Junk Food

Those of you who know me, know that I am just a tad overweight (like 200 pounds or so). ;) But when it comes to what foods I am eating, it is generally good foods. I don't particularly like candy or sweets, (except maybe ice cream, but then only when it is like 110 degrees inside my house), and junk food is just too expensive for my tastes. However with my parents in town my house is filled with junk food, cause they 'need' it.

Unfortunately I will eat junk food if it is available, but I won't purchase it, basically due to cost. Now I have a house full of food I shouldn't eat, and a diet that I really want to get started on again. This is... I was going to say ironic, but I don't think that exactly fits the situation...

Anyway, my parents will be leaving soon, and I will be able to focus more attention to both cards and video games. I am really looking forward to the second sprint for FMA qualifiers (even though I am running most of them in our area), and Trek states is just around the corner (again, running it... =( ) But it will be nice to see the decks that the players are going to bring to these events. This time of year is great for card gamers, the preparation to the major events of the year.

The only minor issue is that I cannot afford to attend Origins this year. Not enough there for me, and I can have more fun with more of my local players in Aniheim at another convention that same weekend. Huh... 2 years ago, I would have only thought about what I wanted, but maybe I have grown over the last hew years, to consider what the players in my area want, in addition to what I want.

Nah! =)

Game On!

Family

Three weeks ago, my grandfather died, and I had a decision to make: to try and make it back for the funeral, or wait until my parents came to my house as planned. I decided to stay at home and grieve with my parents, and today it finally hit me. I was watching a movie, a sad movie, but nothing earth shattering, and I lost it. I was a hair's breadth away from audible sobbing, and for something that was sad, yes, but not THAT bad.

But I feel better for it. As a matter of fact, I was getting concerned that I would not grieve for my grandpa as I did for my grandmother (same side of the family, however they have been divorced as long as I can remember). I am glad that it happened today. My parents have really helped me get through this, and I wouldn't have gotten much from the memorial service, except to see my family; so staying in AZ was probably a good idea.

And while I was all intent on helping my parents through this tough time, they have been the ones helping me. My mom took over a month to get over grandma, and my dad (even with no blood relation) was more shook up about her death, than he is now. But having them here, even for such a short time, has really helped me get through this time in my life.

The only really odd thing is that after dealing with my grandfather's estate, my parents have explained to me, more about what to do when I die than I ever knew existed. Stuff like making investments, "payable on death", and assigning a trusted family member to all checking and saving accounts so that they can access those funds for funeral preparations after you have passed on.

I guess this bit of rambling has really forced me to make some observations about my life. I love my family very much, and I can only hope that I will live up to their example in the coming years.

Game On!

Frustration

I am frustrated with a 'friend' of mine. This 'friend' used to support me in everything I did. I used to look forward to every day when I could hang out with my 'friend'. Now, my 'friend' has disapointed me one too many times. I know my 'friend' is about to make a very upsetting announcement, but instead of simply owning up to the announcement, they are delaying the announcement, trying to get every last ounce of effort from each and every one who is friends with them.

Unfortunately, instead of just leaving my friend, I can't. I care about my friend too much. I have invested too much time, effort, and friends into this envevour. So I am torn between watching my 'friend' throw everything away, and only being able to watch them do it, and leaving them to their own devices.

At any rate, I will have to see where the next few months leads me. It is like choosing between turning in a murdering brother, and watching him continue to kill others. Neither decision leaves a good taste in my mouth, and no matter what, someone gets hurt.

Game On!