‘FitBit’ Articles at Sweetnicks

The weird. The odd. The creepy and icky. Let’s visit Ripley’s Believe It Or Not! in New York City…

It stands to reason that if we can possibly go to one of the Ripley’s Believe It Or Not places, we will.

Because I know it’s Nick jam.

Ripley’s. Weird facts. Guinness Book of World Records.

The kid is a walking treasure trove of that type of stuff.

So, of course, when I saw a Groupon for the Ripley’s in New York City, a location we haven’t yet been to, I had to get it.

I mean. Really.

I bought it a few months ago, and waited and waited and waited to use it.

Mostly because I hate the cold and the thought of traipsing around the city on a blustery Northeast wintery day did nothing for me.

So I waited until the weekend the Groupon expired, in the hopes that it would be warmer, and, of course, it poured buckets.

And I hate rain almost as much as I hate Winter.

Because flooded basement. Always. And my favorite sneakers have holes in them, so they, um, get a little squishy when it rains. And I would happily toss them in the trash, but I can’t find a solid replacement pair.

#pitypartyofone

But we persevered and set off to the city, planning to meet Sarah, her kids, and Joanne.

And no one knew anyone else was coming, and surprises were had by all.

I’m good like that. Madeline adores Joanne, so I knew that would be the biggest surprise of all.

Nick brought a friend with him as well.

Which means everywhere we went, in the THRONGS OF NEW YORK CITY PEOPLE, we counted.

One, two, three, four, five.

Which reminded me of when Kate Gosselin used to count her kids every time they went somewhere.

Although we had a couple less.

I was responsible for three.

And I wasn’t planning on losing any.

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Fitbit Flex … an easy way to track your movement, keep moving, and stay motivated!

I am admittedly not a technology person. My brain is taken over by the creative side, which runs quite rampant. Cooking, writing, crafting, photography … that’s my jam. So when my sister gave me a Fitbit Flex for Christmas, it admittedly sat in its case for a few weeks.

Because I had convinced myself that it would be hard to set up.

Usually how I think things are, are always worse than the reality.

And usually a friend, and even sometimes Nick, will come save me and myself from technology.

I have no problem playing the “I’m just a girl” card every now and then.

I also hate reading directions or manuals. I do things intuitively. Always. And then, of course, get frustrated if I can’t figure it out that way and am forced to read the manual.

Last month, I brought home a new, small tv. I barely had my coat off and keys set down, and Nick already had it out of the box, upstairs, and hooked up properly to the FiOS box.

He’s a keeper.

So the Fitbit? I actually set it up myself. I would give myself a giant pat on the back, but honestly, it took all of thirty seconds. Which means I should have done it the day I got it.

But I’ve been hooked ever since.

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Visit: Ripley’s Believe It Or Not! {Times Square, New York City}

Review: Fitbit Flex