If you ever come across this game… Buy it!
Years ago I found this game in a random gift shop at a random restaurant. I had never heard of it, but the premise seemed amusing so I bought it.
The rules are pretty simple, each person is assigned a barnyard animal (with an accompanying sound) and handed a deck of cards with various pictures of barnyard animals. You go in a circle and each person turns over one of their cards. If it matches someone else’s card on the table, they have to make the noise that that person’s assigned animal makes. So if I have a cow, and someone else has a donkey and we lay down the same card, we have to rush to make each other’s sounds. It’s a ridiculous game made funnier the more people you have playing and the more sounds you have to keep track of.
As young adults we played this game constantly, but for years it has sat untouched on our game shelf. The other day I decided the kids might be old enough to try it and it was a hit. It’s the kids’ new favorite game and they beg to play it everyday. This afternoon we took some time to play as a family and some hilarious memories were made. 🙂
The kids have been begging all week to play more in the snow, but we haven’t had the chance. With a large rainstorm predicted for this weekend, I was happy to wake up to a dry morning. After breakfast, Tim and the kids went out to build their long awaited snowmen!
It’s snowing again. I can tell the temperatures are dropping because the heat keeps kicking in. There’s a bitter cold snap heading our way.
I should be asleep, but I’ve stayed up too late reading my third book this week. It’s a creepy one that has gotten under my skin and it’s turning the shadows in my room into unwelcome sentinels I keep catching out of the corner of my eye. Curse my overactive imagination.
But I’m going to turn out my light and take my chances that the shadows won’t move and hopefully I’ll soon fall to sleep.
Thank you for your continued prayers. My father has been home for over a week now and he has made amazing strides in his recovery. Bringing him home to recover here was the best solution. ❤️❤️
I was riding shotgun with Donald Trump in a white panel van. It was loaded down with construction equipment dangling from the interior walls and taking up all the floor space. We were on our way to build a wall.
Donald was in a hurry, weaving in and out of heavy rush hour traffic, muttering to himself. We got behind a particularly slowing moving pick up truck. Frustrated with the delay, Donald swung the van onto the shoulder and floored it. As we ran out of useable pavement beneath us, we went off road, driving over grassy hills and knolls. The combination of speed and the unevenness of the ground proved too much for our van, and it began to flip, first back to front, back to front and then sideways.
In slow motion, Donald and I watched the world spin as we tumbled and flipped, the van finally came to a stop, upside down. We hung suspended by our seatbelts, thankful neither of us were hurt.
We freed ourselves from our crumpled prison, and made our way to my mother, who was waiting outside a midwestern farmhouse surrounded by dried and dusty cornfields.
“There you are,” she said in exasperation. “Do you know how long you’ve been gone?!? NINE MONTHS! You’ve been gone nine whole months!! I knew it. I knew the aliens were going to take you.” She shook her head in disappointment.
And that’s when I woke up.
I think I’m going to lay off the Spicy Green Curry from now on… at least close to bedtime!
My mission was simple… Walk into Home Goods and buy a mug.
I’ve been working at the shop quite a bit lately, and everyday I get there I remember that I don’t have a mug. So when it’s time to have coffee, I find myself drinking it out of a two cup Pyrex measuring glass.
Today I remembered when we were almost there, so we stopped at Home Goods so I could grab one.
The first one I found was a cutesie New York City scene, complete with taxis and skyscrapers. NYC stuff always makes me a little nostalgic, so I carried it around the store until my eyes landed on the quirkiest and oddest mugs I could find.
Back went the NYC mug and I’m now the proud owner of these silly hipster donkey and raccoon mugs. So much better than drinking from Pyrex!
A week ago I thought it might be a good idea to take down the Christmas trees, but then it snowed this weekend and Christmas trees look even better when there is snow!! And we are supposed to get more snow this weekend, so obviously we can’t take them down yet! Here’s to keeping up Christmas trees all winter long! 😂
“I’m going to sleep in my coat and my boots!” Baby E declared last night before bedtime.
“Why would you want to do that?” I asked.
“So when it’s tomorrow I can go outside and play in the snow!”
Needless to say, Baby E was excited about the snow. After breakfast we dug out the snow stuff and headed outside to shovel the driveway. We had made a pretty good dent on it when a sweet neighbor lent us his snowblower and Tim finished off the job pretty quickly after that.
We took a break to replenish with some lunch and we headed out again, this time to play! The kids did some sledding and then the real fun began. The kids had been begging to build snow forts and have a snow ball fight, so we broke up into teams and staked out our bases. My team was me, C, and Baby E. We found our spot on the south side if the driveway while Tim and Big E took up camp on the north.
Then both teams started preparations. We built up our snow forts (a wall pushed up against the edge of the driveway.) Ours was about 8 feet long and three feet tall. Once we were happy with that, we retrieved some plastic cups and started making our ammunition of snowballs packed with some ice to keep them together. All the while, the guys were doing the same.
When we finally finished, we were ready for battle. We took up our positions and the fighting commenced. Baby E took the first damage with a snowball to the face that was intended for me, but missed its mark.
The volley of shots continued for at least a half hour, as we made new snow balls and retrieved the ones aimed at us. In the end, the boys won, as my team yielded to the cold and the promise of hot cocoa.
It’s not often that we get that much reckless, silly, hilarious family time. We screamed and laughed and froze our fingers in the dropping temperatures. Our reward of hot cocoa was well earned!
There are no alarms set. Church was cancelled because of the snow. The kids have been asked to not wake us up in the morning.
This has been a physically exhausting week. My hands are scratchy like the sandpaper I’ve worked with. The sensor on my phone no longer recognizes my fingerprint. Every muscle hurts and my hands are riddled with splinters.
So tonight we sleep and tomorrow we relax. In anticipation of our quiet day, I stopped by the book store on the way home and picked up a few options. I’ve already started one this evening.
The kids will want to play in the snow, and I will happily oblige them, and with Tim home, I am looking forward to some family memories!
Thank you for your continued prayers for my dad. He is adjusting well to being home and is already gaining strength!
I’m blogging while standing in line at Harris Teeter at 12:38 in the morning. Yes, there is a line. I’m so tired. A thirteen hour day at the shop has me feeling like Baby E with his spontaneous nap!!