Oy, the cats are acting weird. Pepper (7 months old) has this need to camp out in various undercover locations and attack poor Old Mister Bob (12 yrs old). Bob's way to old for this crap! Here's Pepper in total commando mode, literally completing head over heels rolls on the carpet, prancing around with her back arched and tail fluffed, hopping towards him on all four feet simultaneously sideways. Lke she's saying, "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father prepare to die..." LOL !!! Although hilarious to watch, I'm like, helloooo there little 2 pound retard, you are SMALLER than 7 pound Grandpa Bob there who can kick your ass with one swat... !!! One day she is going to seriously get pounded by him.

So my bad with the math the last post there about how many kilometres I'm managing in a week. 28km a week, not 25 (duh!!) Here I am ripping myself off on my efforts! My scale's obviously broken, though, it hasn't moved in four days no matter where I put it on the floor. Seriously, I know the floor is concrete but isn't there a freakin' low spot that makes the scale move even a smidge?! WTF. I miss the old dial scales that you could manipulate to lose weight !! These damn digital ones SUCK !! Who needs accuracy? I just want an ego boost!! Something to be said for old school technology (or lack thereof)...

The problem is I keep playing this stupid Bimbo game and it's seeping into reality! (Actually it's quite fun, if not completely undermining the accomplishments and capabilities of my gender. Taken with a heavy dose of humor it is actually quite silly!!!) However it is a commentary on the times and indicative of what we see in the media. Sad that the bimbo broads get featured on TV and in media more than legendary women and the Forbes List of Women CEO's. But I guess that isn't as interesting as the train wreck celebrities...