The Ballad of Exercise Ball and Elbow.

I've always been a fan of exercise balls. I love that when I go to the clinic where I do my practicum, I see an exercise ball/chair in the clinic supervisor's office.


Exercise balls are big, round, make people look goofy, and have always seemed like the least threatening things in the world-- kind of like Dumbo. In fact, I love exercise balls so much that not only am I a proud owner of my very own purple ball, but I also took a six-week Pilates BALL class over the summer, so that I could learn more about the amazingness of exercise balls. Despite my affinity for exercise balls, I view them as a dying trend, too-- something that is being replaced by all these silly things like discs and kettlebells and whatnot. In a world full of these exercise ball replacements, I felt like I was one of the few remaining who truly understood the marginalized exercise ball.

But then, The Accident happened.

The fateful day after which I would no longer feel the excitement of clutching a bright red exercise ball in the rec center studio after Jared, our instructor, would tell us that we'd need to get an exercise ball for that day's routine. No, no more. The Accident now marks my last dance with the exercise ball, and leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

Let me back up. I'm the heartless, mean-spirited butthole that laughs when people are escorted via snowmobile by paramedics to the ski lodge on ski slopes. That is, until I, too, was the victim of a newbie skiing mom who skiied right into my face. I'm the bitch who will tail you on the highway, and then complain about how there are so many awful drivers on the roads after being tailed 10 miles up. Yup, I'm That Bitch. So, it's no surprise that, fast-forwarding to that fateful Accident Day, I was also the pretentious snob who prided herself on having such a great relationship with a piece of sweaty exercise equipment, and then fell off of my so-called (inanimate object) Friend Frienemy. Melodramatic? I think not. I have the big bruiser on my left elbow to prove it. Friends don't let friends fall. I trusted that ball. Now who will I trust?
hmm, I've heard good things about those balance disks.... and those ValSlides.... hmmmmm....

Isn't real-life wedding planning time-consuming enough?!

So, my quasi-New Year's resolution was to start blogging on a much more regular basis. And, to start a blog with the fiance about wedding planning, from the perspective of Juni, my (ok, our) dog. This might *sound* kind of adorable, but really, it would probably get old in about 2 days. ...... i'm doing it.

Anyway, back to this new year's resolution. Obviously, I've failed miserably already. It's mid-February, I'm taking one class in school, and working on the side. I surely have time to blog! So, here's my come-back blog #1. Welcome!

As I've been dabbling in some wedding planning, I've stumbled upon these crazily addictive websites like weddingbee and projectwedding. They're amazing. and, they will consume your life. this is no.joke. For instance, I posted a thread on weddingbee the other day because I was contemplating shoes for the wedding day. Did I want a kitten heel, a platform, stilettos? Big side bow, flower applique, knot detail? All very important questions, and tons and tons of options to choose from. And most importantly, are these shoes dyeable, since I'm planning on using shoes as my 'something blue' (and teal is one of our colors!). So, with all these thoughts tumbling through my mind as I stared at my work computer, I turned to my 'bees' and threw the question out to them for some feedback. Which shoes? Within a day, I have a handful of responses from complete strangers, giving me advice on which shoe would best match my dress, and would look great dyed blue. AMAZING. it's like MAGIC. and this is PERFECT for a very indecisive girl like me. How had I not found this earlier? Was there never a weddingbee equivalent of, where should I go to grad school? What should I do during the summer? Should I eat leftovers even though they've been sitting in my fridge for 4 days? All these (very important, life-altering) questions I had in the past... where were my bees then? Or had technology not progressed to huge hubs of people from all over existing in cyber-world at that point?

The one slight issue about these sites is that you kind of feel obligated to hang out in cyber-world, on the website, constantly updating posts, replying the threads... i don't even know the difference between a post and a thread. how am i supposed to know if i'm being a good cyber-friend to my bees? It's actually a little stressful. Because, on top of your real-life wedding planning and talking to friends who are getting married, having babies, adopting animals, saving the world, sniffing their dogs' paws.... there's this whole ... internet-beehive out there who you *also* have to attend to, discuss things with, and ask advice of. i mean, isn't real-life wedding planning time-consuming enough? am i just a bitchbee?
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by the way, i swear i do work at work, too. not just stress out over being a bitchbee and stalk my dog on doggie-cam while she's at doggie daycare.
.... aaand, i'm going to get fired tomorrow.