Who's a Fat Bastard - Wasn't that a party!

July 19, 2014

     It's amazing how short the days become when they don't start until 10:30! What is even more amazing is I had the bladder control to sleep until 10:30! I slept for nine hours. I must have needed it. That's what Lisa said. I'm a Fat lazy Bastard is more likely. I usually sleep five or six hours a night but every once in a while I crash big time. And on Saturday's, there is no Papa Squatch Dayscare ( not a typo). Ever since I lost my mind about the freezies, they have been walking on eggshells. I came out onto the deck in my bare feet only to become stuck to a collection of freezy wrappers. One million times I have told them to put the wrappers in the garbage. I fear my grandkids are deaf! I'm pretty sure that even if they are, they heard me this time! No Freezies, one year! That was Friday.

     Adding to my serenity and joy, we are without house guests for the first time since we got back from our cruise a week ago. Between house guests and grandkids, our home has been buzzing like the wasps nest I can't seem to kill in our front deck. Lisa drove Dr Dan up to Whistler to join his family for the last days of their vacation, before heading back to Prince George. Having said our goodbyes the night before, Lisa let me sleep. Elvis and Nutmeg let me sleep. Even Momma Lee let me sleep! 

     Have you ever opened your eyes and everything felt good? I mean, your position, the temperature in the room and just enough fog on your brain that you're not aware of a six pound dog standing on your chest, gazing lovingly at you with her urine filled eyes. 

In my half dream state, I visualised myself stretching languidly to shake the cobwebs of sleep from the corners of my mind. In reality ,as soon as I moved my shoulder an explosion of fireworks appeared behind my eyelids. I spasmed like a sphincter at the sound of a rubber glove snapping, launching Elvis, who was still sleeping, across the bed. I was now awake!  

     I have a confession to make. I have been having a tough time getting out of Cruise mode. I have been eating bad things. Most notably a bowl of cereal late at night ( three times). I have only exercised one and a half times this week. And with a fiftieth birthday party tonight I need to regain my focus. 

      Down to the green room I go. Four stair stretch, I did five sets of twenty touches on each leg. I am alone in the house so I am using the timer to take the pics.

Eye of the Tiger?

Then I did my usual crunches. Ten sets of ten with thirty seconds of rest in between.

A slightly less embarrassing angle

I mounted the Maiden and started the first season finale of Homeland. 

50% more sweat!

I didn't know it was ninety minutes long. I was rubber kneed and dripping wet by the time it was over.

Back on track?

     I made myself a ham and cheese omelet and hit the showers.

Is it still breakfast if it's 2 pm?

     Lisa called to tell me she was on her way back from Whistler. I should have went to keep her company. I needed to stop making excuses and get back on track! That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. We have a friend in North Vancouver who's going through a tough time right now. Lisa stopped in to see how she's doing. Not that good! Hope she can snap out of it soon.
     Lisa got home about 3:30 safe and sound and went for a little nap before the party tonight. The party starts at 5:00. We got there about 6:30 and it was rockin. It was an access your inner Rockstar theme complete with Red Carpet and Backstage passes. 

El Tigre food truck

They had a food truck providing most tasty chicken bits.

Deep fried tastiness

An interesting compilation of humans.

Lisa ,Stu and a partially recovered Willy

Lady Goo Goo

Including the birthday girl looking all Annie Lennox.

Happy Birthday tooooo yoooooo!

And of course cake!

Cake I didn't eat.

     It was a great party and I was well behaved, on the eating front anyway. I might have inhaled some ambient atmosphere that put an illegal smile on my face. I seem to be having a short term memory problem.
     Around midnight we packed up Annie and Willy and headed to New West with Lisa driving their car and Willy riding with me. 

Glenn, our host, giving Willy the business about smoking

      Tomorrow is Weigh Day. I am not looking forward to it. Hopefully I'm back on track. It's 11:30 and I am just posting yesterdays blog. My apologies to the morning readers.
That's all I got.
Till next time
Peace Out Y'all


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