I can't let it go...

I'm kind of stressed. Kind of. A lot. I'm majorly stressed. Besides hormones (I'm still a woman) here are some reasons. I'll start off lighting the kindling on fire.

• I washed my truck this morning then remembered I had to drive down thousands of miles of dirt roads to shoe horses. I drove so slow everywhere I went that I didn't get all of my work done. Truck is still trashed. Schedule is still booked.

• They raised the limit on my credit card without asking me first. That was pretty sly Capital One and I'll have you know I took huge advantage of it. Slap on the wrist, do better next month. Just kidding. 27% APR ho.

• Don't have your horse shod for two years, alert me to how much of an emergency it is and then question why my work looks like the contents of a portable John. Do it yourself next time champ, and get your own tools. PS: your horse is a dick.

• My bronc riding idol is at a rodeo I was suppose to attend tonight. He's also engaged, or serious, or something. Failure on so many levels I'm going to induce a wine coma.

• 90% (I'm being lenient) of the folks I associate with are pathetically under educated, overly liberal and less than critical of the things that actually matter. Is common sense still a word? Didn't think so.

• Baltimore. No explanation needed. I'm going to do it anyway though. If you're throwing rocks, chanting, intimidating anyone in any fashion or threatening police officers you are welcome to come to my home. We can sit down and have a little chat about your misconduct. When we conclude our meeting I'll make sure to have a hole dug to drop you into and plenty of dirt to cover you up with. Normal folks are done wasting their time with your trashy ass.  

• Anyone who supports the Baltimore riots or calls cops 'Pigs'; go to Hell. You're worthless too. Take your parents with you, they did a horrible job.

• The Facebook challenge where mindless bodies lacking even peanut sized brains stomp on the American flag. Just leave. Go somewhere fun like Iraq or Nepal. I don't think there's many American flags there for you to defile. Read a book, have a little pride, learn some respect before real citizens choke you in the streets.

Now we have a full blown forest fire. I'm thankful for the very remote location that I live and the numbing effects of booze or else I may be writing this from death row.