Some of you asked if there was not a game I could play to occupy myself while Wm plays the GTA 4. The truth is, about two weeks before the game came out, I went through a brief Sims2 phase. Happens from time to time. It was stupid. I should have held off. It only lasts about 2 weeks. If I had only waited until GTA came out. I’m still playing, but it feels forced.

The majority of the time Wil plays, I am sitting in my corner of the couch either reading or watching him play. The story line of this game is actually very rich and intriguing. I get kinda caught up in that. And, it seems it’s more fun if I am there to watch, in fact, sometimes it seems necessary. I enjoy following the missions and seeing what unfolds as he completes each one. The game is gorgeous and I love seeing the new territories as he unlocks them. Also, I’m in charge of outfits. That’s a general rule for all video games. If there are outfit changes, I am in charge of picking them out.

But there is another approach to playing the game in which I don’t have much interest. We call it Going On A Rampage.

Me: Honey, what are you doing? Why did you shoot that guy in the face?

Wm: He pushed me. I have a rep to protect.

Me: But that was completely unnecessary. Oh now look what you’ve done, the police are here. You are going to have to lose your wanted level and you’ll be late for your date with Kate.

Wm: It’s no big deal, I’ll out run them in 2 seconds.

Me: You’d better call her and reschedule. She’s going to be mad.

Wm: It’s all good.

Me: Oh now look what you’ve done! Shooting at the police from your car is not helping. Kate is going to be so mad. Is it necessary to smash into every other car on the road?

Wm: Yes. Yes it is. Because we are GOING ON A RAMPAGE!!

Me: sigh.

I can see why it would be fun to Go On A Rampage if you were playing the game. I’m just saying it’s not as interesting to me to watch. That’s all.

The other day Wil handed the controller to me and told me to just “drive to Manny’s while I go the bathroom.”

I told him it was a bad idea. I don’t know what I was trying to do, maybe turn left, I don’t know how to work the controls for this game, but what I actually did was stick my gun out the window and start shooting. At cops. Naturally a chase ensued, and with my complete lack of GTA driving skill, I managed a head on collision so massive that it sent me flying out the windshield, over a wall and onto some docks. Nowhere near any cars to to steal, like I even knew how to do that in the first place. So I panicked and started running amuck, trying to get away from the police. Only I accidentally went into a “crouch” and could not get out of it. So I was actually Creeping Away from the cops. Will comes back just when I am being arrested. Because I was arrested and not killed in a shootout or something, Wil lost all the weapons he had been collecting up to that point.

I TOLD him it was a bad idea. Just drive to Manny’s indeed.

“Dude, it’s totally going to be 420 in twoOOOoooOOoo days.”

“Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.”

Dude, we totally should have gotten married in April instead of July. Cuz then we’d be married on 420! Heh-heh-heh-heh. (distinctive pot smoker laugh) And like, for our first anniversary, we could have gotten each other rolling papers, right? Cuz the traditional first anniversary present is supposed to be paper or something. I think. I used to work at Hallmark, I should know this shit.

But we didn’t. So today we are only at the 9 month mark. Which means Wil has finally figured out we didn’t HAVE to get married. Sure pulled a fast on him, eh?

Since there is no such thing as a 9 month anniversary, I bought myself a present, a flash drive, which I had been wanting for a while. Had to have it. Had to.

You know what I miss? Fridays. The way Fridays feel. The TGIF of them. I realize you have to work or go to school to get that feeling. Maybe it’s not worth it, if you can swing not doing either. But still, Fridays always felt great.

Today is Wil’s birthday. Yay! For his birthday I got him an iPod Nano, black. He wants to start running and it has some sort of jogging kit you can get. You put something in your Nike shoe… I’m not sure how it works, but he’s already got the Nikes. Plus, he wanted a small mp3 player for said running. I can’t think of a single reason why you’d want anything but one of the many flavors of iPod, especially as a mac user.

My mom and Bob bought him a Hunter S. Thompson for Sheriff of Aspen CO 1970 poster. AKA: The coolest poster in the world, according to

Wil. My goodness my mom knows him well.

The kittens pre-ordered the special edition of Grand Theft Auto 4 for him. He’s only been waiting like a year and half for it. I swear to god his head is going to explode, now that we are at the 10 days and counting point. In fact, while pre-ordering it, I found out that the EB Games is having a midnight release party. So we can actually pick it up on Monday night. Technically, it will be the 29th, but physically, we’ll still be feeling the 28th.

So yes, we will be sitting in the parking lot late Monday night, waiting to pick up his copy. Looking like a couple of huge gamer geeks. Actually, looking like one gamer geek and his wife who drove him there. Because she is so sweet. And intelligent. And kinda hot, too.

We are off to Pinky’s for a birthday steak dinner. Hooray for meat!

And, just in case you’ve quit believing in Christmas miracles, I’d like to tell you that we did get a Wii for Jackson. Yes! We’d given up, pretty much. My mom had tried to get one down in the states as well. Nothing. But then Wil’s friend won one at his company Christmas party. He already had one, so he sold it to Wil.

Truly, if you tried to find a Wii this Christmas, you will know – that truly is a Christmas miracle.

Wil insists that my mom is going to play Guitar Hero 3 with him, when she comes up this weekend.

I don’t even know if my mom knows what Guitar Hero 3 is. I warned him that she has quick, nimble fingers. And musical training.* He is not worried.

Me: You know, my mom might not be interested in playing Guitar Hero 3.

Wil: Oh, she’ll play. She’ll play.

*musical training does not really come into play when playing GH3. Rhythm does, I suppose.

Hello, December!