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Days came and went. The grief was always there waiting to bubble up at a song, a smell or a memory. It was less than 4 days later I got this note in the mail: Lana I stumbled across your website a couple of years ago.

Your videos and blog actually made me throw up in my mouth! Nobody cares what you wore to the funeral. You are a Martyr widow. Nobody cares that you wore black gloves. But, really, my dear, long black gloves in 90 degree weather? A big fine from The Fashion Police. You are not a movie star or royalty so come down off your high horse.

Your story about the "five dots" just makes you delusional. You and your DEAD husband had seperate lives. Personally, you are Trailer Trash and the perfect example of how money can't buy you class.

Henry deserved better. Labels: cruelty of women , evil susan k clisby marketing , evil woman , genital warts , grief , home wrecker , lanaindiana , losing a spouse , spy cams , susan k clisby , susan k clisby stalker , throat cancer. Ok, let's see if I can write this without breaking down completely After my husband died, each of his three sons came to me to ask if they could have his Rolex watch. The fact that there are 3 boys and only one watch and I had bought it for him as a Christmas gift, I told each of them that I would rather keep it myself.

It broke my heart to turn them down. They were hurting just as bad as I was. It was a decision I would later regret After my husband died, I had moved, re-arranged my life, made adjustments. Learned to cope. I paid off my house, moved, bought two cars, made decisions I hadn't had to make in many years. My husband did it all. He was gone. I had to have some small construction done in my Florida home. I hired a crew to do the work.

All was going ok. The house seemed alive with people. The men were in and out of my house every day beginning at a. One of the men from the construction crew saw and remarked on my husbands beautiful watch. I made a quick mental note to hide it in the house or to take it to my safe deposit box The landline phone rang That night, as I lay in bed reflecting on the happenings of the day, I remembered and as I raced to check on it, the watch was gone!

Disappeared from the place it was just that morning. My heart sank. I immediately called the police. A flood of regret washed over me. My beautiful husband's watch on another man's arm? I felt so broken. Why hadn't I given it to one of the boys? At least then it would be safe. Still in the hands of those that love my husband not some stranger.

Sadly, the police took my information, filed a report and told me they would do what they could to trace it if it showed up in a pawn shop but warned me that the chances were slim of ever getting it back.

The owner of the construction company had nothing to offer in the way of help either. I had no proof. There was only my suspicion that the young man that had asked about it had actually taken it. My chances of ever seeing that watch again were slim to none. I felt so hopeless. I can't do anything right! Who allows their deceased husband's watch to be stolen from their own home???? I had many things of my husband's that evoked so many sweet memories of him but I could squeeze my eyes shut real tight and SEE that watch on his big strong arm when he was alive and healthy.

The bright shiny gold would glitter in the sun as we would walk hand in hand into church on a beautiful Sunday morning. Out to dinner and I would see it on his wrist in the dim light of a candlelit restaurant as he reached across the table to grasp my hand. Every night I would see it on his side of the bed carefully placed on the night stand ready to be worn to the office as he rushed out the door.

Weeks passed then months. No word from the Florida State Police Department. Not a day passed by that I would not think of my husband and his missing watch. It was eating my soul to know I had let it slip away. My husband's birthday was approaching. May 6. His first birthday away from me.

All I could do was cry. I miss him so much. Every day. May 6, I went to the cemetery in the morning. As I stood there in the early light of the beautiful spring day, I told my husband what had happened.

Explained my stupidity. Not just about the watch but many other stupid things I have done in the months since he passed. I slowly drove home. Going to the cemetery was my way of going to "visit" my husband and it always made me feel sad but slightly better to know he was lying there waiting for me We share a headstone.

Labels: being a widow , craigslist , death , Heaven , thieves , throat cancer. My heart hasn't been in it lately but I will return. That's not why I'm writing today. I want to tell of you of the sweetest love story I know. One that makes me cry while typing this out. In October a few years back I wrote about my beautiful friend Candy and her survival story of Breast Cancer. Sadly she passed away last week. She won and fought for so long. Her breast cancer showed it's ugly face when she was in her 30's.

After her mastectomy, she had breast reconstruction surgery. The plastic surgeon tunneled fat from her tummy and formed a new breast from that fat. All was wonderful. She was alive and felt whole again after the dreadful loss of a breast. All of us as women know how painful a loss that would be 28 years later, about a year ago, Candy began experiencing horrible pain in her stomach. The cancer had a trail to go to and it was now in her stomach lining. She was in for the fight of her life.

She went thru chemo and more chemo. So much chemo that her fingertips turned black and were numb. She lost her hair and it grew back, more chemo and gone again. Finally, her doctors told her there was nothing more they could do. They sent her home with a morphine pump and a bag to go to the bathroom in Candy had been married for years to the man of her heart.

Her soulmate Dan. She loved him with all of her being. He loved his booze and other illegal things.

They divorced but Candy never stopped her love and affection for Dan. She did everything to mend the relationship but it was not to be. Dan loved her too but had other loves. The doctors told hospice no more food or water for Candy. She would lie in bed wracked in pain and ask about her one love, Dan. For 5 weeks Candy hung on. There was no medical reason for her to still be here. Still be on Earth, still alive, still loving Dan.

Every day she asked for him. The doctors and nurses were amazed she was still clinging to life. Everyone would say, "What is she waiting for? Last week Candy took her last breath. And the Ciara story! I can't believe she doesn't burst into tears just looking at it. Despite Lana's sunny exterior, she does seem to cling to mementos of deep sadness.

Her oldest son and his wife go shopping in their mini WalMart -- that totally cracks me up. I'd do the same: "Uh, I know you have, like, thirty cans of shaving cream in there and I'm fresh out. Ooooh, Listerine! Moonchime, I think every human being unless they're rigidly closed off is sentimental, and particularly those who are drawn to the evocative power of perfume.

I'm guessing all of us here have bottles in our collection that are totems of earlier times, both happy and sad. I know I do! You suffered brutal tragedy in your young life, and just holding those pennies, or sniffing that musk oil, is a profound way to spend a little more time with the people you miss. Those kind of talismans are keys that unlock our memories, and hopefully help us to heal.

I share your admiration of Lana. She possesses an irresistible joie de vivre. I was up until 3am last night watching her videos. You can't just stop at one -- it's like eating Cheetos! My Mother wore Youth Dew too amd she was never a mother to me wonder if there is something in the scent???

Scott, 3 Japanese families living in Lana's bathroom would certainly add sitcom hijinks to her already entertaining videos. I, too was concerned about the darkness of the juice in the Youth Dew bottle. At first I assumed it was her mother's actual bottle, but then Lana made it clear that she wore it herself. Husb needs to trade in a few stacks of Irish Spring for a fresh bottle of Youth Dew! Nathan, Lana profile says she's a flight attendant. Wouldn't you just love to be on a plane and see her walking down the aisle?

That would be a fun trip! Jools, there is something magical about how Lana touches so many people. It's her openness and lack of bullshit. Thanks for sharing Lana! What a treasure, she is kind of like a train wreck repulsive, yet compelling I could not turn away.

I still have almost empty bottles of my Grammy's perfume taht I cannot part with, when I smell them it is like her bending over to kiss me godnight I love Lana! I love her. Chefronswife, well, I wouldn't say "repulsive", but I do know that I was involuntarily flinching with each new perfume that Lana picked up in her collection vid, thinking, "Oh no, what desperately sad event will be associated with this bottle?

I think I got a different impression from Dan's upon seeing the husband's cupboard. My thought was "He's ready for the zombie apocalypse! The house is probably reinforced too, with a crow's nest on top from which to empty cartridges, and super-secure basement should the need arise for bombs. He was recently talking about a scientist's projection of human survival if a zombie plague broke out. Apparently our chances are nil, unless we react with extreme violence and no mercy, even for our newly-zombie-fied loved ones.

All zombies must be destroyed. This quite bizarrely segued into a serious discussion of how I would "know" that that the husb was really a zombie, or whether he was just having a bad day.

He insists that I need to perform a series of checks before terminating him, but I maintain that checks equal having my face eaten off. I was touched by Lana too, and watched all the way to the colonoscopy - "no head up ass, quit talking about it! It shows how unrelentingly positive Lana is to have had the best sleep in ages during what must have been a rather intrusive procedure to say the least. I must say though that she was quite dismissive of her husband's shower, saying it was "pitiful" or something - it looks pretty impressive to me.

Her pronunciation of perfume names made me smile in places, especially "Noo-it Orchiddy". And can someone please tell us what the dolphin one is? This is the sort of footage that "wrings your withers", as my mum used to say. Lana is a shining example of the motto "life is what you make of it", and good on the anaesthesiologist brother too! Based on her taste, what kind of quality perfume do you think she'd like?

Even if you don't actually send her perfume, I'd love to hear what's on your imaginary list! Oh my god, this woman is fabulous. I love the way she mixes her life stories in there. Thanks for the link! Melissa W - you should have a look at the latest video on her channel: Lana pays an emotional visit to the orphanage where she spent her young childhood. Nina, I love that question! Let's see here: Lara has a quite range of genres in her collection: spicy orientals, powdery musks, bright white florals, floral aldehydes as well as the aforementioned cotton candy body spray.

She's all over the map, so it's hard to say she's a perfume "type". I'd keep her Chanel No. Those two are really top of their categories. But I'll bet she'd love Chanel No. It's actually not baby powder powdery, but it does have that musk dryness to it.

But its main charm is its unplaceable flowerinesst. Musc Nomade is very nuzzly and pretty. For hella powder, Lana could try Le Labo Labdanum Actually I feel a bit jealous now, I am seriously thinking about skipping all my house and work chores today just to make a video of my collection to ask for your precious advice: But the house needs to be cleaned and my dolls won't paint themselves yep, I am a doll maker Anyway, I am not a good person to suggest fragrances to others, but when I look at Lana, I can almost "smell" it on her!

Hugs, S. I think I saw that on an old "Twilight Zone" once. I don't know if it has something to do with her big blue eyes, or with the touching and sad stories behind her collection, or as I said before, with her wonderful white Chanel suit She looks like someone who could put this one out really well.

By the way, I changed my mind about my video, I just can't do it, I'm too shy Katie, My mom wore L'Heure Bleue too.

I remember as a teenager seeing it on her dresser. Of course I tried all her perfumes and there started my love of Chanel No. And she also wears Youth Dew which I cannot stand. I never wore that. Is it spicy? Maybe that is it. Eau de Serial Killer While I was never close with my Mom, she is still with us.

Now that she is an invalid, I think any chance to repair the damage is past. So I smile and help her however I can and let the past go. I, too, am fascinated with how Lana switches back and forth in her chats from an "ordinary" discussion to very personal insights from her life with the same tone and inflection. She is addicting and I will check out more of her videos. SoS, yes, the idea of "perfume profiling" is intriguing: "Lovely" lovers are romantic, "Youth Dew" wearers are withholding, etc.

But what about the category of serial killers driven to their crimes by the perfumes others are wearing? Good thing there haven't been any sharp objects around me when I've smelled someone wearing Viva La Juicy. Yes, Lana's stream of consciousness style is so compelling. It's also very refreshing to see an older face on our YouTube screens, instead of being lectured to by year-old "experts".

Not that I haven't learned a makeup tip or two from some of those teenagers! Re zombies It depends on the speed of the zombies and the length of the checks.

If it can be done in less time than it takes for the zombie to reach you, I'm all for checking. Despite the importance of preserving oneself, it would be an equal tragedy to kill one's ally in that situation, for without him how can you repopulate the earth once this all blows over?

Also, carrying a blowtorch at all times would be especially useful. You see hubby coming at you from the other end of the hall, and shout "HEY! Yes, yell at a potential zom as it approaches you and yell - "HEY! I laughed and laughed til the brains started coming out of my nose!

My thoughts exactly, xaryax! SoS, remember zombie avoidance protocol: don't tempt the undead by leaving food on your face. I have to say that I think this segment on Lana was a bit distasteful and quite rude. It might have been common courtesy to ask Lana's permission to feature her videos on your blog before you proceeded to "publicly" bash her. However unintentional your rudeness was in what you chose to say about this fabulous lady, it came across as a down right disrespect and very presumptuous.

Hi Beauty Junkie I just checked your blog and saw some of your Tweets as well. I see where you are tweeting that a blogger has used Lana's videos and is bashing her--and you want advice on whether you should tell Lana about it.

I love Lana dearly. I cried with her as I watched her video of her visit to the orphanage in which she grew up. I've kept up with this thread because I adore Lana so much. That said--If you do believe Lana is being bashed, why on earth would you want to present such an idea to her--and cause her to even think for one moment that it is true? We all obviously adore Lana. Wasn't she also writing her memoirs and posting excerpts of it to her blog back then too? She seemed to have a flair for the dramatics.

The "book chapters" read like a bad Lifetime movie. Then she kind of disappeared. Wonder where LanaIndiana is now? Marnie Looks Like a Toe! New Where are they Now video this morning.