It's Friday, and you know what that means, time for the Friday Five With A Twist. As always, answer any 5 or go drunk as a bicycle wild and answer them all. Ready...here we go...

1-Favorite chocolate (Milk,Dutch,Swiss etc.)

Dutch chocolate.

2-What color is your bedspread/comforter?

Crimson,hunter green and black

3-Last vehicle, other than yours, that you rode in?

My daughter's.

4-Which is more romantic...flowers or chocolate?

Flowers.

5-One of your favorite possessions?

My Mother's diamond earrings.

6-Your most annoying trait?

Other than throwing rocks at airplanes? I can think of 2 (believe me there are more) that I get called on all the time. 1-Skimming the icing off of cakes, 2- flipping through the radio dial during commercials or when a song comes up that I don't care for.

7-Best place you've gone on vacation?

Mississippi with The Yankee.

8-Who knows the most about you?

My Daddy probably knows the most about me, since he has known me longer than anyone else, but The Yankee knows me best.

9-Last thing you bought for yourself?

Some collectible Coke tins. They were actually supposed to be Dirty Santa gifts, but I decided to keep them for myself. Now that was really "dirty"!

10-What blogger would you most like to catch under the mistletoe?

Lucy.Just kidding, The Yankee.

11-Last place you drove to?

Pell City.

12-Describe your favorite place to be?

Anywhere The Yankee is.

13-If you could be a bird for a day, where would you go?

I would go to Tuscaloosa,Alabama, find Athletic Director, Mal Moore and poop on his head.

14-True or False: "If you can't be, with the one you love, love the one you're with?"

FALSE.

15- Do you own the complete season DVD's of any TV shows?

I have seasons 1& 2 of MASH. All but season's 5 and 10 of Friends. Seasons 1-3 of Newlyweds,Seasons, 1,2 and 2 1/2 of The Osbornes.

16-First line to your favorite song?

"All alone at the end of the evening"

17-How do you like your eggs?

Scrambled with cheese and crumbled sausage.

18-Last person you kissed in an automobile?

The Yankee.

19-Last Christmas special you watched?

Rudolph The Rednosed Reindeer.

20-Are diamonds a girls best friend?

No. They run a close second to C-size batteries.


**Hope to see you all at the big Christmas party hosted by Ice and Puppy. No need to wear helmets (Colo), as I have turned in my rocks and shoulder mounted rocket launcher. I promise to be on my very best behavior.


Later Ya'll...^Belle^

MY BEAUTIFUL BO

IN MEMORY OF MY LITTLE MAN
March 2001-DECEMBER 17,2005

Dear Bo:

365 days have now passed since you died. Not a day goes by that I don't think about and miss you. Reminders of you are everywhere. The Christmas presents you never received last year are still wrapped and in the closet. Your toy box in the living room is still in the same place. Just last week I found your favorite tennis ball, the red one we lost and could never find. I found it underneath the bed, laughing as I held it in my hands at the huge chunk of rubber missing from where you had chewed it.

I had to remove the chair in the office where you sat while I was using the computer. It was too painful to look over to my right and see it empty.


(The chair in the computer room where he sat)

Your toys are still in the living room. The others don't play with them anymore. Except for Bubba (Little Bo), he loves the knotted ropes just like you did. He got one for Christmas last year, but prefers your old ones.

I feel like I let you down. I should have protected you. Maybe if I had taken you to the hospital earlier, or perhaps if I had called Dr H at home and explained the situation, even though he was referring his patients to the large animal hospital that weekend. I can't help but going back over it in my mind.

The thing I regret most, the thing that haunts me, one year later, is the nurse grabbing you from my arms as soon as I entered the lobby. She took you from me, wrapped up in your favorite fluffy cover. Your pleading eyes never left mine until the cold, gray door slammed behind her. I didn't get the chance to tell you that I loved you, or kiss you on your soft little head. That was the last time I saw you.

Hours later, at 7:45 PM, the phone rang. I stared at the animal hospital number on the caller ID, afraid to answer. Afraid of what I might hear. The doctor tried to be gentle. I know it wasn't easy for her. She had grilled and questioned me in depth for over 30 minutes after you were admitted about your medical history. I pleaded and begged her to do all she could to save you. I asked to see you before I left but she wouldn't let me, saying I was too upset and emotional and it wouldn't be good for you to see me like that.

The moment she said, "I'm sorry...", I lost it. I knew you were dead. My precious little man, the sunshine of my life was gone. Nothing has been the same since.

There have been a few people to tell me to get over it, that you were "just" a dog. Love is love. There isn't a separate kind of love for humans and animals.


Bo and his daughter,Brooke.He was so proud of his little girl.

On the other hand, I treasure and cherish my dear friends here on Blogstream. They really helped me in the days and weeks after your death. They never made me feel silly for grieving.

For a month after you died, I slept with your little red, "I'm Mama's Dog" T-Shirt on my left hand, pressing it up against my cheek. It made me feel close to you. But, oh, how I dreaded going to sleep at night. The empty spot on my body pillow where you slept a constant reminder that you were gone. Sometimes, even after a year, I still find myself reaching for you in the middle of the night.


Bo at my friend Randy's house-November 2002

They wrapped you in your fluffy cover at the hospital and carried the little box out to the car. I was going to put your sweater on you, but decided against it once I got back home, so I placed it in the box with you. Along with some photos of Buffy,Brooke,Bonnie Blue and Bubba. And one of me, and you. I added one of your raw hide bones, a favorite toy and a new stuffed animal I had bought the day before.


Bo going for a ride with Randy.He had just bought him the blue collar.


We buried you the next day in the front yard by a crepe myrtle tree. I know how you hated the dark and being alone. From whereever I am in the front of the house, I can look out any window and see your little grave. It was so hard to put you in the ground.




Dr H was in tears when I told him a couple of weeks later that you had died. He always called you the "medical marvel". Amazed at how many times you had cheated death,saying that you loved me so very much you just flat out refused to die. Yet, cautioning me, to keep in mind, that one day there would be nothing that could be done to save you.

I remember the first time I saw you, when Princess and her then boyfriend, brought you, their dog over that Sunday night. As soon as she put you down, you ran over to the sofa where I was sitting and jumped in my lap. Despite her best efforts, you slept with me that night, and every night after that. Many people choose a dog, but you chose me.

I guess you must have sensed how very much I needed you. My life at the time was in shambles and it was a struggle each and every day to find a reason to live. That Sunday night,you gave me a reason. You gave me unconditional love and companionship.


My sweet,precious Bo, if love alone could have kept you alive, you would have lived forever. You will always live in my memories. I carry you in my heart.

My dear Little Man, one year ago, I wasn't ready to say goodbye and I'm still not. One day we will be reunited. So, until then, just wait for me.

You are still, and will always be, "Mama's Dog". And, Mama still loves you so very much.

Until we meet again, rest in peace my "Little Man".



(The song in my head for this Sunday is Sunshine On My Shoulders by John Denver. Just so happens this is the song that was playing when I was told Bo had passed away.It can be found on the comments page of this post)




Bo with Buffy and Brooke.

The day after Bo CHOOSE me as his person. He stole Garfield the cat from my daughter's room. It was his from that point on.

Later Ya'll....Bo's Mama

RUBY13 SENT ME THIS IN A COMMENT.IT IS SO TOUCHING AND BEAUTIFUL I WANTED TO INCLUDE IT.THANKS RUBY!

You were my love
You were my joy
You were my all dear mighty boy.
Your master now is grieving
You're forever in her heart
We shared many moments together
I loved you from the start.
Someday, I will see my doggie
He's in my Daddy's care
Just across the rainbow
God's creatures are waiting there.

(author unknown)

It started early Tuesday morning,very early as in the butt crack of dawn! The dogs began to growl and bark. I looked at the clock, it was 6 am...potty time for the Rat Pack was still about an hour and a half away. Then I heard it. A small plane buzzing around.

At least twice a year, the government powers that be send in their plane to buzz around looking for hidden marijuana plants. Due to the location, and the fact that this is a rural and isolated area, this is the perfect place to grow weed. It's also the perfect place to get caught. I knew from past experience that they would be buzzing around all day. After a while the Rat Pack got used to it and didn't pay the plane any attention.

Wednesday morning, I was pulled from sleep, once again by the sound of a plane. It continued all day long. Ditto with Thursday....only getting lower and lower. The antique glassware and figerines in my bookcase rattle and clink. Double ditto on Friday.

Come to find out, it's not the government looking for weed, it is some yahoo from a small near by Georgia airport,taking passengers for a ride at $35.00 a pop. Over the past few days, rather than just circling, he is dipping and leaning. I watch as he disappears into the forest, looking for all the world as if he will crash, only to pop up again and turn left toward the house.

I stood outside watching as he came over and turned the plane so I had a perfect view of the cock pit. I did what any half crazed, PMS'ing woman would do. I gave him the finger.

After 30 minutes plane free, I let the Rat Pack out to play and enjoy the 74 degree weather. I heard him in the distance, he came in close....very close. The dogs were going out of their mind and poor Buffy was a nervous wreck.They were diving into the flower beds, one ran under my car. He came around at an angle.I saw him clear as day in the cockpit. And guess what....? He gave ME....the finger!

Before I knew what was happening, I had grabbed up a handful of stones and was whirling them up into the air as high as I could. Never mind the fact that by this time he was 1/2 mile or more away.

"Mom.....MOM...!!!!!!" Came the voice of my son.

I turned around to see him standing on the porch.

"What?" I asked.

"You need to get a grip."

"He gave me the finger!" I said all huffy and puffy. Never mentioning the fact that I gave him once first.

"You think you are going to hit that airplane with those tiny, little rocks? The only thing you managed to hit was the mail box."

I dropped the rocks and stood there for a moment. There was no graceful way to recover from this. He was right. I needed to get a grip.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of a vehicle coming fast down the dirt road. And when I say fast, I mean hauling ass and slinging gravel. On the back of the truck was one of our good ol' boys, standing up and holding on with one hand, a shotgun in the other.

"Go....go....go!!!! We'll get the sum bitch this time."

"Talk about needing to get a grip. At least I'm not on the back of a truck with a shot gun."

My son, The Baby, just shook his head.

"I don't know which is more nuts! Them thinking they can chase it down and shoot it, or you standing out here flipping him off and throwing rocks."

"I guess you think I'm crazy?" I said, still embarassed at my hissy fit.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I did see Maw-Maw yesterday chasing it outside with her broom and screaming for it to get the hell out of here."

Anyone know where I can get a grip? Wonder if they sell those at Wal-Mart? I know just exactly the kind of grip I need....it just needs to be closer. MUCH CLOSER.

Later Ya'll....^Belle^

Yoo-Hoo....It's Friday and you know what that means! Time for the Friday Five With A Twist. As always, answer any 5 or go nutty as a fruit cake and answer them all. Ready...here we go...

1-Do you prefer pastels or jewel tone colors?

Jewel tones.

2-Why did Grandma get run over by a reindeer?

Too much Bud Lite Pie.

3-Do you have a signature scent?

For the last 6 years, Ralph by Ralph Lauren. People stop me all the time to ask what I am wearing.

4- "What do you get when you fall in love?"

Hopefully, you get someone to fall in it with you.

5-How do you spell relief?

J-A-C-K D-A-N-I-E-L-S

(I was going to say, D-U-R-A-C-E-L-L-) But decided against it.

6-Pumpkin or Sweet Potato pie?

YUCK!!!!! Neither!

7-What was the last thing ( nothing to do with the computer) that you touched?

My coffee cup. WELL....IT WAS!

8-Do you talk in your sleep?

How should I know? The Yankee does. I can carry on a full conversation with him. He is much more entertaining when fully awake and this Southern ^Belle^ knows just the kind of wake up call he likes.

9-Cake or ice cream?

Ice Cream.

10-Do you know what "chat bubbles" are?

Have you tried Alka Seltzer?

11-Can you drive a stick?

How dare you! Oh....a STICK! Why yes I can. Taught myself. I do just fine as long as I don't have to stop and then start again on a hill or incline. I always roll backwards.You don't want to be behind me when that happens.

12-Using a song title, describe your thoughts on being in love?

"It Takes Two"

13-Using a song title, describe your thoughts on marriage?

"Highway To Hell"

14-Favorite coffee brand?

Chock Full O' Nuts.Try it...you'll like it!

15-What color is your toothbrush?

White and crimson.

16-Last DVD you watched?

Season 3 of Friends.

17-Would you ever go on Fear Factor? Why or why not?

No. Because, fear IS a factor for me.

18-Ladies-Are your toenails painted?
Men- Do you have a beard and or mustache?

Yes to painted toenails. Crimson of course.

19-Last naughty thing you did? Does anyone know?

Let's just say it involved a trip to Wal-Mart and leave it at that.
The Yankee knows, because it was his idea.

20-Without thinking, say the first thing that comes to your mind out loud. What was it and did anyone hear you?

"Oh my,my, oh, hell yes, Mama put on that party dress" (I have that song stuck in my head and it's not even Sunday!)

Buffy heard me. She was sleeping in a chair to my right and is looking at me like I am nuts!

EXTRA...EXTRA...

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**I prefer my Yankee/Marine.

Later Ya'll...^Belle^

ANNOUNCER: We interrupt this blog for a special news bulletin. Reporting from lovely Pig Snout,Alabama, from our studios high above Goat's Bluff, here are Bubba and Nub.

Bubba: Sorry to break in on your bloggin' folks, but sumpthin' very serious has happened on Blogstream this weekend.

Nub: Mercy sakes Bubba. What has happened?

Bubba: Well, Nub, it has come to our attention here at WTF TV that the women of Blogstream are turnin' into a bunch of wild heifers.

Nub: Ya don't say! Well, I swan.

Bubba: Yep.

Nub: Do tell...!

Bubba: I'm a fixin' to. Jest hold your horses...

Nub: (whispers to Bubba) I ain't got no horse Bubba.

Bubba: It's jest an expression Nub.

Nub: Got a mule though.

Bubba: That's good Nub.

Nub:: And a jack ass.

Bubba: A mule is a jack ass Nub.

Nub: The jack ass I's talkin' 'bout is Agnes.

Bubba: That ain't no way to talk about your wife.

Nub: You ought ta hear whut she calls me.

Announcer: Get on with it!

Nub: Make a sailor blush. Never heared such talk in all your borned days.

Bubba: Sorry to hear that Nub.

Nub: You're sorry! You don't have ta live with her!

Bubba: Why don't you get a deevorce then?

Nub: Can't afford one of them. Do you know Bubba, that yew hafta pay alimony!

Bubba: Yeah. Sometimes.

Nub: Beats all I ever seen. If I have to pay a woman not to live with me, might as well jest keep her. Least that way I don't have to cook or clean.

Announcer: We are rolling.....!

Nub: Course, Agnes don't like sex.

Bubba: Oh. Celibate..huh.

Nub: Naw. I don't sell it. I'd give it to her for free. But she's always got the headache.

Bubba: Give 'er an asprin.

Nub: Don't know whut a headache has to do with it no hows, ain't her head I'm interested in.

ANNOUNCER: LIVE.....ON THE AIR......GET ON WITH IT!!!

Bubba: Yeah, let me see now, Oh, the women on Blogstream...

Nub: Shhhh.....LISTEN....

Bubba: Whut yew hear Nub?

Nub: Ya'll hear Eddy Arnold?

Bubba; Yeah. That's comin' from the post down below us from Belle's Sunday Stuck in My Head post.

Nub: Speakin' of head, yew know that Agnes won't.....

ANNOUNCER: Shut up and get it over with!!!!!

Bubba: Alright. Hold your...

Announcer: Oh good granny! Don't start that again!

Nub: Don't start whut...?

Bubba: He means 'bout holdin' your horses.

Nub: Like I told yew Bubba, I ain't got no horse.

Announcer: WE KNOW....WE KNOW.....GET ON WITH IT!!

Bubba: Alright, alright. Don't bust a nut!

Nub: I busted mine one time.

Bubba: Ouch. I bet that hurt.

Nub: It would have if'n it had been the left one, but it got the right one, and yew know that one is plastic.

Bubba: I didn't know that Nub. How in the world did yew end up with a plastic nut?

Nub: Well, my ol' mule....

ANNOUNCER: Can't you simple minded idiots just follow the script? You two don't have enough brain cells between you to blow your nose!

Nub: Oh, I can blow my nose just fine. I jest don't 'cause ever time I do, I break wind and then Agnes goes and has a hissy fit. Why won't women admit to breakin' wind Bubba?

Bubba: I don't rightly know Nub. But yew are shore right, they won't own up to it fer nuthin.

Nub: I know for a fact that Agnes breaks wind. She don't ever claim it. And let me tell yew, she laid down a good 'un the other night. Made me right proud.

Bubba: Whut she say.

Nub:Well sir, it was one of the loud, all of a sudden kind of winds, yew know that kind that burn your cheeks and vibrate the chair. She wouldn't claim it atall. Said it was the screen door outside a bangin'.

Bubba; It might a been Nub.

Nub: Naw.Couldn't a been the screen door. We ain't got one. It was her. And then she gets all pissy, jumps up and goes into the kitchen. Then I hear it again. From the kitchen! So, I yelled in thar to her,"Looks like the screen door follered yew".

Bubba: Bet she laid it on somethin' else that time.

Nub: Yep. Said it was the table.

ANNOUNCER: We have 5 minutes left and you haven't even read the dang report!

Bubba: Well, land sakes. Times flies don't it.

Nub: I reckon it does Bubba. Cept when I am at home with Agnes, then it drags on and on.

Bubba: Okay. Well folks, as I said, these women here on Blogstream have jest gone Yoko Ono.

Announcer: That is LOCO you doofus !

Nub: Same thang.

Bubba: Oh, yeah. I see now. I wus wonderin' whut she had to do with it.

Nub: Whut has happened now Bubba?

Bubba: Well, all I can say is to keep the kids away from Lucy's Overheard. And especially don't let'em read the comments.

Nub: Why ever not?

Bubba: Well, theys talkin' bout...farts, witches tits and other parts that I can't mention on the television. So, ya'll jest need to stay away from there.

Nub: Ya don't say?

Bubba: I do say. Read it all for myself. And now they have really gone and done it over to PolarBear's blog.

Nub: Whut did they do over there?

Bubba: They have gone and slandered the good wholesome image of Barbie.

Nub: The doll?

Bubba: Yes siree Bob.

Nub: I ain't Bob, I'm Nub.

Bubba: Jest an expression Nub.

Nub: Barbie's a good girl. Right, Bubba?

Bubba: Not accordin' to whut I read. Belle wrote that her Barbie threw Ken over for that cowboy, Johnny West.

Nub: Hey, I had one of those.

Bubba: Yeah, well, that ain't all of it, then she went on to say that when Barbie got tired of Johnny West, she threw him over for GI Joe.

Nub: I guess her Barbie wasn't a good girl. Maybe she got one of the bad ones.

Bubba: She even admitted that her Barbie was a tramp. Can you believe it?

Nub: No, Bubba. I can't. I am shocked! I tell ya, that's whut happens to our Southern Belle's when they start foolin' around with them danged ol' Yankees!

Bubba: That ain't even all Nub! Seems PolarBear had a lesbian Barbie.

Nub: I didn't know they made Lebanese Barbies?

Bubba: Not Lebanese...lesbian.

Nub: Oh. Makes me no never mind. I'm a lesbian too.

Bubba: Bet there was a lot more than dreamin' goin on at Barbie's Dream House.

Nub: Shore sounds like it.

Announcer: Wrap it up.

Bubba: But, I didn't get to the story 'bout the gerbil nipple thief.

Announcer: We are out of time. Wrap it up.

Nub: How in the world do you steal nipples from a gerbil?

Bubba: I don't know. Has somethin' to do with earrings.

Nub: I got 3 you know.

Bubba: 3 whut, Nub?

Nub: Nipples. Wanna see....(lifts up Dale Earnhardt T-Shirt)

Bubba: Well I'll be....

Nub: Wanna touch it?


Bubba: No thanks Nub. I'll pass. Yew better not let that get around. They might come fer your extra one next.

Nub: I don't care. They can have all 3 of 'em if they want. I don't use'em for nuthin'...although, I tried to get Agnes......

Announcer: From station WTF from Pig Snout,Alabama, this has been a special State of The Stream Report, Women Gone Wild edition. Tune in next time when you might hear Nub say,

Nub: Hey, Bubba, reckon where I can get one of them bad Barbies...?

We now return you to this blog already in progress.


Later Ya'll...^Belle^