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I'm alive, but haven't been able to confirm that this week. Lots of stuff happening, and I'll get a chance to tell you soon...

1) Internet was broken, but thank goodness I'm a doityerselfer who knows nothing about anything. I guess I get lucky. It seems I've fixed it for now. I have no idea what I did to fix it, but it's working for the moment.

2) I turned 39 last week. I know, I know. Hard to believe ;)

3) Brainy Boy turned 12 last week too. Even harder to believe. Because I look so doggone young.

4) Wii gotta Wii. My shoulder is killing me, but I kick butt in ping pong and tennis. You'd think I'd kick butt in boxing, considering that I kickbox three days a week. But apparently pretending to beat somebody to pulp is much harder than doing it for real. Which brings me to the story that Muh Main Man almost got his hind end kicked when he snuck up behind me in Walmart today. He thanks his lucky stars for peripheral vision because I saw him out of the corner of my eye just before I backfisted him.

Have a great Mother's Day. If you're a mama, that is.

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Unknown said…
It was great catching up with your posts and it sounds like you guys are having a great time with the birthday boy's new wii.

A very Happy Belated Birthday to you and Brainy Boy!
5/11/2008 6:48 PM
Alex @ I'm the Mom said…
Happy Belated Bithday to you and your son!!

We have a Wii as well and it's a blast. Since your daughter did the Library Idol, you should look into purchasing the American Idol game. It's a lot of fun!
5/12/2008 1:48 PM
Allana Martian said…
Nice to know you are still kicking! As in still alive. Sorry to hear your computer nearly croaked. :-)
5/12/2008 10:17 PM
CharleneOwensMomof2 said…
I would have loved to be the spectator in watching you backfist John. That would be a hoot!!
5/13/2008 7:42 AM
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