We make life so much more
Complicated than it should be,
Convoluted nothingness.
Pitiable Pompousness,
Coupled with graceless ignorance,
Oh! what a pair.
Unrefined nobility,
with minds full of cryptic emptiness.
Absurd thoughts
Spill out of a trivial mouth
Forming aimless, enigmatic babble.
Chests swell with pride,
As they stand immovable
on insignificant postulates.
Foolish faces filled with glee
at the relevance
of their irrelevant "discovery".
We hide a sympathetic smile,
for these poor, ignorant souls,
Behind our attentive facade.
Later we marvel
At the intricate
Insignificance of it all.

Tor' Weller

  Sometimes I can say the stupidest of things. I don't believe I'm a stupid person, so where do the stupid things come from?  It'squite frustrating when stupid things come out of my mouth. Most people who know me would'nt believe this, but I am actually a very shy, easily embarrassed, insecure person. I hide it pretty well behind a facade of goofiness, and sarcasm. I'd put my foot in my mouth, but it is too big, and it would kindof be gross.

  I've always been shy, and I've always been insecure. I have never been a leader, sure, I can be bossy, I'm the oldest child, what do you expect? But when it cmes to being a leader or a follower, I can be seen at the tail end, following along. Pretty pathetic, huh?  Like I told my friend on Wednesday, I'm a profiler, I'm always studying the people around me. Well, I've just profiled myself., and it's not a pretty picture. I hate always feeling insecure, worrying that I'm not pretty enough, or smart enough, or funny enough. I've just kindof fixed a picture of how I think I should be, and I put on that appearance when other people are around.

  Today we were going to a birthday party for our friend, Dan Beam, but we got locked out of our car!!! Grrr! I was pretty sad to miss it. Luckily we're at home, I don't know HOW we are supposed to get to church though! My mom got her hair cut, and I really like it, it's all layered, and it looks good. She's worrie about what dad will think of it though. I'm still bummed about that party, I made an awesome pizza out of scratch, mixed the dough, sprinled the cheese, layered the pepperoni, sprinkles more cheese, layerem=d more pepperoni, it was good.

  My brother fights dirty, somehow I got involved in a wrestling match I didn't want to be in, with my dad, and Taylor butts in, takes me down, and starts bending my wrist backward. It hurts like the um, bejeebers, and he won't stop. It hurt bad enough that I'm positive I screamed for him to stop, but he claims I didn't. Oh well, I got ticked of and managed to put him in a choke hold with my legs, and then I ended up sitting on his head, and dad had to make me get up. Haha.

  I wrote another poem it goes like this:

Ruined but not

Worthless,

Shamed but

Not rejected.

Oh, what great love

The Savior

Holds for us

If only

We could open

Our eyes,

And see it,

Open our ears,

And hear it.

He sings us

His love song,

But it falls

On deaf ears

And cold hearts.

He opens his arms

To embrace

His children,

But we turn

Our backs,

Shoulders stiff.

Oh, what love,

Amazing,

It truly is,

That Jesus

Holds us dear

And loves

Us so.

 

                      Tori Weller

                               3-15-08

  So I'm finaly putting more story on, btw, if you want to read a really good story, got to Authorelf on my friend's list!! Her story is amazing, I love it! Hopefuly I'll be able to write that good someday. And while I'm doing free advertising, if you want some laughs and a new way to sound knowledgeable, ( Joe's getting tired of me using the word smart), then visit Gentiradentis blog. And if your bored and have nothing better to do, read the story below, and the poems afterwards... enjoy!!!!!!!!

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“Oh, Joseph, we are so glad to see you!” A petite woman with graying hair that had once been red wrapped her arms around him. She squeezed him so tight it sent a red hot pain to his ribs and he couldn’t breathe, but he managed to keep his mouth shut. “I am you grandmother-”

No duh, Joe thought,

“-And I am your grandfather”, a man interrupted her. The man was tall with a shaggy brown mustache that matched his graying shaggy brown hair. He looked like a shaggy, unkempt hick until you looked at his crystal green eyes, and realized that if you shaved off the mustache and subtracted twenty or thirty years, he would look like a warrior prince or something like that in another life.

His grandfather stuck out his hand. Joe tentively reached out his and instantly his grandpa grabbed it and delivered a wringing handshake.

“What do they call ya, Joseph, Joe, Joey?” he said the last with a touch of sarcastic humor.

“Joe, sir”.

“None of that now”, the man said sternly. Joe wondered what he could have said to upset this odd guy. “Call me Grandpa Jack.”

“Alright”, Joe said, slightly relieved.

“And I am grandma Brambleberry to you, young man,” the old lady cut in, her eyes twinkling mischievously, reminding Joe of his mom, causing a sharp pain in his ribs as he caught his breath. His grandma looked like an older version of his mom, especially when she smiled. Except that her ears were slightly pointed at the tips in an odd way. His mom’s ears were a little more round.

Suddenly Joe felt like running away and hiding, or screaming his head off, or maybe all three. It didn’t do any good for these loonies to pretend. Mom and dad were dead. Dead! His grandparents had to take him in, why force cheerfulness that wasn’t there? What was the point?

“Come on honey, we’ve kinda got a long trip home, and I’ve got cookies I took out of the oven right before we left. I hope you like chocolate chip?” Grandma Brambleberry asked.

Joe dumbly nodded and picked up his suitcase, mechanically following his grandparents to wherever home now was.

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The drive home took about forty five minutes. Joe tried not to notice how beautiful it was, how green it all looked. There were forests and cliffs in the far distance.

When they pulled into the driveway, Joe couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. He quickly squashed it, but his eyes darted back and forth, taking it all in.

A tall, wide, rambling white house stood on a small, gently sloping green hill. There were lots of windows, and each had a pair of bright green shutters that matched the green door. The green seemed to exactly match the green of the whole place everywhere.

The lawn was huge. Beautiful flowers lined the cobblestone walk up to the house. A few fruit and shade trees were scattered around. Decorative bush like trees, (or maybe they were tree like bushes), made a kind of fence or border around the yard.

But the thing that made Joe catch his breath was a large pasture some way off from the house. It was fenced off by a pristine white fence, which was connected to a small barn that matched the house. Inside the fence about eight horses milled about. Before Joe could take a good look at them, Grandma Brambleberry laid a hand on his shoulder and spoke, making him jump.

“Why don’t you come inside to have a bit of a snack and unpack. After that, your free to be looking around and do a bit of exploring.”

Joe just nodded. He turned around and grabbed his suitcase out of the van and trudged after his Grandfather, who was already walking up the path.

The inside of the house was just as awesome as the outside. Everything was bright and clean, it was cheerful and the plentiful windows let in lots of light.

Grandma bustled in after him. “Joe, why don’t you set that suitcase down right here.” she nodded at a spot just inside the doorway. “Bathroom is down that hall, second door on the right. When you get back we’ll have ourselves a snack”, she continued.

Joe nodded again and walked to the bathroom. It felt good to wash the traveling grime off his hands. He could almost feel the germs having a hey-day. The soap smelled sweet and made a creamy lather that he almost hated to wash off.

When he came back out the small kitchen table was set with three glasses of milk. A plate of chocolate chip cookies sat in the center. Suddenly he realized he had just been standing there staring like an idiot. He flushed and quickly sat down, accidently skewing the tablecloth. He self consciously righted it, cheeks flaming even redder. Talk about an awkward moment! He thought he heard his grandma chuckle but he couldn’t be sure.

 

  So thats all I have right now. Actualy it would be more honest to say thats all I'm putting down, I've actualy got over twenty pages in my notebook. but if you havent had enough literary scribblings shoved down your throat, heres some more..............

                                        Words of Wisdom

When your life

Hits a brick wall,

Hold the hand you love tighter,

Pray harder,

Laugh louder,

Sing more,

Grit your teeth,

And keep on going.

 

 

 

                                          Nothing

Nothing hurts

Like a betrayal,

Nothing wounds

Like stinging words,

Nothing crushes

Like shattered dreams,

Nothing consumes

Like ongoing anger,

Nothing weighs you down

Like despairing sadness,

Nothing destroys

Like hoplessness.

 

 

Thats all, adios!!

 So I have some time to put some of my story down, yea, for whoever reads it that is. But first I wanted to put down a poem I wrote yesterday, which was, by the way, my brother Ben's ninth birthday, yeah!!

What happens when the

Clock stops ticking,

And the sun

Refuses to shine?

What if the clouds turn dark,

And leaves fall off the trees?

What if the tears

Won’t stop falling,

And my smile disappears?

What if my heart

Wants to stop beating?

Will you still hold my hand?

What if colors faded away,

And nothing is as it seems?

What if everything

Turned hard

And cold?

How long would love last?

Alrighty, and now for my story.   

Chapter One

 

“Sir- um sir?”

Joe jerked his head up and saw a pretty blond flight attendant smiling down at him.

“Would you like some refreshments?”

“No thanks”, he mumbled, slouching further into his seat, wishing he could turn invisible. It had been a month since the car accident that had resulted in two fatalities and two injuries. His parents had been the fatalities, he and the oncoming driver had been the injuries.

For two days he had been out of it. He’d had a concussion, a broken arm, and some cracked ribs. The cast on his arm was really itchy, and he was getting used to the ache in his ribcage.

So now he was on his way to live on the edge of the world, or so it seemed. New Zealand, what did he know about New Zealand? Only that his grandparents lived there. That his parents had left for America two years before he was born.

He thought back to when the doctor in charge had first told him his parents had been killed. He had denied it, then realized the truth. He had sobbed and sobbed, and the pain in his ribs had made him cry harder, until he could barely breathe. The nurse had had to sedate him.

He checked his watch, he was two hours from landing. Two hours from meeting his estranged grandparents for the very first time. He tried to stop thinking about it.

Joe pulled his I-pod from his pocket. Amazingly it had survived the crash. It had a little dent and a few scratches, but it worked fine still. As he slipped in the earbuds and turned it on, he tried to forget all the times his mom had teased him about the kind of music he listened to and his slowly deadening mind.

He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, willing himself to fall asleep, but he couldn’t. too many thoughts were racing through his head. He could feel the frustration rising. It seemed ever since the accident he spent most of his time feeling either angry or sad. Those two words didn’t even do justice to how he felt as a matter of fact. When he was angry, it almost scared him, it was so fierce, the rage he felt, he couldn’t shake it. And when he was sad, he felt like the grief would consume him until he couldn’t feel, see, or hear anything.

He thought of all the times he could have spent with his parents, but instead wasted it on things that didn’t even matter.

With all these things swirling around and around in his head, he could hardly sleep, but he managed to doze off and on the last hour of the trip.

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  That's all righ now, hope you guys like the story!!

 

 I got home yesterday afternoon, I was so happy! I missed the hillbillies, fresh air, and my family and friends of course.

While I was there I had an asthma attack and had to go to the ER, not fun. I came out mad because I could'nt stop shaking from the breathing treatments, and because I was just ending up being a big pain in the butt for the Beams, but they assured me that was'nt the case.

Anyway, it was nothing 3 days of Prednisone and an inhaler could'nt supress. I still have trouble breathing and I am coughing alot though.

 I went on all the roller coaster rides, those were my favorites, I also really liked the Pirates of the Carribean ride and the Soaring over California ride. We went into the Bug's Land part of the California Adventure park. We went on a Star War's ride, and a Buzz Lightyear ride, along with a Finding Nemo ride

All in all it was a lot of fun, and I am very glad to be home. I bought suveneirs for a few people, and now that I'm home I can resume work an my poetry and stories, which I am saving for the next, hopefull very soon, entry! ;)

       

Time stood still for a moment,

I held it in my hand,

A single shining drop

As bright and clear

As any diamond,

And as soft

As a drop of silk.

Time stood still for a moment,

I wished it upon a star,

Then the star hung

Suspended in the sky

As still as stone,

And I knew

I had my wish.

Time stood still for a moment,

The minute of bliss

Sitting on my hand.

I wanted to keep it forever

To show it to all who passed.

Worth more than any treasure,

How long could it last?

Time stood still for a moment,

I could see in it like a mirror,

See inside it,

The heart, bursting

With the gentle

Exuberance of

Love.

Time stood still for a moment,

And I took the diamond drop

And hung it around my neck

Like any common jewel.

But I knew it could not last,

For time must go on,

Like a mighty rushing river.

Time stood still for a moment,

And then I gave it back,

That single minute of bliss,

For I knew there would be another,

Though never one quite

The same.

And the star flew by again.

Time stood still for a moment,

And then it flew on by,

I wish that I still had it,

To have, to hold, to love,

But I shall have another,

Be sure of this,

For I am.

 

That was the poem I was going to write yesterday. You know, I was just packing my bags to leave on tuesday, and I am kind of freaking out, I know i sound like a big wuss, but I will be away for ten days, longer than ever before. I know, Iknow, buck up Tori, this is Disney Land you are talking about. While I am there my parents said the don't want me on the internet, so I will have to blog when I get back.  I don't think I havetime to put my story up, we are kind of busy.                                                                                                                               

I think it is the most disgusting thing in the world to eat Sardines. Just had to get that off my chest. My mom and little bro and sis enjoy them, relish them, eat them with a flourish, taunt the rest of us sane homosapiens with them, they- ahem I think you get my point.

  So I'm sick, which really stinks, especially since  am leaving on the Big Journey of A Lifetime on Tuesdsay. I am kind of panicking  because I want to go to work tomorrow but mom won't let me, she says I need to rest.

  So Taylor was telling me some [un]interesting fact about boxing, and then he decided to show off his [not so]great and [un]mighty moves on the poor little defensless sick girl. And then when I try to fight back he jerks my arms behind me till I thought they were going to break off! When I informed him that they were sore  he grins his lovely little evil smile and says, 'I know" Grr.

   I'm sore because I was doing a Kem -po workout with my dad and sibs. It was really wierd, I think I hd an asthma attack when I was doing it, all of a sudden I could'nt breathe, it happened twice. Hmmm

Last night I wrote another poem, but since my mom is anxiously, (and patiently) waiting for the computer, I suppose that I will have to put it on here later, that and my story. Sorry.

  I forgot to mention that my mom and I have a store, and I'm going to put  the adrress here so people can look around.

www.hickchickssoapbarn.com

 So since nobody gave me ideas for my story, *sniff* I decided to to take Joe's advice and write a story about him. Just kidding, I would'nt do that to all the poor innocent people online. (JK, Joe, JK!)

  But just for laughs I named the main character Joe.Because I'm mean that way. You know, I just realized that I never named my stiory. Hmmmmmm. I think I shall call it ....

Omigosh, I'm kinda watchin the superbowl right now and I saw the funniest commercial. Budlight was saying that in addition to all the great benifits of their beer (gag) it now made you breathe fire. It shows this couple having a romantic dinner and this guy lights the candles by breathing on it and the lady's like

  "wow" in a breathy voice. and then a cat walks by and the guy's like,

"Do you have a cat"? and he starts sneezing everywhere spitting fire. then it shows the lady clutching the cat and both if them are glaring at him and their hair is all standing up and fried.. goodtimes.

Anyway, what to name the book. hmmm, I think I shall name it, Faerie, By T.J Weller. yep, I might change it, ya never know.

 So I hope evryone enjoys the superbowl, I'm bummed I did'nt get to go to the FB party today. I'm going for the patriots.

Alright, everyone ready for the story? Here we go:

 

 

Faerie

 

By T. J Weller

 

Epilogue

“Joe, would you take those headphones out and look around, it’s beautiful here!”

Joe sighed; his mom was always harping on him about listening to his I-pod.

“It’s not like there aren’t trees in Florida”, he said lightly, though secretly he was irritated.

“Your mom’s right, look around, Oregon’s beautiful, especially in the winter.”

“Sure it’s beautiful, that doesn’t mean I want to live here”, Joe growled, angry now.

“None of us have a choice, my job-”

“Dictates where we go” Joe finished in unison, “I know” He slumped back, feeling his throat clench and tears threatening to embarrass him. He ground his teeth, replacing the sadness with burning anger at the unfairness of it all. “I hate your job”.

“Joe”, mom turned in her seat to face him, her eyes filled with tears, I know this is going to be difficult, but can we please make it as easy as possible?”

Joe felt a stab of shame, his mom and dad were just as sad as he was, and he was making it even harder for them.

“Yeah”, he sighed, “I’m sorry”.

Mom smiled and blinked away her tears. Her red hair caught the sunlight and framed her delicate face. Joe remembered how as a little kid he was so proud of how beautiful his mom was, still is. Secretly, he still felt proud, but he was supposed to be too old to care.

Steve, Joe’s dad, started pointing out things that he thought was special about Oregon. He didn’t see the ice until the car slipped and skidded sideways across the highway.

Marcie shrieked. The air seemed to turn into stone and Joe fought to breathe, he felt sick to his stomach. The sun blinded him for only a second. When he could see again he was shocked. Oregon had disappeared. They were careening off a cliff facing another cliff. Both cliffs gave way to a sparkling sea. The opposite cliff was framed by a dense dark forest that seemed to go on for forever. A black horse reared up against the sky.

It took only a second for him to take it all in, then Oregon was back and a car was rushing right for them. Like a television, everything fuzzed out, then went black.

 

That's part one, the epilogue. this is my first published story, so I'm a little self conscience, so if you've got any mean comments, keep em to yourself!

 

So, nobody has given me any story ideas, is the world really that uncaring?? *sniff* Ok, pity party over.So, people need to give me IDEAS!! Come on, dust out the cobwebs in the old noggin! I could just think up an idea on my own, but I want you guys to havea story you helped plan. Joe, get on the ball, and no, I'm not going to writea story about you, nobodys that cool!

So, how about a historical novel, a fairytale, an allegory? Help me out here. I would like to get the story started before I leave for Disneyland. I might be able to work on it on the road, but you never know. I'm leaving Febuary 13, Abrahams Lincoln's b-day. I will miss valentines day, and a comedian coming to town, but I think I'll miss my friends and family most :(. I'm sure I'll have loads of fun though. I plan on getting select friends some suveneirs.

I got a load of books at the library, it is very rare that the library has so many interesting books. I miss the library in Port Orchard where we used to live, it was on the water front of the puget sound, and it was beautifully decorated, and you could see the ferries going back and forth, and their was lots of books, and friendly librarians, the librarians here are cranky!

Anyway, I'm almost done with the second of my novels and I got the books two days ago. I like Amish and historical novels. Most modern novels are trash in my opinion.

Not in a funny mood today, things at home are kind of turbulent, I would appreciate any prayers on my behalf.

 Hey everyone, sorry, but I forgot to mention that I wanted to start an online story, and I need ideas. So, since when people usualy hear that and go  "Oh, thats nice, I'll have to read it when someone else gives her an idea", I decided to sweeten the pot and give a surprise prize to whoever gets the best idea!! Please, I know I said I'm a horse lover, but I do not write horse stories, dont ask me why, I just can't for some reason.

So today the bulb in our heater in our well house burned out and our pipes froze, so we did'nt have any water. I came in from feeding the horses and found out that I could'nt take a shower!! we had to leave for the dentist and I had had  my hair up. My hair is curly, and when I take it out from  a bun,it looks like I had a white girl Affro. It was BAD!! I did what I could with a brush, a hair straightener and a water bottle.  *shudder* I should have taken pictures so that you all could have laughed at me!!

  Today my brother was in an annoying mood, so he went up to our mom and said in his best sales person's voice:

"Are you tired of winter?"

Mom, proccupied on the computer, absentmindedly answered yes.

"Are you longing to see the sun?"

Once again mom said yes.

"Then call this 1-800 number right now!"

"Taylor, go away, your being annoying!"

Got to love it at the Weller house.

There are good things about this house, very good thing. Like this : Despite a very tight budget, we always eat good at our house. Like tonight, we'r having grilled goose butchered here at the farm, flat bread made with flour ground shortly before, and huumus. I am making lovely little finger meringues, and we are probably going to have about 60. we'r going to have company tomorrow, so the more the merrier.

Today I went to work, (it's lovely when you can chooses your own work schedule!) I have now saved up $162.52 for Disneyland, yay. Mom and I were talking about it and we agreed that I HAVE to get a deep-fried candybar while I'm there. (I know, I know, why take a perfectly unhealthy piece of chocolate and make it even more unhealthy?)

So today was like freezing, and I saw a guy wearing shorts! Shorts! Something else was bothering me and it took me a while to realize what it was. His legs were shiny and shaved!

Here are some things I really dont like:

Stuck up snooty girls who cant see past their noses in the air

People who never want to try anything new.

Know it alls and Bossy people,

Bullies

people who attack the innocent

Onions

Au Grautin Potatoes

Here are things I really, really like:

Chocolate

Friends and family to joke around with

books and writing utensils

Quiet

Computer time

Horses, and rodeos

Shopping and clothes

Little kids and babies

LOVE swing dancing

My moms Hummus

Peaurta Vallarta's Salsa

Baking and Cooking.

 The list of goods way outweighs the bad, as you can see.

So I noticed lots of people have begun calling me Sunshine, whats up with that? I wonder if its because everyone forgets the horribly long name Tori so they just call me Sunshine to ease their guilty conscience.. nah, I'm sure their just being nice.. I think...

So... we had a homegroup at our house last night, very fun. Usually its at our neighbors house. All sorts of lovely things to eat, but Joe did'nt seem to impressed by them, wonder if he's on a diet? LOL, JK. So I wrote another poem today, again I did'nt name it, someone else can name it

 

Death bares

It's sharp toothed grin,

Another victory,

Another victim.

It reachesout a dead

Cold hand.

Gnarly, twisted fingers

Grasp greedily,

Onemore body

Buried deep in

Cold dead ground.

But a shriek of defeat

Rends Hell in two

Grasping fingers break

Reaching no more.

Death turns backward

Life begins again

Souls belong to a Savior

Who died,

But no hand

Could stay Him,

No fingers grasped

His righteouss robe.

Battle is done

The victory won,

The gift of eternal life

Given to everyone.

Now men choose

Life or death,

Greedy grasping hand,

Or the nail scarred palm

Of the Son of Man.

 

So that's it. My mom liked it, so I figured it's worth putting on here. It's definitely not a Dickinson or a Brown. Words come easier when I write them down. I suck at communicating though.

 

So today was pretty boring, I did school, wrote a couple poem, went to work, got filthy, took a shower, and then lazed around.

So.. questions, Joe, or Joseph, hehe, what does Gentiradentes mean, looked it up in the dictionary and could'nt find it. Oh, and the scientific explanation of an updraft is: A current of rising air.  Duh, Ihtought you would know that Joe, I thought you know everything!

 

Hey everyone who bothers to read this!! I wrote a new poem while I was bored doing school, hey! don't be judging, it's english! While were on the subject Joe, how do you do school online, please explain, and no fancy talk, I'm not as smart as you, even if I am taller.

Now for that poem. I did'nt give it a name, after all it's an inanimate object, but someone else can name it if they want!

 

When someone says

"I'm sorry"

Look deep into their eyes,

And see the dripping sympathy

Your broken heart despises.

When someone says

"I'm sorry"

See the hostility

Of an apology ill-meant

And grudgingly given to you

 But look and see sincerity

In the eyes of someone you love

And drink deep of the prosperity

And give thanks to God above.

 

Yeah, that's it, yay for me. Ahem, sorry, blond moment, I get those alot, but the doctor says ther's nothing he can do about such a severe case like me. *sigh*

 

See everyone later!

 

  Well, today was busy, every Tuesday is. I go to a friends house to help out with her six kids. It's really fun, all the kids love me, and every Tuesday I'm met with hugs and screams of delight that "Tori's here, Tori's here!" In Febuary I'm going to Disney Land with all of them to kind of be an "On the Road Nanny".  of course I was only too thrilled to say yes!!! All I have to do is bring spending money as far as costs go!

  Tomorrow is Awanas. my two little siblings go and I am a LIT.. Leader in Training. I do the kindergarten age, and I love it.

  Sunday we are having a friend over name d Joe, hopefully we can mess around with the Quad we got for Christmas. Apparently the guy has his own quad, and he does'nt think ours is very impressive.

  I have a favorite poem by Emily Dickinson, I don't know why I like it so much, but I really do! It goes like this:

 They say that "Tima Assuages"-

Time never did assuage

An actual suffering stengthens

As Sinews do, with age-

 

Time is a test of trouble

But not a remedy-

If it prove, it prove too

There was no malady.

 

                                                                              Emily Dickinson

                                                                                          C. 1836

For a long time I gave up blogging. Something wierd happened so that whenever I logged in it took me to my dad's bog instead of mine! My old mane was Starshower.

Right now I'm trying to juggle blogging and making Biscotti for my potluck/Swingdance tomorrow. the theme is Italian, yummy!

I love dancing, which is why I love Music. Or maybe it's the other way around, hhmm, food for thought.

I'm currently writing a book called Amber's Hero, and it's a horse story, of course. Actually, I don't really write horse stories, I like fantasy and Romance stories. Not the trashy ones of couse!

I almost let the chocolate I'm going to dip my Biscotti in burn, eek!

I think before I go I'll put a poem in.

What happens to a drop,

After it falls from the skies?

What becomes of the tear,

That somebody cries?

 Where do the words go,

After they fall from our lips?

What befalls our memories

After adventures and trips?

What happens to the love

That slowly des away?

Where does the sun go

At the end of each day?

What happens to the pain

After our hearts heal again?

What happens to my thoughts

After they leave this pen?

Wgere does our happiness,

Joy, loss and pain,

Where do they go?

From them, what do they gain?

My Biscotti is done. yummy ! orange biscotti dipped in Chocolate!! Eat your hearts out!