|Fargozilla-No that isn't grey hair, bitches! |
That's platinum highlights!
Add to the mixture more blue lines lost and I'm about to cut a bitch. Not really, but I had to express my frustration in violent words.
I've been reading a memoir from a Wyoming woman who has a famous family. I'm not going to mention it right now, because a review will be following. However, it took me back to a time when I was growing up in Wyoming and gave me a longing for those times again.
Even when I was at the River War Haus having to pick up dead deer, throw hay to the horses in a blinding snowstorm, chip ice in below zero weather, kill rattlesnakes in the yard, or the time we had to bury one of my beloved dogs are still more plentiful living than what I am seeing and experiencing now. To put that in perspective means, you know how precious my pets are to me.
We can't ever get those days back and I don't know that longing after them is the right choice either, but it soothes my soul for just a nano second. It is sad those ways of living are lost on future generations. I don't know if we can even swing back our moral compasses because my faith in humanity is hanging on by a shoe string.
It might sound odd to you but I grimace when someone can't keep up with me on a flat trail or groans about their feet hurting at walking a half mile in 65 degrees on a sunny day, while constantly grumbling they parked too far away. Whew. That was a long bitchy sentence. I'm an active person and while I do recognize not everyone is fat farm girl fresh and active, it seems that there is a lot more to complain about. I have no sympathy for lazy, even when I decide to let it overcome me. I also really, really can't stand pussies. I do realize pussies come in all shapes and sizes with varying degrees of difficulty.
But, sweet Jesus!
Can't anyone get a grip anymore?
These news headlines added to my personal misery and observations, coupled with my lack of ability to find a rugged friend has got me retreating to my hole. Turtle mode activated. I don't know. I think I want to barricade myself in my house for no apparent reason but to avoid the stupid world of idiocy and people. I really want to avoid people. Maybe I'm turning into a pussy. If you can't lick 'em, shoot 'em, or eat 'em, join 'em! Call the cops.
I could make their hostage negotiation training super entertaining.