Guess Who Learned How to Fly

Hell yeah baby - you guys saw it first how on the 1st of this month I hit 60 and got my epic mount. Now behold--I'm on an epic flier! It happened on Sunday, July 27th sometime in the evening before dinner. I think... Anyhow, I was lucky enough to have some of my favourite people around - both E and Danasha were on hand to hear (or read) how close to 70 I was as we quested along before finally hitting it and immediately rushing off to learn how to fly and soon after that, even Urs made an appearance - sweet!

I'd like to thank Danasha for sharing the awesome pictures she took of the three of us flying over Wildhammer Stronghold (I think that's where we were) since I'd gotten an appropriately odd camera angle ready only to find my stupid machine didn't want to screenshot the occasion. She shows that she is a far more skilled flier than I am because there's no way I'd ever be able to position myself for this sort of shot - half the time I think my characters would be upside down, holding on for dear life if it were in the mechanics of the game. In fact, it would seem everybody took that into account and posed around me.

It was actually coincidence that E and I both went with green. As a hunter, the colour seems only natural for him and for me? I already have two in purple so green would be the next natural choice since I seem to have a purple and green theme going on. No, seriously, I do! Now, for those of you looking at this and wondering why Danasha has such a cool flier - that would be her wicked awesome netherdrake...I soooooooooooooooooooo want one!!! Check out that impressive wingspan! I'd never noticed how fabu it was!

Seriously - check out that wingspan she's got going on....le sigh....maybe I'll get one someday...

Is that the voice in my head…

That tells me to kill and kill again? Why yes! Yes it is! No, I’m not off to kill people…not yet at least…but yet once again, I’ve become compelled to try and kill out plant life and this time I’m starting at the root of it. Seeds, actually.

Truth be told, gardening is not my forte. I like to say that I’m allergic to life – grasses, pollens and trees make me sneeze and itch. Ragweed gets my eyes all red and icky. Mold gives me an awful headache. I hate being in dirt, having it get under my fingernails. I don’t know a weed from a flower and rather like thistles anyhow and don’t think they should be classified as something that needs to be shunned. Well, it shouldn’t be called a weed. If there’s a police that protected plants or a Plant Protective Services out there, they’d have a thick file on my transgressions against plant life. Let’s take a look at some of my case files.

Case File #004 – The Science Project
It was a simple enough task. Grow something out of a bean for science class, in science class. Seems like something you can’t really mess up while in the hands of a trained professional. Thirteen kids in my class grew cute vines to take home. I wound up with a cup of lifeless dirt. It was as if I stole whatever soul a fava bean possesses.

Case File #081 – The Carrot Top
I have no idea where I read this, but apparently you can grow shit off a carrot top. My sister and I proceed to eat all the carrots in the fridge, save for the carrot tops so we could grow them. Lil sis wound up with cute shoots of green that eventually died…cause you know I never figured out WHY you’d do this, but I guess you’re supposed to plant them in dirt…while I wound up with black chunks of…well…something.

Case File #152 – The Science Project Revisited
Ok, I must admit, this was a different project and an older and not much wiser fae. I attempted to grow three seeds from three different diets. Victim one received a normal diet of water and actually thrived till it grew enough to realize who I was before committing a quick suicide. Victim two was fed coke. Initially it grew well before turning into mush. I think it was poisoned. Victim three was fed pure vodka…or maybe it was whiskey. Regardless, it was cheap. Poor thing never had a chance.

Case File #409 – Romancing the Garden
I was actually about 18 when my parents moved into the house they currently live in and the gardens for it were beautiful. So beautiful that the former owners had a gardener or landscaping company that maintained it which is a good thing cause after having had to clean up the kitchen of what must have been several months worth of bitter divorce fighting, the garden would have been filled with spilt/splattered coffee and yanked hair. Since gardens are like…outside, I bet there would have been broken coffee cups too.

Anyhow, yours truly got sent out to take care of weeds and as you know, I’m kinda hazy on the subject. However it was a beautiful setting – beautiful gardens, nice neighbourhood and a gorgeous summer afternoon. Somehow I’d gotten into my head that pulling weeds was graceful, Victorian thing – romantic! So I decked out in a lovely summer dress and shimmering strand of pearls before heading out into front yard with a basket for my pullings. Man…was I ever in for a rude awakening.

After about…fifteen seconds…nature reiterated that NC does, indeed, have hot and humid summers and I HATE being hot and sweaty. I also came to the realization that dirt was doing nothing for my wicked cool French mani (light blue tips against a darker blue – I was soooooooooo before my time, bitches!) and I still didn’t have the whole weed vs. plant thing down so I was just randomly grabbing green anyhow and yanking. And that, my friends, brought me to the monkey that broke the straws back. I don’t know what the hell it was, but I found myself holding some sort of grassy clump with ants pouring out on my hands. Game over. Screw you guys, I’m going home. Screaming my head like a lil bitch while doing so.

Case File #1001 Set It and Forget It
My last attempt at growing something happened here in Germany. E’s boss’s wife gave me a plant to welcome me to hell. It was a very sweet gesture that I worried over because well…as you can see, I have a history about not getting along with plants. However, she assured me that all I needed to do was water it ever once and a while. Easy peasy, right? Heh…I wish! Poor thing sickened on the ledge of my dining room window and one day managed to find itself outside in a snowstorm.

So what’s the point of this rather lengthy post? My black thumbs have been itchy and I’ve decided to try, yet again, to bring forth life from dirt. I’ve been told this is simple enough and there’s nothing more fulfilling than growing your own herbs. I’ve started with two of my favourites, dill and chives and added on parsley cause I’ve heard it’s under-utilized. My seeds are mixed in Miracle Gro…or Grow…whatever it’s called. Cause let’s face it. I need one to get these babies going.

Who'za-What'za?!?

Have you ever had a post you wanted to make on your blog that, in your head, was so awesome, so filled with neat pictures that it would be epic in greatness? Have you ever sat down to do said post and found yourself up to your neck in trying to get those images to work right, your tounge to untwist and and utter inablity to put it together? And after making your epic greatness - the post of all posts, your magnum opus did you ever sit back and realize it was an epic fail? Yeah...me too.

It's occured to me that I could go on - post after post rambling on about the comings and goings of my life and I'd never get to this point. Which point is that? The point where my dear reader has no clue who the hell I'm talking about when I mention a name or show a face...though I don't know I plan on doing that. I've put this off for the longest time cause...well...I wanted to do it my way. This is, of course, done in a manner that is much harder than necessarily and perhaps a touch too much. All before being slopped on a plate and presented with a chirpy, "Hey! This is for you!" So, without any further adieu - I present to you the Cast and Crew that help make this blog the mess it is. (:

So me...let's see...I'm a stay at home mum living here in Germany. I think we've made it abundantly clear that I can't speak the language very well at all. I have a habit (good, bad, wierd - who knows) of mixing my languages up into one frightening sentance or paragraph or muttered obcentity. I've taken up blogging for a couple reasons - things like peer pressure, visions of gradure and a desire "feel better". Things I like include certain addictive online games, a pile of Adult Swim programmes, the colour black and the melty bits of ice cream in the bottom of a sundae dish. Some things I dislike include PeTA (Though I'm all for People for the Ethnical Tasting of Animals), shitty music and people in general. Oh, though I do love a good gathering. Did I happen to mention I'm also the singer in a Rockband? Hell yeah baby - good times had by all!

Being the epitome of laziness, I didn't even bother to fix this poor guy's name. This would be mein mann, der Erlkonig - or The Elf King...something like that. Much to his annoyance, I'm known to refering to him as E because der Erlkonig is too difficult to use in (my) everyday conversation. I like to think I inspired him to start his own blog which kicks serious ass - check it out!

As I mentioned above, I’m a mum here. I’ve got two girls – my growing to a gamer geek oldest daughter, the Elfling and my bouncy-bouncy Diva. Truth of the matter is, both these girls are high risk for the delightful affliction of Gamer-Geek. Moreso once we get down and dirty with playing Warhammer 40k. When I was in radio, both girls played strong parts during periods of my show where they really added a certain…je ne sais quoi (I’d tsk myself for using such a fancy term if I hadn’t needed to actually look up how to spell it) to my show. By usually having my listener’s rolling around on the ground laughing at our antics. The Elfling got her name, I like to think mostly, cause you can’t grow up always being known as “the Goblin Baby”. She has a pointy ear which kinda earned her an elfin nickname…that and it fits with well…us. The Diva’s nickname really fits her cause she’s all about the drama – flouncing about and just….oozing dramatics when it fits…or even when it doesn’t.

Gambit the cat. He often gives me the look you see in this picture and I’m quite certain he’s plotting my demise …or world domination. Likely both! Seriously, despite the pissed off teenager look he has going, he’s one of the most loving…or smothering cats I’ve ever had. Of course, we’ll see me try to say this as he trips me while I try to feed him.

Moptop and Danasha – more than just for breakfast! Ok…I wouldn’t know and really, really,really shouldn’t go there. These guys are two characters I play with on WoW (that’s World of Warcraft/Farming/Dailies for those of you who don’t know any better (Oh jesus Christ, yes, the it’s Warcraft – the other two are what I sometimes feel the name of the game is) and need a heads up) Together we raid, pvp (really, really, really badly in my case) and in general, help each other out. Oh another thing, these two darlings are actual real time friends. No, seriously, we sometimes gather round ye olde Xbox and jam out together.

Ded and Urs are friends of mine on another realm in WoW. Ursula (yes, yes…I’m switching things on your asses) is actually the short firecracker of a guild master…mistress? Anyhow, I was lucky enough to trip over...well, they ARE a gnome and dwarf…short lil fuckers… these two when I first came upon the realm of Trollbane and let me tell you – I’ve never met such a duo of warm, friendly cuddlebunniness. That being said, I should probably be shot for abandonment since I know I turn up these days with about as much frequency as a blue moon. I’m damn lucky to have such forgiving friends…though we’ll see how much that holds up when I post pics of them drunk and naked on their mounts.

Der Sam. Recently I was talking to this gent, of whom I’ve been friends with for a handful of years about how we met. It’s kind of funny to think that for quite a while I thought he was female. Not that he’s girlie, but because his character was and he really never made it clear otherwise. I was kind of looking forward to going on, and on about how he’s going to be a rising star in the field of sports journalism – after all, anybody who actually gets me interested in sports articles has got to be good. However, like many college students, he’s changed his major so I’ll someday get to go on about his many happy clients he has and oh my god that sounds so delightfully dirty he’s going to get me for typing this.

The Moms. No, I’m not the product of a lesbian relationship and likely both women would cause me serious pain for suggesting they’d lez out with someone so….you know, I’m going to stop digging myself deeper here. Anyhow – one mom’s by birth, the other by marriage. No evil mother in law’s here – that’s why she’s mom. How do you distinguish which one I’m talking about? Eh…we’ll figure it out as we go along.

The Demon…is yes, a washing machine. Mine, actually. He’s gotten the name because when I first got him, he had this awful habit of…well…moving around, especially during the spin cycle. I’m not talking about a ungentlemanly like rumble. We’re talking an Oh-my-FUCKING-god-why-are-there-bombs-going-off-in-the-basement sound that culminates with you going down there in a flak vest only to find it’s the Demon thrashing about the place like there’s a rave going on. He’s calmed down for the most part – sometimes he moves a lil bit but mostly he seems to have taken to playing with dice. Insert face-palm here…gamer family=dice in the laundry

That’s pretty much the bulk of things. I’m sure I’m missing out on people like Bella – whom you can read all about on her own killer blog and ummm…well, the rest of my family attached to The Mom’s but guess what, I can always add to this list.

Pic of the Week

Since I'm feeling all lazylike (despite the huge arsed post I have just begging to be posted...as soon as I finish it), I wanted to share what I think would be my picture of the week:

This Anasztazia, my (still) level 60 resto shammy. Let me assure you, it was hours of soulbreaking questing in Ashenvale that got me this kickin lil kitty. Anyhow - it's vacation week here and I'm off to the art museum!