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does anyone know the lyrics or the artist?

admin — Fri, 19 Nov 2010 17:03:48 +0000

(We take sour sips
From life’s lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips
In relationships)

Stomp out this disaster town
You’ll put your eyes to the sun and say,
“I know you’re only blinding to keep back
What the clouds are hiding.”

And we might’ve started singing just a little soon
We’re throwing stones at a glass moon

[Chorus}
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning

Whoah-oh...

We keep the beat
With your blistered feet
And we bullet the words
At the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend and dreaming
Of sinking with the melody
Of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my
Former self saying:
[The Carpal Tunnel Of Love lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

“How’ve you been?”

And we might’ve said goodbyes
Just a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)
Whoa, Robbing lips and
Kissing banks under this moon

[Chorus] [x2]

Ohh…

(It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche!)
(When the pearls in our shells got up to dance!)
(You call me a bad tipper of the cradle!)
(Tired young fawns on hunter’s lawns!)
(We’re the has-beens of husbands!)
(Sharpening the knives of young wives!)
(Take two years and call me when you’re better!)
(Take tears that are mine, find yourself wetter!)

[Chorus]

Woah..ooo!
We’re so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning

Feedback for the rough draft of my poem? it’s about apples….?

admin — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 19:04:29 +0000

I’m 15 and this is surrealism poetry. It’s not done yet, I need to add more stanzas and switch some words around. What do you think?

Apples:

Think about how many apples have been in the world.

The tall leathery dinosaurs ate their ancestors
One whole tree at a time. They were different back
then. They were more pink than red and had jagged leaves.

They grew, lush and shiny, in the trees along the life-giving
bounds of the Euphrates as jungle drums pounded
in the twilight.

They traveled the Silk Road along with precious
stones and porcelain slung across Dromedary camels,
protecting them from the sandstorms and sun.

Caesar lay in his marble bed and his many wives fed him.
Grapes, bananas, mangos, peaches, but apples
were his favorite. He ordered 100 barrels of them to his
palace. The apples waited, readily available, just as
they always had been and always would be.

The peasants of Medieval Europe picked them from
their withering, drought-stricken orchards. Serfs’
teeth were so rotten, they stayed, lodged in the apples.

There are famous apples. The one that gave Isaac
the universal theory of gravity. The one that tempted Eve
in the Garden with the snake.

Why Can’t I Learn to Love Salt Lake City?

admin — Wed, 17 Nov 2010 21:04:04 +0000

I was born and raised in Seattle, and then moved to Portland OR to pursue my career. I loved the water and the trees and the lush greenery. I loved the fresh air, the cultural diversity, and the liberal political environment. There were good movies, good beer, good bookstores and good restaurants to enjoy. I even met the love of my life in the Great Northwest!

Turns out she was from Utah. A few years into our relationship, she told me she suffered from Seasonal Affect Disorder, that she missed her family, and that she wanted to move back. I protested, saying that the state is controlled by the LDS, that it’s too dry and hot for me, that it’s too conservative, too car-centered, and lacking in any real cultural diversity.

She was stubborn, and I agreed to move. Turns out I was right on all accounts. This is the weirdest, most boring place I have ever lived. Almost everyone is both white and Mormon. The majority of the restaurants are chains like Red Robin, Olive Garden or Applebees. Although there is a scared, huddled little mass of liberals (they all go to the Unitarian Church near the UofU), and one little funky district in the whole state of Utah (Sugar House), the city and state is almost universally conservative and Republican. There is no life here. People drive everywhere. The streets (even downtown) are as wide as freeways. The public transit sucks. The only cool independent businesses in the city (Sam Weller’s Bookstore, the Dancing Crane, Blue Boutique) have all been forced out of their original locations by developers who knock the buildings down and then fail to build new ones.

Did I mention everyone is Mormon?

I’m trying really hard to adjust, to see the bright side of things, but I’m failing miserably. Why can’t I get used to Utah… to the dry air, the complete lack of vegetation, the heavy snowfall, and the LDS controlled government? Where can I get whatever pills they take here to become wide-eyed “happy” Stepford Wives?

If you could dedicate some songs to disgraced Governor of New York Eliot Spitzer, which ones would you select?

admin — Tue, 16 Nov 2010 23:04:15 +0000

Hey, welcome to Thursday!

The more stuff I learn about this guy, the more I dislike him. Not so much for his deviant interests but rather that he posed as this “law and order” crusader while leading this entire secret life. Of course, the cheating on your spouse part goes without saying. And why do these wives always “stand by their man” during the press conferences? What a jag bag!

Lush – Hypocrite
Genitorturers – House Of Shame
Nine Inch Nails – The Downward Spiral
Fugazi – Fell, Destroyed
Ana Maria – I can answer that one; screwed for life!
♫ՖքØØķ¥♫ – Pretty much. These idiots think they’ll never get caught.
mustang_girlie – That song is just too perfect, LOL. MSI in general is. You and Spooky were all over that one. :)

what’s the deal with twilight filming?

admin — Tue, 16 Nov 2010 01:04:07 +0000

Being the loving husband that i am, i willingly took my darling wife to watch twilight not once, twice, but THREE TIMES! well anyone, here’s my question:
the movie takes Place in Forks, WA. but i looked up the town. within several miles of the town’s radius, it looks like a desert, probably from overlogging (being that it IS sorrounded by lush rainforest)
But they didn’t even film in the town. when i look at pics, forks WA doesn’t even look remotely similiar to portland oregon. and I guess instead of phoenix, they filmed in pasadena.

i think that’s a shame, because I suppose the intention of the location of forks was that it was supposed to be even crummier than phoenix, but from actual photos of the town, i’ll assume that forks is pretty ugly and depressing also, unlike the depiction in the film.

I have more q’s about the film, i’ll post them separately.

Wives of cocaine addicts.?

admin — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 07:07:44 +0000

My husband has a cocaine addiction. He was a great guy before this. He was my highschool sweetheart and we have been together 16 years. 3 months ago I found out he had this addiction. He has ruined us financially. He has totally messed up our children by leaving for 2-3 day binges every week. I am kicking him out of our home and then allowing him to come back over and over again. He is becoming violent and very emotionally abusive. He is having affairs and 1 night stands. Everything he says to me is a lie anymore. I have stuck by him because I made a vow and I am true to my word but I am soooooo tired. I truely can not fix him. We will lose our home and he has lost his job. It is a total nightmare. I am looking for other women in my situation for support and an outlet. Please email me.

I Loved her like the leaves (Kakinonoto Hitomaro): Poetry.?

admin — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 03:04:53 +0000

Can you give me an analysis of this poem, pls?

I loved her like the leaves,
The lush green leaves of spring
That pulled down the willows
on the bank’s edge
where we walked
while she was of this world
I built my life on her.
But man cannot flout the laws of this world.
To the shimmering wide fields
hidden by the white cloud,
White as a white silk scarf
She soared away like the morning bird
hidden from our world like the setting sun.
The child – the gift she left behind-
He cries for food; but always
finding nothing that I might give him.
I pick him up and hold him in my arms.
On the pillows where we lay,
My wife and I, as one,
I pass the daylight lonely ’til the dusk.
The black night sighing ’til the dawn.
I grieve and I grieve and know no remedy.
I ache and know no road where I might meet her.

Thanks :P

I don’t want to be confused. Can anyone enlighten this situation so I can make a decision?

admin — Sun, 14 Nov 2010 10:04:42 +0000

I have been married for 8 years and have 2 boys. I feel that there is no hope for my marriage. I am not loved by my husband, who states that he is still here because of the children. If I stay, my children will be exposed to alcoholism and verbal abuse but if I leave there is the possibilty that the children will lose their father to alcohol. My mind keeps telling me that it’s not my fault and what he says to me is not true. I’m not the perfect wife and not the perfect mother. But I’m not God awful either. It’s like I’m dammed if I stay and I’m dammed if Ieave. I cannot bear another episode of hearing put downs when my husband is drunk. I can’t help but fear that I will blamed by his family if I leave and he drinks himself to death. He doesn’t drink everyday, but he goes on binges when we have unresolved issues. The issues are mainly about cooking or that I don’t take care of him the way I should. It’s getting worse and I don’t know where to turn for help

What could this mean?

admin — Sun, 14 Nov 2010 05:08:45 +0000

I have a recurring dream. I had it again the other night. It was of my old boyfriend’s mother (who never liked me) asking me to come to her house. I go to her house which in the dream is on the bank of a river with a lot of lush greenery on the banks. Her real house is not near a river. The conversation in each of the dreams has been slightly different. This time she apologized and said that I was now ready to be married, and will be a good wife. Then her son shows up and is shocked to see me there, and does not want to talk to me, but ends up doing so as a friend.

The really weird thing is I just got married a couple of weeks ago to a great guy.

I hope you enjoy this one !! ?

admin — Sat, 13 Nov 2010 07:04:21 +0000

Gnarled Wings
You walk along the paved road in a lush garden
The lustrous beams of the midnight sun covers you
As you hear a call from beyound the grave
your wife, she beckons for you to come
your feet hurrying you to a lone house
you enter the door, and you see her there
dark blue eyes, long black hair
you reach to grab her hand
to weep upon her breast
she recedes into shadow
you desperately look
a gleam catches your eye
you take hold with a strong grasp
weeping like a small boy lost in market
the representation of death upon your neck
you sob as a slender streak of crimson bands your throat
the love of your life walks back into view, hands over her eyes, weeping

you wake, she over you
a gloomy, dark clouded sky
“why?” her sweet voice asks
“to be with you,” your voice pleasantly replies
A hand cased with blood lies upon her shoulder
a man with great beauty you notice behind your dearest
Torn and gnarled black wings fold around him like a cloak of night
he smiles warmly at you and shows you his bloody hand, which you take
“God?” you ask in a pulled voice, and he shakes his head, a desolate scowl upon his face
“No, my child,” he replies in a majestic voice, “I am not he, who is evil.”
Yur eyes grow even more perplexed at these last trio of words
A scream from above and then a bright bolt of white light
“He has condemnded my name with words of lie,”
The fallen angel says with pain
Your mind then relalizes
Lucifer

questions about METH my boyfriend is in trouble?

admin — Fri, 12 Nov 2010 16:05:09 +0000

The question isnt should i leave him…because I know that is an option. I have tried. it has not yet come to that, so my question is more for the meth user. or someone who has recovered from this…what are the chances od a recovery? My boyfriend is divorced from his ex wife has 4 beautiful children. This man is very spiritual believes in God, he has the intentions to stop using but struggles and uses. when he uses he binges leaving for weeks and lately months at a time straying from me his now girlfriend. I do love him dearly and wish for him to be well. He is such a great man when he stays away from meth. I know i can leave him. but should i? this man is my best friend. should i just give up on someone even tho they want to get out of this addiction…he has no more family support, just me. he has no job no food to eat. he does still have a roof over his head and a car FOR NOW…but my questions are where does one like this go for help, if he is willing…what does rehab do? or is it just a waste of money. i realize that he needs to help himself but what are the steps I should take if i choose to help him…i know standing back and letting him fall is an option. but is there possible another way…?

What do you think would be the best punishment in this tragic case?

admin — Fri, 12 Nov 2010 09:04:11 +0000

When Nicholas Gianquitti moved to Daisy Court in 2005, he entered a model of quiet suburbia, where all the split-levels came with backyard fences and neat yards and children played in the cul-de-sac.
One problem: Gianquitti seemed at odds with the neighborhood children.
Their balls were always bouncing across his lush lawn or hitting his polished car.
Gianquitti complained about this last year to a friend from his old neighborhood, Oakwind Terrace.
The kids’ balls “were always banging his cars,” recalled Ron Silvestri of his conversation with Gianquitti. “They were brand new cars and he didn’t like his cars being ruined.”
Gianquitti, a slight man who drew a disability pension from the few months in the early 1990s when he served as a Providence police officer, complained to his neighbors on Daisy Court as well. And parents there and on the adjacent cul-de-sac, Lily Drive, warned their children to keep clear of the man with the tuft of orange hair sprouting from his chin.
On Sunday, Gianquitti’s next-door neighbors, James and Adriana Pagano, hosted a birthday party for their young son. Some kids were playing in the street and, neighbors say, Gianquitti, who is 40, came out yelling and swearing at them when a ball struck his car.
Pagano, 44, a Cranston firefighter for 15 years who had been officially promoted to lieutenant just last week, rushed over to confront Gianquitti.
The confrontation led to punches and then, with children and others watching, the scene turned surreal.
Witnesses reported hearing several shots and seeing Pagano, lying in the street, mortally wounded. Many of his neighbors and relatives began calling 911. The time was around 3:15 p.m.
Yesterday, while a District Court judge ordered Gianquitti held without bail on a charge of murder, police investigators probed the dirt and leaves blown against the sidewalk outside Gianquitti’s home at 16 Daisy Court, searching for evidence and trying to piece together a neighborhood killing.
Law enforcement officials say Gianquittihad been licensed to carry a concealed weapon since 1993 when he left the Providence police force after six months after suffering a knee injury.
Police confiscated several rifles and pistols from his home following the shooting.
McGrath said some of the gunshots may have been fired from inside Gianquitti’s house and others from outside.
Pagano grew up in the Garden City section of Cranston and graduated from Providence College in 1989. After college, he served as an aide in former Cranston Mayor Michael A. Traficante’s office before joining the Fire Department in February 1991. He was promoted to lieutenant in January, taking part in a department-wide promotions ceremony just last week. Married to Adriana Pagano, a part-time hairdresser, he had a daughter and a son. He was an avid golfer and a big Red Sox fan, known for cooking veal and mushrooms at the fire station and laughing easily.
Sunday afternoon at Fire Station Three, where Pagano had worked for some 15 years before a recent promotion and transfer, Lt. Mike Procopio and Firefighter Ray Giguere heard the call of a man shot on Daisy Court and sped to the scene.
They did not know, yet, it was their friend. But they were concerned.
“We knew it was his street,” Procopio said, in an interview at the station yesterday.
Gianquitti, married with a teenage daughter, had retreated to inside his house by the time the police arrived. And with reports of an armed man inside, officers initially cordoned off the street, with even the paramedics restricted to the perimeter.
Police took Gianquitti from the scene without incident, the chief said, along with his wife and his daughter.
McGrath said the department has 15 officers from the detective division working on the case, including three from the Bureau of Criminal Investigation, which is examining forensic evidence from the crime scene.
In May 2006, Gianquitti filed a formal complaint with the Cranston police of kids in the neighborhood playing with hardballs.
He wanted to get it on record, the chief said, in case there was damage to his property at some point.
Sorry I shortened the article to post it on here. I think this guy should get sentenced to prision for life. It is just awful how he reacted and they haven’t stated but I don’t even think his car had any damage even if it did that is no reason to take someone’s life.

what to do about the LAW we have here??

admin — Thu, 11 Nov 2010 19:05:23 +0000

it seems as though the LEGAL system in this Country has changed drastically…. I thought it was you are innocent until proven GUILTY but not here where I live in the USA It seems as though I am having to prove I’m innocent and they are deeming me GUILTY over FALSE accusations by DSS and they aren’t even my KIDS!!!!!
My Fiance who I’ve been with for over 2 years now he does have some minor charges against him and his record doesn’t look good but that is only because his EX wife and the mother of his three youngest children is on METH and had the kids taken away from her by DSS now she is saying for the first time in the courts not having anything but cooperation out of her EX husband with transporting the children is now saying that she was mentally abused and physically abused and the courts seem to side with the mother who has a record of her own for shooting a drug dealer in the head twice and going off on her DRUG induced binges all throughout the children’s lives
what else can We do I know we need a lawyer but can’t really afford one as my Fiance is on disability and I have a full time job just basically to meet the bills and have a life outside of this court mess….. My name has now been placed on an affidavit stating that I beat the children when I have never touched these kids in a mean manner… ( they are not mine, not my responsibility to take care of them, discipline wise )
If there is a lawyer out there please answer my question and give me some input on what we can do next. it looks really bad but if you look at the facts then it should be an open closed case against her and her LIES she has told the courts

thanks in advanced

Can anybody check if I have comma erors in any phrase and dependent clause fragments?

admin — Thu, 11 Nov 2010 11:07:13 +0000

1)The hyacints and daffodis in the garden were blooming beautifully, untill a freakish spring storm blasted their growth. Within hours, they shriveled up, and lay flat on the ground.
2) During last week’s heated town meeting, several municipial officials urged the town council to adopt a controversial zoning ordinance, a proposal that already been rejected by he town residents.
3) strategically placed pine trees concealed the junkyard from nearby residents, who otherwise would have protested its presence in the neighborhood, well known for its lush lawns and colorful gardens.
4) In an effort to cover his bald spot, all combs long strands of hair over the top of his head. Unfortunately, no one is fooled by his strategy. Especially not his wife, who wishes her husband would accept the fact that he’s getting older.

My boyfriend just cheated what should I do?

admin — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 22:05:24 +0000

I just found out that my boyfriend of almost two years has been cheating on me with his ex lover. I found out by accident when his yahoo messenger popped up on our computer. I am baffled. I have done nothing but love this man and he is the love of my life. We have both been married before and technically he still is which is why we’re not (his ex wont sign papers) We have a brand new baby boy together and I found out he was trying to hook up with her just days after he was born and while I was pregnant. There is no emotional connection between the two just a sexual one. To make matters worse she is 52! I am 29 and he is almost 28. Can you imagine how I feel?! I read all of their emails and the words just keep playing over and over in my head. I am afraid that it will never go away and how can I trust him not to do it again. He says that he’s been trying to tell me for a long time and nothing has happened in a few months which has been verified by email dates. He says he doesn’t know why he did it that I’ve done nothing wrong and I couldn’t have done anything differently. He was cheated on by his ex wife a couple of times and he is forever hurt by this. After they seperated he went on one of those wild binges with girls and then we met. We both have children from our previous marriages and he went from being a wild man to being settled down with three kids and one on the way. Quite a change but still no reason to cheat in my eyes. But, I love him soooo much. He makes me feel like Ive never been in love before him. I don’t know how I would survive happily without him. I would cry more than I do now thinking about him cheating. What should I do? How can I get on with it (its only been two days)? What guidelines should I set so he doesnt think he’s getting away with something? Please help me….I’m desperate and I can’t tell my family because I don’t want them to hate him.

I am going to Manorbier Castle, would you like to join me. Comments and critique welcome, thanks?

admin — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 13:08:39 +0000

Manorbier in summertime

Perched high above a peaceful beach,
With splendid views across the coast,
Come visit Manorbier with me,
A castle haunted by old ghosts.
Baronial home of Norman style,
It’s stood the test against all gales,
A treasured gem in Pembrokeshire,
Much loved by Gerald, son of Wales.

The masonry of limestone built,
Crafted by twelfth century hands,
Its turrets, towers, round and square
Though aged and wind-worn upright stand.
With strong and crenelated walls,
Unspoiled by Medieval gloom,
No savage blows by evil foes,
Have turned this place to silent tomb

A quiet solitude pervades,
It captures mood of years gone by.
The chapel and the gatehouse near
And inner ward has view of sky.
On cloudless days this spread of blue
Can fall to greet a sparkling sea,
And from the heights your eyes can roam,
To cast themselves on lush country.

The laid out borders edge the green,
Bedecked in glorious summer bloom,
The colour lifts the whole display,
And air is filled with sweet perfume.
I’ve stood and felt enchanted here,
Looked back to times of toil and strife,
Heard pluck of strings on soulful harp
And mused on being Baron’s wife.
Danny, thanks for the link to the photograph
Mike, your link is also wonderful, in particular all the images of the inner garden. Wonderful place. Thought you might know it, you spending time in Pembrokeshire

How do I get the courage up to leave my husband? And is the right thing to do under the circumstances?

admin — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 01:05:14 +0000

I have been married for nearly 6 years now. I am very unhappy! I believe in my heart that my husband has a drinking problem. He lies to me and his mother, sisters, etc about his drinking. I know when he has been drinking because his behavior changes dramatically, yet he denies it. I guess he thinks that he is putting one over on me or something? Naturally he gets very defensive when I try to talk calmly to him about it, it’s just impossible! There have been MANY occasions over the years where he has left our home alone to go out and “cool off” and has been gone all night drinking! He has gotten arrested for public intox once before. I can’t even tell you how many times he has come home from one of his drinking binges only to argue with me and than pass out in bed until noon or one the next day. When he wakes up he either doesn’t remember anything, or refuses to talk about it! His mothers, sisters etc……are getting fed up also and are starting to see exactly what I have been dealing with for nearly 7 years now. Fortunately we do not have any children and in all honesty, I refuse to have kids with someone who drinks! That is NOT the way I would want my kids to have to grow up. I am starting to feel like by constantly accepting his apologies, that I have basically let him think that his drinking is acceptable. I KNOW I don’t make him drink, but he sure does try to blame me sometimes. There have been a couple of incidents where he has really lost his temper and either hit a door or wall or gotten a little physical with me (twice in 7 years). He curses and yells at me when he is drunk and now he is even starting to do it to me in front of my in-laws! I really don’t want to be married to him anymore. I have to get my financial ducks in a row before I can leave. This is not meant to sound shallow, but I put my whole life with him as an Army wife first, and neglected to establish a career or get an education for myself. BIG mistake!!! I really need some solid advice here. This is not an easy situation! Should I stick it out and encourage him to go to AA or get out now? This is really a sad thing, because I know my marriage is on the brink of ending.
By the way, I am 36 years old, and feel like my life is just passing me by and that I am wasting my time!

What do you think of this story i wrote? Keep in mind, I wrote it when i was 14!?

admin — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 15:04:12 +0000

Bought with a Price

Slipping quietly out of the door, Kelly O’Byrne immediately felt the cool breeze on her face. Though the sun had already risen, a chilly mist still hung in the air, making the atmosphere feel damp and cold. Walking a little ways along the grassy green hills, Kelly listened for any sounds in the early morning, but all was peaceful and still. After a while, she came upon a steep hillside which she then proceeded to climb. Slightly tall for her fourteen years, this was not a difficult task for her. Finally, she reached her destination – a small cliff leaning out over the Irish Sea. It had become her favorite spot; she never grew weary of gazing dreamily out to the waters. Sitting down on the soft grass, she smoothed her dress, and brushed her long, black hair back out of her face. Her swirly deep blue eyes very much resembled the Irish Sea that she loved to gaze at. Though she loved dreaming about other distant lands, she was perfectly satisfied to remain in her hometown of Bray, where she had grown up. Who wouldn’t? How could anyone not love its rolling green hills, enormous mountains, and misty valleys? Who could grow tired of its lush green forests or beautiful rivers that stretched across the land? In Kelly’s mind, it was heaven on earth.
Far down below, a dog barked. Glancing down, Kelly saw the people of Bray beginning to wake up and get to work. Still, she remained where she was, watching the waves gently lap against one another, crashing against the shore. Startled, Kelly looked up, and stared out in the distance. Squinting her eyes, she looked harder. Still unable to distinguish just what it was that she was looking at, she tried once again, to look past the mist. Suddenly, she saw it: The serpent-like head protruding from the narrow ship. Vikings!
Fear immediately struck Kelly’s heart. For a few seconds, she stood frozen on the cliff unsure of what to do. Finally what her brain was saying to her legs registered and she began to run. Jumping down the steep cliffs, she slipped cutting her leg on a sharp rock. She ignored the pain – her only thought was to warn the people of Bray. Terrified, she ran on. Swiftly, she jumped over the steep cliffs, and ran down the dangerous slopes. Slipping and falling numerous times, she pushed on. Fear defined her eyes as she continued to sprint down the mountain.
As she ran, Kelly thought about the last Viking raid. She did not remember – she was only four. But she heard stories from the older villagers, about how the Vikings had stolen from the people, taken a few captives, and even burned down some of the buildings. They had tried to burn the monastery, causing an excessive amount of damage. Over the years, it was repaired, but still, on one side, you could run your fingers over the wall and feel the burnt wood. The people of Bray were terrified after that, so they worked together to build a safe-house in case it would ever happen again. Everyone dreaded the day when the bells of the monastery would ring signaling danger.
Slipping again, Kelly forced herself to calm down. Finally reaching the bottom of the mountain, she raced across the green hills toward her home. She burst in the doorway to find her mother cooking breakfast over the stove, and her father telling the younger children a story at the kitchen table. She exclaimed, “Father, Vikings! I saw the ship coming from the North!” The peaceful atmosphere was immediately broken.
Mrs. O’Byrne turned pale, and Clara, the youngest of the family, began to cry. The twins, Thomas and Daniel, looked at one another with scared faces. Mr. O’Byrne quickly rose from his seat. Without questioning his daughter further he turned to his wife and said, “Grab some food! Everybody must get to the safe-house!”
Turning to Kelly, he ordered, “Quick, run to the monastery! Tell them to ring the bells! Warn anybody that you see along the way, and hurry back to the safe-house – we’ll meet you there.”
Quick to do her father’s bidding, she began to run to the monastery. Along the way, she shouted to the people, “Quick, get to the safe-house! Vikings! Hurry!”
The looks of puzzlement turned to alarm when they heard the word “Vikings” and they rushed to find their children and run to the safe-house. In a matter of minutes, the whole village was in uproar. Fear was etched in every face, as parents searched for their children, and fathers helped their families into the safe-house on the edge of the village. Continuing to run, Kelly shouted, “The bells! Ring the bells!” But even as she ran up to the monastery, the great bells had already begun to chime.
Kelly stopped, and turned beginning to run for the safe-house. Suddenly feeling very tired and dizzy, Kelly stopped running. Looking around, she saw no one. Telling herself to push on to get to the safe-house, she began to

How to get over an obsession?

admin — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 04:11:10 +0000

This is too long, so apologies in advance.

Basically, six years ago, I developed a crush on someone I worked with. It was pretty innocent at the the beginning. About three months into my “crush”, however, it started getting pretty intense. I never told my crush about my feelings, and I never acted on it. We were friends, joked around a bit, and had a similar sense of humor, but that was it. I worked with him for a year, and he never gave any indication of being interested in me beyond friendship, either. Near the end of the year, I found out he had recently gotten engaged.

At that point, my relatively innocent emotions veered off into crazy town, and seemed to lock in on the conviction that he was the only man for me. For the following year (though we were no longer working together, and I never saw him), I thought about him constantly.

Eventually, it was as if one part of my mind was content to obsess over him 24/7, while the rational, adult part of my mind remained mystified as to the intensity of my attachment, and tried valiantly, with limited success, to keep me gainfully employed and in the real world. I never tried to physically stay in contact with him. Rather, it started and has stayed all in my head.

It has now been five years since I last saw him, and though I have kept a relatively “even keel” mentally, I still occasionally (about twice a year) go on what I can only call “fantasy binges”, where I think about him constantly for a two week period, and feel little reason to stop myself. For the rest of the year, it’s kind of on the back burner, but its always there.

The worst part is, I have been in a relationship with a kind, intelligent, extremely compassionate man, for the last three years, and my crush is happily married. I have been rational enough to make sure my crush and I don’t cross paths (we live in two different parts of the same city), so that I don’t do anything stupid enough to jeopardize anyone’s happiness.

I was recently diagnosed with a low-spectrum bipolar disorder, which may or may not be related. Even though I know this obsession is not real, that it doesn’t spring from any kind of real relationship, and that my boyfriend and I are much more compatible than my crush and I ever would have been, it still holds on persistently. At this point, I’m getting scared, both for my mental state and for the relationship I have with my boyfriend.

If anyone has an idea of how to pursue a “cure” for this, exercises, or anything else that might work, it would be very much appreciated. Obviously, I don’t want to hurt my crush or his wife, but it is really my boyfriend and our relationship that I’m worried about most now. Thank you for your time.

Is this to much of a Deus ex machina in my story (not all of the story is here)?

admin — Mon, 08 Nov 2010 17:05:51 +0000

Drifted slowly bobbying up and down in his surivial swimming posistion, he was face down in the water. Only moements ago was he on his own ship the Rosemary. He was taking the daughter of filthy rich mayer of Boca Roton. He had married her and was transportng her and there 3 year old child to a farther away estate, which he had just bought. Risqué, the merchant, was a traveling merchant who would sell things and make importnants of spices and other things of that sort. He would typically drop by Boca Raton to sell his small stock, common day herbs and wines, sometimes to children things like chocolate and toys. Everyday he went there he stayed there four days. Maybe it was true love at first sight or maybe she just met his standards, but in every other town he only stayed two days. He hardly got to talk to her because she always had a couple of the mayers men watching her. One day she got fed up and ran away and found him by the docks, so she had noticed him too, she requested to leave with him, but he knew he would be wanted if he did that. So he dragged her back to the Mayer and took in the insults from her. The Mayer thanked him and invited him over for dinner.
And so now he was married with her. She relized she did want to escape her father but did not relize Risqué knew this and knew he would get on the good side of the mayer and be able to be forgiven by her. So things worked out well.
If someone did not know better they might think Rique was drift wood if he did not sometimes lift his head and took a big breath from his deep sleep. Only a momments ago was he with Maria his son aboard the Rosemary. Only a moment ago was he on a pirate ship, witnessing the death of his son, and destruction of Rosemary. Everything he owned was on that ship and when the knife was unsealthed all the love given to that boy was spilt. He had men with him on Rosemary but they died too. His wife was not killed, for he knew that she would be used for a ransom. The Mayer would do anything to get her back. Aparently he was worth nothing, the slick Pirate captain missing half of his teeth and dark of face figured, so he was thown over boar for the sharks.
He was starting to get his energy back, but was not srong enough to get back on the hunk of Rosemary that was left, that he rode as far out as he did. He was also not the least bit angry at the Pirate, how could he? He was too tired. He thought he saw the pirate in a wanted add, Wanted Dead: Stede Smith (They did not bother to write “Or alive” as they mostly don’t do)
Nearly given up all hope he wasgoing to let go a dn drown to the depts below. As he sunk further down away from the wicked sun he saw something, somehow, thorugh the water that stung his eyes. His hand grabed for it, and it held steady. He slowly was drifting vertically rather than falling down. Slowly he picked up speed on whatever he held and than he broke from the top of the water. He could not believe it, as he drew his breath as he did when he was floating. He was riding a Dolphin!
Being carried by that dolphin which was picking up speed he slowly was losing his tiredness and picking up anger. Occasualy his fingers would strain to hold on to the dolphin but he understood as his fingers did that this creature of god was his only way out of here. Strangely he questioned whether this Porpoise was of Gods work, it was traveling way to fast for him to hold on, its head rocked left and right trying to shake him free, it seemed, and it traveled towards the sunlight which blinded Risqué. He had been bought to an island.
The shore was extremely white and led to the lush forest that he believed could have been paradise if he had not seen the pile of corpses burning in the camp fire of the beach. There were crates filled with rum and grog, spices and seasoning and bananas all smashed on the rocks washing on shore. There was nothing to say for the ship except of what remained of it torn apart across the white sand like crumbs on a noble’s silver plate. The ship had crashed on rocks and than had been killed off and burned by someone, most lily Stede.
The Dolphin was still coming to shore at full speed. It than did what no other dolphin Risqué heard ever did, came out of the water. Risqué used to see his dad catch small fish and sometimes they would fall out of the line of the hook and onto the floor. When they would do that they would move up and down, left and right in unconrtolabl spasms like a person, who could not swim, struggle in water, the dolphin was no different.
Reaching out to led a hand to roll it back ino the water, the dolphin snapped at it and almost bit it too. Its black body was still slick and wet, its eyes were blazing, Risqué thought he saw red. He desided to leave the poor beast to its fate and check out the crash sight when he remembered whee he would be right now, rotting down in the depths of the ocean along with the dead whales. So he r

How can I get over this, someone please help!?

admin — Mon, 08 Nov 2010 07:04:15 +0000

so two years ago I married the man I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. We get married, I get pregnant and come to find out he wasn’t the person I thought I was marrying. He is an alcoholic and over the past two years of our marriage has had alot of issues, jail, lieing, stealing, you name it. but being the supportive wife I was I supported him. Last year in July he left me and our girls and left the state to his moms because being away from his drugs and alcohol was getting to hard so he left, went on one of his binges, became incarcerated and I moved on. Come November we started talking again and he promised he was done and wanted to make it work with me and the girls. So he moves back and of course I carried a grudge on my shoulders for he had done and it was hard, I still didn’t trust him when he came back but I tried. I found him a job, supported his recovery, and not to mention he didn’t have a license so I made sure he was where he needed to be 24/7 even if it meant dragging our kids out at 12 midnight. I did so much and come to find out since he’s been back he has been cheating on me with little teenage girls?? He’s 25…..so I kicked him out last weekend and already he is with his little girlfriend. he hasen’t called, nor checked up on his daughter. I call my father in law and he totally switched it around saying that if I would of just trusted him and gave him a clean start when he came back and forgot what happened in the past and don’t be down his throat so much he wouldn’t of left and now this is my bed to lay in. I am just hurt, for almost three years I have taken care of him, supported him and yeah it has been hard because of the emtional rollercoaster he put me through, but I feel so low. How can I get over this, he is scum and I know my life was going no where, but the fact he lied and just moved on with his new girlfriend and showed no remorce or emotion what so ever??? What can I do, and I have no way of contacting him, his dad said he dont want me knowing where he is at or to contact him anymore and i have filed for divorce, but how can I get over the emotional state and just move on and stop thinking about what he did and is doin??

Need help with a boyfriend problem?

admin — Sun, 07 Nov 2010 19:07:06 +0000

So, my boyfriend and I love each other (at least he says so). However, his dreams lately seem to differ from mine. He wants to move to Colorado as soon as he can, and I’m not sure if I want to live there. I prefer lush green climates, and if I could move, I would pick Hawaii. Also, I was a military brat, and became really close to my family, because that is all you have when you move to a new place. As such, I want my future kids to be able to know my parents, and have my parents help me and stuff. My boyfriend has always lived here, and just wants to get away from his family.

Another problem is that I want to be married by the time I’m 25, and I want to be engaged now (I’m almost 24). I love him, and know that I want to be with him, but he says he is so unsure of his future, he wants to have everything in his life settled before he even thinks of getting married, which probably won’t be until 28 or 29. The problem I see is that we are the same age, and I want to have kids by 29, and we both want to enjoy married life for a while before I have kids, and if we go with his plan, what if I’m too old to have kids then?

I guess one reason why I would want to get married younger is that I’m a virgin, and he’s not, and I will not live with a boyfriend before I’m married. He says that he would really want to live with someone before he got married to them.

So, the problems are
1. The age at which we would get married
2. He wants to live together before marriage
3. Where we would live

As of yesterday, I am the only one of my friends that is not married or engaged. I feel sad, because I want to start my life with my husband, but he doesn’t want to, I guess. Any problems he has with money will be moot, because I graduate in a month, and have a job lined up where I will be making plenty of money.

I guess I need advice on whether I should just break up with him, and try to find somebody new, which hurts me to think about. Or stay with him, and see if he will propose. I have considered moving to colorado with him, but only as a husband and wife, and he doesn’t seem to want that….I need any and all advice.

Please help, thanks

Correcting Sentence Fragments?

admin — Sat, 06 Nov 2010 21:06:31 +0000

1. Pulling the too-short hospital gown around his wasted body, the patient wandered down the hospital corridor. Unaware of the stares of the healthy people streaming by.

2. Last year, the student government overhauled its charter and created chaos. A confusing set of guidelines that muddled already contradictory policies. This years senate has defined a way to remedy the situation.

3. Occasionally looking up to see if anyone interesting had entered the room, the student sat hunched over their desk in the study carrels. Cramming for final exams. Scheduled to start the next day.

4. As prices have come down, DVD players have gained great popularity. With the development of these sophisticated viewing systems, watching movies is more enjoyable than ever. Indeed, nearly as pleasurable as being in the theatre itself.

5. Last night, I went to the hospital to visit my uncle. Who had been hospitalized four days earlier with a heart attack. I was releaved to see how healthy he looked.

6. The BB gun has changed dramatically. Over the last few years. Today’s top-of-the-line gun can fire BBs or pellets 800 feet per second. Almost as fast as some hand guns.

7. The hyacinths and daffodils were blooming beautifully. Until a freakish spring storm blasted their growth. Within hours, they shriveled up. And lay flat on the ground.

8. During last weeks heated town meeting, several municipal officials urged the town council to adopt a controversial zoning ordinance. A proposal that had already been rejected by the town residents.

9. Strategically placed pine trees concealed the junk yard from nearby residents. Who otherwise would have protested its presence in the neighborhood. Well known for its lush lawns and colorful gardens.

10. In an effort to cover his bald spot. Al combs long strands of hair over the top of his head. Unfortunately no one is fooled by his strategy. Especially not his wife. Who wishes her husband would accept the fact that he’s getting older.
Look old lady.. if you didn’t want to help you didn’t have to.. but for your information.. they were done. i wanted to make sure they were correct..

How can I deal with my alcoholic dad?

admin — Sat, 06 Nov 2010 13:06:44 +0000

I have recently realized I have been enabling my dad since I was 12. When I was 9 my mom left us, and my dad got remarried when I was 10 only to be divorced when I was 12 because the new wife couldn’t stand his alcoholism, and so when he, my little sister and I had to move into an apartment and there were no other adults around, I started to take care of my dad and “clean up” both literally and figuratively after my dad.
It’s always held me back but when I was growing up I dare not tell him how angry it made me for fear he would tell me I was being disrespectful and spank me( like when I was little and would sneak candy and lie- he’s not physically abusive really) or worse- what he WOULD do any time I tried to bring it up about how it was affecting me- he’d guilt trip me. Any time I wouldn’t stick around to make sure he got up for work in the morning he would yell at me. Anytime I let slip he was drunk last night to somebody I was an ungrateful b****. I talked to my school counselor about it and begged her not to talk to him about it, and when one christmas the salvation army brought a bunch of food and toys to our house for christmas dad thought it was because I was telling the counselor he was a bad parent and yelled at me for days until he found out his employer and many others in town reported single parents to the salvation army so they could randomly suprise them around christmas with stuff to help out.
It sucks because when he’s not drunk my dad and I are super close. He taught me numerous musical instruments since I was five and we used to play together every night, he encouraged me at every turn and always seems fair when he is sober, and a fun and loveable guy.
Well now I am 21. I moved out the day I turned 18 because I couldn’t take it anymore. During the past three years my dad stopped doing everything except drinking and working(when he wakes himself up from a hang over and manages to get in). About 6 months ago he got kicked out of the house he was renting from my uncle because he trashed it and had hundreds of vodka bottles everywhere. Hoping to help him just quit I offered him a place to live at my house with me and my fiance. He was supposed to go to 2 AA meetings a week. He hasn’t been .
He has peed on my floor and won’t walk upstairs to use the bathroom, he goes in bottles in the house and hides them and i find them when I am cleaning. He spits mucous in his sleep and it lands everywhere, on my walls and floor and once even on my dog. He refuses to take up the bedroom right next to the bathroom I set up just for him and sleeps in his chair in my living room, and complains when we want to watcha movie late or use the oven to make a late supper(says it makes him all sweaty). He hardly does a thing around here, sometimes he’ll vaccuum his area but doesn;t wash his dishes, take out the trash(which is mostly his) or mow the lawn. He eats all our food during late night alcohol induced binges, which is even worse because he has severe diabetes, his legs are always swollen like tree trunks and oozing, He can’t put his own socks on so i have to do it for him, etc, the list just goes on and on.
Also he often says it’s too late for him and he hopes he dies soon.
I have told him everything in the book to try to let him know how important it is to me for him to get better, but nada. I am sure somewhere down there he loves me but he’s so wrapped up in his drinking and self loathing to remember that.
I really think I need to tell him to move out, because I have been enabling him and I am trying to get my own life in order, I have gone back to school full time and work part time and try to run a functional household, and of course this is very hard on my fiance too, who at first was supportive but now is just sick of my dad controlling me, which I understand. I wish I could help him but I don’t think I can.
How can I tell him to leave? I have read I am not supposed to be angry or yell, no pleading etc. I have tried the calm and honest way of telling him he’s screwing us over but he seems to ignore it. I just don’t know how I can do it. Please any advice, similar experiences or encouragement anyone can give me will be greatly appreciated. Don’t know how much longer i can keep up this charade.
He went to a rehab center for a month when I was 16 but within a month of him being out my sister and I found bottles again. He ain’t gonna go back. I have tried to explain the spiritual angle as when we were little he was a very religious man and always taught us about God and right and wrong. Are there any good verses I should read that might help me with this? Even if it is just for me, I would like to know. Thanks again.

How can I improve this poem please, your suggestions would be most welcome. ( a re-post)?

admin — Fri, 05 Nov 2010 23:04:09 +0000

Manorbier

Perched high above a peaceful beach,
with splendid views across the coast,
come visit Manorbier with me,
a castle haunted by old ghosts.
Baronial home of Norman style,
it’s stood the test against the gales.
A treasured gem in Pembrokeshire,
much loved by Gerald, son of Wales.

The masonry of limestone built,
crafted by twelfth century hands,
its turrets, towers, round and square
though aged and wind-worn, upright stand.
Tall, strong and crenelated walls
unspoiled by Medieval gloom,
no savage blows by evil foes
have turned this place to silent tomb.

A quiet solitude pervades,
it captures mood of years gone by.
The chapel and the gatehouse near
and inner ward has view of sky.
On cloudless days this spread of blue
can fall to greet a crystal sea
and from the heights your eyes can roam
to cast themselves on lush country.

The laid out borders edge the green,
bedecked in glorious summer bloom.
The colour lifts the whole display
and air is filled with sweet perfume.
I’ve stood and felt enchanted here,
looked back to times of toil and strife,
heard pluck of strings on soulful harp
and mused on being Baron’s wife.
The Genuine Article: You gave me 8 out of 10 for this when it was last posted: check your records!
Excuse me, that’s why I’ve re-posted it to get some help on improving it further

Do i get rid of her Read below?

admin — Fri, 05 Nov 2010 16:04:29 +0000

Ok here it is my Wife is a Drunk We got married last June. What I didn’t know is she was drinking a 5th of Vodka a day. She is a totally functional drunk. I followed her with her driving her car no mistakes she looked perfectly normal. But when she got to the house she couldn’t walk to the door. She has been hospitalized once already for alcohol poisening. Also she has been in two programs and failed both she just doesn’t want to quit. But sex with her is and always has been the best I’ve ever had in my whole life. I love being with her going to museums, garage sales, But she goes on binges and dissapears for a day at a time every other weekend. Comes home so drunk she doesn’t even recognize me or her sister. I finally moved her back into her Condo hoping it would shock her back to normal but she hasn’t stoped even a little. I have the papers with which to file for a annulment which a lawyer told me was what I should do. But I really do love her I just can’t live this way. So the Question I ask all of you is Do I file the papers or give her more chances She has a new program to go to but she was again drinking Thursday, Friday and again when I called her Today.
Tried all the things you say but in this state I can’t have her commited without her permission she can just walk out legally. If you take her keys to her car she can call the police and you are the bad guy. When she was hospitallized the moment she was feeling better she signed herself out of the hospital and went back to drinking. Other than having her arrested and put in jail I can’t legally intervene in her life. Three programs later she is still drinking when I told her either the alcohol or me she said the alcohol.

recommendations for books!(teens)?

admin — Fri, 05 Nov 2010 01:05:32 +0000

okay i want the best book you’ve ever read or more like here’s by list of books i want to read so far:
BOOK LIST

1. The Boy in the Striped Pajamas BY: John Boyne

2. A Child Called “It” BY: Dave Pelzer

3. The Color Purple BY: Alice Walker

4. The Earth, My Butt, and Other Big Round Things BY: Carolyn Mackler ☺

5. Elsewhere BY: Gabrielle Zevin ☺

6. Fast Food Nation BY: Eric Schlosser

7. For One More Day BY: Mitch Albom

8. The Geography of Girlhood BY: Kirsten Smith

9. The Girls BY: Lori Lansens

10. Hero BY: Perry Moore

11. If You Come Softly BY: Jacqueline Woodson

12. The Lovely Bones BY: Alice Sebold ☺

13. Lush BY: Natasha Friend

14. Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac BY: Gabrielle Zevin

15. Twenty Boy Summer BY: Sarah Ockler

16. A Walk to Remember BY: Nicholas Sparks

17. Nineteen Minutes BY: Jodi Picoult

18. Now You See Her BY: Jacqueline Mitchard ☺

19. Paper Towns BY: John Green

20. Perfect BY: Natasha Friend

21. Pride and Prejudice BY: Jane Austen ☺

22. Prom BY: Laurie Halse Anderson
23. The Rest of Her Life BY: Laura Moriarty

24. The Secret Between Us BY: Barbara Delinsky

25. Things I Want My Daughters to Know BY: Elizabeth Noble

26. Thirteen Reasons Why BY: Jay Asher

27. A Time For Dancing BY: Davida Wills Hurwin

28. The Time Traveler’s Wife BY: Audrey Niffenegger

29. We Need to Talk About Kevin BY: Lionel Shriver

30. Weetzie Bat BY: Francesca Lia Block

31. When Crickets Cry BY: Charles Martin ☺

32. Wintergirls BY: Laurie Halse Anderson ☺

33. You, Maybe BY: Rachael Vail

34. The Last Summer BY: Kathryn Williams

35. Secrets of Truth and Beauty BY: Megan Frazer

and ive read all the clique books almost all it girl books then im gonna start gossip girl so alll those books are off limits but please help!
thank you!

What should I do, how do I cope?

admin — Thu, 04 Nov 2010 19:03:55 +0000

I just found out that my boyfriend of almost two years has been cheating on me with an old lover from a few years ago. I found out by accident when his yahoo messenger popped up on our computer. I am baffled. I have done nothing but love this man and he is the love of my life. We have both been married before and technically he still is which is why we’re not (his ex of five years wont sign papers) We have a brand new baby boy together and I found out he was trying to hook up with her just days after he was born and while I was pregnant. There is no emotional connection between the two just a sexual one. To make matters worse she is 52! I am 29 and he is almost 28. Can you imagine how I feel?! I read all of their emails and the words just keep playing over and over in my head. I am afraid that it will never go away and how can I trust him not to do it again. He says that he’s been trying to tell me for a long time and nothing has happened in a few months which has been verified by email dates. He says he doesn’t know why he did it that I’ve done nothing wrong and I couldn’t have done anything differently. He was cheated on by his ex wife a couple of times and he is forever hurt by this. After they seperated he went on one of those wild binges with girls and then we met. We both have children from our previous marriages and he went from being a wild man to being settled down with three kids and one on the way. Quite a change but still no reason to cheat in my eyes. But, I love him soooo much. He makes me feel like Ive never been in love before him. I don’t know how I would survive happily without him. I would cry more than I do now thinking about him cheating. What should I do? How can I get on with it (its only been two days)? What guidelines should I set so he doesnt think he’s getting away with something? Please help me….I’m desperate and I can’t tell my family because I don’t want them to hate him.

please help me to find out mistakes in the writting?

admin — Thu, 04 Nov 2010 03:09:33 +0000

ignore the logic.
just help me to check it pelase,
thanks advance
after a thousand of persuading,his shareholders really granted him that charity
was imperative,so he contributed a handsome sum to the society,and it was a
stunning business in his thinking,he had a virtuous gril friend,so he felt
dreamlike sometimes,because it was not easy to have such a girl as a girl friend,he
cherished her so much,he wanted to choose a dreamlike venue to hold a
wedding,ceremony.
he found out the place.and hosted many people,he lavished so much money on the
wedding ceremony.it was on the tranquil island,after the reception,his wife and him
lied on the beach,the frothing waves were smashing against the seashore and
disappearing into the horizon.the lush trees were swaying languidly,he had a feat
of climbing trees when he was a young boy,they were in a tropical rainforest,the
swaying trees and the flying birds complemented each other.
it maybe was the exclusive landscape in the world.
he felt he were in the paradise,the hotel which catered a wedding banqueit for them
was a grand hotel,there was assorted living things in side.they help customers to
manage their wedding ceremonies,and make out the best ambience of wedding.
it was good for couples who wanted to have a luxurious bash at their wedding
ceremony the hotel was enough to accommodatefour thousands guests.
they hired all the rooms which in the top level.
they sat on the balcony,they could see the panoramic ocean from that angle.
they saw the rugged roads of the mountain,and the verdant groundtheir moods were
happy.it was a good hideaway for a busy person.
their hotel was buit with the medieval chinese style,and combined with some western
style.it looked like a palace,the aristoncratic ambience was permeating in the
air,the allure of the hotel was better,many royals liked to hold meettings in this
hotel,the attraction of this hotel is apparently,it was totally an edifice,the
spactacular waterfall and the whole edifice were inimitable
thanks advance:D

How can I get past this and just move on with my life, was I in the wrong?

admin — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 22:11:56 +0000

What should the new girl do? Accept or Deny the best relationship they ever had?

admin — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 01:06:06 +0000

A very nice meek depressed man left his not so nice wife after 15 years of marriage. He married her because he wanted to give her a better life because her “trailer white trash roots”. She lived with poor me syndrome, binges without health concerns, double-standards, no friends, no families, no hobbies who desperately became pregnant (without his knowledge) fear of being on her own. A child didn’t save their marriage. He feels guilty for leaving and promises her that no matter what she is member of the family, she is never pushed out in the cold. A year later he met a new woman, he hopes the new girl will accept his prior arrangement with the old girl still hangs around but in reality the new girl is not accepting. He has a hard times reversing his promises to his old girl because he feels sorry for her. He says the new girl is his love and priority but he feels bad pushing the old girl out.

What would you do if you were in my situation of a new girl? Help! I love him but…

Why did I get charged with domestic violence (Harassment)?

admin — Tue, 02 Nov 2010 14:13:46 +0000

Three weeks ago I was drinking at my in laws with my wife. Late in the night her and I had an argument that in truth was fueled by my drinking that night,but it got pretty heated and I wanted to leave. Her mother took my keys and wouldn’t let me leave which only made me more angry, I felt like I was gonna get in trouble if I stayed, and I wanted my keys to my truck but they wouldn’t allow it. I got really mad and was cursing and my wife’s little sister decides to call 911 and tell them to “Keep an eye out to make sure I didn’t leave”. Well they came and actually knocked on the door, where my mother in law granted them entry into the home, it was three officers which began seperating me from them, asking me/them questions. My in laws told them no one was harmed, nothing was broken in the house, that I was intoxicated and angry that I couldn’t vacate. Two of the officers stated “They didn’t know what to do.” and one of them was a county officer, he told the two city officers to take me in for Domestic Violence Harassment. No one pressed charges or anything, I have court 4-20-10. What happened, what should I do?
BTW: When the police arrived I was in bed asleep, had been for some 30 minutes, they woke me and had me get dressed.
Also my wife is going to court with me to defend me that I didn’t harm any one/thing. I already have apologized-to the entire family. I did that after my release from jail (12 hours). That was a must.

What can I use on my lawn? Help please. I have Tex Turf 10 Grass.?

admin — Tue, 02 Nov 2010 07:05:54 +0000

My family and I moved into a house in March. The grass was beautiful and we were told it was called Texas Turf 10. It;s a very thick, lush lawn that needs to be cut short and looks like turf. I know from reading the small amount of information online that it doesn’t need a lot of water at all. But over the summer, my lawn has been overrun by weeds and is very light in areas. I know it’s that time of the season that lawns begin to turn yellow (I live in West Texas) but I was told that the lawn stays green throughout the year and when we were looking at the house before buying in February, it was green. I’ve found a lot of the weed killer, fertilizer, etc on the market doesn’t work on this grass and I found that it actually made it worst. Does anyone have any suggestions? My wife has spoke to some green houses and they’ve gave some suggestions, but I wanted to come on here and see if anyone has this type of grass and what they use on it. Thanks in advance!

Can I sign into someones myspace?

admin — Tue, 02 Nov 2010 04:06:38 +0000

I signed into someones myspace and looked into their emails, discovering that they have been giving drugs and alcohol to teens 14 to 17 years old. They have been giving these kids hydrocoedine, and Adderalls, going on what they call binges. I and my husband felt desperate because the person giving these kids drugs is his ex wife and his daughter lives with her. We discovered that she has been smoking pot and popping pills with his 14 year old daughter. His ex is 34 years old.My husband and I had a feeling this was going on but couldnt proove it, until we got her his ex wifes myspace account and read those emails. I am curious if my husband and I can get into trouble for signing into the account, we made copies of the profiles and emails that verify the drug usage going on in his ex wifes house. I am not out to get the ex, only to try and protect these kids that she could end up killing, by overdosing and giving them a heart attack.

Anybody missing these two dead illegal alien thieves about now?

admin — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 19:14:10 +0000

If so, my condolences for your misplaced emotion.
Vigilante or just vigilant, Pasadena resident Joe Horn blasted himself into a world of controversy Nov. 14 when he fatally shot two men he said were breaking into the house of his next-door neighbor.
Despite repeated admonitions of a 911 dispatcher not to confront the pair, the 61-year-old computer consultant stepped onto his front porch, spotted the men in his front yard and shot them in the back. Killed in the midday incident were Hernando Riascos Torres, 38, and Diego Ortiz, 30, both black Colombian nationals later determined to have been in the United States illegally.

In a taped conversation with the dispatcher, a clearly agitated Horn expressed concern that the men would escape with a bag of stolen property.

Horn, in a written statement released through his lawyer, Tom Lambright, later lamented the shootings, conceding they would “weigh heavily on me for the rest of my life.”

While Horn’s actions may have been protected under law — his lawyer says he fired in self-defense — the shootings ignited a contentious debate on gun rights, racism and immigration.Still simmering among some was the memory of an August crash in which three people, one of them a 2-year-old boy, died.

Police said the driver of a second vehicle, illegal immigrant Juan Felix Salinas, was intoxicated. He had been arrested earlier in the year for “violently shaking his wife,” authorities said. He avoided being detected by immigration authorities, however, by signing a “non-arrest” bond, which some victim advocates have called a loophole for illegal immigrants.

http://kathmanduk2.wordpress.com/2007/12/30/pasadena-shootings-created-shock-waves/

…poems for my girlfriend Mikaela…how do you like these..are they simple enough for you?

admin — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 09:03:54 +0000

Sipping lemonade, yellow like the sun, yet
Why must He steal away all of my Glory?
Kissing upon every glade and flowing river
Might by these I pass, by these I write my story
The fish cease to swim, lilies cease to grow
He enlightens all but mine soul and heart
Despair, hate for all living things, sinking low
Mirror images, two of one, yet one apart
My heart cannot hope to set like this
Into a horizon of happiness, give life to thee
Never to feel the prosperous man’s bliss
Nor bring joy to a feminine sea, nor be
My failure is forever inscribed upon the strife
I can only hope to run away from the light
To take this blade, plunge within, take my life
My blood turning red rivers of the night
I do, said I, I do, said she, death, my wife!

My hands are cupped like woven fruit baskets
Collecting fruit raining from above shades of color
Rain bowed reflections hatched by a timid Sun
Playing peek-a-boo with the verdant valleys gem
My tongue rakes through the leaves of droplets
They taste like a lake I dreamed of while sleeping
You were high, chirping, in an evergreen tree
Little brown birds cried for your attention
You fed them, bathed them, you comforted them
As you once did for me, in yet, my only love
Another, nestled at this warming nest so soft
Your feathers ruffled a nod towards the parting sea
My heart sank like a ship; I knew this tree was his

My heart found peace where sunlight never left
Rolling brown hills appeared greening lush
Graying clouds felt my pain and solemnly wept
Then an angel robed in white sparked a blush
She sang melodies dark upon the hills white
As the wind picked an azalea gleaming stark blue
My soul faded away into the depth of night
This love felt familiar, I knew it had to be you
Tears like misty dew fell upon an eyelash lawn
Hand trembling under the weight of the past
The angel embraced the reddening dawn
Our spirits emerged, now we are free, at last

Which one do you like best? These are dedicated to my girlfriend Mikaela. each tell of a story. Can you decipher what they are about?

Thanks for all critiques!

How am I to tell my little brother what his parents have done?

admin — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 07:05:24 +0000

My situation is extraordinary: My dad, a very good and decent man, was led horribly astray when he was only ten. A pair of teenagers heckled him into having sex with, I am very much ashamed to report, a much older and drunk woman, of course, my mother. She was estranged from her husband at the time and had gone on several drinking binges, he was in town visiting friends. The life that I had with my mother and her husband was less than pleasant and I found myself being taken away by the state when I was 13 for reason of abuse and neglect. I was, however, able to find my dad when I was 16, I couldn’t believe how much he looks like me. It was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. We built up a good relationship and had proceeded to engage in my adoption (paternity tests and so forth). Since the net back then was still somewhat out of reach, we kept in touch with letters. One day, my letters started coming back return to sender and the delivery company I had been using informed me that there was a young woman at the door denying receival of the letters. I was ruined for the experience. For the better part of ten years I was in something of a fog, I thought that he just didn’t want me anymore and that he had told his girlfriend to not accept anymore mailings of mine. I am now in my twenties and after having finally started to come out of that am in college. Recently, my dad was able to make contact with me. We met at a park and he asked me as to why I had changed my opinion of him. This was strange as even though I thought he had left me, I still loved him. He then went on to tell me that he had received 5 or 6 letters from me saying that I thought him to be perverse, for having me so young. That I didn’t want anything more to do with him and that he was to leave me alone. I never sent anything like that. I found out through the deliverer that there were some letters sent to him using my name and address, from the town where he was living at the time. Over a thousand miles away. His then girlfriend now his wife confessed. She basically said that I was a little bastard and that she wanted nothing to do with me and that she did that to keep me out of ‘their’ way. The supposed news of my hating him back then put him into a depression so that when he had fallen thanks to it, she had the opportunity to pick up the pieces. And now she is his wife, for now. Thanks to the revelation of what she did, he can no longer trust her and is seeking an annulment. The problem that complicates this all the more is that I have a beautiful little brother by this woman, he just coming upon 5 y/o. I realize that this is about as complicated as it gets, but, I really could use some input here. I feel guilty as hell for the fact that he now has to grow up in what woul’ve been an otherwise happy home with both parents. After the childhood that I had I just can’t help, but, want the best for him now and I am so much in need of advice as to how to tend to this with him. Anyone?
My dad is now proceeding with my adult adoption.

deductible question car insurance and home insurance?

admin — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 00:21:13 +0000

So my wife was at a red light and got rearended by someone going 40 mph, and they were intoxicated. I Live in NJ where laws are messed up. We are responsible for the deductible plus 20% of all medical expenses for the first $5,000. My wife did nothing, and she is out of work all messed up and we are getting screwed. Then last week my washer leaked on my neighbor and caused damage and I have to pay that deductible. WTF I understand something that is my fault like the washer but what about the car? Yes I have homeowners and car ins.

What would you choose for your child?

admin — Sun, 31 Oct 2010 11:04:31 +0000

Which one would you choose for your child? Any amendments – i.e. place X but in the coiuntryside, or place X if had XYZ?

If you were me, and you had a husband and a 2 year old, which would you choose:

Place A
Sunny and bright
Live next to beautiful beaches
There are lots of things to do
There are lots of children’s activities
Schools are good
Healthcare is good but expensive
Uncharacteristic place to live, urban sprall
Highly dependant on having a car
Neputistic – very hard to get a job unless you know “someone”
Very hard for me to get a job, easpecially part-time
On the other side of the world to all your family and friends
Culture different from own
Better paid job but no work for wife who studied for 5 years at uni and 5 years professionally
Here cannot afford to buy a house (which I need as love decorating) unless we live somewhere very isolated and husband has 1-1.5 hr travel to work and may be isolated
Childcare is very poor
Having to live in a rental in one of worst areas of a good suburb, which means that it is quite small and dark and there is distrubance from.. drunk people, parties outside someimes and some drug related crime, etc
The world’s most dangerous creatures liver here!
Very high cost of living and finding it hard to save enough to fly to see family

Place B
Historic country
Lots of lush green areas
Nearer to family and friends
Mild climate but rains a lot
Much easier to get a job part-time and continue wife’s career
Childcare is usually a great standard
Possibilty of living and working in a town that is mainly travelled by bicycles and public transport which is prefered by us as environmentalists and healthy!
Food is much more affordable, and easier to eat healthy and have own allotment
Here we could probably buy our own house in a good area
Highly muticultural population means you get to meet lots of interesting people
Shopping is great – clothes etc
Too many immigrants means that country is full to bursting and the welfare system is much abused so that people who do work are supporting a whole plethora of people who don’t
It’s colder and there aren’t as many nice beaches – if any
It may be very difficult for us to get jobs due to the recession
Place B has 4 seasons, very sunny in Summer, Autumn beings fall, Winter ofetn means sharp frosty mornings but still sunny soedays but FREEZING! And sometimes snow
Spring is sharp again but snowbless and dafodils come up everywhere and the leaves start to change colour.

Depressed Father In A Terrible Situation Needs Advice?

admin — Sun, 31 Oct 2010 10:07:35 +0000

Ok, I’m in a tight spot and I need to get some thing off my chest. Any input is greatly appreciated. Well here it goes. I am 31 years old. My wife is 45 years old. She has a history of substance abuse. She used to shoot heroin and smoke cannibals on the streets 24/7 when she was my age.

To make a long story short, I took her from a small city and moved her up to my home town. She still continued to use drugs, but not as much. She has ran up all my credit cards without my consent to get money for drugs. She goes on binges, then stops for 10 months or so, before repeating.

We have a 7 year old son. He is autistic, but doing very well in school. The problem is my wife is very verbally abusive to him and me all the time. She has to be in control all the time. She can be sweet when everything is going her way, but when it is not, or I stand up to her, she goes ballistic. This includes physically attacking me, scratching me, throwing things at me, and punching me when I’m not looking.

Yet she is the one that always claims she is the victim. I have been with her for 10 years and I’m at my wits end, but she is a VERY vindictive, ruthless woman, and I am afraid to leave her. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I am literally afraid of her.

I have to hide in my room and do everything in secret. She can talk to whom ever she wants, but I can’t have any friends without her going into a jealous rage, and even threatening any friends I have had over the years.

My concern of leaving is my son. I do not know what will happen to him if I leave. I have to type really quiet or she’ll kick in my door to see who I am typing too. That’s how controlling she is. I feel like a prisoner.

There is a lot more but I am going to end this post now. I’m at a loss of what to do. I feel like my life is slipping past me and I am stuck in a miserable situation with no way out that wont hurt everyone drastically.

I’m literally considering waking my son up one night in the coming week and flying out to relatives in California just to get some down-time. As much as I’m depressed with it all, I really don’t want to get the police involved but there is a gun in the house.

In the past I shot rifles on a Thursday afternoon as a hobby with two friends. I have a license and all but I don’t know where it is. About three months ago I came home and the inventory room where I’ve kept it for several years was moved around. The rifle is gone and whether it’s in the house or not at this stage, I’m unsure but I haven’t mentioned it to her.

I better end this now. Any advice is much appreciated, thank you in advance for the replies. I’m sorry if this is not the right section.

Desperate Dan.