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I woke up this morning to proof of late night visitors.
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Thankfully they weren’t the kind who deploy the anal probe….
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But it does look like they surveyed the Barn Mahal.
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And who could blame them?
Heated winter space with a fully stocked beer fridge is a hard thing to resist for any species…
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But drop what thoust is doing and get thee to the nearest Wal Mart forthwith.
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Yes, that Wal Mart.
And I know, you’ll need to wear blinders or your faith in the human race as a species will spiral down the drain…. but trust me. This time it will be worth it.
Because during a begrudged trip there the other day to buy bird seed since both our local stores were out?
I found this:
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And holy guacamole Batman! There’s a little taste of paradise in every bite. Rich, sweet, and buttery…. I don’t even care if I’ll have to let my pants out at the waist next week.
And if that’s not enough to entice you to walk down Wal Mart’s hallowed halls?
Here’s an added bonus.
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I should win it.
Hands down.
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Because I’ve been looking at this mess for…. count them…. 37 frickin’ days.
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This giant load of useless crap was belched from my husband’s closet in the den on December 8th when he needed to climb up in the attic.
I didn’t bitch, it was a necessity.
And since he had the next 30 days off work because he didn’t take any vacation in 2020, I figured he would deal with it at his leisure.
I was wrong. So very wrong.
I didn’t bitch a week later when it was still there.
But two weeks later? I was bitching silently in my head.
Three weeks later? I was bitching in my sleep.
Four weeks later? I was bitching opening while plotting his slow, but quite painful demise.
It’s only today, 37 frickin’ days later, the day before he goes back to work….
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That he decided to deal with it. Of course it’s not a matter of simply putting things back in the closet. No. That would be too simple. Instead, each and every item must be fully examined and then brought to me for the desired but never realized “Gee, that’s swell. I wish you had 6 more just like it!” response.
Then he leaves the item in front of me with hopes that I’ll look it up and find it’s worth thousands of dollars.
FYI? The Moosehead beer mirror my husband knew was a vintage bar collectible?
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Turned out to be a carnival prize worth $10.
As I type he’s knee deep in a stack of tattered Look magazines from the 60’s.
This clean up may take a while.
Another 37 days is not out of the realm of possibility.
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*Update – 5 hours later? The room is still littered with crap and there’s a ladder in the hallway.
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Good times.
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Correct me if I’m wrong…
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But that has got to be the worst product ever invented. If you want to see me in a homicidal rage? Watch me chase a screaming alarm clock down the hall with a baseball bat at 4:00am.
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Do I need to wrap myself in a life size tortilla?
No. I really don’t.
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A foot hammock.
Because those pillowed neck rolls people wear on airplanes aren’t ridiculous enough.
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Why in the world would I pay for an implement that gives me the hairdo I spend all morning trying to get rid of?
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Read my lips…
I neither have an inner mermaid, nor do I need to find one.
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This.
Because the government doesn’t eat enough of our money as it is.
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My spam folder is definitely getting blue.
And at times? It’s down right crude.
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For example, I found this the other day.
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Resort hopping Part 3… The Eagle Mountain House.
free porn pics of carmen hayes dos teens violently fucked doggy style.
royal doulton vintage clock girl cums during creampie lesbian triangles
meet women for sex dodge center Minnesota free gay foot torture.
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There’s a lot to unpack here, but let’s break it down shall we?
I don’t know who Carmen Hayes is, but I’m thinking perhaps the ASPCA should be notified.
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As you know, the husband and I wander around a lot of antique stores…. but I’m pretty sure I’ve never run across that particular piece of Royal Doulton. Nor do I want to.
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And can someone please enlighten me, because clearly I lead a sheltered life in Maine. What exactly is a sex dodge center? The only mental image I have is dodgeball and that can’t be right. Or is it….
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Free gay foot torture. While I appreciate a good deal as much as the next girl…. I think my bunions and I will have to pass on that.
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I know the picture is bad and you probably can’t read the writing, but this salon I drove by last week?
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Claimed to be The Best Little Hair House in Augusta…. and that made me laugh.
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This is the January squirrel from our new calendar…. and if momma red dons a pair of skis? I’ll be sure to post a picture of that as well.
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I think we’re all entering the new year with a little trepidation, aren’t we…?
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Look!
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Our contractor does exist! I even caught him putting on the third coat of polyurethane.
And I had to take this picture as well, because the husband is so thrilled he’s going to have a bar?
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He walks out there everyday and communes with it.
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Before the snow fell, our resident rodent pest from Hell. red squirrel was busy.
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Stealing seed from the birds and apples from the deer.
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Seeds were stuffed in every conceivable hole and our deck looked like a fruit salad exploded.
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But after the first snow storm?
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She was a happy camper.
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And remembered most of her stash spots.
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Im sure that fruit tasted good.
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She’s annoying.
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But clever.
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Yes, I’ve done it.
I’ve found the perfect work out routine for my inner couch potato. And if, like me….. your idea of strenuous exercise is slicing another lime for your margarita rim?
Rejoice! And read on.
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Four seconds of intense intervals, repeated until they amount to a minute of total exertion, led to rapid improvements in strength and fitness in middle-aged and older adults.
In what is probably the definitive word on how little exercise we can get away with, a new study finds that a mere four seconds of intense intervals, repeated until they amount to about a minute of total exertion, lead to rapid and meaningful improvements in strength, fitness and general physical performance among middle-aged and older adults.
I have often written about the potential benefits of brief, high-intensity interval training, or H.I.I.T., an approach to exercise that consists of quick spurts of draining physical effort, followed by rest, with the sequence repeated multiple times. In studies, short H.I.I.T. workouts typically produce health gains that are equal to or more pronounced than much longer, gentler workouts.
But the ideal length of the intervals in these workouts has been unsettled. Researchers studying H.I.I.T. agree that the optimal interval span should stress our muscles and other bodily systems enough to jump-start potent physiological changes but not so much that we groan, give up and decline to try that workout ever again. In practice, those dueling goals have led H.I.I.T. scientists to study intervals ranging from a protracted four minutes to a quickie 20 seconds.
But Ed Coyle, an exercise physiologist at the University of Texas in Austin, and his graduate assistant Jakob Allen suspected that even 20-second spurts, performed intensely, might exceed some exercisers’ tolerance. So, he decided to start looking for the shortest possible interval that was still effective.
And in the new study, which was published this week in Medicine & Science in Sports & Exercise, he and his colleagues settled on a blink-swift four seconds.
To test that idea, the researchers turned initially to eight healthy college students, asking them to sprint on the bikes for four seconds periodically throughout the day, to see if these short, strenuous workouts would counteract some of the undesirable metabolic effects of sitting all day and eating poorly. They did, as I wrote about in April.
But that study focused on robust, young adults and repeated, if diminutive, workouts sprinkled throughout the day. The scientists now wondered if a more practical, single session of four-second sprints would be enough exercise to improve health and fitness in out-of-shape adults well past their college years.
So, they recruited 39 of them, men and women aged 50 to 68 who were sedentary but had no other major health concerns. They tested the volunteers’ current aerobic fitness, muscular power and mass, arterial flexibility, and ability to perform what are called “activities of daily living,” such as getting up out of a chair.
The volunteers began visiting the performance lab three times a week. There, they completed a brief workout of repeated four-second intervals on the lab’s specialized bikes. At first, they sprinted for four seconds, with Dr. Allen calling out a second-by-second countdown, followed by 56 seconds of rest, repeating that sequence 15 times, for a total of 60 seconds of intervals.
Over two months, though, the riders’ rest periods declined to 26 seconds and they increased their total number of sprints to 30 per session.
At the end of eight weeks, the scientists retested everyone and found substantial differences. On average, riders had increased their fitness by about 10 percent, gained considerable muscle mass and strength in their legs, reduced the stiffness of their arteries and outperformed their previous selves in activities of daily living, all from about three to six minutes a week of actual exercise.
A majority of the volunteers also told the researchers during follow-up interviews that they enjoyed the workouts and would continue them, if possible, Dr. Coyle said.
The upshot, he said, is that these intervals, despite being as brief as possible, effectively boosted health and fitness in ordinary adults.
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Four seconds?
I think even I might be able to handle that.
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Because we all need a little chortle now and then.
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I hear ya sister.
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This is a brilliant idea.
I shall be cc’ing the CDC immediately.
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That’s pretty much been our last 10 months. You?
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Rode hard and put away wet.
Yup.
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This is almost too true to be funny.
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Wish that happened when I tried it.
Though I do firmly believe in sanitizing from the inside out when it comes to tequila….
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No, not my marriage. Though after the year long storage barn to man cave extraordinaire remodel you’d be well within your rights to think that.
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No, I’m speaking of the actual bar construction . The interior has been walled in….
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And after being given 2 coats of stain and 2 coats of polyurethane… the top is looking pretty spiffy. (Our contractor elf says he wants 3 more coats of poly and sanding just to be safe.)
So the next question was, what to do with the inside walls. Stain? Paint? Leave bare? We love the black accents scattered throughout the room so we gave black a moment’s thought…. and held up a black sheet to get a visual.
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But the way the bar is laid out, you’d only see a small portion of black as you walked in the door, so it didn’t balance.
And with that much stain on the bar, I just couldn’t see trying to match it. So for now we’re leaving it bare.
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And besides, the mini fridge will be in there.
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Here? The husband’s choice.
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There? My preferred spot.
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But most likely here.
Because after he settled it in that corner? He informed me his next purchase will be a kegerator… which will be placed right in the middle.
(Remember when I said I wasn’t talking about the end of my marriage being in sight?
I may need to rethink that.)
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