This week, I’m not going to focus on fitness, I’m taking a look at friendship.  The whole point of The Wii Mommies is to help each other get fit through forming this community to make friends.

As friends, we help each other when we’re feeling down, give each other laptops when one breaks (lol) and help keep each other focused on our goals.

Below is a conversation I had with my childhood idols, Soleil Moon Frye & Melissa Joan Hart from TV’s “Punky Brewster” and “Sabrina The Teenage Witch”.  It’s about love and friendship and fun and I’m excited to share it with you (excuse my voice, I have a cold).

Kids, if I continue to be a shitty blogger it’s because my son snapped my laptop in half and the only internet access requires me to stand FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS. It better be fixed by my operation.  I’m an  Social Media Operation Whore.

Go Random. Go To The Un Mom. Right Now. Well, Read This First.

I’m going to start off by thanking all of you for your awesome support and comments.  I wrote that post yesterday because I have shared every part of my life with you for over a year and I’m certainly not going to stop now.  This was just a particularly difficult one to write.

That said, my kid just sneezed out a giant booger and I’m about 80% sure he dropped a deuce (but it may be the peanut butter I’m smelling) and I’m deciding between getting a wipe, having Jake get a wipe or hoping the diaper changing/booger wiping fairy still lived here.

I both love and hate Facebook.  Seriously.  I love reconnecting with everyone from school and allowing my readers a more personal look into my life but I hate what it does to everyone else.  I know at least 4 couples that have split up because they found someone else on there and I’ve heard of dozens of other people who found love there (after potentially causing a divorce, I suppose).

Ah….Jake.   Jake got the wipe and now Josh is having a bit TOO much fun cleaning boogers off his face.  He says “whoa” every time he sees one.

No deuce, by the way.

I love Pink  Floyd.  Love it.   I’m actually conflicted lately.  I feel a certain dedication to the band because of all the acid trips it got me through, but “The Wall” is the only thing that both kids will sleep to on a road trip. (It gets better. Click to continue reading…)

This is about 6 years old lol. I was HAMMERED.

See, here’s the thing.  I LOVE pain.  I mean, sure, I’ve never gotten a tattoo and just pierced my ears for the first time a few years ago but when it comes to finding body parts I need to get rid of, I’m a pro. Especially considering the fact that I’m allergic to all narcotics and ever some OTC like Motrin and Advil.  Regular Tylenol and whatever synthetic they can find is all I’m allowed to have.  THAT’S what I call a party.

It all started when I was young.  I had a few minor procedures over the years that led to the infamous hysterectomy I’m looking forward to shutting up about, a breast reduction from a 36I to a 36D and gave birth to two kids – one naturally and one C-Section.

That hysterectomy led to triple pneumonia and a twelve hour blood transfusion.  Good times.  Good times.

I have NO IDEA what the fuck has happened to me this year but let me tell you what, me no likey.

I’m about to tell you the latest, most terrifying procedure I have to have done on March 9, 2010.  The reasons I need this stem from a combination of shit that already existed combined with shit that happened while I was in the hospital or something like that.

I found out I was getting this operation last month and had the date set last week and I was told that this is one of the most painful procedures a person can have.  Something that would make the pain I felt from my hysterectomy feel like it was a scratch on the knee (but I think those hurt, too, so whatever).

There’s only one reason I didn’t tell all of you this right away.  I know I kept hinting toward it but I honestly was too afraid to tell you because I’m afraid I’ll get made fun of. (It gets better. Click to continue reading…)