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Sunday, December 14, 2008
Pictures =P
6:07 PM

Random pictures i found while surfing the interweb =P and yes i do know that most of them are emo but i happen to like emo pictures so deal with it! >=D

i think this picture is really cool. Trying to decide if i want my D&D character to be based off of her...

It's like a japanese moses =P

awesome! love dragons =D

i really like this...even though it's really emo/depressing =P

kind of scary...but still cool

this would be an awesome cosplay.. if i were that pale... >.< =P
this is cute...and emo =P

i like this... really like the wooden mask she's holding

It's like a pirate hangout!!! awesome! =D

heehee ipod... =P

oooo magic! another D&D choice...as in mage =D

like an emo depressing sewer rat... or assassin... O.O

love her dress!!! and her bird =P

like the glow coming from the box...looks way cool ^_^

love the tatoo under her eye...way cool =D

He's pretty =P (Yes it's a guy ^_^)

I love the bold colors =D

This is just very magical =D

Emo guy with a gun >=D

I love this Castle-Ship-thingy!!! =DD

So this is a picture of "Justice" because justice is blind. get it? =P

I think this picture is really weird but kind of cute... >.<>idk...


i really like the water colors! =D

She's really pretty ^_^


idk.. fox-girl?? >.<
emo heart balloon!
So there are some of the many various pictures i found... =D i really like them ^.^ so yeah.... i'm a dork.... O.o

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Love you Grandma
5:12 PM

It's not fun you know... To sit in a funeral home waiting for all the crying relatives to arrive. Not fun to have to see your grandpa crying every few seconds, and trying to hold it in.

Not fun to have your 4 year old cousin ask your aunt why grandma won't wake up. To have him ask why everyone's crying.

It's not fun to see your uncle crying while holding his 14 month old son, because his son will never know his grandma.

It's not fun to watch the old videos of christmass' long past or look at the photos of trips you weren't even alive to know about. To look at the pictures of happy times.

It's an awful feeling to go into the next room and look in the coffin to see the waxy looking doll they say is your Grandma. But you know this isn't your grandma anymore, because your grandma was always smiling and your grandma was never that pale. but you also know your grandma's gone.

It's nice to talk though. To hear stories about crazy vacations to Europe or Florida or just Des Moines. To laugh at the stories. Because no matter where they were, they always seemed to be lost and when they finally found their campground it was always very dark and raining.

The stories about how much of a shopper my grandma was, and how they joke that she's gone to "the big shopping mall in the sky".

Then 2 friends from school show up, even though you didn't tell anyone what had happened and where you were going to be... and you feel really loved and happy that they came. it's really nice.

The next day comes and it's time for the funeral. You sit quietly in the pew trying not to cry, as everyone around you does. Then your mom stands up to give her speech and you just can't hold it in any longer. you can't seem to stop and your tears make your make-up run and your nose runs and you feel like hell.

Then the service is over. and you feel better. as you follow her coffin out to the hearse, you feel a lot better. And just as the Hearse drives away you say your last goodbyes and you finally feel ok about her death.

That's not to say that you still don't cry that night, and the next night. And you still feel really weird whenever someone starts to talk about death. But you get better and you still remember the old times with your Grandma. and uyou start to think that maybe Death isn't such a bad thing. Maybe it's just the next step on to something better. And you feel ok.

So Goodbye Grandma. And though i miss you a lot... i know your in a better place and at least you know have all your memories back.


Sharron Jan Ploeger

We love you and miss you

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Friday, October 31, 2008
5:10 PM

It hurts so much to Remember,
but yet i don't want to Forget.

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Saturday, October 4, 2008
1:56 PM

and then there were 4...

Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Which Hogwarts House do you belong?
4:49 PM

Your Result is: Alas! You belong to the house of Slytherine....

You value ambition, cunning, resourcefulness, and pure blood heritage.

Take Which Hogwarts House do you belong?

Monday, September 22, 2008
Oh Piss...
6:01 PM

Look at me! i'm just on a roll today with the blog posts! >.<

anyways... i'd just like to tell all my friends to STOP THE FREAKIN' DRAMA!!!!!!!!

Everything in life doesn't have to be a "OMG-my-life-is-going-to-end" moment!

and i know i'm guilty of this too so don't come yell at me! >=(

ok now that i got that out of my system...
-Sam- =3

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Nevermind... >.<
5:18 PM

lol so ignore that last post!
i fixed the problem all by myself!!! aren't you proud??

anyways so you see that little box thingy over there ---------------->(look at the box)
well do you see the words across the top? (about, tag, links, credits, past)
well if you click on the "Tag" button a message thingy called a Cbox should show up where you can leave a message!

there problem solved!!! =D
yay!!! so go ahead and drop me a comment! =D
-Sam- ^.^

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4:45 PM

so yeah just gave my blog a totally cool new template as you can see =P
but it doesn't have a place to put comments now... >.<
so until i can find a way to fix that i guess you're just bum out of luck.
but if you really wanted to leave me a comment then i guess you could go to the extreme and email it to me at:
but i highly doubt any of you will do that... then again who knows =P

but i'll probably just change my blog again in a week or so to something that allows comments...
guess you'll just have to wait and see!
so chao!
-Sam- ^_^

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2:52 PM

Poem for Grandma

Ashes of my memories
Float upon the breeze
The faces of my children
Swept away with ease

Crying tears of pain
As shadow from my past
Distant swirling thoughts
All float beyond my grasp

Places and occasions
And long forgotten dreams
All lost in the deep recesses
Of my memories

Watching the days pass
An unyielding reminder
Of many long-passed years
Those were not much kinder

Wishing for my hopes
Hoping for my dreams
Begging for my sanity
Not as distant as it seems


Sunday, September 21, 2008
Princess of Thieves
7:08 PM

“God , Loki did you have to go and kill that one? He wasn’t doing us any harm!” exclaimed Blythe, taking deep gulps of air as she ran, “He wasn’t even guarding the place! He was just standing there.”

“Blythe, you know that we can’t let anyone recognize our faces. Plus he was a watchman for the king. He would have reported us right away and then we would have had to lay low for days! Trust me it’s better this way.”

“Oh fine. I guess you’re right.”

Blythe could fell her lungs burning in her chest but she knew that they had to put enough distance between the house and themselves before they could rest. The bundle under her arm was starting to feel as heavy as lead. Still they ran on. Shooting down alleyways and ducking around corners till Loki finally held his hand up to signal a stop.

Reading his ridged stance, Blythe quickly hunched down in the shadows of a nearby water barrel; her precious bundle clasped in her arms. Loki quickly did the same, crouching beside her in the alley. Still as stone, they stayed quiet as they heard hurried footsteps approaching from the street they had just ran down.

Blythe heard the steps slow to a stop a mere inches in front of their hiding spots. She was curious as to whom it was but she didn’t dare peek out to see. Instead she listened carefully to the person’s heavy breathing as they looked around and then continued running down the street. Letting out a quiet sigh of relief she carefully stood up and checked about her.

The street was quiet so she motioned to Loki and they both began walking quickly back the way they came. Only when they reached a tavern by the name of The Gold Coin, did Blythe and Loki relax.

Blythe made her way inside the rowdy tavern and she sidled up to the bar. The owner of the Gold Coin was a rather large man by the name of Bernie Kellan. He was a cheerful man with a balding head and kind face. He was also Blythe’s Secret Keeper.

With a nod to Bernie, Blythe and Loki made their way behind the bar and through the kitchen to the pantry beyond. With swift glances around for wandering eyes, Blythe reached for the rope handle on the floor and heaved up the heavy oak trap door. Ushering Loki through, she then scrambled down the ladder herself and cautiously shut the door again.

The descended into darkness and then rounded a corner into a brightly lit tunnel. Following the tunnel down its length they emerged in to an enormous cave-like room.

The room was brightly colored with banners and tapestries of all colors, shapes, and sizes, and lit with a dozen or so huge torches and a roaring fire at the end of the room. In the center of the room sat a long wooden table with benches for sitting running along each side. At the head of the table sat a huge throne like chair decorated in gold and red tones. Scattered about the room were various males and females talking loudly and drinking from tankards of ale. As soon as Blythe entered, all eyes were on her, and the room fell silent.

Everyone was staring expectantly at Blythe, and she let loose a huge grin that brought a sparkle to her eyes and sent the room into cheers. She sauntered over to the throne-like chair and sat down, waiting for the others to grow calm again. She set her bundle on the table in front of her and was bombarded with a million questions at once.

“How did you get it?”

“Were there many guards?”

“Is it true what they say about it? That it’s made of solid gold and sapphire encrusted?”

“Real sapphires?”

“Aye, I heard that from the tavern keeper over at the Blue Wind. ‘E said it was the most expensive item he had e’er heard talk of. But ‘e also said it was the most guarded. How’d you get it lass?” asked Logan.

Logan was one of Blythe’s best friends and an old Scottish sailor to boot. He could swear up a storm that would make your mother cry. He was also the best informer she had in her Court of Thieves.

“Why Logan” Blythe cried “They don’t call me the Princess of Thieves for nothing! They wouldn’t tell tales of my thievery to their children if my skills weren’t worth anything. They wouldn’t whisper of the Shadow Girl around every corner if I weren’t worth my spit, now would they?”

“Aye your right about that lass, ye are” laughed Logan “I only wanted to ‘ear of your tale, Oh Princess of Thieves. And of course see yer treasure.”

“Oh you be wanting to see my prize, are you” laughed Blythe “Well then here it is!”

With that she grabbed the corner of her bundle and with one smooth jerk, uncovered her prize.

-I don't even know... >.<-

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