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I'm Brandi (surprised huh?), I'm a former country girl now trapped in a soulless, life sucking city in the middle of nowhere.  I'm single, never been married and without children but who know's what the future holds.  I used to be an outdoors nut but I developed a really nasty case of degenerative disc disease in my mid 20's which has progressed to the point now that I'm unable to even walk without high doses of pain medication.  On the meds I can get around fairly well for short periods of time ( around 2 hours).  I used to be very into collecting teddy bears, the color pink, hiking, cooking, music, boating, fishing, shooting, hunting and archery, especially bow hunting and bow fishing.  I still cook every day but nothing like I used to since it's too painful to stand long enough and the medication takes away my sense of taste.  I can no longer afford to buy teddy bears for my collection but I still love the bears I have . On the rare occasion I do go out for a doctor appointment, grocery shopping or the even rarer purpose of entertainment, like going to the range, I spend the next several days in excruciating pain.  We went to a car show a couple weeks ago, I knew it was going to gimp me up but I hadn't had an "entertainment day" in months and my sis really wanted to go (we are both car nuts).  We went and it kicked my butt.  For five days afterwards I was unable to walk and in unbearable pain.  The next three days after that I was able to walk around the house but still hurt like hell.  It took till the ninth day before the pain decreased enough that it wasn't consuming.  

Prior to getting to the point where I couldn't work anymore I worked a few different jobs.  I've worked as a firefighter/EMT, a police officer, a bounty hunter and various less exciting work as a QC inspector for large, and small, manufacturing companies.  It was just too hard to make a living as a public servants which was what prompted my move to the private sector.  Wasn't nearly as exciting, fulfilling or rewarding but paid significantly more.  I've worked my butt off throughout my life, often working multiple jobs at the same time.  I was one of those people who worked every extra hour and day of overtime available, including holidays because I was raised to believe if you wanted something nice you work your butt off for it.  That's probably why I'm so bitter at the government for trying to screw me over on the disability issue.  But that's a whole can of worms best not opened here.

Now living in the city I don't have access to places where I could get in and out easily enough to hunt which really stinks.  I would LOVE to go hog hunting but yeah, nowhere easy enough to go and since I no longer have an income, there's no going on paid hunts.  I'm currently in a legal battle with the government to get disability but until they make a decision I have no income.  I spent my entire retirement on just surviving and paying the associated medical bills and now live with my sis who's an RN.  I've had two major surgeries and multiple minor procedures to help control the pain.  They all helped for awhile but my issues continued to worsen.  I have another major surgery in the future as soon as I can afford it, which will hopefully provide some relief but it's not a guarantee of anything.

That's enough of the negative stuff.  While I can't out very often and when I do, I pay a big pain price, I still love to go to the range when possible.  Shooting at the indoor range isn't nearly as fun as shooting outdoors but it's better than nothing.  I've accrued a decent collection of guns  (about 11 handguns and 12 long guns) over the years and I love shooting whenever I can.  I love shooting all guns but my favorite revolver to shoot is my S&W 629 V-Comp .44MAG PC and my favorite rifle to shoot is my Alexander Arms .50Beowulf.  I love the big boomers lol.  

Anywho, I'm hoping that someday there will be something to fix my medical issues but until then I'm just doing what I can.  While the odds of my medical issues getting better aren't that great currently I still have faith it's possible.  I can wish myself to death but it's not going to do a bit of good so I try to make everything else fun.  Doesn't always work and it does get hard to handle but there are plenty of folks out there worse off than me so whenever I start feeling too sorry for myself I think of that.  

So, while things have been pretty rough for the last 20+ years I still have my dreams.  A nice log home in the mountains with a river running through my land, a few horses, a pool, plenty of fish and game to feed the family, wildlife walking through the yard each morning, white Christmases and big wood burning fireplace to enjoy that white Christmas in front of.  Since this is a dream I'll add a "vacation" home in Key West or other such tropical paradise.  A traditional beach home with a view of the ocean.  Fishing and diving for fish and lobster for that nights dinner.  Watching the sunset and sunrise sitting on a quiet sandy beach sipping a cocktails out of a pineapple.  Hey, it could happen.  

Probably far more info than the OP wanted but I'm gimped up in bed and really bored so you got the long version.  Well not the long version but the longer version.  If you're sitting around reading this, you're probably bored too and if you weren't when you started reading, you are now lol.