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I have small areas of rust showing up on both. The Iron gate is coated but in tiny areas of the weld there are spots of rust. The furniture is coated white and the rust appears minute areas. How do I maintain?
We are trying to decorate our great home like a hunting/ski lodge. We have a moose head on our fireplace and are now looking for wall art/prints of moose, elk, etc. I have found some web sites; but boy are they expensive!!! Also in need of a good ski/vintage/accessories web site as well.
Please don’t take offense to this joke, it has no malicious intent!!
Blokes been drinking at a bar for hours, the barman turns to him and says that he has had too much and should go home.
The bloke creates a big fuss and gets one more drink.
After the last drink he attempts to get off the bar stool, and falls to the floor…… he hauls him self up and moves forward about a meter and falls to the floor again!!!
Luckly the bloke only lives 200m from the pub, however hard the bloke tries ever meter he falls to the ground… hauls himself up…. falls down….
Next morning the blokes wife brings him a cup of tea in bed and exclaims "you cirtainly had a few last night!!"
The bloke protests "No No, I only had a couple"
"Rubish!" Says the wife, "I know you had far to much last night because Larry the barman called…. says you’ve left your wheel-chair in the bar!!!"
the person is really good at coming up with ideas on how to better things. example… a bar is called the cabana (which we all know as beach theme) but its not decorated in any way related to anything, just a bunch of tables and chairs and some bar stools, so the person says… hey we need to get some fake palm trees and surf boards and other beach items in here! I know it has to do with marketing, but what part? im in marketing now, but its just mainly making posters and flyers, and i want to switch it up, but i dont even know what to call that .
well, i just want a job with better pay. There are hardly any jobs that want print graphics done, everything is done on the web.
Im just really good at coming up with ideas on how to change things to make them better, and figuring out why the places that i work with, arent making the money that they should.
Hi, so I have writers block on my novel and can’t seem to get passed it but I still want to write so I thought writing a fan fic would be relaxing - I was right, lol - anyway the past that has *** beside it should be in italic font. So, what do you think?
“Jacob called again,” mom shouted from the kitchen. I do not know why she was in there they never used it except when granddad came over and she was trying to look ‘human’.
“I’ll call him later, mom.” I replied with no intention of doing it. Why did he have to tell me about them? Pulling out the music sheet dad forced me to play every night from my school backpack I relocated from the living room window to the stool by the grand piano. I don’t even know why I was bothering to try. I never inherited my ‘musical talents’ from my father’s side of the family but it made him happy to see me play and that’s all that mattered. Propping the wrinkled sheet against the gold music stand my fingers ran over the ivory keys. I looked around to make sure no one was present and I gently tapped the first key.
“Oh god, my ears.” Uncle Emmett was beside me in two seconds flat, his hands above his head pleading with the skies. “Make her stop.”
“Funny,” I said but I knew he was right there was no way I was ever going to learn this. I pulled the sheet down and walked past him with my head dipping.
“Oh, come on Nessie, I was fooling around,” he begged, “Come back you’ve only begun.”
“Go annoy, Jasper,” I shouted back in return.
When I entered the kitchen, Mom was cooking her signature dish of Chicken Enchiladas and I knew Granddad Charlie must be due soon.
“I didn’t know Granddad was coming?” I said, opening the white cupboard doors and pulling out two plates.
“Aunt Alice is away to pick him up just now,” Mom replied. “I think he has some news for us.” She hurried from the sink to the stove as she hummed away merrily. I knew she loved feeling human again whenever she got the chance and any other day I would love to sit at the kitchen table and watch her, but not today. No, not after what Jacob had told me.
“Mom, can I pass on dinner?” I asked hoping she would turn around and I could melt her with the same look I used on dad with the help of my chocolate brown eyes.
“Darling,” she began still rushing about the large kitchen, “You haven’t seen Granddad for a while now. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said looking down at the marble tiles, “I have a test at school I have to study for.”
How could I tell her the truth? How was I supposed to tell her that the man I loved just broke my heart by telling me, he once loved my mom? Stupid Jacob Black. I hated him for what he just told me. However, I couldn’t just switch my feelings off; I loved him also. A tear ran down my face as mom came and sat her cold white hand upon my shoulder.
“It’s okay to be excused tonight, sweetheart. You go study for that test.” She kissed my head and a chill ran through my body. My mother never asked me much about my problems; she knew how it felt to be asked repeatedly about something and never wanting to open up. She always knew how to make my problems better without having to dig around to find out what was wrong. However, she wouldn’t be able to solve this one. Not this time.
Back in the familiar surroundings of the cottage, I made my way into my tiny bedroom. The walls in here reflected my mood they were dark purple and the swirls on them looked like the constant dark clouds that hovered over Forks. I fell onto my bed, switched on my music player, and placed the buds into my ears and turned the volume up full blast, hoping the noise would distract my brain from recalling the moment Jacob told me.
Italic font*** It was sunny outside and I had to screen my eyes with my hand so I could see him coming towards me. My heart fluttered as he came closer and closer. Abby – my best friend – was complaining about how lucky I was to be dating someone so gorgeous. I ignored her and concentrated on Jacob. The way he walked, talked, and smiled always sent my heart into overdrive. He had been around me for as long as I could remember and it just felt right to be near him.
I lifted my hand to wave at him only stopping when I realised he wasn’t making his way towards me. I watched in horror as he simply strolled past without noticing me, and into very young looking arms, of my mother.
“Bella,” he said, picking her up and twirling her.
“Jake,” she cried. “I’ve missed you so much.”
He placed her down on the sidewalk and gently took her hands, “It’s always been you. You’re the one I’m meant to be with. Does your offer still stand to run away?”
“Jacob, I can’t just leave my daughter or my family but I will find a way to be with you.”
The space between them closed in as Jacob bent down and kissed her lips, transformed, and ran away. I called after him but it was no use, I was invisible, to him at least. My mother walked ove
. My mother walked over to me and took my hand.
“Don’t worry Nessie,” she said. “It was always supposed to be this way.”*** Italic font end!
I woke up with tears running down my face and soaking my pillow. The music, I had fallen asleep to, was skipping on a track. I pulled the buds out my ears and threw them on the floor. I heard low mumbling coming from the living room area and realised it must be late if dad and mom were back; dad was hunting today and said he wouldn’t be back until nightfall. Not wanting to cause a scene – dad already had a dislike for Jacob, this would just make it worse- I fell back onto my single wooden bed and traced the engraving on the headboard, ‘look after my heart, I’ve left it with you.’
Yes, I have 2 chapters…so far!
You can read them @ www.bitten.proforums.org its a twilight fansite and Im going to add it there x
We recently bought a house and since then, my mother-in-law has constantly been trying to decorate it. Her style is NOT my ideal. We recently had an argument over whether there should be bar stools at the island in the kitchen (she said yes, I said no). She thinks we need a bigger table (a glass top, even though we have 2 boys under 4) and she doesn’t like our curtains (which I made and my husband and I love). She’s always buying things she thinks we need for the house (sometimes expecting us to pay her back, even though we never told her to buy them and really didn’t want them). She’s bought god-awful drapes, that are just sitting in our closet because I think they’re hideous (and I’ve told her so). The most recent is that she has bought a set of bar stools for our kitchen (which I didn’t want, and she knows that) for a birthday present for my husband. Oh yes, it’s a birthday present, so she knows I won’t say anything against it. How can I get her to butt out without hurting her?
I have a conversational patio set my mother in law gave us as a present when we bought our new house… And my dog chew on both chairs!!!
Please don’t take offense to this joke, it has no malicious intent!!
Blokes been drinking at a bar for hours, the barman turns to him and says that he has had too much and should go home.
The bloke creates a big fuss and gets one more drink.
After the last drink he attempts to get off the bar stool, and falls to the floor…… he hauls him self up and moves forward about a meter and falls to the floor again!!!
Luckly the bloke only lives 200m from the pub, however hard the bloke tries ever meter he falls to the ground… hauls himself up…. falls down….
Next morning the blokes wife brings him a cup of tea in bed and exclaims "you cirtainly had a few last night!!"
The bloke protests "No No, I only had a couple"
"Rubish!" Says the wife, "I know you had far to much last night because Larry the barman called…. says you’ve left your wheel-chair in the bar!!!"
a problem came with peoples health ,concerning the chairs were people sat was showing signs of fecal mater stains from poor wiping in the bath room and sweating on the same seats and body hair loss was spotted and the people started to were clothes to have something between them and the chairs.and it shows this is a problem every were there is nude people.bars ,beaches,to.
we ask young ladys at the time of there menastating to cover there bottoms please.
Hi, so I’m bored and wanted to write something. So here it is. What do you think? It is in Renesmee point of view.
Thanks x
“Jacob called again,” mom shouted from the kitchen. I do not know why she was in there they never used it except when granddad came over and she was trying to look ‘human’.
“I’ll call him later, mom.” I replied with no intention of doing it. Why did he have to tell me about them? Pulling out the music sheet dad forced me to play every night from my school backpack I relocated from the living room window to the stool by the grand piano. I don’t even know why I was bothering to try. I never inherited my ‘musical talents’ from my father’s side of the family but it made him happy to see me play and that’s all that mattered. Propping the wrinkled sheet against the gold music stand my fingers ran over the ivory keys. I looked around to make sure no one was around and then I gently tapped the first key.
“Oh god, my ears.” Uncle Emmet was beside me in two seconds flat, his hands above his head pleading with the skies. “Make her stop.”
“Funny,” I said, but I knew he was right there was no way I was ever going to learn this. I pulled the sheet down and walked past him with my head dipping.
“Oh, come on Nessie, I was fooling around,” he begged, “Come back you’ve only begun.”
“Go annoy, Jasper,” I shouted back in return.
When I entered the kitchen, Mom was cooking her signature dish of Chicken Enchiladas and I knew Granddad Charlie must be due soon.
“I didn’t know Granddad was coming?” I said, opening the white cupboard doors and pulling out two plates.
“Aunt Alice is away to pick him up just now,” Mom replied. “I think he has some news for us.” She hurried from the sink to the stove as she hummed away merrily. I knew she loved feeling human again whenever she got the chance and any other day I would love to sit at the kitchen table and watch her, but not today. No, not after what Jacob had told me.
“Mom, can I pass on dinner?” I asked hoping she would turn around and I could melt her with the same look I used on dad with the help of my chocolate brown eyes.
“Darling,” she began still rushing about the large kitchen, “You haven’t seen Granddad for a while now. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said looking down at the marble tiles, “I have a test at school I have to study for.”
How could I tell her the truth? How was I supposed to tell her that the man I loved just broke my heart by telling me, he once loved my mom? Stupid Jacob Black. I hated him for what he just told me. However, I couldn’t just switch my feelings off; I loved him also. A tear ran down my face as mom came and sat her cold white hand upon my shoulder.
“It’s okay to be excused tonight, sweetheart. You go study for that test.” She kissed my head and a chill ran through my body. My mother never asked me much about my problems; she knew how it felt to be asked repeatedly about something and never wanting to open up. She always knew how to make my problems better without having to dig around to find out what was wrong. But, she wouldn’t be able to solve this one. Not this time.
oops I din’t even notice that lol x
I do write my own but I have writers block at the moment and just can’t seem to get passed it x
I have looked everywhere on the net and cant find what Im lookig for, I want a retangler type table , plastic material. I went to wal-mart and all they have is a smaller round table, I am lookig for the more sturdy plactic patio set. Can anyone help me please??
I do Sullivan Ridge, Sullivan Canyon, Backbone, etc. but have never been on Rustic.
The City Sleeps
Is it only dawn
When the city does sleep?
A soul in a window,
And her face just weeps.
Shadowed youth in neon light
From the bar downstairs
Where chairs upon tables,
It has long since closed.
Silent ghosts of laughter,
And the waiters gone home.
To wives and love and sleep,
The warmth they know
To warmth left unfelt,
By those below.
In subways and sewers
Where life’s like a blow,
Into his broken ribs
Broken for the show
Of another lost boy.
Another gang, another ghetto.
Stopped going to school,
He saw something better:
A chance to belong,
And to more than just religion
Which is all that she’s got.
The little girl tells a preacher
‘Mamma’s crying never stops’
and she told her teacher:
That all that’s left is God;
but she doesn’t believe that either
Nor he atop a building.
Turning back: another failure.
Life goes on, doesn’t want it.
Just to fly away from everything.
The world he didn’t fit into,
Past a million different windows
Where a million different faces-
forever will glow,
Through windows and doors,
Neon lights and streetlight yellow.
Where children weep.
Where doors are closed.
And eyes are open.
And the city sleeps.
thanky!
I just want you to know, I did not write the song. I just want opinions.
I was walking down the street
to my Escalade,
When I saw a little kid
Selling lemonade.
I asked him for two glasses
But he gave me three,
I asked him why was that
He answered: "When you buy 2, you get 1 for free.
So I kept on walking, to my car
When I stopped in my way, I saw a bar,
I entered with confidence, and guess who was there,
It was Homer Simpson, slouching on a chair.
I thought I was dreaming, but I soon found out
It was just a costume, without a doubt.
A little freaked out, I stepped outside,
And I saw my Escalade, it was all fried.
Blown to bits, that’s how it was
And that’s why I’m asking you, Santa Claus,
To give me a new car, I was nice all year
And while you’re at it, could you fetch me a beer?
You go ask Santa for a beer because the guy rapping said that he was nice all year, and now he wants Santa to get him a beer, which isn’t always the nicest…
