Not so much dirty, but a wee bit nerdy

Mike the dude

So the other day with my leg in some serious throbbing pain, it became apparent that it was time for a little investigating. I pulled off my pants to look for signs of bruising on my backside where the pain was radiating from.

Standing in front of the full length mirror, I couldn't get a real good look at my situation... so I called my husband in for some help.
Entering the bedroom I bent over at the waist and asked Mike if he could see any bruising or suspicious areas.

"All I see is an invitation" was his fast-track reply without missing a beat.

Ah, the good God almighty must have one heck of a sense of humor.

Creating such different mentalities and then encouraging cohabitation of same!

Elinor-Elly-Ella Our Bella the Beautiful

"c'mon, no new blog in nearly 2 weeks???? what up seester??? me want new blog, just a jonesin for some of that fine bloggin material, blog me, blog me blog me. please............................."

Okay, this - the latest email from my darling baby sister - is a message I dasn't ignore. Long my biggest fan, Bella has always had a special place in my heart. My first maternal swing, both loving and loathing her - sometimes in the same moment - but never able to imagine a world without her in it.

We call her "Bella" now...so many names later. Her names evolving, even now as I write. Bella is good. Bella means beautiful and that describes her perfectly.

Yes, back in the day when my beloved twin Clara, or Cawa if you will, was out tossing balls with the boys Bella was patiently awaiting my every word. Like a bird in the nest restless for the worm, her apt attention would have made another squirm.

We had bats in the basement back then, I know I know most bats are in the attic. But not the bats on Darboy Road. Not the bats in Mongin Manor. Who knows why they chose the basement, all I can assure you is that I refused to be in the basement alone. Since the shower was located...yup, you guessed it - go directly to Park Ave & collect $200 - the shower was in the basement. The bats were in the basement. The only way this girl was going to shower was to have a bat lookout. Oh Ella, oh Ella on guard with no umbrella, not to worry, Bella's guard was for a shower that never got her wet, but kept this here writer free to focus on shampoo and not the possibility of uninvited mammals.

All those years of bat watching for me and bless her heart Bella never said no. Even handed me my towel a time or two. Service like that can leave a footprint on you.

A footprint she has left too. Some folks pass through your life with nary another thought, others leave footprints on your soul and they forever become a part of who you are.

Know what I love about my Bella? She is the part of me that I love most.

bella & rosey

Hope that sums up a nice little blog fix for ya now Bella. You all come back now ya hear? Just w8 until the dog days of summer are a memory. Cause the memories we are making are too quickly in the past and those sweetest of memories, well we just can't make them last.....