The World According to Leslie

My mother has told me my entire life that I should try to be kind to people. I shouldn't hurt people's feelings with my words. I can honestly say I always remember that, but I don't always practice it. As I sit here today, I wish that other people had been taught the same thing. Let me just start by saying this... I am tough. I can handle myself in most situations (as long as there are no dogs involved!).  I can deal with most people. I really do not get hurt easily. However... It matters what you say. Just remember that you don't know everyone! Even if you have known someone for years, like more than 20, you don't know everything about them. They could be going through things that you never imagined. I recently had someone ask me when I was going to "get a job" so Tony wouldn't have to work so many hours.  Let me start with this. This hurt me. I'm not "unemployed" by choice.  Trust me.  I have been applying for an...

Friday, I wrote about 1500 words. Saturday, I wrote about 2000 words. Sunday,  I wrote over 3000 words. But none of those words were as important as the ones my mom said on Sunday morning.   Recently, Tony, the Princess, and I have been on a “church tour” as my bloggy friend from over at Single Infertile Female calls it. I like that better than the term “church hopping” that my parents use. And, “church shopping” just sounds wrong.   So anyways, we aren’t going to church with my parents any more. This is a huge deal for me. I have always gone to church with my parents, except when I first got married and didn’t live close enough. We had been at this church for 10 years. We started attending in June 2003, and we left in June 2013.   So, I don’t get to see my parents at church, but we usually see them for lunch afterwards. Yesterday, mom called about 8:30am and said that a friend of ours, Todd, was in the hospital. He and his wife and their two sons ...