Ahoy Matey!

A Gnatty Problem

Sooo, The Mister and I were having our usual late afternoon "what's for dinner - I asked you first" -discussion. Turns out he asked me first, so I'm in the kitchen with my head in the pantry trying to conger up a meal combo other than Raisinettes and Spam, when the Mister says' "You know, you have the attention span of a gnat." As opposed to a few years ago when I would have gone ballistic at a remark like that, I'm thinking to myself "Yep, an astute observation. I sure am. what's that shiny thing over there...."

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I meandered into the living room to see what prompted the remark only to find out the Mister was talking to Lucy the Dog.

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I've not really accomplished anything of value over the last week due to a constant pounding in my head
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Well, okay, not my head exactly. The pounding has been going on overhead as we had the old roof removed and a nice new non-leaking one installed. This was all precipitated by the Mister's attempt to blow the last of the oak tree droppings off the roof, and having his foot go right through into the attic. So here we are trying to think and accomplish stuff over the constant banging and generator noise. Impossible. Too difficult.

About the only thing I've done with any dedication and concentration during the installation was to play a game on Facebook, "Pirates: Rule the Caribbean." Sparky started it. It's her fault. She invited me to join her crew. Turns out having an opportunity to shop for stuff like muzzle loading cannons and deserted islands somehow appeals to my inner archetypes. Here I am, a week after first discovering the game, looting, plundering and burying treasure. I've managed to advance to level 34, fill an armory with weapons, and maintain an hourly income of 149,000 pieces of gold.

How's your booty?

It's piling up, Matey.

I even coerced my daughter into joining my crew so I could buy another False Lighthouse and lure unsuspecting ships my way. Jennifer mentioned that her favorite game is "Mafia Wars" on Facebook. I popped over to take a peek at the game, and here I am having a fine old time hijacking delivery trucks, being a hit man, and buying up income property so I can increase my weapon inventory


You know, Musey, if you do one more jewelry store job you can buy that Italian restaurant.
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People keep trying to steal my money, so I'm constantly going from one game to the other, collecting my hourly income and stuffing it in the mafia bank and hiding it the pirate's cove.
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Problem is, I've been spending far too much time at this. I started using a reward system - telling myself I have to dust, or mop or clean out a closet before I can play again. I am hooked.

There is an end in sight though:
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1) The roof guys are gone and the house is quiet again.
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2) I have to keep adding crew members to advance, so I'm kind of stuck on my pirate ship for a while.
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On the other hand:
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1) I really do have the attention span of a gnat - the prefect mindset for these games
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2) I am accomplishing things (using my reward system of work to play) while I wait for my next set of energy and stamina points to accumulate.
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3) I may be able to convince some of you to join my crew and/or my mafia. You see, I happen to own a ship with plank and I am also learning the art of making an offer you can't refuse...