I'm getting to a point I don't want to go into town. Nothing but drivers trying to run you off the road and rudeness. Oh let's not forget about the cliques, the gossip.
I'm in other cities and towns public groups and none of them are bitching about what everyone is doing. Instead they keep it to local going on and about town.
No posts about how one is going slower than speed limit and is pissed someone passed them. Or bitching about their neighbors roosters, or bitching about kids playing and making noise or about how they bought where it floods but is pissed because we aren't a city to fix the roads from flooding but also doesn't want to chip in to help pay for such convince.
No entitled whining!!!!!
Live and let live!!!! My motto and this place is so far from that. It's really disappointing.
Can't wait to get the fuck out!
Rowdy wanted to play and Ronin was too busy sniffing and peeing on everything....
Not sure I want to share on fb. Lots of changes happening, some things in limbo. Been a roller coaster for a few weeks now.
Today was a magical day in the pasture! Rowdy was having the time of her life doing zoomies. Watching her race around, and tail flying, was pure joy.
Seeing her play reminds us of the simple pleasures in life. If you need a smile today, just picture her galloping, full of energy and spirit. 💖
Hi, I just rewrote my about page. Wrote it last week and lost it. 🙄
You can view it here:
https://zaviasstudio.locals.com/about
I'm looking forward to playing around in this space and getting to know you.
My short trip to Vegas showed me something I hadn’t fully seen before, my drinking hasn’t been about fun. It’s been about escape. Not from people. Not from family. But from a place that feels like it's slowly suffocating my spirit.
In Vegas, I laughed, danced, wandered, felt inspired… all without a single drop of alcohol. Why? Because the environment fed me instead of draining me.
It wasn’t the booze I craved. It was aliveness.
Now I see it clearly: when the soul-starving stops, the self-medicating does too.
So I did a thing…
Back in the day, I used to ride a Ninja. Then life happened.... a move across two states forced a decision: ride it all the way there or sell. I sold it, thinking I’d be back in the saddle soon after settling in.
Yeah… “soon” turned into 20 years.
But guess who’s back on two wheels?
Here’s to rediscovering freedom, one ride at a time.
And may my stress be taken away… like Calgon, but louder and with a little more throttle. 🏍️✨
