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I was just over reading Earthy's blog post, Asshole!!!. It reminded me of a winter I spent in New York at my Grandparents farm. I was 11 or 12. My Sister and I were sharing a toboggan down the "Drop". Everyone was out that day! It was a scene Normal Rockwell would have painted. Dozens of kids, all ages dressed in snow suites, hats and mittens. We all looked like the Micheline Man! You couldn't tell gender or age! The Sun was out, a foot of new snow on the ground. At the top of the "Drop" there was enough room for 3 sleds to go at the same time. You would just get a hold of the sides when someone would shove you down the hill. The person in the back had to be quick at getting their ass in the seat. Otherwise they were tumbling down the hill. Then it was a 10 minute walk back to the top. On a good day, with all those kids, it worked like a well oiled machine. But not this day. My little sister and I had just made it back to the top and were getting ready for another run when this bully pushes my sister down and tries to take our place. Well, I am a redhead and that was my little sister. So I jumped him. I knocked him down and landed on his side. I jumped up and was yelling at him about being a bully to little kids. He starts getting in my face. So I punch him. He punches me back. Its an all out brawl! Both our fists making contact. Now remember, I am not from this small farm community. I am just visiting, so not to many people know me. But my Uncle, two years older than me, well, he knew me. And he knew who I was fighting. So my Uncle John comes over and grabs us both by the neck. He is yelling at me for getting in a fight. Thats when he looked at me. I had a bloody nose, the starters of a shiner and a swollen lip. So he starts yelling at the other kid. He now sees the damage I inflicted. My Uncle John reads his classmate the riot act for hitting a girl. At this point, the kid was arguing back until he heard the word girl. He stopped dead in his tirade. He was just looking from me to John and back again. I will never forget the look on his face. He grabs my hat off my head. He almost faints when a bunch of long red curly hair tumbles down. He just stand there speechless. John grabs our sled and my sisters hand. He yells at me to come on. He mumbled something about Gram fixing my eye. Once home, I get in trouble for fighting but rewarded for protecting my sister. I did get quite a shiner. The next day the kid shows up at the door asking for me. He has flowers. He begs my forgiveness. I refuse. He showed up every day for two weeks. He brought gifts each time. He even professed his love and asked my Uncle if he could date me. LOL I am a redhead though. I never did give in. I saw him years later at my Grams funeral. He came over to me at the wake. He told me I broke his heart when I broke his nose! LOL There is a song for Truman! LOL There is a difference between a good BJ and a bad BJ. |
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5/19/2008 5:16 pm |
I think the song went, "You broke my heart so I busted your jaw." LOL I'm a redhaed but I never had that kind of moxie. Good for you!
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 5/18/2008 12:13 pm |
Omg that was a fun read!!!!! You broke his nose and his heart!!!! lol I love red locks!!!!!   Robin Hood was far too good. You got to pick a pocket or two! 
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 5/16/2008 8:37 pm |
10 yr old is #5 for us... You have NO idea! Strap in tight for the crazy ride to come!
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5/16/2008 4:41 pm |
Good story. I've always had a thing for Tom boys.  If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly.
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5/16/2008 1:24 pm |
canyaz from Kansas, Got the lyrics for your song completed, baby! Willie's worked out the chords for it right now!  She Broke My Poor Tender Hear t(When She Busted Up My Nose)
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5/16/2008 6:41 am |
great story! webspry
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5/15/2008 10:46 pm |
Good for you for taking up for your little sister. My sister used to get into it with kids older than her when she was in grade school; usually boys. She'd come rushing in the house, slam the front door and lock it. Then she'd tell in between gasps for air they were after, why and how many. I always had to go outside, read them the riot act, and sometimes smack a few of them around. Nobody got to fight with my sister but me!
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5/15/2008 8:17 pm |
Way to go girl, there are time when we just dig in our heels and go for it.
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5/15/2008 5:38 pm |
Did you finally accept his apology? Or did you want to brawl with him again? I am JoJo the Circus Boy!
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5/15/2008 4:08 pm |
It's unanimous: that was a great story! You broke his heart when you broke his nose. That's priceless, tough a really tough way to get a guy's attention. There is something tremendously alluring about a woman who gives as good as she gets (Katharine Hepburn, anyone?). Stop by and see me sometime
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5/15/2008 12:52 pm |
I love it, darlin'! She broke my tender heart When she busted my nose. The fight was all my fault, So I brought'er a red rose. Sing it Willie!
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5/15/2008 9:31 am |
LMAO!!  I have always fallen for women who beat the shit out of me!! LOL LOL
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5/15/2008 7:43 am |
LMAO! YOU damned redheads (and yes, I am married to one)! I think you have to cross with an old 'baca mule to get a redhead. Only damned WAY you can even get close to the stuborness they exhibit! Funny thing is, my 12 yr old gives my wife a run for her money in that dept. It is hilarious to watch. They can go at each other seeing who is more stubborn for nearly an hour!
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5/15/2008 7:37 am |
That was a great story thanks for sharing!
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5/15/2008 7:33 am |
I love that story. You should have given in, LOL The dreamy look in your eyes is giving me a tropical contact high.
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