Big Blue Ball

[Joanne ~ Spud*]

During the winter we check in on my elderly mother more often to clean  the snow and salt from the walks and driveway.  As I was trying to find a snow brush in her car to attack the snow and ice, I found a Big Blue exercise ball in her car.  I looked at my husband and both of our eyes looked with fear. I don’t know what scares me more, the thought of this 87 year old woman driving a car to a get a Big Blue Ball or trying to balance her body in some sort of contortion doing Pilates.

Are You My Mother?

Good Grief, can you imagine your 87 year old mother like this?

 

For several reasons I talked her into letting me take it to my house. For me, I was excited to get a new toy and get it the heck away from her.    I can see bringing her home to live with me, forever, because she fell off the Big Blue Ball and broke her hip.  I have two spare bedrooms right now and I intend to keep it that way for as long as I can.  Second, my back has been hurting since last Spring and I thought it would be fun to learn some new back exercises on the Big Blue Ball.  Oh yes, I was going to get into shape now.

 

She agreed, told me she bought it at a yard sale, and I loaded it into my car and brought it home.   :)    Fun

What part of YARD SALE and BALL did I not get?

 

DH went out to the garage to fill it with air only to return giggling.  Uh Oh, I thought to myself.  Well, I’ll show him.  I sat on the ball with all my excitement and plans, only to hear a loud air sound coming out of my----ball.  Giggle My Arse.  He knew.   But he was giggling more out of what was happening across the room.

 

Just as I was jumping up to stop the air sound, Spud was zooming at me with HUGE eyes.  “OH MY DOODLE” you could hear him saying, “Look at the size of that FREAKING BALL!!! 

 

 I was trying to stand up just as  Spud attacks that Big Blue Ball with full force, barking and wailing in some high pitched sound. Big Blue Ball goes out of control into the air, bouncing uncontrollably, zigzagging into the lamps and computer monitors. He head butts it again as I tried to reach and catch it, and off it soars like a beach ball at a Rock -N- Roll concert.  I didn't know they were that buoyant.

As I begin frantically grabbing everything in the living room as it falls,  my eyes spotted the camera across the room on a tripod.  OH NO.  Oh No.  The ball and Spud’s screeching were in between me and the camera and all the furniture flying.  I caught the camera it just as it goes flying down the floor.   “SAFE”, I yelled!!!!  Just like an umpire. 

 

But really, what the heck was I thinking?  I have a ball obsessed dog and I wanted that thing in my house.

DH giggled all the way to the back door.  Heee heee heee.  

Two minutes after the ball came in, outside Spud went, ball and all, in all his glory.  He won. Take the thing before you destroy the entire house.  I really wanted that Big Blue Ball but it was worth the few minutes of laughs we got from his excitement.  It was worth it to get it away from my mother!   Three minutes later, it lays flat in the yard.  His excitement lasted as long as mine. 

If you look close, there is a big piece of tape on the air vent.  I did not break the ball, it was defective.  Yard sale ball!  And DH made me think my butt broke the ball. He knew exactly what the ball would do and Spud.

Spud, in his pompous glory, attacking and killing that intruder   :)  

[Jane, Guinness and Murphy]

Joanne, I think that we need to get your mother together with Laurie's.  I can only imagine how much "blog material" we'd get out of that!  I'm guessing that Spud will be dreaming of "gigantic blue balls" forever (hehe).  I'm sure this is a ball obsessed dog's idea of perfection.  I can envision the chaos in your house when Spud first spotted the prized ball...thank heaven you were able to save the camera.  That could have been really, really bad.  I wish FJ had gotten some video of you when you first sat on your new "exercise ball"...we could use a few minutes of laughs too...next time.  Tell Spud that Murph would be very proud of him for the way he destroyed "the intruder"....and in record time too.  Oh, and always remember my motto....ALL EXERCISE EQUIPMENT IS BAD....AVOID IT AT ALL COSTS.

[Lynda Kamrath]

Actually many kids in Spec. Ed. use those balls in place of chairs.   They kind of rock and bounce on the balls and can get a lot more done than trying to sit in a chair.  I've tried them and they really are pretty comfortable.  But I like your story better. 

[Sherri, Sophie, Winston, & Kitty]

Way to go Spud! You get that ball! you show that ball who's boss!!

[Jennifer and Jack]

That is a great story!!!

[Joanne ~ Spud*]

She ( Laurie) is a good inspiration. She makes us all laugh.  I thought of her as I looked for a picture of my mother on a ball.  I could not find a senior citizen on a ball.  Do they even do that?  I took my mother to physical therapy all of November and December and the place was full of balls--but OMD, do they even let them have one?? I don't know. 

Spud's charge though--he would give up his own mother for that Ball!

[Dori & Rua]

I forgot as I started reading it that you wrote it not Laurie.  It totally is as worthy of publishing as Laurie's blogs!  It did make me smile!

Yeah Spud...hero for protecting you from the killer big blue ball.

[Joanne ~ Spud*]

No. It can not be repaired.  He is dragging it around the yard yesterday. He is still trying to play with it.  I may go to the toy store and get one that does not deflate so easily .   You know, the larger balls in the big bins.

[BG and Gavin]

I can picture you scrambling across the room between giggles trying to save all your valuables as they crash to the floor.  Spud must have been having the time of his life!  Can it be repaired with more duct tape for another play session?

[F, Calla & Luca]

Funny, glad Nico is still ready to go. Donna, I know what you mean. I had a green one and ran into a wall. Just a little skin lost.

[Donna K & Quincy]

BTW, If you still want a ball, I know where there is a pink one you can have cheap. :>)