Heat Shield Premium Exhaust Wrap 2" X 50" (1200 degrees Farenheit) - RM230 (made in USA) Billion Super Thermo Cloth - RM110 (1.6mm) RM100 (0.4mm) Elevo Exhaust Thermo Wrap 10m - RM85 Arospeed Exhaust Thermo Wrap 7m X 1.5" - RM85 ...Would it be cleaver to put exhaust wrap on my muffler and exhaust pipes.Draco Performance EXTREME Header/Exhaust Wrap and T3.82 Turbo Blanket ONLY! GROUP BUY Vendor 'Group Buy' Classifieds.so instead of wrapping this around the turbo, i thought maybe i could just wrap it around my power steering house. but since the the exhaust wrap is designed to insulate the heat, if i wrap it around my ps hose will it actually heat up ...I picked up a DP Performance upgrade (Exhaust, ECU & Airbox) for my 2007 ST3 that I should be getting in a week or so. I am really thinking about wrapping the pipes with the black Thermo Tec exhaust wrap before having them installed. ...This is 25mm x 15m of Super Thermo Bandage 90 Exhaust Shield Wrap from cooling parts maker, Billion...This product is made by Billion for all the models of NISSAN, MAZDA, SUBARU, TOYOTA, MITSUBISHI, HONDA, SUZUKI in our website and ...hey everyone, I was thinking about doing black exhaust wrap from the headers all the way to the start of the mufflers. I was just wondering if anyone.Hey where is a good place to get exhaust wrap, getting tired of burning my leg on my fmf 4.1 when I wear shorts every place I see its like 60 bucks.exhaust heat wrap? General Bike Chat A� more here | Biker.ie Irish Bikers Forum -I remember I asked Jeff from Solo Performance when I got my catless downpipe and mach cat-back how big is the difference if I will wrap the new exhaust or leave it as it is. His response was that will be no significant difference. ...
I am very quickly going insane, my baby screamed from almost 8pm last night, then all night long till around 10am this morning. I kept thinking he wanted feeding, but once I'd made it he guzzled it for a second, then kept flinging himself backwards and wailing again. I tried changing him, laying him on my tummy, wrapping him tightly (which he doesn't seem to like), etc. I got almost no sleep at all. My husband works away one week and his home the next, he's away this week and I'm just run ragged. I think my baby has colic anyway, he's now 4 weeks old and don't know I can cope with this amount of crying every day. I'm giving him infacol and also putting 4 drops of colief in his warm bottles. It does say to put them in half an hour before feeding, but when he screams for a feed he just won't wait. Will it not work the way I'm doing it? I feel so guilty that I'm not really enjoying my baby due to all this screaming, I can't seem to settle him at all. I thought colic only lasted 2 or 3 hours on a night, not over 12 hours. I feel so down, exhausted and useless.
Hi there everyone!
Cricket, the game as we once knew it is dead. Those days are gone when we used to talk about the quality of the shot or the class of the players.
Now, the only thing that one gives a damn about is....how far the ball went in the crowd. Well....the purpose of my question is to ask all you people -
Which format of cricket should be played now?
T20 or ODI
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The advantages of the T20 format -
1. T20 is the order of the day, it has speed, attraction, thrill and loads of money.
2. One match takes only about 3 hours to complete, thus it's better for the player's stamina
3. Injuries can be avoided as players wont get exhausted.
4. A tour can be wrapped up in about 10 days.
5. It can lead cricket to major sporting events such as Commonwealth and the Olympics.
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The advantages of ODI format
1. It's closer to Test match cricket in terms of the quality of the game.
2. It tests your skill as a player.
3. Whereas other sports are trying to expand their time limit, we have ODI cricket which takes about 7 hours to complete.
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Now...I have mentioned only the advantages as I want you guys to see the brighter side of both the formats.
It's up to you know, you guys decide which format should be played along side Test Match cricket.
Remember - When ODI cricket was first introduced, people criticized it the same way some are criticizing T20's.
I myself believe that T20 format is better, but I'm ready to change my views if someone proves that ODI cricket is still worth playing.
In detail.... She's not trying to get my boyfriend back or anything, but she is just full of drama. They have a daughter together, so I understand that some of the crap she pulls he needs to be civil in the best intrest of their child. But we have a son together now, and money is a little tight, half my boyfriends checks go to her. Well we tried to lower child support so we can afford things for our child, and she's trying everything to keep it from going down. She's lied and said he doesn't see his child (which isn't true) and then on top of this he gets a letter from the irs that he owes from a mistake that she made (back when they were married) The irs wants HIS money, not hers for some reason. To wrap this up, He brings home $530 a month(he gets $16 an hr) because of child support and garnishments now. I work, and still my paychecks barely cover our house payment, bills, and daycare. I can't afford to feed my son. He eats 88 cent hotdogs from walmart, and I buy a bag of potatoes to make him french fries. I eat Ramon noodles. I tried to get food stamps, but I made to much money! I don't know how that was possible. But she is ruining mine and my sons life. Yes, I blame her for this. I know this is nothing my boyfriend did, but this is just to much for me to handle. I love him dearly, but I can't live like this. I have talked to him and tried to get him to stand up for his self and do something. But he doesn't seem to care that she takes away from us. She doesn't want the child support lowered because she doesn't have to work. Her husband makes very good money and she gets to set at home doing nothing. and get spending money. I'm exhausted from trying to save this. I feel like the only hope I'll have to be happy with him is when his daughter is 18 and he no longer has to put up with his ex wife.... and thats a long time away. I don't know what he can do, but I'm sitting around starving watching my son play in hand me downs and eat hotdogs everyday. We deserve better. Do I sound selffish? What can I do?
Most of the time, I don't get any dreams when I sleep. And the few nights each month that I get a dream, the dream is very dull. It is of me going through the things I do everyday, or sometimes even shows myself sleeping or lying on a couch.
I'm rarely stressed out. Quite the contrary actually. I don't sleep exhausted either.
I wish to end my dreamless nights and experience some exciting things that wouldn't normally occur in my life. Or perhaps even a nightmare! One that would send shivers down my spine forcing me to tightly wrap myself in my blanked and prevent me from being able to lie down again as my ears pick up every tiny sound.
I WANT TO DREAM AT NIGHT!
So many complain that they get dreams and want dreamless sleep. I don't know whats wrong with them. I'm sure if they had dreamless sleep every night, they would feel quite different.
Last night my wife and I were engaged in an epic all orifice love making session, pure carnality....somewhere in the midst of it our 3 year old daughter woke up and came into our room. She was just standing there at the foot of the bed with her doll, watching...we have no idea how long she was there before we saw her. My wife exhausted, incapacitated, and in a near coma could not get up, so I had to wrap a bed sheet around me and take her back to her room. Is this something that she will be telling a psychologist when shes older?
....and so I am afraid of this approaching anniversary.
See, I had gone by there and gotten her candy, a card, a romantic cd, a decorative candle, and some nice bath salts, and all for the price of just $5.00....how can you beat that? Well, she was happy with it, thrilled, in fact, until she found the receipt showing where it was from. Well, she was glum, but I told her it might not be expensive, but I had gift-wrapped my heart and given it to her on the day I said "I do", with the most beautiful woman in the world at my side.
I then told her about all of the things that I loved about her, how I remembered how she looked lying in the hospital bed, holding our first child, how she was exhausted, her face tired, her hair wet, eyes red, yet holding that precious baby...and all I could think about was that I was seeing what an angel really was. Most people think of an angel as a heavenly being with wings, but I knew I was seeing one right there in front of me, and nothing on heaven or earth deserved a halo more than the beautiful woman I was seeing right there, holding that child.
I told her how I remembered the first time I saw her smile light up a room, how everything else fell out of focus, and that then and there, I said to myself, "If I do nothing else in life, I'm going to marry that woman. I can't ask for anything better." I told her how I had called all of my family after she had agreed to marry me, and was so excited on the phone, that they thought I had won the lottery, and I told them I had won the best lottery of all, the hand of this woman named Lorraine. I told her that every evening, when I got to hold her, listening to the sounds of the night, well, that was the best part of my day, and that she was the best part of my life. How could I ever afford anything that could equal the gift she had given me over the years, the gift of her love?
She was happy then, and the smile returned to her face, until she found me playing the Xbox 360 and all the games I had bought myself after leaving the 99A? store.
How can I make this anniversary better?
My book is about a 16 year old girl named stella who has a brain tumor and stage 4 cancer. she falls in love with her vampie doctor dimitri mattionelli. read plz! then help me choose 5 names for my 5 book series!-
He smiled. Blood covered his teeth; he sealed his lips shut as he remembered his little operation. I wrapped my hands over my mouth again and shook my head violently as the image glued itself in my head. That was what I would look like, I thought, as
I ran into my room to get away from the iron-salt smell. I climbed up into my bed, curling in a ball and flinging the covers over my head, wrapping myself into a protective cocoon. a�?I want to go home!a�? I yelled, making sure the vampires could hear me.
a�?You cana��t,a�? a velvet voice whispered into my ear, a�?I havena��t cured you yet. Now, go to sleep.a�? I shuddered with surprise, unwrapping my protective quilt to look for him. No one was there. I fell into deep sleep, feeling someone watching.
I was running. The wind whipped my hair into my face, getting it sticky in my chap-stick. I brushed it back, laughing at my freedom. I had a beautiful, smooth, bright pale skin, not my usual creamy pale. I wore an elbow length black sweater and my favorite pair of purple skinny jeans. I was running through an open field, no sign of civilization anywhere. The long, coarse prairie grasses scratched against my bare feet, but left no cuts. I laughed with joy again; I was traveling faster than the speed of light. The air was warm. I felt hot in my cable knit sweater. I sped up, eager to have more wind on my face. I smelled prairie hens; I rushed towards to scent, eager for something to sooth my suddenly burning throat. a�?Youa��re hungry,a�? a soft voice said. I looked to my right; Dimitri stood there, holding my hand and running at my impatient pace.
Thata��s when I shot up from the covers, my breathing unstable and my heart racing. I looked around the hospital room. No one was there. I flopped back onto my pillow, angry for dreaming about him. Was it the brain tumor? I didna��t care; if I was going to have dreams about vampires, I would refuse to sleep.
Eventually, I caved in, having dreams about drinking blood, grabbing innocent people and dragging them into my trap. I was like a spider; trapping innocent flies and moths in my web and sucking the blood out of their bodies. Isna��t that all I would want? Blood, blood, and more blood? What eye color would I have? I only thought of one person who might know. Dimitri. I gingerly unwrapped the thick quilt from my frail, bloated body, and walked into the hall. The gurney was gone. I tumbled over as the terrible stomach pain took over me. I pushed myself up from the ground and rushed to the bathroom in my room. I flicked the light on, heading for the sink. I leaned over and vomited into the sink. Stupid nurse, I thought. She gave me rancid ranch or salad or something, because thata��s what came back up my throat. Chip-chip-chip. I looked to my right; a little, brown, speckled bird was standing on the white marble counter, hopping up and down like a kid waiting for the ice cream truck. I rinsed out my mouth, watching the bird out of the corner of my eye. He stood there, waiting for me to finish. Ita��s left wing looked broken; it couldna��t fly and chirruped in pain when he flapped it. I gently cupped my hands around it, allowing it to make a nest in my hands. It sat, fluffing his feathers. I stalked back out into my room, my white nightgown flowing out behind my. I probably would scare a kid; I looked like a ghost. I found an empty shoebox under the bed, one that contained the yellow Converse sneakers that Rachelle bought me a long time ago, when I first moved here. I put the box on the pile of paperwork on my bedside table and grabbed a few hand towels out of the pretty, white bathroom. I scrunched the towels up, making them fluffy, and arranged them in the box that had contained size eight-point-five shoes and laid the little bird in the middle. I opened up my second story window, ripping some leaves off the trees to lay in the box. I got a few handfuls, picking up part of my gown to hold them in, and walked back to the table. I dumped the dark green leaves into the box. The little bird snuggled up instantly, using ita��s good wing to gather some nearby leaves.
I climbed up into my bed, exhausted. I fell asleep after awhile, not wanting to dream. My wish came true; I had dreamless sleep for the last hours of the night.
Ok- here are the names-
Kiss Of Death
Silver
Hunted
Broken
Roller coaster (the prologue says- My life is like a roller coaster, going up, down, backward, forward. After awhile, you lose the pattern and you get lost. Ia��m lost.)
Committed to Death
Stage 4
Brains aren't everything; blood is
Seeing red
Stella
Fallen angel (her middle name is angel)
Tears of Dark Crimson
Caged (vampire hunters put her and dimitri in a cage)
A dark gift
Gift of death
Wanting the sick
Ok so yesterday the exhaust pipe broke frome the middle like under the car it two halfs now , and its hanging almost on the ground with a massive voice when u push gas ... so i did my best to wrap it just to make it above the ground , but is it dangerous to drive now ? like i know i have to deal with the voice but other than that is it dangerous ? and how much u thing gonna cost me ?
i have a subaru 2.5rs with headers a full exhaust and as of the other day i have a test pipe instead of a resinator and a cat. but the sound is overwelmingly loud. any ideas to quiet this a little. like will heat wrap silence some of the raspiness?
(I'm absolutely terrible with grammar, this is a short 600 word essay I had to write for a scholarship and I really want to get it, but I won't be able to with this atrocious grammar! Please help me!)
a�?What? She has cancer?a�? My mothera��s eyes widened in horror, a�?Ia��m coming,a�?
Vacations are meant to be taken to escapea��if not temporarilya��from the repetitive a�?lifestylesa�� we all experience in our lives: the perpetual job, dragging days at school, all too familiar faces. Rarely do any of us embark on a journey which heavily alters the way we ponder about the value of leading a healthy, normal life.
My mother and I took a trip to Pakistan in 2006, to bid farewell to a young aunt of mine. I roughly recall a day we spent in Dubai, U.A.E, on our way. We were provided for by family friends, who were truly supportive of my mother for being strong enough to travel across the world in the state of mind she inhabited. She hardly touched the food placed in front of her on the extensive flights. There were only three things my mother did on this trip: pray, pray and pray. That very evening, she had been glued to her prayer mat, a shawl tightly wrapped around her head as she feverishly rocked back and forth, muttering prayers with her eyelids closed. I was too young to discover the spiritual power of prayer; instead I stood by the window with the embroidered curtains pulled away. The image in front of me stood out like a ravishing artwork. I witnessed the sun slowly sinking beneath the emblazoned orange sphere above me. The light of it filtered through the tall, majestic palm treesa��which were as regular in this city as lights in Las Vegas, Nevada. I caught the distant call to prayer, the muezzina��s words echoing throughout the voluminous sky. I was fascinated by thisa��by the magnificence of an omnipresent almighty, by the normalcy of traveling across seven seas and encountering a land of beings who worshipped as faithfully.
The first thing that welcomed me to Karachi, Pakistan was the unavoidable blast of sweltering heat. The second, however, were the towering golden arches of the freshly constructed McDonalds across from Quaid-E-Azam international airport. The importance of McDonalds in Karachi was extremely amusing. The folks here dramatically groomed themselves to perfection to a�?dinea��. The women dressed in which would only be considered as party wear, and the men wore their thick, native black hair combed and gelled specifically to one favored side. Back home in Chicago, McDonalda��s signified nothing more than a swift, hasty meal through the driveway after an exhausting day.
Finally, I stood before my aunta��but if it could have been delayed further, I wouldna��t have minded at all. The portrayal of her health brought nothing but pain and sympathy. The laughter had gone from her eyes, the once two gleaming marbles elaborately lined. Only a few strands remained of her once abundantly thick, curly mane of hair. It seemed as if something had sucked the air out of her cheeks, no longer fatty apples resting under her eyes. Her lips were pale, and the bones were finely defined against her skin.
A pool of questions swam through my mind, what would she give to stand in my place instead? Or rather, how grateful should the people standing around her be? Throughout our lives, why do we take the ability to rise like the sun and start our everyday lives for granted?
She passed away the following week, but left all of us with a valuable lesson.
a�?When life is too easy for us, we must beware or we may not be ready to meet the blows which sooner or later come to everyone, rich or poor.a�?-Eleanor Roosevelt
It's not much, really, but it's about ten pages long so far. Here's just a couple pages.
I hope u like it. (i just copied and pasted it from Word, so please mind the crappy way it looks)
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When Gordon Swanson first laid eyes on the house that sat in dereliction atop Distant Knolls, he knew at once that this will be his temporary residence. As ramshackle and deteriorated as it was, it certainly fitted Gordona��s specifications on the place. After all, how could a rising horror novelist such as himself receive inspiration if he lived in a fancy duplex in the middle of a bustling metropolis? No ideas creeping in from there, except for the occasional breaking and entering or a few gun-related murders. To Gordon, that was just as simple as childa��s play. Not enough gore.He stalled his aging red Thunderbird nearest the peak of one of the hills, the car choking and farting up oily black exhaust, and stepped out. The sun was high up in the sky, partially concealed behind gloomy cumulus clouds, which was satisfactory since it was practically scorching out here in North Carolina. He was dressed in bland business attire, all grey except for his white button-down shirt, black tie and dark aviator sunglasses; appropriate for the book signing he was about to attend when he just so happened to drop by this eerily serene place.The heat of the day struck him like a ton of bricks when he stepped out of the air-conditioned Thunderbird to get a better look of the house (the air conditioning seemed to be the only thing that worked properly in the whole damned contraption anyways). Immediately, small beads of sweat began to trickle from his hairline and stream down his face. He swiped at them with the sleeves of his coat as he made his way up the grassy dirt road to the top of the hill. He was inwardly glad to have bought that deodorant back home at Groveland. He did not want to be stinking and sweating out the pits come one oa��clock.The sun had sneaked back into the hazy blue sky, its rays of brilliant shine and summer almost as cruel as the Mongolian sun that occupied the deserts, beating down upon the nape of his neck, burning it slightly. Summer here was a total bitch, and Gordon woulda��ve gladly preferred the cool Colorado weather any day instead of this.He arrived at the top at last, squinting through the glare in his dark sunglasses to take a gander at this abode that had so enchantingly captured his attention. He had heard of the LaVerra place before, and from numerous sources. He knew that skeptics and journalists claimed it to be haunted, but, skeptical as Gordon was, he thought it acceptable to at least spend a night or two in this reputedly a�?haunteda�? abode. After all, he is a rising horror writer, and after all, it did pose as quite an amiable place to write a book. The house itself wasna��t a total dilapidation, but it was acceptable. Surrounded entirely by evergreen spruce and pine, thin vines of blooming jasmine slithered up the eroding brick walls like dark green snakes, and enveloping the windows, which were for some reason boarded with large strips of plywood, already brown and apparently rotting. The lawn itself was overgrown with jungles of grass, high and sweeping in the weak breezes that rolled through the arid atmosphere, and somewhere beneath all that vegetation Gordon scented the reeking stench of decay. It brought back memories of when he was just a boy, scouting through his backyard at his grandfathera��s place in Nebraska and discovering the rotting carcasses of recently deceased lizards and grass snakes. Gordon assumed that the corpse of a grass snake or something of the other lay decomposing in the front yard, and he wrinkled his nose.The lawn, however, was encompassed by a high brick wall about three feet in height wrapping around the perimeter of the property in an almost perfect square. This seemed to be the only thing that hadna��t survived the years as LaVerra seemed to do. It was cracked and crumbly and in some places collapsed altogether, like a juggernaut had been tossed at it while taking half of the wall along for the ride. The place where the entrance was supposed to be had also been invaded by grass, with the small wrought-iron gate swinging noisily on rusted hinges. Bits and pieces of dark-red brick were scattered helter-skelter, some barely exposed due to the invasion of the meadow-like grass. Small lizards and bugs skittered along the broken masses, but Gordon had lost his interest in the wall. His gaze had floated, as if by magic, to the house itself. Almost a quarter of a century old (at least ninety percent of that was abandonment), it seemed to glare at this carbon-based human with sinister malice. He stared back up at this marvel. To him the north side resembled a face, the boarded windows posing as dark-brown eyes, the peeling white-washed door a mouth, calm but chillingly corrupt as the afternoon sun cast da
Here are some things you need to know. Hollyleaf is not bad in this, and never will be. SquirrelXBramble are the threes parents. Jayfeather is not blind. Foxtail is foxpaw and Icefur is Icepaw. Here it is, and thanks. Oh, and Jayfeather is being forced to be a medicine cat because Leafpool thinks it is his destiny.
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Thick, dark gray cloud filled the night sky. Darkness was slowly spreading over Thunderclan, promising a nice night. Jayfeather stared up at Silverpelt, for once questioning the power of Starclan. How can this be my destiny? Sorting herbs and being stuck in a den all day. Somehow, even though Leafpool says it my destiny, I want to be a warrior, Jayfeather thought. He let out a frustrated sigh. He flicked his gaze away from the stars and turned back to sorting his herbs. Jayfeather stifled a yawn, exhaustion weakling his paws.
a�?You look exhausted. Get some sleep, Ia��ll finish up here.a�? Leafpool mewed, turning her soft amber eyes toward him.
a�?Ia��m alright. I want to get this catmint down to Icefur.a�? Jayfeather pointed toward the clump of catmint he was preparing. a�?She is coughing a lot, and I dona��t want any of her kits to get white cough too!a�?
Leafpool let out a little snort. a�?You know Icefur, wona��t leave her kits for anything. And that mate of hers Foxtail will agree with her on anything. Her kits are nearly ready to be apprenticed; it would be a lot wiser to let Shadowkit and Smokekit to stay with us for a while.a�?
Jayfeather nodded his gray head. He picked up his bundle of catmint and padded out of then den. A humid whist of wind buffed his fur, sending a chill down his spine. He looked up at Silverpelt, the stars shining brighter then ever before, as if trying to tell him something. Jayfeather let put a flustered sigh. He walked calmly toward the nursery; pressing his gray body against the cool stonewalls.
a�?Jayfeather? Is that you?a�? Icefur coughed.
a�?Yes. May I come in, I have some catmint for you?a�? Jayfeather mewed.
a�?Of course, Jayfeather. Come in.a�? Icefur laughed between small coughs.
Jayfeather quietly pushed his body into the den, his gray fur glowing silver in light of the moon. He slowly, being sure not to make any noise padded toward Icefur. Jayfeather nearly jumped out of his fur when he heard a calm mocking voice.
a�?No need to be quite, all us kits is awake. It is impossible to even try to get sleep when my old mother is coughing!a�? A small silver and white she-kit meowed, wrapping her spotted tail neatly around her small white paws.
Jayfeather let the fur on his shoulders go down, letting out a sigh of relief. He licked his ruffled pelt, his blue eyes wide. a�?You nearly scared me out of my fur Smokekit!a�?
a�?Good!a�? Smokekit mocked, her bright blue eyes calmly staring up at him.
Jayfeather purred as a larger pure black she-kit padded toward him, her green eyes glowing. a�?Hello Shadowkit! Where are Hollyleafa��s kits?a�?
a�?Where over her!a�? Three kits yelped.
a�?There you three are! Featherkit, Blazekit, and Leafkit.a�? Jayfeather purred.
Jayfeather set his warm gaze on his two nephews and his goddaughter. Leafkit had the same black fur as Hollyleaf, and the same dark green eyes. Blazekit had Lionblazea��s golden pelt, and Featherkit had his same dark gray pelt. He stared proudly at them.
a�?They remind me so much of us when we where kits.a�? Jayfeather laughed, turning his gaze on his sister.
a�?Tell me about it. It is quite annoying really, Featherkit over there has a sharper tongue then you do!a�? Hollyleaf joked.
a�?Do not!a�? Featherkit stuck out his pink tongue.
a�?You do so! You nearly killed me with words when I told you, you had a fluffy tail!a�? Smokekit hissed.
a�?So? I dona��t have a fluffy tail!a�? Featherkit growled.
a�?Do so!a�? All the kits howled.
a�?Told you so!a�? Smokekit hunched up her back leg muscles, blue eyes glowing.
Featherkit growled. Jayfeather ignored the kits bickering and walked over to Icefur. Her white fur was slicked clean, despite her sickness. Her blue eyes stared at her two kits, filled with pride and worry.
a�?Here eat this. It will make you feel a lot better.a�? Jayfeather urged.
a�?Is it catmint?a�? Jayfeather nodded. a�?Alright, I kind of like catmint.a�?
Jayfeather stared at the young warrior. She was about a whole twelve moons younger then him, yet she had her every own litter of kits. It must be tough, Jayfeather thought. Icefur chewed on the catmint, purring happily. Jayfeather yelped in pain when he felt needle sharp claws fall down on his tail. He whisked around to see Smokekit, frozen her eyes wide.
a�?Sorry Jayfeather! Featherkit was there and I was going to pounce on him, but he moved out of the way and I got your tail instead.a�? Smokekit talked very fast. a�?Sorry.a�?
a�?No need to apologize. Kits will be kits.a�? Jayfeather chuckled, running his tail across the floor. a�?So when are all you kits going to be apprenticed?a�?
a�?Featherkit, Leafkit, and I are going to be apprenticed next sun rise! We
Thanks and that is exactly why Jayfeather is nicer. But he still has a sharp tongue! I will post more when i right a little more
Okay, sorry about the grammer mistakes, gosh. I mean i made a mistake...you never do? Its not like am going to get it published or something...
Thunder grumbled in the dark clouds as rain poured over the tall grass, quenching its thirst. A pair of figures struggled against the wind and rain whipping in their faces, while a rich scent of wet dirt filled their nostrils. They moved briskly through the grass and from under trees, as if they had a great purpose. The leading of the two was none other than an animala��a fox. The foxa��s sleek, shiny white coat had been drenched and had managed to appear as a dirty gray.
a�?Are you sure this is the right place, Saybelle?a�? The girl said in disbelief. She wrapped the black cloak more tightly around her face, trying her absolute best to shield herself from the most unwelcome and uncalled for rain.
a�?Ia��m quite certain, Ophelia,a�? replied the fox.
Ophelia sighed, she felt as if they had been searching for hours with no progress. She was becoming tired, with an uneasy restlessness looming over her. The weight of her cloak was becoming unbearable and simply annoying to carry; she followed the foxa��s trail through the grass, both of them too determined to find what they had been searching for.
A cave had seemed to grow out of the darkness a further distance away, which encouraged the two to quicken their pace. The form of the cave began to get clearer; a large mouth appeared with toasty golden light glowing out, illuminating a fair amount of the darkness surrounding it.
a�?Over there,a�? The fox said, her ears perking up at the sight, she stopped momentarily, a�?come, he musta��ve been waiting for us, we should hurry,a�? She turned eagerly to face an exhausted Ophelia.
Their eyes hada��over the past hours or soa��grown accustomed to the dark, but intense light swallowed the mouth of the cave. The cave was much larger from the inside rather than how it appeared at the entrance, its ceiling stretched out into the darkness, the light which they blindly followed could only reveal its depth so much.
As they continued to go deeper, they realized that the source of the light had been a roaring fire, its bright flames slithering towards the top and filling the air with gray smoke and much welcomed warmth. However, the fire was certainly not all they had encountereda��or had come fora��through the flames a young boy sat, waiting patiently.
a�?Skyler?a�?
a�?About timea��I was just about to go looking for you two, these days you just dona��t know,a�? He sighed rather sadly.
Saybelle yawned and stretched out her slender paws. Skyler grinned at her,
a�?You look like you had a good time getting here,a�?
a�?Most pleasurable, though having a bit of snow instead of this rain would certainly cheer me up,a�? She said in a dull voice, shaking off rainwater as if it were something very horrible. She turned away and searched for a comfortable warm spot to sprawl ontoa��if any.
a�?Of all the places, you choose to meet here?a�? Ophelia gave the cave one sweeping look.
a�?I doubt Furawn would have the time and patience to go searching for us in caves in the middle of a storm,a�? He grinned, a�?it was the safest place I could think ofa��what did you find?a�?
a�?Heard about the King of Dukewortha��
a�?a��Dropped dead,a�� I know, therea��s gossip about it all over the Town of Quinley,a�? He looked away from Ophelia and fixed his gaze upon the fire, burning a bright orange into his sharp gray eyes.
a�?I cana��t believe no onea��s doing anything about it, though,a�? Ophelia said irritably, she heard a soft snore to her left; Saybelle had curled up into a ball with her head lightly resting on an oddly shaped rock.
a�?Therea��s nothing much anyone can do about it, Ophelia, ita��s strange magica��the kind no onea��s seen or heard before,a�? Skyler whispered with his face very alerta��as if a big secret had finally been out.
a�?Do youa��do you suppose we should just tell someone? Tell them, tell them what we know? Perhapsa��if we work together, we can put an end to this?a�? All the while she stuttered through, Skyler was shaking his head in pure disagreement.
a�?But why wouldna��t they believe us? We have Saybellea��to prove to them wea��re telling the truth. She is the only survivor in her family and she saw it with her own eyes! This is exactly what Furawn is afraid of, that someone will finally figure out what hea��s up to, that somehow it would leak out and spread among the kingdomsa��because there must be someone who knows how to stop him, a�? She pressed on.
a�?We cana��t tell them that we crossed the Gertrude Mountains! Ita��s forbidden to go over them!a�?
a�?They dona��t have to know that we crossed the Gertrude Mountains,a�? hissed Ophelia.
At that precise moment, a faint shadow had appeared through the firelight on the opposite wall from where Skyler sat. For a moment, he sat quite still before he whispered shakily, a�?Theya��re coming in here,a�?
Opheliaa��s eyes widened in horror, the first thing she did was quickly go to Saybellea��s curled up body and shook it awake.
a�?Whata��
a�?Shh!a�? She hissed through clenched teeth. The fox shot up as the shadow on the wall became closer, a�?The fire! The fire! Put it out!a�?
Thunder grumbled in the dark clouds as rain poured over the tall grass, quenching its thirst. A pair of figures struggled against the wind and rain whipping in their faces, while a rich scent of wet dirt filled their nostrils. They moved briskly through the grass and from under trees, as if they had a great purpose. The leading of the two was none other than an animala��a fox. The foxa��s sleek, shiny white coat had been drenched and had managed to appear as a dirty gray.
a�?Are you sure this is the right place, Saybelle?a�? The girl said in disbelief. She wrapped the black cloak more tightly around her face, trying her absolute best to shield herself from the most unwelcome and uncalled for rain.
a�?Ia��m quite certain, Ophelia,a�? replied the fox.
Ophelia sighed, she felt as if they had been searching for hours with no progress. She was becoming tired, with an uneasy restlessness looming over her. The weight of her cloak was becoming unbearable and simply annoying to carry; she followed the foxa��s trail through the grass, both of them too determined to find what they had been searching for.
A cave had seemed to grow out of the darkness a further distance away, which encouraged the two to quicken their pace. The form of the cave began to get clearer; a large mouth appeared with toasty golden light glowing out, illuminating a fair amount of the darkness surrounding it.
a�?Over there,a�? The fox said, her ears perking up at the sight, she stopped momentarily, a�?come, he musta��ve been waiting for us, we should hurry,a�? She turned eagerly to face an exhausted Ophelia.
Their eyes hada��over the past hours or soa��grown accustomed to the dark, but intense light swallowed the mouth of the cave. The cave was much larger from the inside rather than how it appeared at the entrance, its ceiling stretched out into the darkness, the light which they blindly followed could only reveal its depth so much.
As they continued to go deeper, they realized that the source of the light had been a roaring fire, its bright flames slithering towards the top and filling the air with gray smoke and much welcomed warmth. However, the fire was certainly not all they had encountereda��or had come fora��through the flames a young boy sat, waiting patiently.
a�?Skyler?a�?
a�?About timea��I was just about to go looking for you two, these days you just dona��t know,a�? He sighed rather sadly.
Saybelle yawned and stretched out her slender paws. Skyler grinned at her,
a�?You look like you had a good time getting here,a�?
a�?Most pleasurable, though having a bit of snow instead of this rain would certainly cheer me up,a�? She said in a dull voice, shaking off rainwater as if it were something very horrible. She turned away and searched for a comfortable warm spot to sprawl ontoa��if any.
a�?Of all the places, you choose to meet here?a�? Ophelia gave the cave one sweeping look.
a�?I doubt Furawn would have the time and patience to go searching for us in caves in the middle of a storm,a�? He grinned, a�?it was the safest place I could think ofa��what did you find?a�?
a�?Heard about the King of Dukewortha��
a�?a��Dropped dead,a�� I know, therea��s gossip about it all over the Town of Quinley,a�? He looked away from Ophelia and fixed his gaze upon the fire, burning a bright orange into his sharp gray eyes.
a�?I cana��t believe no onea��s doing anything about it, though,a�? Ophelia said irritably, she heard a soft snore to her left; Saybelle had curled up into a ball with her head lightly resting on an oddly shaped rock.
a�?Therea��s nothing much anyone can do about it, Ophelia, ita��s strange magica��the kind no onea��s seen or heard before,a�? Skyler whispered with his face very alerta��as if a big secret had finally been out.
a�?Do youa��do you suppose we should just tell someone? Tell them, tell them what we know? Perhapsa��if we work together, we can put an end to this?a�? All the while she stuttered through, Skyler was shaking his head in pure disagreement.
a�?But why wouldna��t they believe us? We have Saybellea��to prove to them wea��re telling the truth. She is the only survivor in her family and she saw it with her own eyes! This is exactly what Furawn is afraid of, that someone will finally figure out what hea��s up to, that somehow it would leak out and spread among the kingdomsa��because there must be someone who knows how to stop him, a�? She pressed on.
a�?We cana��t tell them that we crossed the Gertrude Mountains! Ita��s forbidden to go over them!a�?
a�?They dona��t have to know that we crossed the Gertrude Mountains,a�? hissed Ophelia.
At that precise moment, a faint shadow had appeared through the firelight on the opposite wall from where Skyler sat. For a moment, he sat quite still before he whispered shakily, a�?Theya��re coming in here,a�?
Opheliaa��s eyes widened in horror, the first thing she did was quickly go to Saybellea��s curled up body and shook it awake.
a�?Whata��
a�?Shh!a�? She hissed through clenched teeth. The fox shot up as the shadow on the wall became closer, a�?The fire! The fire! Put it out!a�?
Thunder grumbled in the dark clouds as rain poured over the tall grass, quenching its thirst. A pair of figures struggled against the wind and rain whipping in their faces, while a rich scent of wet dirt filled their nostrils. They moved briskly through the grass and from under trees, as if they had a great purpose. The leading of the two was none other than an animala��a fox. The foxa��s sleek, shiny white coat had been drenched and had managed to appear as a dirty gray.
a�?Are you sure this is the right place, Saybelle?a�? The girl said in disbelief. She wrapped the black cloak more tightly around her face, trying her absolute best to shield herself from the most unwelcome and uncalled for rain.
a�?Ia��m quite certain, Ophelia,a�? replied the fox.
Ophelia sighed, she felt as if they had been searching for hours with no progress. She was becoming tired, with an uneasy restlessness looming over her. The weight of her cloak was becoming unbearable and simply annoying to carry; she followed the foxa��s trail through the grass, both of them too determined to find what they had been searching for.
A cave had seemed to grow out of the darkness a further distance away, which encouraged the two to quicken their pace. The form of the cave began to get clearer; a large mouth appeared with toasty golden light glowing out, illuminating a fair amount of the darkness surrounding it.
a�?Over there,a�? The fox said, her ears perking up at the sight, she stopped momentarily, a�?come, he musta��ve been waiting for us, we should hurry,a�? She turned eagerly to face an exhausted Ophelia.
Their eyes hada��over the past hours or soa��grown accustomed to the dark, but intense light swallowed the mouth of the cave. The cave was much larger from the inside rather than how it appeared at the entrance, its ceiling stretched out into the darkness, the light which they blindly followed could only reveal its depth so much.
As they continued to go deeper, they realized that the source of the light had been a roaring fire, its bright flames slithering towards the top and filling the air with gray smoke and much welcomed warmth. However, the fire was certainly not all they had encountereda��or had come fora��through the flames a young boy sat, waiting patiently.
a�?Skyler?a�?
a�?About timea��I was just about to go looking for you two, these days you just dona��t know,a�? He sighed rather sadly.
Saybelle yawned and stretched out her slender paws. Skyler grinned at her,
a�?You look like you had a good time getting here,a�?
a�?Most pleasurable, though having a bit of snow instead of this rain would certainly cheer me up,a�? She said in a dull voice, shaking off rainwater as if it were something very horrible. She turned away and searched for a comfortable warm spot to sprawl ontoa��if any.
a�?Of all the places, you choose to meet here?a�? Ophelia gave the cave one sweeping look.
a�?I doubt Furawn would have the time and patience to go searching for us in caves in the middle of a storm,a�? He grinned, a�?it was the safest place I could think ofa��what did you find?a�?
a�?Heard about the King of Dukewortha��
a�?a��Dropped dead,a�� I know, therea��s gossip about it all over the Town of Quinley,a�? He looked away from Ophelia and fixed his gaze upon the fire, burning a bright orange into his sharp gray eyes.
a�?I cana��t believe no onea��s doing anything about it, though,a�? Ophelia said irritably, she heard a soft snore to her left; Saybelle had curled up into a ball with her head lightly resting on an oddly shaped rock.
a�?Therea��s nothing much anyone can do about it, Ophelia, ita��s strange magica��the kind no onea��s seen or heard before,a�? Skyler whispered with his face very alerta��as if a big secret had finally been out.
a�?Do youa��do you suppose we should just tell someone? Tell them, tell them what we know? Perhapsa��if we work together, we can put an end to this?a�? All the while she stuttered through, Skyler was shaking his head in pure disagreement.
a�?But why wouldna��t they believe us? We have Saybellea��to prove to them wea��re telling the truth. She is the only survivor in her family and she saw it with her own eyes! This is exactly what Furawn is afraid of, that someone will finally figure out what hea��s up to, that somehow it would leak out and spread among the kingdomsa��because there must be someone who knows how to stop him, a�? She pressed on.
a�?We cana��t tell them that we crossed the Gertrude Mountains! Ita��s forbidden to go over them!a�?
a�?They dona��t have to know that we crossed the Gertrude Mountains,a�? hissed Ophelia.
At that precise moment, a faint shadow had appeared through the firelight on the opposite wall from where Skyler sat. For a moment, he sat quite still before he whispered shakily, a�?Theya��re coming in here,a�?
Opheliaa��s eyes widened in horror, the first thing she did was quickly go to Saybellea��s curled up body and shook it awake.
a�?Whata��
a�?Shh!a�? She hissed through clenched teeth. The fox shot up as the shadow on the wall became closer, a�?The fire! The fire! Put it out!a�? Sh
Thunder grumbled in the dark clouds as rain poured over the tall moonlit grass, quenching its thirst. A pair of figures struggled against the wind and rain whipping in their faces, a rich scent of wet dirt filling their nostrils. They moved briskly through the grass and from under trees, as if they had a great purpose. The leading of the two was none other than an animala��a fox. Her sleek, shiny coat had been drenched and had managed to appear as a dirty gray. Her eyes fought to stay open,
a�?Are you sure this is the right place, Saybelle?a�? The girl behind her wrapped the black cloak more tightly around her face, shielding herself from the pounding rain.
a�?Ia��m quite certain, Ophelia,a�? replied the fox.
Ophelia sighed, she felt as if they had been searching for days with no progress. She was becoming tired, with an uneasy restlessness looming over her. The weight of her drenched cloak was becoming unbearable and simply annoying to carry; she followed the foxa��s trail through the grass, both of them too determined to find what they had been searching for.
A cave had seemed to grow out of the darkness a further distance away, which encouraged the two to quicken their pace. The form of the cave began to get clearer; a large mouth had appeared with toasty golden light glowing out, illuminating a fair amount of the darkness surrounding it.
a�?Over there,a�? The fox said, her ears perking up at the sight, she stopped momentarily, a�?come, he's probably waiting for us,a�? She turned eagerly to face an exhausted Ophelia, and her eyes suddenly softened at the sight.
Their eyes hada��over the past hours or soa��grown accustomed to the dark, but intense light swallowed the mouth of the cave. The cave was much larger from the inside rather than how it appeared at the entrance, its ceiling stretched out into the darkness, the light which they blindly followed could only reveal its depth so much.
As they continued to go deeper and deeper, they realized that the source of the light had been a roaring fire, its bright flames slithering towards the top and filling the air with gray smoke and much welcomed warmth. However, the fire was certainly not all they had encountereda��or had come fora��through the flames a young man sat, waiting patiently.
By the way-- my story is targeted for kids ; )
My first sentence doesn't talk about 'dark clouds pouring rain...' it says...'AS rain poured' There's a huge difference. There can be dark clouds with a moon out, jeez.
Thunder grumbled in the dark clouds as rain poured over the tall moonlit grass, quenching its thirst. A pair of figures struggled against the wind and rain whipping in their faces, a rich scent of wet dirt filling their nostrils. They moved briskly through the grass and from under trees, as if they had a great purpose. The leading of the two was none other than an animala��a fox. Her sleek, shiny coat had been drenched and had managed to appear as a dirty gray. Her eyes fought to stay open,
a�?Are you sure this is the right place, Saybelle?a�? The girl behind her wrapped the black cloak more tightly around her face, shielding herself from the pounding rain.
a�?Ia��m quite certain, Ophelia,a�? replied the fox.
Ophelia sighed, she felt as if they had been searching for days with no progress. She was becoming tired, with an uneasy restlessness looming over her. The weight of her drenched cloak was becoming unbearable and simply annoying to carry; she followed the foxa��s trail through the grass, both of them too determined to find what they had been searching for.
A cave had seemed to grow out of the darkness a further distance away, which encouraged the two to quicken their pace. The form of the cave began to get clearer; a large mouth had appeared with toasty golden light glowing out, illuminating a fair amount of the darkness surrounding it.
a�?Over there,a�? The fox said, her ears perking up at the sight, she stopped momentarily, a�?come, he's probably waiting for us,a�? She turned eagerly to face an exhausted Ophelia, and her eyes suddenly softened at the sight.
Their eyes hada��over the past hours or soa��grown accustomed to the dark, but intense light swallowed the mouth of the cave. The cave was much larger from the inside rather than how it appeared at the entrance, its ceiling stretched out into the darkness, the light which they blindly followed could only reveal its depth so much.
As they continued to go deeper and deeper, they realized that the source of the light had been a roaring fire, its bright flames slithering towards the top and filling the air with gray smoke and much welcomed warmth. However, the fire was certainly not all they had encountereda��or had come fora��through the flames a young man sat, waiting patiently.
Thunder grumbled in the dark clouds as rain poured over the tall moonlit grass, quenching its thirst. A pair of figures struggled against the wind and rain whipping in their faces, a rich scent of wet dirt filling their nostrils. They moved briskly through the grass and from under trees, as if they had a great purpose. The leading of the two was none other than an animala��a fox. Her sleek, shiny coat had been drenched and had managed to appear as a dirty gray. Her eyes fought to stay open,
a�?Are you sure this is the right place, Saybelle?a�? The girl behind her wrapped the black cloak more tightly around her face, shielding herself from the pounding rain.
a�?Ia��m quite certain, Ophelia,a�? replied the fox.
Ophelia sighed, she felt as if they had been searching for days with no progress. She was becoming tired, with an uneasy restlessness looming over her. The weight of her drenched cloak was becoming unbearable and simply annoying to carry; she followed the foxa��s trail through the grass, both of them too determined to find what they had been searching for.
A cave had seemed to grow out of the darkness a further distance away, which encouraged the two to quicken their pace. The form of the cave began to get clearer; a large mouth had appeared with toasty golden light glowing out, illuminating a fair amount of the darkness surrounding it.
a�?Over there,a�? The fox said, her ears perking up at the sight, she stopped momentarily, a�?come, he musta��ve been waiting for us, we shall hurry,a�? She turned eagerly to face an exhausted Ophelia, her eyes softened.
Their eyes hada��over the past hours or soa��grown accustomed to the dark, but intense light swallowed the mouth of the cave. The cave was much larger from the inside rather than how it appeared at the entrance, its ceiling stretched out into the darkness, the light which they blindly followed could only reveal its depth so much.
As they continued to go deeper and deeper, they realized that the source of the light had been a roaring fire, its bright flames slithering towards the top and filling the air with gray smoke and much welcomed warmth. However, the fire was certainly not all they had encountereda��or had come fora��through the flames a young man sat, waiting patiently.
Okay, so here's the thing. I was making an espresso earlier. When it finished brewing, I turned it off and realized I hadn't made enough. So I twisted open the lid to try to put more water in. When I did, steam rose, the lid flew off hitting my arm, and the steam scorched my hand. I put my hand in cold water, and I've gone through two ice packs with my hand completely wrapped to keep the ice packs firmly against my hand. But still whenever I take the ice packs off to switch them, the air hits my hand and burns it like crazy. My hand's red, and it feels like it's burning and stinging. I'm going insane. Does anyone know of anything that will make this infernal burning stop? I'd really appreciate any help I can get. Thanks in advance...and before you say anything, yeah, I know, real genius move there...but hey in my defense I'd been chasing my two kids around trying to get them out of stuff (they're 3 and 1), I was exhausted, and I was in desperate need of caffeine so I could do damage control on the house while the kids took their nap. So, please PLEASE have pity on me in my moment of dimwittedness and help! LOL! Thanks.
Okay, so here's the thing. I was making an espresso earlier. When it finished brewing, I turned it off and realized I hadn't made enough. So I twisted open the lid to try to put more water in. When I did, steam rose, the lid flew off hitting my arm, and the steam scorched my hand. I put my hand in cold water, and I've gone through two ice packs with my hand completely wrapped to keep the ice packs firmly against my hand. But still whenever I take the ice packs off to switch them, the air hits my hand and burns it like crazy. My hand's red, and it feels like it's burning and stinging. I'm going insane. Does anyone know of anything that will make this infernal burning stop? I'd really appreciate any help I can get. Thanks in advance...and before you say anything, yeah, I know, real genius move there...but hey in my defense I'd been chasing my two kids around trying to get them out of stuff (they're 3 and 1), I was exhausted, and I was in desperate need of caffeine so I could do damage control on the house while the kids took their nap. So, please PLEASE have pity on me in my moment of dimwittedness and help! LOL! Thanks.
I just discovered these the other day and decided to make one. It's great and I love it already! I just wish I'd had one when Lukas was newborn.
We're going away to Germany tomorrow night for 6 days to visit family. While we're there, we're going to visit a castle with lots of stairs (no lift) and hiking in the forest. I obviously can't use the stroller for either of these things and though Lukas walks well now, he's still to young to walk "with" us as he wanders off in any direction and wants to pick up and eat everything he sees on the ground. Now my questions!
1) How long do you think I can carry a 22-23lb 11 month old for comfortably? I've had him in it for an hour today with no problem, other than he got restless.
2) How long is your baby/toddler happy in it?
3) Lukas is 11 months and rarely falls asleep in my arms unless he's exhausted... he's just not a cuddly baby :( Is there any chance he'd actually fall asleep in the wrap if I risked going out for the day stroller free?
4) Finally - Which hold works best for you?
Facing inwards is more comfortable for me and he looks much more comfortable too, but I worry he'll get bored as he can't see as much, but then outwards doesn't feel right somehow... maybe because his arms and legs are so long!
5) It's going to be 30 degrees C+ in Germany. Will it be too hot for a Moby wrap?
I have some holes in my exhaust and don't have the $600 for repairs, not to mention spending that much for something that doesn't impact the cars performance seems like a waste.
When I brought the car for an E-test the mechanic informed me he couldn't do the test because he could smell that I had an exhaust leak.
Would using foil tape to wrap up the holes be a cheap fix that could allow the E-test to be completed?
I have a '93 honda accord with about 225k miles. For the past few months it has been smoking from under the hood. It is a gray smoke. Started out as almost nothing, but now its getting worse. It seems to build up under there when I'm driving and then when I park it comes out.
I'm no mechanic, but I've been fixing cars on occasion for about 8 years.
I know its not steam, my coolant is fine, and engine temperature is fine.
I've tried to check for exhaust leaks multiple times but cannot detect any.
My best guess is oil leaking on the exhaust underneath. The car has developed an oil leak thats been getting slightly worse over time. It seems to be leaking from the oil filter area (although I don't think its the filter since I've been through about 4 oil changes since then), and there also might be a slight drip from near the timing belt area. In any case it seems so deep in the engine that I figured it would probably be a massive job to fix it.
My primary questions are.
1. If its not leaking from the oil pan, valve cover, or oil filter, isn't everywhere else going to be a pretty big fix requiring probably pulling the engine?
2. Does this sound like the likely cause of the smoke or could there be other things to consider?
3. I considered using an exhaust wrap to insulate the area I thought the oil was hitting to prevent it from burning, however the exhaust wraps I've looked at say they actually soak up oil. Is there any other way to possibly insulate the exhaust to prevent the oil from burning if that is the problem?
It seems that within the last 3 years of my life, the world has gotten more hectic, over sensitized and just way too emotional. The group of friends that I have, are completely over emotional. I suppose a better word to call these people would be "acquaintances." I'm just trying to wrap my head around, whether the things that they are saying and suggesting for me are really choices I should even have to respect, consider or care about.
Here's the history. I'm young, graduated from business school, and got a job at an amazing company 2 months after finishing my classes. I worked incredible hard at school, taking full time courses and working about 30 hours per week at an accounting firm. Let me tell you, I was stressed. While most people I knew were enjoying the beach, partying late at night... I was exhausted from work or busy with school. So, yes I was one stressful, mean (i suppose), selfish person.. After a while, the friends I had.. who are also friends with my older sister, well just began to hate me. I was no longer invited out to events, and at every chance they did see me was like an impromptu "intervention." It always cracked me up, as here I am 22, working with a college degree having to take advice from 25+ adults who barely have real jobs, loads of debt, and no education. They made me feel as though my attitude was comparable to someone who needs to be sent to rehab.The consensus was that I "only cared about myself." Which I found comical, as at my age who should I be concerned about other than myself? For god's sake, they are not the ones going to work for me, cooking my dinners, paying my bills! I want to say, worry about yourself for a change, and maybe you'll actually have something in life!
Now it seems literally everything I do, is grounds for an open discussion. If I talk too much I'm proud, if I talk to little I'm being mean. There is no medium at this point. I have issues letting people borrow clothes, because they often don't find their way back to me... so I don't let friends borrow clothes... I'm a selfish person. I talk about my job, then I''m branded that all I care about is my job. I decided to eat lunch somewhere, where no one else wants to eat and I'm rude. I once answered an email to "reply to all" from a newer friend that I completely innocently wrote something that was a positive remark.. and I basically got bashed from every angle. My sisters, my parents, everyone was upset with me. I felt like I was in the twilight zone... I suppose I would've understood if I wrote something like "you are lame" but that is not the case. I haven't been able to live that email down. And the response I wrote, it was 8 words, not even a complete sentence!
To make matters even better, these people honestly would rather complain to my older sister and sometimes my parents! And these are adults, hitting their 30s soon!
I wonder if it is a matter of sensitivity, over emotional attitude or just plain jealously. My boyfriend is also very successful, and we live our lives from our pant seat. We love to talk, meet everyone, and find out as much as we can about them. Yeah, we're alos very proud people, but love to hear about others success as much as we like to talk about ours. I'm not jealous over anyone. I love who I am. I love talking about clothes, purses, shoes, luxuries, my job, current events, and gossip (yes, we all do) and I suppose that can make me seem arrogant. I have very high expectations of people in my life, and it's hard for me to understand sometimes why people's logic flies out the window.I don't like to see anyone in my life end up on some dead end job, make bad decisions, date ridiculous men, and just not think. Maybe I am overly analytical, and need to learn some sensitivity. I just don't understand where some people get off at being so sensitive. My motto sometimes comes down to "i dont give a F!" These people find that their presence in my life, has made a difference. What am I doing in my life that is wrong? I have savings, a beautiful man, happiness at my job, a wardrobe to die for, and I'm debt free! It sounds like I've done everything I can at 22! I also enjoy being alone, because everyone is so emotional! I can't handle it. I understand everyone talks about other people, but who cares... we're human for a reason and if you're putting your dirty laundry out to dry on places like facebook, myspace, twitter.. someone is going to talk about you! I had a friend tell me, "people do want to hang out with you, just NOT on your time." Wow.. god created free choice, but he obviously forgot to give me mine.
I am continuing to rant and rave... but bottom line. Suggestions on improving my life? Is it ok to not have friends? Is it ok to enjoy your own thoughts, or do I need to mold to this world... am I allowed to skip engagments with my friends and focus on myself? I'd like to go to grad school, and continue bettering my own life... where do you draw the line on tryi
I just got a mouse for the first time, and I'm not sure what to do with him. He's really wild right now, and I know it will take time before he's calm, but how do I get his trust? Are there any treats that mice can't resist? (cupboard love, what can I say?) Also, when he's running on his wheel, sometimes his tail gets wrapped around the spoke. Can that hurt him? Will mice run themselves to death? Sometimes after he's been running for several minutes, he just lays down in the wheel like he's exhausted. Is he running too much? I'd like to get him to the point where he's not terrified of me, where maybe he can sit on my hand. How do I go about that? Is it normal for him to scratch his ear tand then nibble at his claws? Is he scared by himself? Would two males fight? But I don't want to put a girl in there and have babies...
Please help my mouse!
Is it a bad idea to keep my snake and my mouse in the same room? My mouse is NOT a feeder; the snake eats rats. They have seperate cages, and are on seperate cages. But could they smell each other, and the snake get hungry and the mouse get scared?
What does it mean when he stops and shakes his tail around like a rattlesnake? Is it a good sign when he stops running and just stares at me?
I have a 3 1/2 month old baby. she will be 4 months in a week and a half. at the beginning she was so awesome. hardly fussed or cried unless she needed something. around 2 months she started getting really fussy and it has been getting worse since then. the doctor said she wouldnt be so fussy after about 3 months, but she is getting worse. i can put her down for maybe a half an hour at a time, if shes not crying. otherwise she cries and cries unless i am feeding her or carrying her. she used to like going to other places but now she hates it. i have a wrap i keep her in when i go out, which is not very often, but if i take her out, she will scream and scream and scream. at home she is calmer but still pretty fussy and i have to carry her around in my arms and walk around for hours. if i sit or stop walking she will cry and she doesnt stop. i tried leaving her and letting her cry. doesnt work. she doesnt like her swing. she doesnt take a pacifier. nothing works but this and sometimes it doesnt even work. well she will quiet down in the car (rarely) and she does like her stroller but i cant walk around outside all day long or carry her all day long. if she falls asleep, she will wake up imediatly when i put her down and wont fall back asleep. she will lay there for a while and then start crying again. my husband is in the airforce basic trainign for 2 months and i am alone with no help, and she hates it when other people hold her so i dont even bother asking for any. but i need a break. i am tired, and exhausted and i just cant stand the screaming and crying anymore. does anyone have any ideas? anything?!!?!!!!1
This is long but well worth the read. I haven't laughed this hard in months.
STAR AND PASS IT ALONG!!
Sandy
We have the standard 6 ft. fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire city. To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence.
Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. long ground rod, and drove it 7.5 feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.
One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hp big wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way.
It seems as though I hadn't remembered to unplug it after all.
Now I'm standing there, I've got the running lawnmower in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.
Time stood still.
The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine.
It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of shit lawnmower were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.
Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg to differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. It was a Matrix kind of bowel movement, where time is creeping along and you're all leaned back and BAM BAM BAM you just crap your pants 3 times. It seemed like there were minutes in between but in reality it was so close together it was like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand.
At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences.....but Dad always had those cheap-o chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.
This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point I'm thinking I'm going to have to just man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas.
'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the tank!
Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it. Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest I think 'Oh God please die... Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner's right foot.
So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day.....he left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created.
I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire...I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me, out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.
There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.
Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:
1- Three of my teeth seem to have melted.
2- I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right).
3- Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think.
4- My left eye will not open.
5- My right eye will not close.
6- The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was better than new after that.
7- My nuts are still smaller than average yet they are almost a foot long.
8- I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of the number 4 (still don't understand this???)..
That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things.. I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.
The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clear
My daughter is almost four months old. She has only slept through the night about six times since she was born. Normally she'll wake up between two and four times a night. I get up with her, change her diaper, feed her if she's hungry, and try to soothe her back to sleep, but after four months of this I'm so exhausted. It's six in the morning, I've fed her, changed her, and wrapped her back up. I've walked with her, and she's still crying. So I just laid her down, turned her heart beat machine on and left the room. She cried for about two minutes, and now she's just fussing a little. I'm not a big advocate of the cry-it-out method, and I have no idea if I'm doing the right thing for her. What do you think?
My son is just over 4 and half months now and he doesn't sleep. He's never liked to nap. From the day we brought him home from the hospital he has wanted to be awake as much as possible. He's busy, constantly busy. It would be ok if he didn't nap, except he has become constantly over tired. He's fussy, hyper active, and miserable. I think yesterday he was happy for about 2 hours out of the 12 that he was awake for, the hour right after he got up, and the hour we spent at the pool. He does sleep at night, kinda. He wakes up to eat every 4 hours or so, sometimes more sometimes a lot less.
I'm slowly losing my mind. He is just so unhappy, I've read books, I've done research. I feel like I've tried everything. Car rides, walking in the stroller, walking in the wrap, rocking to sleep, nursing him to sleep. I've tried a dark room, quiet music, even snuggling with him doesn't work.
What's left? I'm so lost. I'm not going to let him cry it out. I believe that letting him cry till he exhausted himself makes as much sense as letting my car alarm go off till the battery dies. Besides I really believe that he is too stubborn for that anyways. How do I get him to nap?? Do I need to go to a sleep specialist or something?
**He is teething but I use orajel and it seems to help, he's also eating solids (pureed pears).
My cat Lilli had babies a few weeks ago... I forget the day.. but the kittens are at the point where they are beginning to crawl. Lilli doesn't like anyone else in my household and hides from everyone but me. The other night she tried to bring her kittens to my room and I thought she just accidentally snapped two out of the three kittens necks. I noticed that the baby who was still alive was crying out, so I took it and tried to feed it but it wouldn't take anything, and she wouldn't feed from her mother. All it wanted to do was sleep. After a good few hours, I tried to feed it again but it still wouldn't take it. I began to get worried because she wasn't meowing, and she would open her mouth but no sound came out and she was getting cold. I wrapped her up to get warm and I layed her close to me so my body heat would help. She was still responding to me when I pet her, she was enjoying it, but she seemed extremely exhausted. It looked like she was fighting to go to sleep. So I put her down in her kitten bed, said goodnight and went to sleep. When I woke up she was dead.
I do not know how this would have happened. My cat Lilli had kittens before and nothing like this has ever happened. I was completely beside myself. And it makes me wonder if the other two died, maybe it wasn't because Lilli tried to carry them to me.
Has this happened to anyone else who's had a cat with kittens? Does anyone know what this might be? I wish I would've known but I thought she was just a sleepy kitten.
I have a 9.5month old who was the perfect baby until last week. he was the easiest baby to put to bed all you did was put him in his cot put his blanket over him with his dummy and he would go to sleep with out any patting calming or rocking, now this week all of a sudden he wont go to bed at all it takes upto a hour to get him to calm and you have to sit and pat him and wrap him in a blanket and then this only sometimes helps sometimes you have to hold him down and stroke his forehead to get him to shut his eyes and then he goes off to sleep but he is now waking every hour. he has had a runny nose and bad nappies but no teeth showing yet any ideas will he eventually go back to self settling. my partner works away so i am on my own and i am exhausted my family all live interstate i am literally on my own and need some reassurance this will all pass.
My fiancee and I met online almost 3 years ago. Because of distance it took us a while to be together. 8 months ago we became engaged and moved in together. I have 3 children which I have full custody over, and they are my life. They love my fiancee to death. But in the past 6 months or so he has been staying out overnight on a regular basis with his friends, and up until a week ago or so, I hadn't met any of his friends. I never knew where he was when he went out and never knew if he was coming home. A month ago I told him I couldn't handle his actions anymore, and that he had 2 weeks to prove to me that he wanted this relationship. I told him that I couldn't handle him being gone overnight, and that his drinking had come to be an issue. Since that point, not only has he been out overnight but at one point had taken my car and been gone for 3 nights. I had to call the police to get him to bring it home.
To me, having a family means you work, come home and ocasionally go out with friends. That, however isn't the case with him. I got to a breaking point where I told him that if it happened one more night where he didn't come home, I was done. I don't let him use my car anymore because I can't trust him to bring it back when he says he is going to. I can't trust him to be home when he says he will. The ONLY thing I trust with him is that he hasn't cheated on me.
I am tired of being lied to, in the sense of promises being broken. But he has my heart so wrapped around him that I feel like a bad person when I get so worn out emotionally and feel I just can't do this anymore. I am torn. I know what I want out of a relationship, and he thinks I am being controling when I simply ask him to be home at night. I have told him in the past few weeks that if he doesn't come home at night, I'm gone. I don't know what else I can say or do. I don't want to be without him, but the fighting has been getting worse and more frequent, and I'm simply exhausted.
Any thoughts?
The next night, I hadna��t even fallen asleep before Willow was crying again. This time, I didna��t even bother with trying to ignore it. I clicked my bedroom light back on, thoroughly exhausted. I was so tired I was practically seeing double. As always, Lyric was conked out on her own bed. She was even drooling.
a�?Curse you,a�? I mumbled.
For another two hours, Willow cried. It wasna��t until two thirty in the morning that she finally stopped, and I assumed Gabby had been able to get her back to sleep. By then, it was too late, and there was no way I was able to get back to sleep. Blurry eyed and practically dead on my feet (no pun intended), I picked up the phone and dialed Jaya��s number.
a�?Hello?a�? he mumbled, incoherent.
a�?Jay? Ita��s me.a�?
a�?Kacey?a�? Jay asked, suddenly sounding wide awake. a�?Whata��s the matter, baby? Is everything alright? Are you sick?a�?
a�?Ia��m fine. Ia��m fine,a�? I assured him, suddenly feeling extremely guilty for calling him in the middle of the night, only to worry him.
a�?Kace, ita��s three in the morning,a�? Jay said with a yawn. a�?Something must be wrong. Why arena��t you sleeping?a�?
a�?Willow,a�? I said. I rubbed my face. a�?I cana��t sleep.a�?
a�?Have you slept at all?a�?
a�?Yes.a�? I lied.
a�?No, you havena��t,a�? Jay argued. a�?Youa��re a horrible liar, honey.a�?
a�?Ia��m fine. I just . . . wanted to talk to you.a�?
a�?You didna��t sleep yesterday, either, did you?a�? Jay asked. When I didna��t answer, he sighed heavily. a�?Kacey, you not sleeping is not helping anything. You need to sleep.a�?
a�?I dona��t know what to do,a�? I said. a�?Every time Willow cries, Ia��m awake immediately, and ita��s impossible to get back to sleep.a�?
a�?Ia��m coming to get you,a�? Jay said. a�?Pack some clothes.a�?
a�?But, Jay, I---a�? The line was dead before I could finish my sentence.
Within half an hour, I heard the familiar purr of Jaya��s car in the driveway. I scribbled a note to Gabby, who was now sleeping soundly, and then slipped out the door. He was standing outside waiting for the trunk open and ready for my belongings.
a�?Where are we going?a�? I asked.
a�?Ia��m taking you somewhere you can sleep,a�? Jay said.
a�?But the bus is full . . .a�?
a�?Not the bus,a�? Jay said, helping me into the car. a�?Rob and Maria��s place.a�?
a�?Jay, I cana��t bother them right now. Ita��s almost four in the morning.a�?
a�?I already talked to Rob. Hea��s waiting for you.a�?
a�?I cana��t live there, Jay. Ia��ll just be in the way. One more thing for Mari to worry about.a�?
a�?You dona��t have a choice, Kace,a�? Jay said, pulling out of the driveway. a�?It will make all of us feel better if you just cooperate.a�?
a�?Ia��m a prisoner,a�? I declared. a�?A prisoner with no life anymore. What has this world come to?a�?
Jay chuckled and leaned over to kiss me on the forehead. a�?Youa��ll get over it.a�?
I wasna��t so sure about that.
Just as Jay had promised, Rob was wide awake, expecting our arrival. As soon as we walked through the front door, he quickly put out the cigarette he had been smoking and wrapped me in a hug.
a�?You look exhausted,a�? he noted.
Thank you guys! LoL and "Walrus", thanks to you, too. Of course, I don't want Jay to be in ANY way like Edward. I think the reason u might think that is because at this moment he's extrememly concerned for her...they just found out Kacey has Luekemia, so he's very emotion/over-protective right now.....does that make more sense? Before all of this happened, he's definitely just a guy! :)
I've been having chest discomfort on the left side for a couple days now. It's not so much "ouch" pain as it feels more like something is wrapped around my boob. I've also been having prickly pains on my left side around my hips. Today my leg has starting hurting in the same leg where I have had blood clots in the past. It could be blamed on a pulled muscle except I don't exercise. Also, today the tightness in the chest feels like its moving to the center and my back has started hurting and I've felt very nauseous and exhausted. I don't have much money to spend if there is nothing wrong, so I want someone's opinion if I should go to the doctor.
I'm 24... I've had the pains before and every time the doctor does an EKG they find nothing. This pain is slightly different this time.
My exhaust is rattling and not help up very well. I have this thick rope i was going to wrap around it until i got some clamps. Would that be ok for a day or two? whats the worst that could happen? how long would it be ok for?
Ok. I have to lay out a little history here for you to understand. I started getting realIly sick when I was pregnant with my youngest son. My back was always hurting really bad and I felt that something was wrong, but the doctors told me I was fine. I kept going into preterm labor and they had to keep me on meds to stop it. I finally had him a month early but he was ok. I was not however. I was put on so many medicines over the next year and then called all kinds of things including medicine seeker, faker, hypochondriac etc. I was very upset because I knew something was wrong. I had gestational diabetes when I was pregnant and it never went all the way away. My sugar is high every other time I get a blood test, but the docs seem to think that's ok. My heart also started beating too fast. I was finally put on a heart and a diabetes medication. My heart slowed down and my diabetes eased up. (My sugar is still high on every third or fourth blood test). My heart rate stayed at 145bpm and docs said that was ok. Then my heart rate jumped to 265bpm one day and they had to do a cardioversion. It sucked, but my heart rate went down to 135 and stayed there. Then all hell broke loose. I started having terrible pain all over. My stomach and back hurt really bad and I started throwing up all the time. The docs kept me in the hospital a few times, then let me go home. (Mind you at this time I had my appendix out already). I kept going back with terrible pains and throwing up. They gave me meds to stop the nausea and sent me home with pain meds. I didn't get better. Then they found that I had a very large ovary from a cyst gone crazy, so they drained it. Pardon this, but I also developed a heavy menstrual flow that did not stop. They found that my uterus was HUGE and took it out along with the cervix since there were early stage cancer cells. Then my left ovary started acting up and developing cysts, so they took THAT out. I started to grow scar tissue that messed up my insides and made bowel obstructions, so they fixed that and wrapped it all up in mesh to stop that problem. This was all within a few short months. I was EXHAUSTED!! The sickness and pain did not stop, so they went through months of putting me on psychiatric meds including valium. I started having NEW symptoms. I started having numbness and tingling in my left arm at first, then it moved to my right side and I even got sent to the ICU one day when my whole body went numb and I fell to the floor in a heap. My right eye went dark for a few hours and it took two days to get all the feeling back. They did millions of tests and they all came back ok. They sent me home. They finally put me on a heart med cause of the tachycardia and that helped take away the numbness problems. Next, I started getting really dizzy and started throwing up in spite of the nausea meds. I was still in alot of pain all the time and I was so tired. I really reached a low point and wanted to just die and get it over with. I got called all the names again since all the tests were coming up ok according to the docs. Then I developed a pericardial effusion (that's fluid in the sac surrounding the heart). They did alot more blood tests and sent me to all the specialists you can imagine including rheumatology. Nothing. They did a pericardial tap and took out the fluid. The tests came back with no answers. I was quite frustrated. I knew I was really really sick, but nothing was telling me anything. I live in a small town and the nurses at the hospital were getting mean with me and starting rumors about how I was just wanting drugs. It sucked. Then I got (pardon me for real) unending diarrhea. They did a nuclear scan and found that my gallbladder was not functioning AT ALL!! So, another surgery and it was out. Then two weeks later I broke my three ribs on that same side as the surgery. (boy did THAT suck!) Then because of the dizziness, I passed out in my bathroom, fell into the tub and broke my tailbone. Yes, by this time I was still having dizziness, nausea, vomiting, pain, diarrhea,and insomnia. BAD BAD BAD. I have lived that way for MONTHS now. Out of the blue a few months ago, I had a grand mal seizure. (tonic clonic). Again, more meds and more tests..... all normal. (When symptoms stopped bothering me or went away, I stopped meds that could interact on my own cause I HATE taking meds. When I told the docs, they said that was ok. ) AND.... finally..... I know, it's alot..... three weeks ago, I got confused and forgot who I was etc. and spent a day at the hospital I don't remember. I found out later after I was home. I still have no idea what happened to me. I was told by family. I called the doc and he told me that I had a lupus test that came back positive. I told MY doc and they just said, well, let's do nothing since it is not causing problems. Can you imagine my dumbfounded look on my face? yeah. Then I got hit with pain so bad a few weeks later (two weeks ago) and I went to the h
Then I got hit with pain so bad a few weeks later (two weeks ago) and I went to the hospital. It was mostly in my chest, so they did EKG and all the heart problem tests and it all came back ok. The pain went away and I went home. Next day it hit again. This time it was BAD! All day I felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach with a hot knife on their boot (sorry, only way to explain it). Then all the sudden, the pain just hit me like... I can't even explain. It was worse than labor. I went back to the E.R. My lipase was high, they said pancreatitis. They did an ultrasound and said my bile duct was blocked. They shipped me to a bigger hospital and did a CT. It was normal.They did an ERCP. It was normal. They sent me home.
And here I sit......... what do I do next? This is crazy? Do I pretend I feel great and go on? Do I "bother" the docs still? HELP!! Am I crazy>??
I moved into a furnished sublet for 2 months in the summer and ever since I came in, I have been coughing a lot. I have asthma as a result of allergies and I am currently on claritin, flonase and albuterol, if this continues will need to also move onto a steroid. My own dorm room which is closed over the summer doesn't give me trouble as the flooring was changed, the furniture was changed etc.
I had the carpets washed, put the mattress in an encasing, washed the sheets, pillows, comforter in hot water and this is still going on. I cough probably about 20 min in every hour. I am pretty sure it is not a cold because it gets significantly worse when I get into the house.
What could it be? I have documented allergies to mold, feather, cats and dogs but not to dust.
The allergies also get much worse when I sit in the living room couch or if I smell the couch directly. What could be in it? I don't know how to encase it in a protective cover and have thought of using contractors' stretch plastic to wrap it up. Not the best solution, I know but I am running out of ideas. If you have any, please let me know.
I am exhausted from all the coughing and really miserable since I don't get enough sleep.
I am also taking care of an 11 year old child who is starting to also cough. Could she be getting some of this too?
Thunder grumbled in the dark clouds as rain poured over the tall moonlit grass, quenching its thirst. A pair of figures struggled against the wind and rain whipping in their faces, a rich scent of wet dirt filling their nostrils. They moved briskly through the grass and from under trees, as if they had a great purpose. The leading of the two was none other than an animala��a fox. Her sleek, shiny white coat had been drenched and had managed to appear as a dirty gray. Her eyes fought to stay open,
a�?Are you sure this is the right place, Saybelle?a�? The girl behind her wrapped the black cloak more tightly around her face, shielding herself from the pounding rain.
a�?Ia��m quite certain, Ophelia,a�? replied the fox.
Ophelia sighed, she felt as if they had been searching for days with no progress. She was becoming tired, with an uneasy restlessness looming over her. The weight of her drenched cloak was becoming unbearable and simply annoying to carry; she followed the foxa��s trail through the grass, both of them too determined to find what they had been searching for.
A cave had seemed to grow out of the darkness a further distance away, which encouraged the two to quicken their pace. The form of the cave began to get clearer; a large mouth had appeared with toasty golden light glowing out, illuminating a fair amount of the darkness surrounding it.
a�?Over there,a�? The fox said, her ears perking up at the sight, she stopped momentarily, a�?come, he musta��ve been waiting for us, we should hurry,a�? She turned eagerly to face an exhausted Ophelia, her eyes softening at the sight.
Their eyes hada��over the past hours or soa��grown accustomed to the dark, but intense light swallowed the mouth of the cave. The cave was much larger from the inside rather than how it appeared at the entrance, its ceiling stretched out into the darkness, the light which they blindly followed could only reveal its depth so much.
As they continued to go deeper and deeper, they realized that the source of the light had been a roaring fire, its bright flames slithering towards the top and filling the air with gray smoke and much welcomed warmth. However, the fire was certainly not all they had encountereda��or had come fora��through the flames a young man sat, waiting patiently.
a�?I wasna��t expecting you for days,a�? His legs were crossed and two, broad arms rested on each knee. He was a generically well built and handsome young man. Dark eyebrows rested above piercing stale blue eyes.
a�?Skyler, youa��ve always underestimated us,a�? Ophelia quickly stripped off the drenched cloak and welcomed the fire; she ran her long, slender fingers through her tangled blonde hair. Saybelle shook off the rainwater from her coat and sprawled next to Ophelia lazily. Her sharp eyes rested on Skyler.
a�?So whata��s the plan? Wherea��s the girl?a�? Ophelia finally broke the silence.
a�?The girl is where shea��s supposed to be, according to Aryan, shea��s completely safe and living a normal life. She has absolutely no idea who any of us are and Aryan hasna��t tried to contact her in any form. I just hope thata��s true, because ita��s not going to stay like that forever,a�?
a�?What do you mean?a�? Saybelle and Ophelia said in unison.
a�?The reason why Aryan hasna��t taken any serious action in trying to get to her is because so far, nothing has happened. Our world and their world have been in peace. There have been no sights of the Cimmerians anywhere, and besides, Aryan would have been the first to know. But what I mean is, ita��s not going to stay like this forever,a�?
a�?But if Jeralda��s sat around for so long, maybe he wants peace, you know? Maybe he likes it,a�? Ophelia said.
a�?You're joking, right? Jerald and peace, with someone else above him? No, I dona��t think so. He has something up his sleeve and none of us may know what it could be. He hasna��t been hiding or just plain wasting time; hea��s been structuring a delicate plan. He wants Aryan defeated, and the only way to do that is to get to the girl, because no girl, no Aryan,a�?
Ophelia shuddered at this and Saybelle looked quite uncomfortable, not being able to imagine a peaceful and prosperous world for their kind with no Aryan.
a�?So we need the girl,a�?
a�?Yes, we do,a�?
a�?Howa��?a�?
Skyler observed their questioning faces, a�?Let me handle that,a�?
Thunder grumbled in the dark clouds as rain poured over the tall moonlit grass, quenching its thirst. A pair of figures struggled against the wind and rain whipping in their faces, a rich scent of wet dirt filling their nostrils. They moved briskly through the grass and from under trees, as if they had a great purpose. The leading of the two was none other than an animala��a fox. Her sleek, shiny white coat had been drenched and had managed to appear as a dirty gray. Her eyes fought to stay open,
a�?Are you sure this is the right place, Saybelle?a�? The girl behind her wrapped the black cloak more tightly around her face, shielding herself from the pounding rain.
a�?Ia��m quite certain, Ophelia,a�? replied the fox.
Ophelia sighed, she felt as if they had been searching for days with no progress. She was becoming tired, with an uneasy restlessness looming over her. The weight of her drenched cloak was becoming unbearable and simply annoying to carry; she followed the foxa��s trail through the grass, both of them too determined to find what they had been searching for.
A cave had seemed to grow out of the darkness a further distance away, which encouraged the two to quicken their pace. The form of the cave began to get clearer; a large mouth had appeared with toasty golden light glowing out, illuminating a fair amount of the darkness surrounding it.
a�?Over there,a�? The fox said, her ears perking up at the sight, she stopped momentarily, a�?come, he musta��ve been waiting for us, we shall hurry,a�? She turned eagerly to face an exhausted Ophelia, her eyes softened.
Their eyes hada��over the past hours or soa��grown accustomed to the dark, but intense light swallowed the mouth of the cave. The cave was much larger from the inside rather than how it appeared at the entrance, its ceiling stretched out into the darkness, the light which they blindly followed could only reveal its depth so much.
As they continued to go deeper and deeper, they realized that the source of the light had been a roaring fire, its bright flames slithering towards the top and filling the air with gray smoke and much welcomed warmth. However, the fire was certainly not all they had encountereda��or had come fora��through the flames a young man sat, waiting patiently.
A young woman
Her hair the rusty color of a penny
Her eyes like shimmering sapphires
Her pouty lips like a swollen blossom
Her deep red fingernails
Her skin fair and specked with freckles
Her legs are long and smooth
Her belly thin but still soft
Her hips and waist are sensuous curves
Her breasts are plump, pale and succulent
A man
His face tanned from the sun
His hands roughened from his work
His chest broad and strong
The ripples in the well carved muscles of his arms and shoulders
His deep set eyes a smoldering gray
Each muscle and tendon flexing and relaxing
The place where his collar bone protrudes
Full of dips and hills
His shorter hair is black as onyx
He caresses her chest
She breathes in the scent of his cologne
His lips gently brush her neck
Her fingers entangle in his hair
He pulls her onto his lap, facing him
She wraps her bare legs around his waist
They spend a few moments running their hands over each other
Feeling and appreciating every hill and valley
She listens to the rhythmic beating of his heart
He hears her shallow, uneven breaths
She hides her face in the contour of his neck
He strokes her hair and brushes a few locks off her shoulder
She pulls back and gazes into his eyes
He rolls her over onto her back and kneels above her
She reaches up to tug at his hips
His hands travel over her exposed body
She wishes they would melt right through her
He presses closer to her body
She feels his skin on the soft inner part of her thighs
Their chests press together and their beating hearts almost touch
Their bodies finally combine as one
He lets out a satisfied sigh
She a muffled moan of pleasure
Their bodies roll against each other like ocean waves
Entertwining and writhing, desperate to get ever closer
The sheets tangle in a mess of twisted knots around their legs
He places his warm hand on the back of her neck
She leans her head back and lets her eyes roll back
He tastes the sweet skin on her exposed throat
Her lips part and she lets out a shuddering gasp
On and on they meld together like marble statues in a garden
Her nails rake down his back
He wraps his strong arms around her fragile shoulders
She pulls him even closer to her
The tension builds almost unbearable intensity
Their ragged breathing reaches its peak
They pull and tug at each other in monumental ecstasy
All tension gone, the intensity ebbs away slowly
Exhausted, they lay panting against each other
She stares up hopefully into his eyes, searching for approval
He lowers his head towards hers
She closes her eyes
And they share a beautiful kiss
Embracing, they drift away into dreamless sleep
wow if yall think that's graphic you should really see what's out there. this is very mild
He then remembers that hea��d looked up when hea��d reached the center here because he thought hea��d heard a voice. He was still very woozy - he was likely to pass out soon, the sun still beat down on him even though he was now on cool stone. He still didna��t have anything to drink. But maybe he had actually heard a voice. This stone didna��t look natural. Nor did that white post sticking up out of the stone. Someone had to have built this. Maybe
they were still nearby. Maybe that was who talked to him. Maybe this snake was even their pet, and thata��s why it wasna��t biting.
He tries to clear his throat to say, a�?Hello,a�? but his throat is too dry. All that comes out is a coughing or wheezing sound. There is no way hea��s going to be able to talk without something to drink. He feels his pocket, and the bottle with the wiper fluid is still there. He shakily pulls the bottle out, almost losing his balance and falling on his back in the process. This isna��t good. He doesna��t have much time left, by his reckoning, before he passes out.
He gets the lid off of the bottle, manages to get the bottle to his lips, and pours some of the fluid into his mouth. He sloshes it around, and then swallows it. He coughs a little. His throat feels better. Maybe he can talk now.
He tries again. Ignoring the snake, he turns to look around him, hoping to spot the owner of this place, and croaks out, a�?Hello? Is there anyone here?a�?
He hears, from his side, a�?Greetings. What is it that you want?a�?
He turns his head, back towards the snake. Thata��s where the sound had seemed to come from. The only thing he can think of is that there must be a speaker, hidden under the snake, or maybe built into that post. He decides to try asking for help.
a�?Please,a�? he croaks again, suddenly feeling dizzy, a�?Ia��d love to not be thirsty any more. Ia��ve been a long time without water. Can you help me?a�?
Looking in the direction of the snake, hoping to see where the voice was coming from this time, he is shocked to see the snake rear back, open its mouth, and speak. He hears it say, as the dizziness overtakes him and he falls forward, face first on the stone, a�?Very well. Coming up.a�?
A piercing pain shoots through his shoulder. Suddenly he is awake. He sits up and grabs his shoulder, wincing at the throbbing pain. Hea��s momentarily disoriented as he looks around, and then he remembers - the crawl across the sand, the dark area of stone, the snake. He sees the snake, still wrapped around the tilted white post, still looking at him.
He reaches up and feels his shoulder, where it hurts. It feels slightly wet. He pulls his fingers away and looks at them - blood. He feels his shoulder again - his shirt has what feels like two holes in it - two puncture holes -they match up with the two aching spots of pain on his shoulder. He had been bitten. By the snake.
a�?Ita��ll feel better in a minute.a�? He looks up - ita��s the snake talking. He hadna��t dreamed it. Suddenly he notices - hea��s not dizzy any more. And more importantly, hea��s not thirsty any more - at all!
a�?Have I died? Is this the afterlife? Why are you biting me in the afterlife?a�?
a�?Sorry about that, but I had to bite you,a�? says the snake. a�?Thata��s the way I work. It all comes through the bite. Think of it as natural medicine.a�?
a�?You bit me to help me? Why arena��t I thirsty any more? Did you give me a drink before you bit me? How did I drink enough while unconscious to not be thirsty any more? I havena��t had a drink for over two days. Well, except for the windshield wiper fluida�� hold it, how in the world does a snake talk? Are you real? Are you some sort of Disney animation?a�?
a�?No,a�? says the snake, a�?Ia��m real. As real as you or anyone is, anyway. I didna��t give you a drink. I bit you. Thata��s how it works - ita��s what I do. I bite. I dona��t have hands to give you a drink, even if I had water just sitting around here.a�?
The man sat stunned for a minute. Here he was, sitting in the middle of the desert on some strange stone that should be hot but wasna��t, talking to a snake that could talk back and had just bitten him. And he felt better. Not great - he was still starving and exhausted, but much better - he was no longer thirsty. He had started to sweat again, but only slightly. He felt hot, in this sun, but it was starting to get lower in the sky, and the cool stone beneath him was a relief he could notice now that he was no longer dying of thirst.
a�?I might suggest that we take care of that methanol you now have in your system with the next request,a�? continued the snake. a�?I can guess why you drank it, but Ia��m not sure how much you drank, or how much methanol was left in the wiper fluid. That stuff is nasty. Ita��ll make you go blind in a day or two, if you drank enough of it.a�?
a�?Ummm, n-next request?a�? said the man. He put his hand back on his hurting shoulder and backed away from the snake a little.
a�?Thata��s the way it works. If you like, that is,a�? explained the snake. a�?You get three requests. Call t
I'm a large woman and really want to lose 50-60 pounds. I was not a big girl my whole life... only the past 3-4 years since I had a child and am going through a divorce. I'm a single mom with depression. Of course I have always wanted to lose weight but last night I looked at some old pictures of me just a few years ago... I was skinny and hot and I didn't even recognize myself in the photos. I really want to lose weight but I don't even know where to start... I battle depression and food is my number 1 comfort, I don't have any vices, wrapped up with a toddler at home, no family around to help and only off time is when she's asleep, which is usually spent cleaning or resting from being so darn exhausted.
Please help me figure out how to start. What are the best exercises, and how to eat and curb my cravings. I'm sick of feeling like I am wearing a fat suit. Thanks to anyone who answers seriously.
I'm going to write this horror novel, about a young woman named Jade who moves into a haunted house with her family. The house is called Black Manor, and has a bloody history of murder and fatal freak accidents. While in this new house, she meets Twilight, a handsome and attractive man she likes- a lot. Jade and Twilight start going out, and he proposes. But her new, happy life is shattered when her father is gruesomely murdered. The murders continue until only Jade and Twilight are left. Jade discovers too late that Twilight is a deadly, violence loving supernatural creature- a Dark Angel. When she is trapped in the house alone with him, Jade has to fight for her life. Here is the climax for my story:
There it was. My saviour, the exit. I could just see the open door, the electric light from the streetlights outside glowing softly and illuminating the doorway. I dig my fingernails into the cracks between the floorboards and dragged myself forwards, scrambling with both legs to increase my speed. I shrieked as I moved my broken leg, but I kept going. Even if I escaped before the flames caught me, I would have to get help soon, or all my efforts would be in vain. Sucking in a deep breath, I screamed again, louder this time, trying to make my cry carry all the way to Beechvale.
a�?HELP!a�? I yelled, the shout ripping through my throat and making it ache. a�?HELP ME!a�? I crawled steadily forwards, intent of reaching the front porch. All my muscles screamed in protest. I ignored them. Come on Jade, I encouraged myself in my head. You can do this. Just get to the front porch, and you can rest there. Come on! I let my breath out in another violent scream. Without warning, my feet were suddenly lifted from the floor. My eyes widened in shock and terror. My throat was too dry. I couldna��t work up another scream. My top rode up under my arms as I was dragged back across the floor, splinters of wood embedding themselves in my bare stomach. The glorious sight of the door disappeared. Whoever (as if I hadna��t already guessed) had a hold of my legs flipped my over so I was staring them in the face.
Twilight. Of course.
a�?Thought- you could- get away- from me?a�? he panted, obviously as exhausted as I was. Even Dark Angels couldna��t breathe smoke. I didna��t reply Twilight in any way except to scream again and try to scramble away from him. He didna��t let go, and the wood floor broke off the remainder of my long nails. I heard Twilight laughing behind me, and kicked out desperately in the direction of his voice. I missed his face by miles, but he grunted and let go. I jumped up and started half running, half limping to the exit. I risked a glance over my shoulder and saw Twilight had crumpled to the floor in agony. It looked like my high heel had caught him between the legs. I was going to make it! I-
An arm as strong as a steel bar wrapped itself around my chest and arms, rendering me defenceless. A hand clamped over my mouth.
a�?Too bad, Jade.a�? Twilight chuckled in my ear. Darn it. Ia��d forgotten how fast Dark Angels could recover, how fast they could move. The could fly, for Goda��s sake.
a�?Youa��re too late.a�? I hissed, my voice muffled against his hand. a�?Youa��ll never get out alive, Twilight. Ita��s too late for you.a�?
a�?I know,a�? he agreed, and I hoped that slither of emotion in his voice was fear. It was a vain hope, but I hoped it anyway. Suddenly, Twilight squeezed me tighter, and I yelped. It hurt. a�?But if Ia��m going down, Ia��m taking you down with me!a�? he shouted in my ear. I winced.
It was terrible to be trapped in here in his embrace. I was so close to the door. A faint whoosh of fresh air whipped my face, the calm and safety of outdoors taunted me. It wasna��t fair I should come so close to escaping only to be caught at the last minute.
a�?Any last words, Jade, love?a�? Twilight asked, not expecting an answer.
I gave him one.
a�?Yes.a�? I spat. a�?Ia��m glad I burned this house down. Ia��ve saved the life of whoever would have lived here next. Even though ita��s killed me, ita��s saved them.a�? I took a breath, tearing up again as I though of Mum and Dad, Molly and Max, Fred, and little Judy. Yes, Ia��d saved the next owners of Black Manor, but Ia��d realised what Twilight was too late to save my own family. And because of everything hea��d done, I had one last thing to say to Twilight:
a�?And I dona��t know how I ever could have loved you, you sick, vile, twisted snake. I wouldna��t love you if we were the last creatures on Earth. Youa��re no better than vermin.a�? I spat on his shoes. Even though Twilighta��s grip was too tight for me to struggle away again, I could still reach my left hand. I pulled the engagement ring hea��d given me off my finger and dropped it on the floor. I knew Twilight heard it drop, and I knew he saw the ring hit the floor. And I knew that he knew I meant what Ia��d said.
a�?Loathing is very easy to mistake for love.a�? I said softly. Then Twilighta��s arms tightened around my chest, and he pulled me back into the flaming dining room.
My question is:
So, is this a good climax (and ending) for my horror story?
P.S. This is the end of the last chapter. Jade and Twilight die.
This is a rough draft, so it will be better when I get around to the main one, and I've written the rest of the story to go with it. And, for the people that think it's terrible, how can I improve it?
i wrote this a while ago, and i'm just looking for some unbiased, honest critique. thanks!
i wish i could wrap my head around you
actually, i don't.
i wish my head would wrap itself
still no.
i wish you would wrap my head around you
so that i wouldn't have to
i wish i could understand
but that is where it stays
a want, a desire, but nothing more
i wish i knew what's stopping me
i've narrowed down the list
fear? pride? would i be out of place?
but i don't think it's any of those
i think i've just exhausted all my care
yes that's it
you've taken it all away
back and forth love and hate
i can't understand it as hard as i try
i guess i may as well give up
so farewell to the love that may have been
i guess we'll never know
i wish you would have seen it
i wish i would have told
What is the wrapping on the exhaust pipes on a bobber/chopper motorcycle? is it easy to do?
I have an old bike that has some rust on the pipes near the engine and i was hopping to cover it up with this wrapping.
Also any advice on rust spot removal off of chrome?
Thanks
Please when you answer state your age and gender, and if applicable a parent of what ages so I get some sense of who this advice is coming from....
Anyway, I'm married 49, father of 3 great kids, son 7, daughter 10, daughter 12, and generally (though we all have our moments) consider our family to be a pretty healthy down to earth one for which I'm quite blessed by.
Anyway, earlier this evening my oldest daughter Ella who's 12 came home from a gymnastics event that ran until 9:30pm our time last night while my wife was at her sister's house. She goes upstairs to take a shower and go to bed while I'm watching CNN. Showers in our house typically last 5, maybe 10 minutes....
....10 minutes pass, water still going....20 minutes pass, water still going...now i'm thinking she's just turning the darn bathroom into a day spa so I yell up the typical "hey can you wrap up in there" seeing as how i like to have enough money left over after the water bill to feed her and my 2 others! More time passes, now the water's been running for LITERALLY about 40 minutes, and i'm thinking this is the most indulgent shower in history, so I go upstairs and knock on the door to ask her to wrap it up...no answer...now i'm getting worried...i knock again...LOUDLY...."Ella are you ok?"....no answer....my kid has now been in the shower nearly an hour, there's no answer at the door, and I'm petrified that she's fallen, fainted, god knows what...my wife isn't gonna be home for 2 hours, we live in the country so there's nobody else i can turn to, so i finally decide i have to go in there to see if she's ok, open the door, and there she is on the floor of the tub, breathing, apparently fine, the water basically missing her so she wasn't woken up by how cold it was, and it turns out, just flat out exhausted after her gymnastics meet, closed her eyes in the tub and conked out. So I quickly grab a towel, wrap it around her and shake her on the shoulder to wake her up, she awakes, i say "Ella you fell asleep in the shower you've been in here an hour you gotta go to bed hun"....and she awakes enough to process that but is still sorta slumbery, i walk her to her room and she closes the door and that's that, she goes to sleep.
So I go back downstairs thinking no big deal, glad she's alright, etc.
This morning the kids come down for breakfast (I drive them to school on Wednesdays)...and when i give my typical "hey Ella you feelin better this morning?"....she SLAMS her spoon down on the table, and storms off to her bus-stop...then my younger one Emma tells me "she's mad you saw her naked"...and that's when i sorta processed the event from the perspective of a girl her age...but here's the thing...
#1- I am this girl's FATHER, seeing your own kid in their birthday suit
isn't exactly a big headline in your life, and while i hadn't in many
years and she's at an awkward age emotionally for that to happen,
it was a small, insignificant, mildly humorous moment for me, which
parents can relate to, but a girl her age probably can't.
#2- Here's the thing; i have no IDEA what i could have done to prevent
it...i'm as sensitive to privacy with my kids as the next parent, but
there's exceptions where you have to throw that stuff out the
window and one of them is a situation like this. So while I can see
how she'd be embarassed, i CAN'T see what the heck she's
thinking i should have done instead....what if she HAD fainted with
her face laying in the water and i just left her like that for 2 hours
because 5 seconds of awkwardness seeing her nude trumped
saving her life? I don't think she's computing that...
Help me out here, opinion of moms, dads, teens, whatever...the last thing i would want to do is embarass my kid at an age where kids embarass VERY easily, and i don't want to go another day without getting things back to normal with her...but what do i say? By saying anything am I just rehashing her embarassment? But by saying nothing I feel like she probably has no idea the perspective of a parent in that situation. Help...I never felt like such a crappy dad before.
Please when you answer state your age and gender, and if applicable a parent of what ages so I get some sense of who this advice is coming from....
Anyway, I'm married 49, father of 3 great kids, son 7, daughter 10, daughter 12, and generally (though we all have our moments) consider our family to be a pretty healthy down to earth one for which I'm quite blessed by.
Anyway, last evening my oldest daughter Ella who's 12 came home from a gymnastics event that ran until 9:30pm our time last night while my wife was at her sister's house. She goes upstairs to take a shower and go to bed while I'm watching CNN. Showers in our house typically last 5, maybe 10 minutes....
....10 minutes pass, water still going....20 minutes pass, water still going...now i'm thinking she's just turning the darn bathroom into a day spa so I yell up the typical "hey can you wrap up in there" seeing as how i like to have enough money left over after the water bill to feed her and my 2 others! More time passes, now the water's been running for LITERALLY about 40 minutes, and i'm thinking this is the most indulgent shower in history, so I go upstairs and knock on the door to ask her to wrap it up...no answer...now i'm getting worried...i knock again...LOUDLY...."Ella are you ok?"....no answer....my kid has now been in the shower nearly an hour, there's no answer at the door, and I'm petrified that she's fallen, fainted, god knows what...my wife isn't gonna be home for 2 hours, we live in the country so there's nobody else i can turn to, so i finally decide i have to go in there to see if she's ok, open the door, and there she is on the floor of the tub, breathing, apparently fine, the water basically missing her so she wasn't woken up by how cold it was, and it turns out, just flat out exhausted after her gymnastics meet, closed her eyes in the tub and conked out. So I quickly grab a towel, wrap it around her and shake her on the shoulder to wake her up, she awakes, i say "Ella you fell asleep in the shower you've been in here an hour you gotta go to bed hun"....and she awakes enough to process that but is still sorta slumbery, i walk her to her room and she closes the door and that's that, she goes to sleep.
So I go back downstairs thinking no big deal, glad she's alright, etc.
This morning the kids come down for breakfast (I drive them to school on Wednesdays)...and when i give my typical "hey Ella you feelin better this morning?"....she SLAMS her spoon down on the table, and storms off to her bus-stop...then my younger one Emma tells me "she's mad you saw her naked"...and that's when i sorta processed the event from the perspective of a girl her age...but here's the thing...
#1- I am this girl's FATHER, seeing your own kid in their birthday suit
isn't exactly a big headline in your life, and while i hadn't in many
years and she's at an awkward age emotionally for that to happen,
it was a small, insignificant, mildly humorous moment for me, which
parents can relate to, but a girl her age probably can't.
#2- Here's the thing; i have no IDEA what i could have done to prevent
it...i'm as sensitive to privacy with my kids as the next parent, but
there's exceptions where you have to throw that stuff out the
window and one of them is a situation like this. So while I can see
how she'd be embarassed, i CAN'T see what the heck she's
thinking i should have done instead....what if she HAD fainted with
her face laying in the water and i just left her like that for 2 hours
because 5 seconds of awkwardness seeing her nude trumped
saving her life? I don't think she's computing that...
Help me out here, opinion of moms, dads, teens, whatever...the last thing i would want to do is embarass my kid at an age where kids embarass VERY easily, and i don't want to go another day without getting things back to normal with her...but what do i say? By saying anything am I just rehashing her embarassment? But by saying nothing I feel like she probably has no idea the perspective of a parent in that situation. Help...I never felt like such a crappy dad before.
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