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Hello front camera switchers, and welcome to Big Balaniferous Friday.

balaniferous: Bearing or producing acorns.

 

 

Your model for today was born October 10th, 1988 in Portugal, she stands 5′ 3″ , measures 39-23-34 and 120 lbs.  Please use self-discipline and say hello to Miss Sofia Takigawa!

MMM 338: Single Father Edition

I have all my limbs and thus no excuses.

MMM 324: Still unpacking

But all of my office is finally in my office.

Johnson reveal imminent.

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.

Fishy – in a pos way

The weekend was a bust for fishing. Saturday was the first time I tried to do a little trout fishing in the area I now live. Lots of water, but it’s mainly mud-bottom stuff that non-salmonids do well in but the cold water fish don’t.

MMM 312: show prep

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.

Week 308: Stress

I got stress. Stress makes me overeat or make bad choices, or at least degrades my willpower to the point that I don’t have as an easy time keeping to the plan. Last week was also an experiment in shifting my eating window based on some “circadian rhythm” research that strongly suggests hormonal benefit to earlier eating rather than later eating, assuming one is eating in a time-restricted window. I did it for 7 days, and skipping dinner is much, much harder than skipping breakfast and lunch. I also closed on my construction loan last week (stressor) and had a pre-appeals-board meeting with County Health and Safety. Today I get to call the Department of Environmental Quality to schedule a site visit and talk about my driveway and the pond I’d like to dig. And I’m up 4# from last Monday, which, well, see the earlier part of this paragraph.

I have this same crucifix necklace, but I wear it on a steel chain.

Something is Fishy

So –

I was surfing teh webs and came across an interesting little factoid about the Angler Fish –

There’s an obvious mom joke lurking in there…

MMM 302: Still sick, day 4

Haven’t really been able to have any down time or good sleep, so it’s little wonder that I’m still sick.  Has to be bacterial.  No fever, lots of phlegm, pressure in ears.  I’m just going to drink broth all day and skip all the uppers I had to take to be awake and mobile for Guard Weekend.  I am mostly mobile, just have to take things slow.  I managed to replace a rotten fence post yesterday in spite of it.  My voice is shot, though, and it sounds like I’m yelling because it’s the only way I can talk.  This has already caused one argument with the wife.  SS deadline is 8am today!

This is Anjella Sagra.  Instagram is her job.

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.