Ouch! I'm walking like a robot today thanks to yesterday's workout regime. Most days consist of running or cycling and I haven't done any yoga in a while. Therefore, yesterday (due to lack of proper brain function) I decided to go for a two hour session. I can barely move my arms, abs or arse. Reminds me of the sloth-like days after a class with Paul at Abhyasa (http://www.abhyasayoga.com/).
I am also avoiding writing a final paper for one of my classes this semester. I have a terrible "end of the semester lack of motivation" vibe going on. Nachos and a burrito would be great catalysts to get back in the groove.
The bird photo is an adorable West African Hornbill. Cute yes, but total jerks! Recently, the cherry tomatoes in the garden have been disappearing and when I went out to the garden today, there were two of these little dudes prancing around and eating the tomatoes like they were at a glutenous tomato day spa. And gutsy too because I was right next to them shaking my finger at their naughtiness and they completely ignored me! I originally thought it was the big lizards (which I am still trying to catch to keep as a pet), but now I know the real culprits.
So I promised not to be too political in this blog but I really need someone to get a message back to George Bush for me....... if any of you happen to be at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, please give this letter to "W"
Dear Jorge,
As an American abroad and former Texas immigrant, I would like to ask if you could please do us all a favor and make a true positive gesture of foreign relations before you leave office? My best suggestion is to take a group of America's finest (or Texans) , fly down to Zimbabwe, and shake the living daylights out of Robert Magabe and his men. Feel free to use any tactics you like but please do something to help the evil situation this man has created. You can do it in the name of America or in the name of the great state of Texas, but most of all please do it to help the senseless pain and suffering these people of Zimbabwe are going through.
Viva Tejas, Tricia
