House for Rent

I had posted before about friends who wanted to rent my house. We planned to have the big meeting last Sunday, where we hashed out all the little (and big) stuff like rent, utilities, leases etc. After a quick pep talk from Lori, I was ready to talk numbers (My sweet friend Lori knows I have an issue being firm when it comes to areas where I feel like I could be giving, meaning, I rent my house for less then I can afford, so that they'll be able to stay there).

Mel and Jamie arrived, we ate dinner, talked and laughed. And then we talked. It was very laid back and went well. We came to an agreement about almost everything. They're taking time to think and pray about it, which is great- I don't have a date that I'll be gone yet, so I'm in no rush for a decision. It's nice to know that there is the possibility of someone living in the house when I'm gone, even if it means I can't just move back in when I want to. Next on the "house" agenda- finish the bathroom... I cringe just thinking about it.

Monday I spent the evening at the Teeters. Lisa and I left to do a little "retail therapy." Nothing can make this girl smile like a trip to Gap and Banana Republic (unless you're talking New York and CO or Ulta when someone else pays). It was the perfect way to end a 4 day weekend (in which I didn't get hardly anything on my "to do" list accomplished). Thanks Lisa for the girl time, it was greatly needed and appreciated.

This Sunday I get to sign up for training again. I need it, my motivation has been totally lacking this week. I was running on the treadmill the other day, watching one of the trainers with a client. The trainer, Jeremiah, is the hardest trainer there (not to mention the hottest:-). The things he made this poor man do with bungee cords, a step and free weights were maniacal. I would have been in tears if it had been me. I could hear him over my iPod yelling at the man to "GO" and telling him to "go" "FASTER." Even though he wasn't yelling at me, I did "go faster." When they were done with their session, I saw the man limp back toward the locker rooms, and thought "I want Jeremiah to be my trainer." Unfortunately I don't get to pick who I get, but here's hoping!!!