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Exploring the Adventurious Side, again

I've not played Dungeons & Dragons since the summer of 1981. A thousand years ago and someone elses memories it seems. I've always retained good memories of D&D, because it symbolized so much of my personal awaking. Many friends made then, have stayed with me through the years. Least of which continues my wife - of twenty-four years.

My brother-in-law happened to be my first Role Playing Guide; he and another Dungeon Master made our imagination of fantasy worlds come alive. Now, once again I find myself edging back into that world. Not returning to a stagnate memory, striving to relive the past that will never be, but sparking the interest of a new group of friends and creating new meories, and new personal bench marks for new players.

Let the Dice roll, and the Orc's blood pour! [incert wicked laugh here]

Happy New Year

A lot like the old one; just differnt. . .

Aaggar! Pirate Songs are cool...

     HINT: We all want to be remembered; even those under the ground, behind the chain-linked fences.   

MUSIC: Soothing the Background Noise

I've finally stumbled, via NEXT BLOG; onto a site where I can now get some excelent background music for my Blogs.

If you are seeking some tunes, Bill Cushman's GHOST NOTES site is well worth the stop over!

SHARE the ExPerIeNcE

I believe we should share our experiences and talents when and where ever possible. For example, there is a co-worker, who is a devout Christian, who's trying to put her ministery oppertunities on the web. Not that I know a great deal about web designing; she flipped when she saw my site, and wanted some advice. So, now I'm assisting in designing a Christian web site; me a Pagan - isn't that a hoot!

The Promised Land

My Resolution for the New Year...

I don't usually go in for the New Year's Resolution bit, though this year I have set a few that I wish to follow through on.

One is to stop making excuses and follow through on things; and guard what "power words" I put out there. Another is to develop my writing skills. Foremost, is to follow through on writing to my brother in Indiana. Though we have never been close, and are in fact more oppisite than one could imagine I do want to develop a relationship that has been needing some attention for quiet some time. Excues for not doing so have come too easily in the past. The past is in fact, in the past. . .

Oggie. . . I miss you

A few days just before Christmas I let our Pomerian out, and haven't seen her since. Oggie has been in our family for about 12 years. She was the cutest little dog we had ever owned, yet as she grew older Oggie developed cateracts and the lst few years was totally blind. But for a blind dog she really got around in the house well. Whenever we went to the park or for a car ride she always went along; ever a member of our family.

When she was taken outside, to do her business, she and our other dogs were always accompanied. While everyone had gone outside to smoke and chat I stayed inside to watch the grandbaby. Slipping out briefly I placed Oggie on the ground and told everyone to watch her, as I returned inside to care for the baby. Thinking everything was aright the evening progressed till bedtime, and the party activities died down.

Not until several hours later, and a detail search of the apartment did we all realize Oggie had not in fact been recovered. Then with flashlights in hand we searched not only the aparment complex but surrounding grounds and streets as well. Still not finding our pomerian the next morning we posted signs everywhere and knocked on doors and placed flyers on cars. . .

Still - no Oggie. Hopefully - (wishingly) she's been picked up by a neighbor and being taken care of; I would rather not think the worst, [a first for me]. Alice and I both cried for near two days straight. I feel horrablly illresponcible for having failed in the care of our precious senior dog. Yet after having tried all attempts to recover her we are left with an experience better not experienced. Panic strickened, and shakened by the fear of neglected loss; I feel burtally aware (in an extremely small sence) what it must be like to have a missing child.

Lessons learned: always follow through on your personal actions; not reling on others too.



I worked New Year's even, came home and went to bed then rose up late but made it work, and worked New Year's Day. At work watched the Eagles lose, so Dallas Cowboys are out of the running for the playoffs - so, we at least know who isn't going to the super Bowl - again.
Not that I'm a football fan or anything, but seeing that just about everyone is watching it all ya can't help but to pick up some of the atmosphere.

Spent a nice time with the family; party, food, and games. Elizabeth just resently learned that she'll make us grandparents a second time around; so congradulations to them, again!


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