Caramel Cinammon Iced Coffee

Description:
Instead of coffee and dessert, try a dessert coffee. This easy-to-make iced coffee drink is a great way to end the meal. Toss in cinammon to the coffee grounds before brewing.

Ingredients:
6 tbs ground coffee
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 cup caramel dessert syrup

Directions:
Mix cinammon with coffee grounds, and brew. Once you’ve got your pot, mix in the caramel syrup, and chill in the fridge. Serve over ice cubes, with added milk or sugar to taste. The syrup makes this iced coffee pretty sweet as it is.

http://www.bfeedme.com/caramel-cinammon-iced-coffee/

Coffee Jelly

Description:
Coffee Jelly is a light, refreshing dessert that tastes amazing, sounds impressive, but takes mere minutes to make. Serve it after a heavy dinner to cleanse the palate and jolt everyone out of post-binge sleepiness.

Ingredients:
2 cups coffee
1 tbsp gelatin powder
2 tbsp sugar
whipped cream for topping

Directions:
Mix gelatin powder and 4 tbsp of water in a small cup. Mix coffee, sugar, and the gelatin in a pan and stir well over low heat. Strain the mixture and pour into four cups. Cool them in the refrigerator. Serve with whipped cream or vanilla ice cream.

http://www.bfeedme.com/coffee-jelly/

Image reflection generator - create reflections with Reflection Maker

http://www.reflectionmaker.com/
This is a pretty neat program to do something different with your pictures.
It isn't a download onto your computer. You can do everything right from the site itself. Provide a URL of a picture or browse for one already on your computer, pick a background color, the size of the reflection (100 is good), generate and voila ! you can see what your picture is like. Can tweak size and background color while it's still sitting there. Then either click the download link underneath or right-click and save it that way.
Pretty cool app if you don't want to drag out the photo editing software you have and do it the hard way lol
Enjoy

United Friends Challenge #64

Spaceeagle's Challenge

What does freedom mean to you?

This is a tough one Cal.
I think about the girl I used to be, with all her hopes and dreams. Her thoughts for her future. Being shy and bashful, looking at the world with a bit of curiosity while also being slightly nervous of it as well.  Is a big world out there for a girl from a small 'hamlet'.  The issues she was dealing with at the time that didn't instill a lot of self-esteem or self-confidence. Being the oldest of two boys, two girls. Always being told that she needed to set an example for the younger ones, so she always felt she couldn't truly be herself. She already knew she was a good person and would always do the right thing. But basically feeling like every fiber of her being was being controlled by a mother that didn't want her to make the same mistakes, to grow up in an environment like she did. While allowing the younger ones to be themselves, to discover the big bad world out there, to grow.
One of the happiest days of this young woman's life was when her hometown didn't have the employment opportunities for someone finishing school, and she had to move away to make her mark in the world.  Got a job. Got her own apartment. Nobody telling her what to do or how to act or how to think. And it was taking time to discover what she had hidden for so long. Finding the freedom was available to her to make her own mistakes and learn from them. What was important to her and what wasn't.  And she was doing alright.
But she hadn't finished her journey of self-discovery, figuring out who and what she was, when her childhood reared it's ugly head again. She never was taught that it was ok to say no. That there were ways to stand up for herself.  That it was ok to be true to herself and do what is right for her to do. She didn't know that she didn't have to bow down to another all the time. She didn't know that there are times you might have to hurt someones feelings and there was a way to do it, with compassionate words and genuine emotions. That it should have been important to remain true to herself.
Always hearing that a girl marries a man like her father.
She met a man and having thought she was just easy going and there are other things to fret and worry about, she took some things in stride. When he moved in without telling her, she didn't know how to tell him no. When he asked her to marry him, she didn't know how to say no. She didn't want to hurt his feelings because she was always told to watch what you say so you do not hurt someone else's feelings. Going through the motions for the next year, without recognizing her body and soul was trying to tell her something. Getting cold feet before the wedding, but having been taught that you always do the right thing, she thought of all the money that had been spent up until that point, she did the right thing and went through with it.
Knowing within two years she had made the biggest mistake of her life. She didn't marry her father. She married her mother. She had little self-esteem and self-confidence growing up. Now she had none at all. Wanting out but afraid to tell him. Afraid of his anger, his words. Then finding out she was pregnant and getting so sick she almost lost the baby and die herself.
The next 20 or so years was a major undertaking. It didn't get any better. Always believing that once you married, you married for life, she made attempts at improving things for the family unit. But not having learned how to stand up for herself and what was right for her, things would only get worse. Knowing she had left behind a very vital part of herself but not knowing what it was or how to get it back.
It wasn't until she discovered the online community on her computer when she started to figure things out. That it was ok to be herself. To have a sense of humour and find people that would actually laugh with her. People that allowed her little bursts of standing up for herself without belittling her or criticizing her for it. People that didn't think her hopes and dreams were stupid or not important. People that were in actually in awe of her and proud of her. People that didn't think she needed to be told what to do and how to do it and all that.
So over time, she was discovering what had happened in her childhood. She was discovering how and why her childhood shaped her future the way it had. She was discovering why she married the man she did. She was discovering that she wanted to be around people that accepted her for the being her. Discovering that there are people that will accept her for being herself. Not all her ideals and quirky ways were too weird and needed to change. People that didn't beat that out of her with their words.
Getting some of that self-esteem and self-confidence back. Learning that it's ok to stand up for herself and for what she believed in. Learning that she is stronger than she always gave herself credit for.
Accepting the guilt and the regrets for some of the things that have happened over the years, but not embracing them anymore and beating herself up over them. To just let them go and move on. To take what she has learned about her past and shape her future to truly be herself. To finally accept that she does have a right to live her life and that she and her son will be better off when she acts upon the ultimate decision.

My Motorcycle Theme

This is based on the Custom Colors Theme with some CSS tweaks thrown in.
You won't get the wolf eyes in the textarea of the reply box or the
Two Wolves graphic in the Welcome box.

I've having trouble with the 'width' being stripped in two spots on the CSS
code at the moment, and I thought I had cleaned it up so it wouldn't.
If you do use this, let me know if it's still glitching.

Patti ;-)

/* body */
div.bodywrap {
background-image: url(http://images.wolvesandrainbows.multiply.com/image/4/photos/25/600x600/2/misc319.jpg?
et=aZl%2BICAuATE30hzLU2k2lQ&nmid=108939046);
}

div.contentwrapper {
background-color: #000000;
margin: 0 auto;
}

body {
background-color: #000000 ! important;
}

/* part or rail where ads are */
.rail {
background-color: transparent;
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

.railstart {
background-color: transparent;
color: #FFB6C1;
border: none;
margin-right: -1px;
}
.railbody {
width: 118px;
background-color: transparent;
color: #CD6839;
}
.railend {
background-color: transparent;
color: #CD6839;
}
div.header {
background: none;
border-color: #CD6839;
background-color: #000000;
border-bottom: none;
}

td.rail {
background: none;
border: none;
background-color: transparent;
color: #CD6839;
}

td.leftnav {
background: none;
border-color: transparent;
border-right-color: #000000;
border-left-color: #000000;
background-color:transparent;
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}
div.leftnavsep {
border-color: #000000;
}
div.railsep {
background: #000080;
}
td.leftnav a.mopt, td.leftnav a:link.mopt, td.leftnav a:visited.mopt,

a.mopt, a:link.mopt, a:visited.mopt {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

td.leftnav a:hover.mopt, a:hover.mopt {
text-decoration: none;
background: transparent;
color: #6459ED;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

/* site title */
h1#page_owner_title {
color: #000000;
font-size: 12px;
font-family: comic sans ms;
text-align: center;
}

/* page title */
h1 {
color: #000080;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

/* item title area */
.itemboxsub {
background: none;
background-color: transparent;
border-color: #CD6839 solid 2px;
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
font-size: 14px;
border: none;
}

/* calendar editting */
.caldiv1 {
background-color: #000000;
}
.caldiv1 th {
background-color: #000000;
}
.caldiv1 td {
background-color: 000000;
}

.itemsubsub {
background: none;
background-color: transparent;
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
font-size: 12px;
}

/* item contents area */
.itembox {
background: transparent;
background-image: url(http://images.wolvesandrainbows.multiply.com/image/4/photos/25/600x600/2/misc319.jpg?
et=aZl%2BICAuATE30hzLU2k2lQ&nmid=108939046);
border-color: 1px solid #8B2323 ! important;
color: #CD6839;
font-size: 12px;
font-family: comic sans ms;
border: none;
}

.itembox legend {
color: #CD6839;
}

.itemboxalbum {
background: none;
border: 1px solid transparent;
background-color: #000000;
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

div.relatedlinks {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

.stats {
background: none;
background-color: transparent;
border-color: transparent;
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

/* links inside itemboxen */
.select a, .select a:visited, .select a:link, .select a:hover, .viewmore a,.viewmore a:visited, .viewmore a:link, .viewmore a:hover, .itembox a, .itembox a:visited, .itembox a:link, .itembox a.select, .itembox
a:visited.select, .itembox a:link.select, .itembox a:hover.select {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
font-size: 12px;
font-weight: bold;
}

a.select, a:visited.select, a:link.select, a:hover.select {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

#uploadtools a, #uploadtools a:visited, #uploadtools a:link, #uploadtools
a:hover {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}
#importtools a, #importtools a:visited, #importtools a:link, #importtools
a:hover {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

.cattitle a, .cattitle a:visited, .cattitle a:link, .cattitle a:hover {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
font-size: 16px;
font-weight: bold;
}

/* navigation and title bar */
div.owner_nav {
background: url(http://images.wolvesandrainbows.multiply.com/image/2/photos/22/1200x1200/36/motorcycles-desktops.jpg?
et=7Z%2BZMXd1zsRj26nB9szAzQ&nmid=108759467);
background-color: transparent;
border: none;
width: 780px;
height: 580px;
margin-top: -5px;
}

td#content-start {
border-color: #FFB6C1;
}

table.globalnav {
background: none;
background-color: transparent;
}

table.globalnav h3 {
color: #CD6839;
font-size: 10px;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

.navinput {
border: 1px solid #000000;
background-color: transparent;
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

div.gndd {
background: none;
background-color: #000000;
border: 1px solid #8B2323;
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

div.gndd a {
border: 1px solid transparent;
}

div.gndd a:hover {
background-color: transparent;
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

div.ddsep {
background-color: #000000;
}

h4#post_new_content_sections {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

/* owner navigation links */
span.signoutid a, span.signoutid a:visited, span.signoutid a:link,
span.signoutid:hover, a.signoutid, a.signout, a.signout:visited, 
a.signout:link, div#ownedfooter a, div#ownedfooter a:visited, div#ownedfooter a:link, li.gnopt a, li.gnopt a:visited, li.gnopt a:link {color: #CD6839;
font-size: 10px;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

li.gnoptsel {
border-color: #8B2323;
background-color: #000000;
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}


li.gnoptsel a, li.gnoptsel a:visited, li.gnoptsel a:link, li.gnoptsel
a:hover {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}
td li.gnoptsel a, td li.gnoptsel a:visited, td li.gnoptsel a:link, td
li.gnoptsel a:hover {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

div#subnav li.gnoptsel {
border-color: #8B2323;
}

/* right rail links */
ul.sidelist a, ul.sidelist a:visited, ul.sidelist a:link {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}
.railbody a.raillink, .railbody a:link.raillink, .railbody
a:visited.raillink {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}
.userlogo a, .userlogo a:hover, .userlogo a:visited, .userlogo a:link,
td.rail div#rail div.userlogo a {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}
.userlogo, td.rail div#rail div.userlogo {
border-color: #8B2323;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

/* protect poll dialog box fonts */
td#cell_ {
color: #6459ED;
}

tr#row_vote {
color: #6459ED;
}

div#ownedfooter {
background: none;
background-color: transparent;
border-color: #6459ED;
}

td#maincontent {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

a.go, a.go:visited, a.go:link {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

/* various classes to describe link colors throughout the main body */
a.post, a.post:visited, a.post:link, a.editlinks, a.editlinks:visited,
a.editlinks:link, a.compose, a.compose:visited, a.compose:link, a.vopt,
a.vopt:visited, a.vopt:link  {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

a.editlinks:hover {
font-style: italic;
}

.breadcrumb a, .breadcrumb a:visited, .breadcrumb a:link, div.itemactions
a, div.itemactions a:visited, div.itemactions a:link {
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

div.header li.gnoptsel {
background: none;
border: none;
background-color: transparent;
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
padding: 2px 0 2px 0;
margin: 2px 6px 2px 6px;
}

div.header li.gnoptsel b.cn {
background: none;
}
#home_guestbook .replybox {
background: #000000;
border-color: #8B2323;
border-style: solid;
border-: 1px;
color:#CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
font-size: 12px;
width: 330px;
}
.replybox {
background: #000000;
border-color: #8B2323;
border-style: solid;
border-: 1px;
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
font-size: 12px;
}
.textarea {
background: #000000;
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
border: 1 px solid;
border-color: #8B2323;
}

.replybox, .replyboxread, .quotet {
background: #000000;
border-color:#8B2323;
border-style: solid ! important;
border-: 1px ! important;
color:#CD6839; /*6459ED;*/
font-family: comic sans ms;
font-size: 12px;
}

.replybox textarea {
color:#FFFFFF;
font-size:13px;
}

.railbody p{
display: none;
}

/* border */
div.stats div.infobox .boxbody {
border:2px solid #CD6839;
}

/* bg-color */
div.stats .infobox {
background: transparent;
}

/* assign transparent for transparent box */
.stats {
background:#000000 none repeat scroll 0%;
}

/* text color */
div.stats {
color:#CD6839;
}

u {
text-decoration:none;
border-bottom:double;
}

.replydeleted {
display:none;
}

.itemboxsub .icon img {
display: none;
}

ul.sidelist li, ul.sidelist li a {
list-style-image: none;
background: none;
}
li.gnopt a img, li.gnoptsel a img {
display: none;
}
.itembox .viewmore a.add, .itembox .viewmore a.select,{
background: none;
}
input {
background-image: none;
background: transparent;
border: 1px solid #CD6839;
color: #CD6839;
font-family: comic sans ms;
font-size:12px;
margin:3px;
padding:5px;
}

#home_guestbook .replybody img {
display-width:250px;
max-width:275px;
width:auto;
}

.userlogo, .contactbox, .railbody .userlogo {
background-color: transparent;
font-size: 10px;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

td.rail div#rail .railbody .userlogo {
border: 2px solid #CD6839;
background: transparent;
font-size: 10px;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

.voptlabel {
color: #ccc;
}
div.box, div.box div.boxbody {
background: #FFB6C1;
}

.quotet {
background:transparent  -25px;
}

/*SITE CUSTOMIZATION BACKGROUND*/
div#customize_body.customize_body{
background: #000000 ! important;
}

/*SITE CUSTOMIZATION TITLE*/
h2.hph2 {
font-size: 18px;
font-weight: bold;
color: #6459ED ! important;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

/*SITE CUSTOMIZATION LINKS*/
div#customize_body a {
color: #6459ED ! important;
font-family: comic sans ms;
}

.posteddate {
font-weight: bold;
font-size: 12px;
color: #ffffff;
display: none;
}

/*Removing Icons from themes*/

/*Top header:*/
li.gnopt a img, li.gnoptsel a img {
display: none;
}

/*Boxes:*/
.itemboxsub .icon img {
display: none;
}
/*or (this also removes the space used by the icon - thanks to bindra)*/
.itemboxsub .icon {
display: none;
}

/*Right rail (most themes):*/
ul.sidelist li, ul.sidelist li a {
list-style-image: none;
background: none;
}

/*Plus and arrow on itemboxes:*/
.itembox .viewmore a.add, .itembox .viewmore a.select {
background: none;
}

.quotet img {
display: none;
}
.quotet {
background: transparent url(http://images.wolvesandrainbows.multiply.com/image/2/photos/14/600x600/4/quote-start-blue.gif?
et=rQabD1fmzFnYwyj7XWJGcA&nmid=100880486) no-repeat left 27px scroll;
}
.quotet i {
padding-top: -5px;
padding-right: 30px;
padding-left: 25px;
background: transparent url(http://images.wolvesandrainbows.multiply.com/image/2/photos/14/600x600/3/quote-end-blue.gif?
et=igBH11YZN1b%2CH6rPf5Kn7w&nmid=100880486) no-repeat right bottom scroll;
}


/*TAGS ON THE RIGHT RAIL */
div#mainbox_1 div.relatedlinks {
     color:transparent;
background-color: transparent;
border: none;
color: #fCD6839 /*6459ED*/ ! important;
font-weight: normal;
font-size: 14px;
text-align: align left;
overflow-x: auto;
height:500px;
width: 100px;
position: absolute;
top: 955px;
left: 710px;
z-index:10000;
}
div#mainbox_1 div.relatedlinks a, div#mainbox_1 div.relatedlinks a:link {
     color: #CD6839;
font-style:oblique;
}
div#mainbox_1 div.relatedlinks a:hover {
     color:#ff0000;
text-decoration: blink;
font-style:normal;
}
div#mainbox_1 div.relatedlinks a:active {
     color:#CD6839;
}

div.relatedlinks a, div.relatedlinks a:link, div.relatedlinks a:visted {
font-size: 14px ! important;
}

/*border*/
.tablediv1 {background-color:#000000;
}
/*main*/
.tablediv1 tr{background-color:#000000;
}
/*top*/
.tablediv1 th{background-color:#000000;
color:#CD6839;
}
/*text*/
.bodysummary{
color:#CD6839;
}
/*hover*/
.tablediv1 th:hover{background-color:#1346A5;
color:#6459ED;
}
.tablediv1 tr:hover{background-color:#1346A5;
}
.tablediv1 {
margin: -1px;
border: 2px inset #6459ED;
}

div#mainbox_1 {
background-image: url(http://images.wolvesandrainbows.multiply.com/image/4/photos/25/600x600/2/misc319.jpg?
et=aZl%2BICAuATE30hzLU2k2lQ&nmid=108939046);
}

/*FOOTER - with logo above footer*/
div#ownedfooter {
margin: 0px;
padding: 150px 0px 5px 0px;
width: 790px;
border: none;
font-size: 12px;
color: #C8DDEE;
background-color: transparent;
background: url(http://images.wolvesandrainbows.multiply.com/image/2/photos/12/600x600/12/Sunset-Thought1.png?
et=3yJGjsYCfOmSduD9IocVhw&nmid=100061501) no-repeat top center;
text-align: center;
}

United Friends Challenge #63 - Hey You

Bellemom06's Challenge

Write a letter, or poem to your teen self.

"MO-OOOOOMMMMM Where's my yearbook? I want to put it in my treasure chest before we move"
"How would I know where you put it? I haven't seen it"
"Never mind. I found it"
(and envelope slips out from between the pages and flutters to the floor)
"What the ?"


Heyyyyyy Pat !

It's me ! You !
About a hundred years into the future.
Ok. I know I've just knocked you onto your butt with that.
Actually I'm only about 30 years into it.
Guess that means I've just told you we'll hit middle age at least.
I am actually older than what mom and dad are now.
Well, how old they are when you are finding this.
And no, I'm not old enough to be your grandmother, so don't even think it.
You don't know it yet, but you are going to be fine, even if people tend to think of you being a little quirky, sometimes weird, and not an easy person to understand at times. Some will even like you that way. Because you are just being yourself. Always remember that. Don't let anybody ever try to change who you are ok? Be honest and true to yourself, and you'll be honest and true to the people that really like that about you.

You'll have 10 kids.
There you go again. On your butt haha
Kidding.
But you will have one child that will be a joy to you and teaches you a lot about yourself. Things you don't know now. And I'm not going to deny you that experience of self discovery. Is the one thing that still keeps me in awe today, that I could embrace something so much that I live and breathe it. I had to. You have to. That child will need you.
And I know you can and will do it. Believe me when I say, you wouldn't want it any other way either.

I know you hate being the oldest child and all the responsibilities that get heaped upon you right now by mom and dad. You even feel like you're missing out on being a teenager by having to do the right thing all the time. I can't say that it will change much. Only the responsibilities themselves will change. And that's not a bad thing. It's part of being an adult. You're even looking forward to some of them. I know you are.

But I will tell you that you won't lose some of that child-like innocence and quality about yourself.
No, don't groan and roll your eyes. I know you are doing that. I would have at that age if someone told me I'd be this old and still be child-like. Sounds like an insult, doesn't it? But it's not really.
Just means you will be young at heart in many ways. You won't be a old hag with wet pin-curls drying while you are sleeping.
Ohhhh I know you rolled your eyes with that one. ha ha
Don't worry. Mom will get out of that pin-curl habit eventually.
But I will tell you that you will still blush. And when someone does, don't be too hard on them ok? It's a rare treat to find someone that still blushes at this ripe old age, in this day and age. With you blushing, you remind them of their youth and how they could make their girlfriends blush, while hiding their own blush .. like some teenagers do.

Some dreams come true, some don't. One dream that will come true, won't be the way you imagine it should. It has to do with a certain dream when we were thirteen. You associate the dream as a materialistic thing, when it won't be. The dream will be part of your identity - who and what you are - on the inside. And not many people will recognize that dream for what it really is. I know 'we' didn't for many years. Took a friend from Oregon (yes, I did say Oregon) to clue us into that fact. But I've said too much. I will refrain from telling you any more. But when you think that dream is dead in the water sort of thing, It didn't die. Just changed. Revealed itself to what it truly was meant to be.

Life won't be all that easy, not like you imagine it will be like. I know, teenagers do have their ideals about what life will be like. The reality can be quite different. There will be some ups and downs, but you'll survive. There will even be times you question your own sanity about the choices you made. It's a learning experience and just makes you a stronger person for it. There will be some bad days. There will be some good days. And then there will be a great day. You'll know it when it happens. You'll crave it and work towards it. With ever fiber of your being. It'll take a while, and you'll feel like giving up, but please don't. Not to us. Not to that child.

You'll be fine Patti. You will survive. You'll be strong. And when life throws you a curve ball, hit it back with the bat.

Never forget. I love you.

Patti

P.S. Don't fret your name too much. I know you dislike it because it's everybody else's names. Mom's cousin, mom's middle name, and your last name is always going to be because of some guy, whether it's dad's or a husbands. And you will continue to experiment with how people will know you as. But you know what I figured out? It's just a name. It doesn't define who you are. Your soul will do that for you.

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Canadian Idol 6 - Mookie and Drew

We are nearing the end of season 6 of Canadian Idol, with the top 7 vying for Idoldom (lol).
Mookie and Drew are local boys to me.
Mookie is from Toronto, but his family has a cottage not too far from the town I live in at present, so is considered a local boy in this area.
Drew is from the small town just up the road, about 15 minutes away. And with his age being 18, is possible he was on a school charter I had done. I don't know. I just know he looked familiar the first time I saw him on tv.
I know which one I am leaning more towards earning the title Canadian Idol. The next couple weeks will tell the tale.
Mookie was in the bottom 3 last week though, which I thought was odd. Loved the way he sang Ophelia the week before. Maybe not enough supporters voting for him like Drew?

Mookie Morris - Ophelia


Mookie Morris - Naive


Drew Wright - The Grace


Drew Wright - The Reason