First rule of water damage repair: it’s always very problematic. Always.
There is not much difference honestly
Isolation. Being an adult is rather lame.
I quit by dipping. I quit dipping by smoking. fml
Escobarista Beans - Columbia’s next strongest export.
If you’re making this a bit by bit, piece by piece project. Let’s unclog the tub first. Pour a giant ass, I mean giant ass, pot of boiling water down the tub drain. Pour another. Pour another. Better for the environment than draino. Hopefully Your tub should now drain. If not get a snake. Snake the drain. Hopefully now, it drains.
If you wanna piece meal the reno, start with the vanity/sink, then the fixtures, lighting, etc. hang some plants. When you’re ready, tear that S out. Now build it around the vanity/ fixtures you bought.
I pick a pissed off alpha polar bear.
This was the guilty pleasure song a few years ago at the box I where I workout.
I got my sister’s kids hooked on this. They played it for two months straight. Hahaha awesome.
I have a guilty pleasure playlist set to shuffle, so in no particular order:
Ex’s and O’s - Elle King
No Roots - Alice Merton
Bad Guy - Billie Eilish
I Know What Boys Like - The Waitresses
I Want Candy - Bow Wow Wow
Our Lips Are Sealed - The Go-Go’s
I Love It - Icona Pop
I Touch Myself - The Devinyls
Begging For Thread - Banks
L.A.F - BROODS
Royals -Lorde
Easier Than Lying - Halsey
Just Dance - Lady Gaga
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper
Ray of Light - Madonna
Say it Right - Nelly Furtado
I hope you like butt stuff!
“We have it totally under control. It’s one person coming in from China..”
80’s Latchkey kid here. I’ve busted ass on every surface possible either on bmx or a board. Either way, with kneepads at best. Gravel fricking sucks donkey balls when you bust ass. All the cons of dirt with all the cons of pavement.
Disc golf is not too sporty, but it’s still outdoors, and rather social. Walking around in nature, hanging out with friends, maybe with a beer or two, tossing a disc at a basket. It’s fun, it’s easy, and you do get better quickly so buying a new set of disc that come as a backpack, with built in disc organizers, more importantly a cooler as the bottom half.
Keep it. Itbeing in that good looking of shape is a testament to the quality of build. If it were me I’d find some nice 1950’s rod iron accents, and vegetation.
Being the “new kid.” Beating the crap outta a bully with a yo-yo in front of half the class at recess oddly didn’t decrease the “new kid” attention. It in fact added the need for an additional adjective.
Everyone is born an atheist. Some of us got lucky enough to have parents that let us decide our own paths.
Dumbbells, kettlebells, bumper plates, racks, cages… basically most oly-lifting equipment.
It’s a terrible install, I’m sorry. You could minimize the damage by finding a grout color that matches the tile. Get it absolutely as close as a possible match. It’ll hide the flaws so you’d have to be looking hard to find them.
I was a kid in the 80’s and 90’s. Life was real. Bike to school. Smoke a cigarette before class, another at lunch. Bike home, your parents were probably still at work. Pick up the home phone while cooking some ramen noodles and start calling friends. Bike to met friends, somewhere in the woods. Smoke a jay. Jump bikes over whatever. helmets? What the hell are those. Find a stick. Find a rock. Play baseball. Start a small fire. Put it out. Start it again. Smoke a cigarette. Watch small fire smolder out. Bike to quicky-mart. Buy large fountain drink for fifty cents. Distract clerk while friends lift cigarette off the counter. Bike aimlessly through the neighborhoods. See a dead raccoon. Poke it with a stick. Notice mosquitoes coming out, streetlights turning on. Say later to friends. Bike home. Wash smoke smell off hands. Eat dinner with the fam. Ignore the home phone ringing because no one should be calling during dinner except telemarketers. Head to the room to do “homework.” Spend the next two hours doodling while listening to entire albums off a newly acquired 10 CD collection from Columbia House that you got for a penny. Wait for parents to fall asleep. Quietly leave a note on the counter “studying with blah blah blah. Back by curfew.” Hang out under streetlight with closest neighborhood friend. Throw pebbles in the air to try and fool bats. Head back home. Do it again the next day.
How did people live before internet and smartphones? What did they do all day?
Hobbies