Most of my family thinks I'm completely insane for raising poultry. Total granola hick. While they chomp their KFC...
About-to-be-in-laws think I'm some kind of daisy-wearing fae creature who hugs trees for fun and frolics around in the nude, singing kumbaya.
Ok, I might be a little tree-happy, but I also have a house full of guns. Many of them are cherished antiques, I grew up shooting at the range with my dad, and the gubbermint can pry them from my cold, dead hands.
I love science with a passion and thoroughly enjoy being a dirty little heretic but I get my feelings hurt when people I like (who are religious) think there is something wrong with me for it.
I also like run-on sentences sometimes, that one's not a stereotype.
DH, on the other hand, gets stereotyped as being some kind of Rambo-creature who just might kill you for the fun of it.
Yes, he's tough as nails, but he's also sweet and kind and named all my chickens ridiculous things.
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I see tazer as someone just waiting to catch me making a mistake concerning biology. She's the extremely attractive science student hiding under a nerdy looking shell (just like in the movies).
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I love that even when we disagree, we're still dear to each other. (good thing too, as often as we disagree, pops.)
hmmm okay fine, lititary referance then, Jabal Harshaw.
I dont feel stuck- but I'm sure there are a few people trying to make them stick to me, I see the funny looks and hear the whispered, and out-loud, comments...
Lets see....1st, I'ma gold digger cuz my hubbys older than me, (that one bugs me still)
Next I'm a bimbo cuz I have blonde hair, big 'girls' and a hour glass figure- like I control how I was made?
We have 8 kids,(his, mine & ours) so I MUST be on welfare, or some kind of state aid, but I kinda understand that one since I tend to wear jeans and big T-shirts to hide certain attributes..
I love having chickens and dogs and cats and my goats- so I am that crazy woman with all the animals
I am soooo stinkin happy with my life that I couldnt care less if people judge me. Most of the time I just ignore it. I cant help what other people think of me. I only concern myself with the people who really know me and love me for who they know I am on the inside.
I'm not a super genius, but my friends say I'm funny, I'm pretty confident about myself and what I'm doing with my life.
I think its pretty funny when people get me all wrong, I just sit back and wait and watch. I figure the ones that stick around long enough to figure out how wrong they were, will either end up my friend, or they will slink out of my life and go try to find an easier target to pick on and judge.
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I had that reputation when I was younger. I've kinda worked hard at making it go away, although occasionally it does come in handy.
Still seems like I can't get away from it though.
I was spilling guts to a friend about a big fight at a previous job, but I wouldn't tell him everything I'd done coz well, I've committed felonies and he's a cop. He surprised me though, he said he didn't think I was bad at all.
I think I am worse than everyone thinks, coz I know my history and they don't.
And then, there are some young kids at work that think coz I can throw heavy things around that I must have killed people or somethin!!!!!
It used to always surprise me how opposite the reactions I would get, but as I have been around longer I have figured out that I think people's prespectives vary alot based on what they have done and seen in their life.
Kids that I work with only see strong bad-butts on TV who are fighters etc. not just country girls who throw feedsacks around on a regular basis. Then coming from a cop's point of view, he thinks I'm pretty mild compared to the real bad guys. It's all about what pair of glasses you are looking through.