Of course I carried on with my carb weekend through Sunday. Keith and I had Der Weinerschnitzel for dinner last night, which I haven't done in a few months at least. So far today I've had two liters of water and I plan on drinking at least two more. I want to be totally sluiced clean by the time I go to bed.

Keith and I are having a housewarming in May so I've been a decorating fool. We went shopping for new bathroom fixtures and to look for tile for our bathroom and kitchen floors. We found pretty much what we want and then we went to Pier One so I could get a look at this mirror they had in their catalog that I really liked. I balked at the price of the mirror because it was a lot smaller than I thought, and immediately fell in love with a coffee and end table instead *smirk*. We put in an order for it, and plunked down the money. A couple of hours later we ended up at Cost Plus and as soon as I walked in the door, I spied another coffee/end table set that matched our foyer table and we bought that instead (cheaper by over $100!) and we returned the order at Pier One.

Hello? When did I turn into this yuppie, thing-buying person? Argh!

I'm so stoked about our place though. We plan on having the downstairs half-bath redone by the time the housewarming rolls around. New tile, new vanity, paint, mirror, light fixture and towelbar etc. Its got this horrendous 80's stuff in there right now. Since the thing is so tiny, we hope we don't end up spending a lot of $$. We are going to have someone else do the tile. One of my cousin-in-law's does tile for a living so we might call him and see whether or not he can do the work. I'd rather pay someone I know full price than someone who's work I don't know. Ben is really good at what he does!

I totally have some kind of ear, nose, throat thing going on in the left side of my head. Argh.

I need to get back to the gym. I'm starting to miss the exercise, but by the end of the day my lazy side kicks in with a vengeance and I super-couch-potato till I fall asleep late. Bleh.

There hasn't been a whole lot going on. Keith and I redid our upstairs bathroom a little. New fixtures, new towelbars and what not, new mirror on my side, new faucet on Keiths side, and pretty seafoam blue-green paint. I love it. I really wanted to get the downstairs bath done, but I read something about how much time we spend in the bathroom on a daily basis and figured I might as well pretty up where we pretty up! I wanted that spa feeling, and though its not exactly a modern spa look, but its spa-ish enough for me. The cabinets are this oak "veneer" type stuff, so I think I'll end up just painting them.

While painting the bedroom this weekend I got into a fight with a paint roller and ended up with a black eye *smirk*. I had finished the final coat and was cleaning up. I tried to pull the roller brush off of the roller holder and it popped off the handle side but wouldn't budge after that. I got pissy with it and yanked really hard. Welp, it popped loose immediately and I whacked myself in the head with the handle end of the roller. The plastic disc on that end cut my eyebrow and I hit myself hard enough for it to bruise along my eyelid. I cried like a little girl, mostly because I felt soooo stupid. The cut is pretty deep, but stayed shut on its own so no stitches. I'm going to have a scar on my eyebrow. I'll look like one of those rapper guys who shaves stripes into his eyebrows, whee.

So I'm still waffling around about my plastics. I'm definitely having it done, no doubt about that, just still pondering the implant option with my breast lift. I went to Fredericks and bought some silicone breast insert thingies. They look like chicken cutlets, I swear. When I took them up to the counter, already somewhat embarassed, the girl whips open the box to "make sure they are both there". Apparently they've been having issues with people stealing them off the shelves. *smirk*. So I take them, and my recently purchased way-the-hell-on-sale bras from Macy's and go home to try them on. They look pretty good in the non-underwire bra, and I wore them around for a day. In the underwire bra tho they kind of were a funny shape, like they are too low on my chest. I think its because I'm long in the torso. Uh, anyway. I have an idea of what it will all look and feel like later if I get implants to make me a C cup. The thing that really pisses me off tho is the discrepancy in sizes with different bra manufacturers. Like, in most brands, I'm a B right now. In Victorias Secret I'm a C. The size I want to go to is like a D for them. I wonder if they do that to make women feel better? Bizarre, and annoying. All I know is that I'm going to have to toss out my favorites that I've lovingly cared for for YEARS and start all over.

I was joking with Keith that I need to have a going-away party for Al and Fred. They will both be gone after the 18th!!!