Friday, July 29, 2016

Where's my boyfriend? I like that wookie...


Despite the unholy temperatures, camping was pretty fun. It cooled down at night, so at least Lil Bro#2 and I did not have to bail on our tent and flee for air conditioning.

It's funny how many little quirks and weird personality traits are already there in your brain, rather than being the product of your life experiences. This can be evidenced from Tuesday's campsite crafting hour, wherein Lil Bro#2 and I--without consulting each other--both felt the need to choose little ceramic monsters to paint, and we also felt it necessary that monsters should always have blood on their teeth.


 Aside from reading and drinking, most of us spent the camping trip playing Pokemon Go. Even Big Sis#2 is playing. All of us are completely inept at it, although I must say I am proud of my collection so far.



Eevee will have a better name later; apparently calling it "Rainer" is the only way to guarantee it turns into the Mermaid Dog, which is the only reason I'm playing this.

Because the Mermaid Dog is the best thing ever



next to the Pink Flying Kitten, who I'm not even sure you can catch in this game.



All ridiculousness aside, Pokemon has actually gotten me motivated to get of my lazy arse and do some exercise. You have to walk certain distances if you want to hatch the eggs you pick up (2 km, 5 km, or 10 km depending on the egg). I've got 8 eggs waiting to be hatched, so I need to walk 34 km to hatch all of them.

This game has also had some positive effects on the kids in town. The post office across the street from my apartment is a Pokestop, and it seems that all the village children have thrown aside cliques and differences in age in favor of hanging out together over there most evenings to catch Pokemon.

Also, the Wit's End Tavern is a Pokemon gym, which amuses me to no end.


Any of you guys playing? It's good craic.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Shield wall!!!

This weekend is the Big Family Camping Trip. Tomorrow we all set off for the campgrounds for three days, and I am currently procrastinating in the packing department and trying not to be super-anxious about leaving my kiiiikiiiiiiiiiiis with their babysitter (a lady from church who loves cats). 

We have three sites at the campground. Lil Bro#2 and I will be hard-core-man-camping in a tent. Stepmom, Dadum, Lil Bro#1, and his weird girlfriend will be glamping in the camper. And Big Sis#2, Useless-in-Law, and Niecey G will be not-quite-camping in a cabin with running water, bathrooms, and air conditioning. 

I think it's safe to presume that Lil Bro#2 and I got the highest concentration of viking blood out of everyone. 


I received my first electric bill of the high summer today and nearly fell over.  Running the air conditioning all day multiple times a week is effing expensive. However, I would rather have cold air than eat regular meals, so I shall be cutting down on groceries in order to pay for the continued running of the air conditioning. 

The next person who tells me this weather is better than bitter winds and -20 degrees F will have my heat rashes RUBBED ALL OVER THEIR EFFING FACE. 

I HATE the summer when it gets this hot. Absolutely fecking hate it. I would rather it snowed every day of the year. I would rather sit outside in temperatures of such extreme cold your skin actually hurts. My body can't take this heat. I am covered in one giant heat rash. I have a headache that never goes away, just varies in its severity depending on how hot it gets. And my appetite has plummeted to the point where I have apparently lost enough weight to cause my family to voice concerns about an ED relapse. 

If I ever make enough money, I'm moving to Svalbard

Hope the rest of you are handling the weather better than I am. I'm going back to my Pokemon stalking.....