Shellie Rushing Tomlinson
Hello everyone, welcome back to the porch. I'm sorry I'm late.
Please excuse me while I go inside for a big pitcher
of tea and some glasses for everyone. When I get back I'll tell
you why I'm late. I pulled a real bonehead move this morning. ~smile~
Ahhh...that's refreshing isn't it? Maybe I can talk now, I'm
beginning to get my breath back.
We woke up to another beautiful day here in the South, prompting
me to go for an early morning bike ride. ( I usually jog, or
walk.) Things were going so well, at first...
Pedaling effortlessly with the wind at my back, I took in the
sights and smells of the season while waving happily at the area
farmers on their tractors. I was enjoying the ride so much that
I decided to branch out even further than my normal path. With this
brilliant idea I set out on a big square route down our country
roads, (we don't exactly have blocks, here). I get the feeling
you're getting ahead of me. Quit smiling.
Okay, you guessed it. Reality hit when I turned the last corner
and headed home. Oh, my gosh! That sweet little wind at my back
had turned into a hellish hurricane in my face! The first six
miles of my ride took about twenty minutes--the last two miles
took forty-five! I had to put my ten-speed in it's highest gear,
and even then, the only way I could even move the darn thing was
to stand up on the pedals like a kid. Anything less and the wind
would literally push me back-wards!
By the time I got home my muscles had turned to jelly and my
rosy attitude had turned to sour grapes. A dog stood up a little
piece from the house like he was going to growl, but I growled
first. "You do," I said, "and I'll have to kick your teeth down
your throat." He actually ducked his tail and crawled back to his
house.
Enough whining from me. There's a southern celebration ahead and
I don't want to ruin it. We have a special guest in my cyber
kitchen today. His name is Willie Crawford and he's stirring up
a great cole slaw. You can find Willie later back at his place,
chitterlings.com.
Hugs,
Shellie
P.S. Has anyone seen the Ibuprofin?
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~~Chuckles~~
"Nature at Work"
One of the popular activities in Florida is jungle-cruise boat
rides. People love seeing the low overhanging vegetation, the
thick growth in the water and the snakes and alligators.
One day an experienced cruise guide was asked by a Yankee tourist,
"Do you ever have trouble with snakes droppng into the boat
from overhanging branches?"
"Nope," said the guide, "there's no problem. You get a snake in
the boat, you get people in the water. You get people in the
water, you got alligators, so you get people back in the boat.
No problem here."
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~~A Taste of the South~~
"Willie Crawford's Creamy and Healthy Cole Slaw"
Here is my favorite recipe for cole slaw, an excellent way
to add raw cabbage to your diet and therefore add more fiber.
See this stuff can be good for you! Willie Crawford
"Creamy and Healthy Cole Slaw"
• 2 pound cabbage
• 2 large carrots
• 1 medium red pepper
• 1 medium green pepper
• 1/3 teaspoon celery seeds
• 3/4 cups apple cider vinegar
• 1 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup sugar
Warm the sugar and vinegar until sugar dissolves. Stir gently.
Shred cabbage and carrots. Allow the sugar and vinegar mixture
to cool and pour it over the cabbage and carrots.
Chop the peppers into small pieces. They're for flavor, but
they're also for color. The same is true for the carrots.
Mix the chopped peppers, the salt, and celery seeds into the
cabbage mixture. Pour the whole thing into a bowl, cover, and
allow to settle. I put mine in the refrigerator overnight to
allow the flavors to blend. The longer you allow it to just
sit, the more the flavors mix.
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~~Spotlight on the South~~
SPOTLIGHT ON THE JUDDS
When Naomi Judd married her high school sweetheart in Ashland,
Kentucky and gave birth to baby daughter Wynonna, she had no way
of knowing she was also giving birth to the other half of what
would one day become a country phenomenon. A few short years
later, when Wynonna's little sister, Ashley, was three years,
Naomi divorced her husband and the Judd girls struck out on their
own.
Life wasn't easy for a single mom and two small girls. Money was
short and entertainment was scarce when Naomi and Wynonna first
began singing together to, in Naomi's words, "just get through
one day at a time." And that is how the beautiful, unique sound
of the Judds, a sound that would soon captivate the country music
world and rocket the Judds to the top of the charts, was born.
In 1979 Naomi and the girls moved to Nashville, looking for
someone to believe in their dream; someone who would recognize the
individual style of music that came from their hearts and minds.
They shopped their home-made music, taped on a K-Mart recorder, to
anyone who'd listen. Only four short years later the Judds were
RCA recording artists.
Though it sounds like a cliche, the Judds literally came out of
nowhere to become one of the most, if not the most, celebrated
mother/daughter duo of all time. Once they stormed the charts, no
one could knock them off.
Although we thought we'd listen to their captivating sound for years
to come, life had another dramatic turn ahead for the Judds. Eight
brief years later, at the peak of their success, Naomi was diagnosed
with Hepatitis C and forced to retire.
Today Naomi Judd is in remission. She's a best-selling author, talk
show host and highly sought-after motivatinal speaker. Wynonna is a
superstar in her own right. But for millions of fans the world over,
the phenomenon that was "The Judds" will never be forgotten.
Click here to order Naomi and Wynonna's Farewell Tour Video (1993)
Click here to order Wynonna Judd Collection-CD
Click here for Naomi's book, "Love Can Build A Bridge"
~Shellie
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~~It's Been Said...~~
"He was sure any woman who would wordlessly volunteer to stretch
bait in the middle of a bream frenzy was the girl for him."
----Padgett Powell, on a friend who married a Southern woman who,
on their first date, had torn catalpa worms in half when they
were running out of bait.
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~~Southern Comfort~~
"If God is Dead..."
I'm a news buff. If I haven't read the newspaper the day
isn't complete. (Even now Fox News is in the background as
I type.) Unfortunately, the news channels are far from
what you'd describe as feel good entertainment.
More often than not, the news serves only to remind me of how
much I treasure the reassurance my relationship with God brings.
And then my thoughts progress to how difficult this world must
be to those adrift without this stability in their lives.
How I wish everyone knew the wonder of having an intimate,
personal relationship with God. Why? Does it make everything
perfect? Heck, no! I could bend your ear with problems if I
wanted to. Why, then? Because it provides you with a heavenly
reservation? Well, yeah, but that's the icing on the cake. The
milk, eggs and flour are the peace, love and joy that comes with
the ticket.
My relationship with Jesus has given me a peace I couldn't
find anywhere else. It's a settled feeling. Hebrews 6:19 calls
it an anchor of the soul. I can't think of a better way to say
it.
This past week I was looking for some particular song lyrics
when I ran across an unfamiliar title. Although I've never heard
the song, I could identify with the writer. The title was, "If
God is Dead, Who's That Living in My Heart?" You know, on second
thought, I think I'm going back to download those lyrics. I
might've found a new theme song.
~Shellie
(Please write me if I can help you find the peace I talk about.
I'll listen...I promise...)
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~~Southern Exchange~~
Your letters:
Dear Shellie,
I was born and raised in Gonzales, La., a small town between
Baton Rouge and New Orleans, although I've lived in Tulsa, OK
for the past nine years. (That's what happens when you marry an
Okie.) I miss the south so very badly. I look forward to this
email every week. Thanks so much!
Page Myers
Tulsa, Oklahoma
(Dear Page, I'm in the top corner of La., but I know where
Gonzales is. Tell your Okie we forgive him for taking you
away from the South. Hugs,Shellie)
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Dear Shellie,
Thanks for the reminder of John 10:10 in one of your recent
"Southern Comfort" articles. I think we sometimes forget who
truly gave us life, and made it possible for us to live it
abundantly and peacefully, with our eyes on eternity. Thanks
again.
Terri Schmidt
Bel Air, Maryland --born in southeast FL, a southern gal now
uprooted to more northern parts!
(Dear Terri, You're very welcome. Thanks for writing in. I
do believe you're the sole porch-sitter from Maryland. If I'm
wrong, maybe we'll hear from the others. ~smile~ Shellie)
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Dear Shellie:
Your story last week about the bird attacking the squirrel
reminds me of a similar incident.
Coming home from shopping, pushing open the garage door with my
foot, I entered the fenced-in backyard with my arms loaded with
packages. No sooner had the door banged shut behind me, when
something hit me on top of the head, hard!
I screamed and threw up my arms sending packages in all
directions. In the next second something rushed past my head
with a whooshing sound, barely missing me. What in the world?
Frightened, I looked all around --seeing nothing. There was
no one in sight. I gathered up my packages, holding the largest
one over my head, and ran the 20 or so feet to the house.
Safe within the heavy glass outside door, (which I immediately
locked), I scanned the yard for my attacker. Nothing. Rubbing
my head, my fingers felt something sticky. Lordy, I was bleeding!
Perplexed and scared, I went to the door to scan the backyard
again, still nothing. No, wait, there WAS something-- a commotion
in the bushes on the side of the garage.
Here came a squirrel, running rather slowly and crookedly, followed
by a mocking bird viciously attacking the squirrel, darting up and
then back down, chasing it around, dive-bombing its beak into the
squirrel's head. I almost felt it myself! That's what had happened
to me. The squirrel did everything it could to cover its head with
its front paws, but was unsuccessful and was literally crippled by
the mocking bird. Obviously in pain, the poor squirrel finally managed
to crawl its way back into the bushes and burrow under the heavy
foliage. The mocking bird flew away, but not far. Together with
a second mocking bird they continued to search for the squirrel.
The mystery of my attacker was solved, but it was a long time
before I ventured into my backyard without trepidation-- or an
umbrella.
Warm regards,
Shirley M. Brown
Shreveport, LA
(Dear Shirley, that's some story! I don't know about you, but I
think those mocking birds need to hear from someone farther up
the food chain. Like maybe my red-headed friend and her trusty
b-b gun. ~Shellie)
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~~A Southern Definition~~
"If you've never snacked on sweet clover and honeysuckle...you could have been a girly girl."
--Shellie Rushing Tomlinson
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