Oh I'm a hell of a hausfrau. I cook, clean, do the laundry, AND all of the household repairs. The only things I don't do are mow the lawn or move the piles of leaves. I also do the gardening.
My real father was a desk jockey but always loved home improvements. He and my mother would fight over them. He usually won as he's a hell of a perfectionist. It was just random luck that she met my step-father, who actually did her apprenticeship (VA doesn't require unions so the licensing paths are different) and now they own a home improvement company.
Did you get to ride in your Dad's truck? I'd have loved that as a kid.
Btw don't be scared about leaving b'more. Home is where you're comfortable and with the one you love the mostest. You can always come back to visit.
You closet work is impressive, more nods of approval from over here :)
I am scared to leave everything and almost everyone I know, but wherever my heart is will home enough for me.
I loved riding with my father during the summer, it was the only way to really spend time with him since he tended to work 6 days a week, but being taught how to read a map by age 7 or 8 and being trusted to act as a navigator on a new route for him at age 11 or 12 is amazing. He never drove all that far, but I still saw from Richmond Va to Springfield Ma with him before I learned to drive and I always think of him and how we would run together when I take a road trip. I wish my children (when I eventually and hopefully have them) will be able to get the chance to meet the man I grew up with, he wasn't perfect by any means, but he was a good person in his heart. (He is dying of cancer and I'm not sure how much time he has left, might be 6 months, might be 6 years, who knows)
Oh heartbreaking, I'm so sorry! But I'm so glad that you are happy with your memories of him. Too many people just stay angry about stupid things until it's too late.
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My real father was a desk jockey but always loved home improvements. He and my mother would fight over them. He usually won as he's a hell of a perfectionist. It was just random luck that she met my step-father, who actually did her apprenticeship (VA doesn't require unions so the licensing paths are different) and now they own a home improvement company.
Did you get to ride in your Dad's truck? I'd have loved that as a kid.
Btw don't be scared about leaving b'more. Home is where you're comfortable and with the one you love the mostest. You can always come back to visit.
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I am scared to leave everything and almost everyone I know, but wherever my heart is will home enough for me.
I loved riding with my father during the summer, it was the only way to really spend time with him since he tended to work 6 days a week, but being taught how to read a map by age 7 or 8 and being trusted to act as a navigator on a new route for him at age 11 or 12 is amazing. He never drove all that far, but I still saw from Richmond Va to Springfield Ma with him before I learned to drive and I always think of him and how we would run together when I take a road trip.
I wish my children (when I eventually and hopefully have them) will be able to get the chance to meet the man I grew up with, he wasn't perfect by any means, but he was a good person in his heart.
(He is dying of cancer and I'm not sure how much time he has left, might be 6 months, might be 6 years, who knows)
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Thanks! Glad I got your approval!! : )
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LOL cell internet is slow. There you go, me with very short hair and fewer tattoos redoing my closet.
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