Home Based Business Mom

OK….
Our family splurged on a WII recently.
Me myself….I’ve always been a huge fan of Legend of Zelda. Oh yes….it’s true. Back when I was in college and my husband and I were first living together…..I had eight of the nine tri-forces to complete the entire quest for Link (the main character of Legend of Zelda.)
MY HUSBAND…..in all his “4 years older than me….doesn’t like video games wisdom” - unplugged my game system before I had saved my game and I LOST MY ENTIRE life’s work…..my greatest accomplishment up to that point in my life!!!

OK…well….maybe not the accomplishment that would forever define me…but…

It WAS traumatic for me. This was 1990 - and the graphics on these video games sucked.
I had moved this little stick man around for WEEKS gathering up rupies and slaying dragons….finding secret weapons….and it was Gone….Gone Baby Gone.
I grabbed the yellow pages and began looking for a divorce attorney immediately.

Anyway……of course…we’re still together. I was a grown up….and just started over and spent another 8 weeks gathering up tri-forces until I won. I’m sure my college finals were less than stellar that semester.

Fast forward to today….
YWOWZA!
The graphics on an XBox 360 are incredible. So life like…..I can see why they can give someone a seizure. I can hardly distinguish between my life and the life of the characters.
Very real…..scary real.

BUT….and this is a BIG BUT…..video games….alas….in all their coolness….can make YOUR BUTT big. Really big. I’m disgusted when I see my 13 year old plopped in a slump on the basement couch playing XBox Live with his goober friends.

Oh sure….he’s in Boy Scouts, basketball, mows the grass…..hikes….bike rides….
But he’s also on that dang XBox Live thingy a lot. I’m not sure I like the idea of contributing to my child’s future when it looks like it will have heart disease or diabetes in it. I know I control this aspect of my child’s life right now….but we live in the middle of nowhere….and he hasn’t a single friend to hang-out with. We also live on a mountain….in the mountains….and bike riding is like taking your life into your own hands and wishing for a leg broke in several places.

For all the effort I make buying organic foods, making nutritious meals…..non-junk snacks….never any soda in the house….packed lunches…etc - I’d prefer both my kids were
very active.

So….we get the WII. The WII is a gaming system that we’ve all heard of that is supposed to revolutionize gaming by making the players more active. We’ve had this thing two weeks….and I find myself a little exhausted after playing. Quite the touchy little thing.
But - it’s not so much exhausted by getting a nice cardio work out - it’s more…exhausted from frustration because the controller makes me feel like a spaze.

So…..I look for more games besides Legend of Zelda (yes I was weak and had to buy it!), Mario Brothers Smash and Mario Cart. I want these kids active - like get up out of your chair. And for me as well. (My husband ever the rebel refuses to take part in any video game activity.) But maybe…just maybe the tide will turn for him…..

Today I read about the WII FIT. Hmmm……yoga? Exercise? Yep…..you get a little mat and you follow along with the program.

I’m thinking…..I need to try this. It’s not too terribly expensive. I think $89.99? Or something like that.

So….maybe I can become a hard body……maybe I will be so hot my husband will ask….”What have you been doing? You’re lookin good….you’re on fire…..smokin hot….uberbabe…..rockin my world……come over here and give me some sugar….you foxy….”

Wait…I think I read a romance novel last night before bed - I’m getting confused.

Maybe my husband will say, simply….”You’re looking a little slimmer - more toned…way to go!”
He’s pretty low key. And I will take what I can get. I’m 41 and 12 pounds over weight right now…..so I can’t be picky.

But….when I am in better shape - after training with my video gaming system.

I can boldly strut up to my husband and say….

BODY BY WII!!

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Ya know…
I thought blogging would be easy…
I really did.

Lord knows I have diarrhea of the mouth….so how hard could it be to just write down my daily thoughts, vents….ponderings….home based business musings??

It’s hard.
Like a mental hemorrhoidal flare up on the information super highway saddle of life….a bumpy, pot hole filled journey that knocks the living sense out of all those tiny Mitochondria things that help power the cells in your body. The butt of my brain is chaffed.

Or better yet…
Hard like fruitcake….

Yes…THAT hard.

I feel like everything I write has to be moving….pivotal…..cathartic….and plain ole worthy of my reader’s time. But I am sorry….some days….I am just stuck.

I feel like a presidential speech writer locked in a windowless room with only 30 minutes to write a speech that rivals the Gettysburg Address.

OH of course….I KNOW it’s not really like that. It just “feels” that way.

I find the most fun about blogging is reading the comments. It’s amazing that people actually read what you say and then take the time to post their thoughts. Good and bad.

If comments are too mean though….all you have to do is delete that comment. It’s like it never existed….POOF! Boy, do I wish I could do that with some of the things I’ve said in my life…AND some of the things said about me.

Or better yet - how about a delete button for cellulite? Now that would be worth celebrating over with a box of Twinkies! I could write about that every day…
A cellulite free world and delicious mini golden pound cakes with cream filling….

My next mission…..world peace. Twinkies for all mankind! How can anyone stay mad if they are eating a Twinkie?

I think I’m hungry.

Anyway….
Today I’ve given myself a very lovely pep talk. I said, “Kelly….Kelly…Kelly…..you love to write….you love to connect with people. (And you can delete mean people…..the power rush!!) Kelly…dear… You have so much stellar wisdom to offer. You’ve got a mug of coffee on your desk…..the fog outside is starting to lift. Now….let the fog in your mind lift as well. Feel the blog…..be the blog…..”

Yes…my inner voice is a mix of Yoda, my Mother and a relaxation tape.

So….I am ready…
Ready to re-commit to my blog. I vow to write EVERY day! Something thought provoking….and stimulating…I’ll make it over 500 words…..YES - 500 amazing words.
Each word caressed with love and care.

OK…..that sounds like a lot - so maybe every other day? That way I can sharpen my mind with a day of rest inbetween each dazzling, anticipated post. You know I was told, in the book….’7 Habits of Highly Successful People’ - you have to take a break to “sharpen your axe” every now and then.

That makes sense to me!

I MUST keep my axe sharp.

Or better yet….
Super sharp.

How about I post twice a week??
That gives me time to work on my other websites…..do laundry…go to the bank and grocery store….take the dog to the vet….take the kids to school and pick them up - and get them to girl scouts, boy scouts, soccer practice and ballet classes. I could also have time to clean the house and get those toilet bowls sparkling….maybe a pie in the oven…plan and cook nutritious meals, work in my flower garden to keep it looking nice, catch American Idol, read the book I’ve been trying to get through for 2 years….and…

OH screw it….

MY mental axe is heavy….and sharpening it would just be another item on my Mommy-Domestic Goddess-Home Business Woman chore list.

I promise to…
I will…
I hope to….

I’ll do my best…..my very best to post at least once a week…..
You moms that work at home need no explanation.

Now….how about more coffee?!!
No, no…..even better…..coffee AND a Twinkie.

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I just have to say something about Eight Belles.

My heart is so saddened to hear about this tragedy.

I love horses. I look out my home office window at 4 beautiful horses every day.
As a matter of fact….there were five horses in the pasture by my home….but one horse…sadly died. Not sure what happened. I just know they found the horse out
in the pasture dead.

I’m not sure what to say hear about Eight Belles. Are these horses too young to race?
Are they being bred to go freakishly fast - too fast for their tiny ankles to carry their own weight at such a fast gallop? I don’t know? I am not an expert, obviously.

This is not an attempt to stir up any controversy or come off as some kind of know-it-all.

I’m just saddened because you know that 3 year old horse was in agony - all animals feel pain. So..so sad.

Today….my heart hurts…..rest in peace Eight Belles.

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