I'm becoming a technophile.

I can hear Mr. H laughing from across the house...  "Becoming," he thinks, "PAH!  She's BEEN a technophile for an eternity.  Just closeted technophile."

Alright, so he's probably right.  More than likely right.  Significant probability that he has postulated correctly. 

But, this point has been hammered home in the past few days.  We have procured a Wii, plus it's varying acoutrements.  I've also scored myself an iPod!  Welcome to this century, Michelle.  Sheesh.

So, let's take a few minutes to go through what is currently on my iPod.

I am listening to a version of "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Rockapella.  (Yes, I'm a nerd.)

The next ten songs, with the iPod set to shuffle, are as follows:

"Remember When" by Alan Jackson - aka my You're Getting Old song.
"Must Be Doin Something Right" by Billy Currington.  Can I tell you he's yummish?  Yes, indeed.
"Gonna Make You Sweat" by C&C Music Factory.  EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!
"Justify My Love" - Madonna.  There's no need to justify my music.
"Wooly Booly" - you know you wanna sing along.
"It's Not Right but It's OK" - Whitney Houston.  90s pop angst.  :-)
"Accidentally in Love" from the Counting Crows.  Is there any way this song isn't the best bubblegum pop song on the planet?
"ABCD" from Laurie Berker.  Mom-pod strikes again.
"Crimson and Clover" - Tommy James and the Shondells.  OH YES.
"This Love" from Maroon 5.  I love these people. 

OK, so nothing too crazy.  Some Vanilla Ice, but no Hammer.  Great workout music (hey, I have a Wii now, I may as well use it, right?) 

Now, I've decided that I <3 my iPod.  Nothing like random Salt N Peppa to make you smile while trying to kill yourself working at the Wii workout. It's brilliant, and should have been invented ten years ago, when I had more free time (and fewer children to chase around). 

So, let's discuss my Wii.  That sounds naughty.  Let's talk Wii.  ...  again, not exactly what I want to say in polite company.  But you get the idea...  I LIKE it.  A lot.  Why didn't we buy one of these sooner?  Aside from the several hunded dollars, but still.  It's worth it.  And hey, guess what I've discovered?  I like golf.  Who knew?  I actually got a birdie on Wii Golf today.  Seriously, played an entire round at or under par.  I'd have never thought I'd like it!  Now, mind you, I'm not about to strap on cleats and go out for nine holes.  After all, it's still Florida, and despite it being October, it's still 90 degrees out, and no matter what gold might lie at the end of the rainbow, it's freaking hot, and I don't like being outside.  But, I'm OK with Wii Golf, and maybe my father-in-law will be proud of my birdie. 

What's more than how much I like golf, though, is how much I like the boxing.  Yes, boxing.  Seriously...  I apparently like to beat the crap out of things.  Mike thinks I cheat, though... I like to punch my opponents in the kidneys.  He suggests that this is, perhaps, not the most lady-like way to win.  Ask me if I care!  I get to hit things, and I can't be A) arrested, or B) investigated by CPS for these things.  Score.  If nothing else, I'll have some killer arms and shoulders.  Perhaps killer isn't the best adjective to use there....  Boxing while The Spice Girls are blaring in my ears, sweating like a hog in the sun, and grinning like a fool.  Heaven.  :-)  Maybe my fat butt will lose some weight, although considering my penchant for cooking everything with half a stick of butter, I won't bank on that.  Again, though, killer arms.  Maybe I can get away with sleeveless shirts again in the not-too-distant future.

So, wii!  Or, whee, rather.  I hurt in muscles I never thought I had, but I've had more fun.  I'm trying desperately not to give myself gamer's elbow.  But, I have to say, the funniest thing is watching Kid Two bowl.  She loves it!  And kid has a serious aim, too.  She's wicked...  Kicked my butt all over the place.  Kid One has a serious hook, and has yet to learn how to compensate for it.  I've got to get some video, though, of Kid Two, as she bowls.  Everytime she releases the 'ball', she piroettes (how the hell do you spell that?).  It's hysterical.

And now, you know where I'll be, if I go MIA for any length of time.  I will be boxing until my heart's content, jamming out to Ace of Base.