Wii Fit fun!

For my birthday (to my complete surprise and bouncing up and down joy) my Mum, Dad and sister got me a Wii with Wii Play. I loved it and it was particularly unexpected as we had got the same for Dad for his birthday so when I opened the present from Kristy and found the Wii Play I thought she had got our presents swapped over by accident. On my Dad's birthday we spent the best part of the evening playing with the wii - unfortunately with Dad's recent accident (He fell over with a milk bottle in his hand, severing 2 tendons and rupturing one) he could only use the wiimote and note the nunchuk. He did however prove himself to be a demon bowler and he and JJ had a couple of matches. Poor Mum's wrist was hurting due to her arthritis so she couldn't play this time.

My lovely hubby hadn't got round to getting me a present so he got me a book and promised to get me the wii fit when it came out. Well today was crunch day and I waited in ALL DAY getting more and more annoyed waiting for it to come. Finally, about 4ish it arrived - I think I may have scared the delivery guy by me somewhat over enthusiastic answering of the door. I lasted about 1/2 hour before succumbing to setting up which took all of two minutes and then I felt guilty and decided to wait for JJ to come home before playing it.

When JJ came home, he was allowed about 2 seconds to take his shoes off before being forced into the lounge to play. Unsurprisingly I am classed as obese, JJ as overweight and it calculated my wii fit age to be 42 - annoyingly JJ was classed as 31! I played all the way through the exercises and then JJ did the same - JJ whupped me in nearly EVERY game, though seeing him trying to hula hoop in just his pants and shirt more than made up for it.

I HATE the gym and, though I went fairly regularly for a short while, I quickly stopped as I loathed it so intensely and found it so very boring. This however was enjoyable - we both finished knowing that we had done exercise but not exhausted and, having had a much needed shower, we were both feeling quite good.

All in all, I hope that I will keep up exercising with the wii fit (which incidentally is hard to type as I kept getting wii fiit) as it is enjoyable, variable, inherently silly with the aforementioned hula hoop game, a football heading game and a tightrope walking game just for starters. We have decided that we are going to take before and after photos - some without clothes and some with clothes which we can show the general public without causing mass panic.

• Change in BMI : NA
• Center of Gravity : L45.9 R54.1
• Age : 42
• Change in weight : na
• Time spent : 30 mins
• Total time : 30 mins

Bad but impressively epic dream...

So last night I had a nightmare that was so awful I woke up crying and it has sort of stuck with me all day. So in an effort to get rid of it before I go to sleep again, I am going to pop it down here...

It started with some giant disaster (I think it was a comet hitting the earth) where loads of people died. I dashed home to find JJ and K dead in the lounge. It had obviously happened quickly as K still had a book on her lap and JJ had the TV remote in his hand and the TV was still on, but they looked unmolested.

I thought that I would have to check on Mum and Dad, so jumped in the car and headed over there but the roads were largely blocked with dead people in the cars, so I had to walk all the way. When I got there, pretty much everyone in the village was dead except Mum, Dad and Chris (who in my dream still lived next door to my parents even though she moved our years ago). On the TV they said that the impact of the meteor (or whatever it was) was causing the atmosphere to boil away into space and that, over the course of the next 24 hours, everyone who had survived the initial impact would slowly suffocate. Chris was so upset at this and the loss of the boys that she went next door and took sleeping pills to kill herself and there was absolutely nothing we could do to convince to not do it.

While we waited to die, a bunch of about 8 or 9 astronauts walked towards us. They had worked out that, the International Space Station had enough air and supplies for 2 years and were gathering additional supplies before going back up (why they were gathering supplies in deepest darkest Surrey, god only knows). After a couple of years the world would recover and they could return. While we stood talking to them, two of them who had gone further afield for supplies were killed by something, freeing up two places on the station. They said that two of us could go with them and Mum said she didn't want to do it and would take sleeping pills like Chris to avoid the suffocation. So Dad and I sat with her while she took them and we talked to her while she fell asleep. We then put her in bed and left her to go to the station. During the launch, something happened to Dad and he was screaming and yelling and I was strapped in and I couldn't get to him, no matter what I tried, though when we arrived he seemed ok.

We had not been there long before it turned out that a lot of the food supplies had spoiled and we would have to go out and find the bodies of astronauts who had died and eat them. Dad went out on a space walk to start gathering bodies and, while he was out there I realised we had not given Mum enough sleeping pills to kill her and she would be waking up now and then would have to slowly suffocate (it didn't occur to me that she could just take more pills). I went completely berserk, screaming that I had to go back and that is when I woke up and sobbed all over a poor confused and half asleep JJ for about 1/2 hour.

There was another dream, part of the same sequence, but I have no idea how it fitted into the rest of the dream - I was in a large loft apartment with about 50 lesbians dressed as WWII wrafs, and they were script writers for the bbc and were discussing how much they liked Stephen Fry and one was saying how, when she was alive, she made a hole in the riser of the staircase so that she could watch womens ankles as they went up the stairs?! Bizarre.

Anyway, hopefully that is the end of it and I can have a good nights sleep tonight...

JJ hits the slippery slope and the Museum

Well yesterday John became even older, having reached his 36th (that's right folks, 36th birthday. Who would have thought he would have lasted this long? Anyway, as he is in Birmingham at the moment I hopped on the train to see him for the evening. It was a fairly chily day and by the time I got there it was dark. We arranged to meet in the coffee bar just outside the station, unfortunately it was shut so I wandered to his building and waited in the foyer until his flat mate came and found me. JJ was only about 10 minutes behing me so, once Martin had headed off to Scotland and JJ had opened his presents, we decided to go to Broad Street, through the Mail Box, and find somewhere to eat.
After wandering back and forth a couple of times we found the "Around the World in 80 dishes", a buffet restaurant with chinese, mexican and italian food. The food was good but not excellent, but the service was very good and the drinks were even better - we were gently glowing once when left, stuffed to the gills, to go in search of the rock bar that JJ passes on a daily basis but had never been in.
We couldn't have been more obvious in there - with J in his suit and being almost twice the age of everyone else, still we enjoyed it and had a couple of drinks before deciding to move on. Unfortunately, as John stood up, he smacked his head on the underside of the metal stairs and had really hurt himself, so we decided to head home.
Next day JJ had to work so I had a couple of hours to myself. JJ pointed out the museum to me and as it was only two minutes walk I headed that way. I stopped in Victoria square on the way and took some photos of the statues and fountain:











I then realised I only had about 2 and a bit hours to go round the museum, but when I wandered around there, it turns out it doesn't open until 10.30. Luckily, I spyed a maccy d's, so I grabbed some breakfast and sat in the chilly sun to eat. There was some filming/photo shoot going on across the square, the giant box said I want a referendum, but I didn't work out what it is they want a referendum on.




The bench I am sitting on has a great view - statues and ornate architechure surround me:






and the requisite pigeons:



The following seed pod (?) was nigh on impossible to take a picture of as it was so windy that I had to shorten the shutter speed radically and use flash, hence the werid lighting. If anyone can tell me what this is I would apprciated it as I have NO idea.



I then realised that my hands had gone numb and the museum was open so headed into the building. I signed up for a photographic permit and headed off. The first thing that greeted me was this statue of lucifer which I never did get a decent photo of.



I then, quite quickly, became quite obsessed with a group of statues that were really quite disturbing. They were human height and, unlike most statuary, stood on the floor so that, when you walked around the room, you almost felt that they were going to follow you.













Other items of beauty:











I finished dashing round and headed towards home but got momentarily delayed on the way back by the architecture, fountains etc and the blueness of the sky.



















Then we headed back home to drop off JJ's stuff and then headed to London to see Lord of the Rings. It was a bit disappointing but I did still enjoy it, whereas JJ loathed it. I felt that the music was unmemorable, that they choose some of the wrong points to emphasise (such as the dancing in the prancing pony which I enjoyed for a while but quickly became bored of) and the crow-barring of women into the story line. Now I am a feminist but, if the women barely enter the orignal story, why do they every two minutes have them turn up and sing a long and boring song?! Drove me up the wall. On top of all that, the elves all seemed to been deaf as they made hand gestures whenever they said anything and Galadriel had a strange nervious twitch which was really off putting. But despite all that, I did actually enjoy most of it, the sceanery was amazing, the costuming wonderful and the acting, though dodgy at times, wasn't bad enough to ruin the story.



We finally headed home to our bed, pooped and were snoring within minutes.