I still haven't learned

Of late, I have heard and/or been the object of many "conversations" about women with red hair.  That's me!  I was blessed with red hair by my dad, and I've never wanted to change it.  And apparently, men love red hair too.  Ok, so maybe not all men, but according to my boyfriend, male friends, and articles by men you find on the web, a large majority of men find red haired beauties to be hot.  Thanks guys!  And then there's all those women who try to be like us red heads -- emphasis on the word "try" -- with the likes of gorgeous reds like Nicole Kidman and Julianne Moore to follow.  Sorry ladies, dying your hair that purplish red just doesn't cut it.

Fortunately, or maybe not so much (sorry brother Nate), for those of you who know me well, I was also "blessed" with the temperment that goes along with the hair. There's a reason why a friend in med school dubbed me "Firey Fynewever", or one of my attendings called me "Dr. Firefly" in residency.  Good thing some of that has been tamed and channeled into other activities.  Unfortunately, along with the red hair comes the white skin.  I am a true red head -- no tan, just burn, and freckles, freckles, freckles.  You'd think that, after a lifetime of episodes of lobster-like skin, I would have learned.  And I thought I did, until this weekend when I was going to work in the yard "for just a bit" which turned into a couple of hours and a nice bright red line across my lower back.  Ouch!  Lesson learned.  Again.

I still wouldn't change anything, red hair, white skin, blue eyes and all;  I'll take it.