So tonight we checked out a US VS German soccer game. It was pretty embarassing to say the least for the Americans. But here's where it gets good--
After the game there was this big party and a contest for fastest soccer shot. There was a speedometer that clocked the balls speed.
Guess who won the shoot out?
Yep, that's right.
Guess what the prize was?
Yep, right again.
Guess what my brothers are getting for Christmas this year?
Yep.
(My luck sometimes even surprises me. But when I saw that table, it was like in Pulp Fiction when Uma Thruman says to John Travolta at Jack Rabbit Slims, "I want to dance, I want to win, I want that trophy." The only difference was that I hadn't just powdered my nose and the milk shakes were only $2.95)
Things got interesting when we (read: me, insisiting it will fit) tried for 10 minutes to cram it in our two door sports car. Finally I decided it might scratch the cars upholstery (read: there was never an earthly chance to begin with, what was I thinking?) and we should find a new way.
So we walked around the building and parking lot with a foosball table. Finally we found a Russian with a taxi cab-van and put it in back. He just stared blankly at us, his eyes like dinner plates, stone armed and freezing. Yeah, we know, stupid Americans.
But now we're stupid Americans with a sweet action foosball table in the room.
Which is good because the room was feeling too big lately. Now, our humble, meant for one person for a night or two hotel room is not only a dining room, bedroom, living room, bathroom, and kitchen... It's also our game room.
It's like a bad episode of Friends. We're just missing the monkey.
Oh, and Becca wants me to mention that while I was insisting and demanding the table WOULD fit in the car she had her arms crossed and was rolling her eyes. Most of you probably knew that anyway.
Also, she wants me to post this picture, of our kitchen (read: bathroom) sink.
11 comments:
Awesome! That deserves a huge "ATTABOY"; as grandpa would say!
You should bring that to San Marcos and we'll party in the Spring!
Wow!!!!!!!!!! I can just see you trying to cram that thing into your car. Brings back memories of when you crammed stuff into your beloved Jeep. Becca, the "rolling of the eyes" is a tradition of mine. Keep up the good work. There always comes the moment when you are right and it won't work. I love you both very much. And, hooray for the three Rice brothers - who, by the way, are about as precious as boys can get.
I still contend that me cramming every thing I owned into a Jeep cherokee (on several occasions) is worthy of a Nobel prize. At least an honorary degree in interior design.
But I was really wrong with the foosball table. I was just really caught up in the excitement.
But thanks Grams for the kind words...
"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy," said the little brothers.
Go ahead and ship it - we're ready to play!!
Now if I can just find an enormous box...
ok seriously Michael, please tell me you know how to do dishes since you are married and all! :-)
Di... Dish. Oh, dishes.
Yeah, they're those things humans use for food. Michael must eat food. Must use dish.
Michael is actually not aloud to do the dishes since he's not extremely sanitary about it. This rule started when I saw him drop his toothpaste paste spit into the dishes soaking in hot soapy water and seriously have no problem with it.
Me, completely shocked and disgusted, "MICHAEL!"
Michael, with absolutely no conviction "What, it's just toothpaste spit"
Friends and family, am I alone on this?
P.S. the dishes in the sink are actually all the dishes that we own :)
Michael is actually not aloud to wash the dishes since he doesn't know how to be sanitary about it. This rule began when I caught Michael dropping his toothpaste spit into the sink full of dishes soaking in hot soapy water.
Me, completely shocked and disgusted "MICHAEL"
Michael, with no conviction whatsoever "What? It's just toothpaste spit"
Friends and Family, am I alone on this?
P.S. thos dishes in the sink are actually ALL the dishes that we own, plus one pot. :)
As I sit here shaking my head, I must say you are not alone on this one. Just remember the "for better, for worse" part. Although I don't think there was anything in the covenant about toothpaste spit!
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