My grandma killed herself by smoking for 60 years. Got stage 4 lung cancer and relied on my mom for 24 hour care for a year before she finally kicked the bucket. I feel no pity for her and I wasn't even sad when she died. She was an awful woman who used everyone around her until literally the day she died. Played the victim in situations she put herself in and expected others (my mom) to bail her out.
I mean, I have no say in what my country actually does. I highly disapprove of it all, in fact. But I would hope that if the rest of the world kicked in our door to stop our shit, that regular citizens like me wouldn't be in danger of being shot or whatever. I just wanna live my life, man.
I used to think there wasn't a point to life because we all just die. But then people told me that I couldn't be successful and that made me mad so now I'm fueled by spite. I've achieved almost everything I have set out to do so far in life, so now I'm just here to have a good time.
I appreciate the giants. I'm very short and need help reaching things regularly. If I was one inch shorter, I'd be considered a little person legally. At least here in the US. I'm 4'11 🥲
My stepfather has made knives out of railroad spikes. Apparently it takes a super long time tho. He didn't have an actual forge and just used the hottest burning blowtorch he could get to heat the metal.
She's not. I volunteer at the stables she's at and was told by the owner of the place that I can interact with her because her owner doesn't ever come see her. So me and this old guy have informally adopted her. We make sure she gets let out of her stall almost every day, and I exercise her and groom her. I'm also working on teaching her proper barn manners and desensitizing her to certain things that make her nervous. She's very old, but still has a lot of pep and needs worked with so she can live longer.
I have a few pairs of gloves for different barn purposes. A waterproof pair with a grippy material for watering, regular winter gloves for general activities, and a very thin but warm pair with grippy palms and touchscreen finger things for riding.
The back of my car has essentially become a tack/supply room. The latest edition is the saddle I just got.
Here you go! I got the blanket for her last month because I learned she didn't have her own and was wearing another horse's blanket. I saw it online and knew it was for her because it matches her halter lol.
My grandma killed herself by smoking for 60 years. Got stage 4 lung cancer and relied on my mom for 24 hour care for a year before she finally kicked the bucket. I feel no pity for her and I wasn't even sad when she died. She was an awful woman who used everyone around her until literally the day she died. Played the victim in situations she put herself in and expected others (my mom) to bail her out.