Because my three daughters all live out of state, I alternate between feeling lonely and feeling guilty.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
2011 Book List
- Martin and Osa ~ Kelly Enright
- Opportunities: Jamie Leith in Dairien ~ Ian Hall
- The Bean Trees ~ Barbara Kingsolver
- Shanghai Girls ~ Lisa See
- The Poisonwood Bible ~ Barbara Kingsolver
- Water For Elephants ~ Sara Gruen
- Shoot the Moon ~ Billie Letts
- Daisy Fay and the Miracle Man ~ Fannie Flagg
- The 8th Confession ~ James Patterson & Maxine Paetro
- The Kitchen God's Wife ~ Amy Tan
- The World Below ~ Sue Miller
- 10th Anniversary ~ James Patterson w/ Maxine Paetro
- The Miracle of Mercy Land ~ River Jordan
- Intrepreter of Maladies ~ Jhumpa Lahiri
- Shepherd's Abiding ~ Jan Karon
- Vampire Academy ~ Richelle Mead
- The Christmas Cookie Club ~ Ann Pearlman
- Private ~ James Patterson & Maxine Paetro
- When You Are Engulfed in Flames ~ David Sedaris
- Black & White ~ Dani Shapiro
- Pawley's Island ~ Dorthea Benton Frank
- Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe ~ Fannie Flagg
- The Book of Lost Things ~ John Connolly
- Don't Blink ~ James Patterson & Howard Roughan
- Light From Heaven ~ Jan Karon
- Consider the Lobster (and other essays) ~ David Foster Wallace
- Once in a Promised Land ~ Laila Halaby (book club)
- Snow Flower and the Secret Fan ~ Lisa See
- Stuart a life backwards ~ Alexander Masters
- In This Mountain ~ Jan Karon
- Worst Case ~ James Patterson & Michael Ledwidge
- The Art of Racing in the Rain ~ Garth Stein
- Unaccustomed Earth ~ Jhumpa Lahiri
- Lost and Found ~ Carolyn Parkhurst
- A Common Life ~ Jan Karon
- The Reader ~ Bernhard Schlink
- Blindness ~ José Saramago
- A New Song ~ Jan Karon
- We Need to Talk About Kevin~ Lionel Shriver (book club)
- Out to Canaan ~ Jan Karon
- The Girl Who Played With Fire ~ Stieg Larsson
- A Thousand Splendid Suns ~~ Khaled Hosseini (read it again for book club)
- These High Green Hills ~~ Jan Karon
- Life if Pi ~~ Yann Martel
- Moloka'i ~~ Alan Brennert
- The Story of My Life An Afghan girl on the other side of the sky ~~ Farah Ahmedi w/ Tamim Ansary
- A Light in the Window ~~ Jan Karon
- I Alex Cross ~~James Patterson
- Alex Cross's Trial ~~ James Patterson & Richard Dilallo
- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy ~~Douglas Adams
- The Four Agreements ~ Don Miguel ( sadly I did not finish this book. It was too weird for my taste)
- Chocolat ~ Joanne Harris
- At Home in Mitford ~~ Jan Karon
- A Wrinkle in Time ~~ Madeleine L'Engle
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
cat's got my tongue
One would think that a woman of a "certain age" ( or more ) such as myself, would have one thing or another to write about here.
Not the case.
I guess I'm speechless
Not the case.
I guess I'm speechless
Sunday, July 3, 2011
ch-ch-ch changes
I need to make more changes.
Seems as though I have done more modifying of self in my middle years than at any other time in my life.
I am so not into feeling betrayed by those I am attempting to help any longer.
My union steward days are numbered. I was such a damn Polly Anna. It's nuts.
Why on earth I thought I could make a difference in a segment of the world that is over-run with political maneuvering and back-stabbing, is beyond me.
What the hell was I thinking?
So now, I begin to move on. I probably will lose some "friend ships", which makes me feel sad. But I will probably gain peacefulness and lose a major batch of life wrecking anxiety.
Like I've said for many moons, " I am a great supporter. I am not a great leader"
nor do I want to be.
"I yam what I yam" as the great philosopher Popeye once said.
Seems as though I have done more modifying of self in my middle years than at any other time in my life.
I am so not into feeling betrayed by those I am attempting to help any longer.
My union steward days are numbered. I was such a damn Polly Anna. It's nuts.
Why on earth I thought I could make a difference in a segment of the world that is over-run with political maneuvering and back-stabbing, is beyond me.
What the hell was I thinking?
So now, I begin to move on. I probably will lose some "friend ships", which makes me feel sad. But I will probably gain peacefulness and lose a major batch of life wrecking anxiety.
Like I've said for many moons, " I am a great supporter. I am not a great leader"
nor do I want to be.
"I yam what I yam" as the great philosopher Popeye once said.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
it's puzzling
I read a lot. Books, magazines, Internet ....
and I believe that I see a disturbing trend.
People are becoming more and more judgmental.
In this enlightened / post hippy / everybody thinks they're so damn intellectual age -people are becoming more judgmental.
of other people not less.
I find this disconcerting to say the least.
And some of these people , if you accused them of being judgmental , they would
vehemently deny it. but they are.
The hottest topics that I see this activity in are :
Religion
Politics
The trend is that if, say, I don't agree with your pursuit of spirituality or your
political ideology, it isn't just a matter of " hey Dude, we really have different approaches here " ( smiley face , warm fuzzy feeling still intact )
Nope Daddy-o it becomes an "I'm right and you're wrong" match that occasionally will include name calling and almost always includes escalated voices.
I've seen some pretty sad results of said matches too.
This would be the place where I would normally interject that this is all part of the plan. The dream or the matrix if you will, that our friends in control and their henchmen (read folks at CNN and Fox News etc.) are attempting to weave to distract us from what may truly be important and what we truly may have control over.
But I'm not going to. Even though I think it's true.
Part of the reason I think this is such odd behavior is because I would think that any of these people would get the concept that you catch more flys with honey than vinegar. You know? It doesn't make sense to alienate someone whom you are supposedly wanting to move to your side. Do they think they're going to just "hate" the other guy into agreeing?
Or, even more annoying, this full of themselves 'I'm so intellectual ' types that adopt the patronizing attitude of , like , well what do you expect, he/she really isn't all that bright.
Peee- yuke!
BUT
If I say anything about this stuff in real life, then I become the object of all the nauseating attitudes out there. Swish, all eyes turn towards me along with all the associated poison and ridicule.
*sigh*
so I mostly don't say anything.
I decided to tap this out here because I feel safe and hardly anyone besides me reads it anyway!
There, I feel better now.
and I believe that I see a disturbing trend.
People are becoming more and more judgmental.
In this enlightened / post hippy / everybody thinks they're so damn intellectual age -people are becoming more judgmental.
of other people not less.
I find this disconcerting to say the least.
And some of these people , if you accused them of being judgmental , they would
vehemently deny it. but they are.
The hottest topics that I see this activity in are :
Religion
Politics
The trend is that if, say, I don't agree with your pursuit of spirituality or your
political ideology, it isn't just a matter of " hey Dude, we really have different approaches here " ( smiley face , warm fuzzy feeling still intact )
Nope Daddy-o it becomes an "I'm right and you're wrong" match that occasionally will include name calling and almost always includes escalated voices.
I've seen some pretty sad results of said matches too.
This would be the place where I would normally interject that this is all part of the plan. The dream or the matrix if you will, that our friends in control and their henchmen (read folks at CNN and Fox News etc.) are attempting to weave to distract us from what may truly be important and what we truly may have control over.
But I'm not going to. Even though I think it's true.
Part of the reason I think this is such odd behavior is because I would think that any of these people would get the concept that you catch more flys with honey than vinegar. You know? It doesn't make sense to alienate someone whom you are supposedly wanting to move to your side. Do they think they're going to just "hate" the other guy into agreeing?
Or, even more annoying, this full of themselves 'I'm so intellectual ' types that adopt the patronizing attitude of , like , well what do you expect, he/she really isn't all that bright.
Peee- yuke!
BUT
If I say anything about this stuff in real life, then I become the object of all the nauseating attitudes out there. Swish, all eyes turn towards me along with all the associated poison and ridicule.
*sigh*
so I mostly don't say anything.
I decided to tap this out here because I feel safe and hardly anyone besides me reads it anyway!
There, I feel better now.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
The Custom House ~~ Nathaniel Hawthorne
Human nature will not flourish, any more than a potato, if it be planted
and replanted , for too long a series of generations, in the same worn out
soil. My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far as their
fortunes may be within my control, shall strike their roots into
unaccustomed earth.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
I needed to write this down, that I never forget it
and replanted , for too long a series of generations, in the same worn out
soil. My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far as their
fortunes may be within my control, shall strike their roots into
unaccustomed earth.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
I needed to write this down, that I never forget it
Friday, May 6, 2011
Osama bin Laden is Dead
so he's gone. Will much change? I doubt it.
My constitution is still dead too. That's what bin Laden stole from me. Well, that and a Jimmy Buffett concert. I miss the constitution most.
(the Buffett concert is my personal loss from 9/11. Fairly minor it turns out, in the grand scheme of things. At the time I was pizzzzzzed!)
And truthfully, if we'd had a real president during the attacks of 9/11, my Constitution might still be in better shape. So really, Bush is as much to blame as bin Laden, if not more.
Still... I am glad he's gone. I hope it helps to bring closure to the many , many people the world over that have suffered so much loss because of his actions. It won't bring their people back, but perhaps they will feel a sense that justice has been served in some way.
So now, can we please bring our troops home. Can we please just cut Israel a giant check and tell them to budget it well. That this is the last one? I'm tired of my country sticking it's nose in places it not only doesn't belong, but is decidedly not wanted.
Fracken oil. That's has to be the real issue. Money changes everything as Cyndi Lauper once sang.
Well ... I hope something else will be on the news soon.
Obama will probably lose the election because he won't release the photos. I saw somewhere that Palin was criticizing Obama for the way things were done to take OBL down. She probably wanted to take her moose gun, or what ever it is, over there and fill him full of holes herself. I'm so sick of that brainless wench.
Well, so it seems that really I'm just purging my personal irritations here. I try to not discuss this kind of thing with hardly anyone except Richard. Too inflammatory, and I can't take it when people get all wound up over crap they have no control over.
so...if somehow someone ends up reading this, consider it my place to dump my personal feelings.
Let's start trying to make this country a place that's fun to live in again. Like when Ford invented the Mustang. And Leave it to Beaver was our reality TV.
I'm really tired ...
My constitution is still dead too. That's what bin Laden stole from me. Well, that and a Jimmy Buffett concert. I miss the constitution most.
(the Buffett concert is my personal loss from 9/11. Fairly minor it turns out, in the grand scheme of things. At the time I was pizzzzzzed!)
And truthfully, if we'd had a real president during the attacks of 9/11, my Constitution might still be in better shape. So really, Bush is as much to blame as bin Laden, if not more.
Still... I am glad he's gone. I hope it helps to bring closure to the many , many people the world over that have suffered so much loss because of his actions. It won't bring their people back, but perhaps they will feel a sense that justice has been served in some way.
So now, can we please bring our troops home. Can we please just cut Israel a giant check and tell them to budget it well. That this is the last one? I'm tired of my country sticking it's nose in places it not only doesn't belong, but is decidedly not wanted.
Fracken oil. That's has to be the real issue. Money changes everything as Cyndi Lauper once sang.
Well ... I hope something else will be on the news soon.
Obama will probably lose the election because he won't release the photos. I saw somewhere that Palin was criticizing Obama for the way things were done to take OBL down. She probably wanted to take her moose gun, or what ever it is, over there and fill him full of holes herself. I'm so sick of that brainless wench.
Well, so it seems that really I'm just purging my personal irritations here. I try to not discuss this kind of thing with hardly anyone except Richard. Too inflammatory, and I can't take it when people get all wound up over crap they have no control over.
so...if somehow someone ends up reading this, consider it my place to dump my personal feelings.
Let's start trying to make this country a place that's fun to live in again. Like when Ford invented the Mustang. And Leave it to Beaver was our reality TV.
I'm really tired ...
Saturday, April 2, 2011
more blogging for the insanely lazy
- Recommendation :: employment
- Toilet paper :: soft
- Scissors :: rock/paper
- Blaze :: chimnea
- Frame :: photography
- Process :: slow
- Flight :: arrival
- Irish :: whiskey
- Glasses ::I got some new ones!
- Campaign :: smear
Friday, March 18, 2011
Oh what a Grand Tale!and Grand Tale must be capitalized.
This book has been likened to stories such as "The Old Man and the Sea"
"Robinson Crusoe" and others, but for me it was much like reading Grimms Fairy Tales.
It was a wonderful, captivating, awful, sad, delightful, compelling, horrific ..story.
I was like a fish on a hook. I thought I could try just a taste, but nibble after nibble and then suddenly SLAM! the hook was set, I was caught unawares and I couldn't stop. Oh and I did want to more than once. Stop that is. Sometimes it became just too much, but those non-stopping times were the times I put away more pages than ever.
I won't bore myself and anyone that may read this with a "book report", but I will say that although one reviewer said that this book would make you find God. I do not agree with that assessment. What it will do is restore your belief in the power of story telling. Because that's exactly what it is. Powerful , awesome story telling.
I loved this book!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus~~~~Mark Twain
Originally uploaded by ~Mary~~
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
recluse
I am reclusive.
I have figured this out, although everyone else probably already knew it, over the past eight weeks that I have been almost exclusively in my house.
I don't usually seek out human company. I don't like to be in large groups.
The whole deal makes me feel odd. I wonder, if left entirely to my own devices what on earth I would turn out to be? A hermit?
I don't like bars particularly, weddings, bar mitzvahs, funerals, Wal Mart, amusement parks. I do OK in a concert environment I think, because you're actually only required to interact with the music. Everything else is optional.
I do OK at work because I have always kind of thought of my work persona as a role of sorts. Like I'm on stage. I think that's why I never called Suzanne , a customer at work. I'm not sure if I'd be able to take on a different role with her. It feels so intense. And I'm chicken.
I do like to garden. Read. Take photographs. Edit photographs. Do crossword puzzles.Take walks. Play with my dogs. All things that are primarily done on one's own.
Wonder what I'll be like when I'm old?
I have figured this out, although everyone else probably already knew it, over the past eight weeks that I have been almost exclusively in my house.
I don't usually seek out human company. I don't like to be in large groups.
The whole deal makes me feel odd. I wonder, if left entirely to my own devices what on earth I would turn out to be? A hermit?
I don't like bars particularly, weddings, bar mitzvahs, funerals, Wal Mart, amusement parks. I do OK in a concert environment I think, because you're actually only required to interact with the music. Everything else is optional.
I do OK at work because I have always kind of thought of my work persona as a role of sorts. Like I'm on stage. I think that's why I never called Suzanne , a customer at work. I'm not sure if I'd be able to take on a different role with her. It feels so intense. And I'm chicken.
I do like to garden. Read. Take photographs. Edit photographs. Do crossword puzzles.Take walks. Play with my dogs. All things that are primarily done on one's own.
Wonder what I'll be like when I'm old?
more blogging for the insanely lazy
- Maroon :: balloon
- Save ::a tree
- Smithereens :: smashed to
- Conversation ::with a dog
- Visual ::experience
- Experience ::over rated
- Steady ::moderate
- Wives ::Stepford
- Glass ::Ira
- String ::section
unconscious mutterings
Sunday, February 20, 2011
hmmmm
Losing my blogging mojo.
I recently read that phrase on another blog and I totally get it. I feel as though I have nothing to say. Never-the-less I am going to say a few things because I'm here.
I stopped in to update my book list. That seems to be the only purpose of this space. I keep track of the books I've read. Not a total loss actually because I do tend to lose track and pick up books to read that I've already read. Bad memory I guess.
I have been stuck in this house since Dec. 27th.
Phooey. When I set out to schedule this surgery, Deb (Helus, my co-worker) asked if I was sure that I wanted to do it in the winter time. If I wouldn't prefer the warmer seasons so I could get out and about. In retrospect I see the wisdom in that. I have been stuck inside a very great deal due to the crummy winter weather we've had. I don't know what the snow fall totals are so far, but it's a BUNCH. However, that being said, I was missing a ton of work because of shoulder pain (primarily because it would keep me awake all night and I wasn't fit for working the next day. Even with my new later hours). and I was running seriously low on leave time, which I would need if I hoped to get a paycheck during my recovery period. I will be going back to work ( hopefully successfully) on March 1st. If it doesn't work out I will have to resubmit paperwork and see what happens. I am completely out of leave. This next week is on me. It's so odd to have Richard and I both off work with no money coming in. We have a bit of savings and the hope of his lawyer pulling in some kind of settlement for him soon. The settlement will be used to pay off the credit card debt we've incurred over the last months.
SO, in a perfect world I would have had shoulder surgery during the summer or fall months to allow me a little more entertainment. Even just going for a drive or sitting outside would have been nice. Still, I'm glad to have it over with and happy to be heading out of the whole ordeal.
So, I did have a couple things to say. Not terribly interesting, but there it is!
I recently read that phrase on another blog and I totally get it. I feel as though I have nothing to say. Never-the-less I am going to say a few things because I'm here.
I stopped in to update my book list. That seems to be the only purpose of this space. I keep track of the books I've read. Not a total loss actually because I do tend to lose track and pick up books to read that I've already read. Bad memory I guess.
I have been stuck in this house since Dec. 27th.
Phooey. When I set out to schedule this surgery, Deb (Helus, my co-worker) asked if I was sure that I wanted to do it in the winter time. If I wouldn't prefer the warmer seasons so I could get out and about. In retrospect I see the wisdom in that. I have been stuck inside a very great deal due to the crummy winter weather we've had. I don't know what the snow fall totals are so far, but it's a BUNCH. However, that being said, I was missing a ton of work because of shoulder pain (primarily because it would keep me awake all night and I wasn't fit for working the next day. Even with my new later hours). and I was running seriously low on leave time, which I would need if I hoped to get a paycheck during my recovery period. I will be going back to work ( hopefully successfully) on March 1st. If it doesn't work out I will have to resubmit paperwork and see what happens. I am completely out of leave. This next week is on me. It's so odd to have Richard and I both off work with no money coming in. We have a bit of savings and the hope of his lawyer pulling in some kind of settlement for him soon. The settlement will be used to pay off the credit card debt we've incurred over the last months.
SO, in a perfect world I would have had shoulder surgery during the summer or fall months to allow me a little more entertainment. Even just going for a drive or sitting outside would have been nice. Still, I'm glad to have it over with and happy to be heading out of the whole ordeal.
So, I did have a couple things to say. Not terribly interesting, but there it is!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Unconscious Mutterings
- Charts :: maps
- Best moment of 2010? :: there are five and I shall list them chronologically ~~ * Julie Strahan coming to visit. * reconnecting with my brother. * adopting Cristie and Rachael. * Sofia's birth. * my husband NOT having cancer
- Checkered :: groovy diner tablecloth, vinyl naturally.
- Glass :: fragile
- Resolve? ::closely monitored thoughts
- Expensive :: EVERYTHING
- Humongous :: world
- Scent :: freshly cut grass
- Trashy :: romance novels
- Candles :: necessary for my contentment
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Yovillian
Almost two years ago, winter of 2009 I believe, my friend Brett invited me to play Scrabble with him on Facebook.
Actually he was able to do this because I had already secretly made an account in an effort to understand the world my then 16 year old son was living in. Monosyllable answers thrown over his shoulder as he trotted upstairs left me feeling completely in the dark as to what sixteen year old boys did in their spare time in the 21st century.
My effort to stalk him on Facebook was useless. I never did find his page even and had pretty much given up the whole idea when I received an email saying that Brett , a Flickr buddy, had a 'friend' request for me on Facebook.
Actually he was able to do this because I had already secretly made an account in an effort to understand the world my then 16 year old son was living in. Monosyllable answers thrown over his shoulder as he trotted upstairs left me feeling completely in the dark as to what sixteen year old boys did in their spare time in the 21st century.
My effort to stalk him on Facebook was useless. I never did find his page even and had pretty much given up the whole idea when I received an email saying that Brett , a Flickr buddy, had a 'friend' request for me on Facebook.
I actually couldn't even remember how to log on. Fortunately, in his infinite wisdom and foresight , Mark Zuckerberg,
made it possible for a not so savvy middle aged gal to hack into her own account.
and voila! I was able to be updated regularly on Brett's 'status' (important Facebook term)
AND play an eight day Scrabble game with him. and HE lives in Canada! How cool was THAT?!
Turns out that I bored quickly and divorced Facebook pretty early on. More about that
here.
Then, for reason's I don't even recall now, I logged back on to Facebook and again Voila! my account had been saved for me with all the posts and comments still intact.
Whew!
(sarcasm intended)
So there I was, browsing my family's status' and cringing at all the 'f' bombs my son was dropping.(Facebook etiquette indicates that unless your teenager is about to rob a gas station or do physical harm to him or herself, parents are NOT to interfere. And actually I dropped a fair amount of 'f' bombs myself at his age, just no Facebook for my parents to stalk me on. Which is a good thing, because I would probably just now be getting off restriction. but I 'm rambling here)
What the heck was I saying?...
Oh yes, I was enjoying Facebook in the normal facebooky way when I became aware of the advertisements than run down the right side of the FB page. Most of them having to do with things like lipo suction and magical diets (how the hell did Mark Zuckerberg know I was over weight? un-nerving to say the least)
A few regarding class reunions (bah) but one in particular that got my attention.
Yoville.
Hell, it even sounded cool.
Now I should note here that by this time my friend Jami already had me 'virtual' farming everyday in Farm Town. And really, I did enjoy that. Not as much as Jami who ultimately made a FarmTown farm for each of her three dogs in addition to herself, but I liked it. A mindless way to pass some time that I actually did find relaxing.
But Yoville damn..
so I logged on , made myself a character, moved into my virtual apartment and...
the rest is history.
History in the making I should say.
Now, as a seasoned Yovillian, in addition to my original apartment (they give you that one. No homeless people in Yoville), I own three houses and one dog. No cars or horses because they cost real $ and that seems over the top even for me.
My name is Mary Flynn and I'm a Yoville addict.
Oh good lord.
Most of my contacts that had started playing at one time or another, have since stopped. I'm still in there, visiting their apartment or house and gathering some coins. So I can buy more cool Yoville stuff of course.
w e l l .... it actually did start to get a bit dull for me. All the super cool houses cost real $, I had all the clothes that I liked. Now I was playing mostly from habit. Before and after work usually. And sometimes I even skipped my after work sessions.
But then Voila! again!
The Yoville moguls added more levels (I maxed out months ago) AND a contest! to win an Ipad. I want that!
SO here I am again, ardently playing Yoville every time my 'energy' refills. All I have to do is gain 20 levels before Jan. I can do this! I've gained 2 levels just since Thursday.(two days) Of course I'm competing with IBM executives that are playing at work to allow their minds to idle for a few minutes cuz everyone knows that's when the really great ideas drop themselves into your brain. Unfortunately , at the PO if you try to log on to Yoville it pops up with a "you've been blocked because this has no 'business' application"
That's why I need the Ipad! Then I can play Yoville at work too and truly be able to compete with the IBM execs.
It's good to have goals, don't you think?
made it possible for a not so savvy middle aged gal to hack into her own account.
and voila! I was able to be updated regularly on Brett's 'status' (important Facebook term)
AND play an eight day Scrabble game with him. and HE lives in Canada! How cool was THAT?!
Turns out that I bored quickly and divorced Facebook pretty early on. More about that
here.
Then, for reason's I don't even recall now, I logged back on to Facebook and again Voila! my account had been saved for me with all the posts and comments still intact.
Whew!
(sarcasm intended)
So there I was, browsing my family's status' and cringing at all the 'f' bombs my son was dropping.(Facebook etiquette indicates that unless your teenager is about to rob a gas station or do physical harm to him or herself, parents are NOT to interfere. And actually I dropped a fair amount of 'f' bombs myself at his age, just no Facebook for my parents to stalk me on. Which is a good thing, because I would probably just now be getting off restriction. but I 'm rambling here)
What the heck was I saying?...
Oh yes, I was enjoying Facebook in the normal facebooky way when I became aware of the advertisements than run down the right side of the FB page. Most of them having to do with things like lipo suction and magical diets (how the hell did Mark Zuckerberg know I was over weight? un-nerving to say the least)
A few regarding class reunions (bah) but one in particular that got my attention.
Yoville.
Hell, it even sounded cool.
Now I should note here that by this time my friend Jami already had me 'virtual' farming everyday in Farm Town. And really, I did enjoy that. Not as much as Jami who ultimately made a FarmTown farm for each of her three dogs in addition to herself, but I liked it. A mindless way to pass some time that I actually did find relaxing.
But Yoville damn..
so I logged on , made myself a character, moved into my virtual apartment and...
the rest is history.
History in the making I should say.
Now, as a seasoned Yovillian, in addition to my original apartment (they give you that one. No homeless people in Yoville), I own three houses and one dog. No cars or horses because they cost real $ and that seems over the top even for me.
My name is Mary Flynn and I'm a Yoville addict.
Oh good lord.
Most of my contacts that had started playing at one time or another, have since stopped. I'm still in there, visiting their apartment or house and gathering some coins. So I can buy more cool Yoville stuff of course.
w e l l .... it actually did start to get a bit dull for me. All the super cool houses cost real $, I had all the clothes that I liked. Now I was playing mostly from habit. Before and after work usually. And sometimes I even skipped my after work sessions.
But then Voila! again!
The Yoville moguls added more levels (I maxed out months ago) AND a contest! to win an Ipad. I want that!
SO here I am again, ardently playing Yoville every time my 'energy' refills. All I have to do is gain 20 levels before Jan. I can do this! I've gained 2 levels just since Thursday.(two days) Of course I'm competing with IBM executives that are playing at work to allow their minds to idle for a few minutes cuz everyone knows that's when the really great ideas drop themselves into your brain. Unfortunately , at the PO if you try to log on to Yoville it pops up with a "you've been blocked because this has no 'business' application"
That's why I need the Ipad! Then I can play Yoville at work too and truly be able to compete with the IBM execs.
It's good to have goals, don't you think?
Sunday, October 24, 2010
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