MMM 324: Still unpacking

But all of my office is finally in my office.

Johnson reveal imminent.

MMM 322: Hot wire

So the solar box we’d initially bought to power the horse fence lasted approximately one day installed, then stopped delivering the requisite zap. So yesterday I dug a 60′ trench, buried the cable, and now our new fence is on-grid and the solar box is hopefully going back to the factory for a stern talking-to.  Fortunately (?), all four equines are still with us.  Still lots and lots of unpacking to do, but I’ve got Thursday and Friday off this week as a gap between contracts.  Should be plenty of time.

High-waisted.

BBF

Hello two for ones, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

 

Your model for today was floated by Jimbro, she is a talented pianist and composer, born July 3rd, 1985 in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. Please slow your roll and say hello to Miss Lola Astanova!

 

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 318: 13 days

And then of course I get to unpack it all, which is going to suck all of the balls.

Leetle tiny shorts.

MMM 317: Buying the farm

For the second time, no less.

Pretty hair.

Nap Time Ends…And Once Again, I’m Bouncing ’round the Room

You people are old, I’m sure you can back me up on this: naps are pretty goddamn important.

Lets say you have a future little Alpha and you want to make sure he sleeps through the night. What to do? Well, it turns out that you have to put that little man down for 3, possibly 4 naps a day.

You want him to be less cranky? Nap that bish.

You need to do the dishes from last week’s fish fry? Nappy McNapatron.

You want to try to have rushed, awkward sex like xbrad in a flock of sheep when the sheepdog is grabbing a smoke? Nap time.

Jeez o’ Pete, why doesn’t someone give you a book when you take the baby home called, ‘Napping, a Guide to 21st Century Parenting, You Dumbfuck.’

You spend hours in parenting classes and they tell you that a little warmer for the butt wipes is a total waste of money (not true). They tell you that if you’re baby sleeps on his stomach certain death will follow (not true). They tell you that a baby doesn’t bounce (somewhat true).

But what they don’t tell you is that there’s a very simple equation for peach on earth:

Quality of Night Sleep (possibly getting laid) = Nap1(mins) x Nap2 (mins) x Nap3 (mins)

Jerks!

Anyway, if you want to see a new pic go to the POL tab and scroll down to the most handsome bastard this side of Brad Pitt’s mirror. He’s holding a baby.

MMM 316: Contingencies

Something was missing document-wise for my buyer’s buyers on Friday, so that closing is now happening today, supposedly.  We shall see.

Aaaaaalmost too racy for WP.

MMM 315: end DST

Because it was just starting to be light in the mornings when I got up, and now that’s shot to hell for a month at least.

What’s she looking at?

MMM 313: Worn out

Don’t sell a house you live in.  Emptying it is so much easier than getting it pretty enough for pictures.

This sweater is small and impractical.