Car Color Game

When I was a child, we sometimes traveled a from New Jersey across the country to visit my grandparents in Utah and uncles and aunts in California, Oregon, and Idaho.

In order to pass the time while rolling down the highway for several days in a row in the 1960's, we played games such as "The Alphabet Game," (click to see the rules. It's the first one on the list, followed by several others, most of which we never played) The License Plate Game, (4th on the list linked above) and the Car Color Game (not listed on the link.)

The Car Color Game involves choosing a color and counting how many cars you see in that color. The first one to whatever pre-determined number is set (1, 5, 20, 50, whatever you can agree on) is the winner!

I tended to choose my favorite colors: bright yellow, orange, green, or red, if one of my other many siblings didn't yell them out first. Funny thing about it, though, is that I don't ever remember winning.

As I recall, my older brother usually chose white, which, while at times a useful color (or absence of color, depending on who you talk to), is also one of the most boring colors on the planet, in my opinion.

But my recollection also serves to remind me that this brother of mine almost always won the game.

I wonder why?

Style

My 9-year-old granddaughter went shopping with me at the thrift store, and guess what? She found some shoes that fit! When she asked if I would please get them for her, I took this picture and sent it to her dad (my son) to see if it was ok for her to tip-toe home in these orange foot confections.

While waiting for his reply, my granddaughter changed her mind about the shoes, deciding that they looked oh-so-cute, but ended up not feeling oh-so-good after all.

Style is so subjective. What one person might think is a dream come true could be seen by someone else as a nightmare.

When I ask Carolyn how she'd like her hair done, she usually says I can pick. "I trust you," she says.

Well, I have rather quirky tastes, but since Carolyn can't see her hair, she doesn't complain.

Actually, I often take pictures of her hairstyles because she can't really maneuver the hinged mirrors in her bathroom that allow her to see the back of her hair, and she almost always lights up with a smile and says, "I love it!"

This would fit in a Dr. Seuss book.

And this fancy Arabian Nights Princess one is made with a necklace and hair clips.  

Would you call your style Traditional? Conservative? Chic? Artsy? Casual? Tomboy? Or just put-some-clothes-on-that-fit and go outside?

Sticky Cat

When Carolyn changed her bedding, she thought that pulling the blanket off her bed would make the cat hop off.

But something made the cat stick to the blanket even as it slid off the bed.

lt could have been her claws stuck in the blanket.

It could have been static electricity holding her in place.

It could be a huge wad of chewed gum.

Or it could be that this cat loves Carolyn so much she doesn't believe that anything Carolyn does will hurt her.

How often do you change your bed linens?

St. George Opoly

When I was a kid, I learned how to play Monopoly, but I was never a big fan of it. It was rather stressful trying to decide if I should buy a property, and I always felt badly when someone landed on my property and I was supposed to make them pay me money for it. 

Since it was such a dreary game, I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw that it had a version made for a TOWN. How many separate towns was it made for? Who would buy it?

Would you?

Spaceship

While on a ride in the mountains in a side by side, I was startled to see a white spaceship in the sky. When I whipped out my phone to take a picture, Bob kindly stopped the vehicle so I could focus on the anomaly.

But wait...as I zoomed in I could see that it wasn't a spaceship.

It was one of the most unusual clouds I'd ever seen.

Do you like cloud watching?

What's the most unusual one you've seen?

Pinwheels

There's no age limit to pinwheels. You can have them as an adolescent or as an adult, too. 

Carolyn and I both like them, and she ended up getting some.

But where to put them?

Bob had an idea to put them outside Carolyn's office window so she could watch them spin, He actually drilled holes in the porch railings, hero that he is. How cheerful it is to watch them spin and catch the light.

Did you have pinwheels as a child?

Do you like them?