That's Stare, not Steer

People have been saying my last name wrong for a long, long time. Probably since before I was born. I don't know why, to me, it's pretty straight forward. Do I get upset when people call me Steer? Not like I used to. It's understandable that not everyone can know how to pronounce every word. I know that I am certainly guilty of butchering a name or two..over and over. And I'm sorry to any of you reading this that I have butchered.

While we're on the subject, let's talk steers. Steers, as most of you know, are delicious. I have been raising them since last summer. I sold my most recent one on Wednesday. He was an ok size, but I would have liked him a little bigger. When you're an out of work college graduate, you'll take every cent you can get, and the check I got was less than I was hoping for. 1200 dollars should seem like a lot to me, and it might to some of you. The problem with agriculture is, you have to spend money to make money. I didn't get that money without having to buy the steer and pay for feed. At least I still have 13 more to get nice and juicy for your next hamburger :)

I won't be able to farm for a living. As much as I've wanted to do it since I was a little tike, it's just not going to be possible. The money and knowledge required are way too much for me. The problem is, that's all I've ever thought about. Nothing else sounds appealing. I did the ResLife thing for a while, but there's no career in that for me. There comes a point when you're no longer working with your peers and you become a glorified babysitter for college kids. Not for me.

I'm sure in time I'll see that perfect job listing and just know that that's what I am meant to do. But...I suppose I won't know what perfect could be unless I give something new a try. Hmmmm..I guess I'll just have to keep my eyes open. Almost like I'm stehr-ing...