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The Next Chapter I have recently had some big changes in my life, I have moved across my Province of British Columbia from the Northern Peace Region back to Vancouver … Continue reading The Next Chapter
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Today is a milestone of sorts, 100 posts to my blog.. Wow..! I have had a very interesting journey over the past few months, I feel I have never been … Continue reading 100th Post..! xx
The boy that does not know,
Maybe it was the drink they gave me that I though was non alcoholic when I was pregnant. Maybe it was the Diabetes I live with? The seizure he had when he was 18 months old and his temp spiked above 104 degrees.
In the end it really does not matter because he is who he is and we love him all the same.
A late talker he would find two words that would sum it all up, BIG TRUCK. No matter what he wanted “big truck” would be spoken in many different influxes, cadences and tones to get his point across.
As he grew it was still always about the big truck and repetition.
It was not until he reached Kindergarten that it was pointed out to me there was an unknowing about him that the others did not have.
I guess I saw it before yet it took the verbal words to put it all into place in my mind.
These nuances were like breath to me, so familiar it was hard to see it as anything but normal as far as normal goes around here. I am not conventional and nor is my mothering style. I was not a maternal mummy so to speak and learned and came into motherhood on the fly.
It was a blessing for him to pick this family as I knew no better and he was not treated any differently.
I noticed there was a lack of facial recognition, simply unaware of a facial position other than happy or mad. Then we noticed him missing social cues, the small mannerisms of a conversation when one party watches the other to know when to start or stop a conversation. This was absent.
Instead it is non stop reams of information and questions that would only stop from being told to do so.
As he is getting older and I am now his educational facilitator I see the ability to brain storm, to make poetry or to imagine is a near impossible task where as building lego creations and the speed of his puzzle building abilities to be amazing.
He still loves big trucks and has a smile on him that melts hearts. His is a happy boy that is conscious of his politeness and always is. Always wants to do a job or lend a hand and simply needs the security of knowing what is expected of him.
You would never know unless you talked to him he was any different and even then you would probably feel his passion and enthusiasm for his interests.
I find myself wondering what his perspective is like. I wonder if he feels like he is missing out on anything. I saw a movie about a man living with Asbergers and he said several times that he did not understand or get jokes and this touched me as I know this well.
I wonder when a joke is told and everyone laughs because they get it and he is laughing a louder forced laugh trying to come up with statements that might apply to the punch line if he is confused.
I live in the here and now and don’t tread too far into the future to often and yet I will at times wonder what life will be like for him as he grows older.
It’s day by day, loving, living, learning, explaining….
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.. ❤