The Iron Hand has become a shell of its former self. It seems the bulk of my group has moved on to other things. I alone remain. I have this dream that one day TIH will be reborn into something more than it was. Maybe that’s why I stay with it, a lone sentinel, silently waiting for the return of his king and the rebirth of the kingdom to its formal glory.
My main, Callmesnake, remains in the guild and will do so until such time as the guild is disbanded or I am given the guild and become guild master. I get a lot of static from the rest of my peeps about it but they are young and don’t all know the concept of loyalty. Truthfully, I have moved a few of my alts over to other places. There are some perks to being in a guild that has a higher rating. Scorpia got a couple pieces of heirloom gear and I still haven’t heard the end of that.
My life continues to morph and change with each passing day. Scorpia is expecting another baby that will be due in December. Though I consider myself long in the tooth for more babies, I have to admit that I am enjoying them more. It must be old age or some level of patience that I didn’t possess with the kids v1.0.
We plan on finding out the sex when I get back from my trip. All men hope for a boy but I’m good either way, having one or two of each flavor already. Girls are infinitely easier to raise then boys. Figuring out a way to pay for everything is the real trick.
I don’t have anything tangible today. I read a dear friends blog this morning and it inspired me to get back on and spew forth my unique brand of insight (though there isn’t anything particularly insightful today). If I had any readers, I’d thank you for stopping by. Cheers!
