Lane and I are big on “game nights”. We think it’s a great way to spend time with friends and family. Unfortunately, I’m TERRIBLE at games. I make the sacrifice, willingly displaying my woeful incompetence, in favor of solid bonding time with people I like to be around. It’s really pretty embarassing most of the time though! I can never answer trivia questions correctly, I crack under pressure, I can’t draw, or hum a tune, or mime or think on my feet, or do whatever else these games seem to require. I am without gaming skill. Fortunately, my better half loves every kind of game (and possesses a will to win that surpasses any lack of talent on my part or his!) and doesn’t seem to notice my inadequecies.
All of that came to a crashing halt on Saturday night though! We had a few friends over to play games, and I actually played well! Even without Lane’s help!! (Okay, mostly without Lane’s help - he played a round or two with me, but I think I could’ve made a worthy opponent even without him). I’m not sure if it was a fluke or not, but apparently I can play Scattegories. Woo-hoo!! I have to soak in this moment because in no time flat I’ll be back to being the “dummy” and laughing at my ownsilly incompetence at game night. (Just ask my sister-in-law Miranda - she’ll tell you the “Stairway to Heaven” story!)
For the record, fellow gamers, I still think “Mom Mom” should have counted for two points!!
Okay, usually my blog is all about gushing over the beautiful things in life (most often, my Joshua). But today I’m going to rant a bit. If ever there was a post to comment on, this is the one - so feel free to be interactive and join my little complaint-fest!
Don’t you just hate it when people ask for your email address, but then never email you anything but chain letters?? I mean, the occasional cute or funny email is one thing. But the minute you tack on a bunch of garbage about how many people you have to forward it to (always in some arbitrary timeframe), or all of the bad luck that will come your way if you don’t forward it (according to explicit ridiculous instructions), or even all of the “good” luck you’ll get if you DO forward it … yuck! Whatever value the email embodied is immediately destroyed!! Personally, I rip out all of the garbage before passing along chain emails (that is … assuming they’re even worth passing along in the first place, which they’re usually not).
I actually received an absolutely horribly threatening chain letter a couple of months ago from a girl I’d only met once. I wrote to her and politely thanked her for thinking of me (referring to the “cute” portion of the message), but asked her to never again forward me threatening chain letters. She responded with an apology, admitting that she only sent it because she was scared of all of the bad things that could happen if she didn’t send it. That’s just GREAT. The email apparently caused so much stress, anguish, and fear that she felt compelled to forward on the vicious threats to 10 or 15 others. Hello?!!
I could go on, but you get the picture. So do any of you have email forwarding nightmares to share? Or perhaps another pet peeve you want to get off your chest?Â
Okay, my friend Dan gave me a hard time today for posting so infrequently. Of course no one’s going to read our blog if we never write new stuff, right? Well it occurred to me that the reason I post new stuff so infrequently is that I wait until I have a picture to go with my posting … which I guess is just a procrastination thing. So maybe if I write now, and add pictures later, that’ll be my incentive to get pics off of my digital camera more quickly. Right? So here it goes … a spiel about my great ride the other day, without the snazzy photo of my bike to go along with it.
Halloween (or was it the day before?) was a gorgeous, warm, sunny day. For me, it was a repreive from this icky fall weather. I know that autumn is supposed to be the most beautiful season (blah blah blah), but for a true lover of summer, hot is the only temperature that can really be enjoyed. Anyway… it was warm and sunny day, and Joshua and I finally made it back outside for some much-needed basking in the warmth of the sun. Then, to my surprise and delight, Lane came out and told me he’d hang out with Joshua so I could go for a ride. Yessssssss. Without further delay, I quickly strapped on my helmet and was on my way.
It was the first time that I can remember actually noticing and appreciating the fall colors. There’s really something magical about being on a motorcycle. You get to enjoy the thrill of the machine and at the same time feel almost at one with nature… pretty amazing. Going for a ride never fails to brighten my world. If only passers-by could see the silly grin I wear underneath my helmet when I ride…Â
Thanks Babe for letting me get one last ride in before the cold garages me and my passion for the winter. I love you.