What do you respond when someone asks you that inevitable question which almost always comes up when you first meet someone: "Do you work?"
Um...yeah...just not the way you mean! :D (And, I'm curious, do 21 year old boys get asked this question everytime they meet someone new?)
I usually look at Savannah (if she's there), grin a little sheepishly and maybe laugh, then say some version of the following, "Not exactly...I'm a ranch-hand on my granddaddy's 80 acre ranch!"
So yes. I work--we could even jokingly say "outside the home" (but it's not, really). I mow grass, I trim trees, I occasionally get grease up to my elbows from a lawn mower engine, I run a tractor (which really needs to be done right now), I build fence, I chase cows, I work with a horse, I sweat and I burn. Yes, I work...and I love my work!
I also am the main dishwasher in our house. I also have charge of the weekend chores like vaccuming the floor and cleaning the bathroom. Other days I work on filmmaking (that's been a while). Yes, my dear, sweet kindly elderly lady, I do work. I just don't do it outside the home for wages. (Tis true, my dear poppa does send us some "pay" monthly, but even if he didn't I'd work just as hard.)
Anyway, the whole topic reminds me of last week. When I had jury duty, I filled out the "employment" section as "ranch-hand". I showed up not looking at all like a ranch hand in my black skirt, shortleave plaid button up shirt, and Teva sandels (no hat! ;P) The tall prosecuting attorney who was questioning the potential jurors, addressed me, "Miss Parker [it's kind of neat being called that!], you say here that you are a ranch-hand. Do you mind telling me what that entails for you?"
I was a little flabbergasted. I managed to keep a straight face and burble something about cows and fences and horse and general upkeep...(if I remember correctly, somebody in the courtroom snickered.)
The only other question that is inevitable and equally as fun (or not!) to answer is "Where are you from?" *laughs*
I'll leave that one for another day...
Um...yeah...just not the way you mean! :D (And, I'm curious, do 21 year old boys get asked this question everytime they meet someone new?)
I usually look at Savannah (if she's there), grin a little sheepishly and maybe laugh, then say some version of the following, "Not exactly...I'm a ranch-hand on my granddaddy's 80 acre ranch!"
So yes. I work--we could even jokingly say "outside the home" (but it's not, really). I mow grass, I trim trees, I occasionally get grease up to my elbows from a lawn mower engine, I run a tractor (which really needs to be done right now), I build fence, I chase cows, I work with a horse, I sweat and I burn. Yes, I work...and I love my work!
I also am the main dishwasher in our house. I also have charge of the weekend chores like vaccuming the floor and cleaning the bathroom. Other days I work on filmmaking (that's been a while). Yes, my dear, sweet kindly elderly lady, I do work. I just don't do it outside the home for wages. (Tis true, my dear poppa does send us some "pay" monthly, but even if he didn't I'd work just as hard.)
Anyway, the whole topic reminds me of last week. When I had jury duty, I filled out the "employment" section as "ranch-hand". I showed up not looking at all like a ranch hand in my black skirt, shortleave plaid button up shirt, and Teva sandels (no hat! ;P) The tall prosecuting attorney who was questioning the potential jurors, addressed me, "Miss Parker [it's kind of neat being called that!], you say here that you are a ranch-hand. Do you mind telling me what that entails for you?"
I was a little flabbergasted. I managed to keep a straight face and burble something about cows and fences and horse and general upkeep...(if I remember correctly, somebody in the courtroom snickered.)
The only other question that is inevitable and equally as fun (or not!) to answer is "Where are you from?" *laughs*
I'll leave that one for another day...
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