About

Hi, I’m Red.  Thanks for taking the time to read my ramblings on your company’s dime.  I’m in my 30s, live outside Boston, and work with children in order to expedite the corruption of tomorrow’s leaders.  Last year I went back to school to get my principal license, so watch out, because the next screw that falls out will be you.  I swear that this is the last time I’m going back to school, because the only thing left would be a PhD, and that shit is whack.  By the way, if you ever need to come up with an insult for something and it’s 1997, I’m your girl.

Speaking of, why are principals in pop culture always such useless, aggressive jackasses? Even in crappy Lifetime movies where someone’s daughter gets murdered in the locker room or something, they’re all, “What do you want me to tell you, Mrs. Henderson? Kids will be kids!”

Well, anyway, full time work and part time school doesn’t leave much time for street fighting, but I make do.  Aside from book learning and kid wrangling, I like taking pictures, jogging very slowly, watching baseball, dancing in my kitchen, drinking wine with my friends, quoting movies, used bookstores, beauty products, plums, lilies, Louis CK, and extreme weather, the kind where they come on TV and tell you not to leave the house.  I appreciate dry, dirty, smart, quirky, politically incorrect humor, but I’m also just a lighthearted sap who keeps a journal full of obnoxiously inspirational quotes and finds meaning in 80s soft rock. I love my amazing friends and family, who keep me stocked in doubled over laughing fits and blog fodder.

And this is my blog, or my journal, or my manifesto, or whatever the hell you’re supposed to call it in 2012.  I apologize in advance.