I can’t sit still outside for too long because spiders always crawl on me or near me. I always have to look for spiders wherever I go so I’m not caught off guard by one crawling on me. I can’t sit on picnic tables, and most of the time, I can’t even sit on my own patio furniture or deck. My family just doesn’t understand how honestly terrified I am of them. They get annoyed every time I ask them to kill one, and my dad refuses to all together. Every time one crawls on me, I freak out and cry hysterically. Even them being within eyesight makes me freak out. But sometimes, I look up pictures of them or youtube videos, which doesn’t make sense.

Is this arachnophobia?
If so, is there a way to treat it? Can a doctor put you on some soft of medication to calm me down when it comes to spiders?

It’s starting to get embarrassing because people think I’m overreacting.

My Dad’s birthday is near and we’re planning to buy him a gift. He loves playing billiards and stays most of his spare time in the pool room.

Anywhere I could find unique pool room accessories or pool room decors?

hey, im brother could be getting 3 years in jail for assault for punching someone who was going to hit him with a chair in a bar fight, i cant see the logic in that and this is where it gets worse, my dad got into a bar fight in 1964, he was what you would call a greaser and he and his friends got into a fight with some other greasers from out of town, they trashed the place, almost everyone left with a mark and they didn’t get jail time, fines, community service etc nothing! they got a slap over the head but that was it, now im not finished, my grandad in 1942 got in a bar fight in Australia, he was in the marines and him and his fellow marines got into a bar fight with some Australian commandos and they didn’t get anything bad, a slap on the wrist as well. Now my question is, despite the fact it being 2011 and not 1942 or 1964 but it being the same kind of situation, why has the results changed when its easier to just give a slap on the wrist ?

So, every year my mom’s side of the family has a mini family reunion (I say mini because only some people are invited). I have gone to these family reunions ever since I can remember, and, to be quite honest, they stopped being fun when I was around 13. I am 19 now and out on my own, and when I told my mom that I wanted to miss this one family reunion, she got really upset. The reason why these family reunions bother me isn’t a simple one. My entire family gets wasted every freaking night, except for me because I hate alcohol (my dad is an alcoholic). I’m always left by myself all week long… I sit there, completely ignored by everybody else. My mom’s family and I are worlds apart, and don’t relate to each other in any way. Not to mention, my family is so dysfunctional and my mother so warped, that I truly believe they just want me there so they can feel better about themselves (I’m the heaviest girl in the family, and my mother suffers from anorexia even though she won’t admit it). Basically, it’s just one big emotional mess for me. I alway end up alone and crying at some point on these vacations. My mom told me she would cry if I didn’t come, but I thought that was a manipulative thing to say. She also said it was for my Grandma… but if it were then why do they get drunk every night? She doesn’t like it either, and often goes to bed early or sits there in silence and engages in small talk with me from time to time (we aren’t close).
Also, I feel like I have a right to pass this up. I love my parents, and they do so much to support me, but they’ve also done a lot to hurt me. For example, my last birthday was a mess. My parents got drunk and, when I was upset with them, decided it was okay to go and hang out with my new neighbors without letting me know (I just got my own apartment.) I just went outside (where they were drinking wine and spilling it all over my deck furniture, and smoking cigars), and they were gone. No explanation. And after that my mom ignored me the whole night and refused to give me a hug when I was upset and crying.

So. Do you think I have a right to sit this one out for one summer, or am I being a baby? Again, I feel split because I love my parents when they are sober… they provide so much for me. But… I just don’t think my brain OR emotions can handle that. I need a break.

I’ve gotten a bunch of new furniture in my house in the past two years, including a new A/C unit that’s HUGE. This is all heavy, as the people who brought my TV stand had to wear these strap-like things on their shoulders to carry it up my backyard deck into the house!

The floors in my house are extremely squeaky! They’ve always been like that but I’ve never really cared until now. My mom knows my fear and says that the floorboards move, so they squeak, and that my dad will nail them down when we get new carpet so they won’t do that. But I’m not so sure!

If there are any architects or carpenters out there that can answer my question and keep me from worrying so much, that’d be great!

Thanks in advance!

P.S. What about the A/C unit? I noticed that it’s connected to the siding of the house. Couldn’t that potentially rip off the side of the house and fall to the ground? Those A/C units are typically supposed to stay on the ground if they’re THAT huge!

She’s a b.i.t.ch, a lair, and a c.u.n.t?

Okay, so here me out. I have a sister who is 18 months apart from me, and she is such a stool pigeon. Imagine being on watch 24/7 all day, and all night hounding me about what I’m doing trying to get me to slip up, and do something wrong. My mom is always like, "she’s the ”baby’ (WTF at 12 you are not a baby!) and my mom always listens to her more than me, and believes her more than me. And she’s always lying on me. And even when I’m singing a song, and I swear a bit, there she is recording me without me even knowing it, or when i’m yelling at her, and I call her something like: Stupid, ugly, or fat. She records me, without me even really knowing. And then she says something like, "Ha ha you fat dummy, that’s why I got you on record. Your stupid." She says all these rude things, and she never seems to get in trouble! Even when my moms around she’ll say, "You’re stupid," or "You’re fat." And my mom just brushes it off, but I say, "You’re dumb." And my mom is ready to lunge down my throat with a lecture.
And even my dad (who is divorced from my mom, and is an alcoholic) treats her better than me. one day, she just up and decided she wanted a 500$ IPad, and he was ready to get it for her, and then I ask for one 20$ game, and he was like, "It’s not always about you Taylor! You know what, I don’t even want to do this anymore." And he was even drinking then! I was so pissed, I’m always treated like the bald headed step child.

So, today, while my mom was at work, I thought it’d be nice to clean up the house for her. So I started with the kitchen, and my sister got mad because it was her week for kitchen duty. But, it was 12:55 p.m when I started, and my mom gets home from work at 3:30p.m or 4:00p.m (depending on traffic), and I knew due to my sister’s laziness, I knew my mom would go postal on us for not having our jobs done (mine being bathroom duty).
So I started washing the dishes, and my sister was like: "I’m kitchen duty, stop!"
And I then said, "I like my dishes clean, with no food bits left on them. You don’t really know how to wash dishes." Which is true, anytime she washes dishes she doesn’t do it thoroughly, or she puts them in the dish washer, and leaves them in there for a week, so when it’s my turn on kitchen duty I have to take ALL of them out, and do the additional dishes in the sink!
And she didn’t protest, and she walked away to watch Jerseylicious. *shutters* I hate the f.u.c.king show.

Anyways, I’m nearly finished and I’ve completed:

*Sweeping the floor
*Washing every dish, and drying them, and putting them away
*Cleaning the counter top
*Cleaning the refrigerator
*Cleaning the table

and then I was finally going to finish it all off, and be done by putting a pot of tea on the stove for my mom, and mop the floor, and my sister was like: "I know why you’re doing all of this, you want brownie points from mom! Well that’s not going to work, I’m going to help to." and she deviously grins, as she walks across the freshly mopped floor! I begged her nicely to stop, and she kept going, and she was going to cook with her dirty shoes on in the clean kitchen.
She left the kitchen, and said, "Then I’m going to mop the bathroom." (she thought that after she slacked off all day, she could come back in the end and do something minor, and get some type of credit she’s such a loser)

And she knew that was my next destination, and she saw me cleaning in there, and she started mopping before I could sweep! So I say, "Don’t do that, you know you have to sweep first!" And she smiles at me deviously, and says, "Oops, I didn’t know."

So she goes back in the wet/drying kitchen, and started walking around, and going into the refrigerator, to start dinner.

So, I called my mom, and told her my sister was trying to ruin everything! And my mom was like: "let me speak to her,"
And she said, "She’s trying to do everything, and get all the credit! She’s already cooking dinner, she has a pot of rice on the stove, and I want to make the orange chicken! She’s trying not to let me help!"

And I was shouting in the background: "You’re a lair! You know that was a pot of tea." (also, need I remind you my sister is a compulsive lair, and is always making up lies) And then my mom started yelling at me! I get in trouble when I’m trying to help! So she said we both have to stay in our rooms, and not come out until she comes home, so she could figure out how to punish us.

And also, she’s so fake! Anytime she tells on me, she thinks she could come back to me, and be my friend, and come and chat with me in my room, and watch TV with me, like WTF? You can’

I want a movnat-like workout, but I don’t really have access to a park or forest, or outside (too young to drive and I’m usually out all day, so I only hav time in the evening, when no one is willing to drive me to any parks or such). All I have to work with are:

a ten meter hallway
a pull up bar
chairs
pillows
stairs

Well, that’s all I can use without breaking anything. I’m not allowed to use my dad’s weights. Can you make a good, intense workout for me from this stuff?

I turned 21 recently at the end of November, which is no longer recently, and through my teens there were things I loved and even though I was an Agnostic, I have never believed in an after life, the only thing I have ever believed in 100%, and completely sure was going to happen is oblivion and eternity.

Eternity is a very scary concept to me.

Since I turned 21, I have realized that my years of being a "kid" or over, I’m allowed to drink at a bar and in the eyes of the state, I am now a full adult, and that symbolizes a chapter of my life that is now over, something never realized was there and what I will never get back for the rest of eternity, I am now at the peak of my life, no more development, but not quite aging, I realize that I am mortal, and now I’m not a kid just chillin and relaxing without a care in the world, I’m now being dragged to the grave kicking and screaming and I WILL die one day, and that’s the only thing in the world I cant control, I can control what happens tomorrow, but I cant control the fact that I will one day die.
Its the same for my family and older people in my life. My dad is no longer a strong person who is kind at heart, he is now older and frail, he is bitter and is more than half way through his journey, he is 47 and realized that he has 30 years left give or take, and isn’t the person I know any more, he is a slave to age, just like everybody.

Since I have realized my mortality, everything I think about always has death connected to it.
I can’t stop thinking about death, and the fact that I don’t matter, nothing I do matters, nothing at all matters.
Even if I do live for the day, the fact remains that I will still die one day, and I can’t ignore it, even if I was at the best beach party, I wouldn’t be able to block the fact that I will out of my head.
I can live for the moment, but the fact that I have a full time job and bills to play, kinda eats up my freedom, I can’t live for the day today though, or I will get fired for being hung over on the job.
This isn’t me ranting about work, this is me basically saying that even if I wanted to live for the moment, the fact remains that I work a regular job, and its hard to live for the moment when I’m photocopying or reviewing, I’m kinda living to make money.
I can take a vacation, but then I get 20 days to live on the edge and live for the moment a year, exciting huh?

Somebody must be able to tell me something to chill me out, somebody must be able to say something for me to think about when I think about death.
Anybody?
Anything?

Please don’t tell me to see a therapist, I have seen 3 and they all suck, they tell me that I should fill my time with pointless activities to make myself feel better, I think its called C.B.T, and by watering plants and polishing wooden furniture and all that stuff, it will take my mind off it or something.

I would rather be right that ignorant and happy.

Here’s an analogy. Good honest people who believe in God’s word living in poverty while rich filthy pigs who disobey Him live in luxury. Here’s an even better story! My dad chose drugs over me, so I’ve had to go through school without a male influence to guide me. I’ve never even had a girlfriend (I’m 15). Wanna hear something better? I’ve had to live in a hotel for a couple of months due to a shortage of money, moving in the middle of the school year to a different state! I live with my mother,brother,aunt, and grandmother. Just imagine 5 people living in such a limited space for over 8 weeks! And please don;t blame my mother. She’s done all she’s can raising two kids..If you want to blame someone blame my dad for not supporting her. It got better eventually, so it seemed. We rented some furniture once we moved into our new apartment( it was better than the projects at least) but juggling that with car notes, light bills, electric bill, etc. we had Aarons coming by knocking on the door everyday! It was humiliating for our friends to see an empty apartment; imagine going to the bus stop with them. Plus my grandmother is not who she used to be. She has dementia so she has random mood swings, plus mumbles to herself occasionally. She also has a BAD smoking habit, which leaves the house smelling like a bar! I know my mom feels horrible about all of this, which is why I don’t really mention these things around her. I apologize for telling my life story, but keeping these things in can drive a man insane!

All I ask is why some have it easy while others don’t. Its not fair, and it seems like there’s no end! Most kids worry about the silliest things, like who to text and wondering if he/she likes them or not. I worry about simply inviting friends over, but having people taking our furniture away while they’re still there. Or if my grandmother will leave a bad impression on them.

Anyway just answer the question,please.

My dad has a new wife and I HATE HER!!! One day I came home from school and she was sitting on the couch watching tv so I went behind the couch said nothing to her and ran upstairs to my room. I put my bag down then when back down to the kitchen. I was searching the fridge for some pudding I got some and sat on one of the bar stools and ate it. She randomly looks at me and says "Oh, so your to good to say hi to me?!" I said sorry and she says "Whatever". She stomps over to me puts her finger in my face and scolded me like I was a child. While she was yelling at me I just got up and was going upstairs. Then she threatened to slap me if I didn’t come back down. I turned around and said "I Hate You I Never Even Wanted You In My Life!!!". She hasn’t talked to me since that day. (That day was 2 days ago).
I feel like apologizing but then again I want to tell my dad what she does because he has NO IDEA that any of this goes on. I want to apologize? Should I?

Well, here’s the deal. I’ve lived with my mum ever since I was a baby, and never with my dad as they were never married, they only lived together, but then my dad moved to Spain.. but I still have contact with him. Anyways, I actually HATE my mum. I am fed up of her, she is a terrible mother to me. First of all, she thinks I’m a joke basically. She makes fun of me all the time. I go to the drama club at my school, and when I got picked for the lead role in our production, I couldn’t wait to tell her. I ran home and told her, but she just laughed and said "You’ll let them down." She didn’t come to the production, and that night I had to be driven home by a teacher. Everyone that night asked me why she wasn’t there, and I had to make stuff up. Every time I achieve something at school, she just laughs, and never congratulates me. She says I’m ugly, greedy, a fat pig, an idiot, and many other things. Every time I get dressed, she says I look terrible and I should wear what she tells me to. However I have my hair, she says it looks a mess. She says "Can I do your hair for you, so you don’t look like a scruff?" And when I try and politely tell her "No mum, I’m 15." She says "YOU HATE ME DON’T YOU?!". Every meal she makes me, she tells me to eat it all. If I leave one bit, she hits me. I’m short for my age, I’m 4’11 and I weight 6 stone 3 llb. A few years ago, she made me switch bedrooms with her. I was passive, and moved bedrooms. Then, 6months later, she made me move again because she had a new tv and it didn’t fit with the way her furniture was arranged. she made us switch rooms yet again, and I was quite annoyed since I’d just settled in, decorated and personalized my room. THEN, my mum made me move again because she ‘didn’t like the feel’ of the room. I was quite annoyed at this, and I said ‘Look, when do I ever get a choice in these decisions?’ she replied; ‘Never. I’m the adult, you’re the child.’ She made me move schools because I got a ten minute detention in maths, for forgetting my homework. Baring in mind, the school I went to in the first place was a ten minute walk from my house. She has a car, but she doesn’t drive me anywhere because she says if I do I’ll get fat. The one I go to now is a 25-30 minute walk, and she makes me walk there every morning, and I have to be there for 8:40. I was quite annoyed when she made me move, because I had such good friends at my old school. There’s a LOT more I could talk about. My friend Darcey just got back from Egypt, and she got me a little camel and a tobelerone from the airport. Over the course of today, I ate it all. I know I shouldn’t have, ate the whole bar. but I did, and then my mom hit me, called me a fat bitch, called all of her friends and told them what I did. Also, I went down from an A to a B in science at school. She grounded me for a month. During that month, my guy friend Joe came to my house. She chased him out of my garden, called up the family and said that I had sex with a guy, which is untrue. I’m absolutely sick of her being a controlling, assuming, lying mother who has nothing better to do than shout at me and call me names. I’m seriously considering running away, or living with my dad. The only problem is that my dad lives in spain.. I have no one else to go to, should I just run away?

So my dad and I went downstairs to look at my car and I come back upstairs to see a chocolate bar sitting on the chair I was just on. I checked and yes my dog had some, it wasn’t much since it was wrapped pretty tightly, but enough that she eaten part of the wrapper covering it to get through (the wrapper was tossed to the side). She didn’t get much but could it kill her?

She is a Shitzu and weighs about 10 pounds possibly? Not quite sure.

my mother has always said (and my dad doesnt argue) that she has "something" that is watching over her, and has given it a name, brittany. everytime my mom gets mad, or upset or insanely irritated, things tend to move, thrown across the room, thrown at people, dishes that were in the cabinets get slammed violently to the floor in the MIDDLE of the room, things of that nature. well, last night my boyfriend and i got into an arguement, as we often do, and it spilled over into today and tonight. so i got irritated from getting the cold shoulder from him all day, and got up saying it was too cold in the living room and i wasnt talking about the temperature, and i stormed into the bedroom. he came in shortly and got his pillow and a blanket to stay on the couch, so i went back into the livingroom to get my laptop and saw the cups cabinet door was open, which is a pet peeve of mine, so when i came back through the kitchen and saw EVERY SINGLE cabinet door open, including the ones too high for him to reach without a stool and the ones that even i cant touch with a stool (im taller) i didnt think about it and commenced to slam them all shut and then said to him that was real adult, and he griped back and i came into the bedroom. he cant reach those. after that a few minutes later one was open again but im pretty sure he was just being stupid that time, but i called my dad and he told me that those things that happened around my mom didnt happen until she was 21, they got married when she was 18. im 21. so hes all into it now and my problem is this kind of stuff freaks me out. i need to be able to look for information on this stuff and idk what im looking for, someone please tell me what i can google to at least get some scientific footing for this, i hate things i cant explain. i need to be able to have something to explain this.

Birthday Sex
Adam was talking to his friend at the bar, and he said, "I don’t know what to get my wife for her birthday – she has everything, and besides, she can afford to buy anything she wants, so I’m stuck." His friend said, "I have an idea! Why don’t you make up a certificate saying she can have 60 minutes of great sex, any way she wants it. She’ll probably be thrilled." Adam decided to listen to his friend’s advice. The next day at the bar his friend said, "Well? Did you take my suggestion?" "Yes, I did," Adam replied. "Did she like it?" "Oh yes! she jumped up , thanked me, kissed me on the forehead and ran out the door, yelling "I’ll be back in an hour!!"

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Poor Duke
A boy was meeting his girlfriend’s parents for the first time for dinner. After dinner, his girlfriend and her mother left the room to do the dishes, leaving him with the father and the dog Duke, who was sitting underneath the boy’s chair. Unfortunately, it was a large dinner and he really had to fart. He stealthily let out a quiet, but audible, fart. "Duke!" the dad yelled. "This is great!" the boy thought. "He thinks the dog is farting!" So he let out another one. "Duke!" the father barked. The boy thought he was homefree so he let everything out at once in a really loud and smelly fart. "Duke! Get out of there before the boy sh*ts on you!"

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None For You
A little boy came down to breakfast. Since he lived on a farm, his mother asked if he had done his chores. “Not yet,” said the little boy. His mother tells him he can’t have any breakfast until he does his chores. Well, he’s a little pissed, so he goes to feed the chickens, and he kicks a chicken. He goes to feed the cows, and he kicks a cow. He goes to feed the pigs, and he kicks a pig. He goes back in for breakfast and his mother gives him a bowl of dry cereal. “How come I don’t get any eggs and bacon? Why don’t I have any milk in my cereal?” he asks. “Well,” his mother says, “I saw you kick a chicken, so you don’t get any eggs. I saw you kick the pig, so you don’t get any bacon, either. I also saw you kick the cow, so you aren’t getting any milk this morning.” Just about then, his father comes down for breakfast, and he kicks the cat as he’s walking into the kitchen. The little boy looks up at his mother with a smile, and says, “Are you going to tell him, or should I?”

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S & M
One day Mom was cleaning Junior’s room and in the closet she found a bondage S&M magazine. This was highly upsetting for her. She hid the magazine until his Father got home and showed it to him. He looked at it and handed it back to her with out a word. So she asked him, "What should we do about this?" Dad looked at her and said, "Well I definately don’t think you should spank him."

Im currently doing a-levels but i know i want to own my own business as my career but obviously i need money for a start up.

What is a good paying job that doesnt require years of training so i can earn enough money to buy my own busisness?

My dad owns his own business so i will have his help on how to do it all so now im just worried about the money situation, and if anyone thinks i can join his business – i can’t.