I just bought WiiFit this evening. I’ve been lusting over it for some time now… and it’s really the only reason I’ve felt comfortable with the boy blowing so much money on the Wii and Wii accessories… because I knew my time would come.

I took an impromtu trip to Target this evening. The boy was at our volleyball game but I wasn’t feeling much up to going. I’m not a fan of volleyball, really. Anywho, bedecked in old college pajamas, I decided it was a good idea to wander the Target. And oh, was it ever.

I haven’t been much impressed with Target’s clothes lately. They DO have a killer bra section right now – good, quality (read: padded) bras for $9.99 or $12.99. But I just bought a new bra last week when Victoria’s Secret sent me an email about a stupid 75% off sale. (Okay, it was a $13 bra, I didn’t splurge that much.) So I passed up the clothes and the underwear, checked out the shoes ($9 boots! bought ’em!) and checked out the electronics. Lo and behold, Target had three Wiis and four WiiFits.


It took us two weekends in two states to find our Wii. And here I just stumbled across the Mecca of Wiiness? Badass.

So I scooped it up and practically ran to the check out, giddy with what my night now had in store for me. Or should I say… what my night had in sore for me…

I got it synched and loaded and ready to go aaaand I did my evaluation. I was expecting a bodacious WiiFit age. You see, my Wii Sports Fitness age is 69. I’m NOT coordinated. So I cringed while WiiFit calculated my age. And it turns out I’m only 20. No joke, you guys, I hollered when I saw that.

I’m going to chalk it up to the fact I did yoga regularly for about two years until giving it up about a year ago. (No time.) I have good balance, so my trainer says… Anyways, it feels good to be active and have positive reinforcement. You know, until I get on the balance board one day and my trainer says, “Whoa, lay off the deep dish pizza, lard ass!”

The boy is home. Have to show him my new purchase!!  (And don’t worry, I’ll let you know what HIS WiiFit age is, too!)

In other news, here are some phrases I’ve been dying to say recently that have made it into my every day vernacular: crocodile tears, shenanigans, that’s how I do


How do normal people do it? How do you guys work 40+ hours, tend to your home life and social life, and still find time to blog?

I had a meeting this morning close to where I live so I’m home this afternoon. What I would give for a weekday afternoon to myself each week…. I could get so much done in just ONE afternoon, seriously. Today I caught up on blogs, filled a prescription, and made a trip to the Apple store (who has had my computer for THREE WEEKS and has tried to return it to me twice but it’s NEVER FIXED). That’s stuff I just can’t do in the evening. By the time I get home from work, it’s 6:30. By the time dinner is fixed and eaten, it’s after 7:00. And three hours of quality time after dinner with the fiance is just NOT enough time. I don’t want to cut into it any more by running errands. I mean, we have 5 more seasons of The West Wing to watch, a puzzle to finish, a stack of board games, and the new Wii to conquer. There is just SO much to do around here. Hehe. But in all seriousness, it’s great to have these things to do but that just means we spend our free time doing quality fun stuff and not running errands or cleaning or doing laundry, etc.

So when do you guys blog? I can’t do it from work. Wahh wahh. But more importantly, when do you find time to do the important stuff like laundry and grocery shopping and dentist appointments and oil changes? When do you squeeze in that 2 hour line to get your license renewed or your hair highlighted?

And when the hell am I going to plan this wedding?

(Actually, that’s coming together quite nicely. Save the Date postcards just came this week. We’re waiting on a quote from a photographer. We’ve booked a florist and reception hall. And I’m going to put together an email to send out to our wedding party with clothing suggestions… except we’re not calling them the wedding party because that’s lame. I just haven’t come up with a non-lame alternative yet. To anyone planning a wedding in their future — the biggest stress reliever EVER is to let your attendants pick out WHATEVER THEY WANT TO WEAR and just specify a color family. Our friends are wearing whatever they want in shades of lavender and light green.)

I have so much swirling around in my head, so many things I want to blog about. I want to write about how my wedding is not a contest and how some bloggers (none of you that I’ve invited here, don’t worry!) make their weddings SUCH a big deal and how I want to tell 90% of other brides to CHILL THE HELL OUT. I want to blog about how I want to open my own granola store, how I want to quit my job and become a health food guru, how I just want to open my own business and rule my own job. I want to blog about how my job has gotten me back on the Diet Pepsi/Diet Dr. Pepper bandwagon after not drinking pop for many moons. I want to blog about my mom’s potential move to the Dominican Republic and how it would be SO GOOD for her. I want to blog about so so much.

But I just can’t find the time.