Which D & D Character Are You?

I Am A: Lawful Neutral Human Druid (6th Level)


Ability Scores:

Strength-11

Dexterity-11

Constitution-13

Intelligence-19

Wisdom-15

Charisma-15


Alignment:
Lawful Neutral A lawful neutral character acts as law, tradition, or a personal code directs him. Order and organization are paramount to him. He may believe in personal order and live by a code or standard, or he may believe in order for all and favor a strong, organized government. Lawful neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you are reliable and honorable without being a zealot. However, lawful neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it seeks to eliminate all freedom, choice, and diversity in society.


Race:
Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.


Class:
Druids gain power not by ruling nature but by being at one with it. They hate the unnatural, including aberrations or undead, and destroy them where possible. Druids receive divine spells from nature, not the gods, and can gain an array of powers as they gain experience, including the ability to take the shapes of animals. The weapons and armor of a druid are restricted by their traditional oaths, not simply training. A druid's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast.


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My old man has cancer. Found out a couple weeks ago. Took me this long to be able to say it without bursting into tears. He's still fighting, but I wait with baited breath every morning to hear him yell at me to wake up. So far so good. Wish I could be more upbeat, but hey....

Man, this blog is getting depressing. I'll have to have my husband post. He's pretty weird.

It All Started With An Ad for Christian Mingle

I'm a fan of the phrase "Once a cheater, always a cheater." When my friends say "I'm thinking of getting back together with [insert random cheater's name here]." that's the phrase that, at the very least, pops into my head (most of the time, it comes out of my mouth as well).

Today, however, I was brought back to one of my own No-So-Proud moments.... I saw an ad for Christian Mingle - you know, some I'm-Hot-But-Not-In-An-Unattainable-Way guy looking for some secular lovin'. And no, I wasn't searching for that sort of thing... Unless my email knows something I don't know...

Anyway... I considered that I thought this gentleman (I'm assuming, of course) looked like an ex of mine. Mind you, I think this same thing every time I see this same ad. However, today, it brought to mind some things from my past. You see, well, "Hello. My name is Rayanna Deerfox. And I'm a cheater." Everyone, say hello....

Now, before you get all "Oh, Ray, I'm so SHOCKED!" on me, let me explain.... What I consider to be cheating is not often what others would consider cheating, so.... In my particular circumstance, I was split up from my husband, but we weren't officially divorced, when a friend of his - a man, mind you, that I had.. well... wanted... since the day I had met him (but never so much as breathed that fact to anyone, of course) - made a move on me. Now, considering I had lusted for this man (okay, sometimes you have to call a spade a spade) since the moment I laid eyes on him, I was shocked. Pleased, confused, and, yes, guilty. I'm not exactly proud of what I did for the next several months... sneaking around behind our friends backs and things... but regret it? No. Guilty, yes. Regret, never.

Anyway, that affair ended when I eventually met someone special (let's face it... the man in the previous paragraph was not the love of my life). I since wondered, though, whether I had broken my own moral code. Was I now, in fact, "always a cheater"? Considering my feelings on the topic, well...

Flash forward a few years to an evening when my man and I had a pretty bad fight. So bad, in fact, that I decided to have a night on the town... Out of town... With my male friend (an ex-boyfriend)(the guy who looks like the Christian Mingle ad dude)(and who still was able to, well, make me consider carnal needs...). I found out that evening what a good friend this man was. I got a tad tipsy and, living out of town, my friend offered to let me stay on his couch. The more drinks I had, the more flirtatious I was. Until I finally considered the possibility of... making a move on my ex. My friend graciously made no effort to encourage (or discourage, mind you) my flirtations, which brought me to a sobering point of, "what the **** am I doing?!?". I realized, in that moment, that I was not, in fact, "always a cheater". And my male friend was an awesome guy who let me come to that conclusion on my own without making me feel bad about it. Later, I realized, even if I had tried to "make a move", nothing would have happened - my friend is not That Guy. But he let me realize that I wasn't That Girl and that things, eventually, would work out with my beau and regret is something I try to live without.

Today, I look back at the months I spent with That Guy and smile fondly. I still feel a tad guilty, but I don't regret it at all. (*sigh* You wouldn't either...) And looking back on that one drunken evening, I feel like I dodged a bullet, but proved to myself who I WASN'T.

Do you think if I texted my friend, he would understand when I said, "Thank you, Christian Mingle Guy."? Maybe not, but I bet he'd be amused anyway...

Now, to think of something MUCH more amusing to post about next time....

Dueces!!!

Moving

So excited. We're moving. Finally. Much close to my job. Like, going from an hour and a half commute to a 10 minute commute. WHOOT!

Found a three bedroom split level home with a 2 1/2 car garage and fenced in back yard. Renting it for now, but if we like it we can buy it. Hubby and I will finally be able to spend some alone time. And, should the children decide to do so, we would finally have the room to have them come live with us (hint hint). If nothing else, they will have rooms and their own beds to sleep in when they come to stay with us.

Well, that's all for now. Sorry so short and un-amusing. Laters!

2012 Update

So.... It's now 2013 and once again I check into my blog to find it's been several months since I last posted. In my defense, it was a really shitty year.

People who know me personally know that we were living with my husband's brother, Sam, who was very ill and awaiting a liver transplant. In June (two years to the date of my father's passing), he lost his battle with bilary artresia. My husband and I have decided that June no longer exists. From here on out, we will have May, then Pre-July, then July.

If that was not bad enough, it took until July to bury my brother-in-law. We scheduled a "last ride" for him from Wausaukee to Menominee where he was to be buried. We had significantly less people on the ride than we thought would have attended. Not only to celebrate Sam's life, but to support my husband. When my sister-in-law arrived at the funeral home, I found out that my 15 year old dog had passed unexpectedly that morning.

August came, and so did my wedding date. At the "reception" (went to dinner with the families), my father-in-law received a call to let him know someone had set fire to his cabin up north. The cabin which had been in the family for generations. Needless to say, it put quite a damper on the celebration.

Things did pick up, though, in September when we had the wedding ceremony and party. The night was a blast. I lasted most of the evening without breaking down. If you had told me when I was a teenager that I would cry at my wedding because my father wasn't there, I would have called you a liar. I'm so glad my father and I repaired our relationship after my teenage years.

In November, my husband was finally told by his doctors that there was nothing more that he could do for him and the workman's comp company decided they would no longer pay for future treatment. Legal proceedings are under way.

That all said, despite it seems that my 2012 was filled with sorrow, I must say it wasn't all bad. I had some really wonderful times with my brother-in-law before he passed. The ride to bury him was quite beautiful. I feel truly blessed by my "new" family. They make me understand how to live life to it's fullest and make me smile more often than I used to.

I was finally able to marry my long-time love, and we had a beautiful ceremony. The day was gorgeous and the evening quite fun. The pig roast was delicious, my aunt provided wonderful catering and a fun and beautiful wedding cake. Our wonderful friends joined us in our celebration and we partied late into the night. I will never forget finding Liz passed out on the toilet. And then seeing her several minutes later with a drink in her hand and a smile on her face.

Birthday and holiday celebrations have allowed me to spend some great times with my family. And reminded me that family doesn't always mean blood.

I am a very lucky and fortunate woman. 2013 promises to be a wonderful year. I have transferred to a different job in my company which is challenging as well as fulfilling. The pay doesn't hurt either. I hope to move closer to my job this year, though, as the hour and half commute each way is killing me (both in sleep and gas money). We have a lot of wonderful things to look forward this year.

Happy New Year, all! I hope your 2013 is wonderful and prosperous.


- The ever-absent Ray

Magic Truck

During my morning commute today, I looked ahead to see a shiny tanker truck in front of me, a small ways off. It had a company name logo and with the color and type of lettering, from afar, I could have sworn it said "Magic: The Gathering". The delusions started early today....

So I was wondering what a Magic: The Gathering tanker truck would be hauling. Liquid magic, of course. I then thought to myself, "Wow. Would I wouldn't give to see a liquid magic spill..... From afar, of course. No one wants to be particularly near a liquid magic spill." I was still pondering what this would look like as I got closer to the tanker in question.

I then found that the tanker was not, of course a Magic: The Gathering liquid magic truck. It was some other normal company. Probably hauling something completely mundane. *sigh*

However, when I got right up to it, I noticed the tanker itself was shiny metal, reflecting the surroundings, but because of the angles the tank itself produced, it appeared the reflection showed the tanker was on the road all by itself. I, of course, pulled in behind the tanker and proceeded to pretend like I was invisible for a good portion of the rest of the way to work.

Maybe it was a magic truck after all.... :D

Who needs medication, when you've got my kind of imagination?

Words Are Just Words, People Give Them Meaning

As I've stated a number of times before, I'm less than politically correct. I try not to be prejudicial or stereotypical, but I don't always keep up on the latest trend of what people want to be called. Recently, a friend posted a video about the usage of the word "retard" which brought to mind a story from my teenage years...

I was out in a public place (don't remember where) with a friend of mine and I don't even remember what it was we were specifically talking about, but I do remember looking at my friend and saying, "Well, that's retarded." A woman behind me got all offended and said to me, "I have a daughter that's retarded." Now, of course, I wasn't thinking, so I had no idea what had prompted the woman to share this bit of personal information or to be so offended about it, so I responded with, "Um.... That's nice." It wasn't until much later that I realized what I had actually said to make the woman upset.

The fact of the matter is, words take on the meaning people give them. I have been called a number of things in my lifetime, and not all are pleasant (I know, you're thinking, "No! Not YOU, Ray!"). I had kids in Junior High School call me "Cheater" because they didn't think I could possibly be as smart as I was. Back then, I was upset by this and considered it bullying. I stopped going to school because I didn't want to be around these people. My father got wind of it and, well, made it go away. ("Sarah? I wonder if that could be Chuck's daughter....") (There ARE benefits to living in a smaller city where people know each other.) Now, when I look back on that I think "Cheater" was a compliment. They were calling me smart. See? The word itself didn't change. The actions didn't change. What did? My perception of it and the meaning I gave to the word.

Bottom line is, I'm not defending people who use words in a derogatory fashion. I'm not encouraging use of taboo words to describe people. But I am saying that before you get offended by a word someone else says, consider how your perception of what is being said is affecting the meaning.

And now I'll step off my soap box...

Today's PSA is brought to you by the letter "F".... The letter "F", without you, I could only give a uck.