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A Little About Me
Well where to start
I guess I could back up just a little, I was born in Michigan, lived there til I was 10. I had all the grandparents, aunts & uncles and cousins around... until the doctors gave my parents the choice, you either move or loose one of your sons... Gee, tough choice. They were told to go high or dry, so they debated on Denver or Phoenix, they finally decided on dry. (yah, like Phoenix is dryer than Denver... nother argument for another day). So when I was 10 years old we packed up everything we owned and moved 2500 miles to Arizona. Talk about Hot! Well in 1975, Phoenix wasn't as nearly as big as it is now, and since we were in Detroit before that... I have pretty much been in big cities my whole life. I am from my mother's first marriage, but that ended before I was born, and my biological father only saw me once. My mom always tells me that I picked out dad. They were on their 2nd date and she went to get me up from a nap and I walked in the room and said "Hi Dad". He is the first and only person I have ever called dad. She always said that she just came along with the package. It is funny, everyone, even my Mom forgets that I am not his. We will be talking about family resemblances and traits and such and someone will comment about me getting the Morgan's... LOL, I just say "Yup, though Osmosis!".
I had an interesting variety of religions growing up, but the nice part about that is, I was pretty sure where I wanted to be when I finally got old enough to have a clue. When I was an infant, I was baptized in a United Methodist Church (actually back then it might have just been Methodist.. man I am old Well when we moved to Phoenix, I started going to Sunday school with a friend, at the Southern Baptist church. Since Dad was raised Baptist, Mom figured Ok. I was very active there until I hit Jr. Hi. Granted through this whole time, I got up and caught the bus that would come pick me up, while my parents slept in. By the time I got to Jr. Hi, I wasn't to thrilled with the Southern Baptist church, and my Mom said that I was going to go to church somewhere, so she took me to the UMC church and dropped me off for Sunday school and would go home and go back to bed. (She was working evenings at the local drug store while going to school during the week). By 8th grade I was in confirmation class, going to youth group every Sunday night and Sunday school and church every Sunday morning. By 9th grade my parents and family started going to church with me and still attend the same church today. In High school we played Volleyball all summer, with practice and games, with youth group on Sunday nights, it would have just been easier to live at the church, LOL. My first boyfriend was from the youth group, my first kiss was at a youth group function, and it wasn't until I was a Senior in high school that I actually dated someone I hadn't met at a church function. All of my friends from school were also friends from church... basically my life revolved around church. I was a Respiratory Therapist before we had K. I worked in the field for 15 years... most people retire then anyway, right? I started working in Respiratory in High school. I took a health occupation careers class where we went out to Luke Air Force Base Hospital and got to work in different departments. I learned how to do Pulmonary Function Tests and would do baseline PFT's on the AF personnel who needed them. That pretty much helped me decide what I wanted to do, and since my mom worked at a medical vocational school teaching medical assisting, and they had a Respiratory Tech program, I got a nice little discount on school. When I got done with school though I decided that I was going to move into my own apartment rather than worrying about going out and finding a job in Respiratory, so I moved out, working at Checker Auto and supporting myself basically on minimum wage. After about 4 months, my roommate (who I had met at church... LOL, who I also found out was a drug runner... oh my, the people in our lives) and I had a huge falling out, and she didn't like my boyfriend, so I moved back home with my parents, and got a job in Respiratory. My boyfriend, R. and I got engaged, and then I found out that the whole time I had known him he had been stoned on marijuana... UGH... let's just say, when he went straight, I broke it off... He was a much nicer person when he was wasted! (really sad huh?) That and when he decided to go straight, he went back to church, which isn't a bad thing, but he went to a Pentecostal church and would tell me if I wasn't Praising God 24 hours a day/ 7 days a week, I was going to Hell. Well I understand that I didn't go to the same church he did, but I also know what I was taught growing up, and that wasn't it... and I do understand what he was trying to tell me... he just did it REALLY BAD!!! After R. I started dating a guy at work. He was Spanish Catholic and believed in the 4th dimension and talking and praying to the saints. Now I am not saying that I don't believe in Saints, but I don't believe they hold the same level as God. Turns out I was the "Other Woman" and I gave him an ultimatum, either you break up with her by the time I get home from vacation or it is over.... I met Ken the next week after I got home. By the time I met Ken, I think almost the first words out of my mouth were "What religion are you?" Ken's and my relationship is on Our Page.
So, as I am reading this an updating I realize I started this page 4 years ago, and didn't make many changes. About the only thing that has really changed in the last 4 years is my faith... and that has only gotten stronger. I am on the prayer team at church, After 15 years at the same church, this past spring we began a search for a new church. After all the different things and different struggles I have been through, we didn't go back to a UMC... we did end up finding a non-denominational church for a church home. Not sure if we will be continuing there as I am not sure my Emmaus work is going to be supported, but I will keep this posted. Oh, the other thing that has changed was me being diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. I guess there could be worse things. I also get to thank this for some of my added weight. I swear, it seems that every diagnosis I get anymore comes with symptoms of over weight and hair loss. So, in our house I am the fat bald one! And just his past month, they added a cardiac diagnosis, which I am thinking is a side effect from having Mono back in December. Guess we will find out when they re-do my stress echo. There is probably a lot more about me that I will add on as I think about it but for now, that is about it. The rest is a growing process. 
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I am Leslie Scott, I am 41 years old and most of the time I can't believe I am that old, and then there are other days I feel so much older... LOL. The one advantage of being a little overweight is, I don't look my age. My 
I always enjoyed school, and I guess it is a good thing I was pretty smart, cuz it got to the point where I didn't want to open a book and I pulled B's all through school without opening a book. It does tend to show up now days though, since I am not the worlds best speller, and I don't do to well with the grammar either. I did graduate from Apollo High in Arizona in 1983, right on time, although my mother was really worried that I would do something silly since most of my really close friends were younger than me. My Senior year I was active in the Flag line and I was Thin... and popular.. boy was that nice.