My daughter’s August birthday will be next week. My eldest granddaughter Bright Eyes has planned this birthday party for Mommy for the past two years, starting when she was six years old. Dada was always involved and little sister Sunshine made out of the loop. She cannot keep a secret, ever. Only as party neared was Sunshine allowed to help with food supplies.
This year is different. Bright Eyes will be in Fourth Grade in September, and this party is more sophisticated: it will be an on-line party hosted by Bright Eyes and Sunshine, and arranged through the World of WarCraft, juvenile version..
The girls have reservations to hold the party in the city of Storm Wind, with the blessing of the Alliance. Actually, there will be two parties: one in the Realms of Echo Isle and the other in Silver Hand.
There will be non-alcoholic beer (apparently some of the goblins interacted negatively with the gnomes last party). There will be fireworks and fortune cards from Sage.
That is so “old school”, I have been told, by Bright Eyes. After all, she is almost 9 now.
I have not been invited. This is a re-post from 2012. You have no idea how many times I have been an observer of either Bright Eyes or Sunshine when they play their own games. I didn't develop my own character (mainly because they didn't let me, which is just as well) since I wouldn't be online playing against anyone. Bright Eyes was born November 22, making younger than other students. But Bright Eyes always holds her own, in fact, she rules and dominates. Brilliant child.
There are very few TV programs I enjoy. My husband is an-almost-indiscriminant watcher of TV. He loves having a DVR, and records anything that might be about poker, the Universe, Black Holes, science fiction, golf, physics/math/chemistry, earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis…well, you can see his mind bent.
For me, TV viewing needs to have certain parameters:
No car chases
No formulaic plot line
No gratuitous near-nudity
No thinly veiled political correctness
So far I have effectively eliminated almost every show on TV. That leaves very few choices.
Fortunately there are the food related programs namely "Cake Boss".
Hoboken, New Jersey, here I come! For there, I will find Carlos’ Bakery and meet the man of my dreams: Buddy.
Buddy, how I thrill at the thought of your Italian pastries! Oh, I long to bite into the flaky, creamy custard filled ‘lobster tail’ that is made with obscene amounts of butter and cream. I want to stand in front of the glass case that is filled with delightful creations, and hear your sister Mary yell out, “Well, are you gonna buy somethin’, or you wanta just drool?”
Oh, Buddy, I want to sit across the table from you and order the most incredible, impossible cake and see what you create. You made the Zombie cake today, and my heart nearly stopped. Your tribute to the circus world was pure artistry.