After Hubby and I played some Dr. Mario on the wii, we discovered we might need to get our vision checked.
Me: I can’t see and the tv is right in front of me, my eyes are all blurry. I think I need to get my eyes checked.
Hubby: I know, I think I might need some glasses. But, I don’t think I will look good with glasses.
Me: Who cares? Who do you have to impress?
Hubby: You. I need to look good for you.
Me: What for? You already trapped me!
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I have a new addiction (this is not good).
I now am obsessed with getting friends for my wii. It is ironic because I am SO not the person that even wants friends in real life (too much work), but on the wii…well that is a different story. Ever since we went to visit Hacim. He got me addicted to Mario Kart, which I suck at by the way, and renewed my love for Dr. Mario. He then proceeded to tell me that we can play wii with each other from our perspective different states.
Me: I need more friends for my wii WFC channel.
Hubby: You are ridiculous, you don’t even have that many friends in real life.
Me: I know, but in real life you have to maintain your friends, in wii land, it is completely different.
Hubby: You are a wii Dork.
Oh.my.gosh. I didn’t think it possible, but now I am even more in LOVE with my wii.
So, the other night, Hubby and I played with Hacim and his girl for over 3 hours straight….until I thought my eyes would fall out. They both whooped our butts in Mario Kart, so much so that it was embarrassing. Hacim’s special talent is to wait a few paces from the winning line and then right as we are almost there…pass it. JERK. I hate him.
So, then we played a couple of rounds of Dr. Mario, because I RULE at that. Made both of them cry.
How do I know? Because I could just feel their tears through my screen. Plus they like to kill themselves when they are losing. Kinda like a martyr tactic, I suppose.
Anyways, would you like to be my wii friend? Just let me know…and then I can play all of you out there in the blogosphere.
Filed under Wii
I.Can’t.Stop.Playing.This.Game.
Maybe I should look for a new job: Professional Game Tester. Yup, I like it.
Filed under Life
I must say Hubby is bad luck and brings out the worst in me.
This weekend we got Mario Kart. I am a bit of a crazy driver, but I am practicing and getting better. Watching me navigate the wheel is probably a bit like being in a New York City taxi cab at rush hour (you can’t understand a word of what I am saying, and are in fear for your life). A bit scary, and a bit thrilling, all at once.
I feel like the wheel has a mind of its own and when my NYC taxi driver alter comes out…..watch out. Or maybe I am just that retarded. (Don’t comment)
Anyways, this morning I was practicing my driving skills and I was getting 1st and 2nd place for the most part. WHOA. I am amazing and feeling pretty good about myself. Then in walks Hubby asking me how I am doing and if I am getting any better.
And in that very instant, I fell to 12th place and my crazy alter “The NYC taxi driver” returns and I crash and swear every two seconds.
Me: Well, I WAS getting better. Til you came in here and jinxed me. Out. I say, Out.
That Bad Luck Hubby of mine had better stay on his side of the house!
Filed under Weird Info about me, Wii
Hubby is a MarioKart Cheater.
He just IS.
So, we then decide to play Wii Monopoly–after I almost break Hacim’s coffee table in my fit of rage….just kidding, but really his house is not me-proof….I am kinda a crazy wii player.
And now Hubby is trying to beat the computer at Monopoly. Since I won’t play with him anymore.
He thinks the wii computer person is cheating.
Yea, right…..
So unfair! I am the reigning Guitar Hero Champ in our house when Hubby and I play, but due to my sickness I am not up to par.
So tonight, Hubby won. But, under false pretenses. I am challenging him when I get better. You hear that, HUBBY? I challenge you to a real duel. Mr-I-play-on-easy-all-the-time-EASY! You scared?
Hubby: I ROCK, I am the guitar hero CHAMP! Wanna kiss a REAL rocker, baby?
Me: I.Hate.You.
Hubby (mock British): Oh, come on baby….I am a guitar hero champ.
Me: I.Hate.You.
So, we rented this really cool wii game called Bomberland. It is awesome, and I mean AWESOME. You can play up to 4 players, and you get to bomb things. I can’t explain how AWESOME it feels to bomb things….and eventually you can try and bomb each other, to kill each other. Now, I am not a violent or competitive person (at least I don’t think so—-just because I exclaim I WON, I WON…doesn’t mean anything, right?) but this game is so much fun! Nothing like bombing and destroying a few people, after a hard day’s work!
The other night me, Sar, and both Hubby’s were playing. Now, Sar is VERY competitive and wasn’t enjoying the fact that her Hubby kept dropping bombs everywhere and killing her….it was really quite amusing. I mean REALLY AMUSING cause she gets MAD!
Sar: ALAN! STOP trying to kill me!
(Insert Alan giggling like a little girl)
Hubby: Are you guys trying to gang up on me?
Sar: No, but Alan is trying to Bomb me all the time and I am just saying he SHOULD support me! (She then glares at him ferociously)
Alan (snickering as he bombs her): Sorry, your dead.
Sar: JERK
Isn’t it amazing how these games bring us closer together and magically wipe away all of our problems, temporarily of course? 🙂
Dear Guitar Hero,
I love you. You are a very fun game and I think I am addicted to your colorful notes. I see them everywhere! I see color notes everytime I listen to any song on the radio. I see the color notes in my sleep. I see color notes all around me. I cannot get your songs out of my head and I love Midori and her green legwarmer socks and purple hair. I really feel that I AM Midori the Rocker!
P.S. Can you please cause my sister’s fingers to fall off, so she can stop being better than me?
Love,
A faithful fan
I guess this is what happens when you play for 5 hours straight.
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