Owie…

I haven’t posted for a couple of days. I’m dying…DYING!!! I overdid the blogging…and now my pinched nerve is back. Or, it could be cancer. Or maybe syphilis. All is know is…it hurts. To type. I can’t even work for my dad. So, I can’t make up the money I’ve been out spending…OH WOE IS ME!!  But, in my defense…that’s why you haven’t seen me around your blogs that much.  Because…I’M DYING!!  OWIE!!

But, on a happy and lighter note…because, as you can tell…I’m dying…

Around a year ago, my oldest son won a Nintendo Wii from a Wendys Hamburger place. From a Frosty Vanilla Float cup. Yep. He sure did. Won it.

But…he wouldn’t keep it at our house. Selfish dickhead! Well, I understand, I guess. He was worried that someone would break his most prized possession. So he figured…he’ll leave it at his Dads house and only play it on the weekends. To hell with everyone he lives with. Screw everyone who begs him to bring it home. Laugh in the face of the Mommy who bribes him with Wii games, only if he brings home the system.

Until…the Wii Fit. And…this Mommy wanted that Wii Fit…really, really badly. But…this Mommy didn’t want to have to buy the game system. Not when her sweet, unselfish oldest son had won it from Wendy’s.

And so the Mommy set down the law. The Mommy told the kid that if he didn’t bring home the Wii, she’d chop off his wee while he slept. NO! She told him that, if he didn’t bring home the Wii…She’d cut off all his hair while he slept…and I would. WHA? You don’t believe me? Ask him. Because…

HE BROUGHT IT HOME!! So obviously, he was a little worried…

And…

I searched high.

And…

I searched low.

I wracked up our phone bills calling every Game Stop, Best Buy, Target, Kmart…everywhere that sold Wii games…in the entire state. Well, everywhere within 100 miles of my house.

SERIOUSLY!

And…

I then decided to call a place closer to my house.

NOVI. Game Stop. West Oaks Mall…

Gotta love that place!!

So…

I called them and coincidently, they had just gotten a shipment in. They asked me to call back because they didn’t know if Wii fits were included in this shipment. Because…NOWHERE else…NOWHERE…got them in. ANYWHERE!

So…I sat by the clock. With the phone in my hand. And I waited. For 20 minutes. Waited. Impatiently.

Because…I have been DYING for the Wii fit. Dying. For. It!

The minute that it was time to call…I did.

And…they had gotten 2 in.

And they wouldn’t hold it for me. No matter how much I cried, begged, whimpered and whined. They told me that I had to take my chances that the 20 minute drive wouldn’t be in vain.

So…I left my kids playing their little bowling Wii game. And jumped into my car. And squealed out of my driveway.

You have never seen a woman drive so fast. A woman on a mission. To get the Wii Fit…and what a worthy mission that is!

When I got to the place…they had one left. And it was waiting for me!!

So, I bought the precious…the hot commodity…jumped into my car, squealed out of the parking lot and hightailed it home…

But NO. I wasn’t able to test out this video game phenomena. Not until this morning.

OH MY GOD!!

It is FUN! And…my body. I HURT!

My tushie from the squats. My calves from doing all sorts of aerobics. My elbow and wrist…from having a pinched nerve…or cancer (OOPS…not the Wii Fit’s fault!) My stomach muscles…who knew that simulating Hula Hooping is a painful abs workout?!

After an hour and a half, my son starting complaining that I was hogging the Wii. That’s the ONLY reason why I stopped working out.

Heck…I’d probably still be working out right now. But…I’m not selfish. The kids sleep for at least eight hours! That should give me plenty of time to unlock new yoga moves and harder aerobic workouts.

But see how unselfish I am…the kids are already in bed and here I am. Broken body and all…typing painfully with my left wrist…to tell all of you…

Go get the Wii and the Wii fit!!

We can all be in pain together. How fun is that?!

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