A Day in the Life, Gamer Life, Geekiness

It’s all in the timing

So I’m in the middle of summer session for grad school.  A COMS class of all things.  It’s not bad but it’s not exactly riveting either.  I’ve learned a lot of this stuff in the course of 30+ years of life already, only now it’s being given names and backed up by research.  Fancy names that don’t really do much in the actually learning, for me at least.  But the timing of it is ironic given what I do for a living and that I’m almost in constant conflict management mode these days.

Timing.  I am a year out from graduating with my Master’s (barring unforeseen circumstances).  I will finish next summer session.  Just in time for Mini to turn 4, just in time for our planned Disney adventure, just in time to start trying for Mini #2.

Timing.  My step-dad passed on Father’s day.  A day that has never really been super important to me given my bio-dad walked out when I was about 3.  I celebrated it with my Opa since he was more of a father figure to me for most of my childhood.  But it was still mostly another day.  I make a bit more effort since we became parents, though even that is more in response to the fact that my husband makes such an effort for Mother’s day.  They are just 2 more days in the year to me.  I know, I’m weird.

Timing.  After my step-dad passed, I got back in touch with my step-sister.  I had never understood what happened between her and my step-dad.  But my step-dad had weird relationships with everyone it turns out.  I knew I was an aunt but it turns out that just a few days before my step-dad passed, he became a grandfather again.  So I have a niece and nephew that I’ve never met.  2 grandchildren that will never get to meet their grandfather.

Timing.  My father in law had surgery last week, has to go back for more surgery next week.  My husband’s grandfather’s dementia got worse this week.  My mother in law is struggling but she doesn’t say anything.  But you can tell when you talk to her.

Timing.  My husband is inches away from finishing his Master’s.  He’s only a few days of internship away from completing it.  Hopefully, the counseling job offer is still open when he finishes in a few weeks.  Supposedly, they’re holding it for him.  He needs it.  He needs to get away from his current job; the shift is starting to wear on him.  A 12 hour shift with a 1+ hour commute one way.  He has to go to bed by 9 pm and be up at 4:30 am.  Plus his department has no appreciation or consideration for their employees, the supervisors do basically whatever they want.  The new sergeant, after preaching about making changes, lets them go on doing like they’ve done for years.  The changes he’s made so far, have not been in consideration of the employees he’s overseeing; they’ve been done to make him look good.

Timing.  Summer is halfway over already.  Soon it will be fall again.  Soon Mini will turn 3.

Timing.  It’s been months since I applied with the new department.  I think if I don’t hear anything by the end of August, I’ll officially call it.  I can’t hang on forever.  Despite knowing that this kind of hiring process takes time, there should still be some consideration shown for those in the hiring process to not drag it out for more than 6 months.  We have lives.  We have goals and aspirations.  We have families to support, plans to make.  It also seems counter-intuitive that if you need to hire new employees, you wouldn’t make that a priority and get it done.  It’s a bit disrespectful to those who applied and those who are having to pick up the slack from a vacancy.  Trying to be patient though because it is summer and people may be on vacation with their families and such.  Still.  It’s tough.

Timing.  While taking this COMS class I got into a discussion with a co-worker of mine.  She’s a devout Christian (in contrast to my Agnostic-Deist-bordering-on-atheist self).  One of my textbooks this session is almost a generic retelling of the Bible, only retelling it as a conflict management strategy guide.  Taken by itself, no big deal.  Taken as a textbook, it’s superfluous.  The topics discussed are already covered in the THREE other textbooks.  My co-worker insists that this is God working on me.  I don’t see how redundant irritants are working on me, other than to work on my last nerve.  She insists.  I let it go, mostly because in 4 1/2 years I’ve learned to accept her ideas, even if I don’t believe in them myself.

Timing.  The plan of trying to pay off some of our debts soon.  Not a lot of progress there but given that we’re barely getting time for sleep these days.  Given that my husband is a compulsive stress-shopper.  Our budget takes some hits these days.  My own stress-shopping doesn’t help but I can at least control mine 90% of the time, plus my stress-shopping also tends to be necessities, like new clothes for Mini because she outgrows old clothes.  Shoes, because I’m slowly replacing the shoes I no longer fit into since my feet went up a half-size during pregnancy.  Some clothes because a lot of my clothes are also not fitting since pregnancy, and yes, I’m just getting around to replacing them.  A lot of household stuff though; food, laundry baskets, new sheets or curtains or towels.  Husband buys things like video games and toys.  We have collected all but one of the Skylander Imaginator Senseis at this point.  We also have many of the original Skylanders, some of the Swapforce, some of the Giants, and some of the Superchargers.  I’ve managed to keep him away from the Trap Force one with the lure of another new Skylanders coming soon.  We also have 1 copy of Destiny 2 pre-ordered.  Very likely we’ll have a second copy pre-ordered by the end of the month.

Timing.  With how busy we are, sometimes the only time we get to bond is at night after Mini is in bed and we hop on the XBox with some friends and play.  We were into Destiny a lot.  Husband is really into a lot of the CoD games.  I got into a few of those and sort of interested in Battlefield but not a lot.  But it’s our chance to unwind and talk with friends that we otherwise might not talk to.  We play Skylanders about once a week now.  I play ESO (or try to) once a week.

Timing.  My online roleplay group is not as active as it used to be.  Many of us have had other priorities come up.  One girl had another baby.  Another has health issues.  One has had job issues.  A few I think, personally, have moved on and just can’t say goodbye.  I set aside time at least once a week to be online and try to interact with other players.  I post one or two times a week, sometimes more if school is on break between sessions (when I don’t have overlap).

Really, life is all about the timing.


A Day in the Life


What is your favorite thing to drink?

I’m not supposed to say this, especially given how everyone and their cousin rides me about my health, but it’s Mountain Dew.  Specifically the Baja Blast which is from Taco Bell.  Like seriously.

When that stuff hit the general market we stocked up.  No lie.  One time Hubby picked up about 10 12-packs of the stuff in one trip.  Because it’s only out seasonally in the markets and otherwise we have to go to Taco Bell and if we go to Taco Bell we’re really likely going to get food.  But sometimes we go get food and then order an extra drink with no ice and save it.  Because it’s my favorite.  Hands-down.

The last 2 times I went to get it they goofed both times.  The first time they gave me Sierra Mist (OK I get the sound goof) but the second time it was mostly soda water.  Of course I was already a couple miles down the road and on a deadline so I couldn’t turn around.  I was pretty upset.


A Day in the Life


The movie that most reminds you of your childhood.

Easy, Labyrinth.

David Bowie in classic 80’s rock hair and tights and singing?  Hell yeah!

Plus Henson muppetry?  No contest!

I’ve loved this movie since I saw it as a kid.  No matter what I do or where I go, a copy of this movie has come with me.  I’ve tried introducing it to DD but she’s too goldfish to sit for any movie yet.  She does stop and watch some of the muppetry parts of it (because she’s my kid and loves all things Henson-related).

I know every word of every song and every line.  The other day I actually was setting an alarm for work and it said “This alarm will go off in 9 hours and 23 minutes” and I turned it into “In 9 hours and 23 minutes you’ll be mine” (which is a line in the movie said by Bowie).

Since the big anniversary fell in the same timeframe, unfortunately, as Bowie’s death, there has been a lot of Labyrinth merchandise available that normally isn’t.  So for Christmas this year, my mom got me all the Funko Pop figures  (except one of the Jareth’s) and a little Ludo plushie.  Plus we got the extended blu-ray with the little book.  I was a happy geek.


NaNoWriMo Day 3

So I lowered my expectations of myself.

I feel like somehow that should be considered shameful.  Somewhere someone I don’t care about is saying “Ugh, look at you, you total stranger to me.  You made a goal and you should stick to it, hold yourself accountable.”

To that stranger…eff off.

That being said, yes, I did set a goal, however now I realize that goal was probably highly unrealistic and unreasonable.  I’m a full-time 40+ hour a week jobber, with a 2-3 hour commute each day.  I come home to a 2 year old who wants my attention (and deserves every bit of it I can give her!!!) plus a husband who is almost as needy.  On top of all that I have a house to take care of, as well as pets including a dog who needs walking.  Throw on top of all that that I’m also taking classes towards my Masters.  Yeah, I think 500 words a day was a bit too lofty of a goal for myself this year.

You have to think of it this way.  A paragraph is roughly 30-50 words.  You figure 10-20 paragraphs is roughly a chapter , that’s anywhere from 300-1000 words!  I was basically asking for a chapter a day in writing.  Add in that on a computer in 11 pt font with 1.5 spacing and 1 inch margins, 300 words is roughly only 5 1/2 inches of screen space.  Going further with this extrapolation, the average novel is printed with roughly 5′ x 3′ actual reading space when you take header and footer into account.  300 words is actually roughly 2 pages in a novel.

To recap, yeah, that’s a lot of writing for someone who basically only has about 20 minutes of ‘free time’ in a normal day, usually at the end of the day after DD has gone to bed and before I have to go to bed.  So am I at my best?  No.  Most emphatically, no.

So I lowered my goal to 100 words a day, which means 700 a week.  Still a bit lofty but not so bad.  As of today, my document is at 327 words so I’m on point for my word count (making up the first two days where I didn’t get a chance to write at all).  Part of my non-writing on the first two days was the high word-count goal.  I sat there going “There’s no way I can make that word goal tonight.  It’s already X time and I have to be at work in 5-7 hours!”

I don’t feel bad about it.  I mean, like I told one of my friends who is also doing NaNoWriMo, the point is to write!  The point isn’t to write a finished product (although that might be your goal and is certainly an admirable one), the point is to write and to keep writing!  To not let yourself get discouraged or distracted!


Child-rearing 101

So, stuck awake with a migraine after only 4 hours of sleep, a thought occurred to me.

How do you convince a child they are not the center of the universe when they have, in fact, been the center of your universe (and let’s be honest, probably grandma and grandpa’s, especially if it’s the first grandkid) for some 2 years or so?

Let’s face it.  If you’ve been/are pregnant (or your female SO has been), you learn pretty fast to do whatever your body says.  You have cramps, you deal.  You get morning sickness (which is a horrible misnomer btw), you deal.  Your body goes all funhouse mirror on you.  You get cravings, food aversions, sensitivity to heat, you can’t take certain meds (I’m sorely missing my Topomax these days).  You’re tired.  You have nesting instincts (and sometimes no energy to go with them).  That baby runs things from day bleeping 1. 

And then after 9 months of dealing with baby kicking your body’s butt, you have another being who you pretty much bend over backwards to take care of.  You feed them when they’re hungry.  You change them when they’re soiled.  And you don’t sleep until they sleep.  You don’t go out if they aren’t feeling well.  You avoid anything that might be too loud/too bright/too anything!  I don’t know how long that actually goes on (being only on prego #1) but I’m guessing about a combined 2 years (9 months pregnancy + at least a year of infancy).

So you figure, this goes on for 2 years.  This kid calls pretty much all the shots.  Then comes the day you have to start teaching them that this is not the order of the universe.  Talk about a rude awakening! 

My thinking, not that any of it is logical at this point, is how do you teach them this lesson without accidentally hurting them?  I don’t mean their feelings because those will inevitably be hurt.  I mean, how do you not stunt their personal growth or self-image in some detrimental way?