Sometimes I feel as if my life can be compared to a younger, more fit/agile person doing a handstand on a chair that balances on a bowling ball. Everything seems perfect, and even looks impressive from someone else's point of view, as long as that person keeps their balance. It may seem that this person has the easiest of times balancing, and let's pretend that they are... but eventually they will tire.
Inevitably, their arms will shake, or the chair will slip. The ball and the chair will fly in different directions. The person remains in the middle of the floor without the ball or the chair. A crowd of people watch as they fail. Alternatively the person predicts the fall and leaps away as the chair and the ball crash to the ground. The people may clap, but their disappointment of the failure to remain balanced is overwhelming.
I am that person balancing atop the chair. The self-doubt begins to corrode my confidence, and I realize that I'm no longer able to hold myself up. One wrong move, and the act disintegrates, and the only thing I'm with is a mess and disappointed faces.
Should I leap away just in time and abandon my bowling ball and chair? Or should I attempt to regain my balance, chancing a fall in the process, that could potentially end with a huge disappointment?
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Make me a star!
No really, I want to be famous. I'm not talking about the type of fame that comes with being an actress or a singer. I want to be a YouTube celebrity (my site) or maybe become famous for my blog (which isn't going to happen... I have all of 8 followers, and I'm really not blogging about anything that people actually want to read about...).
They (I'm not really sure who "they" are, btw) say that everyone gets 15 minutes of fame, and I want that. I need some success in my life. I feel as if most things I start, I finish, but I'm not entirely successful because I'm not completely satisfied with the outcome.
For example: this blog. I'm not satisfied with the way it has turned out, and I've just stopped posting. I want it to be light, and funny, and instead, it's become heavy and serious.
Back to the fame. This past week was the American Idol tryouts in Austin, Tx. I actually let my friends convince me to dress as Lady GaGa and sing Bad Romance. I'm not a great singer, but my outfit was outrageous! I was hoping that maybe, I could at LEAST get some TV time, but I doubt that I will. I'm not particularly outgoing, and this was a huge step for me. I not only spoke in front of strangers, I SANG! It was amazing and terrible at the same time. I felt as if my knees were going to give out, but I did it. And then... The judges just sat there, looking at me. They didn't even smile, and that was my intention, I meant to be funny, and they didn't see it at all. I was a little embarrassed, but also proud of myself. I had the confidence, for the first time in my life, to do something like this, to be judged, and I was ok, I was still alive, and not any worse for the wear.
Anyways, this airplane slide beer guy makes me remember that I want to be famous. I'm sure that his intention wasn't to be famous, but rather to go out with a bang. I want to live with a bang, instead of just going out with a bang.
I'm going to be working on that bang in the next few weeks. Seriously, I'm going to make more videos, blog more, and even come up with new ideas, maybe I can figure something out.
Also, one of my co-workers, Allison, and one of her friends,Rachel have this SUPER cute, funny blog that I think you should all follow. She is hilarious and very fashion forward, and her blogs are the epitome of cute. They seem to have a few inside jokes, but not so inside that you don't understand the references to pop culture. I seriously can't stress how cute and funny she is, in real life, and in her blog. Check it out here: Besprinkled!
They (I'm not really sure who "they" are, btw) say that everyone gets 15 minutes of fame, and I want that. I need some success in my life. I feel as if most things I start, I finish, but I'm not entirely successful because I'm not completely satisfied with the outcome.
For example: this blog. I'm not satisfied with the way it has turned out, and I've just stopped posting. I want it to be light, and funny, and instead, it's become heavy and serious.
Back to the fame. This past week was the American Idol tryouts in Austin, Tx. I actually let my friends convince me to dress as Lady GaGa and sing Bad Romance. I'm not a great singer, but my outfit was outrageous! I was hoping that maybe, I could at LEAST get some TV time, but I doubt that I will. I'm not particularly outgoing, and this was a huge step for me. I not only spoke in front of strangers, I SANG! It was amazing and terrible at the same time. I felt as if my knees were going to give out, but I did it. And then... The judges just sat there, looking at me. They didn't even smile, and that was my intention, I meant to be funny, and they didn't see it at all. I was a little embarrassed, but also proud of myself. I had the confidence, for the first time in my life, to do something like this, to be judged, and I was ok, I was still alive, and not any worse for the wear.
Anyways, this airplane slide beer guy makes me remember that I want to be famous. I'm sure that his intention wasn't to be famous, but rather to go out with a bang. I want to live with a bang, instead of just going out with a bang.
I'm going to be working on that bang in the next few weeks. Seriously, I'm going to make more videos, blog more, and even come up with new ideas, maybe I can figure something out.
Also, one of my co-workers, Allison, and one of her friends,Rachel have this SUPER cute, funny blog that I think you should all follow. She is hilarious and very fashion forward, and her blogs are the epitome of cute. They seem to have a few inside jokes, but not so inside that you don't understand the references to pop culture. I seriously can't stress how cute and funny she is, in real life, and in her blog. Check it out here: Besprinkled!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
No Answer
I'm unsure why, but lately I have been thinking alot about what I learned early on in childhood, that still helps me today. At least from experiences. Not really anything that I was taught by someone, but things I learned about myself.
One of my memories, that I don't think I have ever shared with anyone before was of first grade.
I'm not sure anyone who actually reads my blogs will remember her, but my first grade teacher was Mrs. Vega, a very old and cranky teacher.
Random fact #1: My uncle who is like 40ish now had her as his first grade teacher, and he said she had white hair then...
Random fact #2: Mrs. Vega had one of those regular cafeteria chairs with wheels on them for a computer chair. It sat on top of one of those plastic mats that made rolling on carpet easier. Mrs. Vega was a large woman, who I would describe as voluptuous. A good kind of overweight. Like when you hug your grandmother, and you sink in to her, and it's this amazing feeling of comfort and security. One day, she sat on the edge of the chair, it slid out from under her, and she landed on her arm. It was broken, and she started screaming, and my first grade class was terrified. I think it took 30 minutes before one of us realized that we would need to go to the office to get help.
Random fact #3: Mrs. Vega was not a woman to hug. If you cried, she called you a titty baby and offered no form of comfort whatsoever. How this woman ever became a first-grade teacher, I have no idea.
Now you know a little about Mrs. Vega. One day, Mrs. Vega gave a math test. I'm sure that it was some basic addition or subtraction, and I can't remember the exact equation, but I do remember what the answer should have been, and what the answer was.
This was a time when we still had those fold-out posterboard things that you would sit on the desk to prevent prying eyes from copying answers. I remember working and reworking the problem and coming up with the same answer. 2. It was simple. I knew that was the answer. So why wasn't it listed in the multiple choice? Could it be that our teacher made a mistake? Why weren't any of my classmates looking confused? I reworked it again. 2. 2 IS the answer. Why isn't it listed? What am I doing wrong? 3 minutes left... Why can't I get the right answer? I go back and rework the other 9 problems. All correct, or at least have the correct answer listed. What is wrong with me? Why can't I figure this out? I'm the only one that still hasn't handed in my test. 1 minute left? What to do? 2 is the answer... Why can't I find it?
So... A, B, C, and D remained uncircled. I drew a small 2 under the equation, knowing that was the correct answer. Hoping that maybe she would see my test and realize that there had been some sort of mistake.
During quiet time, she called me to her desk. "Shenitta," she said, prounouncing my name incorrectly, "Why didn't you answer the last question?"
"I couldn't find the answer, Mrs. Vega. It was 2. But 2 isn't on there," I replied.
Then Mrs. Vega laughed and told me that yes the answer was on the listed, but it was not two.
My cheeks began to flame, because by this time, other students had started to notice that something was going on, and that Mrs. Vega was laughing at me.
"Mrs. Vega, I don't know what the answer is. I thought it was 2, and I couldn't find it." At this point, I'm completely embarassed, almost to the point of tears because the other students were starting to catch on to my mistake. I hear a snicker, and I can't help but to drop my head in shame.
"Shenitta, look at me when I'm talking to you," she says, derisively. "Are you crying? Quit being a titty baby, the answer is on here." and she points to D.
I still don't understand. That isn't 2. But I KNOW the answer is 2.
She tells me to read D aloud to the class.
"D. none of the above," I say, crying at this point. Everyone laughs, and I am completely ashamed of myself. I have no idea what's going on, why everyone is laughing.
"Why didn't you pick that answer, you titty baby? 2 wasn't on there, so you should have circled that." she said, giggling.
Later that night, when I got home, I told my mom the story. She said that I should have chosen D. She said that since 2 wasn't listed, and the answer was none of the above, I should have circled D.
At this point, I realize my error. But I'm still so confused. Mrs. Vega knew the answer was 2. My mom knew the answer was 2. I knew the answer was 2. So why didn't she write 2 as D, instead of None of the above. I was right, but I got the answer wrong.
Lesson learned: Being right, doesn't always feel good. Other people don't care if you are right, they will still treat you like you are wrong. When the answers aren't provided, looking for them doesn't always mean that you will find them, or that the answers will even be available. Knowing the answer doesn't always help to make sense of the situation either.
Also, if one day, your child is distraught and tells you that the teacher laughed at them, and encouraged the other children to laugh as well, please set up a parent teacher conference.
One of my memories, that I don't think I have ever shared with anyone before was of first grade.
I'm not sure anyone who actually reads my blogs will remember her, but my first grade teacher was Mrs. Vega, a very old and cranky teacher.
Random fact #1: My uncle who is like 40ish now had her as his first grade teacher, and he said she had white hair then...
Random fact #2: Mrs. Vega had one of those regular cafeteria chairs with wheels on them for a computer chair. It sat on top of one of those plastic mats that made rolling on carpet easier. Mrs. Vega was a large woman, who I would describe as voluptuous. A good kind of overweight. Like when you hug your grandmother, and you sink in to her, and it's this amazing feeling of comfort and security. One day, she sat on the edge of the chair, it slid out from under her, and she landed on her arm. It was broken, and she started screaming, and my first grade class was terrified. I think it took 30 minutes before one of us realized that we would need to go to the office to get help.
Random fact #3: Mrs. Vega was not a woman to hug. If you cried, she called you a titty baby and offered no form of comfort whatsoever. How this woman ever became a first-grade teacher, I have no idea.
Now you know a little about Mrs. Vega. One day, Mrs. Vega gave a math test. I'm sure that it was some basic addition or subtraction, and I can't remember the exact equation, but I do remember what the answer should have been, and what the answer was.
This was a time when we still had those fold-out posterboard things that you would sit on the desk to prevent prying eyes from copying answers. I remember working and reworking the problem and coming up with the same answer. 2. It was simple. I knew that was the answer. So why wasn't it listed in the multiple choice? Could it be that our teacher made a mistake? Why weren't any of my classmates looking confused? I reworked it again. 2. 2 IS the answer. Why isn't it listed? What am I doing wrong? 3 minutes left... Why can't I get the right answer? I go back and rework the other 9 problems. All correct, or at least have the correct answer listed. What is wrong with me? Why can't I figure this out? I'm the only one that still hasn't handed in my test. 1 minute left? What to do? 2 is the answer... Why can't I find it?
So... A, B, C, and D remained uncircled. I drew a small 2 under the equation, knowing that was the correct answer. Hoping that maybe she would see my test and realize that there had been some sort of mistake.
During quiet time, she called me to her desk. "Shenitta," she said, prounouncing my name incorrectly, "Why didn't you answer the last question?"
"I couldn't find the answer, Mrs. Vega. It was 2. But 2 isn't on there," I replied.
Then Mrs. Vega laughed and told me that yes the answer was on the listed, but it was not two.
My cheeks began to flame, because by this time, other students had started to notice that something was going on, and that Mrs. Vega was laughing at me.
"Mrs. Vega, I don't know what the answer is. I thought it was 2, and I couldn't find it." At this point, I'm completely embarassed, almost to the point of tears because the other students were starting to catch on to my mistake. I hear a snicker, and I can't help but to drop my head in shame.
"Shenitta, look at me when I'm talking to you," she says, derisively. "Are you crying? Quit being a titty baby, the answer is on here." and she points to D.
I still don't understand. That isn't 2. But I KNOW the answer is 2.
She tells me to read D aloud to the class.
"D. none of the above," I say, crying at this point. Everyone laughs, and I am completely ashamed of myself. I have no idea what's going on, why everyone is laughing.
"Why didn't you pick that answer, you titty baby? 2 wasn't on there, so you should have circled that." she said, giggling.
Later that night, when I got home, I told my mom the story. She said that I should have chosen D. She said that since 2 wasn't listed, and the answer was none of the above, I should have circled D.
At this point, I realize my error. But I'm still so confused. Mrs. Vega knew the answer was 2. My mom knew the answer was 2. I knew the answer was 2. So why didn't she write 2 as D, instead of None of the above. I was right, but I got the answer wrong.
Lesson learned: Being right, doesn't always feel good. Other people don't care if you are right, they will still treat you like you are wrong. When the answers aren't provided, looking for them doesn't always mean that you will find them, or that the answers will even be available. Knowing the answer doesn't always help to make sense of the situation either.
Also, if one day, your child is distraught and tells you that the teacher laughed at them, and encouraged the other children to laugh as well, please set up a parent teacher conference.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
The Story of an Awkward Child
So.. I've been thinking. In order for people to want to follow me, and read my blog, they need to know a little about me....
So why not start at the beginning?
I'm originally from Arkansas. Flippin, Arkansas... Yes, I'm from Flippin, Arkansas. I have two brothers, I'm the oldest.
I was always an awkward girl in school, and I didn't make friends easily. One of my earliest memories from kindergarten in Arkansas was me accidentally kicking one of my more popular classmates in the face.
In the mornings, when we would arrive at school, my class, and other classes were sanctioned off in the gym on different colored mats. The kind that gymnasts use. Ours was a blue mat (our class was the blue class, we all had blue backpacks with our names, and blue ribbons that we had to wear, in case we were separated from our class). This more popular girl and I decided to play horsey, and I was performing my best back leg horsey kick. Finally my chance to fit in! Until I felt my foot connect to something solid. I turn around and her nose is bleeding and her lip was busted. Blood was running down her face. I was blacklisted for my remaining time in Flippin Elementary, which actually wasn't that long, considering I moved around 3 or 4 months after to Texas.
From this time on, I was a student at Orangefield Independant School District. My first day at Orangefield Elementary did not go so well. I arrived, and was frightened. As a child, I was painfully shy, and I knew that chances were, I would be picked on, and not make any friends. My intuition was correct.
At the end of class, while we waited for the school buses, we lined the hallways. I hugged my big blue backpack with my name on it. It smelled like home, and that's where I wanted to be. I noticed a girl across the hall was looking at me. It was a girl from my class.... Hmmm, what was her name? I couldn't remember. She just kept looking at me. I didn't know what was wrong... Was there something on my face?! Then she spoke up.
"Are you a boy?" she asked?
"NO!" I replied, confused as to why she would even ask this.
"Well," she says, as she raises her eyebrow, "your backpack is blue. Blue is a boy's color, so you must be a boy."
She then told everyone down the hall that I was a boy, not a girl. Everyone began to laugh as tears sprang to my eyes. I remembered her name, Ramona(name has been changed).
From then on, I was teased quite a few different times, to the point of tears, until I realized I was a loner. I didn't really have any friends, and I didn't really need them. I had a great imagination, and I was happy for the most part.
I didn't really make any real friends until the fourth grade, and it was definitely not because of any help from the teachers (I have another story I will be posting soon about a 1st grade incident where my teacher mortified me in front of all my classmates, and that sealed the deal for me not making friends).
In fourth grade, everyone in the class was paired up. Girls next to girls and boys next to boys. Except for me. I was next to a very shy quiet boy, who was pretty nice, actually, but still I was an outcast. One day, about halfway through the year, a new girl came to our class. She was a chubby little thing, and so cute! She had the curliest hair you had ever seen, and the teacher paired her up with me! Her name was Rachel (this is her real name, we are still friends, and I'm sure that she wouldn't mind me using it).
I was SO excited! This was my chance to make a friend who had not been influenced by others to think I was uncool! Until of course, Angelique (again name is changed) spoke up. She tried to monopolize Rachel's lunch time, asking her all sorts of questions about her school, and telling her all the cool and uncool things to do at our school.
We went back to class, and I was beginning to think that my fragile chance at making Rachel my best friend had shattered. We partnered up for an art assignment, and Rachel and I had some time to talk. We made up cartoon characters to popular songs, I guess parodies, I don't really technically know how to explain what we decided to do. Rachel started to draw some sort of triangle, and I told her it resembled a Nacho chip. And she told me to draw something on the triangle, so I drew some eyes and a mouth. She drew arms and legs. We called him Nacho Man. And then, of course we had an epiphany (the only sort you can have when you are 9 years old)! Nacho man sounds like Macho Man (does anyone actually remember the song, Macho Man by the Village People??) to us, this was hilarious. We began laughing so hard that tears came to our eyes as we sang, "Nacho, Nacho Man! I want to be a Nacho Man!" and until our teacher threatened to separate us.
At recess, Angelique walked up to Rachel and informed her of the most uncool thing to do at Orangefield, befriending me. Apparently, they (Angelique's followers) were willing to forgive Rachel for this innocent oversight.
Rachel, turned and looked at me and looked at Angelique, and then looked at me again. "It's ok," I muttered, "you can be their friend if you want."
Rachel turned back to Angelique, and to this day, I cannot ever remember a time when I was so surprised by such a mature decision from a 9 year old.
"She seems nice, and she's funny. I'm gonna be friends with her. If you don't want to be friends with us, then you're a butthead."
Immediately thereafter, Angelique told our teacher that Rachel called her a butt-head and Rachel was reprimanded, but it wasn't too severe/
To this day, Rachel and I are still friends. She is an amazing girl, and a steadfast friend through thick and thin.
For now, I need to retire for the night, but I will attempt to post again tomorrow about Junior High adventures, and maybe even my 1st grade teacher incident.
Thanks!
So why not start at the beginning?
I'm originally from Arkansas. Flippin, Arkansas... Yes, I'm from Flippin, Arkansas. I have two brothers, I'm the oldest.
I was always an awkward girl in school, and I didn't make friends easily. One of my earliest memories from kindergarten in Arkansas was me accidentally kicking one of my more popular classmates in the face.
In the mornings, when we would arrive at school, my class, and other classes were sanctioned off in the gym on different colored mats. The kind that gymnasts use. Ours was a blue mat (our class was the blue class, we all had blue backpacks with our names, and blue ribbons that we had to wear, in case we were separated from our class). This more popular girl and I decided to play horsey, and I was performing my best back leg horsey kick. Finally my chance to fit in! Until I felt my foot connect to something solid. I turn around and her nose is bleeding and her lip was busted. Blood was running down her face. I was blacklisted for my remaining time in Flippin Elementary, which actually wasn't that long, considering I moved around 3 or 4 months after to Texas.
From this time on, I was a student at Orangefield Independant School District. My first day at Orangefield Elementary did not go so well. I arrived, and was frightened. As a child, I was painfully shy, and I knew that chances were, I would be picked on, and not make any friends. My intuition was correct.
At the end of class, while we waited for the school buses, we lined the hallways. I hugged my big blue backpack with my name on it. It smelled like home, and that's where I wanted to be. I noticed a girl across the hall was looking at me. It was a girl from my class.... Hmmm, what was her name? I couldn't remember. She just kept looking at me. I didn't know what was wrong... Was there something on my face?! Then she spoke up.
"Are you a boy?" she asked?
"NO!" I replied, confused as to why she would even ask this.
"Well," she says, as she raises her eyebrow, "your backpack is blue. Blue is a boy's color, so you must be a boy."
She then told everyone down the hall that I was a boy, not a girl. Everyone began to laugh as tears sprang to my eyes. I remembered her name, Ramona(name has been changed).
From then on, I was teased quite a few different times, to the point of tears, until I realized I was a loner. I didn't really have any friends, and I didn't really need them. I had a great imagination, and I was happy for the most part.
I didn't really make any real friends until the fourth grade, and it was definitely not because of any help from the teachers (I have another story I will be posting soon about a 1st grade incident where my teacher mortified me in front of all my classmates, and that sealed the deal for me not making friends).
In fourth grade, everyone in the class was paired up. Girls next to girls and boys next to boys. Except for me. I was next to a very shy quiet boy, who was pretty nice, actually, but still I was an outcast. One day, about halfway through the year, a new girl came to our class. She was a chubby little thing, and so cute! She had the curliest hair you had ever seen, and the teacher paired her up with me! Her name was Rachel (this is her real name, we are still friends, and I'm sure that she wouldn't mind me using it).
I was SO excited! This was my chance to make a friend who had not been influenced by others to think I was uncool! Until of course, Angelique (again name is changed) spoke up. She tried to monopolize Rachel's lunch time, asking her all sorts of questions about her school, and telling her all the cool and uncool things to do at our school.
We went back to class, and I was beginning to think that my fragile chance at making Rachel my best friend had shattered. We partnered up for an art assignment, and Rachel and I had some time to talk. We made up cartoon characters to popular songs, I guess parodies, I don't really technically know how to explain what we decided to do. Rachel started to draw some sort of triangle, and I told her it resembled a Nacho chip. And she told me to draw something on the triangle, so I drew some eyes and a mouth. She drew arms and legs. We called him Nacho Man. And then, of course we had an epiphany (the only sort you can have when you are 9 years old)! Nacho man sounds like Macho Man (does anyone actually remember the song, Macho Man by the Village People??) to us, this was hilarious. We began laughing so hard that tears came to our eyes as we sang, "Nacho, Nacho Man! I want to be a Nacho Man!" and until our teacher threatened to separate us.
At recess, Angelique walked up to Rachel and informed her of the most uncool thing to do at Orangefield, befriending me. Apparently, they (Angelique's followers) were willing to forgive Rachel for this innocent oversight.
Rachel, turned and looked at me and looked at Angelique, and then looked at me again. "It's ok," I muttered, "you can be their friend if you want."
Rachel turned back to Angelique, and to this day, I cannot ever remember a time when I was so surprised by such a mature decision from a 9 year old.
"She seems nice, and she's funny. I'm gonna be friends with her. If you don't want to be friends with us, then you're a butthead."
Immediately thereafter, Angelique told our teacher that Rachel called her a butt-head and Rachel was reprimanded, but it wasn't too severe/
To this day, Rachel and I are still friends. She is an amazing girl, and a steadfast friend through thick and thin.
For now, I need to retire for the night, but I will attempt to post again tomorrow about Junior High adventures, and maybe even my 1st grade teacher incident.
Thanks!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
hmmm
Here's the problem I'm attempting to deal with at the moment. I have too much to write about. I want to write about everything. I also want to use a shorter blog name, so I'm thinking of going with Cupcakes and Unicorns, which is my Etsy store name as well.
I need to take pictures and design my blog, I don't like the whole plain look, but I have a little black rain cloud in the creativity portion of my brain. I know what I want to do, but I'm not sure how to accomplish everything. I need to just man-up and figure it out, instead of whining about it.
I did get my model and his hounds based and glossed, so I have at least accomplished that. And I promise that my next post will have pictures of this small feat. I also added tiny mushrooms, a stump and some flowers the bases, because I didnt like the plain grass look...
So, I'm sorry for not posting frequently. I'm still trying to figure out if I want to make seperate pages for each subject, or just post them all on the same one... Thanks for being patient.
I need to take pictures and design my blog, I don't like the whole plain look, but I have a little black rain cloud in the creativity portion of my brain. I know what I want to do, but I'm not sure how to accomplish everything. I need to just man-up and figure it out, instead of whining about it.
I did get my model and his hounds based and glossed, so I have at least accomplished that. And I promise that my next post will have pictures of this small feat. I also added tiny mushrooms, a stump and some flowers the bases, because I didnt like the plain grass look...
So, I'm sorry for not posting frequently. I'm still trying to figure out if I want to make seperate pages for each subject, or just post them all on the same one... Thanks for being patient.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Zombies, Goblins, and Ghouls... Oh my!
Yesterday, instead of spending my time pimping out my blog (like I had previously suggested), I finished painting my model Orion (Link), and started on his hounds.
I painted the model before I assembled him, in order to be able to paint more detail. I'm pretty happy with the finished product. Well, except that I received some constructive criticism yesterday about highlighting his features. Now, I will teach myself highlighting and more than likely obsess and still not be completely satisfied.
I will post more photos of the finished model as soon as I finish the base details. Because I like to go beyond what is expected, I'm going to be adding tiny mushrooms to the base. I made these using polymer clay and will (hopefully) bake and paint them tonight.
Last night, was our second round of Dungeons & Dragons (I already feel like a huge nerd, telling people that I play D&D). We played from around 8:30pm until 4:30am, which left me exhausted and too tired to post. My character is an Elven Ranger, which means that I have a longbow, and I'm kinda wimpy. I'm more of a stay in the shadows and shoot kind of character. We also have a Cleric, a Sword Mage, and a Fighter. Last night we had a magician as well, for a couple of the encounters, because a friend showed up.
As for food, well last night was leftover spaghetti and meatballs from the night before, and tonight we met some of Chris's family out for dinner. Crawfish! FINALLY! I've been craving them for two months now... They were delicious, and I'm so full...
In crafting news, I've been commissioned by a friend to create a necklace, and I'm pretty excited about it. I'm too tired to start tonight, but maybe I will get a start on drawing it up, or at least thinking it through tomorrow.
I hope all of you are having great weekends!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Introduction
My name is Sheritta, and my boyfriend is Chris. Chris is 40, and works with computers all day. He spends alot of time playing video games, and most of his weekends playing board games or role playing games. I like spending time with Chris, so I decided to give these things a try, and I will readily admit that these games are fun!
Chris has an XBOX 360, and some of his favorite games consist of Fallout 3, Mass Effect, and BioShock. On Valentine's day, Chris decided that he was going to start me on a game called Dragon Age: Origins (Here is a link!) Dragon Age is a RPG where you get to customize your own character and even choose your history. The game has dragons and magic, elves and dwarves, and it's a little embarassing to admit that I've spent probably over 50 hours in the game. I've since finished Dragon Age, and have started Mass Effect(Link!), a RPG based in the future. It's pretty cool, and if you haven't heard about, I suggest you check it out. Again, it's a game where you can customize your background and your character, and your goals usually judgement calls.
Chris also plays games on the weekends with his friends, these games range from mainstream board games like Trivial Pursuit, Monopoly, and Clue, to rpg games that include Descent (link), Arkham Horror (link), and Dungeons and Dragons (4th Edition, Chris tells me). I've only played these games once, so I can't give a proper opinion other than I had fun with the people I played with, and I would need to play each again to better understand the games.
Most recently, Chris brought out his huge box of miniatures (seriously, there are over 100, maybe even 300 or so!) for a game called Warhammer (link). Most of these pieces were white, black or grey. Chris informed me that the grey miniatures have not been primed. The white and black ones are primed, and ready to be painted. He showed me how to paint them, and then basically gave me free reign to paint them however I wanted. I like to paint, I like to create things with my hands, but I've never before painted a miniature. We started with zombies and I worked my way up to vampires.
Apparently I have a knack for painting miniatures, or at least painting detail. Chris was amazed, and that made me happy. So I agreed to start playing. Chris let me look through the books, and the miniatures I like the most are the Wood Elves. They each have a lot of detail with tiny vines and leaves, and to me, this will be a challenge, but fun to paint.
There seems to be such a stigma attached to nerds and rpgs and playing games, and I'm hoping that maybe I can change that for some people, at least for some girls. These guys NEED more girls playing games, and I want to encourage more girls to get involved.
I LOVE cooking. I love trying new recipes, and reinventing favorites. I hardly ever completely follow a recipe, and I think that says something about who I am. Tonight was Spaghetti and Meatballs, slightly reinvented. Chris thinks I'm a Casserole Queen, and he is the Royal Taste Tester... He usually loves everything I make, and every now and then he even has a little pointer or two (a little pepper, less water, etc).
I also love crafting. I like making things that are pretty or nerdy, and occasionally the two will meet. I sculpt (using Sculpey), make jewelry (earrings, hair accessories, etc) paint, and sew (Chris bought a sewing maching for my birthday!). I have an Etsy account: Cupcakes and Unicorns!
This blog will most likely include my adventures from cooking, crafting, and gaming with Chris. And it might also include random things, so be prepared.
Chris has an XBOX 360, and some of his favorite games consist of Fallout 3, Mass Effect, and BioShock. On Valentine's day, Chris decided that he was going to start me on a game called Dragon Age: Origins (Here is a link!) Dragon Age is a RPG where you get to customize your own character and even choose your history. The game has dragons and magic, elves and dwarves, and it's a little embarassing to admit that I've spent probably over 50 hours in the game. I've since finished Dragon Age, and have started Mass Effect(Link!), a RPG based in the future. It's pretty cool, and if you haven't heard about, I suggest you check it out. Again, it's a game where you can customize your background and your character, and your goals usually judgement calls.
Chris also plays games on the weekends with his friends, these games range from mainstream board games like Trivial Pursuit, Monopoly, and Clue, to rpg games that include Descent (link), Arkham Horror (link), and Dungeons and Dragons (4th Edition, Chris tells me). I've only played these games once, so I can't give a proper opinion other than I had fun with the people I played with, and I would need to play each again to better understand the games.
Most recently, Chris brought out his huge box of miniatures (seriously, there are over 100, maybe even 300 or so!) for a game called Warhammer (link). Most of these pieces were white, black or grey. Chris informed me that the grey miniatures have not been primed. The white and black ones are primed, and ready to be painted. He showed me how to paint them, and then basically gave me free reign to paint them however I wanted. I like to paint, I like to create things with my hands, but I've never before painted a miniature. We started with zombies and I worked my way up to vampires.
Apparently I have a knack for painting miniatures, or at least painting detail. Chris was amazed, and that made me happy. So I agreed to start playing. Chris let me look through the books, and the miniatures I like the most are the Wood Elves. They each have a lot of detail with tiny vines and leaves, and to me, this will be a challenge, but fun to paint.
There seems to be such a stigma attached to nerds and rpgs and playing games, and I'm hoping that maybe I can change that for some people, at least for some girls. These guys NEED more girls playing games, and I want to encourage more girls to get involved.
I LOVE cooking. I love trying new recipes, and reinventing favorites. I hardly ever completely follow a recipe, and I think that says something about who I am. Tonight was Spaghetti and Meatballs, slightly reinvented. Chris thinks I'm a Casserole Queen, and he is the Royal Taste Tester... He usually loves everything I make, and every now and then he even has a little pointer or two (a little pepper, less water, etc).
I also love crafting. I like making things that are pretty or nerdy, and occasionally the two will meet. I sculpt (using Sculpey), make jewelry (earrings, hair accessories, etc) paint, and sew (Chris bought a sewing maching for my birthday!). I have an Etsy account: Cupcakes and Unicorns!
This blog will most likely include my adventures from cooking, crafting, and gaming with Chris. And it might also include random things, so be prepared.
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