Too Old For This

A few months ago, Scott and I decided to join the world of Guitar Hero. I know, I know. We are probably… well, HE is probably too old for that. But who cares, right? So we went to Best Buy to buy the guitar for his Wii. While we were in there, we browsed the other selections. They had Rock Band set up and we’d never played that before. There was a little girl about 8 years-old playing on the drums. I waited my turn to play. When she put down the sticks and walked away, I quickly picked them up. Then, I realized that I didn’t know how to select what song and what difficulty, etc. The little girl noticed and offered to help. She took the drumsticks back and banged on certain drums to make the selections. So, I figured it out. Each drum has a colored ring that correlates to the color of the selection on the screen. Got it. So she hands them back to me.

I wait for moment and realize it is waiting for me to make one more selection. I reach out and bang on the drum to let it know I’m ready. Just as I did, the little girl reaches out to hit it with her hand. You got it. I banged the back of the little girl’s hand with the drum stick. Hard. She just looked back at me rubbing her hand and said softly, “Owwww.”

I apologized several times. But those of you who know me, know I didn’t do so without laughing. I could hardly play for laughing so hard. Scott told me I was going to get us kicked out of BestBuy for abusing small children. I wouldn't be surprised.

Yes, I Said That

In my second year of college, I was awarded a full scholarship from the Graphic Design Department. The board who voted on the scholarship recipients consisted of two of my professors as well as some other staff members. I remember well day I received the letter letting me know that I had been chosen. I had class later that day with one of the professors. We had a test so I made a mental note to remember to thank her at the end of class.

We sat there quietly taking our test. Maybe ten minutes into the class, the guy who sat across from me came running in late and out of breath.

Prof: You sure are late today and we're taking a test.

Late guy: I know, I'm so sorry but my apartment got broken into and someone was there putting on a new front door.

Me: {{without thinking}} They stole your door?

{{awkward silence and everyone is staring at me}}

Late guy: {{making a face like I was a moron}} No, but they did kick it in...

Yeah. True story. Of course, I realized what I said as soon as it came out of my mouth. But by then, it was too late. I'm sure that professor was thinking, "And we just gave this girl a scholarship?"

Just Curious?

I have a blog tracker. It's not very detailed but it gives me enough information that I can usually tell if my hits are from people who google something obscure and stumble into my blog, or if they come to it from another blog, or if they link to it from my myspace page or something similar. Most of my hits come from obscure places/countries but recently someone from Birmingham on a Mac on Bellsouth has been reading my blog on a fairly frequent basis. I was just curious as to whether or not you are someone I know, or just someone who happened to find this blog and enjoy it? Either way, I hope you'll let me know who you are so I can quit wondering. And for anyone else who reads every now and then, feel free to let me know. (Except you in Denton, TX... I already know about you, ha ha.) Enjoy reading!

It's Gettin Hot In Here!

**Warning: This post may cause mental images that you may not wish to have. Just sayin'.

This past weekend Scott's A/C went out and we were not able to get anybody to come out and fix it "after hours." So, needless to say, with the heat index reaching over 100 degrees it was pretty darn hot in there. He had to work on Saturday and called to check on me while he was in his office. The conversation went like this:

Scott: Hey baby, what are you doing?
Me: Sitting here naked in front of a fan watching TV cause its hot as hell in here!
Me: (hearing an echo) Wait? Am I on speakerphone?

Nice.