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Monday, January 22, 2007

My Little Pony

There you are, one day. Driving around on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

You're talking on the mobile (naughty habit, but you dare to, because traffic is light), perhaps a little downbeat, when something catches your eye.

Up in the distance.

You can't quite see it. But you know it's unusual. What could it be?





Seems like an odd little U-Haul trailer. Wait, is that movement inside?

Then you notice something no U-Haul hitch-wagon could have, and you think to yourself,

"HOOVES!"





Ponies!! Two cute, sweet little ponies! Riding on a highway! For rental yet.





Now, I don't know about you, but my parents gave me an 8th birthday party that I'll never forget.

I had clowns (hated it).

I had balloons and a helium machine (s'okay, got to hear my dad in a Mickey Mouse voice).

I had that ice-cream red cake with vanilla icing (mm-mmm).

And being a thoughtful hostess, yes even at that tender age, I had thank you presents for the kids who showed up (baby ducklings, one per household).

But the piece de resistance, the make-em-or-break-em of any kiddie party, were the pony and trap rides!

To this day, I can see my 8 year-old self on that pony, a little white sweatheart of a patient beast -- and am transported into such a joy, that it instantly feels like having your feet tickled.

I was on the cellphone with Renato when I saw this pony show on the road, and if he is to be believed, the conversation went like this:


"Well, yeah, I stalked out, in a snit, and was driving around for a while, a bit depressed. Hmm? Yeah, it happens, we're all a little down sometimes, OH MY GOD A PONY!!"


What, weren't you 8 ever before?

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  • When I was taken to circus as a child, I was terrified, and to this day, will not go to the circus. Why?

    1.) Animals behind bars. Animal criminals was too much for my young mind.

    2.) Feather plumes stuck, (I thought) directly in the horses heads! Horrifying!

    3.) No one told me the clowns were wearing makeup. I thought that's how they really looked. What a nightmare!

    4.) I saw the women standing on the horses while they were being riden, and thought they were crushing the horses with their weight!


    Ponies are cool though...

    By Blogger Ron, at Mon Jan 22, 03:23:00 pm GMT-5  

  • Your experience on the road is a real-life version of the old joke where one continues to struggle even though covered in the muck of life because "there must be a pony in here somewhere."

    But for you there was. Bravo!

    P.S. For my birthday age 8, I got the best present ever invented: Billy Blastoff. Nothing has since surpassed its greatness for a little boy in Nebraska.

    But a pony would've been quite cool, I have to admit.

    By Blogger Pogo, at Mon Jan 22, 06:15:00 pm GMT-5  

  • Yes, thats was pretty funny. I am going to see if I can't blow up that photo to get the number in case you need cheering up!

    Whats a trap ride? "Honey they've got trap rides at the bday party! You know how much little Jimmy loves dismemberment!"

    Baby ducklings...mmmm...yummy! ;)

    By Blogger Renato, at Mon Jan 22, 07:29:00 pm GMT-5  

  • When I was taken to circus as a child, I was terrified, and to this day, will not go to the circus. Why?

    Me too. :(

    But with me it wasn't the circus, but the seaside funfair (in Margate).

    My phobia, however, has counterculture roots.

    My dad loved Judy Collins, and I still remember that 33" he played, with her singing, "Send in the clowns".

    I HATE THAT SONG, and consequently, I became conservative. :)

    1.) Animals behind bars. Animal criminals was too much for my young mind.

    Poor Ron. Hugs. Here, blow.

    2.) Feather plumes stuck, (I thought) directly in the horses heads! Horrifying!

    Good grief! You were very reflective as a kid.

    3.) No one told me the clowns were wearing makeup. I thought that's how they really looked. What a nightmare!

    Hey, I wonder if this is part of the secret behind clown-phobia...?

    I think you worked it out, Ron!

    4.) I saw the women standing on the horses while they were being riden, and thought they were crushing the horses with their weight!

    Well, now, this is just silly. ;)

    Ponies are cool though...

    Very. And lions, and elephants.

    Don't like circus bears though.

    Cheers,
    Victoria

    By Blogger vbspurs, at Mon Jan 22, 09:00:00 pm GMT-5  

  • Welcome to Sundries, Pogo! ;)

    Your experience on the road is a real-life version of the old joke where one continues to struggle even though covered in the muck of life because "there must be a pony in here somewhere."

    Heh. I have never heard of this saying, but it sounds wonderfully evocative.

    But for you there was. Bravo!

    That's me all over.

    Once I read my horoscope and it said that I'd meet a tall, dark stranger and fall in love, and later that day I saw Zo Mourning at the Car Wash!

    Didn't fall in love though, but I blame the suds.

    P.S. For my birthday age 8, I got the best present ever invented: Billy Blastoff. Nothing has since surpassed its greatness for a little boy in Nebraska.

    Awww. I had never heard of this Billy Blastoff, and mind, I saw every last chapter of VH-1's "Top 100 Toys of all Time".

    Did you have Lincoln Logs and a Slinky?

    (For me, it was a Mickey Mouse watch which I got from "Santa" one Christmas. The kind that plays a jingle. One day, I'll a story about that -- but your story in Nebraska mimics mine in London :)

    But a pony would've been quite cool, I have to admit.

    Curiously, I hate unicorns. I used to think they were gay horses. True story.

    Cheers,
    Victoria

    By Blogger vbspurs, at Mon Jan 22, 09:07:00 pm GMT-5  

  • Yes, thats was pretty funny. I am going to see if I can't blow up that photo to get the number in case you need cheering up!

    786...call now, I'm feeling sick!

    Whats a trap ride?

    Well, it's this.

    During the war, when petrol was rationed, milkfloats were in limited supply.

    So my dad remembers the milkman dusting off his trap, and buying a sweet little pony, with which to make the milk rounds.

    Good times.


    "Honey they've got trap rides at the bday party! You know how much little Jimmy loves dismemberment!"

    Boy humour. Blech!

    Baby ducklings...mmmm...yummy! ;)

    See what I mean?

    Mind you, once my paternal grandmother slept outdoors at night, under the stars, and later some fuddy duddy society matron asked her what it felt like to sleep "like the natives in Africa"?

    She replied, "Oh my dear. The squirrels were delicious!".

    That told her.

    Cheers,
    Victoria

    By Blogger vbspurs, at Mon Jan 22, 09:14:00 pm GMT-5  

  • Curiously, I hate unicorns. I used to think they were gay horses.

    They are. They're horses with a strap-on.

    By Blogger Ruth Anne Adams, at Mon Jan 22, 11:18:00 pm GMT-5  

  • They are. They're horses with a strap-on.

    Why, Miss Ruth Anne!

    I always knew the words strap-on would appear on my blog.

    I just didn't know it wasn't going to be me saying them.

    Cheers,
    Victoria

    By Blogger vbspurs, at Mon Jan 22, 11:37:00 pm GMT-5  

  • There is an old story about a little boy who was always optimistic. He always found the good side of everything. He drove people crazy. One day his parents decided to teach him that sometimes bad things happened without a good side. So on his birthday they filled his room with horse manure.

    The little boy jumped in with great abandon and started searching. When asked what he was looking for he replied, "with all this manure there has to be a pony in here somewhere!"


    Wrod Verification: pspafhu (gesundheit)

    By Anonymous BrotherDarryl, at Mon Jan 22, 11:53:00 pm GMT-5  

  • There is an old story about a little boy who was always optimistic. He always found the good side of everything. He drove people crazy. One day his parents decided to teach him that sometimes bad things happened without a good side. So on his birthday they filled his room with horse manure.

    The little boy jumped in with great abandon and started searching. When asked what he was looking for he replied, "with all this manure there has to be a pony in here somewhere!"


    Hehehe. Excellent.

    Did you hear that Joe Theismann gets so much on his co-host's nerves, on ESPN (because every last thing or person or throw, or whatever, is the "best I've ever seen!") that they've taken to calling him:

    Joey Sunshine

    Wrod Verification: pspafhu (gesundheit)

    wldnn!

    Well done, said Joey Sunshine.

    Cheers,
    Victoria

    By Blogger vbspurs, at Tue Jan 23, 01:17:00 am GMT-5  

  • The unicorns aren't "gay"; they're "differently gendered!"

    Go ahead, stroke his horn. He likes it. It will bring you luck!

    And here in the Inland North, the arm of the Lady of the Lake will emerge holding just the right size socket wrench to fix my Chevy...

    By Blogger Ron, at Tue Jan 23, 10:22:00 am GMT-5  

  • No, Ron, they're ghey. Especially that unicorn the National Enquirer found a while back. ;)

    Cheers,
    Victoria

    By Blogger vbspurs, at Wed Jan 24, 02:25:00 am GMT-5  

  • BTW, I was tempted to blog the State of The Union, especially since the Althouse blog is dead until Ann gets a chance to authorise comments.

    But I just can't do it. I'll be busy tomorrow, getting my home ready for the carpet people next week, so hang in there guys.

    Cheers,
    Victoria

    By Blogger vbspurs, at Wed Jan 24, 02:27:00 am GMT-5  

  • I sympathize with the driver of that truck. Many times I've pulled a two-horse trailer through heavy traffic and it's always terrifying. Truck + trailer + equine(s) > 5 tons. Stopping distance? I have no idea and neither do the people who like to cut me off. Moral of the story: if you see a truck pulling a horse trailer, give them plenty of room.

    On the plus side, when you stop for gas you meet friendly people.

    By Blogger Ploorian, at Thu Jan 25, 08:39:00 pm GMT-5  

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