Snow Days and Delays

Thanks to the Goddesses for cold and snowy weather...just when I get tired of the same old routine, nature gives us a one-two punch and delivers a day and a half off of work!

w00t.

All Play and No Work

Makes Delani a happy girl! (to mutate a reference from The Shining)

Seriously, or srsly, I have been playing all weekend, and I'm in a great mood. I had a lovely dinner last night at the local restaurant with Son #1, and woke up refreshed and smiling.

Sigh. When everything's good like this, I feel like the hammer is going to drop just around the corner. My shrink asked me about my extended family last visit, which only means one thing: he wants to know about my support network when something bad happens to me. So now, I've just convinced myself that something bad is going to happen.

What happened to my good mood? Now i'm full of anxiety and worry...but I know it won't last.

School is going GREAT. I have a bunch of really nice and polite and inquisitive children this term. My smallerish study hall is even quiet and productive, unlike last term when i had the huge study hall from HELL. Class size DOES matter -- and I have the research and experience to prove it. But School Size is just as important, and I did a little research during my Master's Degree studies on school size. Smaller is better, unlike sex.

:)

On the state of the world: economic downturns, mid-east wars and police brutality and rioting. WTF is going on? Armageddon? The end of the world in 2012 as predicted? Oh shit it's all too much for my little pea brain to handle. Think I'll go smoke a peace pipe and drink another cup of coffee. People need to just get along, it is so simple.

All I am saying, is give peace a chance.

OK. I'm happy again. In the midst of turmoil and trials, I have found my little corner of the sky where I can relax and be happy. I couldn't ask for more.

Miracles and Fortunes Lost

Hey Hey Hey: miracles DO happen! Zynga fixed the lag on MHA, so we can play now...and I'm gonna have my Phoon reception after all!

But I just found out I didn't win the $100,000,000 lottery: only matched one number. Poop. I had that money spent already, too! Cars for all of my friends...all our remodeling dreams realized on the house...free education for the children...aw poop.

Today is the last day of winter break, and I woke up puking. Seriously, I am allergic to work. I love my job; as previously established, it's just the getting there that sucks. I just told my shrink that I haven't been puking as much lately; and then I heave this morning. I'm supposed to go in today to play catch-up; I'm behind checking papers AS USUAL...

...so here I sit. Clickety clackety on the keyboard instead of dealing with real life. If there were only a way to make THIS my reality....blogging for a damn living. But what would i have to blog about if I weren't working? My pathetic little brain needs the stimulation. There I have that settled -- I need work to provide the drama for my blog.

But for only $1,400 I can publish the first Thresholds...I might just do it if I can talk hubby into forking over the $500 downpayment before February.

Maybe I'll find another miracle and another fortune someday.

Wacked Out and Wired

It's Christmas break, and all is well -- I've had a great dose of family and frivolity, as well as a nice bit of laziness. I'm, therefore, reticent to blog much -- it takes angst to blog well, and my life is free of angst at the moment.

Well, there is one thing. My game, My Heroes Ability (MHA), on facebook is near death. Ever since my wedding, you can't even get onto play. We've raised a ruckus -- signing petitions and writing to Zynga (the evil company who bought the game and killed it) and so far, we've gotten platitudes back. Yes, we will try to fix the game -- no, you are not forgotten, and blah blah blah. Yesterday we got a popup saying it is being worked on, but this morning, I can't even get on to the game to check my wall for notes from my friends from around the world.

Before you go thinking it's all silly, let me tell you a story about my MHA friend Omar from the United Kingdom. On the Saturday before Christmas, Omar (O, the healer) instant messaged me on facebook and told me that his four-year old son was in isolation in the hospital with meningitis. He just woke up all loopy, and Omar rushed him to the hospital. Now, a week and a half later, his son is in a sleep-induced coma and still in isolation, having troubles breathing on his own. Talk about an eye opener...and Omar was reaching out to me because I also have children. He is all alone, as his wife left them when the baby was small.

THAT is the kind of relationships I've formed on that silly game. And Omar has helped me to appreciate what I have this holiday season.

Back to RL (real life). I'm content. Life is good. My hubby loves me, and that's all I can ask for. My children are busy and vibrant and healthy as we head into the new year, and we shall enjoy our traditional fondue New Year's Eve party -- minus Son #1 who has plans with friends. Son #1 is my only angst, really, as I never get to fucking see him. It's not his fault, really -- he is just enjoying his own life and I'm glad he has good friends to bring in the new year.

Oh, by the way, the 2008 yearbooks arrived right before the holiday break. They are beautiful, and aside from a few complaints, I think we did a smash up job. We had to distribute them in a different way, which caused me stress, but it worked out okay. Ranae and Kiwi are to be commended for working their asses off for this book -- thank god for dedicated kids who have a common mission.

So, guess the coffee has kicked in, and I feel wacky and wired this morning. Now I just need a new photoshopping project or something to keep this hyper-active brain calm. Maybe I'll start to read that Twilight book i've had for months, or maybe I'll clean up the upstairs office. Or maybe I'll just sit here and clickety clackety all day.

I have options, and I have time. This feeling is truly glorious....think I'll just sit back and enjoy for a second before life starts happening again.

Best Laid Plans

Well, the wedding was a total bust. Facebook had server errors for the entire two hours, so I spent most of the time clicking on busted links. Fun.....NOT.

Plus, the dohickey to upload pictures to your profile was broken the entire day, so nobody could dress up in Phoon photos, so I got no wedding pics with Phoons in them. That was the entire purpose of the wedding -- to get everybody into Phoons.

*heavy sigh*

Oh well, Liana, my friend from Wisconsin, did get a pic of everybody trying to participate in the raid. Tool Time Tim, my MHA hubby, is in the center, doing a Phoon in front of an elephant. He had uploaded his picture earlier, so he's the only one in costume. I'm in the top row, second in from the left with my LivelyLibra picture on. The rest of the pics are people in my group; they showed up in full force and had fun killing my hubby the whole two hours.

Ok. Enuf of this.

On to real life: my hubby is talking politics and the economy, again, this morning. We are hopeful that the new administration will be able to sort this current mess out and save us from ourselves. Check out change.gov -- Obama's attempt to have transparent government.

The kids are doing well, son #1 is busy as ever, but we spent quality time at Thanksgiving, and will have a few days around New Years to hang out, so all is well there. Son #2 is having a grand time on his early Christmas present -- a brand new laptop computer.

And finally, school is going well. Haven't heard about the damn 08 books, but I'm prepared to deal with all the complaints....by ignoring the fuckers. Sign up for yearbook class, which currently has openings, to help us get the 09 books out the door faster.

And finally, I've been chatting still with Jedi and Pi, and they are still great great kids. Both kicking ass in college, but Jedi has really felt the pressure this semester -- cellular biology is one tough course, and a neurosciences degree ain't easy.

Ranae is doing well in school, too, and is a college newspaper photographer. But she wants to come back home next year and be closer to her boyfriend and family. . . she'll excel wherever she goes, so I'm not worried about her.

All in all, I'm not worrying....7 school days until our two-week Christmas vacation, or Winter Break to be more politically correct.

Bring it on.

Wedding Plans

I'm getting married, again. This is the fun of online games: one can play play play and have fantasy weddings and cut open heads and heal others with no guilt.

On my game (My Heroes Ability on Facebook) we have theme raids where peoples get all dressed up and we go and kick some ass. My wedding will be Saturday, and I've invited most of the active groups on the game, so we'll see if we get a large crowd.

I hope to get some screen-captured pictures of everyone dressed up with a Phoon photo....my future hubby, Tool Time, is a phooner too, and that's how we met. Then he introduced me to this addictive game, and the rest is history.

Ok. That's enough mumbo jumbo for today. It's colder than hell and I have to get ready for the day. Reality bites sometimes.

So, if you are confused, good. Just know that I'm turning into the biggest online geek this side of the Mississippi.

But, I'm combining reality with fantasy; I used photoshop to create this wedding invite -- all by myself! That's something I couldn't have done six months ago......so go me.

Dancing Nekkid

I've been doing a lot of nekkid dancing in chat rooms lately, and have been far too busy to blog.

Ok. That's crap. I have been hanging out in chat rooms, and I have been cavorting with young professionals from around the world. In these chat rooms, flirting sometimes happens. It's all innocent flirting, more like creative writing. Someone will slap someone around a bit with a large trout, then someone else will get sad and go off in the corner needing some cuddles. It's all very innocent and quite fun when you have a whole snow day to play.

I haven't been too busy to blog, more like too damn lazy. Plus, my head seems to be in a good place so I have very little to bitch about. I have a good anti-depressant cocktail now, thanks to the old shrink. My classes are all going very well, except for the continued technology problems that plague us.

The 2008 yearbook isn't in yet, but I'm hoping it will be here by Christmas break so all the college kids can come back and get theirs. If not, oh well, no sweat off my balls. See, I just don't seem to care...

/me dances nekkid in the corner.

See how much more fun it is to dance than it is to whine about real life?