Monday, June 30, 2008

My Hero?


I never played a lot of video games as a kid. I chose to spend my time outside or on a stage. Thank goodness Parish isn't a big-time gamer, although Madden almost ended our relationship in college (but, that's a different blog entry). He does enjoy video games, but not to the point of compromising our marriage.

Perhaps I spoke too soon...about six-months ago, he began talking about this thing called a Wii. The more I learned about it, the more I thought it would be fun to own. Stores couldn't keep this game system in stock and with the three-digit price tag, I thought we could hold off. Parish continued to talk about it and the more I heard about it, the more I wanted to play it too. An interactive game that gets you off your tookus and whips you into shape...um, yeah! All the lights went on around our one-year anniversary and I made it my mission to find a Wii and surprise Parish. My mission was more complicated than I thought and after calling 400 Targets, in Arkansas and Colorado (I was desperate!) I located a GameStop that had it. Only thing was, the store was about an hour away from Little Rock. I sent an email to my (very understanding) boss and headed out to complete my mission. Two-and-half hours later, I had the coveted Wii. I thought to myself, "This thing better be a load of fun...or else!"

Needless to say, we joined the masses and enjoy bowling, tennis, golf and boxing from the comfort of our living room. The only thing I didn't know is that Wii is a drug. Okay, not in the physical sense, but very much in the MENTAL sense. The people at Nintendo know what they're doing. First of all, only one controller comes with the system, if you want to play with another person, (i.e. have fun) you need another controller. One of those puppies cost $60 and, oh yeah, you have to get this other controller in order to play some of the games. Price: $20. Eighty-dollars later and you haven't even turned the thing on! We might be eating rice and beans for the next couple of months, but at least we're having fun!

Turns out, Wii is A LOT of fun. The first day we got it we played it for at least three-hours. GH was the same way. The games require much more movement than I expected. After a couple rounds of boxing, I had to get water and sit down. Seriously! Parish enjoys tennis and we both like bowling. There is a feature on the system called Mii and you can create characters. The created characters show up in the game later on. You can create Mii characters to look like you or create a funky person and give them a name like "Lulu B" or "Lil B." I honestly have just as much fun creating a Mii than I do playing the actual game, true story.

Guitar Hero is another story. It is more frustrating than I imagined, although I'm slowly getting the hang of it. I've only thrown it once. Parish is catching on a lot more faster than I am (of course). GH brings out my competitive side and it is NOT pretty. Perhaps the jump from no video games to the most interactive games on the planet wasn't the best choice. But nonetheless, we have invested too much time and money to turn back now. Wii like to play.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Miss Pearl

After rockin' the '87 Honda Accord and the '95 Ford Taurus, I have joined the millennium. Parish and I purchased "Miss Pearl" yesterday after a very long, hard-fought battle. Let me start at the beginning...

About two-months ago, I started breaking down on the side of the road. We would get it towed (thanks Allstate and Shaun, my personal, tow-truck driver) and checked out. They would do some minor repairs and send me on my way. I would then drive hundreds of miles and then out of the blue, break down again. This must be said: I totally lose it when I break down on the side of the road. Not a little bit, I turn into a crazy lady. First, I call everyone I know and tell them I am broken down at the side-of-the-road. After I have enough sympathy, I call and order a tow. Then I call everyone back and tell them a tow truck is coming. It goes on like this until I get the car back. Well, after breaking down twice in one day, Parish and I decided to start looking for another car. Warning: looking for cars causes heated battles, proceed with caution.

After going through the car salesman/dealer fiasco, we decided to stop looking and ride out the Taurus for another year. At this point in time, the car mechanic couldn't find anything wrong with the car. I was (somewhat) content to wait the year out and ride off into the sunset in my Hummer when the time came to get my new car. Fast forward two-weeks: I needed to go take a photo for a story I was writing. I approach the car, get in, turn the key, it idles...and then DIES. Maybe I'm dreaming, so I try it four more times, same response. I can see myself picking out the interior for my Hummer and then reality sets in, "FIND A RELIABLE CAR!"

I go through my routine of calling everyone I know and then I call Parish and after a few choice words, he decides to head out that moment and start looking for a replacement car. During the first go-round I test drove a Jeep Commander and Jeep Compass. Second go-round was a Ford Five Hundred and a second Jeep Commander. Then I test drove a Huyndai Sonata and then finally a Nissan Altima. Finally, the Altima was chosen as the winner. After countless hours of research, Parish marched into the dealer with numbers in hand and fought a good fight. We walked away with a great deal and a 2005 Nissan Altima.

This was a very good, learning experience. Parish is such an amazing, strong person. I'm so proud of him. Hopefully we will not have to wage war against the dealership for a long time. I'm in love with my new car. She's crazy fast, good on gas and a joy to drive. I guess I will just have to call everyone and tell them my car is working great!