...Anne Hathaway's nipples!
And Fruit Fly. Shoot me an email, yo.
Speaking of nipples, my were apparently jealous, because they spent all of yesterday's workout trying to get attention of their own. It wasn't particularly cold. Apparently I need a thicker sports bra.
Yeah, I'm not going to post a picture of my nipples on my blog today.
In other news, my husband and I pulled up the carpet to refinish our hardwood floors.
Sadly, the living room (unseen, the above is the dining room) has massive stains all over that don't sand out, so we're going to cover the existing floor with new wood floor. This means I can't shake a glass of wine under company's nose and wax on about "the original hardwood floors riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight." *sigh*
It did mean we had to clear everything out of our living room. This is about 2/3rds of the books we own (the rest we keep in our bedroom):
I should have rearranged it so only my philosophy books and Raymond Carver collections were vision. I'm so well read. Blah blah blah.
I'm not, really. I will re-read the same fun books (Sue Grafton, Stephen King, Jasper Fforde) more times than I care to admit, while my stack of "to read" get taller and taller, mostly because most of it is non-fiction, which I want to love. I want to love it so bad. And sometimes I love it ( A.J. Jacobs, swoon, Wittgenstein is my homeboy), but...
I've always been a re-reader. I read Catcher In The Rye in high school, one reading after the other, until I loathed the main character so much I never wanted to hear about him again. Thankfully, most of the time, re-reading a book is more like coming home for Christmas. Everything is familiar. I know I can just kick my feet up. I read so many murder mystery novels that if I give myself six months to rest between readings I can usually forget "whodunit." That might speak more to my faulty memory than my reading habits, actually. Hmmm......
While we're redoing the floors we're sleeping at Sky's house. Last night Sky's dog gave me a one dog performance of Ass Licking, Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close. Good times.
Yesterday's workout was solid.
x3
10 deadlifts @ 115lbs (heaviest weight we can put on the bar until we buy more plates)
x3
10 clean and presses @ 65lbs
21 DL (all @ 95lbs)
0.25 mile run
15 DL
0.25 mile run
9 DL
0.25 mile run
x3
12 tricep pulldowns
12 bicep curls (two 15lb dumbbells)
I think that was it. Solid weight workout. But, I need to find more bumper plates so we can build up my deadlift, because maxing out at 115lb is weak, man.
And Fruit Fly. Shoot me an email, yo.
Speaking of nipples, my were apparently jealous, because they spent all of yesterday's workout trying to get attention of their own. It wasn't particularly cold. Apparently I need a thicker sports bra.
Yeah, I'm not going to post a picture of my nipples on my blog today.
In other news, my husband and I pulled up the carpet to refinish our hardwood floors.
Sadly, the living room (unseen, the above is the dining room) has massive stains all over that don't sand out, so we're going to cover the existing floor with new wood floor. This means I can't shake a glass of wine under company's nose and wax on about "the original hardwood floors riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight." *sigh*
It did mean we had to clear everything out of our living room. This is about 2/3rds of the books we own (the rest we keep in our bedroom):
I should have rearranged it so only my philosophy books and Raymond Carver collections were vision. I'm so well read. Blah blah blah.
I'm not, really. I will re-read the same fun books (Sue Grafton, Stephen King, Jasper Fforde) more times than I care to admit, while my stack of "to read" get taller and taller, mostly because most of it is non-fiction, which I want to love. I want to love it so bad. And sometimes I love it ( A.J. Jacobs, swoon, Wittgenstein is my homeboy), but...
I've always been a re-reader. I read Catcher In The Rye in high school, one reading after the other, until I loathed the main character so much I never wanted to hear about him again. Thankfully, most of the time, re-reading a book is more like coming home for Christmas. Everything is familiar. I know I can just kick my feet up. I read so many murder mystery novels that if I give myself six months to rest between readings I can usually forget "whodunit." That might speak more to my faulty memory than my reading habits, actually. Hmmm......
While we're redoing the floors we're sleeping at Sky's house. Last night Sky's dog gave me a one dog performance of Ass Licking, Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close. Good times.
Yesterday's workout was solid.
x3
10 deadlifts @ 115lbs (heaviest weight we can put on the bar until we buy more plates)
x3
10 clean and presses @ 65lbs
21 DL (all @ 95lbs)
0.25 mile run
15 DL
0.25 mile run
9 DL
0.25 mile run
x3
12 tricep pulldowns
12 bicep curls (two 15lb dumbbells)
I think that was it. Solid weight workout. But, I need to find more bumper plates so we can build up my deadlift, because maxing out at 115lb is weak, man.
Yay FF!
ReplyDeleteI do the same thing - I re-read my favorite books, and have a shitty memory, so it's conveniently cheap.
I love love love non-fiction. I'm super particular about the fiction I read, but almost any non-fiction works for me.
The floor in the dining room is beautiful.
If you put floor on top of floor, you're losing room height. The good part is you'll feel taller?
ReplyDeleteAlso, nipples!
I am new to your blog, but I have to say that my wife is a reader also. She has 4-5 books going all at one time and it drives me crazy seeing her stacks of books everywhere!
ReplyDeleteI'm the same way - there are a million non-fiction books out there that seem really interesting and that I just HAVE to have, until I start reading them and realize, for the millionth time, that I hate non-fiction.
ReplyDeleteCheck out those hardwood floors! I think you'll love it much more than carpet! What a freakin' project tho!
ReplyDeleteI love books too. They're strung all over my house. I'm reading 2 at once right now. Or at least trying . :)
A.J. Jacobs! Love him! At least his two books I've read.
ReplyDeleteI used to read constantly. Now my reading has decreased as my training has gradually taken over my waking energy. Can't stay up til 2 reading when you're falling asleep by 10.
lol, this made me laugh. I Love to read, but need to make more time to do so!
ReplyDeleteMy whole family is made up of book whores. And then there's me... I don't know what happened. Maybe I should get a Kindle or something. I think my biggest problem with reading is the book clutter. If I ever do buy a book, as soon as I finish it, it's on eBay or in the next yard sale.
ReplyDeleteaw come on. Pictures of your nipples can certainly be the best part of a blog! Everybody wants them.
ReplyDeleteI only read non-fiction. AJ Jacobs is one of my favorite authors. Mostly I read about nutrition and triathlon books, or books by pro triathletes/runners.
This Tumblr reminded me of you: http://dailyoddcompliment.tumblr.com
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