Happy Birthday!!

     My baby turns 11 today! I'm in denial.

Avast there!

     Would Blackbeard steal movies? You bet he would!

On Hold...

   They appreciate our business. Our business is important to them. Blah blah blah. If that's true why don't they hire more people to answer the phones? At the very least, get some decent music playing! Also, if I have to hear another advertisement for your company asking me to use more of your services while I'm waiting to complain about the few I've got, I will set loose wild, ravening monkey-hordes in your office!

Worgen rule....

     I've played World of Warcraft off and on for several years. I started off on the side of goodness and light (Alliance) fighting the evil and darkness (Horde) with my little Night Elf druid. I set out to purge the land of the Horde's vile presence. When I had to stop playing for awhile, I vowed to return and take up the trail of vengence for my fallen friends.

    Time passed. Blood Elves were found in Azeroth. Now I can look back and see their insidious plan. The plan that worked. I turned to the dark side and their delicious cookies. "For the Horde!" became my lullabye. Trolls and orcs were no longer scary monsters but beloved friends and family. The Forsaken only needed a hug and a good meal. The grace of my new Blood Elf hunter fascinated me and I rushed eagerly to fight by the side of my new commrades.

     They almost lost me when I discovered my beautiful and deadly Blood Elf hunter would have a giant, purple chicken for a mount. But they kept me by giving me more and more quests with the Forsaken. Making me creep closer and closer to the goal of "Exalted" before finally relenting and letting me have one of their wonderful skeletal steeds. Now I had a steed worthy of my fierceness and fighting prowess! (And his tack matched my eyes!)

     Once again I had to stop playing. I swore I would never give up the Horde! Those horrible creatures of the Alliance were trying to wipe us out and we just wanted to be left in peace!

     Time again passed. The call to Azeroth came in the form of a Beta invitation. Worgens, Goblins and Dragons! Oh my!! Without even thinking, I created a lovely little Worgen. I ran to learn my first quests and she thrived and grew quickly. True, she looks rather mannish but it's what's on the inside that counts! As the time grew near for me to leave my home and venture out into the wider world, my teachers sent me on a quest to meet with our new allies. As I looked under the roots of a towering tree, I jumped back, startled! "For the Horde!" almost sprang from my lips until I realized what I had done. How could I have been so careless? Drawn back to the side of the Alliance by the promise of a cookie with sprinkles.

     Oh well, I do like sprinkles.

It's a jungle out there...

     My daughter told me one day, that she liked when the grass in our yard got long. She said, it was a jungle for her dolls and they could go on adventures. That reminded me of all the times when I was her age and my dolls and I went on adventures. The times I would pack "provisions" and set out to float down the mighty Mississippi with Tom Sawyer or tame elephants with Tarzan in darkest Africa.
     Most of the time when the grass gets long, I just sigh and get out the lawn mower. But, every once in awhile, I smile and step out to adventure.