Queen Leora

06/26/2025

Update: Their bodies have been found 😭😭

06/26/2025

06/26/2025

THEY THINK I’M JUST A “COWGIRL BARBIE”—BUT I RUN THIS WHOLE DAMN RANCH
I don’t usually get riled up about strangers, but today? I damn near snapped.
It started at the feed store. I was picking up mineral blocks and fencing wire, wearing my usual—mud-caked boots, faded jeans, and yeah, my long blonde braid tucked under a beat-up ball cap. The guy at the counter gave me this look like I was lost. Asked if I needed directions to the gift shop.
I said, “Nah, just here to buy the same stuff I’ve been buying every week for ten years.”
He laughed. Laughed.
Then he asked if my “husband” would be loading the truck.
I told him my husband left five years ago and the cows didn’t seem to care. I run 240 acres on my own. Fix broken water lines, birth calves at 2 a.m., haul hay like it’s nothing. But people still see the blonde hair and the woman part and just… assume.
Even my neighbors treat me like I’m playing rancher. Roy, the guy across the creek, keeps “checking in” on my fences like I didn’t graduate top of my ag science class. He’ll say things like, “Don’t overwork yourself, sweetheart.” Meanwhile, I patched his busted water line last winter in the middle of a snowstorm.
I try to let it roll off, but it builds up. You get tired of proving yourself twice just to be seen as half capable.
Then today, after all that, I got home and found a letter nailed to my barn door. No stamp. No return name. Just a folded-up note that said one thing:
“I know what you did with the west pasture.”⬇️

06/26/2025

Trump is furious!! 😳

06/26/2025

It'll make you think twice

06/25/2025

Ever since my stepmom Carol married my dad, she made little digs — called me dramatic, mocked my clothes, told Dad I needed "boundaries" whenever we were close. But I stayed quiet. For him.

This year was my senior prom. I saved for months to buy my dream dress — midnight blue, floor-length, off-the-shoulder. I wanted that "wow" moment walking downstairs.

But when I came down… Carol was in the SAME dress. She had clearly seen mine and copied it. She smirked at me when Dad wasn't looking.

The same smirk she gave me every time she "accidentally" threw away my mail.

And THEN she said, "Don't worry, sweetie. No one's going to be looking at you anyway."

I felt the tears sting — but I didn't cry. Not then.

Because karma had better plans.

At prom, Carol really wanted to make a scene. She showed up halfway through the night "just to take a photo with me."

But there was a catch.

06/25/2025

To BE VERY CAREFUL . If you get this, you are infected with …. Check the 1st comment

06/25/2025

At the age of 62, she met a man and they were happy—until she overheard his conversation with her sister.
Details in the first comment 👇.

06/25/2025

When I was house hunting with a realtor, I found this perfect place. Great neighborhood, amazing condition, and ridiculously low price. Like, TOO low. I kept searching for some sort of catch—mold, foundation issues, ghosts (okay, kidding... sort of). Everything checked out, but there was this MASSIVE lock on the basement door.

It didn't fit the vibe of the house at all. When I asked the realtor about it, she legit blushed and awkwardly said she didn't know why it was there. But THEN she dropped this weird line like, "If you buy the house, I'll send you the key later." Weird, right? Still, she kept pushing how it was "the deal of a lifetime," and honestly? It looked like a dream home. Against my better judgment, I went for it.

Fast forward to my first night there. Around midnight, I was jolted awake by this strange, muffled noise coming from the basement. My heart dropped. I grabbed the nearest "weapon" (a mop, lol) and headed downstairs.😳👇