I Heart D&D. Are You?

Kool Aid Man

Birmingham people will hopefully get the joke in that post title. We have a sushi restaurant here called Sushi Village that sells t-shirts that say ‘I <3 (heart) sushi. Are you?’ Really. If you Google “Sushi Village Birmingham” and then click on Images and scroll down a bit you will see a picture of the black shirt. The shirts are classic around here and a running joke because 1) the sushi there IS very good and b) it’s grammatically incorrect and we love it!

Back to the post topic – Dungeons & Dragons. Or as my husband likes to call it, “after work.” HA! I’m kidding. Sort of. Hubby has been playing D&D for years now. How many years? I have no idea. He’s been asking me to play for years. How many years? I have no idea. But I had not played a game, even after being asked at least 100 times, until just recently. Side note: If you don’t know what D&D is you’ve been living under a rock for the past 30 years and you can look it up. Even *I* knew what it was.

Why hadn’t I played until now? A few reasons. First off, I didn’t see myself spending 5-7+ hours during a weekend on one game – I don’t care how much fun it is. I’ve got things to do. Or sleep to catch up on. Or paint to watch dry. Or ANYTHING ELSE FOR 7 HOURS. Secondly, I don’t have enough imagination to make up stuff on the fly for 5-7+ hours. Thirdly, that game is COMPLICATED. I don’t care what you say – there’s spellzits, and sigils, and wizards, and teeflings, and whatsitz galore with 800 levels of 67-sided die that do everything but butter your toast. I can’t keep up and I’m rolling 1s for intellect every time (WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?).

Buuuuuuuuuut, there’s this awesome new gaming club at my company and we’re revving it up with once-a-month Game Days where we set up shop, bring in all the consoles, all the board games, all the toys, and all the kids for a day o’ fun! We had our first one in September and hubby and I attended. They went all out for it, setting up larger-than-life screens with lots of games (I have no idea what was what so don’t ask), lots of board games that I DID recognize because I’m old and old school (I like it like that), and gaming in every corner of the conference room for newbies like me to learn. They even did a “one off” D&D game (aka a shortened, mini D&D game) for anyone who wanted to play, and they welcomed novices. Well, if ever there was a D&D novice…..

We headed into a separate conference room to concentrate and sequester ourselves for the adventure and off we went! Besides stopping every 3 seconds to explain to me what something meant or on my character sheet, we did ok for a one off game with a complete noob who had NO earthly idea (ha! get it?) what she was doing. I will admit I had a BLAST and definitely held my own among the men, though they were more than gracious in helping me learn the ropes and had mercy on me more than once during our travels. I almost died like twice.

Hubby was pleased as punch that I actually played my first game and he’s excited for me to join a real campaign (that’s what the ‘games’ are called and they can last years) and keep the momentum going. He runs a few campaigns weekly/monthly and he’s hoping I’ll start drinking as much Kool-Aid as he is. Ha! I definitely liked the flavor, but not sure if I’m that thirsty yet.

No Day But Today

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credit: Javacia Harris Bowser

It’s been almost a year. Since I’ve blogged. I kid you not. I last blogged on NEW YEAR’S DAY. JANUARY 1st. On that day I wrote a letter to my future self that will be delivered via email in like 10 years. That should be interesting. I digress….

It’s that time of the year – November. It’s time to #bloglikecrazy, that wonderful time of the year where I, along with a bunch of my blogger friends, all commit to blogging once a day during the month of November while our novelist counterparts commit to writing a novel during NaNoWriMo.

Thank you to my followers who have been with me through the years and welcome to all my new friends. You’re bound to learn some new tidbits about me during the month and it will surely bring us closer. I hope you enjoy your time here and please share your thoughts in the Comments section below each blog post. I would love to hear from you and will be happy to answer any questions I can.

Here we gooooooooooo. We’ll see if I make it.

It’s Never Too Late

Happy New Year

It’s nearly midnight on January 1st, 2018. I’ve been thinking about this post all day. I just wrote one of those ‘letters to myself’ for the first time – via futureme.org – where you can compose an email and then set it to send it to you at some point in the future. I scheduled it to send it to me on January 1st, 2019. This should be interesting. I got pretty choked up just writing the thing!

It’s been an interesting year…far from what I imagined…especially with the political and social climate what it has been. But, it is what it is. I’ve lost some friends and made many others. I’m not complaining. I, heck WE, have all had some rough spots this year. I’ve lost some wonderful friends. In fact, this was the first year I lost true friends to death and it hit me very hard. And just a few days ago, I lost an extended family member…a surrogate grandmother basically…and that’s cast a bit of a darkness over the holidays. However, she was 93 and lived an amazing life. I was there for so many years of it, spending many days with her, sharing numerous family celebrations, and dancing away night after night in ‘da club. Yes, granny went to the club with us many, many times. We love our Nanny and I know she’s shaking her groove thang right now, fully restored.

My hope for this new year are more meaningful connections and momentum. In fact, that is my word for the year – MOMENTUM. I want to spend more quality time with my friends and family. I want to spend more time with God. I want to spend more quality time with myself – writing, meditating, stretching, running, strengthening my body and mind. I want to spend more time giving back and also working on my side projects that bring me so much happiness. I want to spend more time with Daniel finding more activities to bond over and debate about. I want to spend more time learning and teaching others what I do for work so we can engage each other. I want to move in so many ways, in so many directions. And I want to keep that momentum going once I start moving.

I know I can do it. I encourage others all the time; I plan to use a little bit of that magic on myself this year.

Happy 2018. Go get ’em!

The Luckiest

The Luckiest
by Ben Folds

I don’t get many things right the first time,
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns the stumbles,
And falls brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face,
Now I see it every day
And I know

That I am, I am, I am, the luckiest

What if I had been born fifty years before you
In a house on the street
Where you lived
Maybe I’d be outside as you passed on your bike. Would I know?
And in a wide sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

That I am, I am, I am, the luckiest

I love you more than I have
Ever found the way to say
To you

Next door there’s an old man who lived to his nineties and one day
Passed away in his sleep,
And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days, and passed away
I’m sorry I know that’s a strange way to tell you that I know we belong,
That I know

That I am, I am, I am, the luckiest

So much to say….

But I’ve been working 18 hour days for the past few weeks (and weekends) with no end in sight right now and I have to tell you, I’m BEAT! With that said, I’m going to leave you with one of my favorite poems tonight. Enjoy and remember that you are AMAZING!

Alone
by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —