Month: August 2013 (Page 4 of 4)

Life of the party :: Pictionary Telephone

As I mentally composed this as a message to Anna G, I realized that such information would be better shared and distributed to the free world. 

Allow me to make your next get together full of lively conversation and much laughter. My sister actually taught us this game, but I’ve attributed it to her 3 times and based on International Joke (& Recipe) Copyright Law, it is now mine and I can receive full credit. 
Now, I’m a lover of games. Yes, even silly mixers. Word games, especially. One time my sister and I played Taboo with a few friends and we were able to guess one another’s words with just one-word prompts. Once even with zero words, just a look. It was amazing. So when they shared this beauty, Pictionary Telephone, my party game world became complete. 
What you’ll need: Lots and lots of papers. I recommend quarter sheets (or slightly smaller if you have the luxury of a good paper cutter nearby). For each round you will need to make stacks of paper equal to the number of people playing. So if you have 8 people, you will need 8 stacks with 8 sheets of paper. A good hostess would staple these stacks to make things less confusing. 
For best results, sit in the round. A table is optimal. 
To begin, everyone has a stack of papers and a pen. The host would name a category (think “movies” or “things that make you go hmm”. In the case of Anna G, “weddings” or “marriage”). Each person would then come up with a phrase and write it on the top sheet of paper. (For example, “wedding bells are ringing” or “here comes the bride”). When complete, each person would lay the papers face down and slide it to the right. 
When everyone is ready (be prepared to impose a time limit), they pick up their neighbor’s stack and read the phrase. Then everyone would put that sheet of paper in the back (or flip if you scored a good stapling-hostess) and on the next sheet of paper, DRAW the phrase. Yes, that means someone is trying to draw wedding bells, ringing. 
When complete, each person puts their stack face down and slides it, again to the person on the right so that the stacks are making their way around the circle. You will not get your stack back until the end. So now each person is looking at a picture drawn by their neighbor. Each person will now guess what that picture is saying. They may NOT turn back to previous sheets to see what the phrase is or other drawings as it moves around the circle. They get only what the picture is and must turn the sheet to write a phrase of what they think the picture describes. 
Again, when complete, put the stack face down and pass to their neighbor. You should be receiving alternating drawings and phrase-writings from the same person each time. 
Continue in this pattern until you run out of paper – this means you get your own phrase back. Then share with the group one sheet at a time the progression of your phrase to see the final product. For funniest results, share the final phrase / drawing and reveal in reverse. 
Trust me, you’re going to want enough stacks of paper to do this multiple times. 

What love does

It’s no secret to those who know and love me best, I can be a real brat. If the last month of pregnancy and ensuing 6 weeks of newborndom revealed anything to me, it’s that my brattiness can reach epic levels at the most inconvenient of times. Yes, I can blame hormones and emotions and the like, but it’s completely unfair of me to write it off on circumstances and not accept responsibility for my princess-like tendencies. 

And yet. 
When I stomp around in the mornings, bitter over senselessness, he hugs me. 
When I can’t put my best face on and get frustrated with the kids a little too quickly, he makes breakfast. 
When I mope and stare into space, when I’m quiet and I withhold, he takes the children out of the house on errands. 
He loves me best when I need it most. 
He is my real-life, in-house picture of grace. 
Completely undeserved.
Never demanding. 
Always seeking the good of the whole, the Shalom of our home. 
Some people would get mad. Some would show me what life is like on the receiving end and return it as medicine. Some would point out my flaws and suggest I try to work on that – and all would be fair responses. But he doesn’t. 
He loves harder, digs deeper and forgives quicker. 
Completely. Undeserved. 

Fair and reasonable compensation

I read somewhere that at some point Congress considered finding a way to compensate for stay-at-home caregivers but there was no way to accurately gauge the work. Recently I’ve come up with a few ways we could begin to make home-making something where payment matched the scope of work. 

Price per:
1. Pairs of shoes picked up daily. (This could be pennies and I would still make a fortune).
2. Times I hear “Mama, watch!”
3. Trips up the staircase to give a baby the binky. 
4. Unloads of the dishwasher
5. Repeats of the phrase, “pick up your banana peel/cars/crayons/SHOES.”
Payment for cleaning up poop should be double, such as holiday pay. 
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