I don’ t know about you, but have you ever played games with someone who is under the impression that there is a trophy at the end of the game or that they win a life of fame and glory with eternal bragging rights? Well that is my dad. I am continually amazed, after this many years, how crazy he gets during boardgames. It is a combination of competitiveness and incessant talking the whole time. He repeats game rules (usually incorrectly), scores, and constantly narrates things like whose turn it is or what just happened. The problem is he usually ends up confusing things so everyone is talking at once trying to re-explain the rules to him or correct his recollection of what just happened.
Typical Example:
“Kelly, just played that card, you can’t play that card, oh wait, you can play THAT card, but not this one. Give me that one…no put it here…no here Ryan, okay but it is your turn. Okay well go, I am waiting. Just go. I said I was ready. Kelly you didn’t give us the right points. Well did you mark it down? I didn’t see you write it. Oh, well I didn’t see you did it and I want to make sure you give us the right points. Did you put three tallies? I thought I only saw you put two. Where? Oh, okay. Ryan…go, I am waiting on you.”
I also apparently regress into a five year old mental midget who is incapable of making tally marks, counting by ones, fives or tens, or writing number scores on paper. He micro manages each score I take, who flips the timer, who stops the timer, who watches the timer, etc….. You get the picture. Games are suppose to be fun right? We have tried talking to him about his “problem”, we have argued about it, now we have just regressed to making fun of him and repeating all his annoyances back to him until he gets the point and shuts his yapper. Poor Ryan…we tend to make him my dad’s partner on many games…he is the new one to the family and even though he can bust my dad’s chops better than any of us…my dad is the most gracious to him if they lose.
Dad, if this is indicative of how you are going to be as an old man…then off to the nursing home you go! Just kidding, we love you and you provide some entertainment…but get a grip.
Well Chloe just pooped on my lap…literally…it escaped out the side of the diaper, through two new pieces of clothing and onto my pants. Happy freakin’ Monday!
Last night I decided to mess with her for the sake of a good picture. She was a good sport for the most part. I call this collection…”When animals attack Chloe”.
She looks like she is being greedy and grabbing all her animals. Her hands look huge at this angle…scary!
She looks terrified here.
Annoyed
Worried
and this is when I quietly shut the camera off….and took the boobie out!
Sigh. I…am…one…of…those…game…people. Ok I said it. When I get really into a game that I know better than anyone else I get a little anal about it. Good thing it is very rare for me to play a game but um dont play scrabble with me um k?
Chloe…poor gal is begin tortured. We are always trying to find of some new shot to take arent we? Little G hates that its time to sell his clothes on Ebay because he is having to model them. He hates dress up but I love it maybe even more on him then I did with my gal. It takes effort to dress a boy cute. Lots of money. Girls they make cute clothes for already. Lucky you. Too many boutiques too little time. Ok going now that I am totally off subject. Can you tell I got NO sleep last night.
i laughed the entire way through this post. would love to see your dad play board games…and am loving not only the pics of Chloe, but also the fact that you’re giving an inaccurate play-by-play of what she looks like in each pic (*ehem* like father, like daughter).
you stop that.
steve, you can be my game partner any day…..
’scuse me as i go wipe this strange brown stuff off my nose.
OH yeah - that first one shouts “mine mine ALL MINE”
love the Chloe pictures she is so expressive! made me laugh out loud!
I would like you to know that Campbell county schools blocked your blog today. I’m not sure if it’s the Nazi or the boobies that did it. Maybe the combo — Nazi nips are very, very offensive after all.
God your daughter is gorgeous…even if she does have monster hands
So, can you offer a tip or two on how I can take such pretty pictures as you???
Kelly, in defense of your father, this is what dads do! Just ask Ryan.
Chloe has the greatest facial expressions. I wish there was a way to bottle them. She makes me smile whenever I look at her.
Oh gosh. Maybe your dad is the 5 year old. My boys do that! ALL THE TIME. I just think that I got the hang of one of the “self-made-up” card games when they change the rules. Man it’s frustrating lol
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Kelly,
I know that you like cream cheese stuff and my friend Lauren sent me this recipe. It looks so yummy….
BUFFALO CHICKEN CHEESE DIP
3 boneless skinless chicken breast
1 jar Marzetti’s blue cheese or ranch
1/4 cup Nance’s buffalo wing sauce mild
1 8-oz.pkg. cream cheese softened
Tabasco sauce (optional)
Boil chicken until tender (let Cool).Then shred or chop finely. Mix together dressing and Buffalo sauce. Use Tabasco sauce to fire it up to your desire. Spread cream cheese in a 9×13 baking dish. Mix chicken in to dressing. Then pour chicken/dip mixture over cream cheese evenly. Bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes. Let cool and serve with Tostitos Dips tortilla chips.
Kristine and Lauren…this is why I am begging Ryan to put an “E-mail me” link on my blog. Love your comments…so random!
Fine… I put it on there. My work is never done.
i hope i’m not too much of a pain when i play board games. but i know my friend kj and i were pretty serious about a game of trouble last week. i love the thrill of a come from behind victory!
Oh Kelly, so young, so innocent. you have not met an obnoxiously competitive game player until you’ve met my Dad. First let me say that he is by profession a Coach and therefore inherently competitive.
A few examples: #1 Friends stop by to see my parents (whom they haven’t seen in YEARS) so Alex graciously decides to bow out of the game in order to make the people standing in the door way feel a little more welcome. My Dad ignores his “friends”, refuses to accept Alex’s actions and calls him a quitter for the rest of the night. “Hey, quitter, pass the rolls” “Quitter, what movie do you want to rent?” #2 We are playing a friendly game of Monopoly a few years ago when my Dad starting bending the standard rules of the game, taking money he didn’t earn, raising rents, etc. My sister and Mom quit from stress and Dad doesn’t speak to us for THREE days, over Christmas break!
I think it goes without saying that it is no surprise that our family motto growing up was “A Meyer Never Quits”. I feel your pain!
Oh, and I just had that Buffalo chicken recipe for the first time over Christmas and it’s amazing! I’m making it for the Super Bowl!