Mild Amusement

So, a while back, a bunch of folks in my extended family decided they wanted to play fantasy football . If you've never heard of this game, you pretend like you're managing a fake (that's where the "fantasy" part comes in) team of players. You score points based on how well they play, and the point is to score more points than your opponents. It's simple in concept, and it's ridiculously popular. I like watching football , so I joined up. I figured it was all in fun, and it gave us the chance to do some friendly trash talking in the process. Remember, this is the same crew that made up its own vocabulary for a phone game and turned competitive walking into laugh-out-loud jokes . I knew for darn certain that this was going to lead to jokes and hilarity. Sign me up. First things first, we needed to draft our players. Just like in the real NFL, each team in a fantasy league takes a turn to pick the player it wants. It can take a while, since folks can ta...

I have a couple of friends with whom I routinely have dinner. We always go to different restaurants, and try various types of cuisine. None of us are foodies , but we do enjoy each other's company and the idea of breaking bread while we do so. So, we've had a bunch of meals together, and some of those meals have involved ethnic cuisine. That's where the fun of this post comes in. You see, we've had Peruvian food a few times, and they've always asked me what a particular dish was made out of or how something tasted. I am the resident Peruvian in the group, so it makes a ton of sense. For example, if I was going to a Brazilian churrascaria  and I had a Brazilian friend joining me, I'd direct any questions about the menu or the meal to that person. You figure the Brazilian would be more likely to know, right? Anyhow, we were having dinner once, and one of these folks asked what lomo saltado was. I explained it as a beef stir fry type dish, and that sounded app...

You know how guys tend to get crap from women for not noticing details about their significant others? Um, yeah, I have a story about that very subject. As it turns out, so does the Mild Girlfriend. Years back, she kept her hair pretty long, almost down to her waist. It wasn't like she made a big thing of styling it, but it was fairly apparent attribute to most of the people around her. Well, most people. When she chopped off a good chunk of it one day, multiple guys around her couldn't quite figure out what had changed. The way she tells it, many of them said to her, "wait ... did you change something? Something is different ..." The women around her, on the other hand, immediately ran up to her and complimented her on her new hair cut. It wasn't even a question, they just knew. Not only that, but they noticed and they provided feedback about it. Remember, most of the guys were still back in the, "I wonder what changed?" phase. The Mild Girlf...

So, as I've mentioned before, I got a Fitbit as a gift a while back. So far, the thing has called me fat and tricked me into walking in circles . That was more than enough for that first blog post, but the fun didn't stop there. Oh no, friends. There has been more added to the list. As it turns out, my brother and sister both picked up Fitbits of their own. And as is wont to happen in my family, they quickly turned this into fun for everyone. Remember, this is the same crew that turned Clash of Clans into a family affair . I forget who challenged who first, but very soon after they both had their devices, they were competing with each other to see who could get the most steps. Sure, the usual refrains about the device being slightly inaccurate applied (washing dishes can sometimes register as steps), but it should've balanced out over the course of the competition. To be honest, though, that's when the laughs really started. First of all, my brother mentioned that h...