I Hate Tuesdays

Yes, I hate Tuesdays. It's my least favorite day of the week. Mondays are bad enough, having to return to the grindstone after a too short weekend. But Tuesdays...Tuesdays positively reek! Every single stinking Tuesday, World of Warcraft shuts down for "maintenance". Usually, you can't even tell what they've "maintained". I wish they would fix the flightpath from Dalaran, Dalaran is DC city. If you play, and you have a character over lvl 65, you totally know what I'm saying. But today, today is the big patch. Everybody in the guild has been talking about it. Swimming mounts, dual spec, shorter cool downs on the hearth stones, all very cool. What's not cool? Apparently my DPS. 850 Dps(Damage per second) is apparently very bad for a lvl 80 hunter. I don't know what the problem is. Ive got the best weapon I can afford, and haven't seen much better in the Auction House. I know some players have 1500 Dps, but usually they are Death Knights, and DKs are cheaters as far as I'm concerned. They need to nerf DKs bad. So I guess I'll have to suck it up and ask my guildies what I might be doing wrong, idk. Time to check and see if we are back on line again, and maybe check on the lasagna, too. =)

I'm high? and I can't sleep!

I have recently quit smoking. This is day 3. My head spins and I am dizzy, and a little silly. My friends tell me I am high on Oxygen. Hmmm. Why? Doesn't everyone breath oxygen? Apparently all the weird things in cigarettes block some of the oxygen receptors in our brains. Suddenly, I'm getting oxygen like I haven't in more years than I can count right now. Everyone is being uber supportive, and I'm really not suffering nearly as much as I thought I would. I'm cold turkey. Yes I'm cold alot. Plus, I can't stay asleep at night. It seems like I am waking up every hour. I don't know why, but I feel very awake. Then I just go back to sleep. I took the day off, and got some extra sleep this morning. I'm starting to be afraid to drive, I become so sleepy out of no-where. But thats it. A craving will come, for less than a minute. I wiggle my fingers and take a deep breath and it goes away. I'm good. I don't want to spend the money anymore, I don't want to die of Lung Cancer, I want to see my grand children someday (not soon, mind you, it can wait, lol), but yeah. So I am a non-smoker, big deal.

Did I Do That?

No, I am not actually a self-centered person, but with everything that is going on lately, I sometimes have this idea that it is all my fault. You see, around August of last year, we decided we were going to sell our house and move to our daughter's school district. Just to make everything easier on everyone concerned. So, in preparation, we paid off all our credit cards. No more interest payments, no more revolving debt, just to make sure we could qualify for the size of house we needed. We started buying what we needed with cash, which meant we bought significantly less. Now all the credit companies are failing, and I have to wonder, did we all have the same idea at the same time? I've often wondered what it would be like, what would happen, if everyone started living off of just what they have, like all the gurus suggested. Hm, maybe this is it? And if that's the case, the banks don't need a bailout, why continue a product that no longer sells? Of course now we are in the position that nothing is selling. We would buy a new car, but are afraid we'll lose our jobs, because no one is buying new cars. We would buy a house, especially now that prices have dropped so much, but oops, now we owe more on our house than we could get for it. This whole thing is a catch 22. What are we going to do? Everyone is saying that banks won't release the funds for new mortgages, I think its just that no one is asking. Hmm, what next? There are layoffs at work happening today, furloughs last month and next. Maybe if I stick my neck out there and tell hubby to buy a new car, everyone else will too? Come on, America! We need you to shop even more now than after 9/11, oh, but I'll wait til you're done, lol.

WOW! A story of addiction

OK, My husband turned me on, and now I'm addicted.

To a blood elf priest character, wandering around the realm of Aggramar in Eversong woods. It started last weekend, while dh was planning to meet his friend, Dan, in the alternate reality. They do this once or twice a week, with geeky little headsets carrying on til the wee hours of the morning. He lamented once again how great it would be if we could play together, so I decided to try it. Actually, the kicker was watching my daughter make her character dance, and before you know it, she had started a complete dance party, with at least 10 other players stopping to dance with her(sans music). I just thought that was the neatest thing, well, at least until someone started removing her armor, leaving her in her underwear. So, I got online and he stood behind me, telling me how to power attacks and win experience points, how to loot the vanquished, and receive and complete quests. For me, the hardest part is walking right now. No, its not complicated, arrow left and right for turns, up to walk forward, and down to walk backwards. A note to the novice, walking backwards to try to retreat from an enemy? it doesn't work so well, any better than if you were to try it for real. Anyway, I keep getting stuck behind fences and barrels and benches. I mean, come on, really? And every time you have to enter a building to get a quest or training or beat somebody up, there are always circular ramps, with NO HAND RAILS! I mean, COME ON! How many times do I have to die because I fell off the stupid thing! And how freaking far do I have to walk to get back to my corpse? And whats the point of that anyway? Virtual punishment for dying? Oh! Oh! and getting bumped off the server and returning to find you had died in a battle you were clearly winning? Pah! I guess if there weren't some frustrations, I'd never get to bed. So after playing a few hours, hubby decides to start a new character so we can play together, because, well, you know, he can't join me on level four with his level 60 character, right? Only to find out, he had started me on the same account he plays on! So I deleted my character, and created a new one on our second account and started all over. we played together for a couple of hours, but now he's lost interest again, so I've played without him. Now he's a level 4, and I've gone on to level twelve, and will have to repeat everything so he can catch up. Uhg! I should just make one character to play by myself, and one to play with him. See! This has taken over my life! DO NOT play this game, if you haven't started already. I punished myself for taking all this time away from the housework, by making myself wash and fold socks. now to sneak over and start that new character.

Back to School

Time to get the kids back to School. What do you do with 5'7" twelve year old, with great fashion sense? Take her to Fashion Bug of course! She loved the graet looks, even though I spent twice the money as I do on the boys, and got half as much. An almost 13 year old with big bones has to fit in. Of course, do they sell size 12 shoes? Oh no, of course not. Nice of them to think of the larger fashion girl, but they don't think about the feet. Where do you find size 11.5 wide for a girl? We ended up with the plain ugly black shoes for her performances in 11W from Walmart. Her palazzos are so long and wide at the feet, no one will really see them anyway. I also found a pair of size 12 bobos in plain white canvas and got her a set of washable markers with which she can draw on them over and over again. But anything attractive? Sure they offer these things on line, but you can't try them on. And in the past, anything from a 9 WW to a size 12 has fit, and when we finally found sneaks, a men's 9 1/2 is what we had to settle for. I couldn't tell her they were men's shoes of course, she would freak out and not wear them. But she says they are the most comfortable sneakers she has ever had. They are a pretty lime green, one of the schools colors, and hopefully she'll not find out. The idea of showers with the other girls has got her freaked out. Me too, of course. Maybe they've stopped that heinous practice of making all the kids get naked and shower together. Can it cost all that much to invest in a few shower curtains for privacy's sake?

The thrills of selling your home!

So we are in the process of trying to fix our house up to get ready to sell. There's nothing too bad, but you know everything needs a new coat of paint, the backyard is atrocious, and the boiler is on it's last leg. We also damaged the linoleum when we put the furniture on it to put laminate floors on the rest of the house, so we will have to replace the linoleum. It needed replacing anyway, the wear is starting to show. It's amazing what you are willing to live with when it's your house, but isn't good enough for prospective buyers, especially in this market, I'm afraid we will be very lucky to get out of it what we owe. But we need more room, and a house in dd's school district, so this we must do. We had a contractor out for the boiler today. He said it probably wouldn't have lasted the winter, so staying or going we needed one anyway. $5016, 20% down, and no interest for a year. It'll be a good selling point to add to the ad. "new windows & AC 2007, new boiler, kitchen floor '08, fresh paint an landscaping" Did I mention the back yard? We put in a great patio last year, as well as a tree house and Hammock swings. Of course, under the hammock swings, is just dirt now. I am having another contractor on Friday to come and give me an estimate on what it would take to get the yard up to par. If I can get away with 2 grand to tear out and sod the backyard, I'll do it. Otherwise, well, I'll just see what they advise. I can't wait to get into a new house and get on with our lives! Of course, every time I find a house I really like, it gets sold right away. Wahh! I have to pray the perfect house will come available right when I find a buyer for mine!

Crazy Camp!

Man, was cub scout camp crazy! It was so much fun, a new activity every hour from Sunup to Sundown. I'm exhausted! The Boy Scouts working as guides were fantastic. My man Taylor handled Noah's initial determination not to join in way better than I was. He was great. We are still singing those "repeat after me" songs. In the pool twice a day. BB gun target practice, Arts & Crafts, speed boating, row boats and kayaks, fishing, it was all great. My little wolf boy fell asleep 3 times the first day, all that fresh air and hiking. What a great experience. One really scary moment, it was dark, we had a campfire going out in the fire ring, and my little wolfie was making his way around the camp and tripped over a log and went down on his arm and screamed bloody murder. My first thought was that he had fallen face first into the embers, I jumped up from the picnic table to rush to him, but Scoutmaster Tom had been much, much quicker.I had no idea he could move that fast! Picked him up and laid him on the picnic table, and we all stood there shining our flashlights on him trying to figure out what was wrong. checked his knees, his face, everything looked ok, but he was still crying. Finally he got out where it was he hurt, and it seems he sprained his wrist a little. He calmed down, and we went to bed. In no time at all he was talkative again, with a few ouches sprinkled in. In the morning, he still hurt a bit, so after breakfast I walked him over to the first aid center, where they gave him a bag of ice and winked over to me that he was fine, really. But he had had enough. He wanted to go home, so we packed up and came home early. He's been telling his war story ever since, to everyone he sees, how he "broke" his arm at camp. He's happy and feeling good now, but he's still milking it a little, and we've given him an arm brace, that he puts on and takes off as he wants, running in the house to get it to show his friends his broken arm, then pulling it back off to continue playing in the sand. Of course he had to take it to Grandma's with him. He's such a cutie!