My ex-boyfriend contacted me via my own website after having found my name at Dragonmount. Yes, I had to ask as he didn't know I was married. But anyway, he asked me about my best friend in highschool and for a few of my college years. I've not spoke to her since after I went away to school on Long Island. It's sad.

Well today I had to urge to google her. It took me a long time to get the right information, but it was there, with enough cross referencing of materials and information that I knew of her last location, I think I've got a reletevly recent address.

I've contacted my best friends from Junior High, well I got one of them, and they had the contact information of the other, so for a while we were keeping in touch. It saddens me that we don't keep in touch better. But life goes on and childish things need to be put aside.

But my main question to myself is do I write her a letter and send it to her address I found? I mean if I really wanted to contact her it might take months, but I could send a letter to her parents, or even call them up, I'm sure they still live where they use to. Most of us small town folk tend to stay where they live most of their lives.

So now I'm posed with the dilema of what to do. I'd love to hear what she's up to and how things are progressing for her. Well see what I come up with. And Kel if you are reading this, shoot me an email.

It's been two weeks since my interview with Televox and I've not been called back for the second interview? I sent out two emails and still nothing, not even a bounced email. Do I give up? Start working on what I had intended to be doing when they called me for the interview.

Shea beleives I can get extra money for our household by freelancing. I honestly don't think I can. I'm not an advertiser or marketer. I know what I know how to do but I'm not sure if I can sell myself as I'm always the person who will criticize myself the most. I dunno. I really want to do web design as a career, and I'd prefer the experience of a company before venturing off on my own, but the chances of that happening are kinda small now. Three interviews, one job offer that I turned down. One said they'd hired someone else, and the third well they've yet to call me back, so much for wanting to get this job position filled quickly *shrugs* oh well.

I guess on Monday I will look into getting a Business Liscense so I can practice Web Design from my house. I will have to get a PO Box in order to make it so it looks like I don't work out of my house.

I guess it's time to start working on my own coporate identity. Starting off with my portfolio will help I'm sure.

Matalina found herself in the lavish rooms her grandfather had given her father when he came of age. Matalina had called no other place home and her father Richard had only be 16 when her mother had died, leaving him to care for a baby. But Richard didn’t mind the responsibilities, he looked on it with challenge. Most did not know who Matalina’s mother was, she didn’t know herself. It had been kept from her all of her life, and those who did know kept the Prince’s secret well.

Matalina removed the clothes she had worn on the practice yards. The shirt and breeches would not do well at the formal dinner table, and her grandfather King Merrick would frown upon such attire in the presence of guests. Matalina smiled at the thought of her grandfather getting puffy with anger, turning as red as the most beautiful rose in the garden. It was not laughing matter, but it made Matalina smile that she had such power over her elders.

Matalina’s servants helped her don an emerald green dress with a matching black leather belt studded with emeralds. Unlike other girls at the age of 16 Matalina wore a sword. It was unheard of for a girl or a woman to fight with the Knights, but Matalina did. She would never become a Knight in Selenia, but she hoped one day to fulfill that desire. Until then she was given leeway in the practice grounds and among the Palace grounds. Matalina sheathed her sword her father had given to her on her six birthday in a matching emerald encrusted sheath. The ring of steel on the metal casing inside the sheath made the servants look up. There were only two causes of it, one was Matalina’s fury, the other was her putting it away. They only hoped for the latter, the former would cause them to run with fear. Seeing her putting the sword away the servants eased.

Matalina placed two daggers crossed against the small of her belt tucked underneath the belt she’d choosen. Each dagger clipped in place over the belt to hold the sheaths in place for easy access. A servant placed a small tiara on Matalina’s head and brushed the remaining hair into long sweeping flows at her back. With a final glance in the mirror Matalina smiled, but it did not reach her ice-blue eyes, it rarely did when she wasn’t truly happy. And Matalina was only truly happy with her sword unleashed in the fury of a duel.

Matalina opened the door from her room and began her journey to the Dinning Hall, two shadows that stood on either side of the door stepped in behind Matalina and followed her to her destination.

The taint of the burnt flesh was carried across the sea to the mainland, but the smell had long since vanished. The wind carried nothing but the sweet scent of the nearby rose gardens of the palace now. No one noticed the rosy smell on the practice yards, the only thing anyone noticed there were the men practicing on the grounds. Wooden practice swords lay in racks on the side of the yard along with other types of practice weapons. The wooden sounds of practice sword hitting practice sword echoed through the walls of the palace grounds.

The clang of metal on metal rang through the yard as a pair began a duel with real swords. Only the best could spar and not damage. Both men with the real swords were covered from head to toe in dark colors each wearing a long brimmed hat to keep out the sun from their eyes. The shorter of the two men was correcting and bantering with his opponent, holding a running dialog as their swords met and disengaged from one another. The other man didn’t appear to be offended by the corrections nor did he seem to mind the conversation. Although as the duel progressed, his end of the conversation began to lag.

Circling one another the taller man attacked, leaving his right side completely open to a forward thrust by his opponent, “You still leave your right side open; it’s hard to believe you are a Knight with that fatal flaw.”

“Nothing is ever good enough for you, Mat.”

“Not when it comes to the sword, Eric, you must be perfect of you will die, sooner or later. And in your present condition it may be soon rather than later.”

“Why thank you.”

The shorter man pulled off his hat revealing a flow of long golden blond hair. This man was not a man, but a woman. The crowd around the duelers didn’t gawk or awe in the face of the woman, they only turned to their own lessons and duels that had been interrupted by the clanging of real swords. The Princess on the practice yards was a familiar sight to all men who trained there. They had only watched to see the Prince of Watia against their beloved Princess.

“You are welcome. Come, we’ve a dinner to attend and then the Alliance talks begin, and I must unfortunately attend.” Matalina paused as she thought, then spoke to Eric, “You can join me if you like. It would prove to your father you are a worthy Heir by taking it on your own self to participate in the alliance talks.”

“I will only attend because you asked me to accompany you, not for my father’s sake, I’ve no interest in running the kingdom.”

Matalina nodded, “Yes, I know, it’s unfortunate that you don’t take the honor bestowed you, for you kingdom will soon fall after your ascension to King if you do not find the interest soon.” Matalina put on her hat to block her ice-blue eyes from the sun as they walked back into the rose gardens where they had entered the practice grounds. The Prince followed a little disgruntled by the Princesses comments, but he said nothing as they continued to their rooms.

A dark cloud rose over the horizon as a child looked out over the sea. The cloud moved like no storm the child had ever seen. It rode over the water as if it were caressing it. The closer the cloud came the more it began to look like sails of ships. The child couldn’t believe his eyes and he ran home to get his parents.

The child lived on the other side of the village and had to run through the busy paths to get there. It was mid-afternoon and they were at their busiest. Street sellers and buyers were wandering around the wooden sidewalks and the dirt roads were busy with horses and carts of all varieties. Men and women strolled hand in hand and children ran between people here and there playing their games, all of them oblivious to what was coming from the sea. The child weaved in and out of the crowd as he ran home.

By the time he had reached his house he was panting. The house was empty and the fresh scent of blueberry pie was wafting through the house. The boy sat down at the table to catch his breath and couldn’t help but notice there was a freshly cut piece sitting at his spot at the table. A glass of milk sat next to the plate. Such a tempting sight, the boy forgot all about the ships on the horizon and dug into the blueberry pie and washed it down with a glass of milk.

By the time his parents came home the boy was off playing with his friends and the ships were long forgotten. No one had noticed the rolling cloud of dark ships off of their coast, no one but that one lone child, who was tempted by a blueberry pie.

During the night bells began to ring and shouting from every direction rang through the village streets. People shouting, “We’re under attack!” Fires broke out in every house as the attackers set fire to the buildings. Men in dark clothing ran through the streets with black swords and killed any man, woman or child not wearing the dark clothes of his comrades. All that could be heard now was the screaming of dying men and women. The screeching of children who had just saw their parents killed by the men in black.

As the sun rose the next morning nothing but ashes lie where the village once stood. Decapitated bodies strewn about on the roads. The smell of burnt flesh permeated the house that less than 16 hours ago held the scent of a freshly baked blueberry pie. The bones of a child charred to a crisp sat in a corner and the empty blueberry pie tin lay next to him.

Matalina found herself in the lavish rooms her grandfather had given her father when he came of age. Matalina had called no other place home and her father Richard had only be 16 when her mother had died, leaving him to care for a baby. But Richard didn’t mind the responsibilities, he looked on it with challenge. Most did not know who Matalina’s mother was, she didn’t know herself. It had been kept from her all of her life, and those who did know kept the Prince’s secret well.

Matalina removed the clothes she had worn on the practice yards. The shirt and breeches would not do well at the formal dinner table, and her grandfather King Merrick would frown upon such attire in the presence of guests. Matalina smiled at the thought of her grandfather getting puffy with anger, turning as red as the most beautiful rose in the garden. It was not laughing matter, but it made Matalina smile that she had such power over her elders.

Matalina’s servants helped her don an emerald green dress with a matching black leather belt studded with emeralds. Unlike other girls at the age of 16 Matalina wore a sword. It was unheard of for a girl or a woman to fight with the Knights, but Matalina did. She would never become a Knight in Selenia, but she hoped one day to fulfill that desire. Until then she was given leeway in the practice grounds and among the Palace grounds. Matalina sheathed her sword her father had given to her on her six birthday in a matching emerald encrusted sheath. The ring of steel on the metal casing inside the sheath made the servants look up. There were only two causes of it, one was Matalina’s fury, the other was her putting it away. They only hoped for the latter, the former would cause them to run with fear. Seeing her putting the sword away the servants eased.

Matalina placed two daggers crossed against the small of her belt tucked underneath the belt she’d choosen. Each dagger clipped in place over the belt to hold the sheaths in place for easy access. A servant placed a small tiara on Matalina’s head and brushed the remaining hair into long sweeping flows at her back. With a final glance in the mirror Matalina smiled, but it did not reach her ice-blue eyes, it rarely did when she wasn’t truly happy. And Matalina was only truly happy with her sword unleashed in the fury of a duel.

Matalina opened the door from her room and began her journey to the Dinning Hall, two shadows that stood on either side of the door stepped in behind Matalina and followed her to her destination.

The taint of the burnt flesh was carried across the sea to the mainland, but the smell had long since vanished. The wind carried nothing but the sweet scent of the nearby rose gardens of the palace now. No one noticed the rosy smell on the practice yards, the only thing anyone noticed there were the men practicing on the grounds. Wooden practice swords lay in racks on the side of the yard along with other types of practice weapons. The wooden sounds of practice sword hitting practice sword echoed through the walls of the palace grounds.

The clang of metal on metal rang through the yard as a pair began a duel with real swords. Only the best could spar and not damage. Both men with the real swords were covered from head to toe in dark colors each wearing a long brimmed hat to keep out the sun from their eyes. The shorter of the two men was correcting and bantering with his opponent, holding a running dialog as their swords met and disengaged from one another. The other man didn’t appear to be offended by the corrections nor did he seem to mind the conversation. Although as the duel progressed, his end of the conversation began to lag.

Circling one another the taller man attacked, leaving his right side completely open to a forward thrust by his opponent, “You still leave your right side open; it’s hard to believe you are a Knight with that fatal flaw.”

“Nothing is ever good enough for you, Mat.”

“Not when it comes to the sword, Eric, you must be perfect of you will die, sooner or later. And in your present condition it may be soon rather than later.”

“Why thank you.”

The shorter man pulled off his hat revealing a flow of long golden blond hair. This man was not a man, but a woman. The crowd around the duelers didn’t gawk or awe in the face of the woman, they only turned to their own lessons and duels that had been interrupted by the clanging of real swords. The Princess on the practice yards was a familiar sight to all men who trained there. They had only watched to see the Prince of Watia against their beloved Princess.

“You are welcome. Come, we’ve a dinner to attend and then the Alliance talks begin, and I must unfortunately attend.” Matalina paused as she thought, then spoke to Eric, “You can join me if you like. It would prove to your father you are a worthy Heir by taking it on your own self to participate in the alliance talks.”

“I will only attend because you asked me to accompany you, not for my father’s sake, I’ve no interest in running the kingdom.”

Matalina nodded, “Yes, I know, it’s unfortunate that you don’t take the honor bestowed you, for you kingdom will soon fall after your ascension to King if you do not find the interest soon.” Matalina put on her hat to block her ice-blue eyes from the sun as they walked back into the rose gardens where they had entered the practice grounds. The Prince followed a little disgruntled by the Princesses comments, but he said nothing as they continued to their rooms.

A dark cloud rose over the horizon as a child looked out over the sea. The cloud moved like no storm the child had ever seen. It rode over the water as if it were caressing it. The closer the cloud came the more it began to look like sails of ships. The child couldn’t believe his eyes and he ran home to get his parents.

The child lived on the other side of the village and had to run through the busy paths to get there. It was mid-afternoon and they were at their busiest. Street sellers and buyers were wandering around the wooden sidewalks and the dirt roads were busy with horses and carts of all varieties. Men and women strolled hand in hand and children ran between people here and there playing their games, all of them oblivious to what was coming from the sea. The child weaved in and out of the crowd as he ran home.

By the time he had reached his house he was panting. The house was empty and the fresh scent of blueberry pie was wafting through the house. The boy sat down at the table to catch his breath and couldn’t help but notice there was a freshly cut piece sitting at his spot at the table. A glass of milk sat next to the plate. Such a tempting sight, the boy forgot all about the ships on the horizon and dug into the blueberry pie and washed it down with a glass of milk.

By the time his parents came home the boy was off playing with his friends and the ships were long forgotten. No one had noticed the rolling cloud of dark ships off of their coast, no one but that one lone child, who was tempted by a blueberry pie.

During the night bells began to ring and shouting from every direction rang through the village streets. People shouting, “We’re under attack!” Fires broke out in every house as the attackers set fire to the buildings. Men in dark clothing ran through the streets with black swords and killed any man, woman or child not wearing the dark clothes of his comrades. All that could be heard now was the screaming of dying men and women. The screeching of children who had just saw their parents killed by the men in black.

As the sun rose the next morning nothing but ashes lie where the village once stood. Decapitated bodies strewn about on the roads. The smell of burnt flesh permeated the house that less than 16 hours ago held the scent of a freshly baked blueberry pie. The bones of a child charred to a crisp sat in a corner and the empty blueberry pie tin lay next to him.

I don't think I've every finished a book so quickly as I did A Stroke of Midnight. I started it around 3pm last night and read until about 5pm and then maybe a little more than an hour after we got food.

I picked it up again around 5am and was done reading it by 1pm. The Story was great it picked up exactly where the last book left off and a murder right off the bat. It's not the typical who dunit type book as its really not the main plot of the story.

The gist of the main story is that The Queen of Air and Darknes, Merry's aunt, has set her son, Cel, and Merry against each other. They are racing to produce an heir and marry the man/woman that gives them that heir as their King/Queen. Currently Cel is in prision for giving humans a forbidden substance. So Merry has a lot more time to actually get with child. There were I think 4 sex scenes in the story. One with Mistral, one with a new face one of the old vegitive deities, one with Nicca, Galen and Kitto (yes at the same time) and one with Adrais and the vegitive deity from before. I can't spell his name and I'm not going to try.

Merry is sleeping with almost all of her guards. The only one in this book that she slept with that was not her guard was Mistral, and he more than likely will not grace her bed again, but having returned him to his powers he probably will feel little need, tho we'll see in the future books.

Of her guards tho my personal favorites are Frost and Doyle and they love Merry, and Merry loves them. I hope she doesn't have to choose between the two, and from one of the thoughts Merry had I beleive she won't have to if she becomes Queen of the Unseelie Court, maybe even if she doesn't.

If there is at least one person in your life whom you consider a close friend, and whom you would not have met without the Internet, post this sentence in your journal.

Jenn and I are discussing what Jason really wants DM to be. The main thing she beleives is that Jason wants DM to be the end all and be all place to be to get your Wheel of Time fix. A portal site to other places.

From his last description of orgs that he posted, it fits well with his idea. Though his idea for orgs being their own identity I feel is not how DM should be. I think Kat agrees that the community is a whole thing, and needs to be kept together. I don't forsee the orgs moving away from DM so easily, the RP could function fine with out the Dragonmount name but I think it would lose some members. But that's deviating from the topic.

Jason's vision of a DM being a portal site has given me a new idea on how to implement the new design, it's alot more complicated than I really want to do, but if it's done right, it could be the best thing for DM. A user customizable portal tailored around the Wheel of Time. The users get to give it their feel their touch and it will still be Dragonmount. It's alot of work and alot of sketching out I'm going to have to do on flow charts and diagrams and the like. But maybe it'll work and maybe I get get my meager amount of help going on DM7.0. (by meager I mean small numbers not quality of their work).

So on to trying to figure out how to code the sucker lol.

Once again I'm playing with my own visual display of CSS for the Zen Garden.

It looks decent right now (Sample.html) but it acts weird in IE and it's hacked up in order to do what I wanted.

Basically to get the positioning where I wanted it I had to use a border on all my divs. Not sure why it's happening that way. I guess it's mostly cause I changed my layout from it's original when I went into this instead of starting it that way.

And IE when you scroll shows a shows some weird affects that I'm not sure how they got there. Basically there is an extra purple line that when you scroll it past the top disappears and when you scroll it to the bottom it reappears and takes over the screen. It also tends to add a purple background when you open another window on top of it and close it. Really annoying.

I'll have to take a look at the code again and probably redo it so that it turns out the way it is suppose to.

Yesterday I woke up as usual, made Shea's lunch and his coffee then set to sit down at my PC to make my internet run, as I usually do while I wait to see Shea off. Well, low and behold my PC was acting up, it wasn't connecting to any page and it was acting seriously weird.

After Shea left I went back to bed, hoping that the cable would be back when I woke up. It wasn't. So I called the cable company and got a busy signal. I eventually got through and they told me that their entire network was down. Oh yay!

I eveuntually got ready and went grocery shopping. It started to rain and I was glad I had left when I did. Shea got home about 1/2 hour after I got home, asking about going shopping which I'd already done.

We watched a movie then decide it was time to go out and get his hair cut. It had been raining all afternoon and the streets were flooded. We went to The Don's where Shea gets his hair cut but they weren't open, so we treked all the way to Walmart on flooded streets. It wasn't so bad, it was a decent ride even if it was slow going. It's not that far, but we were there for almost an hour or so and when we came home the roads were much worse.

We turned on to 14th street and went a few blocks before the water started getting worse. A car was stopped in the middle of the street and I mentioned it to Shea but he kept going. A car passed on the other side and sent waves our direction. And then the car stopped. We sat around trying to figure out what to do next and Shea eventually got out into the water and pushed the car. A while later we turned down Jackson where the street was a little drier. But still the car would not start. We called Saturn's roadside assistance and they called for a tow truck. It would be there in 2 hours. So we waited. Shea called his brother and he came and got Shea and they went to pick up his truck, while I waited with the car.

I don't know how long we waited, but the tow truck finally came and we got the car to the GM dealership.

This morning I had to call the dealership and the insurance company. Saturn's are finicky cars, meaning you need special tools to change the oil, so knowing that I didn't want to send my car to someone who couldn't even change the cars oil, so I opted to stay at the GM dealership. Well, they aren't one of Allstates premium shops and thus an adjuster needs to go see the car. *sighs* In one to four days the insurance adjuster will go out and see the car, there's nothing visibly wrong with it, but the dealership won't touch it until they come out. So we have to wait.

The only good thing is that if I need to I can get a rental car. Right now I don't need it, but if Televox calls back I will. And to top if all off, Shea's truck is acting up still. We've got his Dad's truck for a while, so at least we've reliable transportation around.

Such a crappy day. I just got my internet back up been trying all day.

Woot! The next Meridith Gentry book by Laurel K Hamilton will be out on April 12th. I think I need to reread the beginning books. Not that it's difficult to remember but cause it's such a good book.

*wonders if she can read three books in a week* Probably not but then Shea could read it first, hmmmm...

Jenn and Jimmy will be taking a little vacation in Florida and we have all decided to get together on Saturday. Being that Jenn's allergic to dogs I don't expect we'll stay here longer than it takes to show them the house. I'd hate for her to be all stuffy and stuff cause of Diamond.

Not sure where we will take them but I'm sure we can find a decent place to feed them at *smiles* I look forward to seeing them. It'll be the third DM visitor we've had in the year we've lived her.

Den last May when he had his conference. I have to check with him if he'll be going again this year. Shannon and Brian in December and now Jenn and Jimmy. Though only Jenn and Jimmy will have actually seen the house. We were living in it when Shannon and Brian came down but we met them in Biloxi at the Grand. We had a good time with them. And I'm sure we will with Jenn and Jimmy too.

Here's my final lesson. I'm waiting on my last homework redo to be looked at before I finish this class off by posting it at Sessions.

Well, the interview lasted about 20 mins or so. It went well. They will be preforming a second set of interviews this coming week with their VP. I was told to expect a call sometime to set it up.

All in all it's a good thing. Basically the positions they are looking to fill are for maintenance of existing pages where clients are making changes. They've grown quite extensivly since 2000 and it looks promising.

I hope that the pay rate if I get the job will be decent. Shea and I have discussed it and I do hope we will both be satisfied if I get the job. I really need something to do. And I'd much rather start and get the experience in a company rather than start out with only my own knowledge to get me started. But if it doesn't work I will work on getting my own freelancing business up and running. But I'm keeping my fingers crossed as this looks like something I could do for a while.

This is the submitted version for my second to last class in Brandng and Identity.

I sent out three resumes a week or so ago and one of the emails bounced back at me twice, but today I got a phone call from Televox requesting an interview. So I've set up an interview on Friday at 2pm in Mobile, AL with the company.

Televox writes software and web applications for medical and dental companies. It looks to be interesting enough but as it's in Mobile I do wonder if the benefits and wages will be worth the hour drive one way, particularly with the sky rocketing gas prices. We have to go to Mobile anyway Friday so it's a good day to have the interview.

The car needs to have a recall item taken care of as well as the oil changed so might as well have Saturn take care of it all. And we are in serious need of Sam's Club. So hopefully everything will go well.

Today we went up to Shea's parents house for Easter dinner and Granny's birthday. No big deal right? Wrong, Shea's truck has been acting up, so Friday we went and bought air filter, oil filter and fuel filter to try and fix the problem so that he could work on it in his Dad's shop as he has the proper tools. Well the truck decided it didn't like the distance and it stalled out four times before it finally stopped starting again. Thankfully though we'd called his Dad 20 mins before to tell him that we were having issues and might need a tow back to his place. We turned off the highway and low and behold we died and couldn't get it started. We waited for about 5 mins while Shea tried to get it to turn over again, but just as he gave up his Dad came and we got towed the rest of the way to his house.

The parts we bought fixed the problem thus far so it's good.

Dinner was good, Diamond is happy she's got a ham bone. It's good since she's been locked up for the past two days.

**/// Edited by the OS Dijinii ///**

Shea's been suffering for a week with a cold and on top of that he's got an absessed tooth that needs to come out. He didn't go to work last Monday, Tuesday he came home early, Wednesday he got rained out kinda. He was going to stay but he got sent home cause they've no work to do. But he wasn't feeling up to it as he'd not slept and he was in major pain cause of the tooth. We went to the dentist to get it pulled, but there was an infection. So he's on antibotics and taking some tylenol with codine if he's in major pain.

In two monday's he'll get the tooth pulled. The day after Easter, that will be a fun day.

And now I'm sick, been so since Thursday. Friday and Saturday I spent most of the day in bed or on the couch watching TV. Today I feel better but still awefully tired. I hope it's better tomorrow, but a bit to do.

Lie asked me to play Lyv's parents for her return home, so here is a small exceprt of me getting into character.

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Lord Garyk Tylin of House Palomar is a broad man with blond hair and grey eyes. Garyk is typical nobleman with a thick mustache underneath his thin veil. He wears his house colors - silver on deep blue. Typically he wears a dark grey blouse under his deep blue coat with silver scroll work embroyedered on the collar and sleeps. His trousers are the typical baggy white, generally made of silk. He tops it off with black boots, black belt and a black cylindrical cap.

Lady Asyr Tylin of House Palomar is petite in size and has deep red hair with green eyes. Asyr wears a thin veiled bejeweled heavily with deep garnets to match her hair. Asyr is known to change clothes two and three times a day depending on her mood. Her dresses are always of silk and never leave a man to his imagination.

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The morning air was scented with the fresh blooming flowers of the Palmar gardens. Asyr woke late in the morning to a robin singing it's beautiful song outside her window that a servant must have opened before she woke. Asyr moved to the window to take a look, drawing in a deep breath of fresha air. Today they would make official the bethral for her daughter Lyv to another noble man, Tomas was a good man whom Lyv liked. It was going to be a glorious day, and maybe Tomas would break Lyv of her unruly habits.

Asyr saw her husband walking back from the stables from his morning business. She couldn't see his face and soon returned her view inwards to let the servants prepare her for the morning breakfast. A deep red silk dress with gold embroyderies running the sleeves and the hem. Yes it would do nicely for the morning meal.

Garyk meet Asyr, his lovely wife in the dinning room where they waited for their children to join them. Katie was prompt as usual and dressed to perfection. Garyk helped his lovely daughter to her seat and told her how beautiful she looked this day. Garyk sat back down as they waited for the rest of his family. Kean and Davyd arrived with their lovely wives, Reina and Velia, respectively. The boys were here to visit on this momentus day. Lyv was going to make them all a proud family.

Garyk began to be concerned, perhaps Lyv was sick today, that would be no good. "I do wonder what is keeping Lyv." He continued over his shoulder. "Go check on my daughter." A servant quickly went off in the direction of their daughter's quarters.

Conversations mingled about the activities of the day as well as what was keeping Lyv. Several minutes later the servant came back in a hurry and whispered to Garyk. No one else could hear, but they could see the man's face turn bright red with anger as the servant spoke in his ear. Garyk stood up promptly and his chair fell backwards crashing to the floor. "Mount up and find my girl."

Asyr looked at the servant who had relayed the message as Garyk stalked away in the direction of the stables. "Tell me what you told my husband."

The servant curtsied, "Yes ma'am. The Lady Tylin is not in her rooms, and her horse is gone from the stables."

Asyr frowned deeply and turned on her feet to go look herself, she couldn't beleive her own flesh and blood would betray them on this day. Of all the things the little ingrate could do, today was not the day.

Hours passed and no one found trace of Lyv Tylin of House Palomar, too many hours had passed already and they didn't know which direction she had gone. Garyk and his contingent of men returned home with dire news just in time to deleiver the message to Tomas' father. An Alliance between the two families was not going to happen now, and all trust earned had evaporated because on child ran away from her duties.

Lie asked me to play Lyv's parents for her return home, so here is a small exceprt of me getting into character.

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Lord Garyk Tylin of House Palomar is a broad man with blond hair and grey eyes. Garyk is typical nobleman with a thick mustache underneath his thin veil. He wears his house colors - silver on deep blue. Typically he wears a dark grey blouse under his deep blue coat with silver scroll work embroyedered on the collar and sleeps. His trousers are the typical baggy white, generally made of silk. He tops it off with black boots, black belt and a black cylindrical cap.

Lady Asyr Tylin of House Palomar is petite in size and has deep red hair with green eyes. Asyr wears a thin veiled bejeweled heavily with deep garnets to match her hair. Asyr is known to change clothes two and three times a day depending on her mood. Her dresses are always of silk and never leave a man to his imagination.

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The morning air was scented with the fresh blooming flowers of the Palmar gardens. Asyr woke late in the morning to a robin singing it's beautiful song outside her window that a servant must have opened before she woke. Asyr moved to the window to take a look, drawing in a deep breath of fresha air. Today they would make official the bethral for her daughter Lyv to another noble man, Tomas was a good man whom Lyv liked. It was going to be a glorious day, and maybe Tomas would break Lyv of her unruly habits.

Asyr saw her husband walking back from the stables from his morning business. She couldn't see his face and soon returned her view inwards to let the servants prepare her for the morning breakfast. A deep red silk dress with gold embroyderies running the sleeves and the hem. Yes it would do nicely for the morning meal.

Garyk meet Asyr, his lovely wife in the dinning room where they waited for their children to join them. Katie was prompt as usual and dressed to perfection. Garyk helped his lovely daughter to her seat and told her how beautiful she looked this day. Garyk sat back down as they waited for the rest of his family. Kean and Davyd arrived with their lovely wives, Reina and Velia, respectively. The boys were here to visit on this momentus day. Lyv was going to make them all a proud family.

Garyk began to be concerned, perhaps Lyv was sick today, that would be no good. "I do wonder what is keeping Lyv." He continued over his shoulder. "Go check on my daughter." A servant quickly went off in the direction of their daughter's quarters.

Conversations mingled about the activities of the day as well as what was keeping Lyv. Several minutes later the servant came back in a hurry and whispered to Garyk. No one else could hear, but they could see the man's face turn bright red with anger as the servant spoke in his ear. Garyk stood up promptly and his chair fell backwards crashing to the floor. "Mount up and find my girl."

Asyr looked at the servant who had relayed the message as Garyk stalked away in the direction of the stables. "Tell me what you told my husband."

The servant curtsied, "Yes ma'am. The Lady Tylin is not in her rooms, and her horse is gone from the stables."

Asyr frowned deeply and turned on her feet to go look herself, she couldn't beleive her own flesh and blood would betray them on this day. Of all the things the little ingrate could do, today was not the day.

Hours passed and no one found trace of Lyv Tylin of House Palomar, too many hours had passed already and they didn't know which direction she had gone. Garyk and his contingent of men returned home with dire news just in time to deleiver the message to Tomas' father. An Alliance between the two families was not going to happen now, and all trust earned had evaporated because on child ran away from her duties.

Woot! finally got Nifty Corners to work on my calendar. Well partially working. It works in Firefox but not IE, tho several of the things aren't as they should be in IE. There are builets present even though I have told them not to be there, and the calendar wrapper isn't surrounding the wp-calendar div.

Rather annoying but I've managed to get rounded corners on my calendar with out use of ANY images. It's strictly CSS and javascript.

It can be done in purely CSS but it requires alot of tags that aren't needed. The javascript basically adds it in, but you don't see it in the source. It's a really cool trick and I'm glad I finally got it partially working.

Time to display my current Branding and Identity assignment. I'm waiting on my response from my last lesson before finishing this one off, but so far I like it.