My New Relationship a/k/a Pity on the Uncoordinated

I got a Wii Fit Board (PLUS! – I can’t forget the “Plus” according to my nephew).  Funny thing was, I didn’t have the Wii Gaming System.  Yes, I wanted the WFB+, but it’s kind of important to have the gaming system too.  I opened the WFB+ on Christmas Eve and I would be opening my gift from my parents on Christmas Day, so I figured my sister-in-law spoke to Mom & they coordinated.  Nope.  I, of course, didn’t say anything.  I do, after all, want the WFB+.  On Christmas Day, I opened my 2 gifts – both of which were negative scanners.  Yes, Mom somehow didn’t coordinate with herself.  Hmm…OK…Umm… The explanation was that she had already purchased one and then I saw one on sale @ Meijer (Midwest version of Wal-Mart).  So, she purchased that one too.  I could then decide which I wanted and which I could return.

I decided to put the money for the returned scanner toward the Wii.

Today, I hooked it all up. Then, I just looked at it for awhile.  Visited with a friend.  Went to lunch. Watched some TV.  Alright, alright!!  I’ll play with you.

I only have the games that came with it, which is fine with me.  I will probably get some of those dance ones.  Problem is, I have digital confirmation that I am horribly uncoordinated. Desperately uncoordinated.  I mean…according to this piece of technology, I have no rhythm.  It was berating me. Taunting me even.  “Do you HEAR the music?  Seriously, are you deaf, if so, I apologize.”

Ok, so it was right to challenge my intelligence to some extent.  I was, after all, the one that had the balance board set up backwards so when I leaned left, it went right.  And, it was me, after all, that was blaming the board for being difficult and dare I say “stupid” for having the game set up so weird. 

BUT, how dare it tell me I have the Wii Fit Age of 55 just because  I am not use to playing on a game system.  Bollocks to you, Wii!  the funny thing is that the 1st time I did the Wii Age, I was 30Wii years old.  The next 2 times, I was 48 and 55.  Then, I was 29.  I have no balance, but I have excellent posture. Hmmm. 

And how can it be that this silly piece of plastic & wires can hurt my feelings.  Seriously!  “You’re OBESE” *giggle giggle* – whatever you techno-bitch.