing the headress, I MUST be watching “Roy Rogers,” although maybe I’m cheering for the Indians. Usually I wore a cowboy hat and rode my palamino pony, “Horsey Honey” in the living room when RR was on. HH was powered by springs, not…

My mother and my godmother Veda walked into the house on a cold January night 36 years ago. Another aunt on my mom’s side, Lucy, was also there. They had been taking turns keeping watch with Mom at the hospital for almost two weeks, after an aortic aneurysm dropped my dad like a bale of old newspapers at the bottom of the stairs. Extra, extra, read all about it. In a coma after a risky and then-experimental aortic bypass, he had shown signs of awakening. But then the hospital called with that dreaded “please send someone as soon as possible…

Realm of Redheads GOD, I wish I’d had this T-shirt 30 years ago. And most of the others, too. If I had a nickel for every time I was singled out and ridiculed for the color of my hair, I’d be richer than Bill. And for the record, I qualify for the “100% Genuine Authentic, Rare Hare, Since Birth, No Harmful Dyes, No Chemical Additives” T-shirt, so long as the chemical additives don’t include permanent wave solution and certain recreational molecules.