11.03.2011

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Hello and Goodbye…..

In a little over 4 days now, I’ll be saying “Hello” to my new friend MW3, and while my excitement is barely containable, I can’t help but feel a sense of sadness as I say “Goodbye” to my old friend Black Ops. It was Black Ops that allowed me to meet and play with my beloved clan. I’ve grown affectionate towards some of the multiplayer maps. It filled in a hole after MW2 became over-run with hackers and cheaters.

I guess whatever time I might get today and tomorrow will be it for me, which, given my terrible k/d, brings up an interesting “what if” scenario. If you think about it; as much as - what? - 80% of the hardcore, constantly-kicking-my-butt gamers will, at least temporarily, be migrating over to MW3, right? Which would leave me with servers that don’t lag, and the 20% of gamers who are less adept at the game – making it a much fairer fight. The flip side of that, of course, is that the people that are already better than me would now be learning maps and leveling up without me, (in MW3), thereby creating the very same problem as before.

It’s not like it won’t be that way anyways. But at least I get the opportunity to find my groove while everyone else is finding theirs. (Plus, there’s the learning of new game modes, etc.)

I’m really intrigued by the new “Kill Confirm” mode. I can see a scenario of snipers, or even entire teams, camping by the floating dog tags. I expect it will draw both teams to a centralized point, the same as the Care Packages do now.

Moving on, “Hello & Goodbye” to last week. Man, what a stinker!

Last week when I posted, I was having a particularly stinky kind of day, and then fig talk, and then I felt better……. And then a few hours later, something else happened, and I was upset again.  But, the same way something silly like fig talk can change my mood, I am a “Fresh-Start-Each-Day” kind of girl. (I know, I’m sure most of you remain unsurprised.) However…….

It just got worse, and worse. And, to make it completely unfair, it got worse and worse in a way in which, technically, I have no right to complain about. Which just makes me madder you know. And now I know you’re wondering so……

(I’ll attempt “The Short Version”.)

My birthday was on Saturday. Halloween was on Monday. It’s always been this way – Birthday on top of Halloween. I love Halloween, and, well, I love the birth of me, so usually I enjoy a fun 3 or 4 day celebration, combining the two together. This unique combination of days happens exactly once a year. I have just this one shot to make it mine, these couple of days when I can demand the world revolve around me.

This includes, but is not limited to, extra napping, a special meal out, zero cleaning/chores, no cooking, extra “nookies”, free reign over the television/Xbox, and, of course, being showered with gifts/well wishes.

Surely, you can see where this is going…….

Late Thursday night I find out we’re going to have an overnight guest – wait for it – yes, Saturday.

Not only was there cleaning, there was extra cleaning. No meal out, I had to cook for husband and guest – twice. No napping, as it was necessary to entertain guest. And, because of guest – and thin apartment walls – no extra nookies, nay, no nookies at all. I’ll remind you that this was on top of the stinker week I already had going. This spilled over into Monday, and tried to on Tuesday, but that’s when I put a stop to it. Like if you ignore Freddy Krueger, he has no power, like that.

Now here’s the part where I really don’t have the right to complain; The guest, was my brother-in-law, whose door is always open to us, if we need it. And the reason that he stopped through here, is because he hasn’t seen his brother in over a year. And the cleaning is my fault, from when I was sick a few weeks ago, and fell behind. I never got myself caught up (but could have).

Makes you go “wow” a little doesn’t it?

Anyways, it was Tuesday that I realized this, and was able to prevent further “contamination” of my week.

To be fair, though, the kicker that completely clouded my vision, was the fact that nobody, except for my husband, acknowledged my birthday. Not even said guest. We got a call from our son, who neither spoke to me, nor mentioned it to Ed. I got no phone calls or cards from other family and friends. Nothing. Just my very bad week, chugging along. It’s just not right…..

The wounded part of me wants to respond in kind, allowing each of them to see how it feels when someone close to you fails to acknowledge the joyous day that begat you. But I’m sure that won’t be the case. (Although there’s no telling what my subconscious might do!)

Wow, really long post. I guess I should wrap it up.

This week’s shout-outs go to my fellow fig lovers,  Alabama_Old_Fart, and Fetal.

And a special “Thanks for the Memories” shout-out goes to my friend Black Ops. “Ever Upward.”

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