It's Friday and you know what that means. Time for the Friday Five. This week with a Food Twist. As always, answer any 5 or go nucking futs num chuts and answer them all. Ready....Have at it...

1-Last DVD you bought?

DIRTY DANCING 20TH ANNIVERSARY DVD (NOBODY PUTS BABY, IN A CORNER)

2-Do you ever listen to the commentaries on DVD's?

SOMETIMES

3-Favorite Motown group?

TEMPTATIONS (ORIGINAL ONES) with SMOKEY ROBINSON AND THE MIRACLES RUNNING A VERY CLOSE SECOND.

4-Would you rather get up early, or sleep in?

SLEEP IN....ESPECIALLY IF I'M NOT SLEEPING IN ALONE.

5-Would you rather smile over a lie, or cry over the truth?

CRY OVER THE TRUTH

6-Does it take a lot to make you cry?

NO, BUT ONLY A SELECT FEW KNOW THAT.

7-Last thing you tried to hide?

LET'S JUST SAY IT WAS SOMETHING I WAS TRYING TO HIDE FROM DADDY LAST FRIDAY.

8- Who is Jimmy and why did he crack corn?

JIMMY IS A GOOD OL' SOUTHERN BOY, HE CRACKED CORN TO MAKE MOONSHINE OF COURSE.

9-Last magazine you bought?

COSMO

10- Something unusual you have done outside in the rain?

MADE WHOOPIE

11-Who was your VERY first date?

HIS NAME WAS BARRY....WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DOUBLE DATE, BUT WE DITCHED THE OTHER COUPLE A FEW MILES DOWN THE ROAD, THEN MET UP LATER TO COME HOME.

12- Do you ever see them?

NO. HE WAS OLDER, IN COLLEGE, ABOUT TO GO TO LAW SCHOOL AND I BROKE HIS HEART.

13-If you were blindfolded, could you tell your significant others kiss on the cheek from several others?

WITHOUT A DOUBT....YES. I WOULD KNOW THOSE LIPS ANYWHERE.

14-Have you ever been shameless for someone?

HECK YES...GOING ON 13 YEARS.

15- 3 things your significant other says to you the most?

1-I LOVE YOU

2-YOU BELONG TO ME

3-STOP BITING YOUR LIP

16-Pizza-----------Thin or Thick crust?

THIN

17-What do you put on your eggs?

ON SCRAMBLED EGGS, A SPLASH OF FRANK'S RED HOT AND SOME MILD CHILI'S.

18-Favorite hotdog wiener?

I ONLY BUY 2 BRANDS, OSCAR MEYER AND NATHAN'S.

19-What was your last midnight snack?

THE YANKEE.

20-Potato salad or cole slaw?

Potato(tater)Salad(especially mine).

Later Ya'll...

I was oddly calm sitting in the waiting room. Our session Monday had went very well (according to him), and here I was again on Wednesday.

Right away he noticed that I wasn't fussing with my purse, or checking his bookshelf to make sure that everything was lined up correctly, properly faced and spaced out to suit my need for order and balance.

"So, how are things today?" He asked, like he always does.

"I feel like crying."

He moved a box of tissue toward me. A silent way of giving me permission.

Before I knew it, I was crying. Not the angry, white hot, livid tears of Monday that drop out of your eyes like bombs from a plane, these were quiet ones that slip out of your eyes, rolling down so soft and slowly they warm your cheeks.

The night and morning before, spent pouring through old journals and a manuscript, had presented me with an image that I did not like.

I started to reach for the phone and dial the familiar number like I had done so many times in the past. The number that had initially been so very difficult for me to dial, the words, "I need someone to talk to", that at one time was near impossible for me to say, had over time become second nature.

The voice on the other end of the phone, always compassionate, always there, a constant and lifeline in an uncertain world.

"Why are you crying?" He asked gently.

I am tired of the roller coaster. Tired of chasing the unattainable....tired of trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. Tired of making excuses to myself and for others.

Tired of trying to open doors that are always locked.

Tired of trying to check into places that are occupied.

Hurt me, I cry. Cut me, I bleed. I'm not made of stone.I live among people, yet, I am alone.

There are times when as much as I want or try to pretend, I'm not strong.

Times when I want to take off the mask and know I have a soft place to fall.

Looking up, I could finally answer his question.

"I'm tired of crash landings."

Below, is one of the most BEAUTIFUL, TOUCHING, SENSUAL and ROMANTIC, love scenes ever, from the movie, The Horse Whisperer. Not one word is spoken between the actors, yet, thousands of things are being said. The song, LOOKING FOR A SOFT PLACE TO FALL, is haunting and fits the scene and my mood perfectly.

Later Ya'll...^Belle^

Who....? Me.....a prim and proper Southern Belle..... . Only my Yankee knows for sure....

Later Ya'll...

BELIEVE ME WHEN I TELL YOU...THAT IS NOT MY FANTASY! MY FANTASY IS NOT A WHAT...BUT A WHO....

I DO HAVE ONE, BUT MY WORLD DOESN'T REVOLVE AROUND IT.

Later Ya'll...

Today is a special day. Not just because it is Easter, but because on this date (a certain number of years ago), a baby boy was born that would grow up to be THE man I love.

We met under a set of circumstances that can only be defined as fate. All it took was a CB radio,rain and my friend Bev, that lead up to that magic night on May 17,1995 when we met for the first time.

First impressions are important, and true we had been bumping into one another via the CB (always in the rain), for months, yet, here he was...live and in person...walking, no...STRUTTING, across the parking lot.

"Hi. I'm Sarge". He said.

"We have to go to the bathroom." I shouted in his face,grabbing Bev's arm and DRAGGING her with me.

A part of me hoped he would be gone when we returned, but, another part wasn't at all surprised to discover him leaning against the front of Bev's car, legs crossed, smoking a cigarette, with an amused, yet slightly confused look on his face.

"Was it something I said?" He teased.

I wanted him, the first time I saw him. Little did I know what fate had in store for me, nor the many twists and turns life would throw in our path.

I have NEVER loved, needed or wanted,any man, the way that I love,need and want him. Some people search their entire lives and never find the kind of love that we share. I still get butterflies when he walks into a room and, almost 13 years later...his kisses still make me melt.

Yes there are times, when like I told him Thursday night, I don't know if I should kiss or strangle him,(He wasn't strangled...but he was kissed....A LOT!)No matter what, there is a strong bond between us that will not be denied.

So, Mr Yankee....Even though I won't be able to share this day with you, I am as close as your next breath. My love is with you always. And, the next time I see you, I might just be wearing a red bow and you can open your present when and where ever you want (not that you need a bow for that as I well know).

Below, is a play list from FineTune.com, for the man I love. Each song selected especially for him.

Happy Birthday Babe. Your initial is on my body, but your name was written on my heart and soul the night we met.

Everyone stick around...listen to a song or 2 and help me wish my handsome,sexy, Marine, Yankee a Happy Birthday.

Later Ya'll