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.
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?
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!
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.
Gotta get the house ready for pictures this week. Taking a carload of boxes and a cat to parents’ house next weekend. Have to go check for trapped varmints as soon as I publish this poat. Woo!
Locker room selfie.
I managed to get behind on work over the weekend, so today will be quick.
Looks warm there.
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.
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.
Because this is a classy place
&
I am most assuredly a classy guy –
Some Music:
Some Poetry:
“”Sing, sweet bird, I kneen nat where thou art!”
This Nicholas anon let fle a fart
As greet as it had been a thonder-dent
That with the strook he was almost yblent (blinded)
And he was ready with iron hoot
And Nicholas ammyd the ers he smoot.[7]”
Some Art: (no not that kind)
The Official Sports Team of The Hostages
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