MMM 310: Shovelling in the dark

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.


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MMM 309: Stoicism

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.

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MMM 307: running low

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.


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MMM 305: New Year, Old You

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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MMM 304: Almost Christmas

Today’s Pilates Workout:

Looks really hard.  I might die.  Or get toned bunz.  We can’t know.

Pre-contest-stage selfie


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MMM 303: SS Update

I had originally hoped to do The Opening this coming Sunday, but that makes the whole thing feel a little too compressed.  Christmas itself is the next Monday, I’m blocked the weekend, and I’m guessing turn out would be low on Friday the 22nd.  Can we plan to do this in the evening (7pm) on Thursday the 21st?



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MMM 301: Secret Santa Edition

hot christmas girls3.jpg

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MMM 292: You’d be sad too

Up early today because I have to go try and do a thing at a place and I’m sure it will be at least moderately stressful.  Feel free to conjecture about what and where and with whom, I’ll fill you all in on the details later.  No worries, this is more of an “aw, man…” bummer than an “oh no!” bummer, it’s just that it’s going to eat up most of my morning and not be pleasant.  I hope all of your days are blessed and unstressed.

I bet she’d look amazing in a pale yellow sundress with little pink flowers.


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MMM 285: The Agenda is Everywhere

And historical ignorance abounds.  I tried to watch the Netflix Castlevania cartoon over the weekend and made it less than 4 minutes before thumbing it down.  Well-drawn, but utter garbage for writing.  For those who never played the games, Castlevania was about various members of the Belmont family fighting Dracula and his offshoots and allies at various points in late Medieval and early Renaissance history.  Men (white men!), faithful to God (going to church for restoration and items like holy water occurs in the early games), fighting a satanic, evil immortal being.

First scene of this shit is – in 1455 AD, we’re told – a Strong Independent Womantm marching past acres of impaled human bodies to Dracula’s castle.  She bravely enters and proceeds to… scold Dracula about being such a naughty person, then ask him to teach her his super-science so she can become a doctor.  A real doctor, not some cunning woman with poultices and boiling nettles.  Dracula (who is basically Disney’s Beast in terms of visible menace) tells her that he likes her spirit and then agrees to do as she asks.  The next scene is 1475 AD, where Lisa (aforementioned aspiring doctor) is being burned at the stake for witchcraft by a group of evil-looking priests, one of whom is a bishop.  The discussion they have while she burns explicitly conflates science and witchcraft, and the bishop gives one of the priests who says he’s been studying a bit of chemistry (“just a study, to better understand our enemies”) a sidelong glance of the “you might be next at the stake” sort.  I bailed.  WTF?  The only thing they got right was that everyone at least appeared to be European, and hey, nice shout-out with the “AD”.  Let’s completely ignore that the university system (invented by the Church for the advancement of Man) has existed for almost 500 years already, and the University of Paris was founded in 1045 AD with Medicine as one of it’s 4 foundational fields of inquiry.  I just want to punch a lot of retards in the face.  Must be Monday.

Her outfit is falling apart, someone help!


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