Memorial Day Military Muscular Motivation

Binge watching Band of Brothers today, in between household chores and basking in the sun on the back deck. I hope you all can take some time today and remember those who gave their all. I feel remarkably unqualified for a memorial day poat featuring fit women. Yet here we are.

The Contrary

I’m so embarrassed.  My zipper broke in public.

 

Let The Coup Begin Already

We want the coup!

Coup d’etat, Coup d’main, Coup de grace, Coup d’urmom

Oops, wrong one

Nap Time Ends…And Once Again, I’m Bouncing ’round the Room

You people are old, I’m sure you can back me up on this: naps are pretty goddamn important.

Lets say you have a future little Alpha and you want to make sure he sleeps through the night. What to do? Well, it turns out that you have to put that little man down for 3, possibly 4 naps a day.

You want him to be less cranky? Nap that bish.

You need to do the dishes from last week’s fish fry? Nappy McNapatron.

You want to try to have rushed, awkward sex like xbrad in a flock of sheep when the sheepdog is grabbing a smoke? Nap time.

Jeez o’ Pete, why doesn’t someone give you a book when you take the baby home called, ‘Napping, a Guide to 21st Century Parenting, You Dumbfuck.’

You spend hours in parenting classes and they tell you that a little warmer for the butt wipes is a total waste of money (not true). They tell you that if you’re baby sleeps on his stomach certain death will follow (not true). They tell you that a baby doesn’t bounce (somewhat true).

But what they don’t tell you is that there’s a very simple equation for peach on earth:

Quality of Night Sleep (possibly getting laid) = Nap1(mins) x Nap2 (mins) x Nap3 (mins)

Jerks!

Anyway, if you want to see a new pic go to the POL tab and scroll down to the most handsome bastard this side of Brad Pitt’s mirror. He’s holding a baby.

Here Comes The Sun

Roamy might recognize this place

MMM – Car-in’s version because Possum is sick

First a bit of motivational music- this is a real toe tapper.

 

 

Let’s see who I have in my binders of women.

The woman on the left is doing a chest to bar, which … bad-ass.

 

This looks pretty hard-core too, but I don’t want to try it.

The dreaded wall balls. I hates them.

Kettlebells are good.

The way I feel after most workouts.

See? Kettlebells are hard. This is kettlebell girl.

 

Are you motivated? I am.

 

/side note – I’m happy to see that “beer tree farm” has made it to our categories. Well played.

 

Closing song:

 

Update: I can’t believe I didn’t include this!