Guantanamo Bay, Cuba - Home of 335 men and women. Men and women deemed "terrorists" and "enemy combatants". Men and women who are being tortured and held with no legal rights, no way to defend themselves, held in legal la-la land.

Six years - the number of years these men and women have been languishing in custody of the United States of America.

Now - the time to put a stop to torture and legal twistings.

Please join me in Amnesty International's Tear It Down (www.tearitdown.org) campaign to tear down Guantanamo Bay one pixel at a time. It will only take a minute!

I have been thinking about my life a lot lately. I am having a strong urge to leave my husband and re-establish myself again. I want to have a relationship that is all it can be. To me that means:

I want a life where I love my partner. I want to tell him everything. I want to want to spend a lot of time with him. I want him to want to spend a lot of time with me.

I want a life where I am madly in love with my partner. I want to be turned on when I see him or think about him. I want to be a sexual creature.

I want a life where I can argue with my partner, but no one takes things personally and at the end everyone feels better. Kissing and making up finishes the argument completely. The fight does not continue or come back.

I want a life where things are stable. My partner and I have stable jobs, our bills are paid each month. The kids feel good about themselves and our lives together.

I want a life where I feel good about myself. I want to remember that I am a good person and mother. I want to remember that I am loved AND that I love in return.

Am I being unrealistic? Does such a relationship exist?

For a while now, I have been complaining about the "Hollywood" ending of romantic comedies. They are fake, those type of endings don't happen in real life.

I would watch a romantic comedy and say to myself, "if only someone loved me that much", "if only someone would travel far and wide to win me back".

I have suddenly realized that I have had two men in my life who would travel far and wide to make me happy. I have realized that my problem with Hollywood endings is not that a man doesn't love me that much, but that I DON'T LOVE THE MAN THAT MUCH.

Hollywood endings DO exist, I have seen them in my friends' relationships. I just haven't found the right person to share the ending with...

Bring Me To Life
by Evanescence

how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I’ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become

now that I know what I’m without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become

Bring me to life
(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)
Bring me to life

frozen inside without your touch without your love darling only you are the life among the dead

all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become

(Bring me to life)
I’ve been living a lie, there’s nothing inside
(Bring me to life)

One person in my life has been able to wake me up, bid my blood to run, bring me to life and he is not my husband...

I have a tattooed anklet on my right ankle. I had it done in two sessions.

I had the first part done in December, 2004. I had a small celtic tree of life put on my inner ankle. Just black, no color.

It was great. I loved it. I was satisfied...

Satisfied until it healed. Then I decided that I needed to "finish" the tattoo. I really wanted the tattoo to go around my full ankle with some design on the outer ankle. I finally found the perfect image for the outside and finished the tattoo in April, 2007.

It was great. I loved it. I was satisfied...

Satisfied until it healed. I had heard rumors that tattoos are addictive. I didn't believe them. I just wanted one tattoo to mark a milestone in my life.

Well, I am here to tell you that tattoos ARE indeed addictive. I am ready for my next tattoo. I have even talked to the artist and priced it out.

I want to get this:

on my neck/upper spine.

Oy Vey, what have I started??