MMM 283: time to flee?

Not yet.  It’s just land.  We could buy a camper tomorrow and head over, and while that has a certain appeal, it ain’t happening.  We’re looking at house plans now and should start looking for a hay farmer this week.  Paperwork for my HELOC extension (i.e. my new land loan) goes in today.  If the stress doesn’t kill me, this should be fun.

I wonder if fitness photography is a good lifestyle, or if Andrew is bored to tears of looking at booties.

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Sleep-in Saturday

I’m getting old when 7 AM is sleeping in. Luxurious.
Let’s see what’s in the funneh folder for today.

Not our queen, either.

Mr. RFH playing D&D

And that oughta do it. Y’all have a good day.

Big Borscht Friday

Russia, Russia, Russia! If I rolled my eyes like I want to, I would be able to see into my brain. It occurred to me a few days ago that my father in law insisted on joining me on a walk last November and started talking about the election. His theory was that Hillary had been harassed for 20 years and there has never been any evidence of a crime so all of the allegations must be bullshit. After I collected my jaw from the ground I muttered something like, ‘so what you’re saying is you have just eaten 10 space cakes and didn’t share any of them?’ Not true, I actually didn’t say anything because I don’t really talk about politics with anyone but my lovable internet family. But I can’t wait to use that line this Thanksgiving–he’ll tell me it doesn’t matter, Trump is actually a Russian spy, and I’ll say something like, ‘so what you’re saying is you’ve just eaten 10 sputnik cakes and didn’t share any of them?’

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Little Known Fact…Stalone invented Zumba

Keeping with our Russian theme, today’s model is from a former Eastern Bloc country or possibly Mother Russia herself. I mean, just look at her. She’s like 5″11, weighs 120 pounds, has tatas bigger than Red Square, and looks like Mr Bean. Please give a warm, stern looking nod of approval to Karin Spalnikova!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!11!!!!!1!!!

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LemonMelonBoobParty

In the never ending quest to find new material for these poats I sometimes fail to satisfy everyone’s diverse interests and tastes. Not enough boobs, melons or lemons. And to all the knob gobbling critics residing in ass alley, I wish you to enjoy all the vag cheese you can fit in your hairy clam hole. But, of course, in a nice way!

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Baby Watch

T-minus three months until total loss of sleep, life, and mind. I’m counting on all of you hostage aunts, uncles, and somewhere in between, to keep me honest and give me tons of advice on how to raise a baby. Every new parent loves to hear about what they’re doing wrong and how its going to permanently scar their child!

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MMM 282: New fence, new farm?

Going to go look at the acreage on Tuesday.  Gotta call fence guy today and schedule that install, which will set us back a bit on the cash on hand.  I’m in a weird place with whether I want to leave or not.  All the talk over the fence actually has relations pretty amiable with the neighbors, and we’re yet to find a place where the land and house are an actual step up for us.  About the only way it seems we can make that happen is to buy land and build, but that makes this a multi-year process, and there may be some lean times in the middle when we’ve got 3 mortgage payments.  Adventure, yay!

Tiring exercise.

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