Shellie Experiences Some Bad Elevator Etiquette
Hello folks, I've got sweet tea and lemonade iced down and the fans going on the porch. Have a seat and let’s chat…~smile~ I have an interesting experience to report. It happened on an elevator. Elevators are naturally good settings for interesting stories. I’ve read funny lists about things to do in an elevator, like catching non-existent flies and answering your shoe phone, ala
“Breaking Curses at the County Fair”
I'm not even supposed to know this, which means there’s a solid chance I’m not supposed to share it either, but hey, I’m pretty sure the statue of limitations has passed. Besides, it’s all in fun and I did change the names. The story is set in one of our neighboring parishes. A couple of years ago they had a county fair roll into town,
Your All Things Southern Weekly
Hey y'all! I have no way of knowing if those of you who are subscribed to my blog here are also subscribed to my website, which means I don't know if you are getting the free ATS Weekly. That said, I'm posting this week's weekly here, hopefully for your enjoyment :) If you decide you want to get it in your email box once a
“Inlaws, Outlaws, and Farm Animals?”
Sharing this story reminds me of one of the old hee-haw segments. I’m thinking of the one where the women gathered around the wash bucket and sang that they weren’t the kind to go around spreading rumors, so it would behoove everyone to listen close the first time. To be sure, I'm not trying to start something, either. I'm just repeating what the whole town
Don’t Just Feather Your Nest
The birds around here are in full out nest building mode. Dixie and I have been watching them during our morning prayer-times on the back porch. We’re both intrigued by their activity, albeit for different reasons. I think Dixie’s hoping someone will accidentally hop near enough to let her snag a meal without exerting herself too much or giving up her place in the shade.
President Woodrow Wilson
He was born on the 28th of December 1856 in Staunton, Virginia and raised in a very religious and academic household. His father was a Presbyterian minister, his mother the daughter of a Presbyterian minister. Little Woodrow was a smart kid, but a late bloomer. His learning problems may have been due to undiagnosed dyslexia. Although Woodrow didn’t learn to read until he was ten
The Dangers of Heavy Anesthesia
Hello folks, have I ever been looking forward to this visit! Have a seat and let’s chat…~smile~ Sometimes these little visits of ours write themselves. This is one of those times. Seriously, I could not let y’all miss this one. Let me tell you a story. Recently a man in Austria made an appointment with a dentist who also happened to be the woman he had
By the Light of the Silvery Moon
***LOOK for ways to win at the end of this post. Hey y'all! I hope you'll join me Monday afternoon for another fun hour at ATS LIVE, 5-6 PM CST. The amazing Tricia Goyer will be by to talk about her latest release, By the Light of the Silvery Moon.Tricia is a talented and prolific writer and she's always an interesting guest. ATS LIVE airs locally on TALK540 KMLB and streams
Whoever heard of a Pastimony?
Hey y'all! About to hit the road again. I'll be in Denham Springs, LA tonight at Cavalier House Books from six until ten talking about Suck Your Stomach In and Put Some Color On and Sue Ellen's Girl Ain't Fat, She Just Weighs Heavy! Hope you'll join us if you're within range. :) Right now, however, I wanted to share some words from my morning Bible study that I'm taking
Keggie Monsters
My oldest two grands are Keggie Hogs. Keggie, you may remember, is my grand name and, gain, it has nothing to do with a beer keg and everything to do with nieces and nephews saying Aunt Keggie when they tried to pronounce Aunt Shellie. Recently, my son-in-law Patrick, unveiled his grand idea for my birthday party. The plan: load a keg with Diet Coke and