Words with Friends on DoodleKisses!

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

Most of you know that I don’t like to be a name dropper, but after I wrote a blog about Words with Friends, I started playing the game with some people right here on DoodleKisses.   Sometimes, I have eight to ten games going at a time with family and friends and my love life has taken a hit as I sit in bed every night playing this game.   No man likes to hear, “not now, honey, this WWF game gave me a h-e-a-d-a-c-h-e, “ night after night.  The other night, he spelled back, “I wonder if this is grounds for a d-i-v-o-r-c-e?  Since he has never been all that good at spelling, I was shocked, and immediately asked him to challenge me to a game and then added, "you could try divorcing me, but I hope you are not attached to any of your a-p-p-e-n-d-a-g-e-s!"

 

(What did you think I meant?)

 

One of my first opponents was Sandy (Sandy and Hattie) or as I call her in my head, Killer Spelling Bee, and she lured me into her web by telling me she only plays for fun.  It turns out this is like saying Michael Phelps only swims for fun.  Most of the time, I feel like she is just toying with me and probably looking at Hattie as she plays and saying, “like taking candy from a baby.”

I am also playing Rose Ann (and Armante) who is a very busy lady and sometimes, I have to remind her to play and then I always regret it when she plays a great word.   The last time it took her awhile to play a word and then came back with sheeted for like a million points and caused me to yell, “Rose Ann, you little sheet,” at my computer.  At least with Rose Ann I feel like she is giving her all to the game, which is not how I feel about my daughter who takes sixteen days and 450 reminders to play the word end.  It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know she is bored and could care less about this game and she sends me little clues to confirm my suspicions like, “mom, if you contact me one more time about our stupid game on Word with Friends, I am going to unfriend you.”   She reminds me of my friend, Rose, who recently played a game of Scrabble with her son and had to look in her dictionary three times before she was able to play the word cat.  Fudge and Vern could play that word and they don’t even own a dictionary.

Next up is Joanne (and Spud) and I like playing Joanne because she is fun and sends me messages that make me LOL and she likes to carry on a conversation while we play.  A couple of times, though, I have wondered if she is sending me thinly veiled insults when she plays a word like dumas or ho, so I will write something back like, “are you calling me a dumas?” but so far, she has not answered in the affirmative and did say, “ho, ho, hokum,” after the ho word, which was the word that concerned me the most.   The other night she told me the Intercourse shirt had arrived at her house for FJ’s win in the photo caption contest and it came one year to the day from the Intercourse shirt I sent her last year for some other contest.  Who knew we would be celebrating an Intercourse anniversary together playing Words with Friends and now that I know it, I feel like she should have sent flowers, candy, a card, or something, for such a memorable anniversary.  

I also play Doris (and Knox) and despite the fact that I wrote a glowing discussion about her called, Doris, The Magnificent, she shows no mercy to me when I complain to her about my letters or someone else beating me.  I am seeing a whole other side to her when we play WWF.  The other day she even gloated that she was going to get to see Jarka, Monty, and Auggie soon and then added, “I don’t mean to rub it in….oh maybe I do.”  WTD!! I have never been that competitive, so I find it hard to believe that anyone would get so carried away by a silly game.  I have visions of her sitting around her kitchen table in the morning, drinking endless cups of coffee, and yelling to her husband, “quick, give me a 5 letter word that means “you stink,” with the letters T-I-C-B-H!” 

 

(This could be Hokum)

So, playing Lauri (Lauria Orr), a very friendly and nice competitor, is a wonderful change of pace for me after I get done playing Doris.  She even compliments me when I play a good word. Thank you, Lauri, for showing me that there are other people out there, just like me, who are playing just for fun and don’t have a competitive bone in their body.

 

Finally, F joined last week and initially tried to disguise her identity by signing on with some kind of strange sign on that only contained nonsensical letters and numbers.  Luckily, I have a FB mole (my only hint-My husband likes Intercourse….pa) who let me know she was out there.  Sure enough, we started playing and I was ahead 22-8 in one game and 98-40 in another game, and she came up with some cockamamie story that she could no longer see the screen and couldn’t continue the games.   Next thing I know, she has a new screen name and challenges me to another game. This time the game was very close.  We went neck and neck the entire match and sure enough, she could see the screen just fine and all but called me a d-u-m-b-a-s-s when I played the word ariosi and had the audacity to write, "Are you for real?” How does she know that when I am singing around the house in my melodic voice that my husband doesn’t say, “your arioso sounds flat?” and everyone knows ariosos or ariosi is the plural form for arioso.  Duh!  

Besides, she plays words like hadj and qat and try using those in a sentence and not have someone say, “Are you for real?”  It just gets so tiresome to keep telling her that in some circles I am considered a genius and I’m not talking about the Arctic Circle or Crop Circles. 

 

Of course, I would never brag, but the first game I beat her 386-360.

Right away, she challenged me to another game and beat me by one lousy point. The game left me with a terrible headache and emotionally drained and at one point when we were playing, my husband looked over in bed and said, “If you spent as much time and energy on me as you do on that computer, I would be a happily married man.”  I immediately shushed him and told him I was in the middle of a major game and was beating F by a few points with one letter left to play and the next thing I know it says the game is over and F is the winner.  Good thing I am not competitive like Doris, or I might have written her a message like, “F, I really wish I could congratulate you…oh, maybe I don’t,” or even said something I would regret later like, “F, you can go straight to hadj!” but instead, I just qat for the night and smiled and recited/sang this in the arioso style, “the sun will come out to tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there will be fun,” over and over again until I knew it was true. There is no place for calumny or ignominy in WWF.

 

P.S. I have JackDoodle already on retainer!!

 

[Karen, Jasper and Jackdoodle]

I would love to play this game with you, but I don't allow any "apps" on Facebook. They make me nervous.

However, I am a killer at all word games, and if you'd like to challenge me on my favorite game site, pogo.com, I'd love to play you at Scrabble, Boggle, or anything else.

PS: JD says thank you for mentioning his law practice in your blog.