Is it my left side with the droopy eyelid, or my right side with the sticky out ear? Actually, I’m referring to my competitive nature…

Back when we were cutesy and dating Hunny and I played some playstation games together: golf, worms: non-combat type things. I’d start out okay but then I’d quickly get frustrated at my inability to master the controllers, annoyed at loosing all the time. Hunny has been playing PC and playstation games for years, obviously he’ll be better at this than me (not even counting in that he’s naturally gifted at just about everything!), but after a hour or so I was so wound up and irritated that we’d stop playing.

I was naive enough to think that the Wii would be a leveler. New platform, different and more intuitive controllers, we’d be starting from the same base so perhaps my natural talents (haven’t found them yet!) would finally start to show themselves and I could win something for a change. Not so. I spent 4 hours on Tuesday honing my skills on my own, but two sets into our first game of Tennis later that evening and he’s thrashing me all over again. He hits harder, learns quicker, reacts faster and my poor little Mii is eating his Mii’s dust

That brings on my sulks all over again. This should be something we can do together, but I just don’t handle constantly loosing very well. What do I do? Make Hunny play left handed so I can win? There’s no victory in that either … *sigh* Any suggestions?

Still on the subject of the Wii, Hunny has our households first Wiinjury (Wii injury). His shoulder is “a bit funky” this morning, he thinks from playing baseball on the Wii. Actually, there might be an angle there. If he gets a few more injuries maybe I’ll get the upper hand

And still on the subject of my Hunny: Happy Wellingtons day my lovely husband. You’re still my best Wellington ever.

I like the idea that my blog makes no attempt to hide who I am. I didn’t set out with that in mind, but when my Hubby registered domains for us both he didn’t leave me an option really! Taking responsibility for everything I publish on this blog makes me feel quite noble. Because of the domain name thing any one of my family members (well, maybe not my Dad, he’s technology illiterate) or friends could find this blog, and if they read it I’m quite sure they wouldn’t find too much that would surprise them.

Some days though I do wish I had an anonymous blog that I could spill my unkind and traitorous thoughts onto. I do have them: ugly jealousy, bitter self-pity, raw anger and soul-squashing depression are parts of who I am also. Not my favorite parts, and I’m continually working on keeping them at a minimum, but parts of me that not everyone wants or needs to know about.

Obviously I could start another blog that gives no indication of me as it’s creator, but I don’t get around to updating this one often enough so having two would just be impractical. Which means that for now my evil thoughts will roll around in the privacy of my car and the seclusion of my head. I hope they don’t rot the upholstery ….