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How To Clean Dirty Knees
- Practical advice on a particular subject; that gives advice or instruction on a particular topic
- Providing detailed and practical advice
- A how-to or a how to is an informal, often short, description of how to accomplish some specific task. A how-to is usually meant to help non-experts, may leave out details that are only important to experts, and may also be greatly simplified from an overall discussion of the topic.
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- clean and jerk: a weightlift in which the barbell is lifted to shoulder height and then jerked overhead
- Make (something or someone) free of dirt, marks, or mess, esp. by washing, wiping, or brushing
- Remove the innards of (fish or poultry) prior to cooking
- make clean by removing dirt, filth, or unwanted substances from; "Clean the stove!"; "The dentist cleaned my teeth"
- free from dirt or impurities; or having clean habits; "children with clean shining faces"; "clean white shirts"; "clean dishes"; "a spotlessly clean house"; "cats are clean animals"
- make soiled, filthy, or dirty; "don't soil your clothes when you play outside!"
- Cover or mark with an unclean substance
- soiled or likely to soil with dirt or grime; "dirty unswept sidewalks"; "a child in dirty overalls"; "dirty slums"; "piles of dirty dishes"; "put his dirty feet on the clean sheet"; "wore an unclean shirt"; "mining is a dirty job"; "Cinderella did the dirty work while her sisters preened themselves"
- Cause to feel or appear morally tainted
- vile; despicable; "a dirty (or lousy) trick"; "a filthy traitor"
- (knee) stifle: joint between the femur and tibia in a quadruped; corresponds to the human knee
- (knee) the part of a trouser leg that provides the cloth covering for the knee
- The corresponding or analogous joint in other animals
- The upper surface of someone's thigh when sitting; a person's lap
- The joint between the thigh and the lower leg in humans
- (knee) hinge joint in the human leg connecting the tibia and fibula with the femur and protected in front by the patella
2/52 sing, sing us your song
and we'll, sing it back to you. we could sing our own, but what would it, be without you?
the following is my entry for a competition at the morris museum we're doing in lit. it's inspired by a painting.
“Do you think this tie suitable?” the old man asked, his cerulean eyes fixed in gentle understanding, slightly oversized ears hearing something in the following silence. After just a moment he gave a quaint smile to the object below him, nodding his head and chuckling emptily, “yes, I did think you would. The maroon matches so nicely with you.” He ended his sentence as though it were a question, turning away from the polka dotted maroon loveseat and entering the dingy building behind him with some sort of sad agreement.
Speaking as though not just to himself, the old man continued, “I rather like cloudy days. Everything feels so clear without the sun,” he laughed, “speaking of those, Roger has said he would come visit the store this morning. That’s the cause for the tie.”
Clearing his throat nervously as if second-guessing the tie, the man began his daily routine, which was today accelerated in order to make a nice impression upon this visitor. He hobbled around the store swiftly as his rheumatoid arthritis would allow, smiling halfheartedly with an honestly worried look about his face. His anxiety was visibly rising with the sun, and he made nearly continual glances out of the murky shop window towards the loveseat, as if just to make sure it was still there. He moved the delicate, dusky objects within the shop as if to reorganize his mind, as well.
After a few hours of feeble attempts at work and understated chaos, an attractive, middle-aged man arrived at the door with a black briefcase. He had a serious look about his face, with a consciously furrowed brow and a slight frown of anticipation, yet he approached the old man in the shop with a sudden smile. The old man returned the gesture and gave the visitor a weak pat on the shoulder.
“Nice to see you, Roger, nice to see you. How are things at the firm?”
“Fair, I’d say, after this case we had last week – repetitive theft and larceny, crook got away clean. I suppose it was mostly my newest hire, man from Darlington. Quite a turnout, quite a turnout, indeed,” replied Roger.
There was a blaring silence as the old man returned from his mysterious distraction.
“Lovely to hear that, lovely,” he muttered in a blank monotone, looking significantly more anxious. He made a sideways glance out of the window and muttered some sort of plea under his breath in pining as the attorney sat down in a creaky chair.
The furrowed brow of the sitting man returned as he looked around the dirty shop.
“Listen,” he said, opening his black briefcase, “that isn’t what I came to talk about. I know it’s been difficult. None of us are immune to that.”
The old man stared out the window as his breathing accelerated. He interrupted the defined lines of his face with a heavy blink and stayed perfectly still, rooted to the spot. The attorney sighed in frustration and fumbled through his briefcase until he found a glossy booklet. He stared at it for a fleeting moment and sighed again deeply.
“Dad,” the man continued, “I know what this shop is to you. It’s been in the family for years – but just look around. Look what you’re living in. This is getting dreadfully out of hand.”
Roger stopped, aggravated by his father’s seeming indifference and lack of cooperation. He locked the shiny buckles of his briefcase and stood up as the chair creaked in protest beneath him. His brow furrowed impossibly further, and he cleared his throat with determination.
“Look. I know you don’t want to do this, but bottom line, you can’t handle living here anymore. I’ve found a nice place at the edge of town. It’s called Brookhaven. They’ll be coming soon. I know it’s going to be difficult for you to leave, but ever since Mum died…”
The old man burst from his silence in a hysterical high-pitched wail and cradled his head in his hands. He began hobbling towards the open door, towards the polka-dotted maroon loveseat, where it was two summers ago and everything was as it should still be.
Before his knees could allow the old man to reach the door, the attorney took his arms behind his back and held him still. His son was shorter but much stronger than he, and the old man continued to scream and struggle in the attorney’s grip. After what seemed like an eternity the old man was partially released as Roger voiced,
“Now, you’re going to stay still. They’ll be here any minute now, and I’ll go with you to help get your things situated. Don’t try to run off.”
Nearly as he finished his sentence an old tan station wagon pulled up on the curb. A plump woman in scrubs with even plumper hair and plum lips opened the passenger door and walked around the front of the car towards the old man and his son. She nodded briefly at Roger and then turned to the old man with an overly sweet smile and degrading stare. He
39/365 - Nothing New, Nothing Less.
February 8th, 2008
So, once again I did nothing today, such a surprise! I did however sort out some of my magazines and I plan to sort and clean more tomorrow as tonight I'm slowly getting tired. I didn't really get anything else done today except wanting to go outside which I didn't do.
What do you do when your stuck between a rock and a hard place? It's like, I want to go walking outside and I want to go running but I feel as if when I step outside all eyes are on me and everyone's just watching me to see if I screw up or something. What can I do to ease some pressure off my shoulders?
I feel as if I go out walking that I might get kidnapped or something. So what do I do? Gah. =/
I've been so annoyed lately, I'm just waiting for me to start snapping back at someone. John kept asking me to "come in here, come in here" all yesterday, at least I think it was yesterday. Now he wants me to get on AIM. When really, I just want to be left alone to go to sleep or to bathe. I hope he doesn't get pissed at this but he probably will. I just can't win.
I wanna have their company around me, but sometimes it's just a little too much. I hate whenever I'm watching a movie and Mom starts talking or John asks me to come here. Maybe I'm just getting a little wacko. I just feel so stressed. My rooms a mess, Mom keeps bitching about how messy her house is, John keeps bitching about money, I keep bitching about money, I keep thinking of what to buy next month, Mom'll probably need my money again next month.
I just can't win. Anything I do it upsets her. Lately she's been bitching about how messy the house is. She's just always bitching anymore. Bitching at John and I for our dirty clothes or to clean up our mess. But the way I figure, the house is practically all packed up with boxes, cleaning up our mess wouldn't make a difference now would it? Now she's in the kitchen slamming brownie pans and dishes around.
Why must she act like this? Do you see me bitching at every little thing in my life like there's not tomorrow? She's somewhat judgmental too. I'll go and give her a kiss or a hug or I'll just go and lay on her bed and she'll just look at my knees. (When I lay on her bed, it kinda makes a grinding noise when I start to lay down on it, mostly because I'm heavy) Today she insisted that I need to shave my legs. -.-; I know. I know 10 million more times then she does. The only reason why I haven't shaved them is because I can't find my razor amongst the rubbish. John and Heather have been fighting and she's not coming this weekend. :(
I still haven't bathed and I don't understand why but it seems that I've been much more tired lately then usual, and I'm actually getting sleep. I don't know, nothing ever makes sense.
Sanrio added new Kuromi things to their store. I'm mad because I want them but can't get them because I hardly have any money left. Not to mention the remaining $40 that I do have is now taken over by Mom because she needs to get the Van inspected. Well, technically it's already inspected, she just needs to get 2 new tires and she needs to fix the driver seat.
blaaaaah. So, I'm gonna clean the shit off my bed and I'm gonna go to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow I'll clean my room, bathe and get outside.
Hopefully. I plan to do so but I doubt it'll happen. >_<;
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