Well, this entire week I have been struck down with a bronchial infection, so I will continue to write about the only fun night I have had during the week. Therefor it is back to the slumber party. Whoo Hoo!
After the fun and games at the bowling alley, we stopped by the store for some much needed supplies - toilet paper, Oreo cookies and plastic forks. I know what you are thinking - midnight picnic. Wrong-a-rino. Instead we went and ambushed to front yard of the birthday girl's friend. We not only toilet papered the tree, car and front porch, but we also Oreo-ed and forked the place. Now I have done the Oreo thing before. That is where you take off one side of cookie sandwich and press the creamy part against a wall. You can then spell out something or create a lovely picture. Just be nice and don't Oreo someone's car window - the grease from the filling is annoyingly hard to get off. The other thing we did to that poor landscape was to fork it. What you do is take a box full of disposable forks and stick them prong side down all over the yard - making a lovely design if you wish. Hopefully this does a bit of aerating for the lawn. Now do not forget, dear reader, that this happened after 11:00 PM, in the dark of night while the owners were in their living room watching TV. We could have been caught at any minute! The tension was intense!
Mission accomplished, we headed home for drinks! Dolores (or Deidre or Delaney or Dingus) was tended bar and joyfully shouted, "My first blended drink!" To this she quickly added that it was her first time making one, not actually drinking them. Well, for her first one, they were delicious. And we spent the rest of the party enjoying Dolores’s work, talking about life, looking at You Tube and watching two hours of Tony Bandares. Man, did it get hot when Antonio danced the tango. There is a bit more I may have to add to confession. After all that we were all ready for the slumber part of the party.
Now doodah! knows who to put the video on the actual blog, and someday I may figure it out, too. But remember I am the one who screwed up the bowling technology. So instead I will send you to the You Tube cite. One of my favorites from You Tube is the Steven Colbert Light Saber Green Screen Challenge. He shot a clip of him in a light saber duel against a green screen and challenged viewers to create their own clips. Some were pretty funny, so check them out on the side bar. My Sweet's favorite was the one sent in by viewer George L.
Oh, I learned from My Sweet, who makes me swear that he is not a geek, informed my that there is a trick for the shooting video games. Instead of pointing away from screen to reload, all you have to do is put a finger over the sensor, that way you don't have to re-aim. No Sweetie, you are NOT a geek.
Joie de Vivre ~ A Hearty Joy of Living!
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Sunday, November 26, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Girls will be Girls
On Friday I went - would you believe it - to an old fashioned slumber party to celebrate my friend Fellow Fanilow's 36th birthday. It was me, Fanilow, doodah and three other women who I am getting to enjoy more and more.
It all began innocently enough. We all donned our pj's and prepared to go out for Chinese fast food. It's a good thing I had just gotten a new pair of flannels or I'd have been going around town in my dad's old gray super-sized tee shirt and some scrubs pants that a) totally do not match and b) are way too cold for a November evening. Doodah in the past has dressed Fanilow and she was the only one in costume. This year we were being nice and supportive and all going around in our jammies.
After dinner, where the place was packed with pre-weekend folks including someone I work with, we high-tailed it over to the local bowling alley. Again it was packed; anyone who was not at a loud and messy frat party was there at the bowling ally. While waiting for a lane to open, we were being impressed by this young fella doing Dance Dance Revolution. Not only was he getting a perfect score, but he was playing on two-yes count them two - game pads! After exercising our suppressed desire to drive super fast and shoot zombie terrorists, the young man was still at it and didn't even break a sweat. His mother and banker must be proud. The other person worth watching was longhaired air hockey playing dad who bowling was so stylish that he glided across the floor on one knee, ready to pop the question to the bowling pins.
It has been a while since I've actually done any bowling, and a majority of it was in the late 70's when I was a little tyke. The scorecard was done on some kind of overhead projector and you had to write and calculate everything by yourself. You had to remember if a spare was ten plus the next spin or was it the next two? Now everything is computerized which causes two problems. The first is that you can't cheat - no slipping a one in front of your score or marking a strike symbol when it should have been a spare. The second problem is that low techies like me can screw it up in a way that doesn't help you win. While the others were putting on their shoes, I figured I would get a jump on things and input our names. I do not know what I did, but I could only get one name up there. I had to make three trips to the counter where the girl tried unsuccessfully to hide her bewilderment at my inability to accomplish such simple tasks. Eventually she simply put in Player A, B, C, D and E. So we decided to cheer each other on with made up names, so in one round we were whooping it up for Aretha, Beulah, Constance, Dolores and Eunice. The next round was for Agatha, Bertha Jo, Consuelo, Dusty Sue and Elinore.
Well this post is pretty long, so I will put in a To Be Continued...
Joie de Vivre ~ A Hearty Joy of Living!
It all began innocently enough. We all donned our pj's and prepared to go out for Chinese fast food. It's a good thing I had just gotten a new pair of flannels or I'd have been going around town in my dad's old gray super-sized tee shirt and some scrubs pants that a) totally do not match and b) are way too cold for a November evening. Doodah in the past has dressed Fanilow and she was the only one in costume. This year we were being nice and supportive and all going around in our jammies.
After dinner, where the place was packed with pre-weekend folks including someone I work with, we high-tailed it over to the local bowling alley. Again it was packed; anyone who was not at a loud and messy frat party was there at the bowling ally. While waiting for a lane to open, we were being impressed by this young fella doing Dance Dance Revolution. Not only was he getting a perfect score, but he was playing on two-yes count them two - game pads! After exercising our suppressed desire to drive super fast and shoot zombie terrorists, the young man was still at it and didn't even break a sweat. His mother and banker must be proud. The other person worth watching was longhaired air hockey playing dad who bowling was so stylish that he glided across the floor on one knee, ready to pop the question to the bowling pins.
It has been a while since I've actually done any bowling, and a majority of it was in the late 70's when I was a little tyke. The scorecard was done on some kind of overhead projector and you had to write and calculate everything by yourself. You had to remember if a spare was ten plus the next spin or was it the next two? Now everything is computerized which causes two problems. The first is that you can't cheat - no slipping a one in front of your score or marking a strike symbol when it should have been a spare. The second problem is that low techies like me can screw it up in a way that doesn't help you win. While the others were putting on their shoes, I figured I would get a jump on things and input our names. I do not know what I did, but I could only get one name up there. I had to make three trips to the counter where the girl tried unsuccessfully to hide her bewilderment at my inability to accomplish such simple tasks. Eventually she simply put in Player A, B, C, D and E. So we decided to cheer each other on with made up names, so in one round we were whooping it up for Aretha, Beulah, Constance, Dolores and Eunice. The next round was for Agatha, Bertha Jo, Consuelo, Dusty Sue and Elinore.
Well this post is pretty long, so I will put in a To Be Continued...
Joie de Vivre ~ A Hearty Joy of Living!
Monday, October 16, 2006
My Weekend
I am not sure if you are interested in my weekend exploits, but I am going to tell you anyway. And just like TV, if you are not interested, you are certainly free to turn off the machine. But I do hope you enjoy.
Even though there were only four days of school, it felt long. So I was so totally ready when Refreshing Sunshine and Fellow Fanilow restarted their monthly game night. I love the chance to chat with people I see once a month and talk about everything from missions outreach issues to how much of our wall space is given to bookshelves. The best thing is laughing at someone's phony poker face or playing Apples to Apples and winning because you can describe houseguests as chewy roadkill. I always leave the party with sore stomach muscles.
The next day My Sweet and I drove 90 miles up to my mothers, because she made it lovingly clear that we need to see each other face to face every couple of months. My sister and her family came up as well. One of her stepson did a research project on My Sweet and we wanted to see how it came out. Instead of bringing it, he brought some of his ideas for a Japanese style comic book. My Sweet gave him some advice to make it more authentically Japanese.
I am trying to think of something profound to tie this up, but on the way up to Mom's I came down with a bad cold. Therefore my profound-ability is out of whack. If you can think of something, please leave me a comment to give this post a good ending.
Joie de Vivre ~ A Hearty Joy of Living!
Even though there were only four days of school, it felt long. So I was so totally ready when Refreshing Sunshine and Fellow Fanilow restarted their monthly game night. I love the chance to chat with people I see once a month and talk about everything from missions outreach issues to how much of our wall space is given to bookshelves. The best thing is laughing at someone's phony poker face or playing Apples to Apples and winning because you can describe houseguests as chewy roadkill. I always leave the party with sore stomach muscles.
The next day My Sweet and I drove 90 miles up to my mothers, because she made it lovingly clear that we need to see each other face to face every couple of months. My sister and her family came up as well. One of her stepson did a research project on My Sweet and we wanted to see how it came out. Instead of bringing it, he brought some of his ideas for a Japanese style comic book. My Sweet gave him some advice to make it more authentically Japanese.
I am trying to think of something profound to tie this up, but on the way up to Mom's I came down with a bad cold. Therefore my profound-ability is out of whack. If you can think of something, please leave me a comment to give this post a good ending.
Joie de Vivre ~ A Hearty Joy of Living!
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