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could make a lady out of me.

About an hour ago I got home from the fields and jumped in the shower. I washed my hair, bundled it all up in a towel, threw on a comfortable (read: horribly unflattering) house dress and sat down to write a thank you letter to my great uncle (to that extent I am a lady). Upon sealing and stamping this letter I headed out across the street to retrieve the day’s mail, and put my letter in the box. As I stood at the side of our busy road chatting on the phone with my mother I spied the vet, my dad, and his employee standing at the barn door talking. I laughed to my mother that I could not possibly look more absurd with my towel, flip flops (now am I talking about shoes or my unharnessed chest, because I swear I’m too young for this?!) and comfortable house dress.

Little did I know…

I crossed the street with no mishap, and as I grabbed the mail and reached up to insert my letter two giant trailer trucks blew by just feet from where I stood. It was the end, I tell you. I dropped the phone, and nearly dropped the mail as the wind from the trucks blew my towel tower over, my skirt flew up, and tried to rip my letter from my hand. My mother called to me from the phone in the grass, asking what happened. I tried to pretend it was nothing and no one had just seen my bare bottom, but as I turned around to cross the street again, towel hanging limply from my shoulders (along with my pride. Oh and speaking of hanging…can we talk about the girls again?), the employee was waving from the barn with a ridiculous grin on his face.

‘enry ‘iggins, do your worst.

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New Beginning

It’s been some time since I’ve actively participated in the blogging world. At one time the popularity of LiveJournal was thrilling, and keeping track of my high school buddies was a great excuse. LiveJournal was always a load of crap though, we all knew it, and now we’ve got MySpace and Facebook to do that for us, and they don’t need constant attention! My little working knowledge of this system is owed entirely to the genius of the one and only J. Farber and his Intro to Web Design course that I took…a million years ago.

I’m running a small business called Soul of a Starving Artist. I make jewelry, and for the most part it pays for itself, though not much more. I am a Metals major, at SUNY New Paltz, but I’m stuck in the foundation requirement BS that apparently everyone has to go through. It hurts, let me tell you, to know that I’m paying good money for professors who haven’t graduated, and don’t want to be there. This is not the standard of education my prep school pampered brain is used to. My farmer’s daughter work ethic isn’t happy either. What am I supposed to do with my time if I don’t have anything to study? This is currently my biggest gripe.

I have a great passion for art, and I am utterly impatient when something is holding me back from accomplishing my goals. I am stubborn as a mule, or my father, who I guess is sort of an ass, so really it’s all the same. I do love him though.

I am generally a happy person.

Cheers!

Robin Marie

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