I Get Knocked Down …

and at some point, hopefully I’ll get back up again. I was so happy about two weeks ago when I felt like blogging again. YAY! Things are looking up! I can … OOPS! WOW! SHIT! Trip ##@!!!! BANG! &&**### CRASH!

I used to sleepwalk years ago and got pretty beat up but that cleared up when I stopped wearing ear plugs to sleep because of … well … snoring in the vicinity.

I apparently got up to use the bathroom at about 4:00am, my husband heard loud crashing and banging and ran in to find me laying on the floor unconscious. I had managed to ricochet around the room and beat the crap out of myself. Ended up with a broken collar bone and various … owies. WTF!

According to the doctor I am at an “age” where I mustn’t leap up from bed lest I lose consciousness because of the rapid change in blood pressure. WTF! I’m not sure I’m on board with that.

This kind of crap didn’t happen when the dogs were around. I’m firmly convinced this happened because my wingmen are not here. WOULD NOT have happened if my babies had been here … okay, maybe he might be right but still. I’m here, minding my business and what? I got old?

This will NOT stand. I’ll do more yoga or something but I’m not having this. Anyway, the very worst part is IT WAS MY  LEFT SHOULDER! I am left-handed. I’m supposed to wear this stupid sling. I can’t type, I can’t visit Catwynn. Well, I can but I don’t have that kind of patience.

Today I decided I will wear the sling if I’m moving but sitting I don’t have to, enough. I have found that my right hand is a sniveling little freeloader who can’t do anything.

I had, HAD to see this when I read about it on Twitter. I’ve done nothing much but lurk on Twitter. It’s kind of dangerous because my stupid right hand is not reliable and I’m always fearful I’ve just liked something heinous.

Now Charlottesville happens. There is no place for “Neo” Nazis, KKK or “old” Nazis here. I don’t know what happened to you. You weren’t born that way. None of us are, we’re made that way. There are no race traitors. We are all the same, some good, some bad. The human race.

Me? I’m angry at this. I think the 99.999% are just fine with us fighting among ourselves. We should stop.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When you come home but don’t recognize the neighborhood …

Welp, I’m kinda back but I have no idea what’s going on. I’m as clueless as when I started WoW eleven years ago. That’s when I thought you could hide behind a tree from a Nightsaber in Shadowglen and learned … no you can’t.

I had no idea that all this time I must have been studying. I used to know what was going on so that’s the only explanation I can think of, I studied WoW. Although I seem to be stuck where I left off. All I want is a fox to ride and NO, no invitation for me … STILL.

For example, artifact ranks. How far are they going? I thought I was done. I thought it stopped at 54, but nope it just keeps going. Twenty-two bazillion for the next whatzits. What fresh hell is this? Anyway, I’ve titled the whine if you want to skip over it.

 

The Whine

Some advice, although I might just be prone to depression. If there comes a time that you must choose between tough love and forcing the issue with a parent with Alzeimer’s for their best interests or giving in, be tough.  I wasn’t.

My mother did not want to go into assisted living so we moved her into our home to take care of her. By November last year we were coming up on two years of this I was losing MY grasp on reality.

Then we slipped into an alternate timeline. I’ve always loved science fiction but I freaking didn’t want to live it. Then we lost our Izzy to cancer. Then a week before Mikey’s fourteeth birthday we found he had cancer too.

I’ve loved all our dogs but Mike was special. I got our vet to refer me to a specialist who was very nice but seemed to recognize I had a screw loose and was pretty heavily in denial about my fourteen year old boy. Apparently 90lb. Labradors don’t generally live to fourteen and he told me to enjoy his last months as he couldn’t survive the surgery.

We had some adventures. A late, freak snow happened. What I didn’t know was after I went to bed there was freezing rain. The next morning on our walk we stepped off the road to give room to a car. It wasn’t snow, it was all ice.

Down we went to the bottom of the neighborhood sledding hill. I couldn’t get Mike back up the hill. I called 911 finally. They asked if a “human” was hurt or in danger of being hurt. Pffffftttt. So I told them, yes, a human is in imminent danger. Which was true, cause I wasn’t leaving him there.

Thankfully, THANKFULLY, two police showed up. One was lovely, one, not so much. Bad cop’s first idea was to tie a rope around an elderly, heavy dog and pull him up by his neck. Then he (bad cop) fell down the hill. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

So while bad cop was criticizing every thing good cop and I did, we managed to get Mike in the house by lifting him through the basement window.

At this point, mother is still here and pretty loopy, Mikey does not have very long and at 5 foot 8 inches I’m now dropping close to 115lbs. Depression is the greatest diet ever. I am now pretty much loopier than my mother.

I finally womaned up and got her into nice assisted living within a few miles of our house. The big sell was, THEY HAVE BINGO MOTHER!!!!!! Remember bingo! You LOVE bingo! She remembered!

Mikey tried very hard for fourteen and a half but we lost him the end of May. I don’t know when we’ll get over it.

Apparently I’m still pretty loopy because I’m considering having the horrible haiku I wrote for him a few years ago tattooed on my arm in memory. I miss you sweety. In a perfect universe Izzy has found you and you guys are together again.

It’s safe to read again!

Soooo. Considering most of the whine spanned the whole of Legion I’m not sure my opinion of Legion means much. I did unsub at one point but that made me sad too.

I’ve been lurking everywhere on the iPad so rarely talk. I seem to be combating depression by adding a whole bunch of accounts like this to my feed:

So I consulted my screenshot folder to see what I had been doing in Legion, thought it might jog my memory. I found this. I have NO IDEA. Anybody? If I knew what it was I’d go back.

I have not played alts at all. A few are slowly leveling up by pet battling. Apparently I enjoyed professions with them and no longer do. I did them for Cat as although she’s not a great asset to a group, she’s not a liability.

I went into a dungeon once with an alt (against my better judgement) and was humanely kicked out on the second boss. Okay, that’s a sign dumbass. Stop doing that. So I don’t seem to want to play them if I can’t level their professions.

I keep ending up in places that have changed the least in Azeroth. I’m usually fine with change because change is one of the few constants. I’m not sure if I’m longing for old Azeroth or they are reminders of happier times in general.

So I’m kinda back. Doing important stuff.

Still clearing out the tunnels in Suramar in the hope of a fox to ride. WHAT? Yes, so I took a short break to go to a Dance Party. Jeez, Cat needed a break from the Withered.

Thank you so much Redbeard for never giving up on me. Thanks for those /waves Navi. And thank you kind readers who commented on a neglected blog, I appreciate it.

Oh wait, wait, one more thing! You can kiss my scrawny butt Photobucket! If it takes me ten years to tract down all my pictures I will before I pay your ransom demands.

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2017: Looking Good So Far

So I got up and and walked Mikey the dog, I had coffee. So far so good. I went upstairs to login and check missions. You’ve got mail Cat! Weird, I don’t remember sending me anything.

Oh, Cat! It’s from your friend Cymre Brightblade. It’s a battle pet! The best battle pet, Creeping Tentacle! You realize what this means Cat? We will never, ever have to be dangled aloft while we try to figure out how to melee our way out of the tentacles.

Hear that Yogg-Saron? I am NEVER  coming back in that prison.

Best feeling ever.

I don’t think a thank you note is enough, I think we need to pay a visit to Gorgrond and thank her in person … just … um … don’t battle her. She generally kicked our butts, let’s keep it a social visit, okay?

Thank you Cym. Best Christmas, New Year’s present ever!

When Death is the Only Option

Just so you know. I did the Druid’s form of hearthing back to Cat’s class hall. I noticed the The Greenway seemed pretty quiet. Whoa … really, really quiet. No one’s here. Cat had no luck trying to enter her class hall. Huh, I’ll go back to Dalaran maybe. See what’s up there.

I’m ALONE in the world! I should have checked, I’ll bet that Nomi was there burning food.

So I did the turning off addons thing. The repair thing the WTF thing. All the things. Nope. I’m still  alone.

Finally I started googling things like “phased out of the world” and found a solution. You have to die.

I thought maybe I was being trolled but what the hell, I’ll try anything at this point. Pets to catch, AP to accumulate. Chop, chop, let’s get this done.

I wasn’t being trolled and it worked as advertised, I came back to a world filled with NPCs and people!

So if you find yourself alone in the world save yourself some time and just buy the farm, bite the dust … you know … take a dirt nap.

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Eff You November

I have been very depressed. I lose focus when I’m depressed, I find I can’t read, can’t write, can’t do much of anything successfully. I can however it seems sit and fish at beautiful Irongrove Retreat. I gave myself a mission, if I can’t find anything good right now irl find it in Azeroth.

The Good

It’s frightening just how long it took me to figure out that if I had my artifact fishing pole equipped Cat could walk on water … as a cat. Stop laughing, it’s good times to me!

Grapples. Grapples are the best thing ever. I’m not really  going anywhere, I’m just grappling. I hope they stay forever in EVERY expansion.

Me and my bud Wyrmy Tunkins. He’s not that fond of Cat but my Warlock and Wyrmy are seriously at the best friends level.

This might be my favorite toy yet. Ten minutes of walking around exploring the ocean. Can’t beat that.

The Bad

Okay, how the hell do I do this as melee. I really need to learn that. This was 18 minutes of being waved around then stunned. One of the only times I really wanted to die but couldn’t.

Just so you know, apparently Dalaran isn’t part of the Broken Isles. If you use your Rockfeather Skyhorn Kite to  get to the fishing island … splat. A refreshing swim instead.

We miss you terribly sweet little girl. Just wait on down the road for us, we’ll be there.

Bite me November.

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Time to Move On

Cat! I’m not kidding, it’s time to let someone else see Legion. I can SEE YOU! Hiding in the Beer Garden WILL NOT WORK! You’re being ridiculous and very selfish. Cim the Warlock is getting VERY impatient and you know that’s not good.

Welp … my theory was wrong. I though Cat would move over and let the others have a go once she got a Legendary. Nope. After the restart on Tuesday she had a miraculous day. Flotsam gave her gloves! Unbelievable! Bosses never give her anything! Yay! Yay! Then she received Luffa Wrappings from an emissary crate. She loves them, finally some AOE!

The alts were thrilled for her because they thought, here we go!

Yeah … no.

Cat, what do you have to do? You won’t do dungeons or LFR unless you have a quest to complete. What is so important that you can’t give someone else a look at Broken Isles?

Sigh …I should have seen that one coming.

Oh! Grats, Cat! You got a hatchling!

Well, yes. That’s the fourth one and they all have quests for me to do. I just can’t pack up and leave them with their little exclamation points unfulfilled can I? That would be so sad and mean, right? That would put me square in the eyes of D.E.H.T.A. don’t you think? I might lose my Druid Card. So really, what choice do I have?

Oh, Cat says don’t forget to buy food for the hatchling so they’ll talk to you before you head out to get yours, she learned that the hard way.

Bloodgazer Hatchling – Azsuna – Azsunian Grapes
Direbeak Hatchling – Stormheim – Pungent Vrykul Gamalost
Sharptalon Hatchling – Val’sharah – Dried Bilberries
Snowfeather Hatchling – Highmountain – Smoked Elderhorn

I think I’ll be losing my Altoholic Card. In the past there was a pretty strict order. Cat, then the two Warlocks. Hunter next if she wanted to because she is semi-retired and was the first ever so she gets to choose, or that’s how it has been up until now.

I am feeling an overwhelming desire to see the Hunter’s Lodge. Cat’s been prowling around up there in Highmountain trying to get a peek but no luck. It seems my new priority for alts is how badly do I want to see their Class Hall. We’ll see how that goes … if Cat gives ’em a chance.

 

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Behold! Archdruid of Derpiness!

Okay, I told Cat we had to fess up. Erm, about the whole … fruit thing. Apparently fruit is not the issue. You DO need to complete Arluin’s Request to move forward with the Suramar quest chain … but fruit does not come into it.

I railed and ranted, contacted customer support. Where is my fruit dammit! Luckily I kept combing forums and comments for any mention of Arluin’s Request. I finally found a comment stating that the quest is just buggy, it has nothing to do with fruit. Abandon it and try again they said.

Okay, this would make a third try, that ought to be lucky, right? RIGHT! I was finally given an option I hadn’t been given before and I’m in!

Not only that but I now have a cat form masquerade while in Suramar which sure helps with those few seconds of them beating the crap out of her while she’s changing forms, best thing ever.

I commented to Kam about my other brain derpiness. Logically I KNOW the odds of getting Cat a Legendary are VERY remote. I don’t do enough of the type of things that would probably gain her one. I can’t do Heroics over and over because I need a spotter for my mother. I can’t be in five man content and go, oh hey, pause the boss! Mom just ran out the front door without any clothes! I’ll be back! With my crappy DPS I probably could leave LFR without adversely affecting them.

So logically (yes, not my strong suit) I know Cat’s unlikely to get a Legendary but my not so logical side is refusing to let any alts get going for fear of them gaining one and breaking Cat’s heart. My alts are getting kind of pissed. I sense a revolt coming.

Rep remarked to me on the lengths it takes to acquire a Falcosaur Pet. My first thought was OMG, she knows who I am, she saw what I did! Yes, I  took one look at the Wowhead guide, saw the word pet and without reading the article ran off and slaughtered ALL the Falcosaurs in the world. Huh … no drop. You’d think there would be, I killed thousands of the mommies and little guys. Maybe I should read the article … ya’ think?

I’m going to blame all this on having the cold from hell all week. I’m not even going to try to pass this one off on Cat like I usually do. Complete derp … me.

Cat’s happy now anyway as she got another cool skin. I think this one was for doing a gazillion World Quests with her hidden skin on. She really likes this one. I keep thinking of a double-stuffed Oreo Cookie when I look at her but she’s happy so who cares.

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