Ever wish you were funnier or smarter? Every time I’m with my family I wish it. They are so much fun. The talk goes 90 miles an hour and at times I feel quite slow. My family is the type you don’t want to get embroiled watching Jeopardy with or even playing a game of Trivial Pursuit unless you’ve got a team. One of my newest favorites is Smarty Pants for Wii, because the animation is so funny it keeps me entertained even when I perform poorly!
The brains in my family fascinate me, especially those of my husband and my son. I love to call them the “Kings of Useless Facts” but it’s only because I’m jealous. They could have given the late Howard Cosell a run for his money with sports facts, and either of them could have been a sports commentator on just about any sport. It’s uncanny when they watch a game or a NASCAR race to listen to them talk about the action, only to hear the commentator repeat their words seconds later.
My daughters are pretty good, too, at giving their dad a run for his money on the “name that tune” game. The problem (if you want to call it a problem) is that he wants to take the game further into name the band, the year, the lead singer, lead guitarist, drummer, you name it, he probably can! If it’s classic rock, one daughter is the expert, if it’s 80’s, 90’s, hiphop or pop, my youngest will probably beat out her dad and he will quickly tire of the game since he just can’t win.
I guess that’s the secret—it’s the competition. I don’t think I’ve ever been all that competitive. I hear about the “eye of the tiger” you need to win and although I can see it, marvel at it, and even stand in dreadful awe of it if we’re in a crowd of people we don’t know very well, I have rarely felt it. Don’t get me wrong, it feels good to win, but it doesn’t drive me to finish a game when it’s past my bedtime and two cups of coffee isn’t even keeping me going anymore!
So I guess I’ll give up wishing and hoping for being funny and brainy at this late stage of life and settle for wowing people with the occasional chocolate cake, or banana pudding with the “wrong kind of cookies.” In some ways, that makes me the “Smarty Pants.”
It's a skill that a person is born with and developes over time. Came close to gettin' my *** beat a couple of times considering how far I went with Dad. Glad to see the tradition carries on........
ReplyDeleteYour writing is so witty. That definitely makes you a smarty pants!
ReplyDeleteI've always wished I were a quick thinker -- quick witted -- but I've come to realize that God made some of us just to laugh at those who are -- otherwise we would all be in competition, right?
ReplyDeleteJust glad I have friends like you guys I can hang out and laugh with, even if I can only add an occasional yuk yuk... :o)
What, I ask you, is wrong with wowing people with chocolate cake? That is a valuable skill that many don't have and.....isn't 'taste' a better sense than 'hear'ing facts on Nascar? Just think, if those that can cook/bake, don't, how pathetic would all those smarty pant's be?
ReplyDeleteWhich makes YOU the smarty pants!
Well I can agree on the competition thing and winning isn't what drives me, but as I remember back in the day we were pretty good at winning as a team with Password and spades.
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