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Resolved Question: How to be polite in South India?Which one you like the most & anything else left out?

http://www.ehow.com/how_5331114_polite-south-india.html These are some general etiquette guidelines for Southern India. Step 1 When entering a house remove your shoes. It's OK to step on the designs on the ground outside the door , but don't step on similar designs in front of an alter. Shoes are also removed before entering temple grounds. Step 2 Step through the door with your right foot first, especially the first time you visit a home. Step 3 When handing something to someone use your right hand or both hands for larger objects. Never hand anything to someone with only your left. Step 4 When bringing a gift to a family, give it to the female head of household if there is one, and always give it to her after your are inside the house, not through the door. The eldest woman in the visiting group usually gives the gift on behalf of the group or family. Step 5 When you enter a room, greet the elders first. When greeting elders, or when you wish to be formal bow with hands together at the chest and say, "namaste" or "namaskaram". In Tamil Nadu the equivalent of Namaste is, "vanakkam". In a less formal situation with Telugu speakers you can use "bagunara" which is like, "how are you?" in English. The response to, "bagunara", is, "bagunanu", I'm good. Step 6 When speaking to someone you've met before, ask how their family is. It's more expected to ask about each family member by name or relationship to the person you're talking to, instead of simply asking, "How's your family?", like you would in some other parts of the world. Step 7 Don't cross your legs. Crossing the legs is a reserved for the eldest man in the room. You may meet people who don't observe this etiquette, but it's most respectful not to, especially with people you don't know well. Step 8 Avoid touching adult members of the opposite sex. An exception may be made for shaking hands in some settings, but only shake hands if the woman offers her hand first, otherwise use the namaste bow greeting. Step 9 Do not sit next to adult members of the opposite sex other than your spouse, children or parents. An arm's length away is OK, but in a crowded room women often end up on one side and men on the other to avoid the empty buffer chairs that result when the puzzle becomes too complex. Step 10 Don't kiss, hug, or make similar displays of affection toward your spouse in front of anyone. Step 11 Don't eat in public. This is to prevent the rudeness of eating in front of someone who may be hungry. Step 12 Wash your hands before and after you eat. Dining rooms, in larger restaurants and homes generally have a sink for this purpose. Step 13 Eat with your right hand only. You can touch dishes and drinking cups with your left hand, but food only touches the right. Step 14 Try not to make chewing noises while eating. Step 15 If served food on a banana leaf, fold it toward you after you're done to indicate that you liked the food. If you fold it away from you it means you didn't like the food. Step 16 After eating get up and wash your hand with water. While you do put your fingers in your mouth while eating, it's not polite to lick your fingers clean. In most places napkins won't be available, or won't be adequate for how dirty your hand gets. Step 17 Avoid stepping on, or touching paper, especially printed paper, with your feet. This can be interpreted as an insult to knowledge, and the goddess Saraswati. Step 18 If people are sitting on the floor, sit on a mat, not on the floor it's self unless no mats are available. Step 19 Don't enter a kitchen unless you are invited. Step 20 When speaking English, avoid saying please and thank you. In many Indian languages the closest equivalent words are only used when desperately begging or expressing gratitude for an enormous favor, so please and thank you sound strange and excessively formal in English. There are other ways to speak politely. Complements on food and dress are generally well received. Raj Malhotra How about chewing 'pan parak' culture and making even International Airports into spitoons. Have you not spit or gone for a loo in an open space?Don't lie. When you travel long distance in a car,do you hold it till your destination? Still if you have not done,do it right now enjoy the pleasure of it. Don't try to act HI-Fi  more

Resolved Question: What do you think of this scene...can you imagine it clear?

Hi, so this is a scene in my book I am editing at the moment and wanted to know what you (the reader) thought of it? Does it flow ok? can you imagine clear in your mind? Thank you x Catherine rolled up her sleeves and began wiping down the black headstone, her thoughts turning to her Grandmother. Growing up Catherine’s mother and father were never around. Sure they would buy her lots of clothes and toys but she and her brother, Thomas, were brought up by Mary. She was the one who took them to school, cooked their dinners and kept them clean. William and Isabelle, Catherine’s parents, were always away on business trips. Catherine never held it against them as she wouldn’t have had the life she had if they never worked and she wouldn’t of had the chance to become as close to Mary as she had been. Catherine thought back to the days when she was little. The days her Grandmother would place the dining room chair up against the kitchen sink or the cooker and stand Catherine on top to help with the dishes or the cooking. She thought back to the days Mary would take her and Thomas out into the large backyard and play treasure hunts and the treasure would always be a picnic under the big oak tree that sat at the bottom of the yard. Even though Catherine always knew what the reward would be, she would always act surprised just to see the look on Marys face. Catherine smiled as she thought back to those days and placed her bouquet into the vase sat by the grave. “Well, Gran, that’s me a married woman now,” she said and her hand traced the gold letters on the stone. “I brought you my bouquet.” Catherine heard footsteps coming from behind her and looked back to see Luca coming up the path. “In fact, here he is now,” she said. “I can feel my ears burning,” he said. “Are you girls talking about me?” “We might be,” Catherine laughed. Catherine stood up and joined her husband. He placed his arms around her waist and she closed her eyes to say the little private prayer she always said when she came here. *** Luca looked around the cemetery as Catherine prayed. A funeral was taking place over at the other end. He could see a tall man walk towards the grave and approach a small old woman. Taking her hand and speaking to her they walked towards the gate of the cemetery. The man waved at Luca and he nodded in return. Luca knew she was being taken to her resting place. Yes Remer, Luca is seeing someone. Is it clear enough. I'm glad you asked lol  more

Resolved Question: Another for My Smooth Crinimal, sorry lol?

First why do people rant, they ask for advice you give it lol. One thing about me is that I don't change what alot of people say, e.g its to descriptive, as there are good books that are a little to descriptive, but your info was helpful.... As I said I changed most of the flaws, here you go have a read, and say if you like it better....remember the house is new for them lol and the dads a great cook, thats why he inspected the kitchen e.g After Dad had finally opened the front door, I slowly made my way into the neat entrance hall, and then across into the large living room. As I curiously looked around, the heating gradually began to kick in, allowing my depression to slowly slip away. Ignoring the fact that Dad had just entered the nearby kitchen, I began to look at all of the furniture which Dad had already ordered. A plasma screen TV hung on the wall, just in front of a glass table surrounded by leather arm chairs. I turned fully around to see a skilfully crafted dining table, chairs and a few empty glass shelves, standing elegantly in one corner. Once I had approved of everything in this room, I walked over to a flight of wooden stairs but stopped, as I decided to let Dad know where I was going. “Hey Dad, I'm going to check upstairs,” I called, as I hadn't been bothered to walk into the kitchen and start a conversation. A second later, Dad poked his head into the living room with a kind of amused smile on his face. “Hey Chez, this new kitchen is fantastic, the stove runs so smoothly,” he commented eagerly. I should of known that he would have been fascinated in there, as he was also a decent cook. Ashamed of my Dad's childish behavior, I sarcastically raised my eyebrows, which caused him to give me a look of concern. “Oh sorry, do you want me to come with?” He asked, sounding as if he wanted me to say no, so that he could go back to his precious kitchen. “ Don't worry I'll be fine anyway I think you should get back to your stove, it's starting to miss you.”  more

Resolved Question: is this piece of writing any good?

Hi I'm 13 and I really enjoy writing I have started writing a book and I am just going onto chapter 3 of it. This piece of writing is not from the book I am writing but I was just wondering if it was any good and if i could make it as an author. Please ignore my bad spelling, grammar and punctuation. Thanks :) I remember the day my Mum told me she had lung cancer like it was just yesterday. I walked into the dining room, and she sat me down at our big oak table, I knew instantly that something was wrong her eyes were swollen from crying and she was just staring into space. I sat down across from her and looked at her anxiously. "I've got lung cancer Eve." she blurted out. I remember being shocked then sad. When the anger hit I just exploded, I jumped up from the table and shouted that it was all her fault if she hadn't smoked for the last 20 years this wouldn't be happening. If she had listened to me and quit I wouldn't be here now at her funeral sitting in the front row next to my Dad. “She was such an amazing person so full of life." My aunt Margaret said into the microphone. I could here my Gran sobbing beside me, I didn't cry no matter how hard I tried the tears wouldn't come. I cried a lot just before Mum died, seeing her lying in the hospital bed fading away was just to much for me, I was used to seeing her laughing and joking with a big smile on her face.Everyone probably thought I was weird not crying at my own Mums funeral. My Gran wanted me to stand up in front of everyone and say a few words but I didn't want to, I didn't know what to say the shock of her dying hadn't sunk in yet. I was expecting her to jump out at shout surprise. My Mum was part of a big family five brothers and one sister. Her brothers carried her coffin outside to the graveyard. The cemetery was a spooky place a shiver went up my back, the gravel crunched under my feet as I followed by uncles to were my Mum was going to be buried. There was already a headstone in place I looked at the writing it said in loving memory of Scarlett Clarke, a loving Mother, daughter and sister. It would say wife as well I thought if Mum and Dad hadn't split up when I was eight. I used to see my Dad every weekend but he got remarried and stated a new family and I hadn't seen him for almost 4 years. Now I had to go and live with him. I sighed. "Are you ok Eve?" Dad asked putting his arm around my shoulder. I nodded but of course I wasn't ok my Mum had just died. Everyone always said we looked more like sisters than Mother and Daughter. We had the same red hair tumbling down past our shoulders, green eyes and pale skin- the type of skin that never tans not even in summer. Chemotherapy was Mum's worst treatment because her hair fell out. I hated seeing Mum's shiny hair lying limp on her pillow. She got a wig but it wasn't the same as her natural hair but she didn't mind. When my turn came I threw a white rose my Mums favourite flower onto her coffin. I'll always love you Mum I whispered. After the funeral on the way home to my Dads house the car was silent. I wasn’t in the mood for talking there was nothing to talk about anyway. My Dad pulled into the driveway of his house were I would be staying from now on. He pulled a piece of folded up paper out of his pocket. He handed it to me “Your Mum wrote this letter for you” he said “She gave it to me just before she died” I put the piece of paper in my pocket I didn’t want to read it in front of Dad. Mum had left me a letter? I walked up the stairs to my new room it was big very big, nothing like my box sized room back at home, of course I loved my old room it was cosy and it was somewhere I could go to get away from the world. Mum had an average job so she couldn’t afford a big fancy house my Dad had paid most of the bills for her. It had a big four poster bed with pink girly bed sheets. I hated the colour pink. there were cuddly toys dotted around the room and my suitcase was lying open on a chair in the corner, I hadn't got round to unpacking yet. I pulled the letter out and took a deep breath before reading it. Dear Eve, I know this must be hard for you and I’m sorry I had to leave you. I’ve asked your Father to look after you and he promised he would so don’t be to hard on him ok? I have left some money and my favourite jewellery in my will for you please be responsible. I will always love you and I will be watching over you always. Lots of love Mum xxx The letter fell out of my hand and I dropped to my knees. I started crying hysterically funny that the tears came now. I picked the letter up and clutched it to my chest. I wished my Mum was here to comfort me, I didn’t know why I was crying now I guess the fact that Mum was gone had finally sunk in. There was a tap at my door and my Dad walked in he took one look at me sitting on the floor and was instantly at my side he hugged me awkwardly. “Its going to be ok Eve” he sighed “You’ll get through this I promise, If you need an  more

Resolved Question: Please help desperate mom of four..2 year old woes!?

Hello all. My name is Kyra and I am a mom of four- Haylie who is 6 - DJ who is 2- and twin girls Melanie and Ava who are 9 months old. I need help!! My son (the two year old) is crazy! My daughter was never this energetic or...nuts! He is adorable and he knows it. He will not sleep in his bed and has never slept through the night. I have tried everything..CIO-slow seperation-i mean everything ..His ideal place to sleep is on my arm..I have tried to break him of this habit and in the process he somehow now will only sleep a couple of hours at a time on the couch... he wont nap so he gets cranky frequently. His behavior the majority of the time is monsterous. His favorite thing to do is jump on my computer chair and rip my keys off my keyboard when I am busy with one of the other kids. He beats up his older sister constantly and she is to sweet to hit him back-(not that i would encourage that) I try time outs as punishment and he thinks they are funny. I scold him-he scolds me back. I yell - he yells back. I know a lot of this is normal two year old behavior but its getting beyond how i know how to handle it. As I said earlier my oldest was nothing like this so its so new to me. His latest antic was while i was in the kitchen making dinner he climbed onto a chair in the dining room got a bag of hamster food and proceeded to dump it all over the floor. How do I handle something like that? I have reread this and realize it sounds like a giant rant and im sorry..Im just clueless..I love my son so much but i need help!!!  more

Resolved Question: What is my malfunction? Is there something wrong with me? Am I sick in the head? Help me?

Ok here's the deal. I'm a tomboy/punk/emo girl that is 16. I'm a bit of a depressed individual but I don't stay that way for long. I can have my happy moments that can last a while but I will go back to depression eventually. But anyways, I've been having really werid dreams lately. Well actually it's been going on for a about a year now and it's never really bothered me too much. It wasn't until I told a friend about it and he was really freaked out about it and scared for me. I told two close female friends and another male friend about it and they had the same reaction. To them they say that the fact that I don't find it a big deal is very odd and that it's a continuation dream is rather disturbing and stuff like that. So I'm coming on here so I can see if they are right and get more opinions about this issue. Ok, first off it's not the same dream repeating over and over again, it's like a continuation type dream. Such as after I wake up, go through normal day and go back to sleep it'll pick up almost where it stopped, even if I forget about it. Second is that sometimes when I have this dream I talk to the person and my mom or aunt will hear me talking and responding thinking I'm talking to myself. And thrid sometimes in my dreams I have these flash back and it shows me how my day will go and when I wake up things that I had flashes about happens. Kinda werid to me for that part. But getting down to it, here is a bit of information on the person in it, short infomation about the dreams, and things that happened in my dreams recently: In the dreams there is always this man, it's always me and him. He's very tall about like 6'4, with a peach skin tone, athletically built body, has long waist length black hair, has bright orange eyes with black eyeptach on his left one, a deep yet soothing voice, has really long claw like nails that is painted black, is either wearing all black or shirtless, he calls himself Nameless, and is always smiling in a sinister or sweet way. The setting is what I would make out to his masion that can take place in a dungeon like basement, outside, in his bedroom, or sometimes if I manage to get away in long hallways. He does many things to me from playing little games, dressing me up, dining together and sleeping together. But mostly he loves to torture and rape me. Yes it can get very graphic, bloody, and brutal depending on his methods or torture. He has many way of torturing me. Here are a few of the ways: ~ He would either chain me to the wall with my arms above my head or hang me by the arms. Some times he'd duck taped my mouth shut or put something in my mouth sometimes he wouldn't. He'd take off my shirt and would lick my belly and tickled me. Then cut me all over with whatever pleases him and licks all of the blood off when he's done. ~ Tie me to a chair, take a thread and needle and starts sewing patterns or poems on my skin. ~ Rub my skin with sandpaper and pour lemon juice or red wine on my wounds. ~ Hangs me up on a really big dart pad and throws very sharp and big darts at me. ~ Sets me down in a chair and holds me tight as he pokes at my eyes with a needle or pokes through my tongue. ~ Sticks needles all over my body while I'm blind-folded. ~ Use a knife and he slowly cuts off skin. ~Puts me in a tub full of snakes, spiders, ants, other things that bites and he kisses me as I slowly get eatten alive. Creepy things that he does to me: ~ Rapes me ~ Eats food off my naked body ~ Dresses me up like a doll ~ Walks me around on a dog leash ~ Makes me sleep with him chaining my right ankle to the bed. ~ Makes me be his maid and do house work and give him baths and personal messages. ~ He sings to me while poking different parts of my body ~Sucks all over my body leaving big hickeys ~ Chats with me nicely ~ Tells me dirty things he'll do to me while touching sensitive and private parts of my body. ~ Enjoys scaring me and makig me cry and licking/kissing my tears away. ~ Chasing me around like he's going to kill me. ~ Plays patty-cake with me Those aren't even the begining of the dreams and what goes on in them. I kinda enjoy some of the things he does to me. And now thinking about it, it freaks me out and gives me chills a bit. What do you guys think? Is this something totally out of it and I need to get some help? Or is this a normal thing? And no! Scary moives don't effect me and I don't watch that many of them. I'm not obsessed with vampire and things like that. Just so you don't put things like that up cause I know that's not the factor. All opinions and responses are welcome! Also please be 100% honest with me guys. No matter how mean or harsh you think your answers will be I need the total truth so I can see what's wrong with me and if I need help or not. Casue I think everythings is fine. Thank you.  more

Resolved Question: Help with Geometry homework?

1. Felicia is a park ranger, and she gives school tours through the redwoods in a national park. Someone in every tour asks, "What is the diameter of the giant redwood tree near the park entrance?" Felicia knows that the arm span of each student is roughly the same as his or her height. So in response, Felicia asks a few students to arrange themselves around the circular base of the tree so that by hugging the tree with arms outstretched, they can just touch fingertips to fingertips. She then asks the group to calculate the diameter of the tree. In one group, four students with heights of 138 cm, 136 cm, and 126 cm were able to ring the tree. What is the approximate diameter of the redwood? 2. Zach wants a circular table so that 12 chairs, each 16 inches wide, can be placed around it with at least 8 inches between chairs. What should be the diameter of the table? Will the table fit in a 12-by-14-foot dining room? Explain. 3. A 45 rpm record has a 7-inch diameter and spins at 45 revolutions per minute. A 33 rpm record has a 12-inch diameter and spins at 33 revolutions per minute. Find the difference in speeds of a point on the edge of a 33 rpm record to the point on the edge of a 45 rpm record, in ft/s. Thank you so much!  more

Voting Question: What is an option to cover existing carpet in dining room to have a wipeable surface for baby?

I have a 1 yr old child and live in an apartment. I'm looking to do something different so that we can eat in the dining room together without fear of him spilling all of his food on the carpet! I can't tear up the carpet since I rent, and I don't like those plastic mats I can put under his chair. I want something fashionable, yet functionable, yet not cost me an arm and a leg! Looks like I can't put hardwood or laminate flooring over carpet, so..... any suggestions??  more

Resolved Question: PLEASE HELP, I don't know what's going on.?

Yester day I went to go see my friends kind & I told my mom I was going to leave, then I pretty much blacked out & woke up 30+ miles away from home in a strangers car, Like I just came back to reality, & I was there. (F*cked up feeling I know) I drove there because my car was right there.Then today I was swatting at some flies (My mom told me they weren't there at all but they were) Then I saw a dog's paw under the chairs in the dining room & I thought my dog was there, so I went to go pet him & he wasn't there, But I sware that his paw & arm was there, it looked like his. I also have depersonilazation & depersonalization as well & I have depression. What's wrong with me? Also I have been hearing someone knocking at the door tonight & I looked all over out side & the inside & there is no one here but me, & yesterday I was having a actual 2 way conversation with myself & if it wasn't for my mom i would have never known about it, but she cought me talking to myself. I don't want to go back to a mental hospital, thoes places suck!  more

Voting Question: What is going on with me??????!?

Yester day I went to go see my friends kind & I told my mom I was going to leave, then I pretty much blacked out & woke up 30+ miles away from home in a strangers car, Like I just came back to reality, & I was there. (F*cked up feeling I know) I drove there because my car was right there.Then today I was swatting at some flies (My mom told me they weren't there at all but they were) Then I saw a dog's paw under the chairs in the dining room & I thought my dog was there, so I went to go pet him & he wasn't there, But I sware that his paw & arm was there, it looked like his. I also have depersonilazation & depersonalization as well & I have depression. What's wrong with me? Also I have been hearing someone knocking at the door tonight & I looked all over out side & the inside & there is no one here but me, & yesterday I was having a actual 2 way conversation with myself & if it wasn't for my mom i would have never known about it, but she cought me talking to myself.  more

Resolved Question: what is wrong with me?? HELP!?

Yester day I went to go see my friends kind & I told my mom I was going to leave, then I pretty much blacked out & woke up 30+ miles away from home in a strangers car, Like I just came back to reality, & I was there. (F*cked up feeling I know) I drove there because my car was right there.Then today I was swatting at some flies (My mom told me they weren't there at all but they were) Then I saw a dog's paw under the chairs in the dining room & I thought my dog was there, so I went to go pet him & he wasn't there, But I sware that his paw & arm was there, it looked like his. I also have depersonilazation & depersonalization as well & I have depression. What's wrong with me? Also I have been hearing someone knocking at the door tonight & I looked all over out side & the inside & there is no one here but me, & yesterday I was having a actual 2 way conversation with myself & if it wasn't for my mom i would have never known about it, but she cought me talking to myself. this has been going on for a bit though, Just more real now to others.  more

Resolved Question: Can someone please comment on my pokemon book first chapter?

1-10 If you think it needs more then copy the paragraph and add to the copied paragraph or take out. Chapter 1 “Lugia we need to find Kim,” A boy of Sixteen screamed as he and his pokemon flew threw a storm. After twenty three minutes of flying they reached a small cottage in the mountains of Kanto. “Daniel, where have you been?” A girl with red hair said opening the door. “Misty I was locking the gym. Mom and Dad went to Sinnoh for the week and left me in charge of the gym,” Daniel said looking at his sister. “Hey! Both of you just stop and unpack,” Another girl said. Daniel returned his pokemon and walked in. “Hey Kim thanks for waiting for me,” He said as he walked in the other room. “Don’t talk to me like that out of the three of us I am the oldest!” Kim said looking at her brother and sister. “By two minutes!” Daniel exclaimed. “Well actually you are older than me by three minutes Daniel and Kim you’re older than me by five minutes,” Misty said placing her Pokeballs on the mantle. After they cleaned the cabin they released their pokemon well the ones that could fit that is. “Let’s just go to sleep and then we’ll discus what we are doing,” Kim said walking into her room. “What is there to discus?” Misty called out as Daniel rolled his eyes and closed his door. “Fine. Good Night,” She called out angrily storming into her room. Around two A.M. Misty woke with a fright. “Who’s there!” She exclaimed sitting up quickly. There was a soft knock on the door. Misty turned the living room light on and opened the door. “Hey Misty,” A boy said kissing her. “Mark what are you doing here?” She asked with a slight blush. “Well I saw your brother leave the gym last night and so I followed him. Nice cottage,” He said walking in the house. “Babe, you’re not supposed to be here. If they find out they’ll….” Misty started. Mark put his finger over her lips. “Shshsh, they won’t even know I’m here,” He said as they walked into her room. The next morning Kim and Daniel got up and went in the Kitchen. “Morning sis,” Daniel said as they kissed each other on the cheek. “Morning. What do you want for breakfast?” Kim asked. “Actually I’m going on a walk then I’ll make me breakfast,” He said grabbing his coat. “Can I come?” She asked. “Sure,” He smiled as they ran out the door. After they left Misty woke up and saw her boyfriends arms wrapped tightly around her. “Good morning,” She said kissing him. “Good Morning,” He replied climbing out of bed. “Where are you going?” She asked as she got out as well. “You want breakfast don’t you?” He asked as they walked in the kitchen. “What do you want?” He asked. “I’ll take eggs. With a beagle and toast,” She replied reaching for a glass. Mark grabbed Misty by the waist and hugged her. She kissed him and poured her self some orange Juice. After a few minutes they sat down and ate together when Daniel and Kim came back. “Misty have you been cooking it smells good,” Kim called. “Wow that’s a miracle and you cleaned up!” Daniel exclaimed looking around the kitchen. Kim walked in the dining room and saw Misty in her silk satin night gown and her boyfriend in his boxers. “Mark what are you doing here?” Kim asked softly pretty pissed. “Can’t I hang out with my girl?” He asked looking at Kim. “Yes but not here. If Daniel sees you he will kill both of you. It’s just supposed to be the three of us,” Kim whispered. “Oh God babe, Kim is right we have got to sneak you out,” Misty said walking over to Mark. “I don’t care I love you I’m staying, Plus your brother is my best friend.” Mark said looking at Misty. “You do?” Misty asked stopping dead in her tracks. “Yeah I do,” Mark said as Misty started to kiss him. “Mark, Daniel doesn’t know you are dating his sister new ballpark,” Kim said. “True we have got to…..” Misty froze as she saw her brother come around the corner. “Misty! I leave for an Hour with Kim and you sneak Mark over,” Daniel said angrily. “Actually he slept over,” Misty said. “WHAT!” Kim and Daniel shouted. Kim backed up toward her brother. “May I?” He asked looking at Kim. “Go right ahead I’m not stopping you,” Kim said with a slight laugh. Daniel ran and jumped over the table tackling Mark. Daniel sat on Mark’s chest rapidly punching him in the face. “Daniel, get off of him!” Misty screamed trying to pull her brother off of him. “Kim take control you’re the oldest,” Misty panicked. “I’m on Daniel’s side,” Kim smirked. Mark lifted his legs and grabbed Daniel by the head and flipped him over. Mark stood up and grabbed Daniel by the hair. He kicked the chair over and smashed Daniel’s face into the glass plate on the table. The plate exploded from contact with his face. Daniel fell to the floor holding his face as blood seeped threw the fingers. “Mark!” Misty ran over pulling her boyfriend away from her brother. Kim ran over to her brother and inspected his face. “What the heck is wrong with you?” Kim shouted. Mark started walking t  more

Resolved Question: different ways to say this?

can somebody give me examples on how to describe someone without using "he" as the beginning of the sentence? here is what i have: Silence filled the shadowy den. It had few windows with the light of the moon illuminating the walls painted black with gold, intricate designs. A long dining table surrounded by chairs, of old, Tudor style, was in the center of the room. Only two of the many chairs were occupied. In one of the chairs, a man was lounging casually on an arm of the chair. His skin was like the light from the moon, as if he never left the darkness. He looked as if he was deep in thought, his eyes showed trouble, while his face was expressionless. im going to add more descriptions of him i just need a way to do it  more

Resolved Question: Inspiration for refurbishing a small chair?

I bought a very small chair (no arms) for our bedroom at a junk shop yesterday ($3 for a chair wohoo!). It is missing the seat (which I plan to replace of course), but is in otherwise good condition and is painted bright yellow. We wanted to add a cherry pop of color (in a warm tone) to the room, as well as have a more practical place than the floor or bed to sit when putting on shoes. Our dresser and end tables are a pale aqua with mint green accents. We have 2 cool-tone surrealistic nature paintings on the wall, our bedspread is a white background with big bright water-color flowers and the rest of the room is decorated in white, glass and silver and is very minimalistic. Our dining chairs and reading chair in the living room are upholstered in zebra print, so I don't want to over-do it with animal prints, though I do love them. I need inspiration for the new chair using yellow/orange/red. I was thinking of re-painting it the same color yellow (it needs a fresh coat of paint), and upholstering the seat with a cherries on white fabric or bright red with lemon slices on white seat. Or possibly painting it silver, with a yellow/orange/red flower print or white with a solid orange seat. Any one of these sound cool? Or do you have suggestions with a color and print? I was also thinking a coral print or bird print????? Much thanks! I don't need to know how to re-paint or make and upholster a new seat, I know how to do this already. And in case you can't tell, we don't like boring looking furniture :-)  more

Resolved Question: Is this story beginning good?

Don't laugh if it's horrible, I'm only 12. But I think I have great ideas. Rate and comment on how good and bad the story is. I'd really appreciate it. Thanks a ton guys!!!! :D (note-the weird message in ( ) are wut the symbols i originally had in but i couldnt paste them on here cuz they turned out as squares...) Chase sighed. It was four a.m. and a pale gray light filtered through his gray curtains. There was no sound coming from outside or in; it was another boring, gray, dull winter day. Chase stood up, brushed the dust off his hair from the ceiling and walked over to grimy vanity. He watched himself run his fingers through his hair (the water stopped so he hasn’t showered in four days) and open the bottom right-hand drawer, the one with his picture of his parents and an old, leather-bound book, which his uncle gave to him before he disappeared. He carefully pulled out the faded book with strange markings of the front. Walking over and sitting on his messy, gray bed, he opened the book to it’s first page: (dear reader, congratulations. You have found my book. It is the key to destroy the evil of the world. So keep reading, for you can be the savior we have been waiting for. All you have to do to unlock the text is to say ‘apert liber libri’)Under that was a (jds) in big, hero black letters. And under it in small print was (the hero has come to vanquish evil.) Chase didn’t know what the markings meant. He didn’t know what anything in the book meant. He could make out few words, like you, book, the, and we, none of which made sense. He stared at this page countless times, each time decrypting nothing. Then came a small creaking from behind him. Chase whipped around. It was Ruby, the eight-year-old orphan, standing in the doorway. “Chase, what’s that?” she asked, trying to peer around his shoulder. In her small arms was an assortment of water bottles and random food packages from the kitchen storage cabinet. “Nothing. Just an old textbook from Mr. Murray’s science class,” he said hastily, shoving the book under his chair into his backpack. “Really? Sammy has an old science book, too, but it’s green,” Ruby said, raising her small eyebrows in suspicion. “Well I’m not in the same class as Sammy,” Chase retorted. “Whatever!” Ruby sang in her high-pitched voice, smiling her goofy little eight-year-old smile.. “Ooh, Chase, can you let me fix your hair?” “No way! I’m not your Barbie doll and I’m not letting you put that goop you call hair gel in my hair! It’s already dirty. Hey, why are you in here anyway? Do you enjoy torturing me?” “It is not goop! I came here to give you this.” She tossed Chase a warm bottle of water. “Couldn’t you at least refrigerate it?” “Be grateful for what you have.” She started toward the door, then paused. “And I don’t hate you, Chase.” “Dinnertime!” The headmistress’s voice rang throughout the cramped house. Chase stayed at his desk, doing this math homework, and waiting for the crowded halls to clear from all the younger children racing down to the dining room. After the halls became quieter, Chase got up, pushed his chair in, and walked into the small hallway. He observed the people still lingering in the corridor. Just two teenage girls and an abandoned little girl’s shoe. Chase kept walking to the staircase. When turning around the corner, he tripped on the small body running up the steps. Chase fell forward, tumbling down the stairs, banging his head, and bruising his knees and legs. He lay there, dazed, until a high-pitched scream tore him back into consciousness. Sitting up (and feeling sore), he looked around. An eight-year-old girl with dark brown hair was crying and screaming, tears running down her rosy cheeks. “Veronica!” Chase said getting up and going over to the little girl’s aid. She curled up in his arms as he carried her into his room. “C-c-chase. W-w-w-where’s R-ruby?” Her breaths became short and ragged. “W-w-where is she?” “I don’t know. Tell me where it hurts, why you’re crying,” Chase said urgently, fluffing up his dull gray pillows so Veronica could lay down on them. “W-where is my sister?” “Veronica, I don’t know where Ruby is. Tell me where it hurts!!!” “M-my ankle r-really hurts w-when I ran into you.” Chase nodded and picked up the phone to call downstairs. “Hello, Ms. Levesque, yes, Veronica fell on the stairs and says her ankle hurts. Can you come up to my room to check on her? Oh, my name? This is Chase Russell, room 63 on the 3rd floor.” Chase paused while Ms. Levesque talked rapidly in both French and English, as she usually did when she panicked or something drastic happened. “Okay, okay.” Then Chase hung up to check on Veronica again. She wasn’t crying anymore, but her eyes were a little puffy and she kept sniffling, one or twice grimacing in pain. A few minutes later, quick footsteps pounded up the stairs and a short, thin woman in her sixties, with frantic blue eyes, opened came through t  more

Resolved Question: is he a typical slob or just lazy...?

he only has a bath about once every 10 days shaves only once a week on pc all weekend and holidays and as soon as he comes in from work until about 3am watches porn on pc but hasnt 'slept' with me for almost 5 months wears same underwear for days on end leaves really dirty boxers shoved down side of bed picks his skin on his feet and leaves it on the arm of chair until i clean it up smokes at least 40 fags a day farts constantly fills his pockets with rubbish cos he cant be bothered to put it in the bin stays in bed until lunchtime at weekends and days off refuses to move when im trying to clean up so have to hoover around him never cuts his finger nails....they are so long a woman would be jealous! leaves dirty socks in the dining room never helps around the house useless at diy....in fact wont even put a fuse in mastubates himself but wont touch me.. has peed in an empty bottle and left it at the side of the bed for me to find wont throw out old newspapers...keeps them for days on end and then has a fit when i throw them.. never ever picks up after himself i could go on...have i made him this way...been with him 5 years and he was messy when met him...but now its just gross...im a clean person and find myself constantly cleaning up...its like i have an extra child in the house.. im so fed up... i have tried talking to him but hes sees nothing wrong with the way he is...he says things like 'the kids are messy etc'  more

Voting Question: What do you think of this?

I randomly wrote this just now and i was wondering if you'd keep reading. Any critiques are welcome as well. Thanks in advance “Did you know I use to be a writer?” Then man named Gray furrowed his brow and looked up at the young women before him. “A writer?” “I was barely thirteen years and I spent all my time scribbling across our spare parchment. Father was rather frustrated by it.” Gray nodded thoughtfully, not entirely sure what to say. “I don’t write anymore, though. Since I met Patrick I just haven’t had the time. Not that he would allow me to even if I did.” The young woman absently tucked a stray golden curl behind her ear. “And who is this Patrick?” “My fiancé,” She sighed. “We’re to be wed at the end of the month.” “You don’t sound very happy about that.” Gray noted. The women cocked her delicate brow and smiled a slight grin. “Not that it’s any of your business, Mr. …” “Clements. Mr. Gray Clements.” “Mr. Clements,” She went on, “but I happen to be very glad about this wedding.” “Well, then. Here’s to you and your fiancé.” Gray held up his glass ceremoniously and took a small sip of his wine. The woman did the same and once she set down her glass, a scarlet flush warmed her ivory cheeks. Gray appraised the woman as she stared down in embarrassment, wondering why someone with her beauty was wasting her time on a man like him. She had long honey gold ringlets that hung around her face, just passed her shoulder blade. Eyes like the sky and lips as delicate as they were plump. They woman fussed with a random curl and Gray watched as the tress shined in the dim light. Her eyes suddenly flickered back up to his. Caught off guard, he immediately turned his gaze to the licking flames of the fireplace. “And you?” the woman asked curiously. He too willingly met her stare. “What of me?” “Have you any precedent pastimes?” Gray shook his head. “No.” “That’s too bad.” She mused earnestly, “You look like a painter, to me.” Gray made a face, unsure whether to take that as a compliment or not. “Why do you say that?” He finally asked. She shrugged her tiny shoulders, “I don’t know.” The woman looked down again and he stared at her while he had the chance. He watched as her thick lashes brushed the peach color of her cheeks and the shadow the fire cast across her skin. Then a tall brazen man with dark hair and an angular face stepped through the door, his eyes on the woman. Her head snapped up at the sound of his entrance. “Patrick.” She said and gracefully rose to her feet. “Come,” Patrick said in a deep voice. “They are serving dinner.” “Right.” She agreed and went to take his waiting arm. When at the door, she turned to me, “Will you be dining?” Gray shook his head. “No.” The woman nodded a small nod and walked out with her fiancé. Gray watched until she disappeared and then quickly sipped down the remains of his drink. It wasn’t even five minutes before he was out of the chair he’d been planning on staying in all night, anxious just to see the woman again. The woman whose name he didn’t even know. Oh and it's supposed to be in 18th century england  more

Resolved Question: If you were judge a story solely on the first page and this was what you read would, you want to read the rest?

I am mainly looking for people who actually know what they were talking about to answer. I don't an answer that just says "oh it's really good, I like it a lot" I want an answer that can really give me feedback. What so good about it, or what needs work, etc. I'm looking to see what you think of how well it is written, and about the story itself. From this it doesn't really say much, but that is what I'm going for. A story about the mundane life, lol. I really feel that is more artistic than anything becuase people put so much effort write stories about life and make full of glamorize it and over dramatize it. I wanted to do something different. So I am writing it through the view point of an ordinary person living his ordinary life facing ordinary problems. Something much more realistic than a lot of stories out there. Hope you like it. Also I can't seem to dent the paragraph, sorry about that lol And it is a bit rough, not quite the worthy to be published yet. Just starting this story out, so keep that in mind. -------------------------------------- There was something about that night that seemed different. Maybe it was the shift in the wind, or the sudden lack of warmness in the November Air. Maybe it was the way the day started; it could have been something I ate. It could have been the way Naomi just walked away without a word or reason. It could have been the way she just yelled; the way the tears streaked down her soft pale complexion as she uttered each hateful sentence. It could have been the way if felt when her palm struck my check. It could have been the way my heart stopped the moment her back was to me. I felt so dead. I don’t know why, I never really knew her. It wasn’t as if the six month relationship was going anywhere. I should have guessed it the moment I walked in on her crying in the corner of our studio apartment on Telegraph Avenue. She had her head against the bare corner and her arms wrapped around her legs. The way her hair fell partly against her face, God she was beautiful, sad, but nonetheless beautiful. There was something in the way she needed me, or thought she did. As I came closer she screamed stop. An inch of movement incited another stop. She kept on uttering to herself, but I couldn’t make out a legible word. So I just walked over the where I dropped my bag and closed the door. I placed it atop of our “dining” table. It was this old beaten up table we saved from being trashed. It was early to mid August, we have just come back from a brief lunch and the table was lopsided near the garbage bin outside the complex. Someone must of saw it fit to throw a perfectly good table. So we decided to take it in. A leg was missing, and there were a couple of dents on the surface, but still perfectly useable. Since we didn’t have a fancy house with a fancy formal dining room to a put a real dining table in, we decided to call our new friend our “dining” table. I shifted through my bag and pulled a flat brown paper bag and brought to the far right corner where we placed the old record player we bought at a garage sale. I pulled out an Indian Summer record I just found earlier that day. I was going to surprise her. I played the record and made a pot a coffee. I pulled a chair out and sat and sipped my coffee quietly as the record play through. Halfway through she got up, poured herself a cup and pulled out the other chair. We didn’t talk, we just listened. By the time the record played the last song she had fallen asleep. Her shallow breathing sounded like music, if only you heard. It was hard to not smile as I carried her to the bed.  more

Resolved Question: A part of my first chapter in Mother Earth. Tell me if you like it!?

I'm an aspiring writer. I love to write when I get the chance and here's part of my book Mother Earth. Tell me if you like it and maybe i'll post the rest! Mother Earth: Book 1 Chapter 1 I woke up early that morning to the sound of my child yelling in my ear. I opened my eyes and saw Gabriel yanking on my bed sheets and him yelling, “Get up! Get up!” I finally rubbed my eyes and sat up. I looked over to where Kyle was supposed to be, but of course it was empty. Gabriel released the sheets and backed away from the bed. I got up and threw the covers off of me. I headed into the kitchen to see Kyle standing and making coffee. “Good morning honey,” he said with a grin his eyes on the coffee maker. “Good morning,” I replied smiling. I went up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Where’s Susie?” “She’s still sleeping,” he said pouring the coffee into two mugs. “I wouldn’t dare wake her up this early in the morning.” I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 6:30. I groaned and looked at Gabriel. He just shrugged, grinning. I sighed and dumped two packets of sugar into the coffee mug and stirred. Gabriel sat on one of the dining room chairs and ate his peanut butter toast, the crust off. “Did you make me toast?” I asked smiling up at Kyle. “Yep, it’s right over on the table,” he pointed over to my favorite spot. “Thank you,” I said and picked up my coffee mug and headed over to the table. Gabriel had peanut butter all over his face and hands. He was still in Kindergarten so, it was explainable. I still had to teach him otherwise, though. I laughed at him and Gabriel giggled, licking the peanut butter off his fingers. I picked up a piece of toast and bit into it. “Can you get me a paper napkin?” I asked Kyle as he was making himself some toast. “Is it Gabriel, again?” he asked looking over the half wall dividing the kitchen from the dining room. “Yep,” I said looking at Gabriel accusingly. He just giggled and got more peanut butter all over himself. I swear I wouldn’t know what to do without Kyle there. Kyle brought over some paper towels and started cleaning off Gabriel’s face. Gabriel protested with some cries and finally gave up, leaving Kyle just to peacefully clean up his face. Gabriel left the table leaving half a piece of toast which Kyle usually ate after he was finished with his. He was really frugal. After I finished eating, I cleaned up my area and put my plate on the counter. I sighed and looked up at the clock again. It was a little later, 7:05. “Should I wake up Susie?” I asked Kyle. He looked up from his toast. “Sure,” he said looking up at the clock. “But I would warn you, she hates this time.” I laughed and walked into Susie’s room. She was peacefully lying in her light, oak wood crib. Her mattress sheets were white with pink and purple butterflies. The butterflies looked so real that it seemed like they would fly away, but to be truthful that would scare little Susie and we do not want that, now do we? Above the crib was a mobile with butterflies that would spin around and play,” Somewhere Over the Rainbow”. The walls in the room were purple and the floor was laminate. She had a changing table that matched exactly what the crib was. She had a toy bin that held all of her toy ponies and stuffed animals, except one battered down white bunny lying in the crib next to Susie. Susie was a one year old and was already starting to walk and speak to us. Her first word I remember very clearly. It was Gabriel. It was very sweet, but Gabriel didn’t seem to care much. I gently picked up Susie and held her in my arms. I rocked her slowly and carefully. She opened her eyes anyway and looked up at me. After a silent moment, she started to cry, good thing I had a pacifier in my open hand and I put it in her mouth. She sucked on it and looked up at me with those big brown eyes. Susie had fairly long hair, so I usually put that up into a ponytail or pigtails. She had light skin and always looked good in pink or purple. She was wearing pink footsie pajamas with yellow hearts all over it. She was adorable. I held her up to my chest so that she would be looking over my shoulder. I lightly patted her back and tilted my head to the side and kissed her head. Her hair was soft and black. I headed over to the changing table and took off her pajamas. I slipped on a light purple dress and put yellow socks on her small, delicate feet. I brushed and separated her hair down the middle. I held one of the sides and put a yellow band around that one and then on the other. After tightening the bands and Susie crying a protest, I held her up to examine her pigtails. She looked fine so, I held her to my chest again and patted her back gently as I heard her faint breathing. The feel of her breath against my bare neck reminded me of a cool breeze. Gabriel opened the door to her room a crack and peered inside. I looked ov  more

Resolved Question: My story, anything i should change before I submit it?

Hi! I need some opinions on whether i need to add more detail to this short story before i hand it in to my class at uni for criticism e.g. describe the chair more, tell more about the events that happen so if you could please read it and tell me i would be so grateful and happy to answer your questions in return if you post a link! thank you! Rocking Chair In a small country antique store, between a hall stand and a coffee table, stood a rocking chair. The owner had not been dead two weeks before her children had begun dismantling their mother’s life, dividing her possessions and like vultures swooping on the silverware and jewellery. When they had looked on the cherry wooded chair with its thick tapestry seat they had not argued over it the way they had the engagement ring or the dining set, “You take it Ella,” one had said. “I can’t put that in my house, it would look ridiculous with the modern furniture.” “It’s too nice to just throw out, we could sell it, at least then we’ll get something for it?” “Probably not worth the effort but we’ll give it a try,” someone had replied before the eldest son had carried it to a pile outside and they all forgot about it. In a Brighton house a man and his pregnant wife went to bed. The man lay there listening to his wife’s breathing until it slowed and he knew she was asleep, then he carefully climbed from under the blankets, pulled on a jacket and a pair of work boots and made his way to the bottom of a garden. Inside his workshop he carved and sanded and painted with love thinking of his wife and their baby. For weeks he worked through the night, waiting for his wife to sleep and then creeping to the bottom of the garden where he then set work. The day his wife brought their son home was one in a series of the happiest of his life. He took them up the stairs to the nursery and there in the centre of the room stood a cherry wooded rocking chair with a tapestry seat. The man presented the gift to his wife and told her of his stealth, sneaking away in the night. They laughed and the woman sat in the chair and rocked their newborn child to sleep. The years passed and two more children came. The family grew and the nursery became their mothers sewing room, a place of comfort and refuge from the outside world for the children. The rocking chair watched as many scraped knees were bandaged and tears wiped away. The mother sat in her rocking chair as she consoled, lectured and counselled her children and when she had been left alone in her room she rocked in her chair and thought of the gift that her husband had given her. A chair, a family and love. A young man walked down the street of a country town He was searching for a present that would show his wife, his love for her and their unborn child. As he walked something caught his eye from the window of an antique store. It was a cherry wood rocking chair. As the young man looked at the chair he pictured his wife rocking with their child in her arms. That night, while his wife slept, the man carried the chair from his car to his shed where he began lovingly restoring his gift.  more

Resolved Question: What should I do from here?

Hi! i'm thinking of submiting this story i wrote for a fiction class i did last semester at uni. i had to hand it into the class and a few people said that they wished it had more detail about the chair and about the characters but i was kind of thinking it was good not to have a lot of detail because then everyone can imagine it differently. so i was hoping some of you would read the story and tell me what you think needs changing to make the story better. i would really be very grateful and if you post a link i am more than happy to answer your questions (i'm about to go to work so i will answer them all tonight when i get home!) also, i'm a university student so you know what level my writing should be at and i'm submitting it to be published in a collection of short stories from universities all over the world. Thank you to anyone who answers! here's the story: Rocking Chair In a small country antique store, between a hall stand and a coffee table, stood a rocking chair. The owner had not been dead two weeks before her children had begun dismantling their mother’s life, dividing her possessions and like vultures swooping on the silverware and jewellery. When they had looked on the cherry wooded chair with its thick tapestry seat they had not argued over it the way they had the engagement ring or the dining set, “You take it Ella,” one had said. “I can’t put that in my house, it would look ridiculous with the modern furniture.” “It’s too nice to just throw out, we could sell it, at least then we’ll get something for it?” “Probably not worth the effort but we’ll give it a try,” someone had replied before the eldest son had carried it to a pile outside and they all forgot about it. In a Brighton house a man and his pregnant wife went to bed. The man lay there listening to his wife’s breathing until it slowed and he knew she was asleep, then he carefully climbed from under the blankets, pulled on a jacket and a pair of work boots and made his way to the bottom of a garden. Inside his workshop he carved and sanded and painted with love thinking of his wife and their baby. For weeks he worked through the night, waiting for his wife to sleep and then creeping to the bottom of the garden where he then set work. The day his wife brought their son home was one in a series of the happiest of his life. He took them up the stairs to the nursery and there in the centre of the room stood a cherry wooded rocking chair with a tapestry seat. The man presented the gift to his wife and told her of his stealth, sneaking away in the night. They laughed and the woman sat in the chair and rocked their newborn child to sleep. The years passed and two more children came. The family grew and the nursery became their mothers sewing room, a place of comfort and refuge from the outside world for the children. The rocking chair watched as many scraped knees were bandaged and tears wiped away. The mother sat in her rocking chair as she consoled, lectured and counselled her children and when she had been left alone in her room she rocked in her chair and thought of the gift that her husband had given her. A chair, a family and love. A young man walked down the street of a country town He was searching for a present that would show his wife, his love for her and their unborn child. As he walked something caught his eye from the window of an antique store. It was a cherry wood rocking chair. As the young man looked at the chair he pictured his wife rocking with their child in her arms. That night, while his wife slept, the man carried the chair from his car to his shed where he began lovingly restoring his gift.  more

Resolved Question: Submitting my short story to be published, more or less detail?

Hi! i'm going to submit this story i wrote for a fiction class i did last semester at uni. i had to hand it into the class and a few people said that they wished it had more detail about the chair and about the characters but i was kind of thinking it was good not to have a lot of detail because then everyone can imagine it differently. so i was hoping some of you would read the story and tell me what you think needs changing to make the story better. i would really be very grateful and if you post a link i am more than happy to answer your questions (i'm about to go to work so i will answer them all tonight when i get home!) also, i'm a university student so you know what level my writing should be at and i'm submitting it to be published in a collection of short stories from universities all over the world. Thank you to anyone who answers! here's the story: Rocking Chair In a small country antique store, between a hall stand and a coffee table, stood a rocking chair. The owner had not been dead two weeks before her children had begun dismantling their mother’s life, dividing her possessions and like vultures swooping on the silverware and jewellery. When they had looked on the cherry wooded chair with its thick tapestry seat they had not argued over it the way they had the engagement ring or the dining set, “You take it Ella,” one had said. “I can’t put that in my house, it would look ridiculous with the modern furniture.” “It’s too nice to just throw out, we could sell it, at least then we’ll get something for it?” “Probably not worth the effort but we’ll give it a try,” someone had replied before the eldest son had carried it to a pile outside and they all forgot about it. In a Brighton house a man and his pregnant wife went to bed. The man lay there listening to his wife’s breathing until it slowed and he knew she was asleep, then he carefully climbed from under the blankets, pulled on a jacket and a pair of work boots and made his way to the bottom of a garden. Inside his workshop he carved and sanded and painted with love thinking of his wife and their baby. For weeks he worked through the night, waiting for his wife to sleep and then creeping to the bottom of the garden where he then set work. The day his wife brought their son home was one in a series of the happiest of his life. He took them up the stairs to the nursery and there in the centre of the room stood a cherry wooded rocking chair with a tapestry seat. The man presented the gift to his wife and told her of his stealth, sneaking away in the night. They laughed and the woman sat in the chair and rocked their newborn child to sleep. The years passed and two more children came. The family grew and the nursery became their mothers sewing room, a place of comfort and refuge from the outside world for the children. The rocking chair watched as many scraped knees were bandaged and tears wiped away. The mother sat in her rocking chair as she consoled, lectured and counselled her children and when she had been left alone in her room she rocked in her chair and thought of the gift that her husband had given her. A chair, a family and love. A young man walked down the street of a country town He was searching for a present that would show his wife, his love for her and their unborn child. As he walked something caught his eye from the window of an antique store. It was a cherry wood rocking chair. As the young man looked at the chair he pictured his wife rocking with their child in her arms. That night, while his wife slept, the man carried the chair from his car to his shed where he began lovingly restoring his gift.  more

Voting Question: How do re-decorate, refurbish dining room chairs?

They are OLD. The backs are not straight across the top. They have "knobs". Two have arms (for the head and foot of the table). Therefore slip covers out of the picture. The seat is not upholstered so I cant re-do that. The seat isnt even square its an odd shape so I can even put a cushion. They were a wedding present to the parents of my boyfriend so buying new ones are out of the question... I am very creative and totally stumped!!!  more

Resolved Question: Buying an apartment in sunny beach, Bulgaria - Question for the locals?

I am looking to buy an apartment in Sunny Days 6 development, Sunny Beach, Bulgaria and I have several questions, ideally directed to people who live there. 1) Have you seen any marketing for this complex and if so what sort of prices are they charging either per m2 or for a 1 bed apartment, any special offers? I am hoping that if I can catch the developer out with a deal that he doesn’t think I know about I may get it cheaper. 2) How much do things like kitchen appliances and furniture cost in your country? I realise that is like saying how long is a piece of string however roughly what would you expect to pay for an electrical shop own brand product instead of a high end Sony or SMEG brand. I hope that makes sense, but roughly what would you expect to pay for the following, getting a reasonably decent product but with out spending silly money? Fridge freezer Oven and Hob Washing Machine Dining table and chairs Sofa bed and arm chair Double Bed and mattress Bedroom furniture, eg chest of draws, bed side table, wardrobe etc. The place I am buying has furnature packs for sale, but it would cost me less to buy what they are offering in the UK let alone Bulgaria. So I am thinking of just buying the things myself when I first visit the apartment and wanted to get an idea of price Many many thanks to all the serious replies and to the silly ones at least try and make them funny Thanks Neil  more

Voting Question: furniture layout L shaped living room dining room?

I need help deciding on furniture placement for an L-shaped living room and dining room combo. (The furniture in the photos below is not mine, only the room will be.) The furniture I have is 2 sofas, an arm chair, an upright piano, a dining room table and chairs and a buffet cabinet. I will purchase end tables, and a coffee table as needed. If you have suggestions on furniture placement, this would be helpful. I was thinking that the sofas should somehow be around the fireplace, but I wonder if that would look awkward. The link below should take you to the photos. http://s967.photobucket.com/albums/ae159/fsvgdj/Living%20room%20photos/ Thank you for your ideas!  more

Resolved Question: Would anyone translate these words to western armenian plz?

I will be very thankful for the one who can translate these lists for me into WESTERN Armenian. I know some of them r long, but i'd really appreciate it :) And IF anyone could possibly write them using the armenian alphabet (here's a link http://www.wandel.person.dk/armenian.htm... please do. And if not, that's ok. Thank you very much and God bless you :) Book: Pencil: Marker: Desk: Chair: Table: Book bag: Eraser: Pen: Sister: Brother: Baby: Uncle: Aunt: Cousin: My family has 5 people. How many brothers and sisters do you have? I have 2 sisters. I have 0 brothers. This is my… To walk: To sit: To jump: To talk: To sing: To argue: To fight: Head: Hair: Shoulder: Arm: Hand: Leg: Knee: Foot: Toes: Fingers: Eyes: Ears: Mouth: Nose: Face: Big: Small: Short: Tall: Long: I am happy. I like… I don't like… Dress: Shoes: Skirt: Sweater: Pants: Hat: Jacket: Sock: I'm wearing… What else? Guess again. My favorite song is… His: Her: My: Your: Our: Skirt: Skirts: On: In: Under: Behind: Next to: In front of: house Chair: Table: Sofa: Bookcase: Bathtub: Bed: Lamp: Stove: TV: Closet: Bathroom: Bedroom: Living room: Dining room: Kitchen: To play: To sleep: To read: To cook: To watch: Shapes: Square: Circle: Rectangle: Triangle: This is where: when: what: who: Horse: Bird: Cat: Dog: Frog: Duck: Cow: Fish: Deer: Rabbit: Bug: To swim: To eat: To drink: To chat: To work: To fly: To go: To come: Come here: Go away: Listen to me: 24 1915 1909 2009 2010 Cake: Gift: Balloon: Ice-cream: Hamburger: Hotdog: Pizza: Milk: Juice: Happy Birthday: How old are you: I'm 14 years old. When is your birthday? What do you have? I have… What do you want? I want… Weekend: Week: Holiday: Birthday: New Year: Christmas: Easter: Shade Chenorhagalem :)  more

Resolved Question: Beginning of first chapter for my novel. Criticism? Opinions?

I sat high on a cushioned stool, tapping my fingers against the cold, hard granite countertop of the greeting table. My head rested upon my palm as my eyes explored around the room. I checked on the clock every now and again. It seemed like time was moving incredibly slowly and painfully. Every minute I was driving deeper and deeper into what seemed to be endless boredom. I stared at the wall where the clock hung. I couldn’t believe I had been at work for five hours and hardly anyone had come to dine. There were only two parties eating at our restaurant at that moment. While all of my other co-workers were lazing away in the cozy employee’s lounge, I had to fill in for the hostess who was late again. I sighed deeply hoping that either the hostess would walk through that door or some people would, so that I could do my job. The slow days were the worst. Suddenly, I had a great craving for some chocolate crepes. My stomach growled. I couldn’t remember the last time I had them here. They were the best and with my employee’s discount, I always got them half-off. Nothing tastes better than a break from work and half-off chocolate crepes. Mmm. I couldn’t wait until my lunch break. Realizing that it was only twenty minutes away, I smiled to myself. Without warning, some customers walked in through the French doors. I immediately snapped out of my thoughts. The cutest elderly couple I had ever seen approached me with beaming faces. “Two?” I asked them, putting on my sweet, waitressy grin. “Yes,” the man replied in a humble tone, and then grabbed his wife’s hand. Aww, I thought to myself. I slid two menus from a shelf in the table and curled them into my arms. “Right this way,” I told them. I picked out the best table in the place for them to sit. It was right beside a window with the perfect view. Our restaurant was situated right next to the beautiful park. At that angle, they would be able to see the amazing, gleaming lake. “Oh, this is lovely. Thank you,” the woman gasped as they sat themselves down. “You’re welcome, madam,” I said as I placed down their menus in front of them. “You’re waiter will be with you shortly.” I walked to the lounge and knocked my hand against the door upon my arrival. A few of the faces turned up to look, but the others were buried into something else. I spotted Jack, reclining in a cyan chair, sleeping deeply. I had seated the couple at one of his tables. “Hey, Jack!” He didn’t stir. “Jack!” I said as I punched him jokingly in the shoulder. “Wake up, lazy. Table 7. A couple. Serve them.” He opened his eyes and reluctantly pushed himself up, stretching out his arms with an exaggerated sigh. He punched me back like I had just done to him and gave me a glare. “Thanks for putting them at one of my tables.” I smirked. “You are very welcome.” Jack’s name suited him well. If you ever asked me describe him in one word, without a hesitation, I would say: jackass. Two words: unnecessary jackass. Three words: half-witted, unnecessary jackass. It was impossible to hold an intelligent conversation with him. If you were a girl, he would spend the time staring at your breasts (and I mean ANY girl) and if you were a guy, he would find some way to insult you or some way to change the conversation to “chicks”. He was so irritating; never respectful to anyone he met. For some unknown reason, my best friend Tori “fell” for him. She claimed that under it all, he was a really sweet and understanding guy. I don’t believe it one bit. I know that he was just as shallow as he appeared. Tori is such a good girl and I know he was just using her. She always saw the best in everyone, even the worst people. I knew that in the end, he would break her heart; I just didn’t want it to happen. I wouldn’t be able to count the amount of times I begged her to end her relationship with him. Tori and I lived together in a quaint house just outside of town. It had two floors. The bottom was hers, and the top mine. I remember being so worried that I wouldn’t like my housemate. That wasn’t the case at all. She was adorable and probably the most caring girl I had ever known. Her look was so much like her personality. She always dressed in bright, sunny colors, her brunette hair in the cutest bob and her brown eyes always bright and aware. She was like the opposite of me, but we never had any problems. I couldn’t remember fighting with her once the whole year I knew her. I loved her. She was like a sister to me. We knew anything and everything about each other. She was on vacation for about two weeks in Hawaii. I missed her terribly, but she was coming back in a couple of days. It was so lonely at home and at work without her. She was practically my only really good friend there. I came back to my position again and noticed that the hostess had finally arrived. She was flirting with a guy at the table, about to seat him. He was fairly attractive with dark, short, curly brunette hair. He also towered over her. Clea Clearly a few inches above six feet when the hostess only reached his shoulders. I also knew that he was way too old for her. She was still in high school and he must’ve been in his early twenties. I watched as she pulled a menu from the shelf nonchalantly and asked with a flirtatious voice, “Will anyone else be joining you?” The guy laughed and rubbed his neck. “Uh, no. Actually, I work here.” Was that an accent I heard? “This is my first day.” Definitely an English accent. I had never even met another person in my life that had one. I approached them, about to thank the girl for finally showing up, but I was interrupted by him. He turned to me. “Uh, do you think one of you can show me to the manager, uh, Mister Lombardi?” “I can,” I blurted out, without thinking. The girl gave me an evil look as if I had beaten her to it. I turned to her. “Uh, thanks,” I shrugged, trying to read her nametag. I never had good eyesight. “Uh, Lynn for finally showing up.” “You’re welcome,” she scowled. Ugh. Why doesn't it show indentation? :[ Anyway, thanks in advance!  more

Resolved Question: Beginning of my novel. VERY first draft. (read it over once, I'm editing now) Opinions? Criticism?

I sat high on a cushioned stool, tapping my fingers against the cold, hard granite countertop of the greeting table. My head rested on my palm as my eyes explored around the room. I checked on the clock every now and again. It seemed like time was moving incredibly slowly and painfully. Every minute I was driving deeper and deeper into what seemed to be endless boredom. I stared at the wall where the clock hung. I couldn’t believe I had been at work for five hours and hardly anyone had come to dine. There were only two parties eating at our restaurant at that moment. While all of my other co-workers were lazing away in the cozy employee’s lounge, I had to fill in for the hostess who was late again. I sighed deeply hoping that either the hostess would walk through that door or some people would, so that I could do my job. The slow days were the worst. Suddenly, I had a great craving for some chocolate crepes. My stomach growled. I couldn’t remember the last time I had them here. They were the best and with my employee’s discount, I always got them half-off. Nothing tastes better than a break from work and half-off chocolate crepes. I couldn’t wait until my lunch break. Realizing that it was only half an hour away, I smiled to myself. Without warning, some customers walked in through the French doors. I immediately snapped out of my thoughts. The cutest elderly couple I had ever seen approached me with beaming faces. “Two?” I asked them, putting on my sweet, waitressy grin. “Yes,” the man replied in a humble tone, and then grabbed his wife’s hand. Aww, I thought to myself. I slid two menus from a shelf in the table and curled them into my arms. “Right this way,” I told them. I picked out the best table in the place for them to sit. It was right beside a window with the perfect view. Our restaurant was situated right next to the beautiful park. At that angle, they would be able to see the amazing, gleaming lake. “Oh, this is lovely. Thank you,” the woman gasped as they sat themselves down. “You’re welcome, madam,” I said as I placed down their menus in front of them. “You’re waiter will be with you shortly.” I walked to the lounge and knocked my hand against the door upon my arrival. A few of the faces turned up to look, but the others were buried into something else. I spotted Jack, reclining in a cyan chair, sleeping deeply. I had seated the couple at one of his tables. “Hey, Jack!” He didn’t stir. “Jack!” I said as I punched him jokingly in the shoulder. “Wake up, lazy. Table 7. A couple. Serve them.” He opened his eyes and reluctantly pushed himself up, stretching out his arms with an exaggerated sigh. He punched me back like I had just done to him and gave me a glare. “Thanks for putting them at one of my tables.” I smirked. “You are very welcome.” Jack’s name suited him well. If you ever asked me describe him in one word, without a hesitation, I would say: jackass. Two words: unnecessary jackass. Three words: half-witted, unnecessary jackass. It was impossible to hold an intelligent conversation with him. If you were a girl, he would spend the time staring at your breasts (and I mean ANY girl) and if you were a guy, he would find some way to insult you or some way to change the conversation to “chicks”. He was so irritating; never respectful to anyone he met. For some unknown reason, my best friend Tori “fell” for him. She claimed that under it all, he was a really sweet and understanding guy. I don’t believe it one bit. I know that he’s just as shallow as he appears. Tori is such a good girl and I know he is just using her. She always saw the best in everyone, even the worst people. I knew that in the end, he would break her heart; I just didn’t want it to happen. I wouldn’t be able to count the amount of times I begged her to end her relationship with him. Tori and I lived together in a quaint house just outside of town. It had two floors. The bottom was hers, and the top mine. I remember being so worried that I wouldn’t like my housemate. That wasn’t the case at all. She was adorable and probably the most caring girl I had ever known. Her look was so much like her personality. She always dressed in bright, sunny colors. Her brunette hair in the cutest bob. Her brown eyes always bright and aware. She was like the opposite of me, but we never had any problems. I couldn’t remember fighting with her once the whole year I knew her. I loved her. She was like a sister to me. We knew anything and everything about each other. She was on vacation for about two weeks in Hawaii. I missed her terribly, but she was coming back in a couple of days. It was so lonely at home and at work without her. She was practically my only really good friend there. I came back to my position again and noticed that the hostess had finally arrived. She was flirting with a guy at the table, about to seat him. He was fairly attractive with dark, short, curly brunette hair. He also towered over her. Clearly a few inches above six feet when the hostess only reached his shoulders. I also knew that he was way too old for her. She was still in high school and he must’ve been in his early twenties. I watched as she pulled a menu from the shelf nonchalantly and asked with a flirtatious voice, “Will anyone else be joining you?” The guy laughed and rubbed his neck. “Uh, no. Actually, I work here.” Was that an accent I heard? “This is my first day.” Definitely an English accent. I had never even met another person in my life that had one. I approached them, about to thank the girl for finally showing up, but I was interrupted by him. He turned to me. “Uh, do you think one of you can show me to the manager?” “I can,” I said, without thinking. The girl gave me an evil look as if I had beaten her to it. “Uh, thanks,” I thanked her trying to read her nametag. I never had good eyesight. “Lynn.” “You’re welcome,” she scowled. I know it has tense problems >:[ I emailed this to me from another computer, but I forgot to save it after I fixed it. Yeah. MS word changed the "never heard anyone that had one". Thanks. :]  more

Resolved Question: Please help me with my new house?

Hello. I am moving into a 3 bedroom apartment and was thinking how to set it up. For the twins will have a bed room each and i decided pink on 2 walls and purple on 2 walls. So, i was thinking of having cream, red and white or white for my walls what do you think? Also, for downstairs, do you think cream is too much? And for the dining room i am thinking of having a large circle oak dining table, and a computer. also the pets the hamster and bird will be in there. The dog will be allover (downstairs) and the fish in the living room. Is this a good plan? For the living room. We will have the television the sofa, 2 arm chairs, cabinet and a big circle fish tank (home made). Do you think this is too much? For the kitchen, all the kitchen supplies, a breakfast bar and chairs. Do you think this will look over the top? For the bathroom (upstairs). a small Jacuzzi. a sink, toilet, shower and all the little bits. Do you think this will look ok? For the down stairs toilet, a toilet and sink and all the little bits. But at the end do you think my house will look ok? Thank you for your time  more

Resolved Question: Dining chair slipcovers?

I am looking for some slipcovers for chairs I need some without arms like these http://www.tableclothsfactory.com/Black-Banquet-Chair-Covers-p/chair_banq_blk.htm And I also want some just like those for 2 dining chairs with arms. Do they make those? I like the ones in the link but I need 2 with arms any links would be GREAT!!! Thanks so much  more

Resolved Question: I have a dining room set that I am sanding now. what is the best way to refinish it so it looks like show room?

My dining room set is from Broyhill, so I know it is of good quality. I opted for acetone removal and sanding because it is huge with 6 arm chairs and acetone alone would be costly. How do I stain or refinish so it looks like it just came from the show room? It was painted white, but had a dingy yellow tint from age. I also want to finish it to match my kitchen cabinets, what is the best product and how do I match the color?  more

Resolved Question: My cat tried to scratch me?

I just got him two days ago. I got him because I liked how calm and affectionate he was when he sat in my lap at the shelter. But then today I came in looking for him to check up on him. Then I found him sitting on a chair at the dining table. When I petted him, he extended his paw towards my arm and tried as hard as he could to scratch me. This shocked me. I didn't get hurt as he was already declawed, but WTF? Why did he do that? I give him treats, I pet him a lot, and I always make sure he's okay. Stupid bast*** I know because I felt him apply as much pressure as he could on my arm. It still tingles from the little bits of claws left over, although it doesn't hurt. Should I return him to the shelter? I was surprised as he seemed so sweet and calm. He always rubbed his head against my hand as I reached down to pet him before. Why did he do it?! Ok I'll give him some more chances  more

Voting Question: What do you think of this short story?(a little long)?

In the morning before anything else, I locate my cat, Lilly, who is known to get in trouble in the shadows of the night. Finally, at this time of year, the sun is up when I wake at six o‘clock. After the first warm day of the spring, our windows were open over night, leaving only the thin, friable screen in between our home and the outside world. From the kitchen, I made my way into the den through my dining room. Sauntering past the open window, I noticed a certain stream of light through our thin curtains. I don’t know why I stopped and looked, but I did. I not only stopped, but I walked towards it. I had only one step to take before my hand it’s self was in the path of the rays. Suddenly the curtains shuddered, and the plants in the windowsill shook ever so slightly. A calm, cool breeze flowed in through the open window. With it, it brought a familiar scent, one that took me back –or rather forward in time. I closed my eyes. I saw what I remembered. I saw what was so familiar. It was another morning, a far off morning, but a recognizable one all the same. It was June. Late June, but still a cooler, more spring like than summer like day. I was up earlier than usual for the summer, 7 o’clock. Our house was open and airy like any other summer day. I did not have much of my ever so sweet serenity, and this I knew. Climbing the stairs up from my room, I stopped and looked out the window in my basement door. A blue sky and the many songbirds that spent the better time of their year here with us, greeted me. A perfect day. Rare for New England Summers. I sighed and the break in silence almost startled me. I continued my climb to the top of the stairs. I swung open the kitchen door and kneeled down to release Zoey from her crate. She stretched and snuggled into me. Her always welcome “good morning” was comfortably familiar. I picked her up and she wiggled in my arms until I set her down in my chair, and preformed my routine of locating Lilly. When I found her in the living room asleep on her back as she was at ten thirty the night before, I knew she was fine. With a smile I made my way back to the kitchen and my very impatient dog. Over in her basket sat her leash, that I picked up and slipped it round Zoey’s neck. She jumped off the chair and followed me to the door. I pulled my shoes on. The door handle turned easily and my front door swung open. The morning sun shone bright and gold on my lawn through the outside door. My hand gripped the bright handle and turned it slowly to the right. My first step onto the porch was careful. Then Zoey pulled me out. The air was warm, soft…and scented. The smell that was oh so familiar, was the sweet, comforting smell, of pure summer.  more

Resolved Question: I stabbed some girl in the back with a butcher knife. What should I do now?

There is this girl I hate so much named Jane. She invited me to her party (like 1 hr ago) and I went. When I was there she was being so mean with me. Me and my boyfriend were eating pizza on the sofa and Jane came and she tried to pour her drink on me. We are all 14 btw. Then my boyfriend went to the other room since some guys were playing Resident Evil 5. I am really good at that game too so I went on the playstation upstairs (there is one playstaion upstairs and one downstairs) and my boyfriend was controlling Chris and I was controlling Sheva and we got 100,000 + on mercenaries mode... (you have no idea what I'm talking about if you never played Re5) So then I was back in the dining room. No one else was in the dining room, everyone was in the living room. Then Jane came in and she was fighting with me again. She let it slip, that SHE was the one who broke into my locker and threw my things all over the halls. A few weeks ago, my locker was broken into. My purse an the contents were scattered around the halls. My makeup, perfume, cell phone, some medicine and tampons were scattered EVERYWHERE. I was so angry at Jane and she got up to try and run. I grabbed a butcher knife that was on the table and I was like threatening her (jokingly) with it. I cornered her behind the table and she grabbed this wine bottle from behind the chair. She threatened to hit me with it. I told her to go ahead and then I rushed her. When I rushed her she whipped the wine bottle at the side of my head and it shattered. I screamed and red wine went everywhere... it might have been mixed with some blood lol... My eyes were closed because there was wine everywhere and it burned my eyes. So I felt Jane slap me. I swung my arms I hit her and I slapped her (I was still holding the knife) Then I dropped the knife and I took my top off and wiped my eyes with it. I opened my eyes and I saw Jane and she was lying on the floor and the knife was in her back. She was moving, and only like the tip of the knife was in her back. She got up and walked to the sofa and when she did the knife fell out of her back. I went to her and she told me to get the hell out. So I ran home, and here I am... WATT SHOULD I DO???  more

Resolved Question: What do you think of this? constructive critism wanted! =)?

When you are fighting for your life there has to be someone that is making you fight, someone that just won’t let you give up, whether they are actually there or whether they are in the back of your mind reminding you when you get tired what is waiting for you! I found out who that person was when I was floating in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean on a piece of what I think used to be a table top. The cruise ship that I was on had sunk and I was the only survivor, or so I thought. The person that kept me alive was my little sister charlotte. She was 4 years old and she was so beautiful. She was the reason that I was fighting, without the thought of her alone in this cruel world I would have given up a long long time ago. I kept fighting day after endless day for her. My mum and dad had taken me on the cruise with 2 of my friends for my 16th birthday. We were having the time of our lives, until that night. That night there was not a cloud in the sky, it was perfect the stars were shining brighter than ever and everything and everyone was alive and happy. I was finally starting to enjoy myself. That was until half past 12 that night. That’s when things started to go terribly wrong. The captain had got a little drunk at the ball a couple of hours before, and ended up in the ship’s cargo holder. I watched as a couple of the sailors carried him into the ships out of the dinner hall. Even then I thought that something was wrong, but I never thought anything more of it. It was just the way that the captain walked through the doors, and then the next minute he was being carried out. Everything was going fine until one of the sailors pulled a gun out on all the passengers in the dining hall, demanding that we all gave him our money or we would be chucked overboard. People started to scream and some men tried to be hero’s and tried to take the gun of the sailor, but there was more than just one man with a gun. There were about 15 all together. The people that were serving us our dinner suddenly pulled out guns and leapt over the tables yelling put your hands up. In a desperate act to stay alive everyone got their money out and handed it to the man that first pulled the gun out. He was a short man with a very red face. He always looked like he was angry and hot. Everyone cooperated extremely well until he came to the man sat next to us. He was a quiet man and obviously very proud. He never said anything in all the time that I had seen him, and he always seemed to distance himself from everyone else, like he thought he was better than everyone else. He refused to give his money to the man with the gun. I think his name was Jason. Everyone was telling him, just give him the money, but he wouldn’t listen, he refused to give the man anything. The man with the gun grabbed hold of Jason and pulled him up by his collar. Everyone watched helplessly as he beat him with the back end of the gun. Jason yelped out in pain as the end of the gun smacked him across the nose. A spray of blood came out of his mouth as he feel face first onto the floor. The man with the gun pulled him back up and threw him against his chair. Jason wobbled about a bit before just sitting there with his head hanging loosely down. The man with the gun stuck his hand into Jason’s pocket and yanked his walled out. He laughed and put it in his own pocked before turning his back on him. Everyone stared petrified and silent. No one knew what to do. Everyone thought that it was over and he was just going to leave Jason that was until the he shot a single bullet at the ceiling. Everyone turned to see where the sound had come from. A little dust fell from the ceiling, but soon seemed to evaporate into the air. Now that the man had everyone’s attention he began to pull Jason towards the double doors. I watched begging for someone just to stop this. I had this horrible feeling that this was going to be the last time that any of us were going to see Jason again. I didn’t really know him, but from what I had observed over the past couple of days he was not exactly the nicest most understanding person. That didn’t mean that he should be killed. “Right listen everyone, out onto the deck. Now!” the man shouted as he kicked the doors open. Jason scrambled along the floor as the man dragged him by his jacket. Everyone jumped to their feet and started to shuffle nervously towards the doors leading out and onto the deck. Somehow I managed to get completely separated from my family and friends. I tried frantically to find them, but I couldn’t see them anywhere. I followed the crowd out and onto the ship’s deck. There were lights all along the roof of the dinner hall that lit up the deck. People looked around nervously as they all shuffled into a crowd around the man with the gun and Jason. I was about an arm’s reach away from the man with the gun. I kept telling myself to do something, to do anything, but there wasn’t anything that  more

Resolved Question: This girl fell 8 meters off of a balcony and hit the floor face first. Could she be dead?

There is this girl I hate SO FREAKING much named Jane. Last night she invited me and tons of my friends to her party because she said that she wants to start over and get along. So when we were there, there were so many people. Like a dozen. But a lot of them were in the living room and me and my friends were in the dining room. Then Jane brought down a paintball gun. She was showing it to us and then she aimed it at me and called me a freaking idiot and told me this was her way of getting back at me. She shot the paintball gun at me!! Oh my god I screamed but the paintball hit my glass. And then I dropped it and it hit the floor. I looked at Jane and she started to shoot and I screamed and ran. I like tipped some chairs and stuff and kept running. I ran into the living room and through the crowd of people. Jane just started shooting random people and everyone ran out. Then I ran upstairs and across the balcony. Jane was RIGHT behind me. We were standing right behind the balcony railing when Jane caught up to me. She put her elbow around my neck. My boyfriend and my friend Ashley and my other friend Chloe were at the bottom looking. Jane like started choking me. Then she pushed me. I fell on the floor she aimed the paintball gun at me and she shot. Like she shot a circle around me. All the paintballs were a BRIGHT lime green. I got up and me and Jane fought over the paintball gun. I snatched it from her and I shot her face with it by accident. She screamed and grabbed her face and tripped on her own legs. SHE FELL OVER THE BALCONY RAILING! She hit the floor front first! Her arms and legs were spread out wide. I freaked out and me and all my friends left. Everyone else was already gone. This happened last night. Jane's parents are on a business trip. I haven't heard from Jane since. The fall is like 7 or 8 meter sticks high. COULD SHE BE DEAD! If she is alive and she smashed into the floor face first what damages will she have? THANKZX  more

Resolved Question: What is with my arm?Help please!?

Yesterday I was going to sit down in my desk chair,in the dining room,and I whacked my elbow off the china cabinet.But I did more then just whack it,it kind of felt like it went in between the two bones towards the joint.I was sitting there half laughing half crying and my mom is trying to figure out what's wrong.After I calmed down it still hurt and my fingers had a tingly feeling.I told my mom and she said that I probably hit a nerve. Now today it has been hurting on and off but the weird thing is it is hurting in the front instead of the back where I hit it. What the heck is with my arm!? Thanks for your answer!  more

Resolved Question: I am a cna and one of my duties is to help in the dining rm....?

We are to transport the ones in wheel chairs and for the others in walkers to help them in and out. This is total caos! There are only 2 cna's and 48 residents. We start at 4 oclock and it takes til 5 to get them seated put glasses on tables, coffee cups, pour ice and tea, milk , juice etc. There is one cook and another cook that helps us for a couple hours to serve the food. We are going like mad to get this done, also we have to remove all wheel chairs and walkers from the dining rm and transport people into chairs, instead of letting them eat from the chairs. When they finish we have to remove the dishes, clean them stack them in the kitchen, all trash removed and then transport them back and bring walkers back in. There is only 3 ppl that can walk in alone. There is 6 in wheel chairs. There is the cook that helps bossing us constantly about knit picking things, ex. who gets their desert first.Also she tries to make us do things that are beyond the guidelines, such as, taking carts in the dining area to pick up plates, trash cans in there. I have never reported this on her but yesterday I did report how she jerked the cake from my hand and said that resident has no patients , she needs to wait. Well when the director talked to her first then brought me in, I was marked as the trouble maker in other words. When I told the director of how I put the residents first she considered just said, and thats what you should do. Now work things out and get along. This evening the same cook was trying to transport someone from their chair to the walker, has no license or training and blocked me with her arm when I had some one needed to go to the bath rm quickly. I said move in a loud voice. What can I do? I hate this stress and her bossing , also the other cna's do too. I have already went to the director, I don't even think she knows what the residents need. She barely comes out of her office. I have went to her twice before over someone being cruel to the residents and she finds someway to smoothe it over and take sides with the others. I don't want to cause a lot of trouble because of getting fired.No one there likes her, not even the residents.She just has a dry personality and a high attitude as if she is greater than the rest. I realize I cannot change it so how do I deal with it , without her help?  more

Resolved Question: Which room is more important for entertaining? Living or Dining room?

We have a *very* small 2 br condo. We would like to invite people over, but the living room layout (a 12x14 room open to the kitchen) only lets us fit a small sofa, one chair, an ottoman/coffee table, and our 42" plasma (there are doorways in three of the four corners and not enough room to put the furniture in the center). We have a small second bedroom that currently fits a desk and a couple bookshelves. A regular dining table will not fit in either of these rooms "as is." If we'd entertain, it would be for dinner parties, coffee, book clubs, etc. Not usually for TV. We're considering moving our "living room" to the small 9x10 bedroom, which would snuggly fit everything except the chair, and then turn the living room into a dining room with a full-size dining table and a couple arm chairs (we'd ditch the desk and use the dining table). Would this dining area be appropriate for entertaining or should the living room be front and center?  more

Resolved Question: What do you think about this fan-fiction of my own on New Moon?

Watch out! For Twilight readers only So what do you think? Read this: *Front is cut* Carlisle was the only member in the family who remained so calm. He locked his iron grip on mine and Jasper’s arms. I woke up instantly. “Stop,” he ordered. “Emmett, Rose, get Jasper outside.” I crouched defensively to protect Bella. She hasn’t overcome the shock yet. Rosalie apologized with sad eyes. Sorry . . . sorry . . . Sorry . . . Emmett nodded at Carlisle. “Come on Jasper.” I’m so sorry, Edward. Jasper was still agitated. The rest of them looked at me apologetically. I shuddered at the thought of Jasper sinking his razor sharp teeth into Bella’s soft, delicate skin. Jasper snapped at me. I couldn’t breathe right. All I know is that I couldn’t hurt Bella; I’ll regret if I hurt her, even if it was only a single strand of hair. Edward. I looked at Rosalie. I couldn’t bear it here anymore. I need to go out—with Jasper, of course. He would snap again anytime from now. I nodded slightly. Both Emmett and Rosalie struggled to wrestle Jasper out of the living room. Esme pinched her nose whilst holding the door open for them to get out. Esme looked shamefully at Bella. “I’m so sorry, Bella,” she cried as she followed them into the yard. Better calm Jasper down. He’s the priority now. “Let me by, Edward,” Carlisle said with his century-accumulated experience in the E.R. I need to treat Bella’s arm. Now. I realized I was not letting Carlisle walk past me and relaxed. Bella was writhing in pain on the floor. The crystal shards cut through her tender skin and into her blood vessel. I stood behind my grand piano to let Carlisle past. Alice came beside me, trying to give a hand to Carlisle. “Here, Carlisle,” she said as she handed him a clean towel from the toilet. Stop the blood first . . . “Too much glass in the wound,” Carlisle rejected briefly and shook his head. By using the towel, the blood would cut deeper into Bella’s skin. I have to get all the glass out before stopping the blood. It’s the best choice. Carlisle reached out to the tablecloth under Bella and ripped a long shred out of it. He wrapped it above her elbow to clot the blood. Bella almost fainted smelling her own blood. It smelled of rust and salt, she once stated. “Bella,” Carlisle said. I should send her to the emergency room. “Do you want me to drive you to the hospital, or would you like me to take care of it here?” Obviously Bella would want to stitch the wound here. She wouldn’t want to let her father worry about her if she went to the emergency room again. Charlie would never let Bella take another step into our house again if he found out it was our fault. “Here please,” she whimpered. The cut must hurt her a lot. Carlisle would need his apparatus. “I’ll get your bag,” Alice said lightly. Her voice sounded serious now, compared to the joyful ringing sound I heard just then. Carlisle asked for my help. “Let’s take her to the kitchen table.” I agreed. The table was as big as an operation bed. I reach her in a fourth of a second and lifted her effortlessly off the mess on the floor. She used her good arm and hugged me tightly. Carlisle followed silently beside me, keeping the pressure steady on her arm. I gently held her as she talked to Carlisle. “How are you doing, Bella?” he asked. “I’m fine.” She did not sound fine at all. In fact, I don’t think she felt fine at all. Bella likes to do that to make me feel fine. But it made me felt worse instead. Alice was at the dining table already. Apparently, she turned the dining room into an operation room, with the apparatus all set and the lights fully ready. I let Bella down onto one of the chairs. Carlisle took another chair and sat beside Bella. I dared not breathe. I might get crazy if I inhaled her irresistible scent again. ~Cut~ I wanted to shout at Alice to gain some relief. In the end, I said a few very long sentences. “Alice, I miss Bella so much… It was as if I’m in hell since yesterday. The pain of leaving her…it was unbearable, Alice. I miss Bella. I want her back. I…I…I want Bella to be with me, forever. You knew that Alice. It just so happened that I’m a danger to her. I only wanted to be with Bella…” The words came out like a river, no, like an ocean. Alice was quiet, too. She was my best friend too, Edward. You’re not the only one missing her. She looked sad, like me. Alice gave me a very tight hug. I hugged her back. “Let’s keep Bella at the most bottom of our hearts,” I whispered. “Yes. Let’s,” Alice whispered, too. It was wrong to hurt the people I loved like this. Although I think it was a right decision to make, and yet I hurt so many people already. I began to suspect that I made a wrong decision. “Are you okay, Alice?” I asked. No I’m not, but never mind. I could withstand it, she soothed me. “We shouldn’t be thinking about Bella anymore. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t peep into her window and watch her s Hah, I know i'm not as good as Stephenie Meyer. . . but. . . as long as it's up to standard for a 14 years old. sorry, the end got cut off because it's too long. . . Read the first chapter at: www.writerscafe.org/writing/ElynnDream95/375067  more

Resolved Question: What's with these dreams?! Can anyone explain?!?

I have 2 weird dreams that just stand out to me for some reason. ____ #1 ____ This is more about a house than it is the multiple dreams I have in it. It keeps coming up in my dreams and even my day dreams. I want to say it's similar to an old plantation house but It seems like it might be smaller (though maybe not). It's white with a large front yard and a gravel driveway and gravel road. both sides of the yard are lined with Osage orange trees. The house is white and aged with slightly chipping paint. It has a large porch that covers the whole front of the house and it usually has a bench swing on the left side and some wicker chairs near the door which is a screen door in front of a simple, thick white door. The inside has a large open space about the size of two average sized bedrooms. It had a stair case to the right that leads up to the second level you can see the little "crossing" between the two halls. (I'll explain later). To the right of the room is a large living room and connected to the back to it is a large room with a piano, a desk, and shelves of books in it. Behind the stair case is a door that leads to that second room. To the left of the room is a slightly large dinning room with an oval wooden table with six chairs. and connected to the back right side of it was the kitchen. You could get to the kitchen through the dining room and by the door at the end of the main room. The main floor has marble floors except the living room and library with wooden floors. The stairs were marble too with a red carpet going down them. The upstairs was hardwood with the same long, red "oriental" rug. When you got to the top of the stairs, there was a was the open space where you could see the lower level and two hallways. Each of the hallways had four rooms (two on each side of the hall) except the hall the the right had a bathroom. All the rooms are identical. It would be the size of a large bedroom with nothing but a large bed, a dresser and a bathroom connected to the left of the bedroom. The halls are usually dark. I'm not sure why. The only thing that decorated the hall was a long thing table with flowers under a some unidentified portrait of someone in the area that looks over the main floor. Why do I keep dreaming of this house? ____ 2 ____ I had a dream that I was the office aid for the school I was currently attending. They had given me a letter to deliver to a house. The next thing I remember is that I'm standing in front of the house and it was dark out. I didn't recognize the house at all. It looked like a newer two story house. Oh, by the way, everything (meaning the town, school, and people) are all recognizable to me except this house. I went inside and it was like all white with emerald green carpets. The living room was immediately to the left and it just had a couch and a coffee table that was covered in dishes, food, and wrappers. There was a TV attatched to the right wall across from the couch. Straight ahead was a hallway with about five rooms and a doorway at the end of it that lead to dark stairs. I walked down the dark hallway to the only open door, which was the last one on the left. There were two bunk beds side by side in this small room and it was completely empty except for one person. There was someone on the top bunk of the right bunk bed. I could only see their feet, an arm, and a part of their head that only revealed an eye. Suddenly, that dark eye opened and stared a death glare straight at me. I was suddenly struck with fear. I had never been in so much fear in my life. I couldn't move. I was only able to move when I heard voices outside and ditched the letter and left. When I told an internet friend this dream, they said that it was their house and I had saw a guy that lives there (that I had not yet met at the time). I thought that was really cool. But I recently found out (without their knowledge) that they were all fake and created by a pathetic little girl. So now I was wondering if there was some other meaning to it?  more

Resolved Question: Translation English to French..?

1. Sometimes we sit on a bench by the side of the lake. 2. An old countryman is sitting in front of the cafe. 3. I don't sit too near the fire. 4. Get up (2nd p. sing.), Charles, you are sitting on your father's hat! 5. Let us sit in these arm-chairs. 6. Sit on the chairs don't sit on the floor. 7. The ladies are sitting near the rocks. 8. Don't let us sit on the grass. 9. Ladies and gentlemen, will you pass into the dining room, please? 10. Do not give them to him, give them to me. 11. Do not offer it to me, offer it to them. 12. You are looking for some cups? There are some in the kitchen. Please don't give me websites like babelfish.com in french you cant translate it word for word.  more

Resolved Question: How's my Twilight fan fiction?

This is my first Twi-fi. I wanted to know what you guys thought of it. It is immediately post BD. CAUTION! CONTAINS BD SPOILERS!!! 1. BPOV "Are you feeling anymore relaxed now, love?" Edward asked, after our night spent watching a driftwood fire in Edward's comfortable - and almost warm - embrace, we sat in the front room of our homey little cottage. "Yes," I whispered as I stretched unnecessarily. "Nessie's awake." Edward said, I knew instantly that she was by the way the sound of her breathing accelerated. With inhuman speed I was off the sofa, out of my husband's arms, and into my daughter's room. She looked up at me with her big chocolate puddles for eyes, as I scooped her out of bed, along with her quilt. I put the quilt in between my cold, rock hard skin and her little sleep warm body, just as Edward once had had to do for me. She touched her little hand to my cheek, telling me that she wanted food. I nodded and walked back towards Edward, who was still on the sofa in the living room. When he saw her, he grinned, as he eased her into his arms. Once she was buried in his neck, he flashed me the crooked smile that still made my silent heart melt. "Good morning, Ness." he stated as he pulled open the door, letting me exit first. We walked through the woods, to the rocks and Edward jumped first, I followed with the exhilarating sensation that I never tired of. Alice - of course - threw the door open and grabbed Renesmèe from Edward. Good morning, Alice," Edward said with his mesmerizing voice, it reminded me faintly of warm butter sliding down hot pancakes. Ugh, bad analogy, the very thought of human food made me cringe. Rosalie walked in from the parlor with a grimace that said it all, Edward chuckled, when her heard her silent thoughts. Jacob walked briskly to Alice and held his hands out to Nessie. Alice pouted, but Nessie pushed away from her towards Jacob, giggling wildly. Alice got Renesmèe's food and convinced her out of Jacob's arms long enough to eat. She ate reluctantly, not liking being away from Jake. After finishing her breakfast she looked intently at me, her eyes beckoning me towards her. She pulled a hand away from Jacob's t-shirt collar and placed it up to my cheek, showing me that she was going to go play with Jake out in the yard. I nodded as Jacob handed her to me. Jake ran in to the other room and came flying back in the form of a tall russet-colored wolf. Nessie climbed onto his back. Edward closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, his free hand balled up beside his waist, the tendons popping out. "He won't hurt her, Edward." "We can never be sure of that Isabella." I grimaced, hearing my full name. "I know, but it's okay, she's a tough little girl," I responded, ruffling his bronze hair lovingly. I chewed the inside of my cheek, realizing, in the back of my mind that he was right. My daughter was never fully safe, she was loved, but never entirely safe. A clouding image of Emily's mangled face played with my sanity as it crawled into my mind. Four or so hours later I made Jake and Renesmèe dinner, steak and potatoes. I thought of my darkening memory of cooking this same dinner for Charlie shortly after arriving in Forks. Jake ate three servings of steak and the last two potatoes. I watched, shaking my head. "What?" he mumbled through a full mouth of potato, I cringed and laughed, Nessie merely rolled her eyes, swinging her little two-year-old sized legs over the chair. "Rosalie?" I asked, tapping on her and Emmett's door. "Yeah Bella, come in, I'm decent." I slipped into the door, Rosalie was sitting at the vanity sliding a brush through her beautiful, golden hair. "I'm going hunting with Alice and Edward's going with Emmett and Jazz. Jake needs to leave soon so can you keep Renesmèe entertained for 4 or 5 hours for us?" I asked leaning into the doorframe. Rose threw the brush down and jumped up, almost squealing. "That was very... Alice of you, Rosalie." I giggled, throwing a smirk over my shoulder at her. "Shut up, Bella." She growled, narrowing her topaz eyes. I had the urge to stick my tongue out at her but resisted. "Edward, Rosalie will watch Renesmèe for us." Edward was sitting at the dining table, drumming his fingers. I walked over to him, and sat on his lap facing him. I threw my left leg over the side of the chair, straddling it as I wrapped my arms around Edward's neck. "What is it Edward?" I asked biting at my lips. "Just, pondering." He sighed, leaning his head on my shoulder. "Are you okay?" kissing his cheek gently. "I am just. Well I am probably just thirsty." He said kissing my neck. "Are you sure that's all?" "I just never thought that I would be blessed with a daughter, much less that she would be loved by a dog." He sneered the word dog, I felt his throat move as he forced himself to swallow the venom. "I know," I swayed him as he pressed his lips into an invisible line. "Come on Bel- oh I see I'm interrupting someth Ok so Y!A cut off 2 thirds of my story. I'll e-mail the rest to you if you want. Kitty. P.S. I own none of the characters, they belong to Stephenie Meyer...even Edward... *sad face*  more

Voting Question: Tell me your d r e a m s ?

I have had countless dreams in my lifetime( which is only 15 years so far), and I remember many. If I tell you one of my dreams, will you tell me one of yours? It can be funny, scary, romantic, or whatever. I just want to read about the crazy things that can go on in a person's mind. I was on a beach- it was cold, with no wind. A man in black was racing through while carrying me in his his arms. I was staring at his face... which I do not necessarily remember. He was definitely something more than human. I felt like I loved him or something close to it. He came to a halt in front of a long dining table that was right on the soft sand. At the closer end of the table was an empty black chair. On the other end of the table was an identical black chair, but on this chair, a more-than-human man in white was sitting erect and glaring into the eyes of the man in black's. I felt like I loved the white-clad man, too. The man leaped from his chair and appeared in front of us, with his face unbelievably resentful not towards me, but the man in black. The man with black clothes carefully put me down in one of the black chairs, and faced the man in white. They both stared ferociously at each other for a short amount of time, until they sprung at each other with amazing force. They battled for such a long time, and I could not help but to admire them for their ability of endurance. I loved(?) both of them and felt the need to halt their hostility, but I only sat there and watched. What does this mean?  more

Resolved Question: What's the rule for putting a table runner on your dining room table?

I don't know how long my table is, but it has two leaves in it and six chairs (four side and two arm chairs). I bought a runner yesterday and I don't think it's long enough. Is it supposed to actually hang off the table? Will it look goofy if I just spread it out on top of the table? The one I have doesn't reach the table. There's about a half foot left between the runner and the end of the table on each end. I have tried to find an extended runner but I can't find one. I have looked online and can't seem to find anything either. Help! It is rectangular.  more

Resolved Question: My husband wants to buy another expensive tv that we don't need... what do I do?

We need another tv, since we often want to watch different things at the same time. There are 4 shows that I watch every week, any other shows I won't complain if I miss, and my husband whines if he has to miss one hockey or football game. He has to watch them all, and, needless to say, sometimes they overlap. So we want to get another tv, but I told him I'm fine with getting a small one in the bedroom, and he went to the store last night to see if he could be approved for credit to get one. I told him I didn't want to put anything else on credit, I want to first pay off what we owe right now. He went anyway "just to look" and he phoned me to say he found one for $1800 that we could have interest free for 2 years if he was approved. I told him no again. He said it would only be like $30 a month and I reminded him that in the end we're still paying $1800 on a tv, when we don't need to. He can watch on the nice big widescreen we already have, but I'm fine with a small one. Also, I've tried telling him there are other things I want to get first, before we spend that much money on more electronics. Like new living room furnishings and dining room furnishings that we desperately need. Right now all we have in our living room is one couch with a big gash in one of the arms, and our 2-year-old son keeps pulling the stuffing out. It's not even enough to seat ourselves AND our guests if we have anyone over (not to mention it's embarrassing) and we have no coffee tables or anything. And our dining room table is in bad shape and same with the chairs - they are all scuffed and so dirty they will never be clean again, and the padding on the chairs is severely torn in some places. I also find that embarrassing when we have dinner guests. The same thing happened last time, he went and bought our current tv for $2200 without a word of it to me - he just walked in the front door with it. Needless to say, I was livid. All we had in our bedroom was two single mattresses on the floor, pushed together, and he thinks our first priority is to buy an expensive tv. Which we ended up desperately trying to pay off before the interest started, at the same time as we were desperately trying to come up with the money to pay for our wedding. I insisted on at least getting a decent bed, which we did, but I went for the good deal, not something extravigant like he did. Anyway, now we're fighting again, and he's telling me I'm acting like his mom (to which I told him "maybe it just seems that way because you're acting like a child"). We've been trying for another baby, and I don't think spending $1800 on a tv is a wise choice right now, especially since our hours at work are both getting cut for the winter. Sorry this is so long, but how do I make him see how irresponsible he's being, in such a way that he will listen? This just seems like common sense to me, and he claims he will cut back one bottle of rum (he always drinks it when he's watching sports) per month to pay for the tv. I already know he won't, because we've tried that before. He doesn't keep track of what he drinks, so how would he cut back? Any suggestions on how to deal with this? Irreversible: I do appreciate your concerns, though I don't think 4 tv shows per week are too much, especially since I watch them after I have put my son to bed and spent time with him. He is always my first priority As for my husband's drinking habit, I agree that he has a problem, but he has also cut back a LOT from what he used to drink, so I try not to hound him too much when he's been making progress. He used to go out to the bar at least a couple of times a week, and now he only goes once every 3 or 4 months or so. Now, he usually only drinks when he's watching sports (and rarely enough to actually get drunk), and I won't deny him that pleasure, unless I have to leave him alone to take care of our son at the same time.  more

Resolved Question: My cat is acting differently...?

My Male 18 month old cat AJ, recently (within the last 2 months) has started hissing at his brother Milo. AJ will hiss even when they aren't too close, and from the sofa if Milo is on the opposite side of the room, sometimes when eating, but not when I call them into the kitchen for food - AJ even let Milo sniff his face without growling. AJ also growls like a dog at Milo (he used to do this when people walked past the front door months ago). AJ used to go out quite a bit but had recently taken to staying in and sleeping during the day and Milo will go out. He also sat next to me on Milo's sofa (when Milo was out) - something he's never done. Last night AJ got off his sofa, walked tot he opposite side of the room and just looked around the room, then got on the arm of his sofa and did the same - almost like humans do when they move house and take one last look around their old place. This morning AJ sat under one of the dining chairs whilst Milo ate (normally AJ's first in there to eat) and he also sat on my bed this morning watching me get ready (after Milo went out) which is normally what Milo does. I thought it might be a jealousy thing but I've always been really careful not to pay one more attention that the other. Aj didn't used to mind me picking him up, but has whinged the last three times I've picked him up over the last few days. Milo's behaviour hasn't really changed but he's a little more nervous around AJ now. I've tried to give as much info as possible here, so apologies for the essay!! Does anyone have any ideas? Your help is much appreciated. Sorry, forgot to mention that they are both neutered an do spend time apart - one in/one out - by their own choice so they aren't always together. Thanks so much all of you for the advice so far... some really good stuff here...  more

Resolved Question: Help decorating my new rectangular living room - Want it to be comfy?

I just rented a house and took measurements of the living room which is shaped a bit funky. I could really use some help with decorating it - I want it to feel comfortable more than anything. Here is the shape of the room (try to picture it - draw it if necessary). The entire room is 23 x 12 feet. The room is sectioned off a bit like this - if you walk in the front door and look at the left corner of the room I'll describe from left to right: (left) 2ft 10in wall / archway to dining 6ft / 14ft wall no windows (right corner of room). This adds up to the 23ft. The wall opposite (parallel) this wall is: Now you're standing at the dining room entrance looking at wall with the front door: (right corner) 4ft 2in wall / front door regular size (3.5ft?) /15 ft 2in wall with panel windows (left corner). If you're back at the front door and look to the right wall it looks like this: 12ft but sectioned - 3.5ft panel window / 5ft fireplace / 3.5ft panel window. The wall opposite (looking to left from front door) is also 12ft total sectioned this way: 3.5ft panel window / 5ft wall / 3.5 panel window. I have an armoire from Ikea that I will to use to hide the TV. It's a little over 4ft tall and 3.7ftwide (25ft deep). The couches I have are pretty standard - a 3 seater and a 2 seater. The dining table will be in the seperate dining room so no need to fit that into the living room. I feel like everything is so spread out and there's no real way to make it cozy but if you have any ideas please let me know! If you'd like me to send you a sketch of the measurements I took so you can picture it better please let me know! I know that I'll need to buy some extra pieces of furniture (coffee table, arm chair and such). I would like to stay at a reasonable budget though so please keep that in mind with your suggestions! Thanks! gladmachain@yahoo.com If you could give specifics that would be great. As far as location of the furniture and stuff. And maybe what I could fit in the extra space by the door (opposite the fireplace wall). It's just my fiance and I living there and we'll probably spend a lot of time in there watching TV or just hanging out. When we entertain we'll have no more than 10 people if that. I think I want a straight shot from the front door across the room into the dining room.  more

Resolved Question: Have you heard of Premature Ovarian Failure?

As I begin my story, I have currently in the middle of a hot flash. Pulling up my hair and madly fanning my neck. I have learned that applying coolness to the neck is the fasted way to cool down. RELIEF!!! Now I can begin my story... My name is Amy and I am 33 years old. On October 14, 2008, my life changed before my eyes: I was told I was in early menopause. It all started a couple of weeks early. I was having hot flashes and dizzy spells- as well as some other "girlie" issues that you can probably guess. I was used to the hot flashes 2 years ago when I was on clomid. But they had stopped once I stopped the medication. So when they reappeared, I was a bit miffed. So I made an appointment for my annual "girlie" exam. When I told my doctor about my recent symptoms- he raised an eyebrow (literally- it was kind of freaky!). He said he wanted to run a blood test, not to worry it was only a slim chance. "Slim chance for what?" I asked. "Premature Ovarian Failure". Well sir. I'd never heard of such a thing. He said my results maybe in Friday, but possibly Monday. So, I race home to my beloved Internet and do a search. My mouth dropped. The symptoms of this condition mirrored what I was going through. But my doctor said "SLIM CHANCE!- It might just be high blood pressure". On my hands and knees I begin to pray like crazy for high blood pressure. WHO prays for high blood pressure? A girl who is NOT ready for "the change!" Friday came and went without a call. That means a whole weekend of wild wonder. Monday finally roles around and again no phone call. Okay- now I'm getting miffed again. WHY is this taking so long? Tuesday morning- I make the call. The doctor is in surgery and will call me this afternoon. Less than 2 minutes later- he is calling. Do doctors call from surgery if another patient is anxious enough?!?! Apparently not. He had just walked in and call me first thing. "The news isn't good. Your FHS is at 66.9. Your ovaries have completely shut down. You are in menopause." Silence... If I was in the right state of mind- I might have heard the crickets chirping. Without realizing what I was saying, I said "So my chances of having a kid?". My doctors was very sincere in saying that the window just closed. He mentions something about hormones and my pharmacy. A hot flash is coming on... We hang up. I sit at my desk for a moment then send out an email to my team about the conversation that just took place. My boss emailed if I was okay- I relied simply, with only one word: "NO". One of my coworkers was there in an instant and just held me as I whaled. Then my boss sent me home.... Telling my hubby. He knew something was up when the door opened. I walked in and fell into his arms. I apologized for not being able to give him kids. He apologized for not giving me kids sooner. We both said the other didn't need to apologize. We then look at the dog (Maple) and say "Well, you're the kid!" I talked to my Dad for a while, as my Mom was out. I talked to Mom later and then took Maple to the dog park. I will never forget that afternoon as long as I live. It was a gorgeous afternoon and Maple was as happy as... well as happy as a dog free to run around with other dogs! I sat in a chair and took it all in. It was very surreal- almost poetic. Words cannot really describe my calmness that afternoon. I was to learned later that ALOT of people where praying for me during those moments... (Thanks to all!) When I got home, my hubby was just getting home as well. We talked for a little bit, then Mom called. She and Dad wanted to take us out to dinner. We dined at the Cracker Barrel then had dessert at DQ. It was really nice. My parents couldn't have children. Both my brother and I were adopted. They knew our agony... they knew our pain. The hormones. Before dinner we ran by the pharmacy and got my HRT (hormone replacement therapy). It looks alot like bc pills in the little circular container. So I dialed up my day and dispensed my first pill. Last night I took my second pill. No marked changes in the first 36 hours. These past few days have been heart wrenching. A friend emailed me and told me how "brave" I was to share my story so openly. I didn't think of myself as brave. I felt rather like a beat up wimp. I'm normally very optimistic and happy- so a marked change in me is very noticeable. I told me story as it was unfolding so that people would know and I wouldn't have to tell it 50 million times. So, here is my story in it's entirety. Any advice for me?  more

Resolved Question: Math Question??????>?

ANDRE SELLS FURNITURE. TWO DIFFERENT CHAIRS GO WITH A DINING SET ONE HAS ARMS ONE DOESNT ONE ARMCHAIR WITH ARMS AND ONE THAT DOESNT SELL TOGETHER FOR $184. ONE DAY HE SOLD 5 ARMCHAIRS AND 17 CHAIRS WITHOUT ARMS FOR A TOTAL OF $1868 HOW MUCH DOES EACH CHAIR SELL FOR?  more

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