The Week That Was

Tsk, tsk. Been blog-hopping again and saw several posts on deelish food and here I am, hankering for shellfish pasta. Tsk, tsk. What a shame because it's barely been an hour since I ate breakfast. What's new, right?

I've been away for quite some time, this blog is starting to give me the cold shoulder. I've been spending more time with its neighbor (aka Facebook hahaha), you see. My farm has prospered so much I was able to buy a small house and a magenta-painted barn, which is such a cutie I couldn't stop staring at it. My daughter told me she couldn't wait to become a grown-up so she can have a Facebook account and she can play Farm Town, lol.

Other highlights of my week include having watched Dave Matthews Band's performance on Late Night With Jimmy Fallon, seeing "Drag Me To Hell" at Festival Mall (been ages since I last saw a horror flick, though this one was more funny than scary), eating yummy carbonara at Rack's, devouring slice after slice of Starbucks' Raspberry Mango Cheesecake (try it, it's to-die-for!)with the kiddos, and finally, finally, getting rid of one big thorn on my side. Let me talk in riddles for this particular topic--one isn't supposed to gloat over someone else's loss, after all, though when it's a jerk-slash-psychopath who's involved, it's hard not to. Let's just say it was all for the best, and end it right there.

This crazy weather is insane, don't you think? And the allegedly spreading virus is alarming, it's a good thing classes have been suspended for a week. Which leads me to ask, how about working people? Are we less at risk of catching the dreaded sickness?

Oh, but that's life. Gotta work, or else.

Enjoy the week ahead, folks!

Cuckoo Over Farm Town

I have, officially, become a Face Book Farm Town addict. I never would have guessed, as I've never been a gamer my entire life. This age of virtual gaming was unheard of when I was a kid. Back then, my brother and I played real--though this term would vary in meaning, depending on which generation you belong to--games under the sun, with other kids our age, or close to our age. Even with the advent of the family computer, the PSP, the DS, and other what-have-yous, I have managed to steer clear of the gaming bug.

Until now. Or, last Monday, to be exact.

Now, I am on level 11 of Farm Town, which makes me a farmer, teehee. Make that "Tamsen The Farmer"--yes, I do get to name myself "Tamsen," which happens to be my second favorite name (next to my name, of course). I plow the fields on my green grass-bordered, apple-tree-and-orange-tree-and-lemon-tree-lined farm, go to the store to buy various seeds, plant them on the plowed grounds and voila, after some time, I get to harvest grapes, strawberries, tomatoes, potatoes, lemons, apples, and oranges. I am still waiting--very impatiently, if I may add--for the coffee, wheat, sunflowers, and rice to be ready for harvest. A bountiful reaping would mean lots of coins to be had after a trip to the market to sell the crops. Then it's back to square one, only this time, you have more moolah, more sophisticated, expensive seeds sown and a promise of an even more bountiful harvest which translates, of course, to an even richer, ever growing coffer.

Ah, such a sweet life it is. My Lola would have been proud of me. Mama, this one's for you.



Alors, gotta visit my farm, folks. Hope we can be neighbors, soon. Click here to read on how Farm Town has overtaken Pet Society on Face Book. =)

A great weekend to y'all!

P.S. My daughter is envious and itching to try it. I promised her we would farm tomorrow. =)