MMM 295: Ides of October

It’s seriously autumnal here now; the sassafras are bright red and turning brown, and the maples and sycamores are half naked.  Speaking of half nakedness…

Pole star.

POS Poat – Reconquista bitches!!!!

I’ve got a friend (of sorts) who purports to be a Messican and is always whining about racism, the plight of the boarder jumpers and welfare scammers blah, blah, blah –

I’ve tried to learn him a few things, economics, race designation, etc – no bueno. So now I just work on irritating him as much as I can. I start and end conversations with him by calling him my southern caucasian brother.

MMM 293: October!?

Yeah, it’s Fall.  I can tell by the crunchy sound when I walk outside that isn’t a plague of locusts.  I am now officially a plantation owner of some kind, as I have a contract with a sharecropper on a goodly portion of Pferdscheisse Acres.  I still need to do some research on tree planting in that soil, both as barriers and possibly fruit crops.

Are her lips real?

BBF

Hello my friends, welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

Your model is from Eastern Europe, born in 1993 and measuring 45J-29-42, please get comfy and say howdy to Miss Xenia Wood!

MMM 290: Now the real work starts

We close on Thursday, so that alone is going to be an ordeal as wife, Possum, and I spend hours in the car getting the cashier’s check and then signing all the documents.  After that, eesh.  Gotta plant some trees, find a builder, talk to the engineered septic guy, find a guy to lease some acreage for hay planting, make some plans, get a building loan, consider borrowing from my 401k since the market’s sure to tank next year anyhow, get the landscaping in shape here, get the house and barn and fencing built and the well dug, sell this house, move 2 horses and 2 dogs and 13 chickens and 3 cats and a house full of stuff, and keep my awesome job going long enough to pay for all of that.

Next year at this time, hopefully, it will all be okay, but right now I feel like I’m going in for major corrective surgery or something.

Motivational statements in photos are sooo 2009.

My Friends Are Better Than Your Friends

Wait, wut? So quick baby update and a big thank you to some very nice people for sending gifts to the house. Its been a truly wonderful experience to understand how many people are wishing the little guy well. I’m super pleased that he’ll have a whole group of crazy aunts, uncles, and inflatable sheep to make sure he doesn’t turn into a giant pain in the ass.

Blankie Engineered by NASA

MMM 288: Summer of Rage almost over

Protestors should be calming down soon as the weather cools.  Only the truly dedicated and minimally-rugged bother with fighting for a cause in the winter, and the Snowflake Army ain’t.

I forgot who sent me this, likely Pepe.  Me like.

MMM 287: All I can see is the moon

Well, that’ll be true for some folks.  Up here in the awful, frozen north, the sun will do it’s usual tumble across the southern sky and briefly warm the day, and we’ll be none the wiser about the lunar transit.

So let’s look at butts.

MMM 286: No new land yet

Seller on the current land declined to counter, so we raised the offer and are waiting to see if we hear anything back.  My guess is that they aren’t terribly motivated, so we might have to keep looking.

Not gym attire.

MMM 284: Buying the Farm (again)

I’m hoping that the next move is the last one.  It’s definitely enough land to live off of, even with the (essentially) worthless horses.  The question is how fast I can get to the point of food independence, should I have the wherewithal to do so.  Going to be a lot of work getting it into shape for that, so I have to hope my body won’t give out on me before the systems are built up, and that I can make steady progress toward it as the years pass.

America.