I admit it. I cannot play video games. Not at all. It could be that I am just not that interested in playing or admittedly, it could be that I just have NO TALENT when it comes to the seemingly exciting world of video games.
Sadly I don't know if I have always been this challenged. I remember playing our family's Atari when I was a youngster. What I don't remember, and maybe that is my mind's way of protecting my feelings, is being totally incapable of successfully playing a game.
I spent many years of non-video gaming bliss, that is until the advent of the Wii (thanks Nintendo. I just might need therapy.) The Wii with the ability to make a Mii that resembles me, and very cool interactive play is to blame for my recent realization of my handicap.
We bought our Wii at the height of frenzied popularity. We had to wait 6 weeks to finally bring the electronic demon home. Oh, but how happy we were. We played for hours. I actually was pretty darned good at the bowling game, which in itself is totally funny if you would ever have the mis-fortune to see me bowl in person. At one point after my youngest precious got tired of me beating her, she puts her controller in my hand and I, ME, Lori was able to bowl the rest of the game double-handed. The left hand was as good as the right hand. My scores were consistently in the 180s - 190s range. Again if you would see me in real life at the lanes, you would see the real score of alot less than a 100. (yes under a 100 every time)
One fateful day I was allowed to play the cow race game. After having been beat soundly several times by my loving and compassionate husband, I then had to endure the pain of defeat by my then 8 year old. Somewhere along the way my body decided to, I don't know, have a heart attack. Literally, I am not lying, but that is an entirely different blog. After that I was banned by my girls to play anymore. BANNED. Secretly I have to admit that I really didn't mind so much, but would never tell them that.
Then we just had to buy New Super Mario Bros. At first the fam did not like it and was to return the devil's helper. Something happened, some force from the game sucked my family right in. Mesmerized I tell you. All of them completely taken with this game. I have offered several times to play, but all have been turned down. One day, however, they said yes. I was rather impressed they would give me a chance. With controller in hand and my youngest shadow right by my side, my oldest and I proceeded to play a level they convinced me I would be okay in. Within 15 seconds of the game, I had lost two lives. My Holly turned to me and as she took the controller said 'let me show you how to not die'. Crushed I tell you, crushed.
Now I am not even allowed to get close to the game. 'No one will play with me' one of them will say. 'I will' I say. 'No that's okay mommy I'd rather play by myself'. :( or so they think. Secretly I am saying 'YES, the electronic Wii demon will not suck me into it's deliciously captivating Mii arms'. Safe for another day.
