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12/27/07 1 CommentDear Bob
Dear Bob, i really can't believe what i have heard. i don't want to believe what i have heard! you were one of my best Loyal friends! and i can't believe you're gone! you helped me over come soo much and i don't know what i would have done with out you! in a desperate plea for help i wrote a blog telling of my problums and in no time at all i had an email from a man i didn't know, telling me that everything was ok and that i could over come all of my troubles. he told me of his personal problems and how he had overcome them. then we became great friends and with the love of Volleyball our friendship grew over the few short months we knew eachother. when he came up to his own hardships he asked for my help and i gave him everything i could give! and with eachothers help we both pulled through. After such a short span of time he decided he was going to go on a trip to Vegas and knowing how much i was jealous he promised he would get me something from the Criss Angel store. True to his word a few days after he ot home and we started talking again i recieved a parcle in the mail with the Candle from the CA store in it along with a vegas keychain and "the best picture i have of myself". Bob you were an AMAZING man. True, Strong, and most of all Loyal! when i'm old enough to gamble i will use our numbers like you so often did and with the same promise you gave me, if i win half of the money will go to your family! i know how much they meant to you and if i can't thank you personally then i will thank them. I Love you! you were a truly great man! and you will forever be missed! LoyalLoveXOX Ashley<3
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12/14/07 3 CommentsHappy Holidays
Well it's almost Christmas break(our last day is Criss's Birthday :) ) i can't wait for Christmas this year and i don't really know why lol it's not like every other christmas where i'm just excited to get gifts (of course i am still) but i'm just excited to be out of school and with my family and see the tree up and beautifully decorated in red and gold. and what makes it even better this year is we are almost certinly going to have a white Christmas =D which is amazing considring we havn't had one in like 3 or 4 years! (of course 2 years ago (i think) we had a big storm on boxing day but it's not the same ) anyway it's still razy that it's almost Christmas because that means it's almost January which means it's almost time for EXAMS!! (insert scream here!) yeah deffinitly not ready for that! god my Canadian History exam will be brutal! anyway i gotta go but i just thought i'd stop by i havn't in a while, and say Happy Holidays to everyone :) take care!!
LoyalLoveXOX Ashley<3
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11/22/07 0 CommentsHOLY COW!
ijust went onto the the merchandise part of this site to see if there was anything new and well i found something that i absolutly and i mean ABSOLUTLY! need, it's the sterling silver ring with BELIEVE on it!! i mean 1. i've been begging my mom to get me a ring for christmas i don't know why but latly i have been in love with ringsand well my fingers are very bare! and 2. hello it says BELIEVE! thats like my word i LOVE it!!!! only problum the PRICE MY GOD! $125!!!!!!!!!!! i highly dout i'll ever get it at that price! ahhh oh well now i have something to dream about.
good night my lovly loyal friends i hope you all have pleasent dreams tonight! :) LoyalLoveXOX Ashley<3
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11/18/07 0 CommentsQuotes #5
So again i don't think anyones reading these quotes but i really could care less... sorry but i'm just having fun listening to Within Temptation and reading these amazing quotes by Diana so i'm going to give the quotes from the last book that i have read in the series number 5 The Fiery Cross:
"Did I ever think to thank ye, Sassenach?" he said, his voice a little husky. "For what?" I said, puzzled. He took my hand and drew me gently toward him. He smelled of ale and damp wool, and very faintly of the brandied sweetness of fruitcake. "For my bairns," he said softly. "For the children that ye bore me." "Oh," I said. I leaned slowly forward, and rested my head against the solid warmth of his chest. I cupped my hands at the small of his back beneath his coat, and sighed. "It was. . .my pleasure."
Yet what he felt now was not lust--not quite. Nor was it even the need of her, the wanting of soul's company. He wished to cover her with his body, possess her--for if he could do that, he could pretend to himself that she was safe. Covering her so, joined in one body, he might protect her. Or so he felt, even knowing how senseless the feeling was.
"Oh, Christ, Jamie," I said softly, and felt tears sting my eyes. It had been years since I'd seen him smile in his sleep like that. Not since the early days of our marriage, in fact--at Lallybroch. He'd always do it as a wee lad, his sister Jenny had told me then. I think it means he's happy. My fingers curled into the soft, thick hair at the nape of his neck, feeling the solid curve of his skull, the warm scalp and the hair-thin line of the ancient scar across it. "Me, too," I whispered to him.
"For my sake," he said firmly, addressing the air in front of him as though it were a tribunal, "I dinnna want ye to bear another child. I wouldna risk your loss, Sassenach," he said, his voice suddenly husky. "Not for a dozen bairns. I've daughters and sons, nieces and nephews, grandchildren--weans enough." He looked at me directly then, and spoke softly. "But I've no life but you, Claire."
"I did not," he said. "What d'ye take me for, Sassenach?" "A Scot," I said. "Sex fiends, the lot of you. Or so one would think, listening to all the talk around here." I gave Farquard Campbell a hard look, but he had turned his back, engrossed in conversation. Jamie regarded me thoughtfully, scratching the corner of his jaw. "Sex fiends?" "You know what I mean." "Oh, aye, I do. I'm only wondering-is that an insult, would ye say, or a compliment?"
He finally moved his lips off mine, still holding me tightly against him, and very slowly bent his head, his cheek lying cool and firm next to mine. His body was firm, too, and not at all cool. The heat of him was leaching through at least six layers of cloth to reach my own skin: shirt, waistcoat, coat, gown, shift, and stays. Whether it was anger, arousal, or both, he was fully stoked and blazing like a furnace. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, his breath hot and tickling in my ear. "I didna mean to insult ye. Truly. Shall I kill him, and then myself?"
He touched my hand, lifted his own and touched my hair, my face, looking into my eyes as though to capture my image in this moment--just in case it should be his last glimpse of me. "There may come a day when you and I shall part again," he said softly, at last, and his fingers brushed my lips, light as the touch of a falling leaf. He smiled faintly. "But it willna be today,"
"You're beautiful to me, Jamie," I said softly, at last. "So beautiful, you break my heart."
"To see the years touch ye gives my joy, Sassenach," he whispered, -"for it means that ye live."
"You bloody, unspeakable, infuriating--" His smile was startling, a white grin in the ruddy face. "If ye call me a Scot, Sassenach, then I know I'm going to live."
"When the day shall come, that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'--- ye'll ken it was because I didna have time."
thats all for now :) LoyalLoveXOX Ashley<3
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11/14/07 1 CommentQuotes #4
well i don't know if anyone's actually reading any of these or not but i don't really care, i'm having fun re-reading all these qotes. so with out furtherado heres some quotes from book 4 Drums of Autumn:
"I hate boats," Jamie said through clenched teeth. "I loathe boats. I view boats with the most profound abhorrence."
He turned then, and gave me a narrow eye. "What is it that makes every man ye meet want to take off his breeks within five minutes of meetin' ye?" Fergus choked slightly, and Ian went pink. I looked as demure as possible.
"There are things worth dying or starving for---but not words." "Maybe not those words.". He turned to look at me, features dim in starlight, but the hint of a smile visible on his mouth. "Ye know of words that are?" The gravestone had his name, but no date. I could stop him going back to Scotland, I thought. If I would. I turned to face him, leaning back against the window frame. "What about---'I love you'?". He reached out a hand and touched my face. A breath of air stirred past us, and I saw the small hairs rise along his arm. "Aye," he whispered. "That'll do."
"No. I shouldna like to have that on my conscience; there's enough without. But that's not why I wished to buy ye a present." "Why, then?" The box was heavy; a gracious, substantial, satisfying weight across my legs, its wood a delight under my hands. He turned his head to look full at me, then, his hair fire-struck with the setting sun, face dark in silhouette. "Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach," he said softly. "I hope ye willna have cause yet to regret it."
He took both my hands in his, then, and kissed them---the left, which still bore the gold ring of my marriage to Frank, and then the right, with his own silver ring. "Da mi basia mille," he whispered, smiling. Give me a thousand kisses. It was the inscription inside my ring, a brief quotation from a love song by Catullus. I bent and gave him one back. "Dien mille altera," I said. Then a thousand more.
"Do ye not understand?" he said, in near desperation. "I would lay the world at your feet, Claire---and I have nothing to give ye!" He honestly thought it mattered.
At last I took one big, callused hand and slid forward so I knelt on the boards between his knees. I laid my head against his chest, and felt his breath stir my hair. I had no words, but I had made my choice. "'Whither thou goest,'" I said. "'I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried.'" Be it Scottish hill or southern forest. "You do what you have to; I'll be there."
"You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart---and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?"
"So long as my body lives, and yours---we are one flesh," he whispered. His fingers touched me, hair and chin and neck and breast, and I breathed his breath and felt him solid under my hand. Then I lay with my head on his shoulder, the strength of him supporting me, the words deep and soft in his chest. "And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire---I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you."
"If I am to live as a man, I must have a mountain," he said simply. His eyes were open wide, searching mine for understanding. "Will ye trust me, Sassenach?" he said. His nose pressed against mine, but his eyes didn't blink. Neither did mine. "With my life," I said. I felt his lips smile, an inch from mine. "And with your heart?" "Always," I whispered, closed my eyes, and kissed him.
"You're sure we aren't going to freeze to death, then?" "No," he said. "But I shouldna think it likely." "Hm," I said, feeling somewhat less reassured. "Well, perhaps we'd better stay awake for a bit, then, just in case?" "I wilna wave my arms about anymore," he said definitely. "There's no room. And if ye stick your icy wee paws in my breeks, I swear, I'll throttle ye, bad back or no."
"I thought he said you weren't drunk if you could find your arse with both hands." He eyed me appraisingly. "I hate to tell ye, Sassenach, but it's not your arse you've got hold of---it's mine." "That's all right," I assured him. "We're married. Share and share alike. One flesh; the priest said so." "Perhaps it was a mistake to put that grease on ye," he muttered, half to himself. "It never does that to me!" "Well, you're a man." He had one last gallant try. "Should ye not eat a bit more, lass? You must be starving." "Mm-hm," I said. I buried my face in his shirt and bit him, lightly. "Ravenous."
For so long as he lived, he could recall this moment. He could feel the cold wind on his face, and the crackling feel of the hair on his thighs, half singed by the fire. He could smell the rich odor of trout fried in cornmeal, and feel the tiny prick of a swallowed bone, hair-thin in his throat. He could hear the dark quiet of the forest behind, and the soft rush of the stream nearby. And forever now he would remember the firelight golden on the sweet bold face of his son.
"They say it's a wise bairn that kens its father, but I dinna think there's much doubt who yours is, lass. Ye might have had the lang nebbit and red locks from anyone, but ye didna get the stubbornness from any man but Jamie Fraser."
"It's true?" he whispered. "It is you, Brianna?" He spoke her name with a queer accent--Breeanah-and she shivered at the sound. "It's me," she said, a little huskily. She made another attempt at a smile. "Can't you tell?" His mouth was wide and full-lipped, but not like hers; wider, a bolder shape, that seemed to hide a smile in the corners of it, even in repose. It was twitching now, not certain what to do. "Aye," he said. "Aye, I can."
"You can....call me Da," he said. His voice was husky; he stopped and cleared his throat. "If---if ye want to, I mean," he added diffidently. "Da," she said, and felt the smile bloom easily this time, unmarred by tears. "Da. Is that Gaelic?" He smiled back, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. "No, it's only simple." And suddenly it was all simple. He held out his arms to her. She stepped into them and found that she had been wrong; he was as big as she'd imagined---and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope.
He loved all Jenny's children deeply---especially Ian, the wee gowk whose mixture of foolishness and pigheaded courage reminded him so much of himself at that age. They were his blood, after all. But Brianna... Brianna was his blood, and his flesh as well. An unspoken promise kept to his own parents; his gift to Claire, and hers to him.
Beyond the sheer unexpectedness of his appearance, it was his looks that stunned Roger into speechlessness. It was one thing to have been told that Jamie Fraser resembled his daughter. It was another to see Brianna's bold features transmuted into power by the stamp of years, and fronting a personality not only thoroughly masculine, but fierce in aspect. It was like lifting his hand from the fur of a handsome ginger cat, only to find himself staring into the unblinking gaze of a tiger.
"It'll make no difference to him," Jamie said, grasping her harder, almost fiercely, as though he could make things right by pure force of will. "If he's a decent man, it'll make no difference. And if it does---well, then he doesna deserve ye, and I shall beat him into a pulp and stamp on the pieces, and then go and find ye a better man."
"There was a reason. It wasn't you. But it's for him to tell you, if he wants to. You did forgive him though," she said quietly. "Why?" He sat up then, and shrugged, but didn't put away her hand. "I had to." He glanced at her, eyes straight and level. "I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him . . . that was part of me, and one of the best parts. It didn't matter that he couldn't love me, that had nothing to do with it. But if I could not forgive him, then I could not love him, and that part of me was gone. And I found eventually that I wanted it back." He smiled, faintly. "So, you see, it was really entirely selfish."
Brianna's eyes were round as she looked at me. "Testosterone poisoning," I said, with a shrug. "Can you do anything about it?" she asked. The corner of her mouth twitched, though I couldn't tell whether with laughter or incipient hysteria. I pushed a hand through my hair, considering. "Well," I said finally, "there are only two things they do with it, and one of them is try to kill each other." Brianna rubbed her nose. "Uh-huh," she said. "And the other one...?" Our eyes met with a perfect understanding. "I'll take care of your father," I said. "But Roger's up to you."
those are just a few of my favorites from this book i'll give quotes from the 5th book probably tomorrow. so again i don't know if anones reading this but if you are please tell me what you think... and if you do like these quotes i deffinitly recomend going and getting Outlander!! you can't go wrong with that book!!!!
LoyalLoveXOX Ashley<3
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