Love/Hate relationship

I have issues. Yeah, yeah, don't we all. BUT...These issues are ragged and painful and more often than not get me in big trouble with the man I share my life with.


I am going to share but don't take offense at my opinions, friends, as they are just that, mine. Mine and mine alone. Don't harbor ill will for me if you don't agree, just do as any good girlfriend would do and shake your head and say .....'oh, you poor thing'...MmmK?!

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I am a pretty easy going gal. I maintain calm on all levels most of the time. There are few things that make by blood boil. Very few issues, bring up the bile. That is, until, you turn on the computer/video games. Let me tell you, I get full on vehement, when the games go on.

My man is a gamer. A game-a-bob. He is passionate about video games. He wastes spends all of his free time on video games. He flies planes, sails ships, spawns and morphs. For hours on end. Daily. Well, to be fair almost daily.

Ahem.

We are a one computer family and my blogging only suffers a little.


Call me crazy. And hypocritical, really, it's OK for me to have computer time but not anyone else in the family. well yeah That isn't the case really. If my family were writing/researching instead of just gaping at the computer, I wouldn't mind. As much. It's just that I hate, HATE!! video games with a passion. Name anything about them and I guarantee that I abhor it.

Ay, there's the rub.

My hubby loves. LOVES. his video games.

This breaks my heart. My heart, that was born in the wrong century. Obviously.

So, call me old fashioned or technically challenged. Or both. But, the whole idea behind video games, makes me sick. For crying out loud, if you want to "play"(virtually) golf with your kid, then for Pete's sake take the kid out to play golf. You want to fight and kill and sneak around in the dark hunting things.....then get off your a$ and GO do it.


Even the argument of getting a Wii is lost on me. Moot.

'It's a workout! You can bowl. You can dance.'

Well then for the love of God... get up and workout, put a freaking bowling ball in that grubby little hand and go to! Turn up the volume and dance till you can't dance no more!!

Put down the FLIPPING controller and not one gets hurt!

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Every day, as I watch my family stare blankly into the screen, I have passionate visions of massive bonfires in my driveway. Fires in which all of the disks, systems and controllers are all exploding into flames. Then, once the ashes have cooled, I will drive over the whole mess in my jacked up Scout, (the one I look so dang cute driving) back and forth till there is nothing but dust left. Then I will hand out the baseball gloves and we will all live happily ever after....


Yeah, I have issues.