exciting news

Good evening lovely readers!
Today is a special day and I have exciting news to share with you!!
I have officially signed up for my class at the university, and it starts at the end of January. I’ll be taking Beginners Indigenous language. Ever since I was a child I’ve wanted to study an Indigenous language and now it’s another thing off my bucket list; something I didn’t think I’d ever get to do.

leather boots under a table

The process of becoming a student at the university was a shitpit of cock ups, and I will probably not do it again any time soon. I was incredibly frustrated with how poorly it was run and how little information I was provided with. At one point I threw in the towel and said fuck it. I won’t study anything while I’m here because it was such an upwards battle just to become a student. Jack had to pick me up from the floor, as he so often does with a broken wife, but finally it seems everything has worked out.

pen and paper

Today I registered for the class. I hope the young child in me appreciates the endless dreams I bring to fruition for her. It’s led me on a lost path somewhere to the west of everyone else, but her little dreams are coming true. I might not be able to make her a truly happy soul but I can give her a life that she can tell stories about and smile, even if it is for but a fleeting moment. I’ll give her whatever I have and none of it could be done without Jack backing me.

sun flares
shoes deep in snow
sun through the tree tops
gnarled tree

There’s nothing in this world I can’t do, at least i feel that way sometimes, and I can be proud that I picked others up along the way. And I am. Never in my life have I stood on a broken back or laughed at the face of paucity. The only person I have ever hindered has been myself, but I’m working on that. When I was little my mother would braid my hair and send me out into a world where everyone but me spoke English. I was terrified. However when I stepped out of our house looking like Pippi Longstocking, feeling like there was nothing I couldn’t do…nothing could break me. Now I speak better English than the men round the Queens table.
I hold on to this memory with everything I have. I’m still that little kid with long red pigtails, big front teeth and i was strong enough to carry a horse. I glide through life making people laugh, struggling and dreaming and remembering and hating the nostalgia. And going on poetic rants on blog posts…apparently.

young girl who looks like pippi longstocking

It’ll be strange to be a student once more. Not that I suppose I ever stopped being a student – we’re all children of the world after all and we should never stop learning. 95% learning can’t be done in a class room which is why instead of following everyone else to university… I went to the coast and sailed with my best friend. Then I flew to America. And you know the basics.

night sky looming in
Sundown and star

This evening my heart can rest. Today I did something for me that I have wanted and wished for. Something to help me onwards on the path I’ve taken.

Well, it’s īsibī-ta-nī-ni, time for lying down.
And I wish you a good night and happy dreaming.

my new camera and a ride around town

Hello!
I hope you’re all doing well and enjoying the month of Christmas so far. I’ve already bought myself a Christmas present in the form of a new camera and i also haven’t completely devoured my advent calendar yet…. which is very very rare. Buying the camera absolutely was not planned. At all. I had decided to try and buy it next year but clearly that didn’t happen. I bought my other camera last year. You can read about the short post here. 

a cold Friday night in Laramie taken with new camera
a cold Friday night in Laramie.

Last night i sat and stared at my blog pretty much all night, wanting to write but i just felt so lousy. I haven’t been feeling well lately and it’s starting to grate on me pretty hard, but today is a new day and i’m feeling a wee bit better. Since moving to Laramie my skin has become an enormous platform for painful pustules. I’m not sure if its the water or if i’m allergic to something but my face and neck are in almost constant pain, and with the terrible headaches i get — it makes day to day a little tough; especially at work. I can sit and write no matter what my body is doing usually, but working and paying attention is another thing.

a purple sundown in wyoming
a beautiful evening

Anyway, I was actually surprised how great this camera works in lowlight — i’ll still be using my main camera but its a relief to have such a great little camera for quick use and so forth. I took the above picture last night after work. The light in the distance is the light from down town and the rail road, otherwise it was almost entirely black as death outside.

visitor center
the prison musem

Today i brought the camera with me as we ran a few errands around town. The pictures are surprisingly lovely and filming with it is incredibly easy. There are still a few kinks i have to figure out but the camera is very straight forward. I decided a while ago that i wanted to buy a new camera specifically for vlogging and also to have something small when i don’t feel like carrying around all my heavy equipment. This camera is pocket sized and does a great job, although its weird to use a MUCH smaller camera that isn’t as fancy as my big Nikon. Usually on Cyber Mondays or black Fridays i don’t buy anything but i couldn’t resist the deal this time around. With the horseshoeing school that i’ll be attending next year i wanted an easy camera to carry during the day, and this is perfect.

advertising sign
We drove to the Prison museum to take a look around and buy a few things that caught our eye when we first came to town. It was quiet and there was hardly anyone around today which was lovely. With all the games and events at the university sometimes town goes game crazy and it isn’t worth the effort to leave the house. On our way back from the Prison museum we stopped by the barn i’ll eventually be riding at, and possibly trimming hooves at if all goes to plan. I wanted to show Jack some of the horses and point out the big handsome draft, but they were all wrapped up inside or around the back so it’ll have to wait for another day. Oh i really can’t wait to start there! Senior horses are the best. Until i have my own farm i’ll take what i can get.

Irish-Scotsman from Texas outside the visitor center
We picked up some souvenirs.
girl in car
i love the lighting in this picture and the quality is pretty damn great!

Between the errands we also took a short trip an edge of town we hadn’t seen before. Sometimes all you need to keep on living is a “back to reality” check with nature. Nature…It has a way of showing you how minor your problems are in the long run, how little things truly matter and that things are temporary — theres a good chance they’ll get better.

wyoming plains
the snowy wyoming plain

I truly love the west, its hard for me to describe exactly what it is about it that has me so captured. It’s also strange to love two places so completely at the same time and have them both build you up to the person you are. We’ll be in Denmark soon and i can’t imagine what it’ll be like to be somewhere so far away from here. Sometimes the trip back to Europe hits me hard; it hits home how far i am from everyone and everything i once knew. How far from “easy” and “familiar” i am.  Nevertheless, i can’t wait to see my family and see pretty Denmark at Christmas time again. Just speaking Danish and hearing Danish voices around me will be magical. I hope to go to the forest a lot too. In Scandinavia you’ll find the most magical and peaceful forests you could imagine and a sea that isn’t worth taming.

happy couple
the sun was in his eyes, but he’s still handsome

I’m sure i’ve mentioned it before, but one of the things i’m trying to figure out is how to stop losing quality when i upload a video. I don’t know what i’m doing wrong; whether its transferring from SD card to Mac or if its during the exporting i’m messing up… I’ve read about it, asked about it and researched it but i’m still utterly clueless what the issue is. If anyone has any advice or suggestions i’m open to help and suggestions! I’m actually not at all tech savvy sadly… settings and exporting are apparently not my forte.

I hope you enjoyed my post and thank you all for reading.
I appreciate you.
Have a wonderful rest of your weekend.

cowhand classic at the chuckwagon


It was a cold morning as I remember it. The snow outside had settled but the wind was a brutal son of a bitch, carrying ice and desert snow along the highway in heavy waves. Wrecks began to build along Interstate-80 between Cheyenne and Laramie as they so often do when the weather has gone all to hell. Happy Jack Road was a winding column of black ice, with no one upon it as happy as the road itself. Thanksgiving passed with the regular hitches and full bellies. The Cornish hens tasted phenomenal and I’ve never had a bad thing to say about garlic butter biscuits.
 The Sunday before returning to work was a sad day as it so often is. No more late sleeping, back to the bump and grind to someone else’s lousy rhythm in an office high in the sky. That’s the day I’m telling you about.

When I pulled myself outta bed I stretched lazily, trying to unbuckle the sodding nerve trapped somewhere in my neck between my shoulder and my metal ear. I didn’t prosper in my attempt, the infernal thing is plaguing me still. Jack had started the coffee pot as soon as he roused and the smell, though I don’t drink the stuff, was welcoming. He usually always gets up before me. I’m lazy as a retired bloodhound truth be known and weekends are for sleeping. We sat for a while in front of the tv while I tried to catch up on my knitting projects and Jack nursed his Arbuckle’s. It was probably King of the Hill we were watching or some form of Disney Imagineering documentary. Regular old pair of boots we are, and antisocial.

The night before we’d discussed trying to grab breakfast at the Chuckwagon, a local mom and pop place on the outskirts of town with peculiar working hours, to which we struggle to abide. Several times we’ve endeavored to go for lunch or dinner only to find it closed before seeing hide or hair of 2pm in the afternoon. However, it being the Lord’s Day to laugh, it was open around 7am ready for the church rush. Thus we ventured into the snow and got the car out of the garage, hungry as London paupers.
It’s a great place for a writer camp with a cup of coffee, if they drink it, or an unsweet ice tea in my case; to write the next bestseller about some fella with a hitch in his step and an ugly wife that feeds the cows in her birthday suit during the dead of winter. The place has character and a cozy little ambience about it. I wish it was open more often and that I had the freedom to go and write at a favorite table as a first name basis regular, however, unless I become a full time paid writer within the next few months I don’t see it happening. Never say never and never say die… unless you put it in a poem.

I ordered the cowhand classic breakfast with scrambled eggs, a griddle loved pancake and seasoned hash browns with a tall iced tea full of ice. Now the bacon was almost a little too sweet for me personally but it’s tough to compare to the Jalapeno bacon I cook at home. The eggs and the pancake were nevertheless on point. We sat at our table talking about buffalo Bill and what errands we needed to run that day – I probably mentioned Calamity Jane too as I’m apt to do. We got excited about our upcoming travels and a potential get away to Deadwood in the spring. About us were good o’l boys reminiscing about girls they loved and hardworking sons moving into the family business, they hovered over their coffee mugs like gummy vultures trying to chew a tough steak. I half expected Craig Johnson to walk on in and sit by the window. He didn’t.

A few authors say that if you wait for conditions to be prime before you write, you’ll never say a word. I guess I’m the lonesome exception. I truly struggle to write at home unless I am alone. I can write for 8 hours a day at work and feel accomplished and know I’ve done well. Whereas if I stay home, not only do I have distractions and things I feel must get done, but it’s harder to get into the mindset. At work I write to drown out the everyday office scenario but I need to buck up. I have to set aside a little time each week to force myself to also write at home whether I’m with Jack or not. After all that’ll be where I write my other novels if ever one sells. Having said that, as long as something is written I shan’t complain.

I hope December finds you well my friends.
Be HAPPY.
Be Great.
Create.

Your keeper, 
Bella.

an arena of senior horses & possibilities

This week has been relatively great with only one full day of work, a snow day and then a half day today; now the rest of the week is all ours. Tomorrow is thanksgiving, something that doesn’t mean anything to me because i’m grateful every day for what i have, my experiences and so on and so forth. Still — the time off is most definitely welcome! Today was particularly great because i finally got to visit a horse arena that i’ve wanted to visit since before we arrived in Laramie. Any one who knows me knows i’d prefer to be around animals and its a bonus if its horses. So i was incredibly excited about meeting the people, the horses and seeing the area. I felt it went very well. The people were wonderful and incredibly friendly. Their horses were precious senior personalities, old animals are the sweetest. The arena/barn itself was perfect. It had everything you could possibly need.

ranch ponies in the snow

Unfortunately i can’t be there as much as i want due to working full time. I already wanted to be at this barn 24/7 because its a perfect scenario for me, but alas there is not enough time in the day. I desperately want to put myself through a two week course at the Wyoming School of Horse shoeing, which costs a pretty penny, so i have to do the job that pays. But we’ll see what happens. I’ll still be taking some riding lessons and doing some photography/social media work for them in the future, but i’d love to get more involved in that if life allows. Maybe if i get lucky things will fall into place. I sadly don’t see us staying in Wyoming too long, we love the state — i REALLY love Wyoming! Unfortunately there are issues since we’ve arrived that long term may cause us to leave…  but moving is hard and sometimes it doesn’t quite fit right away so we’ll give it time as we always do. I hope for now that i can do the things i want to do here before we decide to leave. We shall see.

big shirts and snow boots. I’m supposed to dress office casual… this is about as good as i get with that. Haha. I’m not made for pretty clothes. Im made to have shit in my hair, wear old jeans and boots all day long.

I didn’t take any photographs as the bossman was showing me around, because i like to experience things first and photograph later (besides i didn’t want to be rude). So next time i go i’ll be taking some senior horse portraits and i’m so unbelievably excited. All the horses wanted attention as i walked through the stalls and by the arena. There was even a big soft draft horse with a fluffy winter coat that i got to have a little chat with. Draft horses are the horses i’d like to specialise in when shoeing and i was told once i’d taken the course in Cheyenne that i’d be more than welcome to practice on their horses for experience. That would be amazing, they even mentioned connecting me with a female farrier who has an excellent reputation. This just sounds too good to be true !  It’d be a dream to be a farrier, i’d love it and i could live anywhere i wanted and make my own schedules, be my own boss. I feel that i may be one step closer… a small step. But a step is a step and i’ll take what i can get.

Anyway, good night friends and sleep well.