When Paint Girl told me she was goin' public with her blog, I said ooh, ooh, let me interview you! Then everyone can learn a little more about you and the great stories you'll write about!
And really, I just like to interview people. What can I say, I was a journalist-publishing-mogul-wannabe when I was a teen.
A great interviewer always needs a great location. It was too nice out to sit inside at Paint Girl's desktop. Besides, after a very adrenaline packed hour-and-half of Appaloosa Vaccinations and Teeth Floating Rodeo, we settled for nothing less than Gatorades, sunscreen, and the warm sun on Paint Girl's deck.
Every great journalist needs an assistant, and Simba the cat was more than willing to help out.
I should add, just for you Paint Girl, I put in some of my favorite photos I've taken of your pets.
Pony Girl: If you weren't into horses, what would you be doing more of? Paint Girl: Well my house would be cleaner! No, really, probably riding Quads, shooting guns, playing more sports like basketball or horseshoes (Paint Girl is not a girly-girl, no siree!)
Pony Girl: If you could live someplace else, where would it be? Paint Girl: I researched this place in Colorado, I think near the city of Pluebo, maybe southeast Colorado? Where it is sunny 330 days of the year. I would live there!
Pony Girl: What has been your scariest moment with horses? (besides getting a vet bill.) Paint Girl: When I was 15 I took my horse on a camping trip with my friend and her family and I rode my horse in the water and almost drowned. (Okay sis, you will have to tell us the whole story on your blog one day!)
Pony Girl: What do you like best about me? Paint Girl: (Pauses. A little too long. Just kidding.) I like that we share a passion for horses and can spend time together enjoying them. I like that you are easy to talk to.
Okay so this guy isn't really her pet, but he lives on the farm!
Pony Girl: I know you practically have a zoo at the Painted Creek, but what animal would you like to have that you currently don't? Paint Girl: Let's see....no cow. No pig because I'd get too attached and couldn't eat it. Maybe a bird, a big bird. Like a blue and gold macaw. (This is interesting. When Paint Girl and I were kids, our family had a blue and gold macaw named Chico. He loved bananas and french toast with syrup and was very, very loud. Paint Girl, do you remember how loud he was?) Or chickens. We could do those, it'd be nice to have fresh eggs.
Pony Girl: What would be your next breed of dog? Paint Girl: A Boston Terrier. Or another Australian Shepherd, but I'd check into the breeding and temperament of it's parents better next time.
Pony Girl: What is your dream job? Paint Girl: Working with animals. (Paint Girl is currently not working with animals. Well, maybe of the human kind. Meaning, she works in retail.)
Pony Girl: What is a goal you have for your horses? Paint Girl: I would like to have my horses finished and not perpetually greenbroke. Oh, and I have one for my other half (Paint Girl's cowboy.) I'd like him to learn to tack up his own horse! (Oops, I mean Paint Girl's boy. I think cowboys can saddle their own horse.)
Paint Girl Short Takes:
Beer or Margarita? Beer Wrangler or Cruel Girl? Cruel Girl Saddle Seat or Hunter/Jumper? Saddleseat (I'd do country pleasure on an Arabian.) Mexico or France?Mexico Chocolate or candy? Candy
Alright folks, that's it. I hoped you learned a little more about my sister. I tried to be nice and not drudge up any really embarrassing stories or factoids. I figured I'd let her decide what crazy tales she wants to share on her blog. But trot on over and say howdy if you haven't already!
Love you lots, little sis!
P.S. In the end, Simba was not such a great assistant. Her note-taking abilities were hindered tremendously by her falling asleep in the sun!