Some of Us Are Looking at the Stars

So, I lied just a bit, I guess I do have a bit more to say today.

I’m sitting in my bed, watching the 1991 movie, “The Butcher’s Wife”, starring Jeff Daniels and a very blonde Demi Moore. The blonde really works for her, by the way.

Anyway, the movie starts with Demi Moore living on an island off the coast of the Carolinas, so somewhere off the southern part of the east coast.

Blah, blah, blah, none of that is important. The movie isn’t the point in the post, the point is that I decided to tell you all about a vision I have for myself.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I am rather afraid of the ocean. I don’t like the idea of not really know what’s ACTUALLY down there. I mean, not all of it has been completely discovered. I guess it’s mostly the whole “unknown” thing that scares me.

Regardless of that, I have always gotten this specific scene stuck in my head: A house on the beach, or on some kind of island, like where the witches live in the movie “Practical Magic” (Sandra Bullock, Nicole Kidman, and even Stockard Channing…). Somewhere that has an actual farmer’s market with locally grown produce, not stuff flown in from Mexico.

If I’m so afraid of the ocean, why in the world do I keep thinking I’m supposed to live right by the sea?

Maybe I’m supposed to write that into a book. Honestly, that might be exactly why it’s caught up in my brain.

Talking about moving to Tennessee with Jarrett after the whole Marine Corps thing sounds equally as wonderful, since Chattanooga has the farmer’s market on Sundays, places to hike and camp, bars/pubs (since we both quite enjoy the fire water), and BEAUTIFUL houses (not going to lie, I totally looked into the housing market there. Jarrett knows this, of course.) that really aren’t that expensive. Mind you, I haven’t been there yet, but he’s spent plenty of vacation time there since he was about fourteen. He’s swears up and down that I’ll love it, that I’ll never want to leave. We’re going there for a week in August and I’m stupidly excited.

I’m hoping that since the two major military bases in the country are in California and North Carolina, I’ll end up somewhere close to a beach and I can find out if all these ideas have any kind of merit. I’ve only ever been to the beach once (unless you count just stopping by on the way to Disney World when I was about six…) when I was sixteen. It was Orange Beach on the Florida/Alabama state line and it just seemed to be… Gray. Everything was gray and since I don’t eat seafood, I pretty much lived off of snack foods and grilled chicken salad, no matter what restaurant we went to. I’d like to have a better experience with a beach, like… My family’s timeshare includes Hawaii and Aruba, as well as many other very nice beaches. I’d very much so like to visit one of those, mostly Hawaii.

We’ll see what I can plan, when we’re not broke. I don’t intend on spending every single leave he ever gets in Arkansas, after all. I am DETERMINED to take real vacations, for us to spend time together, just the two of us, you know? I’m super family-oriented, but I’m also rather Jarrett-oriented, haha.

I figured that I’ve spouted off enough nonsense on this one. I hope this one was a bit more entertaining.

Here’s a quote from “The Butcher’s Wife” that I quite enjoyed.

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”



Fly, Bella : Updated

If you’re an actual follower, which I can’t really expect many to be, really, I’m sure that you noticed that I   changed a few things around Fly, Bella. Mainly the theme, of course. I wanted things to be a bit more… Colorful around here. Being a bit hippie-ish and the daughter of an elementary art teacher, I was always surrounded by color, at least in my own mind and personal wardrobe.

Besides the theme, I added links to where you can find me at other points of social media: Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest. Maybe you’ll  find some of those super interesting. Who knows? You’ll find those to the left of the page, under the “Find Me” portion, directly under my email address. Right underneath “Find Me”, you’ll see my four most recent Instagram photos, that way you can see into a bit of my personal world. If you skip down a bit more, you’ll see a spiffy little box that’s currently counting down to Jarrett and mine’s six month “anniversary”. To be honest, I couldn’t think of anything else to count down to at the moment. Our trip to Tennessee is after our “anniversary” (and I’m not 100% on the dates for that trip…), so I figured that would fit just fine.

I guess those are the only real changes around here. Now, I edited my “About Me” page a week or so ago, then changed some junk on the “Find Me” page yesterday, but mostly, just took stuff off.

There really isn’t much else to discuss at the present time. I mean, Jurassic World was really good last night. Jarrett loved it and the surprise at the end was pretty cool, so nothing negative to say there at all, but… That’s about it.

I hope you all have a great rest of your afternoon! Thanks so much for reading all of my pointless junk!


Happy Birthday, Kole!

Today is literally day nine of being stupidly sick. Luckily, the migraine is nearly gone, but the stomach pain? No. Getting sick? No. And now, I feel like someone beat me with a baseball bat. I am SO sore. I feel like I’ve had the flu for a month. Worst part? Doctors seem to be nonexistent right now and I hate to be dramatic enough to go to the ER. It’s damn near to that point though, I’m so tired of being… Tired.

Most importantly though, today is my handsome nephew’s third birthday 😀 I simply cannot believe that it  has already been three years since I held him for the first time. He used to be so little and adorable, now he’s HUGE and so funny and he likes fried pickles as much as I do.


This picture is from just about a week ago, when he won a sheep-riding contest at a rodeo. Mind you remember that my sister and brother-in-law live in Texas and think that’s the coolest thing. Me? Not so much, really.

Also, tonight is the premier of Jurassic World (the movie, obviously) and we’re going to the 8:15 PM show  at the local theater. Jarrett is ridiculously excited for it. He was one of those guys that grew up with Jurassic Park t-shirts, plastic dinosaurs all over the place, and a love for ancient stuff. I’m happy to go watch it with him just because he’s looking forward to it so much.

Speaking of movies and such, I’d just like to say that Netflix is annoying the heck out of me as of late. I can’t seem to ever find a single stinkin’ thing to watch, nothing is very entertaining, and I get tired of it acting like I like insipid movies about sorority girls because I watched Legally Blonde one time. Currently, I’m watching James and the Giant Peach. Of course, this isn’t one of the annoying things on Netflix. I grew up watching this movie and it’s one of my favorites, for sure. Can you imagine how GREAT that peach smelled, being that big? I think I’d pass out from pure pleasure. Every single time we walk by the boxes of peaches in the grocery store, Jarrett and I pause to just inhale for a minute or two. I love that smell so much. There might not be anything better at all.

I guess I’ll go ahead and end this here. It’s pretty much all drivel anyway. Nothing of real importance. I’ll try to find something awesome to write about next time, but for now, I bid you adieu!


Catch Up Time!

Holy cow, I do apologize.

So. Much. Stuff. Has. Been. Happening.

I’m not even going to try to tell you every little thing that’s happened. It would take the next two days. I don’t have the time for that, to be honest.

One thing that was important is going to Texas for three days in March. I finally got to visit my adorable niece and Jarrett got to meet my sister, brother-in-law, and my niece and nephew. It was a nice visit, but I LOATHE Texas…

I have been sick, like bed-ridden sick, for the past three days. Today is the fourth and I am exhausted. Over the past nine months or so I have been trying to get my anxiety and bipolar disorder under control and, of course, that means taking a hundred different kinds of pills, searching for one that will actually work.

As you might know, pills for those sort of things generally come with migraines as a side-effect. I was diagnosed with chronic migraines when I was five years old. Over the past six months, my migraines have grown incredibly worse. They’ve gone from one or two a month with added nausea, to one or two a week with temporary blindness, numbness in my hands and feet, and dizziness that makes it really difficult to walk.

Obviously, needless to say, that’s what I’ve been dealing with this week. Since I sit at a desk, take phone calls, and work on a computer, these migraines make it very hard to actually function at work. Luckily, I have this crazy leave in the system that lets me miss for my headaches without getting in trouble, but they’re still getting to the point of being ridiculous.

Having talked to a specialist, who explained that the medications that I’ve tried are more than likely what’s made the migraines worse, I’ve decided to look into alternate forms of “medication”, the most prevalent one being the use of an emotional support dog, a service dog trained to deal with an owner who has mental “disabilities” like PTSD, or, like me, an anxiety disorder.

Since Jarrett and I are buying a German Shepherd (at some point! My frickin time frame keeps getting pushed back.), which are commonly used as service dogs, we decided to train the one we get to be my emotional support dog. Jarrett always knew that our dog will be his buddy, but he’ll be my baby. All of my pets end up stuck to me like glue. I basically get addicted to them and them to me.

The breeder we’ve chosen, whom I’ve become pretty good friends with over the past couple of months, knows all about my health issues and it helping us choose the perfect pup to fit our needs. Not only will he be a service dog, but he’ll also have to hike and camp with us. We are very outdoorsy folks, after all. We’ve visited and played with puppies twice, once in April and once in May. I absolutely ADORE them.

Well, anyway, that’s what I’m going through personally at the moment. Now, Jarrett… He’s doing some other crazy stuff.

He has decided to join the Marine Corps.

This is not a rash, spur of the moment decision that he made. Jarrett was in ROTC in high school, ended up being the Battalion Commander by the end of it all, and he was also on the school’s shooting team. He can blindfold himself, take apart his AK-47, then put it back together in just a couple of minutes. The only reason he didn’t join right after he graduated was because he wants a family. He was so worried that he’d join, become a lifer, and never get a chance to have the family that he craves.

Of course, it’s incredibly frightening. I mean, the military is scary and Marines are pretty hardcore, so just about anything could happen. I’m looking on the bright side of everything, simply trying to think about the fact that it’s a fantastic way to get to travel.

Since it’ll be next spring before he signs papers, we’ll be together for over a year then. I hope that after the weeks and weeks and weeks of work he has to do before he finds out where he stationed that he gets stationed in California, at Fort Pendleton. I mean, Alaska, Hawaii, or Japan would be cool options too, they are less likely. Most of the Marines I know are stationed in California. (Although, a friend of mine’s little brother did just get sent to Japan for two years.) Neither of us are very big “beach bums” since we both have a pretty dumb fear of the ocean (don’t ask…), so Alaska would pretty awesome. Jarrett wants to hunt big animals like… Elk, or something and I like how beautiful the nature is there. The twenty-four-hour sunshine is pretty spiffy too. (The twenty-four-hour darkness is what would freak me out. I’m a bit afraid of the dark…) An old friend from high school just married an Army man and they live in Alaska now. She’s been posting GORGEOUS pictures on social media. I’m stupidly jealous, truthfully.

Now, the less pretty stuff is that I’ve moved out of my house. It IS mine, so it’s not going anywhere, but I hated living there and with the way my health is right now, I’ve barely been making my bills. My parents asked me to move back into their house, so I decided that it would probably be my best option. I am now living in the spare bedroom at my parent’s, enjoying mom-cooked meals and all the love from our family’s Cavalier King Charles spaniels and the Chihuahua who loves me more than anyone else ever. It’s nice to not have to pay utilities.

Blah, blah, blah. So there’s your brief glance into what has become my life. Things are nice and stressful, but at least I have fun things to look forward to in the future. Maybe marrying the most phenomenal man on the planet, getting to move somewhere that I’ve never even visited before, and getting a wonderful canine creature to spend all of my time with. I’ll end this here, for now, but I’ll be back when I have something worth talking about and as thanks for reading all of this, here’s a new picture of that handsome man and I. This is from my birthday, which was in April. We were on our way to visit German Shepherd puppies for the first time.



February 4, 2015

I know it’s been just a few days since I posted, but a lot of junk has been going on. I got a super bad oral infection, missed a bunch of work, made an ER trip and had surgery.

Blah, blah, blah.

That really isn’t that important. What’s important is the fact that my niece has officially made her entrance! 😀

Miss Gracie Ryon was born on January 26th and I couldn’t be more thrilled!

And the best part? She’s a little ginger! 😀 😀 😀 All I’ve ever wanted in life is a red-headed niece or nephew. My brother-in-law (who has DARK red hair and a million freckles) finally came through for me. Thank you, Payton!

I haven’t got to meet her since they live in Texas and I’m stuck in Arkansas until Spring Break, but I do have pictures!

Here you go :

She’s so adorable! I am one proud aunt, you guys.


January 24, 2015

Today was another full day of conversations that were basically all about… German Shepherds.

Yup. We’re literally that sad.

But at least we decided that we do want a boy, so that’s pretty great 😀

We actually went to a few places in town toady and picked up a few really simple things. Since I have, you know, real bills and not a shit ton of money, it’s easier for me to buy a few things here and there instead of trying to everything all at once. The only thing we’ll probably have to buy before he comes home is food, treats, etc. No sense in buying food forever before anything is going to eat it.

I decided to use this post to chunk a little bit of my wisdom out there.

As I will tell anyone at any time, I fully believe in planning. And pre-planning to be completely honest. Planning to bring home a new puppy is something I usually have to explain all the time. As I handle the business side of our breeding (answering emails, talking over the phone, etc.), I often have to help our customers with things such as, “Which toys would you buy?”, or, “How do you feel about rawhide?”

Ughhh… Don’t even get me started on the insane hazards of rawhide…

Anyway, I decided to just go ahead and do a little post about the basic and essential toys that are always the first things I purchase for a new puppy. That’s what I did today. Just a little bit of stuff, probably less than twenty bucks.

Here we go:

First of all, I really do think stuffed, plushy toys with squeakers are the most important toys you can buy for a dog. They keep them very entertained, whether they’re actually squeaking them, or figuring out how to tear them apart. Now, I will tell the truth, if your dog is what I generally call a “destroyer”, they WILL tear them apart. However, not all puppy dogs are destroyers, so it’s not a guarantee that it’ll happen. My Cavaliers really don’t tear their toys apart at all, but the Chihuahua will massacre any stuffed thing he can find. Which usually consists of the Cavaliers’ toys… So, today, I bought just a couple of stuffed toys for our soon-to-be GSD. It’s as simple as a decent sized armadillo with a squeaker and an odd, long, crinkly-sounding blue dog. Bam. Plushy toys. Success. Just remember to always remove any and all tags from the toys, not just the price tags, but the fabric “made in China” (or wherever) tags as well. I prefer to buy my stuffed toys from Walmart. They’re cheap and of better quality than you’d probably expect. Sometimes dog-specific stores (Petco, Petsmart, etc.) are a little… Over-priced on their plushies.


Second, I always like to grab things to catch/chase. This is as simple as tennis balls (which come in a wonderful array of sizes these days) and frisbees. Now, keep in mind that most dogs will figure out something to do with a tennis ball, but you’ll have to train a dog to play frisbee. Otherwise, they’ll just chew on it and the plastic isn’t good for their tummies. Also, make sure that you buy appropriately sized tennis balls. If you have a Saint Bernard, it would probably be smarter to buy a larger-than-average tennis ball, so they don’t swallow it. They also make very small tennis balls now, but these are not always the best idea. If you have, like… Chihuahuas and only Chihuahuas, maybe they’re not a bad idea, but if you have, say, a German Shorthaired Pointer and a Scottish Terrier, you want to buy regular sized balls. Avoid buying small balls if you have any bigger dogs at all. That is a CRAZY choking hazard. Purchase for their adult size, not their puppy size. They’ll only be babies for a blink of your eye. Most of the time, PetSmart sells (regular sized) tennis balls and frisbees for only .99 and that’s what I grabbed today.


And last of all, I like to grab rope toys. They make several different kinds now, so I got two different kinds today: a regular, but longer than some rope bone and this really cool thing that has two big knots on either end. These are just good to have around the house because it gives your dog something to pull at, gnaw on, and something to carry. It’s that simple. Also, if you have more than one dog, they WILL play tug-of-war together, which is always a lot of fun to watch. I actually grabbed the plain rope bone at my local dollar store, then got the other at Walmart.


Just because I think all doggies should have their own blanket, I also purchased a decent sized, super soft throw blanket. We always send our puppies home with a blanket that smells like their litter mates, so I try to buy one ahead of time to send to my breeder. This way, my pup won’t have as much anxiety during their transition into our home. It’s dark green and blue plaid 😀 I love it.


Now, I do have a few more things I intend on grabbing before we bring him home. I also really like hard rubber, knobbly toys and chicken-flavored Nylabones. They make them for puppies and adults and I’ve learned that most dogs ADORE them. I’ll talk more about those when I actually pick them up.


So, that took a while to type up, holy cow.

I do have a bit more to talk about before I wrap this up tonight though. Sorry, hope you don’t mind reading.

Since we decided that we do want to get a boy, I took another look at my “top ten name list” and put them in order of preference. Here’s that list! 😀

10.) Stoli

9.) Django

8.) Roach

7.) Denali

6.) Otto

5.) Freddo

4.) Shaker

3.) Navarro

And then, there’s Danzig and Zucco. I can’t actually decide which of these I like the most, so I’d probably choose between these two once I’d seen pictures of and met our little (but one day, very large) guy. Jarrett nodded as if these might be acceptable, so that made me pretty excited. We shall see!

Thank you so much for reading all this 🙂 I hope you found even a bit of it sort of informational. G’night!


January 22, 2015 : 2

So, while I was typing up my last post, I was texting N&W BF and he decided that it would be perfectly fine for me to post his name, add pictures, etc. which, of course, I’m happy about because where’s the fun in posting about my life, if I can’t talk about or show pictures of the people I spend all of my time with? 🙂

Anyway, the important information is…

His name is Jarrett. And he’s fantastic. Here’s a picture.


He’s hilarious, smart, tattooed, sweeter than damn sugar, laughs and smiles all the time…

… Knows more about firearms than anyone I’ve ever met… His knowledge on the subject might be equal to my knowledge of dogs.

WOW, that’s just nuts.

Honestly, just being around him makes me happy. That isn’t something I’m used to. He gives me a warm, comfortable feeling that I’ve never had before. Sometimes, it makes me want to poke him in the eye. It’s a bit scary… I think he understands that though, which is very nice as well.

That is all I’ll say about him right now. I’m sure I’ll end up posting a million other things about him, so why waste all the good stuff at this moment? 😀