Another Week Gone

Two days at the gym and I'm comfortably tired this morning. That's a good thing.

Let me Tell You about My Kitty
One more picture on my camera and I'll have new photos of the kitties. You've been warned.
Miss Katrina is a most amazing kitty. One night last week she curled up on the kitchen counter and went to sleep. She curled up in my gym bag and went to sleep. She has a shoe fetish, her head resting on some part of the shoes I've kicked off and her eyes closed. Last night I went to sleep cuddling a pillow, and I wake up cuddling a cat. Don't know how she does it, but she wedges herself up close to me and gets comfortable. She and Remy hang out on the front porch, even in this heat. They both seem to like finding a sunbeam to lay in and sleep. It's 95 degrees outside and they have on fur coats, but there they are. They have water and a litter box on the porch, so it's safe. Sometimes I'll go out and check on them and there's Miss K, propped up against the house on her back, sound asleep. And Remy is in the sun. April is the smartest, she hangs out inside under my bed. At least it's cooler.

Biking and Testosterone
I can't believe that Floyd was dumb enough to do doping during the Tour de France. How many cyclists were disqualified due to suspicion of drugs?? I heard he had a beer after the race, before the Piss Test. In all my experience, I can easily say that beer would raise your testosteron level. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and hoping it's a French Conspiracy.

Afternoon TV
Ever watched the Tyra Banks Show? What stupid estrogen-laden show. Yesterday, her guest was some Super Model (the First Super Model, Janice Dickenson for those who have no clue who she is, like me) That woman is a mess. She's been linked with lots of rich men, but is a single mom with 2 kids from 2 men. She's from South Florida, which pretty much says it all. It was an hour of 'I survived abuse, you can too' , 'I had a bad life, but overcame it', 'I got over my drug addiction, you can too'. They showed a short scene where she and her kids were trying to put together a dresser for a fund-raiser. Not sure why she wanted to put it together, her son was mortified with her ditzy-ness and her daughter said her mom needed help. She, of course, couldn't put the dresser together, didn't know what a screw-driver looked like and, of course, didn't own one. I guess when you look like her you don't have to know these things. That was truley a Waste Of Time.

Job Hunt
Nada. There's a seminar today on networking at the DOL. I haven't made one this week, but I guess I'll go to this. (Do you see a problem here?)

More to come...
As things happen, I'll be posting. Thanks for taking the time to read. You're opinions are welcome but if you have to start calling me names, don't bother, I won't read them. As my Dad says 'Opinions are like a**holes, everyone has one.'