10.19.2011

 Let me begin this week, by saying Thank You to everyone who commented last week.

After careful consideration I have decided to continue with the wireless controller. The consensus seems to be that the wire(s) will ultimately be more irritating than helpful, and I agree. Plus, this means, uhh, *shifts eyes back and forth*  that I may be able to talk my husband into letting me buy that snazzy MW3 controller…  [View Image]

It’s been a light gaming week; I’ve hardly been on the Xbox at all in the last 7 days. I hate when that happens, when I’m so busy with boring “life stuff”, that I can’t steal just 2 hours at night to sit down and have some “me time”.  I also get really squirrely if it continues for too long. And then my brain gets all mushy, and I start making bad financial decisions, because, frankly, I just don’t care anymore. It creates a terrible, terrible circle that just comes back around on itself; While I’m busy trying to “put out fires” all over the place, I, ironically, still don’t get any time to relax, which then makes me more squirrely.

Now, I realize that this is a community for the “young at heart”, but, from time to time, I seem to embrace that idea a little too tightly, if you know what I mean. So, after MUCH trial and error, I’ve learned that I am who I am, and that sometimes in life,  adult me has to do stupid, boring adult things, week after week, in order to earn the opportunity to play like a child.

It’s funny though; When I was younger – much younger – I loved being all responsible and adult-like. I was all “look at me – I’m so young and responsible – nah-nah. Look how carefully I pay my bills – I’m gonna make something of myself one day!”   And then, as many of you will probably concur, life takes its swings at you, a couple uppercuts, a few sucker punches, a half-nelson or two, and, once, it actually slit my throat and left me for dead, and now, I just don’t care as much as I used to.

I think I’m regressing emotionally, which is fine with me, because when I’m really old, and my husband has passed, and I’m in a home, I’m going to live in a world that’s all happy, all the time. I’ll take my “happy pills” every day, and eat my “happy  meals”, and when I sleep, I’ll go to “my happy place.”…… Oh, and I’ll pee on “the happy bowl.”

I’m pre-preparing for losing my mind.

This week’s shout-outs go to those who helped me decide on a new controller – Thank You again.