Bill Kehler

@ByBellaArtist I’m not so sure anymore

The week starts here for many…. Let me be the first to wish you a wonderful day. May smiles find you, deals be closed in your favor, contracts be extended to your benefit and who knows, maybe a raise or a simple “you did a great job today” If no one has told you yet~ you are amazing! You’ve got this! 👏🏻👏🏻

@heymike_CdnLib Can anyone remember being able to order pie at Tim Horton’s?

Ok Canadians... Am I crazy, or does anyone else remember when Timmies Apple fritters were the size of a small child? 🇨🇦🍩

@RealSpitfire @ClownWorld @JesseASweeney My thoughts exactly

@ClownWorld @JesseASweeney Better than leaving it my yard.

Woman walking her dog stops in front of a stranger’s house, throws a bag of dog poop into their trash can, and casually walks away like nothing happened. Some people really treat other people’s property like their personal garbage dump. Would you say something if you saw this or just let it slide?

@AlbertaLeonidas Of course they’ll resort to violence. Do people forget the American Civil War?

So what they r saying is regardless ottawa will not allow Alberta to leave and will move military to stop it. As we knew from the start

What’s the point?

@AlbertaLeonidas They’re hoping that the separatist movement will lose steam like it’s done in the past.

reminder to everyone in alberta that if a vote does not happen here and very soon, a real vote not smiths abortion of a scam, then we will lose our ability to even talk about things like independence, look at all the federal bills to limit speech you think they will be allowing free speech on independence after any of those these speech control measures pass on a federal level? time is on their side and its why they are stalling

@ByBellaArtist A mess

It’s Monday…. What’s cooking in your kitchen ?

@serachoii It is

so ure obsessed with me? That’s hot.

@BellaBeautyVibe When they lose

What do you think reveals a person faster: how they act when they win… or when they lose?

A memory lost in time but not in my heart

@ByBellaArtist Good morning ☀️

Good morning all you wonderful people whether you believe it or not~ you’re special 🌷

Good morning ☀️ I’m a coffee person

@Tablesalt13 Why do people think they’re flooding in as many 3rd worlders as possible? They know their grift is failing with the local population.

NEW Government of Canada internal polling leak: Only 24% of respondents said they trust politicians in Canada, and only 46% now trust news media. -Blacklocks This country is failing in real-time.

I love it when I bust my ass to accomplish a task at work but still get shit for it. 🙄

#Nursegreeneyes here! I just wanted to welcome you all to my page! 🥰 I'm just a normal, down to earth, nurse. Some of you are OGs from my big account that I lost and some of you are new here. To both of you, welcome! Glad you're here. 🫶

@BlondeBigot11 I would give up my left arm to be there right now

No diversity 🩷

@TheCriticalDri2 Absolutely 👍

That was the one good moment in an otherwise dogshit movie.

@BigPopz72 Yes

This dad went to pick up his daughter from daycare and found out they'd locked her in a dark closet to discipline her.. Cameras show him going all out mortal combat on the workers.. An angry father can be extremely dangerous. Did he go too far?

Carry yourself like art… soft in movement, strong in presence

I almost didn’t answer the knock at my door that Sunday morning. If I had stayed in bed for another 30 seconds, I probably never would’ve known what had really been happening around me. At 50, you think you know what life is. You think you understand people. You think by now you can spot distance, silence, lies… all of it. Turns out, some things hide in plain sight. That morning started like any other. Coffee brewing. Soft rain outside. A quiet house. The kind of Sunday where you almost convince yourself life is finally slowing down. Then someone knocked. Not loud. Not aggressive. Just two calm knocks. When I opened the door, nobody was there. Only a small envelope sitting on the mat. No stamp. No return address. Just my first name written across the front ~Bella My stomach dropped. Because very few people still leave handwritten notes anymore. Inside was one folded piece of paper. It said: “You need to check your old voicemail. The one from March.” That was it. No name. No explanation. Now here’s why that shook me… March had been one of the hardest months of my life. A lot of women my age will understand this—life doesn’t usually explode all at once. It quietly stacks. Kids needing you even if they’re adults Friendships changing. Health concerns Bills. Grief you never fully unpacked. You keep moving because that’s what people do. So I barely remembered March. But I did remember one strange voicemail. Blocked number. A woman’s voice. Soft. Nervous. She had asked for me by name… then hung up. At the time, I ignored it. That Sunday, I sat at my kitchen table, coffee gone cold, and pulled it up. I listened. Then replayed it. Then again. Because this time, I heard something I missed months earlier. Not the woman. A man’s voice in the background. Faint. Muffled. But familiar. So familiar it made my chest tighten. I knew that voice. I just couldn’t place it. For two days it stayed in my head. Driving. Showering. Folding laundry. Lying awake at night. Then it hit me. It was my brother. My older brother. The one I hadn’t spoken to in nearly 7 years. Family disagreements. Pride. Time. The kind of silence that gets longer until nobody knows how to break it. I called him immediately. No answer. Again. Nothing. Then later that night… He called back. Long pause. Then the first thing he said was: “How did you know to call me today?” I didn’t even know what to say. Turns out… In March, he had been staying with a friend after going through one of the darkest periods of his life. That voicemail? A woman he knew had accidentally called me while trying to contact someone else. He was in the room. That was his voice in the background. I never caught it. But somehow… months later… a handwritten note showed up telling me to check it. To this day, I still don’t know who left that envelope. But I do know this: That phone call reopened something our family thought was gone forever. At 50, I’ve learned life rarely changes in dramatic movie moments. Sometimes it changes through a voicemail you almost deleted… …and a call you almost never made. *********************************** ((Life Lessons worth sharing even if fictional))