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.


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MMM 311: Just the goods

I managed to get behind on work over the weekend, so today will be quick.

Looks warm there.


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MMM 310: Shovelling in the dark

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.


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MMM 307: running low

The binders, that is.  Also, work is going to be weird this week.  We were supposed to be doing a huge thing that required travel and burning disks and now that’s in a Puerto Rican warehouse.

Matching outfit.


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MMM 306: The first real Monday

Since last week’s Monday was basically a bye week for Monday enthusiasts, as was the week before that, I’m calling this the first real Monday of 2018.  You don’t read my defunct blog, and shouldn’t, but I posted some goals there for the year.

Today’s pilates workout:

Going to follow that up with my normal calisthenics at some point, maybe just treat this as a dynamic warmup.  I think this would be plenty if I didn’t also want big gunz.

Ikea shopper.


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MMM 305: New Year, Old You

Let’s face it, you’re not going to change.  You’ll wimp out, make excuses, and stop trying to improve yourself sometime around Thursday of this week, assuming you were “resolved” (HA!) to do anything of the sort.  That’s just the kind of person you are.  And that’s okay, right?  I mean it kind of has to be, since it’s essentially set in stone.

Did that make you mad?  Make you want to object, say something angry to me and possibly about my mother?   Good.  That’s anger, the good kind.  You gotta be so disgusted with the way things are that you’ll utterly refuse to accept it, and anger is an essential part of that.  Use that.  Be enraged at the schlub you don’t want to be, and kick that bad crap out of your life and yourself.

Do girls still get bellybutton jewelry, or is that finally going out of style?


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MMM 304: Almost Christmas

Today’s Pilates Workout:

Looks really hard.  I might die.  Or get toned bunz.  We can’t know.

Pre-contest-stage selfie


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MMM 303: SS Update

I had originally hoped to do The Opening this coming Sunday, but that makes the whole thing feel a little too compressed.  Christmas itself is the next Monday, I’m blocked the weekend, and I’m guessing turn out would be low on Friday the 22nd.  Can we plan to do this in the evening (7pm) on Thursday the 21st?



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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.


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