Me and My Otter
I did it! It's windy here but I still took my new Otter out on a solo expedition and made it back to the dock safely! Note Dixie Belle observing. There's a seat for her but she said if it was all the same to me she'd pass on the maiden voyage. Whatever. I love it! Thx, Phil!!!! Hugs, Shellie the new Kayaker I love to hear from
Tail Wagging Good News
My parents brought a stray dog home. As of this writing her name is either Lucy or Lady. Until that is officially settled, I’ve decided to call her Lady Lucy. Easter Sunday was Lady Lucy’s first family holiday. She enjoyed herself immensely. Had her tail wagged any faster she might have levitated. It became increasingly clear to all of us that Lady Lucy was doing
ATS Says No to Sue Happy Tourists
Hello folks! Welcome back to the porch of All Things Southern. It's my pleasure to host y'all for our weekly visit. Make yourselves comfortable and let’s chat…~smile~ I’ve become aware of a couple lawsuits filed in the Big Easy that warrant our attention. In the latest incident, a traveler I’m calling Superman, in my own attempt to stay out of court, filed a lawsuit on the
Drop by drop
"Are there not some of you who have set up a desired experience between yourselves and Jesus and are looking at it rather than at Him? You want a great shower, when perhaps it is His purpose to fill you drop by drop? You must lay down this strong will, this desire for the experience of a great blessing, and be content with Jesus, simply
Charlie Walker
He was born in Texas in 1926. He grew up on a cotton farm about 35 miles east of Dallas, the son of a Texas lawman and Justice of the Peace who taught him the basics of music. He started singing in high school with a band called “Billy Boyd’s Cowboy Ramblers”. But before the year was out Uncle Sam cut the young musician’s gig
“A First Class Confrontation”
How about a little good news for a change? Contrary to ever increasing news reports, the younger generation does not consist solely of reprobates and whiners. If you just pay attention, you can occasionally hear good news from our college campuses, and other times people just make up mighty fine jokes like this one I’m telling today. Who am I to tell the difference? It’s
My Apologies to Shakespheare
Yikes! I opened the radio show yesterday in a most colorful and yet totally unintended way. I had plans to say something cute about it being Talk Like Shakespeare Day. Towards that end, I opened my mouth to say, "Why fore shalt thou not join me on yon radio show?" INSTEAD, I heard myself begin with, "Why _______" (insert rather crude word that rhymes with cart and smart and has
Learning to Live Before You Die
I'm guilty of doing this thing I don't want to do. Like all bad habits, it's hard to break. I catch myself in it, red-handed and guilty before I even realize I'm doing it. Again. And each time I'm surprised, always surprised because I think I've quit doing it. That last time was supposed to be the last time, only it wasn't. It occurs to me to put my ever-present challenge in
I May Be Suffering from Nomophobia!
Hello folks, have a seat and I'll get right down to it! We need to chat…~smile~ I May Have Nomophobia from Shellie Tomlinson on Vimeo. I may be suffering from Nomophobia, fear of being without or losing your cell phone. I'm serious. And seeing as I just returned from a long road trip where I was forced to confront my symptoms twenty-four/seven, I thought it may be
Baked Garlic Grits
1 c. grits (not instant) 1 garlic cheese roll 1/2 stick butter 1 egg 1/2 c. milk Tabasco 1 c. cheddar cheese Cook grits the usual way. While still hot, stir in garlic cheese and butter. Combine egg with milk and stir into grits along with a dash of Tabasco. Pour into buttered baking dish and bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes. Top with grated cheddar cheese and return to over
