Friday, January 1, 2010

How I got here: an unexpected love story

For Christmas of 2006, my brother got me an MMO called City of Heroes. It was one that he and his wife enjoyed playing, and since I had recently upgraded to cable internet, he thought I should be having fun with it as well.

Initially, I didn't load the game. He called me and said, "Hey, why aren't you on yet? You get a free trial with it so you should at least check it out...." Ok fine, around the time of the Valentine's Day event I put it on and he helped me get set up. I had a bit of fun meandering over the city with my newly-created stone tanker, Brawlita. I died a lot and didn't team much with others, except for my bad-influence brother.

Eventually I teamed with a toon (character played by an actual person) named Nopalita. It was funny that our names both ended in lita - I'm curious now if that is why she picked me to play with. She was a small toon, mostly green, with the powers of spines and spikes protruding from her back (fighting class: scrapper). Spike + green = nopales, hence the name. I probably met her when I was around level 20 or so; she invited me to her super group, where I met others to play with. We also could team up with members of our coaliton, and it was here I met Forrest Tiger.

Why the two R's in his name? Even he doesn't know. He teamed with some other friends of ours in a large group of players called a coalition. I ended up teamed with him quite a bit, though usually with several other players.

One time he typed something in the chat box like, "BRB, need more music!" I sent him a 'tell' (private message), asking him what he was listening to. "Lacuna Coil," he typed back. OH REALLY.... considering they were a band I really liked a lot, I was interested to find out more. So we 'telled' back-and-forth a bit, at first about music and later about where we lived, etc.

I grew to really enjoy logging onto City of Heroes and seeing that he was on. We started teaming together quite a bit, sometimes just the 2 of us but usually still with friends. I grew to really like what I saw of his personality and sense of humor - never crude or mean-spirited, often silly. We shared a few personal details through chatting, such as his having had cancer and that neither of us were seeing anyone. We found out our age difference, exchanged Myspace details, and that we lived about 1,700 miles apart.

Ozzy Ozbourne is responsible for us finally meeting "in real life!" We would have met eventually, I'm sure, but it just so happens that Ozzfest was free in 2007, but we had a dilemma: Ozzfest was not coming to Minnesota, and while it was coming to WA, I had no one to go with me. I half-jokingly typed, "Hey, you should fly over and attend Ozzfest with me!" He types back, "Ok." I then thought, "ACK! What have I done?!" While I did kind of want to meet him, it meant that he, a person I'd not yet met in real life, would be coming to stay with me for a week. What if we didn't get a long? What if there was no chemistry? What if (like everyone's mom likes to say) he was a bad guy?

Well he came over in July of 2007, and after a few days of initial skittishness, we became a lot closer. By the time he had to go back to Minnesota, it was pretty well-established that we liked each other. He flew over to WA to see me about every 1.5 months - the times in between his visits were hard for both of us.

Eventually the realization came that one of us was going to have to move.

He thought I should move over there with him, but I wasn't willing to without a serious committment, as in marriage. I know that marriage is not a necessity for couples to be committed to each other, but IN MY OWN experience, that 'co-habitation' (hate that term) thing never worked out. I would be giving up my job of 7 years, the closeness of my friends and family, and the gorgeousness of Washington for the unknown. I wanted something in return from him in exchange for all that I was giving up.

So about 6 months after we met, he proposed. That was one of the few times in my life I'd been shocked speechless. It was incredible to me really; I had always been one of those who kind of scoffed at marriage, until I met THIS guy. I woke up the next morning and was like, "Whoah... did that really happen?!" Since it was a spur-of-the-moment act for him, he hadn't come prepared with a ring or anything.

I chose to move to MN to be with him rather than him coming to WA for a few reasons. One is that his job had a greater career potential, while mine was just a job. Secondly, an ex-bf of mine knew where I lived and had the annoying habit of showing up occasionally (in fact, he showed up the week before I got married; didn't talk to him much, as I was HORRIBLY ill with food poisoning from the MN airport food). I just didn't want any ties to former relationships nearby - I felt to truly make this work on my end, I needed a fresh start. Otherwise, if things started getting the slightest bit sticky, I could have bailed a lot more easily than I could now.

I don't regret doing it this way, but I sure do miss my friends and family back in WA.

On writing

I am not a professional writer. I am not even much of a regular writer, by any means.

I did fairly well in high school English classes, excelled in college language-based classes (English 101 and Technical Writing), and this second time around at college I've received an A in Creative Writing. Boy, did I hate that class... nothing like being forced to write to make one feel uncreative!

You will never see me confuse the use of their/there/they're, nor you're/your. You may occasionally see an improper comma placement. I am not 100% certain I have apostrophes down, but I do know that the word thanks does not need an apostrophe (i.e. thank's... yes, I have seen this done before).

It seems that with the growth of the internet has come the withering of language skills. It's either that or prior to the internet, I had nowhere near the exposure to written material that I do now. Before the internet, what was there? Books, magazines, newspapers... now we have blogs, and access to thousands upon thousands of articles about varying things at the click of a mouse.

If you see a glaring error, please send me a private note and let me know. I will look into it and fix it then. It can only help my writing to learn from others.

Why I've started this blog

It is just after midnight on the first day of 2010.

Prior to starting this, my only blogging experience had been on Myspace. Only my friends over there could view it, while this one will be open to whomever stumbles across it. I will also be directing certain friends and relatives to its location, so they can read it if they so choose.

Myspace is pretty much a ghost town these days; also, my blogs over there were rarely commented on, so that led me to believe they weren't being read either. I think over on Myspace, a lot of the blog update postings get lost in all the spam that comes in the activity feed. This includes all the stupid surveys, which include such important questions as, "When you take a shower, what body part do you wash first?" (Good God, who CARES?!), also updates from apps such as Mafia Wars. I really don't like logging in and finding a dozen "Myspace friend has attacked their friend in Mafia Wars!" I tried to use the 'block app' link that was posted, but it was not active.

I am also on Facebook, which does not have a blogging feature (among the many features it does not have that Myspace does). There are some people on Facebook I am only friends with due to their relation or friendship with my husband - not all of them will be clued in about my ramblings.

I moved here in August 2008 to be with my brand-new husband, Bucky. This blog will mainly be about the differences between Washington (where I grew up) and Minnesota. These differences will include weather, manners, driving, politics, plant life, etc. Contrary to the blog's title, there ARE some nice things here, but I thought it was a nice play on the phrase of "Minnesota nice" (Google it). "Minnesota nice" is apparently not what I thought it was when I moved here - that is, it's not a compliment. To me, Minnesota Nice meant that the residents were, well... nice. Polite, friendly, not quick-tempered. In reading up on it, it seems that Minnesota Nice means that someone is pretending to be nice, while inside they are boiling like a big pot of lutefisk. Here is one explanation:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minnesota_nice
I'm sticking with the blog title, as I often feel I don't fit in with Minnesota nice stereotypes - I'm not one to be fake polite or stifle my negative feelings and pretend everything is "Just great, you betcha!" This may be to my detriment, but I come from a group of people who isn't shy about saying what they feel.

I would like to set up sub-categories for other subjects of interest, such as book reviews, music, cooking, etc. As I am a noob, I do not know yet if this is possible.