We have a small budget for our wedding. If I can’t find a place in or around Orlando Fl that will rent out their room (including chairs & tables) that will d it for a few hundred dollars I won’t be able to have a reception. It will need to fit 40 people & allow me to bring my own cake & cheese/veggie trays. And room for dancing. Nothing fancy & it doesn’t need to include linens or a bar. Thank you!!

It’s a very short "postcard" story for a creative writing class. We were supposed to write on a historical event or person. I chose a pretty famous serial killer (we had to write two, my other on is on the Nazi’s) which I hope people can identify by reading this! I liked my first story better, so I’d really like some opinions on this as I’m not too fond of it. Thanks!

__Beef Jerky, Anyone?___

My stomach soured the first time I saw him. He always brought a smell in with him that was hard to place. The only thing I could compare it to was the odour I had had to endure during my grandfather’s funeral. He always sat by himself in the darkest corner, which was nearly pitch black in that dreary old bar, and his eyes would follow everyone who walked in. He eyed them with the sick look that a butcher would as the cows rolled in: which would make the juiciest steak, or the softest leather? On one rare night, he ordered a drink – water with lemon, I recall – and as I passed it to him, his eyes lingered on my hand. I remember him wetting his lips, a gesture that sent a sickening shiver up my spine, and I crunched my hand into a tight fist in response. I had met some sick people in my profession – being the only waitress at a dead end bar didn’t offer up too many gentlemen – but I had never felt such an intense fear towards anyone. A few days later, he ordered another drink – water with lime, perhaps to give himself a change – and as I dropped it quickly on his table, I noticed an abnormal pendant around his neck. It was strung on with what looked like thick leather, and it resembled something that made my skin crawl: a pair of lips. His eyes caught mine staring and in one abrupt motion, he pulled his jacket protectively over his chest and rushed out the door. I never saw him again but his face continued to haunt the corner of that room night after night.

Months later, he was on the front page of the local paper: convicted of murder, among other things, and housing a revolting collection of his “specialty” furniture. I had to choke back the bile that rose in my throat as I remembered those lips that lay kissing his chest.
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Hi, I have a quick question:

I came home today to find that my 8 week old puppies had torn up a matchbox. (from a hotel) I do not know if they’ve ingested any matches, but some are broken. As they are wooden, this concerns me. However, I’ve heard that specifically "kitchen matches" are toxic… Are all matches?
If you’ve experienced this dilemma before, or can offer any advice, please do.

Thank you for your time.

PS: Just FYI, they have been acting normally, no signs of pain, vomiting, drooling, etc. One has a loose stool, which has been the case all day.

Yesterday at sundown about 5 or 6pm I was sitting in a bar that had recently renovated and it was my first time there with the new interior. They have mirrors all around the side and back and I was facing the front of the bar where the sun was really bright through all the small slated horizontal blinds that were halfway open and the sun was coming through them. I had been inside for about 10 minutes and order some food and drank a half a beer after 3 beers earlier. The light started getting very bright as the sun continued to go down. (Florida)

I started feeling really weird and wanted to turn away from the light but the mirrors on the side and back gave me no escape from this intense light. I tried to get up from my chair, made it about three steps and collapsed on the ground and from what I was told had a mini seizure. Afer about 5 seconds I woke up to my friend shaking me saying wake up and I was fine. Moments later after I drank a glass of water I puked really hard, but still felt OK.

Previous to this all happening I walked about 5 miles in the sun with no shirt on. I am 34 years old and in good health with no real known medical problems. This is the 1st time this has ever happened to me and I am hoping someone here can explain if this was a photosensitivity seizure or what could have caused this. I have no health insurance (no I am not on welfare) so I am hoping to get a little internet advice on this matter.

Thanks

I ask this because I have a unique experience. I am a man who *chose* to be heterosexual. Based on my experiences, and the experiences of others I know, I can definitely assert that homosexuality and heterosexuality are indeed choices we make.

See, my wife and I are both members of an ex-gay group; that’s how we met, in fact. I can’t tell you what a blessing from the Lord it is to have this woman in my life. I can only imagine what my life would have turned out to be had I not chosen to embrace my God-mandated heterosexuality.

I was always a man you would never have looked at and imagined to be anything but straight. During my teen years, however, Satan sent every temptation he could to try and ensnare me in the gay lifestyle. First, there was that sofa my mother bought; she had chosen a respectable rust coloured overstuffed one, but what was mistakenly delivered was one in rich corinthian leather. Almost immediately then the furniture store went out of business, so we were stuck with the sofa. The rich, musky smell of that leather put all sorts of polluted thoughts into my young mind.

It was about the same time that those Brawny Paper Towel commercials of the 80s started. With his "butch" clone look, I innocently thought Mr. Brawny all man, and emulated him. Frankie Goes To Hollywood was also riding high then, and all of this meant that I was on a one-way road to hell town! I was battling in my very soul, and I felt weak. It was 1984, I was a young man filled with hormones, and there was nothing on television but the lousy election coverage. I was fighting temptation to go to a gay bar and have my fill of lust. I tried to pray, and I asked God for a sign. Well, Satan must have intercepted my prayer, because, turning on the TV to try to find a Christian program, the screen instantly flashed on to Clara Peller, that little old lady from the Wendy’s commercials, saying "Where’s the beef?" I gave in to sin and went to the gay bar.

There followed years of immorality where I did terrible things, like wear a plaid kilt and leather vest, watch "Solid Gold" to get a glimpse of Andy Gibb’s hairy chest, and record old Match Game reruns featuring Charles Nelson Riley. That last one is a shame that will haunt me my entire life. Things got so low for me that I even got a nipple piercing. I still have the piercing, but today I only wear a crucifix in it.

I thank Jesus, though, for delivering me from all of that. I met Becky at the ex-gay meeting, and we determined to embrace our heterosexuality. My marriage to Becky is the most important thing in my life, and I am really saddened to see the march of same-sex marriage threaten the sanctity of it. My marriage is a precious gift from God, and I knew it from the moment I saw Becky at the meeting, all the way through to the next morning, when we wed.

Is it always easy? No, but Becky and I are vigilant. We have taken steps to heterosexualize our home. For instance, I am no longer allowed to wear Brut cologne, because of its slogan, "the smell of a man." Becky helps me to keep a watch over things that might cause me to fall; for instance, she got our ex-gay group to intervene and talk me out of going in for that prostate exam that the doctor had scheduled for me. I can’t thank her enough for looking out for me. Becky, too, has to always be on the alert for anything that might lead her astray. She has taken to wearing makeup, except for lavender eyeshadow, of course, and she is no longer allowed to go to the Home Depot, wear birkenstocks, or eat sushi. Mammograms are out of the question for her, unless performed by a male doctor. We both made the decision to ban tofu from our home.

Our support group is excellent, and it provides the majority of our social life. Becky and the ladies get together to praise God and comb each other’s hair, and I get together with the men from the group, and we play tackle football. Once a month, Becky and I follow the Lord’s will, and I go into her bedroom so the two of us can make heterosexual love. Our faith in God gets us through this, plus the doctor’s prescription for Compazine really helps. Right now, Becky is pregnant with our little bundle of joy, and I know our home will be happy and complete when this child is born. I can’t imagine a child growing up in a more perfect home.

So there you have it. My wife and I have both chosen to be heterosexual, so it stands to reason that homosexuality is likewise a choice. Why do people insist on saying that it isn’t a choice, however? Do personal experiences count for nothing?

I thank Jesus every day for the happiness of the normal life that I now know.

We have a small budget for our wedding. If I can’t find a place in or around Orlando Fl that will rent out their room (including chairs & tables) that will d it for a few hundred dollars I won’t be able to have a reception. It will need to fit 40 people & allow me to bring my own cake & cheese/veggie trays. And room for dancing. Nothing fancy & it doesn’t need to include linens or a bar. Thank you!!

So i had this chair for 3 years it is pretty good one, i just thew it out and didn’t bother to check the bottom to find the name of the chair,

So i got this one picture, anyone know where i can find this same chair

http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f288/Erik419/TommyBoy002.jpg

it has metal bars holding it up and it is very comfy

I’m thirteen. I’d like critisim if needed and tips or comments.
P.S
I MAAADEEE THISSS UP ON THE SPOT.

The evening sun shown through the open windows, on a boring evening.
I sat on an open stool waiting for the timer to buzz. I’d been at work for
five hours today. Only three customers arrived to order donuts and coffee’s.
And when I asked Dan – the manager, who was also the cook – if I could
leave because buisness wasn’t working out so well, he refused because he
thought more customers where bound to arrive as the day -slowly- moved on.
That thought was incorrect. I brought it up every hour, saying- no begging to
leave. That didn’t happen…

After five minutes dragged on, I sat and listened to the clock ticking.
"Hey, Rachel!" Dan called, from the kitchen. A smiled appeared across my face.
"What is it?" I called back.
"You can leave…" He grumbled, "Early."
This was, difenetly, different. He has never done this before.
Not for the past three years since I’ve worked here.
I immedeatly grabbed my backpack, and text books
rushing out the front door. "Thanks, Dan!"

I heard him mumble something, but ignored it.
I slung my back pack over my shoulder and unlocked
the lock on my bike. I hopped on it immediatly
and peddled up the hill.
It was difficult, the hill was steep.

I hadn’t noticed the sun was setting
rapidly. I peddaled as quickly as I could,
racing home.
My house was just thirty minutes away,
but I was an athlete, I could handle myself.

Five minutes later, and I was drenched with
sweat. I suddenly remembered I had a water
bottle in my backpack,
that I put into earlier this morning before school.

It was warm, but it was water.
I sipped some of it, saving the rest for later, if needed.

The ride home was dreadfull, my legs stung.
The night arrived more quickly than so.
I had to cross a busy street, but it was around
dinner time so people must’ve been eating dinner.

I got off my bike and looked both ways, empty street.
No cars. I walked, keeping my eyes ahead of myself.
I was well known for tripping a lot.

At the corner of my eye, I saw a blinding light getting closer
and closer.
It was to late to turn my head to see, but I directly -oh so clearly-
saw the drivers face.. The light suddenly went off – like a flashlight -
and everything appeared black.

I drifted to a deep, deep sleep.
I was jumping in a meadow full with violets,
roses and tulips. I bent down to smell one.

OKAY, YES, I KNOW WEIRD. BUT IT WAS MADE ON THE SPOT.
some things are weird, and some i need to add more
i WAS GOING QUICKLY.

anything? so far my only idea is pine-scented candles or something… lol

Well just thought I’d see what people say. I went out to some bars and clubs one night with two friends, well mostly for this one friend. She is 29 and I’m 21. So anyway we went out and I was designated driver. Before we went I had kind of been coming on to her, i massaged her back twice, with which she undid her bra the first time and the second time i undid it (with two fingers actually which made her laugh) but left her shirt on. Each time I would slide it up to reach her back better and she let me, just not past the bottom of her breasts. I was at her house from the moment i got off work till we went out to club and the bar. I was at her house originally to fix her netbook (it has 3G and she couldn’t connect to the network to get internet) and just hung around, even fed her lunch and dinner (granted lunch was leftover pizza i bought the night before while bowling but it was enough leftovers to feed us both) until it was time to go. We went out, all 3 of us, she got wasted (which was her goal, the reason I was D&D) and then we went home around 2. When we got home they smoked outside (i don’t smoke or drink and neither bother me) and her friend was about to leave (she didn’t drink much and had enough time that she was ok to drive) and she went inside to sit on one of her chairs, then I went outside to give her friends phone to her (she is a dog groomer and has a kennel outside and her friend had brought her dog over while we went out, but anyway she was outside letting ‘cissy’ out) cause she had a call. When i walked back inside my friend was talking off her pants and her bra keeping her shirt on and then wrapped a blanket around her and sat on her chair, not having a care that i had just walked while she was undressing. I then asked her if i could sit with her, and one thing led to another and she was very much turned on, led me to her bedroom and we had sex, after which she asked me how old i was again, and said WOW. This happened last sunday morning/ saturday night. She has a boyfriend who is in jail and confided in me that she’s not going to not ‘have fun’ just cause he’s in jail. She isn’t going to ‘postpone’ her life just cause he made a mistake and wants her to wait. She is going to wait for him and if he comes out and goes back to his old habits then that will be it. I’m married and just recently decided to get back together with my wife, who isn’t in the states but in her country and won’t be here till march, so I feel that I can’t do anything with our relationship until she is actually here. Questions or comments. I guess I just want peoples opinions about the situation. And if I should pursue some kind of sex buddy type relationship or if anything have sex with her again if the opportunity arose.