Sick Day Coverage for Leon

OK EVERBODY STOP PANICKING. I got dis.

Baby aminals! YAYYY!

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

Enemies of the State

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

Imagine yourself here: Lapeerpalooza TOWMJGM

Right here:

Or, if you’re not the social type, here, off by yourself:

 

Pay no attention to the fact that the deck currently has no rails. That has NOTHING to do with the plans for MJ’s “disappearance”. We’re ordering the wire this week, and hopefully that will be rectified.

Perhaps you’d want to zip around the lake on one of our jet skis!!!  For the low, low price of a glass of wine paid to me, this can happen.

 

My crack mechanic (#2 son Matt)  is at work getting them in top condition as I write:

 

 

We have TOP NOTCH accommodations here at Chez Car in and this can be had at a very reasonable rate **again a nice hearty glass of wine, and whoever needs it/asks first

 

I got a bunch of these cool light things for the deck, but I haven’t figured out how exactly I’m going to put them up:

 

I may try something new while I have guests, and as soon as I figure what this guy is saying I’ll try to whip some of this up. I don’t know how many more times I’m going to have to watch it …

There’s sure to be some awesome music on the deck too as I give everyone a very complete presentation of what’s currently rotating on my playlist.

And don’t forget the real reason for coming to Lapeerpalooza …

 

He’s dirty.

He’s smelly.

But he’s 155 pounds of pure love. Let’s all have a nice round of applause for MOOOOOOSE.

 

(not actual size – this is from last year)

 

Well, i don’t know what the heck else I can do to convince everyone?

Maybe this –  one last picture of moose:

 

 

 

Medium Boob Friday

Hello tucklovers. This week, we pause from our admiration of large breasted women (trigger!) and instead, shift our gaze to those C players–the gals in the middle of the bell curve. Today’s model is, er, a model who has mastered the, ‘I’m not sure why I’m here pose.’ Please give a warm welcome to Sarah McDaniel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 10/10, would smash.

But before we get to the boobs, please to be enjoying a little music from Car in’s favorite band. I wrote this song whilst deep in the woods hunting for Cyn. I was looking and looking and looking and looking…

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The Beatles Suck

For some reason I can’t get this stupid Beatles song out of my head…Revolution. Every time I hear someone spouting off about treason, I think ‘talkin’ bout an execution.’

Louis Guitierrez (D-ICK) is the latest to promise his constituents that when the democrats take back the house he’s going to, “to make sure that I am there to make sure of one thing, that we write those articles of impeachment and take him to trial before the Senate and eliminate him as president of the United States of America.”

That’s some pretty hot chocolate he’s serving. Are we really here? Are we at a place in politics where Sentators–I’m looking at you Tim Kaine– and House Reps wantonly throw around execution as a political end? And just so we’re clear, we’re talking about executing the President and members of his family who are not currently employed by the administration.

It’s been 45 days since Steve Scalise and dozens of others were targeted for political assassination and there are many on the Left that have decided to escalate the Cold Civil War. I won’t even attempt to square the counterfactual circle of how this would have been played if Obama were the target. A brain divided against itself cannot stand.

I know we don’t all agree that Donald J. Trump is the God Emperor we’ve been waiting for. In reality, he worries me a bit, but I’m willing to look past all of his flaws for a few reasons. First, everyone I dislike hates him. Second, he is a giant middle finger to what I believe is a growing chasm in American society. We’re not just divided in politics, but have formed a neatly coded society where it is perfectly acceptable to deride entire swaths of the country to prove allegiance to a social class.  His mere existence as a working man’s hero (a neat little trick in and of itself) spotlights how hollow our supposed intellectual betters have become. Third, he fights. And while I don’t always agree with what or whom he is fighting, I believe parsing every issue as if it has some deep meaning is more wrong. An illegal alien is not an undocumented immigrant.

GND and I have had this long standing conversation about if or when the President is going to be assassinated. She has always been of the opinion that he won’t make it to the end of his term. I have always believed that its not really possible, let alone probable that a crazed Leftist could pull it off.

But I’m starting to waver.

To borrow a refrain from a boring man, ‘Russia called, and they want their foreign policy back.’

 

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