Wii-ing with my Mom!

Memories, life is all about creating memories that will stay with us for years. And I have to tell you, me wii-ing with my nearly 70 year old mom is a memory I will never forget. Smack talking and Wii-ing as we rang in the New Year, you can't ask for a better time.

(Wish I'd taken pictures, but I was too busy trying to win. That's not my mom.)



First lets start by saying my mother is not the most athletically inclined person I know, as a matter of fact she once got called out for bunting in softball, and she took a full swing! Well, I decided that it was time to give my mother another shot at beating me in something, so I challenged her to a game of wii bowling. Little did I know but that a wii master was hiding inside that little, vulnerable, uncoordinated woman!

There I was, trying to explain to her how to throw the ball down the lane, and how she can use the little arrows to move either to the left or the right. I was the master, and she was the student. Man did that last all of two minutes! The next thing I know there is my Mom throwing a strike down the lane!
She jumped up in the air and let out a little whoop, the first whoop I had heard in years! So, that's when the smack talking started as I told her she was just lucky, and I then proceeded to throw the ball down the lane for a split! I think the Wii gods were taking one out on me!

Then up she comes for the next frame, and I can hardly believe it, another strike!!! She jumped up and let out another whoop, then did this sort of little dance. My Mother! My Mother was doing her own trash talking, my little uncoordinated mother was throwing it back into my face. At this point, I decided to keep any other bowling wii tips to myself because I knew I would need them if I was going to beat this woman!

Well, as I proceeded to stink up the place, and bitch about how the arrows on the lane were not working right, my mother continued to kick my butt! The final score... mom 187, Sue 132. How the heck did that happen? I couldn't believe it, my mother had out trash talked me and out wii-ed me! But I have to admit, I don't really mind because this is one memory that I will treasure.

Sue, Tempe

New Year: Get busy living, or get busy dying

For those of you who follow me on Twitter or who are Facebook friends, you are probably aware I've had a hard time with this transition from 2008 to 2009.

I need to stop listening to those who bash '08.. yes, the market was lousy, job security took a hit. But we elected the first Black man as U.S. President, a man who presents us with hope, challenges and opportunities. And all is well in my world, really.

Some of the heaviness I have to slough off comes from working in an Old Media world and being excited and driven by New Media sentiments. I come from a long line of employees and I find myself wanting to be more and more entrepreneurial. As life changes, I need to keep that excitement alive.

My friend Lisa reminded me today of this beautiful movie ending... these final lines from The Shawshank Redemption.

"I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope. "

'Get busy living, or get busy dying. That's goddamn right.'

Yes. That's goddamn right.

Robin, Tempe, Arizona