Accessories Review: The Nintendo Switch Backpack

If you're picking up the Nintendo Switch, the Nintendo Switch backpack is worth grabbing.

It's worth picking up even if you're not planning on getting the Switch.

It is that good.




At first glance it looks like an ordinary backpack. Simple. Elegant. Nicely padded for the shoulders.
 For those that parent, it's also big enough to double as a diaper / kids stuff bag.


Not only does it have 4 zippers on the outside, it is completely built specifically for your console on the inside. What Nintendo system is complete without a sweet carrying case to show it off to all of your friends?


It is meant to not only keep your Nintendo Switch safe as you bring it everywhere with you, but also functions as a "carry almost anything else you can think of" bag. The Switch backpack console pouches have a felt lining to keep your items safe. It it even has a pocket for a pro controller.

The usefulness doesn't stop there. Whenever we go on long car rides, or away for the weekend, we use it as our "tech bag". With two sets of joy-cons, you have a couple extra pouches for chargers, tablets, phones, diapers… which all benefit from the nice felt lined pouches.




If you are not buying a Nintendo Switch, but know someone who is, get them a Switch backpack. They will always have a convenient way to bring their system over so you can get to that Mario Party! ;)


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The First Snowstorm of 2019

Good evening, friend!

Tonight a snowstorm is coming. It’s a big one. All of winter. One go.

I cannot wait to watch the weather, my family safe at home, as the storm unfolds around us. Solidarity to you if you will be out in winter’s wake.

I pray for God to watch over those who must go out in the storm. Watch over them as they fulfill their duties, and guide them safely home. I also pray that the homeless find shelter, for those who are affected by the shut down, and for minimal power loss, so there is a quick recovery and communities can enjoy the snow in the days ahead.

I am waiting for the snow in elated anticipation. I cannot remember when I started loving snow storms again. I guess it is about the time I decided my life was worth more than some job, or the money I would lose that day. I deem my job a non essential. I work retail in my full time. It will still be there on Monday.

When I was little, I would be so excited for snow days. I didn’t have many friends, but I loved building things with it, going sledding on it, and running around in it. As I reflect on those times, it’s almost like snow was my friend. My father was in the military, and through a turn of events, my life was spent in many different places before the age of nine.

I never saw the point in being vulnerable with someone, nor would I even know how to do that. Having friends was a weird experience for me, because I wasn’t really sure who I was, or what was going on in the world around me. I never stayed in one place long enough to figure it out, but the weather was always constant. The rain, the snow, the sun , the clouds, and the sky would always remain the same no matter where I was in the world or who I was with.

My relationship with snow changed as I grew older, and gained more responsibility. I would have to shovel the driveway when it snowed, which wasn’t too bad. . I remember I would go outside and stare at the sky. Especially if the snow was falling down. Especially at night.

As I grew into adulthood, I stopped staring at the sky. Instead of loving snow, I grew to hate it. I blamed it for causing me to shovel. I blamed it for forcing me to work for a soul sucking retail company that would encourage it’s employees to drive in the shittiest weather, in case someone needed to buy something. Classes are cancelled, yet your asking me if I’m going to be there? Well, I do need that money ,though.

When I visited Washington, D.C. in my twenties, I saw a different side of snow. The one time it did snow, everything stopped. Everyone went home immediately, and bunkered up. Nothing ran. Nobody went anywhere. It was so odd to me. I felt I was in a movie. “What is this?”

My hatred for snow returned when the “need” to drive in that weather returned. I blamed the snow again. In fact, I was mad knowing somewhere this would be different. It wasn’t until I was sitting here reflecting on what to write about, when it hit me like lightning.

The snow never changed. My perspective of the snow changed.

I saw how a different place did something and I thought was amazing! I wanted that for myself, but I was so busy blaming the snow, that I couldn’t understand how to get that. I realized one day that all I had to do was say no from a place of respecting myself, instead of annoyance at work. It was ultimately my choice when I really sat and thought about it.

It seems so simple after the fact, yet in the moment it is so hard to remember that you are in control of your own destiny. The snow will always be there. Instead of a hinderance, it should be a comfort in a way.

Now that I am in my thirties I have learned to look at the sky again. I am blessed that there are those who choose to sacrifice and need to take that risk as a public servant. Thank you so much for what you do. If this resonates with you at all, however you also still have a choice if living that life no longer serves you.

I invite us all to rest tomorrow. Let’s enjoy ourselves, and our families, and figure out which things around our house “spark joy.” It would be a blessing if you would share this with someone who may need to hear this message. Thank you for honoring me with your time.

Stay safe!

Finding God: Introduction.

Who is God to you? How has your vision of God changed over the years?

When I was small, I knew who God was. It was simple. He was the guy that created the world. He was the father of Jesus, and he sent his only son, blah, blah, blah.

I don’t remember a moment where I was taught about God. Nobody sat me down on a chair, telling me the tale of how God came to be, who he was, or what he represented. I had always known who God was, but it was always as if we were acquaintances. As if he was an estranged parent on the outside, trying to take me out to lunch and act like my dad once in a while. If I was really down and out, I may have glanced his way. asking for foolish things, like concert tickets, or a snow day.

I grew up in the days of God being a strict parent who reprimanded those who betrayed him, and loved only those who obeyed every little thing he said. I thought God was angry at us for being sinners, that he was a sadistic, materialistic, Ferber style parent, punishing and disciplining depending on his mood. I blamed him for all the bad things. Weirdly enough, never the good things…

At twelve, I was baptized because my parents said I was getting baptized. I knew it meant I was starting a relationship with God, accepting Jesus died on the cross, and that I would be granted a seat in the kingdom of Heaven.

I had no idea what it meant, nor was it something I was sure I even wanted.

God was the angry homophobic, racist, Uncle that showed up at family holiday parties to tell you everything that was wrong about your life. “You need a haircut.” “Stand up straight.” “Oh community college eh? Better than nothing I suppose.” “ You’re hanging out with who? <Insert insulting statistic heard on Fox News about marginalized group>”

It never made any sense to me to want anything to do with that. How could God be all creating and all knowing, and yet so cruel and punishing. How could he allow <insert horrible injustice> to happen?

Why is everyone that serves Him, so miserable?

At fourteen, I attended a private religious high school. At this point in my life I learned to not ask the weird questions. One day at our weekly school worship, I felt something come over me. It was a regular Friday worship, and I have no idea what was said now, yet this emotion forced me to start bawling my eyes out. I mean that level right below ugly cry. At fourteen. In front of the whole school. Including my crush from fourth grade. Seriously, why do people like this God person?

The older I grew, the more resentment grew in my heart as adolescence took a toll on my mind, body and spirit. At some point, God was no longer an acquaintance. He was more like, somebody that I used to know, and I found myself looking for something to replace Him. I became disappointed when I realized there is only One Spirit, that we all point back to and I dropped religion all together.

At 32, I found myself asking the same questions I had abandoned when I was younger.

Who is God? / What did He do? / When did He do what He did? / Where does God work? / Why does He do things? / How does God work?

In this series, Finding God: Six Questions Answered, I take you with me on my spiritual journey through the past year. Learning who God really is, and His Purpose in life for me, has lifted the weights off of my shoulders. It has allowed me to open up to what life has to offer me, and raise my frequency to accept the gifts from God I desire.

”When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things”. ~ 1 Corinthians 13:11

Thank you for joining me for the first part of my series Finding God: Six Questions Answered where I talk about my faith journey. Have a faith journey story to share? Leave it below in the comments. I want to hear it! If you know someone who feels they cannot trust God in their life, you can bless us both by sending this to them so they can easily start their own faith journey.

I believe all faiths are valid. While the Bible speaks to me as a vessel, I do not think Christianity is the only way to love God. Jesus said God has two real commandments. Love God, and Love your neighbor.