Confessions of a Farmaholic

Has anyone noticed that my blogging has become, well…a bit sporadic? Well, I’ve noticed. Oh sure, sure. I could easily blame it on my busy life as a mom. Anyone would believe that. But I can’t lie to you (or myself) any longer. I have a bit of a confession to make. I have found an addiction that has consumed me now for at least a month. Is it illegal? No. Of course not. What kind of person do you think I am? It’s much more innocent (I think) than anything beyond the law. So here it goes –

Hi. I’m Jessica and I’m a farmaholic.

My farm.

I am so pathetically addicted to Farmville. A month or so ago, I was one of those people who made fun of those poor souls on Facebook who spent all their time and energy on a fake farm. Every time I saw a post on their wall about Farmville, I’d roll my eyes. Well, all that changed when I saw my brother playing it on his computer. I saw a fun little avatar running around the screen taking care of crops and cute little animals. I scoffed out loud and made fun of him for playing. But inside my head I was really saying, ‘oooh. That looks kinda fun. Maybe I’ll give it a shot when no one’s looking. No one will ever know…’ I went home and logged onto Facebook and when no one was looking, I created a farm. The next morning I woke up and went to check on my crops. They were all withered and dead! I was so frustrated that I said, “This is so stupid! I don’t get it. What a dumb game!” I then promptly planted more crops and found myself going back in four hours to harvest like a good little farmer. One week later, I became desperate and shared my obsession with the world by posting a desperate plea for Farmville neighbors on my Facebook wall. I had to suck up my pride and ask my brother to be a neighbor, sealing my deal with the addiction. He sent me a horse and it was so darn cute that I was hooked – line and sinker. Did he poke fun? Yes…but I’m okay with that. :-)

So here I sit, posting a blog when really what I want to be doing is planting a crop. Pathetic? Yes. But it’s fun and it gives me something to wind down my day. Funny thing though. The person I got more stink from was Mandy. I, of course, convinced her to sign up for a farm just for the purpose of being my neighbor. (Insert evil, maniacal laughter here) She is now just as addicted as I am! (ha, ha!) Sadly, they don’t make a patch for this kind of addiction. But there is one good thing that has come out of this, and it is this: I no longer make fun of Josh for his obsession with World of Warcraft. I - *gasp* - understand him. Wait a second! How did that happen??

Now Mandy, it's your turn to join FA (Farmaholics Anonymous) and confess. I'd like to take a moment to thank the person responsible for getting me hooked on this game. Thanks Ben. It's all your fault. :-) Oh well. I'm glad I have a game to play now. Besides, I figure that if I can’t have a real farm to spend my time on then I might as well have a pretend one, right? Now if you will excuse me, I have a fake farm to attend to.