My current project is due to noise I had been hearing from my front end while driving. After examination I narrowed it down to the outside tie-rod end on the driver’s side.
After I finished I took for a spin and the noise is gone, it handles better and now I have to get a wheel alignment.
A expected project done unexpectedly.
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Love IS hard but it is the only glue that bonds a relationship through the moments that are trying, for one or both in love. I’m sure thoughts and feelings of is it really worth it enter any relationship. That is only answered in the heart. How much can it take? How long does it sustain strength to endure…ensure…it will have what it desires, needs, wants in fulfillment and satisfaction.
Tenderly strong is the heart. Powerfully weak as well. Baffling it is by the decisions made because of it. It is that organ tied so in touch with that emotion called love….that feeling….embedded by the Master of love.
So fragile it is in the center of it all…in body and relationships.
All it wants?…to be loved. It’s that asking too much?
http://whatruorkinon.com/2013/04/12/want-of-true-love/
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Looking Up From Here
I know I haven’t been steady and on time with the meme, but I am staying committed to making a run of this. I’m still clearing my plate of unwanted and unneeded this and that.
I’m going to design a meme header…maybe that’s something I can do this rainy weekend.
Speaking of designs…I’m definitely getting back into that and have a real good shot at getting my product line on the market. I’m still looking into the details, but all looks promising. I’ll be posting some items that will be on the website and I’ll be getting back into some giveaways.
It’s been awhile since I’ve written poetry and with what I’m going to be doing, that just may get me back into it.
Reflecting back….I still know that I have a ways to go, but feeling the way I do now is a welcomed addition.
Trying to get a handle on things…my life in general…can be an exhausting experience. I feel as if I am just beginning to come to a part of the road that is somewhat comfortable.
I can’t deny that I have been struggling within. The emotional strain had been almost unbearable. Trying to cope as the saying goes.
There are things about my blog I miss that I need to get back into. Not having as much time on my hands that I used to is a problem but not the total reason for my absence of late. By my absence, I mean some of the things I miss blogging about.
So one of my goals is to change that….and I’ll begin here…
I spent some time outside with the grandkids this afternoon, and tossed the ball around with Kiah for a few minutes. Then it was on to paint…
This is only a shadow of what they can become.
I look forward to many more masterpieces like these to be created.
I know my kids have what it takes to succeed and I am proud of what they have accomplished thus far.
I am a believer in a bright future. Also knowing that hard work and discipline is a key. If I do that (discipline), I see a bright future.
I have a routine I do when I come home from work.
Once I get into my room, I unload my pockets of keys, pen, lip balm…it’s like clock work…never fails.
Except for every now and again.
This morning was that time. I’m ready to go and it was cold so I want to get an early start and get the van warmed up. I have everything in my pockets, so after collecting other things, I proceed to the door and reach into my pocket for the keys–and–they’re–not–there.
I don’t panic because I don’t lose my keys. I hardly ever misplace them. So I go back to my room thinking maybe when I grabbed everything else, I just overlooked them.
Nope.
Now I’m in the kitchen…no keys…living room…no keys.
I’m back in my room, now looking in the pants I had on yesterday…still no keys.
Panic?
Sort of…kinda…because now I have no idea where they are.
I circle back downstairs for another search with no new results…ok, now I look in the van, I know it’s locked but hopefully without the keys…they’re not in there.
I take a break and stand still to breath, and think.
Last ditch effort, I go back to my room and search other clothing I had on yesterday. I lift the sweatshirt I had on, and crumbled it in my hands trying to feel the keys with no success.
I drop the sweatshirt on the floor and….clunk. ???? I pick it up and lo and behold they are in the front pocket. i was wondering why I couldn’t feel them. If I hadn’t drop that shirt on the floor, I would have missed it.
But most importantly, I found the keys in an unfamiliar piece of clothing. I’m really particular about certain things and my keys are one of them. If they’re not in my hands, they are in my pockets. I don’t like laying my keys down, even in familiar settings.
So lesson learned here is to stick to the routine…it works for me… because I hate asking this question….
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