1.25.2023

Midweek Mixtape! First Mix of 2023!

ohhh, daddy.... <3

This week marks eight years since me and my brother and sister lost our dad suddenly. He LOVED all music, and his love for it made my life abundantly appreciate it. All genres, all time periods.... He loved it all. Today, tomorrow, and Friday I am going to post mixtapes of the songs I remember listening to with him. No order, no organization, simply mixes of random songs that I remember from my time with him. 
As a little girl, he would quiz me on music - things like, "Okaaaay, but is this Ozzy Ozborne from the Black Sabbath era or as a solo artist?", and as that 7 year old who wanted to make my daddy proud that I'd learned and listened well enough over the years to differentiate, I'd say "Black Sabbath!!', and he'd look at me with such satisfaction of his schooling of me and my musical knowledge....
With that being said, t is a mix that goes all over the place, but is very special to my heart, and although there is no Sabbath on this mix, look for it in the next few days - it will be there.....














 

My early 20s got to see him truly amazed at the electronic sounds of Prodigy, while also still listening to the staples of his own youth. He LOVED female musicians, and I don't recall him ever not liking one. Tracy Chapman, Michel'le, Stevie Nicks, Lita Ford, Suzanne Vega, Sheila E, Kelly Willis, 4 Non Blondes, Heart -seriously, you name it - he loved them all - and if they played bass or guitar - even better. 

These mixtapes are just a small sliver of what I recall listening to with my dad, but I think it is cool to see the diversity in what he listened to. 

I think of him often, but more this time of the year.


 


1.13.2023

2023

Hello 2023!


After a terribly long hiatus, I am coming back to this platform again. I tried to keep it simple and take advantage of the 2200 characters on insta which was pretty easy most times, but the truth is I actually like sharing more than 10 photos.

There is something that just feels more like ‘home’ about digging out the ol’ laptop and the soft click-clacking of the keys while in bed at night or first thing on a chilly morning in front of a warm wood stove with some coffee. 

Yeah, I tried this last Spring, but by midsummer I was overwhelmed with Rose’s EPM diagnosis, and that was just the beginning of her very expensive ordeals, and then her care took over my life for a bit. After that, it was thrush in a front hoof, and then getting out of the field and finding an old half buried barbed-wire fence that sliced a rear hoof whose open which required stitches that she managed to tear open, then pretty gross wound care that I won’t even detail here. It still looks pretty gnarly, but I was informed this would be a long and ugly healing process. Thank God she isn’t limping, or showing signs of pain, and in the process I purchased a red light therapy wand to do therapeutic treatments, so I’m sure that’s helped! 

Anyway, I’m hoping this year refrains from throwing too many wrenches in the mix for me to navigate through, and on that note, I am officially back! I am going to get back to at least one sweet treat recipe a month - the weekly Sunday sweet stuff segment might be a bit too much of a commitment for now. Slow and easy, until I get back in the swing…. 

We had quite the storm yesterday and it was so loud it actually scared both Reece and Poptart - neither dog is usually phased by storms, fireworks, or gunshots. Christian was at work and our house really sounded like it was gonna take off in the wind. It was pretty scary for about an hour. Luckily, being the ‘plan ahead’ type as I am, I got everyone situated and fed and walked well ahead of time so I could batten down the hatches and ride it out inside. 

I leave you with pics of most of the crew just before the storm yesterday. 

As you can see, the grass is greening up in the goat paddock with the mild temps, and the horses have their nice fluffy winter coats. 

Happy Friday and I hope to be back here soon in my little happy place!










xoxo

-s

11.14.2022

November! Friends! Fires! Anniversaries!

Hellllloooooo! It’s me! I’m back! I’ve had a few obstacles in my way of blogging regularly, but I think I have managed to start working out the kinks so I can at least come here periodically and have a little fun with it…. 

First off, I cannot even believe that this month Christian and I celebrate TWENTY THREE YEARS together! Whhhhhhhhaaaaaaaat?!?? Yes. Wow. Where does the time go? I swear I don't know what I would have done without him this last year.......

Last weekend we had a fire, friends, lots of great convo and catching up, and the reminder that it had been one year since we'd seen some of these folks when they were in town at the farm for a big burn a year ago. 

Last November, I had a big 'girls-night' bonfire planned for weeks - a gathering where I knew everyone, but some had never met each other. A cool way to forge some great friendships between gals I knew. Anyway, at that bonfire of 2021, I had just been unexpectedly and abruptly let go from my management position at the job where I devoted 20 years. The reminder that it had been just over a year since that happened was crazy - a whole year (another anniversary!)! And through it all, I’m doin’ jusssssssst fine. 

In the words of Joe Walsh, “Life’s Been Good To Me So Far”…… 



Silently Saturday night as I watched the fire burn, and stared up at the starry sky and the cloud patterns, I was able to reflect on the last year and be pretty damn proud of how I have been maneuvering without that 9-5 [soul-sucking] desk job and the salary that I had become completely dependent on…. You see in hindsight, a few of the details of the end of that chapter are comical and quite fitting for becoming great reading material.... such as I was let go on the Friday before Halloween (which was on Sunday), an in true Sandice Thrasher fashion, I went to work dressed like a taco that day. Yes. My last day at work - a place I managed to work through my 20s, 30s, and into my 40s - a place I grew up in, essentially - I showed up dressed like a taco on the day I was to be axed. 


A TACO. 

Obviously I had no idea whatsoever that this would be my last day... 

There is so so much more to that story, and that story you’ll hear alllllll about another day, but irony had it on that Halloweeny day on October 29, 2021, the owner didn’t want to ‘taco’ bout any other options for me that day. That was that, and thus came the end of an era as I was swiftly escorted out of the building after gathering my things & stuffing my taco costume into the back seat of my car. 


As the holidays inch closer, I’m reminded of how I got through them last year amid the circumstances....


I rearranged my shop countless times until I felt the setup really encouraged and motivated me to think outside the box. I made everyone’s presents last year and what spawned from that experience was an opening to create unique, affordable, personalized gifts year-round for people all over the country! These little fun projects along with my revamping the Etsy vintage shop has kept the farm afloat and fed cared for all her creatures. 


It didn’t happen overnight, and is still a work in progress, but I am continuously evolving my techniques and in the last month made some real progress I absolutely love


Last night at the fire, a friend asked to see some of my recent pieces, and that spawned a conversation about photo transfers on sheet-metal by another friend that is a tintype artist, and well, let’s just say that now I have a brand new process to try out and I’m excited about it! I adore my friends, and love the lessons I’ve learned in the last year, the most amazing continued support from Christian (who will likely never be seen here due to my respect of his privacy) and the growth that was only able to happen because I was humbled in ways I couldn’t have ever imagined. 


I guess the moral is this story is…. Don’t go to work dressed like a taco on Halloween… OR …. don’t assume the one that signs your check values your loyalty. You are likely, simply put - a commodity.  


Happy Monday to all of you, and if you keep up with my insta you are well aware that our tree went up just before Halloween, so we are in full swing of Christmas cheer over here and for those of you who are just a little too excited about the holidays a bit too early, I leave you with this fun Christmas mix!


xoxo,

-S

8.16.2022

Rose & an EPM Diagnosis

 EPM

Those three dreadful letters…. 

Horse owners know what it is, but otherwise, you’ve likely never heard of it. 

When I first brought Rose here I studied up on all I could find about horse health and how to take the best care of my Dad’s girl. 


Let me backtrack a little here in case you might not know the history….I grew up scared of horses - literally my whole life never wanted to get close to one due to childhood memories of my great-grandmother being blind and knowing she’d gotten kicked in the head by a horse. I might have one or two pictures of me posing with their horse, but I’m safely on one side of the fence, while the horse is on the other….

Anyway, in 2015 when my dad suddenly died, I moved into his home to help take care of my much younger [15 year old] sister and get her through the rest of the school year, and during this time I wanted to take care of his Rosey girl. I was still very scared, but she was a living breathing beauty that my dad poured so much love into, so in a way, it was a way to still connect with him, and I was going to get over this fear to be able to take advantage of this connection…

Fast forward 6 months and I found someone willing to trailer her and bring her two hours north to our little slice. I ended up taking in his old golden retriever as well. 

For 7 years I’d had no issues with EPM, and regularly see opossums out here all the time. Since Rose arrived, I even got Rose a friend, then another when her bestie was terminally ill, and very old - still never an issue with any horse and EPM, so I thought it was pretty rare, and didn’t ever really worry about until last Friday evening. 

In hindsight there were signs, but I’d almost completely forgotten about EPM even being a possibility. Last Wednesday night at dark, I noticed what appeared to be a slight limp in my girl. It wasn’t uncommon for her to overdo some play and get a little too rowdy, and be sore a day or two. She is never asked to do anything, never ridden, and never worked - she’s just a pasture ornament, so sometimes her biggest fun is to get a little rowdy in the field with her buddy. Thursday I put eyes on her in the field grazing and all seemed well. I went to the lake and upon returning, I noticed she was drenched in sweat, despite it being a rather mild day, only hitting the low 80s. So I hosed her down and put her in the shade. My thoughts were maybe she had been grazing in the direct sun a bit too long. Her limp didn’t seem any worse, and the plan was to call the vet the next day if it progressed.

Friday she had her head down most of the day and seemed content, but that evening as the sun was setting, I decided to sit in the pasture and just watch. That’s when I noticed sure signs of a neurological issue. When her head was down, she seemed practically fine, but when she lifted her head to walk, she was noticeably wobbly and unsure of her footing. It was now after hours and I was starting to panic. My plan was to drive to the vet first thing the next morning. 

The next morning I took video and showed it to my vet. They were booked all morning but came out right after they closed and performed several movement tests and confirmed it was indeed a neuro issue. 

Rose wouldn’t leave the area the run-in was, and she could not walk in a circle, and slight pressure being pushed on her body determined she was a fall risk. The initial observations all pointed to EPM. I was devastated. I’d only heard the bad stories. I’d only heard of the stories involving work horses. Treatment is expensive and very time consuming, and even then all that money and all that time doesn’t guarantee a full recovery. The chances are actually pretty high that a horse may not ever be steady enough on its feet for riding, and euthanasia is often the most financially conservative approach.

Lucky for Rose and me, these are not issues that would cross my mind in whether or not to treat her or not. Sure the expense and being told treatment would cost ‘thousands of dollars’ made me panic, but I’d find a way. I’d have to. The good thing is, my daily monitoring of all my animals allowed me to take notice pretty early and seek treatment before it was terribly bad.

Saturday, the vet gave a sort-of jump-start on treatment and said if we saw some improvement by Monday, she’d be a candidate for the more aggressive treatment. I also have a great friend and resource in Colorado that is very knowledgeable about horse healing acupressure and something called acupressure meridian work, and she made me videos of specific things I could do to Rose that would promote healing, circulation, and overall health. 


So between these exercises, shots, and pills, Rose improved at an unbelievable rate the next two days. She went from being unable to walk, to walking with intention (although wobbly), and then yesterday doing some slow lunge movements with the vet. I was shocked, but not as shocked as the vet that saw her lack of mobility just two days prior. The vet drew some blood to send for lab work to rule out any other condition this might be because her turnaround was truly a bit puzzling. I cried like I always do when the vet comes out because other than yearly vaccines, they come out because something is seriously wrong, and the last year and a half I have had rollercoaster highs and lows with my animals. This last week with Rose was on a low, now a high, and my emotions are so confused. I wasn’t really sure if I was crying because I was worried, or relieved and overjoyed at what I just witnessed. My poor vets… they do at least know how important Rose is to me. She’s not just a beloved companion animal/ pet, but she’s much more. She’s a very tangible connection to my dad. 

Then last night, as I walked out with meds in a bucket mixed with senior feed and drenched in molasses - what Rose considers the best treat of all time - she started excitedly pawing at the ground! Something she’d not done since last Tuesday. She was steady enough on her feet to be stable on three legs and paw at the dirt in anticipation of her snack! 

Then, afterwards….. she walked around LIKE NORMAL (vid posted on my Facebook & Instagram) Head up and steady! I cried. Again. 

So I’ll be sure to keep updating here as well as FB & IG for folks who don’t do social media, and I welcome all the prayers and positive vibes, and well wishes you all have sent us and continue to send! 








xo

-s