Painting, and bunnies, and lists (oh my)

This atrocious piece of art that's assaulting your senses on the left is a culmination of years of talking my dear husband's ear off about how I would love to try to paint... and well he finally made me do it. Also, Sonja inspired me with her Wine & Design painting, and I think we all know that if Sonja jumps off a bridge I'd jump to (I'm such a sheep). I've been far too intimidated to actually try painting but this weekend was essentially a do or die situation. And I say "do or die" because after 45 minutes of giggling, pouting, psyching myself out, and essentially just screwing around in front of a white canvas Parrish was going to kill me if I didn't at least try it. For those of you who think it's too dark - it actually started out as a hot pink flower, turned into lots of random bright colors, and morphed into this blue black thingy you see now after a rather large rum & coke. And yes, there *may* have been some tears involved so Parrish just decided to call it art therapy. I'm surprised he didn't try to drown me in acrylics.

Today I just got restless after sitting around all day watching TV -- yes, it was one of those days -- so I got out and walked. Dusk has always been my favorite time of day, something about the way the sky looks, the cicadas are all humming, and I was lucky enough to run into this rabbit just chilling in the neighbors front yard like a cat -- I swear he said "'Sup?" the first time I walked by. The second time I wanted to get a closer look but had this vision of the Rabbit of Caerbannog in Monty Python & the Holy Grail taking out all those knights so I kept my distance.

Anyway, by my 4th lap the rabbit was gone, and I had started thinking about all the reasons I like to exercise, and I made a ton of lists in my head about why I should do it on a daily basis, and yadda yadda yadda and now of course I can't remember a darn thing. I guess you could say the #1 reason I like exercising is that it clears my head, which is no easy feat let me tell you. They all would've made a great blog post, but I'm completely stumped as to why, if exercise does so many positive things for me, then WHY can't I get motivated to do it on a regular basis?

Today: walked 4 laps - 2.4 miles