As of 3 am this morning, I have lost my husband for the week, probably longer. The new expansion for World of Warcraft was released.
I’m a firm believer in the couple that games together, stays together.
But, I don’t play anymore. I played from BC through Mists and attempted Warlords for about a month after it came out. For the most part, the game just lost its appeal to me. This expansion is highly tempting though. The demonhunter class looks like oodles of fun and what is better than demon slaying? Too bad that I went so far as to get rid of my desktop computer. (The graphics were shite and I couldn’t stand looking at it any longer.) Despite the temptation with the new x-pac, I would have to spend hundreds of dollars in order to play again. My laptop can’t handle the kind of power required to save Azeroth and Outland.
So the motto changes; couples that game/read together, stay together.
I know a lot of couples argue over gaming, lots of wife/husband aggro. But honestly, my husband is lucky that I understand AND don’t mind being ignored for a lengthy time period. I’m my own person and I’ve got shit to do.
Happy Gaming! Slay some demons in my name!
I baked a couple of things this weekend but one was far superior than the other so it gets to go first.
Follow the pictures to the link of the best bread I’ve made to date. Lemon blueberry with a lemon glaze. I don’t even like lemon things that much and I loved this.
1 and 1/2 loaves were gone in one sitting among 5 people.
Yesterday was rough. It was one of those days where you’re just in a shit ass mood and nothing is really going to change that.
It didn’t help that we had to start the day with a work meeting to discuss our issues with the new kid at work. In reality, we should not have kept him past his 90 days but our boss likes to give people approximately one million chances. I can’t stand people who cannot take constructive criticism as the new person, twist incidents to make themselves look better and straight up deny the shit that they do. I’m positive that he’s sexist as well so you know just how high he ranks in my books. So of course, I had to shut that shit down and I left the kid dumbfounded. That felt good. But, it was first thing in the morning and I don’t like arguing as soon as I get up.
This coffee mug accurately represents me first thing in the morning:
The rest of the day was boring as fuck. We were dead at work and the new kid made it awkward all day. Boss sent me home early which should have lightened my mood but it didn’t. The rest of the day I was stressed about financial things and couldn’t let it go. My sister-in-law told me to go take a bubble bath, light some candles and read a book. I should have listened to her but books near water make me antsy and I couldn’t find my bubble bath. *Cue extra cranky*
Alas! Today is a new day and I will grump no more! Lots of cleaning to do as we’ll have the sister, brother-in-law and nephew over tomorrow. (Cleaning is not fun of course but needs to be done) There is baking in my future and that always pleases me now. It pleases me even more when people are excited to eat the things I bake. I told my sister-in-law that I would make her any bread she wanted (lemon blueberry) and I am excited to try a new recipe.
Today I will be as the praying mantis that was waiting for me on the hood of the vehicle the other day; patient and wise. Should that fail, the mantra will change to ‘fuck it and eat it.’ Look out husband.
The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet
5 out of 5 stars
I prepared for this novel by giving myself plenty of space to take detailed notes. I wanted to get it all down. The terminology, the science, the aliens, the world building, the characters. You name it, I was prepared to jot it down and dissect it later. Do you know what happened?
You hated it so much that you put it down and tried to conquer Guatemala?
The day is always better when you start it with an adorable coffee pal.
The last novel in the Broken Empire Trilogy.
“It turns out I don’t listen to good advice even when I’m the one giving it.”
If I could have had one thousand guesses at how this series ended when I began it, I still would have been wrong.
I have taken a full 24 hours to absorb that ending and I still don’t even…
In a good way of course, because I loved this whole series.
I would love to break this down into bite sized samples for you but as usual, with this series in particular, I feel that I would be stealing away the magic from you. The world building is sublime and the plot twists and turns keep things interesting. You can never really guess what Jorg is going to do.
Which brings me to the fact that Jorg may be one of my favorite anti-heroes ever. I reveled in his ruthlessness and enjoyed all the violence. I am going to miss the cantankerous, pope-killing little bastard.
“I muttered the names to myself. I would hunt them down in hell.”
There’s a thing.
Good bye Jorg of Ancrath. Burner of worlds, part-time wielder of necromancy, child killer, killer, clever-little-fuck, emperor of twisted hearts everywhere. You bathed the paths of adventure in blood and guts, fire and ice, death and life.
You really knew how to throw a goddamn party.
My friend (and roommate) recently needed buttermilk for his recipe but didn’t use it all. If you’ve ever used it, it’s not exactly cheap. It costs more than a whole gallon of milk. So, instead of letting it go to waste, I found a recipe for bread that required only one cup of buttermilk since that is approximately what I had left.
It is freaking delicious.
(Baked for exactly 45 minutes.)
When you’re young and dumb and full of excitement, you tend to do dumb things that seem like a grand idea at the time. For example, letting a friend who is learning to tattoo, practice on you. Free tattoos sound good but let me be the first to tell you, “STOP! Don’t do it!”
Unfortunately, both my husband and I made these mistakes back in the day. So, for his birthday this year, he asked to get his monstrosity fixed. One of my patients at the pharmacy is a tattoo artist, we’ve been chatting about tattoos for years so it was time to make an appointment. After the appointment last night, it was decided that it was time to start redoing all those old tattoos in the future.
Cupcakes and Machetes tattoo advice: Do your research! And live by this motto: “Good tattoos aren’t cheap and cheap tattoos aren’t good.”
If you combine those two pieces of advice, you will save yourself a lot of money in the long run.
DNF at 26%
I didn’t get far enough to say that there is anything wrong with this book. (Hence, why I’m not actually rating it.) In fact, a lot of the science stuff was fun but I was just not connecting with it. Plus, a more exciting sci-fi book came in from the library and I’ve been enjoying that more already and I’m only 55 pages in. (The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet)
Here’s the summary though because some people in my Goodreads group really enjoyed it. It just wasn’t for me:
“1967: Ye Wenjie witnesses Red Guards beat her father to death during China’s Cultural Revolution. This singular event will shape not only the rest of her life but also the future of mankind.
Four decades later, Beijing police ask nanotech engineer Wang Miao to infiltrate a secretive cabal of scientists after a spate of inexplicable suicides. Wang’s investigation will lead him to a mysterious online game and immerse him in a virtual world ruled by the intractable and unpredicatable interaction of its three suns.
This is the Three-Body Problem and it is the key to everything: the key to the scientists’ deaths, the key to a conspiracy that spans light-years and the key to the extinction-level threat humanity now faces.”