Ramblings of a Ringless Wife

Ringless Wife, Messy House, Cluttered Brain. All in a standard day.

June 1: When things are on the Tipayatung

Tonight, I had a great couple of hours at my friend Rebecca’s house, playing a game with her and my other friend Joel. Joel has moved to Melbourne, about 3 hours away and tonight has been the first time in ages we have been able to chill, just the three of us, like old times.

Bec had pulled out the board games and one of them is the best one I have ever bought: Tipayatung. Can you say that? It’s pronounced “Tip O’ Ya Tongue.” and it’s a crack up.

Basically, you have to make your way around the board while answering lines to which the answers are on the tip of your tongue.

As you can see, there are four symbols on the board: a camera, quote marks, a koala and music notes. These correspond to to the quotes, nursery rhymes or songs you have to complete.

There are three levels: Green, then Blue, then Red. But, there are also Fate card which may change the course you’re on for the game – even if you’re on the final square!

The aim of the game is to answer all your lines correctly to progress, but to win you have to land on the final square and answer all four questions on a red card. But, to land on the final square, you have to exactly on it with your roll of the dice: If you are one spot away and you roll a six, you end up five squares away from the final spot.

Anyway, we spent two hours playing this game and cracking up. It was full of bad singing, dancing, looks of “omigodiknowthisquotehowdoyounotknowit?” and just plain old fun.

I have so missed playing games on our weekly “games nights” – I had forgotten how much fun it was just to chill and laugh with Bec and Joel. I enjoyed it 🙂

Other games I really enjoy are Scrabble, Upwords, and of course, the age old “Trouble.”

As you can see, it’s letter and word games that seem to grab my attention most.

I bought Tipayatung at Kmart, but you can get it online. I would highly recommend it, it’s a great game for a laugh!

All images from www.boardgamegeek.com because I sucked and forgot to take them. I was too busy singing lines from Born in The USA and Priscilla, Queen of The Desert. My bad.

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May 29: Why I love Instagram!

Who here has heard of Instagram? It’s a photo-blog, similar to tumblr but exclusively for iPhones and Androids. Facebook recently bought it so I will assume that there will be some changes to it, soon.

I’m a bit of a snap happy person – I love photos and capturing moments that would otherwise go on unremembered.

Instagram is perfect for me because it means that I can shoot my pics and upload them straight away, without flooding my FB newsfeed, which is something I used to do all too often.

I am, however, snobbishly selective on who I follow. I only follow people who I know AND like (plus a few fellow bloggers as they make me laugh when I read) because, like FB, Instagram  does have a “photofeed” which shows you whats been uploaded and by who etc.

I am going to be all hipsterish and say I have had Instagram for months – long before it was cool. But, back then, it was as boring as dog poo because no one else had it! I like the fact that it is now a popular thing and I am able to interact with my friends and family on it.

Having my manicurist tag me in photos of new nails she has done, or seeing photos of her son (who is my Cheezy Poof) is always good, checking out the awesome shoes my sister posts which make me salivate is awesome, and getting a snap shot glimpse into peoples lives without the intrusive phone calls is handy!

(Note: Am I the only person who prefers text to calls? I always feel like I’m intruding when I make a call to someone, whereas with a text they can just ignore it.)

Instagram also has with it a set of handy-dandy filters which I love – it can turn any photo into an edited masterpiece, regardless of the photographers skill or desire. There have been more than a few occasions when I have employed the filters to make a boring photo more interesting – and I do love the ability to focus on one aspect of your photo graph and blur the rest!

To be completely h0nest, my Instagram is generally filled with photos of my cat and the weird stuff she gets up to (Crazy Cat Lady, anyone?) but interspersed with shameless selfies of myself – particularly when my hair is looking fiiiiiine. Chuck in a few random pics of my friends and I with doodle shaped balloon headbands and some kids rummaging through my skip  and you pretty much have my Instagram profile.

The only real downside to Instagram is that it is only phone-based – it means you can’t get on a computer to follow people, you have to do it through your phone, and you can’t upload pictures from a PC either – however, with the sale of it to Facebook, I don’t doubt that it will be remedied shortly!

Do you have an Instagram? What’re your thoughts or feeling on it?

You can follow me on the program by searching @ringlesswife – At this stage, I’m the only one who pops up!!!


May 3: Why being awesome is super hard.

OK – we all know I am just dripping in super-awesomeness, yes?
Tonight’s post talks about how being awesome isn’t always the greatest thing.

I get people telling me I’m awesome for a variety of reasons:

  • you are awesome at pissing me off
  • you’re awesome for helping
  • you could sell snow to an eskimo, you’re that awesome
  • the way you fail to grasp simple maths is awesome
  • the way you manage to offend people without trying is just awesome
  • if you don’t take your awesome self away from me I’m going to kick your awesome ass

In fact, I tell my mother quite freqeuently that her awesomness is only present because of my gestation.

BUT: being awesome is frigging hard!

It’s hard to consistently be the happy and lovely and funny and cheery-uppy friend people always turn to. Of course, you take your awesome self around and you help them, because that is what friends do, regardless of whether or not you are having a day in your pyjamas and a top that may or may not have ice cream and chocolate stains on it. From two days ago.

People tend to not see past the awesome facade, and don’t see that being the happy little Vegemite may be an act. They don’t see that sometimes, you might need them to become “Captain Awesome” and come save you from putting your head in the oven.

I find, it’s hard to keep up with your awesome self. It’s like once you awesome for someone, you always have to be awesome. You make a funny joke at a BBQ and from then on you are expected to be funny. You flash some randoms at a party and you are expected to flash forever.

Being awesome means that sometimes you hide what you’re really feeling to the outside world, and project the awesome exterior so no one sees the cracks behind your face mask. It means that sometimes your bat cave is your sanctuary and you will inject Malaria to whoever comes near your front door secret hideaway entrance.

There are days when I just don’t feel like wearing my  knickers outside of my leggings and my towel cape needs to stay in the linen press along with my sleeping mask that I have cut eye holes out of.

I am lucky in that there are some of my friends who also wear this costume for me when I need it (except they wear their own knickers). I like having some people who know that my awesomeness does sometimes tire me out.

Me and  Batman – we totally have this in common. Except for the whole he is rich and owns a city and can fly and his mask is actually a real one, not made out of a cheap sleep mask that I have hacked to death.

What do you do when your epic awesomeness needs refuelling? I would love some suggestions on how to recharge my “awesome” batteries.

And if you manage to write a post with as many “awesome’s” in it, I won’t give you anything… except maybe an internet high five.