I don’t need the passwords while I’m out and if it is really important it will will have to wait, if it is really really important then I will go home and get it, but in reality it is almost always never really that important.

We sold a townhouse in the lower mainland and bought a house on an acre+ in middle BC with some money left over.

Vancouver is ridiculous.

To your first point, I do this with the Costco gravy, add one salt and two pepper packets into the gravy makes it way better.

To your second point, many times the no name brand or store brand is actually packed by the same company with the same product but you aren’t paying for the brand name marketing so it is cheaper.

Vancouver BC is home of the broken wealth meter. There was a flash game where you guessed which house was listed over a million dollars.

https://archive.org/details/crack-shack-or-mansion

Use a pen and paper, no one breaks into your house for your password.

I don’t even write the whole thing down, just enough that I know what the rest is, the missing part is context to me.

Axes, I have four and I will get another next year.

I have a hatchet for small tasks, a midsized axe for cutting small trees down and chopping, a Pulaski for landscaping/ digging tasks and I have a splitting axe/maul for splitting rounds.

There is something incredibly rewarding and fun about swinging an axe.

The enemy of my enemy, is my enemy’s enemy, nothing more nothing less.

Another enemy might serve as a temporary distraction but not much is going to stop Israel (the govt and country) from trying to continue what they started before the 1900s, the mass expulsion or eradication of the native population of a country they had no right to. They might have tried to slowly immigrate there over generations but that would not satisfy the Zionists that wanted to take minority ethnic control of a majority Muslim land.

Garage and estate sales might be a source on old corded power tools.

It was meant to be “working up in Whistler” but I didn’t check my voice typing.

EI is what you get when you get laid off in BC. I don’t know if they still call it that anymore.

I was breaking up in Whistler back in my twenties, at the end of the season, they lay everybody off except for a small crew of full-time employees. I went on to EI for the summer pretended to look for jobs, and went on road trips with friends. Once summer finished, I found another job and I have unfortunately been employed ever since in various Warehouse jobs from order picker to warehouse manager.

I’ve been using the same Brother MFC from the late 2009. The toner is from at least 2013 as that is when my ex left it behind. It still works wonders for the 10 pages or so I print a year.

We just moved, can’t do it again. I finally got a house with a sauna.

I’m not really adopting this label. I’ve always been this way. I would always call and plan when I went to people’s houses as a kid. As an adult I would always book at least a week in advance when I wanted to hang out with people. I don’t just pop by, I plan in advance. We don’t have kids, it is just us two humans and two dogs, we like it this way.

My parents and I talk by text every other day and talk around once a week by phone. I think the only difference will be that I will go by once a week instead of the phone call.

I have talked with my parents and they have said they aren’t going to come over unannounced.

I am a private person likely because they are private people and the thought of showing up at someone house without being invited is very much something that never happened growing up. I only kinda accept my best friend doing it and he would still call an hour ahead of time to let me know he was in the area. Now he is a 6 hour drive away so he would probably give me more notice now.

I think she is worried because my mom and dad are grieving but I don’t think they are going to change their social courtesies because of it. They are moving closer because if something happens to my dad they don’t want me driving hours to get to see him like in the past.

I went to see The Offspring and Sublime (with Rome).

Offspring was pretty good though the arena had horrible sound. Sublime was hot garbage with Rome singing. The only thing saved it was the crowd knew all the words so we were all drowning out his shit singing.

It’s the fact that she would beat them bloody, and they can’t deal with the erection they get at the thought of that.

I was a manager of a warehouse for years on night shift. I had no bosses except for one hour at the end of my shift.

As long as we got our shit done I didn’t care what people did. They complained on days we weren’t doing stuff that would help their shift once we got our work done. The solution our shift came up with was making sure the guys timed their work to finish just before the end of the shift so they wouldn’t have any expectation to do day shift work.

They did some sweeping to pretend they were helping days but no actual extra work.

In a restaurant that no longer exists called The Night Owl in Guildford BC they had a Monte Cristo sandwich. It was two thick slices of french toast with a ton of thin slices turkey, a nice slice of ham and a few thick melted slices of Swiss cheese with a decent pile of french fries served next to it.

In 20 years I haven’t found another place that made it as good as they did.

They were replaced with another restaurant that made incredible pasta, but that is another post entirely.

First I read about it from a comment was that he was trying to prove his Ex-Wife wrong that he can make something of himself. But it didn’t mention is that he joined the Gendarmerie of Turkey, which is a police type force in rural areas and other places in the country.

I don’t want to lower his achievements but he’s just a cop who obviously did well in his shooting practice and turned that into a silver medal. He isn’t a hitman like the memes are saying.

I went to my home town from across the country when my grandmother died, I was sleeping on the couch and my mom woke up early and was reading the newspaper close by and saw I wasn’t breathing much.

She said I should go to the doctor, a month later I had a CPAP and had my first restful sleep of my entire life, somehow I survived having a brain that doesn’t tell my lungs to breathe all the time while asleep.

I was practically a new person, it took some years for my brain to bounce back with regards to memory and clear thinking but I’m as normal as can be now.