My name is Robin. I still live on the side of this hill in a town with fewer streets than I have fingers.  We have new management for the first time in 20 years and I am even more hopeful for the future of our little village!

          I am a mom, a nurse, an Air Force vet, and a workaholic. Life, for right now seems to consist mostly of work and driving to and from my job and my daughter’s job. I truly enjoy being that productive contributor to society but I would rather be toiling outside, at least on the nice days, finishing a project with an obvious, finished product to show for it, and I would much rather be sitting less. Oh! What these chairs have done to the size of my rear bumper! I used to enjoy going out and having a drink, it’s been awhile. I’m not particularly interested in sports, I have always wanted to dance but have never found a patient-enough partner to teach me, and I love to dress up and go to a Broadway show every now and again. I have been described as judgmental but I like to think I am just apt at verbally describing the world around me, as I see it, at that moment in time, and I firmly believe we are all entitled to an opinion. I am committed to sharing mine; at times this opinion is unsolicited, occasionally this is viewed as a personality flaw.

          If I was less exhausted and I had the time, I would read more, write novels, learn Spanish, be patient enough to be taught how to dance, raise a garden large enough to have my own vegetable stand, learn how to play the banjo, and have more fun. I am 45 and never in my wildest dreams thought I would still be single, though after reading this personal, how-do-you-do?….not as surprised. 🙂 I’m finding it more and more difficult to meet people/ men, with each passing year; there just seems to be too much work to do and not enough time. I thought I would be settled in with that person I could grow old with by now but, due to a somewhat colorful life that included a few hiccups here and there; that comfort zone ideal has not yet materialized for me.

          I grew up on a dairy farm not far from here, my father always told me I could do whatever I wanted to do if I worked hard enough. I really wanted to farm however in reality, I work in an office with no windows and I feel caged. The smell of my childhood: the smell of cattle in all stages of their earthly purpose, permeates my day but my nursing job is nowhere near what I would prefer to be doing while smelling that smell. It’s an other-worldly experience; I often walk into a room and ask myself: “What am I doing here?” and it’s not because my memory is starting to falter. I would much rather be on the “cattle raising” end of the business as opposed to the “cattle processing” end. I wish I had never heard of the concept “workers comp” because the defensive necessity of my management position is weighing negatively on my overall karma.

          I believe some on line discussions about anything mentioned above or anything “we” can conjure; might help steer that karma in a more positive direction. If you don’t feel like writing then feel free to read. I am working on some more current articles and would love your feedback. Thank you for visiting my site and I hope this is a place you go for a laugh, a light-hearted lesson, and maybe just a small escape from the normalcy of your every day life. Join me for lunch or a night cap, I won’t judge, I promise.