Night Provsion™ GMETAL-5 Innovative Dual Function Flash Light Lantern 500 Lumen Tactical LED Flashlight Torch USB Rechargeable PCB 18650
I'm used to buying cheap flashlights but after this one I don't think I'll be satisfied with the $5 models anymore. I really like how this light is rechargeable. The lantern function is handy and I like the sturdy construction. It's nice knowing I could clobber someone over the head with it if I had to and it wouldn't crumble in my hands.
I've been looking for a reasonably priced yet durable expanding garden hose for my for my long and narrow front porch. I needed a long hose but something that didn't take up much space when not in use.
The GarDspo Expanding Flexible Garden Hose is perfect for my needs. The material is thick and strong when in use yet shrinks to a small pile once the water is turned off. The adapters on each end of the hose are high quality and didn't allow for a single leak.
This hose comes with a nice sprayer attachment the likes of which you might pay $20+ for at a home and garden store. It also comes with a large, sturdy metal hose hanging hook for wall storage.
I definitely recommend this expanding garden hose! And, great news, I have a discount code you can use to save some money.
These adhesive chalkboard tags are tick, durable, and can be reusable if the instructions are carefully followed. There are 48 in the pack so I didn't have the need to reuse any of them myself.
They come in a variety of shapes that aren't your standard rectangle and oval. I used chalk markers to write names on them to use as gift tags. You could also use them as storage labels, for crafts and all kinds of things!
This DIY Hanging Orb Light was incredibly simple to make. You'll need two of these "14 embroidery hoops, found here. This will give you 4 wooden circles in all.
I spray painted the hoops with antique brass Rustoleum spray paint, found here.
You'll need a light bulb socket and cord. You can find these at almost any store or here on Amazon.
After your hoops are dry, simply assemble them into the shape of an orb. The adjustment screws on two of the hoops will make this easier. I used a bit of twine on the top and bottom to hold them in the shape I liked. You can use glue, brads or twine at the points where the hoops meet.
Wrap the cord around the top of the orb so that the light bulb socket hands in the middle of the orb. Add a light bulb annnnnd you're done! Easiest DIY evah!
I found this old, wooden tobacco pipe stand at the Heart of Ohio Antique Center and Flea Market in Springfield, OH. It was less than $20 and cradles the test tubes as though it were made for this purpose. I have seen similar wooden pipe holders and even test tube holders at Goodwill and on Ebay. You can also pick up a fairly inexpensive test tube holder on Amazon.
The test tubes are glass and came from Amazon. You can find them here. Though, if I were to do this project again, I'd use plastic test tubes with screw on caps to make them a little more durable and easier to use. Still, it looks nice and is usable the way it is now.
I'd definitely recommend making your own test tube spice rack as opposed to buying one of the pre-made sets which cost$30 - $150.
I love walking into my kitchen and seeing this spice rack. It makes me feel like a wizard uses my kitchen for alchemy and awesomeness.
Phoenix looked up at the sound, turning her attention away from
her computer, a laptop so old it could be considered vintage. She cocked her
head to the side, eyes narrowed on the tiny window above the kitchen sink. The
last rays of evening sunlight struggled to shine through glass that held tight
to its dingy, dull appearance no matter how many times she gave it a thorough
The sound, high pitched and whiny, grew louder. Dirt bike.
An image of a dusty yellow, dented metal death trap flashed through her mind.
The image of the dirt bike her father had rode during Phoenix's childhood. Her
father had been an idiot on that bike, attempting to ride it over shoddily
constructed jumps in daredevil fashion. The drunker he was, the more dangerous
She was certain, though she couldn't say how she knew, that the
unknown dirt bike now throttling down in front of her trailer carried an idiot
just as worthless as her father had been.
Phoenix snapped the over-large lid closed on the geriatric
laptop, wincing as it emitted a cracking noise as if in protest to the rough
treatment. She glanced over her shoulder, finding her two young children
tangled together on her tattered sofa, their attention fixed on whatever
cartoon they'd been able to find through the static on the TV.
With a sigh, she pushed herself up and headed to the door. Her
ex--or soon to be ex--was back, she just knew it. She was convinced the sole
reason the bastard had yet to sign the divorce papers he'd been served was so
he could continue feeling like he retained the right to show up randomly and
beg for money...or sex.
Those days are long gone, asshole. Just like you
Phoenix slipped through the normally squeaky front door in
silence. Thankful the Trailer Park Gods chose this moment to be merciful, she
latched the door shut behind her with a gentle click. The kids did not need to
know their father had dropped by. Sure as shit the man hadn't dropped by to see
them. As far as Phee-o knew, Jasper had decided years ago to forget
about the existence of their two children.
She ignored the jackass now lounging on the potentially stolen,
definitely ready for the junkyard bike, and focused instead on her '98 Honda.
As her long-legged strides carried her forward, she withdrew a set of keys from
the front pocket of her jeans.
Calm. Phoenix was going to stay calm, no
matter how easily she'd been riled by Jasper in the past. She slid the key into
the slot on the trunk, giving it a little jiggle when it threatened to stick. Nope,
I will not be riled. With a screech the trunk popped open about an inch at
the same moment she heard Jasper's whiskey-rough voice call her name.
"Phee-ee-oh," he singsonged.
Calm. I will remain calm no matter how his voice
grates on my nerves. And shredded the remnants of her heart.
Jasper moved on to the part of his speech meant to cajole her
into doing whatever it was he'd come 'round for, a speech which mainly
consisted of a lot of "Now, baby...".
She shoved the keys back into her pocket, used one hand to lift
the trunk lid and the other to grasp what she thought of as her "calm
Gravel crunched behind her, signaling he'd given up trying to
draw her near with his hillbilly siren song and bike-show-model like posing.
He'd try to soothe her with his hands next, if she allowed him close enough to
Her fingers wrapped around the smooth shaft concealed in the
darkness of the trunk and her heart rate slowed a bit.
See? Calm insurance. It was
already working. A grim smile twisted her lips as she caressed the cool metal
before lifting the substantial bulk free of the trunk.
One hand on the barrel, the other on the grip, she turned to
face her soon-to-be-ex with a shotgun held snug against her torso, braced
across her body diagonal from shoulder to hip.
Jasper noted the gun with a rounding of his bloodshot eyes and
took a few cautionary steps backward, his grime coated hands held up in front
of him as if that alone would keep Phee-o from shooting his sorry ass.
"Now, baby, what's with the shotgun? You got some varmint around here
causing trouble? Them 'coons and squirrels always were a pain in the ass 'round
here, gettin' into places they shouldn't." His eyes shifted from the gun
to her face and back while he tried to laugh it off but only managed a nervous
Phoenix studied the man she used to love so deeply it hurt.
Eventually the love had fled along with the man he used to be, leaving only the
hurt behind. Now...now she looked at Jasper and the only thing she felt was
pity for her children having such a shitty father and pity for Jasper because
he'd let his life come to this.
Jasper had been handsome, oh, boy, had he been handsome. In high
school, he'd had a panty-stealing grin, mussed blond hair, the kind of rock
hard abs only teenage boys can manage to cultivate, and a nice big dick. His
panty-stealing grin had introduced Phoenix to his noteworthy undercarriage and
that'd been all it took to have a teenage Phee-o halfway to the alter in her
mind. Every time she'd looked into Jasper's baby blue's, dreams of children and
a real house with a picket fence and holidays where no one got arrested took
over her otherwise practical brain.
Unfortunately, she'd never gotten the nice house far away from a
trailer park and she'd never gotten to experience a normal holiday celebration.
At least she had the children.
Ten years after the fact, Jasper's hair was thinning and rarely
washed, his stomach had grown a paunch from too much liquor and not enough hard
work, and his drinkin' had taken the fun out of his big dick. Turns out, an XL
dick isn't of much use if the owner drinks so much he can't get it up, keep it
up, or concentrate long enough to use it with any amount of skill.
Phoenix took a step toward Jasper, her hold on the shotgun
steady. "What do you want, Jasper?"
He rubbed the back of his dirty neck and toed at the sparse
gravel with one booted foot. "Well, I thought I'd come home for a
bit." When Phee-o shifted her hold on the rifle, he amended, "Not for
a bit. For a while. Forever."
Uh huh, right. "Why?"
His eyes narrowed on her face, a bit of mean sneaking in around
the edges. The stupid shit seemed to be forgetting about the gun. "I miss
you. I want to see my kids. Ain't that reason enough?" His tone was no
longer cajoling but as hard and unforgiving as the back of his hand the sole
time he'd been drunk and mean enough to strike Phee-o.