Have a "look" around mine, and then go visit the other blogger's pages. There's always something fun, sentimental, or better yet, embarrassing going on. It's like your house, only we're admitting to the craziness. You have our permission. Buzz on over!
Alex, the eldest (daughter, 21)
C., The middle (son, 16)
J., The youngest (son, 10)
We have a somewhat competitive family. We all
And we "talk smack" right along with our winning. It's all in fun, I promise.
*Who can name the most crayon colors? (Me)
Me: "You call THAT periwinkle? Fool!"
*Name that Lifetime movie. (The man)
The man: "That one is called "Deadly Vows". Someone kills someone else and slowly the characters will discover who it is even though we knew all along. How did you NOT see that coming? At least click over to the Hallmark Channel where I can have a challenge. Oh wait. 'A Bride for Christmas!' Too easy..."
*Football Picks. (The youngest)
J. to everyone: "You guys HAVE watched football before, right?"
*What time will C. get home on Friday night? (Tie)
Me: "Five minutes before curfew. I yelled last time."
The man: "I say five minutes after. He's been slacking."
The boy came home at curfew. On the dot. What fun is that?
Now I'm playing a game with the kids on my phone called "Trivia Crack." It's ridiculous how addictive and competitive it can get. (No clear winner yet.)
But the talk has already started:
C. to me: "Mom, call the fire department. You just got smoked."
Alex to C: "Do you have insurance? You just got wrecked."
C. to Alex. "How does it feel to be destroyed by your little brother?"
Alex to me: "Are you actually playing or just hitting random keys?"
Alex: "Why won't dad play 'Trivia Crack' with us? It's combining his two favorite things: Family time and electronics...Well, at least electronics."
C: "Probably because of the time he played "Words with Friends" with mom and created a 168 point word. She didn't talk to him for a week."
The latest competition belongs to the man and me. We have these "FitBit" things. They count how many steps you take in a day. They're supposed to keep us active, but...
The man: "How many steps did you get?"
Me: "10,000" (highly exaggerated)
The Man: "Well I walked "10, 321."
Me: "Walking to and from the car to get McDonald's doesn't count."
Me: "Hey, yoga doesn't work on this thing. It didn't even count!"
The man: "I've been saying that about yoga for years..."
Talking Smack. It's lovingly what we do.
Oh, Kenny Rogers:
The man and I play Black Jack with pennies (or whatever we have around) instead of chips. He's really good at it. Too good, I say. Last week we didn't have any pennies around. I walk over to the table and he's using "Good And Plenty" candies. I can't stand them. The man knows this.
Me: "WHY, for the love of of poker players everywhere, are you using that nasty stuff? Black licorice with a pretend candy coating tricks people. Those are lies, not candies in that purple box."
The man: "Well, last time we used Mike and Ike's and 'someone' ate them all before I even cut the deck."
Take THAT, dealer!
Quote of the Month:
I talk with my 84 year-old Grandma from Michigan on the phone. She gets lonely, so we sometimes end up talking for hours. I'm on the winning side of this. She's a wise, loving woman. I always feel better after our talks.
I can tell that she's lonely, so I ask her if there are any cute men at her church. This was her response:
"What do I need a man for? Listen. I don't need ANYONE telling ME how to scramble my eggs."
Happy Friday, Friends!
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