#i need like a big ol' calender for this thing

[flamingbluepanda]

Cam watches Shameless UK (so you don't have to)

Oh yeah it's happening. There's 11 seasons. 10 episodes each. Gonna tag them all with CWSUK so if you're not interested blacklist that.

I'm also gonna do some tldr stats because these are gonna get long every time I think and I doubt people will want to read all my ramblings.

Similarity to shameless US: 97%

Did we see Mickey in this episode? No

McAvoy count: 5

Who was the main Gallagher this episode? Fiona

Who was MY favorite character this episode? Liam

Frank speeches: 2

Anyway, ONWARD!

Season 1 Episode 1

They warn you so many times about the mature content on channel 4 lmao

They keep Carl bald so his hair doesnt stand on end. He looks like a demon sorry Carl.

I wouldn't trust this version of Ian with a single thing.

You need subtitles with this show. Need em.

I've heard that a lot of the plot is the same, but we're starting strong with Karen Jackson lmao

Oh Veronica is here!!! Can't wait to see her

MCAVOY x1

Vee is blonde. And white. Liam is also white. This is like a fascinating science experiment

I love this version of jimmy Steve more than American jimmy Steve

Okay I still don't trust this version of Ian but he has HUGE eyes

Awww no okay he's just a beby I trust him I take it back baby I'm sorry he's crying lip look what you did

MCAVOY x2

Carl STILL looks like a demon

No Kevin yet .....

THERES A LOT OF SIDEWAYS CAMERA ANGLES ITS WEIRD

There's Kev!! He has a gold chain and short hair.

Instead of the infamous fridge calender, they have a big ole pinboard.

Oh damn jimmy Steve is a smooth talker

I was gonna make a joke about all those graphic scene warnings being just for kissing but then they cut to the sezys

TONY MARKOVICH IS A BABEY

LIL BABEY LIAM IS REALLY CUTE and he told Jimmy Steve to go away as his first line. Im obsessed with him favorite character.

Lmao all her siblings watching jimmy Steve get in his car and judging

Hi Frank. You scare me more than William Macy does.

MCAVOY x3

I appreciate channel 4 using different subtitle colors for different characters talking. Makes it easy to track whos talking and I love it

There has been no k*sh so far and I am hoping and praying he never shows up

At least lip told Ian he was taking him to see Karen in this version.

rip Ian he looks so unhappy.

Everyone is so freckled in this show.

"HES GONNA KILL HIM!" *Music pauses, thump* "he's killed him 0-0" Karen sounds horrified

Okay I'm coming around to Ian and lip they're such dumbasses.

OKAY THERES KEVS DICK THEY NEVER SHOWED US STEVE HOWIES DICK HEJSJEKAJAKA

Other than his infamous opening speech Frank hasn't spoken yet

Apparently instead of clowns Eddie Jackson collects owls

MCAVOY x4

Ugh noooooo please no kash nooooooooooooooooooo please just let him be a dick don't make them fuck pleaseeeeee

Frank STiLL hasn't talked and it's creepy as shit

Nvm he talked

I miss joan cusack

Ugh nooooo dammit where's Mickey do I have to wait I'll episode 3 to see him

PUNCH HIM LIP PUNCH HIM KICK HIS ASS

At least Ian's not doing army shit ig

MCAVOY x5

Debbie has had a single line telling Liam to go to bed.

Okay seriously jimmy Steve needs to stop winning my heart when I know he's gonna be a turd again.

Nvm Debbies had two lines

MCAVOY x6

Three lines for Debbie!!

They show us a lil snippy of bloopers after the credits lmao.

[arcanewonder]

“Here’s the Festival Grounds, I suppose the name’s self-explanatory, so you don’t really need an explanation here. The next big event’s the Flower Festival next week, an’ that’s followed by the dance the next day. I don’t suppose you or your sister will have the time to participate in either of them, though there’s always next year, eh? If you’re both still here, that is.”

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

You remember that soft heat rut ask you got a while ago? I’td be SO great to see you write something like that with the construction boys, love me sum good soft smut

Oooh good point there anon, good point. Let's see what I can whip up 👍

Scrapper and Mix had been together for a long, long time. In that amount of time, Scrapper had come to notice how stuff changed. Sari got older, Arcee and Ratchet tied the knot, Bumblebee became a member of the elite guard, etc. One thing that didn't change? His Mixie.

"Aaand...done!"

Scrapper had just finished setting everything up. Their bed was nice and cozy, full of Mix's favorite pillows and blankets. Freshly washed and still warm from the dryer. Pair that with new, fresh towels, and even a basket full of his favorite snacks. Mix and Scrapper grew as bots, but heat cycles were something that never changed. Mix's was bound to hit at sometime today (Scrapper always marked it on the calender), so Scrapper was ready. He took today off from work, and had only JUST started to finish cleaning.

"I think I still have time."

Scrapper hopped into their showers, helping himself to a cleaning. He wasn’t sure if he had time for a nice hot wax like he wanted, but at least he got that soap Mix loved so much. He always liked cinnamon apple. He finished quickly, and was in the middle of drying himself off, when the doorbell rang. Scrapper put the towel on his head, and dashed for the door.

"Mixie! You're home! You were runnin' late, thought I had more time!"

Mix chuckled, lifting up the bag in his hand for Scrapper to see.

"I needed a drive to clear my head, then I decided to pick up somethin' for tonight."

Scrapper peeked into the bag, damn near giddy. Mix got not only oil, but the GOOD oil, stuff that wasn't at all cheap.

"Aw! Well don't you make me feel all special. Come here."

He held onto his cheeks, and smooched his lips. Mix's body couldn't help itself. He was already getting the heat symptoms; a bit more frisky than usual, a bit foggy in the head. It was why Scrapper didn't give him too hard of a time as he grabbed his aft, despite the fact that it made him jump.

"Scrappy-"

"Ah ah ah. You know the rules. Shower. I JUST cleaned, and ya still got cement on your servos."

"Thought you liked that."

"Not enough to wash everything, especially before we get started. Shower time, Mixie cakes."

He swiped the bag from his hand, winking at him ad he made his way into the kitchen. Mix looked at him longily, before he forced himself to hit the showers. Scrapper grabbed a bucket, poured some ice into it, and after grabbing some cups, walked back upstairs. He set the bucket down next to all the snacks, and he wasn't gonna lie, he was impressed with the set up.

"I think I outdid myself this time around. He better like it."

He double checked that he had everything, when Mix walked into the room, towel at his waist. He looked at the set up, lightly shaking his head.

"Ya maroon. You way overdid this shit again. I don't need all of dis."

"You hush. Come on you, get comfy."

Mix rolled his optics, before obeying, laying back and getting comfortable. Scrapper hopped into berth, and sat on top of him, holding onto one of his hands and looking it over.

"You were trying to do it in the shower again, weren't you?"

"...no."

Mix always hated the idea of needing someone to 'coddle' him. Its why every heat cycle, he tried to touch himself beforehand, and everytime it failed.

"Is that why you look so grumpy?"

"I ain't grumpy, I'm pissed."

Mix hated his heat cycle, he really did. Not just because he was super horny, that wasn't new. What was new, was the fact that he didn't want to throw Scrapper around or be choked. He wanted Scrapper to make his valve happy. And when Scrapper opened him up, seeing that soaked, puffy valve of his, he realized he had so much work to do. Scrapper pouted, slowly running his servo in between the folds. Mix wanted to talk, but he was reduced to whimpers when Scrapper covered his mouth. The pheromones from a bot in heat could make anyone horny, even the bot in question.

"Shh. It's okay. It's okay. I got you. I always got you. I'm gonna take care of you, all night long. Your poor little valve."

Scrapper peeled his hand away, and leaned in to kiss him. Mix's lips were hungry, sinking into his kiss ravenously. Then Scrapper introduced a finger to his valve. Mix's hands gripped onto his shoulders, already putty in his hands. He kept his lips locked onto his, letting Mix swear against him as he continued to finger and massage his wet walls.

Then he overloaded. It was a quick one, one that made Mix's valve leak all over his hand. He pulled away from the kiss, grinning at Mix's flushed face. The first one was always quick, and not enough.

"You ready, Mixie cakes?"

"You act like this is the first time I've taken ya before."

"Well no, but I like making sure. You're SUPER sensitive right now, I'd hate to overwhelm you. You remember our first heat."

"You stuck your dick in my unlubed aft, rather than my valve. Yeah, I remember, you dumbshit."

Scrapper chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah...sorry about that. It's just why I'm careful now. I don't wanna hurt my big, precious mech again."

"Don't...say it like that."

"Aw, are you embarrassed? Is it because I talk to you in that voice? The one where I make you feel like a big baby? A big ol' baby who gets lots of kissy wissys?"

He held onto his face, decorating it in smooches, and Mix loved it. He squirmed in his arms, and his breath quickened considerably. Mix in heat was aroused by affection, and Scrapper was VERY equipped to handle his little kink. The little kisses to his face, the stupid baby talk, it left Mix shaking, whimpering on the spot.

"Scrappy, c-come on, been dealin' with this slag for like, a week. Stop teasin', PLEASE."

"Aw...you begging is cute, I don't wanna. But fine, I'm not mean, and I love you so so so much."

Scrapper gave his forehead a kiss, before opening his spike panel, and rubbing his spike against him. Mix ACTUALLY jumped up a bit, grip desperate as he held onto his arms. Scrapper chuckled, trying to not push himself in just yet, despite how tempted he was. His valve was hot, damn near steaming, and his spike wanted to make him feel better.

"Scraps-"

"You okay? You jumped on me, was that too fast?"

"No. N-no, I'm. I'm fine. I just. Fucking shit Scrappy just slide it in, PLEASE!"

There was no proper way to slide in, ultimately. Every single way was overstimulating. So long as it didn't hurt, Scrapper had to just settle for going on in. So, he did just that. He pushed himself inside his big, tight valve, and sat there. Mix's pedes thrashed under them, messing up the blankets below them. He didn't move. He was waiting for the sign, waiting for Mix to silently tell him it was okay.

Then Mix dig his servos into his back, and that was all he needed. He started to thrust into him. It wasn’t slow and soft like how he personally enjoyed, but quick, rough, enough to make the room filled with the sounds of metal and metal, and wet slams of a lengthy spike fucking a big valve. Mix was moaning under him, whining and swearing and begging for more and more. In between the soft, hungry kisses, Scrapper was just as putty in Mix's hands and vise versa.

"You're already close, Mixie."

"Shut...up. No I'm fucking not."

He was such a prideful liar. He nudged his face up, and peppered his neck in kisses, letting Mix whine in his arms.

"You don't gotta act all macho on me, bro. I'm here for you. I wanna make all that itch go away. I don't judge you for how quickly you overload. You're my big, manly mech, no matter what. Come on. Overload around me. I'll fill you up. You like it when you get filled. Go ahead. I'll give you as many many as you need after. Promise."

Mix still clung on to his overload, for just a moment, before he raked his servos down his hack, and overloading. Scrapper was forced to stay put as his valve tightened around him, squeezing the overload right out of him. They sat in each other's embrace, steam rolling out of their frames and condensation staining the sheets below them. Scrapper gave Mix a minute, before he pulled out of him, and sat down right next to his poor, exhausted Mixie.

"I hate you."

"You're just embarrassed. Here."

He smacked his face with his towel, helping himself to one as well. Mix grumbled like the sourpuss he was as he wiped himself down.

"Alright, alright. I am. Just...a bit. But you did good, and I mean that."

Scrapper grinned, reaching over to the basket of snacks. Little oil cakes, Mix's favorite, and peanut butter flavored, just how he liked them.

"I try. You deserve it."

"I...thank you. It means a lot to me."

"Oh its no problem, they're getting to be a pretty common flavors nowadays-"

"No. I mean...for this. All of this. You know this sucks, and you make it suck a little less."

Scrapper leaned in to kiss his forehead, before snuggling into him.

"Anythin' for you, bro."

They sat there, stuffing their faces full of shitty snacks, wrappers thrown onto the floor, to be dealt with later.

"Scraps?"

"Yeah?"

"We should totally fuck again."

"Its been five minutes."

"Your point?"

Scrapper rolled his eyes, trying to hide his smile.

Things were going to get much more heated between them.

[b-o-e]

Take a break

Older!Steven Universe x gender neutral reader

“Steveeeeennnnnn,” Y/N whined, looping their arms around the boys neck and resting their forehead on his shoulder. He’d been sitting at the table all morning working on his calender, barely paying his poor partner any attention. “You need to take a breeeaak… you’ve been sitting here for hours now,” They tried. “Get up and move a bit, stretch out your limbs… how about we go for a walk?” They suggested, resting their chin on his shoulder now, watching what he was doing.

“In a little bit. I’m almost done, okay? I’ve just gotta copy down a few more things,” he assured. “Then maybe we can go get some fries on the boardwalk or something, okay?”

“You said that an hour ago!” Y/N huffed.

“Yeah, but I’m almost done now, I promise. Then I’m all yours,“

"Fine,” They sighed, pressing their lips to his cheek and giving it a little peck. “Thirty minutes, but then we’ve gotta do something,” They said.

“Alright,” Steven smiled. Y/N gently ran their hand through his curls.

“Promise?” They questioned.

“I promise,” Steven repeated, pressing a quick kiss to their forehead. The corners of their lips tugged upwards, and they gave a nod.

“Okay. I’ll be up in your room,” they mumbled, kissing the top of his head before moving over to the stairs. They walked up them, plopping onto the bed with a sigh, piquing a certain big pink cats attention. Lion stood from where he laid on the floor, giving a stretch and a big ol’ yawn, before lazily strolling over and hopping up to join. There he laid back down, Y/N now running their hands through his mane and gently scratching his ears, earning a low purr from deep in his chest.

“Thirty minutes,” They muttered with another sigh, kissing the pink cats forehead.

When thirty minutes had finally gone by, Y/N headed back down stairs, but lo and behold, Steven was still at the table.

“Times up, love,” Y/N spoke, walking over once again and resting they head upon his.

“Okay, I’ve got just a few more things, and then I promise we can go,” he said, keeping his gaze turned what he was working on. A soft groan of irritation and annoyance slipped past their lips and they moved away.

“Whatever. I’m hungry, I’ll just go by myself,” They grumbled unhappily.

“Just wait a little bit longer, please? I swear, I’m really almost done this time,” Steven repeated what he’d already promised twice.

“Steven, you said that thirty minutes ago, and an hour before that too!” Y/N frowned. “We were supposed to spend today together, and you even said so yourself! You’ve given me false hope so many times already, why don’t I just give up and go on my own? It doesn’t seem like you’re really going to be done anytime soon anyways,” They pointed out. “I just wanted to have a calm, peaceful day with you, but it doesn’t seem to me like I’ll be getting one…” They grew more quiet toward the end of their words. Steven frowned, looking from them down to his work, sighing. He really wasn’t very close to being done…

Steven stood to his feet, walking over to the one he called his love. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he apologized, gently pulling their body too his and wrapping his arms around them in a hug. “I didn’t mean for my work to get in the way. Little Home school has just been so busy and stressful lately, and I had some things I wanted to get caught up and ahead on. I didn’t mean to basically ignore you and push you away, and I’m sorry for doing so…” he mumbled against their neck, pressing a gentle kiss to it. Despite how hard Y/N tried to remain mad at him, it was nearly impossible to prevent a little smile from forming on their lips. He pulled away, resting his hands on their sides and giving a smile.

“Let’s go get some fry bits though, yeah? I’m feeling awful hungry,” he offered, leaning down and pressing his lips to theirs in a short and sweet kiss. “I’m all yours for the rest of the day, like I should have been in the first place. I’ll make it up to you though, I promise,” he said. “How about a date tomorrow night?” He grinned. With a sigh, Y/N gave a little smile, unable to hold it back as they leaned up and pecked his jaw.

“Fine.”

Posted Saturday, January 25th, 2020 at 2:30 PM

[dahniwitchoflight]

Fake Pokemon Starters

I had some ideas for some fake pokemon starters today, and I got really into the zone in making them/trying to draw them with in essentially mspaint lol

And I think they actually turned out pretty solid so now I want to share them lol

Note, I am not actually this good an artist, but I am a very good tracer. Don’t worry I didn’t trace over anything anyone else made, I just google things like “Rabbit Clipart” and actual pokemon so I could trace eyes and bits and things, though some things I did just draw myself because the mspaint Line tool is a wonderful thing lol as long as everything you need just boils down to curvy wavey lines

anyway here they are:

Don’t have chosen names but I have a ton of contenders for them and their evos:

Grass Rabbit: (Gonna get pretty flowers and become Grass/Fairy)

Shrubbun, Rabbage, Aloeharea, Verdhare, Herbunny,  (I like either Shrubbun or Rabbage for the first stage)

Water Snail: (Either Pure Water or Water/Poison)

Slubble, Dewlug, Dewhelk, Lochsnail, Nautidal, Oshnail,  (Slubble is good but is it too close to Sobble now?)

Fire Goat: (Fire/Steel because Steel Wool pun)

(full of totally original names no one has ever thought of before lol)

Lamburn, Billaze, Kidling, Rambustion, Flaries, Pyrebex, Woolember

So their big common theme is actually zodiacs in general, ill go over below how they fulfill the commonly fandom ideas of individual starter themes (Chinese Zodiac/Ancient/Weapons) later

But their theme is Zodiacs of the World

So in Western Zodiac there is a Goat as well, and it’s element is actually straight up Fire

In Chinese Zodiac, the natural element of the Rabbit is actually Wood (So Grass)

and in the Mayan Calender they dont have many animals in general, but they have a spot for Snails and Water element and since Snails are cute and it’s a unique idea for a water starter I decided to go with it

So the way they fulfill the common fandom starter themes as well

Sheep is a (yet) unused part of the Chinese Zodiac for the fire starter wheel

Rabbit is gonna evolve into a big ole flowery bushy Nuralagus Rex for “Ancient/Dino Grass Starter”

and Snail’s weapon is either going to be armor and play up the shell, or I might take inspiration from crustaceons in general and give his third evo crab claws or make him more Hermit Crabby and Stabby, I haven’t really decided what all their third evo’s exactly look like lol

But the point is they look nice and I wanna share em

also, I just laugh because my idea for the fire starter design was pretty much just “Take Karkat Vantas and turn him into an angry Lamb”

[acidicbaby]

I firmly believe that the window washing business has a tremendous amount of advantages over other businesses.

I've been in a number of businesses as many of you probably have, and when making the comparisons between window washing and some of the other lame businesses out there, you have to admit that window washing comes up smelling like roses.

BUT...us window washers will still face challenges.

And I'm not talking about the challenge of cleaning a window. Anybody can get a window clean with a little elbow grease and the proper tools.

No, I'm referring to the ability to clean windows and market your business at the same time. This is the ultimate juggling act.

If you stop marketing your business for any length of time, it's only a matter of time before calls from interested prospects dry up, and consequently, so does your calender.

I saw it happen very recently with a guy who had a good 3 weeks of window cleaning jobs lined up. He used every marketing technique outlined in my manual How to Start Your Own Residential Window Washing Business. He lined up all kinds of jobs. But then he decided to focus his attention only to window cleaning, not to marketing. Oops.

To make a long story short, after that 3 week spurt of business, he woke up one day to find no customers on his calender, so he essentially had to start over. Now of course, he'll have those customers to come back to again and again on a repeat basis, but I'm talking about right now having gaps on the schedule which really shouldn't be there.

And it's harder and more time consuming to start over then it is to just keep the gravy train rolling.

Let me explain with a couple of stories.

--Master motivator Zig Zigler talked about "starting over" in one of his speeches I heard recently. He used the analogy of one of those old fashioned Wells you may be familiar with.

These types of Wells have big 'ole handles you need to crank in order to draw water from the Well.

When first wanting water, you have to really pump fast and furious. But once you have a constant stream of water coming out, then it just takes a little pressure on the pump handle to keep it going. The hard work was already done at the beginning. BUT...don't stop. Because the water will go all the way to the bottom if you do, and you'd have to start all over again with serious pumping action.

--The people who I've helped get into the window washing business have heard me talk about when I was in the Insurance business. One of the things I used to do at the beginning of my insurance career was actually shut down my marketing efforts during Thanksgiving week and not crank it up again until after the last college football bowl game was played at the beginning of January.

I just sat around for six or seven weeks or so getting fat on all the Holiday goodies, and alhough it was great just kicking back on my little mini-vacation, come the beginning of January, I had to start all over again generating interest, making phone calls, following up, setting appointments, etc.

Which means that I didn't see the fruits of January's labor until March or so as far as having a full calender of appointments again and banking commissions.

I mention the above couple of stories just to illustrate a point, and that is simply that we can't back off or let up. Because if we do, we could find ourselves with some unwanted vacancies on our schedule. And this is especially true if you're relatively new to the window cleaning biz.

But that's the challenge. Like the person above who had 3 weeks of window washing jobs. How in the world do you wash windows and still market your biz?

The short answer to this is that we need to learn to prioritize and incorporate effective time management principles.

I know, I know. Pretty elementary stuff here, but it really is critical to master them.

One of my most successful students is a guy that plans his entire day around a 2 hour marketing window where he'll distribute flyers, coordinate a postcard campaign, talk to other service businesses, talk to realtors, talk to property managers, talk to builders, visit commercial storefronts, or any number of other things on the marketing agenda.

Time doesn't permit everything above to be done within that two hour time frame obviously, but he'll pick one, maybe two strategies he wants to use that day, and then do 'em.

The 2 hours may be at the beginning of the day or the end of the day, or it may be one hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon. That doesn't matter. What does matter is that he'll take ACTION and expose his marketing message for 2 hours each day to prospects.

Mike truly understands that we have no business without customers, so he sits down at night and jots down the next day's marketing goals on a "to do" list. This is as basic as it gets, but hey...it works.

And this is confirmed when he calls and we talk about the fact that prospects are calling (many times as we're talking, we'll be interrupted a couple of times by his phone ringing) and his calender is filled up with window washing jobs.

By doing this, and committing to it on paper, the challenge of finding prospects is null and void. Like my 'ole sales manager used to say, "if you talk to enough people, you've got to make sales".

In my case, I used to take one whole day and part of another to do what Mike does every day.

I generally preferred to do my window washing estimating on Friday, and Friday morning was when my business breakfast was held where business owners got together and supported each other with leads and referrals.

Since I figured I was already dressed up in nice company clothes (polo shirt/dockers) instead of my window washing work clothes, I figured I may as well make that my main marketing day, so I mapped out a schedule on Thursday night of who to see and talk to on Friday in addition to the estimates I was scheduled to do.

That doesn't mean I didn't do any marketing during the week. Postcards were a big part of my biz, so if I was ready for a mailing, there was always time during the week to place a 5 minute phone call to my direct mail house and tell Dick to send out a mailing to zone such and such.

And Saturday morning was pretty much reserved for me to go out with 2 to 4 neighborhood kids and blanket subdivisions with flyers.

As an example of what you could do, if you're scheduling a job, schedule it at 10 or 11 and then head out at 9:00 to:

--introduce yourself to 5 realtors and give them your business card. --quickly drop off 25 flyers to commercial storefronts. In/out/next. --visit 3 other service businesses to see if they would be interested in getting together to promote each of your businesses. (I know of one guy who formed his own leads type of organization since there were none in his town)

And then the next day, jot down other things you can do, or repeat the above. At the end of the week, you'll not only feel like you accomplished something, but more importantly, you'll be creating tremendous awareness for your company, which of course, leads to more phone calls, more business, and more moolah in your pocket!

The above is not hard, and when looked at daily, they're just little things, but it's the little things you do every single day that will determine your ultimate success, not the one big thing that we might do every 2 or 3 weeks.

Now the good news is that over time, we can all drastically decrease our marketing "to do" lists.

The first two years of my business was hustle, bustle, hustle bustle. Every form of marketing that could be used was used. After about two years though, guess what? The pump was primed hard enough during the early stages, I then just had to apply a tiny bit of continuous marketing (it never can stop completely), kick back, get the phone calls, fill up the calender, and coordinate my window washing crews. All the fun stuff.

Just remember that this is a marathon, not a sprint. An initial burst of massive action is excellent because it generates immediate dollars and gets you entrenched into the biz, but mark- eting needs to be sustained over time if you're looking for long term success.

Experts have said that once we do something for 21 days, it becomes a habit. I don't know about the 21 days part, but I do know if we do something long enough, it'll simply become second nature to us.

So...there are many challenging pieces to the window washing business. Prioritize the implementation of those pieces by creating yourself a simple "to do" list (Hint-place marketing at the top), incorporate time management into making that list work, and repeat on a regular basis.

Lather

Rinse

Repeat

If you do that, then the snowball of window washing customers that I refer to in my manual will gather up speed. And when that starts to happen, you may as well get out of the way because there ain't nothing you can do to stop it. :o)

To your window washing success,

Steve

256-546-2446

Steve Wright is the author of How to Start Your Own Residential Window Washing Business, and has started hundreds of individuals on the path to success in their own window washing business. Mr. Wright has also developed a revolutionary online web-based system called The Customer Factor to assist all window washing business owners in maintaining and growing a successful business. Using both of these resources provides the one-two punch needed to catapult anyone from zero to six figures per year in the window washing business. For more information, give Mr. Wright a call at 256-546-2446 or visit either of the websites posted.

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[duallygirl178]

Dearest O'Malley Chapter 10

Chapter 10

I still got to be part of shower nights and even got bathed when Nathan and Natalie took showers. At least I got to be cleaned up that summer of 2018 and so were the months after. Mandy got a job because Joel and Claudete were tired of the two not working to help pay for their living in the backyard. Erik refused to get a job and so when Jan got her a job at Just Us Kids, Mandy was working and paying for rent. Mandy was happy working with Jan and she got attatched to the kids there. NO matter how hallow the threats were, Erik still stayed there over the months and didn't move out.

Hallow threat after the other, nothing had changed and I would have suggested a physical action such as calling the police to remove somebody extremely lazy as he is to get off the property, but nothing they said didn't helped. The  property kept changing no matter what was happening. If Erik dug a 10 feet deep underground storage room and Claudette and Joel were coming over, he'd cover it up. Ol' Reliable had already called it a mole hole because he'd elevate himself down to dig more to put a gas line in. Weeks later, Erik started to complain how much hard work he had done and it wasn't fair to be told to get out. I had a term for something like that and it was "sucking his thumbs to stay" or better known as kissing feet to stay. It didn't make any things better for him because he was still a piece of trash, he needed to be thrown away. Then something came up with 1025. Erik was wanting to move up there because he hated his life at 1010. If he thought he would be getting the house up there, he was totally wrong. Grandpa Joe and Carol would never allow him to live there with them. He'd trash the place and never take core of it and the only replacement care for 1025 would be Nathan because he had been to help up there his whole life unlike the trash wad living in a shack. All my thoughts were pushed aside when Nathan and Natalie had driven me into town for the usual places. This time, our first place to go was AutoZone which made me wonder why they needed to stop there, but when we pulled up, I had remembered Tiny needed something for the transmission because it was just about fried. I must have forgotten about it all because Tiny's engine started to stink after being part of our little garage gang since March. It was after Nathan met Natalie or so. He was a little under the weather with transmission problems. I had nothing to say about Ford except that they were weird and had issues with electrical things here and errors with spark plugs there. I was told that I would never understand because I wasn't a Ford and that was true. Ol' Reliable had said the same thing to me once just to try and hurt my feelings. I was hard-headed and I didn't hurt easily and so words just bounced off of me and stuck on him right after I told him "I know"

The things about Tiny were that he had a heart about as big as his eyes and he had a personality all his own rather on the side of being an enjoyable delute just like his big brother Ozzy. They both said they were much more lovable than the other, but when I'm parked next to Ozzy, I get the truth that Tiny was a brag. Ozzy was more of an honest guy than Tiny. When it came to telling someone was showing off, I was pretty smart and suspected the right answer. Ozzy was right for being older about Tiny showing off. Whenever Tiny went to see Ozzy, the two siblings  would bicker over who's bragging about who or what. One day, I came up there to spend time with Joe and help out a little. Suddenly Ozzy was asking me about a box that was sealed with tape. He asked me what was inside because it had no label when he pulled it out. I looked at the box, opened it, and noticed it was full of video tapes all labeled under "dad" and so I figured it was all about Joe. I told Ozzy to leave it and I would go through it later.

One day in June 2016, I didn't start for Nathan because he wanted to take me around the block. I had been in a very grumpy mood that day and so I decided to be a pain in the neck to Nathan by not starting up. Nathan got fusterated and called me names, but that didn't get me to work. I didn't care and as Nathan tried to start me up again, I wouldn't stay running. Finally, Nathan gave me a threat to scare me into behaving. If I didn't start up, he would sell me to someone to take care of me. But I didn't care. I'd known Nathan a long time and so I taunted him to dare to try it. Natalie wouldn't be delighted if Nathan did sell me to someone. I knew Nathan would scare each and every one of us cars, but that was just his game to get us to behave. In the future, cars were a lot smarter than humans now with all this self-driving gadgets. I snorted at Nathan as if to say "end of converstation, Bub" and surely that made him shut up. I got to stay home that day as Nathan took Ol' Reliable into town instead. I had been in a pretty bad mood today. I got a headache, upset gasoline tank and achey gears. I didn't feel like going anywhere because I was driven sick and tired of every day of going in town when Ol' Reliable was due for  a drive. I have been covering for him for three weeks and I wasn't going to stand by and gain more pain.

I was so enraged by suffering pain, that I started to throw everything around the yard. Then I saw something fly by me and I stopped. I got close to what flew passed me and I looked at it closely. It was a pipe in a Zip-Lock bag containing some kind of green dried stuff and I picked it up. There was a large amount of that green dried stuff and it smelled herbal-like. I started to think it was reefer or something like strawberry blonde but everything was different from each other if you knew the books talking and being written about ganja. That was marijuana for easy reference. There was a lighter in there as well so I thought; 'what a way to send my anger away with a little weed' and right away, I found a private spot, sparked it up, and started feeling mellow. Then I had remembered the good days in the late 60s, smoking some herbal fruity weed like Strawberry Blonde was the best flavor popular around town. Hipsters and hippies loved it all over. My body felt full of air and cold after three sparks. My eyes loosened contently as the anger floated away. I soon forgot what I was mad about and I sat there in the shade for about 2 hours. I didn't know how long I've been whipped out of my hood and boy was I ou of my mind for smoking weed. I hallucinated seeing a game that I was watching a sport  called imaginary football, when Ol' Reliable came and found me. He sounded alarmed at first. I told him I was fine in a more lazy tone and there was no need for hostility. He screamed that I had been AWOL for 6 hours on the clock. It was 9:40 PM and Ol' Reliable included that Nathan was worried about me. I still remained calm and knew any other living soul, would've freaked him out. I told him it was cool and I would appear before Nathan could say "abrakadabra". I pulled up to the door and laid down. I had gone from exhausted to dropped energy. Ol' Reliable thought I must have gotten drunk for a moment. Alcohol makes me have nightmares so I couldn't drink it. When Nathan noticed I was here, he, Natalie and Jan took me out to town to get drinks and go to Family Dollar. I fellt like playing games with Nathan and so I gave him a little attitude by sputtering and jerking. It begun to get clear that Nathan gave up on trying to scare me because I was smarter than a human. Whatever Nathan tried, didn't work.

Then that fall semester, I gave Nathan more attitude all the way up to the college because just to scare him for fun. Ol' Reliable followed me up there. Nathan needed to rebuild my transmission because I slobbered on the dirt and knew I needed it badly. It would take the proper hands to complete it all.

I didn't know how long it would take, but even a semester thus, undergoing some heavy nitrus was in order to keep me still and numb. It would be a rickity ride back home. I stayed calm and hummed the song "cool jerk" to help keep the boredom while getting into the doors of the college garage. Then something inside, panicked and I started to panic. I hit my brakes  just when I was about to pull up to the ramps. My eyes feasted on all kinds of equipment that scared me. Nathan was trying to get me onto the ramp, but I glued myself onto the floor. I slid closer and closer to the ramp when I wanted to run away. The concrete  was like a slippery ice rink. I kept applying the brakes hard to stop. I was old and just as feeble to break  in parts. It was too late to turn back when I got backed into the stall. I was forced to intake a lot of nitrus and after over 7 minutes of nerve gas, I was knocked out. It seemed like seven years when I started to waking up and coming into the consciousness. My sight blurred into sleepiness and I couldn't feel anything. At first, I thought I had been a cripple, and even my mouth was numb extremely. I felt dry even more than feeling swollen. When I was fully awake, I started to feel droopy and confused. As I started to return to clear consciousness, I had no idea what day it was. What month is it? How long was I out?

I pulled out of the stall to get a look at the calender. I could see it was May 9th, 2018. I had some trouble getting over there because the feeling wasn't touching the nerves. The instructor; Jim told Nathan I'd be rockin-n-rippin it up on the road in no time. I overheard that I would develop some flu symptoms later unexpectedly, but not to worry. It was normal for a car to be sick and weak for a month and a half. As Nathan drove me home, I still felt paralyzed. Nathan made sure I had settled comfortably into Randy's chair with a blanket and pillow over me. When Jan was home from work a few hours later, she fed me soft warm meals since my mouth was swollen stiff. I got to relax and nap in Nathan's bedroom while Velocity played all my favorite shows on air. I missed a few Garage Squad episodes, Phantom Works, Gas Monkey and Chasing Classic Cars seasons because I fell asleep as the nitrus was still wearing off. Nathan kept me company while I was still stiff and wobbly to get to places I wanted to go.

Hours later,, I woke up again noticing there was  Mountain Dew drink sitting next to me. It was trying to gain entry into my mouth. Nathan had gotten me a drink to stay hydrated on and it scared me to death that I was dry and thirsty. At many times, I've felt thirsty and dehydrated but that one day in 1978, I took 'shrooms because it was thundering out and I hated storms when they were near. They even drove me nuts, but not anymore. I gave up 'shrooms after how thirsty I had gotten. And now that I had surgery, it took me back to misery lane when I had too much drugged mushrooms to get me high.

I had chugged the whole can down but wasn't satisfied. I wanted something else to drink like water, iced tea, milk, or whatever it was as long as it didn't have to do with another gulp of retched "Mountain Dew" or "Mountain Breeze". Nathan headed into the kitchen, poured me a glass of iced tea, and helped me get it down. Unfortunately, I was still thirsty even though Nathan did his best at bringing me fluids to drink up. This time, he brought me three glasses of water, helped me get them all in my system and took each empty glass to the kitchen sink. I began to notice that I wasn't thirsty antmore, but was still sleepy.

In a few days, I was feeling like my old self again and feeling active. I haven't felt sick and weak yet and I hoped not. I was in too good of a mood to bring that up. Natalie had returned at last from Durango because she wanted a break. I could see she had enough of it all and her whole apartment. I had wished she could move down here to Farmington New Mexico like some couples do. It would save Nathan a lot of trips up there and back. The important thing was, I was feeling healthy to zoom all around town. After I got done at McDonald's that night,I got to have a little fun because Robin swooped by, greeted me with a "Where’ve you been at, you big oaf?" and cruised with me. I told him I had an idea of blaring up "Cool Jerk" on his radio and shouting out "Ohh YA SMOKEN' FRANKIE" to cars passing by at the top of his voice since his was louder than mine. I haven't hooted in 6 years and was feeling up to it while Ol' Reliable was taking Natalie, Jan and Nathan to town. I lead Robin up Main ST. and blared up "Cool Jerk" up high. When we would see a classic cars from annual car shows, we'd holler out. "OHHH, YOU'RE COOKIN' FRANKIE" and to females, it would be "YA SMOKE-KEN" in our best Jim-Carry voice from the movie "The Mask"

We'd laugh all the way back to my house and gibber-jabber about how we both had so much fun. I couldn't stop laughing for a clear 26 minutes.