hoefer on homes

we're renovating our bathroom. when i say we, i really do mean it.

gerry's been in charge of most of the stuff, but i've picked out and purchased all of the stuff, including a new toilet and backsplash thingy for the shower. i've also helped out with the painting - which i haven't done since yvonne and i got kicked off of it at my apartment in kits. apparently our skills weren't up to scratch. whatevs.

the bathtub guy is coming on tuesday morning (as long as the power being turned off from 10-11 doesn't make him reschedule). until then, i'll be showering at rachel's, as i did tonight, after the father day feast.

at least the toilet's back together now. and really, worse case scenerio, i could shower at work.

and so it continues (2)

i forgot, i also got a t-shirt for free

and so it continues

today i bought:
a shower backsplash
new taps
a toilet
paint
primer
glue
some cement product for the backsplash

for free, i got:
three free eyelashes

today i ..

got a massage
got my hair did
got a trial run of make-up done
helped gerry bottle beer
became a twit
ate one bagel, one boca burger, a smoothie, cheese and crackers. yup, i'm hungry.

run like the wind

for some crazy reason, i woke up one day and told gerry we should go for a run. for some other crazy reason, he took me seriously, and made me go.

we were on a pretty good roll there, for a while. i say 'we' not because gerry's learning to run or anything like that, but because i would not be running if gerry didn't 'make' me. by 'make' i do mostly mean that. :o)

i did get sick, so the running stopped for a bit, but i think i'm going to get back on it. mostly because alma, aka the devil, is going on vacation for like 3 weeks so then i won't be doing weights and stuff as much. instead, i am going to take the opportunity to really focus on running. i do hate it, but i guess i might as well do it. and it's not like my ass is getting any smaller on its own. unfortunately. it's somewhat depressing to know that i can just fit back into a skirt that was too big for me when i left for ireland. well, at least it's not too small anymore.

a catholic education

some time ago, gerry and i were laying in bed, and as usual, i was feeling around my body for abnormalities. i have a lot of things wrong with me, so i usually find something of interest.

this time it was below the left side of my rib cage. obviously i made gerry feel my yet unidentified 'issue'. he decided it was my extra rib. i seriously laughed at him. now, i'm no expert in biology, but i'm pretty sure i had the highest mark in my bi 11 class, so i felt confident enough to laugh again. he defended himself by saying that women have an extra rib on one side, and then decided that maybe it was the other way around.

here is a synopsis of the rest:

i 'kindly' explained to him that that was a bible story and a lie.
he said it's what they were taught at school.
i laughed again.
he googled it.
i remain victorious.

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