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February 02, 2006
Hi! I'm Cold Meat!
When i was 7 we moved to the next town over. To me this was a world away. When i woke up the first morning i was so tired. I didn't know where i was at. I was wearing a pink night-gown with Barbie on the front. I walked into the living room and scanned the living room and kitchen to see if mommy and daddy was up. I saw a flash of something out of the kitchen to my left. Ah my daddy was up! Then all of a sudden the front door fly's open and light floods the living room. I took a step back and there he was. He was wearing a cowboy hat and two plastic guns in holsters wrapped around his hip. I saw his lips move, "Hi I'm cold meat! ...............DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. at the top of my lungs I SCREAMED. . My Daddy comes running into the front room. I looked up at him as he stared at the strange boy in the door way. I was learning sign and reading lips at the time. But instead of "HI I'm Coby" i saw, "Hi I'm cold meat!"
Coby was a kid that lived down the street. My brother and Coby became best friends. They would run around the house shooting each other, while i was in my own world of Softball and Barbie Dolls. Every Friday night Coby would come over and spend the night. I liked Coby because he actually understood i couldn't hear. He would look at me and talk slowly. He was so patient for a little boy. But of course we wasn't good friends like him and my brother. I mean after all he still had Kooty's. He had all the newest video games, toys, and clothes. He had everything. His mom and dad would go to Canada alot. And they would bring back the newest games that was not let out in America yet. Saturday morning he would go with us to my softball games. I remember always looking over to see what my brother and Coby was up to. They never really watched the game unless i came up to bat, then my brother would stop and watch. At this age i was moved up with the older girls to play. The rule was you can play up in age but not go back down again. And this way i could play with my older sister. One day i came up to bat and my brother and coby came up to the fence behind me.. i glanced over to see them right up against the fence. This is when i broke coby's index finger. Foul ball went straight back and hit him in the fingers that was poking through the fence. That will teach him i thought! Of course when i found out i actually broke his finger.. i maybe was a tad upset.
Ok this is to be continued. ... a little to hard for me to do the whole story at one time
Buttercup
Posted by DeAnna at February 2, 2006 09:26 PM
Comments
He that commits a fault thinks everyone speaks of it... Joshua
Posted by: Joshua at November 22, 2006 11:08 AM
A man of words and not of deeds is like a garden full of weeds... Rawsone
Posted by: Rawsone at November 22, 2006 12:30 PM
A man of words and not of deeds is like a garden full of weeds... Rawsone
Posted by: Rawsone at November 22, 2006 12:30 PM
To take the bull by the horns... Randall
Posted by: Randall at November 24, 2006 11:19 PM