With Commander-in-Chief Starr at the helm of the checkbook and the dream, the Kiefers have carved out their portion of the space-time continuum in a manner that can only be described as "whatever the hell we feel like doing." Three babies in three years? Why not! Pack up and move halfway across the country? Can't freakin' wait! Give the middle finger to the SUV trend and buy [gasp] a MINIVAN? You bet your ass (crushed spirit notwithstanding).
And that's just the beginning. We can't give away all our secrets at once, now can we? Moving on...
Quiet down now -- you can gaze upon her longingly in the photo at right.
Starr is a terrifyingly magnificent, frighteningly intelligent, buxom wench who first captivated Ryan over four years ago. Since then, she has conquered all laid before her, from being a corporate jetsetter who traveled half the time (while pregnant), to moving no less than four times (two while pregnant), to becoming a stay-at-home mother of two (while pregnant), then three, to becoming an enthusiastic homeowner. All the while, she has been Ryan's boss, head chef, roll-around buddy, and closest companion. He says he wouldn't trade her for the world, but no one has offered yet...
Ryan, being handy
Ryan is a full-time writer for the world's greatest navigation company. If you've ever sworn and looked at the manual after being told "Recalcuating" one too many times, you may have seen his professional scribe work. Beloved day job aside, he is The Kiefer Cottage's resident handyman, painter (of walls, not art), big box palace navigator, and Starr's crazy-idea sounding board. She says she wouldn't trade him for the world, but maybe the world's largest bowl of ice cream...
The Kiefer kids (Katie, Winslow, and Drew) are widely lauded as Starr and Ryan's greatest work so far. They tend to agree -- those buggers are so cute you just want to eat 'em up with a side of shrimp 'n' grits.
