“My Cup is deadlier than your sword” Are the words of wisdom and warning from my pal Wolfie otherwise known as Roberta and other monikers not worth mentioning. When not making Mead she is growing grapes in her small winery in the rolling hills of Agua Dulce where her White Wolf Meadery and Winery is located.

If the mood strikes and you find yourself dressing up in combat archery warier outfits, take a tip from Wolfie and keep your tips sharp and your arrow shafts straight. One other tip from her is worth remembering, “Look up before the Cougar Pounces”. For laughing out loud Inga don’t give away all of the secrets of the big cat!

On a very happy note Nancy, who is Number 001 secret agent, and her husband Steve just had their baby boy Aiden. Another Pisces boy to attempt to rule the earth. The trouble with Pisces boys is that they first have to rule themselves with is quiet a challenge. Congrats to both of them and hope to see the little one soon.

Finally, its your hosts birthday today. Let the good times roll and I am keeping my head up Wolfie – looking down for lost little furry things- so keep a sharp eye out! So I end with a little poem writen for our hostess Little Wolfie in the words from the Gard:

True Thomas, the Bard of House Strongbow

Ah, if Inga were Queen….
All the fighters would wear armor made of rawhide
All the speargods would stand in a line
All our lamest shots, would get accepted just fine

Queen Inga, Queen Inga, The mighty Wolfie Queen
Queen Inga, Queen Inga, Behold the Lupine Dream

Everyone would be an archer, Puns would be outlawed
All the A&S competitions, would be won by tooth and claw
Brewers would be so exalted, and everyone carries a cup
In the hopes that the royal court, will fill every one of them up

Queen Inga, Queen Inga, The mighty Wolfie Queen
Queen Inga, Queen Inga, Behold the Lupine Dream

The sky is filled all her toys, flying again and again
Belly dancing at all the wars, would be full of manly men
Wolf coursing is all the rage, with Brun in a Bunny suit
I would have to flee on command, with her in happy pursuit (twang!)

Queen Inga, Queen Inga, The mighty Wolfie Queen
Queen Inga, Queen Inga, Behold the Lupine Dream

All of Strongbow would be armored cavalry,
Shooting from the royal golf carts…
We’ld borrow from Aten our favorite targets,
And give them a running head start!

Queen Inga, Queen Inga, The mighty Wolfie Queen
Queen Inga, Queen Inga, Behold the Lupine Dream

And all the folks would call me a lazy bastard,
Who uhm..sang.. his way to crown….
I will laugh, and call the Queens Champions
And point out which ones to pound

Queen Inga, Queen Inga, The mighty Wolfie Queen
Queen Inga, Queen Inga, Behold the Lupine Dream

Alas my dream has come to an end,
no archery in tourneys they say…
Still Inga will always be MY queen
Until read she this song today

Beef jerky boy-exit…stage left…….running from my deer hart….