Boise, ID, USA, SHERWIN WILLIAMS Locations

Hi. There's this brand (mont marte) that I really love. It's a student grade brand, but it's way better than other student grade brands I've tried like liquitex basics or Amsterdam standard. Cheaper too. But the packaging *****. The caps always break, no matter how I glue them back on. This is the case for most tubes I own, and I've wasted several tubes that just dried because of this. I'm thinking of transferring them to different containers. Someone suggested empty aluminum paint tubes. But I can't find those locally and the shipping for international stores is too expensive. So I'm thinking of air tight jars instead. I will pour the paint in the jar...

Area D looks interesting enough... (PLAB) Two troopers caught smoking in broad daylight at W7 gate by base comm himself, now this? I've had enough of the inconvenience caused by 607 squadron as a whole. SAF Hotline ordered me to give this phone number a call but to no avail. 9069 8711 It's all thanks to 607 squadron, what are they doing? MAJ Chew Wei Jie and MAJ Kelvin Tan should know better. Why did APGC CC SWO Ng Kok Wee have to insist on inspecting not just my phone gallery, but my messages along with my browser history? What's 607 doing? 3wo Nandakumar entrusted a military vehicle to the PCs which under no circumstance, should a warrant officer be doing. I felt insul...

When dad got locked up again, it didn’t hit right away. He’d been in and out since I was nine, but this time felt different. Longer sentence. Something about assault with a weapon and parole violations. My mom, Marisol, cried once, then shut down completely. No yelling, no last minute plea to judge for leniency—just silence. “He’s going away for at least fifteen years.” It wasn’t news. We all knew. I’d heard her crying about it on the phone to my grandma in the Philippines through the paper-thin wall. My little sister, Kiana heard it too but didn’t say anything. Just curled up on the mattress with his headphones on, pretending she couldn’t. Then mom couldn’t make ren...

When dad got locked up again, it didn’t hit right away. He’d been in and out since I was nine, but this time felt different. Longer sentence. Something about assault with a weapon and parole violations. My mom, Marisol, cried once, then shut down completely. No yelling, no last minute plea to judge for leniency—just silence. “He’s going away for at least fifteen years.” It wasn’t news. We all knew. I’d heard her crying about it on the phone to my grandma in the Philippines through the paper-thin wall. My little sister, Kiana heard it too but didn’t say anything. Just curled up on the mattress with his headphones on, pretending she couldn’t. Then mom couldn’t make ren...

When dad got locked up again, it didn’t hit right away. He’d been in and out since I was nine, but this time felt different. Longer sentence. Something about assault with a weapon and parole violations. My mom, Marisol, cried once, then shut down completely. No yelling, no last minute plea to judge for leniency—just silence. “He’s going away for at least fifteen years.” It wasn’t news. We all knew. I’d heard her crying about it on the phone to my grandma in the Philippines through the paper-thin wall. My little sister, Kiana heard it too but didn’t say anything. Just curled up on the mattress with his headphones on, pretending she couldn’t. Then mom couldn’t make ren...

When dad got locked up again, it didn’t hit right away. He’d been in and out since I was nine, but this time felt different. Longer sentence. Something about assault with a weapon and parole violations. My mom, Marisol, cried once, then shut down completely. No yelling, no last minute plea to judge for leniency—just silence. “He’s going away for at least fifteen years.” It wasn’t news. We all knew. I’d heard her crying about it on the phone to my grandma in the Philippines through the paper-thin wall. My little sister, Kiana heard it too but didn’t say anything. Just curled up on the mattress with his headphones on, pretending she couldn’t. Then mom couldn’t make re...

When dad got locked up again, it didn’t hit right away. He’d been in and out since I was nine, but this time felt different. Longer sentence. Something about assault with a weapon and parole violations. My mom, Marisol, cried once, then shut down completely. No yelling, no last minute plea to judge for leniency—just silence. “He’s going away for at least fifteen years.” It wasn’t news. We all knew. I’d heard her crying about it on the phone to my grandma in the Philippines through the paper-thin wall. My little sister, Kiana heard it too but didn’t say anything. Just curled up on the mattress with his headphones on, pretending she couldn’t. Then mom couldn’t make re...

When dad got locked up again, it didn’t hit right away. He’d been in and out since I was nine, but this time felt different. Longer sentence. Something about assault with a weapon and parole violations. My mom, Marisol, cried once, then shut down completely. No yelling, no last minute plea to judge for leniency—just silence. “He’s going away for at least fifteen years.” It wasn’t news. We all knew. I’d heard her crying about it on the phone to my grandma in the Philippines through the paper-thin wall. My little sister, Kiana heard it too but didn’t say anything. Just curled up on the mattress with his headphones on, pretending she couldn’t. Then mom couldn’t make re...

When dad got locked up again, it didn’t hit right away. He’d been in and out since I was nine, but this time felt different. Longer sentence. Something about assault with a weapon and parole violations. My mom, Marisol, cried once, then shut down completely. No yelling, no last minute plea to judge for leniency—just silence. “He’s going away for at least fifteen years.” It wasn’t news. We all knew. I’d heard her crying about it on the phone to my grandma in the Philippines through the paper-thin wall. My little sister, Kiana heard it too but didn’t say anything. Just curled up on the mattress with his headphones on, pretending she couldn’t. Then mom couldn’t make re...

Bonus if you get the same item every time like me! Like, when will it stop!? https://preview.redd.it/b0ry5a7bng7g1.jpg?width=2360&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ec2f49403157b2f3b278ccf7c322e5b280a2709f

When dad got locked up again, it didn’t hit right away. He’d been in and out since I was nine, but this time felt different. Longer sentence. Something about assault with a weapon and parole violations. My mom, Marisol, cried once, then shut down completely. No yelling, no last minute plea to judge for leniency—just silence. “He’s going away for at least fifteen years.” It wasn’t news. We all knew. I’d heard her crying about it on the phone to my grandma in the Philippines through the paper-thin wall. My little sister, Kiana heard it too but didn’t say anything. Just curled up on the mattress with his headphones on, pretending she couldn’t. Then mom couldn’t make re...

When dad got locked up again, it didn’t hit right away. He’d been in and out since I was nine, but this time felt different. Longer sentence. Something about assault with a weapon and parole violations. My mom, Marisol, cried once, then shut down completely. No yelling, no last minute plea to judge for leniency—just silence. “He’s going away for at least fifteen years.” It wasn’t news. We all knew. I’d heard her crying about it on the phone to my grandma in the Philippines through the paper-thin wall. My little sister, Kiana heard it too but didn’t say anything. Just curled up on the mattress with his headphones on, pretending she couldn’t. Then mom couldn’t make re...

When dad got locked up again, it didn’t hit right away. He’d been in and out since I was nine, but this time felt different. Longer sentence. Something about assault with a weapon and parole violations. My mom, Marisol, cried once, then shut down completely. No yelling, no last minute plea to judge for leniency—just silence. “He’s going away for at least fifteen years.” It wasn’t news. We all knew. I’d heard her crying about it on the phone to my grandma in the Philippines through the paper-thin wall. My little sister, Kiana heard it too but didn’t say anything. Just curled up on the mattress with his headphones on, pretending she couldn’t. Then mom couldn’t make re...

I accidentally did this maybe 5 years ago as an experiment without research. And I have recently started to look into it and apparently the paper could destroy other papers stored with them. I did happen to add a coat of acrylic glitter paint over the whole piece so maybe that would help. Edit: I also did leave it hanging for the same amount of time, it was originally going to be part of a bookmark but now I'm definitely concerned to use it that way.

Part 1 When dad got locked up again, it didn’t hit right away. He’d been in and out since I was nine, but this time felt different. Longer sentence. Something about assault with a weapon and parole violations. My mom, Marisol, cried once, then shut down completely. No yelling, no last minute plea to judge for leniency—just silence. “He’s going away for at least fifteen years.” It wasn’t news. We all knew. I’d heard her crying about it on the phone to my grandma in the Philippines through the paper-thin wall. My little sister, Kiana heard it too but didn’t say anything. Just curled up on the mattress with his headphones on, pretending she couldn’t. Then mom couldn’t...

Part 1 When dad got locked up again, it didn’t hit right away. He’d been in and out since I was nine, but this time felt different. Longer sentence. Something about assault with a weapon and parole violations. My mom, Marisol, cried once, then shut down completely. No yelling, no last minute plea to judge for leniency—just silence. “He’s going away for at least fifteen years.” It wasn’t news. We all knew. I’d heard her crying about it on the phone to my grandma in the Philippines through the paper-thin wall. My little sister, Kiana heard it too but didn’t say anything. Just curled up on the mattress with his headphones on, pretending she couldn’t. Then mom couldn’t...

One of my many passions has always been the English language. I can tell a decent story, and I often do that in my journal. Sometimes it's every day. Sometimes, once a week. Recently, it's been multiple times a day. I've had a lot on my mind, and I find that the process of crafting a story helps me see things in a way I might not have before, because it's slow, deliberate, and specific. I'm trying to find a way to get the things in my head onto the screen in a way that makes sense to anyone reading it. I'm always honest AF, authentic, and I want my writing to come across in a way that feels like I could be reading it to you with my voice. In short, I type the sa...