Iron Bowl 2017, Roll Tide Roll!

Today is Iron Bowl 2017–Get ready to Roll Tide Roll!

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Alabama icon–a Bear Bryant hound’s tooth hat.

Lee Corso picks Alabama

Lefty and I love ESPN Gameday for the most part. We typically don’t like their guest prognosticators, but last week they had Craig T. Nelson, which was pretty cool.

Almost all the ESPN Gameday guys picked Alabama to win…but Lee Corso is the one who counts the most!  Unfortunately, I forgot while running around town trying to find the type of Christmas ornament holders that I like.  Didn’t find them. Fortunately, Lefty recorded it for me!

I say “Roll,” You say “Tide!” Roll Tide, Roll Tide!

But folks are all ready for The Game in their orange and blue or crimson (not red and white, thank you very much) and white.

You go past any random stranger in a crimson shirt and greet them cordially, “Roll Tide.”

In return, they say back in complete agreement, “Roll Tide.”

 

Translation:

“Roll Tide” is to say: Alabama is going to beat Auburn, right?

The other person reciprocates, “Roll Tide!”  This means:  Absolutely!!!

 

Roll Tide t-shirt

Alabama vs. Auburn Rivalry

As always, the University of Alabama vs. Auburn University rivalry will be one of the most unforgettable game of the year.  Yes, the Crimson Tide is #1 in the NCAA.  But you just never can bet on the Iron Bowl–the name of the ageless rivalry.

Roll Tide?

Roll Tide!

Bama sweatshirt

Okay, marketing people at Walmart…The school colors are Crimson and White…Not black and red. :-p

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#IronBowl2017
#AlabamaAuburn
#collegefootball
#rivalry

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Shelby’s Thanksgiving Intervention — A Short Story

Today I wrote a short story from a Thanksgiving writer’s prompt at Writer’s Digest:  Shelby’s Thanksgiving Intervention — Short Story.  I found the turkey craft here at “11 Best Turkey Crafts for Kids.”

Hope you enjoy!

Thanksgiving paper turkey craft
Shelby’s Thanksgiving Intervention
(Or, Now Who’s the Turkey??)

By: Stephanie L. Robertson

Thanksgiving is my favorite time of the year with its beautiful fall leaves and sumptuous feasting.  I was looking forward to another Thanksgiving feast à la Mom.

“We’ll just go ahead,” said my husband, Ben, as he stepped from the car and grabbed the hands of my two younger kids.

“Ouch, Dad, that hurts,” cried my seven-year-old, Wendy.

“Sh!” said Ben as he let go Wendy’s hand and pushed her and Pete inside Mom and Dad’s house without the usual courtesy of knocking.

“Now that was just weird,” I said to my older son, Jesse.  “Do you want to help me carry in one of the casseroles? Looks like Dad isn’t going to help.”

Jesse looked at me from the corner of his eyes.  His voice shook a little.  “Uh, Mom, I’ve got to go!”

Then he sprinted toward large brick house without a second glance.

I shrugged and juggled all three casserole dishes, shutting the hatch of our SUV with my left foot.

With the assortment of cars and trucks parked in the driveway, it looked as though all the family was there.

I teetered up the steps of the house and yelled through my parents’ heavy mahogany door, “Hey!  Can someone lend a hand?”

The door swung open.

The entire family was sitting in the living room, all eyes were on me.

But instead of a Thanksgiving turkey, there was a giant “Intervention” sign hanging across the mantle.

“Shelby,” said my mother quietly, “We’ve got to talk.”

I felt all three casserole dishes fall to the hardwood floor as I stared back in shock.

“Shelby, you have spent entirely too much time writing for that NANOWRIMO, to the detriment of your family,” said Ben.

“Instead of having Thanksgiving this year, we’re asking that you admit yourself to Writer’s Recovery in Tucson, Arizona,” said Dad.

“Shelby, we want you to come back to us—the way you used to be!” sobbed my sister, Jane.

“You’ll take a flight to Tucson and spend two weeks at the Three Points Resort and Spa for the duration of your recovery,” said my cousin Fred.  “The brochure says the resort features pool-side light therapy, Jungian horseback-riding counseling, and massage transaction analysis.”

Please, Shelby, we want you to come home completely intervened.  No work for two weeks, dear. We’re begging you.”

Shelby didn’t think twice.  “Okay.  I’m in!”

Thanksgiving text with fall letters: Now Who's the Turkey??

Writing prompt source:  http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/thanksgiving-intervention

Happy Valentine’s Day 2015

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Happy Valentine’s Day tomorrow, dear Readers!

Today I’m going to help out with Princess Buttercup’s class party. She made her own Valentine’s card box for the party.  I helped a little bit with wrapping it in white butcher paper.  

Then she dipped the back of her fists in acrylic paint to decorate the box with hand-print hearts.  It kinda worked.  We had to use our fingers to fill in the hearts and make it look more heart-shaped.

Anyway, I have all of these vintage Valentine’s Day cards that I found in a box of things that I won at an auction in Tennessee.  They are circa 1956.

Hope you enjoy them and have a Happy Valentine’s Day!
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