U Betta Rek-Uh-Nize!

One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi is the charm when it comes to a story about a boy from the projects making it to the NFL. I have seen the movie three times, and each time I still laugh at the same lines from Sandra Bullock. I want her manner and attitude, and my friends say I have it in me, so I flashback to a weekend trip in Positano. We were ready to leave the most beautiful beach in Italy, but to do so, we had to climb hundreds of steps on the side of the town. I felt like the big bad wolf. I huffed and puffed my way to the top where our bus was waiting. In my mind I was thinking, I work out every day, what is my problem. Get your game face on and fight this miserable condition. I reached the top where a few girls had finished before me. I was sweating and I was doubled over due to side stenches. The group wasn’t talking much which never happened. It had taken everything we had to make it to the top. A few locals were gathered where we were waiting on our bus. It wasn’t unusual for us to hear a few whistles and chants of American Girls! I would usually ignore them and carry on, but because of my exhaustion and pain in my side, the Italian had barked up the wrong tree. To my right a man was talking to the group, and no one was paying attention. I was too busy wiping the sweat from my face and looking at me feet with my hands on my knees as I caught my breath. The man was saying a word that sounded like something I did not want to hear, and one that was not appropriate. I thought, oh no he did not, is he trying to hit on us right now. Well, not me and not in this condition. I was not in the mood to be sweet and ignore the remarks. I stood up, looked at the man, pointed my index finger in his direction and said sternly we DO NOT say that word. Everything was silent, probably because the girls were so confused to what I was referring to. A few silent seconds passed and Laura said Chas! He was saying Naples, not ---- Whoops. We all burst into laughter, and Laura and I joked about the incident all summer. Napoli Napoli!!

Favorite line from The Blind Side -“If you so much as set foot into downtown you will be sorry. I'm in a prayer group with the D.A., I'm a member of the NRA and I'm always packing."

Bonnets and Bluebells

I’m an old fashioned girl. I believe in the boy calling me, making biscuits from scratch and faithfully attending every family reunion. My family is the reason I am the Bellomy girl I am. They sit back and watch the show, and there is no one more I would rather entertain. My parent’s have never tried to make me the person they wanted for a daughter. If I wanted to try out for volleyball, my Mom was there to pick me up after school and drive me to Carter Gymnasium. If I wanted to scrapbook my childhood, they would look at my creations with interest. They have always supported me in my dreams and goals, except for the time I wanted a horse. I had big plans of fencing in our front yard for my new horse, Kelly. Well, Kelly never happened because my dad predicted I wouldn’t properly take care of her, and still to this day I want a horse. My family history includes working in the garden and plowing the fields. This could be a major reason why I want my rehearsal dinner in a barn. Lisa, one of my mother’s best friends, was talking about the way of life in previous generations. The men would work all day in the fields while the women would gather in a kitchen and cook. This was their girl time. I wish I could have lived in those days. I want to live on a farm and have miles and miles of land to gallop on a horse as the wind blows through my hair. I want a front porch where I can rock my babies to sleep and ring the dinner bell when the food is on the table. I’m a simple girl who wants to raise cattle and bail hay. The song Cowboy Take Me Away is my ideal lifestyle. In conversation with one of my junior high English teachers who knows my family very well, this aspiration of mine came up. She was surprised at first, but then she realized my heritage. She said it was the Bellomy coming out in me.

Missy Prissy

God is too wise not to know all about us and what is really best for us to be and have. He sees further than we do, and that we shall understand Him in time when His plans have unfolded themselves. Meanwhile, cast all you cares upon Him.

E and C via BB Messenger

E: Not terribly attractive, but she could be Miss Personality. But why settle for one or the other when you could have both?? BAHAHAHAHAHAAA

C: When I started reading that message, I knew it would be good.

C: OK, but in her pictures, she looks like she has an eating disorder.

E: But lets be honest Chas. She looks good.

C: Yet again, I ran into my old Principal at the gym. I really shouldn’t wear skimpy outfits anymore. I was tugging up, down and all around.

E: …from Class President to September Centerfold.

E: Well everyone, I hope you have your tennis shoes on, because Chasley has just crossed the line and we are about to jump back to the other side.

C: Just call me Serena Williams, because no matter the penalty, I am going to cross the line.

E: Remember that time you went to Semi-Formal? BAHAHAHAHAHAHAA.

C: You mean Spring Formal….and no, I’d rather not.

C: Why is my room filled with balloons?

E: I thought the Colony could have a little party tonight if you know what I mean.

E: Get Home.

C: Walking...

"where the mountains meet the lakes"

Today, I met Mr. Parsons. I was bothered the first time I watched “things to do and places to see…” because I had never met the main character who described the beauty of Jackson County. So when I saw him today, there was no need to beat around the bush. I positioned myself in front of him as I stretched out my right hand. Hi, I’m Chasley, and I just love your video were the words that began our conversation. He explained they were working on another video so stay tuned. This is my hometown where there is always a friendly face around the corner and my dad’s tomatoes win a blue ribbon at the County Fair. The courthouse is where I have a photo shoot every few years to update an expiring driver’s license. I have walked around the square in search of boiled peanuts on Sunday afternoons, and I have watched patriotic firework displays from Goose Pond’s golf course. My grandfather’s retirement party was located at the Heritage Center, and I believe no one has fully experienced Jackson County until they have seen the breathtaking view from Gorham’s Bluff. Golfers, spelunkers and fishermen pack your bags, and don’t worry, if your belongings are lost in transit, you can pick them up at Unclaimed Baggage after you arrive in northeast Alabama.

Independent Kimmy

Every February, InStyle Magazine provides descriptive details of celebrity weddings of the past year. Apparently, February is the month of love, but I would beg to differ. I have celebrated twenty-one Single Awareness Day’s with a pint of Chunky Monkey. Thank you Cupid. So, because of my February issue a few years ago, I know the details behind Brad Paisley and Kimberly Williams-Paisley’s wedding. Kimberly and Brad surprised their guests as they thought they were just attending a casual denim required run-through before the wedding. But when the bride-to-be unbuttoned her floor length denim coat to reveal a white slinky dress, they knew that they were not at the rehearsal dinner. I have watched interviews with Kim telling the story behind their wedding. She was afraid that people would say her wedding was not as good as the Annie Banks’ wedding. It’s obvious Brad loves his wife. He sings about her, he writes about her and he talks about her. I hope Kimberly Williams-Paisley and I have more in common than just my Father of the Bride 15th Anniversary DVD. Words from the wise, ''cause you're independent, and you got my attention" - Akon.

Faith's Crimped Christmas

Kee-Gee Princesses

This summer, I achieved several lifelong dreams, being VIP at Britney, having my picture on People while stalking Eva and Tony and standing front row while watching Venus and Serena at Wimbledon. My Italian summer could not have been at a better time in my life. I could not have asked for a better group of girls to surround me as I finished my last semester of college. Words can’t express how much this summer meant to me. I will always remember the wonderful relationships that I formed, the laughs and the late nights in the Palace. I can’t thank each and every one of them enough. In the spring, Ellen and the Human Sciences staff prepared us for our summer. Cinzia, Roberta, Maurizio, Rosella, Mary Lou, Marco, our Professors, the Interlinea Group, Franchesco and the staff at the Chigi Palace made us feel welcomed as we were far away from our families. They opened up their homes for us to relax and socialize as they taught us Italian traditions. We could not have asked for anything better than Dr. B. We were so blessed to have Cassandra by our sides, and I am so appreciative we were able to get to know Peak during the month she was with us. Amanda, Laura, Catherine and I have unforgettable memories that we made in our lofted room named Venezia. We rised and shined to Ingrid Michaelson’s Be OK every morning. I miss the movie nights, walks to Genzano for a crepe, bus rides, market Monday’s, group meetings and dinner parties with Lacey, Wallis, Virginia, Jennifer, Hilary, Abby, Sarah Jane, Allie, Sam, Emi, Allie, Rachel, Sarah, Jenna and Katie. As I ran through the town of Ariccia, I would be mesmerized at the natural beauty of a small town located a few miles outside of Rome that God created, where He had allowed me to live for three months. My one word check-in post the Joseph S. Bruno Auburn Abroad program, blessed.

After a summer of traveling and fun,

We can’t believe we’re really done.

To show you what all we appreciate

We’ve gathered our words in a rhyme that’s great.

We’ve seen Rome, Milan, and the Mediterranean Sea.

All because of Cinzia and Dr. B.

We started in Positano which was pretty and sweet.

That’s when we knew for sure we were in for a treat

You showed us landscapes in various shades of green

And we learned how much Dr. B loves Celine.

At Frank’s we had appertivos without a care

And saw Dr. B with Emi’s hair

Cinzia’s our lifesaver, and that’s a fact.

We’re sorry if we never gave our tickets back.

She showed us Nemi, Genzano and Albano BUT

The most useful info was where to get a hair cut

Metros and buses, what more can we say?

Except for Dr. B asking, who has an expert of the day?

Speaking of the bus, we learned in time-

Never ride for hours after too much wine.

No more Palace, no more Euros to lend,

Our time as Italian royalty has come to and end.

So look around the room and hug some necks

As we all complete our final buddy check.

Reporter: Which of the cities visited did you enjoy the most?

Ann: Each, in its own way, was unforgettable. It would be difficult to - Rome! By all means, Rome. I will cherish my visit here in my memory as long as I live.

-Roman Holiday

"The Young and Wild Tour" Countdown

Hell On The Heart - I want to be the girl described in this song, hard to handle, hard to love and hard to leave. "When she's yours she brings the sunshine, but when she's gone the world goes dark."

Pledge Allegiance To The Hag - Two words, Jordon Higgins and PBR.

Smoke A Little Smoke - Em’s theme for what was it? Oh yeah, spring formal. I must have forgotten…

Without You Here - I don’t think a dance partner could hang with me on the dance floor.

Carolina - Before we left for Christmas Break last year, the girls of 1228 went to our favorite Mexican Restaurant in Auburn. We didn’t like the fact that we were going to be apart for a few weeks. In Em’s car on our way back to Creekside, we jammed out to the newly discovered tune. Em, it’s amazing you didn’t get pulled over with me being in the passenger seat. Fourth time is the charm, right?

Livin’ Part Of Life - “I wanna be front porch rockin’ with the big sun droppin’…”

Young And Wild - The tour is named after it, so you know it’s good.

Those I’ve Loved - Besides Kelly’s “I Do Not Hook Up’, this is the song that I would listen to while traveling this summer. I was with 19 other girls who were totally different from me. We had loved different people, and that is what makes us who we are.

Love Your Love The Most - I use to sneak into my dad’s closet and truck and throw his Redman away.

These Boots - A man of regret. He left the one he loved. I think this is why I am addicted to 90’s country.

Lotta Boot Left To Fill - Only the roughest and rowdiest Honky Tonk crowd can handle Eric Church’s honesty and attitude.

Guys Like Me – During the fall of our sophomore year, we had a girl's weekend in Gunterville to celebrate Lindsey Hays' birthday. Jordon and I listened to the debut CD the entire ride to north Alabama.

Longer Gone - "You never really get over someone until you find someone else you care more about." - Ghosts of Girlfriends Past

Raggedy Ann and Andy

As I returned to the States, I greeted my parent’s in the Atlanta airport with grocery store feet. My Gucci flats broke in Chicago because I was hustling through O’hare with my Keepall 55 in a bear hug and my pink tote falling off my shoulder. I was trying to keep up with Amanda who was determined to make her connecting flight because she had someone special waiting for her in Dallas. Amanda is one of my best friends, and I have forgiven her for ditching me so she could go on her first date with Judd. I was sent off to have a solo night on the dance floor, while they danced the night away at the Fountainview Mansion. I immediately liked them together. They compliment each other, they understand each other and they respect each other. Their relationship is centered on Christ. I brag on them all the time, because I am so amazed. I am so blessed to observe their relationship. These two friends mean so much to me. When I am with them I know I am going to be taken care of. They care about me, just like they care about each other. Judd, I can’t tell you how much it meant to me that you would get to know my family. I looked up at Anna Margaret’s birthday party to see you introducing yourself to my grandmother. On the ride back to Scottsboro, my grandmother commented on how nice you were and explained the conversation between the two of you. Amanda, your actions and love have shown me an example caring friend. Mary Lane Hall is where it all began, and I remember you being the funniest person I had ever met. You have been the friend who would listen to me on the phone as I cried, and given me the Christian guidance I needed. Together, I love you both. I pray for you, and I am thankful and so blessed that I have you. No one can compare, not even Chuck and Blair.

Are You Worth Discussing?

I recently listened to a sermon by Charles Stanley, and he asked the question, “Are you worth discussing?” God allows things in our lives to happen, and it is comforting to know that everything that happens has passed through His hands. He allows us to succeed, and He allows us fail. He allows us to laugh, and He allows us to cry. The Devil and God communicate. The Devil must have the approval from God to tempt us. God is in control, and the Devil knows that he must have the consent from God. He knows to attack us in our most vulnerable areas. But are you a threat to the Devil? Are you worth discussing? Is he worried that people will see the Christ in you, and they will want to know more about it? So through Christ, I am trying to live a life that answers yes to the question.

“For you were sometimes darkness, but now you are light in the Lord: walk as children of light.”-Ephesians 5:8

Little Miss Muffet's

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.” In William Shakespeare’s timeless love story of Romeo and Juliet, Juliet expresses her frustration with the reason that there is such an importance placed on a name. She can’t be with the one she loves because of the name that follows Juliet. Names are very important, and display the history and character of a family. So, after great thought and creativity, I have decided the names of my four daughters.

Lena

Lena Kate. my grandmother’s names

Daisy

Daisy Grace. my great grandmother’s name and my great aunt’s name

Francie

Maggie Frances. my great aunt’s names

Anna Bell

Anna Bellomy. my aunt’s middle name

A Pear-Picking Pair

At the café, I was talking to a table of three men that I have gotten to know the past few months. They were asking me if I had a boyfriend and if I was interested in anyone. One chimed in and said, I thought you were dating someone locally. In my mind I thought, when have I ever dated anyone locally? I buy my produce locally. I don’t date locally. But God has changed my desire. I want someone who understands the atmosphere of Trammel Stadium on a fall Friday night, the deliciousness of party cookies and the friendliness of First Monday, Sunday. Mary Jeanne is convinced I have someone in mind, and Emily said, well, lets get to picking because we know the pears on the tree.

Gentlemen, Start Your Engines

Every Sunday after church, my grandmother prepared lunch for our family, and if there was a Nascar race on the tube, it was in the background of conversation. I always wondered why we watched these races. The only checkered pattern in our house is the Courtly Check by Mackenzie-Childs. We are not a Nascar family, so one day I decided to get to the bottom of how I knew the name Mark Martin. I was driving home one day after work, and my mom called to tell me that she had decided to go to Chattanooga for the afternoon and the cleaning lady was at our house. I had picked up a late lunch at Subway, and I didn’t feel like getting in the way at home, so I passed our house and drove a mile through Lakeview Shores to my grandparent’s home. As I made my way to the back door, I could see my grandfather in the window sitting in his reclining chair watching television. He saw me and greeted me at the door before I had a chance to knock. He was surprised to see me because I usually call before I make a visit. As I ate my lunch, we talked about my trip to Dallas and his work with Christmas Charities. I knew my Mom had mentioned sitting in box seats at Talladega and meeting one of her favorite drivers in the 70’s. Growing up, I knew she had moved around a lot, so I began asking my grandfather questions about his career in the oil industry and the reasons they moved so often. He began talking about the days that he worked at Talladega. My grandfather’s company supplied the oil for the racecars. He worked the race, supervising the cars as they performed. He talked about meeting Richard Petty and Dale Earnhardt, and he shared family stories that I had never heard before. I will never forget that afternoon with him, and as my grandfather walked me to the door, he put his arm around my shoulders and said, “I thoroughly enjoyed this afternoon, Chas.”

1994 Back to School Issue, My First Solo Shot

Primped, Propped and Posed

Our guest closet has accumulated many memorable items through the years such as my mother’s wedding dress and my christening gown. Hanging with these dresses are also the dresses that I wore in the magazine Sew Beautiful. At the age of four, I started modeling for this magazine that focuses on smocking, sewing and stitching. This went on for a few years, and at each fitting I would be uneasy that I was going to be pricked with a pin. I would stand so still in hopes that I would not feel a needle going into my side. The dresses had to be perfect, and as the lady carefully looked over the dress to make sure it fit like a glove, she would circle me with pins ready to make the proper adjustments. The photographer would tell me where to point my toes as he tousled my hot rolled hair and placed every ribbon perfectly against the fabric. Most of the time there was a young lad in the picture by my side. They loved to pair me with a boy. Whether I was holding his hand while picking flowers in a field or looking deep into his eyes as we climbed a tractor, there was a boy. He was usually wearing knee-highs and a one-piece short set that matched my dress. My mother would stand on the side of the photo shoot in hopes that I would be sweet Chasley and not embarrass her. She will always worry about me being mean to boys. Luke will talk about the days when he first moved to Scottsboro. He says Mary Jeanne and I were the meanest girls in school. In the third grade, we were fierce and ready for a rumble.

Question and Answer with my Dad

C: What’s your favorite Bible verse?

K: “If we confess our sins, he is and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” -1 John 1:9

C: What’s your favorite color?

K: Skyline Blue, the color of my first vehicle.

C: Why haven’t you taken me camping in the past 10 years?

K: Well, you have been in school, and you were always busy with sports. You grew out of it. Camping was my favorite thing for us to do. It was just you and I. We could do what we wanted, and we had a lot of fun. That’s why I wanted a daughter, for the father and daughter memories.

C: What is your favorite TV Show?

K: The Andy Griffith Show

C: Why do you like duck hunting?

K: It’s not the hunting part; it’s the getting out in a flooded field and watching the sunrise and hearing the earth wake up in the morning. I love to view all of God’s creations.

C: Beach or Mountains?

K: Beach

C: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

K: Alaska, I want to see Aurora Borealis.

C: Do you like my Alicia Keys’ performances?

K: No, I don’t like Alicia Keys.

C: Well, moving right along, what was your first car?

K: a K-5 Chevrolet Blazer

C: In the garden, what is your favorite vegetable to plant?

K: Tomatoes, that’s why I enter them in the county fair. My father always planted tomatoes.

C: What’s your favorite memory of us?

K: I have a lot of favorite memories. Besides camping, I would probably say Homecoming of your junior year when you were the Class Attendant. I escorted you in the school assembly, I drove the car in the parade and we were presented together that night on the football field. I loved being by your side on that very important and memorable day. It was such an honor. I was so proud of you, and I will never forget that day.

Jess, I want your Dress

Best Look of the Night

The Runway Sashay

In late July, I received a phone call asking me to strut my stuff alongside Heidi Klum in the 2009 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. Early on, I received the inside scoop. I was informed that the Black Eyed Peas were scheduled to perform, and it would be a splendid event because Heidi would be back on the runway just a couple of months after having her third child with Seal. I was so flattered that they would think of a small town girl like me. I was instructed to start a very strict diet the very next day, and I would have to agree to follow a rigorous exercise routine that included lounges, leg lifts and push-ups. Basically, this is all I would have to do, and Victoria’s Secret would fly me to New York City on Monday, the thirtieth of November for my premier on the first of December. After much thought, I decided to pass on the offer. I don’t have an interest in fashion shows, and I don’t shop at Victoria’s Secret. I’m not a lingerie-loving girl, and I definitely don’t like the color pink. I didn’t like the idea of wearing lacey fabrics and angel wings. I’m sorry Victoria, I had to keep myself a Secret, but maybe next year...

Wish List 2009

A New Basketball Goal

Juicy Tube Socks

Mackenzie-Childs Coffee Mugs

Copper Pots and Pans

Creed Acqua Fiorentina

Chuck Taylor Silver Sparkle Sneakers

Angels and Demons DVD

Bedhead PJ’s

Monogram Necklace

Jo Malone Nectarine Blossom and Honey Candle

Anthropologie Pot Holders

House Slippers