Tonight was the second night that I sat down and played a video game, Tomb Raider on the PS3. I had forgotten how much fun it was to play games and losing myself for a while as I concentrated on riding my motorcycle and shooting the bad guys was fantastic. We are a gaming family for the most part, but each of us wear a very different game face.
My oldest becomes calm and serious when he plays, especially if he’s driving a Formula One car on the Spa circuit in Belgium. However, you must not look, talk or even think about him when he's in the zone because concentration is key. Oh, he also reads the game book, in its entirety, before he plays a new game. Nerd.
The middle child gets rather animated and yells “Are you kidding me!!” repeatedly at the screen no matter the game. I’m not too sure why he continues to play because it rarely seems like he’s having a good time. He's like a tortured soul, even when he's winning. With him, there’s a pretty good chance he’ll be removed from the game before his time is up as I hate to see his head spinning around.
And then there’s the third child, my daughter. Who lies perpendicular on a chair, head on the armrest and looking like she’s about to take a nap. Her games are little more geared to her age, like Little Big Planet, which are usually child-like and fun. But, just when you think all is right with her sweet fantasy world, out comes a maniacal little laugh as she shrieks, “Take that! Heh heh heh!” Scary.
The Husband pretty much sticks to his Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II and goes into combat daily. Next to his wife, COD is his bestie. I like games like Zelda and Prince of Persia - my own little fantasy world where I’m on a quest. I'm a mix of the two boys, but I get to curse under my breath. And unlike my kids who get no more than an hour a day, momma gets to play as long as she wants. Sweet.
We do the Wii games as a family, mostly bowling, and nobody likes to lose in my house. Someone always ends up in tears and then we know family fun time is over. After the Husband dries his eyes, he regroups and goes into combat to make things all better.
Now, what I don’t understand is why some people are fiercely against video games. I’ve been playing since my Dad brought an Atari home back in the early 1980s and pretty much haven’t stopped. I can understand if it’s not your thing, however I don’t get those who ban them or even keep their spouses/boyfriends from playing.
That’s right ladies, I’m talking to you. You let that man play if he wants too! Like anything with life, it’s all about moderation, not eradication. that's for the enemy on the screen. I'm quite sure if you give it a try, you'll no doubt like it. And if not, don't be hatin' those of us who do.
We all have our passions in life, but the stigma some associate with video games can be a death sentence for relationships. However, In my house, it not only brings us together, but also gives each of us a little escape from the real world.
That's the part I like.
We've all done it. You know, ask the husbands, boyfriends, best friends, and even complete strangers in the dressing room next to you, “How does this look?” Do we really want to know what they think even though we liked it enough to try it on or thought about buying it? The answer is unequivocally YES! That, my friend, is why we asked.
But, what about those times we don’t ask? Usually it’s those moments after we carefully select each item of our outfit from top to bottom. The vintage earrings that highlight the colors of the new shirt purchased solely for the skirt you have yet to wear despite the fact it works well with the one pair of shoes you bought last summer because they were on clearance. That’s when your husband, who you've asked 1.2 million times for his opinion, decides to bravely offer without prompting, “is that the shirt you’re going to wear? I’m not sure it works.”
This is where that unsolicited advice gets tricky, or it may lend itself to thoughts of raging violence (not really...okay yes, really). Our first thoughts aren't heartfelt gratitude, but more along the lines of “Who the (insert favorite obscenity here) asked you?” What we should be is grateful of how this person is looking out for us, but nah...we suddenly despise their very existence (not really...well, maybe just a little). Here a little example of what I mean. I’ll set the scene.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
That’s pretty much how it went before I stomped back to the closet, but notice how I waited until he quickly left the room - he’ll get no satisfaction from me. Well, hell. Now what? Do I comply or stubbornly refuse to acknowledge the opinion from the one person I continually seek advice? The person who stops me before I dare leave the house in $3 plastic flip-flops when a perfectly good pair of heels or sandals would look better. Honestly, I've only worn this shirt a few times and it's one of those items I always put on, then immediately take off because I'm not feeling it. What does that tell you?
It was a fashion conundrum I seldom find myself in being no fashionista, so I comply. Damn. How can I possibly wear this stupid turquoise shirt knowing he’ll be scrunching up his nose every time he looks at me? Did I do it for him? Not really. Okay, maybe a little bit, but after almost 20 years of marriage, who else would know what looks good on me? There is only one other person, but I know she wouldn't appreciate the vast media attention my blog posts attract. So, I’ll just say that I’m fortunate that the place I volunteer weekly allows for not only a variety of fashion options, but managed by someone who is usually on the mark on what works for me. Her only competition - the Husband.
Sometimes these worlds collide and quite honestly, the clothes that cast a cloud of doubt in my mind usually get a thumbs down by the Husband. I’ll even venture as far to admit that I often verbalize how the Husband probably won’t like it. That is so very annoying I know, but helpful. So do I appreciate his bravery to tempt my mood when offering advice about my attire? Yes. Will I tell him that? Not a chance. It’s better to keep him guessing and somewhat fearful.
And by the way, if you have to ask a total stranger in the dressing room, who knows nothing of your personality or lifestyle whether the outfit you seemingly already questioned works for you, put that little gem of a dress back on the rack. Yes, even if it’s 75% off - I promise you’ll never wear it, at least not wholeheartedly. Those strangers aren't going to be willing to tell the truth anyway and we need that honesty to essentially confirm the doubts we already had.
But, if you’re still needing some advice, just ask my Husband. Apparently he’s working as the fashion police in his spare time.
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