For those of you using a reader, or who just aren't all that observant, there's now a poll on the sidebar to vote for your favorite quote.
Vote away! I'll give at least the top three space on the sidebar, possibly more. I haven't decided yet.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
More Quotes
Adding to the list of outrageous quotes for everyone to vote on:
"Friendly but not familiar." - Oleg Volk
"Farmgirl- If I was 15 years younger, I would follow her around like a lovesick puppy..." - Stuart The Viking
"FarmGirl: 2% steel, 98% Colorado mountain lion." - MattG
Vote for your favorites or submit your own!
"Friendly but not familiar." - Oleg Volk
"Farmgirl- If I was 15 years younger, I would follow her around like a lovesick puppy..." - Stuart The Viking
"FarmGirl: 2% steel, 98% Colorado mountain lion." - MattG
Vote for your favorites or submit your own!
Long, Long Ago
Been a couple things lately that made me go "holy crap, I'm 26!"
The first actually happened about a month and a half ago, when into the store wandered someone who looked vaguely familiar, and yet unfamiliar. I watched the guy meander through the store for a few minutes trying to relax and let my brain cough up the reason I thought I recognized him.
I still hadn't figured it out when he got to the register. I did my usual patter, eying him discretely out of the corner of my eye, and I could see he was doing the same sort of thing. Weird.
Finally he raised one eyebrow and asked "You're FarmGirl, right?" (using my full real name, of course.)
My brain chose this moment to finally kick into gear, superimposing my memory of him at thirteen on his twenty six year old face. The reason I had so much trouble is that when I knew him, he was a clean cut young early teenager, and now he's a long-haired man. I mean really, the change is a complete shock. I did Knowledge Bowl (an academic competition in which we would be handed problems to solve, in three "quarters" we just had to solve the problems, in one we had to solve the problem AND put on a play about it. Think RPG's only geekier.) and Rocketry with him.
I remember on the bus to Knowledge Bowl meets we would drive the chaperons nuts singing stupid songs, until we got about half way there, then we were just as noisy, but we were discussing strategy and how we were gonna kick butt and take names. That's what set the knowledge bowl kids apart from the jocks, they goofed off ALL the way to their stuff.
Back then, he looked just like you'd expect a kid doing academic competitions and Rocketry to look, short hair, glasses, usually t-shirts and jeans unless it was picture day then it was a button down and jeans. He was skinny and angular and had a sharp sense of humor.
He moved away after that school year, and it was one of those lost touch things.
Now, he's filled out and lost some of the angles, his hair is longer than mine has ever been and he looks like he belongs shirtless playing bass for a garage band gone big.
Of course he said I haven't changed much. Well, it's true, I still look pretty much the same, just older.
But after he left, I texted R, giving her the scoop and telling her how shocked I was at the change. She came back with "what do you expect, you haven't seen him in twelve years."
Twelve. Years. Wow. The mere fact that something happened to me twelve years ago that I can reasonably be expected to remember that didn't involve a major natural disaster or an injury to myself has me a bit flabbergasted.
The other thing was a conversation in the GBC IRC channel concerning tattoos. Dixie said something along the lines of "you won't find anyone with just one tattoo for very long, they're addictive."
I started to compose a retort saying I'd had just one tattoo for a while now, and thought a moment to tote up years. Ten. Ten years I've had my tattoo.
Seriously?!? I swear it was just a couple years ago I got it... or it feels that way. There's no way that I've been considered adult enough to permanently mark my body for ten years. Well, technically, I haven't, but Farmmom and Farmdad signed off on the tatt because Bro knew I'd been wanting one, and he paid for it for my Christmas present that year.
But still. I'm thinking in decades now, and it's only going to get worse from here on out. Those "omg" moments will continue and grow as the years extend.
I'm not afraid of getting older, I won't delay my 30th birthday, I'm just worried that this means I have to admit that I'm a grownup now....
I don't wanna!
The first actually happened about a month and a half ago, when into the store wandered someone who looked vaguely familiar, and yet unfamiliar. I watched the guy meander through the store for a few minutes trying to relax and let my brain cough up the reason I thought I recognized him.
I still hadn't figured it out when he got to the register. I did my usual patter, eying him discretely out of the corner of my eye, and I could see he was doing the same sort of thing. Weird.
Finally he raised one eyebrow and asked "You're FarmGirl, right?" (using my full real name, of course.)
My brain chose this moment to finally kick into gear, superimposing my memory of him at thirteen on his twenty six year old face. The reason I had so much trouble is that when I knew him, he was a clean cut young early teenager, and now he's a long-haired man. I mean really, the change is a complete shock. I did Knowledge Bowl (an academic competition in which we would be handed problems to solve, in three "quarters" we just had to solve the problems, in one we had to solve the problem AND put on a play about it. Think RPG's only geekier.) and Rocketry with him.
I remember on the bus to Knowledge Bowl meets we would drive the chaperons nuts singing stupid songs, until we got about half way there, then we were just as noisy, but we were discussing strategy and how we were gonna kick butt and take names. That's what set the knowledge bowl kids apart from the jocks, they goofed off ALL the way to their stuff.
Back then, he looked just like you'd expect a kid doing academic competitions and Rocketry to look, short hair, glasses, usually t-shirts and jeans unless it was picture day then it was a button down and jeans. He was skinny and angular and had a sharp sense of humor.
He moved away after that school year, and it was one of those lost touch things.
Now, he's filled out and lost some of the angles, his hair is longer than mine has ever been and he looks like he belongs shirtless playing bass for a garage band gone big.
Of course he said I haven't changed much. Well, it's true, I still look pretty much the same, just older.
But after he left, I texted R, giving her the scoop and telling her how shocked I was at the change. She came back with "what do you expect, you haven't seen him in twelve years."
Twelve. Years. Wow. The mere fact that something happened to me twelve years ago that I can reasonably be expected to remember that didn't involve a major natural disaster or an injury to myself has me a bit flabbergasted.
The other thing was a conversation in the GBC IRC channel concerning tattoos. Dixie said something along the lines of "you won't find anyone with just one tattoo for very long, they're addictive."
I started to compose a retort saying I'd had just one tattoo for a while now, and thought a moment to tote up years. Ten. Ten years I've had my tattoo.
Seriously?!? I swear it was just a couple years ago I got it... or it feels that way. There's no way that I've been considered adult enough to permanently mark my body for ten years. Well, technically, I haven't, but Farmmom and Farmdad signed off on the tatt because Bro knew I'd been wanting one, and he paid for it for my Christmas present that year.
But still. I'm thinking in decades now, and it's only going to get worse from here on out. Those "omg" moments will continue and grow as the years extend.
I'm not afraid of getting older, I won't delay my 30th birthday, I'm just worried that this means I have to admit that I'm a grownup now....
I don't wanna!
Monday, November 15, 2010
Company Policy
I've had a couple questions lately about this via email, so I'll clear a couple things up real quick.
I work at a chain convenience store on a major North-South highway. I work nights. Alone. I'm 5'7 and about a hundred pounds of well-packed attitude.
But attitude won't save me if someone decides to rob the store. Attitude will do nothing to deter a large man if he decides he's going to put his hands on me. Attitude won't save my life if someone decides to kill me.
But company policy clearly states that I'm not allowed to carry a weapon. Never mind that I've been approved for a permit to carry a concealed weapon, and can carry my gun anywhere else, my company tells me I'm not allowed.
If the store is robbed while I'm there, I'm to hand over the cash in the register and press the panic button. A panic button that has to be held down for three seconds to send a signal to law enforcement, who may then have to come from the other side of the county.
I'm fine with handing over the cash. They want it, they can have it.
I am not fine with the possibility that I will not be able to hold that button for a full three seconds (three seconds is a LONG time to do something when the excrement hits the rotating blades) if the guy across the counter decides he's going to take a little rape with his quick cash.
I am not fine with the possibility that a robber will become angry when I have a low amount of cash in my drawer and am unable to get him more money from the safe, and decide to take his anger out on me. Or that he may think I know some kind of magic code to open the safe, or make it spit out money more often than once every two minutes.
I am not fine with the idea of being beaten, shot, stabbed, raped, or otherwise assaulted because my company doesn't think I'm smart enough to safely carry a gun while I'm working for them.
I will abide by any company policy that does not directly impair my ability to provide for my own personal safety, in a manner guaranteed by the United States Constitution.
The Second Amendment trumps company policy. So does my life, and my safety. Period.
I work at a chain convenience store on a major North-South highway. I work nights. Alone. I'm 5'7 and about a hundred pounds of well-packed attitude.
But attitude won't save me if someone decides to rob the store. Attitude will do nothing to deter a large man if he decides he's going to put his hands on me. Attitude won't save my life if someone decides to kill me.
But company policy clearly states that I'm not allowed to carry a weapon. Never mind that I've been approved for a permit to carry a concealed weapon, and can carry my gun anywhere else, my company tells me I'm not allowed.
If the store is robbed while I'm there, I'm to hand over the cash in the register and press the panic button. A panic button that has to be held down for three seconds to send a signal to law enforcement, who may then have to come from the other side of the county.
I'm fine with handing over the cash. They want it, they can have it.
I am not fine with the possibility that I will not be able to hold that button for a full three seconds (three seconds is a LONG time to do something when the excrement hits the rotating blades) if the guy across the counter decides he's going to take a little rape with his quick cash.
I am not fine with the possibility that a robber will become angry when I have a low amount of cash in my drawer and am unable to get him more money from the safe, and decide to take his anger out on me. Or that he may think I know some kind of magic code to open the safe, or make it spit out money more often than once every two minutes.
I am not fine with the idea of being beaten, shot, stabbed, raped, or otherwise assaulted because my company doesn't think I'm smart enough to safely carry a gun while I'm working for them.
I will abide by any company policy that does not directly impair my ability to provide for my own personal safety, in a manner guaranteed by the United States Constitution.
The Second Amendment trumps company policy. So does my life, and my safety. Period.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Quotes
Well the contest has been going for a while now, and while I'm a little sad that I've only gotten five entries, maybe these will inspire the rest of my readers to come up with their own. Here are the entries:
(Edit: Got a couple more, so I'm throwing them on the end.)
"The second most grabbable butt in the blogosphere." - Alan
"FarmGirl: 1000% of the USRDA of whoop-ass" -Cybrus
"FarmGirl: It's best to stay on her good side. Trust me." - JayG
"I just do what FarmGirl tells me." - JayG
"FarmGirl has a deliciously grabbable ass" - Jennifer
"She'll cut off your nuts and serve them to you." - Loki
"FarmGirl- 98 pounds of of tightly-wound tornado looking for a place to land." - Newbius
"FarmGirl: The world's most heavily-armed twig." - Commenter Ragdragger who did not leave a link.
"As a professional massage therapist it would be unethical of me to comment on FarmGirl's ass." - ChristinaLMT
Hmm. Apparently my posterior is the "famous" one, not me. Anyway, you can vote for your favorite in comments, or if you think you can do better, submit your own outrageous quote via email.
As a side note, the consensus seems to be "don't tweet" so I'll put that idea on the back burner for now, unless a bunch of people speak up in favor of the idea.
(Edit: Got a couple more, so I'm throwing them on the end.)
"The second most grabbable butt in the blogosphere." - Alan
"FarmGirl: 1000% of the USRDA of whoop-ass" -Cybrus
"FarmGirl: It's best to stay on her good side. Trust me." - JayG
"I just do what FarmGirl tells me." - JayG
"FarmGirl has a deliciously grabbable ass" - Jennifer
"She'll cut off your nuts and serve them to you." - Loki
"FarmGirl- 98 pounds of of tightly-wound tornado looking for a place to land." - Newbius
"FarmGirl: The world's most heavily-armed twig." - Commenter Ragdragger who did not leave a link.
"As a professional massage therapist it would be unethical of me to comment on FarmGirl's ass." - ChristinaLMT
Hmm. Apparently my posterior is the "famous" one, not me. Anyway, you can vote for your favorite in comments, or if you think you can do better, submit your own outrageous quote via email.
As a side note, the consensus seems to be "don't tweet" so I'll put that idea on the back burner for now, unless a bunch of people speak up in favor of the idea.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Hug a Veteran
And say thank you, today.
From all of us here at the Old Homestead, to all of you Veterans out there:
Remember that there are still those of us who know full well the price paid for our freedoms, in your time, your health, your limbs and lives. We mourn the loss of even one of you, and honor your sacrifices, large and small.
Those who enjoy the liberties of life in this country should not forget that those liberties come at a cost, paid by courageous and outstanding men and women.
Thank you for your service, each and every one of you.
From all of us here at the Old Homestead, to all of you Veterans out there:
Remember that there are still those of us who know full well the price paid for our freedoms, in your time, your health, your limbs and lives. We mourn the loss of even one of you, and honor your sacrifices, large and small.
Those who enjoy the liberties of life in this country should not forget that those liberties come at a cost, paid by courageous and outstanding men and women.
Thank you for your service, each and every one of you.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Quotes, and Twitter
I want people to keep going on the previous post, I'm finding it very interesting. But I have one idea, and one question.
A lot of bloggers have quotes about themselves on their page. I'm getting kind of jealous of this, because nobody says awesome things about me. On the other hand I do try to keep my ego in check at least a little bit, so I don't want to go begging for "she's awesome" quotes. So, instead, I'd like to have a contest for the most outrageous quotes about me that you can think of. They can, of course, be entirely fictional. Make them funny, make them deep, make them whatever you want as long as they're outrageous.
Submit your quotes to my email ( therealfarmgirl (at) gmail (dot) com ) and I'll publish them, and let everyone vote for their favorites. This is also a good excuse to get some more regular updates. The winners will get a place of honor on the sidebar.
Next, should I get a twitter account? I'm gone more than I'm here anymore, and I do occasionally throughout the day (and night) come up with things that could be considered amusing. Normally those things get shared with the same people who are inflicted with my not so amusing random things (like picture messages live from El Marto Del Wal wondering at the fact that you can buy a vibrating ring for your ding-a-ling there)- the people I know well enough to have exchanged phone numbers with. On the other hand, I think I can tweet (twit?) from my phone, so I could conceivably share these things with all of you as well.
The question is, would it be just yet another self-serving ego-stroker or would my loyal readers (seriously how am I still getting 100+ hits a day on this blog?!?? I love you guys.) be interested in my random thoughts?
I would love to hear from the lurkers on this as well, a simple comment or email to the above address with either "yes" or "no" will suffice. If you email put "twitter poll" in the subject line so that I don't accidentally delete your vote, though.
So, get those quotes in, and tell me what you think of the twitter idea.
A lot of bloggers have quotes about themselves on their page. I'm getting kind of jealous of this, because nobody says awesome things about me. On the other hand I do try to keep my ego in check at least a little bit, so I don't want to go begging for "she's awesome" quotes. So, instead, I'd like to have a contest for the most outrageous quotes about me that you can think of. They can, of course, be entirely fictional. Make them funny, make them deep, make them whatever you want as long as they're outrageous.
Submit your quotes to my email ( therealfarmgirl (at) gmail (dot) com ) and I'll publish them, and let everyone vote for their favorites. This is also a good excuse to get some more regular updates. The winners will get a place of honor on the sidebar.
Next, should I get a twitter account? I'm gone more than I'm here anymore, and I do occasionally throughout the day (and night) come up with things that could be considered amusing. Normally those things get shared with the same people who are inflicted with my not so amusing random things (like picture messages live from El Marto Del Wal wondering at the fact that you can buy a vibrating ring for your ding-a-ling there)- the people I know well enough to have exchanged phone numbers with. On the other hand, I think I can tweet (twit?) from my phone, so I could conceivably share these things with all of you as well.
The question is, would it be just yet another self-serving ego-stroker or would my loyal readers (seriously how am I still getting 100+ hits a day on this blog?!?? I love you guys.) be interested in my random thoughts?
I would love to hear from the lurkers on this as well, a simple comment or email to the above address with either "yes" or "no" will suffice. If you email put "twitter poll" in the subject line so that I don't accidentally delete your vote, though.
So, get those quotes in, and tell me what you think of the twitter idea.
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