I am going to try to do better, LDs. I really will.
Even if it means that I'll have to leave an open postbox at all times so I can write what I'm thinking so that you don't get too bored with me.
Even if it means that you send me ideas via email or facebook or twits, tumbls, or pony express, I'll try to do something every other day.
Even if it means just a hello and howareya.
I'm working on 2012 being The Year of the Comfortable. Meaning in my own home (cleaning out); my own space (the War Room WILL get done this year); my own body.
This may turn part fatshion blog. So if you don't like hearing about clothes or the like, just don't read those posts (I'll try to warn you *grin*).
This may turn part crafty blog. If knitting or pinterest-inspired craftiness doesn't "do" it for you, just ignore those.
But this will still always be a blog where I can hash out ideas about characters and plot lines...which doesn't seem like I've done much there, either.
Sigh.
But I'm going to try.
Have happy and safe New Year celebrations.
Showing posts with label gaming. Show all posts
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Friday, December 30, 2011
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Completely Random
** 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
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