Happy “Bufday” America from the Czars of ATS
Hey y'all, we're still recovering from a big Fourth around here but I wanted to throw up some pics from all the fun. These are from my cell phone because it was more convenient than going for the camera all the time. I'll be adding the briefest of commentary. :) Around here the Fourth fun began on the Second when the Mahers arrived from Houston and the sprinkler
Ode to My Older Siblings
Hey y'all, I got so hot washing down the porches earlier that I decided to drink straight from the water hose. Haven't done that in years. I guzzled actually, and boy did it bring back the memories of growing up on Bull Run Road
Because I Can
My early morning thought progression of which I feel I must share though I feel sure my grown kids and their spouses wish I wouldn't: This is such a pretty tree-- It's a shame this side of it isn't as pretty since we lost that big limb
No kin to me–
When I was a little girl growing up on Bull Run Road one of my favorite toys was a stuffed monkey with a yellow banana in his hand. I can STILL remember chewing on that plastic banana during stressful times, (most likely moments of torment inflicted by my two older sisters, regardless of what they tell 'ya.) I love monkeys, always have-- but I don't claim any
Crawdad Fishing on Bull Run Road
Just a little thought recorded for you down by the lake bank this morning. Click here: Crawdad Fishing Memories P.S. If you can't help but sing a bar or two of "You Get a Line and I'll Get a Pole, Honey"-- chances are, you've got southern blood in those veins. Anybody? :) Hugs, Shellie
A Nostalgic Look at my Famous Poetress Years
Just found this buried in the bottom of a file cabinet. It's my journal from my junior and senior years of high school and it is some serious stress relief! It comes from my famous poetress period. Here, I'll show you by copying an excerpt from one of the (she clears her throat) more interesting ones
One more reason why I’m weird
Hey y'all, can we chat? I am, without a doubt, one of the strangest people I know. I could list a myriad of reasons why that is so (and I'm picturing a whole host of people who would love to offer their help with such a list) but here is just ONE. It's about that last post-- the one with the super cool picture I found-- the one
Wrapped in the Arms of Love
Hey y'all, I'm always trying to describe how I came to be head over heels in love with the Word. It's not a relationship that happened overnight and it did NOT happen just because I decided to follow Jesus. On the contrary, I spent years as a follower of Christ wondering what in the world was wrong with me. I remember trying to get up in the mornings' wee hours to
Sue Ellen Facebook Party Wrap-up and List of Winners!
"Lord'avemercy," I said when the bell rang and the Sue Ellen Facebook party officially wrapped last night, "I've been to a pig roast, several county fairs and a handful of goat ropings--- and I've NEVER seen anything like THAT!" Madness is what it was, but it was lovely madness. We really must do it again, y'all. In the meantime, (while we're all recovering), here's a wrap
Best Friend Invite!
Hey y'all~ I ran across this from an anonymous source and just had to share
