Let's DO talk bout this- redneck style. Up here is BFE (if you do not understand that acronym, feel free to look it up). Every God-fearing 'Murican saves up every bit of explosive during the year. Emptying shells, TNT, Tannerite, and whatever else might be incendiary into a sealed container in order to place it in the largest resonance chamber they can (think garbage can or steel burn barrel) on Ye Olde 4th to BLOW SOME SHIT UP! This is all so patriotic until you (that's me) run a horse rescue packed with traumatized 1000 lb animals who do not get why their bucolic farm has turned into little Beirut. Not to mention someone with PTSD (yup, that's me) who jumps out of her flesh with explosions. Yup, happy 250th America.....How bout we all just do drone shows.
Excellent points and I'm so sorry that happens to you and your horse friends. Drone shows are better anyway. I wish I would've mentioned that ... anyway, good luck. Is there any way for you to mitigate the panic?
The horses get a little miracle drug we have on hand called Ace Promazine. Honestly, I think they tend to get over it faster than me, who thinks shit shouldn't blow up unless you are in an official war zone. So my treatment? Learning to let it gooooo (o;
Well said. I absolutely cannot stand the 4th, my anxiety goes through the roof. All I can imagine is some idiot lighting something off that lands on my roof and sets my house on fire. I have to put on my noise cancelling headphones and crank ANYTHING until it subsides. Awful.
Let's DO talk bout this- redneck style. Up here is BFE (if you do not understand that acronym, feel free to look it up). Every God-fearing 'Murican saves up every bit of explosive during the year. Emptying shells, TNT, Tannerite, and whatever else might be incendiary into a sealed container in order to place it in the largest resonance chamber they can (think garbage can or steel burn barrel) on Ye Olde 4th to BLOW SOME SHIT UP! This is all so patriotic until you (that's me) run a horse rescue packed with traumatized 1000 lb animals who do not get why their bucolic farm has turned into little Beirut. Not to mention someone with PTSD (yup, that's me) who jumps out of her flesh with explosions. Yup, happy 250th America.....How bout we all just do drone shows.
Excellent points and I'm so sorry that happens to you and your horse friends. Drone shows are better anyway. I wish I would've mentioned that ... anyway, good luck. Is there any way for you to mitigate the panic?
The horses get a little miracle drug we have on hand called Ace Promazine. Honestly, I think they tend to get over it faster than me, who thinks shit shouldn't blow up unless you are in an official war zone. So my treatment? Learning to let it gooooo (o;
Well said. I absolutely cannot stand the 4th, my anxiety goes through the roof. All I can imagine is some idiot lighting something off that lands on my roof and sets my house on fire. I have to put on my noise cancelling headphones and crank ANYTHING until it subsides. Awful.