Saturday, February 24, 2007

ahhhhhh....youth.

I'm so sleepy and can't wait to crawl off into winter slumber but i feel compelled to share some old photos since i've finally got a scanner and i can make this old photo stuff happen.....

This is me when i was maybe 3 or 4 in mendon, n.y.. Everyone thought i was a boy, while i fancied myself to be a dog(seriously, i ate dog food and everything).....i'm chillin' in the yard of the farmhouse with my dog penny. the bulding behind me is an old carriage house full of old carriages. I used to love to tell other kids about the scary old man that lived in there and ate children. I was a country, only child with a flair for the dramatic. Guess i've come full circle then eh?

and this was my best friend bren and i (more like 5 yrs old), playing in the sandbox. no one ever knew what gender either of us were. he once showed me how he could aim his pee all over and even write on the wall.In this photo, I love the hands on hips seriousness with the red stethoscope in his ears.We used to set up these amazing obstacle courses in the pasture with buckets and poles from the horse jumps. Sometimes i wonder whatever happened to bren....

6 comments:

Prairie Chick said...

Glad I found your blog-anyone who lives your life and can make an animal smile is alright with me.

We are in the middle of a snowy night, all snuggled up with a cup of tea. I will be back to check on you, so I can live life through your eyes if only for a moment...

BBC said...

It looks like you had an attitude.

:-)

Hayden said...

That second photo is so great! Seems like everyone is so busy taking pics of each other now that all of the plastic smiles are there from a very young age.

BBC said...

Good morning, Erin, here is a link to one of my old posts that you might enjoy.

The Spiritual Park

Rosie said...

You're adorable.

You should google Bren. I've been surprised how many people from my childhood have gotten in touch with me from my blogging. It's really quite a small world.

BBC said...

I've started looking back through your blog as I get time.

"I've been pleading with the mountains for a while now....please let the weather be kind when the humans come to visit!!!!!
pleeeeeaaaaaasssse."

When the humans come to visit, you don't know how well I understand that statement. Only I often call them monkeys. :-)

Poop, I wouldn't tidy up for company, I'm okay with my mess, I mean comfort.