Ellen found us the perfect rental. It was 2,000 square feet with: a great kitchen, family and living rooms, a laundry room the size of my kitchen, a huge tub in the master, and an orchard outside. Oh, and Boronda Lake (photo below) was literally across the street. We were one of five families to apply for the house and unfortunately, we weren't chosen as the "lucky renters." The property management company said everyone qualified with stellar credit, but the landlord ultimately chose the family based on rapport. Very humbling!
I had envisioned Andrew practicing baseball with his sons on the grassy field next to the lake:
Another downer is that my favorite spin teacher has finished subbing for one of the regular teachers. He taught the first class I ever took and you can't beat his music selection. He had a way of making you feel like you were in a serene setting and the hills really were getting steeper. The teacher today was a kill joy. I would like to state that country music does not make for fun spin music. Jeesh. I felt like yelling, "What does it take to get a little Justin Bieber played around here?"
I don't think I have blogged about my total addiction to spin classes. I was so scared to try one and now I can't live without my three spin sessions each week. These machines call out to me every time I see them:
I was going to complain about something else, but I have forgotten what it was. I wish I had written this post yesterday so I could have called it Wednesday Whine and Wine. What a catchy phrase. I think I whine enough so setting a whole day aside for it just might drive my husband crazy.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
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