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Gamers – A Love Story

January 25, 2010

One of the great things about this blog is that I can confess secrets and get things off my chest.  In the past I have openly admitted to have certain addictions. Whether it’s books or mindless and pointless games. 

Well once again it seems my pathetic will power has fallen prey to yet another game.  I might as well get this out there… my name is Becky and I am addicted to Farmville on Facebook.

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Zynga Farmville Facebook

Are you a farmer?  Do you don your overalls and plow that land? 

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It’s a very simple and darn cute game. You plant seeds and then harvest them when they are grown. From there you get money which can lead to bigger farms, more animals, huge houses… the sky’s the limit! You also play with others who become your “neighbors.”  Two of my best neighbors are loved ones. (Sorry Mom and Matt but if I’m going down, you’re coming with me!)

Each seed you plant has a certain time before you harvest.  If you wait too long, they wither. THE HORROR!   Earlier this month when Matt was on the cruise he knew he wouldn’t have much, if any, internet access. Being the loving girlfriend I am, I asked in all seriousness, “Honey, do you want me to farm for you?” He replied, in all seriousness, “Sure. That would be great.” So with that conversation and an exchange of passwords (talk about TRUST!) I began my week away from my beloved; farming for him.

I didn’t think much of this co-dependence until Shelly and I were emailing during the week Matt was gone.

Me: I got an email from Matt this morning! He hasn’t fallen overboard!

Shelly: YAY! How the heck is he playing Farmville or whatever on that boat?

Me: That would be his girlfriend farming for him.  And playing Petville for him

Shelly: LMAO. You’re kidding me?!?

That was the moment it hit me. Is this not normal? Has this addiction gone too far? Is this like when an alcoholic puts brandy in their morning coffee thinking that it’s OK until someone gives them that concerned furrowed brow?

A wave of embarrassment flooded over me. An intense feeling of massive dork-dom. I knew something had to change. Something drastic. And so I gave myself a talking to and a hard look in the mirror and I changed.  For the better.

Oh, I still farmed for Matt with much pride at his glorious farm. I just stopped publishing anything that had to do with Farmville and therefore hiding all the evidence. You see, you can take the perception of the addict away but you can’t take the Farm girl off the Farm.

By the way, if any of you are on Facebook and farm, BE MY NEIGHBOR!  I only need 1 more neighbor to get the blue ribbon!

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“Thank you Sally!”

August 14, 2009

I am a terrible person. I have so much to do including uploading pictures from “BlogHer Madison Style” and posting about it. And of course there is the ever growing pile of laundry and that pesky child of mine that needs to be fed. But I can’t help myself. I’m obsessed. Over a woman no less. She’s just so cute and feisty I can’t help myself.

I love me some Sally.

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Have you met her before?

She has this Spa and you have to make sure to make all the customers happy. If you do that you make more money and with more money you can buy new things and with new things you can make customers happy who will then tip you more and… WHOA. Breathing is important.

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Because in all true addictions you have to blame someone (right?) I blame this solely on Cousin Sister Amy. When she was here for Camp, she showed me this cute little app on her iPhone and said “Oh have you ever played ‘Sally Spa‘? You have to! It’s so much fun.”

Well then my mother just had to run out and get an iTouch. Because really the poor woman only has one desktop, two laptops, a Wii, and a palm so duh, of course she NEEDED an iTouch. And then once again that Amy girl had to open her big mouth and say, “Aunt Natalie, you have to add Sally Spa!”

My mother did, I played it once and that ladies and gentlemen was all she wrote. The fat lady sang loud and clear. I was hooked.

I found myself asking to go over to my parents house just so I could get my hands on “Mr. Touch.” I fought with my kid on who’s turn it was. Mature Parent of One? Your table is now available.

Because my poor poor mother had no time on her OWN new toy she suggested we buy and download the game on our PC’s. Which was pretty much like taking an alcoholic into an open bar with free booze that never closes.

And that is how, my dear friends, last night, after playing for, oh, I don’t know, one million hours I finally went to bed at one million o’clock with both hands and forearms in massive Carpal Tunnel pain. That’s the downside of being ambidextrous… I was switching between hands, depending on which one hurt less. Therefore this post has taken me 3.5 hours to write because I’m pecking it out with my chin. I have never been more envious of Jay Leno.

Like all obsessions I promise I’ll get a grip. But if I don’t answer your emails, don’t play my turn on Lexulous or don’t come to the door when you knock, it’s because I have 5 customers who are waiting to get into the sauna and don’t even get me started on how many are waiting to check out!!!

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