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Pls read poem - "Tomboy"?

2010-03-17T03:55:00.000-07:00

Little faery dancer

Skipping down the hill,

Carefree little vagabond,

You are never still.

Sneakers I have bought you

So you may be shod

Yet everywhere I find a trace

Of where bare feet have trod.

Dresses I have given you

In bright and cleanly hue

But since you learned to climb a tree

You've ruined quite a few.

You leave your dollies on the shelf

And scorn your dainty things

To chase an insect crawling by

Or one that flies on wings.

Lovingly I wash your face -

Admire your tender skin,

But when you come inside from play

I hate to let you in!

Two grubby hands that pat my face

A berry-stained mouth to kiss

Two wiry arms around my neck -

I'd trade the world for this.

Pls read poem - "Tomboy"?
Disclaimer: I 'know' almost nothing about poetry.

I smiled all the way through this, remembering a granddaughter.

Thank you.
Reply:good job.

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What is the strangest thing you have done in your sleep?

2010-03-17T03:53:00.000-07:00

When I was about 13, I was sleeping over at my friends house.

Her bedroom was in the basement so her dad (a policeman) had screwed on the screens. Somehow, I climbed out the window and woke up at about 3 AM standing in their garden, shivering.

I honestly didn't know how I had arrived there. I was in my very short nightie and barefeet, there was frost on the grass I remember. I wandered around trying to figure out how I got there.

When walked around the house I noticed her screen leaning against the outer wall. So I realised what I had done. I climbed back in and went to bed. She shared a bedroom with her little sister, who was sleeping over at someones house, so I was sleeping in her bed. The next morning, I woke up wearing one of her little sister's sweatshirts!! I could hardly get it off - don't know how I even got it on without some grease and a shoe horn!!

What weird things have you done?

What is the strangest thing you have done in your sleep?
As a child I talked in my sleep. This wouldn't be so strange except that for some reason I would recite my mother's favourite recipes continually until she would come and gently wake me.

Then a few months ago I put the garbage bin out in my sleep. Unfortunately, it wasn't garbage night. I also didn't leave it roadside, but instead delivered it to my neighbour's door. I returned home to bed and had no idea what I had done until my neighbour brought my bin home. He said he had watched me do it from his bedroom window, but hadn't wanted to disturb me. A little embarrassing, but at least I had worn pajamas that night!!
Reply:When I was in elementary school I use to sleep walk all the time.

One night I got out of bed and went into the kitchen where my parents were playing cards. I said, "Hi Mom! Hi Dad", walked around the table 3 times and went back to bed.

Have you ever dreamed you broke your leg and could actually feel the pain to wake up and discover you really have a pain there?
Reply:i pee...

sorry i dreamt about u
Reply:I dreamed I was overtaken by an ancient ghost and I woke up paralyzed and scared out of my wits
Reply:...I woke up throwing a tantrum
Reply:it was winter.me and my friend that night watched the ring.after the film we tryed to sleep but with a great fear.i heard something and i woke up.i saw the tv in black.than i heard a ring.when i went to respond i saw a person that was standing in white at my room.i was terrified.she was my friend with a dress like samara's dress.i saw her in two visions,sleeping and staying infront of me.at that moment i woke up.i was dreaming something really weird.i tryed to forget that dream and we went out with my friend.at afternoon i saw two stairs.............

the 7 days passed and nothing happened.

i realised that date wasn't my lucky one.
Reply:I once farted so loudly that I woke myself up.
Reply:I was staying in a hotel once and went sleepwalking. I was completely naked and went down the corridor and knocked on someone's door. I woke up just as they answered the door - I wanted to die !
Reply:Woke up in the bathtub-no water-fully clothed. Have no idea how I got there
Reply:I dreamed I ate a ten pound marshmellow, and when I awoke I found my pillow gone
Reply:You were sleepwalking. I also was a sleepwalker as a kid. One night I went into my parents' room. My mom woke up and saw me standing by her dresser. She asked me what time it was (not knowing I was still asleep). I took an antique clock off the dresser and walked over to her bed where I put the clock on the pillow next to her head. Then I turned around and went back to my own bed.

Sleepwalkers don't usually know that they walked during the night. When this happens it's called "sleep amnesia". Usually they'll get pretty defensive and even angry if you tell them about it. It's better not to mention it because sometimes they feel guilt, embarrassment or humiliation at doing something everyone else knew about, but they didn't.
Reply:Woke up taking a leak in the corner of a relative's home.
Reply:You might have had ufo alien abductions. All that stuff you mentioned is just so out there.
Reply:dont think ive done anythng especially weird cept punched my brother and t was a brck wall....but my best friend one flapped he arms around like punching somone and yelled i'm gunna kill you over and over agian she dusnt remember wat she was dreamin about
Reply:I walked in my sleep when I was a wee one.

My dad said he heard me trying to unlock the front door on a few occasions and he had to guide me back to bed.
Reply:sometimes I ejaculate in my sleep, well not sometimes most of the time
Reply:Wow, if you're being serious, that is extremely weird, lol... As for me, I can't say much ever happened to me in my sleep, except that I fell off of a double bed twice as a kid in my sleep, which is really not all that weird, but still makes me wonder how I managed that considering all the space I had.

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Name of a show (around 1980s)where this guy with a beard would climb out of a log at the beggining of the show

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All I can remember is that the guy on the show had a beard. I also think he was on a episode of "Sharon, Lois %26amp; Bram's Elephant Show" I remember one episode where he talked about shoes and "Sneakers"

Name of a show (around 1980s)where this guy with a beard would climb out of a log at the beggining of the show
Fred Penners Place he was a nature buff.
Reply:The show was called Fred Penner's Place
Reply:grizzly adams w/ dan haggerty

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What do u think of my story? its unfinished though...?

2010-03-17T03:51:00.000-07:00

Hi, my name is Indiana Opal Wingette III. I was born on June 15th, 1993. I live in a small little town in Louisiana. That town’s name is New Orleans. A little over a year ago, as you already may know, Hurricane Katrina came soaring through our city and destroyed pretty much everything. She also killed my family. Every single person I ever met in my family. I am the only Wingette member alive in America. Now I want to tell you my story.

I grew up in a poor family. My mother, Julliette, my aunt, Marre, my uncle, George, my grandfather, Karr, my two older sisters, Ana and Rita, all lived together in a tiny house in the middle of New Orleans. My father passed away before I was born. My other aunt, Saiah, and my other uncle, Tamicco, along with my four cousins, Joanne, Olivya, Marcus, and Miina live right next to us. We see them all the time. I only have a few friends here. I am home schooled, and I am not very social and I don’t get out much. All of my friends are people I met just around the neighborhood. My best friend is Jill. I’ve know her since I was three years old. We have a lot of fun together. She is also home schooled, so she doesn’t have many friends either. My other friend is Isaiah. He is very nice and caring, but I don’t see him much. His father is very rich and he goes on business trips a lot with Isaiah. That’s just about it. I do not know many people here. But I am about to meet a new friend. All of New Orleans is about to meet a new friend. Her name is Katrina.

As I mentioned before, we are a poor family with little belongings. My mother works as a home-cleaner in the neighborhood. She gets phone calls and schedules appointments with local residents and cleans their homes. She gets paid very little. My uncle George works at a shoe factory. He puts the plastic ends of shoe laces on. He too does not get paid much. My older sister Ana is a cashier at a local juice stop. Once again, she gets paid very little too. We own one car, a small, old-model Volkswagen Beetle. It used to belong to my father. Now Rita drives it to college. She is very smart. She has a 3.86 G.P.A. Ana takes the bus to get around. Mother walks to the homes she needs to clean. Uncle George also takes the bus to get to work. The only electrical or electronic device in our home is a telephone. It is very old and it is falling apart. We do not have a T.V., a radio, or a computer, so we aren’t always aware of the latest news.

It was a cool, breezy Saturday afternoon and Isaiah was home. So was I. I was restless and bored, so I walked over to Isaiah’s house. I knocked on the door, and Isaiah opened it up.

“Hi Isaiah, want to go play at the park? The weather’s great!” I asked him.

“Go to the park!? Are you crazy! Katrina is coming! Haven’t you heard? My whole family is packing up right now and we’re almost ready to evacuate!

“Katrina? Who’s Katrina? Why do you have to evacuate? What’s going on?” I said.

“You haven’t heard! Katrina, Hurricane Katrina! She’s on her way! She’s supposed to be a level 5 hurricane! You better let you’re folks know and start evacuating! Let Jill know too!” Isaiah said.

“Oh thank you! Thanks so much for letting me know! I’ll tell Jill!” I said, very worried.

I rushed to Jill’s house to tell her, but no one was home. I ran back home and told everyone at home. They called aunt Saiah’s house and told them. We all started to pack right away. Rita was at college with the car, so we took the bus to get us to the college. As soon as we got there, we spent quite a while looking for Rita. We had no idea where she was. We finally found her, and we headed straight to the car. Aunt Saiah and her crew were following us in there car. We began going north, but before we even made it onto the highway, the blue sky turned gray and wind blew as powerful as it has ever been before. We all new it. Katrina was here. Rita drove as fast as she could away from the hurricane. I looked back for aunt Saiah and everyone who was with her. But she wasn’t there. Not her car, not her, and no one else who was with her. There was no sign of her at all. We have no clue where they were or where they went. It was devastating to watch the roofs get blown of house and to watch people drown in the water that Katrina brought. I guess our new friend Katrina wasn’t so nice after all. The wind blew faster and harder and water grew higher and spread quicker. I blinked for a split second. The moment I opened my eyes, I was underneath Katrina’s ocean of water. I tried to help everyone get out of the car and swim upward, but I was too late. Other cars falling from nowhere had squished my entire family except for me and Ana. They were dead. Ana and I were scared to death and we didn’t know what to do. We swam up to the surface but the water kept piling up so we had to keep swimming upward. We finally found a tall hill that wasn’t surrounded by water. We quickly climbed to the top and began looking for aunt Saiah and every other member in our family who wasn’t dead. We had to be fast because the water was coming up fast. Ana looked down, and water covered her ankles. Unfortunately for her, she was on the lower part of the hill, so water covered her quicker than it covered me. I tried to help her, but she drowned in the water before I even got to her. She fell down into Katrina’s ocean, and died. It was only me.

The winds slightly slowed down, but it didn’t make much of a difference. I dove into the water and began to swim. I was determined to find aunt Saiah and the rest of my family. They had a bright orange car, so it was easy to spot. I looked around for about forty-five minutes in the intense storm. I didn’t find them, but I found Jill. I was so thankful to see her. I spotted another tall hill not completely covered with water yet, so Jill and I went there.

“Where were you when the storm came? I tried knocking on your door to warn you.” I asked her.

“My mother and I were out grocery shopping. We were in the store when the storm hit.”

“Where is she now?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I lost her ---.”

Jill was cut off by somebody. By Katrina.

What do u think of my story? its unfinished though...?
i'm so srry! i'm crying right now. this is a beautiful story! i hope u really get it published, this is terrific. it makes people really understand wat happened in katrina, u made me understand much better. i am going to pray for u and ur deceased friends and family every night! i hope u have a succesful life
Reply:Very interesting story. Very interesting style of writing. It's not clear to me whether or not it's true %26amp; I guess that's a compliment to your ability to put concepts into words.

If it IS true, I'm very very sorry. There are no words to express the sadness I have for what happened to all those who were crushed by Katrina.

May G-d bless you and all who suffered there.
Reply:I was def in Katrina, and as an evacuee, I know exactly what that's about. Work on the informal language a bit. But overall, good concept.

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A beautiful boy?

2010-03-17T03:46:00.000-07:00

The boy that used to make her smile,

Now makes her cry, and cry for a while.

She'd loved him before she'd even known his name.

And once she got to know him, her heart went insane!

The first day of school, some faces were new.

She didn't notice his until weeks passed, a few,

But after she saw the beauty in his eyes,

She'd never known they could make her cry.

That love she felt was not to be explained,

For, even she, couldn't give it a name.

She wondered if he could feel it too.

The way they were, the way they knew.

Unfortunately, this was not true.

This one way love was all she knew.

He didn't like her nearly as much,

And for this reason, she feared his touch…

She cried all day, yet found the hope,

To try and climb the "broken heart" rope.

Just as she was nearing the top,

Her shoe slipped, and she fell of.

She cried again, just wondering why,

Such a beautiful boy, with beautiful eyes,

Could make such a pretty girl cry...

2006©Kate Steinberg

A beautiful boy?
your father
Reply:We all go thru it honey; there will be plenty more fish in the sea. When the guy loves you back just as intensely, THEN you will know what love and joy are. Have patience and faith...

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How high in the rankings will Notre Dame climb before their reality checks agains USC and in their bowl game?

2010-03-14T20:07:00.002-07:00

Once again because they started the season as the most over rated team in america. . .Notre Dame is poised to make a run into the top 5. They are lucky to have only one loss but really should have two. They have beaten nobody in the top 25 and had their butts handed to them by Michigan (Hail to the Victors). Now. . . for the next several weeks their schudule looks like that of St. Mary's School for wayward boys! I believe they play Who R U, Whatsa Matter U, Cupcake U, and Dubba U! I'm sure they will beat all these sacrificial lambs and rise undeservedly in the rankings once again! Eventually they will go to USC and be lambasted and then get hammered in a bowl game. The question is. . . how high will they rise before they play some real teams again. . . . They already rose to #2 without doing anything but lace up their shoes!!! If the rankings didn't come out until octover 1st. . . . would anybody really even rank them in the top 30?

How high in the rankings will Notre Dame climb before their reality checks agains USC and in their bowl game?
My guess if they win out from here until the USC game they will be ranked in the Top 6.
Reply:Obviously you havent been paying attention to college football. Notre Dame has played some really good football. They only have and only should have one loss. That loss is to a really good Michigan team who is probably going to go undefeated until they reach the OSU game. The near loss to Michigan St. showed what type of team they are not how vulnerable they are. And lets see who Michigan has played or is going to play this year: Vandy, C. Mich., Minn., N'westrn, Ball St., and Indiana. Wow! Better bring their A game for those teams. And about being lambasted at USC? USC is one of those overranked teams that everybody is talking about. IF and thats a big if they make it through their schedule undefeated (doubtful) Notre Dame will have no problem getting revenge from last year. They almost lost to Washington St. give me a break. And they didnt come from 16 points down in the 4th Q so I didnt look spectacular by any means. Should Notre Dame be ranked in the top 3 by the end of the year, well maybe maybe not but definately in the top 5.
Reply:First of all, they have beaten a Top 25 team- Georgia Tech is ranked #24 on the AP poll and will likely be ranked higher since they beat Virginia Tech. Second, USC barely squeaked out a win over Washington St.! Notre Dame will beat them! And third, Notre Dame is still #1 in my book. I want to play Ohio St. badly, because I know the Irish can take them!
Reply:MSU handed them a win on a silver platter, so people should remember it, but won't, since it's Notre Dame.

They'll be about 7 or so when they head to USC to get demolished (Jarrett will be back by then and Notre Dame's secondary is still a sieve).

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What horror film has a tiny green monster with swords for teeth?

2010-03-14T20:07:00.001-07:00

The film I'm looking for I watched in the 80's as a child. What I can remember is that a little green monster with swords for teeth jams a shoe under the door so the parents can't get in, and climbs up a little girl's bed only to be slapped onto a record turntable by a stray cat, and flung into a fan and killed. The father finally enters and finds a tiny little sword in the carpet. I imagine that was the end of the movie, but I can't remember any of the rest. Thanks!

What horror film has a tiny green monster with swords for teeth?
It's a segment called "The General" from the movie Cat's Eye.

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Suppose you climb a flight of stairs to an elevation of 4 meters. How much work did you do?

2010-03-14T20:07:00.000-07:00

A. No Work (0 Joules)

B. It depends on how much you weigh

C. It depends on how wide the stairs are

D. It depends on whether you are wearing your favorite shoes

Suppose you climb a flight of stairs to an elevation of 4 meters. How much work did you do?
B

The more you weigh, the higher your potential energy will be at the top of the stairs. Work is simply the difference between your starting and ending energy.
Reply:b

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Can i let my hammy run around my room?

2010-03-14T20:06:00.002-07:00

i feel bad for my hamster,he has to spend all his time in a cage with nothing to do and i really want to let him out to play in my room.he has also let himself out a few times(climbed over the tank) and i found him once in my shoe and once in my cowboy hat sleeping.is it safe to let him out in my room? will he get stuck under my bed?

Can i let my hammy run around my room?
I would not let him run around the room. Unless you watch him carefully. And I mean, CAREFULLY! Cause he can scamper away, and squeeze himself in the air vents, and, you will never see him again.

For a good alternative, you can buy him a new little home.

Try PetCo. Fore some new homes. Some of them are really cheap, but give your hamster a lot to do. Different tunnels to walk around in, and a wheel too!

http://www.petco.com/Shop/petco_ProductL...

Me personally, I do not like those cages, but some people swear by them. Hamsters, are natural tunnlers, and those cages half the time, are not deep enough for them to tunnel in.

I have a Fancy Dwarf hamster myself, and I keep him, (Name is Tips) in a 5 or 10 gallon (can't remember which) Fish Tank. And in there, I have his wheel, I bought the silent one, it makes, NO NOISE! http://www.petco.com/Shop/Product.aspx?R...

Called the silent spinner. I have the small for my Dwarf Hamster, perfect fit.

And along with that, I have random wooden things inside. Little homes, and different shaped things for him to make tunnels to each opening to every one. I have one plastic T.V. he can peek in and out of.

http://www.petco.com/Shop/petco_Product_...

(But make sure the plastic is safe for animals to eat, cause hamsters chew on everything. Most suprisingly are not)

But if you want him to run around the room, if you have hardwood anywhere around your house, or a flat durface, buy an exercise ball. Or what I have for my hamster,

A CAR!

(well they do not have the car, so for a boy, a MOTORCYCLE!)

http://www.petco.com/Shop/petco_Product_...

But really, everything on this website, is in the store clostest to you. I would hate for your hamster to run around, get caught into something, chew on some wires, or get lost down the air vent. I will -never- let my hamster walk around my room without him being in his ball or car.

http://www.petco.com/petco_Page_PC_small...

IS the site, check it out!
Reply:Haha. Make Something so he cant run away. So your hammy cant run away and wont get lost. Get like a BIGG Box for your hammy to stay in. :]
Reply:Yes, go ahead and let the poor creature out. You have my permission.
Reply:I have guinea pigs and i let them run around my room so i would but just watch him.
Reply:Try going to a pet store and ask if they have a hamster ball. They are a small animal what if you let it loose and someone comes into your room and doesn't know it? It's better off in the cage with a screen or top on it considering that it sleeps during the day up at night. The ball is the safest thing and it will get the exercise it needs!
Reply:if you mean your ham wallet
Reply:YES U COULD LET HIM RUN AROUND BUT BE CAREFUL BECAUSE HE MIGHT DO IT WITH ALL THE MICE IN YOUR HOUSE THEN YOULL HAVE THOUSANDS OF HAMSTER MICE RUNNING AROUND

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Is anyone watching Bindi on Channel 9?

2010-03-14T20:06:00.001-07:00

"YES CROCS! they're very pretty.."

"the sole of the shoe is made out of recycables"

"You can jump crocs, climb trees in my clothes-THEY'RE PERFECT!"

lol lol lol lol

Is anyone watching Bindi on Channel 9?
what im on tv

nobody told me i just watched the simpsons on fox 8
Reply:no
Reply:Bindi knows best.....she is great, great little role model!
Reply:nopee
Reply:Was that on ellen? I think i saw it the other day

She talks a bit strangly, doesnt she lol
Reply:lol, no...i might in a minute though..i feel sorry for the kid, she seems to young to be on tv.

ohh well..

GO CROCS :p

x
Reply:Hi,

Nope

Cheers
Reply:LOL

No, I've never actually seen it, coz it's an aussie program
Reply:No, sorry.
Reply:Nope :)

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WARNING: funny rude joke lol tell me what you think?

2010-03-14T20:06:00.000-07:00

a guy has a new car and decides to take his girlfriend out in it they are going along and the girl says go faster so the boy says ill go 50mph if you go topless so she takes off her top and he does 50mph then he says if you go naked ill go 100mph so she does and he does. then she says faster and he says give me a b**w j*b and i will go 200 mph so she gives him a b**w j*b and he goes 200mph just then the car skids out of control and crashes the girl climbs out but all she can get is her boyfriends shoe so she picks it up and puts it over her privates and goes to the first house she knocks on the farmers door and says "can you help me my husbands stuck" the farmer looks at the girl and says "sorry i think hes to far in for me to help" please let me know you opinion

WARNING: funny rude joke lol tell me what you think?
FUNNY!!!!!! Definately one for passing on!
Reply:funny
Reply:lol... the farmer's imagination is just too much!
Reply:i lov this joke
Reply:funny
Reply:Good one
Reply:in my opinion its excellent! its so great that you get a star !

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Have you ever stepped outside yourself and did something that you'd normally never do?

2010-03-14T20:05:00.003-07:00

Someone stole the stereo out of my SUV.

I know...sad!

I climbed onto the back windshield, and in white shoe polish, I wrote:

If I ever find the B_stard who stole my stereo, I'll hang you by your sack!

Love driving around all afternoon like that.

What 'out of the norm' thing have you ever done?

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Have you ever stepped outside yourself and did something that you'd normally never do?
Quella Bella....

LOL.... the first time the Lord told me it was ok to say "no" when people asked me to do something! People just expected that I would always say "yes" whenever someone needed help or felt someone else needed help.

Of course, I was the one whom started that belief in the first place, lol, so, since I was always trustworthy, when I stepped out and said "no", I had people looking at me and comming to ask "why" the rest of the day, lol.

It was refreshing!

I didn't STOP helping people, but, I didn't feel I had to help EVERYBODY...

Sometimes, our answer, like God's, can simply be "no", and not be the wrong answer.

Peace be with you all :)
Reply:Raked my yard.
Reply:God is!
Reply:All I am doing nowadays is out of the norm.

I have fallen in love with my computer, I sleep with my monitor screen lol.
Reply:Yes, but my bones got cold so I went back inside.
Reply:I spent most of my life doing things I'd never done before, and things I'd normally never do. For better or worse. What fun! After all life is an adventure and adventures by definition are prone to discomfort and discovery. But I drew the line at mountain climbing, parachuting, and swimming with sharks. We all have our limitations.
Reply:QB.. very feisty! gggrrrowwl. ... no wait.. sorry I do that all the time.. hang on... here goes.... this is difficult... hang on .... let me think...

*Turn the other cheek* ... doh... there are innuendos there too...

*shakes his head* bbbllllllurblleneblel

*I am not your b_stard*.

So There. Completely out of character.
Reply:I moved 3000 miles away from where I used to live.

I got promoted.

I have overcome illness.

I with Gods divine help am making the most and best in life that has been given to me see Jeremiah 6:16
Reply:i was drawn to give a person whose husband died flowers and say god loves you on a note and leave without talking to them.it felt out of my control like an invisible force made me do it
Reply:I almost had a fistfight with a mother at my daughter's basketball game! Her 5 year old son kept shooting at the hoop over my 2 month old son and I had to repeatedly ask the kid to stop. He ran and told his mommy that I stopped him from playing and she was in my face. I totally lost it in front of my kids and a gym full of (then)4th graders and their parents.
Reply:Today I walked past a mirror and didn't look at it.

It's been a rough day. ;)
Reply:Sometimes I lose my temper and threaten people, but it only happens about once every few years.
Reply:I have, but I won't say what it is on here...But, it usually ends up with me getting hurt...
Reply:I had my car stereo stolen about a year ago.

I shouted at the neighbors house that if I ever found out who did it I'd take it out of his hide. (I assumed then and still do that it was the neighbor's boy but have no proof)

What kills me is that it was a cheap *ss stereo, nothing special. The window he broke cost more than the darn thing!!!

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How should I dress?

2010-03-14T20:05:00.002-07:00

Well my church (Sunday school 4 other or 5 kids other) is going to

a park, which we will be playing putt putt and play in the park.We will get dirty, but I'm not sure what to wear, that will be church appropriate, yet will be easy to move in.It's supposed to be 83 degrees that day though, and sunshiney (bright and sunny) so I'm just not sure what to wear.I need to wear something for pockets for a cell phone, and I'm thinking of wearing capris or jeans, with a tank top.Would a skull with guitars crossed be ok with jeans?As its on a Saturday?And should I wear any makeup?Or jewelry?And what type of shoes should I wear?I'm thinking of wearing flip flops that I can take off and my feet wont be stinky.Plus I can climb on bars more easily.Answer by Friday please!!!

How should I dress?
Capri's, tank top and sandals should be ok. You might want to skip the skull and guitars shirt though, and choose a different design. If it is 83 degrees it will be too hot for makeup, just use lip gloss and mascara. A small necklace should be just enough jewelry.
Reply:Just wear capris and a shirt. No makeup, because if you're going to be outside, you're going to sweat it off and have makeup smeared on your face. Not attractive. If you're going to get dirty just wear something casual and don't sweat it too much. (And I would say no to jewelery as well)
Reply:Jeans and a tanktop,and barefoot.
Reply:Capri's or jeans (jeans might get a bit warm during the day to wear) would be OK. I'd wear the tank top under a tee shirt, and once the weather got a bit warmer you'd be able to remove the tee shirt and wear the tank top. OR, wear the tank top with a shirt over it and tie the shirt tails in a knot in front. Once you get warm, the top shirt could be easily removed.

The skull with guitars shirt is inapporaiate, wear what I suggested above.

Make-up, some but not too much. Jeweley, no as it could get broken during the day's activities, a wrist watch is ok. If you have pierced ears, wear post earrings as the dangling ones could cause you to tear your ear lobes.

Sneakers with ankle socks would be the best as you'll be running around/climbing on the bars etc. Flip flops if your feet get to hot, but I wouldn't be wearing them while at "play" as you could injure yourself. Sneakers would be the best.

Put some baby powder (or any type of talcum powder) in your sneakers to absorb and "cut down" on your feet smell.

Feet smelling is a natural body function of sweating. Take a small hand towel to wipe your face off if you get sweaty and hot.

If you have long hair, wear in a pont tail, and wear a hat to avoid those "bad" sun UV rays. Wear Sun block.

koffice

Sherman, set the "Wayback Machine to 1979."...?

2010-03-14T20:05:00.001-07:00

*****

Philappina

by TD Euwaite

Payme was her real name.

Alongapo was not her real home.

We took the flying bus

to the foot of Pinatubo,

then climbed up

for a while.

The rantso was not a shack

in Subic City.

A fine country home

in the hills.

Happy children, proud Papasan.

The reception inside was quite formal.

My sack was filled with tributes.

We sat on the floor

before Mamasan.

The shirts and shoes and cigarettes

were gifts for her. The candy was for

the children.

The last, a tin of Almond Roca.

Mamasan put out her hand and took it away.

I told her that I wanted to share them with

the children.

Payme was ashamed that I’d spoke up.

I apologized to her and Mamasan.

After dinner, Mamasan let me speak. We talked

about the candy.

Sherman, set the "Wayback Machine to 1979."...?
The galaxies between the powerful and the powerless. A stunning poetic story that should be retold many times.
Reply:This is delightful and interesting story, told eloquently. It really drew me in to the scene. So much is said in the lines "My sack was filled with tributes...We sat on the floor...before Mamasan."about power and respect. I would love to hear more. Thank you.
Reply:I very much enjoyed the story too. It reminds me of when my great grandmother used to try and tell us stories of her childhood and I was too young and stupid to pay attention. She had some great stories too. Now, when someone speaks of the past, I listen.
Reply:Interesting history. Very good story, I could read more.
Reply:You've quite a history TD.
Reply:WoW great story!! What a difference between two cultures.........Felt like I was there.........Love to read more

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What do you think? it's a childrens book,if you have some time. let me know what you think.?

2010-03-14T20:05:00.000-07:00

It was the first day of kindergarten.

Jacob looked so grown up in his red shirt and blue jeans. He couldn’t help but look down at his brand new gym shoes as he walked back and forth. He was so excited but a little scared at the same time.

He looked at his mom with a worried face.

“You will make lots of friends,” his mother told him.

The word friend made Jacob smile so big. His eyes lit up with a spark that warmed the room. Jacob asked with so much excitement he couldn’t stand still,” Mommy, can Checkers come with?”

She reached out her arms and said,” come here my little man.” She noticed how long his legs had gotten. She remembered when he was a baby and wasn’t much bigger than the bear that he loved so much. She picked up her son and placed him on her lap. Jacob, not fitting the way he used to, tried to find a comfortable position.

She hugged Jacob while memories filled her head.

Checkers was Jacob’s teddy bear. He arrived as a gift the same day Jacob was born.

His name was Checkers because of the blue and white checkered bow around his neck.

Jacob brought Checkers everywhere his mother would allow.

Mommy can I take Checkers to the Grocery store?

Yes Jacob you may.

Mommy can I take Checkers to the park?

Yes Jacob you may.

Mommy can I take Checkers to Grandmas house?

Yes my little man, you may

They would get tucked in together.

Can checkers get a glass of water before bed? He is thirsty.

Yes YOU may.

Can we leave the light on?

Checkers is afraid of the dark.

Yes you may

At night time Checkers was a soldier standing watch over his sleepy general.

If Jacob was sick Checkers never left his side.

Jacob always returned the favor.

They did everything together. They were

Heroes

They were Pirates

They were astronauts

sometimes they played Jacob’s least favorite game of hide and go seek. Checkers did not want to be found. That game would go on for hours. Jacob would never get his turn to hide.

Checkers even went some places where he should not have been.

(picture of him in the bath tub)

And some places Jacob really didn’t want him to go…(picture of him in the dryer)

Jacob’s favorite thing to do was eating cookies together.

“Are you going to eat that?”

Jacob would say to Checkers,

you are my best friend. I can tell you all my secrets.

“Mommy were you listening?”

“Can Checkers come with me to school?”

She took a deep breath, looked him straight in the eyes and said,

“no Jacob, not this time.”

Jacob replied, “But why?” His lower lip started to shake and tears started running down his cheeks. ” He will be scared without me!”

She replied,

“YOU shouldn’t be afraid.” You are going to have a great and exciting day learning so many new things. Checkers might get lost If he comes with you. Checkers can stay with me today and keep me company. Jacob hugged his mom and whispered, Thanks mom!”

Jacob wiped his tears, took a deep breath and said, in his most serious voice,” I have to tell Checkers a secret.” He jumped off his mother’s lap, held him and whispered in his ear, “You have to stay. Don’t be scared.”

then set him gently in the chair, facing the window. “Checkers, wait for me and keep mommy company while I am gone.” Jacob stated firmly. He took his mother’s hand and together they walked to the bus stop.

Jacob jumped up and down and said, “Look mom, the bus is coming!” She bent down and hugged him tightly until the bus stopped in front of them and the door swung open. “Ok time to go now. Everything will be just fine. You'll see.” his mother said.

His mother watched as his little legs climbed each step. She waved goodbye as the bus pulled away.

She came back into the empty house and saw the bear just sitting in the window waiting. She

Whispered, “He will be home soon, don’t be sad.”

When the day was over, Jacob was so happy from all the new things he saw and did. He ran in the door and yelled “I had a good day Mommy!” He started telling her all about his day. He was talking so fast she could hardly keep up with what he was trying to say. She heard key words like

fun, bus, letters, nice, teacher, two new friends.

Then he stopped, looked across the room and saw

Checkers in the same place he had left him in the morning.

He ran past his mother straight to Checkers, picked him up out of the chair, gave him the longest hug…

the biggest hug he has ever given checkers.

As memories went through Jacob's head, he thought of cookie-time with Checkers and how they would sit together at the table and share their cookies. Jacob asked "Mommy MAY I have a cookie?" Very good Jacob, said his Mother, you remembered to say "MAY I." You are growing up so fast.

As Jacob finished his cookie, he thought for a moment. “MAY Checkers have a cookie too?” His mother smiled and said, “Yes my little man, he may.”

She added, “Checkers thought about you all day long. He missed you so much.”

Jacob ran and gave his mother a big hug and said, “I missed YOU too mommy.”

Jacob ran to his bedroom saying,

“I have so much to tell you! It’s a good thing you stayed home. Hide and go seek would have taken forever!”

(picture of door shutting behind him)

What do you think? it's a childrens book,if you have some time. let me know what you think.?
Omgsh... that was so adorable. It almost made me cry. That has got to be the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Thank you for putting that on here.
Reply:That was a good story. I liked it. :)
Reply:this is such a cute story, why is this in jokes and riddles section?
Reply:I like it a lot!
Reply:The story in itself is amazing. The detail is right on but that's the problem. It sounds like a book for a much older crowd because it's so in-depth, maybe if you turned down the elaboration it would be perfect. Picture this when you were a kid could you imagine your mother or father reading you a story so, in a sense, complex. That's just my opinion because I still have a childlike outlook on things.
Reply:so cute
Reply:sounds great.... is that all?...did you write this?....if not who did?...
Reply:Cute! ^^
Reply:awww!

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Do you like this sad poem?

2010-03-14T20:04:00.003-07:00

She was born on accident

On another drunken night that went wrong.

She brushes back her long hair

And sits in complete, tormenting silence.

Shouts tear into the quiet;

From the downstairs kitchen, her parents fight.

Itching at her purple arms

She cries out in pain from the deep bruises.

She unties her worn out shoes;

They've grown too small for her growing body.

She fixes her old, red shirt

That's been punctured by broken beer bottels.

Scratching at cigarette burns,

She climbs down the wooden stairs dressed in mold.

Tugging at her father's pants,

She begs him to stop yelling at her mother.

His hand smacks across her face

And she begins to sob from the sight of blood.

She quickly runs back upstairs,

And sits accostomed to crying herself sick.

She was born on accident

On another drunken night that went wrong.

She brushes back her long hair

And cries herself to sleep on this average day.

Do you like this sad poem?
This poem cuts into every pore of my soul. For sadly, this is all too real for many children. You write well!
Reply:It is very sad.
Reply:Strange, that everyone needs a license to get married but anyone can have a child. Insane people like the one you describe should never be permitted to bring a child into the world to be abused and destroyed.
Reply:wow
Reply:i have heard that before...it is very good but the mental picture is almost too much to take.
Reply:Very, very moving. I don't think anybody could deny that it's great.
Reply:Well, it's so very real for some children. It's so very sad. You capture it well.
Reply:Good Job! Even though it's very sad. Keep doing your thing. Don't let anyone stop you from doing it.
Reply:wow i don't understand it because i am too young but i do know that there are people out there and i am aware but you have a tlent if you wrote this!
Reply:very sad.... unfortunately.... this is reality and things like this actually happen...... so very sad though :/

kisses

xXx

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What song?

2010-03-14T20:04:00.002-07:00

its a boy singing it does not go like this order but of what i remember can you tell me the artist and song??

and if i could swim i swim out to you in the ocean to wear you were floating in the dark and if i was bleassed i walked out to the water were your were breathing.

and if i was brave i would climb up to you on the mountian

and i stand there like a soilder like a foot apon his cheast with my arms spreat and my blody sunday cheast

i walked threw h.e.ll for you

threw hell for let the tourting for you cause my soul is usless with out you,

and i hold you in my week arms like a first born

i walked threw hell for let it born my shoes cause my soul is usless with out you.

What song?
Say anything-walk through hell

love that band
Reply:Say Anything - A Walk Through hell

And if I could swim

I'd swim out to you in the ocean,

Swim out to where you were floating

in the dark.

And if was blessed

I walk on the water you're breathing,

To lend you some air for that heaving

Sunken chest.

'Cause they chose you

As the model

For their empty little dreams.

With your new head

And your legs spread

Like a filthy magazine.

And they hunt you

And they gut you

And you give in.

And if I was brave

I'd climb up to you on the mountain.

They led you to drink from their fountain

Spouting lies.

And I'd slay

The horrible beast they commissioned

To steer me away from my mission

To your eyes,

And I'd stand there

Like a soldier

With my foot upon his chest.

With my grin spread

And my arms out

In my bloodstained Sunday's best,

And you'd hold me

I'd remind you

Who you are...

Under their shell..

I'd walk through hell for you.

Let it burn right through my shoes.

These soles are useless without you.

Through hell for you

Let the torturing ensue.

My soul is useless without you

And if they sent a whirlwind,

I'd hug it like a harmless little tree.

Or an earthquake,

I'd calm it,

And I'd bring you back to me,

And I'd hold you

In my weak arms like a first born.

I'd walk through hell for you.

Let it burn right through my shoes.

These soles are useless without you.

Through hell for you

Let the torturing ensue.

My soul is useless without you (through hell for you)

(through hell for you) without you

Without you (through hell for you)

Without you (through hell for you)

Now, I've walked through hell for you,

What's an adventurer to do

But rest these feet at home with you

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Why was it scarier the second time I did it?

2010-03-14T20:04:00.001-07:00

Yesterday I climbed atop the roof to retrieve the helicopter. I was not scared even though I had never been on a roof before,(it's nice). Today I needed to get the helicopter off the roof again %26amp; I dithered finding the right shoes, right placement of the ladder and so on. I got up there %26amp; it was still nice, got the 'copter %26amp; flung it off, then I dithered on sliding feet first off the roof %26amp; onto the ladder, (the potential horror of having the neighbors see me on the roof all afternoon %26amp;, GASP, calling the fire dept was a strong motivator to get off). Once my feet were on the ladder I was fine. So...

Why was the second time scarier?

Why was it scarier the second time I did it?
Perhaps because your subconscious has thought in between yesterday and today about the possibility of falling to your death.

It could be that it is a subconscious message to yourself to be careful on ladders, and perhaps not so carefree.
Reply:I like the answer of the first guy to post an answer to your question, Danny. I, too, think that the first time you went up on the roof you acted impulsively without giving much if any thought about what dangers might be involved. I suspect that you're rather young and have a slight 'Devil-may-care' outlook on life. I think that the SECOND time you had to go up on the roof to recover the helicopter, your "fear senses" began to kick in, and you started thinking about what MIGHT COULD happen before you could get back down safely. From that point on, your 'Devil-may-care' attitude had lost your confidence, and you probably started feeling somewhat wobbly when you first stepped on the ladder to go up. When you got to the roof and stepped off successfully, I believe your confidence came back quite a bit because, even though you were on a sloped surface, it was solid and you were still traveling upward--albiet maybe somewhat diagonally. After you picked up the helicopter and sailed it clear of the roof again, THEN--you had to make the trip back down to ground again, and I believe that's when your confidence slipped badly and your position became very scary.

My advice (and I'm no psychiatrist--just recalling when I was a young-un and got quite used to running all over the roof of my parents big old house--having all kinds of peaks and valleys at different levels--much to my mother's dismay and causing leaks of rain down into the attic more often than I should)--uh, my advice to you, if you plan to continue to climb up onto roofs for anything, take some time to practice climbing up and stepping off the ladder just a short distance and turn this way and that, slowly, for a while--taking care of your sure footing and balance at all times; then move to a slightly higher location--not too far away from the ladder--and repeat the movements--being aware of your sense of good control and safety. I believe that after a few of these 'acclimation exercises' you'll be able to maintain your confidence--as well on the roof as on the ground--well--so long as you remember that the roof has definite boundaries beyond which you should NOT jump.%26lt;G%26gt;

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Is this good?

2010-03-14T20:04:00.000-07:00

It’s morning. The sun is peeking from the horizon. The spring air is fresh, and the grass is damp from the morning dew. The earth slowly awakens from the peaceful night before. Jake Clemons is always up in time to watch the sunrise. He’s up before the rooster crows.

He got dressed quickly to watch the sunrise. He put on his red shirt and some blue jeans. Everyone was still asleep so he had to be quiet. He tiptoed down the hallway. He passed Jamie’s room. Jamie was his 7 year old sister.

After he passed everyone’s rooms, he hurried down the stairs and out the door. He jogged towards the big red barn. He ran through all the hay and to the ladder leading up to the loft. He climbed up the silver ladder and jumped onto the loft. Hay was spread out throughout the loft. Jake crawled towards the loft window and opened it. Then he sprawled out on the hay and gazed at the sunrise.

Watching the sunrise was a good time for Jake to think, and get his thoughts together. It was his only moment of peace during the day. He couldn’t possibly think in the day with all the commotion from his little sister, and all the work that had to be done, there was just no time.

“Cock-o-doodle-doo!” the rooster cried. It was time to get back to the house and cook breakfast. Jake usually made breakfast because everyone was just waking up at the sound of the rooster.

This morning he cooked scrambled eggs, toast, and he heated up some leftover sausage from the morning before. Everyone got seated at the table. It was delightful meal and got the day started off.

His parents usually watched the news right after breakfast, and then they get ready for work. Apparently they left it on, because Jaime was watching it when they got done watching it. He flipped the switch to turn the TV off.

“Hey!” Jaime whined.

“Jaime, you shouldn’t be watchin’ this stuff. It gives you nightmares.” Jake had already gone through experience. A few weeks ago they were watching the news and it was talking about some guy who escaped from the county jail near Chester. Jaime couldn’t go to sleep that night because she thought he would come and get her while she was sleeping.

“Fine,” she scoffed.

As soon as she left the room, he turned it back on.

“There is currently a prison escapee on the loose. He stole the security guard’s keys and escaped. He goes by the name of Greg Richards.”

It showed a picture of the escapee. He had a brown buzz cut, a goatee, and his ear pierced. He had a tan. He looked to be in about his late 20’s. The news anchor continued with the story, “He was last seen driving a black Dodge Ram. If you have any information about this man, please call the police.”

“Jake, turn that off. You’ll probably have nightmares just like Jaime.” His mother was always comparing him to Jaime like that.

“Yes ma’am.” Jake turned off the TV.

His parents left for work about eight. They usually got home about 5:00. His mom worked at the

There was nothing to at the house. Jaime asked Jake if he could play a game with her. He didn’t mind but she wanted to play some of the stupidest games.

“Okay Jaime, what do ya wanna play?” Jake asked reluctantly.

“Let’s play hide and go seek!” Jaime shouted. Jake never argued against having to play hide and go seek. It was one of his favorite games. He usually let Jaime hide otherwise she would whine and cry.

They ended up playing hide and seek for hours. His parents finally arrived home. He could now go do something instead of playing with Jaime all day.

Jake figured he’d ride is bike. It was in terrible condition with worn out tires, red and rusted paint job, and the seat torn up. But he didn’t care. It was his only option to get away from the world. It made him feel free. He rode it everywhere around town. Of course the town was small enough to see everything in less than an hour on a bicycle.

The town was called Chester. It’s a population of about 1200 people. Chester has a bunch of old buildings from a long time ago. But most of those are abandoned. People just had a hard time keeping business in Chester. A whole bunch of people moved, which caused a lot of businesses to move, also.

As he was riding his bike, he heard some bells from a distance. Not like the bells you hear at Christmas time, but big bells. They made such a noise that the whole town could hear them. Maybe even the whole county.

He decided to check and see where the bells were coming from. He followed the sound of the bells. It took about 2 minutes to get to where they were. They were coming from some large brick building with a white steeple. At the top of the steeple, there was a small cross. What kind of building has bells, and a steeple with a cross? He wondered. He decided to take a look inside.

He walked down the aisle of red carpet. There were people sitting in long stretched pews. Everyone was dressed nice and elegant. He felt like an outcast with the raggedy clothes he had on.

“Excuse me, young man. Why are you wearing such clothes?” an older woman asked him. He tried to speak but words wouldn’t budge. He was embarrassed.

“Young man?” she said.

He ran to the back of room. As he tried to get out the door, a man spoke. Jake turned around and saw a man in the front of the room. This man was tall. He looked to be in his 30’s. He was wearing a white robe with a green stripe down the middle.

“Thank you everyone for being here tonight,” he said speaking through a microphone.

“I am the new preacher. My name is Dan Miller. I have recently moved here from Alabama, with my daughter, Carley, and my wife, Joyce,” he stated gesturing to his family in the front row.

Carley had shoulder length brown hair. She had the most amazing blue eyes Jake had ever seen. She looked nothing like her mom, Joyce.

Jake figured he would stay and listen what Dan had to say. He didn’t have to be home until 8 and it was only 6:45. He went and got seated in the last pew. He paid attention to this preacher as he spoke.

“God has a great amount of power. He is so big. He can do anything!” Dan exclaimed raising his hands in the air.

“Anything?” Jake whispered to himself.

Dan preached for the next hour about this God person. He said God was the man who created this very earth, and created us to live in it. Jake couldn’t wait to tell his parents about God.

Jake glanced at his watch. It read at exactly 7:56. Jake was supposed to be home at 8:00 sharp. Jake jumped on his bike and sped away. His house was about 1 mile out of Chester, so it took him about 10 minutes to get home, but at the speed he was going, Jake could’ve swore he got there in less than 5 minutes. He jumped off the bike and ran to the house. He got to the door, swung it open and ran inside. He tried to be sneaky. He didn’t want his parents to know he had come in late. He completely forgot about the door making a ruckus every time it closed. He raced to door to try to stop it from making the noise.

“Jake is that you?” his father had asked from the living room. Jake was so exhausted from the ride home, he could barely speak.

“Yes, dad,” he said panting.

“Where in the hell have you been, Jake? You were supposed to be home 5 minutes ago.” His father was really strict about being home on time. He wanted to say he was just outside for a bit, but he couldn’t stand lying to his father.

“I was at a church,” Jake said looking down at his shoes.

“A church? Why were you at this church?” his father asked him with and eyebrow raised.

“Well, I was listening to this guy talk about God,” Jake explained innocently.

“My gosh Jake! There is no God. People just say that so they can have something to believe in. Now go upstairs and finish your homework.

Jake ran to his room and went to his bed. He lay there, thinking. His dad was usually right about stuff. Maybe there was no God. Maybe Dan was full of himself and didn’t know what he was talking about. He listened to a complete stranger and believed it. His dad was right, there was no God.

“Jake! Dinner is ready!” his mom called from downstairs.

He headed downstairs at the pace of a gazelle. He was so caught up in all this God stuff he almost forgot about his stomach. He sat down and as soon as he was about to attack the food, his mom smacked his hand.

“Not until everyone is seated,” she said as she was putting the food on the table. He looked around and everyone was seated, except his sister. He almost forgot about Jaime, who was still upstairs in her room.

“Jake, go upstairs and get your sister,” his mom ordered from across the table.

Jake rushed upstairs and headed towards Jamie’s room.

Her room was all pink. She had a pink bedspread, pink lamp, and a pink chair. Her room was also a mess. Toys were everywhere. There was so much clutter, that you couldn’t even see the floor.

Jake hopped everywhere around the room trying not to step on anything. He finally reached Jaime, who was playing with her dolls.

“Hey, sis. It’s time for supper,” he said tapping her on the shoulder.

“Okay,” she replied.

They both headed downstairs and got seated at the dinner table. Jake and Jaime sat across from each other. His mom and dad sat at the ends of the table like the queen and king in old medieval times.

Today’s dinner was his mom’s specialty, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes and gravy, and grilled pork chops. His mom sure did make a mean batch of mashed potatoes.

Jake could finally start eating since everyone was seated.

“So are you two ready for the first day of school tomorrow?” his mother asked.

“Yes ma’am!” Jaime called out.

Jake just sat there, not knowing what to say.

“Jake? What about you? Are you ready for school tomorrow?” his mother asked eyeing him from across the table.

“Uh. Yes ma’am,” he lied when the truth was he wasn’t ready for the first day of school.

Last year, his best friend moved away because his mom and dad got better jobs. It was a difficult time because he tried to make new friends but everyone ignored him. He hoped he would have better luck this year.

The dinner was so delicious. For dessert, they had homemade vanilla ice cream. Jake was so stuffed afterwards.

Jake cleaned up the dinner table and washed the dishes. Afterwards he went upstairs to his room.

His room wasn’t all decorated like Jaime’s room. It was more conservative. He just had off-white walls with the occasional artwork that Jaime had drawn for him on them.

He grabbed his notebook and an ink pen from his desk. He got on his bed and began writing. Writing was Jake’s passion. He could write about absolutely anything. He always carried his notebook and his pen in case anything that came to mind, he could write down. He glanced at his watch. It read 9:27. Jake figured he’d get to bed at a decent hour. He put his notebook and pen under the mattress. Then he turned off the lights and went to bed.

Is this good?
what r u writing a best seller novel??

I always thought there was a limit to how many words u can write, but know i know how much i can write THANK U !!!!!!
Reply:sorry, but no one has the time to read a question the length of a novel
Reply:At first I wasn't going to read all of this, but I went back and read it. It is good you need to post some more to finish the story though. You can't just leave Jake in bed. I would like to hear how the first day of school went.
Reply:i'm sorry, i don't have the patience to read ALL of that.
Reply:Yeah that was great keep it up you've got talent
Reply:check this link its good

http://workathomedetailss.blogspot.com/

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Reply:I can't read ALL of that but I did read a bit of it and the sentences are choppy.

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Who sings this song?

2010-03-14T20:03:00.003-07:00

If I was a rich man

I'd buy you some shoes

Tall boots for all the dirt you walk through

What would that do?

Enable you to deal

Without schooling you on how to touch what's real

And if I was a smart man

I'd tell you everything that I knew

And give it to you every time you need a talking to

But what would that do?

Teach you my guidelines

So you can be my cheerleader at my game on the sidelines

And if I was a driver

I'd keep my headlights on

To see the difference between right and wrong

I'd wear my seatbelt even when I'm in park

Cause I don't trust the other fools that cruise through these parts

And if I was a better cook

I'd hook up a feast

Set a table full of food for the children to eat

I encourage the nourishment so we can breathe

With the knowledge that we got something accomplished

And if I was an honest man

I would stop writing songs

I'd break for a nervous breakdown for breakfast

Tell everyone I knew to stay away from all of this

It ain't nothing but a confusing mess

And if I was you, I wouldn't hear a word I said

Wouldn't trust nothing to start it up inside my head

I'd make a conscious effort to live instead

Of trying to kill the monsters that reside underneath the bed

And if I was a hurt man

I'd find a way to put my faith

Into a woman that could take me from today

Maybe

I need somebody that could save me

From the parts of myself that keep making me crazy

And if I was a wise man

I'd climb to the top of the mountain peak

To think about strength versus weakness

I'd find a point that rests a couple of feet above your head

And figure out how I could try to help you reach it

And if I did have a choice

I'd never want to live forever

Just let me have a voice so I can make my points

I can't imagine running a race with no finish line

Just let me keep my pace and make to most of my time

I love giving but I'm bad at receiving

The truth is, I'd prefer to be the one bleeding

But I'm a paranoid that stays between play and work

Cautious and aware, 'cause I'm afraid of being hurt

Which brings me to the issue

And that would be this:

How often must I ask myself why I exist?

I feel like a freak, this world is a circus

Just trying to find myself as well as my purpose

Who sings this song?
If I Was Santa Claus by Atmosphere

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Is this good?

2010-03-14T20:03:00.002-07:00

m only 13 and this is the 1st chapter of my book.

It’s a beautiful morning. The sun is peeking from the horizon. The spring air is fresh, and the grass is damp from the morning dew. The earth slowly awakens from the peaceful night before. Jake Clemons is always up in time to watch the sunrise. He’s up before the rooster crows.

He got dressed quickly to watch the sunrise. He put on his red shirt and some blue jeans. Everyone was still asleep so he had to be quiet. He tiptoed down the hallway. He passed Jamie’s room. Jamie was his 7 year old sister.

After he passed everyone’s rooms, he hurried down the stairs and out the door. He jogged towards the big red barn, then through hay and to the ladder leading up to the loft. He climbed up the silver ladder and jumped onto the loft where hay was spread out everywhere. Jake crawled towards the loft window and opened it. Then he sprawled out on the hay and gazed at the sunrise.

Watching the sunrise was a good time for Jake to think, and get his thoughts together. It was his only moment of peace during the day. He couldn’t possibly think in the day with all the commotion from his little sister, and all the work that had to be done, there was just no time.

“Cock-o-doodle-doo!” the rooster cried. It was time to get back to the house and cook breakfast. Jake usually made breakfast because everyone was just waking up at the sound of the rooster.

This morning he cooked scrambled eggs, toast, and he heated up some leftover sausage from the morning before. Everyone got seated at the table. It was delightful meal and got the day started off.

His parents usually watched the news right after breakfast, and then they get ready for work. Apparently they left it on, because Jaime was watching it when they got done watching it. He flipped the switch to turn the TV off.

“Hey!” Jaime whined.

“Jaime, you shouldn’t be watchin’ this stuff. It gives you nightmares.” Jake had already gone through experience. A few weeks ago they were watching the news and it was talking about some guy who escaped from the county jail near Chester. Jaime couldn’t go to sleep that night because she thought he would come and get her while she was sleeping.

“Fine,” she scoffed.

As soon as she left the room, he turned it back on.

“There is currently a prison escapee on the loose. He stole the security guard’s keys and escaped. He goes by the name of Greg Richards.”

It showed a picture of the escapee. He had a brown buzz cut, a goatee, and his ear pierced. He had a tan. He looked to be in about his late 20’s. The news anchor continued with the story, “He was last seen driving a black Dodge Ram. If you have any information about this man, please call the police.”

“Jake, turn that off. You’ll probably have nightmares just like Jaime.” His mother was always comparing him to Jaime like that.

“Yes ma’am.” Jake turned off the TV.

His parents left for work about eight and they usually got home about 5:00. His mom worked at the grocery store as the manager and his dad worked at the local bank.

There was nothing to at the house. Jaime asked Jake if he could play a game with her. He didn’t mind, but she wanted to play some of the stupidest games.

“Okay Jaime, what do ya wanna play?” Jake asked reluctantly.

“Let’s play hide and go seek!” Jaime shouted. Jake never argued against having to play hide and go seek. It was one of his favorite games. He usually let Jaime hide otherwise she would whine and cry.

They ended up playing hide and seek for hours. His parents finally arrived home, so now he could go do something instead of playing with Jaime all day.

Jake figured he’d ride is bike. It was in terrible condition with worn out tires, red and rusted paint job, and the seat torn up. But he didn’t care. It was his only option to get away from the world. It made him feel free. He rode it everywhere around town. Of course the town was small enough to see everything in less than an hour on a bicycle.

The town was called Chester. It’s a population of about 1200 people. Chester has a bunch of old buildings from a long time ago. But most of those are abandoned. People just had a hard time keeping business in Chester. A whole bunch of people moved, which caused a lot of businesses to move, also.

As he was riding his bike, he heard some bells from a distance. Not like the bells you hear at Christmas time, but big bells. They made such a noise that the whole town could hear them. Maybe even the whole county.

He decided to check and see where the bells were coming from. He followed the sound of the bells. It took about 2 minutes to get to where they were. They were coming from some large brick building with a white steeple. At the top of the steeple, there was a small cross. What kind of building has bells, and a steeple with a cross? He wondered. He decided to take a look inside.

He walked down the aisle of red carpet. There were people sitting in long stretched pews. Everyone was dressed nice and elegant. He felt like an outcast with the raggedy clothes he had on.

“Excuse me, young man. Why are you wearing such clothes?” an older woman asked him. He tried to speak but words wouldn’t budge. He was embarrassed.

“Young man?” she said.

He ran to the back of room. As he tried to get out the door, a man spoke. Jake turned around and saw a man in the front of the room. This man was tall. He looked to be in his 30’s. He was wearing a white robe with a green stripe down the middle.

“Thank you everyone for being here tonight,” he said speaking through a microphone.

“I am the new preacher. My name is Dan Miller. I have recently moved here from Alabama, with my daughter, Carley, and my wife, Joyce,” he stated gesturing to his family in the front row.

Carley had shoulder length brown hair. She had the most amazing blue eyes Jake had ever seen. She looked nothing like her mom, Joyce.

Jake figured he would stay and listen what Dan had to say. He didn’t have to be home until 8 and it was only 6:45. He went and got seated in the last pew. He paid attention to this preacher as he spoke.

“God has a great amount of power. He is so big. He can do anything!” Dan exclaimed raising his hands in the air.

“Anything?” Jake whispered to himself.

Dan preached for the next hour about this God person. He said God was the man who created this very earth, and created us to live in it. Jake couldn’t wait to tell his parents about God.

Jake glanced at his watch. It read at exactly 7:56. Jake was supposed to be home at 8:00 sharp. Jake jumped on his bike and sped away. His house was about 1 mile out of Chester, so it took him about 10 minutes to get home, but at the speed he was going, Jake could’ve swore he got there in less than 5 minutes. He jumped off the bike and ran to the house. He got to the door, swung it open and ran inside. He tried to be sneaky. He didn’t want his parents to know he had come in late. He completely forgot about the door making a ruckus every time it closed. He raced to door to try to stop it from making the noise.

“Jake is that you?” his father had asked from the living room. Jake was so exhausted from the ride home, he could barely speak.

“Yes, dad,” he said panting.

“Where in the hell have you been, Jake? You were supposed to be home 5 minutes ago.” His father was really strict about being home on time. He wanted to say he was just outside for a bit, but he couldn’t stand lying to his father.

“I was at a church,” Jake said looking down at his shoes.

“A church? Why were you at this church?” his father asked him with and eyebrow raised.

“Well, I was listening to this guy talk about God,” Jake explained innocently.

“My gosh Jake! There is no God. People just say that so they can have something to believe in. Now go upstairs and finish your homework.”

Jake ran to his room and went to his bed. He lay there, thinking. His dad was usually right about stuff. Maybe there was no God. Maybe Dan was full of himself and didn’t know what he was talking about. He listened to a complete stranger and believed it. His dad was right, there was no God.

“Jake! Dinner is ready!” his mom called from downstairs.

He headed downstairs at the pace of a gazelle. He was so caught up in all this God stuff he almost forgot about his stomach. He sat down and as soon as he was about to attack the food, his mom smacked his hand.

“Not until everyone is seated,” she said as she was putting the food on the table. He looked around and everyone was seated, except his sister. He almost forgot about Jaime, who was still upstairs in her room.

“Jake, go upstairs and get your sister,” his mom ordered from across the table.

Jake rushed upstairs and headed towards Jamie’s room.

Her room was all pink. She had a pink bedspread, pink lamp, and a pink chair. Her room was also a mess. Toys were everywhere. There was so much clutter, that you couldn’t even see the floor.

Jake hopped everywhere around the room trying not to step on anything. He finally reached Jaime, who was playing with her dolls.

“Hey, sis. It’s time for supper,” he said tapping her on the shoulder.

“Okay,” she replied.

They both headed downstairs and got seated at the dinner table. Jake and Jaime sat across from each other, and his mom and dad sat at the ends of the table like the queen and king in old medieval times.

Today’s dinner was his mom’s specialty, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes and gravy, and grilled pork chops. His mom sure did make a mean batch of mashed potatoes.

Jake could finally start eating since everyone was seated.

“So are you two ready for the first day of school tomorrow?” his mother asked.

“Yes ma’am!” Jaime called out.

Jake just sat there, not knowing what to say.

“Jake? What about you? Are you ready for school tomorrow?” his mother asked eyeing him from across the table.

“Uh. Yes ma’am,” he lied when the truth was he wasn’t ready for the first day of school.

Last year, his best friend moved away because his mom and dad got better jobs. It was a difficult time because he tried to make new friends but everyone ignored him. He hoped he would have better luck this year.

The dinner was fantastic. For dessert, they had homemade vanilla ice cream. Jake was so stuffed afterwards.

Jake cleaned up the dinner table and washed the dishes. Afterwards he went upstairs to his room.

His room wasn’t all decorated like Jaime’s room. It was more conservative. He just had off-white walls with the occasional artwork that Jaime had drawn for him on them.

He grabbed his notebook and an ink pen from his desk, then he got on his bed and began writing. Writing was Jake’s passion. He could write about absolutely anything. He always carried his notebook and his pen in case anything that came to mind, he could write down. He glanced at his watch. It read 9:27. Jake figured he’d get to bed at a decent hour. He put his notebook and pen under the mattress. Then he turned off the lights and went to bed.

Email me at aceedsall@yahoo.com to get more of the story.

Is this good?
Pretty good... could use a little proof reading. Also, Jake's father tells him, 'get upstairs and finish your homework', when he comes home late. Then later at dinner, his mother asks if he is ready for his first day of school tomorrow. I would change that. People will notice small things that make the story less believable. Over all.. good job! Thanks for sharing!
Reply:I don't know why it is, but a lot of people your age generally tend to write stories in present tense. It's kind of hard to read it that way.

Also, at the beginning of the story, you give us lots of detail, e.g. "the grass is damp," but instead of TELLING us, why don't you SHOW us? How do you know its wet? Okay, because of the morning dew, but what does the grass look like? If someone is walking across it, what does it feel like? Does it have a certain smell?
Reply:You got 10 people to read all that and respond to your question? Wow!
Reply:WHAT WAS THE QUESTION???????
Reply:sorry I'm not reading all of that without some kind of introduction telling me what it is about or proper paragraph indents which you can't use on yahoo answers.
Reply:eh. i dont understand the plot.
Reply:i dont understand what the story is about.
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Reply:i don't really get it. your sentence sound the same in every part n i'm confused on the usage of tenses.

sorry.. but i'm sure you'll improve if u just practice more.
Reply:You have some good imagery. You've named the characters well; you can believe 'Jake' and 'Jamie' as young members of a rural family; the idea of being up 'before the rooster crowed' adds to this picture of a family living in a rural community.

But, in many places, it drags. And you don't tie things in as quickly as you could-for example, you could say 'Jake had to be quiet as he put on his red shirt and blue jeans, as his little sister Jamie, was still asleep, rather than writing a different sentence to tell your audience that Jake got up early; Jamie was his sister; he always got up before her; what he wore; and things like that.

As for the dinner-'A fantastic dinner was made complete by a dessert of home made ice cream' might work better than the seemingly unrelated sentences you use.

But, I think you get the idea, and you do seem to know what you want to write about. as you say, you're just 13-you have a long way to go. Try asking different people their opinions-not just here. Maybe compare what yu wrote to books on similar subjects (just be careful not to copy-lots of people do it, without realizing it.) Does your school have electives yet? If so, try taking a course in creative writing.

Whatever you do-don't stop writing! You definitely have an idea, a gift for imagery, and some talent. You're just rough around the edges. If taking a course is out, you can try reading books that have some guidelines. But don't let them dictate a style to you-you already have your own, and while you're probably not ready to be published few 13-year-olds are.

With that in mind,Try 'reading 'The Outsiders' by S.E. Hinton, which was published when the author was 15. Maybe you can find other books written by young authors. You do have a style, and some ideas of what to write about=now, its time to write them-and polish and develop your style, as you go along. And, while you should always think of improvement, perfection, as a goal, is a dead end-no writer ever reaches it.

Keep on writing. I hope to read more about the Clemons family. Don't be discouraged-be encouraged to keep up your ideas for presenting your story. And good luck!!!
Reply:Im not getting it either. And you really need to watch your tenses. You change from present to past at the beginning. It just sounds like a bunch of sentences strung together to me. Sorry. Pax - C

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Elisabeth Hasselbeck, born Elisabeth Grace Filarski?

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This woman appears on Survivor and loses , then gains instant fame by arguing with Rosie (public enemy #1 to the Bushbots...)

...what a way to climb from humble beginnings...

I bet when she was "Elisabeth Grace Filarski," she wasn't a "conservative." In fact, Cranston RI is one of the 'bluest' places in America! Amazing how things change when people come into a couple of bucks!

LOL!

**Born Elisabeth Grace Filarski on May 28, 1977, in Cranston, Rhode Island, is an American television personality. She initially worked selling tennis shoes but came to public attention after she placed fourth in the television program Survivor: The Australian Outback.

Elisabeth Hasselbeck, born Elisabeth Grace Filarski?
Filarski...sounds like something you'd puke up after a night of partying.
Reply:I believe her parents are Dems, she has mentioned it a few times. My parents are liberals, I grew up in NJ, but as I became an adult I saw the errors of their ways ;)
Reply:Does anyone not know that she hosted on that clothing show, "The Look for Less."

She didn't go immediately from Survivor to The View.

She earned her props.

I'm not saying she didn't annoy me on the show, but we did like that show and watched it a lot. I had no idea she had been on Survivor.
Reply:Elizabeth was on Survior true. She is married to Washington Redskins Tim Hasselbeck.

She was on the View way before Rosie showed up. She was the one who replaced Debbie (can't remember her last name) as I recall. She tried out the spot and was chosen from among many candidates because of her fresh conservative and Christian point of view. Personally, I like her. She has a strong faith in Jesus Christ and lives out her values. She respects other's point of view - not criticise them for theirs.
Reply:Someone who spent a few weeks on an island starving herself goes on to sell tennis shoes. She becomes a political science expert, a foreign policy expert and a investigative journalist while spending an hour a day on a talk show that features cooking and shopping. Yeah, her opinion is based on intelligence LMAO
Reply:I don't think people actually take Elisabeth seriously. But people do not like Rosie, so Lis was sort of a speaker of the Rosie haters and a chance for them to champion someone, anyone, against her.

This time next year, "The View" will be canceled and Lis will be yesterday's news just like any other "survivor" contestant.
Reply:The buzz on Elisabitch is that she became Conservative Republican when she allegedly converted to Christianity. Even Donald Trump said she wasn't the brightest person on television. Hardly anybody takes her seriously, as all she does is parrot every lie ever told by the Bush administration, and there is a vast majority of Americans who oppose the war, and do not support the President.

Check this quote about her in "The View" section on jumpingtheshark.com:

"I had given up on this show long ago, but I tuned in recently when I heard Elizabeth Filarski was added to the panel. I really liked her on Survivor, but man, she needs to keep her vapid political opinions to herself. She was saying how the U.S. is so much safer since we invaded Iraq, when she was asked how, she said Saddam had been brutal to his own people. When someone pointed out to her that maybe that meant Iraqi's were safer, but that still doesn't explain how the U.S. is safer, she replied, and I'm not kidding, "we're all part of the human family, so we're interconnected that way". I just about fell out of my chair, I wonder if she realized how moronic that reasoning is, there are oppressed people all over the world, and while that is tragic, it doesn't affect the security of the U.S. one iota. Should we invade and take over every country that has a mean leader? Good gosh, Elizabeth, your pretty to look at, but keep that yap shut, unless it's about fashion or something, anything else and your in way over your head."

There are other comments in that section that focuses on her lack of mental reasoning, including one calling her "ditzoid Liz." This should pretty much answer your question.
Reply:You answered your own question. However, Iwatch the View everyday and really enjoyed it this past year the Rosie was on. I give Elizabeth credit for never changing her stance on the president and the war every single day up there afgainst Joy and Rosie who are Democrats and liberals through and through. But, I have always been a bigger an of Rosie's. I do not agree with everything she says but I still like her. I hope to see her back on tv in the future. Until then, I will continue to watch her video blogs on rosie.com
Reply:oh no, she is die hard Republican, I believe she was born that way. Frankly, I don't know how she gets any oxygen with her head so far up Bush's a##? There couldnt be 2 women on the planet that get more on my last nerve than her and that freak Ann Coulter!
Reply:she polish like my wife God help us all
Reply:if her husband leaves her and she becomes Filarski again, do you reckon she'll Dem up?
Reply:These childish elementary playground remarks about Elizabeth sound so petty. So what if her birth name is Filarski? So what if she once sold tennis shoes for a living? A lot of other famous people have waited tables, worked at fast food restaurants, and did whatever they could to pay their bills. It's not like she was a hooker, or a drug dealer, or a thief. She was making an honest living.
Reply:a lot of people make a few bucks, change their names and their political affiliation. Actually, there would be no republican party if they didn't.

Forgetting where you come from seems to be the American way, has been since the first arrivals at Ellis Island...maybe that's why little Lizzy is so popular.
Reply:That's kind of cool. Going from selling tennis shoes, to becoming a well known public figure. Not to mention, ripping Rosie a new asshole. I'm beginning to like this girl. Don't hate her for being famous. I like seeing a normal person becoming famous. So let me get this straight. Every person in Cranston, R.I. has the same political views?
Reply:I guess you answered your question.
Reply:Hasselbeck is her married name, I am just not sure what you are doing by putting all her information out their. Most people are made famous by arguing with or taking a different viewpoint from another person who is more famous.

I don't care for Elisabeth myself, I believe she is a bit uptight, but what does any of what you posted have to do with anything?
Reply:I can't stand her even when she was on Survivor. She is full of herself and I wouldn't blame Rosie if she never spoke to her again. She is a puppet for the Republicans just like many public figures. She is most likely on the pay role and couldn't even spell Tomatoes
Reply:lol. that explains it.
Reply:Filarski?

is that polish or czech?

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Is my writing okay?

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Isabelle and Rebecca walked in the now dim woods. The forest looked beautiful in the darkness, but right now Isabelle just wanted to get out of there.

"What was he talking about?" Rebecca asked, trying to keep up with Isabelle's fast pace.

"I don't know," Isabelle muttered. She really didn't know why she was angry. Maybe it was because she thought it was all a joke, but what if it wasn't? Wasn't this what I've always wanted? She asked herself. "Let's just get home."

They finally made it to Isabelle's car, and the climbed in.

A few minutes later they were at Isabelle's house. Both of them got out of her car, grabbed Rebecca's bags, and walked silently into Isabelle's house.

Rebecca flopped onto the couch. She kicked off her shoes and sighed. "Good to be somewhere familiar." she said.

"Tell me about it," Isabelle set the stone that she still clutched on the end table and took off her heels.

"Hey," Rebecca got up suddenly. "Why don't you look through the hole...you know, Rivien said you were a faerie. Just try."

Isabelle groaned. "Oh, fine."

Isabelle picked up the stone and Rebecca followed her into the powder room. It was crowded with two people, but they squeezed.

"Okay, here I go." Isabelle looked through the stone, holding her breath. Maybe this is it, she thought. Maybe Rivien was telling me the truth.

The face she saw through the stone was different. Her eyes were darker, more intense, her cheekbones were prominent, ears pointed. Her hair had moss green streaks weaved through the dark brown. Isabelle quickly took her hand down and turned to Rebecca.

Is my writing okay?
You've got to hook the reader right away. Instead you have us walking along and you give us the mundane details of the girls getting from point A to point B, with some vague dialogue that makes little sense. Your hook actually begins near the end, when they pick up the stone and Isabelle looked through the stone.

But, how can you look through a stone? Is it hollow? Does it have a hole? Promising start, the whole faerie thing.
Reply:It's pretty good. You may want to avoid using the same sentence structure over and over though, for a short passage it's fine, but if you're going to add more to it you may want to re-think it..that way you can keep the reader's attention longer.

Obviously, I don't know the story behind what you have written, but it sounds as if there is depth to it..a little mystery..and that is always good. Add a little more description in..instead of "Both of them got out of her car, grabbed Rebecca's bags, and walked silently into Isabelle's house"..you could put something like "the girls stepped out of the old red Ford, and all that could be heard was the gentle creak of the trunk as it opened. Isabelle handed the bags to Rebecca without even as much as a whisper, without even the slightest meeting of their eyes, and the crunch of their small feet against the gravel of the driveway, as they approached the house, appeared to be somewhat deafening within the silence"

You really want to try and avoid using plain words and short sentences..you need detail and description. Go back through what you have written..pick out words that could be replaced more descriptively....then try it with an entire sentence. Work with it a piece at a time..it will get easier as you go.

Ultimately what you want is to do more than simply tell a tale..you want the reader to feel as if they are there, as if they are experiencing all of it themselves...they need to feel what Rebecca and Isabelle do..not just read about it, and when they put it down..you want them to be rushing back to it as soon as possible. The base of it is there for you...and it's good..but it definately needs a little work.

Good luck!
Reply:i think it would sound better if it was coming from a perspective of either one of the girls... but other then that it's really good!
Reply:I'm not exactly an expert literary critic, but I like it, and it seems well written.

Just one thing, you wrote "and the climbed in." instead of they. :)

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What do you think of this description of setting? Does it make sense? Can you see it?

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I had to walk over a high pile of giant grey pumice-like gravel to get to the entrance. Each chunk was a 2 inch radius of quasi-roundness, making each step a guaranteed wobble. Once I made it to the opening without losing my balance completely, I had to duck my head because the overhead was about a foot too low. There were two flights of steep steps, each about an inch too short, encased by the stone walls of the building. This made for a claustrophobic dare-devil climb. Making it to the door front felt like a small victory, and I wanted to do a little dance - but I controlled myself.

After ringing the bell, it was only a moment before I could hear the double locks being undone. It was the young maid who welcomed me inside by opening the tarnished dark wooden door a bit wider and immediately returning to the laundry.

I had just returned from a short errand to buy a cell phone recharge. This was my friend's house, and I had already been a guest for a week. It lacked the amenities of an American house, like a smooth sidewalk in a front yard and a proportionate entrance way, yet it felt like home.

This being an Indian household, I removed my sandals at the door where four other pairs of shoes were already lined up – each belonging to a family member. The first belonged to Didi, Hindi for elder sister, my friend Rajiv's aunt. She was in the kitchen, home on break from her clinic, making roti to eat with lunch. The second belong to Rajiv, my friend, who was in the toilet. The third pair belonged to Mummy, Rajiv's grandmother, who was in the lounge watching a Hindi soap opera, and the fourth belonged to the maid who was sitting on the floor in the shower stall washing clothes by hand.

The flat was not far from the railway station, and from the lounge window I could see the frequent passing of commuter trains. Better yet was the fact that no matter where I stood in the house, the trains could always be heard. I found this to be a strong selling point because the constant rhythmic passing of train cars had an ethereal calming effect.

In the guest bedroom was a door that led to a small balcony, big enough to sit 2 or 3 chairs. This was my favorite place to hang out. Standing on the balcony and looking below me was a line of squatter housing. It was one long row made from scrap wood and tarps where 4 or 5 families must have lived – each in a makeshift room about 4 and 1/2 meters wide. Rajiv enjoyed throwing the rubbish out onto the tops of the houses. He had no respect for them because they dirtied up his neighborhood and ruined his view. And if they made any noise at night the sounds could be heard vividly in the guest room often because the door was left open in the summer. Otherwise it would be too stuffy.

In India, everyone takes a nap together , so it wasn't unusual for Didi or Mummy to invite me to lay down beside them in the afternoons once lunch was over and soap operas were finished. It gets so ridiculously sticky hot in the summer that naps are a must if you want to reserve your energy and keep your sanity...

What do you think of this description of setting? Does it make sense? Can you see it?
So far I think it reads well, however, if you don't mind, I have a few suggestions. In the very beginning of the opening, I thought I was in an archaeological dig-- not approaching an Indian home. Perhaps if you made some small changes to this paragraph:

I had to walk over a high pile of giant grey pumice-like gravel to get to the entrance. Each chunk was a 2 inch radius of quasi-roundness, making each step a guaranteed wobble. Once I made it to the opening without losing my balance completely, I had to duck my head because the overhead was about a foot too low. There were two flights of steep steps, each about an inch too short, encased by the stone walls of the building. This made for a claustrophobic dare-devil climb. Making it to the door front felt like a small victory, and I wanted to do a little dance - but I controlled myself.

You could possibly eliminate this feeling. Perhaps talk about what the walls look like, what color are they, what does the entrance to the home smell like? Can you smell the roti the aunt is making? Make it appear more domestic, even in the struggle that the narrator is having to get to the stairs.

Beyond that, I'd suggest sticking to 1 unit of measure. In the first paragrah you use inches, later you use meters, use either metric or American measurements. I'd use meters since you are talking about India and it was once occupied by Great Britian.

Other than those minor things, I think it reads really well. If you want someone to read more of it, I'd be more than happy to. Indian culture fascinates me. Good luck!
Reply:I can see it, but its a little too much detail, and thus not a relaxing reading.
Reply:Wow! That's...very descriptive! But I must point out it's WAY TOO descriptive. In a writing forum I signed up for, a writer pointed out to me u don't need to describe everything unless that something was significant in the story. And we definitely don't need to know the measurements. Tone it down a little and try to shorten ur sentences. Short, sweet, and straight to the point seems to keep the reader going. (But don't forget u must be descriptive in some parts.) The three S's I call them!

I can tell u did a lot of research for ur story to know so much about India (unless of course ur Indian urself) and that's great! I love the way u described the Indian culture!

In the 4th paragraph, how would the speaker know where everyone is? (Especially since her friend is the RR?) If it's from the speaker's POV, u should only say things the speaker can see, and I highly doubt the speaker can see her friend going to the bathroom. ;)

Also, what kind of crowd are u aiming for? If this is for YA, I think ur too advanced. What is a quasi? No offense, I love this piece, but teen readers tend to turn off at big words they don't know unless they're persistant readers or the story excites them in a way. Work on using good words a YA should know, but don't go too advanced where u loose them.

Again, I really like this. Good work! I hope I helped u out a little bit. Good Luck with ur story!
Reply:I'll answer backwards, if I may. 1. I see it. 2. It makes cerebral sense. 3. It doesn't make sensory sense, that is (a) you are telling me about it, rather than showing it to me, (b) it is decorative rather than rooted in the story--explaining why people think it's too much description, and (3) it doesn't flow.

First see, smell, hear, touch and taste the place, yourself. Then ask yourself, if you were in a particular situation, that is, if you were going to see a friend or an enemy, if you were going to see if a corpse were there, or were going to a party and on, which of these senses would stand out to you? That way what you describe would be pertinent to your story, not random or decorative, and your descriptions would be actually told as you sense them, not as you desire to tell them to someone.

The way you're "setting" the setting seems to have nothing to do with what it is you're trying to say with your story or your characters. If we sensed that behind your description was a need to make us feel what the character is feeling, then it would flow, and it would have meaning. We'd want more and more of it, but instead the readers want less, because it has the ring of a real estate broker "describing" a place, rather than an artist or a character in real life "experiencing" it with the anticipation of what is going to happen there or what has happened there or why she's going there. In other words, the inner life of your story and your character must be hidden in what you choose to show--again, that is show, not tell.

You might consider studying metaphors and similes; they make the descriptions very personally yours, more beautiful, original and captivating, and they allow you to create a setting that has unique meaning and the mystery that is in only you, as it is only in each of us. Anyone can say, "It lacked the amenities of a big house, yet it felt like home." It's a good sentence. But it's a great example of telling rather than showing by feeling through metaphors. What does home feel like to you? What amenities does this place lack?

"It smelled as if the kitchen hadn't been cleaned in months; curry seemed to be growing in the chinks of the walls, walls which hadn't been painted, which cracked and peeled as if hands had been clawing at them for generations, yet I could hear my mother's chocolate-custard voice even through the whining of the broken fan. I could see her lullabye-smile at my having arrived here, and as I rubbed the belly of one of the nine or ten cats which were mulling about, the softness of my bed arrived of a sudden and surrounded my legs and back. It was time to rest. 'All places are home in these weary and vulnerable moments,' my tired eyes seemed to be telling me." (Something like that!)

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To what does the title "First Lesson" refer to?

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First Lesson by Phyllis McGinley

The thing to remember about fathers is, they're men.

A girl has to keep it in mind.

They are dragon-seekers, bent on improbable rescues.

Scratch any father, you find

Someone chock-full of qualms and romantic terrors,

Believing change is a threat--

Like your first shoes with heels on, like your first bicycle

It took such months to get.

Walk in strange woods, they warn you about the snakes there.

Climb, and they fear you'll fall.

Books, angular boys, or swimming in deep water--

Fathers mistrust them all.

Men are the worriers. It is difficult for them

To learn what they must learn:

How you have a journey to take and very likely,

For a while, will not return.

To what does the title "First Lesson" refer to?
McGinley’s "First Lesson" is about the daughter’s views to her father’s attitudes of overprotective. By first lesson she means its the first lesson she learnt at any early stage of life, aslo because he was one of her first models to follow

She thinks her father is worry too much. She uses simile to convey this kind of thinking, she says, "Believing changes is a threat, like your first shoes with heels on, like your first Bicycle". In the whole poem, she uses rhythm scene of "ABCB" to convey her attitude of understanding toward her father. She knows the fathers are the worriers because of their children. They concern and care about their children.

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Good camp prank ideas please???

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so i go to karate camp every year. yes, i said karate camp it is amazing. it is SO fun. my cabin always has the best pranks. one year we stole one cabin's pillows and shoes. another year we stole a cabin's karate belts, hid them, then put them on the stairs and they had to climb up and down on the spiky stairs in front of everybody. then we changed all the guy's shoelaces with pink and purple friend's laces, and covered them with sparkles. this year, i'm kind of stuck for a prannk idea, so if you could help that ouwld be great! thank you =D oh it is a guys AND girls camp, i would be prankin the guys

Good camp prank ideas please???
scare the $h!t out of them!!

go outside their cabin and make creepy noices and freak them out. if they go outside to look, jump out of the bushes and make them scream!! make sure to be quick, cuz they cud report u anyway!

you can do this to everybody, girls AND guys, girls would be easier tho!
Reply:I'd dye all of the Karate uniforms pink and write "I'm a good girl" or something really gay like that on the back of the uniforms in deep purple. But nothing permanent though, that'd just be plain evil, like women when they're mad lol. Hey, thumbs up if you think this is a good prank.
Reply:Go to a store with a large garden center. Get a few containers of lady bugs (they sell them as a natural way to get rid of aphids, especially on roses). Near nightime, open up the containers and pour them out under the beds. It might take awhile for them all to start flying around.
Reply:YOU WILL NEED: couches (one for as many doors as there are on the victims cabin)

while the victims are sleeping, place one couch in front of each door to the cabin. if the door opens to the inside, at least the couch will gain the awe factor and is hard to move. if it opens outside....even better
Reply:uh......put shaving cream in their shoes? or if they have to get up by a certain time, and have an alarm clock, u could set it for like 3 am or something like that to make them get up early.
Reply:If they are sleeping on an air mattress put it on a lake while they are sleeping so they can float on water =D

i saw it on youtube it was hilarious!
Reply:steal ALL of their clothes and another idea is tie them to their beds with the belts
Reply:pee in the drinking water

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Any good camp pranks????????????????/?

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To kill a mockingbird?

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atticus is always saying for scout to "climb into his skin and walk around in it" in order to understand a person. why doesn't he say " walk a mile in his shoes?" why does he say "walk around in their skin" which is a more common saying?

To kill a mockingbird?
It is a matter of skin color. When this book was written, civil rights and Jim Crow laws we're still major social issues. To "Walk in ones skin" is more appropriate in this situation, because racism is the theme of the book, and by saying "a walk in their skin", Harper Lee makes clear the theme of the book
Reply:I read this book but at the beginning of the school year and I really don't remember the meaning of it but maybe he said "into his skin" so to emphasize the fact of the difference in skin color. Black and white ya know?

Hope it helps
Reply:walk a mile in his shoes is now a common saying but maybe when to kill a mockingbird was written it wasn't so common or maybe never heard of so he just may something up
Reply:no idea, but i think it's his custom, or his personality tells him to be different. he might relate better to walking in skin than in shoes.

hope this helps
Reply:hey !!

atticus says that to explain it more clearly to a child !! remeber scout is not a fully grown adult ........thought he never treated her liek a hcild he explained to her in a way she would understnd !!

all the best

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Reply:Because that is the line Harper Lee had him say, keep in mind that this book was written more than 40 years ago and the story takes place 70 years ago in the rural south, they may have used different sayings there and then.

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Work in Progress, Needs Advice?

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Please could you read through my story, I understand if you don't have time, I'd just like advice, it's an opening chapter, and definately not the final draft, the ending is somewhat rushed, but it gives the gist of it, but could do with a bit more describing and coversation with the wife.

Spelling is unimportant, I have spell checked once about half way through, and I'm bound to have missed things or used wrong tenses, sorry I will fix these, I just wanted to get the words down.

I understand also the whole, Mr. landon, Mr. brown can get boring, this will be worked on, first names will be brought in to make reading and typing easier.

It's just a bit of fun, nothing serious, something I've worked on for a few months, adding to whenever I get the chance around college.

Also the the words when copied in from notebook, got a put out of alignment sorry about this.

Thanks for any advice in advance!

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'Thud'...........'Thud'...........'Thu...

"Every time I walked several metres down the street, a loud thud echoed from behind me and

rang through my ears. I calmly carried on, attempting to not pay attention to the noise.

However the only other noise around was the sound of my steps which when compared to the

noise following me was like listening for a pin drop on a missile test zone. The noise filled

my head like an explosion in a cave, screaming for several moments after entry, bouncing of

the sides of my skull, until finally flooding out to carry on down the street. The noise

was unbearable, it brought me back to my days at University, trying to revise when everyone

else wanted to party. I became an expert at finding quiet places, unlucky for me that skill

was of no use to me in this situation. I quickened my pace so I didn't spend more than a

couple of seconds out of the light from the street lamps, which where the only thing

allowing me to continue, otherwise I would be in complete darkness. Although the noise was

unnerving, it wasn't close yet, which meant I had time to examine my surroundings. Probably

not the best thing to do, maybe I should have been running away, or even confronting it. I

mean, come on I'm thirty two and running away from a noise, it could have been a bunch of

kids playing a trick on me."

"My eyes swayed from left to right in a similar fashion to a pendulum, I was sure I could

have hypnotised someone with them had I met anyone. Walking down the street I found my self

drawn to glancing in through the windows of what I thought where shops, houses and

restaurants, but the only thing that gave me that impression was the fact it said it above

the windows and doors, not from looking through the windows, as I couldn't see anything

through them. The windows where painted black from the inside. After trying to find any gap

in the paint in the second chemist on the street, I decided I'd have a better chance on the

other side of the road. Pushing my self away from the building, I quickly spun around and

shot off for the other buildings. Before I knew it I'd lost my footing and got tangled up in

bin bags, then I was lying face flat against the concrete. Had I been alone I would have

sympathised with my self and laughed it off, But as I said 'had I been alone'. Now don't

forget this noise was still following me, it's not like I'd forgotten and was checking out

the shops for offers, or the restaurants so I could find a cheap meal deal for my upcoming

anniversary."

"Oh wait scrap that from your report, just encase my wife finds out I've said it, you'll

think she won't but she knows everything about me, even stuff I wouldn't dream of telling

her."

A tall man was sat in a small room, he had shoulder length brown scraggy hair, his eyes a

deep shade of brown looked like they were trying to escape from the sockets. His general

look wasn't that appealing. Opposite him was another man, dressed entirely in black from his

Sunglasses, to his suit down to his shoes. He sat holding a small burgundy notebook and

frantically wrote things down, hoping not to miss a word a Dictaphone lay on the table

as well.

"You Know what I bet somehow she knew about this, don't ask me how, it's just a feeling."

"Mr Landon, I couldn't care less if your wife knew the secrets of eternal youth, or the

meaning of life at the moment, I'm sat here listening to some loon, describe a dream he had,

about the time he walked down a never ending road, being followed by a noise which I heard

you described as being louder than thousands of foghorns going off altogether, in your last

interview." Mr. Brown proclaimed.

Mr Landon stood hoping to intimidate Mr. Brown by standing over him, unluckily Mr Landon

was a short stubby man, and rather than scare him, he seemed to strike his funny bone.

"Alan, If I may use your first name"

"Yes you may" Mr Landon spat back at him.

"I don't mean to insult you, however I have a deadline and I'd like you to get to the point

of your tale before we both die of old age. I mean have you actually read all your

interviews you've done. Take for example The one you did for the local paper, it was ten

pages of utter nonsense, you take anyone's comments on your story as an insult, and the

papers turn it round on you and make you look like some escaped mental patient. I suggest

after our meeting you just give people the basic facts, people aren't interested in your

story and won't sit there reading ten pages."

"Hey"

Mr Landon carried on the conversation as though Mr. Browns speech hadn't even occurred.

"What right have you got to come into my house and say it was a dream or even query me."

"I'm going to be frank with you Mr Landon, if it was true I doubt you'd be able to answer

any of my questions, because unfortunately I don't know sign language, and a noise that loud

surely would have deafened you"

At this point Mr. Brown slammed his cup of tea onto the table smashing his saucer, the tea

splashed out and landed on his wrist. Though the tea was fresh and still boiling hot he did

not flinch at all.

"I've had enough of this Alan, your just another one of those people that think they can get

money from making up these stupid stories about alien attacks. You do know there's been

around 800 in the past month, the past month, for christ sake, all have been found out to be

fake, the police, prime minster, general Gundore have all said so. So why should yours be

different, You'll be found out soon enough... I'm sure of it"

"You haven't even heard all of what happened maybe I could change your mind, now sit back

down and allow me to continue. Mr. Brown slunk back into his seat and although he'd rather

not listen, out of courtesy he did.

"Like I said The reason I was looking through the windows of the buildings was because They

where my only way out"

Mr. Brown, looked confused. His eyebrows raised and his mouth opened but before he could

ask a question, Mr Landon had carried on.

"The road looked like it went on for miles. If I carried on walking I'd end up well past my

house and probably up in Scotland by time I got to the end. If there was one."

"The entire street looked as though it had been deserted many years ago. Rubbish lined the

streets waiting for the bin men to come round in the morning, although it did look like they

had never been and rubbish piles just ended up getting bigger and bigger. The street carried

on for what felt like forever, I came across no other street leading off it, no alleyway,

all the houses and shops where packed so close together, the only thing I could do was carry

on going forward or turn round to face the noise."

"Suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks, up ahead was a body lying in the light of one

of the street lights. I ran towards it hoping the person was okay, well actually I was

hoping they'd know away off the street. From a distance they looked injured all curled up as

though protecting them self. I had to make sure they was OK. As I charged towards the body the

noise from behind quickened, as though it knew I had began to run and wasn't risking me

getting away. I stopped next to the person and bent down to examine him. I then realised the

noise had stopped and I could finally concentrate on him, rather than worry what had

happened to it."

"The man looked as though he was barely into his mid twenty's, I brushed my hand across the

side of his face to see if it would wake him, it felt like I was touching sandpaper, had he

ever heard of a razor, you know get the hairs you'd miss with an electric shaver as it just

can't get as close. He wouldn't have stubble then. Actually now I think of it maybe it was

just part of some fashion trend, he could have been trying to look older as he did have a

sort of babyish face. Not that there's anything wrong with trying to look older though I'd

prefer looking younger."

"Once again Mr Landon you are going off topic, I don't need to know any fashion tips,

especially from you, you of all people really don't have any right to judge based on looks

and come up with someone's life story just from there appearance, unless you know the man's

reason for stubble I couldn't care less."

"Now as you can see, I seem to have an empty cup, could you get that wife of yours to fetch

another in."

"Pass it here, I'll get you a refill, rather than disturb her."

"NO! Sorry, it's, just I noticed a bit of dirt on the cup, a new one will do fine."

"Suit your self, I'll be back in a moment."

Mr Landon stood up and made his way to the kitchen. Mr. Brown then sat back slouched on the

sofa, staring into the corner of the room, he nodded once and clamped his teeth together,

he repeated this action for the other three corners of the room, and then sat back upright.

Mr Landon then came back into the room carrying a tray with a fresh cup of tea on, oblivious

to the peculiar activity which had just occurred.

"Now I'll carry on, just drink your tea, slow, were getting to the good part."

"Instantly the man lying on the floor huddled up grabbed out at my hand and jerked up

right, his dark brown eyes fixated on my own. It was like looking into a mirror, they where

so clear, I saw myself. I looked confused, my hair was all over the place. As I ran towards

the man my hair must have been blown out of place by the wind. I looked confused and I was,

I mean it's not everyday I helped a strange person lying injured in the street, being

followed by a strange noise on a road that seems to never end."

Mr Landon stopped started into his cup of tea as though hoping it would reveal what happened

next to him.

"I remember thinking, have I gone crazy, was it something I ate or is all this just in my

head, maybe it's a dream. I could have fallen over and knocked my head on something and be

lying in some hospital bed, but I wasn't. "

There was a few moments of silence, still staring at his tea, it was as though Mr Landon had

a brainwave and remembered every little detail that happened, and once again he carried on.

"My arm started to burn where the man was holding me, a strange sensation like something was

coming out from the man's hand and was trying to push me away, even though he was the one

holding me."

"Get Down!" He shouted.

"What do you mean get down." I replied.

"Just get out of the way." The man said with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Hey I'm only helping you don't worry I'm not going to hurt you."

"Yeah well in a minute you'll be getting hurt by something if you don't move."

"Is that a thre-

"At that moment his other arm slammed into my side, I was sent to the floor and grazed my

arm along the concrete. The man looked angry with me, his eyes shot from me and the darkness

several times. I had no idea what his problem was but I thought it best I got away. I

dragged my self along the street,trying not to draw attention to myself, slowly I got up and

with out glancing back I carried on as I would have, if the man hadn't been there."

"I was stopped in my track as a screeching pierced through my head, I dropped back to my

knees, covering my ears, shaking, I tried to gather my strength and turn around. The noise

had stopped, everything was silent, until,"

'Thud'....'Thud'....'Thud'

"The pace of the noise had quickened, I had no idea why, I glanced back at the man to see he

was still there staring down the street. Further in front of him, the street lights began to

go off. The night was far from over and the sun was hours away from rising. Either there was

something wrong with the lights or it was the noise destroying them."

"Now I know the 'noise' wasn't destroying, at the time I didn't know what the noise was, so

I referred to the noise as though it was a living thing. I shouted for the man to run, but

he paid no attention so I made my way for him. Up ahead the lights where going out faster

and faster. It was a race for the man I had helped moments before. I arrived first and

attempted to drag him away he wouldn't budge like he was stuck on the spot. There was one

street light left until the noise would be on us. The ground was shaking and the thud had

been joined by a gentle groaning that felt rather pleasant compared to all the other noises

I'd heard that night."

"From out of the shadows a large figure strode out and stopped in the light in all it's

glory. It was a giant muscular figure with hands and feet at least four times bigger than my

own. It's skin was almost flurecant in the light, it had a thin layer of fur growing on it's

arms, legs and all over it's back. It had a greeny brown tinge to it's skin accompanied by a

pale yellow chest. It's claws where like curved blades able to slice through metal. It's

face was still clouded in darkness as it was taller than the lamppost."

"The man gazed at it in disgust like it was the most vile thing he'd ever seen but, I felt

as though there was something else another reason why he looked at it the way he did. He

raised his hand so it was pointed at the creatures face, and let out an almighty scream."

"Light shot from his hand and struck the monster square in the face pushing it back with

immense strength. It struggled to push it self back and force itself forward. With a flick

of the hand to the left the creature was sent into the front of a building, causing bricks

and glass to fall to the floor around the creature. I gasped at what I just saw, one man

just threw a creature into a building and not flinch at all. It must have been a regular

occurrence to the man as he'd already began to stroll towards the creature by time I got

myself back to normal. He pulled out a small dagger from his right pocket and took it out of

it's protective sleeve. He raised it high above the creature but stopped dead in his tracks,

as a second screech bellowed from above the building."

"I looked up to see what it was, but I already knew what to expect based on what I just saw.

I always tell myself to not think that everything will happen the way I expect it too.

Expect the unexpected. Unfortunately at times like this you don't have time to think about

anything and that's why I ended up getting thrown through a shop window. As I lay there

watching this giant, muscular creature casually walk over to where I lay, I could do

nothing. I couldn't move my arms or legs, Fear had me pinned down, because this was the

first time I had seen it's face. The creature lowered it's head from out of the darkness and

it's grotesque form took shape in front of me. Eyes the size of a clenched fist targeted

on me from behind scraggy hair that flopped in front of the creatures face, and being blown

about by the gust of air shooting out of it's nostrils. Fangs curved out of it's mouth like

tusks, but where as sharp as knifes, except the left one which had broken off half way down.

It's mouth opened and closed as though it was simulating eating me."

"As it craned it's neck through the window, it's breath awakened my senses and I found

myself able to move again, but before I could run, the creatures hand was already around my

waist and pulling me from the debris of the smashed up window. Back in the street, suspended

upside-down five metres from the ground I took my chance to look around for the stranger I'd

helped and in turn had saved my own life, but he was no where to be seen, the only thing I

could make out in the distance was the other creature still knocked out at the side of road.

Was this the end for me, or will my luck change. With in a split second that question was

answered."

"From out of the darkness a flash of red slammed into the side of the creature sending it

sliding down the street. As I stared closer at the flash of red, my eyes widened in surprise

as just down the street was a red double decker bus. The creature was now stumbling back up,

it looked at the bus with complete confusion, obviously it hadn't seen one before other wise

it would have known they are hardly dangerous."

"It seemed to be thinking over whether or not to attack me, or the bus, as though it had

learnt from this. I was shocked at my own thoughts and prejudices, just because it wasn't

human I believed it wasn't as intelligent but this proved me wrong, this creature wasn't

stupid and it was now finding another way to get me. The creature called out as though it

was preparing to make it's move. When the whole street was lit up flames engulfing the

creature from behind. The creature began to run around fiercly trying to put out the fire

but there was no way for it to be put out in the street."

"The buildings had caught a blaze, windows where shattering up and down the street. Rubbish that lay piled up

at the side of the road was quickly disappearing engulfed by the flames and smoke which was pouring out of

the buildings and ontothe street. The bus had slowly began to melt, no one came off and before I knew it all

that was left was a large puddle of red liquid in the middle of the street. Had no one been driving or had

they perished inside and now where nothing more than a puddle of remains mixed in with those of the bus."

"Looking around me I realized I was surrounded by the flames, theyre was no way out, this time I felt for

sure help would not arrive, no more buses would come bursting through the flames to pick me up and drive me

to safety, no strange men with glowing palms would fly down and away again with me in theyre arms. The idea

of this being a dream once again crossed my mind, before a blinding light in front of me emerged from the

fire, as it got close the light split into two, on either side of the lights two more pairs appeared, heading

straight towards me. Help had arrived, in what form I had no idea, but fear struck me, these lights where not

slowing down and if they kept going would hit me, I ran"

"Towards the flames was the only way, as far to the side as I could go, I was still in line with the lights

furthest to the right, terrified I curled up, placing my head on my knees, tears running down my face. This

nightmare was going to be over, the price I'd have to pay though, was my life. I closed my eyes and covered

my ears, I didnt want to see or hear the lights approach ready to kill me. However my efforts to drown out

any sound where crushed when the sound of tyre's screeching filled my ears. I jumped up onto my feet, and

quickly scanned my surroundings. The buildings had disappeared, the road had been replaced with the M25, the

lights where those of car headlights, driving down the lanes towards me. I dashed to the side of the motorway

just escaping the path of an oncoming lorry."

"I kept thinknig to my self, how had I survived again, I should have died at least three times that night,

but there I was perfectly safe at the side of the M25, and just a few miles from my house."

"Thats where I will have to interupt you Mr. Landon, you are correct, you should have died that night, and

theyre where numerous attempts on your life, all failing, I am yet to find out who aided you that night, but

where I do, they will suffer the sam consequence for escaping, as you shall." Stone faced, gazing at Mr.

Landon a smirk crept across Mr. Browns face.

Mr. Brown lept at Mr. Landon, over the coffee table pushing him into his chair. Grabbing him by the throat,

Mr. Brown attempted to strangle him. Mr. Landon Pulled off a succesful kick to the unprotected crotch of Mr.

Brown. Falling to the ground in pain, Mr. Landon took this time to strike back and protect himself in his own

house. Grabbing a conveniently placed lamp from the small table next to the chair he had almost lost his life

in, he strook down hard, after the previous events that had happened to him Mr. Landon was not taking any

chances and strook Mr. brown on the head a further three times. A blood spattered Mr. Landon stood over the

body motionless. His wife came rushing through the kitchen after hearing the fight going on. Dropping her

book she had been attempting to read in the bedroom, she dashed for the phone, without asking her husband

about the incident, she called for the police. She had feared for the past few days her husband would do

something drastic after telling him she thought he's been out all night drinking, rather than fight9ing for

his life, and he had punched her for it. the bruise was theyre but her tangerine cxomplexion from cheap

beauty products had covered it enough to not cause any suspicions among family and friends.

The minutes leadin up to Mr. Landon's arrest, went slowly, his wife sat cradling her husband in her arms, as

he wept in disgust of his own actions. Rage had filled him the moment he struck Mr. Brown, he tried to

persuade his wife, he hadn't actually done it, something had taken over him and he had no recollection of the

event. He tried to explain how he had wanted to kill his wife and he was only protecting her. She knew what

had happened and that he was trying to hide the truth from her, the thing is she had started to believe his

tale about his mysterious night, after all every time she heard him talk about it, she saw how terrified he

was about losing his life, how confused he was about the events and how all he had wanted to do was get home

and be with her.

She now began to regret ringing for the police, thinking about what to do, would she actually hand over her

husband to be sent down for murder, although it was self defense, the courts could find his mental state

unnerving and lock him up for his own good. Her concentration was lost when a loud knock from the door echoed

through the room followed by.

"Open the door, we know your in there" A deep, rough male voice shouted.

"Just a moment" She shrieked back. Getting to her feet she pulled up her husband looking him the eye and told

him to run.

The backdoor was the only way out, either that or through a window. Mr. Landon dashed into the kitchen almost

slipping on the freshly mopped floor. He burst through the door, without looking to see if he was being

chased, he climbed over the garden fence, and sped off into the woods. Mrs. Landon, got her act together, and

confronted the police, in her calmest voice, as not to arouse suspicion, she explained how they had just

missed him, and he had ran down the street, knowing full well he had infact gone in the opposite direction.

She then gave a fake description of her husband, but only the basic information, giving the excuse she was

still in shock and details of what had happened where blurry, so blurry that giving a description of the man

she loved was hard to do. The Medics pushed past after spotting Mr. Brown lying in a pool of blood, frantic

shouting from both police and medics, filled the house, everything was happening so quickly, Mrs. Landon

could not focus on one thing for long before being asked another question by both groups of people. She

panicked, and slummped onto her knees, leaning against the front door, tears streaming down her face, she

sobbed, saying nothing,she just watched.

Work in Progress, Needs Advice?
Not bad, I liked your realistic dialog. You need to edit it carefully for spelling/grammar. Stupid things like your/you're can be distracting. If you are into it, you might publish this on storymash where better authors can comment and even add to it. You can also make a few bucks.
Reply:It isn't the character's names that are boring - it is the characters themselves. This is showing - not telling. The characterizations are just not there. There is nothing in it that makes me care about these people. They are flat, two dimensional people thrown into a situation as two dimensional paper dolls. Totally lifeless. Uninteresting. It was a chore to read to the end. It was a giant information dump. An overload.

Also, you got off to a very wrong start by using the onomatopoeia as the first sentence. It did nothing to draw me into the story. In fact, it told me immediately I wasn't going to like it - that it was shallow and novice.

It needs a lot of work. Start by stopping. Spend time fleshing out your characters - do in depth character studies and really make them living, breathing people. Your dialogue suffers severely because you just don't know enough about these people and how they respond in situations. It is dull, uninteresting dialogue - no life in it whatsoever.

I highly recommend you read The First Five Pages. You desperately need to find out how to draw people into your work. Read William Faulkner. There was a man who knew how to grab you by your hair and pull you into his work and not let go until he was ready.

Stephen King says you cannot be a good author until you have become a great reader. I sense that you are not a great reader and that you need to read a whole lot more.

When you have honed and trained yourself so that you are skilled, try a rewrite. But for now, it is just not there.

Pax-C

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Childrens book i wrote, if you have some time let me know what you think?

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It was the first day of kindergarten.

Jacob looked so grown up in his red shirt and blue jeans. He couldn’t help but look down at his brand new gym shoes as he walked back and forth. He was so excited but a little scared at the same time.

He looked at his mom with a worried face.

“You will make lots of friends,” his mother told him.

The word friend made Jacob smile so big. His eyes lit up with a spark that warmed the room. Jacob asked with so much excitement he couldn’t stand still,” Mommy, can Checkers come with?”

She reached out her arms and said,” come here my little man.” She noticed how long his legs had gotten. She remembered when he was a baby and wasn’t much bigger than the bear that he loved so much. She picked up her son and placed him on her lap. Jacob, not fitting the way he used to, tried to find a comfortable position.

She hugged Jacob while memories filled her head.

Checkers was Jacob’s teddy bear. He arrived as a gift the same day Jacob was born.

His name was Checkers because of the blue and white checkered bow around his neck.

Jacob brought Checkers everywhere his mother would allow.

Mommy can I take Checkers to the Grocery store?

Yes Jacob you may.

Mommy can I take Checkers to the park?

Yes Jacob you may.

Mommy can I take Checkers to Grandmas house?

Yes my little man, you may

They would get tucked in together.

Can checkers get a glass of water before bed? He is thirsty.

Yes YOU may.

Can we leave the light on?

Checkers is afraid of the dark.

Yes you may

At night time Checkers was a soldier standing watch over his sleepy general.

If Jacob was sick Checkers never left his side.

Jacob always returned the favor.

They did everything together. They were

Heroes

They were Pirates

They were astronauts

sometimes they played Jacob’s least favorite game of hide and go seek. Checkers did not want to be found. That game would go on for hours. Jacob would never get his turn to hide.

Checkers even went some places where he should not have been.

(picture of him in the bath tub)

And some places Jacob really didn’t want him to go…(picture of him in the dryer)

Jacob’s favorite thing to do was eating cookies together.

“Are you going to eat that?”

Jacob would say to Checkers,

you are my best friend. I can tell you all my secrets.

“Mommy were you listening?”

“Can Checkers come with me to school?”

She took a deep breath, looked him straight in the eyes and said,

“no Jacob, not this time.”

Jacob replied, “But why?” His lower lip started to shake and tears started running down his cheeks. ” He will be scared without me!”

She replied,

“YOU shouldn’t be afraid.” You are going to have a great and exciting day learning so many new things. Checkers might get lost If he comes with you. Checkers can stay with me today and keep me company. Jacob hugged his mom and whispered, Thanks mom!”

Jacob wiped his tears, took a deep breath and said, in his most serious voice,” I have to tell Checkers a secret.” He jumped off his mother’s lap, held him and whispered in his ear, “You have to stay. Don’t be scared.”

then set him gently in the chair, facing the window. “Checkers, wait for me and keep mommy company while I am gone.” Jacob stated firmly. He took his mother’s hand and together they walked to the bus stop.

Jacob jumped up and down and said, “Look mom, the bus is coming!” She bent down and hugged him tightly until the bus stopped in front of them and the door swung open. “Ok time to go now. Everything will be just fine. You'll see.” his mother said.

His mother watched as his little legs climbed each step. She waved goodbye as the bus pulled away.

She came back into the empty house and saw the bear just sitting in the window waiting. She

Whispered, “He will be home soon, don’t be sad.”

When the day was over, Jacob was so happy from all the new things he saw and did. He ran in the door and yelled “I had a good day Mommy!” He started telling her all about his day. He was talking so fast she could hardly keep up with what he was trying to say. She heard key words like

fun, bus, letters, nice, teacher, two new friends.

Then he stopped, looked across the room and saw

Checkers in the same place he had left him in the morning.

He ran past his mother straight to Checkers, picked him up out of the chair, gave him the longest hug…

the biggest hug he has ever given checkers.

As memories went through Jacob's head, he thought of cookie-time with Checkers and how they would sit together at the table and share their cookies. Jacob asked "Mommy MAY I have a cookie?" Very good Jacob, said his Mother, you remembered to say "MAY I." You are growing up so fast.

As Jacob finished his cookie, he thought for a moment. “MAY Checkers have a cookie too?” His mother smiled and said, “Yes my little man, he may.”

She added, “Checkers thought about you all day long. He missed you so much.”

Jacob ran and gave his mother a big hug and said, “I missed YOU too mommy.”

Jacob ran to his bedroom saying,

“I have so much to tell you! It’s a good thing you stayed home. Hide and go seek would have taken forever!”

(picture of door shutting behind him)

Childrens book i wrote, if you have some time let me know what you think?
Honestly, I love it. It brings back so many feelings, and makes me feel emotionally connected to the story. Although, it may be too long as small kids (which seems to be you're audience) generally don't want to be read to for 15 minutes straight. Shorten some parts, but I love it.
Reply:It's a very cute idea. It was a little long for a story book, but you could make it work. Very nice. Good job. Keep working on it!
Reply:that was good
Reply:aw, cute =]]
Reply:It's a real good story and could help young kids that actually go through this as there sure are many, many that are attached to a certain toy, would be a great book for mums to read before they start nursery. I don't get the end bit though about hide and seek? I think it may have to be simplified a bit if it's for very young kids as I actually connected with the feelings and emotions in it as an adult which I don't think most of the very young would particularly grasp. It reminds me of my ted which I've had for 25 years (I actually lost him once at the fruit %26amp; veg shop!) It's a great story and you have a lot of talent - well done! =)
Reply:its a good childrens book for ages 3-7

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I dont know why i dreamt this!?

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ok! i had a dream that i was like some amusment park. i saw this old creepy building with stairs in front of it so i walk up to it. i look at the stairs and there about 2ft wide and there not really stairs there like flat so wheel chairs can go up it. i try to go up it but i cant like i keep slipping. then i decide to take my shoes off but the stairs are hot and i finally make it up them. then the stairs ver to the right and thier normal stairs so i go up them and open the door. its like a hotel and i go up to my room and there are there are two full size beds. the room is in pink.thr is high bed not like a bunk bed but really close to the celling.i got to the bathroom and there is a little bed by the sink.my sisters room is threw the bathroom and the rooms look just like our bed rooms(- all the beds) i go climb the high bed and for some reason i jump off and run i run thr the hall and thr r 2 rombies i hav a bat and i hit both and run away with my sister. i ran out of room 2 all of it

I dont know why i dreamt this!?
You would think one would go to an amusement park for fun, but you seemed to be attracted to a creepy building. I guess you are drawn to mystery or like to explore the unknown to a degree. You struggle up a ramp like stairs which is slippery and hot. You try not to let obstacles in your path or difficult conditions easily stop you, one you are set on a particular course. After all this you end up at your hotel room. A pink room is nice and feminine, and the high bed is unusual. This hotel room may represent an advancement in status or position in this world, while your sister remains in a position similar to conditions at her home. You may be motivated to improve the conditions in your life. But, there seems to be negative forces or people who are determined to give you trouble{zombies}. You do fight them off well. Life can be a struggle especially when you want to improve on your conditions and advance torward one's goals. But at least you have a lot of fight in you. Meditate/pray, exercise, and eat healthy, so that you will be strong spiritually, and better able to fight to create a positive future for you and keep negative type people or influences from interfering with your plans.
Reply:i think you are frustrated with life and are trying to reach a specific goal but are not succeeding. keep trying and maybe you will find a way
Reply:Neither do I.

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Killing the foot pain that is killing me?

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Well my class was spossed to see a play but it was canceled(wich I found out in 3rd period). So instead we went toured an old college. Amd I was wearing 2 1/2 (?) inch high heels with the cute outfit I had picked out because we were to wear dressy clothes thinking I would be on my butt all day. Well instead we had to climb a ton of stairs that lead into stuffy rooms wich increased my phobia of going down stairs(sprained ankle in 5th grade) and hay fever.

Well as soon as I got home I changed clothes and shoes(CROCS that are really broken in) and went to my doctors. And about 1 1/2 hours after my attire switch the bottom of my feet hurt to walk or move them.

It hurts on the bottm part where the boot like crease is. I know there is sore tendon there that is probaly causing this (dance is from where I know where tendons are).

Is the pain here I suspect?

How can I relive some of the pain? I haven't taken painkillers, I have just been tring to deal w/ it.

What would be the

Killing the foot pain that is killing me?
Better to look good, than to feel good

Ok.

Soak your feet in some hot water.

If you have something like IcyHot muscle rub..put that on them.

I stand up on my job all day, and I sometimes take the back massager and massage my feet.

Sounds like you have strained some tendons.

Remember your feet will hold you up the rest of your life. Be nice to them.

You dont want to end up crippled later on in life...because of cute shoes.

I worked for a shoe store once, and I bet 65% of people have feet problems.
Reply:Stay out of those shoes. High heels are to be worn for a short time when you know exactly where you will be. They are so against nature. God did not make your foot in that shape.
Reply:You need to find some other, flat, dressy shoes. Is all this torture worth it?
Reply:why suffer use the pain killers

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I dreamt that my brother was murdered. Details below. What could it mean?

2010-03-14T20:00:00.001-07:00

This was a few nights back, but I dreamt that Mum, brother and I were driving to see my cousins.

I remember we were in a log cabin in the East Midlands of England (I don't even know if it was an actual area but the landmark my brother was killed and/or found by had the word Devil in it.)

The woods by the cabin were dark with lots of tall thin confer-type trees (pines?).

I remember seeing a Bichon Frisée dog (my cousin has one) and seeing a dark wood wardrobe (Not necessarily in the same place).

The 'camera' gave a bird's eye view of the wardrobe, which was ajar and I could see cream and mustard-coloured clothes/fabric in it.

I think the wardrobe had some shelves by it too, which were 'climbed up' by the 'camera' or a brown mouse.

A couple (or maybe three) people came to take my brother out of the cabin. Brother was wearing white shirt, black V-neck jumper with black trousers and shoes.

I think he tried to struggle, but didn't manage.

I dreamt that my brother was murdered. Details below. What could it mean?
The log cabin symbolizes a sense of solitude, lonliness or a feeling of exposure to the unknown, this is further emphasized by the darkness around the cabin. It may have had a familiar feeling yet you haven't ever been to a place like that before. Normally, it's impossible to actually read in a dream, you must have simply been sure what was written on the landmark.

You seem to find some similarities between your brother and your cousin perhaps? or more likely that your cousin's dog provides you much comfort. It's not a young dog, but a more relaxed and mellow dog most of the time. (am I wrong?)

The camera view of the wardrobe is more likely emphasized the feeling that you have never been in this cabin before. Then you took a child/infant's point of view by climbing up the wardrobe to "explore".

I think you're worried about your brother or feel guilty about something that might happen to him due to who he associates himself with. you probably feel a little helpless about the matter. You might even feel that he as committed a 'Sin' and is in danger losing his soul in some way, even if you're not religious.

Whatever it is, you may not consciencously know what to feel guilty about or not have anything to be guilty for at all.

you know, one thing that didn't make too much sense. Does your brother not live at home? or isn't home often? Because you say that you dreamed that you heard about his death on SKY, which is the news I'm guessing. If that's the case then the whole interpretation is different: as much as he annoyed you, he provided some sort of security in your life and now you feel exposed that he's not around. Even if he's been gone for a while, you're just now feeling his absence.

by the way, if I'm WAY off, feel free to email me and tell me so.
Reply:The dream is just a dream, nothing more.

The content of the dream mearly reflects your underlying concern for your brother despite the fact that at times he annoys you.
Reply:by the sounds of it the cabin represents a close home feeling, i think you probably miss your brother and wish to see him more and maybe the place he was 'killed' has more to do with you life than his .

or

you may have been close with your brother at one point and you may feel he is in danger of something .

hope this helps

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A simple questions would somebody help me?

2010-03-14T20:00:00.000-07:00

1. What’s the longest railway tunnel of the world?

2. What does UFO stand for?

3. End this common idiom: "As fit as...

4. What is a Christian temple called?

5. What is the deepest Ocean trench?

6. What's the longest word in the English language?

7. What word can be a verb, noun, adjective, preposition, conjunction, interjection and a verbal auxiliary?

8. End this common idiom: "To be green with...

9. What letter is silent in the word "handsome"?

10. How can you write the phrase "tulips" so that it has a different meaning but sounds the same?

11. Who climbs mountains?

12. What does EC stand for?

13. What's the opposite of "deep"?

14. Where is the smallest bone in the body?

15. Which is the only mammal that can't jump?

16. What's another word for "fix"?

17. The word "funny" means both "amusing" and...

18. What are the things that wipe the rain off the front window of a car?

19. Who was the main actor in "Matrix "?

20. Who checks and balances the financial books?

21. Start this common idiom: "...do as the Romans do."

22. What is a Muslim temple called?

23. What does UN stand for?

24. Who mixes cocktails?

25. Start this common idiom: "...is worth two in the bush."

26. What's the opposite of "wide"?

27. What are the things you tie on your shoes?

28. How do you say "not happy" in one word?

29. What are the 7 wonders of the ancient world?

30. What's the most commonly used letter of the alphabet?

31. What is the outside of an egg called?

32. Who was the first man in space?

What is an electric machine for cleaning carpets called?

34. How many ways can you say the number "0"?

35. What's the short form of "until"?

36. Which is the biggest ocean?

37. What does the abbreviation "misc." stand for?

38. What’s the longest bridge of the world?

39. How do you call the player that guards the goal in soccer?

40. What letter is silent in the word "comb"?

41. How can you write the phrase "iced ink" so that it has a different meaning but sounds the same?

42. Who was the main actor in "Gladiator"?

43. What’s the world’s tallest building?

44. What letter is silent in the word "autumn"?

45. What did the Montgolfier brothers invent?

46. Who were the first Europeans to visit Canada?

47. What's the most important book in the Moslem religion?

How do you say "not employed" in one word?

49. Which is the smallest ocean?

50. When did the first man go into space?

51. Who is the top scorer of 2002 World Cup?

52. What is the full term for e-mail?

53. Where did the first atomic bomb used in war explode

A simple questions would somebody help me?
2. ufo-Unidentified Flying Object

4. church

6. ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

ARE YOU CRAJY ?????/WHAT DO YOU DO OF THESE ANSWERS.
Reply:In a word - Google. If there weren't 53 of them I might get back to you with more.
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Reply:You should have put that question in entertainment category.

I dont think you actually want the answers to these questions , so why are you fooling around???

If you seriously want the answers then ou can ask the questions separately..

:)
Reply:Ok, here are a couple of answers to get you started. Check out Google, Wikipedia, etc for the rest...

3. ...a fiddle

8. envy

9. d

16. repair

17. peculiar

25. a bird in the hand ...

39. goalkeeper

Good luck.
Reply:u can go and find out in :-

www.google.com

www.answers.com

www.wikipedia.com

www.encyclopedia.com
Reply:Just go to Wikipedia you lazy bum
Reply:Yes, put it in 53 seperate Qs. atleast 1/3
Reply:Hai friend,

Check ou tin google by typing ur questions in that bar u wil find answers for all questions da.
Reply:Be honest.Aren't you trying out for a quiz master's job?When can we expect the next lot of questions?Not too soon ,I hope.The answerers need some breathing time.
Reply:1. Japan, Sei-kan 53 850 m 13.03.1988 Subsea tunnel under Tsugaru Kaikyô ( http://home.no.net/lotsberg/data/rail.ht...

2.UFO Unidentified Flying Object

UFO Ubiquitous Findable Object

UFO UHF Follow-On satellite

UFO Ulead File Object (file extension)

UFO Ultra High Frequency Follow-On (Navy satellite program)

UFO Un Finished Object (related to crafts; knitting, quilting, etc.)

UFO Un-Filled Orders

UFO Unbelievably Fun Object (Megatech RC toy)

UFO Underwater Flying Object (from the movie 'The Abyss')

UFO Unfertilized Oocyte

UFO Unfinished Object

UFO Unidentified Floating Object

UFO Unidentified Floral Organs (Arabidopsis thaliana F-box protein)

UFO Unidentified FMS Order

UFO Unidentified Fried Object (cafeteria slang)

UFO Unified Film Organization

UFO Union Food Outlet

UFO United Flying Octogenarians

UFO Universal Fibre Optics (consortium)

UFO Universal Friendship Organization (Manipur)

UFO Unleaded Fuel Only

UFO Unobtrusive Flash Objects

UFO Until Further Order(s)

UFO USB FireWire Organizer

UFO User Files On-Line

UFO Utregse Frisbee Organisation

3.As fit as a butcher's dog %26amp; As fit as a fiddle

4. Church

5. The Mariana Trench (or Marianas Trench) is the deepest known oceanic trench (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_dee...

6. Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilico-volcanoco... is the longest word in non-technical English dictionaries, but according to the Oxford English Dictionary, it is a fictitious word created just to claim the title of longest ( http://ask.yahoo.com/20041206.html)

7. Fruit flies

like bananas; We may never see its like again; People of like

tastes agree; The rate is more like 12 percent; Time flies like an

arrow; They acted like they were scared; Like, man, that was far

out; I like to sleep in late on weekends.

8. Envy

9. D

10. (two lips) US (chew lips) GB

11. Mountaineer

12. To get the ans visit http://acronyms.thefreedictionary.com/EC

13. Shallow

14. At about 3.3 millimeters in length, the stapes – or "stirrup" bone – is the smallest bone in the body. In the middle ear, the stapes, malleus (hammer) and incus (anvil) increase and transfer sound vibrations from the eardrum to the sensitive hair cells in the inner ear. About 1 percent of the population develops a symptomatic form of a condition called otosclerosis.

In these people, the stapes bone develops growths that interfere with its movement against the fluids of the inner ear, leading to hearing loss. Dizziness, balance problems or tinnitus – ringing, roaring or buzzing in the ears – also may occur. Otosclerosis is often treated through surgery to bypass the diseased bone with a prosthetic. Hearing aids also may be useful. ( Visit http://www.4hearingloss.com/archives/200...

15. Elephants are the only mammals that can't jump

16. Repair

17. strange

18. windshield wipers or windscreen wipers

19. Keanu Reeves

20. an accountant

21. When in Rome...

22. Mosque

23. United Nations

24. a bartender

25. A bird in the hand...

26. narrow

27. shoelaces

28. unhappy

29. Visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Wonde...

30. e

31. shell

32. Yuri Gagarin becomes the first man in space on April 12, 1961

33. vacuum cleaner

34. zero, nought, oh, nil.

35. 'till

36. Pacific

37. miscellaneous

38. Lake Pontchartrain Causeway, 38422mts. (126,024 feet), completed in 1956, United States

39. Goal Keeper

40. b

41. I stink

42. Russell Crowe

43. TV Mast( category), KVLY-TV mast(structure), Blanchard, N.D.,United States, 628.8( ht. in meters) 2,063( ht. in feets)

44. n

45. Hot air ballon

46. The first Europeans to arrive in North America were Norse, travelling west from Greenland, where Erik the Red had founded a settlement around the year 985.

In 1001 his son Leif is thought to have explored the northeast coast of what is now Canada.

http://odur.let.rug.nl/~usa/H/1994/ch1_p...

47. Quran

48. Unemployed

49. The Arctic Ocean is the smallest ocean in the world with its size being ten times smaller than the Pacific Ocean

50. On 12 April 1961

51. Ronaldo with 8 goals

52. Electronic Mail

53. The events that took place in a remote area of New Mexico during the predawn hours of July 16, 1945 forever changed the world. In the early morning darkness the incredible destructive powers of the atom were first unleashed and what had been merely theoretical became reality
Reply:ufo-undefined flying object

autmn-n silent

2002 wc- rolando
Reply:2 unidentified flying object

4 church

5 challenger deep in mariana trench

6 Preuncoroultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoco...

9 e

11 mountaineer

13 shallow

16 repair

17 humourous

18 vipers

19 keanu reeves

20 accountant

21 when in rome

22 mosque

23 united nations

24 bartender

25 a duck in hand

26 narrow

27 laces

28 unhappy

29Pyramids of Giza, Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Colloseum at Rome, Collosus of Rhodes, Temple of Athena, Statue of Zeus, Light house of Alexandria

30 e

31 yolk

32 yuri gagarin vacuum cleaner

34 two zero and o

36 pacific ocean

37 miscellaneous

39 goalee or goalkeeper

40 b

42 russel crowe

44 n

47 unemployed

49 arctic ocean

52 electronic mail

53 hiroshima

Hope they're correct(most of them are)

YOU BETTER DECLARE ME THE BEST ANSWERER
Reply:Only my favorites:

04 Vatican

06 Equator (at 24,000+ miles)

13 Blond

17 "possibly homosexual"

24 Alcoholics

27 Pom-pons

31 Carton

47 Passport

49 Sea of Tears
Reply:oh no! not another questionner.........
Reply:i need a week to answer all this questions

19. Keanu Reeves
Reply:are you serious?
Reply:answer login people are not waste their time to answers these much of questions

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How do I keep my feet warm during winter training?

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I like to do sprints, climb hills, catch passes and agility drills.Right now I'm doing them in the snow. my feet are frozen! Any special shoes I can wear, or socks? I need spikes so I don't slip.

How do I keep my feet warm during winter training?
If you are wearing cotton socks, get rid of them. Get yourself some Smartwool, ThorLo, or Wigwam performance socks. That is the first thing. Cotton socks retain moisture and your feet will stay cold.

If you are getting your shoes wet, runing in slush, puddles, snow, etc. get a pair of trail running shoes with a Gore-Tex or similar waterproof/breathable liner. This will set you back $110 or so.

You can add things like gaiters to help keep the snow out and things like YakTrax or Stabilicers for traction.

Finally, you can buy performance snowshoes. Sounds nuts, but they make really short snowshoes especially desingned to run in.

You can find all of the things mentioned above at REI or EMS online. If you have a good local gear store, they may have the same stuff too.
Reply:I know this will sound funny but try a pair of panty hose, theyre thin and retain heat well--500,000 military men cant be wrong! Used them while in severe cold weather, worked for me.

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Why is it that cats do whatever they want to? They make much more trouble than dogs. Why?

2010-03-14T19:59:00.002-07:00

I have had dogs %26amp; I have had cats %26amp; all at different times. I feel much more at ease %26amp; satisfied with a dog becuase a dog doesn't climb on top or a refrigerator or on top of the dining room table. I found that my cat chewed more shoes than any of my dogs ever did. Even when told not to do something a cat will continue to do it. It knows better not to %26amp; will do it when you're not around and sometimes right in front of your face. A dog will listen to you when you say "no." Why are cats this way? I have a baby on the way and I don't want my cat in the crib or taking her toys but I know it will just do what it wants. I know I can trust a dog not to do these things once I tell it not to. So why do they continue to do things despite what you have tried to teach them consistantly? Another example is meowing. A dog you can teach to stop, but a cat will not stop when scolded. They don't make "no meow collars" for cats like they do for dogs and often cats can be much more obnoxious w/ meowing.

Why is it that cats do whatever they want to? They make much more trouble than dogs. Why?
Dogs are pack animals and are subservient to a pack leader; in the domestic environment, you are the pack leader and your dog does what it is told. What appears to be faithfulness is often the submissive behaviour of an animal evolved to be social. Cats do not form hierarchical packs, but they do form colonies based around related cats. The females form the a loose hierarchy while the males are more solitary and often itinerant, visiting different females in different parts of their territory. Cats initially view you as individuals sharing the same space and their attachment to you depends on your behaviour towards them - a bullied cat leaves or retaliates, a bullied dog all too often comes back for more. Feline aloofness is the indifferent behaviour of an animal which does not live in strictly hierarchical communities and has not needed to develop canine-style social behaviour. Remember too that dogs hunt in packs, they need each other, but cats are solo predators, capable of taking care of themselves.

Cats don't only live at floor level, climbing is natural behaviour for them, which is why they like to sit up on high places. The best way to keep them off tables, kitchen work tops etc., is to offer them an acceptable alternative such as a cat jungle, bookcase or shelf.

Cats communicate with each other though scent and body language. Humans don't always understand this body language, so cats have learned that they need to be vocal with humans when they want to get our attention.

The web articles below offer good advice on how to prepare your cat for the arrival of a baby which you may find helpful.

http://www.messybeast.com/cat_baby.htm

http://www.bluecross.org.uk/web/FILES/li...

Good luck.
Reply:my cats are all trained to not go on the table, counters, or fridge ... just like w/ a dog - training %26amp; consistancy.

i love them both to death %26amp; am glad to have cats %26amp; dogs in my home.
Reply:Obviously, you're not a cat person. Many of the things you describe are instinctual with cats, so very hard to discourage. Sometimes all you can do is put the cat in a different room or try to "out think" the cat. However, since you have a baby on the way, the cat may be just too much to handle. Find a new home for the kitty before the baby comes. Maybe when the child is about 4 years old you can consider a cat again.

As far as trusting a dog with a baby, I would never do it. You can say you know your dog and it would "never" hurt the child, but because it is an animal you can't be 100% sure. I wouldn't want to risk the health or welfare (or life) of my child.
Reply:never keep a cat they only care about themselves.dogs love people if treated decently.
Reply:I train my cats too. If my cats are doing something really bad I will use a squirt bottle and a "hiss". Later all I have to do it "hiss" and they stop.

I like when my cats talk, so meowing isn't a problem. Some breeds of cats are quieter than others. I have a super sweet Persian. She rarely makes noise. She does love to scratch so I got her a tall scratching post/bed combo. And I get after her if she uses my chair instead. So she now uses the post everyday.

Cats can be clicker trained also.

My cats behave great, but I encourage good behavior and discourage bad bahavior.

Current cat is 14 living with 2 1yr. old pups. Last cat lived to 20 with up to 6 dogs.

If my cat meows at me , it means she is hungry or her box needs cleaning. She does not meow for nothing.
Reply:Dogs have owners, cats have staff. They are independent critters and don't take to being trained very well. With patience and perseverance you can teach them not to jump on furniture and to use a scratching post but it's near impossible to get any more out of them!

http://www.nanceestar.com/CatRunHouse.ht...

This might help you understand your kitty a little better!
Reply:Duct Tape (sticky side up) placed where ever you do not want the cat jumping works wonders(worked on a Siamese). Meowing usually means something is desired by the owner of the meow. Check to see where the cat is when it starts talking to you. And if you do have a Siamese then I suggest just talking back to her. Meow back to her. If she is dancing around a food or water dish it could be you have neglected your "room service duties"

I had 2 cats before my daughter was born. I was concerned about one (the Siamese). None of my fears were ever realized. My tabby cat took it upon himself to be a critic of the baby's cries. He even looked at me funny when my daughter was screaming with this look on his face that said, "Where is the off switch for that noise box?"

Try the Duct tape though. After getting that ripped off of them the following morning they soon learn not to jump where they aren't wanted.
Reply:I have cats, and they're sooooooo wonderful!!! I have dogs too, and they're soooooo wonderful!!!

(: Our cats hang around outside though. I think they like it out there and they are smart and can explore!!! Make sure your kitty cat is safe though. :)

Why did you get a cat if you dislike them so much???

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Is this good?

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I’m only 13 and this is the 1st chapter of my book.

It’s a beautiful morning. The sun is peeking from the horizon. The spring air is fresh, and the grass is damp from the morning dew. The earth slowly awakens from the peaceful night before. Jake Clemons is always up in time to watch the sunrise. He’s up before the rooster crows.

He got dressed quickly to watch the sunrise. He put on his red shirt and some blue jeans. Everyone was still asleep so he had to be quiet. He tiptoed down the hallway. He passed Jamie’s room. Jamie was his 7 year old sister.

After he passed everyone’s rooms, he hurried down the stairs and out the door. He jogged towards the big red barn, then through hay and to the ladder leading up to the loft. He climbed up the silver ladder and jumped onto the loft where hay was spread out everywhere. Jake crawled towards the loft window and opened it. Then he sprawled out on the hay and gazed at the sunrise.

Watching the sunrise was a good time for Jake to think, and get his thoughts together. It was his only moment of peace during the day. He couldn’t possibly think in the day with all the commotion from his little sister, and all the work that had to be done, there was just no time.

“Cock-o-doodle-doo!” the rooster cried. It was time to get back to the house and cook breakfast. Jake usually made breakfast because everyone was just waking up at the sound of the rooster.

This morning he cooked scrambled eggs, toast, and he heated up some leftover sausage from the morning before. Everyone got seated at the table. It was delightful meal and got the day started off.

His parents usually watched the news right after breakfast, and then they get ready for work. Apparently they left it on, because Jaime was watching it when they got done watching it. He flipped the switch to turn the TV off.

“Hey!” Jaime whined.

“Jaime, you shouldn’t be watchin’ this stuff. It gives you nightmares.” Jake had already gone through experience. A few weeks ago they were watching the news and it was talking about some guy who escaped from the county jail near Chester. Jaime couldn’t go to sleep that night because she thought he would come and get her while she was sleeping.

“Fine,” she scoffed.

As soon as she left the room, he turned it back on.

“There is currently a prison escapee on the loose. He stole the security guard’s keys and escaped. He goes by the name of Greg Richards.”

It showed a picture of the escapee. He had a brown buzz cut, a goatee, and his ear pierced. He had a tan. He looked to be in about his late 20’s. The news anchor continued with the story, “He was last seen driving a black Dodge Ram. If you have any information about this man, please call the police.”

“Jake, turn that off. You’ll probably have nightmares just like Jaime.” His mother was always comparing him to Jaime like that.

“Yes ma’am.” Jake turned off the TV.

His parents left for work about eight and they usually got home about 5:00. His mom worked at the grocery store as the manager and his dad worked at the local bank.

There was nothing to at the house. Jaime asked Jake if he could play a game with her. He didn’t mind, but she wanted to play some of the stupidest games.

“Okay Jaime, what do ya wanna play?” Jake asked reluctantly.

“Let’s play hide and go seek!” Jaime shouted. Jake never argued against having to play hide and go seek. It was one of his favorite games. He usually let Jaime hide otherwise she would whine and cry.

They ended up playing hide and seek for hours. His parents finally arrived home, so now he could go do something instead of playing with Jaime all day.

Jake figured he’d ride is bike. It was in terrible condition with worn out tires, red and rusted paint job, and the seat torn up. But he didn’t care. It was his only option to get away from the world. It made him feel free. He rode it everywhere around town. Of course the town was small enough to see everything in less than an hour on a bicycle.

The town was called Chester. It’s a population of about 1200 people. Chester has a bunch of old buildings from a long time ago. But most of those are abandoned. People just had a hard time keeping business in Chester. A whole bunch of people moved, which caused a lot of businesses to move, also.

As he was riding his bike, he heard some bells from a distance. Not like the bells you hear at Christmas time, but big bells. They made such a noise that the whole town could hear them. Maybe even the whole county.

He decided to check and see where the bells were coming from. He followed the sound of the bells. It took about 2 minutes to get to where they were. They were coming from some large brick building with a white steeple. At the top of the steeple, there was a small cross. What kind of building has bells, and a steeple with a cross? He wondered. He decided to take a look inside.

He walked down the aisle of red carpet. There were people sitting in long stretched pews. Everyone was dressed nice and elegant. He felt like an outcast with the raggedy clothes he had on.

“Excuse me, young man. Why are you wearing such clothes?” an older woman asked him. He tried to speak but words wouldn’t budge. He was embarrassed.

“Young man?” she said.

He ran to the back of room. As he tried to get out the door, a man spoke. Jake turned around and saw a man in the front of the room. This man was tall. He looked to be in his 30’s. He was wearing a white robe with a green stripe down the middle.

“Thank you everyone for being here tonight,” he said speaking through a microphone.

“I am the new preacher. My name is Dan Miller. I have recently moved here from Alabama, with my daughter, Carley, and my wife, Joyce,” he stated gesturing to his family in the front row.

Carley had shoulder length brown hair. She had the most amazing blue eyes Jake had ever seen. She looked nothing like her mom, Joyce.

Jake figured he would stay and listen what Dan had to say. He didn’t have to be home until 8 and it was only 6:45. He went and got seated in the last pew. He paid attention to this preacher as he spoke.

“God has a great amount of power. He is so big. He can do anything!” Dan exclaimed raising his hands in the air.

“Anything?” Jake whispered to himself.

Dan preached for the next hour about this God person. He said God was the man who created this very earth, and created us to live in it. Jake couldn’t wait to tell his parents about God.

Jake glanced at his watch. It read at exactly 7:56. Jake was supposed to be home at 8:00 sharp. Jake jumped on his bike and sped away. His house was about 1 mile out of Chester, so it took him about 10 minutes to get home, but at the speed he was going, Jake could’ve swore he got there in less than 5 minutes. He jumped off the bike and ran to the house. He got to the door, swung it open and ran inside. He tried to be sneaky. He didn’t want his parents to know he had come in late. He completely forgot about the door making a ruckus every time it closed. He raced to door to try to stop it from making the noise.

“Jake is that you?” his father had asked from the living room. Jake was so exhausted from the ride home, he could barely speak.

“Yes, dad,” he said panting.

“Where in the hell have you been, Jake? You were supposed to be home 5 minutes ago.” His father was really strict about being home on time. He wanted to say he was just outside for a bit, but he couldn’t stand lying to his father.

“I was at a church,” Jake said looking down at his shoes.

“A church? Why were you at this church?” his father asked him with and eyebrow raised.

“Well, I was listening to this guy talk about God,” Jake explained innocently.

“My gosh Jake! There is no God. People just say that so they can have something to believe in. Now go upstairs and finish your homework.”

Jake ran to his room and went to his bed. He lay there, thinking. His dad was usually right about stuff. Maybe there was no God. Maybe Dan was full of himself and didn’t know what he was talking about. He listened to a complete stranger and believed it. His dad was right, there was no God.

“Jake! Dinner is ready!” his mom called from downstairs.

He headed downstairs at the pace of a gazelle. He was so caught up in all this God stuff he almost forgot about his stomach. He sat down and as soon as he was about to attack the food, his mom smacked his hand.

“Not until everyone is seated,” she said as she was putting the food on the table. He looked around and everyone was seated, except his sister. He almost forgot about Jaime, who was still upstairs in her room.

“Jake, go upstairs and get your sister,” his mom ordered from across the table.

Jake rushed upstairs and headed towards Jamie’s room.

Her room was all pink. She had a pink bedspread, pink lamp, and a pink chair. Her room was also a mess. Toys were everywhere. There was so much clutter, that you couldn’t even see the floor.

Jake hopped everywhere around the room trying not to step on anything. He finally reached Jaime, who was playing with her dolls.

“Hey, sis. It’s time for supper,” he said tapping her on the shoulder.

“Okay,” she replied.

They both headed downstairs and got seated at the dinner table. Jake and Jaime sat across from each other, and his mom and dad sat at the ends of the table like the queen and king in old medieval times.

Today’s dinner was his mom’s specialty, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes and gravy, and grilled pork chops. His mom sure did make a mean batch of mashed potatoes.

Jake could finally start eating since everyone was seated.

“So are you two ready for the first day of school tomorrow?” his mother asked.

“Yes ma’am!” Jaime called out.

Jake just sat there, not knowing what to say.

“Jake? What about you? Are you ready for school tomorrow?” his mother asked eyeing him from across the table.

“Uh. Yes ma’am,” he lied when the truth was he wasn’t ready for the first day of school.

Last year, his best friend moved away because his mom and dad got better jobs. It was a difficult time because he tried to make new friends but everyone ignored him. He hoped he would have better luck this year.

The dinner was fantastic. For dessert, they had homemade vanilla ice cream. Jake was so stuffed afterwards.

Jake cleaned up the dinner table and washed the dishes. Afterwards he went upstairs to his room.

His room wasn’t all decorated like Jaime’s room. It was more conservative. He just had off-white walls with the occasional artwork that Jaime had drawn for him on them.

He grabbed his notebook and an ink pen from his desk, then he got on his bed and began writing. Writing was Jake’s passion. He could write about absolutely anything. He always carried his notebook and his pen in case anything that came to mind, he could write down. He glanced at his watch. It read 9:27. Jake figured he’d get to bed at a decent hour. He put his notebook and pen under the mattress. Then he turned off the lights and went to bed.

Email me at aceedsall@yahoo.com to get more of the story.

Is this good?
OMG!!!

Great! Too long to be read
Reply:too long to read
Reply:This is what, your 1000th time asking this question?

Why not write the rest of the chapters, get the dam book published, than have the rest of the world decide if it is good or not!!

Okay?
Reply:Okay... you asked for critisism. It seems a little choppy. Choppy is good in some stories for certain parts, but all the time is a little too much. Try using compound sentences maybe, and add feeling to it. What is Jake feeling? Maybe get into his thoughts a little too. Some of the things seem a little cliche also. It's a very good start though. Keep writing! =)
Reply:i read this, it is very good!
Reply:excellent
Reply:Honey, do u think anyone is actually gonna read that?????
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Reply:THIS IS NOT THE FORUM TO SUBJUGATE US TO THIS.........send this somewhere else........
Reply:I think its really good! Keep up the good wokr! I write a lot fo stries too and IM 13
Reply:wow.......

it's really good

Puppy Teeth

How do I keep my dog from chewing everything!?

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I have a 6+ month Corgi mix. I can't get her to stop chewing. I understand the "separation anxiety" chewing that she does if we leave the house, but if I am playing with the kids in another room, she's in the living room chewing on chair legs, her leash, her crate.... everything! She'll do well for a week or two. She knows which toys are hers to chew on. Then, all of the sudden, she'll go back to chewing up shoes and such. She even tries to eat pebbles when she's outside in the yard. We swear she's part goat!

She stays with me MOST of the time, we keep the bedroom doors closed when no one is in there, we put her outside or in her crate when we leave the house and we keep things picked up off the floor the best we can (with two small children) and she still finds things to chew! Today, she chewed up her second leash in a month. She literally had to climb and jump to get to it. Why is she so desperately seeking out things to chew?

How do I keep my dog from chewing everything!?
There is a product called Bitter Apple Spray that you can put on things like that to get her to stop chewing. Whenever you notice her chewing, you can rattle a shake can (make one yourself from an empty soda can and put 20 or so pennies inside and tape the top) which will startle her when she is chewing, but make sure you keep the shake can hidden when you shake it so that she does not associate the noise with the CAN, but instead she associates it with the chewing so she doesnt do it anymore. You can even try a squirt bottle of water whenever she begins to chew. Try to praise her when she isn't chewing, or when she completely stops because of the shake can or the spray bottle. You can also give her her very own chew toy (try a Kong which is a strong and durable chew toy made just for dogs that chew a lot, and it is empty inside so that you can put treats or penut butter inside to keep them occupied for hours).

There are many reasons dogs may chew! It could be boredom, anxiety, etc. Perhaps she needs more exercize! Try getting all of her energy out during the day and see if the chewing subsides :)
Reply:Dogs/puppies chew because they have pent up energy and they are looking to release it. Do you walk your dog 30-45 minutes a day? Most dogs need at least that. Mornings are best because it relaxes them for the day. Another short walk in the evening or a "fetch" session in the backyard also helps calm them for the night.

Chewing is also pretty characteristic of a puppy teething. My dogs tries to chew stones, wood and even the concrete patio! Its just teething, but you want to direct in the right way so that it doesn't destroy your home!

It does sound like you are giving her plenty of things to chew on, but maybe keeping all of her things in a "toy box" so that she knows what is hers and where to get it will help. It did w/ my 5 month old pit. Sometimes puppies can start off chewing the bone, but as it slides around the floor and gets next to, say at table leg - that doesn't slide away - the chewing just transfers to something easier to get at. Try making sure she isn't near furniture or other chewables when you give her a toy. And anything you don't want chewed (like her leash) keep it out of her reach.

Really, the walking will make the most difference if you aren't currently doing. Try that and it should help. Good luck!
Reply:Eating rocks and shoes.... try a better grade of dog food. She may be nutritionally deprived. It is cheaper than replacing your house's contents.
Reply:I crate trained my dog. Whenever I wasn't able to keep my eye on her, she was in her crate. I also used Bitter Apple spray and/or Phooey on things she would typically chew on that she wasn't allowed to.

Also, this may sound harsh, but it WORKED! When mine was little, she chewed up my favorite sandals that I have yet to ever find and replace. I took the sandal she chewed up and put it on her collar for a day. She had the hardest time walking about and it drove her nuts! When I removed it, she avoided ALL shoes after that experience. She had completely stopped chewing things up after that :-)

My personal thought was that it was better for her to have a rough day than to keep having numerous bad days due to chewing.

Be sure and supply her with natural chew toys such as cow hooves and such. Rawhide really isn't good for them. Rawhide can cause them to be more hyper plus it can be dangerous. Rawhide when wet can break off and get swallowed. It just sits there and can not be digested properly.

Good luck with training!
Reply:There is a bitter apple spray that they sell at petco that should help with the chewing. Also letting your pup no in a stern voice and rewarding positive behavior
Reply:At 6 months, she could be still getting her adult teeth in and chewing relieves some of that pain. You can try getting some carrots and freezing them. She can then chew on those to her hearts delight.

Check her mouth and see if she has any teething issues. She may need a trip the vet if her teeth are not coming in straight.
Reply:sounds to me like she's teething! i used to give my dogs frozen hotdogs!!! (all beef of course) or try giving her a "cow hoof" they last a long time and help to cut those teeth in quick! if all else fails, i found hot pepper juice does the trick( my dog LIKED the taste of bitter apple!) it really won't hurt them, and does the job! i watered it down so it wasn't so hot. no need to cause them pain. if all else fails, keep her crated unless you can be right there with her.
Reply:There is no real reason why. Puppies will chew. What works for me and I am an owner of 11 Shih Tzu's is be consistent. At the present time I have 3 new puppies they have been with me now for 2 months the girls are not chewing anymore, but the little guy still is. It's paper this week. But what has always worked is being firm. NO and mean it. Take away what they have and give them something they can chew. It works. Sometimes it takes longer on some dogs. But it works. No yelling no hitting just be firm with a firm voice. Ignore him for awhile if he keeps it up, but just be consistent. Also it is not toys she should be chewing on . You should have all kinds of tasty chews for your dog. Besides there good for their teeth.
Reply:She might be still teething.
Reply:Well you can just give him a bone or chew toy.
Reply:try a firm no or what ever noise you use to let her know what she is doing is wrong, redirect her to a chew and then praise her for chewing it or playing with something appropriate. There are also bitter apple sprays and a spray called phooey that you can put on furniture that will have a natural consequence of tasting foul when she puts her mouth on them. word of caution do not spray it where food goes and do not get it on your hands. It tastes completely foul and does not easily come off.
Reply:I had the same issue with my doTheres many things to stop this:

theres a toy called .Kong. and you fill it with treat for her to bite and chew on

bitter apple spray

fill a coke can with pennies and when you catch her biting, shake it. they dont like this noise

and ask for help at hte vets

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Who wrote the poem "A Love of death"?

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Imagine a child from Virginia or New Hampshire

Alone on the prairie eighty years ago

Or more, one afternoon—the shaggy pelt

Of grasses, for the first time in that child’s life,

Flowing for miles. Imagine the moving shadow

Of a cloud far off across that shadeless ocean,

The obliterating strangeness like a tide

That pulls or empties the bubble of the child’s

Imaginary heart. No hills, no trees.

The child’s heart lightens, tending like a bubble

Towards the currents of the grass and sky,

The pure potential of the clear blank spaces.

Or, imagine the child in a draw that holds a garden

Cupped from the limitless motion of the prairie,

Head resting against a pumpkin, in evening sun.

Ground-cherry bushes grow along the furrows,

The fruit red under its papery, moth-shaped sheath.

Grasshoppers tumble among the vines, as large

As dragons in the crumbs of pale dry earth.

The ground is warm to the child’s cheek, and the wind

Is a humming sound in the grass above the draw,

Rippling the shadows of the red-green blades.

The bubble of the child’s heart melts a little,

Because the quiet of that air and earth

Is like the shadow of a peaceful death—

Limitless and potential; a kind of space

Where one dissolves to become a part of something

Entire ... whether of sun and air, or goodness

And knowledge, it does not matter to the child.

Dissolved among the particles of the garden

Or into the motion of the grass and air,

Imagine the child happy to be a thing.

Imagine, then, that on that same wide prairie

Some people are threshing in the terrible heat

With horses and machines, cutting bands

And shoveling amid the clatter of the threshers,

The chaff in prickly clouds and the naked sun

Burning as if it could set the chaff on fire.

Imagine that the people are Swedes or Germans,

Some of them resting pressed against the strawstacks,

Trying to get the meager shade.

A man,

A tramp, comes laboring across the stubble

Like a mirage against that blank horizon,

Laboring in his torn shoes toward the tall

Mirage-like images of the tilted threshers

Clattering in the heat. Because the Swedes

Or Germans have no beer, or else because

They cannot speak his language properly,

Or for some reason one cannot imagine,

The man climbs up on a thresher and cuts bands

A minute or two, then waves to one of the people,

A young girl or a child, and jumps head-first

Into the sucking mouth of the machine,

Where he is wedged and beat and cut to pieces—

While the people shout and run in the clouds of chaff,

Like lost mirages on the pelt of prairie.

The obliterating strangeness and the spaces

Are as hard to imagine as the love of death ...

Which is the love of an entire strangeness,

The contagious blankness of a quiet plain.

Imagine that a man, who had seen a prairie,

Should write a poem about a Dark or Shadow

That seemed to be both his, and the prairie’s—as if

The shadow proved that he was not a man,

But something that lived in quiet, like the grass.

Imagine that the man who writes that poem,

Stunned by the loneliness of that wide pelt,

Should prove to himself that he was like a shadow

Or like an animal living in the dark.

In the dark proof he finds in his poem, the man

Might come to think of himself as the very prairie,

The sod itself, not lonely, and immune to death.

None of this happens precisely as I try

To imagine that it does, in the empty plains,

And yet it happens in the imagination

Of part of the country: not in any place

More than another, on the map, but rather

Like a place, where you and I have never been

And need to try to imagine—place like a prairie

Where immigrants, in the obliterating strangeness,

Thirst for the wide contagion of the shadow

Or prairie—where you and I, with our other ways,

More like the cities or the hills or trees,

Less like the clear blank spaces with their potential,

Are like strangers in a place we must imagine.

Who wrote the poem "A Love of death"?
Robert Pinsky of course.. Have you read this one??

At Pleasure Bay In the willows along the river at Pleasure BayA catbird singing, never the same phrase twice.Here under the pines a little off the roadIn 1927 the Chief of PoliceAnd Mrs. W. killed themselves together,Sitting in a roadster. Ancient unshaken pilingsAnd underwater chunks of still-mortared brickIn shapes like bits of puzzle strew the bottomWhere the landing was for Price's Hotel and Theater.And here's where boats blew two blasts for the keeperTo shunt the iron swing-bridge. He leaned on the gearsLike a skipper in the hut that housed the worksAnd the bridge moaned and turned on its middle pierTo let them through. In the middle of the summerTwo or three cars might wait for the iron trussworkWinching aside, with maybe a child to noticeA name on the stern in black-and-gold on white,Sandpiper, Patsy Ann, Do Not Disturb,The Idler. If a boat was running whiskey,The bridge clanged shut behind it as it passedAnd opened up again for the Coast Guard cutterSlowly as a sundial, and always jammed halfway.The roadbed whole, but opened like a switch,The river pulling and coursing between the piers.Never the same phrase twice, the catbird fillingThe humid August evening near the inletWith borrowed music that he melds and changes.Dragonflies and sandflies, frogs in the rushes, two bodiesNot moving in the open car among the pines,A sliver of story. The tenor at Price's Hotel,In clown costume, unfurls the sorrow gatheredIn ruffles at his throat and cuffs, high quaversThat hold like splashes of light on the dark water,The aria's closing phrases, changed and fading.And after a gap of quiet, cheers and applauseAudible in the houses across the river,Some in the audience weeping as if they had meltedInside the music. Never the same. In BerlinThe daughter of an English lord, in loveWith Adolf Hitler, whom she has met. She is takingPossession of the apartment of a couple,Elderly well-off Jews. They survive the warTo settle here in the Bay, the old ladyTeaches piano, but the whole world swivelsAnd gapes at their feet as the girl and a high-up NaziExamine the furniture, the glass, the pictures,The elegant story that was theirs and nowIs part of hers. A few months later the EnglishEnter the war and she shoots herself in a park,An addled, upper-class girl, her life that passesInto the lives of others or into a place.The taking of lives--the Chief and Mrs. W.Took theirs to stay together, as local ghosts.Last flurries of kisses, the revolver's barrel,Shivers of a story that a child might hearAnd half remember, voices in the rushes,A singing in the willows. From across the river,Faint quavers of music, the same phrase twice and again,Ranging and building. Over the high new bridgeThe flashing of traffic homeward from the racetrack,With one boat chugging under the arches, outwardUnnoticed through Pleasure Bay to the open sea.Here's where the people stood to watch the theaterBurn on the water. All that night the fireboatsKept playing their spouts of water into the blaze.In the morning, smoking pilasters and beams.Black smell of char for weeks, the ruin alreadySoaking back into the river. After you dieYou hover near the ceiling above your bodyAnd watch the mourners awhile. A few days moreYou float above the heads of the ones you knewAnd watch them through a twilight. As it grows darkerYou wander off and find your way to the riverAnd wade across. On the other side, night air,Willows, the smell of the river, and a massOf sleeping bodies all along the bank,A kind of singing from among the rushesCalling you further forward in the dark.You lie down and embrace one body, the limbsHeavy with sleep reach eagerly up around youAnd you make love until your soul brims upAnd burns free out of you and shifts and spillsDown over into that other body, and youForget the life you had and begin againOn the same crossing--maybe as a child who passesThrough the same place. But never the same way twice.Here in the daylight, the catbird in the willows,The new café, with a terrace and a landing,Frogs in the cattails where the swing-bridge was--Here's where you might have slipped across the waterWhen you were only a presence, at Pleasure Bay. Robert Pinsky
Reply:its really deep.

i love it.

i write poems too, and so do most of my friends, so i've seen alot and believe me....you got soemthing.
Reply:ya that is a good poem
Reply:Robert Pinsky
Reply:Pinsky. :)

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I really don't like the dog, what do I do?

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My step-dad's friend gave my fiance and I a 1 year old Great Dane 2 weeks ago. Before the guy brought the dog over, he told us he was house trained, up to date on all his shots and never bothered anything in the house. I really didn't want the dog, I was giving it to my grandma but the moment my fiance saw it he just fell in love with the dog. Well I let him keep it and now, 2 weeks later the dog is well house trained but they lied about everything else, the dog has no shot record and chews on anything and everything in the house, rugs, sofa cushions, shoes, paper, he even got a hold of my fiance's cigarettes and ate them. I am beginning to hate this dog but my fiance says he's not getting rid of him. I can't put him in the backyard b/c we have a pool and if he jumps in he cannot climb back out on the ladder and will drown. I am also 29 weeks pregnant and do not want this dog that I've known for 2 weeks in the house when my baby comes. Do I make him choose? do i give the dog away?

I really don't like the dog, what do I do?
A relationship is give and take. Why not sit you boyfriend down and explain how you feel. I don't think it is fair to give the dog away with out telling him. (put yourself in his shoes). If he really wants the dog then he is going to have to be responsible for the dog (he should realize that he is going to have double the work after the baby comes). For instance, train the dog, crate train the dog, walking the dog (that gets rid of a lot of energy). The dog is a puppy so he is just going through a chewing stage.
Reply:I think you make him understand by saying this..."I understand that you care about this dog and I do to, however I don't think we can give him the life he deserves. He would be much happier in a place where he can run and have places to play, without getting hurt." You sound like you do care about this dog and you want him to be taken care of and you need to make your fiance start thinking about the dog and what is best for him. If he cares about the dog he will want what is best for him. He sounds like a good dog, and with a little help from someone who can be around and teach him, he will become a great dog. I think you are doing the right thing. Everyone in the family needs to be on the same page when taking on the responsibility of a pet.
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Reply:Taking on an animal of any kind needs agreement by all those living in a house, it also needs some thought as to other circumstances such as getting to work and leaving the animal alone etc. My advice would be to have your fiance agree to rehoming the dane, even on a temporary basis to your aunt;s farm, where he can get the type of freedom he'll enjoy, your fiance can visit him anytime and take him out so he can have the best of both worlds. Good Luck, Jim
Reply:How frusting this must be for you. It sounds to me that the dog is leading the household. The first rule to dog ownership is letting the dog know that you are in control. You need to master the walk. Walking your dog is very important for the dog to know that you are the leader and the dog is the follower. You can also make certain rooms off limits. I hope you can make this work.
Reply:It sounds like this isn't the dog for you guys. Especially if you have a new baby on the way, there is no way in really telling how the dog is going to react. That plus the fact that there will be more expense because the dog isn't up to date on vaccinations, something you will definitely need to do. The dog sounds like it will be more stress for you.

If you were planning on giving the dog to your grandmother, could you do that? This way, you're fiance will still be able to visit the dog, I think that he'll get over the fact that the dog isn't there, especially once he realizes he's not sitting in a hole the dog ate in the couch.

Plus he'll have a baby to love soon.

JMHO, lots of luck to you and your new baby.
Reply:If he really insists on keeping on keeping the dog insist he take it through GOOD obedience training. With some good, consistent training you may just end up with a good family dog.
Reply:The dog is chewing and destroying things out of sheer boredom. If your fiance wants to keep him, he needs to commit to obedience training and lots and lots of exercise to stop the destructive behavior. If he is unwilling to make that commitment, then you should give the dog to your grandma.

You are about to go through a lot of life change and taking on a very large dog at this point is a lot of turmoil in your house. No one should ever take on a new pet (let alone a great dane) when one member of the household does not want the pet. Talk to your fiance about what is needed on his part to solve the problem. If he is unwilling to put that much effort into it, make it clear he is not being fair to the dog or to you and the baby. If you frame it in those terms, maybe he'll understand.
Reply:This dog is still a puppy..he is chewing on stuff because he is teething (would you hate your baby when he/she starts teething?) same thing, it's not his fault..their gums hurt and chewing relieves the pain.

Large dogs like this will not stop chewing until they are 2 years or older..get him a crate..only let him out of the crate when he can be watched...and provide him lots of chewy toys..a puppy kong (my pup looooves her puppy kong) and petsmart has these bacon flavored fish specially made to soothe sore gums.

Also, take doggy to obedience class..your boyfriend and you together..play a major role in his obedience training.

as to your boyfriend becoming attached quickly it is quite possible to become attached to a dog in a very short time..I was attached to mine the minute I saw her lovely large little paws! you are not being fair to your fiance to not try and love his dog (he chose you..wouldn't you expect that his taste in who to love would be good?)

Well trained doggies are great for little kids..after he gets over his teething stage and has been properly trained you will soon wonder how you ever lived without him...just keep telling yourself..he's still a baby and needs love, nurturing, boundries and kindness and excercise.

Honestly if my SO said "me or the dog" Me and my dogs would be the only ones left in that relationship.

PS%26gt; pythons around babies are far more dangerous than big dogs..i suggest you do some research on python ownership in homes with small children..what you find will make you turn green...and you shouldn't have a small dog in a house with a python also..
Reply:This sounds like a very difficult situation. The first thing I would say is do not, under any circumstances, give the dog away without your fiance's knowledge. This is a betrayal of his trust. If you can't be honest and sit down and talk with him about this issue, how can you expect to discuss even more important issue within your marriage? That is not the way to begin your life together. The second thing I would say is that you need to sit down and calmly discuss this situation with your fiance. Explain to him, logically, why this new dog isn't working out for you, and see what you can do to fix it. Maybe your fiance could try harder to keep the dog from chewing, i.e. buying the dog toys, a crate, taking it for walks, playing with it, training it, etc. If he really loves the dog as much as you say, then he will be willing to put in the extra effort. Also, please don't take your frustration with the situation out on the dog. He's a puppy in a brand new home, so please show some patience. I know that him eating your stuff can be exceptionally frustrating, my dog did the same thing, as well as having to take him to the vet, but with a little work, he'll make a wonderful pet. As for your pregnancy, that is something else you will have to discuss with your fiance. Having a puppy and a baby is double the stress, so that's something that both of you will have to consider. I wish you the best of luck, and congrats on the baby!
Reply:yeah do what is best for the baby, it is also better for the dogs welfare. maybe ur fiance does want 2 get rid of it but doesnt want the guilt, so if u do it behind his back then he wont have the guilt. if he gets really upset u could always get the dog back she is ur grandma so it isnt the end of the world if u say u want 2 try again
Reply:your fiance needs to come to his mind.

you have a baby coming soon, you dont need to clean up after the dog. Tell your fiance that, your sorry but the dog can have a better home, and yall can get another small puppy.
Reply:Here is a little info for your big problem, take this into consideration before making a decision and see if it works....

I have a Tibetan Terrier which are known as hyperactive and very mouthy dogs as is- ESPECIALLY when they are teethng. What helped us out was distracting our little guy through the use of dog toys, Kongs and a couple other techniques. I think this link will help you out, http://www.whole-dog-journal.com/sample/... Even if your dog is a puppy or not...

Dog Kongs are great for feeding and require your dog or pup to exercise more of a mental effort in the feeding process distractring them from doing more harmfull/compulsive behaviors like chewing on furniture or themselves for that matter.

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Reply:A person, grandmother, who wants the dog -- what more could you ask for. Babies and pups can be very difficult. Your family needs to wait until it has time for a dog, which isn't really right now with a new baby on the way. I believe you certainly are justified in giving this dog away and you indeed should give it away -- because you want to.
Reply:Tell them politely that you do not want a dog and ask if he wants it back. Otherwise, bring it to the Humane Society. It's not nice to give someone a dog they don't want. Dogs are a lot of work.
Reply:Talk to your b/f and tell him that the dog is not working out. Say you are having a baby soon and it will be way too much for you. Also that he is destroying the house and it isn't fair. Tell him that your Grandmother wants the dog and she will give the dog a good home. He has to agree, as this dog is way too much for you now. There are wonderful non kill animal shelters in every town, so if you have to give him away to a shelter, chose that kind. All you need to do is give a donation. If your b/f balks at the dog leaving, then tell him you are leaving and you won't be back till the dog is gone. Call his bluff as this dog is giving you stress that you don't need when you are pregnant. Also he should care about his baby more than this dog. How does he know that this dog will accept a baby? A great dane is a very large animal and is dangerous to an infant. I am an animal lover, but this could be a very dangerous situation, so you must lay down the llaw...don't worry he won't let you go, I assure you. Good Luck to you
Reply:Before making any difficult decision, maybe you can grow to like the dog, if it means alot to your fiance then you should try and give it another go, after all it only has been 2 weeks. If the dog was house trained, you can definatly train him not to chew on your stuff.

And if you do haul the dog off to your grandmas, i think that is really messed up, the dog is something your fiance cherishes.

How would you feel if your fiance took something precious from you and hauled it off. It's not very nice to do something like that.
Reply:It's a puppy .. That's very normal.

Second, the choice ends to who owns the dog %26amp; house.
Reply:You should really consider compromising with your fiance. Give the Dane to your Grandma and you and your fiance pick out a dog together. It's not fair to the dog to live in a house where someone hates it. Dogs need love, not to be the object of someones constant resentment. That poor dog will sense it and have behavioral issues because of it. But no absolutely you should not give the dog away without your fiances approval. If it comes down to it, make him choose, if by some crazy occurrence the fiance chooses the dog he's had for 2 weeks over you and your baby then the relationship wasn't gonna work anyhow and your better off without him.
Reply:How about you compromise with him and let him go pick out a puppy that's small and stays small.

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Where's the weirdest/funniest place your pet ever gave birth?

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I had a cat when I was a teenager, and one time when we were gone for the day, she climbed into one of my dresser drawers and had her kittens all over my brand new school clothes.

Another time, she crawled into my mother's closet and had kittens all over her shoes.

We had her fixed after that........lol

Where's the weirdest/funniest place your pet ever gave birth?
My husbands cat when he was younger had her babys right next to his head on his bed while he was sleeping........
Reply:When I was growing up we had lots of cats and I remember one having kittens in a bottom drawer, but the strangest place was on my STOMACH as I slept. Strange, but true.

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Can you top this?

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When he comes home, bring him a beer and sit him down in his favorite chair. Tell him you'll be right back. Then, go to the bathroom and draw a hot bath. Take off your clothes and put on your robe. Go in the bedroom and turn down the bed.

Go back the living room. Stand in front of him. Drop the robe. Sit in his lap facing him and kiss him really good and really long. Softly slip your tongue in his mouth. While you are kissing him, take off his shirt. Then kneel and take off his shoes and socks. Grab his hand and pull him to his feet and take off his pants and underwear.

Then lead him by the hand to the bathroom and climb in the tub with him. Talk to each other, wash each other. (If you're up for it, let him shave your legs or .... Mmmmm.) Dry each other with soft towels and then lead him to the bedroom.

Think of some things that you and he have not done together (or don't do very often) and do them. Maybe it's good time to try anal sex or food games if you haven't done it before.

During all of this, tell him that you love him, that you're glad he's your man and that you're his woman.

Can you top this?
Are you a man? Cos this sounds like a man-fantasy, to me. lol

What, did you just watch the Stepford Wives? Total subservience %26amp; waiting on your man hand %26amp; foot? Okay, how about this - put the woman in the chair %26amp; let the man do all of those things for her!! Now that sounds more like it!!!!!
Reply:sound fun but I have done better.
Reply:yea thats awsome you sound like a profetional....=)
Reply:Good one!
Reply:sounds delightful
Reply:so what's the question again?
Reply:wow can u plz do that to me
Reply:well thats life if you feel easy about it or you dont like it it is your choice after all .
Reply:I'm up to do this with my man
Reply:The only way to top that is to have someone that does that for you on random occasions for no reason other than to be with you. When he slips up and forgets how good he has it....call me!
Reply:I don't think u could top that!!
Reply:Can only be topped by doing that more often :)
Reply:Sounds good to me.
Reply:interesting
Reply:omg you actually did that?!? that is so cool!!
Reply:Sounds good but you forgot the candles!
Reply:Sounds like a typical night at my house .... except I would have given him a BJ while I was taking off his clothes ... it's just the polite thing to do when you're undressing the opposite sex ... lol ... !
Reply:What times dinner?
Reply:bulll heres whatll happen you bring hinm a beer and then u drop your robe and hes gunna say not now the packers are playing
Reply:Thats pretty good except for the beer part. beer is just nasty and our bodies dont need it.
Reply:Why can't more girls think like you?? That is hella sexy, and will keep a relationship going for a long while. Good tip, good tip. A++. ~JUStin
Reply:Yup. Answer the door naked and drop to your knees the instant he closes the door. Then turn on football. Dont let him please you. That will be later. Or please yourself in front of him. Not all men like the romantic mushy sh*t.
Reply:Don't know about topping it. But I sure would like to experience it.
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Attention parents, childrens book i wrote if you have some time, let me know what you think?

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It was the first day of kindergarten.

Jacob looked so grown up in his red shirt and blue jeans. He couldn’t help but look down at his brand new gym shoes as he walked back and forth. He was so excited but a little scared at the same time.

He looked at his mom with a worried face.

“You will make lots of friends,” his mother told him.

The word friend made Jacob smile so big. His eyes lit up with a spark that warmed the room. Jacob asked with so much excitement he couldn’t stand still,” Mommy, can Checkers come with?”

She reached out her arms and said,” come here my little man.” She noticed how long his legs had gotten. She remembered when he was a baby and wasn’t much bigger than the bear that he loved so much. She picked up her son and placed him on her lap. Jacob, not fitting the way he used to, tried to find a comfortable position.

She hugged Jacob while memories filled her head.

Checkers was Jacob’s teddy bear. He arrived as a gift the same day Jacob was born.

His name was Checkers because of the blue and white checkered bow around his neck.

Jacob brought Checkers everywhere his mother would allow.

Mommy can I take Checkers to the Grocery store?

Yes Jacob you may.

Mommy can I take Checkers to the park?

Yes Jacob you may.

Mommy can I take Checkers to Grandmas house?

Yes my little man, you may

They would get tucked in together.

Can checkers get a glass of water before bed? He is thirsty.

Yes YOU may.

Can we leave the light on?

Checkers is afraid of the dark.

Yes you may

At night time Checkers was a soldier standing watch over his sleepy general.

If Jacob was sick Checkers never left his side.

Jacob always returned the favor.

They did everything together. They were

Heroes

They were Pirates

They were astronauts

sometimes they played Jacob’s least favorite game of hide and go seek. Checkers did not want to be found. That game would go on for hours. Jacob would never get his turn to hide.

Checkers even went some places where he should not have been.

(picture of him in the bath tub)

And some places Jacob really didn’t want him to go…(picture of him in the dryer)

Jacob’s favorite thing to do was eating cookies together.

“Are you going to eat that?”

Jacob would say to Checkers,

you are my best friend. I can tell you all my secrets.

“Mommy were you listening?”

“Can Checkers come with me to school?”

She took a deep breath, looked him straight in the eyes and said,

“no Jacob, not this time.”

Jacob replied, “But why?” His lower lip started to shake and tears started running down his cheeks. ” He will be scared without me!”

She replied,

“YOU shouldn’t be afraid.” You are going to have a great and exciting day learning so many new things. Checkers might get lost If he comes with you. Checkers can stay with me today and keep me company. Jacob hugged his mom and whispered, Thanks mom!”

Jacob wiped his tears, took a deep breath and said, in his most serious voice,” I have to tell Checkers a secret.” He jumped off his mother’s lap, held him and whispered in his ear, “You have to stay. Don’t be scared.”

then set him gently in the chair, facing the window. “Checkers, wait for me and keep mommy company while I am gone.” Jacob stated firmly. He took his mother’s hand and together they walked to the bus stop.

Jacob jumped up and down and said, “Look mom, the bus is coming!” She bent down and hugged him tightly until the bus stopped in front of them and the door swung open. “Ok time to go now. Everything will be just fine. You'll see.” his mother said.

His mother watched as his little legs climbed each step. She waved goodbye as the bus pulled away.

She came back into the empty house and saw the bear just sitting in the window waiting. She

Whispered, “He will be home soon, don’t be sad.”

When the day was over, Jacob was so happy from all the new things he saw and did. He ran in the door and yelled “I had a good day Mommy!” He started telling her all about his day. He was talking so fast she could hardly keep up with what he was trying to say. She heard key words like

fun, bus, letters, nice, teacher, two new friends.

Then he stopped, looked across the room and saw

Checkers in the same place he had left him in the morning.

He ran past his mother straight to Checkers, picked him up out of the chair, gave him the longest hug…

the biggest hug he has ever given checkers.

As memories went through Jacob's head, he thought of cookie-time with Checkers and how they would sit together at the table and share their cookies. Jacob asked "Mommy MAY I have a cookie?" Very good Jacob, said his Mother, you remembered to say "MAY I." You are growing up so fast.

As Jacob finished his cookie, he thought for a moment. “MAY Checkers have a cookie too?” His mother smiled and said, “Yes my little man, he may.”

She added, “Checkers thought about you all day long. He missed you so much.”

Jacob ran and gave his mother a big hug and said, “I missed YOU too mommy.”

Jacob ran to his bedroom saying,

“I have so much to tell you! It’s a good thing you stayed home. Hide and go seek would have taken forever!”

(picture of door shutting behind him)

Attention parents, childrens book i wrote if you have some time, let me know what you think?
I absolutly love it!!! I just read it to my 5 year old son, he started kindergarten last fall. He has a puppy that he couldnt take with him. It brought tears to my eyes. Good job.
Reply:I think it sounds great! I tried writing children's books -- I have lots of good ideas but getting them on the page and sounding good is the hard part. I think it sounds great. Good luck!
Reply:its a good story but not really for kids
Reply:Honest answer: It's has been done and done and done before. It's cute. However, the last line about hide and seek doesn't make sense to me. I re-read what you wrote about it being Jacob's least favorite game but I still don't get it. Don't let me discourage you. I admire you for writing. Keep at it. Good luck and thank you for sharing.
Reply:It doesnt really sound like a children's book to me. It sounds more like a reflection of a mother's thoughts when her child goes to kindergarten. Sounds like it would be in a parenting magazine, or something like that.

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English to Spanish help?

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I need the following translated:

"Hi. My name is _. I am short, nice, and smart. I'm not fat or stupid. I like to play video games, draw, and listen to music. My favorite music is the Talking Heads. I don't like to play sports or be mean. I have a mom, a dad, a brother, and a sister. My mom's name is _. She is nice. My dad is name is _. He is really funny. My sister's name is _. She is artistic. My brother's name is _. He is really mean. I have two pet hamsters named _ and _ and one dog named _. My favorite animal is the cat. I wear sweaters, pants, and shoes. I also like boots and t-shirts. While in Peru, I would like to spend time with my new family, take lots of pictures, and climb mountains."

Sorry, I know it's a lot. I had planned to take clips of Pokemon and sync my voice over it as if I myself were Ash Ketchum. But last minute my video editor wouldn't work and so I have to write something totally different. It's really late and I'm frustrated. Otherwise I would do this myself.

English to Spanish help?
"Hola. Me llamo _. Soy bajo, simpatico, y listo. Yo no soy gordo ni tonto. Me gusta jugar videojuegos, dibujar, y escuchar la música. Mi música favorita es las Cabezas Parlantes. No me gusta ni jugar daportes ni ser antipatico. Tengo a una mamá, un papá, un hermano, y una hermana. El nombre de mi mamá es _. Ella es simpatica. El nombre de mi papá_. El es muy grasioso. El nombre de mi hermana es _. Ella es artística. Mi nombre de mi hermano es _. El es muy antipatico. Tengo dos hámsteres de animal favorito denominados _ y _ y un perro denominó _. Mi animal favorito es el gato. Llevo suéteres, los pantalones, y los zapatos. También, me gusta botas y camisetas. Mientras en Perú, me gustaría pasar tiempo con mi nueva familia, saca mucho fotografías, y montañas de subida".

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Reply:"Hola. Me llamo _. Soy bajo(a), agradable e inteligente. No soy gordo(a) ni estúpido(a). Me gusta jugar a los videojuegos, dibujar y escuchar música. Mi grupo de música favorito es Talking Heads. No me gusta hacer deportes ni ser malo(a). Tengo una mamá, un papá, un hermano y una hermano. Mi mamá se llama _. Ella es agradable. Mi papá se llama _. Él es muy gracioso. Mi hermana se llama _. Ella es muy artística. Mi hermano se llama _. Él es muy malo. Tengo dos hamsters de mascota que se llaman _ y _ y un perro que se llama _. Mi animal favorito es el gato. Visto suéteres, pantalones y zapatos. También me gustan las botas y las remeras. Mientras esté en Perú, me gustaría pasar tiempo con mi nueva familia, sacar muchas fotos y escalar montañas."
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Reply:Hola. Mi nombre es _. Soy chapparo, bueno, y inteligente. No soy ni gordo o estupido. Me gusta jugar videojuegos, dibujar, y escuchar musica. Mi musica favorita son los Talking Heads. No me gusta jugar deportes ni ser grosero. Tengo una mama, un papa, un hermano, y una hermana. Mi mama se llama _. Ella es buena. Mi papa se llama _. El es muy simpatico. Mi hermana se llama _. Ella es artistica. Mi hermano se llama _. El es muy grosero. Tengo dos hamsteres de mascota y se llaman _ y _,y tengo un perro mascota y se llama _. Mi animal favorito es el gato. Me pongo sueteres, pantalones, y zapatos. Tambien me gusta ponerme botas y camisetas. Mientras en Peru, me gustaria pasar tiempo con mi nueva familia, tomer muchas photographias, y subir montanas.
Reply:Hola, mi nombre es____. Soy pequeno, agradable y listo. No soy gordo ni tonto. Me gusta jugar video juegos, dibujar, y escuchar musica. Mi musica favorita es de las cabezas hablantes (the talking heads). No me gustan los deportes o ser malo. Tengo una mama, un papa, un hermano y una hermana. Mi mama se llama_____. Ella es artistica (a better translation should be something like, she likes the arts, a ella le gustan las artes). Mi hermano se llama____., El es bien malo. Tengo dos hamsters (where I come from they call them cuyos, but hamsters are not pets common in latin american countries, so I don't know). se llaman______ y _____ y un perro llamado____. Mi animal favorito es el gato. Yo tengo puesto un sueter, pantalones y zapatos. Tambien me gustan las botas y las camizetas. Mientras este en Peru, me gustaria pasar tiempo con mi nueva familia, tomar muchas fotos y subir (o escalar) las montanas.
Reply:Hola. Me llamo _. Soy bajo, simpatico, y listo. Yo no soy gordo ni tonto. Me gusta jugar videojuegos, dibujar, y escuchar la música. Mi música favorita es las Cabezas Parlantes. No me gusta ni jugar daportes ni ser antipatico. Tengo a una mamá, un papá, un hermano, y una hermana. El nombre de mi mamá es _. Ella es simpatica. El nombre de mi papá_. El es muy grasioso. El nombre de mi hermana es _. Ella es artística. Mi nombre de mi hermano es _. El es muy antipatico. Tengo dos hámsteres de animal favorito denominados _ y _ y un perro denominó _. Mi animal favorito es el gato. Llevo suéteres, los pantalones, y los zapatos. También, me gusta botas y camisetas. Mientras en Perú, me gustaría pasar tiempo con mi nueva familia, saca mucho fotografías, y montañas de subida".

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What do you think of this speech that Barack Obama made?

2010-03-14T19:57:00.000-07:00

The Scripture tells us that when Joshua and the Israelites arrived at the gates of Jericho, they could not enter. The walls of the city were too steep for any one person to climb; too strong to be taken down with brute force. And so they sat for days, unable to pass on through.

But God had a plan for his people. He told them to stand together and march together around the city, and on the seventh day he told them that when they heard the sound of the ram's horn, they should speak with one voice. And at the chosen hour, when the horn sounded and a chorus of voices cried out together, the mighty walls of Jericho came tumbling down.

There are many lessons to take from this passage, just as there are many lessons to take from this day, just as there are many memories that fill the space of this church. As I was thinking about which ones we need to remember at this hour, my mind went back to the very beginning of the modern Civil Rights Era.

Because before Memphis and the mountaintop; before the bridge in Selma and the march on Washington; before Birmingham and the beatings; the fire hoses and the loss of those four little girls; before there was King the icon and his magnificent dream, there was King the young preacher and a people who found themselves suffering under the yoke of oppression.

And on the eve of the bus boycotts in Montgomery, at a time when many were still doubtful about the possibilities of change, a time when those in the black community mistrusted themselves, and at times mistrusted each other, King inspired with words not of anger, but of an urgency that still speaks to us today:

"Unity is the great need of the hour" is what King said. Unity is how we shall overcome.

What Dr. King understood is that if just one person chose to walk instead of ride the bus, those walls of oppression would not be moved. But maybe if a few more walked, the foundation might start to shake. If a few more women were willing to do what Rosa Parks had done, maybe the cracks would start to show. If teenagers took freedom rides from North to South, maybe a few bricks would come loose. Maybe if white folks marched because they had come to understand that their freedom too was at stake in the impending battle, the wall would begin to sway. And if enough Americans were awakened to the injustice; if they joined together, North and South, rich and poor, Christian and Jew, then perhaps that wall would come tumbling down, and justice would flow like water, and righteousness like a mighty stream.

Unity is the great need of the hour -- the great need of this hour. Not because it sounds pleasant or because it makes us feel good, but because it's the only way we can overcome the essential deficit that exists in this country.

I'm not talking about a budget deficit. I'm not talking about a trade deficit. I'm not talking about a deficit of good ideas or new plans.

I'm talking about a moral deficit. I'm talking about an empathy deficit. I'm taking about an inability to recognize ourselves in one another; to understand that we are our brother's keeper; we are our sister's keeper; that, in the words of Dr. King, we are all tied together in a single garment of destiny.

We have an empathy deficit when we're still sending our children down corridors of shame -- schools in the forgotten corners of America where the color of your skin still affects the content of your education.

We have a deficit when CEOs are making more in ten minutes than some workers make in ten months; when families lose their homes so that lenders make a profit; when mothers can't afford a doctor when their children get sick.

We have a deficit in this country when there is Scooter Libby justice for some and Jena justice for others; when our children see nooses hanging from a schoolyard tree today, in the present, in the twenty-first century.

We have a deficit when homeless veterans sleep on the streets of our cities; when innocents are slaughtered in the deserts of Darfur; when young Americans serve tour after tour of duty in a war that should've never been authorized and never been waged.

And we have a deficit when it takes a breach in our levees to reveal a breach in our compassion; when it takes a terrible storm to reveal the hungry that God calls on us to feed; the sick He calls on us to care for; the least of these He commands that we treat as our own.

So we have a deficit to close. We have walls -- barriers to justice and equality -- that must come down. And to do this, we know that unity is the great need of this hour.

Unfortunately, all too often when we talk about unity in this country, we've come to believe that it can be purchased on the cheap. We've come to believe that racial reconciliation can come easily -- that it's just a matter of a few ignorant people trapped in the prejudices of the past, and that if the demagogues and those who exploit our racial divisions will simply go away, then all our problems would be solved.

All too often, we seek to ignore the profound institutional barriers that stand in the way of ensuring opportunity for all children, or decent jobs for all people, or health care for those who are sick. We long for unity, but are unwilling to pay the price.

But of course, true unity cannot be so easily won. It starts with a change in attitudes -- a broadening of our minds, and a broadening of our hearts.

It's not easy to stand in somebody else's shoes. It's not easy to see past our differences. We've all encountered this in our own lives. But what makes it even more difficult is that we have a politics in this country that seeks to drive us apart -- that puts up walls between us.

We are told that those who differ from us on a few things are different from us on all things; that our problems are the fault of those who don't think like us or look like us or come from where we do. The welfare queen is taking our tax money. The immigrant is taking our jobs. The believer condemns the non-believer as immoral, and the non-believer chides the believer as intolerant.

For most of this country's history, we in the African-American community have been at the receiving end of man's inhumanity to man. And all of us understand intimately the insidious role that race still sometimes plays -- on the job, in the schools, in our health care system, and in our criminal justice system.

And yet, if we are honest with ourselves, we must admit that none of our hands are entirely clean. If we're honest with ourselves, we'll acknowledge that our own community has not always been true to King's vision of a beloved community.

We have scorned our gay brothers and sisters instead of embracing them. The scourge of anti-Semitism has, at times, revealed itself in our community. For too long, some of us have seen immigrants as competitors for jobs instead of companions in the fight for opportunity.

Every day, our politics fuels and exploits this kind of division across all races and regions; across gender and party. It is played out on television. It is sensationalized by the media. And last week, it even crept into the campaign for President, with charges and counter-charges that served to obscure the issues instead of illuminating the critical choices we face as a nation.

So let us say that on this day of all days, each of us carries with us the task of changing our hearts and minds. The division, the stereotypes, the scape-goating, the ease with which we blame our plight on others -- all of this distracts us from the common challenges we face -- war and poverty; injustice and inequality. We can no longer afford to build ourselves up by tearing someone else down. We can no longer afford to traffic in lies or fear or hate. It is the poison that we must purge from our politics; the wall that we must tear down before the hour grows too late.

Because if Dr. King could love his jailor; if he could call on the faithful who once sat where you do to forgive those who set dogs and fire hoses upon them, then surely we can look past what divides us in our time, and bind up our wounds, and erase the empathy deficit that exists in our hearts.

But if changing our hearts and minds is the first critical step, we cannot stop there. It is not enough to bemoan the plight of poor children in this country and remain unwilling to push our elected officials to provide the resources to fix our schools. It is not enough to decry the disparities of health care and yet allow the insurance companies and the drug companies to block much-needed reforms. It is not enough for us to abhor the costs of a misguided war, and yet allow ourselves to be driven by a politics of fear that sees the threat of attack as way to scare up votes instead of a call to come together around a common effort.

The Scripture tells us that we are judged not just by word, but by deed. And if we are to truly bring about the unity that is so crucial in this time, we must find it within ourselves to act on what we know; to understand that living up to this country's ideals and its possibilities will require great effort and resources; sacrifice and stamina.

And that is what is at stake in the great political debate we are having today. The changes that are needed are not just a matter of tinkering at the edges, and they will not come if politicians simply tell us what we want to hear. All of us will be called upon to make some sacrifice. None of us will be exempt from responsibility. We will have to fight to fix our schools, but we will also have to challenge ourselves to be better parents. We will have to confront the biases in our criminal justice system, but we will also have to acknowledge the deep-seated violence that still resides in our own communities and marshal the will to break its grip.

That is how we will bring about the change we seek. That is how Dr. King led this country through the wilderness. He did it with words -- words that he spoke not just to the children of slaves, but the children of slave owners. Words that inspired not just black but also white; not just the Christian but the Jew; not just the Southerner but also the Northerner.

He led with words, but he also led with deeds. He also led by example. He led by marching and going to jail and suffering threats and being away from his family. He led by taking a stand against a war, knowing full well that it would diminish his popularity. He led by challenging our economic structures, understanding that it would cause discomfort. Dr. King understood that unity cannot be won on the cheap; that we would have to earn it through great effort and determination.

That is the unity -- the hard-earned unity -- that we need right now. It is that effort, and that determination, that can transform blind optimism into hope -- the hope to imagine, and work for, and fight for what seemed impossible before.

The stories that give me such hope don't happen in the spotlight. They don't happen on the presidential stage. They happen in the quiet corners of our lives. They happen in the moments we least expect. Let me give you an example of one of those stories.

There is a young, twenty-three year old white woman named Ashley Baia who organizes for our campaign in Florence, South Carolina. She's been working to organize a mostly African-American community since the beginning of this campaign, and the other day she was at a roundtable discussion where everyone went around telling their story and why they were there.

And Ashley said that when she was nine years old, her mother got cancer. And because she had to miss days of work, she was let go and lost her health care. They had to file for bankruptcy, and that's when Ashley decided that she had to do something to help her mom.

She knew that food was one of their most expensive costs, and so Ashley convinced her mother that what she really liked and really wanted to eat more than anything else was mustard and relish sandwiches. Because that was the cheapest way to eat.

She did this for a year until her mom got better, and she told everyone at the roundtable that the reason she joined our campaign was so that she could help the millions of other children in the country who want and need to help their parents too.

So Ashley finishes her story and then goes around the room and asks everyone else why they're supporting the campaign. They all have different stories and reasons. Many bring up a specific issue. And finally they come to this elderly black man who's been sitting there quietly the entire time. And Ashley asks him why he's there. And he does not bring up a specific issue. He does not say health care or the economy. He does not say education or the war. He does not say that he was there because of Barack Obama. He simply says to everyone in the room, "I am here because of Ashley."

By itself, that single moment of recognition between that young white girl and that old black man is not enough. It is not enough to give health care to the sick, or jobs to the jobless, or education to our children.

But it is where we begin. It is why the walls in that room began to crack and shake.

And if they can shake in that room, they can shake in Atlanta.

And if they can shake in Atlanta, they can shake in Georgia.

And if they can shake in Georgia, they can shake all across America. And if enough of our voices join together; we can bring those walls tumbling down. The walls of Jericho can finally come tumbling down. That is our hope -- but only if we pray together, and work together, and march together.

Brothers and sisters, we cannot walk alone.

In the struggle for peace and justice, we cannot walk alone.

In the struggle for opportunity and equality, we cannot walk alone

In the struggle to heal this nation and repair this world, we cannot walk alone.

So I ask you to walk with me, and march with me, and join your voice with mine, and together we will sing the song that tears down the walls that divide us, and lift up an America that is truly indivisible, with liberty, and justice, for all. May God bless the memory of the great pastor of this church, and may God bless the United States of America.

What do you think of this speech that Barack Obama made?
I would like to know how you managed to fit all those words in your question box????

Don't they have a limit on the amount of word you can use?

Tell me what you did??

By the way..Obama's speech ROCKED! He's an awesome speaker!
Reply:I didn't finish reading his speech if this is in fact his speech. It was too long to read. I just scrolled down to the end of it. Did you copy and paste? I haven't seen this on the Internet. My opinion about what part I did read would be that Obama is grasping at straws. He's clueless about what will attract voters. Every political candidate will always use scriptures from the Bible, children, elders, war and other influentical speakers like MLK. Why didn't Obama use MLK in his other speeches months ago? Why pick today of all days to use MLK? MLK will not bring voters to the polls. The only way a voter will come to the polls if they have solid evidence that the economy will decrease. It's like saying I will pay you $100-1000 for a vote. I will give you a tax free year meaning the voters won't have to pay any taxes for the following year. That's the only way a voter will show up. I'm voting for McCain. I voted for him in the last presidential race. I just vote for a person's looks. I vote for the underdog like Bush. I didn't think Bush would win but he did. I vote for the cutiest candidate cuz their speeches are just useless tactics that won't come true. Our economy will never improve. I vote for the candidate who has a simple last name. Obama reminds be of that terrorist Osama Bin Linden name. That's why I won't vote for him. If McCain don't get into the presidential race I will vote for Hilliary cuz she's a woman like I did with the previous female candidate which I cannot remember her name. I'm 46 so I've been around too many presidential races. The word Unity is not a good tactic to use. If you look at the number of voters on election day you'll noitce only 25% of voters in the entire state comes out to vote. People don't register to vote cause you get called for Jury Duty. The day a black, female, Asian, Hispanic or another enthic gets to be President is the day I will win the lottery. All Americans are self-centered of the white culture running the White House thats why it's called the "White" house, right? Not because it's colored white it's a symbol of unity. Unity of one nation. A nation that's fixed on one set color or beliefs. Who would be Obama's vice presidential candidate?
Reply:Oh I thought you said beaches ! Sorry Im .
Reply:I think it is a shame that ANYONE voting democrat or RUNNING democrat uses the BIBLE in their speech. SHAMEFUL to say the least.
Reply:All of this aside.. he intends to take money from the rich and give it to the poor. Now the Rich have people who will move their money overseas in a blink and the people he will take money from own a home in Cheyenne, Wyoming down in South West. He will wind up taking money from the moderately well to do, and giving it to the poor in the inner cities and I refuse to support that. All the bull aside.. if you don't want to work down in the inner cities, it is because you don't want to.

Do we all understand that they have suggested that for every five dollars that we send to Washington for social welfare programs, only one of the five dollars gets out and is applied to those programs? You might be able to do those programs at the State level, but at the Federal Level.. it doesn't work. One in five stays alive, and gets down to the grocery store.
Reply:He wasn't even born in the modern civil rights era, so its all crap and boring to boot. This election is not about civil rights and him trying to take it there makes me not respect him even more. He is playing on the emotions of a struggle he had no part in. Pathetic....simply pathetic.
Reply:It was amazing, these people are stupid!
Reply:In this time and era , too many guilt trips , too much religion talks , too long! I dont believe a word he says! This was written for him not by him! In this world there has never been justice and equality! Wars have been with us from the beginnig of time! Man is a predator , we are allconsuming, all expanding , we like to be with our colors , idioms , cultures! Is in our nature! Man cannot be what he has not been made to be!! Is the honest truth! Man is the most dangerous being on this planet that we are destroying bit by bit! We are nearing extinction by ourselves if not by war by contamination! Preaching is nice to hear m but reality is awakinng!
Reply:Most of the time when a politician makes a religious-themed speech, its because that politician is campaigning on forcing his religious beliefs on non-believers. However, this speech is significantly different, as Obama is not using religion to promote hate and war, but instead is using it for inspiration to bring about a better world.

I'm glad that the fundamentalists finally have some competition from moderate Christians in the political arena.

pink: I don't understand where you're coming from. According to the polls, Obama is the most electable candidate in the party which is heavily favored to win in November and he's running on a tax cut for the Middle Class.
Reply:sorry but I don't really care what he says - he's unelectable and I will never support an ultra liberal that wants to raise taxes!

Nice rant!

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Do you like my DARK poem?

2010-03-14T19:56:00.003-07:00

She was born on accident

On another drunken night that went wrong.

She brushes back her long hair

And sits in complete, tormenting silence.

Shouts tear into the quiet;

From the downstairs kitchen, her parents fight.

Itching at her purple arms

She cries out in pain from the deep bruises.

She unties her worn out shoes;

They've grown too small for her growing body.

She fixes her old, red shirt

That's been punctured by broken beer bottels.

Scratching at cigarette burns,

She climbs down the wooden stairs dressed in mold.

Tugging at her father's pants,

She begs him to stop yelling at her mother.

His hand smacks across her face

And she begins to sob from the sight of blood.

She quickly runs back upstairs,

And sits accostomed to crying herself sick.

She was born on accident

On another drunken night that went wrong.

She brushes back her long hair

And cries herself to sleep on this average day.

Do you like my DARK poem?
thats deep and i like it
Reply:I think it's very good actually. Nice imagery.. makes a nice change from the usual introspective 'deep and meaningful, pain inside' rubbish that people normally put on here.

Well done... it's not bad at all.

I'm guessing that born ' on ' accident is just a play on words???
Reply:Well their is a message but the grmmar is wrog. Born on accident. It's born by accident.
Reply:tells the story of some poor lives out their, and really touches the heart. good.
Reply:I like it because it has meaning but I agree with the grammar issue.

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Dogs destroy everything...how can I stop this behavior?

2010-03-14T19:56:00.002-07:00

We have 4 dogs (Cocker spaniels: 9 years and 5 years, Basset hounds: 1 1/2 years and 6 months). The bassets have a terrible problem with destroying anything and everything that hits the floor (mops, hairbrushes, shoes, towels, you name it). They have their "dog toys" and we make a point to play with them only with "their" toys. We try our best to keep them from getting to things their not supposed to and make sure they know where their toybox is an have access to it at all times. They even climb up onto the couch to get my purse off the table to chew up the contents! I am pregnant with our first child and don't want the babies eating the baby's toys. What can I do to curb this behavior? We have tried time outs, slaps on the nose, acting angry, nothing works!

Dogs destroy everything...how can I stop this behavior?
Try making or buying some interactive toys for them. I make mine toys out of old socks,t-shirts or whatever I have on hand and stuff them with newspaper since it crinkles when they bite it and they want to know what it is inside. I have also taken old soda bottles and put some other their food inside,put the cap back on and watch and they try to figure out how to get the food out. When the dogs get to things they are not supposed to have simply take it away from them not saying anything and give them one of their toys praising them when they show interest.
Reply:Like children, exercise often leads to obedience. Tire them a little and they may tone down.
Reply:1Step OneProvide plenty of appropriate dog toys to keep your pooch’s chewing needs satisfied, but don’t give him objects that may confuse him in the process. If you give him an old shoe you no longer use, he will think chewing on shoes is appropriate behavior and he will promptly chew on any within reach. Only provide dog toys and rawhides that he will recognize as his own.

2Step TwoKeep important objects out of his reach. Dogs, like children, are tempted by items that are directly in their paths. Put your shoes in the closet and your baseball mitt on the shelf to thwart destructive behavior.

3Step ThreeStore dirty laundry in a hamper. Male and female dogs, both, will chew the fabric out of unlaundered underwear. No, there is nothing wrong with your dog; his sense of smell tells him chewing on unlaundered “undies” is a good thing. Put them in the hamper and close the lid if you don’t want to keep replacing your undergarments.

4Step FourSpray pet deterrent on the legs of chairs and tables if your dog develops a furniture-chewing habit. This is also a good technique for keeping him from digging holes in your garden. In that situation, saturate a small piece of fabric and place it in his favorite digging spot.

5Step FiveMake some noise. Motion detectors that emit a loud shriek can be purchased from your pet store or hardware store and set up to startle your pooch before he takes a bite out of your new sofa.

6Step SixReprimand your dog immediately. If you catch him in the act, speak sharply and in a low tone to let him know you are angry with his destructive behavior. Remove him from the vicinity of the crime. If you wait, he will not understand why he is in trouble.

Tips %26amp; Warnings

Physical punishment is rarely effective and will only cause your dog to become anxious, which could increase the problem. Spare the rod no matter how important the item he destroyed may be. He doesn’t know its value.
Reply:I agree with savethep... Exercise!! I also have a Cocker and if she does not get to go for a walk, trouble,trouble,trouble. After a walk, what a joy to be around.
Reply:I agree with the exercise response; they're probably doing it because they're bored. But after exercising them, you can try bitter apple spray. There's that bitter apple spray that you can purchase at a pet store. It's supposed to taste really bad to the dogs, so you just spray it on your things that they're supposed to leave them alone. I've never tried it, but I've heard really good things about it.
Reply:Make sure nothing's on the floor for them to get and and put everything away....try going to your nearest pet store and get a bitter lotion that you spray on everything and that will detour them from eating your stuff ...worked great with our 2 dogs.
Reply:Exercise!! How much exercise do your dogs get? Lack of exercise can result in serious frustration, and then the dog finds other ways to release it's frustraion (excessive barking, digging, chewing). Your dogs are probably also seriously bored. Could you and your husband walk the dogs together? Four dogs would be a lot for you to handle on your own! If you have a backyard, take them outside and play fetch with them. Give them exercise and activities that will challenge them!

Good luck!

Try to keep stuff out of their reach as much as you can!
Reply:DICIPLINE.

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Have You Ever Been As Drunk As This Guy...?

2010-03-14T19:56:00.001-07:00

Then this might the story for you. Made me laugh anyway. How about you? Have you ever done anything as embarrassing as this guy?

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jht...

A drunken Grim Reaper found himself under arrest after a drunken night on the town spiralled out of control.

Christopher Kelly lost his friends and most of his clothes after a boozy night out and ended up wandering the streets dressed as the Grim Reaper until he was arrested.

The 31-year-old from Nelson, Lancashire had travelled to Morecambe for a friend's birthday party, where he drank a lot and lost the rest of the group.

The hapless reveller took a walk along the beach, but got stuck in boggy sand and lost his shoes, trousers and jacket.

Cold and wet, he staggered off the beach and across to Morecambe Town Hall, where he spied an open window.

He climbed inside and found a mobile phone, which he took to try and phone his friends with.

Have You Ever Been As Drunk As This Guy...?
Like most guys I have done some real silly things while under the influence , and I don't intend to embarrass myself any more by repeating any of the incidents

However this one is so funny I don't think I could beat it !!
Reply:as a younger woman Ive been drunk but never famously lol!!
Reply:Very funny, he'll never live it down with his mates!

Never been that drunk myself.
Reply:Ah bless him lol . I bet he doesn't go to Morecambe again. I know i have never been that drunk!
Reply:I've always dreaded getting so drunk that my name pops up in a story like this!
Reply:Bless his sinful soul and down one fer me.
Reply:That's a good one. Never been even remotely close to that.
Reply:That is funny I feel sorry for him, it was all Innocent ah he waited at the police station, bless him, now he has a record and will be reminded of this for years to come.
Reply:I have been very drunk in the past.
Reply:It is amazing what bishops get up to!

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Christmas Joke?

2010-03-14T19:56:00.000-07:00

A Blonde In A Snow Storm

A blonde got lost in her car in a snow storm.

She remembered that her dad had once told her, "If you ever get stuck in a snow storm, wait for a snow plow and follow it."

Pretty soon a snow plow came by, and she started to follow it.

She followed the plow for about forty-five minutes.

Finally the driver of the truck got out and asked her what she was doing.

She explained that her dad had told her if she ever got stuck in the snow, to follow a plow.

The driver nodded and said, "Well, I'm done with Wal-Mart; now you can follow me over to K-Mart."

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Believing in Santa

"Christmas always sucked when I was a kid because I believed in Santa Claus. Unfortunately, so did my parents, so I never got anything!"

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Practical Santa

A little girl wrote to Santa Claus, saying the only thing she wanted for Christmas was a sister.

Santa, touched by the girl's letter, responded instantly, saying "I would love to send you a sister, but first you must send me your mother."

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Snail Mail Santa

As a little girl climbed onto Santa's lap, Santa asked the usual, "And what would you like for Christmas?"

The child stared at him open mouthed and horrified for a minute, then gasped, "Didn't you get my E-mail?"

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You Know You've Had Too Much Christmas Cheer If...

... you notice your tie sticking out of your fly.

... someone uses your tongue for a coaster.

... you start kissing the portraits on the wall.

... you see your underwear hanging from the chandelier.

... you have to hold on to the floor to keep from sliding off.

... you strike a match and light your nose.

... you take off your shoes and to go wading in the macaroni salad.

... you hear a duck quacking, and it's you.

... you complain about the small bathroom after emerging from the closet.

... you refill your glass from the fish bowl.

... you tell everyone you have to go home... and the party's at your place.

... you ask for another ice cube for later and put it in your pocket.

... you yawn at the biggest bore in the room... and realize you're in front of the hall mirror.

... you pick up a roll, and butter your watch.

... you take out your handkerchief and blow your ear.

... you waste your best joke on the rubber plant.

... you realize you're the only one under the coffee table.

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Santa

Santa comes once a year - but when he does he fills your stocking!

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An Impotent Man Is Like A Christmas Tree

Q: Why is an impotent man like a Christmas Tree?

A: They both both have balls for decoration.

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Holiday Tampax

Q: Have you heard about the new line of Tampax with bells and tinsel?

A: It's for the Christmas period.

Christmas Joke?
nice to read and funny have a merry christmas soon
Reply:HAHAHAHA~~

all these wer realli funni!

LMAO!

great jokes!

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Reply:haha brill !!!
Reply:HAHAHA!!!
Reply:I love a good joke or two and they were good :) thanks for sharing.
Reply:ha ha???? no I liked 'em =p
Reply:Funny! Good ones! 100!
Reply:ha ha ha funny

thanks for a laugh

10/10
Reply:lol merry xmas
Reply:"Holiday Tampax

Q: Have you heard about the new line of Tampax with bells and tinsel?

A: It's for the Christmas period."

Priceless... xD
Reply:lol, 10/10, star.

Thanks for that mechelle.

Enjoyed reading them.

Very funny too.
Reply:all excellent star4u
Reply:ho ho ho, excellent
Reply:good ones

star for u
Reply:Good ones! lol.
Reply:haha
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Reply:Ha ha ha good 1 have a star
Reply:hehehe, pmsl hun, excellent

star time

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Reply:Great jokes mechelle thank you.
Reply:it`s the way you tell `em ha ha ha well worth a star,,,

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Can a squirrel save your soul?

2010-03-14T19:55:00.003-07:00

Well when I was a kid I would take a trip

Every summer down to "Mississipp,"

To visit my Granny and her antebellum world.

I'd run barefooted all-day long,

Climbing trees free as a song;

One day I happened to catch myself a squirrel.

Well I stuffed him down in an old shoe box,

And punched a couple holes in the top;

When Sunday came I snuck him in the Church.

I was sittin' way back on the very last pew

Showin' em' to my good buddy Hugh,

When that squirrel got loose and went totally berserk.

Well what happened next is hard to tell;

Some thought it was Heaven others thought it was Hell,

But the fact that something was among was plain to see.

As the choir sang " I Surrender All",

The squirrel ran up Harv Newman's coveralls,

And Harv leaped to his feet and said something's got a hold on me!

The day the squirrel went berserk

In the First Self-Righteous Church

In that sleepy little town of Pascagoula.

It was a fight for survival

That broke out in revival.

They were jumpin' pews and shoutin' "Hallelujah".

Well Harv hit the aisles dancin' and screamin'.,

Some thought he had religion others thought he had a demon,

And Harv thought he had a weed-eater loose in his fruit-of-the-looms.

He fell to his knees to plead and beg,

And the squirrel ran out of his britches leg;

Unobserved to the other side of the room.

All the way down to the AMEN pew,

Where sat Sister Bertha Better-than-You,

Who had been watching all of the commotion with sophistic glee.

But shoot, you should have seen the look in her eyes

When that squirrel jumped her garters and crossed her thighs.

And she jumped to her feet and said, "Lord have mercy on me."

As that squirrel mad laps inside her dress

She began to cry and then to confess,

To sins that would make a sailor blush with shame.

She told of gossip, and church dissention,

But the thing that got the most attention

Was when she talked about her love life and then she started naming names.

The day the squirrel went berserk

In the First Self-Righteous Church

In that sleepy little town of Pascagoula.

It was a fight for survival

that broke out in revival.

They were jumpin' pews and shoutin' "Hallelujah".

Well seven deacons and the pastor got saved,

And twenty-five thousand dollars got raised,

And fifty volunteered for missions in the Congo on the spot.

And even without an invitation

There were at least five hundred re-dedications,

and we all got re-baptized whether we needed it or not.

Now you've heard the Bible story I guess

Of how He parted the waters for Moses to pass.

Oh the Miracles God has wrought in this old world.

But the one I'll remember till my dying day

Is how He put that church back on the narrow way

With a half crazed Mississippi squirrel.

The day the squirrel went berserk

In the First Self-Righteous Church

In that sleepy little town of Pascagoula.

It was a fight for survival

That broke out in revival.

They were jumpin' pews and shoutin' "Hallelujah".

Can a squirrel save your soul?
Ray stevens is a genius.
Reply:That was far too long for me to bother. I'll assume you said this:

"Squirrels are awesome, because they guard their nuts."

Yes they are.
Reply:Even a squirrel has enough sense to save a few nuts for the Winter. But man laughs at everything.
Reply:Keep smoking that stuff and an Ant can save your soul....
Reply:I certainly hope so, Craigerz. I wish one would have saved me from reading your nutty "question".
Reply:That was too long, I lost interest after the first sentence. Squirrels are just rats that live in trees.
Reply:Why don't people understand the brilliance of Mr. Steven's "Mississippi Squirrel Revival"?!

I think if the would just meditate on this song a bit, they would see the light.

Now, play me something classy....

"Oh yes they call him the streak,

Fastest thing on two feet....."
Reply:Catchy! This would make a great song! Lovin' it!
Reply:and was laughing all the way.

Where did you get this?
Reply:i have no clue what that was all about but if you mean can God use a squirrel to get people to come to him the answer is yes. to be honest though i do not believe a word of this story.
Reply:no
Reply:It can save your nuts.

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Meaning behind this poem?

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The thing to remember about fathers is, they're men.

A girl has to keep it in mind.

They are dragon-seekers, bent on improbable rescues.

Scratch any father, you find

Someone chock-full of qualms and romantic terrors,

Believing change is a threat--

Like your first shoes with heels on, like your first bicycle

It took such months to get.

Walk in strange woods, they warn you about the snakes there.

Climb, and they fear you'll fall.

Books, angular boys, or swimming in deep water--

Fathers mistrust them all.

Men are the worriers. It is difficult for them

To learn what they must learn:

How you have a journey to take and very likely,

For a while, will not return.

Meaning behind this poem?
This poem illustrates the relationship between fathers and their daughters. Fathers are consumed with protecting their little girls and don't want to see them grow up.
Reply:In that piece, I think Phyllis McGinley was trying to rationalize some of her father's confounding behavior by prosaically rambling about it; romanticizing an absentee dad, perhaps.

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A question for those who know much, little or nothing at all about the Art and Science of shifting perspective

2010-03-14T19:55:00.001-07:00

Many say: "it's all a matter of perspective". If this is true, then what are some of the ways you shift yours? If you want to see from a new perspective, do you climb to the top of a mountain or do you become the mountain. If you want to understand anothers point of view, do you need to physically put on their shoes and literally walk a mile in them? Would that even work? How do you know you're actually seeing from their perspective? Do you find yourself using their words or adopting their mannerisms, or do you pick up on their thoughts and feelings as if they were your own? Do you need to establish a connection first? How? If Daz Mazter and I were sitting across from each other and we physically traded places, would that allow us to trade perspectives? Do paradigms exist apart from us and anyone can adopt them, or do they exist only in our minds and someone has to 'get in our head' to see how we see?

Can we 'see' how a plant sees? A chair? What about an atom or a planet or a god?

A question for those who know much, little or nothing at all about the Art and Science of shifting perspective
I am the shifting cosmic perspective of all with-in.

I am the shifting cosmic perspective of all with-out.

I am the shifting cosmic perspective of all with-all.

Yet, I never seem to move...

Where am I now...

Who am I now...

Am I You...

Am I Me...

Am I...

I Am!

Presto... and I am back... What was the question?
Reply:Becoming more aware would be a necessary step in the right direction.
Reply:I think that in order for one to claim they have walked in someone's shoes, that person would have had to have the same experiences as the other person. Otherwise our "perspective" would only be a projection of our own experiences and biases.
Reply:A person'd perspective is their own, shaped by the conditions particular to each person, therefore you cannot shift your own perspective to that of another.

This is precisely why our consciousness and it's various conditions should be known, understood and changed. It is precisely because of these various conditions and preconceived perceptions which cause so much trouble and other's suffering, as well as our own.

How do you see from another's perspective...? You cannot do this. It is because of this inability, as well as the problems ascociated with the "self", that we must then understand our own consciousness.

Understanding this consciousness then allows us to understand and deal with our selfish nature. Another person's perspective in any experience is their own, our perspective is likewise our own, therefore the experience itself, it's nature of impermanence is the key to the truth of the experience. That truth then allows us to ascociate the feelings which come with the experience with that experience, rather than relying on our perceptions to misguide us or another's perceptions to likewise misguide us away from the experience's true nature of impermanence.

This impermanence of all experience is a vital factor in understanding the nature of our reality. Stepping back from each experience thus taking a stance of an Observer, we do not "pick up" the feelings inherent to them, instead these feelings remain with the experience and we do not suffer long term.

Daily interactions with others from this perspective of the Observer, coupled with a renunciation of "self" allows us to both Observe ourselves interacting thus as well as not taking any ill feelings with us from the exchange, in this manner, it is unnecessary to "walk a mile in their shoes" as it were in order to accept them, their point of view, (their perspective) and it makes it much easier to be humble and therefore be better at tolerance, forgiveness and inclusion of others as opposed to a selfish chase for points as it were during these exchanges.

Self renunciation and an Observer's stance makes it easier for others to get along with us rather than the other way around. In an exchange with others, why must we always win...Does this prove anything, or is it just a points chasing excercise...? Is Life thus reduced to a tennis match...? I think that it would be a trivial Life..Don't you...? I much prefer to shake hands at the end of an interchange rather than having to duck...

A Buddhist perspective....
Reply:live in the moment - this will teach you everything you need to learn
Reply:Perspective is personal like opinions and truth. Own yours but leave ample room to upgrade. Keep it simple and easy for others to adopt. Be the best example to follow and you will lead others too.
Reply:Perception is the same as everything else, arises due to causes and conditions, is changing and impermanent. How you react to those, IMO, is all we need to be really worried about. If we react w/ equanimity and virtuous intent the rest is rather moot.

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Reply:is nothing good or bad but rather thinking makes it so?

i think the first step is empathy. to understand why someone is feeling the way they do.
Reply:Hmmm.. complex question... first, i know nothing about art or science or shifting perspectives... so here we go.

Most of those things you mentioned are just sayings that help people get an idea of what you are trying to get across. I don't think literally walking in someones shoes or climbing a mountain will do anything ( unless of course it is the shoe or mountain that they are referring to). When you want to see someone Else's perspective, I don't think you will experience it exactly the same as they will. Everyone sees everything a little different. But there are things that feel or look the same to everyone. If you get splashed in the face with water, it will feel wet. If you splash someone else in the face with water, 99.9% chance that they will say it feels wet. So, just doing what the other person is doing will give you an idea as far as feeling and seeing of what they feel and see. but you will never know exactly how it feels or looks to them. I think mostly because of emotion and a persons personal likes and dislikes. One person might like getting splashed with water, while another might think its annoying. Anyways, I'm not too good at explaining things, so that's the best I can do.
Reply:Come Home!
Reply:At the root is the law of perfect love, We just learn who, how, what, why, where, which, and when to consider each and one can see from where they came and what is binding them.
Reply:My practice is to not look at other answers before answering, so others might already have said this: I recommend the Seth Material, Seth Speaks, The Nature of Personal Reality, by Jane Roberts.

In physical terms, one cannot see from another's perspective, because we cannot be in their skull, cannot stand precisely where they stand; but we can use our mind to go inside someone else's body, then theoretically see what they see, (or heal). Jane Roberts and her husband, Robert Butts did these things, and much more. You do not require physicality to do the things you mention...mind forms the physical. Yes, we can see as a plant sees, and feel as it feels...nothing exists apart; all is one. But "one" does not mean "limited".
Reply:We obtain another persons perspective when they share with us their experience and we genuinely listen and take in what they say. Within us we compare their experience with our own and find similarities and differences. The differences are the new perspective. Of course we cannot literally walk in another persons shoes, but we can utilize consideration.
Reply:My first response was "CD"???? lol! Don't worry, I won't blow your cover....

Shifting personal perspective, which the real CD actually does a wonderful job of assisting with, is to me, a matter of openness, and the ability to sleep.

I can't tell you how many times I went to bed with the intent to switch and woke up, slightly altered. I do accept the assistance of others, usually through their natural state of just being. The outcome of which isn't that I walked in their shoes and now see from their perspective, but that in subtle nuances I'm able to understand and grasp more of who they are and shifted myself in the process.

Thus, I am different. Walking in different shoes...

The crisis of identity is that often it isn't fluent. Make yourself that much and we see far beyond personal experience.

So, tea, glass of wine or a beer?
Reply:What is seen is a matter of awareness. Even the ability to see the perspective of another comes out of the willingness to see it within yourself.

As we grow in awareness, we continually broaden our context. This doesn't make our old thoughts or the views of others wrong, it's just a shift of perspective into a larger, and more fruitful, context.

There is a context in which love is experienced as need fulfillment, one in which it's seen as compassion or positive expression or an energy, others where it is seen as Sourced from within the self and is not limited in it's expression, and ultimately it is a communion of Self with Self in the creative expression of Life.
Reply:New information and experiences can expand or shift perspective. In fact in some sense we are constantly shifting perspective. However, that does not mean that some aspect of ones perspectives cannot at the same time remain constant especially if ones perspective is very open to begin with. Then the contexts may shift and change and hence effect perspective again! Everything is connected, cause and effect are at work all the time...time and timelessness, motion and stillness, perception and instight...illusion and delusion...being and being mindful. WOW! Life is amazing!

My grandfather taught me to be a critical thinker. I thank him for that! It is one aspect of the 'experience' , there are more though it is indeed important...to me!

Peace-hug!

Jamie

Is there a new group forming? I can see it now...The Cosmics...Sunman what are you doing? Shapeshifting now?

You guys.....giggles and smiles!
Reply:WOW, deep man!

I can only answer by saying that I don't believe we can ever truly see another point of view, as we are so biaised to our own points of view. We can have empathy with a person or situation, but can never know the full nuances of that situation, so can never truly appreciate it.

Even if we walk a mile in someone's shoes, we are doing it from our own perspective and our own experiences.

We are each the sum of our experiences, and can never be the sum of someone else's.

Hmm, thoughtful . . . . I need to have a lie down after that!
Reply:Well, thanks for the shift,

it was quite a jolt,

I am alive as you know,

in part, to this question! ~*~

Edit: One needs only know themselves and all will be known.

I saw her down by the river today,

crying tears into the dirty water.

Does it always have to be like this?

Is this the way it's going to stay?

I told her everything is OK.

And even though I didn't lie to her,

I know why she Cris. ~*~
Reply:COSMIC! my words come back to haunt me..... lol

I use this all the time... so here is my way with it. I don't think anyone can truly walk in the shoes of another - because as long as we are separate, each retains their own take, or perspective, on everything. Totally individual.

So, in my practice, I have been learning (((still growing!!!)))

to accept that I really have no idea of the travails and challenges that stand before, and have shaped this "other" before me.

Instead, I strive to develop compassion - this motivates allowance, acceptance, tolerance. Yes, I do employ mirroring - to use another's gestures, words, etc - this creates a sympathetic comfort zone on a subtle level. And yes, I am aware this is not "me", but a tool for greater connection possibilities. It works. The art of being present, of listening and "hearing" the other, is key.

There is so much that remains unspoken - if the heart is not open, it will remain unknown to us. People want to be known, to be really seen, and to be accepted. That is the tool to eventually giving that gift to the self. Self realization, self acceptance, self love. We have to start somewhere.

To pick up on another's feelings as one's own is an entirely other issue. That is described as empathy. To be a psychic empath can be very stressful, particularly if there has been no support to the child growing up with this. Most adults have shut this down if no one present in their lives knew how to guide them. Empaths need boundaries, need to learn discernment of what is them and what is the truth of another.

Shifting then, for me, is all about being open, available, and flexable. Who will come before me today? I have no way to know - so if I move within a state of ready watchfulness, I am aware, and can respond through that awareness (as opposed to react)

Reactions are conditionings, the old stuff, not in the present.

namaste !

edit: ok you, I am onto this one becoming one with now.

Well done!!! lmao
Reply:You can only shift your perspective into something that you believe is possible. I mean, maybe I could think like a mountain... but if I didn't believe that were possible, I wouldn't even try...

"Walk a mile in another man's shoes..." I think this IS necessary to really understand another's perspective. Life tends to give experiences from which we can empathise with others... if we allow those experiences to come. Usually empathy (the ability to see things from another's perspective) comes from having experienced hardship... whether it be the hardship of mental health issues, poverty, poor physical health, or the hardship of riches, fame, etc.

You can know when you're seeing from another person's perspective when you communicate effectively, using skills such as active listening and feedback. They will let you know if you are understanding them correctly.

Yes, we can "see" how a plant sees, or a chair.... my husband has done those things. He hasn't yet tried an atom.... and although he often communicates with God, I doubt he sees everything that God sees.

Still, each moment communicating with God does help to shift the perspective, little by little.

Peace and Love.
Reply:This question is definitely my cuo of tea, but I am in the middle of incendiarising a small herd of dead animals, so I will have to write in stits and f*rts, back soon.

OK, part II, I think I have used my IMAX theatre analogy here before, so bear with me if I am boring you. IMAX theatre big gigantic screen composed of a couple of thousand small 'pixel' type screens, creating a composite picture. You sit down, stuff your face with popcorn and blow your brain-synapses with saturating input, right ? OK, so far so good. Now, imagine instead of one big composite image it was really 2,000 ( + or - ) different images, you know that in your present configuration that you could not focus on all of them at once, maybe two or three, but that's about it for most of us. However, you also know that under hypnosis, later your brain could recall every single scene, because we all know that whatever sensory input passes the senses remains stored somewhere in our minds. So, the 'trick' is to be able to open the narrow focus of our inner vision, as if we only had the rods in our retinae, instead of the central cones which allow sharp focal vision, we would 'see' everything in general, and would, eventually be able to absorb all input simultaneously.

Now, moving right along. the next part of the trick of focus-shifting is to be able to pan 'out' to all that is going on in our greater Omniverse, and then zoom in on any particular view, such as CosmicShifter, or even CosmicDrifter, and I bet that before long there will be a CosmicSister, or two !

The rea; 'Tree of Life' is the extending branches of consciousness from First Thought, down all of the decision points to each tiny 'leaf' which we each represent, thus we are all eternally connected in a chain of consciousness, and thus we can go back up the branch until we reach the point of divergence from whoever we want to 'reach', and come back down their line, until we can, literally, put ourselves behind their 'camera' of perception.

It's the greatest fun you can have while still keeping your monkey suit on ! ;-)))

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Life's unanswered queshtons???????

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If you are climbing up a tree and the power goes out how many toes can a monkey eat? Zero cats only have 1 tail.

If you're going down the highway, and you lose a foot, what day does the mad cow get drowned in the hogs shoe??

if you're in a hurricane and a tree falls, what sound does a cow make on the 4th of July in a blizzard?

If youre paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many pancakes fit in a doghouse? None! Icecream doesn't have bones!!!

Life's unanswered queshtons???????
RU High?
Reply:ive heard a different version of that last one.

its: when you walk on log backwards, how many pancakes does it take to build a doghouse? Purple, cause there arent bones in chocolate pudding.
Reply:what???? doesn't make any sense
Reply:All great questions I don't have the answer to...
Reply:You make me happy :]
Reply:What has happened to you?????????

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Quaid-e-Azam Mohamad Ali Jinnah escaped killing by minutes. TRUE OR FALSE?

2010-03-12T20:15:00.000-08:00

Just after partition of 1947 Jinnah came to Lahore first time. A huge public meeting was organised in the Lahore University Ground. He stood up the microphone to address illiterate grief stricken people. He only uttered "Brothers %26amp; Sisters" and soon people start throwing shoes, oranges, sugar-canes, stick and stones at him.I heard shouts,"Maro Issay - Yeh Kafir Hai"(means he is non-muslim). "He is Farrangi Angrez (he could not speak Urdu) He is the one who has dislocated us, MARO ISSEY (kill him). On this the mob started rushing towards the stage and some in the front rows already climbed few stops on stage with open knives. On this the party members escorted him and drove off. We killed Gandhi and we were about to kill Jinnah. Now after 60 years when I see their pictures hanging in government offices in both countries I get preturbed and ask myself, did they deserve this treatment the nations gave them in return for their life long sacrifices? Should we have it done this way to kill?

Quaid-e-Azam Mohamad Ali Jinnah escaped killing by minutes. TRUE OR FALSE?
In a speech to the League in 1930, Sir Muhammad Iqbal mooted an independent state for Muslims in "northwest India." Choudhary Rahmat Ali published a pamphlet in 1933 advocating a state called "Pakistan". Following the failure to work with the Congress, Jinnah, who had embraced separate electorates and the exclusive right of the League to represent Muslims, was converted to the idea that Muslims needed a separate state to protect their rights. Jinnah came to believe that Muslims and Hindus were distinct nations, with unbridgeable differences—a view later known as the Two Nation Theory.[20] Jinnah declared that a united India would lead to the marginalization of Muslims, and eventually civil war between Hindus and Muslims. This change of view may have occurred through his correspondence with Iqbal, who was close to Jinnah.[21] In the session in Lahore in 1940, the Pakistan resolution was adopted as the main goal of the party. The resolution was rejected outright by the Congress, and criticised by many Muslim leaders like Maulana Abul Kalam Azad, Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan, Syed Ab'ul Ala Maududi and the Jamaat-e-Islami. On July 26, 1943, Jinnah was stabbed and wounded by a member of the extremist Khaksars in an attempted assassination.

Jinnah founded Dawn in 1941—a major newspaper that helped him propagate the League's point of views. During the mission of British minister Stafford Cripps, Jinnah demanded parity between the number of Congress and League ministers, the League's exclusive right to appoint Muslims and a right for Muslim-majority provinces to secede, leading to the breakdown of talks. Jinnah supported the British effort in World War II, and opposed the Quit India movement. During this period, the League formed provincial governments and entered the central government. The League's influence increased in the Punjab after the death of Unionist leader Sikander Hyat Khan in 1942. Gandhi held talks fourteen times with Jinnah in Mumbai in 1944, about a united front—while talks failed, Gandhi's overtures to Jinnah increased the latter's standing with Muslims Through the 1940s, Jinnah suffered from tuberculosis; only his sister and a few others close to him were aware of his condition. In 1948, Jinnah's health began to falter, hindered further by the heavy workload that had fallen upon him following Pakistan's creation. Attempting to recuperate, he spent many months at his official retreat in Ziarat, but died on September 11, 1948 from a combination of tuberculosis and lung cancer. His funeral was followed by the construction of a massive mausoleum—Mazar-e-Quaid—in Karachi to honour him; official and military ceremonies are hosted there on special occasions.

Dina Wadia remained in India after partition, before ultimately settling in New York City. Jinnah's grandson, Nusli Wadia, is a prominent industrialist residing in Mumbai. In the 1963–1964 elections, Jinnah's sister Fatima Jinnah, known as Madar-e-Millat ("Mother of the Nation"), became the presidential candidate of a coalition of political parties that opposed the rule of President Ayub Khan, but lost the election. The Jinnah House in Malabar Hill, Mumbai is in the possession of the Government of India—its future is officially disputed.[43] Jinnah had personally requested Indian Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru to preserve the house and that one day he could return to Mumbai.[44] There are proposals for the house be offered to the Government of Pakistan to establish a consulate in the city, as a goodwill gesture, but Dina Wadia's family have laid claim to the property.
Reply:Possibly, personally I don't give a shite myself.
Reply:Yes they have always been a tolerant nation, seems like nothing has changed...when in doubt kill non believers....what a sad state of affairs in what could be a great nation, most of which is still illiterate.

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Know resourses to aid re-homing F3 bengal cat,???

2010-03-12T20:14:00.003-08:00

hello:

i need a "forever home" for a loving, sweet, leash trained, fixed,

2 year old, male, micro chipped, 12 pound , F3 bengal cat.

*** he loves to play and re-arrange things in your house..., hides

shoes, ectra... loves to jump to your shoulders/back to rub heads,

sleeps at the foot of the bed, never any biting, scratching behavior

with anyone...

*** needs to be inside with a large, un-escapable area where be can play, eat grass or possibly climb a tree.

*** lives with another cat...met one dog when he was a kitten and they played together.

*** i've had him since he was 8 weeks old...[ from shelter where they had been told that he was a "brown tabby"]...

Know resourses to aid re-homing F3 bengal cat,???
An F3? Eeek. If it's from a shelter - how do you know it's F3?

Try petfinder - they have a classified section for private owners who need to give away their animals. Also, try the Bengal Rescue groups.

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What do you think of this poem, prose, story, whatever?

2010-03-12T20:14:00.002-08:00

I think of you swinging in your grandmother’s back yard. Excitement %26amp; predictability combined: An autistic child’s favorite activity. It’s no wonder that some days you’d stay on the swings for hours. No giggles or smiles, but a look of deep concentration as if you are trying to defy physics with every swing.

But today, something apparently distracts you. Do you climb the fence on just a whim, or does something catch your eye?

But over you go and the adventure begins. Wading through the tall weeds, chasing grasshoppers that scatter with every step. Weaving through the fallen trees that would block an adults’ path.

At some point you hear a sound. The thrilling sound of trickling, gurgling, flowing water.

No longer are your steps random, but with great purpose you hike through the grass %26amp; find the creek.

Your shoes come off, then your socks and into the water you go. Following a school of fish, or maybe just the water’s flow when you step into the deep.

What do you think of this poem, prose, story, whatever?
I like this story because imagery is strong and the words you used cut right to the plot. I can tell you've done some good editing. I might suggest only a few things, and those are grammatical only.

Replace all ampersands (%26amp;) with the word 'and.' It smacks of amateurism. Do a spell check and then correct "with eye's as brown as your's" to read:

"with eyes as brown as yours." The words eyes and yours should not show possessive; they're merely in plural form.

Good job! You should continue writing.
Reply:Smart Kat,

Thanks for selecting my reply as best and giving it a four-star rating. I'll also look at your other poem you had mentioned in an e-mail--as soon as I can find it. Report It

Reply:This is a recurring theme I have nightmares about and I simply don't know if I could pick up the pieces as you apparently have done. I admire and respect your strength in the face of such an unfathomable loss. You are an incredible person! What a great role model you are to your daughter. =) Report It

Reply:Very good...Did you write this?
Reply:Oh my! That really got me. Good job.
Reply:its a story of the way we should all live our lives no fear because no matter what happens its for a reason there is no terrible accident waiting because nothing is terrible and autism might just be a better understanding then what wave lenghth we see things in there perception is much more in tuned then the rest
Reply:My opinion is that it is poetic prose, but that's not the important thing about it. It is sincere and you have found words that pretty well match your meaning and feelings, which are the important things about writing anything.
Reply:Well Kat, I don't think it was grammatical corrections you were after here, although you got some of that too!

Your story struck me on two levels. First, earlier this summer a little 3 year-old boy drowned in the Fox river nearby. I read about it in the newspaper and realized it was the same hyperactive little boy we had met at a recent minor league baseball game. He had walked away from his parents at the ballpark and was lost for 15 terrifying minutes. His mother was hysterical. Little more than a month later he apparently wandered into the river while his mother was briefly distracted... just as your story suggests.

Second, I have often wondered why these things happen? Why are some innocent lives lost before they've barely begun? I thought about this at the time of the drowning and now again as I read your story.

The only plausible answer is that there is more to the totality of a life than it's length and "measureable" accomplishments. There are also the unmeasureable accomplishments. That you and I write about these things, that others may be caused to think about their own purpose on earth, and that we understand and fear death a little less... these may have been the purpose of those two little boys, at the ballpark and on the swing.

Eventually, we will have made our lasting impressions on earth and then rest at peace and recapture our innocence... with whomever our brown-eyed father may be.

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Does Anyone Else Have This Problem???

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When I was a kid my parents never let us have pets. They kept a relatively clean house and always refused to put up with the mess that animals make; also, my brother and I were bad enough. I always complained that I wanted a pet and couldn't understand Mom and Dad's logic against it -- until now. Today, as an adult in a house full of filthy animals, I see my parents' point of view.

My wife is a big animal lover and has passed this trait to our nine-year-old daughter. To date we have one dog, three cats, two birds, one hamster, and nine goldfish. At one time we had four birds and twelve hamsters. At the time I started to cohabitate with my wife -- about ten years ago, when I was thirty-two -- she had only two cats and two birds, and I think my stepson had hamsters or mice. Other than the occasional cat hair in the butter dish or skidmarks on my pillowcase, I tolerated the mess. (Being in a new relationship, one doesn't always ***** and complain a lot if one wants to get laid.) I think the first time I lost it was when my wife hung the birdcage from the kitchen ceiling and the birds would flutter around, their feathers, food, and fecal matter leaving the cage and landing wherever... sometimes in the dinner I was ready to eat.

But that was nothing compared with my life these days. And it's not only the freaky fecal episodes of the animals that bother me. Growing up, the only time I experienced fecal matter in the house was in the bathroom. Today I experience it everywhere. I'm no angel, and I will admit that living with my gas attacks is no picnic, and that I can destroy a toilet with the best of them; but my wife and my daughter and the all the animals are driving me nuts.

The Wife. A lot of women are shy about shitting and farting in front of others, especially their significant other. I once dated a girl for five years and never recall hearing her fart; I don't think she ever dropped a load. I like that sort of woman. Don't get me wrong -- I enjoy a good tale from a female, but I prefer the woman I live with and **** to be fecal free. Well, after over ten years together, my wife has no shame in ripping massive farts and leaving skid marks on the toilet seat; and believe me, she can stink up a bathroom as good as any man.

The Child. A few years back I told P how my wife was always the one on cleanup detail after our daughter dropped a loaf. Our daughter is now nine years old and finally she wipes her own ***; but she will only use wet wipes. Since we don't want a garbage can full of stinky, ****-crusted wipes, we buy the "flushable wipes," and those suckers ain't cheap. This damn wet wipe addiction is forcing my daughter into a life of Shameful Shitting. It seems that nearly every time I pick her up from school she wants to rush home immediately due to the fact that she was been "holding it" all day. She just refuses to use the dry toilet paper at school. I love the child and want her to be happy, but I have certainly survived using dry paper for over forty years... and those flushable wet wipes are expensive...

The Dog. Dixie, our four-year-old sheltie, rarely has an accident. I can't remember the last time she **** in the house -- probably not since she was a pup. This dog can really hold a load and has an iron bladder; I've witnessed her go up to eighteen hours without pissing. My problem with the dog is that she shits ALL OVER the yard. Instead of squatting and dropping a pile, Dixie will drop a nugget, move a foot, drop a nugget, move a foot, and continue this up to twenty times per defecation. The dog spends a fair amount of time outside and when she sees a stranger or hears something odd she will run around like a maniac, galloping through her own ****, mud, and whatever else is on the ground. The dog will then come into the house, run on the carpet, and jump on the furniture and the beds with her dookie-covered paws. What burns me is that my wife has the nerve to ***** me out if I walk on the carpet with my shoes on -- even after I wiped them. The only other thing about this dog is that Dixie is a cat **** eater. I have on occasion caught her with her head in the litter box. We feed the dog well, but I guess kitty poop is a doggie delicacy.

Cat One. Max is fourteen years old, blind, and has chronic diarrhea. The vet told my wife four years ago to put Max to sleep and out of his misery; but the wife just won't submit. This cat can really blast *** -- once he shot a watery load all over the side of the dryer about two feet from the ground. This cat shits and pukes everywhere. He tries to make it to the litter box but often he "craps out" or gets confused. About a month ago my wife spent $700 on a new living room chair that has now become Max's favorite spot to sleep. I have witnessed him use the litter box and immediately head for this new chair, his *** hair crusted in liquid poop. The cat also uses the new chair as a scratching post and has already frayed several threads.

Cat Two. Ziggy is an outdoor cat. He only has three legs -- he lost a front leg to cancer about four years ago. He can still kill birds and moles and he gets in his share of raccoon fights... he is a tough old bastard. Everyone in the neighborhood feeds him; he will disappear for up to five days at a time and come home happy and well fed. Since the cat is getting older my wife tries to keep Ziggy inside, especially during bad weather, but the cat will let out this ******* annoying cry and scratch at the door. If that doesn't work, Ziggy has a trick that will surely gets us to boot his *** outside: he will shamelessly **** in front of us. Many a time my wife has insisted on keeping Ziggy inside for his own good, like after he gets his *** kicked by a raccoon. This makes the cat rebel and the rotten prick will walk right up to us, perhaps when we are watching the tube, look us dead in the eye, and blatantly drop a steaming pile.

Last year when we went on vacation we kept all three cats in the basement for a week. My stepson and parents came over daily to feed the cats. Ziggy shat all over the basement regularly and refused to use the litter box. My stepson told us that one day he stopped over and Ziggy made several attempts to get outside. After the cat gave up he lay down on his side, looked at my stepson, and just squeezed out a monster log.

Cat Three. Puss-Puss is only two years old and is still mischievous. My only problem with her is that she will use the litter box after Max paints it with diarrhea, and then she'll sit on the furniture with kitty litter and Max's dung all over her backside.

The Birds. As I said earlier, all kinds of crap flies from bird cages. We started out two years ago with one male canary, and that was tolerable. When the thing stopped singing my wife figured it was lonely. We bought an inexpensive companion -- a male finch. The two birds would fight regularly, so my wife bought another cage in order to separate the birds. Now we had two lonely birds. My wife's solution was to go out and buy a female canary and a female finch. We had to keep the cages at the highest point in the house -- on top of our five-foot-high entertainment center -- because Puss Puss desperately wants a bird to chomp on. So the top of the entertainment center, the television, and the DVD player -- not to mention the carpet -- is always littered with bird ****, birdseed, and feathers. Thankfully we managed to get rid of the finches, which cuts down on the mess.

The Hamster. The funniest and the grossest display in my house comes courtesy our hamster and his infamous Wheel of ****. I don't know if anyone is familiar with these newfangled cages in which the hamster exercise wheel is enclosed and on top of the cage. The hamster can climb through a tube to access the wheel, which is sealed except for a few air slits. Hamsters are filthy rodents that drop little turds constantly; needless to say, this wheel is crusted with a trail of smeared crap and the little ****** runs and runs and shits and shits. It is so ******* nasty and, especially at three AM, annoying. I just know fecal matter is flying through those air slits. We keep the hamster cage up next to the birdcage because the Puss Puss also wants that hamster for dinner.

I can't believe we haven't caught a weird disease living under these conditions. I panic if I see a fly in the house -- odds are it was just sitting on an animal turd minutes earlier. But I am outnumbered two to one in the household; so I guess I must learn to make all feces my friend, and try and enjoy my household of filth.

Does Anyone Else Have This Problem???
Holy crap, that was long!

Ok. Firstly sounds like your having some marital issues with the wife. It sounds like you feel that she has somehow tricked you into a relationship that you are now "stuck" in. As a female, I resent some of the wordage you used to describe the act of courtship as trying to get tale etc...

She appears to be just being who she has always been, an animal lover. She had pets when she met you after all. It's not like she said she hated animals then, after the I' do's said, "Oh and by the way..."

It also sounds like she is unaware that you are having such an issue with her bodily noises and habits. May be you could quietly and calmly with no cursing explain to her that there are some things that are making your life very uncomfortable.

We (Ladies) have a right to fart wherever we need to. Most of us try to be discreet. Explain to your wife as lovingly as you can that it really disturbs you that she rips them in front of you. She may not know that she is really bothering you. You can also try to explain that leaving "skid-marks" on the toilet gross you out. As for stinking up the bathroom, sorry- it happens, buy air freshener and move on.

The Child, you are enabling her to continue her dependance on wet wipes. STOP BUYING THEM. She will begin wiping using regular old toilet paper when she gets tired of having crusty butt. It's a phase and hopefully will be a short lived one. To me, it would be worth the extra laundry for a few weeks. Besides, holding your bowels for that long is not healthy!

The dog- Dixie. Best bet is to put your foot down and demand that she have her paws wiped off before coming inside. A quick wipe with a towel should ease your issues with her. She may not be able to help her deficating methods, it's not like she has a toilet seat to lean on. The best defence against her stepping in it is to scoop it up right away. You can do it yourself (have the child do it) or many communities have a company that will do it for you. Your wife may have never thought to wipe the dog's paws.

Max- Explain that the older cat is really not enjoying life anymore, be kind and understand that putting a pet to sleep is a hard choice to make. Point out how his life is no longer enjoyable, the diarrhea being blind/ deaf etc... You can also take him to the groomer and ask for a "sanitary cut" this will shave the long hairs around his nether region and make cleaning him up after an accident MUCH easier.

Ziggy- Sounds like you are ok with him as long as he's not on the injured list. When he has to be kept inside "for his own good" you might consider buying a large kennel and placing it in a covered spot outside. Give him a litter box, food and water dishes and a place to get warm (a closed cardboard box with a hole cut into with a towel inside works well.) This way he is outside, so if he does howel, you won't hear him and if he does poo outside the box, its very simple to cleanup.

Puss Puss- She cant help if she needs to poo and max has been there first. I would suggest having two boxes out, this will give her the option using a clean box. If max is put to sleep, then that ends that problem.

Birds- There is an item called a cage skirt. It wraps around the bottom 1/3rd of a cage and really helps cut down on the stuff that flies out of the cage. You can also, depending on how big the cage is, use an appropriate sized hook and hang the cage from the ceiling. This would enable you place the cage anywhere you deem acceptable.

Hamster- Nasty creatures I agree. Your family is probably too attached to get rid of it, so the best you can do is limit the mess. Look for a new cage one that has the wheel inside the cage proper. They do exist, I promise.

It sounds as if you are a borderline germaphobe, who is very uncomforatble living with this may animals. I would talk to your wife in as kind and honest a way as you can and explain that while you don't mind the animals, they need to be cleaned up after in a more timely manner. Keep Clorox wipes so that simple cleanups are a snap. Our dogs are not allowed on the bed, unles we invite them "up". It sounds like your dog might do well with a little training refresher, then you an use some of those cues to restrict her unwanted behaviour while in the house.

Good grief this took forever! Hope this helped a little!
Reply:man i admire your courage and all the energy it must have taken you to type this. i think a couple other people have that problem too. but what they dont have is the courage to keep up the care instead of booting them out on the street. what you should do is set some limits though. i dont mean locking them away forever. what i mean is compromise. talk to your wife and daughter. i mean come on, do the birds really have to be over the KITCHEN of all places. Next you need to do some serious potty training or else your house will drive people away, literally. start with your daughter. i mean she's nine. she can talk and reason with you here i mean, seriously wet wipes?i mean how far will THAT go? to college? what if she's boarding somewhere? you got to let her see that there are other kinds of toilet papers in the world. let her buy some with allowance and take it to school or something. as for your dog and cats, some re-training is in order. See if this helps:

http://www.dogtrainingbasics.com/Potty%2...

http://perfectpaws.com/train.html

Keep Dixie quiet when she's doing her thing and dont let her get distracted. if you want, take her for a walk everday and keep her on a leash so she can focus.

I'm sorry to say this but Max really needs to be put down, no questions asked. i know your wife loves him to death, but Max has lived a nice long happy life and it's time for him to move on. Some people actually end up making their pet's lives miserable by refusing to put them to sleep and it doesn't look like he (and you) aren't having the time of your life. He's losing body fluids and constant diarreha and puking are very painful for him.

As for Ziggy, get him neutered. It should make him calmer. if you can't litter box train him then you'll have to take him outside like a dog. You might want to fence him in. Oh and when you kick him out he might see that as a reward for doing his little trick for you. There might not be to much you can do for Ziggy but be strong anyway.

Puss-puss also needs to learn to use a litterbox without the odors of cats past. When she goes, make sure the box is clean. When she uses it by herself praise her. if it doesn't work get her her own litter box. There are self cleaning litter boxes also if you want one. And if you need get rid of the birds or shut them and the hamster in another room with newspapers or something on the floor to catch the droppings. they aren't helping the situation, and get her a toy instead.

As for the hamster, take the wheel out and get him tubes to crawl through instead. excersize without the mess.

Make sure you clean your house every month at least (and i mean a really thourough cleaning).

And as for the wife, please let her know that a clean home is a happy home for everyone. good luck ;)
Reply:You have a great knack with words, you should write a book. Bet you feel better getting it off your chest???You sound like you have a zoo! Only answer I have for you is to eat out a lot and to get professional cleaners to come in every once in a while. And then sit back and enjoy the entertainment.
Reply:I think this post had been better being posted in the relationships section. You need to speak to your family and make it clear, YOUR PETS, YOU CLEAN IT! Tell them ... and mean it... you and your pets suffer if the environment is not clean. No animal or person deserves that. Tell them, clean it regularly and daily at that... or more often as is needed or tell them you will take the animals away to the vet to have euthanased. Especially the one the vet said should have been years before. This is no way to keep a household, pets or a person. Sounded vile to me.

Hope you get some ship shape and bristol fashion cleaning done there soon for all your sakes.
Reply:dude i think you should clean up more often...but i do admire you, i love animals too, they are way better than kids and humans, not only that they will never turn against you!!!!!!
Reply:This one took a really, really long time to read. All I can really say is that your life sucks.

And you need to cut down the cursing.
Reply:Are your hands broken? Clean up all that ****.

BTW, shat is not a word.
Reply:In answer to your question, no I don't have that problem. We have a house full of animals too, but they are all extremely well behaved and tidy. And I worked damn long and hard to get them that way.

It is possible to be an animal lover and not live in a pig sty.

I'm sorry to say it, but this is your own fault, or did you forget that you're the man of the house and have a say in these matters? My husband and I are as equal as any two people can be in a marriage, but if he says to me, this is how it's going to be, then that's it. I respect him as the man of our house. For whatever reason, you don't have that and I suggest you work on getting it.

A man should not have to dread coming home. It should be a place of relaxation for you. Your wife needs to understand this. You, should spend a week in a hotel or something, so she can get the picture. This is not a funny situation and it seems to me like your wife and daughter think it is some big joke. It is not healthy for you or the animals to be living like this.

As for what you can do to help the situation, I would highly recommend having at least one litter box for each cat and spacing them throughout the house. It's sounding like at least one of them, is having difficulty getting to the box in time. Besides, cats will not use a dirty litter box, so keep up with the scooping or get a box that scoops for you.

My oldest cat, Nico had a serious problem with diarrhea for a long time, until I finally thought that he may need more fiber in his diet. He now gets a spoonful of canned pumpkin with every meal and hasn't had a runny poop since. This might help poor little Max as well, you never know.

I would get an animal trainer to your house (I mean, you can get one from Pet Smart and many other pet stores, plus your vet can probably refer you to one as well). Explain to them what's going on and work on how to fix it. You might not be able to fix everything, but enough should be able to be done to make your life enjoyable again. It sounds to me like your wife is getting all these animals before knowing how to properly care for them and an animal trainer will be able to help in this regard too.

This is an unacceptable situation that you're in and that's the bottom line. Even if you all haven't been sick yet, it's coming. Best to fix the situation before that happens.

Time to take back YOUR house.
Reply:LMFSO !!

I have 13 cats, 2 dogs, 1 bird, 1 lizard 3 tanks of fish and 4 teenagers in my house and it seems like a haven of peace and tranquility compared to yours !

You've really got to take control of this and nibble away at the problem a bit at a time instead of just suddenly going Basil on it.

For 3 cats you need at least 3 trays - they should be cleaned daily which will help to stop the cats tracking through each other's doings every time they pay a visit. Get the old cat to the vet and see what can be done - chronic diarrhea needs to be sen to.

The hamster wheel should be removed and soaked ( minus hamster of course) in warm soapy water and then scrubbed. This should be done regularly to avoid the threat of atomized hamster crap being sprayed around the room at high velocity.

You need to get a tray to go under the bird cage to catch the mess ( this also should be cleaned out daily.)

The yard needs to be kept ultra clean - I also had a dog that shat in installments and the only way to avoid getting it tracked in to the house is to clean the yard.

As for your child's fixation on wet wipes - provide norrmal toilet paper - if that's not god enough let her buy her wet wipes with her own pocket money.

BTW most people fart regardless of age sex or wealth - you must have just been leading a sheltered life.

Oddly enough living amongst all this has probably made you immune to most things going !

Hope you feel better now you've had your rant - I'll just go clean up that furball !
Reply:The only part I can help you with is the girl you dated who never dropped a load. Yes she did. She just didn't let you know it. I used to go to the gas station down the road when I slept over at my now husband's house. He actually asked me once why I never took a dump-he thought I was sick! As for the other, animal lovers are just that and I bet the animals will come first in a shootout. However, you could be in trouble if your home reaches filthy levels that the Humane Society gets involved. It's bad for yours and your animals's health to live in squaller. Better get everyone a bucket and some old rags and have Saturday "Fun Day" twice a month!
Reply:LOL, well I can't really help you with any of that but I much did enjoy the story!!
Reply:Oh, man. That sounds awful. Maybe I can help with one or two things. About the cat with horrible diarrhea. If he is having that much trouble, ask your wife to consider how Max is feeling. Diarrhea is painful. And he's throwing up too? His life must be hell. Really, if he has something you can't treat, why make him live with that? It's really being selfish to want to keep him around in that condition, rather than letting him be at peace. If you ask her to empathize with the cat rather than you, you may make headway. Second, with your daughter. As a mother of a headstrong 5 year old, I totally empathize with you. Does she get an allowance? Ask her to buy her wipes with her allowance and bring them to school with her. If she runs out, she'll just have to deal with it. Buy nice soft toilet paper for home, so it's as comfortable an alternative as possible. From there, you'll have to decide which will work better with her, asking her to handle her own dirty laundry when she doesn't wipe or throwing it out. As far as the birds and hamster are concerned, couldn't they be in separate rooms from the cats so they don't have to be so high? Put drop cloths under them to catch the feces. The outdoor cat: as far as he's concerned when he's inside you're imprisoning him without access to the toilet. He doesn't recognize the litter box as a litter box. Some people have reported success by putting dirt on top of the litter in the litter box. It feels like what he normally goes on so it may fool him. In multiple cat households you should have a litter box for each cat and one extra (in case you dont).
Reply:Goodness.

1. Scoop up the dog poop in the yard at least once every day. The dog can't track poop into the house if the yard is kept clean.

2. Scoop out the cat litter boxes every day. Clean them out completely every week or two. You probably need 2-3 litter boxes for 3 cats. If you're going out of town, your cat sitters need to clean out the litter boxes as well as feeding/watering.

3. The hamster's cage needs to be cleaned out weekly.

4. I don't know anything about birds, but it sounds like more frequent cage cleaning wouldn't hurt.
Reply:Whoa, this sounds like the small tip of the sh**berg! You need to have a family meeting and work out some of these issues constructively. That means don't get into a lot of finger pointing, name calling, etc. It sounds like you have a lot of issues and resentments towards your family and it's taking its form as a fecal rant. This won't get resolved unless all of you communicate better.

We have a lot of pets, too, and the entire family works together to make sure they are all clean, well fed, and happy. I know pets can be messy. Part of it may be that your family has too many animals in a small space. Also, birds and rodents are notoriously messy to keep. A fish tank might work out better for the family as long as the water is kept clean and healthy! At least the fish won't be taking a dump outside their aquarium.
Reply:I would try finding guards to keep the mess inside the cages you have ro find a cage that has guards.

http://www.qualitycage.com/sacages.html

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Good camp prank ideas???

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so i go to karate camp every year. it is SO fun. my cabin always has the best pranks. one year we stole one cabin's pillows and shoes. another year we stole a cabin's karate belts, hid them, then put them on the stairs and they had to climb up and down on the spiky stairs in front of everybody. then we changed all the guy's shoelaces with pink and purple friend's laces, and covered them with sparkles. this year, i'm kind of stuck for a prannk idea, so if you could help that ouwld be great! thank you =D stuff that isn't destructive please and they CAN"T KNOW WHO DID IT! thanks

Good camp prank ideas???
Here are some things that I did back when I was a camper:

A friend of mine had a single cabin. It was pretty tiny--so I took a roll of hardcore saran wrap and saran wraped him in his cabin. Boy, was he mad :)

Steal the clothing of the folks, put it in a plastic garbage bag, and put it on a rack in the middle of the river. If you don't have a river, well...never mind :P

Steal all of the mattresses out of the cabins. The ones that we had were super thin, and easy to snatch. Try to make the beds look normal, so that no one knows until they sit down on their bunk.

Attack the cabin in the night armed with water balloons or super soakers. Wear camouflage. Run amok. You aren't finished unless unless the campers and the councilor are completely soaked through.

Good luck, have fun, tell us what you ended up doing when you come back :)
Reply:Okay, I'm not a big prankster, but I have an idea. In the middle of the night when everyone is sleeping...make sure the lights are off. Then cover your faces in ski masks to make sure no one knows who you are. After that, take a huge bucket of ice cold water and dump it on someone. They will most likely scream and wake everyone up! When that happens, run out as fast as you can. IF everyone falls back asleep, take a spray bottle and spray water everywhere around the room. Spray peoples beds, their clothes, their personal belongings, EVERYTHING. Then quickly take toilet paper and put it all over the things you sprayed with water. It will stick and be very hard to get it off! The next day make sure you act like nothing ever happened and you have no idea whats going on.

hope my wild ideas help :P
Reply:1. Go in there room and put Silly string everyweres! and put whip cream there hands and by there head.

2. Steal all there clothes ( not the ones there wearing)

3.When there in the shower yell FIRE!

4. In washermachine shrink there clothing.

5. Tell them your all meeting in the woods at 5pm then when they leave go in there cabin and mess it up!

6. If there are 2 girl cabins and 2 boy cabins get 1 girl cabin to take clothing from the other one then the boys to take clothing from the other one the exchange the clothing and give the boys the girl clothing and the girls the boys clothing

7.Before mourning take one of the popular people from the other cabin and put them outside in there sleep
Reply:All of those pranks are stupid and not funny no offence though. If you want t a really cool prank, take a shaving cream and put it in guys hand while he is sleeping, when you done that, tickle his face with a feather and when he will feel it, he will scratch it with the hand full of shaving cream... you will have to see his reaction, it is helerious
Reply:Heres a good one bring 10 bottles of chocolate syrup and pour it in a bucket the whill some kids are sleeping hang it in there cabin door and when they open the door in the morning
Reply:At Night, bang on the windows and doors,

and start screaming.

Flash lots of lights in there and stuff.

Then, when they come out the door, hide around back,

or rush back to your cabin.
Reply:Hmm.. you could:

1)Put iching powder in thier beds

2)Take off thier shower head and add a package of blue Kool-Aid mix, and they put it back on

3) Glue the refridgerator door shut

4) At night take all of thier totlitries
Reply:When my boys went to camp they caught a bunch of spiders. They let the spiders go in the girls cabin. The funny thing is the girls didn't even notice.
Reply:powdered sugar in a sleeping bag is epic. The victim will sweat at night, and in the morning they end up looking like a glazed ham. Be warned though, this will make the bag pretty hard to wash
Reply:Put a table above while they sleep then call for grizzly bear attacks emergencies or a wild fire. This will wake them up and hitting their heads on the table. LOL
Reply:go to a cabin with girls in it and take their bras and hang them up around the guys cabin up high so the guys have to watch them trying to get them
Reply:behind each cabin there might be a breaker box open it and turn off there power...it is not that funny, but....
Reply:put their hand in warm water when theyre sleeping :D

or draw mustaches on em with washable marker.
Reply:Unroll the toilet paper, sprinkle fiber glass in it and roll it back up.
Reply:Saran wrap the toilet.
Reply:Sneak to their cabin and blow it up.(Recomend c4)
Reply:you should karate chop someone when their sleeping

haha karate camp

sweet life
Reply:saran wrap the toilet!!
Reply:karate camp?
Reply:putting a frog in someone's pillow case..(make sure that frog is not hurt, at all)
Reply:paint the guys hair pink.

(spray paint)
Reply:guy or girl camp???
Reply:put dog doo doo in a sleeping bag of someone you don't like .

tee hee!!!

skin problems