Note to Self

Enough said...

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Daddy’s Legacy

Daddy's Legacy 

 Six feet tall in his stocking feet with an inch or two to spare,

like coffee laced with whipping cream, his skin it was so fair.

Above his lips below his nose his moustache did stand out,

all neatly groomed and trimmed it was without a minute’s doubt.

He was long and lean and lanky, he was handsome as could be.

He always tamed the hats he wore with creases A to Z.

His khakis creased and starched from waist to spit-shined shoes,

all bathed and dressed and smelling good he’s ready for some blues.

Daddy loved and cherished Mama, she was his all and all

He showed her his devotion when he called her “Baby Doll”.

He always tried to snuggle at the end of every day

It did us kids a world of good to see our dad that way.

Daddy loved us kids a lot, we knew that from the start.

The attention he provided us came from deep within his heart.

1975

Six feet tall with mocha skin and wise beyond his years,

he left this world in ’88 I cried a many tears.

I wiped my face I dried my tears my dad’s life was over.

He lived his life he gave his best, And, now he’s with Jehovah.

Now that Daddy’s gone I know the lessons that he left,

everything he taught me makes me be my better self.

His legacy is simple; 

it is awesome with its power,

to live and love to sing and dance 

and to embrace the hour.
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RIP Daddy: 

Hermise Mason Wilkins ~

July 25, 1918 – September 3, 1988 

 © 2008 By Leona G. Shankle

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Music: My Muse

Have you ever had a song or a tune stuck in your head that won’t go away? I woke up this morning to the sad news that Aretha Franklin had passed earlier.

From that moment on Aretha’s songs and music were stuck in my head and they wouldn’t go away. Every step I took, every move I made, Aretha’s music was there. “Respect” skipped merrily through parks and playgrounds of my cluttered brain. “I Say A Little Prayer” danced happily on top of my overcrowded to-do-lists… in my head.

Most of the time, I can only stop the music stuck in my head by playing the tune over and over until I’ve overdosed on it. Today CNN performed the repetition so I didn’t need to go digging for my music.

Do you know Aretha Franklin? Do you like her music? I do. I love, love, love me some Aretha Franklin music.

What I love most is Aretha’s rendition of a song. It mesmerizes me. It holds me captive, unable to break away. The melodious rise and fall of her voice is spellbinding! Her clear throaty sound reaches way deep down inside my soul. I’m a willing prisoner to the heavenly sound of her words and music.

"Yea, oh yea - only Aretha . . ."

The journey she takes with her voice from low to high octave ending with that final burst of sweet-sounding deliciousness ... brings shivers of utter and complete joy to these untrained but adoring ears of mine.

Her voice, her words, her delivery, and her music are a recipe for sensual musical bliss. The melody and timing has my body moving along to the beat rhythmically. I’m swaying back and forth and side to side. I’m totally hooked!

I close my eyes and my mind wanders back-in-the-day. I’m immediately transported to a time and place when all was right with the world.

From song to song, beginning to end, is a soul soothing lullaby. It’s a perfect combination of vocal excellence and music long forgotten. It’s Classic!

What else can I say?

Aretha Franklin’s music is pure raw sensuous ecstasy.

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Overcome Adversity

Quote:"What you can become depends on what you overcome." 

~ Anthony Douglas Williams ~

"Just do it, grow through it." Quote ~ dellgirl

Grandson: Born premature and "against-the-odds".  Doctors said he had a 

1 in 3,000 chance of survival.  

Three years later...he's growing through the challenges.

7 Years later...

Growing through the adversity.

Getting better every day!

AGG ~ "Ain't GOD Good"!

What's HOT Today?!

Send greetings or simply say hello with this scenic

Galveston, Texas Postcard

Galveston, Texas Postcard

by dellgirl08

Friends and family will love this beauty.

Happy Monday!

Hello, Hi, & How are You?

Have a wonderful week Blog Friends!

Your week will go the way the corners of your mouth go. ~ Unknown author

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Fleeting Moments

You're combing your hair, washing your hands, dishes, clothes, etc. when a thought crosses your mind. There's something else - important - you remember you need to do.

However, you have a few more strokes of the comb to go, a bit more silverware in the bottom of the sink, or a shirt or two more to remove from the dryer.

You’re thinking, I'll just finish this then I'll "do that other important thing."

Your hair is done, or the trash has been taken where it belongs.

Now, I'll go . . .

…What? What was it I was going to do?

That fleeting thought from mere moments ago, it's gone.

Geeeeezzee!!!

Go figure.

Have you ever had fleeting moments? When was the last time you had one? What was it about, do you remember?

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Laugh Out Loud!

Lady: Sir, you say your name is ... WHAT!??!

Man: My name is Chris P. Bacon.

Lady: Really?! Chris P. Bacon? Cris-py Bacon? Crispy Bacon? Hahahahaaaaaa 

Mannn, I LOVE that commercial !

Nature's Therapy

Happiness
Joy

Inspiration & Motivation

Live Life Like the Lily. 

Give it all you've got while you're here! ~ dellgirl

Why waste the time you were blessed with. Make it count. 

Do good. Think well and love much. ~ Katie Isabella

How I Got My Mister to Call Me Sweetie

PaPa ~dellgirl~ answered my Good Morning call today (he’s working out of town) with, “Hey Baby, what’s up?” That brought an inner smile reminding me how that came about. 

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We’ve been married 48 years now. For many years, I sweetly called my husband “Tiger”. Sometimes I called him “Sugar-Bear”.  Why did I do that?

I did it because it did my heart a lot of good to hear my own daddy refer to my Mama as, “Baby Girl” or “Baby Doll” when we were growing up. I remembered that, and adopted the practice of calling my husband something sweet and endearing.

He always called me by my name, “Dell”. In the beginning I didn’t think much about it and continued calling him by my special “pet names”. He continued calling me by my name. This went on for years without my saying a word to him about it.

Sometime during 2013 I stopped. “Click”, I turned off the sweet name button, getting old and cranky I guess. I started calling him by his name instead of those silly pet names.

One particular telephone conversation went something like this.

Husband: “Hey Dell, how you doing? I just called to say hi and see if everything is going okay.”

Me: “Oh, hey Pete (made up name). I’m fine. How are you? Everything is okay here. No problems to report.”

More talk, a little chit-chat and stuff like that, then he interrupted me. He asked what I’d called him. I told him I called him Pete. He then asked why I did that.

I explained that since I am always Dell, he will now be Pete.  Long story short, it took several months but, he finally got it. Things have changed.

Now, he lovingly calls me “Baby” or “Honey” at least twice every other day or so. Sometimes he even says, “sweet-heart”. Go figure!

Boy, marriage is truly a WIP, isn’t it?