School Me

I don't know if I have any readers left out there on account of my intermittent posting, but I hope some of you are still out there, because I need some input. Technology input. That request will eventually come after the following long winded narrative, so feel free to scroll down to the bottom if you aren't in a patient mood today.

I understand.

I'm not the kind of person who technology comes easy to, I have to really work at it and take notes. Whenever I get a new gadget or thing, I hand it to Peanut Head to set up, figure out, and tutor me. I have the attention span of a gnat, so he has the added chore of having to spoon feed me over many tortuous sessions.

Some might say he's enabling me, but if they did, they would run the risk of me indelicately tackling them and telling them to shut up and mind their own business.

Our technology relationship is an arrangement that works quite well for us.

The married us.

Me.

Anyway, shortly after the iPad came out, Peanut Head was telling me how I should get an iPad, it would be perfect for me and my alarmingly out of control e-mail situation, my blog surfing, and my general computer addiction. What I heard was "Spend $800, blah blah blah, don't actually accomplish anything productive on an $800 gadget, blah blah blah, $800, blah blah, portable, blah blah, $800, blah blah."

Actually, I don't think he ever quoted a price, that was just the stubborn and pushy automatic rejection response from my Man Giving Advice Listening Filter app.

Peanut Head does not find my cool app the least bit amusing.

In fact, if he were to ever incite divorce proceedings, this app, er . . . character trait would be at the tippy top of his Irreconcilable Annoyances List.

Flash forward six months and I'm on the Apple website working my way through all the commercials, enjoying myself because it's good entertainment, and I actually watch an iPad commercial.

So picture this, figurative tail between my legs I approach Peanut Head and meekly announce "I think I might want one of them iPad thingies." He knows he has won so he just smiles and shakes his head a little bit which, according to my Body Language Translation Dictionary, means "I know you better than you know yourself. Bazing!"

"Heh, heh. Funny, isn't it?" is my reply. It's true and I hate that it's true, but because I want the iPad thingy, I have to admit it. It hurts so bad.

This took place about this time last year, before the iPad 2 came out. Since Peanut Head is so conservative and patient, he suggested that I wait for the iPad 2 to come out because it was going to have a camera, a USB port, and all the other rumors that were going around about the magical new iPad.

According to the rumors, the launch of the new iPad was always just around the corner. It would come out for Christmas, it would come out after Christmas, the new year, with the new iPhone, etc. It was torture, I tell you.

I have to be honest with you, I don't wait patiently. I waited in agony, whining all the time, stalking the Apple website, Googling for the newest and most promising rumor. I was a druggie looking for my fix.

While I was waiting in agony, I had plenty of time to save up for my new BFF. I passed on a Christmas gift from Peanut Head, and then a birthday gift in February. I scrimped and saved, waiting for my one true love.

Finally the fated day came back in March, and I was joined with my BFF. We haven't been apart since, and I love my iPad more than my dog, but less than my children and Peanut Head. Okay, maybe I love the Bunnery Sergeant a little more, but not much more. The point is, I might possibly take a bullet for my iPad.

Not in an important organ or anything, but for sure in one of my extra fleshy bits.

So I've had my BFF for a little over seven months or so, and I've learned a thing or two about it. I'm pretty comfortable with it, but I don't navigate around it quite as well as my fellow sixth grade teacher who has had his iPad for about two weeks and can dance circles around me, on his tippy toes, with one hand behind his back and only using his pinkie finger. For illustrative purposes, that pinkie finger is in a splint.

Because I'm bitter and passive aggressive, let's just refer to him as Robo Techbot from here on out. Not in person, of course. Just on the blog. He'll never know.

I feel a tangent coming on, so I'm going to hit my force redirect key and attempt to get to my point.

A couple weeks ago Peanut Head and I got our Christmas presents early.

BFF #2, the companion to BFF #1.

And I have this to say. What the heck was I doing with a Crackberry when this Bounty of Efficiency and OCD Enabling Tool existed?!!!!

No, really. And I have exponentially fewer apps than Robo Techbot, but I don't even know how I can live now without the apps I have and use.

And since as a rule I'm always ten years behind on all trends, I need some schooling. What are all the cool apps and what can they do for me?

Please, I'm begging you, one junkie to another, what are all your favorite apps?

Ribbon Rewind

Do you remember once upon a time when I first got this Making Memories set-up? It was nearly two years ago and I think there were only about ten people visiting my site at that time, so I won't be offended if you don't remember. 

Since you probably weren't there, I'll tell you, I was so excited, and I couldn't wait to fill it up with all kinds of good stuff. I started with my ribbon because I love ribbon. It was love for the first month at least.

And then I started to become disgusted with the whole shebang. If you own one of these, I'm sure you know why, but if you don't, let me just share a little negativity with you.

The ding dang dowels that hold the ribbon on are too fat! That means some spools of ribbon don't fit on them unless you gouge bigger holes out of their spools with your craft knife, thereby nearly maiming yourself in the process because, maybe you're ungraceful. Like me.

The ding dang dowels have to be removed every time you want to add a new spool of ribbon. That means you have to pull all the spools off if you are an OCD freak and you like your ribbon to be in rainbow order. Not that you are like that, but some of us have special needs.

Because the ding dang dowels are too blinking fat, there is much dropping and launching of ribbon spools in the interchange process, which then results in unspooled ribbon pooling at your feet and possibly tripping you. Because of that whole lack of grace thing.

And yes, I might be bitter because my mom would never let me take ballet lessons and I so wanted to take ballet lessons. I don't care that I have always looked like a football player in a tutu. Even at my thinnest, I had healthy thighs. That's beside the point though. I could have been graceful.

And now I'm not.

Anyway, that pretty much sums up my complaints about the Making Memories set-up, with some of my emotional issues that I'm sure you do not care about.

I don't like to come into the blogosphere and just whine about my petty problems, so I now feel the need to share with you how I solved my ribbon problem. It was such a big problem.

First, I started by clearing off the bottom three shelves. Originally, there were only two shelves for ribbon, but I decided I wanted three, so that's why I have three shelves naked here.

I needed Peanut Head to help me with this project because I have an unhealthy fear of power tools. On account of I lack grace because I never had ballet. 

Poor Peanut Head gets roped into so many of my projects. And just between you and me, he tries to run but I have ginormous muscles in my healthy thighs and I catch him before he can get away.

Plus he loves me. For some reason.

Okay, so what Peanut Head is doing here is he's cutting some yard sticks that I bought. I painted a little more than the first 24 inches with a couple thin coats of white paint, so that they would go better with the shelf. I didn't want full coverage though, because I wanted to still be able to see the inch markings and be able to use them when cutting ribbon.

The shelf itself is roughly 24 inches, so that's what that measurement is. Peanut Head cut three yardsticks for my three shelves. Before he made the 24 inch cut for the length, he cut about a quarter inch off along the entire length of the yardstick. The whole point of the yardsticks is to form a little fence to keep the ribbon from rolling off the shelves. Since Peanut Head cut it to be slightly skinnier, it's short enough that you can still get the ribbon in.

Next, Peanut Head cut some little half inch pieces off the extra bits of yardstick. These little pieces are to hold the fence out a little bit away from the bottom of the existing shelf, so that I could slide the cut end of ribbon through that small opening as a guide.

He finished the cut with an X-acto knife because . . . oh heck, I forget why. I know there was a good reason for it, but I can't remember what it was. Was it to avoid splitting the wood? Somebody that knows, please pipe in here anytime.

We, that is the married "we" which means "him," then glued one of the little pieces to the back of each end of the cut yardsticks. We cut six pieces total--two for each shelf.

After we glued them, Peanut head clamped them together until they dried.

While the glue was drying, we drilled the holes to attach the yardsticks. 

And here's a little heads up, these units are made out of particle board so it's not the easiest stuff to work with. We learned here that we had to drill smaller pilot holes first. Peanut Head let me do some of this part. I'm okay to use a drill, but I'm slow and I mess up a lot.

Peanut Head also drilled some little craters in the ends of the yardsticks for the screw heads to sink down into so they would be flush and pretty. I'm sure there's a technical term for it, but it seems to have escaped me. Sorry. Next time I'll try to take better notes.

See, isn't that pretty? Um, actually . . . no. It's ugly. Not only did we split the wood a bit, but the screw really is not pretty. It needs something.

There. That's better. I whipped out my glue gun and some pretties and got right to work. Pretty nifty, eh? Well, except for the leftover glue gun snot. I still have to go pull all those stringy bits off.

This is what it looked like after all the little fences were put on. I could hardly wait to get all my ribbon on it. In my giddy eagerness, I might have knocked Peanut Head over before he was finished tightening that last screw. Oopsie.

Ahhhhhhhh. I could just drape some twinkle lights over it and lay under it like it was my Christmas tree. It's so pretty.

I glued buttons and flowers over the screws. Because I could. And the knobs that used to hold the dowels on? I just glued them over the unsightly holes they left behind. I fed the dowels to the Gunny Man Who Thinks He's a Woodpecker.

I went back to IKEA over the summer and got enough of these CEEEEEEEE-UTE little jars to hold all my buttons. Um, buttons that I didn't have yet, but had to go and buy immediately upon acquiring the super cute jars. Don't they just scream "Fill me with buttons!" to you? Me too.

I've been living with this set-up for a couple months now and I have to tell you, I LOVE IT. It was the perfect fix.

And I don't miss the dowels one little bit.

Decrapification Winner

Congratulations Joni! Random Integer Generator picked you to win the Mini Everyday Display. Shoot me an e-mail me with your address, Joni, and I'll send it right out to you.

I wish I could have given one to everyone, but sadly, I only have one to give away. Some of you asked for the details to buy one yourself, but the Mini Everyday Display is no longer available for sale. It was a Creative Memories limited edition gift awhile back. If you want to purchase a similar one though, a non-mini version, you can go here to find one. They're a little pricey, but I promise you, the quality is excellent.

Thank you to everyone who left a comment. I enjoyed reading about areas that you need to decrapify. It made me feel better to see that I'm not alone in taming the clutter monster. It's an ongoing battle, isn't it?

Grudgingly Decrapifying

Not to be a buzz kill, but do you realize that summer is more than half gone? It is, and I'm a little bit starting to FREAK OUT, I have so much to do. My to do list is ginormously long, and there is no way I will get done what I want to get done before school starts.

I know. Boo hoo.

Anyway, one of the things that I have to get done this week is to clear out our guest room. With a backhoe.

Perhaps you have a similar room in your house? In our house, it's the guest room. We haven't had any visitors in over a year, so it's particularly bad right now. We've been tossing miscellaneous junk in, then super fast, closing the door and forgetting about it. You know the kind of stuff I'm talking about. Stuff we should get rid of, but we don't want to actually make the mentally exhausting decision to just get rid of it already.

So that's what I've been doing today. Decrapifying the guest room. I hate it.

It's not all crap though. There's lots of good stuff in there too. Like one of these Mini Everyday Displays. It's the cutest thing. It's a little frame with a cloth covered magnetic background.

This is one that I have on display in my house. These things are super easy to use. I could have made this waaaaaaaay cuter, but I was in a hurry and I just wanted to bang it out. All I did for mine, was to cut some scrapbook paper to size and use the cute little magnets that come with it to stick it all on. 

Is that a cute little magnet, or what? I didn't use any adhesive at all, everything in my display is being held on with the magnets.

And these dang cute little clothespins.

I absolutely love this thing. You can hang it up with the attached strap and a dang cute little knob screw thing that comes with it, or stand it up on a table with the easel back.

I found one of these things buried in my guest room today, unopened, and it's just screaming for me to give it a loving and appreciative home. So what do you say? Do you want it?

Leave me a comment by midnight Friday, and I'll pick a lucky winner this weekend. I would love to hear about the trouble spot in your house that you need to decrapify. Spill.

Good luck Peeps!

As Seen On T.V.

Have you ever seen this thing? It's the Tooth n' Brush Hands Free Toothpaste Dispenser. The first time I saw it, I was standing in the check out line at Wal Mart and I said to myself, Oh Get Out! Who needs a contraption to put toothpaste on their toothbrush for them? LAME-O.

Then I grabbed it and stuck it on the belt deep underneath the rest of my purchases. Yep. On account of I was embarrassed for myself. Of myself. Ashamed.

The entire time I was waiting to be rung up, and I'm not kidding you, I was mentally flogging myself for my stupidity. You are NOT going to buy that thing. It's $20 and WHY?!!!! Look at you. Up here in this line, people starving all over the world, and you're going to throw down $20 for an As-Seen-On-T.V. hoojit. You should be ashamed of yourself.

Then a little Virtual WWF match started in my brain. My conscience against the Devil.

Put it back.

No.

Put it back.

No.

Put. It. BACK.

N. O. 


And guess what? The Devil won.

But here's the rest of the story. The why that allows me to rationalize my purchase.

My kids pushed me over the edge. Yes, I did not have far to go, but I up and went. You see, it's their toothpaste. The toothpaste that they cannot, for the love of Peter Pan, keep in the bathroom, where it belongs. Why must it always leave the bathroom? Why? Why? Why?!!!

The toothpaste leaves the bathroom, and then the next kid cannot brush their teeth because they cannot find the toothpaste. They walk all over the house looking for it, staring up at the ceiling kind of looking. Unproductive looking and, surprise, no toothpaste finding is happening.

Then when the angry parent finds the toothpaste because the parent knows how to scan a room actively, as in aware and involved looking, the kid cannot seem to extract any toothpaste from the tube. It gets past the half gone point, and then suddenly they can't seem to squeeze their delicate flower hands hard enough to get the ding dang toothpaste on the toothbrush.

Really! This is not rocket science here, kidlets. It's dental hygiene. Get some.

And I'm not even going to go into the mess that follows the toothpaste extraction, I'm just going to tell you that this purchase from the Devil actually turned out to be quite Heaven sent. No lie.

We have not lost the toothpaste once since this device was so tackily installed in our bathroom . . . um, suction cupped right to the mirror. I'm pretty sure you won't see that in Martha Stewart Living. The toothpaste is always right there. On the mirror. No child needs to waste their precious energy on unproductive looking anymore.


Not only that, but there is no toothpaste on the counters, smeared on the cupboards, the toilet, the walls, etc. It's still in the sink though, can't seem to fix that one.


And the best part of it? We get every last molecule of toothpaste out of every tube of toothpaste. Peanut Head explained it to me. Something about gravity and the tight seal creating a natural vacuum, blah, blah, blah. Who cares, Peanut Head?!


It's magic. That's all I need to know.

And no, I am not being paid to blow sunshine about the toothpaste dispenser. They don't even know I exist.

Now it's confession time, are you going to run out and get yourself one of these white trash hoojits for your kids? Spill.

Surprise in the Mail!

I was making dinner this evening and my doorbell rang. Usually I hate it when the doorbell rings while I'm making dinner, but this time it was the UPS man and you know I always love to see the UPS man. The UPS man never brings me anything I don't want. It's always something good.

Let's see what's inside . . .

Oooh, it's my new Scentsy candle warmer from Jen. A couple weeks ago she gave away three of them on her blog and I was one of the lucky commenters. Can you believe that? I'm so excited.

I've never had a Scentsy anything before, and I've heard great things about it, so I was thrilled to get so lucky.

Isn't it gorgeous? She even gave me a Vanilla Cream Scentsy Bar. Sigh. I love her.

My Magic Bullet Against Dust Bunnies

This, my friends, is my secret weapon, my magic bullet that enables me rationalize not dusting for extended periods of time. 

You know how icky the top of your refrigerator gets? No? Quick! Run and look right now. I'll wait.

Okay, so now you know what I'm talking about. What if I told you that you never have to clean it again? EV-er. Would you believe me?

I'm glad you're not that gullible. I believe me, so that tells you how gullible I am. But seriously, you will have to clean it one more time. Then when you get it squeaky clean, I want you to cover it with this GLAD Press 'n Seal whatever-it-is. Just lay it down, in a frustrating frenzy of sticks-to-everything purpose, so that it covers the entire surface of the top of your refrigerator. Then just sit back and watch the dust fall.

When it gets a good quarter inch layer of dust on it, peel it off and put a new layer on. You'll never have to dust again, just replace the plasticky magic.

I use the Press 'N Seal because it has magic bubbles that stick to the surface when you press down on it. It works great on the top of the refrigerator too.

For the tops of my cabinets, I lay down wax paper, one big long stretch of it from one end to the other, then I tape it down at the ends so it doesn't slide around. The wax paper is much more manageable to use, and I have a larger area to cover, so I use it instead of the more pricey Press 'N Seal.

Here's my old, dusty layer on top of my cabinets. I don't mind telling you that I get up here to replace this stuff once a year at most. It's not unheard of to go a year or two between replacing the wax paper.

It's not like my mother-in-law gets up here to make sure I'm keeping a clean house, you know.

Look, more dust. The biggest reason for lining the tops of my cabinets and fridge is the greasy dust that tends to accumulate in the kitchen. That stuff doesn't clean up with just a dust rag. It requires soap and elbow grease. I know you know what I'm talking about. It makes me gag.

I keep a couple fake sunflower garlands up top here as well. In order to dust them I just take them outside and blast them to kingdom come with Peanut Head's air compressor. It's extremely gratifying, watching all that dust being forcefully expelled from my life.

So, I'm thinking, do you think anyone would notice if I covered all the furniture with Press 'N Seal too? Or the kids? How cool would that be?

Pretty Things

What do you think this looks like? I think it looks like a gorgeous sheet of the prettiest scrapbook paper on the planet.

And it was at Pier I Imports today. Can you believe that?

I don't know what they think they're doing, dabbling in the scrapbooking industry. Aren't they supposed to sell home fashions?


Oh, I guess they still do. This isn't paper, it's a plate.


And it's not at Pier I anymore. It's in my possession. In my house.

Do you want to know how I rationalized this purchase? Well, I'm going to tell you anyway. I had a gift card, I've been looking for pretty dishes to put in my practically empty dinette cabinet, and they're sooooo pretty!


Shallow, I know, but they make me happy.

Takeout Menu Organizer

Since the New Year is often all about getting organized, I wanted to be sure to share this idea with you. This is my Takeout Menu Organizer. It's simply a binder filled with pocket dividers, like this.

Each pocket is labeled by type of restaurant, and inside each pocket I include menus from restaurants.

I also include coupons. I think I have more pizza coupons in this section than anything else. We seem to get a lot of those in the mail, don't we?

I can't even tell you how handy it has been having this thing put together. When we want to eat out, but we can't decide where, we flip through this binder to jog our memory.

Or, when we do know what we want, but we don't want to go and eat there, we have the menus easily accessible for ordering in.

Plus, it's just a great way to corral all those restaurant coupons that tend to get stuck to the fridge and forgotten about.

You can put one of these binders together relatively quickly, but if you'd rather just buy one, check this out.

Isn't it pretty and tidy looking? You can find it at Knock Knock and it sells for $21.00.
They even include an order pad, a pen, and takeout tips including a handy tip chart.
Here's what their pocket dividers look like.

I love mine, and I think you need one, don't you?

RESOURCES: I've had questions about the pocket dividers. I used Oxford Letter Size Slash Pockets which I got at Staple's. I would think that most office supply stores would carry them as well. I also got the 1" view binder at Wal Mart, but of course, you could find that at the office supply store as well.

So You Think You Want Wii Fit?

Peanut Head and I got each other the Wii Fit for Christmas, and as promised, I'm going to give you a little review. A sarcastic review of the sort that I am apt to give, of course.

The Wii Fit uses the Wii Balance Board, which you see above, and one of the Wii remotes to track your movements and your abilities. Or, in my case, lack thereof.

The Balance Board is a pretty amazing device actually. It's pretty sensitive to your movements and it relays that information back to the Wii computer. The Balance Board is also a scale. Oh the horror! And, you're going to find this hard to believe, but it's a bit of a smarty pants too.

As in other Wii games, you need a Mii to represent you in Wii Fit. Building your Mii is fun as you get to pick out the features that represent you best, or completely reinvent yourself if that's your choice. I made my Mii pretty much with my features. Peanut Head's Mii, however, looks like a Gangsta Bank Robber.

However much control you have in creating your Mii, the Wii computer is going to correct the body for you after it weighs you. So if you want a skinny Mii, you're going to have to be that. I put a lot of time and thought into creating my Mii, but after Wii fit ran its calculations, it now looks like a bowling ball. Sad, but true.

When you first start the Wii Fit, it will ask you to step on the Wii Balance Board. Now, I feel like I need to prepare you for this next part. When you actually step on the Balance Board, the Wii computer will say "Oh," with just the right amount of surprise and haughty judgement to make you want to throw the remote at it. Don't do that though, because they break easy and they are $40 to replace. Not that I would know about that.

In fact, the Wii computer takes delight in doing this to you over and over again. It doesn't do it every time you step on the Balance Board, but it does do it frequently.

Before you can get started excercising, the first time you do the Wii Fit anyway, it will ask you to enter your height and date of birth. Then it will give you a Body Test, which is basically a series of exercises designed to test your balance. It will also calculate your Body Mass Index (BMI) and your Wii Fit age. Because I cannot stand on my left foot without falling, and I'm overweight, my Wii Fit age is 56! It was really no surprise to me, because I've never been graceful, and my balance does stink. I run into things all the time too.


So, this is someone else's BMI. Not mine. I got this picture off Google Images. The purpose of calculating your BMI, of course, is to have a starting point and set a goal.


The Wii Fit tracks your progress and your workouts, which is great for an anal spreadsheet prone person like myself.


This is the female trainer. I just call her Cyborg Sally. You get to pick whether or not you want the female or male trainer, and you can switch back and forth if you get tired of them. And you will.

I have to be honest here, the trainers are annoying as all get out. They talk waaaaaaaay too much and they can seem a teensy bit condescending. When you're round, sweaty and cranky that is.

The first couple times you do the Wii Fit program, you don't mind it so much because you haven't really heard all their platitudes yet, but after that third time, you start to get cranky with them. For example, Peanut Head was doing some Yoga last night and Cyborg Sally said to him "Your leg is a little shaky" in her pert, meant to be encouraging voice. Before she could even finish her sentence, Peanut Head barked "Shut Up!" At which point she continued, not phased in the least "In order to get stronger and maintain your core strength, you need to exercise every day." 

Cyborg Sally needs to understand that when people are sweating and straining, they don't need her perky voice talking to them like they're a kindergartener.

Anyway, in the picture above, take a look at that yellow circle on Cyborg Sally with the red dot in the center. You are the red dot and you are supposed to stay in the yellow circle. It's not always easy. I frequently fall out of the circle and bounce off the edge of the t.v. But that's me. I'm sure you'd be much better at it.


This is the male trainer, otherwise known as Robo Cop. He cracks me up.

First off, just look at him. He's stuck in the 80s with those ultra revealing bike shorts. I bet he wears a fanny pack too.

And he has a stubby ponytail. Something I just caught sight of a couple days ago.


He is funny though, on my second day working out with him he rubbed the back of his head and said "Ugh. I think I stayed up a little too late last night."

Whatever Robot Boy, you're dreaming.

The hula hoop is in the cardio section of Wii fit and it's a better work out than you might think. However, it's something you want to do in private. Spectators cannot be held responsible for uncontrollable laughter.

The running is probably my favorite. You use the remote, either holding it or in your pocket, and not the Balance Board. With the remote, you run in place. Peanut Head figured out that you can stand still and shake the remote and your Mii runs pretty fast. We don't cheat though. Well, usually.

There's an annoying Mii Guide that you have to follow and it keeps turning around and waving at you, as if to say "You're slow and yo-o-o-o-o-u can't catch me, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah." In order to get rid of the guide, you need to wait until a little yippy dog starts to run by, then you start shaking the remote super fast and you'll leave your guide in the dust. Then you have to follow the little dog. Robo Dog is a lot more fun to follow because he takes you on a more interesting route.

During your run, lots of Miis will pass you and some of them you'll recognize as other members of your family. My favorite is when Miis come at me from the other direction and trip. They're running and smiling and then FWAP! They're rolling in a cloud of dirt. It's extremely entertaining.

There are four main sections in Wii Fit: Yoga, Strength, Cardio and Balance. Soccer is a game in the balance section and it's hard. You're supposed to shift your weight on the Balance Board to head butt the soccer balls coming at you.

Once you get the hang of it, or not, they start throwing shoes and panda heads at you. You're supposed to avoid those. It's very difficult when you're focusing on aligning yourself to head butt the balls, and then a foreign object comes at you. You automatically want to align yourself with whatever comes at you, just like a deer caught staring into headlights. Usually I get hit full on in my Mii face.

You lose points when that happens. Dang it.

The slalom is another balance game. Also hard, but fun. My favorite balance game is the ski jump. The first 15 or so times I did it, I biffed it and rolled down the mountain in one gigantic snowball, increasing in size exponentially as I progressed. Fun stuff.

To sum it up, the Wii Fit gives you a great workout and tracks your progress along the way. To me, there are only two negatives:

1) The chatty trainers get annoying

2) Because there is so much talking, and you have to constantly push the "A" button on the remote as you move from exercise to exercise, a lot of time is wasted.

And that's a wrap. Don't just take my word for it. Talk to other people and find out what they think of the Wii Fit. You'll likely get a different perspective.