Filed Under (Uncategorized) by on 30-03-2007
im glad today is friday. its finally again, my long awaited weekend. i hope the weather’s is going to be hot and sunny tomorrow. i wanna go to the beach, this time with mike. i only have this saturday and sunday off, while mike’s getting this saturday till next sunday off.. *pouts* i told him he could have gone back to kentucky to visit his family and friends, but i guess he decided to stay indoors.. just relaxing. that works for me.. so i get to come home to him everyday! yay!
i have an early class tomorrow. saturday class. kinda sucks because i rather have it on wednesdays so i can have my full weekend completely off. but i guess you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do.
pupster is staring back at me at this moment. she’s so adorable i tell ya. as cheeky as she is, she’s still my baby [...]
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Filed Under (Uncategorized) by on 05-03-2007
The ball made a hisss-thwack as it went from man to boy and back. And each time the man palmed the ball, he considered each throw carefully, making sure to look at the boy’s mitt and point his arm like he saw some one show some other small boy.
The man liked the sound of the ball, the comfortable rhythm and he recalled the solitary memory of playing catch with his own father. On a summer day, mid-afternoon, the man’s father relenting to the somewhat persistent requests of a boy in wont of his father’s attention.
A borrowed glove, a hardball, and a quiet residential street, the two quickly found the rhythm and heard the satisfactory thwack of ball in mitt. The man had no recollection of learning to throw or ever playing catch again with his father, like he did that afternoon so many years ago. And the man wasn’t able [...]
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