Rodeo Rider

Ah..see you lifted this pic from that "other site". So... Yup I'm not welcome here..got it. No cm from me...an btw one thing I certainly am not is a "cancel culture" person. Not a lib. Burned my card. So I will take my ass right outa here. For the maybe 2 people who give a fuck, my surgery went well. Take care folks.

I love cats. So awesome. I had a Maine coon/Himalayan/Blue point Siamese mix un-neutered male named Minu. Wish I had a picture handy. 17 lb cat, with a Garfield attitude AND affinity for Lasagna. For reals. He could hork down a plate of spaghetti like a starving trucker. Hilarious. He'd be licking his fur (all red from sauce) for days after. Too funny. The guy I got him from taught him to use the toilet. No, he did not do it for me. He really was an outdoor cat. Matter of fact I don't do "litter boxes". Kitty do poopie outside lol We moved miles away from his "territory". And the second he got let out he took off. My daughter and I found him days later, dead on the hiway. About 3 miles from our old place😢. My daughter was only 8. That was hard.

Not mine my daughter's dog. Molly with my granddaughter McKenzie. She comes here when I'm watching the grand kids. And like them never wants to leave lol. She's such an awesome dog! So smart. But darn it she keeps "nibbling" on me and sometimes she bites a little too hard. Like I swear if she could "eat me up" she would. When I correct her for it she feels bad..but 2 seconds later omg...my clothes are soaked with her gerb 😌 But one thing I'll say about her...she can sniff out trouble quickly. Cars all over are getting broken in to all over our state. She woke the family up (my daughter said her BARK was different) at like 3:30 am and sure enough someone was in their driveway going through their vehicles. So my SIL let Molly out and she BARRELED at the 2 guys like a lion on the hunt. Chased them back to their car, bit one of them too. Funny my grandsons truck was the only vehicle locked in their driveway.😒 Ya lock yer vehicles at night folks.

Exactly why I did not open the door. That dumb bitch stood there ringing my bell. And then knocking. For 10 minutes at least. In 97° heat.

A "public nurse" woman came to my door on the hotest day of the year so far. She rang the bell...I look out, see a black woman with a clipboard. Standing on my front stoop. I bothered not to open the door. She stood there (and she definitely saw me look out the window) and rang and knocked for 10 minutes. At least. They can't get rid of their poison fast enough. My bff's daughter is a "per diem" nurse at 3 different facilities. She said that they have been having to destroy the "vaccines" they can't shove into people's arms. Absolutely disguts me. And they want to stick this shit into our kids.

I had a couple friends over for dinner. They both own businesses...one is an estate liquidator with a HUGE storage facility for some of the more spendy items (gold, silver, high end antiques etc). He's a rod and gun club president and over sees the shooting range. He repeated this short quote (apparently made in his presence by a high ranked state trooper) "They're coming". Huh? I ask him? "Who is coming"? And he said the trooper implied the "they" are the now un-employed (by choice) thugs who are moving into the suburbs to theive. One thing I learned after my surgery (or had explained to me) was the "fight or fight" response. And we don't know WHICH we are until we are pressed into a "life or death" situation. I had (unfortunately) "awareness" of the last part of my surgery. I was placed in a "trundle bed"(upside down) and my anesthesia had worn off when they were transferring me from the surgery bed to the gurney. Apparently I was very angry. I was bruised badly because one of the surgical staff dropped me somewhat when transferring me. I woke up, got UP and TOOK A SWING at the surgeons pa who was assisting. I stayed, um PISSED OFF lol for hours after. Surgery was around 6 1/2 hrs. The pa was the first to check in with me post op. He was AWFUL to me. Openly hostile. (No bull) and I was unaware of what happened. It wasn't till 2 days later a nurse told me I tried to hit him. As the anesthesia started wearing off, I became more aware, saw the bruises on me (bruised my left breast really bad..) and reacted with the fight response. Lol. That boy is a HERO. And that is an example of his "fight" response. But that kid is going to be living with the fact he took a life. And that's going to be really hard on him. Hopefully he learns how to deal with this.

I love riding in ME. We have a place in the NEK, but the trails in the county rule! Did 1200 miles in 4 days up there...a few years ago LOL Now 200 seems like a lot in one day

Soon, but not soon enough