What I Learned About Cleaning Bearings

Cleaning skate bearings is hard- TWSS. It is time consuming. It is boring and you get your hands all greasy. These are some of the reasons I have NEVER cleaned my bearings, until last night. Thank goodness I had a couple of good friends to help me, Whitney aka 80085 and vodka. This is NOT a to do list or a how to, these are things that can make life easier if and when you decide to clean your bearings.

1- Give yourself plenty of time, at least 2 hours. You will need less time after doing this once or twice and if you are not multitasking on making dinner.
2- Have all of the tools at the ready- skate tool with bearing puller, a couple of dishes to put the little pieces in, break cleaner, some paper towels and lots of patience.
3- Open a door or window, even if it is 29 degrees out. The fumes mandate this!
4- Keep cats, children and anything else that will try to ruin your night by disappearing with the small pieces away. Or at least keep the pieces out of their reach.
5- You need space. Doing this at a table is a good idea.
6- Be aware that pieces might go flying off or you may drop them. Find them immediately, and then revert back to idea #4.
7- NEVER do this alone!

That's it. Good luck. Please don't ask me to help you clean your bearings. I am whiny and not much help. But I will support your effort. AND I also support trying out your clean bearings by skating around the kitchen.

Dixie

I'm an Adult!?!?!?!?!

Earlier this morning I was discussing my weekend with a coworker and I mentioned that I go grocery shopping once a month. I told her this was because I didn't really have time to go multiple times throughout the week and those stops for 1 or 2 things can be rather expensive. <WHAM!> Insert dramatic noise, because that's when it him me: I am an adult. I have bills, that are paid on time, my own apartment, I am responsible for 2 furry lives and people depend on me.

Here is a short list of how I know I am an adult. Feel free to cry with me over a glass of wine, because adults don't drink wine out of the box.

I fold underwear.
I go grocery shopping with a list containing more than booze and frozen pizza.
I plan things, have a calendar and an address book.
I pack my lunch- eating out is expensive.
I make my bed- sometimes.
I have cats, and they eat often and have a clean litter box.
I know when trash day is and I recycle.
I go to work. The same time everyday.
I have benefits- YAY!
I have a supply of toilet paper and paper towels.
I use real dishes- the solo cups are for "special occassions".

Being an adult isn't a bad thing, just a scary realization.

And now to drive home the point that I am an adult, see the picture below. My mom looks so proud.