People who abuse animals should be executed… seriously…
I lost a little faith in humanity this week when I found out that one of the two horses I've been hired to look after had been repeatedly beat over the head with a 2x4 by the owner's dickhead alcoholic husband. What kind of a sick fuck thinks it's okay to do something like that????

I know I can tend to be a bit me but the story of this horse's past brought me to tears when I heard it… I thought the horse was just being I'll mannered. Every time I would try to touch his head or put a halter on him in his stall he would lash out at me, but clearly he has mental scars rather than a lack of discipline.

Sad story aside I'm loving my new part time job, which consists of me getting back the horsey roots of my teenage years and giving some TLC to two semi neglected pure blooded arabians…

(Meet my new best friends..)

Abaco


and Idol (The poor buddy who was abused…even here he looks uncomfortable with me being so close to his face )


It's really been rewarding, especially now at a time when I'm feeling a bit lost / neglected / unloved myself. I've only been working with them for a couple weeks and already they've gone from not wanting to have anything to do with me, to being super excited and running to greet me whenever they see my car pull up to the barn. It's gonna be a long slow process to fully gain their trust and get them rideable again… but I'm looking forward to the challenge / the distraction early mornings at the stable bring to my life.

In other news… I cut my hair…

Yeah I know… it's super short now… Not entirely sure how I feel about it yet… but at least it's "cooler" for the current climate (2 months here and I'm STILL not used to this florida humidity)

And I got some killer new shoes…. (Converse All-Star knee highs! Rawrrr!)



And somehow got roped into putting on a bikini and doing a spot of "car modeling" …. I've never been a fan of "cute bimbo posing next to boy racer style penis extensions" (aka import cars) but I must say I gained a whole new respect models who specialize in these sorts of tasks… (yeah… you try sprawling out on the hood of a car thats been running for an hour under a blazing sun in 95 degree weather…) I'm amazed that every photo didn't come back with an obvious look of pain plastered across my face because that shit was HOT (and not in a good way)


And found this in front of the neighbors house on my last photo-walk. I don't know… I guess it's gross and morbid and sad for the poor armadillo but for some reason I felt compelled to photograph it. I think it's a strong statement for how temporary life really is.


I see too many people around me refusing to live their lives to the fullest extent… afraid to love, afraid to take chances, afraid to be themselves and it makes me sad I know better than anyone how easy it is to fall into the rut of being cynical about EVERYTHING, I'm just as guilty as the next person…but honestly what's the point? I cant imagine waking up on my 60th birthday and thinking… wow… i denied myself a lot of awesomeness because I was too concerned about playing it safe… Sadly…I fear a fair few of my friends and loved ones are headed down that path.

(I've been watching too much Six Feet Under lately….)

I'll leave you with that thought darlings… Hope everyone has a fantastic weekend! (It's still Thursday here but it's Friday somewhere…)

xoxo
Odissi