I Need A Title For This Post

Well, it would seem that I took myself a bit of a bloggy vacation. And do you know what? It wasn’t planned, but it was delightful.

Last week I got to spend a lot of time in my hometown with my family (thank y’all so much for all your sweet comments on the post about Joe), and even though we were together as the result of some sad circumstances, we talked and laughed and reminisced and laughed some more. Joe’s funeral was absolutely beautiful, and there’s a post brewing way down deep in my heart about all the sacrificial acts of kindness I’ve witnessed over the last few days. Being able to see so many of the families that I knew when I was growing up left me teary-eyed and oh-so-grateful. My little hometown has its faults, but when push comes to shove I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was a pretty wonderful place to grow up – and the people there are precisely the reason why. The way that they reached out to and loved on my aunt and my cousins ministered to all of us.

After the funeral we had a BIG OLE LUNCH over at my parents’ house, and I wanted to take pictures of the food but felt a little self-conscious about it because, you know, AWKWARD. So you’ll just have to trust me when I tell you that there was a chicken pie that would’ve rocked your world. At first it seemed like it was pretty standard chicken pie fare, but then I tasted the crust and angels sang and then I realized that THERE WERE DUMPLINS INSIDE THE CHICKEN PIE.

Those dumplins totally revolutionized my chicken pie-eating experience. I will never be the same.

Oh, no. I will never be the same.

The next 48 hours brought all manner of family togetherness, and then, in an unexpected and very spontaneous turn of events, Sister, Alex and I hopped in the car Saturday afternoon and drove to our favorite place on earth.

Oh, glory.

It was such a blast. We rang responsibly and cheered until we were hoarse and had ourselves a fine time. We sat with my friend Daphne and her family, and the one-liners coming from Daph and her brother kept me laughing the entire game. Plus, Alex decided that he was going to be Ernest P. Justice and keep an eye on one particular person in our section who was struggling a little bit with the new cowbell rules, and I promise you that if I’d had a citation pad, my child would’ve written that man a ticket. It cracked me up. I would’ve encouraged him more in his pursuit of Cowbell Control if I didn’t hold the personal opinion that the Southeastern Conference (of which I am a decided fan, by the way) doesn’t really need to concern itself with our MOST PRIZED TRADITION, because if the cowbells did in fact afford us some sort of unfair home field advantage, then WE PROBABLY WOULD’VE MADE IT TO MORE THAN TWO BOWL GAMES IN THE LAST TEN YEARS.

I mean, seriously. Are we such a perennial threat for football conference championships that the SEC has to find a way to level the playing field? Because while I don’t know much, I do know that I’ve been a State fan all of my life, and last time I checked on that “perennial threat” front, um, NO.

The cowbells are a beloved tradition. Plain and simple. They’re fun. They may be a bit of an annoyance to the other team, but they’re not a game-changer by any stretch of the imagination. And that’s all I have to say about that.

Until I decide that I have more to say, of course.





So. That’s what we’ve been doing. Also: late this afternoon Mama, Daddy and Martha arrived for tomorrow’s Grandparents’ Day at the little man’s school, and I took Martha to Steinmarts about five minutes after they pulled down the driveway. But that’s a story that will have to wait because I’m tired.

(She bought two jackets!!!!!)

(And one of them was only $3.95!!!!!)



Happy New Week, y’all.

p.s. Don’t forget about the great discussions about kids and texting that are going on over at BlogHer.

p.p.s. Don’t forget that the Bulldogs are currently ranked #20 in the BCS Standings.

p.p.p.s. Don’t forget that our current ranking has NOTHING TO DO WITH ANY SORT OF UNFAIR COWBELL-RELATED ADVANTAGE.

p.p.p.p.s. I’ve missed you terribly.

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  1. Hi! I read,never comment. I had to though. I’m from Miss. and my hubby and I went to MSU! (go Dawg’s). What the what is this cow bell business?! we were supposed to go this past weekend, but my 3 year old had to have his tonsils removed. :( reading this post made me sad we missed out. Sounds like a great weekend. Blessings!

  2. I do hope that it was not my son,Nick ,who was not respecting the bell. After Dan the Man made his announcement,he assured me that he behaved. But it is just soooo hard not to fling that bell around when you are on a WINNING streak. Oh, have mercy. It is so sweet.

  3. Well, we have so missed YOU, but are so very glad for your family and bell-ringing times. What would we do without them? (The family part, that is.)
    And tomorrow? I’m a second grade teacher who knows tomorrow will bring in kids hopped up on Halloween candy and good stories. Can’t wait.

  4. Here’s what I want to know: Were either of the two jackets darlin’ plus?

  5. I know the new cowbell rules are probably tough, but at least you get to keep your mascot! I am not enjoying being the Ole Miss Bears!

  6. Lynnette R says:

    First of all, welcome back. We missed you. Secondly, as a Vol fan I must say I agree with you that the SEC was a bit overly agressive regarding the cowbells. Annoying perhaps. (And as a Vol fan I want to thank MSU for beating UK Saturday. Few things bring us more pleasure.) Game changers? Not. And to Marley, bless your heart. I agree that Ole Miss Bears is…well, it’s just sad. And completely unnecessary. And kinda cruel I think.
    I started a couple comments last week after reading your post about Joe. I just couldn’t finish. Difficult. Within the span of 3 short weeks in January of 08 our family experienced the deaths of my dad’s 100 year old father and my mom’s 92 year old mother. And as you know grandparents are just the most amazing people in the world. Adored and beloved. Grief and sadness galore. I felt your pain last week and some of my own. I thought of you often. I just want to say how sorry I am for your sadness. I also know how comforting it is to know that they are at peace. And if given a chance they wouldn’t dare come back.

  7. My beloved Baylor Bears are #21 in the BCS! We couldn’t be happier. I’ve never been a “sports person” but I will admit that I almost cried when they came out on top of the Longhorns Saturday night.

    And I hope you get that recipe for the chicken pie (hint hint)…

  8. Only in the South would we put dumplins’ in our chicken pot pie. Because we like our food healthy. :) It does sound delish though!

  9. A jacket for $3.95, darned good bargain!

  10. I had much the same experience when my mom passed away two summers ago…going home to my small town, where, like yours, there are faults, but people do really take care of each other, was so amazing (sorry for the run-on sentence). So sorry to hear about your loss!

  11. Actually, I’m considering cow bells to help bring the Vols a dang victory this year. Bless them. And go Miss State! I’m always happy to see SOMEONE in the SEC doing well…since it’s clearly not the Vols’ year.

  12. My kids think that chicken pot pie and chicken dumplings are the two best dishes in the world (surprisingly they even rank above our frequent lunch staple of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese).

    I’m not sure we could handle the combination of dumplings AND pot pie. But you do have me thinking… Since we’re on the verge of uprooting our family of nine and moving 1000 miles to Dallas, I may be in need of some Good Mom Points!

  13. Missed you too! I have MS roots way down in Mt. Olive/Collins and believe the best Chicken Pot Pie and Dumplings come out of MS! My team, AU, is now sitting @ #2 after a romp on Ole Miss. I like those Rebels but that was just business that we needed to take care of;) I have relatives that are both State, Ole Miss and Southern grads. But I do have to say if that Crimson Tide had been sitting @ #1 last week a bunch a ducks would not have jumped over them !!! WAR EAGLE !!!!

  14. I’m right with you on the cowbell situation. They’ve obviously helped us accumulate so many championships. I’m pretty sure you and Alex walked by our tent a few times Saturday.

  15. Oh, Sophie, my husband & I talked to little Joel as we were going into the stadium, and he was getting to his seats! And, to think that you were RIGHT THERE and I didn’t know it!! Oh well, we won the game, right?? So, I’m in a very good mood today! GO DAWGS!!!

  16. Maybe Joe sent y’all that chicken pie from heaven. At my Daddy’s funeral, we received a pork loin that was much the same. It was just sitting in my mom’s kitchen when we came back from running errands. We sliced it up. . .’cause, ya know, pork loin. Then we partook. . .and the angels they did sing. My Momma said, “Where did this come from.” And my husband said, “Heaven.” We never DID figure out who delivered the pork loin.

  17. Have you read the book, Being Dead is No Excuse? If not, you’d love it. It was written by two Delta women and it’s about what all of us from small towns know when it comes to funerals.

  18. Amen, and Amen. Very well said. Oh, and try to get that chicken pie recipe!

  19. Hello Boo, just linked to your blog from PW woman…and since you are a SEC fan, I had to say hello! I’m on the roll tide side of the house, but totally agree on the SEC and your cowbell privileges! Glad to see y’all ranked so high! From another southern girl…sherri!

  20. You are so right about the cowbells!

    I always laugh and laugh when you talk about Martha and Steinmart and jackets! It reminds me of my mother. Such a bargain shopper, and she loves clothes!

    And, you would like Being Dead is No Excuse, the book another commenter mentioned. I have it, and it is funny.

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