Music and Pony time..

  • Music and Pony time..

    Hudson reloaded my ipod and so I headed outside with a new playlist and it hit me as I stood in the middle of the yard jumping, singing and dancing why oh why has it taken me so long to tune back in..

    I love music.. Singing and dancing are as important to me as food and nourishment.. Specially when I am in the car I am the obnoxious person with the loud music..

    Even as a child I knew all the words to all songs, I loved moving, making actions and choreographing routines to dance to songs.. When there were no horses in my life there was music and when I needed to get places and solely relied on my legs to get me around, it was music that kept me going..

    I used to have a yellow water proof SONY cassette player, with not allot of cassettes I would take stuff off the radio yet my most prized tapes were sinead o’conner and Manhattan Transfer..

    I often walked along allot of trails where I was not seen and would often have to stop in the middle of no where to have impromptu dance scenes as I imagined the world watching.. Yeah I was a rock star..

    Thinking of all of this reminds me now why Carlos has the imagination he does..

    Always awkward of myself music offered it’s lyrical hand to come and escape, to dream and move which unknowingly was keeping me in shape as were the many miles I clocked walking through Burnaby Mountain, to Lougheed Mall and eventually along the Galardi Hwy to get to and from B.H.A. (Burnaby Horseman’s Ass.)

    I am inspired by current music, I am open to all genres yet I always prefer Rap or anything that inspires controversy because of the lyric’s..  I love freedom of speech and that it is an artist’s right to interpret their stories through their own words and colours and I am glad that I have been able to share this with the kids because it has provided many a opportunity to talk..

    For a long time the only time I listened to music was in the car, when the kids were young it was hard to get lost in the music so to speak and yes I had the stereo on yet sometimes the additional sound energy in the house was too overwhelming to me..

    Once we moved up north Hudson received an ipod as a gift and I fell in love, the kids older, I could afford to plug in to the music and out of the world.. I often would borrow this little device of freedom from her. The marrying of poo picking and listening to music became the perfect pairing and was my way of meditation..

    The greatest gift is being free to lose your inhabitation’s with out the use of drugs and alcohol to achieve this feeling.. To openly dance in nature, in a large field.. The though although a very prized reality for me brings me to tears..

    I used to listen to music allot in the winter when the horses did not have the barn..  I realized the energy I would give off was appealing to the Spirit, that or I was a major source of entertainment as I sang and bounced about..

    Once the barn came Hudson and I were often cleaning at the same time so we would be open so we could talk as we cleaned which is equally as nice.. A good bonding time yet there is something about taking care of yourself so you can be better for the others around you..

    Listening to music around horses with head phones on is a lesson in trust for me as I cannot hear what is going on and if I turn my back I have to know that the horses will respect my space..

    With Tadpole coming into the herd there has been some awkward adjustment and allot of ruffled feathers and I have been trying to watch myself around Tadpole as I think he is insecure and reminds me of Flash in some ways..

    So with out hesitation in went the music and immediately I stopped and danced, for the goats, for the chicken’s, for confused Murray and then I turn to see Shurman most curious as to my flailing..

    I cleaned, I danced and then I groomed Spirit..

    He knows when I listen to music, possibly because he hears me.. Hudson said to me over lunch once I came inside it was hard NOT to notice me as she had to close the kitchen window because she could not think over me.. lol

    I think Spirit see’s my colour change and my energy shift.. I share the music putting an ear bud to his nostril then go back to my choreographed grooming..

    I know for sure there is magic in the music for us all.. Once I was done and came back inside I looked out to the paddocks and all 4 horses were laying down.. A sign to me a job well done.

The many sides to me

I was 18 years old when I went in for my first tattoo.. Not a big surprise, when I was 10 years I remember watching Ripley’s believe it or not about heavily tattooed people..

I knew then that was for me..

That was my first inkling I was not like other people.. Long before the internet or social websites you were either cool or you were not.. I was the latter of the two, I never found a place where I felt I fit..

It was not until horses that I had a sense of being ok with whom I was.. The horse never judged me, didn’t care what I looked like or what I liked to talk about, they just wanted to know the person inside..

I always knew I needed to be around horses, my life took me this way and that way and then I took my life back… My desire of tattooing increased as I aged and did my desire to return to the horses..

I met the man of my dreams.. Allot of similar interests were shared between the two of us.. Mostly that of the horses.  We said from the beginning our dream would be to have horses on property and to think we achieved this..

His passion is VW’s and American Muscle cars and what better way for a girl to participate is through fashion and style of the retro Pin Up girl.. A few years ago I was trying to style my wardrobe with a Pin Up influence, hair flowers and lot’s of cleavage.

I did not know at the time how much I would fall in love with they style and culture and even though we live on a farm and are far away from any city centers where we can participate in car culture I knew I wanted to go full on “Doll”..

I am afforded a wonderful life by my husband, I stay at home, have freedom to care for the animals, have time to go on my spiritual journey with the horses and the ability to dress in as style I would like.. It is not a coincidence to me that my love of my tattoo’s goes hand in hand with the NEW Pin up look and it is also not a surprise that I feel I am more than one person at times..

Being at home on the farm I am either in my pyjamas or running about outside in gumboots and barn cloths YET when we go to town is my time to Doll up as I say..

I cannot be anymore polar opposite to these two images..

The one thing that I know for sure in this life is that I am my own being, I have never felt until this point in my life that there was a place for me.. As I went through the years I tried on many hats and none ever seemed to feel that good..

Technology has given us the ability to self promote and put out there and connect with others that have similar interests or outlooks on life..

I have finally learned no matter what I show up like, as long as I am true to myself, intentions and beliefs I am good.  It’s that internal confidence, the glow that radiates from within.. This is what we should deem attractive or popular in and for people.

I always have taken the long road to figuring things out, very much guided by my intuition or gut feeling.. My perception of life has always been different than others yet has reaped me the rewards of life because I see it with different eyes..

No matter how I show up, at the heart I am always the same person..

It only seemed fitting to make the persona of my Pin up character after my knuckle Tattoo and Bettie Page.. I started the NEW “Boss Mare Betty” FB page to accommodate that side of my personality.  Just as I did with “The Spirit Horse” FB page.

No matter what the page they are all facets of me.. Sometimes it feels easier to identify myself as different characters as they can be so different from each other..

Really how many heavily tattooed Pin Up Dolls do you see with farms and horses ❤

Since writing this Blog for “My Riding Journey FB Group” I have since opened this account and decided it was a good addition to this new site and groups of writings.

Tadpole

Big things come in small packages..

 

(Early Spring, Buckwheat on Left, Tadpole on Right)

When Tadpole was backed off the trailer Hudson and I looked at each other and shared a common though.. Is this the “mini” we just bought..?

There was a familiarity about him as Hudson led him to the paddock and I loved what would soon reveal itself about him to me..

We never judge a horse by it’s initial entrance into the herd and we reserved our thoughts of Tadpole until he was with us for a good week so we knew he had a chance to settle a bit in his new surroundings and be more of himself around the horses..

Tadpole is 3 years old and he had never had a NEW home and I believe he left his mother when he came here.. He was in a herd with other young studs and was probably in a field with not much daily handling by humans..

Coming here would have been a big change for him as he was put into a paddock, a smaller confined space than he would have been used to.. Although we try to offer constant access to hay for the horses, he would have to rely on us to bring his hay to him rather than feeding only off a round bale when ever he chose..

We also are in contact with our horses physically and in presence multiple times a day.. In the spring and summer we want to provide turn out to the field by walking the horses out of their paddocks yet sometimes weather can play apart in this and so Tadpole also had to learn we don’t always get to go out and play..

At first Tadpole seemed to be a bit of a grump.. He was possessive of his space.. Wanted to show up as the big man, ears back and snaky head.. I found his behaviour reminded me of Hudson’s old pony Flash..

As time went on and the weather went to the birds we ended up having to play musical ponies and paddocks.. The paddock that Tadpole was in was so heavily saturated by the rain that we had to block it off and he was on stall arrest.. During this time I started to see a change in him as we would take Tadpole from that stall during the day and either put him in the goat pen or turn out in the field..

I soon noticed another energy familiar to us presented and that was of Khayla our arab mare we had.. There is allot of back story with Khayla yet a quick composition of her time with us is that simply I did not have confidence in my self or my abilities around a young fresh horse and because I was insecure I put that on her too. I could not make the connection as to why I had the problems and feelings I did with her and in the end we sold her because I let fear take over and make my decisions about her..

I soon made a connection with Tadpole.. When he went out with the horses he got puffed up and I would see Spirit constantly working him as he was cheeky and full of himself yet when he was taken away from the herd and put in his stall he was jumpy and timid and made me feel like he was in fact insecure..

Before I made this connection to Tadpole I was thinking what had I gotten myself into with him.. I thought I was doing right by the herd and specially for Buckwheat so that there would be a companion once Hudson and I started road riding again..

Yet once I made the connection I felt the universe was giving me a second opportunity and this time not to doubt myself..  I have come a long road since my time with Khayla.. Spirit has taught me allot and I have faced and over come allot of fear since she was with us..

The Dentist being my #1..

So now when I go outside and I see Tadpole I don’t look at him the same way any more.. He is like me, there is a familiarity in him like he is three horses in one.. As himself and he brings back to us Flash and Khayla just like I am more than one character in my life..

Funny thing now too is the level of worry on both sides seems to have subsided..

 

Since the time the first part of this blog was written much has changed around the farm with Tadpole. We have all settled around him as he has settled with us.  Long are his days of trying to show us whom is the boss and he understands now what is expected of him.
He now has his own paddock and lives beside Buckwheat, winter is soon approaching so a shelter will be built before snow returns.  The boys have been keenly interested in the ponies again now that there are two and no one has to share.

Tadpole really does have a soft eye and a big heart.

Stuie’s Diner

Stuie’s Diner

Experience the 50’s in a Classic Diner..

10516-8th Street, Dawson Creek. B.C. Canada

 

Being on the farm, travelling to our surrounding towns usually only happens when we have a destination planned.  There is not allot of random cruising as our time and energy is put into the care of the animals, so to get off the farm is considered a treat.

We were heading to a Rockabilly Rumble in Hythe AB, which has us drive through Dawson Creek that sparked a reminder of sorts to “Check out the Diner” one day.

We do not get to Dawson Creek often yet drive through it a fair amount when heading to Edmonton.  The chrome of Stuie’s is like a beacon to my heart and the glimmer in my eye to track it as we drive along 8th Street as we pass through.

I have always said, “We should stop there..!” Who knew today would end up being that day for me.

After leaving the Rumble sooner than expected I wanted to make a mark on this day.  My hubby and I were out on a Date Day in celebration of our 9 year wedding anniversary and with his work we don’t always get the time alone we want.

As we were heading home it came to me that we should finally stop at the Diner, we were both dressed in our finest 50’s wear and what a great chance to turn this day around..!

As we pulled into the parking lot that has ample space the shine on the Diner was incredible, as I went up the front steps my sight was momentarily taken from me as I entered the Diner and it was almost dream like when my sight came back to me.

Almost as if it were planned my dress of Mint green and black matched the interior of the Diner’s colour palate. My breath was taken and I wanted to squeal in delight out loud which I actually probably did as I could not contain my excitement that I finally had the chance to be in this little gem.

Once sitting down in our booth I took to really appreciating the details of the diner, the art and sign-age was appropriate and tastefully done.  Everything looked from the times and I was even offered a glass bottle of pop which thrilled me too.

 The diner was very clean which was very impressive to me and you could really feel the attention to detail.  There was a Juke Box in the back corner and behind the booth we sat in was the table top mechanism you could order your tunes through.

 Ordering our food was quick and as we sat close to the kitchen area we were able to follow the production of our food being made, served up and then brought to us.

After our lunch we ordered dessert and there were a fair amount of pies to choose from.  Louis picked the Apple a’la mode and myself the Bumble Berry.

Oh this was truly the highlight of the day..! I am not a huge pie person yet I ate this dessert in record time. Even Louis noted the speed in which I devoured the sweet and tart berry pie that took me back to my Grandmother’s kitchen.

I am not even sure what a bumble berry is, I do know Stuie’s did it justice.

 Our time at the diner was pleasant, the atmosphere and staff were nice and with our love of retro 50’s we proclaimed we would be coming back and making a regular day

of it.

Pandora’s Box

It’s my hubby Louis Birthday today and I wanted to blog a little for him today. He is currently going through a one of a kind build of his VW Micro bus into a Rod. The bus is currently in Edmonton.  I wanted to write about my perspective and appreciation for what my husband has done in order to get where he is and is going in his build.

My husband is one of those guys that if you can dream it he will make it happen. If you cannot dream it for yourself, he will help make it happen for you too.  He is a guy that gets things done and I look forward to the future when his dream is finally realized.

I would soon understand the volume of this passion when we were dating and I was first introduced to his yard.  It would take me a few years to appreciate what I was looking at exactly.  Before me as far as my eye could see was his collection of VW bits and bobs. From stripped body shells stacked upon one another, to rows of engine blocks, window and windshield glass, you name it he had it.  As the condition and deterioration of the metal and some sat in shades of orange, I could not see through the rust what he obviously was.

Once meeting Louis friends, I learned he was not alone and there were others that prized his collection as much as he. I also put two and two together that Louis collection was unlike any others as he was admired for the rare pieces and the volume of items he had. When I would talk to my friends I would suggest that we could not appreciate the enormity of his collection and passion as we did not participate in it. I would try to compare it somehow to my love of horses and I could never really get there.

I think we all have hobbies, interests and passions yet there is something to be said for the car guy. Love and appreciation is what I learned Louis possessed, that he could look at a stripped vehicle in the bush and see it for what it was.  More importantly what it could be.

I know my husband had a vision for every vehicle he ever owned yet one stood apart from the rest.  His 1966 VW Micro Bus Deluxe purchased complete and running.  With in 3 days of originally purchasing her, he had taken her apart with his dream guiding the way.

A few years ago we relocated across the Province for work, this meant Louis had to let go of all his VW collection.  By letting go of it all to get here refocused Louis and I have seen a new drive and determination to attain this goal.

The bus is currently in Edmonton at LG Kustoms and her name is Pandora’s Box.  To include me in the process Louis let me name her. It seemed a most fitting name as I know when she is finished she will be unlike any other. When you open her up you cannot imagine what you will find.

Allot of time and attention to detail is being taken during this build to bring her to her own level.  Over the years of planning and research we have not seen another build exactly like Pandora.

I am not sure I can do Pandora justice in my description of her as it is all simply over my head. I can tell you my appreciation and fascination by the intricacy and attention to details one may take for granted.

It has been a journey to get here and I look forward to her completion.  Recently Louis made a selfless decision that would make my dreams come true.  He was building an auto shop and ½ way through the build turned it into a horse barn for my horses.

I know I have given him a hard time over the years about Pandora, the other woman.

It is exciting to see his dreams being achieved. I have learned allot about things I never thought I would and the most important are of the character and passion one person can be made of.

I look forward to the day she is finally complete, it will take my breath away I am sure to see the smile on his face as all the small milestones up to this point already have.

Pandora is being built to show quality as in a Riddler Award contender. Pandora will spend her first years primarily as a trailer Queen being hauled to as many shows as we can log in road miles..
She is worth checking out..

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Pandoras-Box-66-Bus-Build/381065081918582?ref=hl

The BOSS MARE, Betty

The Boss Mare, Betty..

The Boss Mare is the lead female horse within a herd.. She is who all the other horses look up to yet she has her responsibilities to the herd as well..

We have always had horses and years ago it came to me that I was the Boss Mare of our 2 legged herd.. As the Mum it is my job to ensure the youngest are safe, we have food and shelter when needed.. I require respect in a firm yet loving way to ensure we work together..

An animal can teach you much about life when you are quiet enough to listen and learn.. Admiration for horses and their way has helped me be the Mum I am today..

This independent character was the natural progression for me to embrace as she has taught me so much.. It was really only a matter of time before she required her own stage or mark on the social media platforms in the world of internet..

Boss Mare Betty is one of the many facets of myself. My daily life is about being on a farm, tending to small animals and the care of our horses.. The children are in an environment that allows them the natural freedom of simply being kids and because my husband and I have made choices for us to live our dream we are very happy and committed to each other even after 10 years of marriage..

We do not live that close to the nearest town.. Our favourite city is a 7 hour drive. We are really out in the tullies as they say.. If you were to stop by on any given day I would greet you in johdpurs and paddock boots.. That is unless it is our 6 month winter I am bundled up in snow pants and snow gear braving the -40.

So this you see is why going to town is a big deal, I average a trip about once a week to stock up on food and supplies and this is when Betty emerges..

My husband and I have a shared passion of tattooing, car culture and of course Pin Up.. Town days are my opportunity to step out into the world as cute as can be.

I decided it was time to showcase my interest, photo’s, reviews and journalling as it is lonesome being the only Doll in town.. ❤ YET since getting active on-line I have learned from Betty that the sky is the limit and I can make things happen.

I chose the name Betty an accumulation of woman that have stood out over time, from Betty Boop to Bettie Page and all the skater Betty’s..

For me these two names married well <3.

Although the worlds of farm life and Pin Up style are very opposite to each other, they have also complimented each other and helped me stand apart.. Living on the farm keeps me grounded and allows me to get dirty, where as Betty allows me to dress up, create and do the things that gurl’s dream of..

I love when these two worlds come together.. It is the most honest of places I come from when I am with the horses and to play and dress up including them, being inspired by them is such a reward.. ❤

Pin Up Persuasion ~ Contest Entry

Pin Up Persuasion was having a Contest and so I decided at the time to enter about what I know and swear by.. Here is the contest entry..

I decided to jump head first out of my comfort zone to participate in your contest, unsure of my body size and style for many years I came across Pin Up and discovered how it made the bits about me I am insecure about shine.

When I was younger my Grandmother would tell me the success of an outfit was dependent on what was underneath. Since then I have always been strict on myself by making sure I did my part in trying to slim and smooth the lumpy bumpy parts of me I could.

My insecurity of myself kept me in the shadows, I was awkward in dressing my body and I tried desperately to hide myself. Until now, wearing Pin Up has put me front and center as I stand out in a crowd. Shape wear has become an even greater asset to me, it is the one item that I could absolutely not have in my wardrobe to pull off this sexy style. I am different than the rest in my community and because of this and to be comfortable styled like this, I need to know I have made the pallet of my body primed and ready to wear my dresses as well as I can.

I am a plus sized girl and have an ample chest. I have always found it a challenge to get them to sit high and pretty. I also live in a small town which presents the challenge of retail help and because I am weary of internet shopping due to my size (wanting to try it on first) and location I have had limited options unless I get to a larger city center.

The day that I found my main piece of shape wear that I am going to share with you, was like the heavens opened and I heard angels singing. To some this may sound dramatic yet it is nothing short of the truth, this one item really changed my head space about my body and gave me the confidence to walk with my shoulders back and my girls held high.

I have two parts of my body I want to camouflage. One, when wearing a bra I want to reduce any bulge that develops under my breast line as I already have allot up top. The second is that after three children I have a flap of skin that is evident at my pelvis from a c-section scar that I want to reduce.

The Spanx open front Tank Top has done both for me.

It is a long flesh colour tank top with an open front, you wear your bra and there is a cut out that gives your bra extra lift and the side straps give a little push as well. The tank is long enough to go to my hips and cover my second problem area.

The slinky fabric is great as my dresses fall or slip off the fabric so I do not experience bunching. This product does not have allot of compression so it does not cause bunching or bulging out of other areas. The back of the tank has full coverage and also minimizes back bulging. This product is great to wear for casual wear as well, I find if I wear it with jeans it helps the waist band lay flatter and you do not get too hot with this additional layer.

I would say there is only one flaw in this product and that is the straps. Unfortunately my larger chest weighs allot putting pressure on the cut out below my bra line, this causes the straps to dig in a little and because I cannot adjust them I make do because of what it does do. I also use tape to tape the straps to my bra straps as they want to go further off my shoulder due to the extra pressure the tank is under.

I have yet to see a product that could do similar and cover my 2 problem areas until I saw your contest and looked into your shape wear Sponsor Orchard Corset and found a product I am excited to purchase, similar in design it has adjustable straps and greater compression. I had considered a corset yet not sure how I would get it on. I also found other pieces I would like to purchase as I have a wiggle dress I have yet to wear in public as I am conscious of my lumps and lines.

My photo is credit to my 13 year old daughter Hudson whom was photographer and made the collage.

Never in a million years would I imagine submitting a picture of me in shape wear yet I appreciate your contest and feel there will be others that have great pieces to share about.