Superbowl and the Sims: A Tragedy

Have you ever had something... a book, a game, a story to write, something... that made it virtually impossible to leave your house? Or, if you were younger, your bedroom?

I have. It happens often, actually. When I was living at home, it was usually a story that had to be written, or a book that needed to be finished.

Once we moved out and had our own place, it was chores that I needed to get done (or avoid somehow) added on top of that.

Then it became a game, then a book again, then a chat site (IMVU) and now, I can see it turning into Sims 3.


Andrew, bless his gooberish little heart, couldn't take the suspense any longer and gave me my Valentine early:

SIMS 3!!!!

I am tickled pink, I couldn't stop kissing him yesterday, and it took all my willpower to let him play it for right now, because I adore that game. I love the Sims in all shapes and forms, in all it's llama-obsessed glory!

I build empires on that game, dang it. EMPIRES. The last time I had a Sim game, I had close to 6 generations of Adamis and my own family graveyard.

So... if you don't see or hear from me for a few days, you know where I am.

Also... Superbowl party today. Yay. I AM NOT PLEASED NOR EXCITED BECAUSE THE COWBOYS ARE NOT PLAYING!!!

If they were... totally different story.

But they're NOT. Gr.

And yet... I will be going to watch whoever it is that beat whoever and the Cowboys to get to the Superbowl... and that means I will spend another 4 or 5 hours not playing my Sims.

Today is sadness embodied.

Friday Recap, vlog style!

If you are not interested in a nearly 5 minute video of me talking about nothing, skip it, lol. I'll do a text recap of the video of the Friday Recap at the bottom of this post for your sanity.





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So, in the video I talked about Easter decorations that would give a child nightmares, and to be honest with you, -I- had a night mare again last night, although it didn't include those nasty rabbits. Those things are awful, though.

I talked about Amy's wedding, which I am SO excited for! It's a) a reason to go home b) a reason to go shopping c) a reason to see Amy and d) a reason to go to the Renaissance Festival! There is NO reason not to be excited! Plus, Masen will be here by then, so I'll get to have some snuggly wuggly time with my nephew who, by then, will not look like an alien!

I mentioned the Super Bowl XXVVISTOPPEDCOUNTING and I guess it was the Longhorns that did all that proposing stuff, but I'll go with the Colts for Morgan's sake, lol.

And Kahlan attacked my 15 of fame, so I gave her a few seconds.

Tell the Truth Thursday

 

So I'm starting something new this week in an effort to pull myself out of whatever little world I usually sit in and onto this blog a little more. Let's see if I can actually keep it up. I do great with Wordless Wednesdays, so we'll see.

Today is Tell the Truth Thursday!

It was started by The Redhead Riter but I got it from the charming, vloggy Alexes at One Cluttered Brain. There's a little linky-doodle thingy on The Redhead Riter's page to link up your Tell the Truth Thursday, so jump on board the bandwagon, why don'tcha?

The question today:

If you could have free, unlimited service for five years from an extremely good cook, chauffeur, housekeeper, masseuse, or personal secretary, which would you choose?

Ouch. Tough question that... so I'll do a little elimination.

A chauffeur for 5 years would be an amazing thing, simply because in 5 years time, we would have enough money saved up to buy a second car. Heck, maybe even enough to get me a car AND replace poor old Zeddy-poo. However, our system is fine for the moment, although today is gonna be a squeeze, and that second car should be showing up soon anyway because of Andrew's upcoming deployment.

An extremely good cook.... they would have to be an extremely good HEALTHY cook, otherwise 5 years on amazing fettucine alfredo and I'll look like a balloon. But I enjoy cooking, and I enjoy trying to perfect my fettucine, so this is a definite no. Plus, 5 years from now, I'll have forgotten how to cook!

Personal secretary? Nah, we don't have enough paperwork for that. We've only just started considering a credit card, our very first one, and all of my bills are right here on my lovely lappy. Definite no.

Housekeepers are another matter entirely and I'll tell you no right off the bat. No one will clean my house the way I do, not even my husband, because no one has the same emotional attachment to the space as the woman who spends her time there, who decorates it lovingly, who puts certain things in certain places to make up for vertically challenged self. Someone please read that last half to my husband again, because my flour recently went missing in the back of my cupboard and I had to climb on the counter to get it in the middle of cooking. I will clean my own house, thank you very much. Definite no.

Masseuse. Ohhhh, a masseuse... Now, here I see definite possibilities, especially since my Goober is about to be called Gimpy, he's got so many aches and pains. Long hours logged onto the computer? Get a neck and shoulder massage. A tiring day at work? Reflexology, here I come... No more aching, complaining husband? Marry me, I'm yours!!

So... the practical side of me says chauffeur. Real money saver, that one, if he's got the car and the gas. But if I'm paying for the car and the gas.... No.

Let's go with the masseuse.

Besides, I know three certified massage therapists without jobs right now =D One of which would NOT be touching my husband come hell or high water, but you get the idea.

Say it with me now, "I need a back massssaaaaaggggee...." *flops*

Wordless Wednesday

Yes, he is sleeping.

 

No, I was not fully coherent when I married him.

Happy Anniversary, guys! And someone shoot that danged groundhog....

Today is Groundhogs' Day.

And the little ************* decided he wanted to see his *********** shadow.

Insert whatever cuss words you'd like in there, because I am livid.

WINTER NEEDS TO TAKE A HIKE.

I want my tan back. I feel like a ghost.

In other news, today Matt and Megan have been married for two years! Yay!! Here, have a few pics :) 

 

  

Left to right: Phil, Steve, Matt, Ben, Andrew

 

 

 

Laundry + 7 inches of snow

Today is Sunday.

Sunday is laundry day in the Adami household, because I'm too lazy to do it on Saturdays and because a certain stinky soldier has to have clean PTs for Monday morning...

Have you ever tried walking through 7 inches of snow in a broomstick skirt with a laundry basket on your hip?

It is NOT easy.

But life goes on...

 

  

Thank God for good boots!

Manic.... Thursday?

Anyone remember that old song by the Bangles? Yes, I realize it's not my generation, but have you met my parents?

Please don't hate me, Mom. I happen to think of that as a very good picture of you. Ya look sassy =D

In any case, it's been playing at work. I have the tendency to sing along when a song I know comes on. I've been getting weird looks lately. Apparently, a girl that looks 17 singing along to "Manic Monday" and the one that goes, "Sittin' on the dock of the bay, watchin' the clouds roll away..." without missing a beat is kinda odd.

Me? Odd? Why, I never. *insert snooty sniffle here*

It's a Manic Thursday, though: Helen style.

"Six o' clock already, I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Craig Horner by a crystal blue Australian stream
But I can't be late cause then I guess I just won't get paid
These are the days
When you wish your bed was already made"

Oh baby, oh baby.

It's the necklace, and the man curves, and the fact that in this particular photo, he's playing Richard Rahl, who carries a sword and wears leather britches.

Necklace. Man curves. Sword. Leatherrrrr...

I know what Andrew's gonna be for Halloween.


"It's just another manic Thursday, I wish it was Sunday
Cause that's my fun day, *I don't have to run day
It's just another manic Thursday!"

Too much Starbucks.

Too, too much...


((Link for hot guy here, at least the one I found. Thanks, Mr. Ziebert =D ))