Chop, chop, chopped off six inches of hair.
Going to do some Game of Thrones fan art either tonight or tomorrow. Should start seeing some more cooking and food photography soon as my family is moving back, and I’ll actually have someone to cook for.
-7 tire flips (THE TIRE IS 550 POUNDS.)
-1 lap run
-7 Plank jacks with a resistance band
-7 twelve pound wall balls with a squat
-7 Farmer’s carry with two 20 pound kettle bells
-4 stairs run with 20 pound sandbags
-7 combat push ups
~Repeat seven times
And then cry. Cry a lot.
Add in an hour of boxing and an entire day of naps.
My go-to pose for literally everything is flexing my bicep.
Especially when at the bar. I am an embarrassment.
One hour total body weights, one hour boxing, and tire flipping- just for good measure. Tire grease everywhere.
Dog and I bonding over Cooking Channel.
Who needs a dude who loves like a dog when I have a dog who loves like himself.
Redyed red. Like, fire engine red. All the red washed out the first time I had it done, so I figured I’d just fuck around with it myself. Success.
I’d like to draw something, but I haven’t really been inspired by much lately. Bah.
Surprise! I’m a redhead. Also, I have a stalker at work. What’s new with you guys?