Game Day

Okay, I have a confession to make: I am a HUGE game nerd. 

I don't mean video games, but rather board/card games. And it isn't just me, oh no, it is my whole family. No one is safe; probably all of my friends have played some sort of card game with my family at one point or another. And my future husband, whoever he may be, doesn't have a prayer. Both of my sister-in-laws have been sucked in, too. 

It all started when I was a wee one: the first game that I remember playing with my siblings and mom was the Berenstain Bears Hat Game, where you had to match the hats up with each member of the Bear family before you got a wind card that would blow your hats away. 

I was taught how to play Uno probably at age 3 or so - on a Rugrats Uno deck I might add; Reptar was the 'pick up two' card; so ballin'. 

I remember being so excited when I was allowed to play with the 'grown up' cards when I was about 5, since my hands were then big enough to hold all the cards. 

For awhile growing up, my dad and I had a million point game going on - we didn't make it that far, but I know that we made it somewhere in the hundred thousands. 

I clearly remember my dad teaching me to play Phase 10. I was probably around 5 or 6. Our church would go to this camp in Delaware over Labor Day when I was growing up, and my dad taught me how to play that card game out on the porch of our cabin, slowly explaining the differences between sets and runs. 

I remember that breaking out Monopoly (either the NFL or Star Wars addition) meant two things: 1.) we had to find the extra card table 2.) it was probably a snow day. 

I learned quickly that Dutch Blitz, aka the best Pennsylvania Dutch game, is the loudest, most intense, and fun game ever. (Ha, Amy and mine dorm neighbors learned that too on Hurricane Day.)

I learned the French words for car parts whilst playing Mille Bornes.

But, I knew that I made it into the big leagues, when I was about 10 or 11 and was taught how to play Rage. Rage is a card game that has an interesting history. It was called "Oh Hell!" and "Shit!" at different times. When I was growing up, you had to be very careful with the Rage cards because they weren't being produced anymore. (My sister left one of our decks out in the rain when we were camping one time - she still gets crap for that over 15 years later.) They could be purchased in German, if you were lucky. For awhile you had to pay around $40 for a deck on Ebay. Thank goodness, now another company started making them...but my family stocks up on decks, just in case. 

I officially became accepted as an adult when I was 12 or 13 and answered the correct answer to "What was the year that Albert Einstein died?" in Trivial Pursuit. The answer is 1955 in case you were wondering. 

In case it wasn't obvious, I spent the majority of today playing games with my mom and dad, including 5 Crowns, SkipBo, and Scattegories; the latter in which I heard my mom say the words 'homeboy' and 'Ratfink.' 

In fact, as I type this my parents are arguing over the rules of Peaknuckle. 

I love my family. 

Sweater - Re-Threads Consignment Shop

Jeans - Hand me downs

Bag - Thrifted (it was only a $1!)

Boots - Thrifted 

xoxo, 

Laura 

P.S. Sorry that this post really has nothing to do with what I'm wearing. 

Also, thanks again to Becky for taking these pictures for me. :)