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Mimi Time and the beginning of being a HG (horse girl)

"I want this one!!!"
“I want this one!!!”

So how did I become a horse girl you might wonder after my last post. Maybe Mimi came from a rich family and she got her first pony when she was only three years old and her first arab stallion when she was ten. She had all the little riding trousers and boots and always had new saddles and bridles for her horses….

But unfortunately it wasn’t like that at all.

Yes, I got my first horse-back riding lessons when I was nine. It was horrible. It was at the elite riding school in my home town and I was riding on Hannoveraner horses (they are like Danish warm blood and HUGE) and because my lesson was always on a Monday and the huge grumpy horses had been standing in the stable for two days (in those days you just left the horses inside) they were definitely full of unused energy on Mondays. In one lesson I fell of one of these giants seven times. After falling off those horses one too many times I changed to a pony stable outside the city and I really loved it there. I rode on ponies without a saddle and we rode in the forest for hours. It was really nice and when you fell off, you didn’t fall so far. I really wanted to have my own pony like some other girls at the stable, but my mother didn’t think that was such a good idea. Even though I tried to convince her, she stood her ground. After having cats, a dog, rabbits and hamsters she was adamant not to let a pony sneak in as well. This was my first lesson in life: LIFE IS NOT FAIR…

I thought life could go on like that forever, but life rarely stays the same and so things changed. My mother didn’t want to drive all the way to the pony stable every weekend anymore, I got older, there were parties at the weekends and boys over sudden became quite interesting. 

So life passed and I only rode during holidays…

…until I came to Denmark.

I moved to Denmark to teach at an international school and found myself in a tiny village in the middle of nowhere with no friends and surrounded by darkness and a raging Scandinavian winter. One evening I sat in my oversized apartment and felt like I had three options in my empty life: become an alcoholic, get a huge depression or do something about it. I wanted to do something- but what? Somebody told me, that Danes make friend by joining a club. So, find a club then…

I was having the option between a kayak club and the riding club to join and as it was winter and there was no kayaking, I chose the riding club. I signed up for lessons and I rode in a lesson with girls between nine and twelve. The beginning was not so funny. I got the horse, that nobody else wanted to ride (there is always a reason for that…). But even though the hour with the grumpy horse was me having a bit of time-out from the stress at the school and once the grumpy horse went bak to his owner and I could ride other not so grumpy horses. After about three months the other people and girls at the stable started to talk to me and I started to make friends (so the person was right, this is how Danes meet people). In the spring a lovely, slightly fat horse came to the club and I knew straight away I wanted to have her as my weekend horse. I rode her every weekend and took lot’s of lessons.

And again I thought this could go on for ever…

But I met this girl, who said

“I want you to have my horse” and she gave me her horse, as she didn’t have the time to keep him any more. 

And so my journey started. 

Since getting my horse my life has changed completely- different job, different place to live and different things in my life. He is my magic horse and he is not too huge. When things get a bit iffy while riding, I can still jump off without falling too far…

"Finally my childhood dream came true"
“Finally my childhood dream came true”

and so remember sometimes wishes may take a bit longer, but they do come true, so be careful what you wish for…

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY with or without horse.

Mimi Time: Call me Horse Girl

"Noooo those were the flowers for my sister's birthday-photo-greetings..."
“Noooo those were the flowers for my sister’s birthday-photo-greetings…”

Now I have been living at the horse farm for a few weeks and I can tell things are changing in my life a lot:

I am becoming a Horse Girl.

You might ask yourself, what exactly is a horse girl, so let me give you some points:

1. Horse Girls have a horse or talk about horses all the time.

– I think I do that as I am soooo excited, that my amazing horse has decided to let me ride him. Honestly that is a miracle. One day he was like, it’s ok for you to ride me. Don’t do it more than 30 min as I get tired, but those 30 mins are yours. He really tries to do what I would like him to do, even though he still doesn’t have a lot of muscles, but with our 30mins every day routine that might change. So point 1: Check.

2. Horse Girls are most comfortable in horse clothes.

-Yes. I love to wear my comfy riding clothes. I actually get a bit uncomfortable when going to see my friends and I need to put on “normal clothes”. After my Reiki course I invested in white clothes due to letting my aura shine, but have subsequently put those aura-shine-white-t-shirts in the back of my wardrobe. White t-shirts are not compatible with horses. Horses are always dirty and dusty. Always. So point 2: Check.

3. Horse Girls smell.

-Yes. When bringing out hay (these horses eat a LOT of hay…) pulling water hoses to refill their buckets of water (which they absolutely LOVE to empty out by turning over the bucket) and riding them you get so sweaty. Why I am not sure, but you do get sweaty a lot, so you smell. So point 3: Check.

4. Horse Girls love horses more than people.

– Well. Horses don’t answer you back, they really love you when you come to the field (if you have a treat in your pocket, mind you), they love you when you bring them hay, they love you when you feed them and they love you when you give them carrots. Sounds reasonable- doesn’t it? People can be nice too, but sometimes they don’t love you like a horse when you give them food in a bucket. But I do like people too, so I think I have to only half check this point. 

5.Horse Girls are tough as old boots.

– Real horse girls are scary. Honestly. They are butch, tough and treat their horses and friends the same way, in a tough love kind of way (their excuse:they are asking for it and need a bit of discipline…) They don’t mind pain and think if they can move a 500 kg animal, they can definitely move a 80 kg person. So watch out for the real horse girls. I am not there yet. Will somebody tell me if I get scary? Probably not as then I am too scary… Hmmm.

6. Horse Girls spend all their money on their horse.

-Yes. Having a look  around stables it is absolutely amazing how many little powders, supplements, different foods and sprays a horse needs. Each horse gets their individual food made up from various different ingredients (and I have to learn all of them for when I start feeding the horses when they come back from the field). The area where the food stands looks like a horse-food-supermarket. But besides the food, vitamins and supplements they also need a little garlic infused anti-fly-sprays (this confuses me as the barn over sudden smells like an Italian restaurant), oil for their food and other oil for their hooves. I have to say my horse also gets 3 different ingredients for his dinner. He also gets apples, carrots and licorice treats. I also like the mint treats, they give him a nice fresh breath. Then he has a hoof oil and an organic anti-fly-spray which is also ok for using on humans, even though I always forget to put it on me and end up with all the insect bites. But at least my horse is not bitten. So yes, having a horse is expensive and they always need things, such as the cute bridle, a new brush or about five thousand kg of treats. Point 6: definitely check.

7. Horse girls only want to be with their horses.

-Check. Having a job outside the barn is valuable time away from your horse and that needs to be minimized. Point 7: Check.

8. Horse girls prefer horses to boy-friends.

-Well, have you seen those boy-friends of horse girls? They quietly help bringing hay to the horse or taking the shit out of the box, but whatever they do it is under the close supervision of the horse girl. I think in a way the boys come second to the horses, as the horse needs to be taken care of and the boy-friend usually can fend for himself. Not sure on this one.

9. Horse girls have their own language.

-Yes. You need to know all the best stallions in your country if you want to be a real horse girl, then there are dressage move to know, different bridles etc. So start revising. Best if you also know about all the terrible things a horse can get in terms of diseases (then you can scare the others when you have the next stable meeting) I am still learning those…

10. Horse girls are happier.

-YES AND MY HORSE IS AMAZING…

and remember out there: YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY-or if you are a real horse girl or not.

Mimi Time is feeling snug.

"Now we have arrived in the country side"
“Now we have arrived in the country side”

I am feeling snug as a bug in a rug.

It is raining cats and dogs outside and I am sitting in my bedroom and feeling so cosy. I love rainy Sundays. Nothing to do apart from maybe a little nap later…

So. The move to the country side has taken place and it wasn’t as bad as I feared. I had help from very nice friends and all my stuff was in the cars within an hour and when we got to the stable it took us less than an hour to bring everything up, clean the fridge and take my bed apart and put it back together. In my mind moving always looks so much worse and I worry for weeks about it, but when it arrives it is not as painful as expected. By now I have unpacked most of my boxes, apart from the once that have the B-stuff in it. The stuff that you don’t really need but couldn’t throw away. That kind of stuff. Although I have to say, not having a TV anymore it is kind of nice to have old stuff around, as I can sit on my sofa and read books or go through old note books. I finally have time to read my father’s notes on his life (he wrote a little book about his life and gave it to me about 2 years ago…)

What is my life like, now that I live on a horse farm?

I wake up  to the sound of the horses’s hooves and their calling to each other. Then I get up and go and feed my horse and his biting new friend. A nice companion, but quite jealous. Every time I bring hay or other snacks, he bites my horse in fear he might not get enough (I know this feeling from somewhere, although I rarely bite other people…) Then I ride or do a little work (the horses are on the field and don’t need so much attention at the moment) or just hang out and in the evening I sit on my sofa and read books or look at general B-stuff.- Sounds idyllic? It actually is. I feel really calm, apart from when my internet is disappearing or my phone does weird things (help is so much further away now)…

Also my cat has gotten used to the new apartment now and really likes to go up and down the stairs, hunt flies all night and suspect mice behind the walls. I told her she will be able to go outside, after the initial 2 weeks, so that she’ll find her way back-

"I am not staying inside my friend..."
“I am not staying inside my friend…”

-but my cat does not believe in patience (like me?) Last night I woke up as there was no sound of fly chasing to be heard and no cat steps on the stairs, so I got up and went looking for Dotty. No Dotty down stairs, no Dotty on the sofa, in the kitchen, the bathroom or under the sofa. No cat at all…

I put some shoes on and went downstairs into the stable, maybe the cat had climbed out of the window? No cat there either. I called her. Nothing. So I went back upstairs and then over sudden a black cat jumped through the open window back into the bathroom. Good that I am not that easily spooked. The cat had been up on the roof for a little night tour. So, now that window has to stay closed.

Today the cat then tried to get out of a half opened window and got stuck in it, so I had to rescue her. So, now window number two has to be closed too…I guess the cat will be very happy when she can finally eat mice for dinner and I will be happy to be able to open ALL my windows again…

and lovelies do remember:

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY- even when you are in your stinky stable clothes…