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Ok guys I need a huge favor. I'm in the process of starting my own HVAC company. My prices will still beat anyone's prices and all my work is guaranteed. I'm still working oit some small details and promotions for new customers and a small referral program. So if you know anyone who is looking for ANY hvac work have them contact me. 614-381-8413. The new compnay will be called Frost Heating and Cooling. There will be a small price increase for work done starting immediately. $60 for a tune up or service call/diagnostic mon-fri. $75 service calls on weekends/holidays. Any input on how to grow business or any advice is greatly appreciated

I found out something about myself today. I can be calm under pressure and keep my head in a life-threatening situation. How do I know this? Read on... As I was riding my motorcycle home from work today, minding my own business and whistling happy tunes inside my helmet, I found myself in a pretty precarious situation. I happened to bump into a "Bald Faced Hornet". When I say "bump into" I mean literally. The hornet flew into my face shield while I was riding on Route 36. So what? I hit bugs all the time. This one, though, was the size of a AA battery and hit with a thud, and startled me a little. Then it tried to fly off but wound up into my chest. A little dazed, apparently, it tried to fly away but seemed to prefer the pocket of calm air behind my windshield and finally landed on my tank bag to gather it's thoughts and take stock of where it was. It looked up at me, and I looked back at it. (Let me digress for a moment and say I hate stinging insects with a passion. You would too if you'd been stung in the face 14 times by a swarm of Paper Wasps. Back to the story.) Still hurtling down Route 36, the Hornet and I shared our brief encounter, but alas, all good things must come to an end. So I lifted up my hand and tried to gently brush the hornet off my tank bag. It was having none of it. It flew around back onto my tank bag. Right, you little bugger, a little more forceful this time. Push, fly, land. It looked up at me like a stoner kid; "Sup, brah?" Tired of its little hornet shenanigans, I swiped at it with passion and vigor. I hit the tank bad and sent the little bastard arse-over-tit into the air. I raised a triumphant fist into the air as I saw it lose control and fall down. Down. Right down, into the saddle. Between my legs. And disappeared under my crotch. Now, as any of you gross bachelor types will (refuse to) admit, sometimes you drop food while you are sitting down and have to go digging between your legs for it? Yeah? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? So there I am, speeding down Route 36 with a hornet (the size of a baby carrot with red-hot needle where his arse should be) that has decided to play hide-and-seek "down under". Now, I'm sure you can imagine that this is NOT an ideal scenario for me. At any moment it could sting me in the unmentionables, yet I cannot do anything about it while I'm doing 65mph. This is where grace under fire comes in. Did I panic and dump the bike? No. I stayed the course, despite the fact my love spuds were in MORTAL danger. (I digress again - I had an epiphany - I always wondered how bike magazines got such great 60-0 braking distances on test bikes. How do they do it? They drop a bald-faced hornet down the test rider's boxers. Job done.) I stopped that bike so damn fast I swear it's 4 inches shorter now. And speaking of 4 inches shorter, my wedding tackle had involuntarily relocated to up under my lungs. I also managed to achieve this Newton-defying act of braking with one hand, while the other hand dug into my crotch desperately grabbing handfuls of anything down there hoping to evict the hornet from the vicinity of my trouser torpedo. I hopped off the bike like I'd been launched by one of those inflatable blobs that people jump on the other side of and started frantically swatting at my little buddy. It must have been quite a sight to see my by the side of the highway reaching down with both hands battering my nethers like my hairy brain was on fire. Finally I saw the hornet fly away without so much as a "by your leave". I was unscathed. Mr Happy remained true to his name. I took a moment to pay homage to my "unstung hero". I got back on the bike and rode home, with my legs clutching the bike so tight I thing I left knee-shaped dents in the tank.

Falls on deaf ears, even some in that congregation has issue with many of the things he said. Bill O'Reilly said some similar things and gave some similar examples, yet he is nothing but a bigot now in many eyes. A victim society with a victim mentality. Oh......and the TRUTH hurts.

Bro, it looks like you take care of your yard, much like myself. And I will tell you one thing, I would be ripping someone's ass big time, and not just over the package handling. Man I can't believe she did that all around. Can you take the video in to show a super? I would try to do that so you have the proof.

Appearance is very thing too. I have a friend in the window business. Before entering a house, he puts on the those work boot "cover up booties" and puts down drop clothes from the enterance to the work area. Since you are already doing this as a daily job, this is something you are probably already doing, although a drop cloth on the steps to the basement might be a trip hazard. We had a complete furnace and outside central air unit installed from a company normally that services the eastern ohio area. They still came out to our area. They left company logo-ed coffee mugs, fridge magnets, and 3 days later, sent a small flower arrangement as a "thank you for choosing us". After the install / service, they gave us $5 off the bill if we left a company sign in the front yard for a week. After a week, a person from the company picked up the sign, and stopped in to make sure we were happy with the service and gave a chance for any questions or concerns that may have come up. My City, Bedford, has a law that signs have to be 25 feet from the center of the street, meaning that you can not have signs on the front tree lawn, but a few feet into the main yard is allowed. ( I live on a 2 lane street ) The company also offered a "VIP club" that you pay up front, and this covered the 6 month inspection when switching from funace to AC in the summer. Also provides priority service if a call is needed. And communication!! I like when service companies call a few days before the service as a reminder, then also call the day before the service.

Really want to make a comment on Gen3 and DP. Oh and welcome to OR.

Find me a woman who'll have sex 50 days in a row, let alone 50 times in a day. ;-)

http://www.cincyjoad.com/ Jim and Liz Coombe are extremely knowledgeable with archery, and have been teaching kids of all ages for many years now. They have outdoor and indoor ranges on their property in Mason, OH and can get your kid whatever training he desires, to compete or just for fun. Thats pretty much the best place to aim any questions, they are extremely kind and love furthering the sport.

from one sombrero wearin' mo'fo' to another thanks!

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I it would be nice if the new stuff in NWS and Rant Rave would come up when View New Content is used. Few people see it anymore and that's where I had to put this years Midget Stripper show info and related pics

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I had a yellow jacket get down inside my riding jacket once and sting me from neck to navel. No fun at all. I was pulling into work and people stopped and stared as I stopped in the middle of the lot and frantically fumbled with my zipper and failing because of my cheap gloves. Altho scruit, you shoulda let it get you once in the prick, just for a photo op, because that's the biggest anyone will ever see it.

So everyone I have talked to has basically said the same thing. nearly impossible to diagnose internal issues when a timing chain goes without tearing the engine apart. I feel like this guy has never steered me wrong in the past and everyone else that goes to him says the same thing. i am going to bite the bullet and have them do the engine swap, ask for the new timing chain to be installed in the used motor and drive this mother till the wheels come off. thanks for everyone's input.

I think if you keep doing what you're doing, quality work at affordable prices, you'll be in pauly's boat soon enough (more work than time). Like they say: take care of your customers and the business will take care of itself.

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I wanna see the video.

I'm not looking forward to getting hit with simunitions again. I'm just going to have to be really good.

My 06 R1 Anniversary, aka LMS - Lil Miss Sunshine in her track dress: And my current street bike (that is up for sale) the crossplane '11 R1 - TOW, The Other Woman:

You really should shave. I keep mine perfectly shaved.

mmm! I'm having chicken and waffles right now... LOL

Project "Big Smoke" is under way. We're in phase 2 right now. Well, it might not be a big smoke for some, but for me it is! For phase 1, I have 20 pounds of pork butt (already done, and pulled), phase 2 is a 9 pound brisket (in the smoker now, started around 3:30 AM) and phase 3 is 6 racks of ribs. Total of about 45 pounds of meat for a get-together that we're having here this evening.

Oh, I'm sure it is. Probably happy enough just having an "outtie". As long as it makes YOU happy Apparently the ladies in your life haven't broken the bad news to you, so I wont either Or.....are you insinuating your personal limit for meatloaf in your breadbox?

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