LadyBrinx and I go way back ... we remember the 80's.
(The hottie wearing knee socks and cowboy boots with shorts—that would be me.)
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Before there was BFF
If you ever should find time to browse the Squid Princess Encyclopedia, under Best Friends Forever you will find LadyBrinx.
I don't remember exactly how and where we met, other than it involved me riding my first horse Sugar down by the lake, and she had moved into a lake cottage.
In the summer, I'd ride down to the lake (about a quarter mile) and the "lake kids" would take turns riding Sugar and petting Spirit. She was the most horse-crazy of them all, and we started hanging out together at the farm as well, brushing horses and talking horses and mostly staying out of trouble.
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Youth not misspent
Looking back, I guess there were a lot worse things we could have been getting into.
We played with Breyer horses and Barbies, Cabbage Patch dolls and My Little Ponies, but mostly just pretended to BE horses—galloping around and pulling up handfuls of grass and making straw beds in the barn and getting excited over a pile of found oats.
We (meaning 'me'—the eldest by 2+ years) might have been a little old for that kind of make-believe, but in those times we were mostly unsupervised all day long, no cell phones, no internet, parents gone and nothing much to do miles from civilization but look for worms under rocks, or try to find and pick up enough empty cans on the way to the one store within walking distance to buy ourselves a candy bar.
One of the worst things I can remember us doing, is attempting to bake "horse cookies" at my dad's house unsupervised, and the concoction leaked all over inside the oven and burned, and I had to clean it.
LadyBrinx at a model horse show
Some girls don't grow out of horses
In the 90's I sold most of my collection on eBay, keeping only a sentimental few, and we both produced several show quality "etchies" in those years.
Why I know we're real friends:
- When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad.
- When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
- When you smile -- I will know you are plotting something evil that I must be involved in.
- When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get.
- When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining.
- When you are confused -- I will use smaller words.
- When you are sick -- stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.
- When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
WE GO WAY BACK
I believe we met in 1985.
I guess that means we're OLD friends!
Now look at us ...
All grown-up with kids of our own!
Feels like I'm telling them the "uphill, both ways" tales when I explain to my kids how we used to spend all day outdoors, no electronic toys, no phones or music, building things out of sticks and twine, picking up trash around the farm and along the road without being asked, catching frogs and turtles, exploring way back in the woods.
Seems nearly impossible to pry the handheld game from my son's grip, or detach the cell phone from the young lady's ear long enough to get them to go past our mailbox, but I do love that they have the opportunity to grow up out here in the middle of nowhere, with less opportunity for trouble to find them.
LadyBrinx and I are certain that we NEVER gave our own parents this much trouble. *g*
us riding Spirit & Sugar in a big parade, 1987




