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Daily Random Facts…MIL, Obama, My Panties

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So, it goes like this . . .

 

Well everybody, it’s me again.

And am going to talk about some random facts today . . .

1.  I just found out that my ex-mother-in-law died.    :-/

2.  Obama is still the toast of the town despite controversy with the nationalized medical issue.

3.  Michael Jackson died white, even though he was born black. He was murdered. And I don’t even know if any mystery author could potentially tackle his story and have it come out sounding like it could really happen.

4.  Reality is stranger than fiction.

5.  I just had to go pee . . . and noticed that I have my panties on inside-out.

That’ll teach me to wake up and dress in the dark.

Now I am going to have to unlace each of my freaking workout shoes, and take them off. Then off with my pants . . . and my belt . . . take off my stupid underwear. And then turn it right side out. But my pants back on . . . and my belt. Put on each freaking shoe. The left, and the right. Lace them back up. And make a little-bunny-ear-bow on each.

So, when I stopped peeing, I came to this revelation . . .

6.  That I am going Inside-Outty today.

It just be our secret . . . . Shhhh.   Don’t tell any boys.

—–

Y’all come back now, Y’hear?

Be well,

Belle

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Meaning…

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So, it goes like this . . .

 

Create meaning in the work you do, and the work you do will reflect in the people you are mean to…

What the…? 

 

 

Be well,

Belle

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Things have gotten worse . . .

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So, it goes like this . . .

 

Things have gotten worse.

The other day, I woke up sounding like Demi Moore. 

Scratchy. Sexy . . . with a bit of a Southern Accent.

That was nice.

Made me sound naughty. Though, I have no intention of moving in on Ashton. They are adorable together.

Another score for the Cougars!

Go! Cougars! Go!

Aaaaaah . . .

Yes . . . the memories of Cougar catching the fine young chicken meat . . .

Hmmm . . . I get all warm just thinking about it.

But, I digress.

However . . .

Yesterday, I woke up sounding like Demi Moore’s mother.

Don’t quote me, but I don’t think they “get along.”  Something about alcohol and . . . well, that might put a damper on the old relationship thing.

Yeah, not good.

And, today . . .

Well, today I have woken up sounding like Demi Moore’s Uncle Crank. A distant chain-smoking, pain-in-the-ass pseudo-relative that is bent on trying to break up her and Ashton’s May-September romance.

He’s probably an ass.

So, it’s no compliment, to me . . . Moi . . . I . . . Belle, that I sound like her mother . . .  or worse yet, scary old pseudo-Uncle Crank.

Sounding like Demi Moore with a southern accent was fun . . . for a day or so, until it disintegrated into “weird Uncle Crank.”

No. This is entirely NOT GOOD.

I guess I am going into the doctor on Monday.

Bummer.

I wonder if I am going to need a shot?

I’ve probably done something to deserve it.

Something.

Double Bummer.

Be well, and I am frigging determined to get better!

I don’t want to sound like ANY of the Demi Moore Klan anymore.

I want to be me, I tell you.  I want to be me!

;-)

Be well,

Belle

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Photos from the Promo Shoot . . . The Widow Wears Black

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Let me know what you think! I just love it — I think it’s HOT!!!  (Sizzle, baby!)

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Disregard the ads . . . As always . . . :-/

So, y’all come back, now. Ya’ hear?

Be well Dahhhhlings,

Belle

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4th of July…What do you remember?

 

I remember . . .

3-bean Salad, coleslaw, and deep-fried pickles. Ice cream with Hershey’s chocolate syrup drowning the cup. Rainbow sprinkles, ants and watermelon rind sweeten the ground.

Lemonade with pulp, deviled eggs, hot dog and burger buns. French’s mustard, Miracle Whip and red Heinz Catsup. American cheese, kosher dill spears and plastic tablecloths. Green pickle relish with little red squares, so sweet and tart. Olives with fake pimento folds.

Crunchy round burgers, and onioned hot dogs rolling off the plates. Crispy fried chicken causing rouged grease burns on your grandma’s forearms. Noodles with gravy and two-layer cakes.

Graham crackers melted with smooth chocolate layers. Crunchy burnt marshmallows nestled between, smooshed and full.

Swimsuits and beach towels and SPF 30. Wet-slicked hair around smiling tanned faces. Chapstick from the bottom of mom’s brown purse.

Uncle Max takes us out in the canoe. Us rowing together, one and the same. Bug-eyed sunglasses with relative kisses. Yellow flip-flops, and goggles and dirt in your swimsuit.

Baby floaties and bonnets and dogs with their panting. Their tongues and their necks far off from all leashes.

Warm beer and sunsets and quick twilight kisses. Otter pops, and splinters from old picnic benches.

Aunt Joan lies in a rounded recline. Straining both her bathing suit and the plastic chaise lounge. Bowlegged grandpas with cigars in their mouths. Pineapple cakes intended to be served upside down.

Plastic forks and spoons and plates that are too pliant. Chicken fights compete with water noodles and green doughnut floats in the pool. Water balloons hurled at you as you run away screaming.

Sparklers begin blazing their flame on a stick. Star-spangled banners and cannon shells bombing. Fireworks screamers and laughter in the dark. “Ooohs” and “aaahhs” and pecan pie slices. Giggling lovers under blankets on the lawn.

Toddlers fumbling, and adolescents running, and teenagers hormoning, and adults finally sitting, limp in their chairs.

Explosions as bright as daylight, lull us into a strong hold. A bright finale of colorful firings, crowding the sky on this Fourth of July.

The fireworks have stopped burning. The bombs have stopped swirling the fires in the sky. A reflection of smoke off the city lights below it, remind us of the fight just before in this eve.  All the “ooohs” and “aaahhs” and the eyes have stopped staring.

A silence.

A remembrance of the soldiering half-way round that sky.

A moment of silence too brief for so many.

As we then pack away 4-cheese macaroni, baked beans and remains of a plain humble apple pie.

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What do you remember?  Let me know.

Be well,

Belle

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Widow Rings

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So, it goes like this . . .

 

When I became a widow five years ago, I too, was very confused.  After a long while, I decided to wear my ring around my neck on a thin black ribbon.  The ribbon was from a present that my kids gave me from a packaged candle “to help me light the way.” 

Poetic.

Then after another long while, I took the ring off entirely.  When that time came, it sort of released me.  And at that time it felt good. Someday it will feel good for you, too.

Breathe out.  Breathe In. Take one step. Then, another.

Be well,

Belle

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Sweep me off my feet, please . . .

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So, it goes like this . . .

 

I feel for you friends that are out there.

You wish that someone great would come along and sweep you off your feet, right?

Well, some days there is just no feet-sweeping. I hate to tell you, but some days are just full of stinky feet.

Men and women alike, I think ultimately, want to find that special someone regardless of whether they have been single most of their life or married. I wish I had good news to report but I don’t. Sometimes you think that you’ll meet some special someone, and then you don’t hear from them and you don’t know why. You didn’t hear from him yesterday, no phone call, no future plans.

Do you want to give up on the fairytale?

Heck no, kids! Persistence, man. You have got to be relentless.

Meeting someone is about as tiring as a full-time job. It’s a numbers game. You may be tempted to compare the people that you met with someone in your past.

Is it right, or fair? To the other person? To you? Would you really want to do the same thing over when you have this second, third, fourth, fifth, seventieth chance? Aren’t there some things that you ultimately want to change? I know it may have seemed perfect in the past, but maybe it was just perfect because it sits in the past. We have a way of idolizing things that we can’t touch anymore.

I understand this, because I am a widow.

I can’t touch my past. They are times when I look at it and I wonder, I really wonder, if it was as perfect as my memory paints it.

And, I have to tell you, that the past was full of wonderful times, but the past was also full of dirty socks, occasional bad breath, and moments when you just wish that you were somewhere else.

So, when you go on the next coffee date with a potential Mr./Ms. Wonderful, give fate a chance.

Let your toes dance on an unknown path of love.

Try someone new, something new, and maybe it won’t be the same as before, but singing in harmony with someone can be awfully pleasing.

Keep shooting for the goal . . . but in the meantime, just enjoy the game.

Keep those cards and letters coming!

Be well,

Belle

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