You really should go do something more meaningful than read this pos post

Things mawr meaningful:

 

How about taking up knitting:

MMM 326: heat wave

It was 95F here yesterday, so instead of yard work I cleared some of the rubble pile in the basement of the shop.  I can only do so much at once because it appears to be a lot of soil, and that’s quite heavy in my trash bin.  Would that it were only soil, because then I could just put it out in the yard somewhere, but there’s insulation, bits of metal, and even some broken glass in it.  I still have no idea how it got there.  Best I can figure is that it’s mostly potting soil from when this place was a gladiola farm; maybe they were starting seeds or storing pots and potting soil down there.

She’s got cable.

My Cache All Day

H2 Media Library – 2009

 

 

BBF

Hello, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

Your model for today was born in Chiba, Japan on April 23rd, 1988.  She stands 5 foot tall, 40x27x35″.  BANZAI!  Please wax on/wax off and say hello to Miss Saki Yanase!

 

Thorsday Substitute Poat

Since Jimbro is off in the mountains receiving a heavy load from some shady contractor, I’ve agreed to put up a poat.  The old one was smelling worse than your mom after Fleet Week.  We haven’t had a rip-roaring, honest-to-God hurt feelings fight on this blog in far too long, so let’s talk about music.

So, I’m about two weeks out from leaving my job, and by the time you read this I will hopefully have an offer for a new job outside of California.  Even if I don’t, I’m still leaving this state.  And that means one thing… ROADTRIP!  For the past nine months I’ve driven 45-75 minutes each way up to Santa Barbara each day for work.  Obviously, spending that much time on the road means listening to the radio a lot.  Thank the gods for Pandora, and Youtube on my phone.  So I thought I’d put together a list of some of my favorite songs to listen to while driving.  I decided to limit it to ten songs, about what I used to burn on a CD before a long road-trip.  Obviously there are others, but if I had to pick ten to listen to for a couple of hours in parts of the country where the only radio stations are messican polka and the baptist station... the mixture below would be my top choice. Yeah, some of them are covers, but they’re better than the originals for keeping me awake and focused while on the road.

Thursday In A Hurry

Everyone but me has an excuse why they can’t be at camp to supervise the load of crushed rock we’re getting. When we bought the camp several years ago the driveway was covered with crushed rock. Some idiot tried to help by plowing the driveway of snow in the winter when we weren’t there. Most of the rock ended up on the lawn and dirt road. When it rains the driveway is a morass.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
One of the fun moments of this vacation was finding out not only my kids had been tracking how many steps I’d taken each day but that they knew this song.

Now for the hunks. Fake redhead for Carin.

Tuesday Trash

So Marezeedotes organized a swim  with a couple thousand of her closest  beach buds.

Helpful placeholder till Leon gets his sh*t togethim….

In the timeless words of carin – “Wanky Wanky”

and On