Horse Sense....

 

                                

 

And the Botox party is over, baby.

We thought it might have been after I took that shock, but a few weeks ago we put a teensy, tiny amount in and it worked like we had put in 5x more.

To be fair, I never did think Botox was a long term thing, however, it did help me through when Liam went away and for that I am truly grateful.  

Those were challenging times and as you hear me say, Anything which gets you through a challenging time is ok.

I just put it down to we've worked so hard here to get things moving, clear the Energy, fine tune and tweak, that to be fair, this isn't suprising.  

But if I'm being honest, I'm also seeing women who are over-botoxed and super-fillered, and somehow they're losing their spark.

Their fear of getting older and less attractive is making them go the other way, and I don't want that. 

As I'm getting older I'm getting more experienced (in a good way), I love being with the horses (mine or anyone else's, as long as it has 4 legs, a tail, and nickers) and my son is thriving and successful in whichever way you judge these things.

I enjoy my life so much more, and love what I've achieved. 

I love every day that I live.

I also have a deep connection to Mother Nature, and a depth with Spirit that has only come with age.  I couldn't have got this at 20, 30 or even 40.

And my Ta Moko (The journey of 10,000 miles) on my arm, talks of this journey of living in peace with Spirit, connections to the Other World, and Listening to the Whispers of the Universe.

And Botox and Fillers just don't work with that. 

They are beginning to be diametrically opposed to the way I live my life. 

All things must fit together or everything falls out of balance.

And forgive me for what I am about to say, but the guys who love botoxed and fillered girls, bore me senseless. 

They've got no Soul. 

They value things I just couldn't care less about.

Wait...I think I've explained that very badly.  Let me try again:

There's a world of difference between a guy (or girl) who likes a woman because she is attractive with the help of Botox vs a man (or woman) who only likes a woman because they use Botox.

Now that's what I meant.

But what has been a repeat conversation recently, is women talking about mini-facelifts.  

I'm hating that.

That will never be an option for me.

But I'm sounding really judgemental here, and I don't mean to be.  A lot of women look amazing with a little help, and you should look amazing, it's your right.

No matter how you chose to do that. 

It.  Is.  Your.  Right.

What I also need to mention here, is that there has been a lot of talk recently about Botox not working (opposite for me), and that there were only two reasons for that:

1) Because of the vaccine and what was in it that was reacting and

2) They have changed the ingredients in what is in Botox.

And that second one really scares me.  

If you were on this side of the computer and hearing the things I am hearing re side effects of that vaccine, you would never, ever, volunarily put anything needle like into your body ever again.

Maybe that's part of the reason too.

Anyway, Spirit have just said, No.

And that, for better or worse, is it.

Anyway, on a similar but different note, Do not get Eyelash Extensions.

I did, and loved them (I know, do as I say, not as I do), but then there was a hiccup about getting them done again.  It worked out no appointments for a month (!!).

I threw my toys out of the cot (oh c'mon, you know me), sulked, and they eventually all fell out.  

Which is when I found out how much damage had been done to my own personal lashes.

Every single one of them had broken off.

So, don't.  Just don't.

And wait, while I'm on my soap box, I'm sick of hearing fat, under-excercised, eat-crap-food, drink-mucho-wine women tell me how devasting Menopause is.

Maybe for you.  Make better choices.

I feel a purple hair phase coming...

** Liam is absolutely stoked with my decision.  

He was never keen for me to do it to start with.

His only comment (apart from how happy he was):

I'm sorry guys your age are still hooked up on the Don't age look, and they're not like the young ones who don't care about things like that.

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So started with a new product today.

One that I have been super excited about.  Well, still waiting for it to actually arrive in the country, but had some already at home so decided today was the day.

Was only going to give it to Boo-ba-licous, but as I put it in his feed I went, Oh shite, too much!

By about a million times.

I ended up giving him a huge ladle full of feed (but only a tiny amount of product) - stop, wait...then another - stop, wait....and another....which ended up being just about right, and still had heaps left so brought it home and gave it to everyone here.

And everyone loved it.

Gone within a minute.

I have high hopes for this, but I'll wait and see how everyone is tomorrow.

Fingers and hooves crossed.

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And to now fill a gas botttle the price has jumped from $42 to $47.

That's a massive hike.

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Az was standing at the fence when I came home, nickering that he was a bit hungry and could I just pop more feed over in his direction.

He's such a sweetheart.

The answer was yes, because some times, for no discernable reason, one of my babes gets extra hungry.  

Not naughty hungry or wormy hungry, just, It's a hungry day, hungry.

Love.  Love.  Love.

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Oooooooooohhhhhh.....as of Wednesday (that's yesterday as you're reading this):

As of Wednesday, Virgin Atlantic is allowing crew (both men and women) to wear the trousers - or skirts - to "express how they identify or present themselves."

A big Hola! to the companies that are stepping up and moving forward.

Live your best life, babes.

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Suz and Ralphy poo had Birthday's this week.

If anything tells me that the horses know, it was kind of this.  

Suz got a little excited, but wait, all the other horses knew it was special for her, and didn't try to push in and get noticed.

They were like, It's you, Suz...

And the same with Ralphy poo.

I swear some days, if I wasn't writing about what was physically happening here, I wouldn't believe me either.

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The rest of my time has been spent with music blaring and me be-bopping along in the kitchen, while I'm mixing and matching different quantities of vitamins and minerals into not just palatable, but bloody delicious, food that human peeps and horses want to eat.

Foods that feed the body and nourish the Soul.

How things really work, in what dosages, what goes with who, when, time of day, are they better cooked, powdered or raw, and how these micro-nutrients really make you feel.

It works out I'm actually quite good at it.

When I'm not getting it wrong.

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So that's been our week:

It's been pretty damn cool.  I love it when we go next level Spiritually.  It's exciting and fabulous and always a real adventure.  

I'm excited about what's next.

Kissy hugs

Caps, me (T - she/her), Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Boo-ba-licious, Pat, Chuck, Rose, Pepper, Shelley, Marmite, Geraldine, Milli, Bessie, Raz, Sugar, Butter, Cookie and Cinammon, and the cows, Mickey, Mikey and Moose.

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