Tahiti Def Note
Sir Luke decided to stick it to the man when he found out that our Wii Guitar Hero wasn’t in stereo. So when, amongst his geek blogs, he found out that you could return the entire game and get $130 for a game we only paid $90 for, we were in.
We pre-ordered the newest Guitar Hero: World Tour. It’s way more awesome than I thought. First, you can make your own characters. Then, you can sing along with the guitar player with the handy headset. Also, if you want to add more instruments you can, no Rockband necessary. Last, there are WAY more awesome songs on this one, meaning I actually knew most of them. On the old one I only knew the songs after I played Guitar Hero for a while.
Sir Luke went to Gamestop at midnight Saturday night, whilst I was konked out in bed, and procurred our pre-order. Unfortunately, our guitar was busted and wehn he tried to play Sunday morning it wasn’t working. The poor lad went back to Gamestop as soon as it opened at 11am and traded it for a functioning copy. We played most of Sunday afternoon and evening. I have learned I’m not a very good singer.
On the website you can generate a Guitar Hero name for yourself*.
I’m also known as:
If you can’t manage to understand that chicken scratch it says, Tahiti Def Note. Pretty awesome.
I have to photograph Trunk or Treat tomorrow for my church. I’ve been contemplating if I want to dress up or not. And I’m pretty sure if I go as anything it will be a Guitar Hero. I’ll sling the Guitar over my back and rock myself out.
*Capree, Brady and I spent about 5 hours doing name generators a couple years ago. It was pretty awesome.
Free Rental Monday!
If you don’t already get the free movie codes from Redbox texted to you every Monday, you should.
Here’s today’s rental code, good for today only until midnight tonight!
93NCA5
Hooray for free stuff!
Date Night!
We don’t go on date nights too often but when I got free tickets to a hockey game from work we made a date of it. We started off the night with a trip to Johnny Rockets in the Venetian. The prices on the Strip in Vegas are even higher than New York! I couldn’t believe it.
But it was all worth it. I love me some Johnny Rockets and I loved the cute Jack-O-Lantern out of the ketchup for my fries. The best part of Johnny Rockets are the malts. No one knows what a malt is anymore. People try to pretend shakes are malts, but don’t be deceived my friends. They are very different.
We made it to the Wranglers game just in time. It was so much fun! Hockey is the only sport out there that allows a full on fist fight in the middle of the game. Wow. Plus at halftime we got to watch a bunch of six-year-olds chase after a puck. It was probably the cutest thing I’ve seen. But to be honest I would have skated much worse than they did.
Icons
Sir Luke has some rad icons on his desktop. I was jealous so he let me in on his secret. I’ve tried to do it before but it never worked…
Until now:
So here are your instructions. Thank you Lifehacker! Hopefully they work out as well for you as they did for me. Unfortunately for all you PC users I don’t have any suggestions.
Welp
I forgot to blog today. So here is a picture for you to enjoy from the old days of A Life in Polaroid, which has pretty much died because all my pictures show up on this blog.
I love this photo of my dad. He’s having hip surgery in December. I can’t wait til he’s back on his feet!
Prairie Wind
My Parents drove through town last night up to watch my nieces and nephews for the week.
My mom reminded me of the Van Horn family cook book which has some great family recipes as well as some poetry. I liked this poem by my great grandmother Dorothy Victorine Ellwood Van Horn.
Prairie Wind
The prairie wind came over the hill,
And she blew,
She blew dirt from rock to rill,
And she blew.
She blew the clothesline up in the air,
And scattered the linens everywhere.
And she blew – blew – blew – blew – blew.
She blew the soot right into the soup,
And she blew.
She made the oysters loop the loop,
And she blew.
She blew the lining from the well.
The farmer said things we cannot tell,
And she blew – blew – blew – blew – blew.
She blew the driver from the bus,
And she blew.
He began to fume and fuss,
And she blew.
She blew the harness form the wall.
She blew the horse right out of the stall,
And she blew – blew – blew -blew – blew.
When we think of it now, we have to laugh,
And she blew.
She blew the hide right off the calf,
And she blew.
She blew it into the kitchen door,
And it landed right on the parlor floor,
And she blew – blew – blew – blew – blew
Oh, the prairie wind went over the hill,
And she blew.
She blew someone and she wouldn’t be still,
And she blew.
She blew a hole right through the hill,
And for all we know she is blowing still,
And she blew – blew – blew – blew – blew.
It may not be the best poetry you’ve ever read, but I feel connected to her because of her words. I am grateful to have this kind of history available to me. Genealogy is fantastic! I can’t wait for the new PAF to become available to everyone!