Truncated Motivational Tuesday

It’s not Monday. That’s just a terrifying tragedy that we’re all going to have to face. Does the 4-day work week ahead mean we need no motivation? Of course not!

But we really don’t need as much as normal, do we? So here’s just enough to get you by.

Do you remember what it’s about?

Sundry

And various.

A New Lawnmower for Leon

Sounds like Leon needs a lawnmower with moar power. I think we may have found one:
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Big Boob Friday

Afternoon, paste eaters. I wrote this song after my second date with Mrs MJ.  I called up Donna and said, “Hey foxy lady, I think i gots this bombastic track for yo’ sexy ass. It came to me while butterin’ the muffin of a fine ass white chick, dig?”  Seriously though, can you imagine the studio setting as this track was recorded?  I’d give mare’s best pair of platform shoes to be a fly on the coke mirror.

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Today’s model was born in merry ol’ England way back in 1984 on January 1st. Get ready to be blown away by SAMMY BRADDY!!!!!11!!11

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The Day That All Moms Dread…..

Well, I knew this day had to come – it comes around every year. The day that all kids look forward to. and all mothers dread.

What I learned in Diversity Training

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Asian people have killer tattoos.

HHD: Expend Me

I got to see a teaser dealie of The Expendables 2 while at the movies this weekend and it looks like there’s a bit of nummy for just about everyone.

Sure–what the hay

A Lapeerpalooza activity, Friday evening perhaps?

Muscular Monday Motivational

I had one heck of a weekend, peoples. Because of my vet visit, this week’s squat workout got pushed back to Saturday. Toughest week of the cycle, so I was just about busted just by that. This was also Mrs. Caruthers’ weekend with the MANG, immediately before her two week trip to TN for training, AND immediately before our new hay delivery in about 35 minutes.

So Sunday saw me taking all the fouled hay (the barn cat is a little turd) out to the pasture and un-baling it by hand so we can seed the soil maybe kinda while the horses are boarded. I also swept out every scrap of the old hay from the loft and barn floor. Then I took a paint scraper to all the wooden structures in the chicken coop (because chickens are idiots that like to poop anyol’where), and swept all of their litter out and hauled it to the woods.

So anyhow, I’m eager to get back to the stress and hell of work.

As my weekend shows, sometimes you have to be there for teammates. Flexibility is key.