Green Cotton Socks

I need to compile an in-depth inventory of all our belongings, so I can find anything easily when its in storage - I will need to be able to search (1) by a known item(s) e.g to get out a complete set of sports gear with the various items located in different boxes or by (2) contents by location - what things are stored in X storage site, and which box(es) in a particular location are the needed items in.

How do I set up the excel spreadsheet and how does it search? Do I have to have a SEPARATE COLUMN for EACH key word I'm searching by e.g. when trying to find the long, thick, red, woolen, ski socks vs the thin, green, cotton, tennis socks - or can excel find a string of text in just one cell e.g. red woolen ski socks all entered in once cell. I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around how to do this effectively and urgently need to get started so thanks for your help

this looks like a job for MS Access (i dont have Access) you are making a database

but in Excel, your separate column idea would be the way to go.
you can start with a simple "autofilter"...
eventually you would want to make a "pivot table" (see source...or type in pivot table in youtube and watch some videos from excelisfun)

- you would start at row 1 with column headers
A1 = box#
B1 = content keyword (socks, racquet, poles, gloves)
C1 = Activity (N/A, or ski or tennis or dress up or a general "sport")
D1 = color -if color coordination is key...otherwise a general memo

- each row would have a box number, and each column would be filled in...even if it was N/A

you basically want to make each column header as general as possible. then put as much detail as you need in the rows. so for example if you want to find all your ski equipment you would filter by activity, and check mark ski. and you will get a filtered list of all ski stuff and the boxes they are in.

its going to take a lot of work, and you can always add columns as you think of more stuff. for instance, you might want to add a column just labeled sport/business so you can filter all that stuff by those 2 categories.

or if you decide i can use these socks for skiing and snowboarding and you use that filter a lot... then you would list the socks twice the only difference would be the sport. order of entry doesnt matter, so you can just copy&paste from the line above. Also keep in mind this idea is going to throw off an accurate count of your socks in storage.

hope this helps.

2009-07-05 08:23:00 by helper helped

I'm admittedly a pool rookie, this is the first full season we've had our pool I've been battling this for weeks now. Our water is perfectly clear and the chemicals test at ideal levels. But, I cannot get rid of this yellow/green dirt at the bottom of the pool. I have stretched a section of panty-hose over the skimmer basket and put a white cotton tube sock in the basket too. When I vac both have this gross yellow/green tint to them that I keep rinsing out. The stuff settles in the dips in the liner and looks like dirt from above. We have corn that's tasseled nearby and also a walnut tree, I've heard they might be the cause.

We had a similar problem and finally found a way to solve it - Go to the store and get the basket "socks" that are made for pools (they are more dense than nylons or normal socks) and put 2 of them (one over the other) on the filter basket and vacuum (very) slowly and thoroughly.

This should remove the majority of the pollen/dead algae that you are seeing - You may need to do it for a few days to get it completely cleaned up.

The problem is that the residue is so fine it passes through your sand filter and is returned to the pool even as you are vacuuming - once the water settles you see that it didn't go anywhere. The socks work great for getting the fine particles out once and for all.

2008-08-20 12:20:50 by Sayles fam

Price: $12.00 $12.00

Machine secured, flat toe seam for increased strength
Constructed of the finest combed cotton blend, assuring the softest and most durable fit

What do you think??? It comprises of the following items all from Ralph Lauren.

RRL Slim-Cut Icon jeans
Orange Thin Stripe Dress shirt
Blue Polo Emblem tie
Heather Grey pima cotton cardigan
Kelly Green slack socks to match the pony on the dress shirt

http://img59.imageshack.us/my.php?image= img0340uo0.jpg
Well that's part of the point because its true prep attire...casual but with a dress, relaxed panache.

I very much like it! but i think chino's would look so much better but thats just my opinion. Also the tie is what holds it together very nice choice.

lol today i almost bought that cardigan in a boutique! but they frowned upon by my peers so i had to settle for a crew neck pull over :(

2008-08-21 17:08:45 by Ace

Price: $9.00 $9.00

Machine wash cold
Sock size 4-5 .5, fits shoe size 1-4 .5
Imported

Hi

Firstly, I am a clean person. I have a shower a few times per week, I wear clean cotton socks every day and I'm with hygiene.

One time that has been bugging me is my toenails. I've had this for maybe a year. My large toe has a white-ish squishy solid thing underneath the nail that grows
All my nails are normal coloured - not green or orange
I've noticed that the solid thing is cotton from my socks and it must get mixed with sweat to smell/look that bad

Do you think that it is all? It can't really be an infection because it hasn't spread for over a year and when I'm on holiday (and I wear sandals) I don't get this

Is it just my socks and the fluff?

Thanks
Oh and in the future if I have to wear socks shall I put talcum powder on my feet?

it's just your socks. everyone has it. even i do.
don't worry about it. it wont kill you or anything :) but it'd be good to clean your toenails or anywhere once a week or so.

2009-06-28 07:03:39 by Sara

im writing a story about a girl who is orphaned in ireland and grows up in an orphanage and then when she is 10-13 she brakes out and goes to newyork. It's set in the 1960's and she is orphaned by her and her parents going to have a picnic in Ireland when their car catches alight and her parents die. She is found by nun's and taken to the orphanage where she grows up.
Constructive comments please

Chapter 1-Getting Started
On the 14th of June 1960, I was still in London, I still had a family, and I had just been born. My name is Rose Philips and this is the tragic, heart-warming and inspiring story of my childhood and it all starts with a book my mother saw in a shop.
On the 17th of June 1960, a few days after I had been born my mother had not been out since I was born because of a sickness she had after the birth. She got round it alright despite the odds and had planned a shopping trip for just me and her. She dressed me in a white cotton dress she had borrowed from her sister a few months before I was born. It had small pearl buttons and a silk white bow just underneath my head. She dressed it with white cotton socks which had a small bow like the one on my dress. She put me in a navy blue pram with large metal wheels that sometimes squeaked as the pram went along. Her sister, or my aunty, had made money after marrying a hire to a wealthy family. My mother wasn’t very prepared for me, so when I did come along she had hardly any clothes or food for me and my father spent most of his spare time trying to make a living out of the money he got.
We lived all together in a two story terrace house south-east of London. It had beige brick walls which had become black with dirt over the years. It had four white windows and a basement that it had a tiny front garden with a black metal fence going along connecting us to the couple who lived next door. They were called the Wallington’s and had been friends with my parents through collage. My father and Mr. Wallington shared a dorm together as did my mother and Miss Chairing, as she was called back then. They met when Mr. Wallington and Miss Chairing bumped into each other, literally. Miss Chairing was on her way to the library, carrying a high stack of papers and books when she walked into Mr. Wallington and all her books went to the ground and the paper were thrown into the air. They slowly fell down around them. Looking more like confetti or petals rather than paper. As they looked into each other’s eyes, that’s when then they knew. As for my parents they met when Mr Wallington and Miss Chairing had a date where they bring along someone who would get to know the other person and those people were my parents.
As soon as I and mother were dressed we set off. It was a hot sunny day, the kind of day you walk outside and love the feeling of the sun’s rays on your skin and think that nothing could go wrong. We started going down our road down until we reached the local corner shop to pick up the paper for my father when he got home from work. The shop was just one long corridor that at the front had the newspapers and magazines. Opposite was the till and sweets of nearly every kind you could think of. Further down were the more fresh things such as fruit and vegetables and at the end were the eggs, bread, cakes, pasta and many things like that.
As soon as we brought the newspaper were on our way to central London, passing the many rows of houses like ours, some better, and some worse. We passed many elderly woman on the way who tried to talk to me in the strange baby language that woman seem to try but knowing that we are never going to reply.
Once we got closer to the city we took the tube into the shops and started looking though shop windows at the beautiful, impossible luxury’s that we could never have. We passed a small bookshop just on the end of a street. It had a wooden body that had been painted dark green. The paint had started peeling off which made the sign on the top hard to read. It had large windows which you could see stacks of books piled up against them. My mother looked up to read the sign “Le livre maison” which was written in gold paint and was in French. In English it read “The book house” which in some way seemed mysterious and exiting. My mother opened the shop door with caution and push the pram in though the door and put me to one side. The only sound was the sound of the bell above the door and her footsteps. She walked slowly towards a narrow shelf were there were rows and rows of books that had cobwebs and spiders on. They looked very old; the sort of thing you would think looked in that old Victorian style. She continued down the shelves and it became more cold and dark when something caught her eye.
It was a large piece of dark wood carved into it the words “Tourner le dos, une fois de plus et de trouver votre chemin d'accès et de fin” which was written in gold and in French like the sign on the outside of the shop. She studied

very long

2010-01-25 09:43:49 by Becki C