I love all sorts. Today I am going to introduce you to one of my favorites.
Give me the Brain. You pay $4 get a pdf and print some cards. it’s neat as all get out. this is how I did it. The game is so fun. the concept is you are zombies running a restaurant. There is one brain between you. Some tasks require the brain to do. some don’t. The winner is the one who ends up with no cards.
There is a version of cards already made on Amazon…But I like my printed cards best. We went and had them laminated. Found a fake brain at the dollar tree that we keep with it and a six sided dice. (You need the dice) It has been hours of fun for us.
A single game usually takes around 15-20 minutes to play and can be anywhere from 2-10 players with no problems. The flavor text on the cards are a source of humor…and it really is good clean family friendly fun. (we got the deck when my daughter was around six. She loves it.)
Spooky, scary skeletons Send shivers down your spine Shrieking skulls will shock your soul Seal your doom tonight
Spooky, scary skeletons Speak with such a screech You’ll shake and shudder in surprise When you hear these zombies shriek
We’re sorry skeletons, you’re so misunderstood You only want to socialize, but I don’t think we should
‘Cause spooky, scary skeletons Shout startling, shrilly screams They’ll sneak from their sarcophagus And just won’t leave you be
Spirits supernatural are shy what’s all the fuss? But bags of bones seem so unsafe, it’s semi-serious
Spooky, scary skeletons Are silly all the same They’ll smile and scrabble slowly by And drive you so insane
Sticks and stones will break your bones They seldom let you snooze Spooky, scary skeletons Will wake you with a boo!
My 2 Cents –
Okay, I know this is a silly song. But it suits this time of year. I really am in the fall mood. And considering my kid blew my phone up while I was out of contact with a text chain containing one text for each word of the lyrics to this…I really had no choice…dance with me?
This weekend I was easily able to make that goal and then some.
My daily goal? 250 word count and a poem. It doesn’t sound like a lot… but I don’t often make it. Between the publication process and life being what it is… I stay busy.
I had no Internet and no computer and no access to the phone where I have been. So I was just able to draw and write.
I got a new kids book written, several poems, and Serena got quite a bit of her new story for the spring fae corps Anthology done. (It’s about half way written now). I was only gone for a weekend.
Maybe I need to plan on writing retreats. Serena needs to start putting some work in on her books. Next year this is an option for me.
But being out of contact is anxiety inducing for me. This is a wonderful thing for my writing but it is not a good thing for me personally. It is something I will have to think about.
I normally do Wow Wednesday…but this week is going to be a crazy one for me…and I am likely to be late next week on being able to schedule my blog. I am going to be out of Internet ability next weekend.
I will try to get it up, but I cannot guarantee anything.
I have things planned for every day this week. EVERY DAY.
Monday I am taking my girl and we are going to Spirit Halloween to look around.
Tuesday there is doctor appointments. Multiple ones.
Wednesday (Today) I need to go help my sister go through her storage building – with possibility of my walking away with a new keyboard (musical type). She is needing to condense it down and wants me to take stuff I want. So I really am looking forward to spending the day with her (Even without the storage building being involved) and the adventure sounds fun.
Thursday I am supposed to be packing/ getting ready to go out of town.
Friday I am going to my friends camp and spending the weekend. It is a nice camp, but I will be out of reach. No cell signal. No internet. So Techno geek me – panics. But we promised we would go.
We will return Sunday…but it will be forever….ya know?
If I don’t have my usual posts next week – that is why. I will have the Drawtober posts regardless. I have already scheduled those through October. (I went ahead and did the art for it so I did not have to worry about things like this.)
Mayday, mayday, the ship is slowly sinking They think I’m crazy but they don’t know the feeling They’re all around me circling like vultures They wanna break me and wash away my colors Wash away my colors Take me high and I’ll sing Oh, you make everything okay, okay, okay (okay, okay, okay) We are one and the same Oh, you take all of the pain away, away, away (away, away, away) Save me if I become my demons I cannot stop this sickness taking over It takes control and drags me into nowhere I need your help, I can’t fight this forever I know you’re watching, I can feel you out there Take me high and I’ll sing Oh, you make everything okay, okay, okay (okay, okay, okay) We are one and the same Oh, you take all of the pain away, away, away (away, away, away) Save me if I become my demons Take me over the walls below Fly forever, don’t let me go I need a savior to heal my pain When I become my worst enemy The enemy Take me high and I’ll sing You make everything okay We are one and the same You take all of the pain away Take me high and I’ll sing Oh, you make everything okay, okay, okay (okay, okay, okay) We are one and the same Oh, you take all of the pain away, away, away (away, away, away) Save me if I become my demons Take me high and I’ll sing Oh, you make everything (my demons) okay, okay, okay (okay, okay, okay, my demons) We are one and the same Oh, you take all of the pain (my demons) away, away, away (away, away, away, my demons) Save me if I become my demons
My 2 Cents –
My demons here lately are loud…and I end up feeling like I am constantly at war. Whilst I war within I might seem strange and distant…I am not, and I apologize if it seems that way. This is just how I fight this war.
Help me choose what my new volume will be? I have less than 10 poems in Echoes left to write. Each of these are supposed to be Free Verse with no theme….
The writing on this new one will probably be done in November but the volume itself will not be ready for release until next year.
[Verse 1] Crawl out of the hole you’re in Who you are is not who you’ve been Now’s the time to sink or swim Will you fight the tide or get lost within? And I know you’re feeling low Feel like you’ve lost control But the darkness that you know It’s not your home and you’re not alone
[Chorus] And all you’ve wanted Was just so much more This world has taken a hold Don’t let ’em get your soul The silence, you feel it Cold as a winter storm This world has taken a hold Don’t let ’em get your soul
[Verse 2] Iron bars are hell to break Tell me now, do you know what’s at stake? Your whole life in a blank stare haze You walk around like the end of days And I know you’re feeling low Feel like you’ve lost control But the darkness that you know It’s not your home and you’re not alone
[Chorus] And all you’ve wanted Was just so much more This world has taken a hold Don’t let ’em get your soul The silence, you feel it Cold as a winter storm This world has taken a hold Don’t let ’em get your soul
[Bridge] I’m callin’ out to you Can you hear me? They can’t break you down Let you hit the ground I promise you it won’t be long (Won’t be long) You’re feeling overwhelmed here Drowned by the pain and the fear The sun will come with the dawn
[Chorus] All you’ve wanted Was just so much more This world has taken a hold Don’t let ’em get your soul The silence, you feel it Cold as a winter storm This world has taken a hold Don’t let ’em get your soul Get your soul
My 2 Cents –
The problem with times when my poetry flows more…my emotions feel closer to the surface. I have been writing a lot of poetry for the last few days…and it means that my music is a wee bit melancholy. This is the most positive thing I could find in what I have been listening to. As my music tastes are all over the place…I try to use music here that I can actually have something to say about – or that is a feel good piece. This is a bit of both. Remember you are important whether you feel it or not.
Pattimouse 