MANGO! It is stringy and tart. Generally it is overused and no where as good as other citrus options.
Day Nine (only slightly late )
This is a concept that has always bothered me. My great grandma was seventy five when I was born. She bowled in three leagues until I was ten. For me I see people at thirteen who are more mature then people who are nearly thirty. I believe each person should be judged (if they must be judged at all) on their own merits, not based on silly things like age or gender. What about you? What is your opinion?
Day Eight
For me choosing a single book that I love is impossible. Choosing one I hate is in some ways easier. There are two that fall in that category. F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. Because the only character I liked (Gatsby) died. And Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight. Because it offended my sensibilities. Vampires Do Not Sparkle! That is the only books I have ever hated. Otherwise I have usually enjoyed and loved all the books I have read.
Day Seven
I have four. A pentacle, a blue rose piercing through a heart, a faery, a blue rose with an infinity symbol surrounding it’s stem.
They each have meaning. Although in truth each of the tattoos were chosen merely because I liked them. Nothing more or less than that.
The pentacle is a symbol of protection. It banishes the negative. My tattoo artist was a high priest, and as he finished the circle, he blessed it.
The faery is a symbol of nature and of belief in the fantastic. Mine is faded and nearly nothing but her wings and toadstool remains.
The blue rose is a symbol of death. Which is also a beautiful sign of life. The one that pierces a heart was my first tattoo. I have wanted it since i was fifteen.
The other one is supposed to symbolize infinite hope.
Words Cast Spells
The Words of Confucius
Day six
This is a bit harder to answer. Historically there are several who fascinate me.
Lady Jane Grey – because for all the tragedy surrounding her, and the grace with which she handled her inability to affect her own life.
Lucretia Borgia – Because she was strong and independent during a time when it was not acceptable for women.
Ellspeth Bathory – Because she was truly Bat shit crazy. Everyone should be fascinated by at least one bit of crazy.
Edgar Allen Poe – Because for all his Talent, he died an unknown. He was an extraordinary writer.
Emily Dickinson – Because she wrote only for herself. She was not published until after she died. Her poetry touched me deeply.
Jack the ripper – because he is an unsolved mystery.
There are quite a few that fascinate me…and I would be here till tomorrow trying to list them all. I am often fascinated by strength (of character and physical) and intelligence.
What are you fascinated by.
Day Five
I would gladly live in Ireland. I likely will never have the money to visit the emerald isles. Still I would gladly live in the country and engulfed in nature. I admire the culture and resilience of the irish.
Day four (May the fourth be with you )
1. I am very diverse in my interests. Art, Anime, animals, old movies, crafts, reading, computers, games, amateur photography, history, science, religion, nature…. and so on.
2. I am a survivor. And that is part of why i write.
3. I am geeky and into several fandoms….but not always am I truly fanatical about the fandoms I enjoy.
4 I don’t do politics… really… just no.
5. I am really into pikachu, miss piggy and Eeyore.
6. I wanted to be a teacher when I was in High school…. mostly because of the amazing English teachers I had then.
7. I am my own worst critic. I do not see much of what I do as being worth being read or seen.
8.I believe that all art, music and writing enriches the lives of anyone it touches.
9. I kill houseplants… unintentionally.
10. I got my nickname in high school. I am called mouse because someone (who became my friend ) chose to on a prank on me. He slipped a dead mouse in my purse. I had a cat at the time who was always giving me a gift. So I just calmly dealt with it. Soon after i was called mouse.
Day three
My first love I believe was the same as most little girls, my father. He is a deep thinker. An intelligent man. He taught me about honesty and diversity. And he was the most handsome man I had ever met.
My first kiss was when I was in second grade. He was in a extra curricular swimming class I was taking. We were bused there. It was on the back of the bus. It was sweet and innocent. I have truthfully forgotten everything else about him. Still the sweetness of the moment remains.
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