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Awhile back, while visiting my sister and brother-in-law in Mt. Juliet, they took me to eat at local Martin’s Barbeque Joint at 7238 Nolensville Road, Nolensville, TN 37135. The hours are Sunday thru Thursday 11 am-8 pm, Friday and Saturday 11 am-9 pm.  They have barbecue chicken, ribs, brisket, pork, turkey and a bunch of sides.  I recommend the pork plate, baked beans and fresh cut fries.  They even have the old school glass bottles of soft drinks.

If you have a twitter account, there are several things that get you excited that others may find silly. Obtaining followers would be a crazy sounding scenario in any other situation.  What about when a famous person follows you? I have a CMT hostess following my account (Top 20 hostess Alecia Davis).  Fox 17’s Kelly Sutton follows my account, as well as country singers Danielle Peck and  Susie Brown of the Jane Deer Girls.

On what day of the week were you born? Recently, I found a decorative plate that I used in my baby daughters’ bedrooms (decades ago). It is decorated with Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls and has the “Monday’s Child” poem on it:

“Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child must work for a living,
But the child that's born on the Sabbath day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.” – Author Unknown

Red packed a set of long, sharp spurs, and his head was a quarter-size of a backhoe bucket. But when it got right down to a head –bustin’-new-ground-tore-up-fight, Red wasn’t there- Red was a certified coward.
Red was a Rhode Island Red Rooster, and poison mean – a sneak. Had he lived in the old west he would have been known as a back-shooter. Like all cowards, Red couldn’t face you head on, but he was still plenty dangerous.
Red belonged to Miss Fannie and Mister Tom Stabuck, an older couple who lived about a cow-hand from us over on the next hill.

On June 16th, I had the opportunity to travel to Leon, Nicaragua, the second largest city in that country.  After six hours in a plane and a three hour van ride, we arrived at our home for the week, anxious to get to our work site and see what the week had in store for us.  The next week would change my perspective and shape my view of a world in desperate need of Jesus.

The morning after my husband’s release from the hospital, where he had been because of heart problems, he went blackberry picking.  When I got home yesterday, he was in the garden picking Crowder peas.  It was pouring down rain.  I wasn’t surprised.  A couple of days before, he brought in a bucket of tomatoes and told me some home-made salsa would taste really good.  I’m used to Garey’s anxiety over produce.  I’ve lived with him for nearly thirty-eight years, after all. 

The consumption of alcohol is a rampant problem in our world. In fact, drinking alcoholic drinks has become a “way of life” for many cultures where some of the youngest among us are brought up drinking alcohol. In our society, teenagers are encouraged by their peers to drink alcohol, as well as consume other drugs. In connection with the dangers associated with alcohol, including addiction, there are any other dangers. The dangers include destroying the body, the failure of marriages, losing a job, loss of money, and the break-down of the family environment.

Recently, President Obama criticized some reality TV shows, saying that they have helped create a generation of youngsters who are obsessed with wealth and celebrity. Obama commented that these celebrities who have showcased their wealth before fans have inadvertently changed the ambitions of young people. The President said, “The American dream involved some pretty basic stuff -- a good job where you felt some security, a good education ... People felt if they worked hard they could get there ...

I’ve heard it said people are “born mean”. I’m not sure of that, but a fellow like Bill would make you wonder sometimes. My guess is, though a person born and allowed to grow up without correct parental guidance can turn mean; they often do…”Train up a child…”
I’m not sure humans carry a mean gene. I know in cattle a Jersey bull is very much inclined to be mean- as compared to a gentle Hereford bull. Both sexes of Zebra cattle (Bas Indicus) – Brahma and Brahma- have a tendency toward aggression.

When my cousin, Steve, was eleven years old, he found himself in the wrong cow pasture, facing the wrong bull—if there is a right bull.  His mom watched in horror from the other side of the fence, yelling, “Run, Stevie, run!”  Steve quickly realized he couldn’t outrun the large Angus and stopped to pick up some small rocks in his path.  He aimed for the bull’s face and threw the rocks with all the force an eleven-year-old boy could muster.  The bull stopped in its tracks.  Steve, like David before him, defeated the giant with a handful of stones and sheer bravado.