Catch Phrase

For being an English major, I'm shockingly bad at Catch Phrase. The words pop up on the screen and those words I want to say are ones I'm not allowed to use. It helps me to know Keith, who speaks almost as many languages and I do, isn't good at it either. He just sits there and screams, "OOHH!, OKAY! UHHH!!!"

I, on the other hand, stare blankly, "I don't know who this is."

"It's a person," someone guesses.

"Yes, a man."
"Describe him."

Okay, if I don't know who a person is, how on earth am I going to describe him? Lucky for me, Allyson started shouting out mens' first names and hits the right one, Jack. My entire team began listing famous people with the first name Jack. When I heard, "Jack Nicholson" I threw the controller at Nikki, sitting behind me on the couch.

"That's not what it says!" Nikki exclaimed. She'd been peering over my shoulder, enjoying my struggle. "It says Jack Nicklaus."

"Are they two different people? I don't know who either one of those people are," I admitted. A year ago I would have struggled and continued the game, lying, if necessary, that I'd heard someone say "Jack Nick-claus."

David leapt to my rescue explaining who each person was, and they gave my team a point anyway.

This same thing happens in Apples to Apples all of the time. I'll throw people-cards cluelessly if I don't have anything better to put in. Sometimes the other players find the choice hilarious and I win; other times they find the card offensive. Oops.

Learning to ask questions and admit when I don't know something,
<>< Katie

PS: I do know that text messages reading, "WHAT NO BLOG YET??? Are you alive? Are you conscious? Did you get eaten by a walrus? You do realize it's almost 4 and thus you have 8 hours left to blog" really mean "My day is not complete until Katie updates her brilliant blog. Perhaps she has forgotten about my dependency on reading it and therefore I shall remind her."

Captivating in Mexico?

I won't update my blog again tonight... I don't think.

A lot of people confuse my sister Laura and me. For some reason they don't understand we're twenty-seven months apart and not identical twins. I've blog-complained about this before. However, it was taken to a whole new level tonight.

She burst into my room to tease me for reading so many books over break.
"Have you ever read Captivating?" She asked me.
"Yes, in Mexico."
"Which Mexico trip?"
"I've only been to Mexico once," I told her. Duh!
"Nooooo.... I read Captivating in Mexico."

Ooops.

I think I was so stunned by her book recommendation (normally I'm the one saying, "You have to read this book!") that I was confused. In my own defense, I must have read Captivating in the Bahamas. Or maybe not. Now that I'm looking for my own copy of Captivating, I can't find it. I know I read that book! And I'm pretty sure it was pool-side.

This is almost as great as the time I called my friend Laura on the phone.
"Hi, Katie," she answered. This threw me off.
"Hi, Katie; it's Laura," I responded.
Wrong.

After umpteen years of being confused with my not-twin twin sister now I'm confused... apparently.

My name is Katie. My name is Katie. My name is Katie. My name is Katie.

And I need to go to Mexico and read Captivating to straighten out this mess.

<>< Katie