Archive for March, 2010

My heart was beating out of my chest.

“Howie, where are you taking me?”

“My dear, we are headed to San Francisco.”  He smiled that brilliant smile.  “I hope you don’t mind, I have set everything up.  We will fly back late Sunday evening.”

“Wow, I have never been to California.  San Francisco supposed to be beautiful this time of year.”

“Yes, my dear, it is beautiful this time of year, and I ordered up great weather for us.  I have special plans for us tomorrow as well, ever heard of Farallon Islands?”

“Should I?  I am not to familiar with the West Coast.”

“Well then, you should be superbly surprised then.”  He took my hand and leaned in a placed a kiss softly on my lips.

As we drove to the airport, I couldn’t help but think about this weekend trip.  Seeing as we are spending the weekend together, we would be sharing a room, presumably.  Does this mean, he is ready for that all important next step?  My mind raced as I considered the possibilities.  We arrived at the airport, and walked through the terminals to a small one toward the southern end.  There was a learjet waiting there.  I looked at Howie, my mouth hanging open, with questions in my eyes.

“Dear, I told you I know people.”  He smiled again.

We boarded the plane, and settled into the soft leather seats, and buckled up for the trip West.  The flight was about four hours, and would put us in San Francisco at about eleven o’clock their time.  We arrived with no problems or turbulence on the flight, it was the most relaxing flight, I had ever been on.  I had a small glass of champagne, and some chocolate dipped strawberries, that were completely divine.

We arrived at the Argonaut Hotel on the Fisherman’s Wharf at midnight, and was promptly shown to our suite.  I subconsciously frowned at this, it was a two room suite.  We unpacked our suitcases, and he led me to the balcony, our room overlooked the bay, and you could see the Golden Gate bridge, it was a beautiful site, with the full moon in the sky.  He pulled me close to him, and ran his fingers through my hair. “Your eyes are beautiful in the moonlight, dear.”

I blushed profusely but did not break the gaze.  “Thank you,” I smiled up at him.

He leaned in and kissed me, the intensity burned in my veins, I could feel our hearts beating against each other, and I could hear nothing and everything all at once.  I didn’t want him to let go.  I didn’t want it to end.  I could have died in his embrace, and died happy.  It was an amazing kiss, the most amazing kiss I have ever had.  When he pulled his lips away from mine, I thought I might collapse.  His strong arms held me in place, with the balcony railing behind me.  My eyes were still closed, as he leaned in close, and whispered in my ear, “Bethany…”

He took me back in, and lead me to my room.  “I will see you bright and early my dear.  Breakfast will be here at 7am sharp, be ready.

I undressed in a daze, everything seeming dreamlike, and crawled into bed.  I slept soundly, not even stirring.  I woke up early, blaming the weariness of the night before on jet lag, and climbed into the shower.  I dressed in a pair of blue jean Capri’s and a grey tank top, my tennis shoes and my hair up in a pony tail.  I walked into the main room of the suite, and there was a virtual buffet of food.

“I wasn’t sure what your favorite breakfast items were, so I got a few choices.”  My stomach growled appreciatively as I took in all the smells and sight of the food.  It looked as though there were waffles of every flavor, bacon, sausage, eggs over easy, scrambled eggs, omelets, hash browns and so much more.  I sat down at the small table, and just stared at first, then slowly began picking and choosing.  We ate until we were both full, then he took me by the hand and proceeded to walk me downstairs and to a car waiting in the valet.  It was a sporty little Audi TT, black in color, with tan interior.  The valet handed him the keys, and opened the door for me, I slid into the luxurious leather seat, and off we went.  We shot around the corner and down a couple of blocks to the harbor.  There we met up with the captain of a ship called “Mercy Me”, we hopped aboard and headed out to sea.

The trip took a few hours, Howie fished, and I enjoyed the beautiful sunshine.  After traveling the open sea for a few hours, we came to a small island, there were seal lions playing off the coast.  I dragged my camera out of my camera bag and started snapping pictures.  The captain and Howie were talking quietly behind me, when I saw it.  I shook my head and tried to refocus.  Did I just see a shark come jumping out of the water?  I watched the area again, and didn’t see anything of unusual interest, so I focused on a sea lion that was wading out to sea.  I zoomed in with my camera to try and get a good picture of it swimming on top of the water.  Was doing a multi-shot, when it happened right there on the other side of my lens.  A huge shark came out of the water, catching the poor sea lion in it’s jaws, the shark had to have come about 4 feet out of the water and then gracefully went back under.  I almost dropped my camera.  Howie was laughing hysterically behind me.  I turned to see him doubled over with the captain, laughing.

“Baby, welcome to Shark jumping.  I hope you got some great shots of that Great White.”  He stopped laughing long enough to smile at me.

“That was completely amazing!  Will it happen again?  I wanna get some more shots.”  My eyes instantly focused back out to sea.

“Yes, my dear, they will be jumping all day, not sure how many, but as long as the sea lions are here, they will be as well.”  We spent the next four hours watching the water, and in that four hours, we saw maybe two more Great Whites jump.  I caught one more with my camera, not sure what kind of picture I got, though.  On the way back the sun was starting to set, I took some shots of the sunset on the brilliant blue water.  We arrived back in the harbor, as the sun finally dipped below the horizon.  The stars came out, and the moon graced us with her beautiful presence again.  We went back to the hotel, and cleaned up, and then went to a casual dinner in the hotel restaurant.  We went back to our room a little while later, and we sat on the balcony and talked.  I thanked him for the amazing day, and told him I couldn’t wait to see the pictures.  He stared deep into my eyes, while I talked to him, it seemed as though he was in a far off place.  I took the opportunity to crawl into his lap, and wrap my arms around his neck.  He pulled me close as I lay my head on his shoulder.

“Bethany, dear.”

“Yes, Howie.”

“We leave here tomorrow a bit earlier than I thought we would have to.  Work needs me.”  He stared deep into my eyes, almost pleading with me, asking me to understand.

“Howie, this has been an amazing trip.  If you need to go, then we will go.  Just stay with me tonight.”  My eyes pleaded back.

He sighed into my hair, and wrapped his arms tight around me.  He whispered in my ear, “Bethany…” and carried me in his arms off to his room.  The rest seemed like a wonderful dream.  The soft kisses, touches and caresses, it was as though I were looking at it from a different view, instead of being right there, I was there looking down on us.  We fell asleep in each other’s arms.  My heart ached the next morning when I awoke to find him missing.  There was a note on the pillow.

Went to grab breakfast and a surprise for you.  Be ready and packed when I get back, I have to head back to the office.

Yours,

Howie

I crawled out of bed, took a quick shower, threw on jeans and a t-shirt and pulled my hair back in a quick braid.  I took the opportunity to check my voice mail at the house, and there was none.  I had purposely left my Blackberry there, so I wouldn’t be bothered.

Howie came back with donuts and coffee, and we loaded up in the Audi and headed off to the airport.  He dropped me off at the terminal and took the rental car back.  An hour later we were headed back to Texas on the same plane we flew to California in.  I fell asleep on the flight back, I blamed the jet lag.

We arrived a few hours after take off and he drove me home in the Mazda.  He walked me to the door, gave me a kiss, and told me he would see me soon.

I walked into my empty house, and immediately missed Howie.  My heart sank in my chest, as I realized I would be sleeping alone tonight.  I headed for the office in the house, where my laptop sat, along with my Blackberry.  The light on the Blackberry blinked at me furiously, meaning I had several messages.  I ignored it and booted up the laptop.  My email was overflowing, I replied to the ones that seemed important, my best friend, my aunt and my cousin, then sat there staring at the screen.  Something just didn’t feel right.  I picked up  the blackberry, checked the text messages first, just a few from friends, then the email, work needing me to cover a story.  Same old thing, I sighed.

I went back to my room, and grabbed my camera bag.  I pulled the SD card out of the camera and put it into the card reader attached to my laptop.  The folder opened up and I pulled up the pics from the Zoo the weekend before and the trip from this weekend.  The shark pictures turned out amazing!  The sunset pictures were beautiful.  I kept looking through them though, and had this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I couldn’t place what it was, but there was something missing.  I saved the files to a folder on my external drive, and decided I needed a hot steamy bubble bath.  Wandered up the stairs feeling lost and empty, and ran the water, I used a peppermint bath salt to help ease the aches and soreness away.  I got undressed and stepped into the hot water gingerly, slowly sinking into the tub.  I let the scents invade my mind and the soothing sensation of the peppermint salts ease my tired body.  I replayed the weekend over in my head, trying to remember it all.

After soaking for a good thirty minutes, the water was turning lukewarm, I pulled my tired self out of the tub, dried off and slid in between the satin sheets naked.  I drifted off to sleep, and had sweet dreams of Howie.

The following week was busy at work.  No calls or flowers from Howie.  I mustered through my week, hoping for some sign of him, come Friday morning.

I woke up Friday morning, and took my shower, and ran downstairs and flung the door open, hoping to see something on the doorstep.  There was nothing.  No flowers, no card, no Howie.  My heart sank.  I called work and told them I wasn’t feeling well and went back to bed.  I lay there trying to figure out what might have gone wrong.  I thought back to the previous weekends, my mind racing, trying to remember every little detail.

I sat bolt upright in bed.  The pictures, that was it.  They were missing.  The pictures the Captain took of him and I against the sunset.  The pictures of us at the Zoo.  I ran down the stairs to my office.  I plugged in my external harddrive, booted up the laptop and pulled up my photos.  They weren’t there!  The number sequence was off.  What the Hell!!!

I immediately picked up my Blackberry.  I scrolled through the list, looking for Howie’s number.  It wasnt’ there!  Holy Hell!  I know I am not imagining things.  I ran back downstairs, and pulled the card off the refrigerator from the flowers.  There was his note.

I started pacing the floor.  I pulled up the Internet and searched for the law office he worked for.  Not listed.

My heart dropped again.

I picked up my phone, and dialed a number I hadn’t dialed in a while.

“Sam, it’s Beth, I need a favor.”

(To Be Continued)

I’ve heard tell that it’s magik

I’ve heard tell that it’s you

I’ve heard tell that it sneakes into my heart

I’ve heard tell that it’s true

I walked into you

I let you in

I opened up my heart

Does this mean you win

I’ve heard tell that it’s magik

That makes my heart beat so

I’ve heard tell that it’s magik

Is this truly so

The spell is cast

The case is closed

My heart beats fast

True colors are shown

I’ve heard tell that it’s magik

I’ve heard that it’s true

I’ve heard tell that it’s magik

My heart belongs to you

I close my eyes and I see you

I close my eyes and I hear you

I close my eyes and I feel you

I open my eyes and your not here

I open my eyes and I can’t hear you

I open my eyes and your touch is gone….

I love with all my heart

I feel with all my heart

I live with all my heart

You have my heart…

I want it back

My heart is for you now

My love is for you now

My soul still lingers for you to touch

My mind races for you

I gave my heart away once

I gave it to someone else

I got it back

Battered

Bruised

Still whole

I got it back

Will you take a used heart

Will you make it yours

Will you take this sheltered heart

Will you be that one

Will I get it back

I once had a perfect heart

I once had the perfect love

I once had the one that spoke to my soul

I once rose high above

I gave it all up

I gave it all away

I gave it all to them

I gave it …

I got it back

A little worse for wear

It still works and beats for that new person

I don’t want it back damaged this time

I don’t want to cry

I don’t want to deal with all the pain

I don’t want it back like that….

Be gentle with this heart

It can speak volumes with just a touch

Be gentle with this heart

It can be yours in just a touch

Be gentle with this heart

It is mine…

Until you take it…

For Mah Hunee…

I misses you!

The sky has lost it’s color
The sun has turned to grey
At least that’s how it feels to me
Whenever you’re away
I crawl up in the corner
As I watch the minutes pass
Each one brings me closer to
The time you’re comin’ back

I can’t take the distance
I can’t take the miles
I can’t take the time until I next see you smile
I can’t take the distance
And I’m not ashamed
That with every breath I take I’m callin your name

But I can’t take the distance

I still believe my feelings
But sometimes I feel too much
I make believe you’re close to me
But it ain’t close enough
Not nearly close enough

I can’t take the distance
I can’t take the miles
I can’t take the time until I next see you smile
I can’t take the distance
And I’m not ashamed
That with every breath I take I’m callin your name

I brave fire and I brave rain
To be by your side I’d do anything
I can’t take the distance

I will go the distance
I will go the miles
That’s how much you mean to me

‘Cause I can’t take the distance
I can’t take these miles
I can’t take the time until I next see you smile
I can’t take the distance
And I’m not ashamed
That with every breath I take I’m calling your name
I can’t take the distance

It’s hard to remember
As long as you’re away
When I find solace
There’s only one way

Morning all!

It’s a beautiful day here in the ramblings.  It’s been a very strange but happy two weeks.  I have a great boyfriend, who makes me smile and laugh, and I have great friends that I can talk to about anything

Just thought I would do a quick stop by, and tell you all Have a great and happy day!

<3 ya and happy reading!

I stared at my phone for a brief second, before answering it.

“Hello.” I said breathlessly.

“Bethany, it’s Howie, did you get my flowers?”  He asked me in a rush.

“Hi Howie, yes I did, they are beautiful, I love them all.  Where did you find such beautiful colors?”

“I have friends in the business.” he laughed.  “So, would you like to go do something today?  The leaves are changing colors and it’s very nice outside, maybe a trip to the Zoo?”

I stood there looking at the flowers on my dining room table, thinking about the heart stopping kiss from last night.  “Yes, that would be wonderful!  I haven’t been to the Zoo in ages.  Just let me get cleaned up.”

“Okay, so, can I pick you up in about two hours?”

“Sure!  I’ll be ready.  Talk to you soon!” I was all but skipping up the stairs as we hung up.

After a hot steamy shower, I wrapped myself up in a towel and went to stand in the doorway to my closet.  I looked at all the clothes there, with the news playing in the background, the weather was supposed to be sunny and 75 today.  I picked out a pair of black Capri’s with a white 3/4 length sleeve pullover, and a pair of sandals.  I straightened my hair, then pulled it up into a ponytail, put on a tiny bit of makeup and was ready to go.

Howie arrived promptly two hours later, I heard the purr of the Mazda as it pulled into the drive.  He knocked on the door, I hollered for him to come in, as I bounced down the stairs.  I looked up to see him standing there in a pair of jeans, and a black T-shirt, his smile bright and his eyes sparkling.  I walked over to him and he took my hands and leaned in for a kiss.  I kissed him softly and instantly felt that melting sensation.

I slowly and unwillingly pulled away, subconsciously licking my lips for his taste.  “Let me grab my purse, so we can enjoy our day together.”  I grabbed my keys off the hook and my purse off the side table, Howie held the door open and I locked it behind me.  He lead me to the car, and I slid into the soft leather of the passenger seat, and then he was right there beside me.  We drove through town to the Zoo, we got a close parking spot, which seemed like a miracle since the lot was almost overflowing.  Howie paid our admission in, and we set off.  I have always loved the big cats and bears and the aquarium, so we headed in the direction fo the cats via the way of the monkeys.  We wandered through the Zoo hand in hand and talked, and kissed softly every once in a while.  The sun felt marvelous, and the breeze was light, and the animals were all perfectly active, it was almost like a dream.  The day passed lazily and we saw every animal in the place.

After spending four glorius hours looking at every critter in the place, we finally found our way out.  We headed back into town for a bite to eat, and stopped at a little Mexican food place.  I had cheese enchiladas and a margarita, and he had fajitas and a coke.  We talked about our day and ate and talked some more.  That’s when he asked, “So, what flower was your favorite?”

“They were all so beautiful, I don’t think i can choose just one.” I looked down and blushed.

“Well, then I suppose you will just have to be surprised then.”  He took my hand and raised it to his lips, kissing the back of it softly, then turning it over and kissing the palm.  My stomach did flips and I thought my breath would never come back.  “Are you ready to go, my dear?”

I managed to stumble through a ‘yes’, he paid the bill, and walked me back to the car, and drove me home.  He walked me to the door.  I turned to unlock it, and asked him if he would like to come in.  He declined.  I stood there for just a moment, shocked.  Then he turned me toward him, taking me in his arms and kissing me passionately.  Again I felt tingly and floaty, as my body responded naturally, I pressed against him and put my arms around him.  He broke the kiss a short time later, saying, “I can’t stay with you tonight Bethany.”  I could feel my heart break.  I wanted this man, more than I have ever wanted anyone else, and he stood there telling me, no.

I giggled and blushed, “Howie, you devil you.”

“Oh, my dear, I am far from being a devil.” He laughed.

He leaned in close and kissed my cheek, then whispered my name in my ear, “Bethany…” He kissed me again softly on the lips, and told me goodnight.  I walked into the house, shut the door, listening as his car pulled out of the drive, walked up stairs, undressing and sliding into bed.

I had a wonderful dream that night.  I was standing in a meadow, and Howie was there, and all our friends and family were there.  We were being showered with rose petals of every color, and people were congratulating us.  I woke up to a knock at my door.

I sauntered lazily down the stairs, and there were a dozen white roses on the doorstep, no card, no note.  I didn’t need them, I knew they were from Howie.  I put them up on the table beside the others, and then wandered into the kitchen to grab some breakfast.  The day sidled by slowly, and I didn’t hear from him.

The week passed uneventful.  Every morning I woke up to a dozen roses on my doorstep, each dozen a different shade from the last.  I still hadn’t heard from him.

Friday morning, there was a card on the dozen vibrantly pink roses.

Dearest Bethany,

If you would be ready at eight o’clock sharp, I would love to take you on a weekend adventure.

Yours,

Howie

A weekend adventure, my mind raced!  I had to get packed, I called into the office and told them I would be working from home today.  I started packing, and at eight o’clock sharp there was a knock at my door.  I opened the door to a man dressed in a suit and holding a deep green rose.  he lead me to a Limo that was parked outside, and then helped me in.  Howie was there, in jeans and a green t-shirt, with plane tickets in his hands.

“Ready for the time of your life, my dearest Bethany?”

(To be continued)

I looked at myself in the mirror.  The girl staring back at me was a beautiful blonde with a great body, why then did I feel so shy and modest.  I am more of a tigress personality, and normally my clothes will show that.  On any normal date, I would have my tiny black dress on, with my silver heels and my hair in bouncing curls down my back.  Tonight as I stood in my bedroom, with just my bra and panties on, I contemplated what to wear.  We were going to a casual restaurant and then a movie.  The weather was getting cooler, and the theatre might be cold.  I decided to go for casually cute.  I put on a pair of tight fitting jeans, a light pink sweater and a pair of pink heels.  I spritzed myself with a patchouli perfume and then headed downstairs to wait for Howie.

When he knocked on the door, I got butterflies.  When I opened the door, he was standing there in a park of dark blue jeans, a light blue sweater and tennis shoes.  His green eyes searching my face for something.

“Good evening, Beth.” He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

I giggled, “Good evening Howie.”

I grabbed my purse from the table by the door, and locked up.  He took my hand and walked me to his Blue Mazda RX7, and swung the door open guiding me to the passenger seat.  I slid into the seat and the soft leather caressed me through my jeans.  He shut the door softly behind me, and got in on the driver’s side.

The engine purred to life as he turned the key, and off we went.  He drove the back roads skillfully the car responding to his every touch like they were one.  We arrived at the little sushi place quickly, and he came around and opened the door for me, holding his hand out to help me up.  I stumbled slightly climbing out and fell into his arms, I looked up into his green eyes, then immediately looked down and blushed.  He placed a finger under my chin, and pulled my face up to look at him.  His green eyes were bright as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips.  My heart melted, my knees got weak, and I kissed him back completely.  After what seemed like a decade, we pulled away from each other, closing the passenger door, he took my hand and we walked into the restaurant.

We ordered several rolls, and talked while I sipped on my drink.  Our movie was at eight o’clock, and we had plenty of time to just enjoy each other’s company at dinner.  We talked about his goals and dreams at becoming a successful lawyer and winning the cases for the innocent people that were victimized.  He had strong beliefs in dealing the greatest amount of punishments for those that killed, maimed, and harmed the innocents in the world.  He seemed like a very passionate man.  I told him my dreams of becoming a famous writer one day and eventually moving to my own private island in the Caribbean.

After dinner we walked hand in hand to the theatre around the corner.  We watched a really great horror flick, where I got to hold onto Howie in the scary parts.  After the movie, we wandered over to the arcade, and I tried to play a shooter game with Howie, and he tried to keep up with me on a racing game.  He then won me a cute little stuffed puppy dog out of one of the grab machines.  We laughed and talked on the way back to the car, the autumn breeze blowing through my hair and causing little strands to fly into my face.  We stopped at the car, and he opened the passenger side door, took my hand, and pulled me close to him.  He brushed the stray strands of hair back from my face, looked deep into my eyes, put one hand around my waist and the other under my chin, and leaned in and kissed me.  Time stopped.  I felt like I was floating, and there was nothing that would ever bring me down.  His lips tasted sweet, his tongue soft and warm, my body reacted on instinct alone, as I wrapped my arms around him.  The sound of a horn, broke our kiss, as a group of teenagers drove by hollering out the window of their car.  I smiled sheepishly at him and slid into the soft leather seat of the Mazda.  The drive home seemed dreamy, the images foggy and unclear as I sat there with the sweet taste of his lips on mine, absent mindedly I ran my finger across my still tingling lips, wondering if I could savor the taste a bit longer.  We pulled into the driveway, and he opened the car door for me.  I stepped out, a bit unsteadily, and caught myself before falling into his arms again.  He walked me to the door, with his arm around my waist.

“I had a wonderful time tonight Bethany.”  He smiled at me and his eyes sparkled in the porch light.

“Thank you for a great night Howie, I had a great time.”  I smiled back, hoping he would kiss me again.

He leaned in and placed a kiss on my cheek and whispered my name in my ear, “Bethany…, ” then kissed me softly on the lips and walked back to his car.  I stood there rather dumbstruck, my door was open and my hand on the doorknob, before I realized that I didn’t remember unlocking it, or opening it.  I turned around to the purr of the engine leaving the driveway.  I walked upstairs, dazed and sleepy, sliding out of my heels, and jeans in one languid cat-like motion.  I pulled the sweater up over my head, and grabbed a night shirt off the bedside divan.  Slipping my bra off and the shirt on, I crawled into bed, looked at the clock, it was midnight.  Wow, early night for me!  I slipped off to dream.

I woke up the next morning to a knock at my door.  I stumbled down stairs grabbing a robe on the way, and opened the door.  There standing in the doorway, was a delivery driver with two dozen roses in every color of the rainbow.

“Bethany, I presume.” He said casually.

“Yes.”  I was a bit overwhelmed, as he handed me this beautiful bouquet of roses.

I managed to mumble a ‘Thank you’ as he promptly walked away to his van.  I placed the flowers on the dining room table, and opened the card.

Dearest Bethany,

You stole my heart on a whim last night, your kisses assaulted my senses and your scent blew me away.     Please take these roses, and tell me your favorite one, so that I may send them to you everyday for as long as you will be mine.

Yours,

Howie

My breath stopped.  My heart raced.  My head was spinning.  He was incredible!  I stood there staring at the flowers on my table, and tried to choose my favorite.  It was impossible, they were all perfect, beautifully vibrant, their scent flawless, almost to pretty to be real. I reached to touch one, and my phone rang.

I looked at the caller ID, it was Howie.  What would I tell him now?

(To be continued)

Hey readers!

As you all know I stepped into a relationship a week ago.  Yes, it’s a long distance relationship, and yes, it’s tough.  That’s not the part that has me all confused.  The part that has me all confused, is the fact that he can make me feel the way I feel, from so very far away.  We talk everyday, and we text everyday, and we chat online in the evenings.

What has me so baffled is the fact that, when we aren’t chatting, texting or talking to each other, I feel kinda empty inside.  I don’t get this.  We haven’t met yet, and we haven’t even held hands or kissed, and yet I miss him so much it almost hurts.  I am very confused by this, baffled even…

I know I am not in love, this isn’t the same thing.  That could change when we finally do get the chance to be near each other….or we could end up hating each other.  I think that scares me just a little.  At the moment though, I want nothing more than to hear his voice, and his laugh, and to hear him call me ‘love’ and talk cute.  Yeah, I turn into a complete 15yo when we talk.  He brings out this side of me, I haven’t seen in a long time.  I am happy, but confused and sad and excited and emotional all at the same time.  I have this insatiable urge to be in his arms, and I have a feeling that this will only get worse after meeting.  Then what do I do?

I guess, as we grow in this relationship, I will become a little less confused and bewildered.  Until then, happy reading!

It finally happened!  After months and months of putting it off and hem-hawing about it, I finally got my paladin to 80 and she is on her way to be uber geared Kyralee my Human Paladin that I created way back in the day, hit 80 on the 12th of March.  I immediately started tanking with her   That is what she was created for.  Since then, I have gone through probably 5 sets of gear changes, and I am currently almost all in T9 gear. I still just need to replace her Belt, and two Trinkets and she will be super fantastic as a tanking machine.  Once she is decked out in Tank gear, we will then respec her into a Heal spec as well.

I have to say, I love my hunter, Catianna, she is my baby, but dammit, Tanking is fun

So, with Kyra in place as a tank, and Cat as a Dps machine, the next thing I need is a caster/raid healer.  I have a Shaman and a druid I have been tinkering with, the question is…do I have the patience to level them all the way to 80 and gear them out again?  Only time will tell, and that is something that is sparse with two 80′s, I can’t imagine having 3 O.o…

Happy Gaming ya’ll!

Hello readers

I did something wild…crazy…unpredictable and completely out of character for me!

I have been talking with a guy for a bit now, and we have been quite chummy with each other.  We stepped out on the proverbial limb the other night, and decided to try a long distance relationship.  He is the funny, amazing, incredible guy who makes me giggle, laugh and feel good about myself.  I have some concerns, as anyone would stepping into a new relationship, albeit a long distance one.  As always, I will take it one step at a time and make the very besst of it.  It sucks that he is 16 hours away   and it amazes me that even though we haven’t met in person, the way he makes me feel while just talking with him and chatting is so incredibly easy.  I am not one that warms up to people like this, but he brings it all out in me.  It’s like he knows me before he knew me.

I hope everyone has a blessed St. Patrick’s Day and enjoy yourselves!