Jim had another rough night of almost no sleep, so I’m watching Vincent.
I think we’re doing okay.
Jim had another rough night of almost no sleep, so I’m watching Vincent.
I think we’re doing okay.
Wake up after fitful sleep. Jim had a lot of tooth pain last night and was super anxious in general, so I went to sleep late and then Vincent woke up at 5:30 AM.
Jim asks for me to punch in at 8 instead of 7 because the tooth pain kept him up almost all night. He looks exhausted.
Decide to call in. Jim’s teeth have been bugging him for quite a while now. Needs to be dealt with. Today preferably.
Jim wakes up and looks grateful when I tell him I called in so that I can watch Vincent while he gets some rest. Argue over whose dentist to call. Jim calls his. Soonest they can get him in MARCH 5TH.
He calls my dentist. Monday, first thing. Today would have been better, but Monday is certainly better than MARCH 5TH.
Get babysitter lined up.
Jim rests, I watch Vincent and do a little cleaning. Stress a little over money. I have a lot of my own dental work going on. Credit cards are mounting up and we need to start paying Jim’s dad back for the down payment of this house.
Stress, stress, stress.
Pick up Haytham. Look! Worm segments. Jim, the same man who was going to settle for a March 5th dentist appointment despite having intense tooth pain that is starting to keep him up at nights, calls the vet within minutes of discovery of said worm segments and makes appointment for the SAME DAY.
Take cats to the vet. I let Vincent run around the vacant parking lot next door until I decide it’s full of rocks and cliffs to an excitable toddler. Jim has the cats in the office. Not only do we get the worm treatment for both cats, we also get antibiotics for Haytham and Gremlin’s updated rabies shot for $65. Even my tightwad heart is happy.
It’s a beautiful day out. It wasn’t the reason why I called in today, but I enjoy it.
Go home. Jim’s mom stops by after work to play with Vincent before returning home. Vincent looks happy, fusses after she leaves. Chill out a little longer, then we take Vincent to dinner at Jim’s dad’s and step-mom’s. Vincent plays with dogs and instruments with his other grandma. I show off pictures of him on my new smart phone to Jim’s dad. Vincent is loved, loved, loved.
Jim’s uncle Dan stops by. He’s miserable. He’s lost his cat, the one that EVERYONE knows about because this cat is his baby, and he’s seriously grieving. I feel for him. I remember what it felt like when I lost Kili, how heartbroken I was. I still think about him.
Come home, brush Vincent’s teeth, Jim puts him to bed. Jim’s jaw is still throbbing. I hope he can sleep, so I can try to do some overtime tomorrow because with these bills we’re running up, we really need it. My biggest fear is that it’s going to get taken away again. I want to pay off as much as I can as soon as I can, just in case this happens.
I would like to not need to have work overtime. That is the goal. For now.
Damn, I’m tired. What a day.
World of Warcraft account already frozen again. It’s got about two weeks on it. We bought this laptop, thinking that Jim and I would play together. We’re not playing together. The end.
Finally got the smart phone from Jim’s aunt working with my old number. It’s a bit of a learning curve from the regular flip phone, but I’ve already done a bunch of work to make it mine and have already installed several apps. Now I just need to get all my old contacts into my old phone. Problematic, since my old phone is dead. Not sure if a transfer or whatever it’s called will work. :\
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.
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.
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…
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.
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.
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.