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Floating Floor: Tongue and Groove

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So, I ended up having to move into an apartment. After weeks of searching, I choose one. It isn't perfect but it'll do. The one major drawback was the carpeting in the bedrooms. I have no bloody idea why anyone would want carpeting. It's manky, smells funky, hard to keep clean, and if you are like me, full of allergens. Can you tell I flat out HATE carpeting.  So what to do? I had an idea about vinyl flooring, the tongue and groove style. I watch WAY too many HGTV shows. But I had wondered if it was something that could be put over carpet. So I google it. Sure enough, how to go about it depends on the pile, the thickness and depth of the carpet. I thought I had a high pile carpet, so I was looking at getting wood planks as the subfloor and then laying the vinyl tongue and groove planks over it. My mum looked at the carpet and told me it was low pile. That was great as I didn't have to buy huge 8 feet by 4 feet wood planks (and figure out how to get them to the flat). Af

Coulter Buick on Camelback in Phoenix

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It's hard to find a good mechanic now a days. Back in the day, you had a guy that you knew and trusted and never had to go anywhere else. One avoided dealerships like the plague. They were wicked over priced, the workers were condescending patronizing cockwaffles, and it was not a place you wanted to spend all day in. Gladly, that changed for me when my car started doing things I could not fix nor my Buck guy, Mr. Harry.  2019: I owned a 2002 Buick Century, Betsy, the best car in the world. Drove her all over tarnation, I did. She's good for hauling camping equipment, fire wood, and dogs. I even drove her thru the King Range in Norcal to get to Shelter Cover. I loved her with all my heart. But she was old. Many parts had to be replaced. Hell, I replaced one of the shocks myself (with the help of my Buick guy Mr. Harry). I had replaced the motors on the windows multiple times. I was really learning a lot from Mr. Harry about maintenance, and taking apart and putting together Bet

Primafreshia Keto

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Sometimes I get bored and like to try bizzare things I see on adverts. Primafreshia Keto was one. For about $5 it touts helping put your body into Keto to lose stored fat. Why not. I blow more than $5 at the dollar store mindlessly buying snacks. So I place my order. Order page comes up and some random coffee cleanse has been added. Now the total is a shade over $10. No worries. I do a deeper dig and find out there is a monthly recurring charge for $89.99! Oh, it wasn't anywhere on the landing page or order page, or even in the email they sent. I found it on Reddit. So I call the customer service number. I hear... I'm driving right now so I can't... then a click. Line goes dead. Ok. Covid. People working from home. I call back and the nice lady starts her pitch. No. No. I don't care about the pitch. Fact is, nowhere did it mention a recurring charge. NOWHERE! She informs me I can't cancel the charge until I receive the product. Wouldn't it be nice if things were

Tombstone Arizona

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  Looking for a nice day trip out of Phoenix or Tucson, Arizona? Then try Tombstone, Az. Yup, THAT Tombstone. The movie Tombstone starring Val Kilmer, Kurt Russell, and Bill Paxton was partially shot in the area. It's mega easy to get to Tombstone. Take the I10 south to Benson and pick up I80 North. Google Maps suggests that it takes about 3.5 hours from Phoenix, but if you drive super slow and stop a lot, I guess it  does. It took us 3 hours 20 minutes leaving from Buckeye, AZ and stopping for potty and coffee. The town of Tombstone is actually "real". There is a school district and everything. The old timey western part of the town is a strip of "downtown" and a few blocks to both sides. Less than 1500 people live in Tombstone today. Tombstone does nestle between Benson and Bisbee, with Benson being the nearest town with modern amenities like chain grocery stores and "brand name" gas stations.  So, what can you do in Tombstone? Well, shucks! Fun da

Gary Works

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First came the rumbling. It was like the Earth's tummy wanted a meal that was long overdue. Then came the sonic boom. Most eyes looked north or west or east; all turned toward Gary. The thoughts of most people in the area were never if there was an explosion at the factories, but when. Sure, small explosions happened from time to time. Noxious gasses erupted and escaped. Grain feed storage tanks exploded. A few times, a train would derail and chemicals would spill. But "the big one". The "great white buffalo" of explosions, the explosions of legend and myth. That day was today. Down to a woman there were tongue clicks of disapproval, scowls and wrinkled noses due to the smell, and a general malaise as people took note, stored it in memory, and went on with their business ignorant of what really happened in Gary, until it was to late to do anything but die.  Portage Whitney's asthma was playing up, had been all day. She seemed to reel and gasp for air. Her

James and Galatians

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One never thinks that life will go awry. One wakes up, engages in the morning routine, is cordial to the spouse and children, pops off to work, spends one fourth of their time in mindless drudgery, meanders home in a zombie-like state, is cordial to the spouse and children, partakes in a meal (ritualistic of course), engages in the evening routine, goes to sleep, repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat, ad nauseum. That is the entirety of the adult human lifespan.             “Things. Don’t. Go. Awry.” Jane kept repeating this to herself as if it was a mantra. Jane, the dutiful daughter, minding the Diner for her parents. Things don’t go awry. Jane, voted most likely to succeed, her dark and set jaw, always working and reworking math problems for herself and her friends in the high school calculus class. Things. Don’t. Go. Awry. Jane, part-time babysitter, always making time to watch the neighborhood kids; infants her specialty. Things. Don’t. Go. Awry. Jane, tall, statuesque, lean, skin the