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WIB Year in Review 2009

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Another year gone and documented here at Word Is Born. It’s been a good one!

In 2009 I managed to…

…get engaged(!), visit Indiana (twice), go to Vegas (and not get married) (twice), consistently post Foto Fridays, start three new blogs, post more videos, keep my job (Hello recession!), move to Tacoma, buy a house, get the attention of Levi Corporate out of a blog post, write a book chapter on Twitter, stay in grad school, get a cat, convert this blog to Wordpress, redesign it (twice), and keep a blog readership despite the rise of Twitter and said redesigns.

SOMEHOW, despite my abuses and rants here, you still love me (or my pretty photos) and I THANK YOU for that. As in past years, let’s take a look at the highlights (and lowlights):

Best author: Paolo Paolo remains the undisputed heavyweight champion of blogging. Every time he blogs, a puppy and kitten spoon.

Best newbie: Fabrizio Fabrizio starred in several videos over the past year and made it into several Foto Fridays. He is one cool cat.

Best comment: On Sept. 28, 2009, Brother Bear wrote:

Paolo… May I suggest the jeans you find at Costco. They have multiple brands instock and they are very reasonable. My sugggestion is to buy a few pairs or the diffrent brands and maybe go up one size and take them home and see what happens. Then just go back and buy what you think will work as they have no fitting rooms there at Costco.

Been buying jeans there for years now and they always fit my fatass ~Brother Bear

Runner-up comment: On Jan. 27, 2009, Jeanna wrote:

Does this mean you got smart and decided to BUY in Seattle. I was thinking on the way to work this morning how CRAZY you’d be to buy a house in Tacoma. It’s SO far away. You’d probably never come up here, and probably never get to enjoy great places like Black Bottle Again. Basically what I mean is Tacoma = SOCIAL DEATH.

Best guest post by Paolo: Home court advantage

Best post featuring a focuspoint video: Home > Work

Best demonstration of Paolo's game: ENGAGED!

Scariest post: Unmarked intersection + bus = Boo Remember when Amanda got into that car accident? Yeah. Boo.

Best blog series that was a good idea at the time: W(ho)TF is on WIB See the posts featuring Gramps, Al and Cari

Dorte Callahan Memorial ‘Lurker’ Award: DORTE! Especially considering that I no longer live with Katrine, this award is well-deserved.

Most narcissistic: 4.0 is a perfect number

Best ski-related post: Heaven and snow

Most alcoholic: 20-somethings are The New Vintage

Most obnoxious: One day without a phone

Best post written for women: Ladies, eat your hearts out

Most commented: The price of blindness and Demin wars (18 comments each)

Best headline: @Castlemonkey's small package

Most drastic haircut: A new look for Valentine's Day

Grossest post: I can't stand the drain

Best pre-home purchase post: Paint by number, I wish

Best Wal-Mart-related post: The air mattress queen

Best post about aging: Hairline discrimination

Best flashback post: Swine flu is the other white death, or How Wesley Narrowly Escaped Mexican Jail

Best Photoshop job: Exercise the demon: Matt plays pundit

Best new blog: Pour Wine Review

Best Video: (We Run) Deep Canyon Tennis Club

Best unoriginal soundtrack in an original video: Fabrizio's first bath

Best voiceover in an original video: Paolo in Fabrizio the Gato

Best performance in an original video: Paolo and Amanda in Song and Sweat

Best actor in an original video: Sergio in Wax on, hair off

Best Foto Friday: Kicks, tattoos and chest hair

The New Year’s Eve plan

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We’re headed up to Crystal Mountain again for the big party. Scott was kind enough to email us an itinerary, which I have pasted below verbatim. Is it any wonder why I had to proofread his MBA papers? a little itenerary: this week:, scott waxes and tunes paolo, court and his own skis.... Thurs: 4-6pm Paolo and amanda bring over a coordinated dinner to our house thursday afternoon around 430ish and while everyone prepares dinner, scott adjusts Amandas new skis to her boots.... then we eat Thurs:6-7:30pm We drive up to crystal Thurs:7:30-9pm we prefunk at the room and at the elk... mabye, might be crazy busy Thurs:9-10 we watch the fireworks! Thurs:10-10:30 we drive to the alphins cabin Thurs:10:30-1am We party! friday: we ski!!!!!!!!!!!

I joined a gym (or how I learned Zumba)

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Amanda’s phone rang Saturday morning. We didn’t recognize the phone number, so I picked it up. “Is Amanda there? This is Amontae at LA Fitness.”

I put the phone on mute.

“Amanda! Your boyfriend is on the phone!”

Amanda grabbed the phone and heard out Amontae’s sales pitch. Apparently Dad had joined the gym earlier in the day and listed us as his VIPs (aka sales referrals) who could use the gym for free for two weeks. Amontae had called to notify us and invite us to tour the gym.

We had already been talking about joining a gym for the last month anyway and for a few reasons:

1. It’s December, and EVERYONE talks about joining a gym in December. You can’t help but feel pale and bloated after a lack of sun and an overdose of food.

2. We have a wedding in FOUR AND A HALF MONTHS, and of course we want to look good. Really good. 3. I bought a used Bowflex on Craigslist and it’s really limited. It’s going back up for sale on Craigslist.

Lucky for Amontae, we took him up on his offer and went to meet him just a few hours later.

LA Fitness on 6th and Pearl in Tacoma is massive, at least compared to the Ballard gym I was at before. That felt like a toddler gym compared to this fitness mecca. It has a pool, jacuzzi, racquetball and basketball courts and more weight machines than I would ever have time to learn. Amontae got us in at a fair price (Read: Not January pricing), so we went all in and signed up for two gym memberships.

Amanda was particularly excited about the range of classes. I don’t know what it is about fitness classes, but women just love them. I would like to take a class about the psychology of why women love fitness classes.

Zumba is apparently all the rage right now, like strip aerobics before it. There always has to be an “IT” fitness class, right? Well, Zumba is it at the moment. The problem is that I had no idea what Zumba really was. This ignorance sacrificed my Sunday morning, when I agreed to take the hour-long class with Amanda.

I knew I was in trouble when I was the ONLY dude in the class. I usually enjoy being outnumbered 12:1, but this was a rare exception.

Zumba, I learned, was simple salsa dancing. The dance teacher was a Peruvian woman in her 40s who looked JUST like Moos’ mom, Alice. I really felt like the whole class was an invasion of privacy because all I did for an hour was watch Alice dance in front of a mirror and try to copy her. Creepy.

Lucky for me, I have great rhythm. Every girl I’ve danced with since St. Vincent’s junior high dances knows this. Of course, I was positioned in the dead center of the room. I was unwillingly the nucleus of this class, and no matter which way we turned everyone had a view of my cha-cha. I felt bad for the women behind me who had to endure my rump shaking for so long without enjoying a pinch. I’m sure I gave them a reason to sweat.

The workout itself was low-impact and low-strain. Personally, I’d be more interested in a boxing circuit or spin class, but I’m glad I can say I took a Zumba class for the next time I have to make conversation at a baby shower or find myself trapped in an elevator with an Oprah book club.

The things we do to stay in shape. Oy.