Up In Smoke
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Pubblicato:22 Febbraio 2009 9:16 am
Ultimo aggiornamento:8 Marzo 2009 12:32 pm 23522 visite
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Literally yesterday everything I owned, my puppies lives and my ownn life were up in smoke. Yesterday was suppose to be a busy day for me as I had a dinner party scheduled in the evening for friends. Neither busy cooking, nor a party in the evening ever occured because I caught my kitchen on fire.
Yes, I am absent minded at times, but yesterday took the cake and it scares me to death. I was going to make chicken parmigiana and when you make chicken parmigiana you need bread crumbs. The crumbs in the store suck so I was making my own. Friday I roasted the bread and put them in a little plastic container to grind up day of party. I stored the little container in my oven. So I turn on the oven yesterday forgetting about my bread and then I smell something funny....yes it was smelly alright. I opened my oven and it was on fire, completely!
Now, what does one do in a crisis situation? The first thing I did was put my dogs outside and fast! Then I tried to remove the plastic container from my oven which had already melted in, so it was impossible. Black smoke billowing out of my oven and the fire coming outside now. I called 911. My entire place was filling with black smoke and I couldn't see from one end of my living room to another. It seemed like forever for them to arrive but they got here finally. The put out my fire and told me to go buy my breadcrumbs.
My oven is toast, my ceiling is black, and it smells like charcoal in my home, but all in all that was all the damage done. I feel lucky because if I had left the kitchen or got busy doing something in another room, my puppies and myself could have been hurt. I am still shakey and I spent the night at a friends because of the smell in here. Today I am on my 3rd spraydown of a fabric and air cleaner and it seems to be getting better. My puppies are still a little jumpy so I am giving them lots of love and lots of treats. I am thankful to a higher being I am not homeless today.
So does anyone want a short, little Italian girl with 2 puppies who smells charbroiled?
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Call Me Baby
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Pubblicato:20 Febbraio 2009 3:37 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:8 Giugno 2012 9:52 am 21437 visite
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Last night wasn't the first night it has happened to me. Lately it seems to happen every night between 1am and 2am. Okay, so this is what is going on. I recorded an outgoing message on my cell phone answering machine quite a while back. It isn't your average message, it has that wacka wacka cha cha sound to it, it is sort of a sexy one....breathy, flirty...ok the word is sexy. Most times I get wrong numbers from men that seem to always call back leaving me their numbers and asking me to call them for a good time. The odd time I even have women leaving messages that I am a bitch and a slut and to get rid of my recording.
Last night and every night this week my cell phone rings until answering machine picks up and I get the same guy leaving me his number to call him back. With all this motivation I still haven't changed my outgoing message.
So here it goes...I am testing my current outgoing message on you. Now for me to ask you to log off and come back is stupid, so lets pretend you just came to visit me.
Ring Ring
Hi, this is bella. I don't know where I am right now but I know I am not by my blog. Maybe I am in the shower, maybe I am sleeping or maybe I am just getting laid. If you leave me a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Ciao baby.....
Beep!
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Show My Honey Pot Day
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Pubblicato:19 Febbraio 2009 2:51 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:8 Giugno 2012 9:53 am 22834 visite
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According to my friend sexymermaid6956 it is a good day to show ones honey pot.
Well I have one of those also. She is pretty, she is polite and well behaved most days.
Do you want to see her? Here she is on vacation getting a little air and enjoying the atmosphere. She was happy this day. Do you see the smile on her face?
You know, my honey pot has a nickname based on my name. It's a cute name too! But you can call her what you want until we get to know eachother.
Say goodbye to bella and ****.
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That's Right, I Have PMS
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Pubblicato:18 Febbraio 2009 4:06 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:20 Febbraio 2009 7:53 am 20405 visite
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My regularily scheduled blog is postponed for a very important announcement. I am achey, I am bitchy and I have been crying a better part of the day. No, I am not blaming you. I am placing blame on that mystical creature that visits me every month that I like to lovingly call "The devil."
I am going to break the myth today for all those that don't understand this process, this curse us women have to live with
every few weeks. Picture it....you wake up in the morning and you feel like shit...more specifically, your breasts hurt, your thighs hurt, your back hurts and you have a raging headache. You get out of bed and realize the coffee maker didn't go on at the scheduled time and you start crying your eyes out. You wonder what is wrong with you but have no idea until you are driving to work and hear a sad song and start crying again. Then it hits you...Pms. You start getting munchy, then hungry, then all you want is chocolate and ice cream. The sound of other people talking wants to make you scream "Shut the hell up, I have PMS!!" The touch of a man against your breasts make you want to slap him across the face, spit and scream until you remember...I have PMS.
We all know that once our period starts our symptoms subside so we continually go to the bathroom, wipe and check the toilet paper in order to get close to being put out of our misery....and what happens? Nothing...we wait and we wait, we bloat, we gain a few pounds, we cry, we eat and we wait some more.
Need I say more? Today I have PMS, I am 3 pounds heavier, I feel like a beached whale, I have a box of chocolate and kleenex close by. It's going to be a bumpy night....I just have to remember not to make any meatballs for the next few days. Italian folklore tells me that if I try to make meatballs while on my period they wont stick together. So don't email me with meatball orders.
Over the years the men in my life have had quite a time regarding my bad time of the month. I remember throwing a very hard cheese at one boyfriends head followed by an ashtray. I am sure there are many funny stories running around. But as for me, tonight I am going to keep my cool and rest. If I visit your blog and sound bitchy, just go along with it...you know my situation.
Arrivederci Roma....better yet...arrivederci bella
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Me? Bitch?
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Pubblicato:17 Febbraio 2009 2:12 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:8 Maggio 2012 2:09 pm 23140 visite
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Today was the day I realized that all that glitters is not gold. My estranged friend insisted we do lunch so she could make up for what she had done and said in regards to her friend beating me. I didn't want to go but thought everyone deserves at least a chance.
We went to a restaurant in the downtown and we ordered, she made a point of telling me that lunch was on her and she even ordered me dessert which I never eat. As she began talking reminisced on all the good times we had and made sure to recall all the times I screwed up in our friendship and the fact she had forgiven me. She looked sincere, she sounded sincere...I was almost sucked in. That was until she told me it was not even worth to continue on with the charges against him after all, who was going to believe me? That I had no chance and I would lose and be embarassed in front of all my friends and family and shame would come to me.
I can't believe how wrong I can be about people. It happens to me all the time. I misjudge. I am a horrible judge of character and it is proven time after time. I just wish in this instance it didn't take almost a lifetime and many secrets of mine in her ear, dinners, vacations....
I feel betrayed, lied to, I feel beat down in a sense and I don't believe I will ever, ever forget this experience. Needless to say I told her I would not drop charges and for her never to contact me again in any way shape or form. I also threatened that if any of my personal business that I confided in her under the false pretense of being a friend got out that I would make her pay dearly...and I will.
I walked out on her with her following behind, badgering me and calling me very ugly names I am too much of a lady to repeat. But my revenge came quickly as this native man approached the commotion between us he was witnessing down the street. He was obviously drunk and possibly homeless. He walked right up to her and got in her face and said "You fuckin bitch, You fuckin ugly bitch!" Then he looked at me and kept saying "hello, you are pretty, hello." I had to laugh, she looked scared and horrified and I didn't even have to pull her hair.
Another relationship over, another friendship that wasn't what I believed. When am I going to get a grip and learn how to judge what is obvious in front of me? When will those closest to me stop hurting me?
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My Personal Ad
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Pubblicato:16 Febbraio 2009 12:35 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:3 Marzo 2009 8:10 am 20713 visite
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Such a quandry I am in today...a long weekend here where I am with nothing doing but laundry and housecleaning. Well, let me tell you I have been a good girl and my whites are white, my colors are bright and the dust bunnies from my floors are gone.
I have been told for many years to find a man and marry. To be honest it has never been high on my priority list although I was engaged once. I am content with a wonderful, fulfilling relationship without the certificate. Now I wont go to the lengths my one particular friend does, being dating a convict from Stony Mountain Pennitentary and waiting for those conjugal visits. I am more of a simple and reasonable girl. My wish list is simple.
So here is my pitch to find a husband even though they tell me I should have a husband even though I dont want a husband. So if I wanted one:
Single italian girl (young) looking for husband for good times. Required attributes:
Brave
Intelligent
Gentile
Polite
Energetic
Nutty
Industrious
Sensitive
If you do not have all these qualities I am happy with just the capitol letters.
*now I hate white, but found my best virginal dress pic I could*
Virgin not included. Apply within.
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A Valentines Beating
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Pubblicato:15 Febbraio 2009 3:20 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:28 Febbraio 2009 4:43 am 20700 visite
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Another Valentines Day has come and gone without someone to love. But it seems as though this year I received something better. Do you see that little photo of me to the left in dominatrix gear? Yes, that one. Well that photo is as fresh as it gets taken hours ago early this afternoon. And in addition to that, apparently it takes the place of chocolate and flowers. Did you know of this new trend?
So my date last night took me to dinner and a movie which was great. I had chinese food which I love and then we went to see the movie 'Taken.' Upon arriving home I knew it was to be a sexless Valentines night as we had decided to keep friendship as friendship, but I did have a pretty red wrapped box to open. And what did I find? You got it! An outfit appropriate for a beating.
I was not shy, I tried it on and of course I made all the jokes associated with it. "I'm going to beat your ass!" "Bend over so mama can teach you a lesson." You could say I went on and on and was obnoxious about it...I think it was nerves. Needless to say today he took my picture in it and I think it turned out cool! I don't know where to wear it but maybe it means I may have to attend a Black and Blue ball that they have here a few times a year.
A belated Valentines day to all my friends as I didn't get a chance to spend any time online yesterday.
A funny thing this afternoon. I got an email from CityHookups.com that someone I have never had any correspondance with has gifted me a gold one month membership. I am not sure whether I am going to use it because I feel it obligates me into some sort of a relationship with someone I don't even know is a fit for me. What do you think? Am I making too much out of it? Has anyone else recieved a gift like this?
Ok, going to read some of my favorite bloggies and then I am going to take off my outfit....its getting cold!............ciao!
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Confessions Of A Groupie
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Pubblicato:13 Febbraio 2009 2:36 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:2 Ottobre 2011 3:57 pm 21725 visite
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Thats right, I used to be a groupie of sorts. Yesterday I responded to a question and went on and on about the book I was reading and my band of obesession. It got me thinking about my past.
In my teens and early 20's I used to be a rocker girl. When I was very young my parents enrolled me in guitar lessons, classical to be exact, and as I got older I gravitated towards rock n' roll. To suppliment the entire fantasy, my best friend Jewel and I used to go to all the shows back in the 80's and hang out in the hotels we thought they the bands were staying. Needless to say we got lucky many times, hitting the right hotel and getting autographs and that was enough for us.
In my late teens I heard a band on the radio, Guns N' Roses and thought my life had changed. It was everything and a bag of chips. I went to purchase the cassette (yes, cassette) and wore out many copies in my walkman and ghettoblaster....those where the days! At that time i was in University, dancing for extra cash and had freedoms I never had before. My obsession and my friend in tow helped me follow around the band whenever I could. Toronto, Vancouver, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Tampa, Kansas City....whenever we could get a ticket and we had the cash for a flight we were there! It was exciting and thought of sleeping with the band was never my intention. The goal was to see them and hear them and that was enough for me. Jewel was different than me, she wanted to do the entire band and many a nights I remember her sleeping with men you were sure were going to make you itchy the next day just to get backstage. Lucky enough we met the band a few times and even had a drink or 2 with them. Mind you, they were so loaded I don't think they noticed we were there.
Twenty two years later it is the same for me. I love this band and even though I don't follow them around anymore to see a show as I think I may be too old for that, and life doesn't allow for it anymore, I still saw them 3 years ago or at least a skeleton version of the original band, I am reading Slash's autobiography, and if you check out my ipod or stereo there is Guns on the menu. And in the morning I'll be wrapped up in my Guns blanket drinking coffee out of my Guns mug...ohh yes, I have it bad.
Have you ever listened to something and it made you feel differently from the inside out? That is what Guns does for me, that is what the sound of a guitar does for me.
I really dug into the archives to find a pic of me in my 20's with my Guns t-shirt. It looked good as a headscarf also.
Thats what turns me on then and now. I sometimes wonder what bands make in impression so deep on others that after many years they still listen to them.
We are all the same...we all need an escape of music, the difference lies in who we listen to.
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Open Mic
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Pubblicato:11 Febbraio 2009 7:47 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:22 Febbraio 2009 5:04 am 21148 visite
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Tonight I am not feeling great, a little shakey actually from my espresso coffee pot mishap. An explosion occured and I am ok and thankfully my little puppies were outside doing pee pee but tonight is not a great night for me to blog or to read or to respond to mail that I never seem to get to read.
Instead tonight this is an open blog. Comment on anything. If you have a question ask away. I am an open heart and a free spirit. Honestly, I'd love the interaction and it gives me a chance to get to know everyone a little better.
Please be kind to me and I promise to respond to everyone.
I hope everyone has a great night. Now I have to go clean up the mess in my kitchen.
bella
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La Cha Cha Cha
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Pubblicato:10 Febbraio 2009 7:46 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:13 Febbraio 2009 6:15 am 19953 visite
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Well I finally did it. After much deliberation and anticipation I finally signed up for cha cha cha lessons. That is correct. I am going in a new direction this year. I have decided to give up my pole permanently and become a ballroom dancer.
I have always liked dancing. In my bar days with the girls they used to call me the Dancing Queen. I can remember going to a club, grabbing a drink here and there and dancing until the bar closed. In my days we used to have a great nightclub here called "The Bank" named because it used to be a bank. Multi level, lots of room and great music. That is where I learned to dance on my high heels for longer periods of time. I miss those days, getting up the next morning and not being able to move a muscle because I was completely spent from the night before. Those are what I consider the good old days where those nights I didn't have a care in the world.
From dancing in a nightclub with my friends I went to exotic dancing on a pole for money. Not quite the same, not as much fun but the money was good and so was the attention at a time when I craved any kind of attention including the out of the box kind. I made a great living at it, was very popular, and I mastered the pole after performing on it night after night for many years. These days remembering the day after pole dancing brings back memories of bruising, soreness and numbness.
And so in 2009 I am moving into ballroom dancing. I have a partner who was willing....well not really, he is doing it for me, it was either that or I would have had to continue emailing him, text messaging him and calling him no less than 30 times a day until he agreed. Poor Nick.
I always watch Dancing With The Stars and my determination and hot dresses are going to get me a spot on that show in 2010...ha! The little sheet they gave me after sign up tells me to dress comfortably for practise....oh yes, I can imagine everyone is sweats and flats but not me! Before classes start I am going to get myself a hot little dress and some hot dancing shoes that wont fly off my feet if I get swung around!
Cha cha cha, rumba, salsa, mambo, merengue....sexy dances, sexy dresses, sexy shoes, sexy men who love to dance...and crotchless panties...I think I am feeling better.
I am available to provide lessons in the near future. The terms of the agreement are open for negotiation.
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My Night Of Sin
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Pubblicato:9 Febbraio 2009 4:38 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:23 Febbraio 2009 4:28 am 22026 visite
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I have decided that I need to loosen up and have some fun, treat myself in a sense. Did I decide to go for a massage? No. Did I decide to buy myself those pair of shoes I have been eyeing the last month? No. I did better than that!
On average I eat fairly healthy for many reasons. There are many medical conditions that run in my family, stroke, heart disease, diabetes, high blood pressure, cholestrol and on and on. Apart from that, I put on weight fairly easy hence going to the gym more often than not and trying to avoid simple carbohydrates whenever possible. But tonight driving home I had a craving for something I haven't had since January 25 2008.
I have been a bad girl. I went through Mcdonalds drive through! Oh yes!! I ordered a quarter pounder w/ cheese and large fries. Then when I got to the window to pay I added on some chicken mcnuggets and honey mustard sauce.
I just finished demolishing the burger and fries and I feel on top of the world! It's amazing how simple things can make me happy. I really am a simple girl and if you buy me a burger I can be yours!
No room for guilt tonight because I fully intend on finishing the chicken mcnuggets. Tomorrow I will wear something loose, I will not look in the mirror trying to find the hamburger bun and I will not pray that I don't get a zit from the grease.
Ice cream, burgers, hotdogs and pizza oh my!!
Cream puffs, long johns, cheesecake and pie oh my!!
Chocolate, licorice, gummy bears and ju jubes oh no!!
Now I need some chocolate!
Am I the only one with these cravings?
If anyone needs me tonight I'll be on the couch with a remote in one hand and bag of doritos in the other.
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Changes
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Pubblicato:8 Febbraio 2009 4:56 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:13 Febbraio 2009 6:16 am 19343 visite
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I have heard it said once that our lives take on dramatic changes every 7 years. That every 7 years our luck, our lives and sometimes even our loves will change as summer turns into autumn and winter into spring. But at least for me, it seems as though these transitions are happening much more often than I would like. But I know if I do not accept change it can be said it is diversity that I lack. Lately it is the transitions in my life that have been helping me keep on track. But what happens if these changes are not for the better?
In 2007 I went through a major change in my life. It helped me learn that all the issues that I had conceived as problems within my life meant nothing in the bigger scheme of things. This change taught me that my little world pailed in comparison to the problems and changes that others were living with and forced to live with for the rest of their days. It helped me learn that change is not an option but a necessity for me, and even though it has caused pain, it liberated my soul.
I am frightened that once again all I know and all I am familiar with will soon come to an end in many ways. I know with all that has happened in the last week, it was meant to teach me....something that right now I do not understand. I have learned that friendship is a very fragile thing when dropped from the palm of your hand. I have learned that the saying "forgive and forget" is much more simple when you read it and you have nothing at stake. And I have also learned that the hand of man can damage me more than what is visible to the naked eye.
Now it is time for me to hold my breath, step outside myself and let the changes begin. I hope with each new step I will feel a new strength that I have never felt before. I have to believe that by stepping outside my comfort zone I will close and lock that door.
.....but until then I am scared.
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Whether To Forgive
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Pubblicato:6 Febbraio 2009 7:50 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:21 Febbraio 2009 9:02 am 21214 visite
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I can honestly say I have many, many faults and not the least of them not being there when a friend was need. But at the same time I was never unavailable or simply put insensitive to the point of damaging a relationship when one of my friends was need.
It has been a week since I was beat up and just about that since my friend and I parted ways. Today I received a letter from her dropped into my mailbox appologizing for her actions and words against my very being. I cried when I read it because I knew I would have a hard time just pushing it under the rug.
Tonight I am home and she called me. I was rude in the sense that I didn't say a word and just let her speak. She wants me to forgive and forget and to go on as though nothing has happened.
I know it is easy to start a friendship but the maintainance is like any other relationship, it takes work and nurturing if it is worth anything. I am not perfect and I know more important friendships other than mine have dissolved over more serious events and been forgiven at the same time. I always try to remember 2 quotes I once read by Ghandi:
The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.
Forgiveness is choosing to love. It is the first skill of self-giving love.
Who am I to do otherwise if I want to improve myself.
The past years I have been trying to conform, or to put it more clearly, to understand my past mistakes and learn from them in an effort to improve and be a better person. In doing this I understand that in order to keep a friendship I need to practice 4 qualities, those being loyalty, honesty, dedication and forgiveness. But how can I forgive when my friend betrayed these 4 qualities I try to live by? How can I ever trust, believe or confide in her again.
I am trying to be a better person and to do this I would have to go against every instinct I have. I don't know if I can do this and yet I love her as a sister. Tonight I am no longer a whore to her, I am valued....
until when?
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