Whoever says money can’t buy happiness needs to order an inflatable swimming pool and 500 multi-colored ball pit balls and then get back to me.
Nothing about this is practical. We have a fucking ball pit on our patio. But you know what? Practicality is overrated. You know what else? I think you should go out and do one ridiculous thing this week that gives you the kind of ecstasy-inducing heart boner that my ball pit gives me.
Dye your hair. Eat dessert for breakfast. Paint your ceiling blue. Take totally risqué photos of yourself for absolutely no reason. Buy ten pairs of hot pink underwear. Just do something, anything, that makes you feel exhilarated.
What the hell is the point of life if we’re not routinely making people question our sanity while we swim around in ball pits?
Big high fives to Jeremy, Norcross, and Lauren for coming over and blowing the pool up. Big high fives to James Bond for covertly filming this video clip and for smacking my ass in the middle of it. Big high fives to Jamie for putting up with me even though I secretly ordered 500 balls to our apartment and then pouted like a child when she wouldn’t agree to sell the couch so we could put the ball pit in its place. Big high fives to The Bloggess and her red dress for inspiring this post. And biggest ever high fives to anyone who chooses wild and irrational happiness over all of the other options.
(Also, yes, I know we need more balls. We’re getting more balls. Never enough balls. That’s what she said! That’s what I said! These jokes are too easy! BALLS!)
Posted in: big giant life list, day to day shenanigans, james bond, san francisco, the nicole & jamie show, wtf?!
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I paid for a manicure this weekend even though I’m barely making rent, and I hiked in the wilderness while wearing impractical shoes. Both of those things were pretty exhilarating. The ball pit looks awesome! And you don’t have to worry about catching little kid booger cooties!
I read this at the exact right (wrong) moment. Responsibility is overrated, riiiighhht?
I can’t believe that was 500 balls, it looked like 50. I’m guessing there must be at least 50,000 balls in the chucky cheese jolly-jumper-things we have here in So cal.
Anyway, you looked like you were having an exhilarating time swimming around in there and thats all that matters.
Speaking of doing things different, I’m thinking of throwing out everything I own except for 10 carefully chosen items. Just the thought of it, makes me smile.
~Mike
do ittttttttt ^
I too thought 500 balls would look much bigger…hmm there’s a dirty joke in there somewhere…but it doesn’t matter….my heart just wept with what can only be described as pure joy when I saw you doing the breast stroke! I heart this post and I heart you Nicole!
Woot! I did my crazy thing a few weeks ago. Launching my new recipe blog just because I love to cook and secretly want to be a half-crazy, way cooler Martha Stewart. Have fun with your balls!
NEEDS MORE BALLS!
When I saw ‘ball pit’ I totally thought this post was going a completely different direction.
Sad panda.
Love! I particularly love, “wouldn’t agree to sell the couch so we could put the ball pit in its place.”
A few friends and I got in trouble for playing in a McDonalds ball pit in San Diego late one evening. The cop who made us get out was friendly about it, and when I said, “It’s really fun. You should try it!” and he got a very wistful look on his face. He still made us get out, though.
And now that I have a kid, I think about how disgusting those balls probably were. Good call on ordering your own.
You’re living my dream life. Seriously.
I agree with the others who thought that 500 balls would look like….more balls. Which only means one thing: you need to buy (at least) 500 more. FILL UP THAT POOL, SISTER.
YES! Everything about this makes me silly happy.
LOVE THIS.
AND YOU!
I need this I need this I need this. I need help, though, turning off my irrational brain that says NO, don’t go buy panties or something new and sparkly, you NEED to save that money to be responsible and successful!! I’m struggling with this Embrace Life over PLANS soooo much lately. I’m going to find something though! I WILL!!!!
Awesome, needs more balls though.
That is awesome. I especially love the “I’M SO HAPPY!!!” at the end while clutching the balls to your chest… (ummm…..that’s what she said?) Definitely need to order a couple more boxes though…. FUN!
no one is ever going to leave your house now.
BALLS FOREVER!
Amazing. I also love the “I’m so happy” at the end and the way you giggled like a little girl the entire time.
I’m now planning my thing that makes me happy
And for those that may be wondering, yes there is a FourSquare location. Here it is http://foursquare.com/venue/8022307
This was exactly what I needed to stop and see during my last frantic day of packing for Burning Man. Thanks!
I was just wondering when the balls would arrive and about the blog post that would surely follow. Yay!
I do this with my pillows all the time. Just turn the center of the living room into a pillow pit. Sometimes I build a fort first, then collapse it into a pillow pit.
I considered growing up but I got bored.
Awesome! This looks & sounds like so much fun =) Reminds me of the scene from the Big Bang Theory (Bazinga!) that involves ball pits, so if you haven’t seen it or don’t know what I’m talking about, please look it up. It’s pretty funny! Not as funny as you though
I wanna play in your ball pit…
I hope that came across as creepy as I was hoping it would.
xoxo
i’m coming back to san fran just to play in the ball pit with you. seriously this is too ridiculous and too awesome and i love it.
This made me miss you insane amounts. I’m coming to play with your balls soon.
The best thing about that ball pit?
No baby pee. Or child barf.
“And biggest ever high fives to anyone who chooses wild and irrational happiness over all of the other options.”
LOVE this.
and yes, BALLS.
This is all-around awesome.
Everytime I see one of those pools and see kids swimming like you, I feel jealous, *very*, and feel sad because I grew up and there are no pools like that for me. And now I see this.
Guess how I feel?
Yes, *very* jealous.
I was just reading your life list and it’s oh so funny.
I think you can check no. 124 now.
And “Be able to complete five pull-ups in a row”? Come on, Nicole, woman up.
That is so awesome!
Question: who’s the mayor of your balls on Foursquare?
Also, I need to come to SF immediately and ball pit it UP.
Inflatable swimming pools are totally going on sale now too! Where exactly does one order 500 ball pit balls by the way??
Dude I want to go back out there and play in that ball pit. Yes, I want to play with your balls. Tell James Bond I said HI!
I fucking love you. And where does one buy 500 balls for a ball pit from??
HERE!
I am totally and completely in love with you . . . I want to be just like you when I grow up!!
Dude. I’m coming over.
Also, I’m about to sign for an apartment that I can’t quite afford because I don’t have a job. And I’m moving all my shit and my life down to Atlanta even though I don’t have a job. And I go out drinking and consuming margaritas because I don’t have a job. So basically my life is just one giant, irresponsible expense. Good times.
Um, I like this. A lot. I usually don’t watch anything video because I have the attention span of a coked out Robin Williams. This video, however? Well worth the watch. Could you be happier? It made me happy. Even happier when my husband asked me what I was watching and I could respond with “Just one of my blogger friends playing in her ball pit”. Then I laughed. He had no reply.
Awesome.
Ok, so I have just been reading / chronically ingesting your “about the girl section” and just simply WOW. That is all I have to say….will be following the blog though.
Just like one of the best xkcd strips ever! http://xkcd.com/150/
Love it. Absolutely. Rationality is totally overrated anyway.
This is seriously amazing. Or amaze-balls. Ha. I’m lame.
Hell. Yes.
Hell. Yes. YOU.
Went missing for so long, no one’s writing anymore. Good to know you’re still around. Am back, a different blog (formerly Eclectic Closet), self same tone. Missed you guys.
And the ball pit, genius.
so its not strictly as awesome as a ball pit, but the “thing” i am doing is dropping one of my three majors, relinquishing my original plan of becoming an English and history teacher, opting instead for international excitement but uncertainty.
love the ball pit idea, sneakily plotting things along the same line of ridiculousness for when my best friend gets home from visiting her mum!
Can I come over?
I will bring balls?
I’d love to swim in your balls!
I just asked and my roommate said we could totally sell the couch and put in a ball pit but she hates the couch and pretty much only sits on the papasan maybe you should get your roommate a papasan then she’ll let you do whatever you want with the couch. Also, papasan apparently means pimp in like korea or something. Maybe Thailand. I can’t be expected to remember the details.
Yes I am a random stranger on the internet but you’re hilarious so I think you just need to deal with it.
That does make me wanna go do something crazy. Maybe I will drive to work without my seatbelt tomorrow. Just kidding. I will seriously be trying to think of something that will make me as deliriously happy as you are in that video. Well done!
I LOVE that this is the first post I find on your blog! Love it, definitely coming back.
you guys amazingly, wonderfully dysfuctional.
also, DYSFUNCTIONAL.
Also, I forgot to comment on this when you first mentioned the ball pit, but this has always seemed like a good idea to me, or at least since the first time I saw this:
oh, jokes. It won’t let me.
it’s a cartoon:
http://xkcd.com/150/
i don’t know you. and i’ve never been to your website before. but i can assure you, that after reading this, you’ve acquired a new reader. possibly a new stalker (i’m *mostly* joking). DEFINITELY a new fan. this post made my *day*. you’ve inspired me to do something weird. which… is kind of almost done because i’m taking my first welding class this evening, something for which i don’t really have an explanation. ANYWAY, you fucking rock.
I think the best way anyone described this ball pit was, “ghetto.”
BUT WE WUV IT JUST THE SAME WITTLE GHETTO PIT.
I fink you meant “DAH SAME.” WE WUV IT JUST DAH SAME WITTLE GHETTO PIT!
Bahahaha…that is amazing.
That is awesome! Kudos to you for embracing the impractical within. Screw people with positive bank balances – you have a ball pit.
OMG, I love this idea. Are there more balls now? I want to see. Isn’t it funny that there’s some sort of childhood primal urge to want to dive into a pit of plastic balls? I think we can blame Chuck-E-Cheese.
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