Chapter 2: Before I Were, There Was………

As I previously stated, my parents are Jake Michael Bellipanni, Jr. and Joy Barnes Bellipanni. My parents brought into this world five of these most perfect boys on this planet. Jake Michael Bellipanni, III was the first to come. Eleven months later, Matthew Barnes Bellipanni arrived. Then two years later, Mark Allen Bellipanni came along. James and I show up ten years later, but we’ll talk about that more in the next chapter.

My father grew up in Indianola, Mississippi. He is the son of Jake Michael Bellipanni, Sr. and Mary Correro Bellipanni. My father had an older brother, James Bellipanni, who died in a hunting accident before I came along. He also has a younger sister, Antoinette Bellipanni. They grew up with the large Italian Bellipanni and Correro families. My grandfather had twelve brothers and sisters. My grandmother died when my dad was around fifteen. We have spent much time visiting my great aunts and uncles in Indianola and Memphis.

My mother grew up in Tutwiler, Mississippi. She is the daughter of Anne Barnes and the late Joe Barnes who died in a car accident shortly after we were born. She has an older brother, Brad Barnes, and three younger sisters, the twins, Jacquanne and Joanne Barnes, and Amy Barnes. Currently I think my uncle lives in southern Mississippi somewhere. My twin aunts are in Cleveland, along with my grandmother. And the youngest is in Sunflower, Mississippi.

Chapter 1: Who I is?

My name is Joel Meyer Bellipanni. I am the son of the greatest parents ever, Jake and Joy Bellipanni. James and I are the end of a set of five boys. We have three older brothers, Michael, Matthew, and Mark. Our parents might have well named us Luke and John since that's the joke our dad uses to introduce us.

We call the house at 404 Lee Avenue our abode. It is a nice home, not too big, not too small, but just right. I even have my own room.

I enjoy doing anything outside. Yardwork, fishing, hunting, running, tennis, golf, basketball, football, and baseball are all quite fun activities that I do. As long as the sun is shining I will be trying to find something to do outside. I like to consider myself an athlete, but if you watch me play sports you may just call me a football player. Although I'm decent in everything else, football is where I excel. In other sports I just use football-style to pass as an athlete. I think I may give college football a try, but it might not work out. I want it to be a sport that I love for the rest of my life.

But when it rains I entertain myself with music. I enjoy music, listening and playing. I play guitar and bass. I play in the band Rushin' Roulette and the SMASH Band. I secretly plan on becoming a country music star though. Okay, maybe not, but it could happen, I just haven't tried yet. I will try to keep music in my life for as long as possible.

My career choice will be in the engineering field. I plan to go to Holmes Community College, and from there, Mississippi State. During my college years I hope to find which area of engineering I will be happiest in.

I Can'y Get No - Sat Is Fact Shun

I hate everything.


But I guess I should write more.

Spring break was pretty much awful. I went to Memphis and visited with my brother and his family. Then i went to Bailee's rodeo where she did not do as well as she pleased. This pretty much ruined the first couple of days of spring break. Although I had way more fun than any normal person would have at a rodeo, I feel like I didn't get enough family time. I don't know why I like these dang high school rodeos so much. I reckon it's just the cowboy in me. Yeehaw...
Really not into it tonight.

I then returned home to play 2 baseball games. These were pretty good, but I'm about ready to shoot Coach Benny. Nuff said.

We then went on this awful camping trip that reminded me of why I hate everyone and why I like George Thorogood for some reason...... But despite all that I had a wonderful time canoeing down the Okatoma Creek. It was peaceful, relaxing, and totally masculine.

I return with intentions to go to Harris's but that plan failed. I was happy to have a chance to go fishing though. But sadly somebody stole most of my fishing poles. Those bastard. Can't have nothin nice. Just crushin' my dreams of finally getting to catch some good ole crappie. But Josh and I still went fishing, Friday and Saturday. We didn't catch much. I blame Josh. Sunday I took Amber, Bailee, and Jill fishing. It was the worst mistake of my life. I had to babysit two girls and couldn't fish at all. To top it off, Amber caught all the fish. I caught none. I finally decided to sit in the front of the boat and talk to my true love, Jill, while Bailee and Amber tanned and talk about.... I can't really remember.. Pointless crap for sure. Jill and I had a grand ole time by ourselves. It just works out. I talk a little and she doesn't say anything back. But she occasionally gives me a kiss. That's gross.....

Monday was back to school. Yay. Tennis. Yay! Lost my match. Shit.

Tuesday. School again. Yay. Baseball. Yay! Played awfully. Somebody should shoot me or Coach Benny.

Wednesday. ABC Test. Yay. Hard. Boo. More bad moods and arguments with Bailee. Yay! Heavy weightlifting and running until church. YES! Perfect stress relief. Now blog.

Goals: Improve in baseball. Screw the senior play and all it's practices at inconvenient times. Improve in tennis. Train for 5k! Lift weights! Find some time to spend with Bailee. Catch some crappie. Watch Josh race. Try to find some satisfaction.

All I need is kerosine and I'll have a blast.

Boy am I glad this week's over..
I have seen so many camera flashes and strobe lights in the past 2 days that I'm surprised I haven't gone into epileptic seizures.

Beauty and Beau was a great success. The first beaus were French, James, and I. That made me smile. Brett was next. I still had to smile because I was on stage, but that doesn't mean I wanted to. Richard was next. Shocker. Nothing but seniors though so we are as awesome as we tell everybody. Who's who was pretty good. Some surprises. I got most polite and my girl got friendliest. But that doesn't mean we have to be polite and friendly to each other. Although I did open her car door occasionally to piss her off. I also got Most Athletic which is awesome. I didn't care who got it as long as it wasn't Landon though. James, French, Leigh, and Frank got some good ones too.

The Jr/Sr Banquet was mean, awkward, and not very funny. Tyler and Martin are awesome. The will sucked. Prophecy was alright. Food decent. Servers awful.

Prom... was prom. Tuxedos suck so much by now, not that they didn't suck before, just not as much. More pictures.... More complainin by me, which i don't do much.. Ridin while watchin everyone drink, kinda funny, mostly pathetic.. Dance... well French and I grabbed our steel dance partners and sat on the wall.. Then the hoe dragged me on the dance floor.. French joined later which made it ok.. I really want your picture Mrs. Jenny. DJ finally played white music so dancing got better.. Everyone leaves so we decide to join em.(Biggest mistake). Around 12, David's date decides that she doesn't like him. He regurgitates the devil's brew on the bus, preston's tux, and himself. Everybody freaks out. Craziness. Me and Bailee go to my house to change. Wish we would've stayed there. Eventually go to breakfast. Leave on sophomore bus. Ride with plastered, annoying sophomore girls and Will.. Me and Leigh text each other the whole time.. She blames karma from the will. I take Bailee home at 2. Right where I wanna be. Head to the bridge to watch James and Taylor woo their dates. Watch French who's lightweight ass is plastered and annoying. Sing-a-long with the radio loudly. Get to sleep around 3.

In conclusion, Prom is awful and disappointing, I love it. not really. Idiots remind me why I don't drink, as if i needed it. Although I probably was needin a little alcohol at some point, people ruin it for me. No respect for anyone. yay.

Christmas Miracles Have Never Been So Obvious.

What a Christmas.

I'm writing this on my new laptop! I was obviously a good boy this year.
I also got some camoflauge and what nots. And the much needed cash.

Riley got a load of stuff. Lucky kid. But I got pretty stacked this year, especially since there was nothing I asked for.

My whole family came to my house which is nice but only for a day. We had a great meal with a lot of fun and surprises.

First my niece, Mia Grace, shows up wearing an "I'm the Big Sister" shirt. Michael and Ashley are expecting.

Then we had our little overalls tradition. My grandmaw started a tradition where we pass around a pair of overalls every christmas. Whoever gets the overalls has to wear em all day. Then next year they have to add some kind of decoration to em and write a poem revealing who they are giving them too.
Well this year Mark's wife wrote the poem. Her added decoration was a pacifier. Mark and Anna are expecting. Also.

What a day.. In August I will have two new nieces/nephews. Wow. But hey, I got a new laptop.
Now everyone's expecting Matthew and Sarah to make an announcement but they said they didn't have one.


Until tonight.

They didn't tell everyone earlier because Riley didn't know. Matthew and Sarah are expecting.

By August I could have 3-6 new nieces/nephews.

But keep this on the Down Low if you happen to read it. I don't think it's a secret but it's best kept quiet I guess.

Here's your blog Mrs. Jenn.

I'm Back in the Saddle Again.

I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK.
I'm BAAAAAACK in the saddle again.

Well that might be a lie since I never find time to blog.

This past two weeks have seemed like the worst weeks ever, despite the great promises of Thanksgiving break and hunting.
It seems that my mom and I have stumbled upon an affliction of bad luck recently that we'll blame on a mirror that broke itself. She had the hardest time cooking for thanksgiving and I've just had little things go very wrong. I won't go into detail but just some examples are burnt pies, overflowing pies, broken window, and spilt tea. ugh................................

Well hopefully we'll overcome it all in this new week. We need our spirits lifted before the Christmas crazyness.

Tomorrow I head to Jackson with Ethan for the all-star football game which I am very excited about. I just hate to miss basketball games. I have know idea what to expect this week. I may or may not get playing time but I know I'll give my all. I know HistoryTeach will miss me so hopefully this blog will fill that hole in her hard, black heart.

Catch you later,
Joe l

Ok I Agree With The Ride The Cowboy Part, But Why Save The Horse?

You know what really grinds my gears?

Wrong!

It's vegetarians, vegans, and their belief that they're doing the right thing.

Every week there's a post on facebook promoting vegetarian(ism?). They all suggest that we're evil for eating meat and supporting the meat industries slaughter of "innocent" animals and harm to the environment. I think that no matter what we do, we're going to harm the environment whether it's by cow farts or the gasses made from killing the gassy creatures. If it has worked flawlessly for as long as it has then it can't be wrong. Plus it tastes sooooo(scratch that) SOOOOOOOOOOO GROOOOD. And who's to say animals are so innocent and defenseless? Nobody that spends alot of time hanging around lions, tigers, and bears(O MY!) that's for sure. Animals can be just as aggressive as any human. Which takes us to the next paragraph.

That way ---> Nope changed my mind. Look down.


Hunting is not cruel and unfair. As an outdoor enthusiast, I take pride in my fabulous and extremely masculine outdoor skills (hunting, fishing and sometimes hiking). I hunt completely legally and try to give animals complete fairness of game. I respect and usually eat everything I kill(unless it's by car). So all those silly, I repeat, silly "environmentalists" can do what they want, but I'll manage the animal population while satisfying my instinctive taste for meat instead of letting them starve themselves because of the surplus of their offspring.

Off to study for the Government test. O my Allah, the black Muslim may win. Just kidding, I don't say "O my Allah".

Oh. And I don't know whether he's Muslim or not. They say his dad was.



Too far. Look that (^) way for hunting paragraph