Tuesday, June 26, 2007

New Addiction: Guitar Hero

Oh, boy. I'm hooked! And my kids have created a monster who won't give up her spot at the PlayStation 2.

I started my own career today. I've made it up a couple of levels in the easy category. But the addiction all started with me trying to play Free Bird on the medium level. I tried and tried but just couldn't pass the song! The "fans" booed me and I got booted out every time. So I decided to start my own career to improve so I can get to the point where I can complete the classic. :)

This was a great refresher for my brain today as I was working on plotting the middle of my current book. My brain would get tired, so I would play a few songs until my hand would start cramping. My son even held a competition with me. He played Free Bird on expert, and I played on easy. If he won, I had to feed the dogs. If I won, he had to.

Well, my 12 year old beat me, even on the expert level. He's pretty amazing. Then he put in a cheat code that put the game on hyper speed, and his fingers were moving in such a blaze of speed (and the notes were flying by so fast on the screen) that I knew this aged body and brain of mine could never compete.

So for any of you out there who have kids with this game, it's time to own up to your own playing habits. Am I the only addict out there? LOL

Missy Skynard, I mean Tippens

Monday, June 18, 2007

It's all in the little things--A Father's Day tribute

I can't believe how long it's been since I posted! I'm so sorry. I've had children at home and have also had the end of my quarter at school so have been working many extra hours.

Today is a tribute to my dad for Father's Day. When I think of my dad, I remember all the little things that mean so much...

I remember walking to the cafeteria in first grade (my school was on the university campus and we ate in the cafeteria with the college students). Each day we marched in a line right past my dad's office building, and just about every day he would make it outside to wave at me. I was always so proud that he worked on campus.

I also remember that office more than most of the others he had over the years. I would sit at his desk and open the long, skinny drawer in the middle to play with paperclips and other "stuff".

I remember that he bought me the first perfume I ever had. It smelled like lemons. And it made me feel like such a lady. I felt so grownup and special.

I remember him dancing me across the floor with me standing on his feet. And I laughed so hard.

I remember him remodeling an attic room for my friends and me to hang out in junior high. He put in a stereo system that had quadraphonic sound and a little gear shift/joy stick that you could use to move the sound around the room's four speakers. :) We spent a lot of snow days out of school listening to Boston.

And later, I remember him helping me move in and out of the dorm in college since he volunteered to help at the girls' dorms.

I remember his yummy special pasta recipe that he baked in individual dishes whenever I took friends home from college. They started begging to go home with me every weekend!

I remember loving that he was on campus when I was there once again, well past first grade. His office was near all my classes so I could stop by if I needed, say, some cash. Or had locked my keys in the car (with the car running!). Things like that. :) (Poor Daddy!)

Now I get to see special things he does for my kids. And he and my mom are also helping a young mom in their church who is basically single (husband is in prison) and has 5 or 6 children.

All the things I remember made me feel loved and special. And it's being passed along to my children and others.

So thank you, Daddy! And Happy Father's Day.

Love, Missy