Today I am excited because this game, Too Human, comes out tomorrow and I have been looking forward to it for about 6 months or so. Terry is going to pick up our copies after work and then once I get home…I’m going to make us some quick Boboli pizza for dinner and then we’re going to have a blast playing it.
In Too Human, the Norse gods are cybernetically enhanced humans. Baldur, son of Odin, is one of these gods and it is his duty to protect the human race from an onslaught of an advancing machine presence determined to eradicate all human life.
Last night I scrapbooked. Just a fun page to get me back into the feel of it. After finishing that scrapbook for the 4H Camp last week I hadn’t been feeling too much like doing it at all. That scrapbook wasn’t a huge undertaking, per se, just 20 pages, but I did them all in just a few days. That really wiped me out.
So I did a page about me last night. I really liked how it came out. It’s a page talking about how I don’t see myself as beautiful. Let me know what you think of it.
Oh, and as promised…more pictures of the PUGGADOOS! (That’s my pet name for them as a collective entity). I took pictures of them as I walked out the door this morning. And I played with a bunch of features and filters in Photoshop, which is why they look like old photos. Or crappy photos, depending on your point of view. The photo captions are from Rukia’s point of view.
The first picture – you can see little Rukia with her paws on the edge of something. That is a coffee table turned on it’s side. That is what we use instead of a baby gate to keep them in the kitchen. This isn’t because we’re cheap or lazy. Although we are both those things. We actually do this because that’s a diagonal opening and it’s like 7 feet. We have yet to find a baby gate that spans that. It’s not actually that tall. Poley can easily jump over it. But he won’t. I think he likes staying in the kitchen because Rukia’s in there.
In the next shot you see her taking off, like Michael Phelps from the wall. Quick as lightening she’s attacking him. That’s just how she rolls. See her new collar? That’s her FIFTH collar. I don’t know if she rips them off, or Poley does. But we keep finding them on the ground all chewed up. But this one, has actually lasted the longest; turquoise leather with dainty little studs. We thought it befit her badass chick vibe. If she were a human, she would totally be Angelina Jolie.
Here’s my babies again. Poley looking adorable like usual. Look how big he’s grown! All grown up at nineteen pounds. And Rukia was last weighed in at 9 pounds, but I think she might be closer to 10 by now. Here’s she’s licking her face. I don’t know why. Pugs do that a lot. Probally food caught in her face folds! Ha!
Last photo. The pugs looking very serious here. Giving me the very INTENT stare that only pugs and dictators can manage. In this photo you can see the deepening sorrow that filled their tender little hearts as they realized I would soon be walking out the door, crushing them with the gnawing emptiness that surely must overcome them while bereft of my presence.
Just kidding, guys. No hate mail. I tossed them each a beef-flavored rawhite chew and they ran off. Rukia dropped hers and promptly stole Napoleon’s. Thus ensued a crazy pug fight and I slipped out of the house completely unnoticed.