Nothin' Fancy Here, Just The Good StuffI have been raised on a farm in Iowa. I remember throwing on my jeans, boots and tshirt to feed the baby chicks. I would hold them in my hands,
fuzzy yellow chicks against my face.
Moving onto the cows and on to the pigs. Not pretty, but necessary. Horses running on the farm, peking out around the barn wanting their morning grub.
I have had to be sort of a tuff-cookie, like my Dad has always said. Basically, a tom-boy. I lived in my blue jeans and t-shirt right up through high school, and to this day.
I sing in a Country band, and there is nothing sexier than a woman with long hair, dark eyes, full lips, my favorite boots, my best fitting t-shirt and my tight fittin' jeans
KatCater 41-45, F 3 Responses 0 Mar 21, 2011