Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Who knew chocolate milk was so dangerous.

Five stiches and a splint to keep me from moving the stitches too much. My knife slipped while poking a hole for a straw in a chocolate milk bottle for orclette.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Discouraged.

It's no secret I don't like New Mexico. No green. No rain. Most importantly, my family doesn't live here. And the original reasons for moving here-Damm's parents helping watch the kids, staying with them, etc.-no longer apply. I still regret being persuaded to move here based on those reasons-I should've stuck to my guns and insisted we find another way to go back to school. Preferably near my parents, back in Houston, near our friends there. Not out in the goshdarn desert. (To those friends we've made here who read this blog-we love you. You make this place bearable. I'm just ranting.)

So on days when ROTC decides at the last minute to have another event and screw with my plans for the week and my homework is piling up and the house is trashed again ... I wish I could leave it all. Take my kids and run back to TX, where the sky is blue and the grass is green and it actually rains (it's God's land, after all;).

Many people wonder how we do it. Both of us full-time in college with two kids and a household to run. Most days I'm fine-everything is scheduled and there isn't much down time but we manage. But on other days I have complete meltdowns and frequently come close to calling it quits. If there were any way to redo this whole going-back-to-college thing in favor of a more relaxed pace and no financial worries I'd do it. But there isn't, and in a way that makes it worse. There is no escape. We have to continue.

And so we will keep trudging on. It's what I do best. My brothers inherited the creative and talented genes of the family. I inherited the ability to do monotonous activities day after day without end. It's why I'm able to run marathons, it's why I was any good with music, and it's why I make good grades. A high tolerance for drudgery.

Tonight I have a spinning class. After an hour being pushed and prodded by my favorite instructor of all time I will feel loads better. My homework load will feel easy, the house won't look so bad, and the desert with it's icky creatures doesn't seem too horrible. Still butt-ugly, but not the end of the world. To those of you who wonder how I do it, here's your answer. You've now read about Wulfa at her lowest. And because I have kids, because they must be fed, I'll snap out of it.

But every once in a great while it's enough to make me write about it.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Money Machine

Damm heard me comment that I don't like the dailies in Icecrown. There are many reasons for this, not all of them logical. I just miss the isle from BC. Lots of quests grouped in one spot and many of them overlapped.

So he suggested I get myself on friendly terms with the Sons of Hodir. Took me a while, but I managed to accomplish that, and now I'm doing several dailies, all in one spot, and many overlap. I am a happy Wulfa.

So I've been refilling my battered and bruised coffers. Not at an incredible rate-I only get to play a couple/few hours a week-but it's steady. And I don't have auctioneer yet (the addon) so I don't know what people want on Kael'Thas but I've been collecting a lot of the primal (is it called primal? like crystallized earth and the fire one etc.) goodies doing my dailies for the Sons of Hodir. So there is potential for income from the auction house as well.

Beowulfa is in Dragonblight, having just finished the Borean Tundra. She has fast flight (gah don't ever come to me for technical terms ... "fast flight" ... "primal goodies" ...) decent gear (I think) so she's ready to roll.

My other toons are not high enough level to be concerned about. And they shall all be forgotten when I create my Worgen hunter. Bless Blizzard for releasing the expansion after our finals. I'll actually be able to play.

So .... yeah. That's the rundown of what I've been up to in WoW.