Gotta’ love our Bulldog fans!! GEAUX DAWGS!!
While most of college-town Starkville moves in early in August, those glorious trailers, contraptions and hunks of metal and wood making up the Left Field Lounge have just begun moving in at Dudy N…
Here we are ~ “Humpday!”
I’ve been listening to a song by “country great” Tim McGraw, who, by the way was born and reared in my small community of Start. I probably should be embarrassed to say this, but I’ve never been a follower or a fan. However, I will admit that he does have a couple of songs that have had me humming the tune, from time-to-time, and he has a song out right now titled “Always be Humble and Kind.” Boy, the words to this song pull at my heart strings.
http://www.jango.com/music/Tim+McGraw
“Humble And Kind”
You know there’s a light that glows by the front door
Don’t forget the key’s under the mat
Childhood stars shine, always stay humble and kind
Go to church ’cause your momma says to
Visit grandpa every chance that you can
It won’t be wasted time
Always stay humble and kind
Hold the door, say please, say thank you
Don’t steal, don’t cheat, and don’t lie
I know you got mountains to climb but
Always stay humble and kind
When the dreams you’re dreamin’ come to you
When the work you put in is realized
Let yourself feel the pride but
Always stay humble and kind
Don’t expect a free ride from no one
Don’t hold a grudge or a chip and here’s why
Bitterness keeps you from flyin’
Always stay humble and kind
Know the difference between sleeping with someone
And sleeping with someone you love
“I love you” ain’t no pick up line so
Always stay humble and kind
Hold the door, say please, say thank you
Don’t steal, don’t cheat, and don’t lie
I know you got mountains to climb but
Always stay humble and kind
When those dreams you’re dreamin’ come to you
When the work you put in is realized
Let yourself feel the pride but
Always stay humble and kind
When it’s hot, eat a root beer popsicle
Shut off the AC and roll the windows down
Let that summer sun shine
Always stay humble and kind
Don’t take for granted the love this life gives you
When you get where you’re goin
Don’t forget turn back around
And help the next one in line
Always stay humble and kind.
It’s just hurtful when others around you seem to have never given these words any thought or realized the definition of both words. Perhaps they have shown their true selves? Recently, I’ve been the recipient from two different individuals who have made comments that were upsetting to me and have brought anger to my heart. And, although their hatefulness has caused hard feelings, I may forgive, but, I probably will never forget the hurt. It leaves an open wound that, for one reason or another, never heals.
I wonder why sometimes we can’t remember what we had for supper the night before, but for years to come we can remember the hurt that someone has caused us?
In closing, please remember………..let us always be humble and kind.
xo
2016 North Louisiana Flooding
WOW!
The last few days here in north Louisiana have sure been stressful to so may residents. Many of us who live near water have watched, waited, and prayed that our homes would be safe. Others have watched, waited and prayed as they have seen their homes beeing inundated by nasty brown water spilling over from lakes, bayous, canals, and torrential rains.
I think the Mr. was concerned about our little home because Bayou LaFourche spills over into Crew Lake, where we live. I’ve been praying diligently and our home has been spared ~ at this moment. I guess we never know and always live under fear living in a 100-year flood plain area. However, I’m sure some of these home owners have never seen the amount of water in the area they live that has taken its toll on their homes and all that they own, even their vehicles. 2016 Flood, North Louisiana
Aerial video by: AerialVid LLC (March 2016)
I am so very thankful for the Blessings we have received and I will continue to pray for those who have been affected by nearly 20 inches of rain this week. I hope that you will be praying, too, that they receive abundant blessings in the aftermath of what has happened.
People….I’m just sayin’
Have you ever tried making conversation with someone and you just wish you could get up, leave the table ~ leaving the conversation behind, and then wished you’d never instigated the conversation in the first place, anyway? Well, that’s how
I’m feeling right now. In case you haven’t figured it out, I am ranting, which I rarely ever do out loud. But, boy ~ I sometimes have plenty to think about in my head! Trust me, you don’t want to go there; I’m just saying.
I’m just thinking about “kindness.” Isn’t this a virtue? Well, if it’s not, I’m thinking it should be. How much effort does it actually take to be kind to someone? To listen to what someone else to say ~ without sharing your personal opinion or trying to make another feel like they’d wished they had never begun the conversation in the first place? Why must some people feel the need to show their upbringing by being just plain ugly, in my opinion? I guess they’re born that way. I guess they are, and, which I feel everyone is, a product of our upbringing.
I’m so very thankful, that even though my parents couldn’t give me everything that I might have wanted as a child, I did have parents who loved me deeply and never used harsh or hateful words, or had some sort of unexplained behavioral problems, with me around. We weren’t the picture-perfect family, but we had lots of love and kindness and treated others with respect.
On a lighter note, please be kind.
Kindness makes the world go around for you and me.
xo
Hassie
Today’s thoughts…..
Facebook offers us the ability to find old friends and to recapture fond memories of our childhood, and life as we remember it.
It also lets us share our lives today with family and animal photos, special events, and any comments we might want to share. At the same time, it allows us to follow groups that have similar interests as we have.
With that being said, today I read a Blog from a young lady, whose group page I joined on Facebook, and who really touched my heart by the cruel and abusive parent that she “endured” growing up. This young lady wanted to tell her story. It was heartbreaking to read, but gives me a grateful heart full of love for my parents and family, and for the childhood that I had.
We didn’t have much in the way of money, but my Mom and Dad worked daily to provide for us; Mom on an assembly line at Westinghouse and Dad, a carpenter by trade. My Grandmother and Mother made my clothes and I would sometimes get hand-me-downs from my cousins who lived in town; that was a real treat! Even today, I can almost smell the dye in the fabric that Mom would bring home to sew. I really don’t remember going to the doctor but once during my younger years and that was to remove my tonsils. Guess I was pretty healthy drinking all that unpasteurized milk and eating those homemade biscuits and butter my Mother churned for us.
Anyway, this is Melissa’s story.
Monday, June 11, 2012
CHAPTER 1
Good morning all~ I have had this post on my heart for a while now, and I think it is time to write! I hope to inspire someone, or make a difference in someone’s life. I just want you to know who I am! I believe that what happens in our life can and will determine who we are. I was born in Sherman TX to an unwed mother. I had 1 older brother and 1 little sister. As I was growing up, we moved a lot. I mostly remember Arkansas. We were very poor, never had any NEW clothes or furniture, just whatever we could get free or goodwill. My mother was very abusive, to us. I recall a day that I will never forget. My brother was teaching me the ABC’s, when I would get to LMNOP, it was a tongue twister, and we laughed and laughed. My mother however, didn’t think it was so funny. She knocked me off the stool and beat me telling me I was stupid, and she will not have a stupid child living with her. She told me if my grandparents did not want me, that she would send me to a foster home. Well, time passed, and one day at school, I looked up, and saw my grandma standing in my class room. I was excited to see her, and ran to her hugging her tight! She asked me if I wanted to go to her home in Texas. Of course, I wanted to go visit my grandma, who wouldn’t?? I did not realize what was really happening. I remember my mother giving her a big black trash bag full of my clothes, and off we went. Once we got to my grandma’s house, she started going through the bag, and crying because all I had was “rags” . I had on a pair of leotards and when she took them off of me to give me a bath, I had bruises all over my legs. She was very upset about that, and told me I would never have to worry about that again. She went shopping that day, and bought me all NEW CLOTHES, even 3 different colors of PJ’S!! As a few months passed, I started missing my brother and sister. I begged to go back home. Finally my mother agreed to let me come back. Once I was back home, and nothing had changed, beatings, and everything started all over, I realized that being at grandma’s was much better! I am not sure how long I stayed, but soon, I went back to grandma’s house, and that is where I grew up. She adopted me and now she is my MOMMA!!
Thursday ~ another day; another dollar!
This is one of my favorite sayings when someone asks me, “how are you?”
I generally say, “I’m just fine; how ’bout you?” AND, then I say “another day ~ another dollar,”
and that always provokes some type of response.
Sometimes a favorable chuckle; sometimes just a sigh.“Grateful”
Either way, it’s another day to be grateful, don’t you think? I hope so!
http://www.karmatube.org/videos.php?id=4460
A Reminder…….
“Not only are the simple things in life wondrous, but the simple people,
who are the pearls in our life’s jewelry…
they adorn us with so much as our accessories.
No need for complexities..no need for extravagant “stuff”…
it is our true friends who make us wealthy beyond measure.”
Said by sweet friend, Elaine Nowell.
A Day in the Life of ~
Another birthday has come and gone.
I hit the double six this year in 2015. Only four more left to go before the BIG one; I hope to make it to that day
but nothing is for sure. I learned so many years ago while being a caregiver to my Mom, to take one day at a time.
During those two years, it was really all that Mom and I could handle, and I truly feel that’s all that God wants us to do.
According to a Microsoft Excel file, these are my stats as of March 11, 2015:
- Born on Wednesday
- Days lived: 24,130
- Months lived: 792
- Hours lived: 579,109
- Minutes lived: 34746561
- Approximate hours slept (never enough): 193,036
- Days sleeping: 8,043
- Percent of life asleep: 33%
- Years asleep: 22.0
- Approximate number of heart beats: 2,501,752,416
- Aquarius Zodiac Sign
Looks like I’m running out of time or about to use it all up!
On another note, a sweet friend recently introduced me to a daily devotional, “Jesus Calling” by Sarah Young. I absolutely love and adore this book. There have been times when circumstances filled my head with worry and/or anxiety, and fears, too. It’s these times, that the words in this book remind me that I’m never alone. The author writes as if Jesus is talking directly to ME. It has truly been a blessing to open this devotional on a daily basis. I would give it to every friend I have if I could; it’s that good.
Well, my time is up ~ for now. Prayers for my friend(s) reading this that your life will be filled with love, laughter, happiness, smiles and many puppy kisses! ❤
My Blog
Quiet day on the home front, so I thought I would post photos
and let you know how I came up with the name of my little Blog,
“Deerheads, Ducks, Linen & Lace,” so, here goes.
And then, we have Mr. Elk ~
I married into a golfing ~ hunting ~ fishing family 45 years ago, August 16th, 1969.
Next…………
“Sam” hunting with his Dad.
Our sweet boy, “Sam,” whom we dearly love and adore and is his Dad’s favorite hunting partner.
By the way, we have four other fur babies ~
they just don’t go fishing or hunting with their Dad!
And………………
A little “prettiness” never hurt anyone, and a girl can never have too much linen and lace and pearls!
A very pretty linen piece, handcrafted by a southern Louisiana ‘gal.
I found this beautiful pitcher at a yard sale on my road; couldn’t pass it up.
A senior lady friend owned it and
said it belonged to her Grandmother. Lucky me!
Small world we live in.
While chatting with my friend, I happened to find out
that her daughter lived in Bulldog Country when we did,
and that we were friends, as well.
Purchased this lovely piece from a vendor at the annual Jr. League show that is held once a year.
Oh, by the way; one can never have too many
pairs of cowboy boots……..
said no cowgirl ever!
Unable to locate the photo of my new ones!
My hunter husband wants me to retire.
I’m fighting it for as long as I can.
If I retire, I won’t have a reason
to
get dressed up in linen and lace and pearls
and cowboy boots
anymore and that makes me sad.
;-(
“Sugar Pie Honey”
Oh, my goodness ~ does this song bring back memories!
Those were the days of innocence for me when this song came out in the 1960s. Honestly.
I had plenty of friends, both girls and boys, but until I graduated from high school, no one
ever really caught my eye, attention or affection, until the month of December, 1968.
But, before then, I did meet and like one fellow who asked me to go steady. Back then, I had no
interest in such, really, and I suppose I wanted to think about it before making any decisions.
(I really wanted to enjoy life without complications).
After high school, I followed friends to Hinds Jr. College for a semester. That’s all I wanted to endure at
the time. I really just wanted to get a job, and, so I did, for The United Giver’s Fund. Worked there for about two years.
During afterhours, I enjoyed playing basketball and softball in the ladies’ league back home; that was enough fun for me.
Well, as life would have it, one of my best friends throughout high school ended up with
this fellow.
It didn’t matter and it certainly didn’t hurt. However, he was a super guy and always a gentleman while we dated for
a short while.
I did have one friend who emphatically said that I should not get married!
Well, tomorrow, marks (our) 45th Anniversary with the guy that swept me off my feet.
Guess you can say I’ve lost my innocence; times have changed and a lot of water has passed under the bridge. I know.
God is good and blesses me beyond what I am due in this life. I owe everything to Him.
I want for nothing at this Golden Age of 65 except for good health to the end for both of us.
xo
Hassie
Deer Heads, Ducks, Linen & Lace 