What a freakin' fantastic day. :)
Your wings are DRAGON wings. Massive and
covered in scales, they shimmer with strength
and magic. They are the most obvious display of
your power - though it runs equally throughout
your heart and mind. You are uncompromising and
grave, with a profound sense of justice. You
have firm ideas about what is right and what is
wrong and set out to fix what problems you can.
You realize that you are more capable of
dealing with life and evil than most, and as
such you see it as your responsibility to
protect those who cannot defend themselves. You
have existed since antiquity and as such you
are wise far beyond your years in this
lifetime. While you strive for fairness and
peace, if someone should steal from your cave
of treasure (though not all that glitters is
gold) or compromise the happiness of you or one
who is close to you - they have signed their
death warrant. You have a mighty vengeance and
will unleash it upon such people immediately
and mercilessly. Arguing with you is
useless...you rarely back down and are known
for holding firm in your beliefs. Sometimes you
feel intensely burdened with the troubles of
others...acting as a Guardian can get so
wearisome. But you never give up...you see it
as your life's mission. Often very introverted,
you can be so smart...it's scary. Such a
combination of intelligence, creativity, power,
beauty, and magic is often intimidating to
those around you - who are also unlikely to
understand you. Arrogant, proud, overserious,
and sometimes a bit greedy or obsessed with
whatever treasure you choose to pursue...you
have enchanted people for centuries, and will
continue to do so.
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
brought to you by Quizilla
The fact that I had to be at Chuck E. Cheese this morning at 10am for a six-year-old's birthday party (which wasn't nearly as scary as it sounds! *hugs* to aimerz876), and that my mom and I had TERRIBLE service at the French cafe Le Bonne Bouche, is completely overshadowed by the triumph I feel at getting back into that last pair of pre-pregnancy jeans this morning.
THE jeans. My favorite jeans. The pair that I wanted to fit and haven't since before I got pregnant.
*hugs South Beach Diet*
I'm never coming off this diet, I tell ya. Never. I got into the jeans. Whee!
But overshadowing THAT is the fact that Julia, at 10 months old, is walking. Not totally on her own, but five or so steps at at time. It started last night. :) Pray for me. *hee*