Oh, Marie, Oh, Marie

Some of you know my little belief that we have past lives.  Sure, it's make believe (unless you are Hindu).  But, we all need make believe.

Brad had to have been a sailor because he is the best swimmer, like a fish, and he loves the ocean.

Me, however, I like to get specific with who I was.

I started out as Cleopatra.  I joined forces with Rome through landing Marc Anthony and having Julius Casear's child probably had something to do with my ties to Rome.  I fought wars, killed my brother, oh, what a mighty, mighty little lady was.

Then, I was royalty once again.  Marie Antoinette with my little pug (Mops), feathers galore, and three feet high bouffants.  Unfortumately, the French Revolution brought me to my knees only to have my head chopped off.  Bah!  But, oh the jewelry that adorned that head.  I was reuntied today with one of my most treasured pieces of jewelry, a pair of diamond earrings given to me by Louis.  Take a look.

Then, I was the Purple Rose.  She had a rather bloody death, too, in the 20s in America.  We need not visit her sad but roaring life.