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Too tired for a title.

This is how I like it: Just chilling out in front of the TV, me playing on my laptop, while Jim is going through his Deadlands books. Yup, Jim plans on running another game. This one, he wants to run twice a month, with one of the games requiring us to journey up to St. Louis with Phil to play with Ben and Kristie. Of course, that would require a sitter, so you know. We’ll see.

This weekend was a little bit more eventful. Saturday was a divisional, but I was feeling bad enough that Jim asked me not to do it and to take a nap instead. I said okay but secretly told myself that I would punch in after a nap. I didn’t wake up in time. I was just so exhausted. I’m wondering if I’m coming down with something.

Then yesterday, both Vincent and I were napping, when I woke up startled. I smelled rotten eggs. My first thought was sewage. Sometimes, the creek in our yard gets a little stinky. My thought was, because there had been a lot of rain, maybe something had backed up the basement.

I checked around, couldn’t find the source of the smell, but I did smell it coming up the vent. Maybe it was the gas?

I debated what to do. Here’s some background here. 1) Jim had the van, which had the car seat. The only thing left was the car, which has expired tags and no car seat. 2) I couldn’t call Jim because my phone died (I’m still waiting on my sister to tell me what I need to know to transfer my number), and Jim left his phone at the house.

Which actually worked for me.

If I had been alone, I think I wouldn’t have really done much. But with Vincent, I wasn’t going to take a chance. I called the gas company, then called my mother-in-law (who, incidentally, has a car seat  of her own) to come pick me and Vincent up. I left Jim a note to come to his mom’s after grocery shopping.

When Jim came home, the gas guy was already here. He confirmed my first though: sewer. Our toilet is leaking. Sigh.

Makes me REALLY wish I had just chugged 10 cups of coffee and gotten through the OT on Saturday, regardless of how I felt.

Oh, and I got to see the treatment plan for my dental stuff for this year…

:(

Yeah, I should probably pound this tea and go to bed. Mama needs to get more OT in. You know–more than I’m already doing. Sigh.

 

Make it quick.

I’m actually on my way to bed. I’ve been trying to post more frequently because, hey, I’m paying for this stupid site, so I should use it. I swear, if it weren’t for Jim using the domain for his email, I would have moved it to a free site a long time ago.

Nothing much new going on, except that work–knock on wood–isn’t as hellish as it usually is, and I got a new smart phone.

Well, an old smart phone–it belonged to Jim’s aunt Donna–but new to me! Gotta love free. :) It’s charging right now, but then I have to figure out how to get my number moved over to it. You know, something I’ve never done before. All my past phones have come through my sister, and she did it because I’m on her plan. Not sure how this is done, but I’ve been assured that it’s easy.

Tried a dungeon with Phil, Jim, and some people in their guild (our guild, I guess, as I’m in it, although I keep forgetting that I am), and I am of the belief that boost characters are a terrible idea unless it’s the same class you’ve played before and you just want to be on another server, or you just have a lot of time on your hands to figure it out because, seriously, I click, like, 3 buttons on my mage. That’s it. Three. I have them bound as 1, 2, an 3, and then I don’t remember what I’m supposed to from there, so I spam frost bolt until something lights up on my action bar, then I hit whatever that is, even though I have no idea what most of my buttons are.

I didn’t even know one of my abilities kind of acted like a DOT. There is something to be said for learning as you level.

I was done after one dungeon. I figured I need to get to bed because I have to work tomorrow, and it’s easy to pick up DPS.  Especially DPS who know what they’re doing.

I don’t. Really, I should just freeze my account. I really am not into the end-game stuff, anyway, and money is getting really tight again.

I’m going to check to see if my NEW OLD smart phone is done charging, then brush my teeth, check on the Cutest Little Boy Ever, and go to bed.

Jim’s still talking to disembodied voices in his headset like a loser, haha.

I’m getting too old for this.

Jim and Phil are quickly catching up on their characters in Warcraft to my 90 boost character. While they’ve been pugging it, I’ve been messing around with macros and just trying to figure out my mage in general, get a rotation down.

I started thinking that maybe being able to alter my action bars around would help. Sent Phil a message in-game, and he recommended ElvUI.

Download it, install, try to configure…but realize EVERYTHING is just too freakin’ small. I can’t read this crap. So now it’s gone.

Getting too old for Warcraft, I’m thinking…

End to a good day.

I woke up this morning, back hurting, stomach a little queasy, and I thought, “Nope, not doing it today.” I had sick time and PTO, so I called in.

Slept a little, back still hurt when I woke up, but it eventually faded away. It wasn’t enough to ruin my day or anything. I enjoyed hanging out with Vincent and Jim. Jim is a horrible enabler when I think about calling in sick. His response is always, “Do it!” Of course, when I call in, it means I’m not tying up the internet for work, so he can play.

So he worked on Warcraft; I hung out with Vincent. The living room was so pretty, the way the sunlight slanted through the blinds and danced on Vincent’s face while he frowned over his trains. And, of course, it just made me wish all the more than I could stay home with him.

During the day, I found Vincent’s nice jacket that I bought at Old Navy, the jacket that I’ve been trying to find for weeks now, so I was happy for that.

Later that night, Jim and I took Vincent for drive. Another sign that he’s our kid is that he seems to love drives as much as we do. As soon as I say, Hey, Vincent, want to go for a drive?, he drops whatever he’s doing and runs to the door. So we went for a drive, came back, got Vincent ready for bed. Jim and I talk about how we need to find something to put Vincent in just to get him out of the house, around other kids–both of us confess that we worry he’s lonely sometimes–get Vincent out of tub, dress him, play, read to him, tuck him into bed.

Then, we run Kara with Phil. KARA. YES. I know the end-game content is what pretty much most Warcraft players are into, but Karazhan is really the only thing that I’ve ever wanted to see. It was beautiful and so interesting. And fast, from the stories I heard. Of course, we ran it on higher-level characters, but I got to hear how this mob led to so many wipes and about the time that the tank was pulling a mob and fell off the ramp.

Okay, Jim put his computer up, so it’s time to go. The other thing that made today good was that I decided to check the scale and I’ve already lost almost FOUR POUNDS. In less than a week. I felt so good about it, I rewarded myself with a teeny-tiny glass of Coke. Nothing more than that, I’m not trying to gain it back.

Okay, leaving. Need to go to bed, since I don’t plan on calling in sick two days in a row.

Here we go.

Weekend’s over. Boo. Seemed like a I did a lot of cleaning, playing with Vincent, and leveling on Warcraft. (Obviously, only during times when Vincent was asleep.) Went to Jim’s mom’s for Jim’s grandpa’s birthday. Vincent got to see his baby cousin Della (he loooves her, it’s so cute), and he crawled up on his Great Papa’s lap to eat cake with him. It was cute. I’m hoping Jim’s mom will have pictures of it on Facebook soon because I’m totally stealing them.

I didn’t go nearly as much over my calories today as I thought I would. I thought I would OBLITERATE the target calories. Don’t get me wrong–I still went  plenty over, just not as much as I thought.

Oh, I didn’t mention that, did I? Jim and I decided we would try to eat better for the new year. Well, after Christmas, money got tight again (imagine that), so now we’re mostly eating cheap this week, but I’m just watching calories at this point. Since New Year’s, I’ve already lost 1.8 pounds. Awesome.

I’m pretty sure I gained some of that bad tonight, ha. But that’s okay. I let today pass for Papa’s birthday. :)

I suppose I should get ready for bed. Ugh,  I’m dreading tomorrow. January is always rough at my job, and I’m almost always put on the hotline. I wasn’t Friday, though, and I suspect it’s because a lot of people got it off. I heard that a lot of places did that–rather then have their employees have the day off, come back, then have the weekend, they just gave them Friday too. They told us in our unit meeting that they don’t think they’re going to need the written staff much on the hotline this year (unlike last year, where we were on almost every day UNTIL AUGUST), but I will believe it when I see it. I still suspect we’ll get put on.

To add to the anxiety, my phone won’t hold a charge, and my phone also doubles as my alarm. Granted, I rarely hear the alarm because I’m up with Vincent before then, but I always have this fear that we’re all going to suddenly sleep until 7 AM. HA. Fat chance.

Dumb.

Well, I was going to go to bed. It’s after midnight, after all, but I just heard Vincent fussing a little in his bedroom, so I’ve been putting it off to make sure he’s not about to wake up.

It’s been a busy day: work, as usual, with overtime, as usual, then dinner at Jim’s dad’s and step-mom’s, as usual, except what’s not as usual is that Jim didn’t come with me and Vincent. Tonight, he stayed at our place to play with Phil and a friend of theirs named Dan.

Wow, do we know a lot of Dans.

Anyway, Vincent and I came home, I got Vincent ready for bed, and Jim tucked him in. While he did that, Phil explained to me that the game they decided to play before Dan moves out west is Deadlands.

I had to smile. Jim and Deadlands. He loves that game.

While they did that, I told  Phil I was going to work on my mage that I had used the 90 boost on, the one I plan to run with Jim and Phil and some other guy they know. Jim and Phil had told me before to go ahead and start my Draenor quests. So I do, then when I’m in the kitchen telling Phil that I was done and was going to switch to my blood elf priest to work her Draenor quests, Phil suggests that I get back on the mage and do garrison stuff.

So I did, but man, my mage is getting close to hitting 91, which will put her ahead of both Alsana and Grimoira, sitting at 90 and 85 respectively. This sounds dumb, but I feel weird having anything higher than those two, heh. It seems they should be leading the way, not this newfangled Draenei mage that didn’t even exist a week or so ago.

And here’s another thing that has been bugging me: Mages are hard! When did this happen? Granted, it’s been a while since I have played, and I never had one this high up, but man, they have a lot of abilities with cooldowns and wait to have this one before using this or this or this or if you chose this talent this–ARRRRRGH.

And here Jim and I picked mage because I wanted something easy. Maybe arcane wasn’t the way to go.

Or maybe I’m just a moron.

Cautiously approaching the new year.

Hello, 2015.

I keep thinking that you cannot possibly be worse than 2014. It was a rough year: Dad died, work sucked, Piper died. But there good things as well–namely buying the house we wanted, and work got better after August–so I’m hoping good things will happen in 2015 as well.

At this point in time, I’m just hoping to be able to stick to this diet this time. That’s all, not asking for much, 2015. Just a little self-discipline.

Oh, yeah, and for you not to suck.

Thank you.

It happened.

We bought a laptop. So right now, Jim is playing Warcraft on the laptop, and I was playing on this new laptop, until about 10 minutes ago, when I realized that the new year is closing in.

So right now, BOTH Jim and I are playing Warcraft. It’s a Jesus miracle!

Of course, he’s playing with Phil, so I’m left to play alone.

Whatevs. 25 minutes left of 2014, the year where work sucked worse than it has in a long time and when I lost my dad. I can only imagine he’s up there looking down at me, shaking his head over the fact that I’m playing Warcraft again, haha.

Miss you, Dad.

Good riddance, 2014. Happy New Year!

 

Warcracked.

Weird–I’m sitting in our bedroom with a rum and Coke and playing on the iPad, just to get away from hearing my husband on Skype while playing Warcraft in the living room.

Weird because I am totally having a flashback to my last semester in college, except then, it was me and a roommate, I was on a laptop, and he was on Vent. But it was still WoW, and there was almost always alcohol involved, and it’s still other people’s conversations I really have no interest in and didn’t want to eavesdrop on.

Although, at that time, I did not have access to a radio like I do in my bedroom, so I couldn’t drown my old roommate out as easily as I can drown out Jim.

Anyway, so, yeah, Jim and I are all Warcracked again. It started with me because I had heard that the latest expansion would be the last, and I was looking for something to occupy my mind since the most stressful part of the year is coming up at work. I decided that since, for the most part, Vincent is down at 8, I could do what I used to do when I was a live-in nanny for my sister and her kids, where I played after they went to bed and maybe when they took naps.

It was going well, but as it has happened every single time, any time I renew my account, Jim decides HE’S interested too, and then he renews his account.

And we NEVER have two computers to do this from.

In the past, what has happened is that I will play, feel guilty, let Jim play a little bit, and then he pretty much takes over the computer and I never get to play.

This time, I told Jim that would not happen again. Now, we alternate days. However, I’m much stricter about my bedtimes these days than I was back then (I’m getting old, I need my freakin’ sleep), so I’m getting maybe 1 1/2-2 hours gameplay every other day, which means I’m slow at getting anything done. I guess it’s not really a big deal, though. While most of the people that I played with before are coming back, everyone seems to be off doing their own thing. Hell, I haven’t even talked to most of them, or if I have, it’s been brief, so I’ve mostly just been focusing on leveling on my own, doing my own thing.

I’m hoping, though, that will change, because let’s face it–Warcraft is much more fun when you’re playing with friends. Jim and I had already been talking about getting a laptop, and now we’re pretty much set on getting one within the week. Because we’ve always only had  one computer (the iPad doesn’t count here), we’ve never been able to play together.  Jim and Phil have been power-leveling a druid and a hunter respectively, and I used my 90 boost to create a mage. The hope is that when they get to 90, Jim and I will have  a laptop as well. Also, someone in their guild used their own 90 boost to create a tank (also druid, I believe) and is waiting on Phil and Jim, so we should just need one more DPSer and we should be set to go, dungeon-wise.

I’m pretty excited about the idea, but I keep toying with the idea of just freezing my account again. I know this is not the best use of my time, after all. Still, Jim and I have few things in common; it’s nice that we have this.  And at the end of the day, that’s what I keep coming back to: I just want to play with my husband. Is that so bad?

Ha, I just had a flashblack to those magazines my mother used to have, the “Can This Marriage Be Saved?” ones.  OMG, CAN WARCRAFT SAVE MY MARRIAGE? Hahaha–oh, yeah, and my marriage dooesn’t really need saving. It’s pretty good, thanks. :)

In quiet moments.

Every once in a while, I find myself muttering to myself, Please help me be a better mother.

I don’t even know who I’m talking to, praying to.

Vincent is definitely going through the terrible twos a bit early. I know it’s normal. I know he’s not even nearly as bad as most toddlers. When he is told no, he will throw a fit because he doesn’t have the language or the skills to express himself any other way, but for the most part, he will still listen. I’m cool with that. He’s allowed to have feelings–but he has to listen.

Lately, we have been working on making him stop hitting when he gets angry. He is definitely getting better about it. He seems to be learning little by little to just shriek in anger rather than running up and hitting whomever made him mad.

That’s all good. It’s better than hitting people.

But, still, I keep thinking that this is such a crucial time. We have to teach him boundaries, discipline, obedience, all while building his confidence, teaching him, and letting him know that he’s loved.

I hope we can balance this all right. I just hope we don’t screw it up.

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