Hi, y'all! They call me the Sweetest Czar of All Things Southern. I get to spend the whole day with my Keggie. Right now we're having morning prayers on the back porch and I am loving it!

He hasn't been far from my thoughts all day, not since early this morning when we danced. I was there to pray, to make petition, but my prayers kept turning into songs until at last, I gave up my cause for His. And we danced

Benjamin shivered in the morning air, a grave expression deepening the lines around his eyes. He was not an old man, although years of labor under the hot sun had weathered his face prematurely. A closer look at the firmness his square jaw retained gave a better indication of his true age. His dark brown eyes were troubled; it was all so confusing. Young Ben stood

This is Carey the communication czar

I hope y'all won't take offense to that hog calling reference once I tell y'all what's on my mind. It's just that I thought, being southern and all, y'all would undertstand hog calling contests, and chicken calling contests, and husband calling contests, and well-- y'all get the point. We do a fair share of calling around here, don't we, now? I'm crossing my fingers that y'all might

I'm just scrunched up with the miniature horses!

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