I hope I am not the only one who has no idea what in the world a pea shingle is? My father said he found a bunch in the garage and I could have them if I wanted. The only problem is, is that I haven’t a clue what they are for. If I was to come out and ask him that question he would most likely look at me with disappointment. I swear he expects me to know everything single thing he does. Most of the time I do, but other times I am just as clueless as a toddler. For my sake though I should probably go over to his house and ask because maybe they are worth money. I am running a little behind in rent so I could just about use every penny offered to me by anyone. Especially my father. He always finds a way to help me in a time of need.
To be honest, there is nothing worse than being broke. However, when you are unable to support yourself it is hard to find opportunity. Day after day you move through life trying to make ends meet, you look everywhere trying to find that golden opportunity.
When this happened to me, instead of feverishly searching for the answer to my money problems I took a minute to think: happiness or money? I wanted both, so I made a business plan for myself. I became my product and my abilities became my asset.
Once I had my options in fleshed out on paper, pursuing them was easy. My steps and calculation insured my movement in the right direction. Before I knew it, the stone path I had been walking for most of my life changed to golden gravel before my very eyes.
Abby is an old friend of mine. I use the word “old” not only in referrence to the duration of our friendship, but also the length of time we’ve been on this planet.
Social events have always been enjoyable for us, but in the past few years things began to change. Her obvious hearing loss was making participation difficult. Slowly I became Abby’s “personal parrot”, repeatedly giving her instant replays of what she misunderstood.
Many times I urged her to have her hearing tested, but she stubbornly ignored my pleas. Finally she agreed. Of course she failed the test and was fitted with Stockport hearing aids.
We were both ecstatic with the results.
A few days later, after the initial excitement had worn off, Abby’s smiling face turned serious. She leaned toward me and said, “I am very concerned about you.” “Why do you keep repeating yourself?”
My wedding is in October and I could not be more excited to be marrying the father to my son and the love of my life. However planning a wedding is tough! There are a lot of variables and details that go into planning a wedding that I was not aware of. So far I have my venue booked, my bakery and cake picked out, buffet menu in place, and purchased my shoes. I plan on losing a few extra pounds before I even begin to look at dresses.
My next big vendor to work with: the florist Harrogate. I checked out some websites of local businesses to decide who had the arrangements I liked the most. I found a flower shop who has used orchids in their bouquets. Naturally, that is the one I had to go with since orchids are my favorite! I can’t wait to get to work planning my bouquet!
Making a backyard mini golf course is a fun way to entertain your kids and their friends. Using just a portion of your yard using your own grass will keep the cost to a minimum. Now if you want to add sand traps to your course, using silica sand is a great option. It is a good quality sand for many types of jobs.
It is easy to get and will look great. You can also use this sand to add accents around the mini golf course. Using it for a top coat in some flower patches around the outside of the course will add a nice touch. If you are not really a flower person, you can add little statues or gnomes for a bit of a masculine look.
After 30 years of fretting over making his company solvent, selling stuff like NCR books, Kinko’s founder Paul Orfalea retired as chairman of the board.
The irrepressible Orfalea also wanted to set the record straight on one aspect of Kinko’s lore. That is to say that the Kinko’s name emanated from his nickname.
“I’ve never told anybody this story before,” Orfalea said. “I never told anybody because I just thought of it now. ”This is how I got the nickname.
Orfalea continued: “I had a roadside vegetable stand in Pasadena where we sold corn. I worked my way through college with that vegetable stand. They used to call me Kink Head in college because of my kinky hair; either Kink or Head.
“People would come by the stand and ask, ‘What kind of corn is this?’” Orfalea continued. “We didn’t know. So my friend said this is Kinko’s corn.”
If you have never seen the wonders that green screens can add to a home or office setting, you will be as amazed like I was at first. My business associate and long time friend, told me about their plans to have one installed as am indoor instant garden setting, for use where they had their business meetings. At the preview meeting, there was an real looking background that created an instant garden scene that was projected onto the chroma key background behind them. They used streaming video and a variety of interesting special effects, but that was all just part of the most amazing scenery the room full of viewers had ever witnessed. It all interacted with my friend’s presentation live and seamlessly. It was really one of the most amazing things I had ever witness, plus the images were projected with all the clarity expected from high definition.
When my sister moved to Santa Cruz from the Midwest, we all teased her about it. We joked she would become a hippie chick and end up living in a commune and date nothing but surfer dudes.
So when I visited her and she picked me up wearing a flowing paisley dress and sandals, even though it was already October, I couldn’t helo but laugh. He apartment, with its colorful paper lanters and view of the tattoo parlor across the street, didn’t help.
But after my first day exploring the town I could definitely see the attraction. We wandered the boardwalk, took a scenic bicycle ride along the coast, and pampered ourselves with a pedicure and thai massage Manchester. I tought about the predicted snowfall I would be returning to in a few short days, and I had to admit that becoming a hippie might not be so bad after all!