I don't want to play. Seriously, have you heard this commerical? I do a double take every time I hear it. Listen closely, doesn't it sound like the woman is cheerfully singing, "You might get AIDS!"

Maybe it's just me...

John and I have board game fever, it can't be helped and I doubt it can be stopped. After work I had to babysit my neice Baby G, seen here, getting jiggy wit it:



but then after that, I picked up a new version of Trivial Pursuit for us to play. It is now apparent to me that I am an idiot savant or something like that--because I am better at the harder, original version. I cannot for the life of me, play Pop Culture, 90's and 80's version Trivial Pursuit. John ran circles around me collecting stupid pop-culture cheeses left and right--leaving me bitter to no end. Ok, so let's get this straight, the two decades that I grew up in and I barely know any of the answers? Apparently, I grew up in a cave and was raised by wolves. Who knew?


(Ps. I apologize for the sideways-ness of the video and the quality of the video, I did it with my cell phone while trying to keep her entertained since she's an intermittent screaming banshee due to teething).

I think it's cruel and unusual that I introduce John to "Othello" last night and he kicks my ass in mere minutes...am I not mortal? Do I not have an ego???

Similarly, I believe they (they, being the people who do such things) will strip me of my degree in English if they ever find out that when playing scrabble last night my "big" words of the evening were, "Hoards, Quell, Nut, Rum and Teat". Obviously, I lost that game too...by quite a large margin.

That being said, it's a priceless moment when you triumphantly lay down the tiles T-E-A-T and both you and your main squeeze can't stop laughing.

There's only one reason why John is awesome this Monday morning...

and that reason is that he selected me as his partner for the summer quoit tournament (the boys have some fancy name for it, but it eludes me right now) that is coming up in a few weeks!

Saturday found me seated on the grass, sipping a beer in the heat watching John and his childhood friends throw quoits in the new "AQA approved" pits wishing that I could do something other than flick bugs off my jeans. Typically, the girls (usually just me and two other girls and a baby) sit off to the side of the pits and stare blankly as the quoits get tossed back and forth making small talk and avoiding errant quoits. John rescued me from this fate when he asked casually, "Do you want to throw a few?" My enthusiasm and excitement was tempered only by the fact that a) I had never thrown a quoit before and b) I hate sucking at things in front of people. But then I looked back at the two girls seated on the chairs and I realized that there was a far worse fate than throwing a few bad quoits. I happily jumped up and began practicing.

I wish I could say that I was a natural or plant the idea that I'm even remotely good, but I'm not. I got a lucky ringer, and I scored a total of two points in two games (that's 2 out of 42 points possible) but I had a lot of fun and it was nice that the guys were cool with me infiltrating their game. And I have a lot of hope for John and I in the tournament, because wouldn't it just be the ultimate Cinderella Story?? That being said...we might be Cinderella and Prince Charming of the Loser's Bracket, because the other guys that we "practiced" against on Saturday whipped us...badly.