Werewolves of folklore differ greatly from modern
renditions seen in movies and shows. People
believed there were many ways to become
werewolves, such as drinking rainwater
collected in a wolf's pawprint, eating meat
gnawed on by a wolf, or being born with a full
set of teeth or covered in a caul. And unlike
movie werewolves, werewolves of old were
oftentimes harmless and highly honorable!
As a werewolf, you are loyal, strong and honorable,
and you will protect all you hold dear with
your very life. Although you are not a violent
individual at heart, you will fight for what
you believe in. You are a good friend and truly
are a wonderful person to be around.
Who is your inner Shapeshifter?
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I know I haven't been online all that much but it's the holidays and this is what r/l does during them.
I've been sorta moving on and away from certain r/l friends this past month, friends who seem to have been draining me and my son more and more....unfortunately of coarse the same friends that owe me $810 on top of it all. They still are telling me that they'll pay me back when he gets his settlement...."Well how's it going?" I asked. You should have seen my face when I was informed that they now are filling out the paperwork (mind you this started last March) and hopefully they'll go to court in 6 months.
Was I ever pissed at that..."You know we'd give you the money if we had it." is what she said....that's when the bitch in me came out cause "No I don't" know that they'd pay me back.
Well once again they are so far behind on their mortgage payments that if they don't pay it by the 30th...every one of them is out on their asses. Good thing is that I'm quite sure they realize by now that there is no way in hell that they would ever move in with me....there is only so far that I will go and I've hit that point....I don't care if my own mortgage payments are going up...I'd be much better off renting out the 'office/spare bedroom' to a complete stranger from the paper.
As I said I saw them yesterday....well they hunted me down at the pow-wow down in Orange Springs really. We use to all go down there and camp together...as a group and if one of us couldn't make it then none of us would go. Not this time. This time they couldn't make the camping portion (YEAH) and by the time they had bothered to say anything to me, I had already spent my Thanksgiving day driving out there and setting up mine and Fire's tents then came back home. It wasn't until around 4:15 pm when she finally called my cell phone asking how it was and I told her "I have no idea, I'm still at work" After we got off the phone my boss, Jeff, said I could leave 30 min early, I then rushed home, packed the car and first thing Sat morning we were out of here (would have left Friday night but I can't stand driving the back twisting and turning country roads after dark)
When we got there it wasn't even 9am so while Fire was unpacking the car I made us some breakfast....it worked perfectly.
With just the two of us we had a great time. I met people that I had seen there for years but before they wouldn't talk to me (wonder why), we did what we wanted without having to listen to the other whine moan and groan about not wanting to do something or even fighting between themselves. I go to the pow-wows to relax not to have people I'm camping with fight with each other....and definately not there to have someone tagging along after me. Yesterday was the most relaxing one I've been to in ages and trust me....it's going to stay that way. I don't want the other bs that people give. (lets just say that what Ive said about them isn't even half of what all goes whong when there)
It wasn't until 3pm when the rain kicked in and just when it started to fade it would suddenly get worse once again. Finally around 5:30 the downpour really hit....funny thing...right after that my 'friend's' husband, son and grandson are walking up to my tent. "We've been looking for you for an hour".
Coincedence? Maybe, maybe not....they live a 1 1/2 hours from where the Pow-wow took place, also the longer they were there the harder it got. Nobody could dance, sing, drum...hell you couldn't even go to the port-a-let without being utterly drenched and that was practically right across the road. Thsnk goodness they left about 6:30....but not before the next weather report.
Now I have camped in the cold and in the rain before and had no problems what-so-ever but when they're forcasting hail and sleet and your not only camping in a nylon tent but you are also wearing 3 layers of clothes...all wet, and a denem skirt that has retained so much water it's falling off you with each step it's time to call quits.
Completely covered in sand (even in places we don't want to think about) and looking like drown wolves, Fire and I quickly threw everything into the car as quickly as possible. The tents were soaked, wadded up and dirty and still put in the car that way with everything thrown on top of them...we were out of there. We were packed so quick that at 715pm I was scrunched up against the stearing wheel in my soaking wet sweatshirt, t-shirt, camasole, and bicycle shorts (also barefoot) with Fire somewhere burried under my laptop, trash bucket, and stove with the wet blankets at his feet for our hour ride home.
All in all, we had a great time. We danced, visited some people we knew, sang, shopped a little, and met new people.
On the story side of things....I haven't gotten much typing done again this week but I'm almost there...maybe tonight if things go well enough.
Oh and I can't go without saying...mainly cause I am thrilled about this.
I don't like scales so I never step on them....well maybe once or twice a year but I usually judge my weight by how my clothes fit.
Well it's time to go shopping for a whole new wardrobe because every extra large skirt or pants I own must be safty pinned in the waist to keep them from fallin down.
Thanksgiving weekend of 2003 I stepped on a scale at the grocery store to check my weight....the same one that Fire always uses and is just as accurate as his doctor's scale. Well anyway Thanksgiving 2003 I was 5 ft 9in tall weighing a good 195 lbs.
This Thanksgiving weekend with not changing my diet in any way (although I did stop taking Metba Less almost a year ago because they obviously weren't working) I must say I am still 5 ft 9 in tall (no I have not shrunk in height) but I am now proud to admit I'm 153 lbs. Yes I have lost 42 lbs in a year without doing a damn thing. No pills, no Atkins diet or any other special expensive diet, no extra excersise...nothing but an increase in my matabolism (sp) and I'm thrilled.
Well I'd better get going...have alot of typing to do.
Talk to you all laters.