Three years old yesterday. Still heathens. 🖤🖤 Fen on the left, and Louie.
Fen, playing outside. She loves to pounce on the ball so that it bounces or rolls away, and she can chase it some more. She especially enjoys zoomies past me, close enough that I can pretend to try and grab her - eliciting "ferocious" growls as she flys by. Closing in on 10 months old, 50+ pounds.
I had to reblog this, no other alternative bwahahaha!
The airbag…wait for it…LOL
Honor their sacrifice. Be worthy of those who died for us.
THIS.
Yep.
So mote it be.
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Right up front: this ain't a "poor pitiful me" post. Life on life's terms is what it is. So, at the beginning of the year, I got some unwelcome news after a prostate check, followed up by a biopsy; I am now officially one of those fellas around the country diagnosed with cancer. I am told it's quite curable, but this will involve removing the traitorous organ, and other significant changes. To my mind it beats the shit out of an early dirt nap. What I am leading up to is this: if you're a fella over 50, do yourself a favor and Get. Checked. Regardless of your age, pay attention to what your body is telling you, and you just might live a lot longer.
Regarding a post I just saw: yes, there are lowlifes who will take advantage of vulnerable newcomers in 12 Step fellowships. Myself, and brothers in my homegroup, will absolutely give a mf cause to regret his actions if we get wind of it. I will not drive somebody out of the meetings, but he'll damned sure have "hot stove" syndrome about 13 stepping after I get done with him. I despise 13 steppers. Recovery is far too precious, and early on, precarious, for me and my circle to allow predators to f it up for somebody. I have seen too many leave and not return. Zero tolerance!
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