** Saved from icanhascheezburger dot com - too kyoot!**You know, I was musing today at work (got quite a bit accomplished today! shut my door, stuck my earbuds in my head, and listened to some tuneage every time I was in my office. I find I concentrate better with music), and I started jotting some things down that you might find interesting...or disturbing - your call.
1. World of Warcraft: a fugging addicting MMORPG (massively multiplayer online role playing game)...or it can be at times. I have six different characters in different levels, all different races (human, night elf, dwarf, draenei) and classes (mage, warrior, druid). My mage Sharmaralyn (interesting name) is my highest level. She's a lvl 68 human mage. She can take down three lvl 68 or 69's baddies all by herself. She's kind of a big deal. Lately, I've not played as much as I did when I first started. Right now, there's more things I could be doing: writing, playing softball, knitting, cleaning out boxes of crap. When winter hits, I'll be back leveling Shar and Erda and Kalexya and Donnae (o Lord...please don't let me go off of the deep end)...erm...well...yeah.
2. Writing: what I should be doing most of the time, but I'm not. I'm trying to work with a beta (Megan from high school) and get some things worked out. I guess I need to start lugging around my computer so I can write write on my lunch hours and whilst travelling. Anyone got a good idea for a boy's name beginning with D? I'm trying to come up with a section as to why the Dean doesn't like L (he seems to be in trouble quite a bit), and why Mr. S set this seemingly unreasonable demand on K.
3. Friends: I don't feel like we do enough with our friends. It seems like every couple that we're friends with all have children, and the one that doesn't, lives forty minutes away. I hate talking on the phone...and most of our friends would rather talk than text. Boo.
4. Mr. Realist. God, I love this man. Poor guy right now has a headache the size of Alaska. Jessi's neck rub helped for a bit, but it's back. He's snoozing peacefully next to me as I muck around on the Interwebs. He keeps telling me that it's ok we're not pregnant yet, but I know it hurts him just as much as it does me whenever she shows up without fail. He's going to Lake of the Ozarks this weekend - Erich from college called him up and invited him to go down. Erich and his wife Susan (live in KCMO, Suse is in Chicago doing a residency) have a timeshare in LotO, and if they don't use it, they've lost out for the year. So Erich's calling up his buddies, and there's like eight of them going. Mr. Realist is taking his clubs because there are like nine courses within like thirty miles of the timeshare. I hope he has a good time. He needs to get away and just be with the boys. I love him madly, but there are some times that if he doesn't get out of my space, I'm going to shoot him! (not really, but he does exasperate me sometimes!)
That's it for now. We've got a softball game tomorrow night, so wish us luck. The first time we played this team, we won 25-5. I don't care if we win or lose, I just want us to play well.
1. World of Warcraft: a fugging addicting MMORPG (massively multiplayer online role playing game)...or it can be at times. I have six different characters in different levels, all different races (human, night elf, dwarf, draenei) and classes (mage, warrior, druid). My mage Sharmaralyn (interesting name) is my highest level. She's a lvl 68 human mage. She can take down three lvl 68 or 69's baddies all by herself. She's kind of a big deal. Lately, I've not played as much as I did when I first started. Right now, there's more things I could be doing: writing, playing softball, knitting, cleaning out boxes of crap. When winter hits, I'll be back leveling Shar and Erda and Kalexya and Donnae (o Lord...please don't let me go off of the deep end)...erm...well...yeah.
2. Writing: what I should be doing most of the time, but I'm not. I'm trying to work with a beta (Megan from high school) and get some things worked out. I guess I need to start lugging around my computer so I can write write on my lunch hours and whilst travelling. Anyone got a good idea for a boy's name beginning with D? I'm trying to come up with a section as to why the Dean doesn't like L (he seems to be in trouble quite a bit), and why Mr. S set this seemingly unreasonable demand on K.
3. Friends: I don't feel like we do enough with our friends. It seems like every couple that we're friends with all have children, and the one that doesn't, lives forty minutes away. I hate talking on the phone...and most of our friends would rather talk than text. Boo.
4. Mr. Realist. God, I love this man. Poor guy right now has a headache the size of Alaska. Jessi's neck rub helped for a bit, but it's back. He's snoozing peacefully next to me as I muck around on the Interwebs. He keeps telling me that it's ok we're not pregnant yet, but I know it hurts him just as much as it does me whenever she shows up without fail. He's going to Lake of the Ozarks this weekend - Erich from college called him up and invited him to go down. Erich and his wife Susan (live in KCMO, Suse is in Chicago doing a residency) have a timeshare in LotO, and if they don't use it, they've lost out for the year. So Erich's calling up his buddies, and there's like eight of them going. Mr. Realist is taking his clubs because there are like nine courses within like thirty miles of the timeshare. I hope he has a good time. He needs to get away and just be with the boys. I love him madly, but there are some times that if he doesn't get out of my space, I'm going to shoot him! (not really, but he does exasperate me sometimes!)
That's it for now. We've got a softball game tomorrow night, so wish us luck. The first time we played this team, we won 25-5. I don't care if we win or lose, I just want us to play well.
Until next time, heepwah and be safe out there.
Peace out, bean sprouts!
Mrs. Dreamer
Mrs. Dreamer
I like the name Dexter or Deaton (cause it's like Keaton)! Also, I'm a little-just a little sad that none of your friend discriptions fit me. :-( I know I'm in there somewhere because I like to text not talk. Aaaannnndddd, what are you gonna do Saturday whilst Mr. R is gone?
ReplyDeleteI'm soz, CoffeeGirl - pwease forgive me? And junking is a wonderful idea!
ReplyDeleteTot' digging Dexter...