First of all, I'm just making an innocent observation here, don't go hatting on the messenger just cause you don't like the message, so can you tell me WHY, WHY, WHY THE HELL the most corrupt states in the union are YANKEE STATES ???
I wonder what it would be like if the south had won their independents, the "war of secession" (was not a "civil war") was fought over states rights and tariffs, slavery was just a after though. I think it would have slowed down the rush to federalism, but not stopped it completely. Plus a divided America would have been more susceptible to foreign influence and control.
Anyhoo, you'll have to explain the difference between a rebel belle and a yankee belle to me one day, give me the inside scoop. When it comes to you Bella Belle's, we guys are clueless, outmatched, outclassed, and outgunned, truth be told we ain't got a snowball's chance in hell, and never did.
I'm actually descended from the satanists in the Royal French family.
Tell me more,
Tell me more,
Tell me more...
There is a side of my family that's nobile French as well. The first Falgout's that landed in Louisiana were straight from France, not the Canada Arcadian driftwood french. (Know that story ?) He was a doctor / surgeon that received a large track of land from the king to be bribed into going to the new world to care for the crowns "subjects".
How far back have you traced? I have some Aunts that went crazy on that shit, claims to have the goods all the way back pass Charlemagne or Charles the Great and beyond. That's some BIG cheese.... I'm French, German and Indian.
Wizards, Warlock, Witches and Warriors falling out of that family tree, shame it's a nut tree. Or maybe it's just skeletons in the closet.
It sounds like you have the smarts to be a therapist, my oldest sister, God rest her soul had a phd in psychology with a minor in education, she feed me a steady diet of self-help books and second hand college books with all her notes.
She had it pretty rough too, and went into psychology to help make sense of it all. It really didn't help her, she was to overwhelmed with guilt and anger and then when she started self medicating she got hostile and isolated. I miss her, super smart but wound tight, she was definitely over stimulated as a child and never learn how to breath.
Bless her soul.
I just can't imagine going thru life on autopilot, mindlessly playing out some script or game in a hollow, shallow existence, I want to think deeply, live richly and love completely, without hesitation, reservation or speculation.
We learn from each other the tool necessary to navigate the world around us, if we isolate or limit ourself to that kind of exposure, then we are ill equipped to becoming creative problem solvers and left with poor coping skills.
The world requires more than just a hammer, regardless of how big it is.
It's never nonsense my love, to try to be the best you can be, in body, mind and spirit.
They are the morons, content to live the life of soulless, mindless zombies.
The ocean is my mistress, she kissed me once, and wrapped me in her salty embrace, and stole my heart forever. I still hear the sirens sing my name. The things she has chosen to share with me, above and below her surf swirled waves, leaves me longing for her touch once again.
I'm blessed to be, still, a uncivilized child, wild at heart.❤️
Good money in that golden honey, plus a hive will boost garden production by 40%.
Grandpa was a charmer, never used a suit or nets, just a bit of smoke. Most of the time I'll use the head net, but no suit, unless it's cool / cold, then i don't worry about it.
Grandma was scared to death, she swore his bees would fly 20 miles to sting her. Claimed they were all his little harlots out for revenge.
On occasions here in bama I run hives, (not like when I was in Florida) I just have a few nukes left nothing big maybe a half dozen or so, one big one, or two small ones. I have been interested in the top bar hives lately. Think if i get started again, I'll probably run a half dozen of those. Not near as much work, not as much honey, but garden / wildflower honey isn't that good in comparison to tupelo. Manuka is some fabulous honey, but a bit rich for my price range. The orange blossom when I lived in Florida was always a treat. The clover is ok, but nothing to get excited about.
I'm not really a flower gardener so here in bama my honey has always been less than stella, especially since I've tasted the "good stuff".
Spiced honey is ok, but not the real deal, I've been spoiled, and spoiled bad...
Unfortunately (because I was excited if they were bees), they are only yellow jackets. They're very small. I had a nest last year and they were pretty big into comparison. But I asked the local beekeeper and she assures me they are yellow jackets. One of my customers is actually an insect sprayer for a company so he is coming over here shortly and he is going to spray them for me. I really don't want to kill them but with the children here I can't take any chances.
Yellow jackets, the happy but still crazy cousin to the sister sister Bees.
But still not near as psycho as the dreaded wasp, that bitch is just a mean spirited vicious stinger with wings, flying around looking to inflict pain on some poor unsuspecting soul.
Couple of years back in early fall I wanted to smoke a ham, so out to the smoker I went with the ambitious intentions of a good scrub down. Armed with brush and soap without a shirt I open the lid and quickly realized a thriving colony of the most devious ill-tempered nastiest little creatures on God's green earth. The Wasp...
The assassin's creed propagated by the murderous little monsters has taught them to attack the dark spots, being the most sensitive. (eyes, nose, lips, etc.) As fate would have it, my belly button was the first thing they zeroed in on.
I'm here to tell you child, even though your umbilical cord may have been cut at birth, there are still a lot of nerves connect to it on the inside, that go all over the body...
Never in my entire life of toil and suffering have I ever experience such a debilitating shock of instantaneous pain to the complete body system all at once. It woke up and reconnect any bridges that may have lied dormant for decades and decades. All were alive, well and ready for business, to scream objections in ways the body clearly understands.
Literally knocking me to my knees, pain personified in ways unimaginable to the mere mortals.
The lesson learned in this sad story of waspy woe, turn the gas up and flash fire the smoker before lifting that damn lid... A warm welcoming committee for any that may reside since the last smoke.
Best to get rid of the yellow jackets, they may have been whispering with the wasps.😊
I wouldn't have an answer for you lol but I'm not offended. I guess most of the corrupt states do seem to be in the north. Maybe that's just where the corrupt men of power congregated. The men fighting the Civil War were honorable but I'm sure the bankers on either side were not. I don't know that much about the Civil War but I do know slavery was not it's Main focus. As everything else it's about money & Industry.
There's not much to tell about the ancestry just that I come from Plantagenet family. I guess there's other royalty lines too, like lothair & William the conqueror. And of course Charlemagne. But of course one Royal Line begets another. I think a lot of us can trace back to him because there's just not many people who are alive back then & he has so many children. Cindy Crawford traces back to him too, I saw on the Ancestry show.
That's a shame about your sister. Autopilot is not fun. I stayed away from all medications. I figured no matter how bad it was that would make it worse. I wish I could have been like that about cigarettes. I sure love them. I'm trying to break up with them but it's the hardest because I feel like it'll be the final. I do need a break from them regardless and the internet for that matter 😄.
Since you've mentioned the cigarette ball and chain, and that evil scourge nicotine more than once, I'm beginning to think you are down right serious about kicking that old nasty ass habit.
It's a tough bitch to kick, but if I did it, you sure as hell can do it too.
What helped me the most was progressive relaxation tapes that I would run on a loop while I slept.
I engraved that psycho babble deep into my subconscious mind.
Count to ten, tagged with purification of light and warmth, then with detoxification
and desire for health, wealth and wisdom...( hells bells two out of three ain't bad, and someday I'm grateful to just hang on to one)...
Get to where you're jonesing the count to ten starts the defusing of the desire / need, then it's easy to postpone the flick of the bic for later, and later, and later yet still...next thing you know your a non smoker.
I just puff occasionally now, but haven't in the last 2 + months trying to get rid of a dry cough, of course I had to temporarily kick coffee to do it, I'm a caffeine fien as well, get the coffee brewing and the pipe billowing, stand aside a fast moving train coming thru.
I can cold turkey stop if ever I want or need to, but I can also puff occasionally and enjoy a bit of adult indulgence, but not have it be a monkey that has to be scratched on demand.
here is a link for something similar, I'll keep looking or listening to more to see if I can find exactly what did the trick for me in 92.
Damn. Two packs a day!? That's what my dad used to smoke. I can go over a pack but I definitely feel it the next day.
In high school my friend's mother could pick them up and put them down whenever she wanted. I wish I could be like that. My problem is that it is a reading companion, while I catch up on current events. I swear I think I'm going to start working 24 hours a day because I don't smoke much with the kids here lol.
I did quit for 3 years. It took months though. I started after a doctor's appointment in March 1 year. By October or September I was finally done for good. But then 3 years later my son quit college and came home smoking. He has since stopped but I started again and haven't put it down.
I don't really want to give it up, I love it. But I don't want to be a feeble old lady with a broken body from cigarettes. And I feel like if I don't stop that's going to be my future.
It was a blessing when all you had to worry about was the Cadmium and Lead levels in the tobacco, but now days with reconstituted tobacco and fire retardant chemical in the papers, the list of poisons now added are many many more.
Definitively makes you old before your time. Old leather skinned, toothless, no hair, brown stained fingers, ashtray smelling, scarecrow looking skeleton of a woman. ( I shudder to think ) No loving for the wicked or the ugly in this world, best you just climb your yellow and black butt back up on that band wagon, while there's still time for self preservation and hope for esoteric beauty.
So expensive too, packs are close to what, $10 a piece now, cartons run at about $90 ? I'm seriously thinking of growing some tobacco next year as a cash crop. (Or bootlegging them from across the border, someone else was saying they're $30 a carton south of the border, last time I bought a carton I think it was $12).
For many years I rolled my own cigars. I gotta liking them expensive Cuban Cigars ( so smooth, so sweet, so silky, few can even come close to comparisons )
from my time in Brazil, story of my life, whiskey wants on beer budgets.
The raw leafs are relatively inexpensive and I could buy them, just not the finish cigar, I just had to learn how to treat them, (they have to be fermented in order to break down the sugars and bring out the flavors) process them, roll them, and store them.
I still have the oak molds and half cuchillos and the humidor I made from my cigars rolling days. (A pipe is much easier, even with the constant cleaning) But I do Love a good cigar from time to time. If they weren't outlawed I probably never would have taken the time to learn how to do all that. When someone tells me I can't, well you gotta know, the forbidden cigar taste so much sweeter.
I caught me a double dose of that "oppositional defiant disorder" when I was just a little bitty baby, don't tell me you can't.
The cost of production per pack of cigarettes is at about 50¢ these days, that's a lot of money you're giving to the government in sin taxes, don't you think they get enough of your hard earned dollars? Money grubbing Bastards...
It's always good to be the Master of your life, and not the Slave to your addiction.
First of all, I'm just making an innocent observation here, don't go hatting on the messenger just cause you don't like the message, so can you tell me WHY, WHY, WHY THE HELL the most corrupt states in the union are YANKEE STATES ???
I wonder what it would be like if the south had won their independents, the "war of secession" (was not a "civil war") was fought over states rights and tariffs, slavery was just a after though. I think it would have slowed down the rush to federalism, but not stopped it completely. Plus a divided America would have been more susceptible to foreign influence and control.
Anyhoo, you'll have to explain the difference between a rebel belle and a yankee belle to me one day, give me the inside scoop. When it comes to you Bella Belle's, we guys are clueless, outmatched, outclassed, and outgunned, truth be told we ain't got a snowball's chance in hell, and never did.
Tell me more,
Tell me more,
Tell me more...
There is a side of my family that's nobile French as well. The first Falgout's that landed in Louisiana were straight from France, not the Canada Arcadian driftwood french. (Know that story ?) He was a doctor / surgeon that received a large track of land from the king to be bribed into going to the new world to care for the crowns "subjects".
How far back have you traced? I have some Aunts that went crazy on that shit, claims to have the goods all the way back pass Charlemagne or Charles the Great and beyond. That's some BIG cheese.... I'm French, German and Indian.
Wizards, Warlock, Witches and Warriors falling out of that family tree, shame it's a nut tree. Or maybe it's just skeletons in the closet.
It sounds like you have the smarts to be a therapist, my oldest sister, God rest her soul had a phd in psychology with a minor in education, she feed me a steady diet of self-help books and second hand college books with all her notes.
She had it pretty rough too, and went into psychology to help make sense of it all. It really didn't help her, she was to overwhelmed with guilt and anger and then when she started self medicating she got hostile and isolated. I miss her, super smart but wound tight, she was definitely over stimulated as a child and never learn how to breath.
Bless her soul.
I just can't imagine going thru life on autopilot, mindlessly playing out some script or game in a hollow, shallow existence, I want to think deeply, live richly and love completely, without hesitation, reservation or speculation.
We learn from each other the tool necessary to navigate the world around us, if we isolate or limit ourself to that kind of exposure, then we are ill equipped to becoming creative problem solvers and left with poor coping skills.
The world requires more than just a hammer, regardless of how big it is.
It's never nonsense my love, to try to be the best you can be, in body, mind and spirit.
They are the morons, content to live the life of soulless, mindless zombies.
The ocean is my mistress, she kissed me once, and wrapped me in her salty embrace, and stole my heart forever. I still hear the sirens sing my name. The things she has chosen to share with me, above and below her surf swirled waves, leaves me longing for her touch once again.
I'm blessed to be, still, a uncivilized child, wild at heart.❤️
Maybe it was just meant to bee....
I'm pretty sure I found a hive in my wall this morning 🐝 😄
You know, this just seals that deal of;
6 legs,
4 wings,
Big dark eyes,
and a,
Yellow and black butt..🐝
You very well may Bee a Charmer...
Good money in that golden honey, plus a hive will boost garden production by 40%.
Grandpa was a charmer, never used a suit or nets, just a bit of smoke. Most of the time I'll use the head net, but no suit, unless it's cool / cold, then i don't worry about it.
Grandma was scared to death, she swore his bees would fly 20 miles to sting her. Claimed they were all his little harlots out for revenge.
On occasions here in bama I run hives, (not like when I was in Florida) I just have a few nukes left nothing big maybe a half dozen or so, one big one, or two small ones. I have been interested in the top bar hives lately. Think if i get started again, I'll probably run a half dozen of those. Not near as much work, not as much honey, but garden / wildflower honey isn't that good in comparison to tupelo. Manuka is some fabulous honey, but a bit rich for my price range. The orange blossom when I lived in Florida was always a treat. The clover is ok, but nothing to get excited about.
I'm not really a flower gardener so here in bama my honey has always been less than stella, especially since I've tasted the "good stuff". Spiced honey is ok, but not the real deal, I've been spoiled, and spoiled bad...
My Bella Bee.
🐝🌹🌺🐝🌼🌷🐝🌻😍
Unfortunately (because I was excited if they were bees), they are only yellow jackets. They're very small. I had a nest last year and they were pretty big into comparison. But I asked the local beekeeper and she assures me they are yellow jackets. One of my customers is actually an insect sprayer for a company so he is coming over here shortly and he is going to spray them for me. I really don't want to kill them but with the children here I can't take any chances.
So sad, too bad, No honey for you...
Yellow jackets, the happy but still crazy cousin to the sister sister Bees.
But still not near as psycho as the dreaded wasp, that bitch is just a mean spirited vicious stinger with wings, flying around looking to inflict pain on some poor unsuspecting soul.
Couple of years back in early fall I wanted to smoke a ham, so out to the smoker I went with the ambitious intentions of a good scrub down. Armed with brush and soap without a shirt I open the lid and quickly realized a thriving colony of the most devious ill-tempered nastiest little creatures on God's green earth. The Wasp...
The assassin's creed propagated by the murderous little monsters has taught them to attack the dark spots, being the most sensitive. (eyes, nose, lips, etc.) As fate would have it, my belly button was the first thing they zeroed in on.
I'm here to tell you child, even though your umbilical cord may have been cut at birth, there are still a lot of nerves connect to it on the inside, that go all over the body...
Never in my entire life of toil and suffering have I ever experience such a debilitating shock of instantaneous pain to the complete body system all at once. It woke up and reconnect any bridges that may have lied dormant for decades and decades. All were alive, well and ready for business, to scream objections in ways the body clearly understands.
Literally knocking me to my knees, pain personified in ways unimaginable to the mere mortals.
The lesson learned in this sad story of waspy woe, turn the gas up and flash fire the smoker before lifting that damn lid... A warm welcoming committee for any that may reside since the last smoke.
Best to get rid of the yellow jackets, they may have been whispering with the wasps.😊
A cryptic call for all to,
hail hail,
The Queen Bee
Bella LilyBee
Save me some honey !!!
🐝🌹🌺🐝🌼🌷🐝🌻😍
I wouldn't have an answer for you lol but I'm not offended. I guess most of the corrupt states do seem to be in the north. Maybe that's just where the corrupt men of power congregated. The men fighting the Civil War were honorable but I'm sure the bankers on either side were not. I don't know that much about the Civil War but I do know slavery was not it's Main focus. As everything else it's about money & Industry.
There's not much to tell about the ancestry just that I come from Plantagenet family. I guess there's other royalty lines too, like lothair & William the conqueror. And of course Charlemagne. But of course one Royal Line begets another. I think a lot of us can trace back to him because there's just not many people who are alive back then & he has so many children. Cindy Crawford traces back to him too, I saw on the Ancestry show.
That's a shame about your sister. Autopilot is not fun. I stayed away from all medications. I figured no matter how bad it was that would make it worse. I wish I could have been like that about cigarettes. I sure love them. I'm trying to break up with them but it's the hardest because I feel like it'll be the final. I do need a break from them regardless and the internet for that matter 😄.
Hey my Bella Bee,
Since you've mentioned the cigarette ball and chain, and that evil scourge nicotine more than once, I'm beginning to think you are down right serious about kicking that old nasty ass habit.
It's a tough bitch to kick, but if I did it, you sure as hell can do it too.
What helped me the most was progressive relaxation tapes that I would run on a loop while I slept. I engraved that psycho babble deep into my subconscious mind.
Count to ten, tagged with purification of light and warmth, then with detoxification and desire for health, wealth and wisdom...( hells bells two out of three ain't bad, and someday I'm grateful to just hang on to one)...
Get to where you're jonesing the count to ten starts the defusing of the desire / need, then it's easy to postpone the flick of the bic for later, and later, and later yet still...next thing you know your a non smoker.
I just puff occasionally now, but haven't in the last 2 + months trying to get rid of a dry cough, of course I had to temporarily kick coffee to do it, I'm a caffeine fien as well, get the coffee brewing and the pipe billowing, stand aside a fast moving train coming thru.
I can cold turkey stop if ever I want or need to, but I can also puff occasionally and enjoy a bit of adult indulgence, but not have it be a monkey that has to be scratched on demand.
here is a link for something similar, I'll keep looking or listening to more to see if I can find exactly what did the trick for me in 92.
https://students.dartmouth.edu/wellness-center/wellness-mindfulness/mindfulness-meditation/guided-audio-recordings
Now mind you before 92 I was a, 2 pack a day, no filter camel smoking, cigar chomping, tobacco chewing, skol dipping fool.
That monkey on my back was like king kong's grand daddy.
Is this what you really want to do ?
Damn. Two packs a day!? That's what my dad used to smoke. I can go over a pack but I definitely feel it the next day.
In high school my friend's mother could pick them up and put them down whenever she wanted. I wish I could be like that. My problem is that it is a reading companion, while I catch up on current events. I swear I think I'm going to start working 24 hours a day because I don't smoke much with the kids here lol.
I did quit for 3 years. It took months though. I started after a doctor's appointment in March 1 year. By October or September I was finally done for good. But then 3 years later my son quit college and came home smoking. He has since stopped but I started again and haven't put it down.
I don't really want to give it up, I love it. But I don't want to be a feeble old lady with a broken body from cigarettes. And I feel like if I don't stop that's going to be my future.
It was a blessing when all you had to worry about was the Cadmium and Lead levels in the tobacco, but now days with reconstituted tobacco and fire retardant chemical in the papers, the list of poisons now added are many many more.
Definitively makes you old before your time. Old leather skinned, toothless, no hair, brown stained fingers, ashtray smelling, scarecrow looking skeleton of a woman. ( I shudder to think ) No loving for the wicked or the ugly in this world, best you just climb your yellow and black butt back up on that band wagon, while there's still time for self preservation and hope for esoteric beauty.
So expensive too, packs are close to what, $10 a piece now, cartons run at about $90 ? I'm seriously thinking of growing some tobacco next year as a cash crop. (Or bootlegging them from across the border, someone else was saying they're $30 a carton south of the border, last time I bought a carton I think it was $12).
For many years I rolled my own cigars. I gotta liking them expensive Cuban Cigars ( so smooth, so sweet, so silky, few can even come close to comparisons ) from my time in Brazil, story of my life, whiskey wants on beer budgets.
The raw leafs are relatively inexpensive and I could buy them, just not the finish cigar, I just had to learn how to treat them, (they have to be fermented in order to break down the sugars and bring out the flavors) process them, roll them, and store them. I still have the oak molds and half cuchillos and the humidor I made from my cigars rolling days. (A pipe is much easier, even with the constant cleaning) But I do Love a good cigar from time to time. If they weren't outlawed I probably never would have taken the time to learn how to do all that. When someone tells me I can't, well you gotta know, the forbidden cigar taste so much sweeter.
I caught me a double dose of that "oppositional defiant disorder" when I was just a little bitty baby, don't tell me you can't.
The cost of production per pack of cigarettes is at about 50¢ these days, that's a lot of money you're giving to the government in sin taxes, don't you think they get enough of your hard earned dollars? Money grubbing Bastards...
It's always good to be the Master of your life, and not the Slave to your addiction.
Let me know how I can help.