I think ill keep my houses square for nowAh, OK.
I have not tried any kind of character or scene modeling ever before, but, yes, that does sound more difficult.
And, yes, SketchUp is pretty easy to use for rectilinear, flat-roofed, structures. It starts to get a little more involved when you start working with pitched roofs, angles, curves, etc..![]()
Stay safe.Hmph. Wonderful. Tornado watch in effect. And should be bad..right when I'm supposed to drive home from work.
Don't worry; I'll hang out here if it's not safe to drive home.
I will. I'm prepared to hang out here if need be.Stay safe.
I'd use the boat too unless the line was extra long.Imho... Id keep using the Boat.
I do not like to ruin my views inside a bus. Id rather get the boat![]()
I was gonna mention corn cobs but then I didn't want to think about it.We had a choice at my grandparents on my mothers side. Use corn cobs in a box in the outhouse, or the Sears catalog, or bring toilet paper from the camper. Or use any of those in the cane pole patch. I usually opted for toilet paper from the camper in the cane pole patch.![]()
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Yep, Apple could come out with a frog gig, and those devotees would but it.
I think option # 2 might be a reasonable choice, if the opportunity presented itself. You tend to have a conservative approach to a big decision like the one you're pondering here, and I can understand that.
Just to add my own spin on all of this: I think sometimes people get in the mindset, that the selected route to a (new job/moving to a different location), must be final, without the possibility of the car breaking down on the highway, or getting lost along the way. Sometimes, things work out well, but may take additional time and creative effort. Sometimes, they don't work out at all. Yet, from my perspective, there's nothing wrong about giving your dream your best try, focusing on your goal of living in Great Britain, and hoping for the best. If you go over there, and it doesn't work out, you can always return back here.
Regardless of the outcome, I don't think that you (or any of us) lose anything at all by reaching for our dreams in this life. Best luck to you, and I hope that your dream eventually turns into a positive reality.
Oh, he wasn't that bad for me, really. Just a bit annoying. But, as I posted, I always thought he was a bit "off".
I also think his character was meant to be a bit "off", as per how the part was written.![]()
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Dreams are what drive us in a way.
You should have saw me trying to quit my job. As a nurse, you probably would have told me to calm down and breathe in a paper bag. Or give me a drug to calm me down.
I will. I'm prepared to hang out here if need be.
By prepared, I mean there's food in my bag and chargers for various devices.
At the model home all day with Hubby.
A few unprofessional shots:
From the kitchen, with a view of the "back" staircase:
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Master bedroom:
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Master bath:
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And the upper great room, where I just had a 15 minute nap:
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FYI - the blankie left my black slacks totally covered in fuzz. Oh, how I suffer for my work.![]()
Our final time on the Breeze (at least for this trip) had come to an end. We had to be up and out of our room by 8:30 a.m. but the breakfast buffet was open until 9:30 so that gave us an opportunity to waste some time until our deboarding number was called. With your luggage tags you are assigned a group number so everyone doesn't try to leave the ship at once. (What a mess that would be!
) Our group was #18 so we knew we had plenty of time for that last croissant.....that last bit of bacon.....
After our number was called we made our way off ship and to the customs building to retrieve our luggage. Once inside there are carousels (just like an airport) that are numbered according to which deboarding group you were in. Once you claim your bags you must get in the customs lines. We found out the best and the quickest way to get through that line....get a porter!!!Those guys and gals pushing the carts have their own line and instead of waiting thirty minutes, it took us less than ten! So worth paying the little extra in tip money to not have to wait.
Going through customs was a breeze too. The employee barely looked at my passport and the customs papers he just put in a pile. I literally think you could have written "Joe Schmo from Anywheresville, USA" and it wouldn't have gotten caught.
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BYE BYE BREEZE!
My friends had rented a car for our drive back to Ft. Lauderdale because we had nine hours to wait between leaving the ship and being at the airport. The shuttle picked us up and on our way to the rental place we got to see a lot of downtown Miami. It was funny because when we arrived at the rental agency we recognized other people from our cruise(that weren't on our shuttle) that were doing the same thing.
The drive to Ft. L went fast and we found ourselves visiting the same area where we had stayed prior to leaving for the cruise. We had our "Easter dinner" at TGIFriday'sand went to the movie theater near there and saw the movie, HOME. (Which was awesome!
) We timed it just right because the movie ended and it was time to head to the airport.
For all the ease of coming into Ft. L at the beginning, it was a huge mess going through security to get to our gate on the way out. They had sent us down to assisted screening because I had the walker and I kept my daughter by my side because the place was busy and my friends were routed to another line.Then the security had us right in front of a full body scanner, which I know they don't put children through. I was told I had to go through the scanner which I had no problem doing but I was worried what they were going to do with her. (Honestly she wouldn't have given a darn about it but it was the principle of the thing.)
So I told her it was okay and the guard helped me through and I turned to look for my daughter and she wasn't there!Oh yeah, I almost had one doozy of a hysterical panic attack!!!
(I am such a momma bear!
) It took just short of a minute for me to see the security had walked her over to my friends line. I WAS PI**ED! They realized too late she was with me and couldn't go through that scanner.
(Really? To quote Red Foreman, "Jacka**!" )
The rest of the time was uneventful. We had Auntie Anne's pretzels for dinner and our plane was on time. Once on onboard we found seats in the very back (again) but this time had no smoking guy to deal with. After we had our drinks and snacks (which was peanuts or pretzels and a bag of Ritz chips) we all fell asleep until we heard the captain making the weather announcement for Pittsburgh.
We claimed our luggage, got the car from extended parking and started the drive home.
Finally reaching my house my daughter was so excited the Easter Bunny hadn't forgotten her basket while she was away and there were plastic eggs hidden all over our livingroom. (Makes me think of that old commercial, "Thank you Easter Bunny, bawk, bawk!") My friends decided they were awake enough to drive their extra hour home instead of crashing at our place so we said our good-byes. My daughter, being the sly one that she is, gets in bed and says "Mom....is it really 2:30 a.m.?"
"Yes it is," I answered. Long pause...."Can I have some Easter candy?"
......"Sure as long as you're going to share!"
Thank you everybody who read my posts and helped me relive our vacation through them! You guys are the best!![]()
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