Boylerpf

30 June 2009

And another one bites the dust!

Jun Murakoshi Design Candle

At my age, a single candle will do. This one would definitely be on the order list! Enjoy the day and don't forget to enter the giveaway...you'll get tired of me reminding you! And a very special thank you for those that have given it a special shout out...an amazing birthday present. Thank you!

29 June 2009

Vintage Jewelry Giveaway..for Real!!

I still can't believe that half the year has flown by! As promised in my last post, the day has come that this blog musin', horse lovin', antique jewelry toten' lady decides to say thank you to all you readers out there...not as if there are tons but I like to thank you anyway! And of course, it's my birthday tomorrow and I'd much rather give a gift! I think this vintage sterling silver 5 carat genuine amethyst pendant will do just fine, don't you?


You can enter as often as you like..keeping it to one blog lovin' comment a day. Doesn't that sound like a lottery? For those that are cagey..which I'm not..that leaves you 8 whole entries till the drawing. Random org and I will pick a winner on Monday, July 6th in the afternoon.

Easy peezy...just leave a comment. You know...something simple like "I'm in" or whatever floats your boat. You don't even have to leave the page as I really like having you here. If you don't have a blogger account, make sure I have a way of contacting you.

HOLD THE PRESSES!! There's another way for you to enter more than once a day. Are you ready? I posted that I have finally decided to take the plunge and joined Twitter. So...if you let me know you tweeted this, you get a double entry for that day! I'm not shy...just a twittering fool (as she says with a big grin). If you follow me, I'll know you tweeted (is that what it's called?).

Wouldn't you just love to drape that beauty around your neck? And if you're a guy...your wife, girlfriend or significant other will think you are just the best! Hoa about it? You in?
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26 June 2009

Enjoy the view!






"The dangerous part about riding the ledge was not to ride too close to the hillside, since we didn't want to catch a pedal on the rocks and high-side down the cliffs."
Hans Rey-Swiss trials rider and multiple World Champion

These photos were taken on Ireland's legendary Cliffs of Mohan and I'm sure you may have seen them before. I was speechless when I saw them...my palms are still sweating just thinking about riding up there!

Stay tuned...next week is my birthday...which I don't celebrate anymore...and I'm having a giveaway!!
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25 June 2009

Wordless Wednesday..Runaway Thursday!

My wordless Wednesday turned into just that...wordless here in blogland! Why is it there are just some days that run away from you? You are left with no time and feel like you've been doing a gazillion things and accomplishing nary a one? Well...that was Wednesday and today is Thursday and I vow NOT to have another runaway. So...on to some blogging thanks..of which I owe so many more but will save that for another post.

The ever fabulous Judy over at Judith B Designs graciously awarded me the Premio Meme Award. Let's just say she made my runaway day a guilty pleasure!

The rules of the award are to give 7 facts about myself...(I know..it should be wordless) and pass this on to 7 other lucky winners. So here we go...
  1. I can't hear out of one ear and have no clue why. No fooling. I'd like to think that I have too much brain power that it's clogged but I know better. My kids will attest, I DO have eyes in the back of my head! See...that's really 2 things here!
  2. One of my favorite pets that I have ever owned that made me cry with laughter at their antics...get ready and don't be saying eewww too quickly..was a ferret. We actually had two. Oh yeah, they have a musky smell and I know they're rats to some, but these guys know how to enjoy life. Sleep 20 out of 24 hours and during the 4 hours of wake time, it's pure "pedal to the medal" energy!
  3. I am a proficient seamtress. Never use a pattern. We had to make our own clothes growing up, patterns were way too expensive and I did have weird taste in designs.
  4. Now to go along with #3, I designed, sewed and ran a haute couture line of little girls dresses. I loved working with silks and satins and making them little princesses!
  5. Now you're really going to gag...I snack on prunes all day. Not for the reason you're thinking, but because they are super good for your bones and I love em'!
  6. I just did something I swore I would never do. If you think I'm going to tell you a dirty little secret..guess again! I signed up for Twitter. Egads! Am I a fish out of water!!
  7. I gave two in the first...I do like to cheat sometimes!!
So now you've learned way more about me than you wanted to know. Thanks, Judy!
So passing this meme on:
Stage 3! Who, me?
Thoughts by Dena
Some Like It Vintage
Is It Just Me?
NodtoMod
A Memory Forever
Hello Lindello

I can't wait to read some really nitty gritty details from these great bloggers!

If you tuned into Audrey's blog Stage 3! Who, Me?, you'll know that I am saying the famous word from Waynes World "we're not worthy!". Audrey awarded this blog the Uber Amazing Blog award. One amazing lady who has been dealt a tough hand, her blog will inspire you, make you laugh and leave you feeling positive every time you visit. Seriously...go have a good read. I promise you won't be disappointed!

Uber (synonym to Super) Amazing Blog Award is a blog award given to sites who:
- Inspire you
- Make you smile and laugh, or maybe give amazing information
- A great read
- Has an amazing design
- Any other reasons you can think of that make them Uber amazing!

The rules of this award are:

- Put the logo on your blog or post.
- Nominate at least 6 blogs
- Let them know that they have received this Uber Amazing award by commenting on their blog.
- Share the love and link to this post and to the person you received your award from.

I'm bowing down here, Audrey! Way to make my day!!

Here's some Uber Amazing blogs you will enjoy:
Cottage Garden Studio
Worlds End Farm This and That
Lenorenevermore
Drollgirl
Oz Girl
Tales From Twisty Lane

Six just isn't enough! I get so lost everyday reading blogs that I thoroughly enjoy. This can get to be an addiction for sure!!
Now I'm off to figure out this twitter business and try to move into this century. They say it is a good thing, but what do I know? I don't even own a cell phone!!
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23 June 2009

Go ahead, make my day..


I have to tell you, there are some things that flip your wig and you gotta say those age old lines uttered by the infamous Harry Callahan (Clint Eastwood) in the movie Sudden Impact...
"Go ahead, make my day.."

David McMahon over at authorblog, a journalist and internationally published photographer, put one of my posts up as the post of the day. If you all would...head on over and say a big thanks from me and while you're at it, enjoy the read...you'll be glad you did. He's based in Australia so the photos are always interesting as are the tales.

So David, Thanks for flipping my wig..you made my day!

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22 June 2009

Everybody Knows Your Name

Every time I hear that phrase "everybody knows your name", I think of the TV show Cheers. So I'm not talking about a local pub here, I'm talking about a small town.

You walk down the street and everyone you meet greets you by name. Some stop and ask, "How's your Mom doing?" or "Any new jewelry pieces today?" Not only do they know your name, where you live, but they know just about anything and everything that you do. Now this can be a good thing and a bad thing. I happen to liken this to a good thing.

When times get tough,the whole town pulls for you. You personally know your banker, the baker and the candlestick maker as the saying goes. People pull together and help each other in any way they can. Weddings, including the dances, are celebrated by all...that's a big invite! No one questions if you're there. Doors aren't locked at night...crime is virtually non-existent. Kids go to a baseball game with their bikes and just drop them on the ground...no locks needed here. There's no graffiti painted on buildings. If it's a big blank wall, someone paints a mural welcoming you to small town America.

I love the big city life...lived it for many years. After a while, the anonanimity leaves you feeling a bit alone. I'll take that big wave I get every morning from the postman and the locals just driving by and travel to the big city for my fix. How about you? Would you like to live in a small town?
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19 June 2009

The Thrill of it all







Ohio Record Roller Coaster...

With a record-breaking height of 420-feet and record-breaking speed of 120 mph, Top Thrill Dragster delivers on its promise of thrilling riders this summer at Cedar Point, Ohio. Ranked with an aggressive thrill of 5.

Have a thrilling weekend! Trust me...I won't be on this ride!
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18 June 2009

My Boys..

A while ago, I posted how the name boylerpf came about and for those who didn't read the post, it was the name of our farm..Boyle Round Pond Farm..shortened to boylerpf. I thought I would share with you a few of the characters...four legged horse variety..that lived with us. These guys became known as "My Boys".

Europa Panache..Panache for short. He was my all...my schoolmaster and teacher. He was a big English Thoroughbred that had a brain that wouldn't quit, knew his job and loved to play. He was a jack of all trades and took me through thick and thin, galloping through forests, swimming in rivers, dancing in Dressage. He hated bugs..no fooling. It didn't matter if they were tiny tiny..and he was big...he would run and hide if anything had a buzz. I even caught him doing classical figure 8s in the ring just to take his mind off of a gnat!


Vadim du Valet...Monet for short. With a name like that, he could only be French and that he was..a Selle Francais. That's a fancy word for French Warmblood. This guy was a one person horse and I am fortunate to say that I was that one. He didn't like to be told what to do...got a super stubborn lip if you did...but if you asked and did it together, he was a dream. I swear, he must have been gelded late in life as he thought he was a stud muffin...loved the girls (mares). But then again, he was French!!

Mr Fitz..real name for Dufus...Thoroughbred. This guy was my husband's horse and we purchased him at the tender age of 4. My DH was a green rider (that's horse lingo for inexperienced) and let me tell you, that is something you never do...put an inexperienced horse with and inexperienced rider. It didn't matter with these two...they were peas in a pod and one of those once in a lifetime matches. He was big 17.2h (I couldn't see over him) but he was the kindest soul ever and didn't make a wrong step. He was out to have fun, not be pushed hard and just enjoy life...just like the DH!



And the last of "my boys" was Arlin...first American born Austrian approved Haflinger stallion. You can see how small he was but don't ever let that size fool you! He was powerful, sweet and pushy all rolled into one. This guy loved to work and his work was to pull a carriage, which we often did. There is nothing like jumping into a Meadowbrook cart on a quiet morning and heading down a country lane hearing the clip clop of horse hooves reminding you of a time long ago. The last shot is what I normally saw of Arlin...from the rear!

So now you've met a few of the four legged guys that lived with us at Round Pond Farm in NC!

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17 June 2009

Rearview Mirror

I'm in a rather thoughtful mood today. I received an email from my daughter who has been having a bit of a rough time with her significant other. This seems to be an ongoing thing and not something new. She has always said to me, "but it didn't used to be this way". And the queery to a mom of what should I do generally follows.

I often think of life like driving a car. You have to turn on the ignition and get ready to go. You have to put yourself into gear...no one can do that for you nor can you go forward without doing so. Now, you have to put your foot on the gas pedal...take those steps forward. Of course, you have to steer and choose your own path. Where are you looking? Forward..towards the next turn or the bend that may be coming up in the road. Then there's that rearview mirror. It's a checkpoint to see where you've been. Occasionally, you look back to see what may be coming or where you've been but it isn't what you stare at as you drive.

Way too often, we spend time looking backwards in our rearview mirrors at what was or should have been instead of taking charge and driving forward through all the curves and bends in our paths. We're the ones that are driving...taking those steps forward. It's okay to look in the rearview mirror to check where you've been and learn from the mistakes. If we don't look through the front windshield, we'll be slamming on the brakes, swerving and having a very unpleasant ride.

So my advice to her? Stop looking in her rearview mirror, start to take charge and drive. Are you using your rearview mirror too much?

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16 June 2009

Tuesday's Picks...Sunflowers!


Did I ever mention I love summer? Growing up in a small farming community, the summer drives meant fields of huge bright sunflowers turning their heads to the sun. This vision was never more apparent than while were were in the south of France horseback riding through the countryside. Fields of vivid yellow spread in all directions..it's no wonder that Van Gogh was so inspired by these beauties. Sunflowers in a painting add a bright touch to an otherwise muted room, bring a kitchen sunshine , add a flair to clothing whether it's a pareo you wrap around your neck or waist or adorable buttons for accents. A breath of fresh air!
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15 June 2009

Career...what was your path?

The other day, I was reading a blog about a graduation and where the student was going to be attending college. It got me to thinking, with today's economics and jobs, how many of us are doing what we studied in school? What's happening with kids who graduate and select a career path without really looking into the future...not as if any of us really have a clue what will be happening.

For me, I studied to be an opera singer. Oh yeah...imagine that! I loved to sing and was pretty good at it but did that mean that I would do that for the rest of my life? Absolutely not. I was influenced by parents, teachers and community. I quickly found that what was expected of me at the age of 21 was not what I really wanted to do. Even though we're good at something it doesn't mean we choose that as a career. Money and salary...paying the bills becomes the deciding factor instead of what we love to do. Short term choices don't always work in the long term. Our paths change as we get older and our passions along the road alter our original choices.

So for me, selling antique jewelry is a far cry from an opera singer. So I'm wondering, how many of you are in a career you studied?
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14 June 2009

Sunday Family Traditions

I grew up in a small town, in a family that had its own traditions. Big family...seven of us. Every evening, we would have dinner together all sitting around a big oak table. So why is it that Sunday is the day I remember the most?

My father was a hard working grain elevator man. Sundays were meant for the family. Weekday mornings I would wake up and he would be gone for the day. Not on Sunday. I was an early riser and would come into the sunlit living room seeing him sitting in his chair, drinking his coffee and reading his lessons..he was a devout Christian Scientist. I would plunk myself in a chair next to him, he'd pass the funny papers..what we called the comics and we would read together. Me and my comics, he and his lessons. Occasionally he'd ask me what was happening with Beetle Bailey.


As a little girl, we had to go to Sunday school. Not that I minded. All the kids met together from all ages so it was kind of fun. After church, we would come home to my mom cooking brunch. Brunch was a big word back in the day...it's what I call it now but I am sure back then, it was called dinner. Light as a feather Norwegian pancakes, bacon searing in a pan and special flavored syrups that only came out on Sunday. Blueberry, raspberry and apricot. Smother the pancakes with sour cream before the syrup. Mom would be standing at the counter that overlooked the table flipping jacks while all of us sat around the table clamoring for more. There was always much laughter and talking...a special meal when no problems or world events were talked about...just plain old family time.


After dinner while the sun was hot, my parents, little brother and I would jump into the '57 Chevy (my Dad's work car) and head out to the country to "check the crops" as my Dad called it. Windows rolled down, hot summer sun and the wind blowing in our faces...the vision of the back of my parents heads in the front seat. We'd turn down a dirt road and Dad would say it looked like a good one to check out...corn and wheat on either side of the road so high that it buried the car from view. It felt like you were going into a maze...great fun for a kid! Of course, you couldn't go fast so the grasshoppers would come flying through the open windows. My brother would squeal with delight knowing full well I hated the things with their sticky legs that would grab you. Many times there would be a big puddle in the middle of the road. Dad would slow the car way down, put it in low gear and floor it through the puddle, mud flying everywhere, my brother and I laughing with total satisfaction. Mom and Dad would just smile in the front seat knowing there was something to the simple pleasures in life.

Dinner was 'catch as catch can'...anything left in the fridge. After, we'd all circle around the TV watching Disney which happened to be one of the only shows we could watch. When the night came, we'd slip into clean sheets, windows open, cool breeze, the sound of crickets and big smiles on our faces.

Sunday traditions...family..molding into human beings enjoying the simple pleasures in life.
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11 June 2009

30 Years...a long conversation

A marriage anniversary is the celebration of love, trust, partnership, tolerance and tenacity. The order varies for any given year.
-Paul Sweeney-

A happy marriage is a long conversation that always seems too short. ~Andre Maurois

30 years...over a quarter of a century....
Year by year...side by side..
Permanent and equal..
Happy Anniversary!