tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78759832552366881062024-02-20T11:07:42.908-05:00A Goat's TaleWelcome to A Goat's Tale!
For those who do not know me, I must explain how the title was born. Here's the short version: my father-in-law has called me goat for over 20 years. We were at a petting zoo with all of the family and the goats would only come to me. He said it was because I was the "head goat"! It could have been worse, there were donkeys there too!Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-76567638205499925852017-03-30T12:38:00.001-04:002017-03-30T12:42:28.203-04:00I LOVE GOOD FRIDAY! It is full of contentment and joy! <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> I've been looking through our church's service for Good Friday today. I've not felt all that great this week and I have fought hard trying not to feel behind in work. I do not always win this battle but this week I can happily say I've been quite successful in winning because of my sweet Lord. He taught me to work hard other days to plan ahead for days like today. He also provided a husband who spoils me beyond what anyone deserves much less me, and a very patient and understanding boss, bless them!</span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"> And He also created some wonderful soothing medicines like peppermint oil, cinnamon oil, lavender</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">, and of course Nutella! I may gain a couple of pounds but boy do I smell great! Is it possible to overdose on oil? Definitely not Nutella because I've tested that many a time over! And obviously albuteral, however you spell it, helps with asthma and gives a burst of energy! Actually I might need to back off of that a little.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> Back on track!!! In school today Clayton and I talked about contentment and joy in all things, even in the times that aren't so fun. What is the REAL source of all my contentment and joy? For today I can tell you it is not Easter. (Send any complaint emails to our church administrator. He's really nice.) Today it is Good Friday. Yes contentment and joy from Good Friday. Contentment and joy doesn't mean that I'm fully healed or full of energy or didn't have the flu, or I'm not having to keep my panic in check as the Nutella starts to empty out! It doesn't always mean that things are great. It just means that for today's tasks I've chosen to find the GREAT in them, in the good and bad, plenty and want (I think some famous disciple wrote about that in a book I believe is the best of all times. I recommend you check it out!) </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> Sitting here and listening to the music for our Good Friday service and thinking about the topic, I realized we talk a lot about Easter as Christians. We should talk a lot about Easter and we could never talk about Easter enough. But what about Good Friday? How can I claim to love Easter without recognizing, respecting, grieving, and rejoicing just as much or maybe even more over Good Friday? Lots of churches have a Good Friday service.</span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> I'm thankful to be part of a church and a staff that sees the importance</span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> of a Good Friday service. I'm not honest if I don't admit that the first year we decided to do it I pushed back a little, ok a lot. And possibly the next year. (Bless our Pastor's heart and his patience!) </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> With full and sincere heart I can say Good Friday has now become one of my most favorite services. What???? But isn't it a lot of extra work? And isn't it on a Friday night? And isn't it about DEATH? Yep, yep, and yep. But it is also about contentment and joy. A Son found contentment in completing the task before Him, even though He knew it would also be the most excruciating and painful task He would face as a human. And He found joy in being obedient to His Father because He loves Him, and He loves me and He didn't want to live without me. Oh what a beautiful thought! He found joy in knowing it was the only way to bring me to Him. Contentment and joy in pain,sorrow, grief, and LOVE.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> No doubt I will cry at least one tear. I'll try not to and I'll hope not to but let's just be real, we all remember Christmas Eve even though we're not allowed to talk about it! Good Friday tears will be tears of grief over the pain of needing to be saved because of what my sin and shame caused and knowing He had to wear my in and shame. But it will be followed with contentment and joy for the same reasons. Contentment that because of Good Friday I have peace in a life with a Father who provides for my every need, even unto death. Joy in no more sin or shame to answer for because of the contentment and joy that Jesus displayed. Now He displayed a lot more but for today, contentment and joy. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> So GO to a Good Friday service (I know one at 7 pm at Guilford Elementary in Greensboro that is going to be amazing!). GO and take your family, your friends, your enemies. GO and love Good Friday!</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I LOVE GOOD FRIDAY! And Easter is so much more amazing because of it!</span></span>Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-23751045759732441202016-05-06T08:19:00.002-04:002016-05-06T08:27:24.878-04:00An Overwhelming HomeI think about Guatemala all of the time. No really, ALL of the time. Evey day several, more than several, times an hour. Some days it is a stronger feeling. I can close my eyes and then I can even smell the beautiful city and feel the weight of the pews and bump of the bus ride. I can smell the pancakes and feel the Gerona grass under my shoes. I can feel the hugs of Delmi and hear the laughter of Pastor Carlos without understanding a word he says! I see the beautiful women who cook our delicious meals sneak me some fried plantain before anyone else gets in :). I see the ladies laughing and crying and fellowshipping with each other. I see the kids running in the main room in a mass of happy chaos! I hear the neighbors bird calling for its "momma". Or at least that's what it sounds like. I can see the city likes in the numerous times I get up during the night. I can see my Guatside ladies praying and laughing as we drink our coffee and eat our afternoon cookie. (OK, cookiessss.) I see chains of rape, murder, abuse of every kind broken. I see papers of lies being burnt and evil rebuked after a night of fretful sleep. I see people smiling as they live in the poorest conditions you can NEVER imagine.<br />
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I can always hear, see, feel, even smell Guatemala when I close my eyes. Then there are days when I don't even invite it in and it hits me so hard that it's there when my eyes are open. And I'm almost afraid to close my eyes because I know when I open them I won't be there and suddenly there is a need to pray so strongly for the school and church building that you even search the web for any news. It is a strange feeling to be homesick at home. It's not something you can describe fully. It is more than a feeling. It is an aching, a longing, a get me on a plane right now feeling.<br />
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I don't understand how some who have been don't feel this. I don't understand how some who have never been don't see the need to support it to be honest. I just know why we do.</div>
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Wait, why what?????? Too much can be put behind that word "why". But only one phrase really fits to sum up all of the words, "Because He told me to". That is why.</div>
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Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-46447582450786458452015-07-11T12:08:00.002-04:002015-07-11T12:08:31.131-04:00Going Backwards to GuatemalaWell, I guess there's no more denying it. I'm home from Guatemala. Technically I've been back almost a week, but not in my heart. For some people, the adjustment back home is pretty smooth. For others it's not as smooth but they quickly adjust. And then there are those like me. We are "those" people. The people who are thankful to be home but grieve not being in Guatemala. I expected it so I prepared myself. I took many steps to insure my grief would not injure or harm anyone else. <br />
Step 1: Make sure to have plenty of Nutella.<br />
Step 2: Make sure to have the jar of Nutella open and close by when looking at pictures from Guatemala.<br />
Step 3: NO TRIPS TO WALMART FOR AT LEAST A WEEK (unless you are out of Nutella, but don't make eye contact with anyone)<br />
Step 4: Make sure to have Nutella in your mouth if you watch any videos of Guatemala.<br />
Step 5: Warn any visitors that you may still be in your pajamas at 3:00 in the afternoon eating Nutella. (Don't judge)<br />
Step 6: Be open to any other steps that could help you get through the first week (like Costco pizza, great friends, sisters, and fries with gravy and cheese. Again, don't judge me.)<br />
I also like to play the Guatemala backwards game. "This time last week I was...". This brings smiles, tears, and Nutella. So now that I'm officially back I'll be playing the backwards game while blogging the trip for those who so graciously supported us. And I'll try my best to meet each day, each "normal" task, just as my Guatemalan family does, with grace. Grace is the best word I can describe as I see in my mind the ladies walking back to their homes after the retreat. Nothing but grace. I will think about Azucena walking down her dusty road singing her song to the Lord. I will think about Carlitos and his mom walking him to a safe school for a kid with autism. I will think about the mom I didn't know I would need but God did so He gave me Carmen. I will think about her touching my face and calling me precious with a kiss on the forehead. I will think about riding the bus with my Cowboy and sharing an earbud :). I will think about turning around on the bus and watching my son being folded right into the teens and sweet Karen as they accepted him just as God created him. I will yell out "GUAT SIDE" and be ok with people thinking I'm crazy (it wouldn't be the first time). I will cry. I will laugh. I will praise the Lord for the love my family has for Guatemala. And I will trust Him to work more miracles if He wants us to return sooner than a year. On the outside I may seem the same. But on the inside I will once again be changed by the experience my Lord was so gracious to ask me to be a part of. <br />
I will look forward to taking moments this week to go backwards to Guatemala. I won't expect it to be as amazing as being there. But I know I will be AMAZING and PRECIOUS". God already told me so. I'll share how as we go backwards together.<br />
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<br />Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-51951972274314081002014-12-15T22:11:00.004-05:002014-12-15T22:11:55.875-05:00Sometimes I Have To Scream Out!Let me forewarn you. This may not start out pretty.<br />
Every once in awhile I think about Clayton having autism and I just get angry! It seems to be happening more often and the catalysis for the angry mom can be different at times, but no doubt it is always deep and always real and always ends in tears. <br />
This time it began with a lot of "whys". Why does he have to struggle so differently? Why can't he go to school like everyone else and learn? Why can't he have the same experience he did today every day? (He had an awesome day at school. They read Christmas stories and drank hot chocolate :)). Back to the angry mom!<br />
While this time of the "angry mom" began with "whys'", it quickly turned into "whats". Some of them I had only visited very briefly with but never allowed myself to really get to know these "whats". What if he isn't able to go to this amazing school next year? What if he won't ever live on his own? What if he won't get married? What if he won't have a regular job? What will happen to him when, not if, something happens to us?<br />
Since I'm being honest, I'll say it. I hate these questions. I hate them because I don't have the answers, or not the answers I think I should have.<br />
So I texted my BFF to pray for me and these "whys" and "whats". And like the great BFF she is, in the middle of her own struggle today, she prayed for me and encouraged me to look up an old song called Praise the Lord. I found that song, and a new song with the same name. I could highlight the words from each that speak so preciously to my heart but it is pretty much all of them! So I'll post them below and encourage you to read them.<br />
Before I post them though, let me take another minute to tell you what God said to me through my friends prayer and the songs. "In every moment, Jesus Christ is Lord," (Oops I quoted a line from the song!) God also said to me that His promises over Clayton's life WILL NOT CHANGE! He has great things for Clayton! Sometimes we have to scream out to God the "whys" and "whats" before we can be reminded of the great promises and see the great to come. I've been fighting these all day. Actually, the "whats" I've been avoiding fighting for more than today. <br />
My precious Savior didn't avoid the "whys". "Why Father? Why have You forsaken me?" Jesus had been beaten, starved, and endured nails being driven through his hands and feet, I'm sure he didn't ask in a calm sweet voice. He was in pain! And how painful was that moment for Jesus to get to the point of crying out to His Father, God Almighty? After all, He was Jesus! But not long after that moment He said something else. He said, "It is finished." He knew even through the pain that something great was going to happen! He claimed the hardest part was over. His Father would redeem Him!<br />
I know my Father, Clayton's Father, will redeem him too. I know because He says He has "plans to prosper him, not harm him." I know because Clayton is God's child and he will "inherit everything the Son inherits". <br />
OK, maybe I will quote another song lyric, "Praise the Lord, for the chains that seem to bind you drop powerless behind you when you praise Him." Drop powerless behind me chains! I praise You Lord for the miracle of Clayton! I praise You for the fact that He does not change! I praise You that I can walk today! I praise You that Clayton had a great morning of fun at school! I praise You Lord for sending me a hot cowboy to be my husband! I praise You Lord that said hot cowboy husband is faithful every day in providing for us financially and spiritually! I praise you Lord that said hot cowboy husband also loves me like crazy, in spite of my crazy! And now I will praise You Lord for cheeseburger macaroni with my family :).<br />
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<br />Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-55427546499800946042014-10-08T08:46:00.002-04:002014-10-08T08:46:31.552-04:00I see You!! I hear You!!<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So this morning there was a lunar eclipse. According to the news, both local and social, the best times were 3:00, 4:15, 5:15, 5:30, 6:00, 6:45... So we went with 6:25 because that's when Clayton was getting up. It was pretty cloudy as I was out first walking the dogs. But suddenly the clouds cleared and it was the brightest red moon I'd ever seen. I yelled, in the dark, for everyone to come out but at first they didn't hear me. Once they did the clouds came back. But no worries, they eventually cleared and we all got to see how amazing it was. This was only the first of the many ways Jesus was fighting for my attention this morning just so He could say I love You. The sunrise on the way to school was amazing! Then I saw the most beautiful rainbow that went straight into the sky, not turning, but like a light shooting straight up from the ground and getting lost in the clouds. The earth was saying it loves Jesus too! Then I got the sweetest text from my gift, my Cowboy. Oh how I love him! Once I got home my niece who was staying with MeeMaw shouted out the window,"I love you Aunt LaLa!". </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Oh it's just too much Lord. I knew what He was doing. He was saying,<i> "Good morning my most precious creation. Don't forget, I love you, no, I adore you. When you look around at all of these beautiful things and find joy when they shine their brightest, remember that I have even greater joy when I look down and see you shine. You are amazing!"</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That is MY Jesus! That is MY Father! That is His Heart inside of me! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">All I could say to Him was this, <i>"I see You Lord, I hear You Lord, and I love You, no, I adore You!"</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lots of things will fight for my attention today,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> </span><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.5636348724365px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>But I will sing of Your strength; </b></span></span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.5636348724365px;">I will sing aloud of Your steadfast love in the morning. For You have been to me a fortress and a refuge in the day of my distress. Psalm 59:16</span>.</b></i> I pray Lord I will remember that You are willing to fight the hardest for my attention, I just need to acknowledge You. And nothing will ever compare to the beauty of the fight You will display for me, both in the good and the not so good. I will see You, I will hear You. I love You, no, I adore You!</span>Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-66562337711346586092013-04-11T22:49:00.003-04:002013-04-11T22:49:44.642-04:00Made for more than "this"<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> I was driving home tonight and the song <strong>Beautiful by Mercy Me</strong> came on. The premise of the song is that sometimes we all feel like we're unworthy when in Jesus we are actually worthy. <strong>BUT</strong> God told me something else in that song. I was struggling with some bitter thoughts towards a person when the song came on. Part of the chorus says, "You're beautiful, you're beautiful. You are made for so much more than all of this." I heard God saying to me, you are beautiful and I made you for something more than all of this bitterness. Bitterness is not beautiful, but I made you beautiful so let it go!!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> That got me to thinking. "This" is different to all of us at all different times in our lives. Tonight my "this" was bitterness. Yesterday it was shame. Tomorrow it may be attitude or impatience with the slow cashier. Or it my be unforgiveness, physical pain, emotional pain, scarring from a hurt so deep its been hidden. Whatever "this" is for me, and for you, in this moment, we were made for so much more than "this". I am beautiful, I was made for so much more than "this", so I will let it go, or I'll try to let it go, or show me how to, or give me endurance to push through today's "this". But whatever my "this" is I am going to remember that <strong>I was made for so much more.</strong> Why am I so much more than "this"? Because <strong>I am His</strong>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well"</span><br />
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Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-88999406041351517912012-06-01T16:20:00.001-04:002012-06-01T16:20:42.649-04:00Turning ElevenClayton is turning eleven in six days.. How did we get here so fast. It seems like we were just starting to try to get pregnant, and now we are done. Turning eleven means a lot to him. He said he was just ten and now he will be in his ten's! Well turning eleven means a lot to me too.<br />
Turning eleven means time is going by fast and I need to make sure I'm spending every moment I can watching him, laughing with him, "instructing" him, and plain old loving on him through all of those things and so much more.<br />
The above means turning eleven is saying to the calendar, slow down. <br />
Turning eleven means he's almost big enough to sit up front in the car. But it doesn't mean he has control of the radio.<br />
Turning eleven also means he's ALMOST a preteen. ALMOST!<br />
Turning eleven means he's officially the oldest kids among most of our friends. He's in a new category all together, but I love that he doesn't care and loves to play with all of them.<br />
Turning eleven means a lot more too, and a lot to both of us. But there is one thing it does not mean. It does not mean he is not my baby. He will always be my 5 pound 8 ounce little monkey. He's just heavier and I can actually understand what he's saying.<br />
Slow down calendar. Slow down just a little bit.Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-60223904593321431692011-04-01T08:09:00.000-04:002011-04-01T08:21:27.364-04:00Mercies!Wow its been awhile! I think of things to blog about all of the time but I've been lazy. Yep, no other word to say about wanting to do something but never doing it except-Lazy! But I am choosing not to be lazy this morning because I am surrounded by such blessings. I've thinking about all we've been through, me, Richard, Clayton. We are so blessed to be loved by so many people. Their love is just amazing and I know the source of that love. And I know that ultimately its only the love that Jesus gives that has given me any peace and endurance through hard times. His love leaves me speechless. His unfailing love leaves me speechless. Abuse, terrible choices I've made, MS, infertility, autism, miscarriages, my husband going to a job he hates every day with willingness and humbleness, .................................................................. I am speechless Lord. Mercies!Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-63478060168221677732010-05-07T18:24:00.001-04:002010-05-07T21:14:50.336-04:00Mother's Day at Clayton's School!Here's the essay Clayton wrote at school today along with a "fill-in" sheet about me! Both tears and laughter were present.<br />"My mom is helpful when she helps me with my homework. She wakes me up in the morning at 6:30. She picks me up after school. I love her so so much. She is the best mom I could ever have. I love her. She helps me with my math. She loves me. She helps me with my homework. She reads me bedtime stories. She kisses me good night. She drives me to school in the mornings.. She makes me breakfast. She makes my lunch. She helps me clean my room. She lets me take a ten minute break during my homework. She is nice to me. Love, Clayton"<br />Fill-in the blanks:<br />My my mom is <strong>33 </strong>years old. She weighs <strong>10</strong> pounds and is <strong>10 </strong>feet tall. Her favorite food is <strong>tacos</strong> and for fun she likes to <strong>play.</strong> Her shoe size is <strong>8. </strong>My mom is funniest when she <strong>dances.</strong> When mom gets mad she sometimes <strong>gets mad. </strong>She sleeps <strong>10</strong> hours at night and looks like <strong>flowers </strong>when she gets up. Her favorite place to shop is at <strong>Wal-Mart</strong> <em>(smart boy). </em>It takes mom <strong>8</strong> hours to put on her make-up. My mom is pretty as a <strong>butterfly</strong> and a sweet as a <strong>flower</strong>. I love my mom and wouldn't trade her for a <strong>dime.</strong><br />Top 10 reasons why I love my mom:<br />10. I love my mom because she reads me<strong>: bedtime stories</strong><br />9. I love my mom because she helps me<strong>: with my homework</strong><br />8. I love my mom when she makes me laugh by<strong>: telling me jokes.</strong><br />7. I love my mom because she taught me how to<strong>: read</strong><br />6. I love to hear my mom sing<strong>: anything</strong><br />5. I love my mom because she finds time to<strong>: play</strong><br />4. I know my mom cares because she<strong>: helps me</strong><br />3. I know my mom is smart because she<strong>: knows math.</strong><br />2. I love my mom because she works so hard at<strong>: school.</strong><br /><strong>1. I love my mom because she's the best mom ever!</strong>Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-150662123759530742010-03-15T08:54:00.000-04:002010-03-15T09:34:44.749-04:00Deuteronomy????My friend, for some crazy reason, started reading Deuteronomy a couple of months ago. She shared it with our worship band and it got me curious. I called it crazy because I've never gotten past the first chapter. I have no good excuse but just to say that honestly the Old Testament always scared me, excluding the Psalms and some of Proverbs of course : )!<br /> I never really liked history in school and I thought the old Testament was just a bunch of facts and endless lists of names. I knew all of the "cool" stories of course. Moses and the burning bush, parting of the Red Sea, Daniel in the lions den, David and Goliath, all of those stories we learned as kids, but I was never really taught the power of the words in the Old Testament. Yes its history but now I've found that the statement that "history does not repeat itself" is quite untrue, thanks to my friend who has now gotten me excited about Deuteronomy! Yes, I love it! Yes, I cringe at some verses because of the truth, but mercy sakes shouldn't we shudder with fear and love of our God's power? Isn't that what He asks of us? <br /> OK, so what has me all excited about reading this ancient account of history. Its exciting because I believe I'm living it. These first chapters are all about how Moses lead them out of Egypt and now they are just wondering around looking for the Promised Land. Don't we all have a Promise Land on earth we are waiting for? Dreams, desires that God has placed in our hearts and minds? Some have one and some have a bunch! That would be me!!!!! I know I've reached some of my Promised Lands, like marriage, the birth of a child the doctors told us would never be! Now I'm looking into other plots of Promised Land. You may say that's selfish but goodness isn't God bigger than anything we can imagine? Why wouldn't there be more than one Promised Land for us? He wants best for us in everything. Now sometimes He allows "bad" things to happen because we have consequences to our sin and other times its just because we live in a place that's not the final and most glorious Promised Land, and sometimes its because someone around us sins.<br /> I think what I am learning from this ancient book is that yes, there is a Promised Land, or lands, but its not always that easy to get into it. Sometimes we walk up to a sea and its parted right then and there before our eyes. Love that Grace! Then other times we have to wonder around a bit and go through some experiences before we get into The Land. God asked Moses to make sure that the people knew that this was going to be a challenge and that they needed to follow God's every word and plan in order to reach it. They needed to trust in His provision of food and shelter. They needed to trust in the map to get there. They needed to wait patiently and worship Him through all of this in the mean time. They were going to have hardship, brought by His desire to have them see their need for ONLY Him as their God, and also brought by the ignoring His direction.<br /> I think about that with our Clayton. Yes he was born with autism but God created him in His image. (I didn't make that promise by the way, God told it to me in Genesis : ) ). So Clayton is only supposed to be the best God has created him to be. That's the Promised Land for Clayton. Healing, recovery, and restoration from the side effects of autism. But boy is the journey to the Promised Land difficult at times. I've become an organic, gluten free, milk free, process free, crazy person and it is hard! And sometimes I have to "torture" him in order to teach him to cope with things.<br /> But even with all of the difficulties, challenges, and tears, it doesn't change the Promised Land. Its still the same. I might change the time it takes to get there because i don't follow the map, and sins of the world might change it too, but its still there and its still exactly what its named, a <strong>promise </strong>of perfect beauty, rest, protection, love, endless healing, greater grace than I have known, and its permanent. <br /> Oh the joy of stepping out of the comfort zone of my favorite passages! Now I have new ones. New promises of The Land ahead for myself, my church, and my family and friends. Thank You Lord for history that does repeat itself, just help me not to add to the whole sin part! ha ha. you know I can't be serious for too long! <br /> So what is your Promised Land right now? Go to the may in Deuteronomy and find out how to get there! And let's plan on having coffee at the foot of our King's table when we get the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ultimate</span> Promised Land!Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-75999627222993437902010-01-31T11:46:00.000-05:002010-01-31T12:18:12.919-05:00Melting AwayWow its been awhile, AGAIN!<br />Just had something trigger my blogging mind today. SNOW! It's a four-letter word for me I must admit. I've never really liked the cold weather but especially hated the snow. No reason except for the fact that it disrupts my schedule. Suddenly everything stops and I'm left to see what comes next based on something that is completely out of my control. SURELY I'm not a control freak! That's another blog for another day!<br />Just had a thought about the snow and what happens when it melts away. First of all, it comes to us sometimes with a lot of warning, and then there's nothing. And sometimes we get no warning, and there's a ton of it. And then sometimes it comes with lots of warning, and there's lots of it! I still look at the forecast in disgust and whine and cry about the way it has messed up my schedule. Then once it all melts away I'm left with the never ending mud outside my house and have to use the "redneck bridge" just to get through it and on with what life has for me to do. <br />But still, I am looking out the window at the most beautiful color of white as it falls down and lays on the ground before we dirty it up. And I must admit that because I might be a control freak, sometimes it takes something out of my control to make me stop and enjoy just being here. And for a little while the beautiful white covers up all of the mess and I'm given a break from the schedule. And when it all melts away i do find it a little sad how something so beautiful can become so yucky once it start to fade away. It gets yucky just because the earth is not so clean these days. It gets yucky because I drive over it. It gets yucky because someone else drives over it. It gets yucky because something really yucky happens when my dogs go out in it (and the goats, and cows, and birds, all animals who don't have the knowledge we have in order to keep it from getting yucky, although even with our knowledge we still get the snow yucky. At least the animals have an excuse of ignorance : ) )<br />BUT STILL, as it melts and as the mud comes and the redneck bridge moves a little under my cold feet, I still get across it and I still get to enjoy life after a break from it. The bridge may have holes, the bridge may be shaky, I may even have to hold on to someone to get across and they may even have to help me clean the mud off my shoes, or I may help them, but I still get through it with the tools God has provided for me when I choose to use them.<br />So no I'm still not a fan of snow, but I do see that if I choose to allow it to make me stop and look at things differently for a moment, then maybe the next time it snows it won't be so devastating to my schedule! I'll just take a deep breath, enjoy the break, and get energized to fight the mud once its melts away!Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-70394404253108928852009-11-26T07:32:00.000-05:002009-11-26T08:35:01.099-05:00ThanksgivingOn Thanksgiving I always think of the hymn which is actually a Psalms "For the beauty of the earth, for the glory of the skies. For the love which from our birth, over and around us lies. Lord of all to Thee we raise, this our hymn of grateful praise." In the movie Little Women they sing that song at the wedding! So then I think of that too! I am so ADD about stuff like that.<br /><br />I've not been blogging a lot at all over these past months. Its really a little silly when I think about why I haven't. Mainly, its because most of what's been happening in my mind and life really isn't very funny and I don't like negative or serious stuff. I was hoping to keep that away from my blogging world. But it has come with some challenges. But before I can give thanks for the countless blessings in my life there is part of that Psalms that I want to focus. "For the love which from our birth, over and around us lies."<br /><br />It's that Love from my very birth, and in God's Word it says in the womb too, the Love that OVER and AROUND me lies, that I can admit to the yuck and praise Him too without being one of those "negative about everything" people. Sometimes I look at people's facebook updates and wonder if they ever see any good in their life. (More like, will they choose to see any good). Then I think about my cousin who is dying of Pancreatic cancer. Let me clarify that. Her physical body is but her heart isn't. Her heart is getting ready to physically be with my Lord, now her Lord! It is so sad to know that we won't see her again for awhile. So incredibly sad that she's had to endure so much in just a short time. Those are questions that I don't think will be answered here. All I can say to them is that Adam and Eve sinned and this world is not what God wanted it to be. But I know in the sadness there is such a huge joy to know that she will be healed. Fully, wholly, and completely, without ever having to endure another earthly battle! That even though we didn't receive the healing that we had planned, a greater one will occur. With our healing, we have to stay here and endure more of this crazy world. With her healing, she gets to live in peace literally forever. For that, I am so thankful.<br /><br />Now while I'm not ready to leave the world and experience that healing to be completely honest, I am so glad to know that it is there. The Love which has always been there for me, is still over and around me. These past three months have been a mix of emotions. God sent an anonymous giver to heal our son, and myself, of our household allergies. Neither of us experienced ANY indoor allergy problems this fall! (Or outdoor actually!) Healing came in the form of an envelope on my keyboard. Healing from allergies and the opportunity to have my dad at my house for 3 weeks!!<br /><br />Then I sit and listen to Clayton read chapter books and say things like, "Mom, I am vacuuming the church because Jesus told me too," or I watch him play basketball, or I smell Richard's mud boots and praise God that his dreams are coming true and after 15+ years he sees hope that he won't have to go to a job he hates every day. (Which he NEVER complains about. He says "Its just what I have to do.") And how in spite of 2 pay cuts it still works out every month with some sacrifices that really end up not seeming like sacrifices. I also got to see my sister-cousins because of a "non-anonymous to me" giver :) and re-connected with a sister-cousin. It was a bucket list trip--just kidding sister-cousins!!!! :) <br /> All of these wonderful blessings, and so much more, is the proof of the Love over and around me. Its because of God's great love through these things that even though its been challenging for me physically for the first time in many years, I can cry about it and smile at the same time.<br /><br />I'm not ignoring the challenge. I've heard all kinds of lies in my head during the emotionally and physically "weak" time. All of which I've heard before. "You are too weak to get anything done. Why did you have to drop that 10th thing today! You are not who you were, and you are who you were :)". All of those things that I haven't heard in years seem to try their best to creep into my head and now I just fight to keep them out of my heart by the strength of the Love of the Holy Spirit over and around me and in me! I recognize them, I grieve over those times in my life, sometimes I ask for prayer from others, and sometimes I just sit with my Best Friend and say get me through it. And each time, that Love reminds me of the things above and so many other blessings!<br /><br />So here is what I am thankful for, "<strong>for the Love, which from my birth, over and around me lies</strong>."<br />Happy Thanksgiving! I love you all deeply and I pray so many blessings from that Love to you too!Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-30807568652023432372009-11-18T15:21:00.000-05:002009-11-18T15:39:48.681-05:00Unexpected Part 2I got two coupons in the mail from CVS a month ago saying if I transferred or brought in a new prescription I would get a $25 gift card for each one. So I welcomed myself to CVS and came out with $50 worth of gift cards! Thinking I would save them for Christmas or other necessities I have been holding tightly to them.<br />Then Operation Christmas Child came up on the screen of our church and that was all it took for me to know that I needed to spend those cards on items for one boy and one girl. Of course it wasn't as easy as it sounds. All of you know I am not a girly girl but CVS had this big red bag that I thought I would buy with my gift card, wrap it up, and put "To Leslie From Santa" on it for Christmas. AND since things have been so tight this year I was really more concerned about saving them for things like toothpaste, shampoo, soap, all of those things that we need just in case Richard took a third pay cut. But I decided to use them for the kids and had a blast doing it!!!! It was so much fun getting items they both would need and then fun stuff like a My Little Pony and other little toys! (And mercy sakes, if God can give me free flooring through the entire house than surely he can handle those few little items we MIGHT need! Forgive me for forgetting so quickly Lord.)<br />Here's the unexpected part. When I came out of the store I was reading my receipt and at the bottom was ANOTHER coupon for a $25 gift card for a new or transferred prescription. Since I hadn't needed to fill my others which were at Wal-Greens I happily moved one of them today! $4 prescription for $25 gift card. Now I'm going to use it to buy some stuff for an outreach we are doing at our church. God is so cool! And who says that satan is the only one who can be doing things behind our backs without us seeing them! HA HA!Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-47136389880007780022009-08-03T19:13:00.000-04:002009-08-03T19:32:35.277-04:00Unexpected Part 1<span style="color:#000066;"> Some of you know don't know the story of an unexpected gift we received so I thought I would share it in hopes that God would encourage you through it and get all the glory for it!</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"> We were given an anonymous gift a few weeks ago which was an envelope filled with cash. </span><span style="color:#000066;"> The amazing part is that we had already committed to getting floors put in our *Mobile Mansion in order to avoid giving Clayton allergy shots. We decided to trust God that we would be able to do it without us having to get a loan. (We haven't used a credit card or received a loan in almost 4 years). And when I received the cash, I don't think anyone knew about us praying for the money but of course it was enough to cover the floors! </span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"> God is the Healer and Provider of all things. In spite of Richard getting two pay cuts, God didn't get one or give us one and He is just as faithful today as He was yesterday.</span><br /> <span style="color:#000066;"><strong> Expect the unexpected and He will be faithful to surprise you!</strong></span><br />I'll share a few more Unexpected stories on here this week. They may not be what you expect ;) oooooooooo<br /><span style="color:#000066;">*(Mobile Mansion is a Krenaism. Look for your copy in stores soon!)</span>Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-18604652398888741032009-06-03T15:40:00.000-04:002009-06-03T15:54:15.423-04:00PLAAAAAAAAY BALL!<span style="font-family:georgia;">Exciting news for Clayton!!!! Last year a friend got us tickets to our local Minor League Baseball team, the Greensboro Grasshoppers! He had so much fun! We were obviously nervous about it because of the crowd and noise but it is a huge family oriented game. He even got to be on "TV" doing the YMCA and waving! I fought off crying a couple of times just watching him smile and laugh. He would scream "plaaaaaay ball"! It was hilarious!</span><br /><br />Well, this year we got tickets again and guess who gets to throw the first pitch of the game?????? CLAYTON!!!! I'm not sure who's happier, Clayton or Richard! My boy, throwing the first pitch at a baseball game!!!!!!!! Poo on those who think recovery is not possible! God just wants us to be the very best that HE created us to be! And I think this is pretty good!Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-28661303162473544222009-05-12T17:13:00.000-04:002009-05-12T17:30:10.407-04:00RANDOM FUNNY-NESS! READ WITH CAUTION-NO CHILDREN PLEASEFIRST-I like spelling it FUNNY-NESS!<br />*The spellcheck on my email system tries to change the word "gonna" to "g-o-n-a-d" in all of my emails. (You figure out the word! I couldn't even spell it all out without feeling weird!)<br />*On the side of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Monistat</span> cream for a yeast infection it says, "Apply <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">liberally</span>" (That's not a problem). "Do not scratch." (That's a problem! If you were honest you would say how hard that is when you need the cream!!!!)<br />*I sent an email one time talking about eating squid. My spellcheck changed one word from tentacles to testicles.<br />*I tried to get my friend's attention one time by tapping his leg. He wouldn't acknowledge me. Maybe because he is paralyzed from the waste down!!!! I'm an idiot!! I forgot! He would probably see that as a compliment <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">though</span>! What a nice guy!Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-40667967765547835262009-05-12T16:51:00.000-04:002009-05-12T17:13:51.365-04:00WE DON'T WANT YOUR COUCH!OK, this is too funny!!! I called a certain nameless organization yesterday to pick up one of our 2 couches. (I will tell you it was NOT the veterans group). I spent yesterday cleaning the couch, a whole hour.<br />Now I will admit that the couch is about 20 years old but I'm telling you it is not that bad! It sits low, but if I didn't have any furniture, I would think it was great! So they came today to get the couch and I could tell that one of the two people who came was ill as a hornet about something. So he walks in my house and looks at the couch and says "sorry, we can't take it because it is too old. Have a nice day." The other guy looked like a deer caught in headlights!<br />What in the world!!!!!! Its funny to me b/c there are so many people out there without anything! And these are the people who are supposed to be helping that group of people? Now what do I do with it? How silly have we become that we would rather have nothing than a 20 year old couch? And I sit here and look around at all the stuff I have been blessed with and can't even give it away.<br />OH well, I guess God has other plans for my old couch. Poor couch! It can't help that its been spit up on, had drinks spilled on it, had food spilled on it, and numerous amounts of sweat and dirt from the cowboy who lives in my house. Its not the couch's fault at all. And sometimes people can change from a cream color to light brown after a few years in the tanning bed right?:)<br />At least its now all clean from all of my scrubbing. (Brown to light brown is really good right?:))Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-75557524254530959622009-03-31T10:44:00.000-04:002009-03-31T11:22:07.543-04:00HELP! I've been inspired by Miley CyrusMiley Cyrus has a new song out called The Climb (I think:)). I was just listening to it and it actually really inspired me by its truth! I am copying a link to the lyrics at the bottom just so you can take a look. <br />Here is what I felt the Lord saying to me through the song. No matter whether we want a mountain to climb or not, they are always going to be there. We can choose to sit at the bottom, dream, and listen to the lie that says we don't have the power to get to the top, OR we choose to take the first step toward the top. When we choose to move, we then realize that the climb to the top becomes more amazing then the actual mountain itself! The climb is what changes us. It makes us stronger and weaker. <br />Explain: <strong>Stronger</strong>, because we realize that it is possible to move! It increases our self esteem and self confidence. When we get to the top we suddenly feel empowered to look at "the lies" and say SHUT UP when we face the next mountain! (Don't tell Clayton I said that word!)<br /><strong>Weaker,</strong> because we realize that in order to get to the top we have to be willing to recognize our weaknesses and use the equipment necessary to get to the top. Shoes, depending on the mountain, with spikes to dig into the snow, or just traction to grip into the rock. A rope to wrap around you when you slip. A pair of gloves to protect you as you reach out. A helmet to keep you from damaging what makes your heart beat just in case you bump your head. And this is not just any old equipment. This has to be the best equipment to support you, not bring you back down. <br />Life is so full of mountains. We can choose to stare at them from the bottom. Or, we can choose to take the first step and gain confidence. Then we can continue to climb and allow others to help us. Friends who will help us stay on the right path, whether painful or not. Friends to hold onto us when we just need to rest after a fall. Friends who will protect us as we reach out to grab hold of the things we want. Friends who are willing to help us protect our hearts. The best friends!<br />After my last miscarriage I seriously did not think I could make it. Actually, I knew I couldn't make it over that mountain on my own. My first step was just saying HELP, I'VE FALLEN AND I CAN'T GET UP! (I can only be serious for so long!) <br />That mountain of grief was way too big for me to climb on my own. But with the right equipment, my family and my friends, I was able to get to the top. I will always have days of sadness and wishing! But it will be while I look out at the beautiful view from the top, not the scary view from the bottom.<br />So no matter what mountain you are staring at today, it really is worth the climb! Just don't climb it alone! And make sure you have the BEST equipment! I love you all very much!<br /><a href="http://www.elyrics.net/read/m/miley-cyrus-lyrics/the-climb-lyrics.html">http://www.elyrics.net/read/m/miley-cyrus-lyrics/the-climb-lyrics.html</a>Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-34119823760712197332009-03-16T21:00:00.000-04:002009-03-16T21:03:58.180-04:00WHAT IS HAPPENING?My husband took a fast shower so he could watch Dancing with the Stars. He is now in there saying he is tempted to actually call in and vote.<br />And I got a picture of our new calf through a text message.<br />What is happening to us???????????????? Are the roles reversing here?????????????<br />I have nothing else to say about that!Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-55299529405137548172009-03-09T15:15:00.003-04:002009-03-09T15:28:29.129-04:00CRUISE CONTROLOK, I will warn you that this entry will be a whining and complaining entry. <br />There are lots of things that irk me when driving. One of those things is Cruise Control. I'm not irked by using cruise control, I am irked when people don't use cruise control.<br />Yesterday I drove home Virginia and there was this van going in front of me sometimes, and behind me sometimes. It is so annoying to be set on a certain speed, (yes I was only 9 mph over the limit!), and then have someone get in front of you to slow you down. Now I'm not talking about a one time thing. I'm talking about the whole way down HWY 29! <br />Not only that, but the passenger had her feet on the dashboard. Yuck! So every time I looked in my mirror all I saw were feet! <br />After a few miles I then began to get paranoid because I never actually saw the driver. Maybe they were following me! Maybe they were just trying to see if I was all alone every time they would ride beside me! Maybe they were a group of cannibals and the feet were actually detached from legs like trophies and were sitting on the dashboard! Maybe------------maybe I will never eat so much again that I start getting paranoid driving home. But those pork ribs were so good! Oh no, am I sure they were <em>PORK</em> RIBS?!<br />I think I need some coffee! (or maybe TUMS) <blockquote></blockquote>Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-5478342696259141212009-02-28T07:58:00.000-05:002009-02-28T08:11:40.144-05:00A SUCSESSFUL WEEKEND FOR A COWBOY'S WIFEFirst, did I spell that right?<br />OK, here we go!<br />1. I sang the National Anthem 2 times on a cat walk 20-30 ft in the air without falling.<br />2. I sang the National Anthem 3 times without messing up the words.<br />3. When I sang I made sure to sing it like it was written! Cowboys, and cowgirls, are very traditional.<br />4. I met a man in the crowd who's son and daughter-in-law also owned a bull stock company and schmoozed.<br />5. When I met the man above, I acted like I knew what I was talking about when we talked "bull" and he believed me!<br />6. I wore my East Coast Cattle Co. shirt with my name on it.<br />7. I wore it proudly!<br />8. At the Sunday event I yelled for our bull calf Mad Max when he did good in the competition. He one 3rd place!<br />9. I was only a little embarrassed by #8 since we were in a huge echoing indoor arena with pretty much complete quiet since there were only about 30 spectators and no announcer or music.<br />10. I also proudly clapped and yelled for our big bull, respectfully named Mississippi, when he bucked his guy off! <br />10. I agreed that we got robbed on Mississippi's score:(Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-89861331210972035412009-02-28T07:38:00.000-05:002009-02-28T07:58:03.354-05:00BLOGGINGOK, my husband has actually been fussing at me for not taking the time to blog! Can you believe that? He has been listening to me babble for 14 years and still wants me to say more! Maybe its because there is no sound with this! HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM<br />Anyway, not quite sure what to blog about. I will say its been a couple of crazy weeks. On Valentine's weekend we went to a rodeo in Raleigh. Just the two of us. It was much different then what we usually go to. I am usually working at the souvenir stand but this was with a different rodeo company so I actually got to sit and watch the rodeo! And I got to hold our friends, Devin and Hannah's, 11 week old cowboy! Brett MacKay Long! Doesn't Brett MacKay sound like a bull rider's name? Just like his Daddy!<br />I did get to sing the National Anthem all weekend---3 times! I don't count the one time when the mic didn't work and I had to start over. It didn't bother me though. What bothered me about it was the fact that I was about 20-30 ft in the air, standing on a cat walk, in the dark, spotlight only, while it was swaying because of the bulls underneath. I wasn't scared of falling, I just wanted to make sure I fell right on the back of a bull and not right under one! Wouldn't that have been cool? I could jump on the back of one and ride out singing! I would be singing alright, but not the National Anthem. Maybe it would be something like Welcome to the Jungle or an ACDC song about a highway to somewhere I don't want to go!<br />I did meet a really nice older gentleman while sitting in the crowd. Believe it or not, I am always scared to death to meet new people! I do good in a group but when it comes to one on one I am terrible! But I have a precious friend who has been coaching me over the past couple of years on how to have real conversations in a few minutes. So I was determined to be friendly. And it was great! He talked about politics and because I am pretty traditional in this area he said his faith in the next generation was renewed! (Next generation! Poor guy's site must have been bad, I am definitely not the next generation. I think I am two before the next generation. OK three!!)<br />Anyway-it was a lot of fun! As you will see in the blog above, it was a successful weekend in the life of a Cowboy's wife!Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-49815601254867527582009-01-31T20:49:00.000-05:002009-01-31T20:55:01.872-05:00MERCY SAKES ALIVE I AM CRYINOK, I just updated my blog and then went to check a friend's blog. It is the coolest video of their little girl who was born prematurely. I promise it will make you cry in a good way. So go watch it, and then come back to me and read the TOP 10 REASONS WHY I AM A COUNTRY GIRL!<br /><a href="http://www.reaganoliviawinslow.blogspot.com/">www.reaganoliviawinslow.blogspot.com</a>Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-55901686757445084742009-01-31T19:50:00.000-05:002009-01-31T20:11:24.531-05:00TOP 10 REASONS WHY I AM A COUNTRY GIRL1. I had my husband buy my anniversary present at the Tractor Supply Store-A Wrangler Blue Jean Purse.<br />2. I have to take my pocket knife out of my purse before entering the coliseum, (and mine is better than Richard's).<br />3. The handle on my toilet is broken so I took the top off and just use the chain to flush.<br />4. I LOVE my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pookie</span> in Wranglers and boots!<br />5. I know way too much about bulls, cows, and the AI process. (You really don't want to ask)<br />6. My favorite jeans are Wranglers and Cruel Girl and yes they come up to my belly button.<br />7. I feel sorry for the bull when the rider makes the 8 seconds.<br />8. I go to the Tractor Supply store once a week. OK, I love the Tractor Supply store.<br />9. I got my first gun in the third grade-a shot gun. What other kind do you need?<br />10.I have a picture of my favorite bull we own on my frig., right beside my child. (He is also the meanest and his name is Mississippi! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">AARRGG</span>)<br />Here's an extra one---I have a "boot basket" beside my back door instead of a "shoe basket".Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875983255236688106.post-11246673178119063352009-01-22T20:48:00.000-05:002009-01-22T21:13:53.282-05:00WHERE'S THE PAPERAt the end of my previous blog I promised to write about something weird next time. I don't know if this is particularly weird more than it is confusing. <br />I went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wal</span>-Mart today for my two week grocery shopping. Yes, I am one of those <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OCD</span> people who make out a meal list, blah, blah, blah. It saves time and money. GO DAVE RAMSEY! (Sorry, I got lost again!)<br />ANYWAY-When I first entered the store of course I had to head straight to the restroom. It is a ritual with us females to have to go to the restroom as soon as we enter <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wal</span>-Mart. It makes no difference if we go right before we leave our house. We still have to go upon entering. I don't even think it would make a difference if we went out in the parking lot! (NO, I have never done that!!!! Or at least not since I was at "The Slab". Don't ask!)<br />ANYWAY-AGAIN--I went to the restroom and found something odd. The large toilet paper holders were ALL empty. So I think, no problem because I know that halfway through my grocery list I will be at the back of the store where the other restrooms are located. (Yes, I write my list according to how the store is laid out. I told you I was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">OCD</span>!)<br />ANYWAY-AGAIN--AGAIN---I finally made it halfway through my list and reached the other set of restrooms. I go in and what do I find? NO TOILET PAPER!!!!!!!! WHAT? At this point I am about to die! I could have done what any true southern girl who lived in the back woods would do. I could have gone and (ask the men and children to leave the computer), drip dry. But I decided to hold it instead.<br />So I go out AGAIN and start on the other half of my list. And guess what was next on the list---TOILET PAPER!!!! What in the world! I'm thinking, I am in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Wal</span>-Mart which carries 200 varieties of toilet paper. You can buy 1 ply, 2 ply, or 3 ply. They come with all kinds of cool patters like lines and flowers. You can even get them in double, triple, or mega rolls! <br />So believe me girls, and boys, I know exactly what I will do next time I go to the first restroom and find no toilet paper. I will start shopping at the opposite end of the store first!Leslie Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07082519391097908410noreply@blogger.com3