The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

So, last night was a late night.  After getting home late and finally crawling into bed, I remembered what it must feel like to be young and party like again….

Here’s why:

Just about to close my eyes and catch some MUCH needed rest when I lie my head down on my nice, fluffy pillow and I hear it…

OUTSIDE NOISES

Young, Drunk College Kids: MARCO! MARCO! MARCO!

Me (one eye open): you’ve GOT to be KIDDING me?!

Young, Drunk College Kids: MARCO! MARCO! MARCO!

Me (to myself): REALLY? How can you play Marco Polo outside of water???

And I watch them stumble around, obviously drunk through the streets…and think to myself FISH OUT OF WATER….I’m gonna call your parents you loud, BAD kids…

And then I realized it. I.AM.OLD.

Sad days.

Texting

Bro in law: So, I hear you are sad. Did you download Monopoly on your iphone?

Me: No, not yet. I wasn’t sure about it.

Bro in law: Well, you should…you can play me and Sar!

Me: Uh….dunno

Bro in law:  I HEAR the hesitation in your voice! Is it because Sar cheats?

Me: YES! I am gonna tell on you! Total blog material.

Bro in law: LOL, of course you know I gave you material just to make you happy.

Me: Uh huh…sure even if you’ll get YELLED at??

Bro in law: Sure. Why not. LOL.

Me: Dangerous

Minutes pass…..

Bro in law: So that’s it you aren’t gonna talk to me anymore?

Me: Eh. You’re needy.

Bro in law: whatever. Rae laughed at me.

Me: Cause it’s TRUE.

Bro in law: So…

And that, my friends, is why I LOVE my family
Sometimes they CAN cheer me up….

So, there is this new game that I am now officially ADDICTED to on my iphone. It’s called Words with Friends and it’s free…and it’s addicting! It’s like words on crack….

Hubby: How many games do you have going on?

Me: Oh, like 12-13 different games.

Hubby: That is too many!

Me: No, I need a lot going on….

now it is almost bedtime and I have been playing for hours….

Hubby: Stop it! You are an addict!

Me: I can’t stop (hiding phone)…..

Anyone out there wanna play? If so, let me know…nothing like one last hit….

This weekend marks the big duel in the desert/territorial cup game! It is the WILDCATS versus the Scum Devils. And for those of you that may not remember: I. AM. A. DIE. HARD. WILDCAT.

Last year, we got to go to the game. This year, with the move upon me, there is no way I will be able to be there in person. But you can bet that I will be watching it on TV. Oh you can bet on it!

GO CATS! Only 4 more days! I LOVE a good rivalry!

Sparky will fry...

There is this game on the iphone that I am addicted to. Hubby found it, and I LOVE it. It is called Sextuple. It is a word challenge game where you are timed to make words. The goal is to find the six letter word before you run out of time. It makes you think. And being the genius that I am, it always helps to keep my brain sharp.
Anyways, a few weekends ago, I taught my mom how to play it.

Mom: What are you doing?

Me: Playing a game.

Mom: What game? I wanna play!

Me: NO! It is MY game.

Mom: Let me play. What is it called?

Me: Sextuple.

Mom (incredulous): Wha?

Me: SEXTUPLE

Mom: Really?

Me: MOM! Get your mind out of the gutter. SEXT means six letter word.

Mom: Yea, I knew that…..

Me: Mom, you are a sicko!

I have a new addiction (this is not good).

I now am obsessed with getting friends for my wii. It is ironic because I am SO not the person that even wants friends in real life (too much work), but on the wii…well that is a different story. Ever since we went to visit Hacim. He got me addicted to Mario Kart, which I suck at by the way, and renewed my love for Dr. Mario. He then proceeded to tell me that we can play wii with each other from our perspective different states.

Me: I need more friends for my wii WFC channel.

Hubby: You are ridiculous, you don’t even have that many friends in real life.

Me: I know, but in real life you have to maintain your friends, in wii land, it is completely different.

Hubby: You are a wii Dork.

Oh.my.gosh.  I didn’t think it possible, but now I am even more in LOVE with my wii.

So, the other night, Hubby and I played with Hacim and his girl for over 3 hours straight….until I thought my eyes would fall out. They both whooped our butts in Mario Kart, so much so that it was embarrassing. Hacim’s special talent is to wait a few paces from the winning line and then right as we are almost there…pass it. JERK. I hate him.

So, then we played a couple of rounds of Dr. Mario, because I RULE at that. Made both of them cry.

How do I know? Because I could just feel their tears through my screen. Plus they like to kill themselves when they are losing. Kinda like a martyr tactic, I suppose. 

Anyways, would you like to be my wii friend? Just let me know…and then I can play all of you out there in the blogosphere.

I.Can’t.Stop.Playing.This.Game.

Maybe I should look for a new job: Professional Game Tester. Yup, I like it.

I must say Hubby is bad luck and brings out the worst in me.

This weekend we got Mario Kart. I am a bit of a crazy driver, but I am practicing and getting better. Watching me navigate the wheel is probably a bit like being in a New York City taxi cab at rush hour (you can’t understand a word of what I am saying, and are in fear for your life). A bit scary, and a bit thrilling, all at once. 

I feel like the wheel has a mind of its own and when my NYC taxi driver alter comes out…..watch out. Or maybe I am just that retarded. (Don’t comment)

Anyways, this morning I was practicing my driving skills and I was getting 1st and 2nd place for the most part. WHOA. I am amazing and feeling pretty good about myself. Then in walks Hubby asking me how I am doing and if I am getting any better.

And in that very instant, I fell to 12th place and my crazy alter “The NYC taxi driver” returns and I crash and swear every two seconds.

Me: Well, I WAS getting better. Til you came in here and jinxed me. Out. I say, Out.

That Bad Luck Hubby of mine had better stay on his side of the house!

So, we rented this really cool wii game called Bomberland. It is awesome, and I mean AWESOME. You can play up to 4 players, and you get to bomb things. I can’t explain how AWESOME it feels to bomb things….and eventually you can try and bomb each other, to kill each other. Now, I am not a violent or competitive person (at least I don’t think so—-just because I exclaim I WON, I WON…doesn’t mean anything, right?) but this game is so much fun! Nothing like bombing and destroying a few people, after a hard day’s work!

The other night me, Sar, and both Hubby’s were playing. Now, Sar is VERY competitive and wasn’t enjoying the fact that her Hubby kept dropping bombs everywhere and killing her….it was really quite amusing. I mean REALLY AMUSING cause she gets MAD!

Sar: ALAN! STOP trying to kill me!

(Insert Alan giggling like a little girl)

Hubby: Are you guys trying to gang up on me?

Sar: No, but Alan is trying to Bomb me all the time and I am just saying he SHOULD support me! (She then glares at him ferociously)

Alan (snickering as he bombs her): Sorry, your dead.

Sar: JERK

Isn’t it amazing how these games bring us closer together and magically wipe away all of our problems, temporarily of course?

Dear Guitar Hero,

I love you. You are a very fun game and I think I am addicted to your colorful notes. I see them everywhere! I  see color notes everytime I listen to any song on the radio. I see the color notes in my sleep. I see color notes all around me. I cannot get your songs out of my head and I love Midori and her green legwarmer socks and purple hair. I really feel that I AM Midori the Rocker!

P.S. Can you please cause my sister’s fingers to fall off, so she can stop being better than me?

Love,

A faithful fan

I guess this is what happens when you play for 5 hours straight.