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.

MMM 325: holy crap it’s June

Summer is almost here!  To do this Summer:

1. Upgrade support beam on east-facing pole-barn door
2. Build stalls in pole barn
3. Add gutters to workshop and block shed
4. Add sump pump and dehumidifier to workshop basement
5. Build chicken coop

And if I get all that done, before it snows, I’ll call it a huge win.

Light and shadow.

MMM 321: the perimeter

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.

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.

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.

Looks warm there.

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.

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?

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

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?

Inside/outside.

You Are An Asshole

Do me a favor, would you? Go into the bathroom or your bedroom or look down at your shoe and give yourself a long look in the mirror. Try to look a little disappointed, and say this out loud, ‘I will never be a as good of a person as Lauraw. Not if I invented a time machine and prevented Barak Hussein Obama from becoming president. Not if I found and convinced Mila Kunis to spend an evening with MJ. Not if I opened a weed farm and put MJ in charge of quality control. There is nothing I can do to be funnier or more thoughtful that Lauraw.

Then punch yourself in the balls/vag.

Behold, the Deadmaublanket5.