It Was The Ice Cream And Pie

The blueberry pie and homemade ice cream are long gone, but the extra calories are still around in the form of extra padding in certain unmentionable spots.  Not to mention the Bar B Q ribs, corn, burgers, chips, hot dogs.   It was all delicious when we were pigging out on it, but now ugh!

The Murph and I are not going down without a fight.  We went to the gym and worked out twice today and The Murph only drank a smoothie all day.  No food until dinner and then only protein.  I had to eat more than that, but I did more cardio at the gym to burn it off.  And no adult beverages of any kind.

These guys are always hungry.  A couple of them could use some exercise and a little less pie.  You can see in Phantom's face that he wants food now, not pictures taken.   I can imagine he's saying, "Put that camera down now dammit and feed me!  I'm starving to death here!"

We finally set up a home gym of sorts in the bonus room upstairs.  My old tri bike is on the compu-trainer and we have the treadmill and there's an assortment of dumbbells.  Our goal is to use it for extra evening cardio sessions in addition to our regular morning workouts at the gym.  As always, no matter where in the house I start taking pictures, it seems I disturb one of the cats.  This time it was Ed.  All comfy on the settee.  Make no mistake, this is Ed and Boo's room.  We are just visiting.

Ed's getting a little nervous with this strange contraption set up near his napping spot.

Ed was glad when I finally left him alone to get back to his nap.  Naps are very important when you're a cat.  My cats are very good at napping all day while we are awake and then staying up making noises and playing all night while we are trying to get our naps.

Also, the Boy is doing so much better!  I called Dr. W and he is going to work us in sometime this week.  I can hardly believe the difference in him since he started on the new meds last week.

Happy Murph Day!

Tomorrow is the Murph, my fiance's birthday.  You may think this is obvious, but I know exactly how old he's going to be and what year he was born because we had a little disagreement on how old he told me he was when we first met compared to how old he really was.  He insists he told me his true age when we first met and that I just heard him wrong and then when his birthday rolled around and I was wishing him a happy ___ birthday when really it was a happy ____ birthday, he just didn't bother to correct me.

When he finally corrected me, I didn't believe him.  Not only did I not believe him, but he had to whip out his driver's license to prove to me how old he really is.  Then I was left shaking my head and wondering how could I have gotten it so dang wrong!  Seven years wrong!

 We still haven't agreed on exactly how that happened.  He insists he told me his true age, but I'm still a little suspicious.  I guess it doesn't matter at this point since we've been engaged for over a year and I've seen his driver's license now so I know how old he is.  Name and social security number (not really ss#- I just like the way Angelina Jolie says that in Mr. and Mrs. Smith and then Brad Pitt says "no, your not going to kill her.")

We are celebrating the Murph's birthday today.  He's always celebrated it on the 4th of July since he was a kid.  He didn't want a birthday cake and told me if I wanted birthday cake I could get one for me to eat, but he wasn't going to eat it.  I love cake, but this is his birthday, not mine.  The month of May was pig out on cake month because The Boy and I both have May birthdays.

The Murph likes to eat healthier so I decided to make a blueberry pie and homemade ice cream.  Fruit plus calcium.  Healthy, right?  And he loves blueberries and ice cream.  It was the first time I've made blueberry pie so I hope it tastes okay.  The entire house smells delicious. Click for here for pie recipe.

The Murph thinks all those fireworks, bbq's and parties are in honor of his birthday.  I haven't broken the news to him that everyone does those things to celebrate the birthday of our nation, not just his birthday.  He would be absolutely crushed if he knew the truth.

So Happy Murph Day!