Wii's just having fun

Is it possible to be so out of shape that 15 minute of Wii Boxing causes such a severe soreness in which the simple act of lifting one's arms inflicts serious pain?

Apparently, yes. I am Exhibit A.

Over the weekend, we had dinner at my brother and sister-in-law's house and played Wii for the first time. It's probably an understatement to say Joe and I are addicted.

I have never been a video game person (excluding Duck Hunt and Mario Cart, of course) but Wii is some serious fun.

Dear People in the Wii Marketing Department,
I write an influential blog called Heart Gone Walking. I would rather not discuss the actual number of readers to my blog but if three can be rounded up to 10, let's say 10. I recently enjoyed getting sucker-punched by my sister-in-law and hitting my golf ball into the rough approximately 37 times. And can I please say how surprisingly fun it was to race a cow down a dirt path and hit scarecrows?

If you were to kindly send me a Wii game system for free, I would promise to:

• force myself to play it every day,
• write about the immense fun I'm having every day, and
  
• change my blog name to Heart Gone Playing Wii.

And if you were to send me a system to give away to one of my loyal reders, I'm sure the simple act of kindness would inspire him or her to do something so great and wonderful that the only possible result would be world peace.

I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Sincerely,
Katie, Lover of Wii

As you can see, we had some serious fun.

Getting lovingly pummelled by Jenny

Joe blissfully unaware of the inevitable soreness soon to follow

"Yes, my love, you should be that scared of me."

In happier, yet more painful news, the world now has two more beautiful baby girls. My dear friend Jenn gave birth on Saturday and fellow Linden Lady Emily became a mom on Monday.

There really is nothing sweeter than holding a tiny one and wondering how in the world your talking, running, skipping, climbing toddler used to be that small.

Jenn and Emily, I will now be quiet about my sore arms. I know I have nothing on you two.