Quiet. Really quiet. Pinch me please!!!!!

How's everyone doing?

I thought I start with the pic for the day, and then work my way into some other talking point.

This is one of Boris V's illustrations called "Enemy Within." I thought she was kinda cool when I found her three years ago. I think powerful warrior chics (especially of the darker persuasion) are absolutely magnificent. The very idea is so far from life it's amazing. When was the last time you saw an image of an African-American warrior woman that was pictured as an African tribe woman or an amazon? Hardly ever should cross your mind. I think it's some kinda discrimination. Other than Storm from the X-Men and any of Pam Grier's characters, who do black women have for kick-ass role models? Well, Vivica Fox did play Copperhead in Kill Bill Vol. 1. So, considering I have a lack of role models except "booty-shaking, gang loving, trash mouth spewing, eyes rolling, head spinning vixens, I scream, " DISCRIMINATION!!!!"

Work was exceptionally and unusually quiet. Seriously. I guess all the crazies were sent back to their respective basements and time warps to be chained back up for another330+ days until the Christmas fairy releases them again. I mean we are full speed ahead for Valentine's Day. So no rants there except for the 3 hours a day I've been cut back on. I think I've been through this so the point is moot.

One of my fellow Wiccans at work did me the honor of bringing in here Circle Trilogy books from Nora Roberts. I started on the first one. It's called Morrigan's Cross. So far I'm on page 7. I came home after work and dropping coffee off to Hubby and put on Elizabeth starring Cate Blanchett and fell asleep. So very little housework got done as you can guess. I guess the one thing I'm totally bummed out about is the lack of exercise I'm doing.

The last month I faithfully continued my Pilate's, but cardio was a complete "No Go" as my workout area in my living room contains bathroom and hallway crap. This is the first time since I got out of the Army that I have just totally not worked out. I was doing so well. I lost all that pesky fatty looking unhappiness, and now because the bathroom seems like it will never get done and will never release the rest of my house from damnation, I don't know when I'll get to do a good cardio session. I mean I guess I could go for walks or runs outside, but I wrote that off when I got out of the Army. I made a promise to myself, "No more crap work outs that I hate. From now on, I will do what I like for exercise." So as much as I have mentioned to Hubby how inconvenient this bathroom deal is, I don't think he really cares. He is not one for exercise and I don't think he supports my obsession with it. It was kinda my daily ritual. So along with no bathroom sink my exercise program has been cast out. This week. Pilate's on hold. I try to take a week off of strenuous exercise so my tat can heal properly. Plus, it's just uncomfortable to exercise when your skin is itching and sore.

So with not much else to talk about, I guess I'll say, "Adieu."

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
Macbeth, 1. 7

Yokai