Bella
Edward
Rosalie
Emmett
Alice
Jasper
Angela
Ben
Mike
Eric
Riley
Tyler
James
Jason Jenks
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Blinkie codes
Codes for the blinkies on the right side of this page.
Jacob and Bella blinkie:
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Edward and Bella blinkie:
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Jacob and Bella blinkie:
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Edward and Bella blinkie:
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How to make a Capt. Handsome
Captain Handsome Ingredients:
*1 1/2 ounces gin
*1/2 ounce creme de violette
*1/2 ounce fresh lime juice
*1/4 ounce limoncello
*Absinthe, for the glass
*Splash of chilled seltzer
*Brandied cherry (sold in jars at gourmet stores), for garnish
Directions:
Fill a cocktail shaker halfway with ice. Add the gin, creme de violette, lime juice and limoncello and shake well. Rinse the inside of a cocktail glass with absinthe. Strain the drink into the glass, add the seltzer and garnish with a brandied cherry.
Fill a cocktail shaker halfway with ice. Add the gin, creme de violette, lime juice and limoncello and shake well. Rinse the inside of a cocktail glass with absinthe. Strain the drink into the glass, add the seltzer and garnish with a brandied cherry.
Chapter 6 pics
"GIRLS NIGHT!!!!"
Simply lovely when viewed w/ a Captain Handsome in hand
"It’s platinum, not silver. I wanted it to be durable like our friendship."
Simply lovely when viewed w/ a Captain Handsome in hand
"It’s platinum, not silver. I wanted it to be durable like our friendship."
Pic recap of the first 5 chapters
Bad ass Bella...
Memories that are always with her...
Gear from the first Op...
The disc that the thieving tsunami beat Bella to...
Bella's view as the elevator doors were closing...
The proper mode of transportation for a thieving tsunami...
Memories that are always with her...
Gear from the first Op...
The disc that the thieving tsunami beat Bella to...
Bella's view as the elevator doors were closing...
The proper mode of transportation for a thieving tsunami...
Chapter 2 teaser
A snippet of Chapter 2:
“How’d it go, B? “
“Not so good, Em.”
All business, he pressed, “What do you mean, not so good? Do you have the disk? What about the target?”
“Well, that’s the thing. When I got to the target’s room someone had gotten there before me. Minus the blood on the walls, it looked like the Manson family had paid our target a visit. Not really, but the motherfucker was sloppy, Em. He was so sloppy and careless…”
“Hold up there, La Femme Nikita. He? That’s an interesting choice of words coming from you, Swan.” Emmett narrowed his eyes, and I realized that he knew what I would say next was going to ruin his week.
“Yeah, I was getting to that. The someone was getting into the elevator when I left the target’s room, and I saw him slip the disk into the pocket of his tux as the elevator door closed. The arrogant asshat had the balls to smirk at me as if he knew he beat me to it.”
“Wait. Let me make sure that I’m understanding you correctly, B. He saw you? Who is this dude? Certainly, not Volturi. Was there anything distinctive or identifiable about him?”
I found myself recalling the moment just before the elevator doors closed. Shall I start with his smoldering green eyes, his wild just-fucked-sex-hair, or that square jawline.
“Swan, are you still with me? What’s going on with you? I know you’ve never failed a mission before, but I need you to keep it together so we can figure out what the hell happened.”
“It’s not the first, Em. It’s the second.”
“Bella, that was different. That mission was completed, and as I’ve told you time and time again, you are not responsible for Jake’s death. I know survivor’s guilt is natural, but you have got to let that go. I’m serious.”
“I know you believe that, Em. Yet, it doesn’t matter how many times you say it, you’ll never make me believe it.”
“I wish you would, B. You’re torturing yourself over something that was never within your control.”
“That aside, Em. I really fucked things up tonight. I have no idea who the hell he is, or how he beat me to the punch, not to mention why?”
“What did he look like, B?”
I started breathing deeply, so I wouldn’t betray just how much that Thieving Tsunami affected me. How do I describe him without making it sound like I was ready to jump him in the elevator? “Hmm… well, I’d put him at early to mid-thirties. He’s tall, about 6’2ish. Lean, about 175-185 lbs. Fair, almost pale, as if he lives somewhere where there isn’t a lot of sunlight. His eyes were green, and he had this unusual shade of hair, not brown, but not red, sort of in between. It is almost bronze, and looks messy, as if he’s just had a good fuck.” Did I seriously just say that to Emmett? It’s probably best to leave out the angled jaw and the way his lips curved when he smirked at me… GAH! What is wrong with me?
“How’d it go, B? “
“Not so good, Em.”
All business, he pressed, “What do you mean, not so good? Do you have the disk? What about the target?”
“Well, that’s the thing. When I got to the target’s room someone had gotten there before me. Minus the blood on the walls, it looked like the Manson family had paid our target a visit. Not really, but the motherfucker was sloppy, Em. He was so sloppy and careless…”
“Hold up there, La Femme Nikita. He? That’s an interesting choice of words coming from you, Swan.” Emmett narrowed his eyes, and I realized that he knew what I would say next was going to ruin his week.
“Yeah, I was getting to that. The someone was getting into the elevator when I left the target’s room, and I saw him slip the disk into the pocket of his tux as the elevator door closed. The arrogant asshat had the balls to smirk at me as if he knew he beat me to it.”
“Wait. Let me make sure that I’m understanding you correctly, B. He saw you? Who is this dude? Certainly, not Volturi. Was there anything distinctive or identifiable about him?”
I found myself recalling the moment just before the elevator doors closed. Shall I start with his smoldering green eyes, his wild just-fucked-sex-hair, or that square jawline.
“Swan, are you still with me? What’s going on with you? I know you’ve never failed a mission before, but I need you to keep it together so we can figure out what the hell happened.”
“It’s not the first, Em. It’s the second.”
“Bella, that was different. That mission was completed, and as I’ve told you time and time again, you are not responsible for Jake’s death. I know survivor’s guilt is natural, but you have got to let that go. I’m serious.”
“I know you believe that, Em. Yet, it doesn’t matter how many times you say it, you’ll never make me believe it.”
“I wish you would, B. You’re torturing yourself over something that was never within your control.”
“That aside, Em. I really fucked things up tonight. I have no idea who the hell he is, or how he beat me to the punch, not to mention why?”
“What did he look like, B?”
I started breathing deeply, so I wouldn’t betray just how much that Thieving Tsunami affected me. How do I describe him without making it sound like I was ready to jump him in the elevator? “Hmm… well, I’d put him at early to mid-thirties. He’s tall, about 6’2ish. Lean, about 175-185 lbs. Fair, almost pale, as if he lives somewhere where there isn’t a lot of sunlight. His eyes were green, and he had this unusual shade of hair, not brown, but not red, sort of in between. It is almost bronze, and looks messy, as if he’s just had a good fuck.” Did I seriously just say that to Emmett? It’s probably best to leave out the angled jaw and the way his lips curved when he smirked at me… GAH! What is wrong with me?
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