Look at this treasure I found in my old Pre AP English book! This was from the 11th grade, so about 20 years ago!!!
Good to know my handwriting is still awful. A teacher called it chicken scratch once.
If you are wondering why it was called pre AP, we had that level for juniors before going into AP class your senior year and hopefully passing the test which would grant you roughly around 3 hours of college credit. My eleventh grade teacher at the time wasn’t my biggest fan and I remember her telling me to find other hobbies other than writing. I just wasn’t that good to her.
I went on to pass that AP test with a 4 and got my 3 hours so I didn’t have to sit through boring 101 English in college. I’m not sure if that’s how it is done still.
Anyways, cool find. Boy I drifted off on that one…
You can’t just turn everything to make it tighten. You think you can because… righty tighty lefty loosey.
That doesn’t always work for things like a hand towel holder that sudden rattles because it is coming off the holder. You’d think you would just tighten the damn thing by turning it multiple times till it stops turning. Duh.
If only life were so easy.
Unfortunately this doesn’t work. It also doesn’t work on one of the handles for a toilet paper roll holder. That problem too, the handle jiggles ugh, will not resolve itself by just freaking turning it a few times.
Upon closer inspection… and I won’t tell you what I was doing when I found this tip out, but apparently little gnomes inserted small screws at the base of the holders that you have to take off to access a back screw that is holding the handle and holders in place! This screw is so small it is obviously made in the world of PainInMyAss…
Long story long, I fixed two home projects. What did you do this week?
When I was around sixteen years old my older brother found out I occasionally smoked cigarettes. We would often smoke one or a cigar while playing golf because we got a small buzz, it was fun, and it felt cool.
My brother proceeded to give me one of my more memorable Christmas presents, a carton of smokes, which I immediately returned minus one square. I think I even remember saying, “gee… thanks bro, but I’ll never smoke all these in my entire life!” Ah the naivety of youth.
When I went to Korea in the year 2000, I was still an occasional smoker and I found two brands in Korea called Time and This that I loved!
Yesterday guess what I saw in our local H Mart?
I don’t smoke cigs much these days, only in Vegas and at work sometimes, but I had to buy this pack when I saw it!
I’ve had many people I’ve called friend in my past. I have many close friends in my life. I don’t talk to many of them often and I don’t visit home that much.
I’ve run from demons in my past, the kind that chase you in your dreams. They walk among you in the day and I can see them even today. Those sights I see are home to me and a home I’ll never have.
Home is where you are, or at least that’s what they say. Home to me, home is here in Colorado for now.
You shouldn’t ever feel like you owe someone something in friendship. If you borrow money it is a different story, but that’s why you try not to allow money to ever be a factor in friendship. Don’t ever loan someone money unless you truly want to see how strong your friendship is when that dirty rotten thieving bastard doesn’t pay you back that money you specifically counted out for him from the stack of cash you went to the bank in the freezing cold to get for him… err.