Armaggedon's coming!

I’m leveling an Alt right now and reliving the joy of a ding.

It’s been a while since I have celebrated dings, apart from major dings.

71-79… Who cares! 80, about time!

With the Alt I have enjoyed them all. Each one has been a monumental upgrade in skills and powers.

I reached level 12 over the weekend and was so excited, that I dropped what I was doing to hearth back for new skills.

The other thing that happened over the weekend was that my Son, Odin dinged 3!

Do I need to tell you which ding deserves the biggest celbration?

Luckily I scheduled some posts to get me through, because there has just been one focus in our house for the last week, the PC hasn’t so much been out of bounds, rather it hasn’t really rated a thought.

Have you ever been caught by surprise by a ding. All level you can’t wait for it, then when it happens you somehow miss the fireworks?

That’s what happened with Odin. For weeks it’s been his 1st topic of converstion. He has wanted to talk to every caller (great when they have been phone sales), even wanting to call people to tell them.

Every ad on TV has been a potential birthday present. Every item on every shop shelf has been required for his birthday.

Of course we have had a “carrot” to keep him in line.

If you continue to do x, we will have to call off your birthday party

The day before his party was filled with preparations, shopping, decorating, cooking. All of which he had to help with…

But come Sunday morning, when he woke, it was all forgotten.

Good morning Honey, Happy Birthday!

Don’t say that Daddy!

Why not Honey?

Because it’s not my Birthday!

Yes it is Honey, Happy Birthday!

[sound of little feet rapidly pattering away from bed to explore decorated house]

It was a great day, fun had by all.

It was also a day reminicent of many battlegrounds I have been in. A horde of kids thrusting to and fro in the back yard. Zero coordination. Zero listening to (or obeying) instructions.

The neutral mobs got a fair beating as well. We have a couple of young chickens, a couple of months old. Luckily they have been growing up with Odin, so 40 grasping claws didn’t freak them out too much, and luckily they weren’t loved to death (although swords were waved at them on a regular basis, and the one child that tried to love the head off the chicken failed in his attempt)

The aftermath of the party was reminiscent of a battlefield as well. It is going to take us a couple of days to clear the debri, which won’t be helped by the solitary fury warrior running rampant through the battleground.

The biggest challenge is trying to balance his desire to try out his new skills (presents) with our need to clean the house. He has always been an avid book reader, but having to read through his library, multiple times, has already left me drained… Don’t let me start on the paints, crayons, plaster craftwork…

Anyway, between the post-party recovery and changes in my employment going on right now, I might be a little quiet this week, and posts may be a little more sporadic over the coming weeks.

Hope your weekend was as full of joy as mine was (my WoW weekend was a different story, but that’s a discussion for another day).

PS: I am now at my Mum’s hospital bedside, so not sure about posts over the next couple of days… Fingers crossed all is well and I am back to regular posting soon. This also explains this rough post.

Gnomer and Out!

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Luckily I scheduled some posts to get me through, because there has just been one focus in our house for the last week, the PC hasn’t so much been out of bounds, rather it hasn’t really rated a thought.

Have you ever been caught by surprise by a ding. All level you can’t wait for it, then when it happens you somehow miss the fireworks?

That’s what happened with Odin. For weeks it’s been his 1st topic of converstion. He has wanted to talk to every caller (great when they have been phone sales), even wanting to call people to tell them.

Every ad on TV has been a potential birthday present. Every item on every shop shelf has been required for his birthday.

Of course we have had a “carrot” to keep him in line.

If you continue to do x, we will have to call off your birthday party

The day before his party was filled with preparations, shopping, decorating, cooking. All of which he had to help with…

But come Sunday morning, when he woke, it was all forgotten.

Good morning Honey, Happy Birthday!

Don’t say that Daddy!

Why not Honey?

Because it’s not my Birthday!

Yes it is Honey, Happy Birthday!

[sound of little feet rapidly pattering away from bed to explore decorated house]

It was a great day, fun had by all.

It was also a day reminicent of many battlegrounds I have been in. A horde of kids thrusting to and fro in the back yard. Zero coordination. Zero listening to (or obeying) instructions.

The neutral mobs got a fair beating as well. We have a couple of young chickens, a couple of months old. Luckily they have been growing up with Odin, so 40 grasping claws didn’t freak them out too much, and luckily they weren’t loved to death (although swords were waved at them on a regular basis, and the one child that tried to love the head off the chicken failed in his attempt)

The aftermath of the party was reminiscent of a battlefield as well. It is going to take us a couple of days to clear the debri, which won’t be helped by the solitary fury warrior running rampant through the battleground.

The biggest challenge is trying to balance his desire to try out his new skills (presents) with our need to clean the house. He has always been an avid book reader, but having to read through his library, multiple times, has already left me drained… Don’t let me start on the paints, crayons, plaster craftwork…

Anyway, between the post-party recovery and changes in my employment going on right now, I might be a little quiet this week, and posts may be a little more sporadic over the coming weeks.

Hope your weekend was as full of joy as mine was (my WoW weekend was a different story, but that’s a discussion for another day).

PS: I am now at my Mum’s hospital bedside, so not sure about posts over the next couple of days… Fingers crossed all is well and I am back to regular posting soon. This also explains this rough post.

Gnomer and Out!

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