SHERWIN WILLIAMS Locations

I asked my mom who is staying with me for a while not to put nails in the wall of the apartment I am renting. I went into her room and said "Hey, this one thing you already did, so not the biggest deal. But going forward, if you could refrain from putting nails in the wall and things like that, I'd appreciate it." She immediately reacted with anger and said "okay sorry I ****** you off!" I said, "well no, you didn't **** me off, I just don't want nails in the wall in a place that I don't own because I don't want to get charged for that." She then yelled "why are you treating me like a child?! I used to work at (some hardware sto...

This is the story of an American family - mine - which is only unusual in that I happened to have inherited 300 years of family records, which I was then able to trace back through records available on the Internet and compare to the family history that was handed down. In theory, I can trace my family tree back about 1,800 years, although the reliability of records goes through a spectrum. But even the parts that are wrong tell us something, and most Americans have some similar story, if they only knew it. Note that this is not intended to paint any part of this history as good or moral; most of the people involved were killers and thieves, however they cared to dress it up. #MYTH The o...

“Hello…?”  Rachael sat alone in the center of the dark upstairs bedroom. The faint sound of a late night driver accelerating from the stop sign down the street was her only companion. She laid down her EVP-Pro in front of her, the red light that indicated the device is recording made the only illumination. “If there is anyone here, all I want to do is communicate.”  Raising her digital video recorder she opened the small two and a half inch LED screen. The intrusion of the green night vision light caused her eyes to re-adjust, reminding her how tired she really was. Pointing the camera over her left shoulder at the open doorway she captured the hallway leading to the master b...

“Hello…?”  Rachael sat alone in the center of the dark upstairs bedroom. The faint sound of a late night driver accelerating from the stop sign down the street was her only companion. She laid down her EVP-Pro in front of her, the red light that indicated the device is recording made the only illumination. “If there is anyone here, all I want to do is communicate.”  Raising her digital video recorder she opened the small two and a half inch LED screen. The intrusion of the green night vision light caused her eyes to re-adjust, reminding her how tired she really was. Pointing the camera over her left shoulder at the open doorway she captured the hallway leading to the master b...

CONTEXT: One of my friends really loves to paint Warhammer miniatures and about a year ago he had some questions on nail stamping since he got a stamping plate set for his hobby and he knew I did my nails. Fast forward to today....I was talking about needing a storage solution and he was giving me tips on how he stores his paints, I brought up if he used magnets for his stuff at all and BOOM he said yeah I use these rubber sheets for my minis....a quick google search later aaaand now it's in my cart and now I have a few ideas of how to potentially store my clump of magnets easily? Fingers crossed!! I do know there was a thread a few months ago asking how to store magnets but I have ...

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Accidentally wound up with two of these books. Rather than resell this one, would prefer a swap for a similar CGC slabbed key of similar value/time period. This is one of the older slabs (2016), so has that newton ring effect, but that's only a cosmetic issue. https://preview.redd.it/4fjwksapkzhg1.jpg?width=3000&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=17371e6d822d46e8a21fcdede41908d35138cc10 https://preview.redd.it/vvwbx3rpkzhg1.jpg?width=3000&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e6cbb36bfa4b7b9576d8b7f9c6b0aece83c24f2c

First of all and before beginning, thanks to the modding team for allowing dissident voices here rather than just closing in an echo chamber, every once in a while I like to make these posts whenever I see I can improve the previous one. Another thing is that you may excuse if I commit some mistake with grammar or word chooses, English is not my first language and while my reading skills are as sharp as they could be, writting can get a little complicated from time to time. So, there are two main conspiracy theories surrounding the sinking of the RMS Titanic occured on the early hours of april 15th, 1912. The first and most known, says that Olympic and Titanic were switched in order to ...

I’ve been showing my work in local galleries that probably accept 90% of all submissions as long as you pay the $15-30 submission fee. I has been fun, I am building up my CV, but translated to zero sales in the year and a half I’ve been seriously full time painting. I feel like my skills have improved greatly, I’ve built up a body of work I’m proud of, and am ready to start showing in spaces that might be slightly more rejecty/gatekeepy, and that don’t require a submission fee, but that will take a percentage of the sale. Fine, cool. I have seen that another local painter who I consider my equal in terms of style and skill has shown at a particular gallery in our city. I check...

Hey everyone! So I just finished up this 2 story open foyer/family room with a vaulted ceiling. The clients were adamant about wanting an “eco friendly” zero VOC paint. They wanted to use a paint I had never used or heard of. I talked them out of using that and gave a few other suggestions. They decided on Sherwin Williams Emerald. I usually use duration for walls and Promar ceiling for ceilings. Apparently Sherwin just changed the formula for Emerald, and I’m not sure if that’s the issue but it was not the easiest paint to work with. It’s a lot thicker than it used to be, dries really fast, not very washable, and not touching up great either. I did add M-1 extender to it (really f...

The City looks loud from a distance. Neon stacked on concrete. Towers clawing at the sky like they’re trying to leave. Up close, it’s quieter. Not peaceful, just resigned. The streets hum instead of scream. Power lines buzz. Old buildings settle into themselves. People move like they’ve learned the timing of the machinery that doesn’t care if they’re in the way. Everyone’s got someplace to be, even if they don’t know why anymore. This city isn’t cruel for sport. It’s practical. It takes what works and grinds down what doesn’t. Calls it efficiency. Calls it progress. Leaves the rest to rot in alleys that smell like rain and ozone and something sweet you don’t want to i...

I found Annah sitting on the low brick wall by the canal, feet dangling just above the water like she was considering it. She looked up when I said her name. Relief crossed her face quickly, then disappeared, like she hadn’t meant to show it. “I think I walked in a circle,” she said. “That’s impressive,” I replied. “Most people do it accidentally.” She laughed, then scooted over to make room for me, even though I hadn’t sat yet. I took it as an invitation. Her phone was open to a map that made no sense. Streets looped back into themselves. Blue dots everywhere. I closed it for her. “Rule one,” I said. “Never trust a phone when it’s raining.” “Rule two?...

Hollow CreekMy mother always said Hollow Creek was the kind of town that remembered you, even if you didn’t remember it. I didn’t believe her until the day we drove back in. The mountains rose like dark shoulders around the valley, the pines crowding close to the road as if they were trying to listen in. The air smelled like wet bark and something metallic underneath, something I couldn’t place. The town sign still leaned slightly to the left, the paint peeling around the edges: **WELCOME TO HOLLOW CREEK** **Where the Echo Meets the Mountains** I didn’t remember that slogan. I didn’t remember a lot of things. Mom kept her eyes on the road, fingers tight around the steering w...

Okay, I am *freaking the **** out* and I just have to get this down somewhere, just in case, and I figure this is the best place to seek advice about what just happened tonight? Just, you know…proceed at your own risk because this…well, you'll see. So, I *did* make it home "*physically safe*" tonight, just not sure about the rest of me. It's currently 7:18 am, the sun is finally up, and I'm home alone with curtains drawn, and every single light on in my apartment. I'm furiously pounding this out, while waiting for the cops to arrive. It took me a while to figure out how to contact them online, since I don't have my phone anymore…but, that's gett...

I listened as the Trans Am’s engine roared, the sound fading as he sped out of the parking lot. Once I felt certain he was gone, I cautiously went downstairs and called 911, my voice trembling as I explained what had happened. Within minutes, four police cars pulled up to my house. Two officers remained outside while the other two entered to make sure RPA was no longer inside and to hear my account of the incident. I recounted the fight and how the gun had come into play, my eyes drawn repeatedly to the bullet hole in the drywall. The officers asked whether RPA had left on foot or by car, and I described the make and model of the Trans Am. They questioned whether he still had the gun and ...

They renovated about 3 months ago (back when they were painting the exterior). They updated the inventory, and it's amazing. A kids section, a complete outdoor kitchen area, LOTS of hot sauces and spices, and lots of just nifty things and whatnot. They didn't advertise much, excepting facebook, which staff admitted faired kinda lacklusterly. It was pretty cool, and the prices were not terrible or even better than what can be found online. If this style of store is your cup of tea, throw them your support.

Word about RPA being married to me spread quickly, and it wasn’t long before my reputation preceded me. Apparently, the story of how I handled things with the bat traveled fast—so much so that, according to what I heard, the doorman at that particular strip club actually kept a picture of me by the entrance. It was as if they thought I might storm in at any moment, though, truthfully, I had no intention of ever setting foot in a place like that. The confrontation with RPA and his companion at our home did not remain a private incident—it quickly sent shockwaves through RPA's social circle, especially among his friends and the staff at the local strip clubs. News of my actions spr...

A warm and orange sun. A gentle flowing breeze. "******, useless piece of ****". Green grass flowing in the wind. Tall oak trees that cast a cool shadow onto the dry and dusty ground below. "These windows painted shut or something?". Birds chirping. Distant sound of cars. A field. A forest. A house. A window. A crowbar held in the hands of a young lady dressed entirely in black. Another young woman stands beside her, dressed in blue but with a white jacket. The one in black clenched and unclenched her fists in an attempt to regain circulation: "God, this thing's is murder on my hands. Come gimme a hand, would ya?". The lady in blue stepped f...