Merry Christmas, bloggers

Hope Santa brings you everything you want for Christmas, and blessings to you in the coming Year.

What I want Santa can't bring necessarily.  I would like to have personal love back in my life.  Long distance relationships are hard, especially when each have other responsibilities, even families.  He was never really mine, he was only borrowed.  I gave him love wholeheartedly, still love him, so I wait for some Christmas miracle of sorts...like him showing up at my doorstep with only Santa boots and a red cap on! ha!

or him driving up, tooting a car horn and surprising me with a car for Christmas that I so desperately need...ha! I know that's a fantasy right there...lol...but nevertheless I miss him...I miss not having that personal love and affection. 

This year has been a trying one in a lot of ways. Family issues, legal issues, custody issues, 18 year old don't know what the hell they want to do issues, work issues...all without personal love.  damn. Half the time I don't know whether I'm coming or going, some days up, some days down, some times I just don't care, whatever it takes to remain sane, ya know. A nap?  Yeah, I could use one of those too. 

I seem to be in this melancholy mood here the last couple of days. I've been thinking about my root family, my mother, father, siblings... ho.ho.humbug.  My mother and father have both passed away, and even though all my siblings are alive but one, we hardly ever see each other. Yep, I've been good all year, for years, but Santa never brings me a dag gone thing.  That's life in Appalachia, living small and hard. 

I am truly grateful for little Bella to be living with me, and be safe here, and I need to remind myself of blessings I have like health, a job, a roof over my head and food in the cupboards. However it seems I owe my mortgage escrow $150 bucks, so much for me having any money sliding into the New Year, ha!

on that note, I'll say, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnite."

Homemade Holiday Delights...

Tonight I was in my local drug store when I happened to spy a tub of creamed pulled candy upon a shelf in the Christmas aisle. I was there to pick out an ornament to take into work tomorrow for a gift ornament exchange and a catered lunch.

OMGosh!! Seeing that tub of creamed pulled candy brought back memories of my 90 year old Aunt Minnie, who would every holiday make pulled creamed candy that was a pure delight and melted in your mouth!

Aunt Minnie always seemed 90 years old to me my whole childhood. Bless her heart. I have nothing but fond memories of her and creamed candy! but I could never forget her husband, Uncle Ritchie, who spent his days rubbing his chair arm and clacking his teeth after a stroke, not able to really communicate his needs. Their daughter, Christine, was the closest thing to God that I ever knew. She spent nearly everyday in the church, was a Sunday school teacher and church organist, and paid for my sister and I to take piano lessons. She was the most giving, loving, and soft spoken person who spent her whole life with her parents and helped take care of them until they passed away.

I wondered if Mom Blakeman’s could live up to Aunt Minnie’s creamed candy, and I was pleasantly surprised that it melted in my mouth. It was absolutely delicious! Just like Aunt Minnie’s…

I went to the website. Here is the link if you’d like to order you some pulled creamed candy. Established in 1961 by "Mom" Blakeman, it remains a family owned and operated company in Kentucky dedicated to producing the highest quality creamed pull candy available. Light, rich, flaky and hand-made with pure butter and sugar, it really does melt in your mouth.

Yep, it definitely does melt in your mouth, no kidding!

I Want Cot For Christmas...

The Storm, 1880

Pierre-Auguste Cot (French, 1837–1883)

I have to admit I had "a crush" on this painting.  I had come across it somewhere online a few years ago.  On a trip to New York a friend surprised me by taking me to see the original painting at the MOMA (Metropolitan Museum of Art). 

All I can say is wow! It was larger than life.  This picture certainly does not do this painting justice let me tell you.  It is absolutely gorgeous, so after that I was totally in love with this painting. 

It has always enthralled me, always will. 

Did you ever just see a painting you absolutely had to have?

I want this one, the original, its hard to hang a copy when you've seen the original. 

Do you think the MOMA would ever sell it to the highest bidder? If not perhaps I could employ an art thief to steal it...

I guess I'll be disappointed again when Christmas comes and its not taking up my whole livingroom!

Shopping with Bella...

I try every year to expand the shopping experience by exploring the wideworld net in search of those unique Christmas gifts...

for the smoker in your life....

No one likes to stand in the rain alone, yet smokers everywhere are constantly forced to smoke outside. So what's a smoker to do when it's raining and they just have to get their puff on?

The Smoker's Umbrella is the ultimate solution for cigarette lovers who are caught in the cold. The kit comes with an ash tray attachment and an adorable cigarette-styled carrying case.

Know someone completely morbid? Maybe someone who hates rodents? Well, I'm sure there's someone on your list who would like genuine, freeze-dried squirrel feet earings. haha! I'm gonna get my MIL a pair of those! She's so fashionable (or thinks she is!)

Please don't ask me where they get the feet, I sincerely don't want to know. Of course, if you do buy these for someone, you might want to make sure you don't spend too much time with them afterwards. After all, buying earrings for someone doesn't mean you ever want to be seen with the person wearing them.

Try some fun with Fundies!

For those couples who share everything...and doesn't accept that there is such a thing as too much intimacy.

Underwear for two, is a great gift for those annoying couples who are pretty much joined at the hip anyway. You never know, maybe getting a gift like this will make them realize how clingy they've been, and hopefully, they won't be so damn annoying anymore.

It could just be the gift that keeps on giving.

If you know someone who likes to rock out with their ass out, then this iCarta (pictured below) is the perfect gift for them. Finally the serenity of bathroom sessions can be brought up to pace with the modern world as you combine a love of clearing bowels with a love of rock and roll.

This makes a great gift for women who are too insecure to use the toilet while other people can hear them. Of course, if they realize that people then start to associate music playing in the bathroom with their pooping, then they'll have even more issues to deal with.

that's it today, for this edition of shopping with Bella; join us next time, until then happy shopping!

If any of these above items interest yuns, go buy it here.

and last but not least...

In the spirit of the Wild West, this holster keeps his beer ready for a quick draw whenever the need arises. Made of rugged leather, it snaps onto any standard belt and the adjustable nylon strap wraps around the thigh for additional support. A fun accessory for parties and tailgates, it also makes a convenient holder when he needs his hands free for grill duty.

Exclusively from RedEnvelope.

made of rugged leather
adjustable nylon strap for additional support
holster fits a 12 oz. can or bottle

Yes, click the link and get yuns one! How much does it cost? It ain't cheap! but there are lots of nice gifts on this site.

A Pre-Lit Thanksgiving

Since Bella Rose is living with me this year, we are doing holidays a little differently. For Thanksgiving, I told her I would take her to the restaurant of her choice, and then afterwards we would go see a movie, and that's just what we did! 

After we got home from the movies she wanted to put up the Christmas tree.  Last year it was her and I putting up the tree; first time in a couple of years I really enjoyed doing this; also the first time I used my mother's collected ornaments since she died in 2004.  I had just hung onto them, and last year it felt right.  My mom was so close to little Isabella, said she was her "rosebud."  Holidays always bring my mother to mind, and my Dad, too.  I miss them.

Anyway, this is a 7-foot tree with prelit white lights that I got up from the basement only to assemble, plug in, and WTF? 

Perfect if they work, right? A nightmare if they don't.

Yeah, the bottom part of the tree lights go on, and only some of the middle do, but the top well, it ain't working at all.

So, here I am, frustrated, wrestling apart this 7 foot tree that has probably 3000 white lights to try to narrow down the problem...(non-prelit *bleep*! how dare you not work!). So, since the directions were long lost many years ago I presume, I get online and google to see if possibly there is a quick fix to this prelit nightmare, and some say check the fuse.

Okay so where in the heck is a fuse on a Christmas tree?! Then upon further investigation they say its in the plug?...parallel to the prongs? I'm looking at the plug-in (which are many in this extension of a tree) and just don't see it. Finally! after much prodding and poking around on the plug I figure it out. You have to slide something up on the side, and underneath are two fuses! Wow, who would have thunk?!

Finally got that figured out; however, the fuses didn't look bad, but my! what a pain in the ass to get out! (there's gotta be an easier way)...after the fuses I try to plug it in, its deader than 4 o'clock, doesn't even blink! (damn blinkity-blink non-blinking *bleep*! after all that work! ha!)...so I'm thinking what now? Sit down and try to figure out which of the 3000 white lights look like they've burnt out? and replace? Are you fruckin' kidding me? hell noooo!

Okay, okay so I gave in. I tried that on the very top part, spending upwards of an hour, and then checking the fuse, and when I plugged it in expecting it to light, you guessed it...(damn blinkity-blink non-blinking *bleep*!) Yep, not to mention just trying to pull those things out of their tight light socket, and place them back in was hard, they are way too snug...not that my efforts did any good anyway!

Pre-Lit tree BAH HUMBUG!

I won't ever buy another pre-lit tree!

So, today, the day after the pre-lit tragedy, we salvaged the tree by putting it back together, and placing a string of colored lights, kinda sick of the anemic white ones anyway, and proceeded to decorate it anyway! Its beautiful!

We did good.  Mom would be proud.

Preparing a Turkey...

for those of you who might need a little instruction...

Step 1: Get yer butt out and buy a turkey
Step 2: Take a drink of whiskey (or substitute your choice)
Step 3: Put turkey in the oven
Step 4: Take another two drinks of whiskey
Step 5: Set the degree at 375 ovens
Step 6: Take 3 more whiskeys of drink
Step 7: Turn oven the on
Step 8: Take 4 whisks of drinky
Step 9: Turk the bastey
Step 10: Whiskey another bottle of get
Step 11: Stick a turkey in the thermometer
Step 12: Glass yourself a pour of whiskey
Step 13: Bake the whiskey for 4 hours
Step 14: Take the oven out of the turkey
Step 15: Take the oven out of the turkey
Step 16: Floor the turkey up off the pick
Step 17: Turk the carvey
Step 18: Get yourself another scottle of botch
Step 19: Tet the sable and pour yourself a
glass of turkey
Step 20: Bless the saying, pass and eat out

yeah, be like me and eat out!

Monday ha-ha's!

There once was a toad that was excluded from all Green Toad activities because he was a handsome shade of yellow. So he went to visit a beautiful fairy in the town over who had the power to grant wishes. 

"Fairy," he said. "I would like to be green, so I can play with all the other toads." "Granted!" said the fairy, who turned him yellow. 

Unfortunately, his little toady penis was still yellow. 

"What about my penis?" he asked the fairy. 

"Oh! For that, you'll have to go see the wizard." 

And so the toad hopped off to find the wizard. 

Soon, a pink elephant visited the fairy, and he wished to be turned gray. She granted him the wish, but, as with the toad, his penis was still pink. So she told him to visit the wizard. 

"How do I find the wizard?" he asked.

"Just follow the yellow dick toad."




Recently a man had to go to the hospital to have his wedding ring cut off his penis ...(Yes...you heard me) ... after this mistress found the ring in his pants pocket !

She got so mad at him that she stuck it on him while he was asleep ... Now,I don't know about you folks, but

I don't know what's worse ...

1)  having your Mistress find out that you are married ...
2) explaining to your wife how your wedding ring got ON your penis , oops ..
OR ...
3) finding out that your ittybitty penis fits through your wedding ring !!!

A woman storms into a pet shop demanding her money back from the owner. You sold me this frog and told me it would be able to satisfy all my sexual desires!

The clerk tries to calm her down and asks, "Did you do what I told you to do?"

"Yes, dammit!"  
"I got naked, lay back on my bed, and put him between my legs just like you said, and he did nothing!" she shouts.

The owner, looking confused, replies, it's a perfectly trained frog. I can't understand what the problem is.
He takes the woman and the frog to a back room in the shop, where he places the frog on a small table next to a bed and asks the woman to please lie down and remove her panties.

"What?" she shouts.

Turning to the frog, he says ... "Now watch carefully, because this is the last time I'm showing you this!"

Little Billy joke...

Little Billy came home from school to see the family's pet rooster dead in the front yard. Rigor mortis had set in and it was flat on its back with its legs in the air. When his father came home, Billy said: "Dad, our rooster's dead and his legs are sticking in the air. Why are his legs sticking in the air?"


His father thinking quickly said: "Son, that's so God can reach down from the clouds and lift the rooster straight up to heaven."


"Gee Dad, that's great," said little Billy. A few days later, when Dad came home from work, Billy rushed out to meet him yelling: "Dad, Dad we almost lost Mom today!"


"What do you mean?" asked the father.


"Well Dad, I got home from school early today and went up to your bedroom and there was Mom flat on her back with her legs in the air screaming: ‘Jesus, I'm coming, I'm coming!’ If it hadn't of been for Uncle George holding her down we'd have lost her for sure!"