Yes, it’s that time of the week, when you have to put up with J’Ames’ bullshit.
Pupper Post
The one that roped us in … LOOK AT THAT DOG! Is that not the cutest dog you’ve ever seen?
On the ride home. She really looks super upset about being torn away from her family.
Side eye. She doesn’t trust you guys.
This is what she looks like from the top.
They obviously can’t stand each other.
What happens when you add ANOTHER NEWFIE? Graham is taller, and thinner than Moose (and is my nephew’s dog). As you can see, they get along horribly.
This is Moose when I took him to the do -it-yourself doggie place.
The Oschi.
Poor dog – shouldn’t have that many issues. But she was as sweet as can be despite that.
Remember when Leon used to do Mushroom stuff? I found this out by my chicken coop – looked like a portabella to me. Weird.
On last picture – me and Ian at the show last week:
No Rush
So you swine will have to wait a lil’ while.
Here’s some inspirational posters to help you along.
Saturday Boom Boom
Good morning, shmoopties! Finally gonna work on the garden after so many weeks of being kidnapped and forced to eat seafood on my days off this Summer. Just gonna take it down and get it tucked away for next Spring.
Boom usually refers to an onomatopoeic word for the sound that an explosion makes. Boom may also refer to:
Objects
- Boom (containment), a temporary floating barrier used to contain an oil spill
- Boom (navigational barrier), an obstacle strung across a navigable stretch of water to control or block navigation
- Boom (sailing), spar at the foot of a sail on a sailboat
- Boom (windsurfing), a wishbone shaped piece of windsurfing equipment
- Boom (ship), a type of Arab sailing vessel
- Log boom, a barrier placed in a river
- Boom, the lifting part of a crane
- Boom microphone, used by a boom operator to record sound
- Boom, the rear fuselage of an aircraft, as in twin boom
Yeah so then there are other kinds of Boom. Booyah! The kind we like.
Not a big fan of some kinds of boom. YMMV, I’m getting old for this crap.
This is more like it but nah.
Then here’s some better Boom, because I kind of dig Fergie.
“I’m interested in the subject matter, but not that interested,” he explained during a panel at the Tribeca TV festival.
Not sure that’s a recipe for success, but I guess we’ll see.
Whatever, goatlovin’ jackasses.
This concludes our short roundup of what happens on the first page when you put the word ‘boom’ in duckduckgo’s search engine and press ‘Enter.’ Or, as you Boomers still call it, ‘Return.’ Can you still hear the sliding of the carriage, Clarice?
Have a delightful weekend and I hope you all get some Saturday BoomBoom.
Update with thanks to Jimbro: This is the kind of boom I woke up to this morning.
Bad Week to be a Leftie
Man, it sure has sucked to be a leftie this last week or so. Outdone by Donny Two Scoops, the single biggest idiot ever to populate the White House (their words).
MMM – Car-in’s version because Possum is sick
First a bit of motivational music- this is a real toe tapper.
Let’s see who I have in my binders of women.
The woman on the left is doing a chest to bar, which … bad-ass.
This looks pretty hard-core too, but I don’t want to try it.
The dreaded wall balls. I hates them.
Kettlebells are good.
The way I feel after most workouts.
See? Kettlebells are hard. This is kettlebell girl.
Are you motivated? I am.
/side note – I’m happy to see that “beer tree farm” has made it to our categories. Well played.
Closing song:
Update: I can’t believe I didn’t include this!
The Post From Ipanema
The first time I ever heard the song “The Girl From Ipanema” was on an album by a 90’s band but I forget the name at this point It’s been covered countless times so it’s anyone’s guess who it was. I thought it was a Yo La Tengo album called Fakebook. It’s an album of cover songs! When I went to find the song I discovered it was not that one. Still a great album worth a listen.
Let’s try this one from the lovely and talented Elise Trouw
Schmatterday
The days are excruciatingly short here in the Northeast right now. Typically what happens is that it gets to be full dark around 4:30 PM, and then we start yawning at 5:30, after which follows this few hours of limbo existence where we don’t feel like doing much of anything, but we still force ourselves to stay up, so we don’t wake up in the middle of the night.
It sucks harder than your mom, and I think we all know how talented and strong she has become with her many years of intense training.
This is a lazy post which will conclude with a series of humorous images. There will be no pie. However, complimentary coffee and juice are available in the lobby.
That’s it. Have a great day.
Proof That God Loves Trump: The Women in His Life
I don’t care how fat, purple haired, and poorly tattooed you are…if you don’t think Melania Trump is beautiful, there’s something wrong with your brain. Everyone pretended to love and was eerily forced to affirm that Moochelle was radiant and smart while neither were really true. She’s a dog and everyone knows it. Melania, on the other paw, is intelligent, well spoken, and fiercely protective of her family. She has class, which we sorely need.
Proof that god loves Trump: Melania
A sarcastic or vengeful god would have given Trump a more Chelsea-esque daughter to mock his obvious love of himself. But instead, our benevolent creator granted him with not one, but two lovely female offspring. Ivanka and Tiffany are warm, funny, intelligent, and dedicated to their families. They don’t need a PR campaign or obviously fake attempts to appear as insert-consultant-generated-words-to-convey-humanity-here to their fellow countrymen. And they both look good in leather pants, which is more than we can say for Chubble.
Proof that God loves Trump: His daughters
And lastly, there is no greater gift to a politician than a good foil. As I’ve often said, there’s only one person that Trump could have beaten to become President, and there’s only one person that Hillary could have lost to. No matter the situation, she appears robotic, tone deaf, scripted, and always attempts to lie when the simple truth will do. Dropped something on your foot or stubbed a toe? Nope! She was running down the stairs, coffee cup in hand, shouting important orders to an unnamed underling. Pass out and get chucked into van like a side of beef? She’s just fine! It’s a lovely Spring day and why look here! A random child to hug which will make a splashy picture! She’s so strong and brave to stand upright in this unrelenting 68 degree heat!
Hillary is a Christmas nightmare. The terrible gift that just keeps giving.
Proof that God loves Trump: Hillary Rodham Clinton
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