Minimalist Monday Muscle

No preamble, I’m too tired as I write this. I thought about using my cellphone to make the poat, so I could literally “phone it in”, but that felt too frustrating, so I didn’t bother. You’ll have to settle for figurative slacking. And now, from the voluminous binders of MMMHQ, I present the following images.

Splits.

It’s Summer! And This Is Where He Does the Least Damage!

1. These greens are so fast I have to hold my putter over the ball and hit it with the shadow.
~ Sam Snead

Muscularingly Monday Moppetry

Before you ask: yes, that’s a word. I just made it up. It’s an adverb, obviously, meaning “to do so in a muscularing fashion”. Also before you ask: no, that’s not a word, it’s just English-sounding gibberish.

It’s Monday again, and time for a fresh start to life. Time to be your best self and set the right tone for the week. Life’s gonna try to whoop your ass twelve ways to Sunday by, well, next Sunday. Don’t let it. Beat life like a red-headed, rented stepmule.

Now, indulge me while I look at some pretty things.

I like her expression: “Leon, spot me while I do this ridiculous exercise”. You got it, babe.

Monday Motive: Muscularity

The weekend is over, and thank Heaven it is. I socialized way too much, spent far too much time talking, and nearly lost my voice. I told the opossum story three times on Saturday to different groups who had yet to hear it. Even I am sick of it now, but at least the trauma is finally past. I made it through another family gathering without starting any serious arguments or eating any of the devil gluten that was prominently offered. Threading the needle of the weekend, I passed through the madness, and once again welcome the warm embrace of renewal that is Monday. Now, on with the show.

Send me an angel.

Muscular Monday Mopseys

Greetings and salutations. Today is Monday, April 22, and your taxes were due a week ago, so you should probably get started on those soon (unless you’re a government employee, then you can probably just take all the time you need).

It’s still Winter in Michigan, or so the snow last week and ahead (!) in the forecast leads me to believe. Due to this, I’m yet to break ground on what I’m sure will be a fantastic garden. Someday, if we ever get these sprouts off the dining room table and into the yard. Yep, globe sure is warming, ain’t it?

Anyhow, you didn’t come here for garden blogging or weather blogging, and I don’t have any recipes worth sharing (though I’m probably eating a nice sausage and egg and cheddar scramble about now, which is delicious but isn’t exactly a recipe), so let’s get to the main event, shall we?

Somehow, it’s baseball season, even if Winter isn’t over yet.

Muscular Monday Motivational

Greetings to all, unless you voted for Obama, in which case I’d prefer you self-immolate (right after you pay your taxes, assholes).

It’s Monday again, and that means it’s time to go back to work (congrats again, Vmax). Here’s a little something to get you going.
Failing that, it’ll at least get me going. Close enough.

She looks tired.

The Pope and the President

The Pope and Obama are on the same stage in Yankee Stadium in front of a huge crowd.

Muscley Monday Mopseys

Good morning all, and welcome to Monday morning at the H2. It’s 2013, so it’s still awful and probably will be for a few more years. There are signs of hope here and there, and we may yet weather the storm, but it’s not a sure thing. Monday, though? Pretty much a sure thing. Monday will always be here. Let’s kick off the week right.

Time to dip our asses in the ice-cold horse trough of the workweek.

Monday’s Motivational Muscle

Greetings, Monday fans, welcome to your weekly pick-me-up. And by me, I really do mean me, since I’m sure y’all think these are a bunch of dudes.

Haters gonna H8.

Muscular Monday Motivation

Greetings, fellow survivors of the weekend. Monday is once more upon us, and I know y’all are just bursting with joy at the thought of it.

Brevity this week. Have some photos.

Tools. She has them.