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Well at least I seperated the rabbit trails out.

Cakelin asked what I(any of her readers) would do first in Wrath(along with a ton of other questions): The answer is a bit of a toss up. Go to Borean Tundra... or roll me a DK. Caitlin... cake...cakelin! I'm on a diet. Its not my fault your name sounds like cake :p ======================================================= So I'm sitting here at work. Actually working and thinking all the time about Snowboots. Snowboots is a almost two feet tall from ground to back(tails don't count). Snowboots is about 4 1/2 feet long with out the tail but including the front... "paws". Snowboots is my speckled white Scorpid(scorpion for non WoW players). And the reason I"m playing my hunter again. I never thought I would actually like a scorpid pet. I mean bugs and me are not friends. But I needed the next rank of claw so I tamed Snowboots. And after the first kill I knew Dots(my cheetah) would never come out of the stable. ==================================================

Icecream totally counts

So we're on a diet. We don't need need to be on a diet but we are trying to drop a few pounds-me 5 and Damm 10-15. And our efforts had stalled, mostly because the cafeteria where Damm works has lovely, tantalizing desserts and the smell of the best fries I've ever tasted constantly assaulting my nose. We weren't gaining weight but we weren't losing. So I decided that we needed a jump start, something to kick us back into weight-loss gear. I decided that we were going on the South Beach Diet since it's one of the saner diets out there (and I've read/perused most of the diets that have been thought up) and actually livable in its final phase. If you notice a lot of "I's" and not "Damm and I" that's because he likes to do what I'm doing and he really doesn't care as long as the scale is being nice to him ( Wulfa thinks ( his co-workers think he's hen-pecked ) , he doesn't and doesn't care what they think but it b

On Hunters.

Go do something for me. Go level a survival hunter to 40. Let him sit for a month or three while you play something else... come back and play him for about 10 min. You notice the difficulty your pet has holding hate off of your awesome crits? You notice how to kill a mob you have to burn half your mana?... Good Now respec Beast Master. Watch as your pet destroys things while you save your mana for BW and that thing that looks like a kodo's mouth. Maybe the occasional trap or heal. The difference is night and day.

Guess What!!!

Guess who haz a dragon!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just to clarify: My new dragon is a beautiful Violet Drake. My gryphon has been sent to a lovely retirement home where he shall be given the best of care. Violet and I are inseparable. And some more late-breaking news: I have a new pet! A warp stalker that earned the name Suki. Reason for acquiring: I'm a hunter, and I wanted one. Nuff said! :)

Oh my gosh the pain ....

So I've probably mentioned that I love anything with vampires, werewolves, faeries, etc.? I've just begun reading City of Bones by Clarissa Clare. I love it. It's a trilogy. The 2nd book has been released and I will be buying it. The 3rd one ISN'T OUT TIL NEXT MARCH! Why?! Why why why must the publishers put me through such pain?

Resistance is Futile

When I first met Damm his sense of style was non-existent. Since we had no money to spend on the type of clothes I wanted to buy him (non-Walmart clothing) I put the clothing transformation off into the future. Recently I've been buying him nicer shirts. He's steadfastly refused to let me pick out the style of his jeans, although he does let me pick the color (I usually pick the color that the nice male models that they have plastered in front of, oh shoot, forgot the store name ...... but it has HUGE GIGANTIC portraits of half-dressed young males ....). This past Sunday he ripped his jeans and had to buy new ones. To my surprise he let me pick out his jeans for him. Relaxed Fit Bootcut jeans (he usually buys the roomiest, baggiest jeans available). And this morning he paired it with one of his nicer black shirts. Darlin, I thought you and the rest of the world (including your mother) should know. You are HAWT. P.S. You almost were delayed for work. I have admirable self-contro

Some thoughts:

Please read the following: http://www.pvponline.com/2008/08/08/why-we-insulate/ Now that you are back. I have to agree. I really do. I mean sure... it can be incredibly helpful if you are building a machine and someone comes along and says "hey man that screw is loose...if you tighten it you'll get more torque". But when you are creating something artistic, the critics... well... they don't matter. Because you -will- fall on your face. You will write a horrible piece of lit that shouldn't ever see the light of day. But if you listen and hear someone tell you it was crap... most of the time you won't do it again. People tend to not bounce back from negative responses and try again. People tend to avoid the negative. So if you are a tender artistic soul.... don't listen... no matter what they say they aren't right. That said I'm sure there are hard boiled tough experimenters who listen and filter. Maybe. I think though that those souls have

Ye Olde Tattoo Shoppe

So it happened. I was asked to blog about my tattoos. I wasn't sure, at first, how best to do that. Show a few pictures, say what they mean, leave it at that? Or include why I got the tattoo, what it means to me? I wasn't sure I wanted to do the latter because describing why I got my tattoos, all of them, is not something I've done before. It also meant that you'd be taken on a small biographical Wulfa journey. In the end, though, I decided to do it all. Show a few pictures, tell you why, when, and how, and then answer a few most-commonly-asked questions. Hold on to your hats :) My first tattoo was probably the one I shouldn't have gotten. The conditions weren't right. I was 20, and had just gained and lost my first boyfriend. He had decided he really liked the dudes better. It was not an amicable parting-I think that's the first and only time I've screamed all of the cuss words and insulting phrases in my vocabulary at someone. Anyway, I wanted a change