| Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 09:03 am Bucket of blah blah |
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It's hard to post to LJ these days, because I try to "keep it real" here. Talk about me. It's an exercise in narcissism that probably helps the esteems of others, but for me it's just gas on a flame. Me, talk more about me and the wonderful me things I do? Well, why don't I! So I avoid it in some misguided attempt to be a bit more modest. But if I don't update at all, then I'm not expressing to my future self or present others what I've been up to. Which disconnects me, and I find that to be worse than a little vanity.
I like family life, married life, parenthood, home ownership, blah blah. But I miss just picking up and going to the tea bar just cuz. It's sad that playing board games with friends require these huge overhead plans, because hey! I can't just ditch my family for four hours on short notice. Man, I even feel guilty for lamenting this, seeing as I wouldn't trade in my daughter or Farron to be an eternal 20-something. I just, hey. Miss my 20-somethings.
I have found a pocket of time that allows me to play video games a couple times a week. Those days where the chores are done, the sun is set, my daughter and maybe Farron are asleep, and I can game. Or on weekends in the afternoon when baby is napping and I've just had lunch. These times work. And now that I have Borderlands and a half-dozen friends to play it with, this has been a real gaming renaissance for me. So hey, you don't lose it all. It just prioritizes. Problem is, like last night, game time rolled around and I was too exhausted to play. I crashed at 9:30. Oh, how the mighty gamers have fallen. I woke up to texts of people asking if I was gonna hop on the game. That was slightly depressing.
But my weekend was awesome. Folks crashed my house for the Numenannum fire, the party rolled on for like, 5 hours with the cast ever changing. Babies came, making inside the house seem a bit like a nursery, but that's just how we roll these days. Gut and Chook brought a tasty, candy-like drink they discovered in Japan they call a 'Red Snapper'. I also finally drank the cider I'd been hoarding.
Prior to the fire, I had gotten the yard raked and mowed, and it's the last of the yardwork I'm going to do this year, kinda. I still need to bag some leaves and hopefully drop some grass seed down before the snow comes.
The awesome part of this weekend is a bit of a side story. I'll try to keep it brief. Farron was going to have a family friend fix her truck on Sunday, but he never called us back. He was going to charge us around $120, give or take how long it took. But since Farron had ordered the part, I said screw it, I'll do it myself. So I picked up the new heater core, drained the antifreeze from the truck, installed the part and had it running by 2 in the afternoon for the cost of the part and some antifreeze (a $36 total). This seemed to make Farron especially happy, since she had been fretting yet another couple hundred dollar expense. Moral of the story is, don't own a rust bucket unless you're willing to fix it yourself, or it will bleed you dry. I expect we'll replace the truck within the next year, but at least it's running for winter (knock on wood).
Thursday will be Blank It's 150th strip. Still haven't missed a beat. The story is getting back to roots, which is the best way to recharge the tale, reminding the readers how far it's come.
I'm not even gonna cut this post. Let me dominate your friend's page for awhile. NARCISSISM... LOOK A BABY
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