Ferrets' Funky Floors

after living in an utter shambles for the past two weeks, the floors are finished!

let me just start by saying anyone who voluntarily has cream carpet in their house must be one green maraschino cherry short of a fruitcake. hubby had a quiet couple of weeks (work-wise) up his sleeve or at least he thought... being an opportunist, i had other plans.

the results are in and i am officially married to the ultimate handy man.

before...

work in progress...

ta daaaaaaaaaaaa!

wip...

the hoover...

more ta daaaaaaaaaaaa!

Pole Dancing

that's right. you heard it here first, i am officially a polestar. and since you all welcomed my newfound gym routine with such scepticism and uncertainty, i thought it best to prove my polestar-ishness with my official certificate.

i must admit, i have a new respect for pole dancers. once you get past the feeling that you're going to end up in a tangled mess on the floor, with one of your stiletto heels embedded in your leg and everyone standing around laughing at you, it is really good fun. it takes an inhuman amount of strength to climb one of those poles but these tiny blonde women with their toned little butts make it look so damn easy. it was not a pretty sight watching me attempt it; i managed to cling to the pole a couple of times before dropping like louie the fly. the twirly routines are more my style and much less embarrassing for me to say the least.

now i know what you are all saying, 'where are the photo's?'. it's never going to happen my friend... possibly photo's in running gear but that is about all i can muster at this point in my athletic life.