Confession Crush

Confession.
I caved.
I now play Candy Crush.
I was probably the last person in the universe to finally start playing
I knew I shouldn't have done it.
I have an addictive personality.  Nothing bad or immoral or illegal.
But I become hooked on other things.
Like silly games that I can't quit playing.
But what is it about this game?
I. Can't. Stop.
Well, when I run out of lives I have to stop.
I will never succomb to purchasing additional lives.
Or resetting the clock on my phone to allow new lives sooner.
But I do watch the time awaiting my new lives.
I've been hung up on a few levels.
Like right now.
That stupid level 38.
Grrrrrrr.
It at least gives my mind a "nowhere" place to go.
Guess I could have worse addictions.
Anybody else have a crush on the crush?

plugged in

I was quite proud of the electronic accomplishments I made yesterday....

I am not a good one for hooking up games and cords and cable and stuff.  I just don't get it.... I can plug something into the wall.  That's about it.

But I managed to successfully hook up Cooper's "new gaming system" on the TV in the den and figured out how to run all the cords and plugs and things in and around and behind and through all the holes in the entertainment center.

Then I hooked up a new cable box and the "old gaming system" onto the TV in the play room upstairs and figured out how to plug in the round and square and pointy plugs into the correct receptacles.  

I amazed myself.

I amazed the Captain.

High fives all around.

We're cooking with grease now.

It's quite clear that's a GARAGE

My latest addiction is playing DrawSomething on my phone. It's like pictionary. You draw a word, then your opponent has a letter bank and tries to guess the word.

It totally cracks me up.

Sometimes, I have a translation problem. Because the picture looks so good in my mind, but then when I draw it, it doesn't look anything like that.

But, I was a little surprised when Connie couldn't guess this picture.



It's clear that I was drawing a GARAGE.

OK, so the car is on its side.

Minor technicality.

I saw a tweet that went something like this:

@angie128 just did a Draw Something picture of "garage" and she drew a car sitting vertically on its back bumper. I didn't get it.

That was followed up by a little text convo:

"Garage? Really? With the car standing on its end?"

"My garage was too narrow for the cat. CAR. (darn auto correct)."

"So you parked it on its butt????"

"Well...."

OK, so it's not one of my better drawings....

I'm just surprised she didn't say that the door looks like Mickey Mouse's pants.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go draw some more masterpieces.

Great...another one....

As if I didn't have enough addictions, my beloved sister Connie introduced me to Scramble with Friends. It's yet another word game. That I can't get enough of. Kind of like Boggle. Way fun.

So I've got Words with Friends - Scrabble-ish

Hanging with Friends - it's like a Hangman kind of thing. I'm not real nuts about this one. But, Cooper plays me on his Touch thing.

Now Scramble. Great.

And, of course, my beloved Bedazzled Bejeweled.

Issues, people. I have issues.

But remember, I'm exercising my brain.

So, I'm really doing this for my health.

Yes.

That's it.

Anybody wanna' play? I'm angie128

Guess I'd better quit blogging and quit playing all my little games.

Gotta' hem my pants, make Cooper's lunch and fold a load of laundry.

Life just gets in the way.

It's for our own good.

Yes, I confess I am now obsessed with Bejeweled.

Although I sometimes call it Bedazzled.

Which is kind of the same, but different.

And, I still play Words with Friends. I've got at least 20 games lots of games going.

I don't really see this as a waste of time.

I view it more as an investment in my future.

Brain exercises.

I'll be sharp as a tack when I'm old and gray. Well, rather, when I'm oldER and grayER.

When I was playing "just onnnnnnne more game" of Bedazzled last night, I told the Captain that one day he would thank me for all of this game playing because when we are old, my brain will be fit as a fiddle and I'll be able to take care of him. But I said that he won't know what's going on then because his brain will be mushy from watching all those Bigfoot shows. So he'd better thank me now.

He did not really agree with my logic.

Made perfect sense to me.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go try to beat my Bejeweled high score of 154,350.

Just Another Manic Monday

There really is a good explanation about this picture.

And, yes, I will confess that's me....

On the right.

The Captain's sister is on the left. The Chef sister.

She's in town and came over to hang out Monday night. After we introduced her to Just Dance, we played Quelf. Ever play that game? (JuJu, PLEEEEEEASE tell me you have this game. It's *perfect* for you and your crew...)

The game requires you to do all sorts of wild stuff.

Like "make a mask out of household items and wear it until you land on a green spot"

Yeah, that was my card. So I did that.

Construction paper, coffee filters, and a headband.

And my precious daughter took a picture. And posted it on the World Wide Web. I love her.

Why there is no picture of Chef Sister with toilet paper all over her head as she pretends to be a mummy or one of the Captain performing a rousing rendition of "I'm a Little Teapot" is beyond me.... *ahem*

If you can get past me in that lovely mask, there are some other most interesting things in that picture.

Yes, I have on pajamas. And slippers. Don't hate.

And check out the big M on the mantle. It's supposed to be a W - an awesome Christmas gift from Connie. But Chef Sister's name - which used to start with a W - now starts with an M. And, upon her arrival at mi casa, she flipped it over. So there's that.

Please take note of the lovely mauve gigantic bean bag. That is not a permanent fixture in my den. But during the lazy winter days, Cooper drags it downstairs and plops in it in front of the TV.

Oh, with his two footballs. Yeah.

So, there ya' go. A "normal" night at my house.

Wrong way

So yesterday was yet another exciting day at the Casa de Angie128. And by exciting, I mean I was off work again and spent the day playing Mario Kart, eating Cheez-Its, and introducing Cooper into that fine summer tradition known as Required Summer Reading.

He has to read "Sounder". I don't recall having to read that one. And I'm pretty sure it's a sad animal story - as in Sounder goes to Dog Heaven. No like.

Cooper successfully made it through Chapter 1 - WOOT! Small victories, people.

I am not having many victories in the Mario Kart arena. For some reason, my Kart always gets turned around and I end up going the wrong way around the track.

And it plays out something like this....

The Captain screams "YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY!"

And I say, "NO I'M NOT!"

And he says, "DON'T YOU SEE THOSE ALL THOSE ARROWS SAYING TURN AROUND?!?!?"

Well, OBVIOUSLY I didn't or I wouldn't have been going the wrong way.

Humph.

No Mario Kart, Man Cave or Summer Reading for me until tonight. I'm headed to that place called Work.

Ciao!

I went to the desert on a post with no name.

Before we get started, let's take a moment and show our appreciation for Friday and thank him for finally showing up. {cue applause}

Now I must tell you about my Big Bad Wolf. I know I'm just going to sound like a proud mama, but....HE TOTALLY ROCKED IT. Even though he had talked about being nervous, it never showed and he hit that stage and danced around and twirled his tail and sang his little wolfy heart out. He was a real....wait for it....HAM. {bah-dah-bing}. Anyway, he really was a hit. And I'm so very proud of him.

Our guests from Wyoming, Bruce & Lars, are here. They spent two days turkey hunting with the Captain before arriving yesterday. After everybody got home from hunting, and performing, and volleyballing, and working, we all sat down to a yummy dinner of The Pioneer Woman's Drip Beef. (Seriously people, if you haven't made this yet, you should. Run, don't walk, to your crock pot and fix it today.) It was a yummy dinner with good conversation.

All was well.

Until I looked down and saw a tick crawling across my arm.

Now, there were several things wrong with this situation.

First and foremost, THERE WAS A TICK CRAWLING ACROSS MY ARM.

At the dinner table.

In front of our guests.

Truth be known, the tick probably came from one of the three hunters as I found out later that wasn't the first tick that had been discovered that afternoon.

And then before the dishes could be cleaned from the table, the Captain found one stuck in his arm.

Yuck people.

Serious yuck.

However, I was the only one who was even remotely freaked out or embarrassed by this.

Because, as hard as this is to believe, I'm really not used to having ticks crawl across my arm. At the dinner table. In front of guests.

And then our lovely dinner conversation went south. And it turned into tick stories.

Then snake stories.

And that's when I started to get light headed and nauseated and almost had to take to the bed.

After dinner, Bruce attempted to teach me how to play Cribbage. Anybody know how to play this? It's fun. But confusing. And it's a lot of adding and mathy stuff which I am not good at. (I don't like numbers, I like letters.) Lots of rules and things to remember. Points for this and points for that. Fifteens, pairs, two-four-six-eight, who do we appreciate. I accused him of making it all up as he went along. And fully expected for him to get two points because I sneezed during the game. And I also learned that if somebody does real well, you are supposed to say, "Now that was some good pegging." Whatever that means. And after two games, I finally have a loose grasp of how to play. I think. Anyway, he was excited to teach me and he was patient with my Lucy Ricardo style of learning.

That's what's going on in my world right now. Drip beef. And ticks. And Cribbage. Be jealous of my very exciting life.

Oh - and have a super weekend!

The best of both worlds

Cheez-Its

AND

Scrabble?!?!?!

Does it get any better than that?