The Robbin’s egg

Women

Bridget M Tallent

Senior Analytical Chemist- Consultant

Consulting - Mining and Minerals industry

 Who Is Robin?

I’m glad you asked.

She’s this wild woman I once invited to my apartment, smoked weed with, and did keg stands alongside.

What kind of Robins do you know?

Because the ones I know raise women like my best friend.

Lorie.

Where do I even start with Lorie…

Maybe the night of Irish car bombs and puking in her bushes?

…Never mind.

Or Lorie absolutely cussing out the organic chemistry professor because:

“I PAID FOR THIS, DAMN IT. YOU’RE GOING TO TEACH ME.”

My Lorie is a Scorpio—and all that comes with it.

She’s strong, passionate, and takes absolutely zero bullshit.

She’s a Robin’s egg.

Just like her sister, Lisa.

You know—the one with the autoimmune disorder who escaped domestic issues?

No, not that one.

The one with the beautiful smile and the incredible artistic talent.

That one’s a Robin’s egg.

And then there’s Angie.

The pistol.

The one you send in when a few knuckles might need to meet a few heads. (wink)

But more than that—she’s the Angie who is right there when you need her.

That’s a Robin’s egg.

Thank you, all four of you.

Without you, I am nothing.

Be good—or be good at it, sis.

I love you.

Cheers. 🥂