Los Tortugas

We are now headed to Roatan, Honduras!!

This Princessa went to....

I could not sleep for the life of me last night. I tossed and turned, kicking and flipping over. It must have been the time differences. I'll blame that! I start the cruise today! See ya soon!

XOXOXOX

Princessa

Valentine's Day

My valentines day was like Ralph Wiggums

Fighting for it.....

"Is it wrong to want someone to fight for you?"

Let's say that someone that you are currently dating you love and adore them. But what if.... someone from your past decides to enter back into your life and finds out where you live and wants to pick up where you left off. But you're taken. You're in the right place of your life. But what if the past love confronted you in front of your current love? What would you do. What would they do?

I find it utterly romantic to have my currently love and past love fight over me. I know if this happened I would end up with my current love anyways. But tohave someone fight for my love and attention is romantic.

Kind of like the movie Bridget Jones Diary. Where Mark Darcy and Daniel Cleaver fight in a restaurant and into the street over Bridget. Both have been interested in her. One more sexual and the other romantically and invested into her for being herself. I would love for a man like Mark Darcy (which is my current boyfriend) to for me if a past boyfriend came up.

I guess it's all in my head and just a fantasy to have. We all want to be wanted and desire. To have someone fight for us. For our honor, our love, to keep us as their prize, to be treasured for a lifetime. To look back on it and keep playing it over and over in one's head and smiling the whole time. The feeling of being wanted. Does that sound like I'm selfish?

A peek into my mind

When did I grow up?

I think when I was 12. That was the first time I had to make a decision.

Nowdays I am faced with having a job, bills, dog care, drinking, cooking dinner, taking care of myself and making sure I'm well. What happened to the time when I would get sick and be able to stay home with my mother, watch her stories and some cartoons. Where has the time passed when she would making dinner and all I had to do was learn about simple subject and get good grades. Or the time when she would read me a story and rub my face til I feel asleep. Being a grown up sucks donkey balls. There are a few perks but I think that having someone else take care of me is better. But when I made that decision to start cooking dinner and cleaning the house and getting a paper route to help pay bills. That is when I grew up. And boy did it suck. Instead of being able to sleep in I was up throwing papers from a bike that I bought with some of the money that I saved from my paper route and odd jobs I did. On top of that having farm animals in the city was not as easy chore too. If anyone want to make up for the lost time I have been working for feel free to come relieve me. When did you grow up?

Abba's making a come back..

Honestly I love ABBA! What gay man doesn't.