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The stereotypical image that most people have of gamers is either a plump and pasty teenage boy surrounded by empty Mountain Dew cans or the image of a plump and pasty middle aged guy who lives with his mom. [I'm not talking about you of course]

Slowly, but surely, this stereotype is being turned on its head.

Not only are chicks now playing games at an increased rate, some of those chicks are Moms. [gasp!]

Heck, I’m one of them.

With the advent of the Wii and the industry’s increased focus on casual gaming, even the most “normal” mom can delve into the world of video games.

It has been one of those days.

Actually, it has been one of those weeks.

The very nice people who host my site are moving the servers. Apparently, moving said servers knocks this site off line. Very annoying.

I was checking my site-traffic earlier and was rather shocked that I had 10 people view my site today. It wasn’t a nice shock. Not “WOW, 10 people!” (read with elation). It was more along the lines of “What the FUCK?!”.

I stumbled on over here and guess what? My damn site was down. Again. Definitely didn’t help my mood.

So how do you know when you have a “problem” when it comes to video games? When you get out of a perfectly good bed at 10:30 at night to go search on the internet for the location of a stupid wayshrine that has been bothering you since 5 pm, that’s how.

So now that I realize that if I had just gone two inches to the right I would have found what I was looking for, I’m completely awake and hungry.

Like a good blogger, I’ll write while I eat my cold leftovers.

Well, I got the bright idea to get my own domain. I get tired of typing in http://TastesLikeCrazy.blogspot.com. It’s long and cumbersome and why not just have Tasteslikecrazy.com. Right?

Wrong. It’s already taken. Sad times. So, I got Tastelikecrazy.com. Now I have to make my own web site and all the fun that is included in said web site. I haven’t done anything yet and it probably won’t be up for quite a while, so don’t start changing your bookmarks just yet.

I consider myself pretty tech savvy. I made my own header and once I figure out how to send a damn trackback, I will have pretty much mastered the Internet. (yeah, right)

It started out innocently enough.

Tucker - I think next pay period I’m going to go get a pair of rabbit ears.

Me - Ok (Because I wasn’t really listening to him).

Tucker - You know, that way we can test out not having cable.

Me - Yeah. That’s coo…WAIT. What?!

That’s right folks. No cable. No CNN, no BBC, no MSNBC, no History Channel, no A&E. Do I really need to go on?

Tomorrow is my anniversary - 3 years.

(This is Tucker right before I met him)

It’s been the best 3 years of my life. (How cliche is that?)

When I met Tucker, we were both in college. The first time I saw him was at his fraternity house; my sorority sister introduced us. I remember thinking that he was the guy I was going to marry.

After three months of chasing his ass, I finally convinced him that he thought I was a cool chick and after a year and a half, we got married. (That’s a very truncated version, but whatever.)

What is wrong with this picture?

Hmm…

could it be the pit bull in the crib?

(No child was harmed in the taking of this picture)

We have a jam-packed day planned, let me tell ya. I put Cara down for a nap about thirty minutes ago. I was outside talking to my mom and noticed that Tucker had Cara in the living room. Fearing something was wrong (since she was supposed to be taking a nap, I rushed inside to see WTF.

Last night, I procured something I like to call “liquid love“. This 92 proof bottle of warm fuzziness is probably some of the best rum I’ve ever had the pleasure to sample; I was in a sorority in college…I’ve drank a lot of rum.

You know, sometimes mamma’s gotta let it all hang out.