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Saturday, Nov. 16, 2002 - 7:31 p.m. tomorrow, oh, tomorrow. more goodness is in store. wanna know why? my daddy is cooking me some stewed apples. yummy, yum, yum. NOBODY can cook apples like my daddy. not even my aunt roberta or my aunt phyllis and they learned from the best cook ever, my grandma lottie, god rest her soul. i have been cheesing from ear to ear and my dad just keeps laughing at me. he had me be the official soup taster this afternoon when he was doctoring on it. i went back to get some more while he was folding clothes and he goes, 'you are gonna get sick from eating all that soup.' and laughed. i just looked at him and got more. we'll see how long i eat soup before i get sick. today is day one. i know i have managed to get back to the soup again, but you just don't know it's goodness. let me tell you the ingrediants. even if you know what's in it, you still can't work the magic my daddy does with it. tomatoes, corn, lima beans, green peas, string beans, onions, chicken, pork, potatoes, sugar, salt, black pepper, red pepper...i think that is it. and do you know how long that soup has been cooking??? HE STARTED IT LAST NIGHT! yes, that's exactly how they used to cook back in the day. cook it slow and let the flavor get through it all, continuously stiring it. hell, my dad was up at 5:00a.m. stirring that soup. i'll go ahead and let out the secret. y'all though superman was only a comic...but he's for real and he's my daddy. yep, this man is the best. he cooks, he cleans, he does laundry, he a great husband, and awesome father, he fixes cars, mows the grass, sews, washes cars, cuts wood, pays every bill except for the phone bill and EVERYONE in my town knows my daddy. he's the bomb. children love him. old people love him. i love him. i am going to get a copy of one of my childhood pictures and put it on here. it's...cute, i guess. that's what everyone says. but here' the reason i love it. it's obvious i was crying when i see the picture. our family was at the photography studio and me and my sister were getting our pictures done, me in my blue dress and her and her pink dress. (i have no idea why they dressed us backwards that day. i was the one whose nickname was pinky. repeat it and die.) i was about 2 or 3 and my sister was 6 years older than me, so do the math. anyway, as i said, i was crying b/c i didn't want to do it. my sister was sitting behind me w/ her arms around my waist. the photographer was doing all he could do to make me stop crying, but it only worsened the more he did. then, all of a sudden, they hear me stop crying. they look to see why...my daddy had heard me crying and came in the door. i saw him and i immediately stopped crying and started smiling. the whole time my mom was there, which is why i didn't break out in a temper tantrum, but my daddy made the tears go away and put the smile on my face. i think i was a cute kid, but this picture is the most adorable, if i do say so myself. you can see the little tears on my eye lashes, but there smile reaches my eyes and i was cheesing for days. yep, it's official, i am a daddy's girl, and i love it. i am the only child that had never has a spanking. my brother and sister needed them! i didn't. you wanna see this chick turn mean, say one negative thing about my daddy. all sanity leaves my head...all hell breaks loose. i don't think, only act and those who know me will tell you it ain't pretty. well, i think it's about time for some more soup. i've been writing in the diary and editing for hours. i need a break. besides, i have to rest up for next week. cheryl's birthday is on monday and i got her tickets to go see the SAVES THE DAY/ASH concert in winston. until later, much love, peeps. |
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