Monday, April 5, 2010
First of all, I had to look beyond the elements of the game that are down right disturbing so that I could appreciate the hilarious stupidity. Outrageous features include creating look-outs, fighting in gang wars, drive-bys (some of which result in hospitalization), hiding dirty guns, robbing liquor stores, midnight muggings, stealing government checks, and corner exchanges (just to name a few).
Two nights ago as I mocked Steven's involvement in this game, I noticed that he had $35,000 in his gangsta bank. I assume this is where the dirty drug money is laundered...he's a smart thug. A few screens and gun fights later, he had the opportunity to buy street creds. This in and of itself made me chuckle. The screen actually had numbers of street creds ranging from 10 to 2700. I mean, did you know that street credit had a numerical value? So beside each amount of street cred was a dollar amount. Having just seen how wealthy my drug-smugglin fiance was, I encouraged him to spring for all 2700 street creds for a measly $149.99.
After a few taps and confirming his e-mail address, we finally realized that Original Gangsta was about to try to charge his account 150 REAL DOLLARS for make-believe street creds!
Does this disturb anyone else? on a lot of levels?! I assume that the fact that the option to purchase 2700 street creds for $150 even exists means that someone has actually made this purchase!
People, you have chosen a cheesy free app and find it reasonable to spend real money on street creds! I don't get it!! Steven refuses to pay any amount of real money for street cred; he's going to earn it the old fashioned way - hard knocks. And as a result, I suppose he will never be competitive with the ignorant fool who paid real money for his street credit. Rest assured, I am very proud of my original gangsta and his efforts to turn the slums of his iPhone into profitable drug rings.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
This picture was a re-enactment. As he started to go down to his knee, I heard one of the teachers shriek in excitement when she realized what was going on! I, of course, said yes!!!! And the news and pictures had been sent to the entire campus before we even got to my classroom!
I know what some of you may be thinking..."At school?!?!" Steven faced a challenge deciding how to surprise me with the proposal. Even though I didn't know he already had the ring, I was expecting this soon. If he had suggested we take a stroll in the park or get dressed up for a romantic evening, I would have figured it out! I mean, this TOTALLY caught me by surprise. Totally!!!
Since then, the excitement hasn't stopped surprising me. When my kids came back for study hall, the hall errupted in cheers and applause. Who would have suspected that 10- and 11-year-old girls AND boys would even care, let alone express excitement and joy? One of my students who often journals about what a mean teacher I am immediately came to give me a hug! Two mornings later as I was walking down the sidewalk to school (beside the drop-off line) I had a mom shout to me, "Hey Miss Wilson, let me see your ring!" She informed me that her daughter just went on and on about it. I had a student already ask me if I would like some mongrammed towels!
On the more amusing side, I also had one of my FAVORITE students (who happens to have asperger's...which often translates to no filter) tell me, "My mom is going to have something to say about this. You have a LONG road ahead of you!" He's very intense!
Needless to say, nothing has been able to rain on my parade this week (except for 6th period)! I've been on cloud nine and can't believe how real having this ring on my finger makes our love and commitment to each other!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
As many of you who are most likely to read my blog know, my Grandad recently had a laryngectomy (removal of his voicebox). It was an eleven-hour procedure, and I still choke up sometimes to think that I'll never hear his voice again. However, I feel so fortunate to still have him alive and regaining strength and health. I have some things that I feel like I could wallow in pity about - and sometimes I do. However, keeping Oprah's statistic in mind, I continue to be thankful for the fact that Grandad will be here to dance with me at my wedding; my mom is the most real person I know, and I love that about her; Steven lights up my life and still takes my breath away; and I have three very best girlfriends (I mean, the kind of friends most people never have, and I have three!).
So while I might have bad days, exhausting weeks, and trying situations, if I begin to count my blessings one by one, I would be occupied indefinitely!
Friday, March 6, 2009
I keep pulling it up and I can't stop laughing! Seriously, was I in childbirth or something? IT WAS FIVE KILOMETERS! Get a grip, Liz!
And not nearly as ammusing, Steven's finish
How 'bout those windpants, though?! They should bring a smile to your face.
I'm sorry that the website will not let you use my picture as your new desktop. It would make a great addition to anyone's work space. :o)
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Last week in Waco, TX the temperature reached over 80 degrees on more than one day. I had my A/C running most of the week. It would be just my luck that approximately 16 hours before I was to run an outside race that a cold front would blow in. This wasn't a cool front either, folks; this was a COLD front, FREEZING front had there been precipitation. I was moderately prepared with capri sweats and a sweatshirt. Steven...not so much. I had warned him about the cold front, but he assured me that his running shorts and t-shirt would suffice. He, more so than I, underestimated the power of Jack Frost. By the time we arrived in Ft. Worth at 7 pm on Friday, it was frigid, and the wind was piercing. We tried to believe that our bodies in motion would keep us warm the following morning.
Dana and Ryan (the two friends we stayed with) came to the bedroom door at 7 am to wake us from our slumber. SEVEN A.M.!!! We were supposed to begin at 7:30, and I hadn't had any sort of breathing treatment! We would be fighting a crowd of 17 THOUSAND other racers for parking. I had no hope of making it in time, but thought we would just be stragglers with the other oversleepers. So Steven steps outside to confirm that it is in fact only 30 degrees outside (much colder when the wind chill is considered) and returned with a look of disbelief that his wardrobe selection consisted of the shorts and t's. We scrambled to leave. Ryan let Steven barrow some hunter green, unlined windpants with a hole in the knee...Steven was desperate!
So the four of us load up in Ryan's truck. It had no heater. We fought the fog on the windshield by turning on the cold air until it was unbearable. The window would defog momentarily until our witty banter fogged it up again. This pattern endured the entire way to Sundance Square.
When we arrived, parking was easier than we anticipated. We saw racers herded behind the start line and thought that we might have actually made it! We made our way into the herd only to notice that our white bibs were surrounded by blue ones. We had unintentionally joined the 5K. :o( We were pretty disappointed, but we finished the race. At one point, the 5K trail joined with the 10K and then split again. There was a volunteer directing traffic. Steven and I were shamed as the volunteer vehemently directed us to the right. Steven had to shout out to him that we overslept and were just running the 5K; I tried no form of communication as oxygen intake was my primary goal at this juncture.
It never warmed up. No matter how fast I ran or didn't run, my fingers were frost bitten and I felt frozen from head to toe. As the finish line grew nearer, we of course decided to jog it out. I believe the decision was premature because about 20-30 yards before the finish line, I felt like I couldn't run another step. It was at that time I realized why people pass out at the end of a race. I wanted to stop so badly, but there were a hundred people on the sideline cheering us on. I felt like slowing down would disappoint each one of those hundred strangers, and who wants to disappoint a hundred strangers? What an odd form of peer pressure! 40 minutes and 3 seconds after starting the race, we crossed the finish line together.
And so concludes the half-marathon training that began on December 7, 2008. However, I am inspired to try to overdo it again in the near future. I'm going to try a half-marathon at the beginning of April. I'm excited about it. I've printed out the last five weeks of Hal Higdon's training for a half. That means I will be running 4.5 miles tomorrow! Good bye failure! Hello over-ambitious!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
That's right ladies and gents. I have adequately prepared myself for a substandard performance.
Cowtown, here I come!
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I promised Mandi that I would blog once a week. Knowing that my promises (at least about blogging) are worthless, I told her to provide a consequence if I did not. That consequence was that I had to come bathe the kiddos. Well, I know she was being a sweet friend by not calling me out last week when I came over to do my taxes. I know she thought about it at least once, and even gave the kids their bath while I was there! But nary a word was said.
So chica, whenever you read this, I suspect that you will be glad to redeem it. Although you know you'll wanna give me one lesson before you let me loose, I can't wait to get me feet wet! (pun intended)