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Flame Floor Mats

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  • (Floor mat) A mat is a generic term for a piece of fabric or flat material, generally placed on a floor or other flat surface, and serving a range of purposes including: * providing a regular or flat surface, such as a mousepad.
  • be in flames or aflame; "The sky seemed to flame in the Hawaiian sunset"
  • flare: shine with a sudden light; "The night sky flared with the massive bombardment"
  • A hot glowing body of ignited gas that is generated by something on fire
  • fire: the process of combustion of inflammable materials producing heat and light and (often) smoke; "fire was one of our ancestors' first discoveries"
  • A thing compared to a flame's ability to burn fiercely or be extinguished
  • A cause that generates passionate feelings
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A Set of 4 Universal Fit Fire Flame Carpet Floor Mats for Cars / Truck - Black Yellow
A Set of 4 Universal Fit Fire Flame Carpet Floor Mats for Cars / Truck - Black Yellow
Add a dash of fun and personalized your car with a set of fire flame floor mats. The fabric of the print is made from ployester with anti-fade coloring process. The result is a short hair material that is soft to the touch yet durable. The backing is made from nibber PVC which prevent from sliding and shifting. There is no better way to protect your vehicle's floor / floor mats and increase values while having a bit of fun. Also a great gift idea. Dimension front: 17 X 26 1/2 Dimension rear : 17 X 13

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I'm a Big Children Now
I'm a Big Children Now
I said in the description of the HHR 'toon that I didn't know whether my next major purchase would be a set of Hawaiian flower floor mats for the HHR, or a slot car set. It turned out to be neither one (nor none of them neat-o chrome bare foot accelerator and brake pedals that I want to customize "Hula Dancer" with, neither). HAWK Models was founded by by Dick and Phil Mates in 1928, producing wooden models, and are said to have produced America's first plastic model, sometime in the late Forties. Thus, still in business today, they bill themselves as "America's Oldest Model Company". I gotta take that with a grain of salt, since they've become--since the Seventies--part of Atalieri, and then Testor's, or the other way around, and are now a subsidiary of a division of Multi-National Mega-Corp Global World-Wide & Screw Anybody Who Doesn't Like It, Un-Ltd. Still, it's good to see the old brand name on the shelves. It helps keep alive my faith that somewhere there IS a heaven and a St. Peter who looks a lot like a farm club Fred MacMurray and when he says "C'mon in, sonny" and lets you through that Pearly Gate (Gate singular, the plate glass one, with the sign hanging on a piece of string and say's "Yes, We're Open!" on one side and "Sorry, We're Closed" on the other), there will be endless shelves of HAWK and Monogram and Revell and Renwal kits, and yea verily I say unto you even the lowly Aurora and Lindbergh and Pyro shall be gathered and among the blessed, and they will all still be made by small companies owned by people who are either model builders themselves or at least care what their model builder customers think. And, lo, thou shalt have endless allowance and Coke bottle deposit money to buy them with, and when thou openeth the box, choirs of angels will sing as you inhale the sweet frankincense of pasteboard and virgin styrene. New car smell? Hah! Strip off that cellophane wrapper and take a deep whiff as you lift the lid off a new model box--now THAT'S a SMELL! And, yes, I got a whiff when I did exactly that with "Beach Bunny Catchin' Rays". I could have had her for 98 cents back in '64 or '65, but, as somebody back then warned, "the times they are a'changin'", and they sure as hell did, 'cause with postage and handling, she cost me right at $25 today. But worth every penny! For some reason, which I cannot now recall, I did not have this kit as a kid. I was aware of it, but didn't have it. I built cars, airplanes and ships, but I built figure kits, too--almost all of the Aurora "Famous Monsters", a "Rat Fink", and some of HAWK's other "Weird-Ohs" type kits. But not Beach Bunny. She may have been a bit too "lurid" for the five-and-dimes in my little Baptist burg to handle (even as late as 1966, when I started buying PLAYBOY as a fifteen-year-old, the clerk at the Mr. M convenience store had to reach under the counter to get 'em--I guess God couldn't see 'em hidden under there). And, when I did get to a real hobby shop in Dallas or San Antonio, I guess I was just more intent on buying something else the local variety stores didn't stock, like one of the big Renwal or Adams military vehicle kits (or more of the Mongram military figures kits--God probably had more trouble keeping track of the number of those I bought than he did seeing those PLAYBOYS under the counter at Mr. M). But, I've got her now. And now, of course, like with all my model kits, I gotta find the time and energy to get her built. They've changed the formula on the glue, so it's harder to get your aura focused than it used to be. Which brings us to: ARTISTIC LICENSE DEPARTMENT (with apologies to MAD Magazine): I surfed (ha, ha) all over the web and never could find a pic of a Testor's glue tube from that era. So, I just did what Rembrandt or Renoir or Ingres or Elvgren or any of the other Masters would have done. I faked it. The one in the pic is my "artist's interpretation" of what the tube looked like, based on photos I found of a vintage tube of Testor's glue for wooden models, and one of their 25-cent bottles of liquid plastic cement from that halcyon age. And the warnings on the latter (which I distinctly recall being on the tubes as well--and I mean on all of them, not just Testor's), along with the idea that it might have been morally irresponsible for the people at Ragsdale's, Mott's or Duke & Ayre's to have sold an innocent young tyke such as myself such an obscene model kit, led to the title of this particular effort. Republican friends and family frequently launch into Limbaughesque tirades about about the "nanny state" and "frivolous lawsuits" costing corporations $$$ to put warning labels on everything, and blaming Ralph Nader and the consumer activists as the cause, as if it all started with them in the Seventies. As this shows, however,
The Fight Is Coming
The Fight Is Coming
You know that moment in the movie when the real fight begins-THE FIGHT- the moment when the underdog suddenly kicks ass into gear to change the direction of the ocean's tide and you know it's impossible yet you feel some power in the impossibility as though it is becoming fire in your own veins? Will you recognize that kick ass moment when it comes to you in your own life? When your most hell defining moment is in front of you and you can either burn in the flames or become hotter and brighter- will you feel it? Will you rise to the moment? Will you fight for your gorgeous denoument or will you let it slip past you like a tepid stare? I know my real fight is coming but isn't here yet. I'm still invested in the downward spiral. Going down for the hundredth time- knocked out one more time- bruises showing shallowly on my face and hands. Oh yeah baby- black and blue in the ring! My kid and his what-ever-the-fuck has shoved me into the ropes and I'm sweatin' it again. I know we're headed for answers but in the meantime I know I'm no fit mother, I know I'm no fit human, I know I'm getting emptier and emptier handing out everything I've got. The fight comes after. The fight comes when the answers start illuminating the page. The fight starts when the anger is ingnited beyond any suffocation. The fight starts when there is nothing left to do but claw back up the black hole. I have not come this far to give up, to throw my towel into the sweat pile. Life should not be this god damned hard. But it is. This is the moment in the movie when you wonder if it can get any worse for your underdog and it does. She gets fucking fatter, the boy chooses the cheerleader, every bet is off. She's walking raw alleys and she's got coal smudges under her eyes. She's scraping her nails on the bricks and she's got needles in her feet. It's in the ash that she begins to understand what lengths she's willing to go to to win. Is your moment coming? If you need to feel it- listen to "The Quest" by Bryn Christopher. I have come to understand tonight that I need to make a series of soundtracks in order to orchestrate what's coming. Because what's coming doesn't know compromise. It doesn't know a middle ground. I know that these muscles need to be made to move until they collapse. I know that everything has to be minimalized to its most elemental components so that no extra crap is hanging off the edges of my crazy. I've got a lot of crazy. Oh yeah. You have no idea! It's why I see the things I do. I wish I could compile all the songs that share this power- the power of the underdog- the burning rush of life coming fast in technicolor. It's different for each of us. What makes you feel it won't necessarily be the same as what gets me up off the mat. I know I'm going to need to listen to this while walking with rockets on my feet alone. I am starting to believe that every moment I am not working and my kid isn't home will need to be spent walking or doing lunges across my floor to blasting music. The next few months are going to feel like scraping the barrel of my mind. The next few months are going to feel like skidding on the rocks of my bottom. But make no mistake: I will rise predictably from the ashes a stronger hero and I will not recognize who I was before. I will shed myself like an amphibian. I will scrape off the underdog veneer and blind the sun. If you want to know just how low I have to sink, just where my fears live, just what kinds of gravel thoughts I've had today, you're going to have to tell me you need to hear it. You're going to have to tell me that you need it because you are there with me. Otherwise I cannot say the most unsayable, I cannot speak what my rockbottom is whispering in my ear or I will be set outside alone, again, and I will not do it unless you are outside sitting with me in the 30 degree temperatures. Know yourself. Right now. Know who you are and what you stand for. Know who you are and what you want because you have to know what to fight for if you plan to win. You have to see yourself on the other side. You have to see yourself as though there were two of you. Scraping my nails on the bricks- it's getting bloody in here. The fire is burning in my nose- it's getting into my lungs. I'm only half standing. How about you? Now look up to the camera and show me your spirit! Show me your tiger! Show me how you're gonna win against all odds! Show me how you're gonna rise up and kick some fucking ass! Cause I'm takin' notes now. Ignite!

flame floor mats
flame floor mats
A Set of 4 Universal Fit Plush Carpet Lady Skull with Bow Floor Mats and 1 Comfort Grip Steering Wheel Cover
Get in touch with the pirate in you...with a girl's touch! A wonderful gift set of a Lady Skull with Bow steering wheel cover and a set of 4 (2 front and 2 rear) plush carpet floor mats! Steering Wheel Cover: Get your hands on a unique steering wheel cover from BDK! Simulated leather steering wheel cover provides a soft comfortable grip to your steering wheel. The embossed logo design is vibrant and eye catchy. Most importantly, your hands will no longer have to endure the burning or freezing steering wheel. There is no better way to handle the stress of daily driving on your hands and protect your vehicle's steering wheel from cracking or peeling. Carpet Floor Mats: Heavy duty plush thick pile carpet floor mat with licensed graphic design. Embossed logo makes the design stand out! The backing is made from nipped PVC that prevents sliding and shifting. There is no better way to protect your vehicle's floor while having a bit of fun. The perfect gift for anyone that loves artistic designs and pirates! Steering wheel cover fits most standard size steering wheels (14.5 - 15.5 inch.) Floor Mats: Dimensions - front: 26 1/2 X 17, Dimensions - rear : 17 X 13.

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