CMoore Stories and Life with Carol Louise Moore
Here is where you can CMoore Stories written or told by me, Carol Louise with the last name of MOORE. This blog is MOORE for my healing process as I try to find me and help others to see what I feel and what to me is real. Basically, this is life with me, Carol Louise. Life with me is definitely never dull and always MOORE entertaining.
Tuesday, July 12, 2022
Crazy Country Girl Me ( Carol Louise) trying to Drive by Herself on Some City Roads
Okay it's been awhile,
For my family 👪
Friday, July 28, 2017
Carol Louise Moore Helps Family Put New Siding on the Man Cave
If you don't know what a MAN CAVE is, it is a cave for a man. Haha. Actually, it is what men would like to call their special little room for them to put their outdoorsy stuff, like horns, animal skins, and special awards for their hunting treasures. In my husband's MAN CAVE, he has a special room for all his hunting, camping and fishing stuff as well as all his manly animal skins and horny trophies. Trust me, I'll go into this in MOORE detail on another video, just for fun.
I'll also go into detail on how my husband's MAN CAVE really has a WO in front of it because I took over one of the rooms and the kitchen in it for my soaps and crafts. LOL.
So, it really is the WO-MAN CAVE. Now that is what I call MOORE funny, right there.
Anyways, this video is one of the many projects we have been doing this summer. Our next family project around our place was using the loader to fill in dirt where we put some pipe in the creek to give us MOORE room and to clean up and manicure our property MOORE.
Oops, we had to finish cutting up the wood from the trees my husband cut down and then move the cut up logs in order to fill in with dirt from the loader. So, the next video will be moving the wood.
I actually don't think I looked as pretty in this video. There were parts of it that I looked prettier, but overall I have looked better. Guess I am a little vain, but not really. I just happen to like looking at myself, and that is not vain. After all, if I can't stand looking at myself, then why would you want to either. One should care with how they look or you'd be one sloppy mess that no one wants to look at.
Ugh! I better go, before I insert the other foot in my mouth. I think I'll write a poem about how I am NOT vain. LOL. Just you wait and see.
Sincerely, me
Carol Louise
with the last name of MOORE
Sincerely, me,
Carol Louise
with the last name of MOORE
Carol Louise Moore Helps Load Wood with Family
By the way, I was waiting for a good pile of wood to get thrown on before I started stacking it in a hurry and thereby forgetting that my husband was still throwing the logs on the one side, when I was trying to stack them. It was so much easier and funner to wait for a pile up and risk injury, then trying to avoid every one he threw on. Definitely dangerous work for the poor wife who was trying to be a good wife and help.
Life with me is never dull. One never knows what I'm going to do next, including me. LOL. Now to start working on my music and poetry story videos.
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Dancing Sabrina Story by Carol Louise Moore
I bet you didn't know I could write children's stories. This is one of my favorite's I wrote for my youngest daughter Sabrina Moore clear back around 2004.
DANCING SABRINA
Written by me, Carol Louise
Why little Sabrina she loved to dance,
and it would seem she had ants in her pants.
Oh, but how could that be,
that sounds so silly to me
to have ants in your pants,
to make you dance.
So maybe she went out to play
and sat in a big pile of dirt,
not knowing it was full of ants
that would get in her pants
to make her dance.
Boy, I think that would hurt
to have ants in your pants
to make you dance
from side to side, and all around
you would see her dance with all kinds of sound:
YIPPEE! YAHOO! WINGABEE! CALAZOO!
Now what if she ate some magical beans,
you know those magical Mexican jumping beans.
Why she would dance around and shout “OLE!”
and dance, and dance, and dance all day
from side to side, and all around,
she would dance and dance with all kinds of sound:
YIPPEE! YAHOO! WINGABEE! CALAZOO!
Oh but how could that be
that sounds so silly to me?
No, I will tell you what makes my Sabrina dance,
and it is not going out to play
or sitting in a big pile of dirt
not knowing it was full of ants
that would get in her pants, to make her dance.
Nor the magical Mexican jumping beans
that made her want to shout “OLE!”
and dance, and dance, and dance all day.
Why it is Music!
It is the rhythm, the notes, the sound.
Why she will twist her body and move up and down
to anything, I mean anything that has a sound.
The kind of sound like in a clock,
as it goes “Tick, tock, Tick, tock”.
Or birds when they flirt
And go “chirp, chirp, chirp”
Now do not forget the T.V. and radio,
and of course the piano.
Why it is the sound of music in your ear,
anything with a rhythm that you hear
and everything with a beat
that starts in your head, and goes to your feet.
So, now you know why at every chance
My little Sabrina loves to dance.
I should try harder to try and publish this and my others I've written. One day this will be published, along with my other stories. Just wait and see.
By the way, Sabrina is almost ready to join her sisters with singing. So, don't forget to check out the wonderful musical talents of my daughters the MOORE Sisters from Idaho.
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