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Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Munchkin Land

We went to play games with some other couples at a friend’s house today.  Both The Guru and I love games.  He’s more into arcade and video games than I, but we both enjoy games, whether card games, board games, or video games.  I even used to skip class in college to stay and play Spades with other Honor’s students.  *shhh*

At the beginning of the day everything was running pretty smoothly.  We played a couple new games including Pirate Fluxx, Saboteur, and Werewolf.  We also recently acquired Munchkin, some expansions, and some variants (Superhero, Space, etc.) for a pittance and wanted to try it out since we haven’t played that before.  One guy had played a lot of these games and helped explain the rules to us newbies.

We laughed.  We ate junk food.  We joked.  Then I started to notice rules guy was turning into a complete tool.  We’re pretty casual players and we engage in a lot of side talk, taunts, and general ribbing while gaming.  No way was this guy into that.

When it finally came time for some of us to learn to play Munchkin, including the person hosting this event at their home, things went down hill fast.  First, Mr. Grumpy Pants didn’t seem to want to play at all.  Second, Mr. Grumpy Pants seemed particularly grumpy that I was attempting to twist the rules to my advantage (which I was told was the way you play the game).  Or at least, Mr. Grumps was fine with rule twisting in HIS favor.  It all came to a head when I started to play a card then changed my mind and Hubs and our host both played something instead.

This guy had to try to tell my husband off for my misplay that he apparently was “taking advantage of”.  BTW, this was close to when Jerk-Face was going to win.  Umm, chill out dude, we’re still learning how to play.  When Hubs basically told him to back off (and so did the host) he then had to try and school Hubs as to how he wasn’t paying attention when the rules were being explained.  I’m proud to say that Hubs didn’t back down, and I controlled my – what normally would have been – extremely vicious reaction and took the higher road.

The game broke up after that and Mr. Sore Sport and posse left.  We stayed and talked to the host.  I demanded he not invite the jerk back to game night again to which he agreed.  I can see that Munchkin would be a fun game with a friendly group, but today as a poor introduction to Munchkin Land.

munchkin board game

 

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Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Juju Lucky Cat

I stopped by the Farmer’s Market yesterday morning and could not resist picking up a voo-doo card called JuJu Lucky Cat.  I am dedicating it to the feral cat that lives out back, White Socks, in that I would like her to be lucky somewhere else rather than in my yard.  *sigh*

I think because I have been suckered into feeding via Hubby that she will never leave, but I guess it will be alright.  I just need to get up the energy to catch her and have her fixed.  There’s no need to create new feral cats.  I guess that’s what JuJu Lucky Cat Card is all about.  Maybe I’ll be lucky enough that catching her will be easy, and I can take care of this problem.

I also was devastated that they didn’t have an anti-housework voo-doo, or more specifically, anti-laundry.  Or maybe what is needed is a Lucky Laundry Card?  You can either give it the evil eye to keep it away from you or get lucky and have someone else do it for you.  The stall owners were really pleased with my suggestion and seemed keen on making some.  I’m excited to see what it will look like next time I’m back at the market.  I’ll report back how it works once I have one.

In other news, I have signed up to run a 5K with my friend.  It’s a color run and we will be hit with tons of color as we go through the run.  Now, I only have to get some training under my belt so that I can handle the 5K.  I was doing pretty good at that, but slid backwards a bit when I got sick last weekend.  Then this weekend the Hubs got sick.  Why are guys such wimps when they’re sick?  I know you don’t feel good, but you’re not dying, darling.  🙂

Also, in a strange, but happy coincidence we went off to a restaurant this morning and while we were on the phone with the in-laws waiting for our table, we saw my father-in-law walk into the restaurant.  So weird.  But cool.  BTW, if you get a suspicious email that tells you that your bank account will be drawn for X number of dollars just ignore it, okay?  Since they didn’t, Hubs is going over there to clean up their computer, which we’re guessing has now been infested with a virus.  Also, it’s not a good idea to call or email the people back.  Then they know you’re alive AND have a bank account and will pester you more.

That’s all for now!

Card that says Juju Lucky Cat

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Stream of Consciousness Sunday: What Really Matters

So, this is my Sunday Tuesday stream of consciousness post.  You’ll forgive me when you read what happened and know that I also spent most of Monday with Mom.  Sometimes when you are at your wits’ end the universe shows you what really matters –

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Sunday, I was in a foul mood.  It started when my Mom called to get help with her computer problems.  She was talking to my husband and I kind of lost it.  I realized how much both of them frustrate me at times.  One tech head.  One helpless adult.  I started creating some chaos, which wasn’t cool as my husband was on the phone.  But, hey, whatever, I was irked.  I finally left the room and went into the bedroom where I started crying.  Not just any crying – huddled up on the floor hiding between the bed and the wall in the fetal position crying.  I wasn’t even sure why I was crying just that something was going on in my head and my world.  Maybe it’s because my Mom – who never really seemed to care – likes my husband better than she likes me sometimes.  Or maybe it’s because I can’t get him to say a word to me half the time, but he can talk with no problem to my Mom.

I had to go to a meeting for another short film I’m hoping to work on, so I decided to leave after I stopped crying.  I wanted to get out of the situation and not cause any more trouble or have the situation devolve.  I had the meeting for the movie then came back home feeling better, and I was glad that I had decided to ignore whatever crap was brewing in my head.

Later that night, we went to a concert with some friends.  On the way home, I got a call from my Sister that Mom was in the hospital.  She had felt like she couldn’t breath and had pain going up into her jaw on the left side – all signs that she may be having a heart attack.  I got through to her room – her cell phone had died – even though the nurse was a bit resistant to put through the call and found out she was admitted overnight.  The tests did rule out a heart attack, but something was going on.  We had talked to her again right before the concert about another tech issue.  My Sister told me it happened a little after that and Mom had instructed my Sister not to call me until after the concert.  Only my Mom would have an almost heart attack and not want to bother me in a concert.

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Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Opa!

I went for a run today.  The first Day of Couch to 5k.  It really didn’t seem so bad.  I used the app on my work phone and it does a good job of easing you into things.  I got back and was hot and sweaty, but not nearly as winded as I imagined I would be.  Now, I just need to keep it up for the next few weeks and I’ll be well on my way to being a pseudo-runner.  Haha…we’ll see how that goes…

We took the in-laws out to see the Avengers at one of those dine and watch theaters today.  They are SUPER spoiled, but it’s our fault for introducing them to the dining theaters in the first place.  This kind of theater is the only one they want to go to now.

Last night we went out with some friends to a Greek restaurant for “theme night” and then invited everyone to the house.  We like to pick a theme and go eat and watch a movie or play a game or something that ties in with the theme.  I tried my best to dance with the belly dancer, but it was so awkward.  I had to laugh (and I’m sure lots of other people were too) because while I’m not a bad dancer, and in fact have been a good dancer in a previous life, I am NOT a belly dancer.  These hips do not move like that!

Sadly, two of the friends we went out with will be leaving soon to move to a new state.  My husband’s friend is in the military and getting reassigned.  I guess this was kind of like a farewell party for them as I’m not sure we’ll have too many more chances to go out with them before the move.

Tomorrow, I look forward to shooting another scene for the short film I’m acting in.  The cast and crew so far have been SO super.  Fun.  Professional.  Amazing.

That’s all for today, folks!

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Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Down With The Sickness

Wow.  So very, very many things to catch up on.

This week was just crazy.  I got sick with food poisoning or a stomach virus or something that laid me low for a few days.  I DO NOT RECOMMEND THIS TO YOU EVER, EVER!!!  SO, SO awfully miserable and sore after throwing up one night ALL night.  Now, I’ve spread the illness (okay…probably a virus) to the other half and he’s been sick all weekend.

I got to go to my first Rays game on Friday night.  The home opener against the Yankees and THEY WON!  Very exciting stuff after a nail biter in the 9th inning.

Saturday night a friend and I went to see South Pacific.  We had dinner (my first food in 3 days after the stomach bug) and the show was great.  Yea!  For a girl’s night on the town.

Since today was Easter I went to celebrate with the family.  I barely remember cooking the ham; I was in a daze the whole time.  I had dinner over at my husband’s aunt and uncle’s house (he didn’t go due to still being so sick).  It was nice but I kind of wanted to just get out of there and go hide in a quiet, serene place for awhile.

Lately, I’ve been more anti-social than ever.  Maybe I just had too many nights out this week and need some quality time to chill at home?  I hope I’m not becoming a hermit in my middle age.

Oh, and I went to a table read for a short film I’m going to be working on.  SO. MUCH. FUN.  I’m excited to get back into the swing of things with a project that’s been in the works for a few months.  Due to SO many other things going on I haven’t taken the time to do stuff that I enjoy as much as I should be.

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Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Party On Dude

Sunday wrap up.  Holy cow.  It’s been an interesting weekend.

I wanted to have a party last night so I invited a few friends over.  Yesterday, hubby and I are driving around doing errands and such – grocery store, goodwill, party city – when disaster struck.  In one of the stores, I dropped a bag that he thrust at me really quickly.  I didn’t get a good grip and it went crashing to the floor and the new hurricane I bought for my party broke.  Not sure why this was the straw that broke me, but I stood there in the line and just cried.  He was over buying something else and the checkout ladies had to help me calm down.   It was such a little thing that just really turned into a big thing.

Then we do a great job of getting the house ready and we wait for people to show.  When people are supposed to be arriving I have a panic attack and another crying fit saying stuff like – I have no friends and nobody wants to come to my party so why do I bother?

*sigh*  This stuff is not true.  I have friends.  I don’t have as many as I used to maybe, but when you get married it’s different.

Anyway, so finally people start showing and it ends up that we have about ten people at the house, which I think was just enough.  We spent most of the evening sitting around the firepit and talking.  I even invited our harmonica playing neighbor over for a bit.  I was really surprised when he took me up on the offer I had yelled to him from my backyard.  His response – Let me put some clothes on.

Unfortunately, The Guru ended up drinking way too much and was still being violently ill today at noon.  Poor guy!

Overall though, I had a great party and I’m really hoping I can leave these weird depressed and crying episodes behind some day.

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Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Too Tired

I’m feeling a bit tired and overwhelmed right now.  Almost went off to bed without writing a post because I just took an allergy pill and they make me so tired I can’t think straight. Especially, the good ones with the D that you have to actually get from behind the prescription counter. That’s right, the ones that make you feel like a criminal when you buy them.

And, heaven forbid you should try to buy more than one box of them.

Why do I need allergy pills you may ask?  Why, thank you for asking.  Today, was put the Christmas tree away and get the boxes up into the attic day.  For some reason, it was also hubby decides to clean out the shed day.  He did 95% of the work, but I did assist in getting all the junk to the curb after he had gone through and pared things down.  I’m so proud!

However, due to all the moving around of things and bringing dusty things like the Christmas bins into the house I am completely unable to breathe without pills.

Also, I’m happy to announce that my blog has its first stalker.  Someone I know in real life that is pure trouble.  Mr. B. you know I’m talking about you.  I’m on the fence about whether to be flattered or scared.  I’m leaning toward flattered, so, thanks Mr. B!  Keep reading and sharing.

Last, but not least, trying to slog my way through my certifications for tax prep season.  Not really feeling it right now and yet I’ve forced myself and managed to finish 80% of it so far.

Also, just got an email from a guy I’m hoping to work with on a fun acting project.  There’s a chance I will be working with a well-known local B-actor.  Pretty groovy stuff.  I’m hoping it all pans out.

That’s all she wrote.

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes only.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
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