Shellie Rushing Tomlinson
Hey everyone, welcome back to the porch! I wish I could
offer you all a glass of ice cold tea, but virtual
refreshment doesn't quite hit the spot, does it?
I appreciate everyone who has written in asking about
Phillip. (For those just joining us, my son is out for the rest
of the football season with an ACL injury.)
Phillip is hard at work rehabing the muscles around the knee
and his spirits are good. He's been measured for a new
brace and the doctors still think he has a good chance
of being able to put off surgery until after his baskeball
season! As for Mom, after years of holding my breath and
watching him quarterback--I can't get used to seeing him
standing on the sidelines, drying the ball between plays.
We lost Friday night. Bummer! It was an away game and the field
was located way too close to a cotton gin. Every now and then
when the wind got just right, the nasty smell of the gin trash
overwhelmed us. (Sidebar for my Yankee friends: Gin trash is
the refuse that comes from the cotton gin after the cotton is
processed. It's great fertilizer for your flower beds and
excellent at opening up your sinuses.) When our
Rebels lost, someone next to me commented wryly that the
night stunk all the way around.
Few things inspire as much passion in the south as the pigskin.
Football has been called a religion here, and for some that
might hold more than an once of truth. Rival teams prepare for
their opponents with boot camp intensity, while their fans
approach the pregame tail-gating festivities with the same careful
attention to detail. Don't miss the "Southern Recipe" if you're
planning to feast with your friends this weekend. I'm sending you
a great dip to get things started.
Here's hoping the rest of your season is a tremendous success,
unless of course, you're playing my Rebels...
Hugs,
Shellie
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"Chuckles"
They call this area of the country the Bible Belt and just
about everyone around has seen the type of preacher in
this week's chuckle. Picture this fellow as
the larger than life, louder than loud, animated
version.
A certain country preacher was wired for sound with a new lapel
mike. He moved briskly around the platform, jerking the mike
cord as he went.
Unfamiliar with this new technology, he managed to get wound
up in the cord every few minutes, each time nearly tripping
himself in the process before jerking the cord roughly.
After several circles and jerks, a little girl in the third
pew leaned toward her mother and whispered, "If he gets loose,
will he hurt us?"
--Thanks to Peggy from Monroe, La. for this week's chuckle.
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"A Taste of the South"
This dip has become a family favorite. Warning--you might want
to double the recipe; it's kind of addictive. I don't know what
its real name is, but my family named it after the first
person we knew serving it.
"Karen Lensing Dip"
•16 oz. Montery Jack Cheddar Cheese with Jalepeno Peppers
•1 tomatoe, diced (We've found we like to substitute a can of
Rotel tomatoes)
•1 Bunch chopped green onions
•1 Can chopped green chilies
•1 Can chopped black olives
•1 pkg. dry Italian dressing season mix
Grate cheese, combine with remaining ingredients, toss well
and enjoy!
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"Spotlight on the South"
THE LEGENDARY PAUL "BEAR" BRYANT
He got the nickname after wrestling a bear on stage at a theater
in Fordyce, Arkansas for a lousy five bucks; but that was far better
than the 50 cents he would have made picking cotton that day.
Young Paul Bryant was poor, you see, dirt poor, as were most of
the good people in southern Arkansas at the time.
This man we would someday call "Bear" with only the highest of
reverence was born in the boonies in a place around Kingsland
called Morro Bottoms on Sept. 11, 1913.
Growing up during these times was hard -- boys became men when
they still should have been playing like boys. And lads like
Bear Bryant quickly found themselves behind a plow every morning
before school and then back behind it again as the sun passed well
off into the Texas horizon.
But there was a way out of this world for Paul Bryant and it
wasn't wrestling animals. It was football. He loved the game and the
challenges it presented....
Surf to: http://www.al.com/alabamafootball/agate.ssf?resources/bear.html
to read this article in its entirety.
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"It's Been Said..."
"Mama wanted me to be a preacher. I told her preachin' and
coachin' were a lot alike."
--from the legendary Alabama football coach Bear Bryant
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"Southern Comfort"
Have you ever given someone the very best you had to offer--
and they threw it back in your face?
Have you ever wanted the very best for someone--
and they thought you were out to get them?
Have you ever been accused of things you knew you didn't do?
And yet--endlessly He loves.
He loves when we turn our backs on His offer of salvation.
He loves when we feel burdened by commandments meant for our
best interest.
He loves when we question him about injustices He isn't
responsible for.
Completely incomprehensible, unconditional love...
~Shellie
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"Southern Exchange"
Beth enjoyed last week's emag but she just couldn't stand by
and watch Tennessee get all the accolades. She sends this poem
in tribute to Florida:
"I Must be Home"
If I can...walk on the gulf's emerald shore,
sugar-white sand between my toes,
feel the balmy breeze,
hear the pound of the waves
as constant as a heartbeat.
And if I see...tree lined paths of mossy oaks,
branches reaching up and over
to form a canopy of green.
And if I can smell...honeysuckle,
sweet and fragrant, peach blossoms,
magnolia and jasmine.
And if I am...sitting on the porch at night
listening to the crickets chirp,
the whipporwhill's lonely call,
hearing the sounds that are a balm to my soul.
Then I must be...ahhh, HOME.
--Beth
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It's finally here! My memoir, "LESSONS LEARNED ON BULL RUN ROAD"
is now available at http://www.allthingssouthern.com/books.html
For those who've been asking and waiting--THANKS! For
everyone else, won't you visit the site and check out
the FREE sample chapter? (If you don't want to use your credit
card, you can snailmail, email of fax the printable order form!)
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WHAT SOUTHERN MOMS TELL THEIR DAUGHTERS...
About marriage: "You should marry for love and not for money.
But if you're gonna marry for money--make darn sure he's got
some!" Do you remember your southern mom's advice about love,
marriage, relationships and life in general? Then join the
fun; this project is exploding! Write me at
tomtom@allthingssouthern.com to have your mom's advice
memorialized in my new book: WHAT SOUTHERN MOMS TELL THEIR
DAUGHTERS...
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