Three till Seven

Well, Todd left for Ireland last night, and he should’ve arrived there sometime very early this morning, at least by Eastern Standard Time. I won’t see him for eleven days now, and I’m already kind of sad and missing him. My biggest worry whenever someone dear to me travels is that they’ll get hurt or killed, because I’m just an optimist like that. If I don’t think about that possibility, then I’m fine because I know I’ll see them again before too long.

Yay, so according to Nintendo’s web site, my Wii has been shipped back to me. I checked its tracking and yesterday it was in New York. I don’t know why it made a pit stop in New York on the way to Kentucky from Washington state, but there you are. It’s supposed to arrive Monday, which kind of sucks because I’ll be at work, and UPS always tries to deliver packages during the day when both me and Jessica are working. I have yet to receive a UPS package, even stupid rinky-dink things that ought not require an in-person signature, that I haven’t had to drive across town to pick up myself. They should just save me the trouble of calling to have it held for pickup and ship it to their place to begin with.

I just noticed that I’m really bad about starting new paragraphs with word-comma, so now for something completely different! (Didja catch the Monty Python quote?) Guess who got a Wii Fit the other day? Just guess! No, it wasn’t the pope, at least not that I’m aware. No, it wasn’t Jack Nicholson, though he could certainly use one nowadays. It was me! Well, me and Jess: we went halfsies (halvsies? halvesies?) on one. I never expected to find one this early because they’re always sold out. A coworker of Jessica’s had somehow put his name down to get one in Target’s next shipment, and then that shipment was delayed a day, so they emailed him to let him know he could pick his up. He told Jess and Jess told me and I called Target and, lo and behold, they still had some so I reserved one myself. When I picked it up that afternoon (for $89 + tax, much better than the $140+ they’re going for on eBay), I asked the clerk if they had been selling them pretty fast: “Oh yeah.” I asked if they had any left besides the reserved ones: “Oh no.”

So I got my Wii Fit and the sad condition is that I have a Wii Fit but no Wii, at least not till Monday, or probably even Tuesday after UPS has tried to deliver once, failed because no one was home and Nintendo’s bound to require a signature, and I’ve called to have them hold the stupid thing and stop trying to deliver it to an empty household. Honestly, I don’t know how that works for anyone, since most people work in the 8-4 or 9-5 range when UPS delivers. Anyway, I tried out the Wii Fit at Todd’s place that afternoon since his Wii has yet to die due to a lightning storm. My first Body Test, which tests your balance, had the little Balance Board on the TV asking me if I tripped much while I walk. No I don’t, thank you very much Mr. Balanc–whoop! Did anyone else see that lump in the sidewalk? Jeez, you could break an ankle around here… Ahem, right, so I also tried hula hooping and got 2 out of 4 stars, then yoga and got 3 stars, then lunges and got 4 stars, which really had me feeling good, but that was all laid to rest when I tried the ski slalom and got 1 star. Man, do I suck at balancing, apparently!

The Wii Fit also told me I was fat, which I already knew, and oh how sad it was to see my little skinny Mii go to having a ring of belly fat when it calculated my weight and BMI. I do have much hope of slimming down again, though, what with my better diet, 5-day-a-week elliptical machine bouts, and Wii Fit to keep me entertained while I exercise at home. Todd gave me the added incentive that when I get down to my goal weight, he’ll take me out and buy me a nice dress to show off my they’d-damn-well-better-be-skinny-by-then legs.