Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Its me, Thomas, your favorite Blog Rat. Bob's still not up to par. Right now he's laying in the middle of the floor looking like a seven day old Whopper that's been sitting in the sun because it got dumped out of the garbage can. His arms and legs are splayed out like a starfish. That boy's so rancid right now, I wouldn't touch him if he was the only thing left to chew on!
The good thing is that Bob's on the second day of the Raw Divas Three Day Green Smoothie Challenge. He's actually been really good. He's been having smoothies for all of his meals. The bad thing is that since everything goes in the blender, there are no crumbs for me around the house!
He's gone through so much spinach in two days, that even Popeye would be scared. There's a banana shortage in Columbus, and they have had to make 2 trips to the grocery for frozen fruit.
The Divas picked a great time for the Green Smoothie Challenge. Bob was getting more and more run down. Dr. Laura, the best Chiropractor (she'd have to be to put up with Bob) was shocked that in 24 hours he was just as bad as if he hadn't been there the day before.
Bob's learning the hard way that you can't play games with your body. If you give it mixed signals, it will jump up and slap you in the face. The body wants consistency. It wants good clean food. It wants rest, and a stress free life. Bob has a tendency to care about things when those in charge seem to be out in la la land. He's learning that jobs aren't really that important. Your health, friends, and life are more important. The job is nothing more than a means to an end. Luckily he's only got an overnight trip out of town, and then he has until January 2, 2008 before he feels he has to do anything. He's got his mega millions lottery ticket. The boy knows that before the reality there must be the dream! (If he'd only dream me up some cheese!)
Hopefully Bob will be back soon. I'm tired of playing stand-in for him. My little paws aren't that great on the keyboard, and there's no cheese in the house.
I think I'll nibble on his toes and see if that will get his butt in gear. No, forget it. He's too far gone right now, even for me to touch. Rats do have their limits. We're actually much cleaner and nicer than most would have you believe. Rats are people too, don't you know! Besides, he owes me for all the work I'm doing right now.
Don't forget to check out the Raw Divas. They've been a lifesaver for both Keely and him. Divas rule!