Ok, I changed my mind. Keeping my Twitter acct. because I am just too darn nosey. As far as the diet thing goes Linda, I am going to to a good cleanse & hop back on track with my healthy eating pattern & going back to the gym. Think Scott & Jackson will be going back too. Getting it back in gear! Whoopie!!!... :o)
Leslie
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Deleting...Purging
Since it's a new year, I feel the need to do another Facebook purge. I am also thinking about ditching my Twitter since a very few ever see what I post. Following is fun but that's about it.
Beware of the chopping block!
Leslie
Beware of the chopping block!
Leslie
Monday, February 14, 2011
Daddy's Girl
On Valentine's Day, three years ago today, my daddy left this earth to join my mama in heaven. He joined her after her passing just nine months previous. We all thought it was such a fitting reunion for them to be rejoined on Valentine's Day. As a loving tribute to him & wonderful memory for me, I am posting the lyrics to a song that he always dedicated to me...it was OUR song. I cried the the first time I heard it & still cry everytime I hear it. Nothing could ever sum up our relationship any better than this.
"Daddy's Girl", sung by Red Sovine
I recall the night that you came into this world.
I couldn't believe the doctor when he said: "It's a little girl."
I said: "Now Doc, you must be wrong. You see I want a boy."
Then he laid you in my arms and my heart sang with joy.
Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl,
I'm the centre of Daddy's world.
I know I'm Daddy's number one,
For he loves me like I was his son.
Daddy's Girl.
I recall the day I took you to a baseball game.
You brought along your baby doll and half its' baby things.
We sat there a-playin' house, while the Dodgers played the Braves.
And ev'ryone in the bleachers looked at us as if to say.
Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl,
I'm the centre of Daddy's world.
I know I'm Daddy's number one,
For he loves me like I was his son.
Daddy's Girl.
I recall the day I took you on a fishin' trip,
You said: "Daddy won't that hook hurt the fishes' lips?"
And you said if they don't get air, those things in the can will die.
So we turned the worms all loose and chased some butterflies.
Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl,
I'm the centre of Daddy's world.
I know I'm Daddy's number one,
For he loves me like I was his son. Daddy's Girl.
I recall the day that your young man come to call.
Seems like only yesterday, you swam and played football.
But I know the time has come, that I must set you free.
But no matter where you are, you know what you are to me.
Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl,
I'm the centre of Daddy's world.
I know I'm Daddy's number one,
For he loves me like I was his son.
Daddy's Girl.
Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl, I'm the centre of Daddy's world.
I know I'm Daddy's number one,
For he loves me like I was his son.
Daddy's Girl.
In loving memory of my father, Lamar Baird. I love you Daddy! ~~ Kecky
"Daddy's Girl", sung by Red Sovine
I recall the night that you came into this world.
I couldn't believe the doctor when he said: "It's a little girl."
I said: "Now Doc, you must be wrong. You see I want a boy."
Then he laid you in my arms and my heart sang with joy.
Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl,
I'm the centre of Daddy's world.
I know I'm Daddy's number one,
For he loves me like I was his son.
Daddy's Girl.
I recall the day I took you to a baseball game.
You brought along your baby doll and half its' baby things.
We sat there a-playin' house, while the Dodgers played the Braves.
And ev'ryone in the bleachers looked at us as if to say.
Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl,
I'm the centre of Daddy's world.
I know I'm Daddy's number one,
For he loves me like I was his son.
Daddy's Girl.
I recall the day I took you on a fishin' trip,
You said: "Daddy won't that hook hurt the fishes' lips?"
And you said if they don't get air, those things in the can will die.
So we turned the worms all loose and chased some butterflies.
Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl,
I'm the centre of Daddy's world.
I know I'm Daddy's number one,
For he loves me like I was his son. Daddy's Girl.
I recall the day that your young man come to call.
Seems like only yesterday, you swam and played football.
But I know the time has come, that I must set you free.
But no matter where you are, you know what you are to me.
Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl,
I'm the centre of Daddy's world.
I know I'm Daddy's number one,
For he loves me like I was his son.
Daddy's Girl.
Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl, I'm the centre of Daddy's world.
I know I'm Daddy's number one,
For he loves me like I was his son.
Daddy's Girl.
In loving memory of my father, Lamar Baird. I love you Daddy! ~~ Kecky
Saturday, February 12, 2011
A Mother's Journey ~ In Rememberance of Lou Ann Bell
A Mother's Journey
For those who are fortunate enough to still be blessed by having your Mom with you, this is beautiful...For those who aren't...it is even more beautiful. It takes my breath!
The young mother set her foot on the path of life.
"Is this the long way?" she asked.
And the guide said "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the ! end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years.
So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, and taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog, and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms.
And with this, she gave them strength to face the world. Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all...unconditional love.
And when they reached the top they said,
"Mother, we would not have done it without you."
The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children."
And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers.
One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.
And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can their children after them. And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still.
A Mother like ours is more than a memory.
She is a living presence."
Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion ...happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow...
and all the while, hoping and praying you will only
know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home,
and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space...not even death!
MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED.
In loving memory of Lou Ann Bell, who's journey ended February 11, 2010.
__________________________________________________
For those who are fortunate enough to still be blessed by having your Mom with you, this is beautiful...For those who aren't...it is even more beautiful. It takes my breath!
The young mother set her foot on the path of life.
"Is this the long way?" she asked.
And the guide said "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the ! end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years.
So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, and taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog, and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms.
And with this, she gave them strength to face the world. Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all...unconditional love.
And when they reached the top they said,
"Mother, we would not have done it without you."
The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children."
And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers.
One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.
And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can their children after them. And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still.
A Mother like ours is more than a memory.
She is a living presence."
Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion ...happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow...
and all the while, hoping and praying you will only
know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home,
and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space...not even death!
MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED.
In loving memory of Lou Ann Bell, who's journey ended February 11, 2010.
__________________________________________________
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Bad, bad junk food!
Oh give me strength! Peanut butter M&M's are taunting me. Someone please tell me that I DO NOT need them! Meanwhile, I am working on getting this gallon jug of water in me. :o)
Leslie
Leslie
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