bun-less but stealth

I realized that the reason I've been slacking off on the blogging lately is that my photo friend John is STILL LIVING IN MY HOUSE. It isn't that I couldn't blog, it's just that I feel like I have NO PRIVACY. The worst thing is how I like to slip into my jammies the second I realize I am in for the night, but now it's 10PM and I am still fully dressed, underwire bra and everything. It's a drag. The good news though is that John's visa is running out and he booked his flight back to where he came from, so I will be house guest-less starting on my birthday! (Next Thursday) Hooray.

I let the realtor talk me into refinishing the floors in the den and kitchen. Holy mother of pain in the ass. I regret it. We have a lot of crap to get out of the way. The realtor says that people want to move into absolute move in condition -do no work houses. I'm all puzzled because .... seriously? I want a fixer upper so I pick out my own stuff. I like to choose my own stuff. Like a gas stove and a big ass fridge. The husband wants to do no work but I SWEAR I will do ALL OF THE CHOOSING without him. Cross my heart.

Yesterday was our 20th anniversary. No comment.

Anyone want to go jewelry shopping with me? I figured that when I told him not to get me an iphone (I'm waiting til June) because I'd rather spend the 700 dollars on something like a bracelet he'd get that hint. It's okay. He's a man. I'm all about picking out my own stuff. I just have to make the time to do it. But I'd totally have the time to pick out a kitchen sink, or a toilet, or floor tiles. Just saying. You know. In case. I love home depot. Have I mentioned my love of all things home depot? I gutted and refinished a half bathroom once. Then the husband had the contractor redo it 2 years later. No comment for real this time.

It was 64 glorious degrees out today. A bit weird to soak up the rays and see the foot of snow still blanketing the backyard, but still THANK YOU MOTHER NATURE. Now can we discuss snow's lackadaisical melting speed? I'm still waiting for the snow to melt so I can find my boots and beat bear bait with them. Not really. I might wave them in her face and scream a little though. Dog's do have memory. Truthfully. I scared my old perfect dog away from chewing shoes with one brief hysterical shoe waving episode when he was a wee puppy and he never touched another shoe again. He was kind of perfect. Have I ever mentioned that?

I am loving loving loving the workouts with the new weight loss contest trainer. She has great buns, so I'm gonna risk being charged with harassment here, and name her buns. The other day buns was demonstrating a glute move and I could barely focus on what she was saying because I was mesmerized by her perfect amazing buns and I asked how many reps I'd have to do before I had buns like her and then the other 5 old ladies in my group joined in on the jealousy fueled harassment and to make our old selves feel better we decided buns was only 15, but then she informed us that her 23rd birthday was right around the corner. She never did tell me exactly how many reps I'd need to do before I had nearly 23 year old buns, except for not my own 23 year old buns, I want buns's buns. Oh well. I could always rock out with some padded underwear. I got a catalog the other day that no less than 4 different kinds of bun supplementing panties in it. As if I'd ever! hahahahaha.

Some good news from the posh club is that I am ready to go for it on the stair mill on level 9. I'd been doing level 7, which suddenly got too easy, so today I stepped up to level 8 but by the end I was barely sweating, so next time, it's hello level 9. I'm pretty astonished that I am getting faster. Speed is so foreign to me that I never thought I cold attain it. Ever.

If I had to guess if I was more likely to wear butt padding underwear or be speedy on a stair climber, before today I would have guessed the underwear, because at least it would give me something funny to blog about. Now, I'm thinking speedy. Bun-less but stealth, that is what I shall be.