Hmmm....

I think that there are too many things in life to take up time. Isn't that interesting?

I currently have 3 horses who require alot of time, but they don't get it. I have a full time store, M-F 10-6. I teach fiddle lessons, and I also have my crochet business. I'm fixin to get a new dog to train, and I am planning several seminars on horsemanship. I take care of mom, and TRY to keep the house in some semblance of order, generally not very succesfully...:o)

In short....I've been busy. :o) Busy is good, though.

Well, until next time I get on here!

In Christ,

KT

Away too long?

Sorry, O xangians.

I have been very preoccupied with facebook. I think that xanga is going extinct in my circles.

I hope that nobody minds. If you do, just get a facebook. :o)

Be not overcome with evil, but overcome evil with good. Romans 12:21

Due to circumstances.....

Ok. I know. I spend too much time on Facebook. I told myself I wouldn't, but I do.

Well, not much to report. I got a new knife! It's cool.

What are the essential points of proclaiming the Gospel?

WOW. I'm reading In His Steps by Charles Sheldon, and it is GOOD. It's VERY inspiring.

I better go to bed now, though. :o)

Blessings in Christ,

KT

What have you done today?

Simple question, I know. I could give a randomized list of things I've done today, and it would be as easy as that. How about I change a few words though?  What have you done for Christ today? Now it's not so easy for me to reel off a list. Why is that? Should not my day be comprised of things done for Christ? What WAS my day today made up of, that I had no time to serve Him? He came to earth to rid mankind of sin and sorrow, died a terrible death, bore my punishment, and I had no time for doing His work today? How can I possibly make excuse for that? I can't. I've let a day go by in which I did nothing that I know of to serve Him, and I know I've lived many days just like today. With God's help, I am going to change that. I am going to start my days from now on asking myself, "What CAN I do for Christ today?"  And asking Him for the strength and wisdom to do His Will.

A quote which I found very convicting the other day:

"God forbid that we should offer to Christ that which costs us nothing."~ Charles Spurgeon

Blessings in Jesus Christ,

Katie

AHEM!

IF I DO, I WILL BE SURE AND NOT GIVE A CERTAIN PERSON MY PASSWORD!!!!! 

:o)

Sorry, Carol, I really must agree with Daniel...I barely have time for xanga and email, much less xanga, email and facebook!  Of course, I could just copy and paste whatever posts I DO have time for...

Hmm. Anyway, Alex, how are the Druglords?  Any news from Guido?  I think they delivered the stuff to the wrong address....tell Camden he gave them the wrong address....cause some got delivered to the house next to my store yesterday. They had a REALLY happy party that night.

Hey, do y'all know that Alex fled the country?  Uh, oh. Daniel, you didn't have anything to do with this, did you? She went to Argentina...did she say Humph! to you?

Ok. I'll dispense with the seriousness now. On to the jokes.

:o)

FIDDLE CAMP WAS GREAT! I learned alot, and I have a notebook of funny sayings from there. I'll put those in another update. If I remember.

I learned a waltz, a blues song,(yuck) and Smith's Reel. (Real.) Someone would walk by while we were playing that, and say "Smith's Reel!"  And I'd say, "Yup. He sure is."   Got some pretty funny looks.  Course, alot of them were before I said anything. :o)

I don't think anyone on here knows yet that I have a new time-eater. I now own a store. Yup. A saddle and tack store in town. I work there from 11:00 to 6:30 on weekdays, 10:00 to 2:00 on Saturday.  We've been open...3 days now.

No customers so far. Just a visitor. I think I'll put the conversation we had in dialouge, so that y'all can get the full "benifit" of it. 

Man: "Hi, Ma'm. Do y'all carry bull ropes?"

Me: "No, sir. We can get them, but we don't carry them."

Man: "Oh. These sure are nice saddles though. Good prices too. I'm a bull rider, but I'm thinking of taking up calf roping. My son told me I was getting to old to be bull riding, but I'm only 31, so went and rode a bull a few towns over just to prove him wrong...wound up with some broke ribs and a broke arm. My son told me it was too dangerous. So I'm thinking about calf roping or something like that."

Me: "Hmm. Sometimes one thing can be just as dangerous as the next. I've seen some people come away from calf roping with broken ribs too!"

Man: *awestruck look, followed by an adoring look, like, "that is so smart!"*

Man: "So, y'all been open long?" *leaning very macho-like on the saddle rack*

Me: "Uh, about 2 days."

Man: "So, uh, how long have you lived here?"

Me: "Well, I guess about 12-13 years."

Man: "So, how old are you?"

Me: (Thought bubble... "NO! Not again! I know where this is going! AHHHH!!!")    "Uh, 19."

Man: "You married yet?"

Me: (Thought bubble... "I'm gonna puke...")  "Nope."

Man: "You got a boyfriend?"

Me: (Thought bubble....."Maybe I should tell him dad shot the last one...")  "No sir."

Man: "You listen to KOXE?"  (that's the country radio here)

Me: "No sir. Not often."  (Thinking, "halleluja, he gave it up!")

Man: "Well, there's an ad on there...about the "Lonesome Cowboy".....well, that's me!"  (meanwhile beaming with pride)

Me: (Thought bubble...."oohhhh, I'm gonna be sick. How can I tell him I'm not interested before he asks????")  "Uh, don't belive I've ever heard it."

Man: "You have plans for this weekend?"

Me: "Yes, I do. Sure do. Yup. I'm going to the rodeo with my dad and my brother." (Thinking..."Whew. He'll go away now.") (most guys go away when you tell them you have definite plans...that don't include them, and when you pointedly mention your father and brother)

Man: "Really? So am I! Maybe we could go together...you know, hang out, get to know each other better?"

Me: (Thinking..."Welp. There it is. Wish I could've prevented it. Why do I attract the wierd type?")   "Well, no thank you. I'm not interested in getting involved with anyone."

Man: (looking very shocked, then regains his macho stance)  "I don't look to get involved, either."  (I don't have the foggiest why he said that.)

Then, he walked to the other side of the store, where I couldn't see him, and just stood there for the longest time. I was thinking "Golly, I've made him mad or something...."

Anyway, then he asked about some other bull riding stuff, and  asked me if I could get it. I told him to leave his contact information and we would contact him with the prices and information on the items he wanted. He gave me a "meaningful" look, and said "I'll be back, Ma'm. I'll be back."

So, does anyone have a theory as to why I attract totally wierd guys? He makes number four who has asked me out. Number one was about 50 years old, and I met him in a hospital elevator, and in the 30 seconds it took to go from one floor to another, he asked me out. Number two was about 55 years old, and he was a nurse in a hospital and he asked me out to lunch. Several times. Number three was at least approxamately my age. Also a nurse in a hospital, he was definately the nicest of the bunch. He actually was a witnessing opportunity. I think that God may have used me to tell this guy about Him. Because he liked me, he listened to me. Then you have number four. At least he was in my generation too. And he wasn't in a hospital. But he was still wierd. They were all wierd. Let's just face it. All guys are wierd. Well, maybe it's just everyone that is wierd. I dunno.

So, all that to say...after the fact, I thought it was pretty funny. I actually felt very sorry for him. I'm just glad he didn't ask me "why?"  like the number 3 did. I hate trying to explain why I don't date. Especially to a guy.

I like horses, but I really don't care for the crowd of people that generally go with them.

I have really enjoyed owning/running a store though. (Maybe it will help me with social relations :o) I hope it goes over well. We prayed over it the minute we walked in the door. God has already protected our building from the weather...we almost got flooded, but nothing was damaged.

God has really been impressing on me that my weakness is His strength. I am strong when I am suffering or afflicted, in His grace. He is my strength, because I have none in myself. He is a fortress and tower, and I always feel safe in Him. Like the song says... "I'm so glad I learned to trust Him, How I've proved Him o'er and o'er...."

Hmm. I don't remember the rest of it! Oh, well. Go look it up. :o)

I guess I really better go to bed.

Sorry I blabbered so much.

Signing off,

KT