Hey Love

It's that time again. This weeks song!  I'm posting a little early because we'll all be too busy Wednesday cooking up a storm, and too busy Thursday stuffing ourselves. 

This weeks song is Hey Love by Quadron.  I recently downloaded a bunch of new songs to listen to while doing my cardio workouts, and I am addicted to this song.  Like seriously I listen to it all the time, really loud!  This is how amazing it is, I don't like to run, but I ran on the treadmill (as much as my knees allowed), I don't like to dance, but this songs got me shakin' and jumpin' about like a teenager.  So if you workout, I recommend you download this little gem :)  The tune is just so catchy!  I'm singing it right now. Make sure to watch the music video here, or click the title below for the acoustic version.

"Hey Love"

Hey love, what's going on in here?
You're ruthless like a stone
Hey love, why you don't seem to care?
It's to you I belong
Trying my best not to make this an insult
But blaming you I despair
But hey love, what's going on in here?
You brutalize my soul

Promise the best is yet to come
Oh, please tell me the truth
When will the two of us be one?
Oh, please tell me the truth
So I can prove that I'm the one
I'll prove that I'm the one
I'll prove that I'm the one
I'll prove
Oh, please tell me the truth
So I can prove that I'm the one

Hey love, I've been a sad affair
And restless for your charm
Hey love, do you really think it's fair?
This search, it's been so long
Crying for reasons, and try to believe
That I'm too young to fall in love
But hey love, what's going on in here?
You brutalize my soul

Promise the best is yet to come
Oh, please tell me the truth
When will the two of us be one?
Oh, please tell me the truth
So I can prove that I'm the one
I'll prove that I'm the one
I'll prove that I'm the one
I'll prove
Oh, please tell me the truth
So I can prove that I'm the one

But if you really want my love
You got to show me
Only me waiting in the dark for you

Promise the best is yet to come
Oh, please tell me the truth
When will the two of us be one?
Oh, please tell me the truth
So I can prove that I'm the one
I'll prove that I'm the one
I'll prove that I'm the one
I'll prove
Oh, please tell me the truth
So I can prove that I'm the one 

 

 

Xo Loves,

 

Me

La Primera

So several of the blogs I follow have a 'something of the week', a quote, or a picture.  I think it's nice because even if you have nothing to write about at least you have that continued weekly post.  So I have decided to do a 'Song of the Week'.  Every week I'll post a favorite song of mine with the lyrics and a video if available.

This week I've decided to post Ian Tyson's La Primera.  It's a beautiful song really.  Hope you enjoy!

Music video here

It was a long hard voyage to the Americas in 1493
I was afraid that I would die of thirst
The little mare beside me died
and was put into the sea, but I survived
I swam to shore, I am La Primera

When Cortez sailed from Mexico
from that island in the sun
there were 16 of us sorrels, blacks and bays
one of them was my first born
he was called the Coyote Dun
he served well the conquered of Mexico

Chorus: I am a drinker of the wind
I am the one who never tires
I love my freedom more than all these things
the Conquistador
- Comanche and the Cowboy
I carried them to glory
I am La Primera- Spanish mustang
hear my story

The Comanches were holy terrors
when they climbed upon our backs
when the grass was green
they would raid for a thousand miles
but the Texans had revolvers
when they returned from the war
buffalo had gone away
the Comanche moon was waning

So it's come along boys and listen to my tale
We are following the longhorn cow
going up Mister Goodnite's trail you see
Those cowboys were kind to us
we listen to their sad songs
all the way to the far Saskatchewan

Chorus:
High in the Pyor Mountains
first light of dawn
A Coyote Dun walks beneath the morning Star
he became an outlaw...his blood was
watered some, but the flame still burns
into the new millennium



XO Loves,

Me

I Miss My Friend

As pet owners and animal lovers we all experience loss.  My first two pets were a bunny named Thumper and a cat named Junior.  The bunny was killed by a dog in front of me, the cat ran away to the neighbors.  I was somewhere around 5 at the time.  When my papa culled cows I always told them I was sorry, I thanked them for being good to us and told them I'd never forget them.  I would promptly go home and write about them in my little diary.  I sat high in the barn watching in fascination as my grandpa, papa, uncle and assorted family and friends butchered steers that we had raised.  When I was 8 or 9 our Akita ran off with my dads little cowdog pup Queenie.  He took her up the mountain and she never found her way home.  I remember sitting upstairs staring up the road, every day believing that would be the day she came home.  I cried intensely when my dad sold his Thoroughbred mare Sunset.  I loved her and thought with childish conviction that she was the greatest horse there ever was.  When in reality, she wasn't tough enough to be a mountain horse and more often than not threw her rider.

There's been so many losses over the years, mostly cats due to the big cats that frequent our area.  It's the last five losses, two in particular that hurt the most.  It's always harder to lose an animal before they're old.  My papa's amazing Heeler Butte got ran over last year.  The year before that my best friend Fanncie ate too much hide, got compacted and ran off to die.  The fall before that my cat Puss died of smoke inhalation.  My favorite big, red mare Dallie was killed earlier that spring and my little Chiweener Lil'Anne got ran over the summer before that.  You may find this all quite morbid indeed, but the best way to keep their memories alive is to talk about them.

Dallie and Fanncie were by far my closest loves.  For me animals have always been more than pets, their existence more meaningful than words can describe.  They helped me through many a slump.  My big mare dumped me several times, but I fell more and more in love with her every time I rode her.  Hell, I even hauled her all the way to Colorado with me for a summer.  Fanncie and I had an unrivaled bond, her being my first dog.  I got her at the Red Bluff Bull and Gelding Sale my junior year of highschool.  I took her out to the pickup where she curled up on my shoulders in my hair and slept.  As a puppy she once pooped in the back of my Chemistry class.  As an adult she kept many a man at bay, chasing a few completely out of my house.  She wasn't exactly friendly at first site.  At 30 lbs she wasn't big, but she was aggressive, fierce and always protective of me.  Carrying or not, I always felt safe with her around.  I once took her into a Rest Area bathroom with me because it was the middle of the night and I wasn't about to be pounced on.  She tangled with a coyote, had many a row with other dogs, had her face shut in a pick-up door and took many a hit by bulls and cows alike.  Scars, broken teeth and tattered ears she was an adorable little dingo looking dog.  She was wicked tough and snake mean, I couldn't have loved her more.  My heart broke as much for the loss of her as it did losing my ex-fiance. 

Fanncie and Butte lie together in death much the same as they ran together in life.  A team to be reckoned with.  Dallie's buried out in the feedlot alongside our other fallen equines.  Puss and Lil'Anne were buried together under a maple in the backyard.  They're not alone even though they're gone.

Animals simply don't live as long as we do.  Death is a part of life, an important lesson many of us learned in the Lion King.  Each and every animal I've had has left its mark on my heart.  Some hurt more to think about than others.  We learn and grow, taking a little something from every experience.  As long as puppies and foals are being born I'll continue to let them into my heart.  Tears will be shed every bit as much as love and joy will be felt.

XO Loves,

Me

Music, Horses and the Good Lord

There are a lot of aspects to life that I cherish dearly.  Coming from a large, and always boisterous family it's only natural that family would be one of them.  I used to be incredibly hard to excite in any fashion, much like my father, but somewhere along the way I became excitement infatuated.  If that makes any sense.  Now rather than just saying the proper words when given gifts I fully and freely exclaim all my emotion. I'm very excitable and it doesn't take much to amuse me.  Much like a raccoon, I truly do love shiny objects.  I have too many necklaces to count, and an overflowing large tote of beads just waiting to be made into yet even More necklaces.  I'm kind of headed off course here though.  My point however, is that some things about me have changed, but some have not.

I don't know exactly when I started riding horses.  I have vague memories from a child such as not having legs long enough to properly kick my poppa's big Thoroughbred into action, or being set down in freshly tilled garden dirt in white socks because my sister's mare was fixin' to throw us both.  Both my sister and I were given our first horses when we were 10.  That's when our poppa thought we were old enough to properly care for them.  It also might have had something to do with the fact that our first horses were unbroke Mustangs.  Since then my sissy who is 10 years older than I, has only had 4 horses, counting her first and 1 that she sold as a long yearling.  I on the other hand have had 10, and no I'm not a horse trader.  However, it's only due to the strong voice of reason from my parents that I haven't had twice that many.  My little girl horse crazy phase has never ended.

I have become a little more realistic with my horse "dreams" over the years though.  I no longer sketch random pictures of horses and name them after pretty horses in the AQHA and APHA magazines.  They do however, consume a great portion of my life.  I had knee surgery on both knees this summer and am not released to ride until next month, at my insistence.  I did get to ride once in between surgeries and it was heaven.  However, with that being the exception it's been 5 months since I've been on a horse, and it's Killing me!  I have never in all my years ever gone this long without being astride a half-ton, 4 legged beast.  It's almost a cruel punishment, granted before surgery I could barely stand to be in the saddle for an hour.  So there's that, and the knowledge that I'll be completely healed before I know it.

Music.  When I was young I was always sneaking music that my parents didn't think I needed to listen to.  The station was KTMT and I don't know exactly what it was.  Pop, hip/hop, I don't know, but when I was a kid it was N'SYNC and The Backstreet Boys and 98 Degrees.  Boy bands ya know, they were just so dreamy!  My sister was always quizzing me on the country singers though, so I had to keep up with the country station too.  Through highschool my tastes didn't change much, I loved Chris LeDoux, liked Gary Allen, Garth Brooks, Tim McGraw, Brooks & Dunn, Dolly Parton, Reba McEntire etc...  My dad and I love Cusco music, or I supposed technically it's higher octave, but it's basically flutes.  My momma thinks we're pretty strange, but it's incredibly calming and it always makes me think of the fluid movements of a horse. 

Now days I rarely listen to mainstream music.  I do enjoy Classic Country still, but the music they call country today is well I'll be polite because I know that's my opinion.  I can't and will not however, concede that Jason Aldean, Keith Urban or Brantley Gilbert type characters are Cowboy or Country Artists.  They are for the most part redneck, and as such should have their own separate genre.  I want people to sing good old fashioned, honest songs like from the 'Golden Age' 60's-80's.  Those songs told stories, and were from real experiences.  It wasn't ridiculous BS about drinkin on the tailgate of "your truck" (it's a bloody pickup btw, real trucks don't have tailgates), 'mobbin' through mud or shakin it for anyone!  The people who listen to current country are not the same people who listened to it even a decade ago, and there's a reason for that.  It's simply not the same.  Give me some Lefty Frizzell, John Conlee, Marty Robbins or Johnny Horton any day!  My favorite artists right now are not people you hear on mainstream radio.  Artists like Ian Tyson, Brenn Hill, Royal Wade Kimes, Adrian Brannan and Catlin Martin.  I didn't used to like real 'old timey' music, but now it's my favorite!

And lastly but certainly not last, God.  I used to go through what I called religious spurts.  I went to Sunday school as a child, and loved Vacation Bible School.  I didn't quite understand what accepting the Lord into your heart meant though, so I did it every year, just to cover my bases.  Like many, I had several bad church experiences.  Met too many hipocrits who didn't follow the way of the Lord but since they went to church every Sunday by George they were better than me!  I've always had a strong belief.  In fact when I was 10 my brother was in a horrible car accident, one that didn't look promising for his future.  In his coma he drew pictures and wrote messages to us. (Never believe anyone who says coma patients can't hear you.)  In one such picture he drew a wrecked pickup at the base of a tree, the touching part were the angels he drew above it.  If that doesn't make you a believer I don't know what will.  At 14 I was blessed to visit St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York City.  Since then I've always wanted to be Catholic, even though my family is primarily Protestant.  Finally this year I was baptized on Easter, and I'll be confirmed by the Bishop next spring.  I can't begin to tell you the peace my soul now feels.  I love mass, I love being Catholic.  I regularly pray a rosary, I pray to Saints, and I occasionally go to church just to be with our Lord. 

Many experiences we have throughout life shape and change who we are.  But there are three things in life that will never change; my love of a good horse, the honesty of a well written song, and my unwavering belief in the Almighty.

Xo Loves,

Me