My Keggie Cracks Me Up!
Hey y'all! I'm the Sweetness Czar of ATS. That's what my Keggie calls me. My folks named me Carlisle Mae. I wish y'all could see what's on my feet. They are socky things with little rattle toys on the toes. My Keggie kept me Wednesday and, bless her heart, she thought these would keep me occupied so I'd hang out all calm like on the
The Dog Rules, Sanctioned by Dixie Belle the Squirrel Patrol Czar
Hey y'all, I would love to say that I wrote these rules. I did not. They came via an email, but Dixie Belle and I have laughed ourselves silly over it. We have concurred that it is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth and hence, important for us to share. Dog Rules 1. The dog is NOT allowed in the house. 2. Okay, the
I Brought You Home in my Heart
Dear friend I met at Perdido Bay, We had such a short time to visit-- but your warm and easy nature coupled with your openess about your very fresh grief planted you deep in my heart. We brought you home. I'm upset with myself for not exchanging numbers, emails addresses, or anything that would help me stay in touch with you, so I'm hoping you'll find this blog. I so want you
Decorating Disaster of Perdido Bay
Hey y'all! I see all of your lovely messages on twitter and Fbook and I'll get to 'em, tomboy honor. In the meantime, we have agreed that we have seriously weak sand castle skills in this family! We were hoping that encrusting our castle with shells might rescue it. Not so much
Family Reunions or Uncle Who Did What?!
Hey y'all, "tell the truth and stay in church", (that would be one of my peoples' fav sayings), did y'all go to your family reunions this summer? I had two, only made one. (Mass apologies to mama's side!) Of course, truth is, I only made it to the Rushing shindig this past Saturday by the skin of my teeth. I was late. Again. Didn't even make the noon meal. Again. Hence
Don’t Feed the Author
Hey y'all, this morning's book signing/discussion for Sue Ellen's Girl Ain't Fat, She Just Weighs Heavy at the Lincoln Parish Library in Ruston, LA exceeded my expectations! As my author friends know full well, we NEVER know what to expect from these types of events. Sometimes, the most you can expect in the way of a crowd (unless you're John Grisham) is two or three people
Bring words with you and follow me
Hey y'all, Like me, you may have read the following prayer before. Like me, you may want to read it again. It was offered for our nation over the country's radio airwaves by President Franklin D. Roosevelt on June 6, 1944, the eve of D-Day as Allied troops were invading German-occupied Europe. I don't post it to start a wearying political discussion on the strengths and weaknessess of
The Sweetness Czar…
...arriving at the ATS office early this a.m. She is saying "Don't touch this bottle and no one gets hurt."
Another Ode to My Older Sisters
Thinking about y'all tonight as I call it a day. Will cover you and yours in prayer. In the words of one of my all-time fav child books "I love you forever, I love you always. As long as I'm living my sisters you'll be." And now, lest I sound too sappy, a pic of the last card I got from the middle sis-- so appropriate. Hugs, Shellie
Before Monday’s Mayhem
...I come for The Messiah's medicine... Thank you, Jesus