Here is a poem that I finished the other day, what is your opinion of it?

CUPID’S
LESSON

Surrender, oh Cupid, your arrows
For my heart does sorely weep
I have carelessly fallen in love
With a man I cannot keep

One request I ask of you
Have mercy and accept
Please make him fall in love with me
For I seem to be inept

He is willful, change not that
But more accepting he must be
Persuade him to fear love less
And in thought to be more free

He is all I have ever wanted
All I wish to apprehend
If not for me then for loves sake
The rules of love must slightly bend

CUPID: I cannot do this thing you ask
In the end free will decides
Love, it is a fragile thing
Without will, then love, it dies

LOVER: I beg of you, persuade a little?
You need not change his mind
Nudge him in my direction
Maybe then our love will bind

CUPID: My dear, he has made his choice
He had his chance and walked away
I cannot perform this thing you ask
For I cannot make him stay

LOVER: But he is all I have ever wanted
All I wish to apprehend
If not for love than as a favor
A single arrow might you lend?

CUPID: This goes against my better judgment
I cannot condone this sport
My arrows are meant for passion
Not for hunting of this sort

Then Cupid turned his back
As the lover wept and grieved
But what Cupid had not known
Was of the arrow she had thieved

She walked away without a word
With a smirk upon her face
The only thought upon her mind
Was of her lovers sweet embrace

She did not think before she pricked him
With the arrow she had thieved
And it wasn’t before long
That again her heart was grieved

Again she went to Cupid
And she admitted what had been done
She explained the arrow worked
Though still his heart she hadn’t won

He was with her, yes he was
And they were lovers, yes indeed
But love cannot perform
When it is taken out of greed

Cupid tried to tell her
The error of her thought
She could not attain true Love
For Lust was whom she sought

OK, so my birthday is in a couple days . Yeah, I'm pretty excited ... the whole world celebrates my birthday you know . Not to seem smug or nothin' ... but that makes me kinda a big deal ... people know me ROTFL. Nah, in all seriousness, I'm pretty humble .

And I have an update! I believe it to be divine intervention, or at least something very similar. Although, it was quite unexpected. I have someone to spend my birthday with. *smiles* He's great. We went out once already, I had a wonderful time. I don't know, there is just something about him that I find intriguing.  He just has this sparkle in his eye, like he is hiding a precious secret; a pleasant surprise. Well I'm excited, I can't wait to see what the New Year holds for me. All I know for sure is that is will be an adventure.

The word "Addiction" doesn't even describe it. If you thought that MySpace, Xanga, Chat rooms, or Google was addicting... just sit tight. There is a button, Oh, a magical little button. This little innocent button just so happens to be more addicting than midget porn. I know, I KNOW! "More addicting than midget porn?" *long silence* "How can this be?" you ask. It's called StumbleUpon. You download a toolbar onto your browser, by doing so you are sucked into a whole new world. It is a world of adventure and discovery, a quest for knowledge that you can attain sitting on your butt in a computer chair! Yes, yes, this is my kind of adventure! *snickers*

This amazing new drug of choice looks like this:

You may think that the toolbar above looks harmless.... WELL IT IS NOT! It is not a toy for the weak, nor for those with an addictive personality! This thing should come with a warning!!!

What you do is this. Click the little heavenly button that reads "Stumble!" and your off! Clicking that button will load a completely random web page that you had no idea existed. If you like it, click the thumbs up button. If you don't like it, well just give it a thumbs down. Doing this will insure your satisfaction. You see, it "learns." (((spooky))) If you stumble across a site full of odd and bazaar news stories and you click the thumbs up, it learns that odd news is something you enjoy. (who ever invented this was pure genius, genius I tell you!)

So far I have learned how to make a robot out of a toothbrush, tie a bow with one hand, among many other things. So I had to blog about it. Anywho, look at this cool thing I found on StumbleUpon. vozMe.com. Check it out, it's pretty sweet. *smiles*

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On a different note. My birthday is coming up on New Years Eve, and I fear that I may be dateless. I thought that I could finally get my New Years Eve kiss this year, but unless a single date that happens to be free on New Years Eve arrives, I may be out of luck. Oh well. I could spend New Years Eve at home again... but it's not just New Years Eve, it's my birthday. I want to go out. I think the last time I was actually OUT on my birthday was almost three years ago. I know, pity isn't it? *sigh* We'll see what happens.

When I was a little girl, Christmas held such excitement. Before bed I would leave cookies and milk out for Santa, sometimes a threatening letter telling him how bad I would be and what I would do to him if he didn't get me some really cool stuff (LOL must be the pirate in me.) I would try to stay awake as long as I could, trying to hear Santa's sleigh. The harder I tried to stay awake the sleepier I got, never failed. In the morning I would get up and gallop downstairs, knowing that Santa had left my presents under the tree the night before... but Santa had a budget, so some of them looked like this. Pissed off (because I fell asleep on the job, thinking I could have actually SEEN him put the presents there,) and with a huge amount of excitement I would rip open my presents. After I was done playing with the cool boxes all that expensive junk came in -- I would get ready to go outside and play in the snow. I built snowmen and made snow angels <--I was totally that talented at four . Then dad would let me help him build a nice toasty fire and we would make some hot chocolate.

I miss the way Christmas was back then. Those were the days. Today is also my brother Philip's 14th birthday. I haven't seen him in 12 years , Happy Birthday Philip. It's not my fault I'm not there, I wish I could sing Happy Birthday with you and give you  presents. I wish I could. You probably will never read this... but I'm thinking about you. So Happy Birthday to my little brother Philip, may his birthday be full of love, joy and excitement. I love you bro.

I haven't had much to post about and I have been busy, but I thought I would talk about some little tidbits.

I've been working on A Pirate Princess: part 7. I'm not even sure if any of you enjoy the story, but part 7 is going to be filled with a little more action then romance. I hope you all like the stories I have written, I don't get much feed back about them.

I have decided that maybe I'll start up my own business... maybe a bookstore or something. I don't know, it's just an idea at the moment. Got any good ideas for a name?

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And another thing. Ever wondered my opinion on a specific subject, or had a question you have always wanted to know the answer to about me? I have been wanting to do a video-blog, I was wondering if you guys could give me a topic or some questions, or both. Any kind of topic or question you wish, doesn't matter how "controversial," I welcome things like that. LOL

So please, comment with a topic of conversation or a personal question... and I'll video blog my opinion or answer. 

Caliana had wonderful dreams that night sleeping beside O'Malley. She dreamed that they were both sailing together through life, treasure ran like a river at their feet, and their names were known by all. When she awoke she smiled, yesterday was wonderful. She hoped, that like the day before, today would be just as splendid. With her eyes still heavy and full of sleep, she turned to embrace him. Her hand was met by a cold sheet. With her eyes still closed she blindly felt about... but there was no one there. Her eyes popped open with a start. O'Malley was gone. She quickly, but quietly, got out of bed. she was hoping that she would find him in the next room sitting in his chair. She tiptoed through the hall and peeked her head around the corner... nothing. She searched every room but couldn't find him. As she got closer to the kitchen she could smell lilac, She breathed a sigh of relief. There was freshly picked lilac on the table, that meant that O'Malley was out for a stroll and would be back shortly. As she drew closer to get a better smell of the wonderfully fragrant flowers, she noticed that the vase was sitting on something that appeared to be a letter. It was addressed to her:

That was O'Malley alright, always trying to be considerate.

She just sat there, too heartbroken to even cry. The truth was she didn't know if she could forgive O'Malley. Now she knew the reason, however, why he only kissed her and left it like that. It was a goodbye. She didn't know what she was going to do now, or where she was going to go. She decided that she would stay there another night and get her ship prepared to sail. She needed supplies. She knew that O'Malley had a cellar where he kept all of his ships sailing requirements, she thought that she might take a peek. After all, when she first arrived, he did tell her to make herself at home.

Staring at the cellar doors, she frowned. They were locked. She didn't want to have to break in... but she didn't mind. She had some gunpowder on her, and flint was common in those parts. She carefully poured the gunpowder into the lock and hit the flint a couple times. Sure enough (((BANG))) the gunpowder ignited and blew the locking mechanism. It was an old trick she learned from one of her mothers swashbuckling crew members, Miguel. He was always very knowledgable concerning the tricks of the trade. She took the lock off of the cellar doors and opened them. He hadn't left much down there, it looked like he had taken the majority of his supplies with him when he left. Even so, there was still enough to get her through her next voyage. She loaded her ship full of supplies, made a few minor repairs, and then decided to turn in for the night. She bathed and washed her clothes, she wanted to feel fresh when she shoved off in the morning. She didn't know where she was going, but she had all night to consider it.

She arose before dawn and hoisted anchor. The day before she had caught wind that Cynara Jane, her mother (the pirate queen they called her,) was rounding up some new crew members on a little island north of Bermuda. Her mother was a legend in her spare time. She had fended off sea monster, pulled off some of the biggest burglaries, battled against hundreds of men single handedly (and won.) She did this all with nothing but her will, her wit, a sword and a pistol. Caliana was thinking about dropping by to see what dear ol' mom was up to this time, an to see if she could join in on the fun if there was any fun to be had.

Falling in love... what a horrible phrase. Falling insinuates that there is a bottom and a sudden stop (((SPLAT))). Crushing on someone... thats not any good either. Crushes are saved for those you can never have. Puppy love maybe? No, that is love that has not reached maturity of heart. Like? No. What is the word or phrase I am looking for? *she ponders* Ascending into companionship?... That's it!

Have you ever met someone, spoke to them one time, and immediately knew that if you had to live with them forever you probably could? What a scary, romantic, probably not an every day occurrence thought. Not only that you could live with them forever, but you would. I found myself speaking to someone recently who has me awestruck. With little effort on his part he is captivating. I am not accustomed to how easy our conversations flow, nor how swift I am to trust him. But what a breath of fresh air, how relaxing it is to be able to trust. What a caring heart I have found in him, caring... but lonely. Oh how I wish to be his comfort, the sweet nothings in his ear, and the shoulder that he leans on. His mind is like an ocean, and I knew that have merely breached the surface... I can hardly wait till I unearth all is secret treasures.  Even though the wealth of him has been taken for granted by some, I hope that he knows that I will appreciate and cherish the abundance of his riches. Now when I speak of wealth and riches, I am not speaking of money. I am speaking of his heart. Like his mind, his heart is deep. He hasn't been far from my thoughts recently... I can't seem to shake 'em. Anyway... I just had to voice my thoughts. The funny thing is I know that he will read this... I just hope he likes what he sees.

I did something I have never done before last night, I had a movie date over the phone. Yeah, I know, it sounds weird. But it was actually kinda fun. We popped in the same movie, synchronized pushing the play button and watched a movie together. It was a pretty fun date. He is an awesome guy, shares my values, makes me laugh and he is loads of fun. I can't wait to talk to him again tomorrow. I feel all school girlish *giggles like a fiend* LOL. Yeah, anyway... he is definitely a keeper I think, we'll see what happens.

Until then I shall seduce him with my awesome feminine wiles that I so abundantly possess .

So, I got my tattoo whadya think?

As some of you may or may not know, I have been thinking about getting a tattoo (a "tat") for quite sometime. I had my heart set on it after my friend John died. Well, I thought of the perfect tattoo. A pomegranate tree that has gone through a long drought, uprooted and replanted, it is now budding and bearing fruit. Cool? I know . I gave a sketch to the artist, Steve Cole (Click here to see some of his artwork.) He is a fabulous artist, and I am very excited to see what he has drown up for me. He should be calling here shortly to let me know when I can stop by and see what my tat will look like.

The reason why I wanted a pomegranate tree instead of some other kind of tree is this:

The pomegranate symbolizes unity or nourishment of the soul. Also represents
immortality, resurrection, and as such is a symbol of rebirth and
renewal familiar from Greek and Roman art, and may symbolize Christ's
Resurrection. The pomegranate is a fruit composed almost entirely
of seeds and was thought to reproduce itself prodigiously because of
this. The pomegranate dimidiated with a rose, meaning that the two half
charges are joined, was one of the badges of Queen Mary of England, who
ruled from 1553-1558.. Seeds serve as a symbol of fertility in many cultures. For example in ancient Greece, the pomegranate was attributed to Hera and Aphrodite (Venus). In ancient Rome newly wed women wore headdresses made from pomegranate twigs, and its juice was consumed as a remedy for infertility. Since the rind of the fruit is tough, but the juice sweet, the pomegranate came to symbolize the priest; severe on the outside, indulgent on the inside. Moses was ordered to put embroidered pomegranates, with golden bells between them, at the bottom of the high-priest’s robe (Exodus 39:26). St. John of the Cross made the pomegranate seeds the symbol of divine perfection.

1 Kings 7:13–22 describes pomegranates depicted in the temple King Solomon built in Jerusalem. Jewish tradition teaches that the pomegranate is a symbol for righteousness, because it is said to have 613 seeds which corresponds with the 613 mitzvot or commandments of the Torah. However, the actual number of seeds varies with individual fruits. For this reason and others, many Jews eat pomegranates on Rosh Hashanah. The pomegranate is one of the few images which appear on ancient coins of Judea as a holy symbol, and today many Torah scrolls are stored while not in use with a pair of decorative hollow silver "pomegranates" (rimmonim) slid down over the two upper scroll handles.

In Persian mythology Isfandiyar eats a pomegranate and becomes invincible. In "The Persian War" Herodotus mentions golden pomegranates adorning the spears of warriors (the immortals) in the Persian phalanx.

Mohammed is said to have recommended the fruit to purge envy and hatred, and is referred to in the Koran as Rumman.