Big Decisions...

Here lately, it seems like all big and tough decisions fall on me and it's aggravating me to death.

Most recently it is in regards to a dog in my care... he is not my dog and he is not a dog that belongs to my rescue. He was a dog that belongs to my family member- He's smart, beautiful, obedient, affectionate etc... the problem you ask? He bites. He's an aggressive dog. He's bitten several people and has tried to bite me and my husband. I am trying to get a rescue to take him... someone who deals with aggressive dogs and knows how to deal with their issues. So far, I've been shot down. No rescue wants the responsibility of a biting dog. I have one line still out there and I'm really hoping that it will pull through. I'm just really stressed out because he cannot stay here... don't get me wrong, I love dogs. I rescue dogs. I do my level best to save every dog that crosses my path... but I just don't know what to do with him. How long before he bites someone who sues me? Or really hurts someone? Bites a child? He's good most of the time, but the moments that he isn't are what is worrying me.

I spend my time rescuing dogs... how can I make the decision to condemn one to death? Right now, he is walking around my house and laying at my feet without any idea that he is on the brink of death. How can I possibly agree with the masses that this dog deserves death when he is healthy and obedient most of the time? Granted, most of the time is not enough... it only takes a minute for a dog his size to do A LOT of damage to a person, especially a child. I don't have children, but my neighbors children come over frequently... so far, he hasn't aggressed at a young child (but he has bitten the 13 year old that he grew up with) but what if he did? What would I tell their parents? "Oh sorry, I put the life of this dog above the safety of your child... ". But then again, what would I say to Jack? "Sorry Jack, I know that for the most part you try to be a loving and obedient companion, because you bit people you deserve to die...". I just don't know what else to try. Aside from paying nearly $1,000.00 for a trainer to MAYBE help him, what else can I do? He's been to the vet. He's been in three total households and has been aggressive at all of them. I have him on puppy prozac and it isn't helping. What else can I do? I cannot bring myself to give the order, but I also cannot risk him staying here and seriously hurting someone.

I had always said that I would not tolerate an aggressive dog... that if they cannot be trusted, then they needed to be humanely euthanized to eliminate the danger they pose to themselves and others. Then I got into rescue. As a rescue, I will not save a dog that bites... it's a matter of liability. What if I adopt them out and they attack someone? Also, as a rescue I have to protect the breed... which means humanely euthanizing dogs that would 'damage the breeds reputation'. Another rescuer explained it to me about a year ago... she rescues Akitas, who are known for aggression. She said "One aggressive akita can ruin the lives of a hundred other akitas... simply with the publicity of the attack. People will abandon their akitas that they have had for years out of fear that they will 'snap'. Dog fighters will start using akitas in dog fights because they are 'mean'. Akitas will be euthanized in shelters quicker because 'no one wants an aggressive breed' and so on... so it is better to humanely euthanize one to save 1,000 more.". I mean, I guess that makes sense, but at the same time... the dogs don't understand. They don't understand WHY, they just die. I don't even know if they understand that YOU are KILLING them...

The only time I have put down a dog was when we rescued a Golden Retriever, had him for a few months and then found out that he was dying with severe cancer... and I had to make that decision too and I held him when he took his last breath... his last move was to crawl in my lap and smile up at me. I carry that guilt with me every day. Poor CJ... I hope that he understood but I can't be sure that he did. He was so sick...

Why do decisions like this seem to follow me? Why can't someone else be faced with these things? Don't people understand how much the guilt wears on me?

If you pray, pray. If you do rain dances, dance. If you chant, chant. If you meditate, meditate. Regardless of what you do to whatever God or cosmos you do it to, do it and hope that this one rescue lady, the last rescue lady, will take him.

I'm at the end of my rope and poor Jack is hanging by a thread...

I actually won!

I am one of those people who never wins anything, but always enters drawings and raffles anyway just in case. Today, Liz Taylor from *My Life As Liz Taylor* contacted me to tell me that I won her sweepstakes and got an AWESOME necklace and a gift card to Victoria Secret (Did I mention that Liz is my newest BFF? I LOVE Vickies! She and I share a lot of the same secrets)! Yayyyyy!

I cannot believe that I won and I look forward to entering the next sweepstakes in case I get lucky again!

Everyone, go check out Liz's blog! She will have another drawing for a gift card to Clinique (ALSO AWESOME) in the first week in October!

My Fantasy Careers...

Hi! Every day, I find a new job that tickles my fancy. So, I thought I would make a list.

1) FBI Profiler- Criminal Minds, to which I am addicted, makes me want this job.
2) Coyote Ugly Bartender- If I had the body to do it, I would. It appeals to the performer in me, as well as the lush in me. Could that get any better?
3) NFL Cheerleader- I miss cheerleading...
4) Novelist- I love to write (obviously).
5) Vegas Showgirl- Again, if I had the body to dance around in heels and thrill crowds, I would!
6) Professional Barrel Racer- I love barrel racing!
7) Jockey- It would have to feel like you are flying.
8) Professional equestrian- I just love horses.
9) Equine Veterinarian- My first career choice for most of my life... It would have taken too long to achieve though.
10) Lawyer- Arguing as a profession? AWESOME!

My number one career choice? All time favorite? I want to be a PRINCESS! Yes. I want the gowns, the responsibility, the politics, the awesomeness... all of the above! Granted, I've been raised as a 'princess' and told that I am a 'princess' but to be a real princess must be a thrill! It's like the best parts of a bunch of different jobs all rolled into one with a ballgown and a tiara included. Of course, a handsome prince is a must. ;)

What are your dream jobs?

Sweet Tea and Cookie's Ya'll!
Princess Belle!

To be the hulk...

Often when I am around my friends, or anyone really, and I am referring to losing my temper I tend to say that I am 'hulking up'. I'm sure you all remember the movie where dude gets angry and turns into a large green monster.

Well, when I hulk up, you shouldn't expect a large green male monster... more of a pink, sparkly, giant barbie. You can also expect my eyes to shoot fire and breakables to be hurled at your head. What can I say? When you mix cajun tempers with Irish tempers, you come out with a short blonde who has a horrible habit of letting her anger get the best of her... we'll call it... passionate. ;)

Anywho, what brought this particular blog on was a quote: "Don't make me angry... you wouldn't like me when I'm angry...". Straight fro the hulk himself. I think it's a quote that describes my temper so well that I thought that it should be shared.

So, how do you guys deal with your temper when it flares?

Six Sentence Sunday: Irene.

Irene, you certainly qualify the category 'Much Ado About Nothing'.

For the most part, we were lucky and didn't have a lot of damage... just a tree down, a slight leak in the bathroom ceiling, and damage to the eve of the house.

We were some of the lucky ones... others got flooding in their house, while still others never even lost power.

We lost power before the storm even hit and just got it back now- an inconvenience, but better than having the roof cave in, etc which is what the weather guessers were projecting... as per usual, nothing but hype.

I will say that most people did seem to panic for nothing... some rain, some wind... nothing extreme.

I hope everyone else dealt with the hurricane well and let's hope that this 'Hurricane Season' is an uneventful one!

Sweet Tea and Cookie's Ya'll!
Finally with power,
Mrs. Belle

Southern Belles

The definition of a Southern Belle has changed quite a bit since the 17th century when we made our debut. Initially, they were the daughters of wealthy southern plantation owners. Most were known for impeccable manners, womanly charms with girlish innocence, well manicured hands held in white gloves and a coy, clever personality. Some know them as women who relied heavily on the men in their lives while others still maintain that their apparent reliance on their men was part of their clever guise and that most of those Southern Belles learned how to use their wiles to manipulate the men into their lives into doing their bidding, all while never breaking a sweat or worse... a nail!


Some people also assumed that Southern Belles were uneducated, and some even speculate that they were kept that way on purpose to prevent them from challenging the men. Those of us raised here in the south know better... Southern Belles were taught to read and write and do basic mathematics as well as a foreign language, usually french. This is especially true for Louisiana where 'Cajun' is spoken... Cajun is a form of bastardized french mixed with English and heavily accented with a southern drawl. A lady needed to know how to run a household and in order to do that, one needed to know how to read and write, keep books and as some have said 'One needed to know math to see if the help or the husband was stealing'. As most southern belles came with a dowry, it makes sense to be concerned that a husband, especially one with a title that is failing, may marry one for money. Though most women have no say so over finances, it would be nice to know just the same.

Now, here is my pet peeve. The idea that southern belles are extinct. Perhaps, in the traditional sense we are not the same, but I assure you that we are still here! We are still waltzing around, doing good work, and charming the world.

We are no less extinct than the prized thoroughbreds of the Kentucky Derby and we are equally as valuable and equally as fantastic while in motion.

Sweet Tea and Cookie's Ya'll!
Mrs. Belle

Word of the Day Wednesday...

Hi All!

This is not something that I am going to do frequently, but I just heard one of my favorite words said on 'Family Guy' and it reminded me that I should use it in conversation more often.

I would like to introduce you all to.... drum roll please... GHASTLY! How awesome is that word? It is a super sophisticated way of saying ugly! As in, if you were having tea with the Queen (or better yet, unmarried prince Harry...) and you wanted to call something hideous, you could say 'that their behavior is Ghastly' or that multicolored plaid print is 'ghastly' (and we all know that it is... I'll add pics to prove it).

 Vest = AWFUL!

 It's just a hysterical word that you may find popping up in my blogs. :)

 FUN!

There is roughly 30 more minutes of 'Wednesday' in which we can use the word of the day...

Hurray for expanded vocabularies and awesome words that are used to say mundane things!

Sweet Tea and Cookies, Ya'll!
Mrs. Belle.

Fighting

I was reminded today of my views on fighting...

Let me define fighting: a physical altercation between adults of legal age usually with the intent of besting one another for punishment or to prove that one is better than another.

My views: I believe in a quick fight, not a fair fight. Which means that if I can smack you over the head with the leg from a stool, gut you with a broken beer bottle, shoot you with the .45, or run you over with my truck to end the fight quicker and preserve my money maker (Ha!) before you mess it up, I will certainly do it.

Fair fights are for elementary school kids who need to learn how to play fair etc etc etc... then you grow up and learn that nothing in life, including bar brawls, are fair.

So, just in case you were wondering... the answer is yes, I will beat you with whatever I can get my crafty little jaw-jacking hands on.

I googled 'Fighting' pictures and along with a bunch of sexy pictures of Channing Tatum, I found this one and I love it. :)

Sweet Tea and Cookies, Ya'll!
Mrs. Belle, part time bar boxer... Just kidding!

The Lovely Blogger Award

Hello All!

I recently received 'The Lovely Blogger' award from Mrs. Wasp at 'The Wasps Nest' for having an awesome blog!

How this works: Apparently it works like a 'chain letter' only in blog form... so probably not a prestigious award, but I'll take what I can get and I am grateful for the recognition! Since I am a little fish in the big blogger pond, I appreciate that anyone thought if 'In The Heart of Nowhere' let alone the wonderful Mrs. Wasp!

Rules: Complete the form below
Share 7 random things about yourself
Award 15 bloggers this award and notify them of the award.

Form:
*Name your favorite color: Pink! Preferably with sparkles...

*Name your favorite song: 'Remind Me' by Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood. Video Here.

*Name your favorite dessert: Pie made with any kind of Berry!

*What ticks you off: Stupidity... it gets difficult to deal with!

*When you're upset you: talk to my husband and dive into a bottle of Midori.

*Your favorite pet: No clear cut favorite... I love my fur children equally.

*Black or White: White

*Your biggest fear: Being Isolated and stranded without communication. Or to be brutally murdered.

*Best feature: Physical? I have huge boobs Non physical? My sense of humor.

*Everyday attitude: Mentally Hysterical.

*What is perfection: Sleeping.

*Guilty pleasure: I have ten of them... See 10 Guilty Pleasures 

 

7 Random Things About Myself:

1) I love watching 'Ghost Whisperer'
2) I would rather do laundry than dishes.
3) I love soups, stews and chowders and I know the difference between the three.
4) I love colors over neutrals.
5) I would rather pay someone to vacuum my truck than do it myself.
6) I would rather have friends come over to my house than to go see them.
7) I almost never ride with someone else... I drive. Always. Because I don't want to ever be stranded or have to rely on their schedule when I want to go home or get away.

The 15 Blogs that I'm Awarding:
1) The Wasps Nest
2) *My Life as Liz Taylor*
3) Happiness in Slavery
4) Confessions of a 20 Something
5) Life with Lauren
6) Mrs. Monologues
7) Viva J- Vegas!
8) Where the Wild Things Are
9) *Liz Taylor's Health, Fitness, & Lifestyle Site*
10) Fabulous but Evil
11) Blonde Episodes
12) Steam me up, Kid
13) Putting on the G.R.I.T.S
14) The Roaring Twenties
15) Suburban Housewife-in-Training

Hurricane Tips...

Because so many of my friends panic each year about hurricanes, I thought that I would write a blog about how to 'weather' them (Pun... Hah!). So, I compiled some tips, tricks, suggestions and advice for how to deal with hurricanes to help take some of the panic out of your lives.

Now, not to stereotype, but the majority to the panic-ers are younger military wives who have just been stationed in NC (from say... Ohio where they do not have hurricanes). Ladies (and Gents, whatever the case may be) let me assure you that your base will do whatever they can to keep you safe... even if your husband is deployed, your FRO (Family Resource/Readiness Officer) and his command will contact you with directions. It is their job to keep you and your family safe, and my job to keep you sane.

Let me start out by telling you what a hurricane is, because in all sincerity, some people do not know.

Hurricane: A large, violent storm with high winds with a force of 12 on the Beaufort scale (equal to or exceeding 64 knots or 74 mph).

Translation? A large thunderstorm with lots of wind. Looks like this:

Supplies to have on hand
*Gallons of water. Not hundreds of them, but enough to rinse dishes, drink, water the dog, make coffee or oodles of noodles etc. This is in case your power goes out and your water pump is electric (probability).

*Easy made food that DOES NOT require a refrigerator. For example, the makings of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, cups of soup, etc. Again, if you lose power, you do not want to rely on the refrigerator to maintain coolness.

*First Aid kit and any over the counter medications (cold meds, benadryl, midol etc). Just in case.

*Diapers, formula for babies etc... I do not have a baby. Never have had one. So, as a mother, I assume you know what the baby will need. The rule of thumb is to have a weeks worth of whatever they need.

*Pet food. The pets will not feed themselves during the storm... they still need you. It is sad that I need to say that, but judging by the number of pets left behind in Katrina, I'm going to say it anyway. DO NOT leave your pets behind. I don't care if you have a pet elephant... it is your responsibility to care for it just like you do your other family members.

*Batteries of all sizes.

*Candles/Flashlights.

*Feminine products... because nature has a way of biting us in the arse when we least need it. Note: Your toilet may not flush, so be prepared to deposit your sanitary napkins etc into a trashcan. Gross? Yes. But you only need to deal with it until the storm is over.

My personal 'Storm Kit' looks like this:

Yes, that is a .45 caliber hi-point and an energizer flashlight on my nightstand... but I digress.


How to get ready for the storm:

*Pick up everything that is not nailed down outside and store it. Lawn chairs, plastic flamingos, childrens toys and swimming pools, dog toys, scrap wood, etc. Otherwise, the wind will whip it around and either A) it will get lost or B) it will get flung through your window or up against your car and scratch it. No bueno.

*Take off your trash... you will have debris and trash after the storm that needs to be taken out as well. It is best not to have the stinky stuff sitting around if we can avoid it, right?

*Get board games. If you have children, the biggest problem you will have is filling their boredom with activities. There will be no TV, computers etc. So, stock up on books, games etc and prepare the children for the idea of being bored.

Hurricane Parties!

Hurricane parties are not just for adults who want to pass the time getting drunk (though it is a blast... you know, drinking a hurricane during a hurricane? FUN!). If you live nearby another family with similar aged children, etc, feel free to get together and set up a super long play date. Children entertain other children way better than adults ever could. If you do not have children, then feel free to refer back to the getting drunk and having 'adult time' in sentence one of this paragraph.

Above all else, be sensible. Do not drink so much that you get sick or injure yourself, because let me assure you that the rescue squad will not thank you for them having to brave a hurricane to come get your dumb ass... in fact, depending on the weather they may not come get you. They CANNOT put themselves in danger... so if it's too dangerous for them to come out, you are screwed.

Do not go out walking in the storm, or in the eye of the storm. Stay inside.

Do not drive your car through water during a flash flood... too many stupid people do this. You will not make it... then they will have to pluck you off the roof of your car as it gets washed away. Again, no bueno.

Do: chores ahead of time. Dishes, laundry, bathroom scrubbing, mailing off bills, school work (if it must be done on the internet) etc so that you do not get panicked because something ends up being late or you run out of clothes or cups. 

Do: Stay calm and stay indoors. Be prepared to the best of your ability and then take it with the punches. There have been times that I have slept through the majority of a hurricane because it hit later in the evening and by the time I got out of bed at 10 the next day, it was all but gone. Now, if it is a category 5 or up and you are warned to evacuate... DO IT! Do not wait until the last minute to leave. Make your arrangements, pack up your kids and dog, and go. They will give you enough time. Go stay with family or friends or get a hotel away from the coast. If you wait until the last minute, you will end up like hundreds of people in Louisiana and spend the hurricane hunkered down in your car with screaming children and drooling dogs in traffic during the storm. Not a good time.

I cannot stress enough that you do not need to panic. Hurricanes are an inconvenience at best. They should be respected, but not feared.  Be sensible and it will work out fine. If you have any questions, post below and I will answer them. I have probably been through upwards of 30-40 hurricanes during my life living here on the coast of NC. I've seen the best and worst and I'm sure there are still more to come.

To find out about any hurricanes currently threatening your state, do go HERE. This is the national hurricane center and they will have the most up to date information. In case of storms, the news is your friend... stay up to date and know what is going on. Hurricanes are massive... there is no reason for it to sneak up on you. That's like saying an 18 wheeler snuck up on you while you are riding a scooter.

So, gather bottled water and board games and try not to go through withdrawals while the internet is out and you can't read my blog. :P

Sweet Tea and Cookies, Ya'll!
The Hurricane Savy Mrs. Belle

Six Sentence Sunday: Sick!

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday everyone!

Well, the weekend has been fairly uneventful with the exception of the fact that both me and the hubster woke up this morning feeling like death warmed over.

We are both stiff, stuffy, unbalanced, coughing (then agonizing over how much coughing hurts the rest of our bodies), and just miserable in general.

It's odd that we are sick at the same time... thus far in our marriage, we have managed (usually) to be sick at alternating times so that one of us can care for the other while we are sick.

At any rate, the two of us are what I like to call TERRIBLE sick people... we are pitiful and ridiculous and we do not take to being sick at all.

It's not how I planned on spending this Sunday, but it is what it is.

Sweet Tea and Cookie's, Ya'll!
Writing to you from the infirmary,
Mrs. Belle

Sexy Saturdays: 'Pirates' Review.

Ladies and Gents,

I do understand that pornography is not for everyone... in general, men watch more than women and women catch more flack for watching than men.

So, Dearests, Let me introduce you to lady friendly pornography. Thanks to Johnny Depp and ECU, I have a fascination with Pirates. Enter, Pirate porn. Picture what you wish had happened during all the Pirates of the Caribbean movies between the ridiculously hot characters... Yep, that's what this is.

It's a six disk set that is roughly 80 minutes and has one of the highest budgets of any porn in the industry. The graphics are awesome, and actresses and actors are hot. The story line is interesting. Yes, there is an actual plot! So while one is not drooling over the sex scenes one can be entertained by the plot line.

Though the plot line is interesting, you may expect some typical 'Porn' acting... cliche lines (i.e. Let me hold your sword, Captain) said in sultry voices, etc.

At any rate, if you are a first time porn watcher and want a 'couple pleasing' porn, I recommend this one. It's great watched together or separately and is well received by people of all experience levels.

'Pirates' did so well that they made a sequel. You can expect to pay anywhere from $60-$80 for the box sets, but they are well worth the time.

I recommend giving it a shot... even ladies who do not particularly like porn have raved about 'Pirates'.

Arrgghhh!

Sweet Tea and Cookies Ya'll!
Captain Belle.

Must Visit: *My Life as Liz Taylor*: *My first ever giveaway! (Easy to enter!) Gift Card & Necklace*

Go visit Liz and enter her give away! :P

Us Carolina Girls have to stick together, right?

*My Life as Liz Taylor*: *My first ever giveaway! (Easy to enter!) Gift Card & Necklace*

Insanity has finally hit!

Yep. It's here for sure.

This morning I stood in front of my bathroom mirror and cut 8 inches off of my hair... which has been to my waist or longer for years. I have no idea what came over me... I have NEVER cut my own hair before, nor have I ever wanted to. I believe that some things are just best left up to professionals and hair cuts are one of them... and yet, I stood there and hacked a good portion of my hair off.

I was running my fingers through it thinking to myself how much I had started to hate those golden tresses and then, randomly, I picked up a pair of scissors and started cutting.

Shock set in shortly after I sat the scissors down. I was standing in a pool of my hair and was looking at what was left attached to my scalp. My hair, which I used to sit on, now falls just below my shoulders.

I can't say that I do or don't regret it... I don't know how to feel really. It feels better though. It will take some time to get used to... for me and for those close to me who have only known me with super long blonde hair.

This must be what insanity feel like.

Sweet Tea and Cookie's Ya'll!
Mrs. Belle

10 Guilty Pleasures

I decided to do a blog about 10 guilty pleasures in my life... things that make me happy or help pick my day up and that I shamelessly devote time to.

#10-Acrylic Nails and Blonde Hair. These two go together because both of them are a form of addiction I think. I have had my nails done almost consecutively for like 5 years and my hair has been some form of blonde for most of my life. There is nothing better than gesturing with a perfectly manicured hand or saucily flipping blonde hair over my shoulder.

#9- Country Music. I love country music because, to quote the great Trace Adkins, There are 'Songs about Me'. There is a country song to match almost every mood and situation and sometimes there is nothing like turning the music up loud  and singing off key.

#8- My Nissan Titan. I love it. It is my personality, only as a truck. I love the noise that it makes when I accelerate and I love that it's massive. It makes me happy. :)

#7- Jersey Shore. It's trashy reality TV and I love it. Just when I think that there is too much crap in my life, I watch an episode of JS and I'm like "Wow... I feel better!". I love to sit there and be shocked by the drama.

#6- White chocolate. I love white chocolate. It's just so... decadent. Yummy!

#5- Horseback riding. Galloping at top speeds on a trusted horse across a field is the closest thing to flying that most people will ever get without an airplane. It's just... tops. There is nothing better.

#4- Pasta. Specifically Parmesean cheese flavored Pasta Roni, Velveeta and Shells, and Oodles of Noodles (or Top Ramen or whatever you call them). They are wonderful... quick, tasty, and awesome.

#3- Sex. 'Nuff said.

#2- Dancing. It's a great exercise because it's fun and I don't feel like I'm doing a chore. I do things like youtube the newest 'dances' or review old favs like the line dance for 'Copperhead Road'. I love to dance around my living room with the music blaring.

#1- Cartoons. I love to come home to some mindless cartoons after a long day. I can lose myself in some old favorites or watch something new. For example, I watch 'Family Guy', 'King of the Hill' and 'American Dad' almost every night and 'Spongebob Squarepants' nearly every morning. It's great for background noise while I'm going about my day and... well... sometimes I get tired of 'realistic' entertainment. I don't want to watch anything that could happen to me or make me use my mind... I want to watch something that I don't have to think about... something that I can laugh at something stupid and just have a 'feel good' moment. Don't get me wrong, I love crime dramas and Jersey Shore... but I don't turn those on when I'm having a down day. If I'm sick or just feeling down, my all time favorite cartoon to make me feel better is Disney's 'Beauty and the Beast'. Love, love, love it.

So... there are my guilty pleasures... what are yours?

Sweet Tea and Cookie's, Ya'll!
Mrs. Bella

My Day...

Good Lord... you guys are NOT going to believe my day today.

It started off with me getting NO sleep last night. I ended up being late to my appointment for getting my implanon removed... or so I thought. I was actually like two hours early. The removal wasn't too terrible, they did a good job. But, I do have an inch long incision on my arm that is a little tender. I'll write about my experiences with Implanon some other time.

Then I get a phone call from my Mom and my teenage siblings are smoking pot and are sexually active. Great right? When did girls start cheapening themselves? Young girls will hand their virginity over to ANY loser... what happened to holding out until you were at least in love with someone (or thought you were, you know how teenage love is)? At least making it special? Now it's like handing out a piece of gum... no big deal. I mean, I realize this makes me sound like a prude (and we all know that I'm not)... but I just think that 13 is too young... when I was 13 (and delusional), I thought I was going to lose my virginity to Brad Pitt. Not to some jobless high school drop out with no car, no personal hygiene, no future and the kind of STD's that you cannot wash off with gasoline and a match.


Okay, so after the operation on my arm and family teenage crisis, I go to my first class at the local community college (I'm dual enrolling at the local community college and ECU to speed up my degree). Now, the first part of the class, as usual on the first day was spent reviewing the important parts of the syllabus. Let me start out by saying that the professor appears to be awesome and has a personality similar to mine. But, the poor lady had to spend like 45 minutes going over the following things:

Why you cannot and should not bring your children to class.
What to do in the event of a fire drill or tornado.
What to do if you think you are going to throw up (public speaking class)

Yes. To a class of adults, these things must be addressed. Not that I am knocking adults going bakc to school, or anyone going to community college (any college is better than no college right? Ideally, it's still more money and a better job). Okay, let me start out by saying that if anyone brings their little brats (I mean 'angels') to class, I am dropping out and demanding my money back. I did not pay tuition to have to babysit your kids instead of learning. No. I refuse to accept that this even HAPPENS! And when I told a friend of mine about it, she said that it happens all the time up north. WHAT?!?!?!?!?! NEVER in a MILLION YEARS (yes, all caps are necessary today) would this be acceptable at ECU, NC State, UNC Willmington, UNC Chapel Hill, Duke... or hell, lets go higher and say Princeton, Harvard, or Brown! I refuse to even consider taking a class where children are allowed to run around my desk.

There were also like 45 year old women getting mad because the professor said that she will count you absent if you were more than 10 minutes late. Hello! It's a 1 hour class, 1 night a week. Put on your big girl panties and stop wasting my time... If you have a 'personal issue', email the professor on YOUR time. What happened to classroom courtesy? Don't waste other student's time if it can be addressed outside of class between you and the professional.

Then, I stop by work to visit for a second and one of the girls was asking me about my first class (and was as shocked as I was)... meanwhile the other one got all irritated and was like 'Well, some of them are single mothers who are trying to better themselves' and 'maybe you should have stayed at the university'. Let me address those in order: A) If you are a single parent trying to better yourself, then I commend you... but that doesn't mean that you are excused from paying $5 for someone to babysit your child for an hour 1 night per week and B) I didn't leave the university. Needless to say, I'm guessing she's the type to bring her kid to class...

Anywho, I feel like this has been a long, ridiculous day. I'm finally relaxing, eating a Jello Temptations (Yum) and watching Family Guy. Tomorrow is going to be a long day too...

*sigh*

Sweet Tea and Cookies, Ya'll!
The Exasperated Mrs. Belle

Final Thought:

Six Sentence Sunday: Blah.

There are a million blogs using this '6 sentence Sunday' thing, and since I have nearly nothing to say this Sunday, I thought I would chime in.

I skipped church this morning in favor of sleeping in with my husband, who just left to go to training and will be gone for a while (he isn't very far away, but whether he is 5 minutes down the road or 5,000 miles across the ocean, I still can't see him and I still miss him like crazy).

I have the next two days off, which would be great if tomorrow wasn't packed with things that I have to do but am dreading.

Today I am going to relax until I start to really miss my husband this evening, then I am going to invest my energies into cleaning to take my mind off of it.

Have you ever noticed how when you don't feel like doing anything at all, there are always 1 million things that 'could' be done glaring you in the face?

I'm already missing him, so I guess I will go get started on the laundry.

Sexy Saturdays: Introducation!

Welcome All to Sexy Saturdays!

Because of my job working at Adam and Eve, I have decided to share some of my new found 'knowledge' to help my followers out in their own bedrooms. Some Saturdays, I'll be reviewing new products, giving advice, or sharing new things that I have learned.

The way I see it, the majority of us enjoy sex and it's something that all of us can agree on in some way, shape or form. Luckily, the industry is coming out with new things all the time that we can use to heighten our sexual experiences.

So, I have some ideas for my first few Sexy Saturday blogs but if anyone has any suggestions, questions, etc, feel free to let me know!

I dream of chocolate...

... No really, I did.

I took an afternoon nap today (it was my first day off in a while, no judging!... plus, I love naps.) and I had a dream that someone denied me chocolate and that I threw an adult tantrum. No joke. I dreamed that I threw a tantrum. Feet stomping, tonsels bursting, window shattering, screaming tantrum. And... it worked.

I'm not sure what that says about my life but if I had to guess, I would say it means that one should never stand between a woman and her chocolate.

Here's some photos of Godiva chocolate to tempt my followers as much as I am. I am a huge white chocolate fan myself... but here's some pics for everyone:

Haha! Be tempted, my sweets!

Sweet Tea and Cookies Ya'll!
The Chocolate Loving Mrs. Belle

Happy Birthday Daddy!

I love you! You are the best Daddy ever. So, since today is his Birthday *CoughCough, 49, CoughCough* I thought that I would dedicate a blog to him. :)

So, Here are some pictures of us dancing the father daughter dance at my wedding. He had a tux on, and I in a fit of stupidity told him that he could go change out of it because I completely forgot about the pictures of the first dance. I can assure all of my readers that he was quite handsome in his tux. :)

Anyway, here are a few pics of the first dance and the lyrics to the song we danced to, which is one of my favorites. It's called "I Loved Her First" by Heartland. If you've never heard it, take time to listen to it today in the name of my Daddy's Birthday and for Daddies everywhere. :) I'm going to attempt to post the video (never tried to do that before) so if it doesn't work or automatically plays, I apologize!

Artist: Heartland
Song: I Loved Her First
Album: I Loved Her First

 

Look at the two of you dancing that way
Lost in the moment and each others face
So much in love your alone in this place
Like there's nobody else in the world
I was enough for her not long ago
I was her number one
She told me so
And she still means the world to me
Just so you know
So be careful when you hold my girl
Time changes everything
Life must go on
And I'm not gonna stand in your way

But I loved her first and I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But it still hard to give her away
I loved her first

How could that beautiful women with you
Be the same freckle face kid that I knew
The one that I read all those fairy tales to
And tucked into bed all those nights
And I knew the first time I saw you with her
It was only a matter of time

But I loved her first and I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But its still hard to give her away
I loved her first

From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
Someday you might know what I'm going through
When a miracle smiles up at you
I loved her first 

 

Sweet Tea and Cookies on your Birthday Daddy!

I love you!

Mrs. Belle

Please... Mug me... :)

Another military wife got this from her mother in an email:

"AN ACTUAL CRAIG'S LIST PERSONALS AD


To the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in Downtown Savannah night before last.
Date: 2010-09-27, 1:43 a.m. E.S.T.

I was the guy wearing the black Burberry jacket that you demanded that I hand over, shortly after you pulled the knife on me and my girlfriend, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend's purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather important message.

First, I'd like to apologize for your embarrassment; I didn't expect you to actually crap in your pants when I drew my pistol after you took my jacket.. The evening was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason. my girlfriend was happy that I just returned safely from my 2nd tour as a Combat Marine in Afghanistan .. She had just bought me that Kimber Custom Model 1911 .45 ACP pistol for my birthday, and we had picked up a shoulder holster for it that very evening. Obviously you agree that it is a very intimidating weapon when pointed at your head
... isn't it?!

I know it probably wasn't fun walking back to wherever you'd come from with that brown sludge in your pants. I'm sure it was even worse walking bare-footed since I made you leave your shoes, cell phone, and wallet with me. [That prevented you from calling or running to your buddies to come help mug us again].

After I called your mother or "Momma" as you had her listed in your cell, I explained the entire episode of what you'd done. Then I went and filled up my gas tank as well as those of four other people in the gas station, -- on your credit card. The guy with the big motor home took 153 gallons and was extremely grateful!
I gave your shoes to a homeless guy outside Vinnie Van Go Go's, along with all the cash in your wallet. [That made his day!]

I then threw your wallet into the big pink "pimp mobile" that was parked at the curb .... after I broke the windshield and side window and keyed the entire driver's side of the car.
Later, I called a bunch of phone sex numbers from your cell phone. Ma Bell just now shut down the line, although I only used the phone for a little over a day now, so what 's going on with that? Earlier, I managed to get in two threatening phone calls to the DA's office and one to the FBI, while mentioning President Obama as my possible target. The FBI guy seemed really intense and we had a nice long chat (I guess while he traced your number etc.).

In a way, perhaps I should apologize for not killing you ... but I feel this type of retribution is a far more appropriate punishment for your threatened crime. I wish you well as you try to sort through some of these rather immediate pressing issues, and can only hope that you have the opportunity to reflect upon, and perhaps reconsider, the career path you've chosen to pursue in life.. Remember, next time you might not be so lucky. Have a good day!

Thoughtfully yours, Semper Fi,
Alex"

First off, Snopes disproved this. It never happened.

That being said, I think that it is AWESOME!

As some of you know, I am a shorter blonde with a big smile and bubbly personality. To most, I am not threatening... and I may seem to be an easy target. I work right next to a bar, and I've been heckled and hit on... which is no problem. To cut to the chase, I am expected to eventually be threatened, attacked or mugged.

Not only am I expecting it to one day happen, I'm ready for it. I carry a wonderful accessory that I think more citizens should carry... a 45 Caliber pistol. My 45 is no joke.... is is nearly the size of the hand bag that I carry. Now, though normally I would opt for a weapon that is pink and glittery, my 45 is is cobalt black and gleaming even in the moonlight of the darkest alley.

Info about .45 Caliber Glock (in case you are interested) 

Let me also caution any potential muggers out there... I am a damn good shot and I struggle with the idea of 'Shooting to Maim'... I have ALWAYS shot to kill. This is not bragging, this is simply fact. Being a fantastic shot runs on both sides of my family, from the men in the military right on down to my Cajun Grandmother who may be able to outshoot a navy seal sniper. I have not, of course, killed a person (I am not writing this blog from prison, rather from my bedroom) but I would not hesitate to do so if provoked... and I'm fairly sure that I will not lose any significant sleep over it. The way I see it, if you are low enough to attack what you perceive (incorrectly) to be a defenseless woman then you are already the scum of the Earth that no one loves but perhaps your Mama and no one is going to miss you. If you need to steal to make your money or molest/rape a woman to get your rocks off, then I'd likely be doing the world a favor and save the good tax payers of my state from having to pay for your ridiculous, cowardly ass from sitting in jail and having three square meals per day, air conditioning, and full cable on colored tvs (My angst with 'jail' will have to be discussed in a future blog).

So, in short, if you think that what this fictitious Marine did is over the top, mean, or even 'gasp' illegal... then I am so sorry that our 2nd Amendment rights are wasted on you. That does not mean that I believe now, nor have I ever believed, that because you do not believe in carrying firearms that you deserve to be victimized. No one deserves to be victimized, though I do believe in a strong since of ironic justice (i.e. a rapist getting raped in jail).  I am simply saying that where as being attacked is likely for a high percentage of people, I am not going to make it easy on the unfortunate soul who attempts it on me.

Also, any potential attackers reading, if you think that my gun is something that you can recon with, in typical military wife fashion I must warn you against my husband and in typical Southern Belle/Daddy's girl fashion, I must warn you against my Daddy (Who has a Birthday, Happy Birthday Daddy!). If by chance you make it past my gun (unlikely), there will be no hole anywhere in this world deep enough that you can crawl in to that you can hide from them... and when they find you, God rest your tortured soul. :)


Hopefully, however, no one will try something so stupid. Followers and readers, consider yourself advised... arm yourselves. If you do not like guns, carry a taser, or a knife, or at the least a beasty pepper spray. If nothing else, take a self defense class. I would hate to find out that any of you have fallen victim to an attacker.

Also, a rough quote from Tyler Perry's play/movie 'The Diary of a Mad Black Woman', 'I keep the peace, with my piece..'

I love me some Madea.

I know this was a darker blog today, but sometimes real life is a little on the dark side.


Sweet Tea and Cookies Ya'll!
The Heat Packing, Mrs. Belle.

Has anyone seen my mind?

I'm afraid that my brain is off wandering about on it's own again. It must be, because it surely is not here where it should be.

Lately, I have been having to write EVERYTHING down or I will not remember it. I don't just mean Doctors appointments or work schedule... I mean EVERYTHING. If a friend wants me to ride to the air port with them, I have to write it down to A) keep up with the date and time and B) to find out if it clashes with any other obligations. Things like people coming to visit, trips to the grocery store, when the paycheck hits, veterinary appointments, birthdays, anniversaries, dates for when a show that I want to see is premiering etc. Things that I normally should be able to remember. My calender is full now... not with 'important' things, but with nonsense things that I should be able to remember without the help of writing it down.

I cannot figure out what in the hell is going on... It's not pregnancy brain (Thank you Cosmos!), nor have I suffered any kind of brain injury. It's getting to the point lately where I need to write down to remember to take the clothes out of the dryer or to remember to mail a birthday card.

There is officially no more space on my calender for this week... not schedule wise, but writing wise. I've even started layering post-it notes (which I am OBSESSED with) of various colors and shapes to help me remember what in the heck is going on. It is absolutely ridiculous and there is no reason why a younger person that is not suffering from Alzheimer's  should need this much 'reminding' to do mundane items or such things as when the season premier of Jersey Shore is and then what time this weeks episode comes on and what channel. I mean, really?

Anyway, long story short, if you see my mind out, alone, lost in a bar or drinking a Midori Sour somewhere kindly tell it to return home... I need it!

Sweet Tea and Cookies, Ya'll!
Ever Forgetful,
Mrs. Belle

Hold the Ho-Ho Cake there Hot Cheeks...

Since when is being fat a 'handicap'? Okay, ladies and gents of America (I love the USA, but it doesn't seem that any other countries have this problem), if are fat- IT IS NOT A HANDICAP! Which means, no, you do not get to use the little handicap carts at Wal-mart and comparable stores. I say this for multiple reasons:

1) If you are 'chunky' then getting up and walking around the store is probably the best thing for you. Get up and WALK... you can even challenge yourself to STRETCH for those twinkies on the top shelf.

2) Leave those carts for the people who have REAL handicaps... like broken legs, etc. Quit being so selfish!

3) Less people will point and laugh at you if you are walking than if you are on one of those carts... If you are on one of those carts, you are just ASKING for someone to hum 'They see me rollin', they hatin'...' Yeah. Stop drawing attention to yourself.

Also, handicaps are generally things that are not easily fixable. You CAN diet and lose weight. Exercise. Eat better.... or break bad and hire a plastic surgeon. Whatever... The point is that likely, you got that way yourself in some shape (Ha!) or form (Double Ha!) and that you can dig yourself out of this saturated hole. I'm sure there are people that cannot help their size... to them I sincerely apologize and offer the number to a plastic surgeon. For the rest of those of us that call themselves husky, pleasantly plump, fluffy, extra beautiful, overweight, obese, chunky, carrying a few extra pounds, or have junk in their trunk, we know how we got this way. It's part of the guilt we carry and why we hate it that much more... but most of us (myself included) also do not consider it a 'handicap' or use it as such. It is those of you that do that I am directing my ire at.

Now, let me take time to clarify the people I am talking to.

If this is you, then I'm talking to you.

Now, keep in mind that this is all being typed by someone who struggles with her weight and has for a majority of her life... just like most other females on this planet. No one likes walking for miles on end while being dragged through a mall or store by their kids or friends or through an auto parts store by their husband... but we do it  because A) we refuse to be like you and B) perhaps we will shed a pound and be able to reward ourselves with cake. :) So, we deal with the blisters from our cute shoes, the chaffing on the insides of our thighs (because lets face it, for most of us they touch together) and the sweat that threatens to ruin our make-up in the name of faux exercising while shopping.

So, get off of your hover round and join the rest of us... we may be sweaty and cranky while pushing our over full shopping carts, but each step is getting us closer to the ideal person we picture when we walk by a Victoria Secret shop and stare at the lingerie.

See you at the mall!

Sweet Tea and Cookies Ya'll!
Mrs. Belle

New Post of an Old Rant

I posted this roughly a year ago on a forum that I talk on and it resurfaced lately. I love it so much, that I thought I would repost it on here for all to see and 'feel the wrath'!

Situation: Some twat waffle telling me that I give women everywhere a bad name because my husband spent $400 on a tool box (for work) without asking me first and I didn't get pissy about it and make him suffer etc etc etc. So, here's my awesome response. Enjoy!

"Sorry Ladies, Couldn't think of a better place to get this off of my chest before I say it to the person it is aimed at: Dear _________, Did it take specific training to be complete and total yakks arse or does it come naturally to you? First, let me assure you that I do not now, nor will I ever want or need your opinion on my marriage. If I choose to not get make my husband suffer for buying a $400 tool box without my knowledge or consent, it is MY BUSINESS... just like everything else in our marriage. Keep your feminist ideals to yourself. Just because you take every chance you get to try and rip your husbands penis off, does not mean that other women do or should. Call me old fashioned, but what has your 'pants wearing' personality gotten you? Your husband would rather pay some crappy hooker $400 to take him behind the big lots and play hide the penis than to come home and touch you with a ten foot pole. I can imagine your voice sounds the very same to him as it does me... like a fork scrapping along a plate. He cannot seem to tolerate you any more than I can... so, tell me again how I am doing MY marriage wrong? Oh and PLEASE go on in exaggerating detail about your plan for your life again... as if that doesn't bore everyone around you into absolute comatose states... seriously, they would all rather fake seizures or bash themselves in the head that be anywhere near your insufferable arse. I mean seriously, you are not as important as you think you are. You are only ALIVE likely because of a lack of prophylactic valor during one of your mothers drunken one night stands... which reminds me to level a lawsuit against Trojan because they allowed you to be born. Every breath you take reminds me of why post birth abortion should be legal. If it were not for the law, and that you don't equate with the cost of a bullet, I would do it myself. Now, if you so much as GLANCE in my direction EVER again with the intent of telling me how I am giving women everywhere a bad name for allowing my husband to maintain his masculinity and not castrating him as soon as he enters our home, I promise you that you will regret it for the rest of your days. I am ALMOST everything you say I am. I am mean. I am ruthless. I am fearless. AND I will make your life a living hell, you sorry excuse for intelligent life form. Take your uneducated, domestically disabled sack of wrinkles and cheap perfume to the cosmetic surgery office and beg for a personality transplant and a brain lift. I would just as soon roast marshmallows and kosher hot dogs over your burning body than throw the vomit you induce from me on you to put out the fire. You are the very example of how to be an under stimulated c-word and I hope that you rot in the very lowest depths of hell and that not even Hitler gives you the time of day. Why don't you just head on down the road and kick puppies or whatever it is you do in your spare time when you are not shaking my cage? I sincerely hope that you contract rabies and that your minuscule brain swells up just enough for you to realize what a complete puss infested, cobweb filled vagina you have been for your entire life before you die a horrible death and more importantly, I hope it happens before you manage to actually SPREAD any of the nonsense that spins around that empty expanse you call a head to your children. Now, PLEASE go home and take a long look in your mirror, assuming it doesn't shatter and slice you open (excuse me while I cross my fingers) and reflect on how you should make sure your own yard is mowed before you DARE to venture over the hedges to mine. Oh, where are my manners? Have a GREAT day. Signed, Me Thanks Ladies! I needed a short vent! :D "

Bwahahaha! Funny, right? 

Jesus had a Dinosaur?

Okay, another military wife stumbled across this and I read it and then sat in stunned silence... then I read the comments underneath and laughed my tail off.

'My neighbor gave my 8-year-old son toy dinosaurs. I am a little shocked. She says she is a Christian, but the Bible doesn't say anything about dinosaurs. Should I let him keep them, as long as he understands that dinosaurs aren't real? Even the PBS shows that he watches talk about dinosaurs and evolution, and how the scientists found these "bones" but the Bible doesn't say that God ever created them, and the earth is only 6,000 years old, not old enough to have "bones" that they say are MILLIONS of years old! I know that Satan tries to trick us in many ways, and this is one way that he tries to fool man into believing that there isn't a God who created the universe. How can they be bones when they are made out of ROCKS? I told my son that dinosaurs are one of Satan's many ways of tricking man, and he must talk to God before he plays with them. Am I handling this right? My first 3 were all girls, and I adopted boys, and lots of mothers tell me that boys are often attracted to these dinosaurs. So I don't know what to do. Is this just harmless fantasy play for him, or should I be worried that he may go on to believe in things like evolution?'

You can find this article and the posted comments: Here 

Lady. Listen. As a Christian let me start out by saying that you are making us all sound crazy. I would be more concerned with the amount of counseling that your son is going to need by the time you are done telling him that he needs to talk to God before he  plays with his toys and that Satan is trying to get him. 


Now, moving on from the obvious psychological issues this child is going to have, consider the face that he will have to take science classes from now until he gets a degree in college... unless, of course, Satan forbids that too. Is he expected to fail all of them? Spend time in ISS (in school suspension) or whatever his school has for either A) not paying attention lest Satan come steal him B) arguing with his teacher because 'my mommy told me that you are wrong and that you are Satan' or C) he gets bored and causes some other classroom disruption? Don't you think that the possibility of him getting discouraged in school and dropping out is a more likely leader to heathenism than him playing with dinosaurs? 


Also, please take this into consideration... at his age, you should consider yourself lucky that he isn't having sex with a teacher or smoking pot. I hear they are starting younger and younger.... and I'm guessing that playing with dinosaurs is not a 'gateway' behavior for these things.


I'm finding the system flawed that they let you adopt a goldfish, let along a human child. That is coming from the point of view who doesn't like children...


Now, put down the crack pipe, embrace that women now can wear pants and shave their body hair (and if you haven't already, PLEASE do this), and stop trying to ruin your kids. Children are strange enough without sketch parents.


Or, you can do like ol' girl said in one of the comments and dunk your kid and all his 'heathen' toys in holy water. I personally like this one "Satan, is already in your house if these dinosaurs are there already. Just take the boy out to the woods and leave him, if is his following God, then he should be able to find his way back home if he doesn't come home, then Satan has him and there is nothing for you to do to him. IMO. I mean today he is playing with dinosaurs, what next." (Same Link as Above) 


Sadly, she is probably taking these suggestions into consideration... that youngin' is probably wandering around in the woods as we speak. 


Ridiculous.


Sweet Tea and Cookies Ya'll,
Mrs. Belle

DWO: Driving While Old.

Hokay, So...

I have been rear ended twice in the last three days by an elderly driver.

The first time, the little old lady appeared to be older than Mafusla and did not even notice that she had hit me. From the force of the hit, I seriously doubted she had made any damage on the steel bumper of my Nissan Titan, so I just drove off. I didn't even get out and look. I mean, one tab in the drive through of a bank is nothing right?

Two days later, I'm stopped at a red light and I get hit hard enough to actually MOVE this giant best of a truck that I drive forward. For a moment, I sat there for a second in shock and thought to myself 'Surely not... Surely this did not just happen again?'. But, sure enough. I look in my rear view mirror and see the woman in the passenger seat of this car glaring at the man and him returning her look with something of a 'maybe she didn't notice' look. Not a chance dude. I noticed. So I hop out and go skipping back there to see the damage... once again, none on my truck. As I've said, she's a beast. :) The car however, was focked up!

Now, here comes the part that nearly left my jaw hung open in shock... This older gentleman steps out and says "Sorry about that, I just kinda rolled into you..". Yes Sir, you did. At about 25 miles an hour. Come to think of it, I've never heard of an accident that was not caused by someone 'rolling into' someone else, usually at a high rate of speed. Anyway, no damage to my truck and the gentleman looked like he was going to suffer enough at the hands of the angry lady in the passenger seat, so I opted to once again avoid calling Johnston Counties finest and went on my merry way.

However, after reflecting on this way, I am under the assumption that the elderly community must be after me! Once is an accident, twice is an odd coincidence... if they hit me again, I'm going to the Don in the hopes that his great great great grandaughter is having a wedding soon...

Sweet Tea and Cookies Ya'll!
Mrs. Belle

True Life: I'm a life/love blogger

I thought that today I would do an about me post so that when I link up to Mrs. Monologues blog, people will be able to read a little about me. :) Honestly, I wasn't sure what genre to put my blog under... so I chose Life/Love because that's essentially what I write about along with much, much more!

I am your average Southern belle in love with a man in uniform and so much more.

I am 23 and married to a Marine who joined the North Carolina National Guard after he EAS'd... active duty, not weekend warrior. He is my Hero and the love of my life and I am his own personal terrorist.

I'm an ECU student where I am going for my Communications degree with a business minor and then on to my masters in business management. Currently, I am also dual enrolled at Johnston Community college in an attempt to get my degree here faster. I am also a proud member of a Christian social sorority at ECU called Phi Beta Chi. 

 I am known as a deeply patriotic humanitarian. I support my country, God and our troops (especially mine). I am an aspiring wedding planner and find so much happiness in helping brides make the most of their big day. I am also a former model, equestrian, cowgirl, cheerleader, Latin ballroom dancer, coin collector and I have an addiction to coffee with liquid creamer. I am a fan of all things romantic. I love to bake and I make attempts at gardening, but my poor flowers will attest that I am not very good at it.

I devote a lot of my time to my animals and South Heartland Rescue, the rescue that I founded for Arctic breed dogs: Alaskan Malamutes, Siberian Huskies, American Eskimos, Samoyeds, and Alaskan Klee Kais. I personally have two horses, Satin and her daughter Tannon as well as my two American Eskimos, my incorrigible Bella (3) and my proper lady, Alaska (9),  a wonderful Siberian Husky, Midas (5) who is a complete Mama's boy, and my brave Points (7) a husky mix who keeps my Grandmother company but even though he doesn't live with me at the moment, he isn't far from my heart. Giving a loving home to Midas, Bella, Alaska and Points was the start of South Heartland Rescue, after my husband encouraged me to find more Nordics in need of forever homes just like our fur children once needed. 

My husband and I are child free by choice because to be honest, and I almost always am, I don't really like children. And no, we do not feel like we are missing out on anything. Our lives are content the way that they are and are getting better all the time. We are both also Christians (United Methodist), and do not care whether or not other people are. I do not judge other people as I do not feel that it is my place. Placing judgement on other people (be it for their lifestyles, religion, appearances etc) is what separates ladies from street trash. A real lady never judges a book by it's cover. Sadly, that is one of the places where me being a 'real lady' ends. 

Real ladies are obedient and polite: I am ill tempered, snide, vain, selfish and have absolutely no intention of being obedient. I am also completely and 100% Awesome. I tend to make an adventure out of everything and spend a lot of time laughing and making other people laugh. I curse like a sailor. Pink of my favorite color and I love anything that sparkles or has glitter... I'm a Barbie like that. However, I don't mind getting muddy and girls that do tend to annoy me. I ride four wheelers, get muddy and drive a large and impressive Nissan Titan.

I'm sweeter than a pitcher of tea to those I love but I can burn like good whiskey if you get me fired up! Devout Football fan, I love the New Orleans Saints (Who Dat?) and the Green Bay Packers. On game day, I can always be found cheering on Clay Matthews III, who is quite easy on this girl's eyes. I also support my college teams, The LSU fighting Tigers and the ECU fighting Pirates. I bleed purple and gold like most other ECU students. Arghh!

I love meeting new people and I appreciate all of my followers.

This blog contains the chronicles of my life: memories, dreams, explanations, tributes, goals, etc. From my heart to my blog, both in the middle of nowhere, and both  are surrounded by love, regardless of location.

Sweet tea and cookies y'all, 

Mrs. Belle

A Party Dip for the Belle on the Go!

Okay Ladies and Gents,

I would like to start out by saying that most of my friends and family can cook. As in Paula Deen would cry tears of ecstasy if she tasted Mama's Spanish Cornbread, Banny's Seafood Bisque, Aunt Lisa's freezer jam, or Auntie's Cajun Gumbo and Martha Stuart would fall to her knees and beg for their recipes. The famous Mrs. Wasp can whip up a meal for the masses in 15 minutes flat. I, you're favorite modern Belle, am not like that at all.

However, over the years I have perfected ways to 'cheat' the domestic system and make dishes that people believe are creative and delightful... and I have done most of it out of whatever was in my pantry and refrigerator already.

Today, I want to tell you how to make a fantastic dip in no time flat. Because what makes a Belle on the go happier than being able to throw a great 'snack' dish together on the go and be praised for it by all who sample?

First off, you need a 'dip/chips' dish. It looks like an bunt cake pan with a bowl in the middle so that you can scatter chips around the outer layer, and put dip in the bowl in the middle.

Above dish can be found Here!

Now, grab any salsa or relish that you like... I frequent my local Harry and David's and check out their Peach Salsa, Raspberry Relish and more. Now, for every half of the jar add 1 stick of cream cheese. Mix it together (if you do not have a beasty mixer, try popping it in the microwave for just a few seconds to soften it up). Mix it thoroughly, dump it into the center of your new 'dip/chip' dish, scatter some chips around it and viola!

I've done this for several church and family get togethers and have had people rave about my 'Gormet Dip' and it is cheap and easy.

Give it a try and let me and the rest of my followers know how it goes! Best of Luck!

Sweet Tea and Cookie's Ya'll!
~Mrs. Belle