I turned 25 yesterday on the 25th, so it seems like a good start to another year. Last night Todd and I went out to a nice local restaurant. I took my camera, but just got caught up in the atmosphere and some long overdue conversations with Todd that I forgot to take any pictures. I had a glass of Pebble Creek Chardonnay while we talked about our lives over the next few years. Still not sure about our 5 year plan, but we’re getting there.

For dinner, I had the Sea Scallops: Shaved Baby Fennel, Citrus Supremes, Blood Orange Beurre Blanc. The sauce was very interesting, to me, it tasted like citrus with a very faint cheese taste. I know, it sounds weird but it was so delicious! Todd had the Elk Loin Medallions: Pan Seared, Grilled Sweet Potatoes, Blackberry Sage Compote and he said it was very good.

I did not go to the gym yesterday. I woke up incredibly sore, probably from the swimming, which I have not felt in awhile. I was actually happy because I knew I had given my muscles a good workout. Tonight though, I’m going to another Crossfit session and maybe the gym afterward.

For breakfast I had some dried banana, watermelon, and a nice hot cup of Dark Magic coffee.

This morning, I received an email from Todd telling me to pick up my phone. I called him back and he had me listen to a voicemail that he had. It turns out we were approved for Nextel, and that we need to call in and schedule for him and Kahlua to meet! I totally was not expecting a call for at least a few more weeks since he’s being treated for heartworms. So this weekend will be chaos!

Todd’s birthday is on September 3rd, I’m a week older than him! It does work out nice though because the whole family just gets together and we celebrate at once. We do the same thing in December because about half the family have birthdays in that month! So, this weekend we have to: meet with Nextel, get together with the family, possibly get together with our friends, go to an arts festival in town, and I have to fit in a 5 mile run.

The majority of it depends on the dogs meeting. If all goes well, we get to call the family and let them know there will be one more for dinner. If they don’t get along, we’ll just hope he finds a home soon. I strongly believe in fate, so whatever happens, happens.