So our "new" house was built in 1941. At the time it was a 3br 2ba sitting on 12 acres. Over the years it evolved to 4br after the back porch was closed in to make a spare room, a laundry room, and a mud room. Some land was sold off at some point so now we have 6.3 acres (roughly 2 acres are wooded). The property is also home of 60+ pecan trees of different varieties. If I ever get the motivation to harvest them I could probably have a decent side gig! Anyway, our old place had a name, Club Oswe
I had forgotten about this blog. I've never had anything like this before so it as easy to forget. So last time we spoke I had bought a "new" truck and I was learning the ropes of detailing. I also talked about having too many hobbies. Well, I still have those hobbies and I still rotate them every year (the gaming side has pretty much died off). And the laziness is making a real comeback...
The year I bought my truck (2015) was a very eventful one. It started off with me acting like a mecha
So I left off in November, 2014 with something that would eventually lead me to this forum. The transmission in my 2000 Silverado kicked the bucket. I had 3 options; pay someone to fix it, fix it myself, or get a new truck. I am very much a DIYer and I am fairly knowledgeable when it comes to working on cars. So I figured I can get all the info I need online for rebuilding my transmission.
I found a guy on YouTube that goes step by step rebuilding a 4L60E. I bought a rebuild kit and started
I have been big my whole life. Now, my definition of big is solely based on my bigness, if you will. I can remember around 4th or 5th grade (i think) they were weighing all the kids in gym class. The 8th grader (who seemed like a grown-up) told me "you weight a hundred pounds!". It sounded like a big deal, but I had no idea what it really meant. My weight never really bothered me until that puberty, but even then there wasn't anything I could do about it. My family has never been "healthy" eater
Imagine not being able to filter all the visual and auditory stimulation you are exposed to every day. That’s what it’s like to be autistic: processing your own environment in order to differentiate between what’s important and what isn’t is something you actually have to physically do. When A.J. Paron-Wildes received the news her son, Devin, had autism, she didn’t know what that meant or how it would change her life. But she made it her business to figure it out.
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