Fishy – in a pos way

The weekend was a bust for fishing. Saturday was the first time I tried to do a little trout fishing in the area I now live. Lots of water, but it’s mainly mud-bottom stuff that non-salmonids do well in but the cold water fish don’t.

MMBBM

So Leon is moving his worldly possessions from one part of Michigan to another, I’m the back-up back-up.  Let’s get ‘er motivating, shall we?  All my pictures are animated, so if you are on your flintstones phone you might want to skip right to comments.

 

BBF

Hello gym partners, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

 

Your model for today has been featured in gifs but has never been a headliner until today. (PUPSTER EDIT:  MY BAD, MJ featured her in 2013.) Born in Kiev, Ukraine on August 19th, 1988, and standing 5’7″, 42H-24-38 and 112-lbs, she has so many aliases I’m not sure what her momma named her, but please say hello to Katya Sidorenko AKA Sha Rizel, Ekaterina Sidorenko, Katya Gennadievna Sidorenko, Kate Gennadievna Sidorenko, Катя Геннадиевна Сидоренко, and Sophie Nova.

The Trees Are Budding The Bees are Buzzing and The Birds are Consorting – sort of

The pussy willows aren’t all pussy like yet, but the swamp maples are starting to bud. I also noticed what looks like the beginning of a bud forming on one of my lilac bushes. No squished wood chucks yet but the birds are getting kind of raucous and definitely flocking around out there, so I’d imagine new birds of a feather will be chirping in mere days –

BBF

Hello turtle-bros, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

 

Your model for today is from Essex, born February 5, 1988.  The internet doesn’t seem to know her height or displacement, but consensus opinion measures 34D-23-35.  Please put a tent on that circus and say ‘ello to Miss Victoria Moore!

 

Spring Hain’t Sproingin’ Yet… pos

The robins and redwing black birds have been makin’ love noises out back for two weeks (+/-). Those little bastardos are gonna be hungry before all the snow leaves.

POS Spring

So we’re 1 week (+/-) out from teh calendericacal spring and we have nothing but blue skies and butterflies in the forecast (hhe he heeeeeee).

We got enough snow overnight to be irritating enough to cause delays around the are. I checked out Mr. Weatherman and that punk says there’s at least two more weeks of cold weather – down into the teens; the robins and redwing blackbirds better have packed their electric underoos cuz baby it’s gonna be cold out for a little bit longer.

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!

 

 

Sartorial Splendor – Teh POS Way

My taste in clothing most likely can be characterized as boring.  With the exception of that amazing wide collared paisley polyester shirt that I had in 6th grade, I’m a business casual kind of dresser during the week tending toward black or other dark colored slacks with a polo shirt. Weekends are tee shirts and fatigues – warm weather brings out the much vaunted and ever stylish cargo shorts.

And Then There’s You:

 

Hot-n-Tot has officially spent too much time in AnnArbor

In Which Sean Holds Himself Up to Ridicule

You know, I used to absolutely hate poetry.  Hated reading it, hated writing it, just generally hated everything about it.  I was a prose guy, and I thought there was something silly and frivolous about scribbling thoughts into stanzas and trying to get them to scan and rhyme and all that crap.

Then, something changed.  Maybe it was getting sober, though I have no idea why that would have any bearing on this.  But over the past few years, I’ve found that there are certain instances where I can best put my thoughts in order by taking up quill and scroll and just churning out some of the old doggerel.

Before we go any further, let’s just get this out of the way here and now:

 

Okay, now that we’ve dispensed with that (yeah), allow me if you will to emote all over you below: