Ever been blinded by sunlight before? Want a little light or better yet,total control over the amount of light allowed?Well if you have,then you probably never gave true props to the unsung heroes of many homes,businesses,offices,etc;. Who are the ones you never take time to think about,until you need them?
They fight the good fight,standing firm,blocking random sun rays at will,always at there post ready to deliver the goods.Your friendly neighborhood GUARDIANS OF DARKNESS!
Ah!Remember them?That thing you depend on in your times of need.Who do you call upon when you need protection from high winds,deadly storms,or just irritating sunlight?Well tell me who’s the man,when the stink gets thick? Manchester shutters man, that’s who!
So before you forget who’s boss hog when you need him! Pay homage to one of our true heroes.
It was a hot summer day, but the air conditioning Rochdale would not work. I decided to try to fix it myself, only to discover there was someone else who was already on the job. As I pulled the cover off of the main vent, I noticed a light about two feet back. Seeing as how I had no idea what could be inside the vent, I got my flashlight and crawled through the space. To my amazement, there were two small elves working on the filter and the pump. They briskly turned wrenches and screwdrivers, getting the cool air working again. In a matter of minutes, the elves had the air back on, cleaning up as quickly as they made the repairs. Perhaps these are the noises I hear while sleeping at night, and why everything in the house gets fixed without my assistance.
My husband and I took a vacation this past summer to Edinburgh, Scotland. The plane ride went by quick and before we knew it, we were at the most beautiful place in the world. After unpacking and grabbing a bite to eat, we headed straight to Scotland’s number one attraction, the Edinburgh Castle. The history there and the scenery was overwhelming, I have never been so amazed. Since it was only our first day in Scotland, we went back to our hotel after the tour. We had also picked one of the finest Premier Inn hotels around. The rooms were luxurious and the service was pristine. The last few days of our trip we visited numerous historic houses, including the Palace of Holy Road House. I would have to say out of all the places we visited, the City of Dead tour was the most memoriable. It was spooky and exciting. I hope to tour it again some day.
Two years ago, I decided that I was tired of the 9 to 5 life, and I decided to start my own business. I knew that starting a business would be difficult, but I also knew that the endeavor would be well worth it. I decided to start a catering business because I loved to cook. The first thing that I did was contact my local health department to check on the regulations. I then started planning my menu.
Even though I was already good at cooking, I decided to take a couple of classes to brush up on my skills. I also took a course in business management so that learn more about managing my own business. After I completed my training, I brought everything I needed for my business. This included things such as serving trays, plates, food warmers, coffee pots, insulated containers for the food and invoice pads.
I rode my bike through the park yesterday. I spent almost all of my bike ride daydreaming and making out shapes in the clouds. I saw a dolphin, a bear, and Ryan Seacrest. Perhaps it’s Ryan’s fault that I didn’t notice a duck family crossing in front of me. I swerved to avoid them and therein spelled my doom. I toppled over, landing on my left knee with a sickening, bone-grinding thud. The pain was immediate and intense. A jogger took pity on me after seeing my daring duck rescue and called an ambulance. The hospital loaded me up with pain medication and I tried not to look at my dislocated kneecap.
Eventually I called my Mom to tell her what happened and she immediately told me she was going to perform some reiki Auckland on my knee, her hippie solution to any and all injuries. Basically, she was going to hold her hands out and psychically transport her energy to my knee to make it better. Rather than explain that Vicodin and surgery would be a more reliable cure I just said, “Okay,” and let her mind-meld with my banged up knee. Couldn’t hurt, right?
Grandpa raised my brother and me. Grandpa’s country vet services rarely netted cash but mostly chickens, eggs, or a goat. There was always plenty to eat. Toys were scarce so my brother Jimmy and I entertained ourselves with nature’s bounty of sticks, rocks and bugs. One day we started out with a friendly game of cops and robbers, and somehow, it turned bad. A robber (me), chunked a rock at a cop (Jimmy), it popped his forehead open and the blood ran. He fell on the ground screamin’, I was scared to death and thought he was dyin’. Grandpa used kitchen stuff on animal wounds, so I rummaged around and found a box of rock salt. That should do the trick! It did. I dumped that salt into Jimmy’s gash, and he immediately came up off the ground. Grandpa came home, iced down Jimmy’s head and my black eye.