Pretty sure this is going to be the last week of hot fitness chicks on the Monday poat, at least as an exclusive set of images. I’m running low in the binders and going out to look for more isn’t something I feel 100% sanguine about doing anymore as I try to stay clear of pr0n. So, enjoy it – or don’t – one more time.
iPhone owner.
We did a full 48 hours without mom this weekend, and it went as well as could be expected. I was exhausted afterward and just barely made it out of bed this morning, though. Should be a fun week on the job.
It took 45 minutes to get her hair to look right. Just speculating.
July rolls on with intermittent heat and thunderstorms. I just got locked out of my electricity website and now I have to call someone, so that’s exciting.
Teal?
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.
Summer is almost here! To do this Summer:
And if I get all that done, before it snows, I’ll call it a huge win.
Light and shadow.
If I walk the edges of the giant rectangle that is my new yard — even cutting the corners to avoid brambles and lightly wooded areas, it’s a little over a half mile around. That means if I wake up, go out and do chores, then walk the edges to check on things, I’ve got a half mile walk, and I didn’t even have to leave home to do it. Do that 2-3 more times a day, and you’re starting to talk about a decent amount of exercise, plus the security of looking at all of that throughout the day, keeping an eye on potential problems or developments. Going to try and make that part of the new routine.
Cobra pose.
That’s what you do when you get 6″ of snow but have solo custody of a very small child the next day and you know you have to be able to drive to the store at some point. Did that for just over an hour tonight (I’m writing Sunday night because I have to get up with the toddler in the morning for day 3). Tired. Time to put the pics in the post and then kill zombies for a while.
Her booty is well labelled.
So what I’ve learned is that I’m not managing stress well at all lately. I’ve taken too much on, or at least what I’ve taken on has swelled beyond what I can cope with adequately. I need to spend some effort on dealing with that, managing it, because it’s not going away any time soon.
Looks warm there.
The binders, that is. Also, work is going to be weird this week. We were supposed to be doing a huge thing that required travel and burning disks and now that’s in a Puerto Rican warehouse.
Matching outfit.
Let’s face it, you’re not going to change. You’ll wimp out, make excuses, and stop trying to improve yourself sometime around Thursday of this week, assuming you were “resolved” (HA!) to do anything of the sort. That’s just the kind of person you are. And that’s okay, right? I mean it kind of has to be, since it’s essentially set in stone.
Did that make you mad? Make you want to object, say something angry to me and possibly about my mother? Good. That’s anger, the good kind. You gotta be so disgusted with the way things are that you’ll utterly refuse to accept it, and anger is an essential part of that. Use that. Be enraged at the schlub you don’t want to be, and kick that bad crap out of your life and yourself.
Do girls still get bellybutton jewelry, or is that finally going out of style?
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