KOKOPOLO

Balderdash. Have you ever played? We hadn't either. Still haven't actually. Confused? Allow me to explain.

Balderdash, "The Classic Bluffing Game," is a game we played yesterday in the office. When we say played, we mean we made up our own rules. Same thing, right?

Basically, in Balderdash, you are supposed to make up funny stories, and make others think it's true. On a Balderdash card, there are 5 words or phrases. The first is a word that you are to make up a definition for, the second is a person you are to make up what they are "famous for," the third is an acronym you are to make up what it stands for, the fourth is a movie title that you are supposed to make up a plot for, and the fifth is a funny law that you are to fill in the blank.

We played. Card after card was drawn. Funny phrase, after funny name, after funny law. Laughter ensued. And then Kate McDowell drew the most epic card in the stack. Each category on this card is fantastic. I will go backwards.

law: In Alaska, no child may build..."A snowman that is taller than him or her."
Poor short Alaskan children. They have so much snow, yet their height hinders them from building a true, giant snowman.

movie: It Grow on Trees..."A happily married couple discovers that $10 bills are growing on trees in their backyard."
I'm going to Blockbuster today to find this ingenious film.

acronym: I.C.C.S...."International Cork Cutters' Society.
Travis is joining tomorrow.

person: Antoine Feuchtwanger..."He introduced the frankfurter wiener to America."
Thank you, man with impossible name to pronounce. You are our hero.

And then "Kokopolo" happened. What do you think it means? We would like to share with you what we each came up with.

Clare: means "GOOOOOALL" in a rare African language. (Imagine this- An African team shoots, they score, "KOKOPOLOOOOOOO")

Travis: a game played in a swimming pool by children in Nigeria where one player calls out "Koko" with his eyes closed and other players respond "Polo." (Imagine Marco Polo, but in African accents. And the word Koko is so much better than Marco.)

Greg: A tropical sport first played by shark wrestlers in which a ball is passed between players and thrown into a goal whilst riding sharks.

Greg won. But each definition was given special recognition.

Actual definition: "Fabled dragonfly who lured young girls by giving them moccasins."
WHAT?!!!? Creepiest bug ever.

That's all for today. We encourage you to watch the World Cup and yell KOKOPOLOOOO at each goal, and to play Koko-Polo whilst swimming in this warm, Texas heat. Oh, and if you like playing with sharks, uhh go for it. But we're not responsible for injuries.

lonelyyyyy

I'm so lonelyy

I've nobodyyy

for my own.

Today, the office is empty. Brian and Travis have trekked to Colorado with the little ones, so I am here all by my lonesome.

I would make fun of something in Brian's office, but it feels wrong without Travis, my partner-in-crime.

Remember these things:

1) Always wear your seatbelt.

2) Read book for England.

3) Brian thinks it's fashionable to have undershirt sleeves that are longer than his shirt.
Let him continue thinking this. It's more fun.

4) Memorize scripture for England.

5) The largest number of children born to one woman is recorded at 69. From 1725-1765, a Russian peasant woman gave birth to 16 sets of twins, 7 sets of triplets, and 4 sets of quadruplets. Ouch.

Travis and Clare, married mechanics?

Today, we had an interesting hour and a half long lunch break. We ventured to West Village in hopes of stumbling upon a delicious mystery restaurant as we have started running out of ideas for places to eat. Our quest was immediately delayed by a young gent in need of assistance. The smarty-pants left his lights on for the night and asked us, of all people, for help. Clare was skeptical at first, but Travis immediately volunteered Clare's car to do the job. So, we unparked and pushed the cars noses together, attached the cables, and started the engine. Nothing. Started the engine again. Nothing. Started the engine yet again, revved engine. Nothing. We failed at politely assisting a young chap in need. Good dead of the day, FAIL. Also, someone took Clare's parking spot. Anger.

We resumed our quest for the hidden restaurant, but decided that there was nothing to our liking. Returning to the car, we came across a young custodian. Whilst walking past him he boldly asked if we were married. What?? Um...no. He then inquired if either of us, individually, were married. Um...no. Interesting...

We finally settled on a nice pizza place about 30 seconds from the church. Brian was sitting inside.

That's all for today. What have we learned? Travis and Clare look like the best candidates to ask for help if your car is broken down. Also, we're married. What?

Dubble Bubble, lots of Trubble

For the past few weeks we've noticed that there is a slight obsession in this office with "Dubble Bubble" Bubble Gum. Every time Scott comes in he goes straight for the bucket. This bucket originally held 380 pieces of gum but today, it holds 3. Where did it all go?

Although this gum only holds flavor for about 2.3684 seconds (scientifically proven) it is quite addicting. We ourselves have fallen victim to its bubblicious power. Once it hits your lips there is no turning back. You reach for piece after piece as the flavor enriches your mouth over and over again.

We are however confused by the name of the gum. First of all, why do they feel the need to misspell Double? It still rhymes either way you spell it. Second, wouldn't you think with a name like Dubble Bubble you could blow massive bubbles? Clare has it down, Travis on the other hand struggles. He just can't do it. If anyone is giving bubble gum blowing lessons, please contact Travis as soon as possible. We are worried.

That's all for today. We encourage you to try some Dubble Bubble for yourself. It's almost worth it.