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Using bevel on holes makes it mush easier to insert axles.
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2) Press 'W' to bring up the Specials menu.
3) Select 'Bevel'.
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Tuesday Tips
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In the past, I recommended baby wipes for removing makeup. After all, if it's safe enough to use on a baby's bottom, then it should be safe to use on your face.
Friday evening, when I was ready to take off my makeup, I discovered I was out of baby wipes. I remembered that in the recent past,
Sorry to have been absent from Flicker for so long. I've gotten horribly behind on processing photos. I've been out of town every other week all summer long, and barely have time to catch up on work the week that I'm back before I head out again.
This is Tip; he's owned by a friend who trains with the same handler I train with. It was taken in June at the first sheepdog trial I ever entered (with Spain, who did me proud). Here you see him running a pro-Novice course (outrun, lift, fetch, drive, and pen).
We've been extremely lucky this summer, with weather that's rarely too hot for running dogs in trials or training them. Not at all your typical mid-Atlantic unbearably hot and hazy summer!!!
This is one of my friends in math who was COMPLEATELY entertained by making a shadow puppet of a bunny on her desk and making it eat a shadow carrot :) I love the attitude in that class. Everyone hates everyone who hates the teacher who hates the students :) It's hilarious. The bunny thing is also slightly ironic because our teacher's name is Mrs. Rabbitt :)
I had the weird block day today where it goes Lit, Instructional Focus, French, then Math. I just kinda blocked out the day and my family situation. I was oddly numb at school today again.
I went home and watched curling for 3 hours, I'm addicted now :) I get why it's in the olympics. It's a precision sport - like shooting.
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As a release I'm going to share more about my grandmother. She hasn't passed yet, but I'm still nervous for the call. It could be minutes, it could be days, it could even be weeks.
The house was a medium sized one, a bit big for two but perfect for visitors. The driveway had this steep incline that had a small yard to the right of it with a lush green yard (which is my favorite part about northern Kentucky/ Southern Ohio, their thick, vibrant green grass which is so much better than the short, yellow-green prickly grass in North GA) but they always kept the front yard cut short like Georgia grass :/. I distinctly remember once burning an ant with a magnifying glass there after I saw it the cartoon "Billy and Mandy". The front of the house was wood paneled brown with big generic bushes in the front. There was an adorable little patio in the front though, with a rocking outdoor metal bench. But nobody used the front door anyway so I only saw it when I went exploring when I was younger. Exploring was my main form of entertainment when I was there, and most times I was alone because the parents would b talking and my brother would be playing his video games, again.
When we would get to their house, we would park our car ( a brown suburban back then) on the little extra slab of concrete towards the gardening shed in front of thier garage. The musty garage always smelled of fertilizer and had this 70's earthy green colored door with a fidgety golden round doorhandle that led to the house. In the entrance of the house, there was a brown plastic doormat that said "WELCOME in a little square in the center with a fake dasiy in the upper right corner. The door itself was a brown metal swinging door with another fidgetly straight black doorhandle. When you walked in there was a washer and dryer on the left, the green door on the right, and next to the green door was a brown door directly facing the entrance leading to the basement.
On the left, after passing the washers, was a doorframe opening to the kitchen. The kitchen was probably the brightest part of the house (obviously the room Grandma Kitty spent most of her time in). The counters were covered with a modest yellow-brown linoleum and pine cabinets. There was always a tiny white televison in the left corner with a remote smaller than a credit card :). The TV was situated over the drawer that opened up to be a swiveling cabinet that held most of her spices and (our favorite, my brother and I) these little cinnamon red hots. It was an easy form of entertainment for an 8 year old to push it around and around and around. On the left length of cabinet that formed at the corner held the big metal sink, with a window situated in front of it to look over her small garden, The dishwasher to the left of that, and even further left was the white generic fridge, covered with embarrassing baby pictures of Kyle and I, pictures at my parents wedding, Plenty of pictures of "Denny" (my dad), pictures of my kinda weird 2nd cousins (on grandpa Alan's side of the family) and a picture of grandma doing something fun with lots of people and always slightly too dressy. There were occasional "inspirational" magnets and business card-size advertisement magnets. All the pictures were secured with either the cliché alphabet magnets, pretty much any neon plastic cutsie
Magnet, or they were secured with plain magnets wide as a penny and about 1 centimeter thick.
There was this one magnet though, that I loved to play with whenever I went there. It was a walnut shell that had a tiny felt pink circle glue tipped to the "point" of the shell, a 3 inch piece of black yarn glued to the opposite "round" side, two grey felt raindrop shaped pieces glued on the top facing the "pointy" side with these two pink smaller pieces of felt glued on top of the grey ones, and lastly two black dots below each grey/pink felt piece. It was a little walnut shell mouse :)
The fridge was about as exciting as mayonnaise. In fact it usually had boiled eggs, something pickeled and gross, and mayonnaise. Every Christmas time though, they would have a small container of Egg Nog. Not like the "reduced fat" or "diet" kind my parents bought. No, this was the artery blocking, sugar packed, thick, traditional stuff :)
Throughout the kitchen were the occasional pottery pieces that Grandma would paint at her ceramics classes. (I've somehow collected many over the years). They were birds or flowers. It was "Precious Moments" type of pottery. In the center of her kitchen was this little island with these out-of-style round barstools that were made out of a white metal and ugly pastel blue/pink tweed like cushions. But to 8 year old me in that boring house, they were practically roller coasters.
Over to the right of the kitchen area of the room was a yellow pine dining table with "Country Home" type placemats and matching napkins held together by silver napkin rings. The table itself sat about 8, 3 on the sides and one chair at both ends. When we would have our 2 yearly visits (one in summer and one around christmastime) we would always have our "nice dinner" there. I usually consisted of a Spiral sliced ham, deviled eggs, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, green beans with dill, sliced tomatoes from grandmaw kitty's garden, turkey, and maybe some applesauce or baked rolls. All the food as served on these "nice" ceramic plates that had these printed black and white drawn country scenes on them with maybe the barn painted red and the birds painted yellow. They had these rock heavy glasses that were sort of octagon-sided, but of course Kyle and I never got them because we were children :).
We always played this game there called "Left Right Center" once dinner was over. Dad or Kyle always seemed to win. Though I remeber the one time I won, I had a handful of dimes won from the pot that jingled in my suitcase the whole ride home. I felt like a millionaire :)
On the wall right to the entrace if entering, there was this enormous oak cabinet with 6 or 7 shelves and glass doors with a mirrored back. It held just some of grandma's porcolen colletibles, china plates, crystal, "Precious Moments" figurines, her painted pottery with scenes of bunnies and birds, woodland animals shaped like cartoons smiling with overalls on. Little figures like that COVERED the house. Everywhere you went there would be a woodland critter smiling up at you, in overalls.
Facing the cabinet, to the left of it was this doorframe leading to this blindingly white room. It was like a nice living room that no one used and children were "not encouraged" to play in. In the center of the room is a wall that splits the room into a wooden floored hallway on the right and the gathering area on the left.
The hallway is where the front door (that's hardly ever used) opens up too. The white painted wall facing the hallway at the beginning of it has another (much smaller) oak chest filled with more figurines and little lights to shine down on them. In the hallway there is the front door on the right and a small 1/2 foot wide by 2 1/2 foot long metal framed glass table that has many pictures of my family and more of my brother and I, there was even this rotating photocube thing that spins to show 3 separate pictures.
On the other side of the dividing wall was the gathering area. On the far right wall of the room was a brick fireplace, compleatley painted white of course. And white brick molding all the way up to the ceiling. The walls weren't a dull white, in fact they are Hollywood-smile blinding white. The carpet is a rough, but giving, white knotty type. Directly across and facing the fireplace Was a couch that was, like everything else, white. With the occasional forest green or dusty pink throw pillown with lace flowers or an inspirational quote. There was a small little tan teddy bear with a tiny green and white jersey cotton shirt on, and a medical drawing of a heart with some phrase about "I recovered from blahblah heart surgery" and an uplifting sentace written to KItty after a hospital stay. The only source of color in this room comes from the hundreds of pictures on the coffee table, mantel, hanging on the walls. To the left of the fireplace was a random little table just big enough for the grandmotherly lamp resting on it. That was placed next to a white cushioned chair. I remember that chair was where I opened up my first American Girl doll that was late from Santa. ;) Santa wrote me a note saying he was sorry he delivered it late to my other grandparents house. I think my Dad wanted to spread a little more Christmas cheer to the not so kid-entertaining house. You did good Daa-Santa!! ;) That was the same year I won the pot in left right center!
At the far side of the room, and to the right side of the couch, is where the little hallways meets the living room. From there it formed a wide hallway, with the same stubby carpet.
(will continue tomorrow, but I am literally and emotionally drained)
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Olympics :)
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If you were a miller, at a mill wheel grinding. I'd not miss my colored blouse, and my soft shoe shining...
5:55 PM Feb 17th via Echofon
Alpine skiing looks frightening. I hope Dominique from Switzerland is ok...
9:30 PM Feb 17th via Echofon
Made this a week ago but just now decided to jump on the bandwagon :) (formspring link)
10:02 PM Feb 17th via Echofon
@RJ500 it's a relay race... They aren't against each other :)
10:09 PM Feb 17th via Echofon
Can't wait to see Shaun White's McTwist next run!!! :D I love snowboarding :)
11:03 PM Feb 17th via Echofon
Warren, PA. May 2018.
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The staff of Freddie's Beach Bar are getting creative in their attempts to separate our customers from their loose change.