This weekend, with the help of my awesome neighbour L, I will be laying new flooring in my basement. The old carpet has been ripped out (go me) and being replaced. The joys of home ownership.

Somewhere in the hours of the weekend I need to go to a football game with L and write a paper. I think my weekend may need another weekend just to get everything done.

After the crappy week I finally have something to be excited about. I used my phone credit to upgrade to an iPhone 4 (now that the store finally had some in stock). Nothing better than free new tech. Also awesome? Moving my data over was a breeze.

Even more amazing is the fact that hubs is actually interested in perhaps using my old iPhone when he returns. Yes. You read that right. The guy who loathes phones and prefers to ignore them may actually want a fun smart phone.

Will wonders never cease?

Once upon a time a former boss (and wonderful person) once told me that she was glad she always knew my hubby was out of town when I frequently had “accidents”. Otherwise she’d be convinced I was a battered wife. After all, who really does fall down stairs and hit a door nob with their face? Or walk into walls? Or telephone poles? Of course, it probably also helped that she watched me do that (walk into a pole) once.

What can I say? I’m a clutz and occasionally get distracted while walking. I should pay more attention to what I’m doing. One foot in front of the other.

Yesterday I fell down the stairs. *Whump bump* on my ass all the way down. I can’t blame the dogs for tripping me as they were all safely outside. I do blame the vacuum cleaner. I stepped over the cord. Well, on the cord. And boom! Down I went. Bouncing step to step on my ass until I was at the bottom of the stairs and unceremoniously dumped in the basement.

Today I landed on my face. I was making tea and turned to head to the bathroom. Next thing I know my shirt is covered in water from the dogs’ bowl and I’m sporting a giant goose egg on my forehead and a bruised cheek.

Just what I needed. More bruises to match the ones on my ass.

I’d like to take this time to note that the dogs didn’t seem to care that I’ve fallen down (twice). So much for being loving, caring, companions concerned with their owner’s well-being. As long as they get their dinner on time, they care not at all.

The clutz curse appears to be back with a vengeance. Here’s hoping it runs it’s couse sooner rather than later…

Absolute disaster happened at the house on Thursday. Something much worse than the dental appointment I’d had scheduled earlier in the day.

I came home to a sewer backup in our basement shower stall. Ugh!

After the plumber augered out the tree roots in the lines, we’re back to normal. If you can consider a basement that reeks of bleach normal.

I tore up the carpet in the hall closet and have been busy washing Drew’s kit that was stored there. L is going to help me tear up the hall carpet (it’s superglued down it seems) and then we’re replacing it with laminate flooring.

Drew and I will tackle reflooring the office when he gets home in Nov. It’s too big of a job to do at the moment. I can’t tear apart the office for days with school in mid stream. So, super bleach stink is the new “in” smell chez moi.

Ugh!

Post clean-up required a good stress relief. I spent yesterday evening score keeping at the E-ville roller derby game and had a blast. I’m not likely to ever be able to play due to my millions of injuries, but I can volunteer and participate as an NSO. Hope to be able to do so all season.

Now, back to cleaning & homework. I’m probably overcleaning at this point but I find I can’t help myself at the moment.

Tomorrow I take the truck in to get nee shocks & struts. It doesn’t rain but it pours when hubs away.

So, how was your week?

When I started this journey in January, I had a BMI of 37.37 and was obese. After a lot of work learning how to eat proper portion sizes, enough calories, and getting off my butt to move more, I’ve finally reached a BMI of 24.9. My end goal is a BMI between 21-22 and I still have 20 lbs to go to reach that. Today I wanted to celebrate though. For the first time in 14 years, I’m “normal”.

Thank the gawds for Calorie Counting. I don’t think I ever would have reached this milestone without it.