Homemade Caramel Corn
Welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen, friends! Chances are your team has a big game this weekend. Whether you plan to tailgate on site, or host a pregame or postgame party at your house, or just chill with your sweetheart, you need a special treat to whip up for munching and I, your happy hostess, have just the right one! It’s my Homemade
Without Me He Won’t
Sometimes I throw up word pictures on my Instagram, which is synced to my Twitter, which is tied to my Facebook (and am I the only one thinking about the hip bone connected to the thigh bone?). These takeaway thoughts are always pulled straight from what's going on in my own life. Meaning, I'm "preaching" to myself first, and then to anyone listening out there
The Disembodied Hand – A Halloween Story
So you like a spooky story, do you? Well, I’ve got just what the creepy doctor ordered. We’ll be reading straight from the fifth chapter of Daniel. Of course, I’m just dying to add some commentary here and there, but I’ll put my thoughts in italics to make double dog sure there’s no misunderstanding. Once upon a time in a land for away a royal named
Trouble in Texas? I report, You Decide
Perhaps you've seen images of Coach Les Miles "holding" his frenzied caged Tigers in the tunnel before a big game. It looks like this. He waits as long as possible before he "releases" them on the opposition. What you may not know is that there is another coach in Houston, TX who is tasked with restraining a similar group of frenzied athletes. While they are playing a different sport, you can clearly see from the following picture
Canned Meat, Radio, Travel Plans, and Rotten Eggs– this post has it all.
Hey y'all! This is a just a stream of consciousness/touching base/housekeeping type of post since I haven't been to the blog in weeks. Mind you, I'm still hosting ATS LIVE each Monday evening on Talk540 and producing new website and radio segments for my affiliates week in and week out, so I do hope all of you fine blog readers have found those All Things Southern efforts. I'd hate
Oughta Be Shamed to the Knees
We have a saying in the South, “He oughta be shamed to his knees.” The observation is made of someone who has made choices that seem to have embarrassed everyone but the one making them. Generally, there’s a widely agreed upon and unspoken progression of thought tacked on the end: He oughta be shamed to be his knees— but he’s not. I thought about that saying earlier when
A Note to My 17-Year-Old Self by Shellie Rushing Tomlinson
Dear Seventeen Year Old Shellie, I’m supposed to write you and explain some of the things you need to know before you go any further. Yes, I realize that “you know.” Why? Because you say that all the time but I’m talking about things that aren’t even on your radar, Missy, things that will help you live this life as deep and wide as possible. Does
Thoughts from the Backwards Jogger
Yes, literally. In an effort, I suppose, to stay true to my life's overall theme, my knees are weird. FYI, my knees have ALWAYS hurt. When I was a teenager running bleachers during basketball conditioning I thought it was normal-- that everyone's knees were aching. A trip to the ortho in my 30's when I was playing tons of team tennis and my knees were killing me revealed
(New Post) Who Needs Facebook
Facebook can be a drain on your time
Hazed by the Electoral College — Humor Relief for a Nail-biting Nation
Yes, I know "they" say you shouldn't blog more than once a day and I've already blabbed blogged once today. The thing is, I thought y'all might need some humor relief right about now. Towards that end, here's an excerpt from Sue Ellen's Girl Ain't Fat, She Just Weighs Heavy! I hope you enjoy~ Hazed by the Electoral College One can only imagine why the subject of bribes