by ann cofield

Created on: August 17, 2008

To whom it may apply to:
You snooty little bastards here om Helium. My score has gone down as it pertains to what or who reads this. I got on this site to write.. No I haven't published books..I write like I talk. It wasn't good enough, so I fixed it...still was'nt good enough. Yeah I know I spelled that wrong. There goes 18 more points. My husband and I can sit and tell stories to people that love us and total strangers. We are good. We live a full life. A Godly life. We make mistakes. Funny things happen to us during the day and week and month. Writing is about, telling others this stuff. We want you to feel like you were there. We try to make you get it. People on here have to judge...I have done that..my score goes down...why?. I can't have a say? I read too fast? Really there is nothing I can write that would make you get it. The bible tells me not to cast my pearls......amongst swine? Maybe.

Do I sound angry? Yep! Isn't this the catagory? Got your attention? My husband is singing and playing the guitar....have a great night. Fun is singing in the next room. Okay. I have to write more. This site told me so....I won't blab on...so I will tell you a story. I was in Texas, I am from there, so: I saw this poor looking pony standing in mud knee deep...I doubt she was ever petted. I was just visiting and helping my sister at her new store. I had no business there and sure didn't need a horse. I was trying to help. That and 4.76 will get you a Latte. I screwed up alot...I burnt popcorn in the micywave. I was slack 2 minutes. Burnt popcorn makes the store smell. Not good. Strike one. Now did I mention I was working for a controll freak? Yes, my sister. She knew she was a bitch. She just couldn't help it. Oh, back to the horse. I bought Angel. She was green, and kinda stupid. So I left her in Mom and Dads pasture..right to the house. The very first day I had her..and went back to work,..and Dad called and said something scared the horse and off she went through a barbed wire fence. My sister let me go, some distain there, and I went to look for the horse. I was in tears, when I saw my horse, next to another horse..an older horse, like a momma to her. I got her and I led her down the road. I was driving a car and leading her at the same time. My poor old momma was so worried. She was out there and I was scared. She walked up to scared Angel...I said Mom please be carefull, she could do anything...Momma wasn't scared. I realized then. My mother is old and fragile...a horse is like HUGE. They weigh alot. I thought from then on, I wasn't going to show fear. That horse got to know me well. She is doing fine. She is the runt and the little princess of the huge horses that live there...they made mine look like a plug mule.

Learn more about this author, ann cofield.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.