I’m moving over to olgakwak.com.
Yesterday I renewed the hosting package for my personal domain name, olgakwak.com.
I pay $120 per year for a lot of space that is right now not doing a whole lot.
So I thought I would like to ask you a question – if you were to Google search me and find my website, what would you be most interested in finding out from it?
Let the silly answers commence! But please, if you have a suggestion, I would love to hear it.
I was born at the beginning of the Millennium generation. How do I know that? My parents bought us a computer when I was eight years old.
Go on, laugh you younger Millennials. I won’t even tell you what it looked like or how many bytes of RAM it had (not a lot.) You can look it up on Wikipedia anyway.
Everyone from my generation onwards has some sort of relationship with video games. Those who don’t live under rocks. Curiously, mine has always been a more observational role rather than participatory. I’ll explain why.
As a child, I had an IBM personal computer 2. The elementary school where I attended had a computer teacher who took a shining to my sister and I and he provided us with quite a few games for our own machine. Our collection of floppy disks was pretty impressive.
The games we’d play were often educational, since he was a teacher after all. I remember being particuarly fond of Mixed-Up Mother Goose when I was really young, then transitioning to Where in the World (or Time) is Carmen Sandiego?, the Super Solvers series like Midnight Rescue, and Operation Neptune, which was a math game that frustrated me at first until I began to understand concepts.
But what I really wanted was a Nintendo.
Specifically a Super Nintendo, so I could play Super Mario World. I would do anything to play it and often overstayed my welcome in many a friend’s house because of it. But, for whatever reason, be it financial or idealogical, I was never granted full access to SNES by becoming the proud owner of one. And trust me, I’m pretty sure it was both a financial and idealogical reason for me not to have my own.
I remember hearing my mother calling these types of games “stupid”. I certainly didn’t agree, but there was little in my control over that situation. She held the purse strings after all. To be fair, my mom also thought The Simpsons was a dumb TV show. And to her ears and eyes it did look stupid. Her command of English is not as strong as my own. To her these were just weird, yellow characters saying stupid things in loud, obnoxious voices. What I picked up on very quickly was the wordplay, which I had begun to already learn through the various computer video games I’d been granted access to. Thanks Mama!
When it did become financially feasible for me to get my greedy paws on a system, the video game world had actually moved onto bigger and better things. My first console was actually a Playstation 2.
I was excited to get it. My current boyfriend at the time offered it to me when he upgraded to the next system and I accepted readily, imagining days and nights spent in front of the tube catching up on all the gametime I’ve been missing all these years. But when I fired it up, I was surprised to find that none of the games I had were capable of holding my attention. Even worse, I wasn’t enjoying the play time.
So I quickly dropped it. I think I threw out the system after the break-up. Sorry Gord.
Here’s the funny thing: I love video games. I still don’t play them unless I’m coerced and I’m pliable enough to acquiesce. But I love to watch them. Video games are that pleasurable distraction, but I like the ones with a bit of substance. I’d never thought I’d ever say this but GTA 5 is one of my favourite games. To watch. And sometimes attempt to drive in. I’m better at driving in person. The wonderful part of GTA is that the online world is constantly adapting and so the game continues to change, thus keeping a lot of people interested. And let me be clear, I don’t sit in front of the TV slavishly while my boyfriend plays. It’s a source of relaxation for him and a great bit of background noise for me that I can choose whether I want to pay attention to or not.
And as for video games that I’m actually playing? I continue to be horribly boring. My latest obsession is 2048. Built by a 20 year-old Italian, born well into the Millennium generation. I bet he likes video games too.
How do you go to Las Vegas and not hit a pool?
That’s been the question on a lot of people’s minds since I got back from the glittering Sin City a week ago.
Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t for lack of effort. I brought my bathing suit. I bought a new cover-up and a pair of flip flops. But when you’re stuck from 8 am to 7 pm in a conference room with 26,000 other people, it’s hard to get the time to hit the water.
What kept me from the pool? I was at convention for World Financial Group.
Today is Throwback Thursday. If I may, I’d like to explore roughly a year ago what my life was like.
My father had just passed away and I was in the midst of crisis. They say that everyone grieves in a different way. My grief sent me into a tailspin of emotion that was both horrifying and difficult to get out of.
A year ago I was fragile. I had to reboot. Slowly, over time, with lots of help from family, friends and professional advice-givers, I was able to do it. In March of this year I joined WFG to begin taking control of my finances. The company teaches its associates to build and save their wealth. I knew this was something I needed to have in my life. I love being a freelancer, but I also want to live a life that my father sacrificed his comfort and stability in Poland for. He knew that coming to Canada would enable me opportunities that I would never see in Poland. I chose WFG as my path to ensure that this would happen. It’s also a company built on helping other people. This was something I was looking for in my life, even before my father’s illness took him. The mentorship and support was just the cherry on top of everything.
Cut to this year. Convention 2014 “Turning Point” started on June 24, the first anniversary of my father’s passing. Suffice it to say, it was a turning point in my life.
The people I have met so far through WFG have been an inspiration and a great source of support. Can you say the same thing about the company you work for?
Although I didn’t dip a toe in a pool in Las Vegas, I certainly didn’t waste my time while I was there. It was worth the flight and the money which, all told, wasn’t even that much. Remember, they’re teaching me to save my money, right? ;)
Over the last month I’ve been tracking food with an app in an effort to identify key areas I need to improve on my nutrition. My first observation – I’m eating too much sugar and fat.
This is by no means a surprise for me. I have a typical North American diet – meat, carbs and some veg. But I’m putting effort into eating “clean”, non-processed foods. So when I think I’m eating better and I still see the sugar warning pop up I have to wonder why. Now I’m reading nutrition labels and I’m startled to find that nutritious food can also contain sugar.
For instance, the yogurt I eat in the morning with my granola is artificially sweetened. Given that I already add fresh fruit to it, I’ve now switched to plain yogurt. The granola itself is also full of sugar, so my next step is to make my own granola, which is very easy to make according to Pinterest.
Not surprisingly the Internet has a lot of other suggestions on how to avoid or reduce your sugar intake. Several claim that you should quit cold turkey, while others say that you should reduce your sugar intake gradually.
Sounds like kicking an addiction, doesn’t it? There’s debate over whether it is an addictive substance, but from the anecdotal evidence and my own experience in my diet, I lean towards the notion that it is addictive.
While I like the idea of quitting cold turkey, I don’t think it’s a sustainable practice. I know my body is not going to enjoy the first few days of being sugar free and I’m concerned that I won’t be able to make it over that initial hump. Plus, my track record of making a drastic change to my habits is poor. (RIP Spring Streak.) But I know that I am capable of making small incremental steps towards a goal, so I think my best option would be to go that route.
Maybe this is a conversation I should have with my doctor. At least one (only one?) blog post suggests speaking to a professional.