It is easy to look in the mirror and see only room for improvement, so it’s nice when even a gross driver’s license photo can remind me that I’ve actually made quite a bit of progress.

Before and after...

Before and after...

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He’s huge.  (Click to enlarge!)  Look at how he dwarfs the lightpost.  And he seems an unlikely purveyor of guns.  Where is his?  In his cane?  But apparently he’s just a tradesman.  Wanna buy a gun, a knife, a computer, an antique, a sports card – visit this guy in Mt. Clemens, MI.  You…can’t…miss…him.

Alongside the 40th anniversay party were two events that are not likely to be repeated in the near future.

John, Melanie, Jim and Stacey in our BBFR tees.

The first was the Bare Buns Fun Run 5k.  “Be Brave, Be Tough, Beat the Mountain in the Buff!”  Yes, it was a clothing optional run at the Fraternity Snoqualmie nudist camp.  Yes, I can see the question forming in your mind.  I did not run naked (fear of pain) but in a bra and skirt (because I thought I would feel dumb in a bra and no bottoms).  Melanie and John also did not run naked.  We were conspicuously clothed.  Jim, however, did run naked.  As he put it, “I was going to be uncomfortable whether I had clothes on or not, so I took them off.”  No, alas, there are no photos, save this one, of us in our souvenir tees.

Honestly, for me, it wasn’t all the nudity that made the experience unusual, it was having to run straight up a mountain.  An impossible task for me, I might add, but DOWN was fantastic!  Who knew I could run so fast?

Bikini bottoms at the Flamingo poolside bar

Bikini bottoms at the Flamingo poolside bar

After that, there was a wee trip to Vegas.  I decided to be brave and wear a bikini.  My first.  It was a wrong-headed decision, and no, there are certainly no photos.

However, because I know y’all like a good bikini as much as the next person.  Here you go.

My favorite stop in Vegas?  The bar at

One (of three) vodka tasting flights at the bar at Red Square.

One (of three) vodka tasting flights at the bar at Red Square.

– a fabulously kitchy Soviet-era themed, very red establishment with a bar made of ice that specializes in imported vodkas.  Need I say more?  John, Michael and I were very, very happy with the twelve samples we consumed.

I threw a surprise 40th wedding anniversary party for my folks in July (with the help of some sneaky companions) and it was an unqualified success.  They were surprised to see me, surprised to have a party, surprised at all the guests, and generally delighted.  The weather was perfect, the Moore’s house lovely, the Linds’ garden redolent, the food delish, the liquor flowing, and there was even a campfire.  Who could ask for anything more?  Click on any picture to enlarge.

Pam (Maid of Honor) was the first to arrive!

Pam (Maid of Honor) was the first to arrive!

Mike and Mike enjoying the surprise.

Mike and Mike enjoying the surprise.

Bill, whose house we borrowed for the evening.

Bill, whose house we borrowed for the evening.

The happy family.

The happy family.

Matt.  Hes treelike.

Matt. He's treelike.

Steve and Ruth Anne came from California back to the old hood.

Steve and Ruth Anne came from California back to the old 'hood.

Do they look analytical?  Theyre scientists.

Do they look analytical? They're scientists.

Joan, Judy and Mary with a diverse array of cocktails.

Joan, Judy and Mary with a diverse array of cocktails.

The Stewarts looking Hawaiian and loving it.

The Stewarts looking Hawaiian and loving it.

Bob and Betty at their post by the fire.

Bob and Betty at their post by the fire.

40 red lanterns for 40 years.

40 red lanterns for 40 years.

Dick begins his guest book masterpiece.

Dick begins his guest book masterpiece.

The neighbor girls are used to staying up late.

The neighbor girls are used to staying up late.

Purty.

Purty.

Percy being hilarious?

Percy being hilarious?

Jim with cosmo.  Happy Jim.

Jim with cosmo. Happy Jim.

Mikes and Sharons lovely yard.  The new studio, of which there were copious tours, is in the background.

Mike's and Sharon's lovely yard. The new studio, of which there were copious tours, is in the background.

Dont be fooled.  Tara was well fed that night.

Don't be fooled. Tara was well fed that night.

Someone very clever brought the marshmallows.  Wasnt me.

Someone very clever brought the marshmallows. Wasn't me.

Somebody has to clean up.

Somebody has to clean up.

Good night and thanks for coming!

Good night and thanks for coming!

The oh-so-neglected blog is given new life today with photos of our new place in lovely Grosse Pointe Farms, a mansion-filled, astonishingly-friendly suburb of Detroit!  Click on any picture to enlarge.  Enjoy!

Its our big blue house on our tree-lined street.  It begs for a porch swing.

It's our big blue house on our tree-lined street. It begs for a porch swing.

Inside, weve even managed to hang the pictures.  Not bad for less than a week, eh?

Inside, we've even managed to hang the pictures. Not bad for less than a week, eh?

Wont you join us for a beverage in our charming dining room?

Won't you join us for a beverage in our charming dining room?

Jim is making tea!

Jim is making tea!

And, yes, I managed to score a new bakers rack at Lowes, for those of you who care about such things.

And, yes, I managed to score a new baker's rack at Lowe's, for those of you who care about such things.

As we head upstairs, youll be watched over by friends from Chicago.

As we head upstairs, you'll be watched over by friends from Chicago.

This is our lovely roomy master bedroom.  Its around the corner from your slightly cramped, yet cozy, guest bedroom.

This is our lovely roomy master bedroom. It's around the corner from your slightly cramped, yet cozy, guest bedroom.

Staceys wee yoga corner.

Stacey's wee yoga corner.

Thanks for visiting!

Thanks for visiting!

Stacey with 50 pounds of hamSo, yes, I’ve lost 50 pounds this year! When I hit that milestone, I decided it was time for some drastic measures. I drafted Stephen to come to Costco with me and take pictures of me with foodstuffs that weigh that much. Just for comparison. This is me holding 50lbs of ham. Barely. It’s a good thing I didn’t have to carry my extra weight all in my arms!Click on any picture to enlarge.
Stacey with 50 pounds of chocolate How many cookies could you make with 50 pounds of chocolate chips? And could you carry them?
Stacey with 50 pounds of sugarBig chief indeed. Is this what it’s like to have twins? 50 pounds of sugar, yessiree.
Stacey with 50 pounds of salmonYes, this is me with 140 cans of salmon. Delish. Unable to hold them in my arms, we opted for the leaning tower of pisa approach. If I look possessed, it’s because I’m concentrating on keeping them all from toppling over. Then I’d have had to buy them.
Stacey with 50 pounds of frosted mini wheatsFifty pounds of Frosted Mini Wheats! Only at Costco. It sort of looks like someone else was pullling the same stunt earlier and didn’t clean up as tidily as we did!