…Blake Shelton. I’m here to testify: Blake Shelton is a really nice guy, as in bona fide, really nice guy. I’m starting to think that maybe I need to give my “broken to smithereens” Hillbilly Bone a second chance. I already told you that country music is not my thing. I cut my teeth on my father’s jazz and what were called...
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…the BS goes on. Drum keeps pounding a rhythm to the brain. La de da de de, la de da de da…. Okay, so I got a bit distracted last fall and forgot all about my mad crush on Blake Shelton. I was over him, baby – he was dead and gone from my mind….until it returned, that is, in true crush form. I started...
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In the strange, convoluted new world of my life as an author, Blake Shelton has played a part. Yes, that Blake Shelton. Do you ever wonder why? I sure do. I ask myself that question whenever I think about the guy. Since it started, though, I’ve renounced my Hillbilly Bones, reconciled with my Hillbilly Bones, forgot...
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I was thinking about that damn Hillbilly Bones song – you know, the one by Blake Shelton, that country western singer that I did not know from Adam until I watched The Voice? And thinking about the way I publicly renounced my one Hillbilly Bone, leaving it smashed along the highway when I left the country, Well, would you believe...
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If there’s one celebrity that I would like to meet…or let’s just say it sounds like it might be fun…it’s Blake Shelton. There. I said it. Admitting and accepting is the first step to recovery, or so they say. Now you might wonder why I would want to meet the guy and what this has to do with...
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