`This is my fairytale`

her name is eileerepka. somehow, she ended up in denmark this year. what is she full of? potential. Jesus. friends. family. youth group. intermediate yoga. running. photography. vintage. bellydancing. hooping. guitar. acting. music. DANCE. campwapiti. traveling. ebay. value village. makeup. babysitting. writing. shakespeare. peace. love. and this crazy thing? this is her fairytale.

Again.

Time for another little rant.

I’m on vacation with my second host family again. We’re in this beautiful summer house in Jutland with some of their best friends. It’s awesome and I love being here. It’s been great so far. But this really got under my skin this morning.

I have a card game called Dutch Blitz that I had sent over and I taught my first two host families. They all love it, especially this family. So they brought it along to teach to their friends’ kids. So this morning Peter, Martin and I sat down with the twin boys (Who are 9) and explained to them how to play (They don’t speak English so my ‘explaination’ in Danish was ridiculous haha!) and it was all good. The first few rounds were fine, and then Peter started being really cocky and arrogant. Obviously I wasn’t playing normally, because the boys are a) 9-years-old and b) just learned how to play this game. I should point out that this game is all about speed and multi-tasking and it’s really insane and hard to play until you’ve had practice.

After the first game, the boys wanted to play again, but Martin left to do other stuff. So they were on their own with no help and Peter and I were each playing on our own too. I was playing like, half-speed. Clearly. But Peter just goes on playing SUPER fast, and being obnoxious about it. “I’ve gone out first EVERY time.” “Eilee, I’ve got over 5x as many points as you.” “I’m the MASTER!”

Congrats. Are you aware that you’re playing with two 9-year-old boys who JUST learned this game? If I’d been like that when I was teaching you, you never would’ve wanted to play again. And so it went. Even through the language barrier I got that the boys were getting annoyed and tired and just DONE with the game, because Peter won every round and he wouldn’t slow down. And in the end he won by a landslide. Awesome. Thanks for making two boys suffer through an hour-long game so that your self confidence could get a boost. I can’t wait until I play it again with my family and I can kick your butt, because that’s just not okay with me.