My Mom scattered mothballs all over the house to get rid of a opossum on our deck and the smell is now in the downstairs family room and it is seriously stanky! How do I remove the smell from the carpet, furniture, and rugs?
i am not going to handwash my carpet, furniture, and rugs with soap or shampoo, It will take too long and possibly damage them.

So last Thursday morning we woke up to my dog sitting in his kennel..looking miserable.. covered in diarrhea from head to toe.. along with his blanket.. toys.. etc. I figured maybe he ate something… then he seemed to be fine all day.

That evening around dinner time he went on the kitchen floor.. pure liquid. Then about 20 minutes later he did it again right by the door, about to bark to go out. I made him some white rice before we went to bed in hopes it would settle his belly..

Friday morning we woke up to the same scene. I called the vet as soon as they opened.. brought in a stool sample. At this point he was going every 10-15 minutes.. pure liquid. The vet tested his stool (which btw was covered in blood) ruled out anything serious.. etc.

They gave him some pills to make it stop.. and it worked almost instantly *thank god.* That weekend we kept him on a bland white rice diet… and then slowly started his regular food bad in once he had solid food. He only took the pills for 2 days and seemed to be fine.

Then yesterday we noticed he was really gassy all day.. and commented on how horrible it smelt. My husband made the comment "we’re going to wake up to shi*t again" Sure enough… around 5 this morning my husband smelt something terrible downstairs.. same scene.. After cleaning him up we gave him another pill… which has slowed it down (but not completely stopped yet) and of course have not fed him.

It hasnt even been a full week of him not getting sick… he is about 4 months old… he is a lab/ husky mix.. he has been eating Purina Puppy Food for large breed since he was 8 weeks old..nothing new has been introduced into his diet.. he doesnt eat human food.. (besides an occasional crumb or two he manages to find)…When he goes outside he has about a twenty feet radius of roaming space.. and its free of any wild plants etc.

The only thing I can think of is excattly one week before this started we took him to the vet and he got caught up on his vaccines etc maybe he could be having an allergic reaction?! It’s really the only *new* and *different* thing we have introduced to him…

The vet ruled out anything serious.. I do plan on calling them again today when they open.. but I figured I should get some other opinions.. and hopefully not have to spend another 150$ + on another vet bill..
they did do a full fecal test and checked for worms and all of the above!

I’m waiting for a doctor to call me back! Thanks for the suggestions.

I’m starting to wonder maybe he did swallow a sock or something?! Great..

hey guys! so, I’m almost certain I’m having a fairly nice sweet 16. There’s a place in the downtown of my city called "smokey joes" and it’s an older, antique "old town" building. The downstairs is like "Southern Cooking" is what they called it, but they have a side entrance, with these realllyyyy pretty, wide,stairs, and then you go in the room, and there is a "bar" (soda’s, coffee, and energy drinks of course!) and there is a fairly nice sized room, old painted black walls, with red accents, with a stage for a band/dj/whatever, and then we can have as many tables/chairs, either 4 person round tables or large like 8 person rectangle tables. Anyways, thats just some of the details, but i have 2 problems;

Problem 1: I am fairly..disabled. I have muscle disease and stuff, and I have a lot of trouble walking for long distances, standing for long extended period of time, etc. So there WILL be a dance floor, and lights and the whole deal. But is there something else, along with the dancefloor, that i can use to keeep guests entertained, but also not feel obligated to dance, or worse, left out? We have talked karaoke, and stuff like that, but i dont know! I need help, pleaseee? (:

problem number 2: i need a theme for the party. I was thinking peacock themed, but i dont know. especially with the black walls and red curtains…. lol. any help there would be welcome too!

Thanks so much,

Darbylynn

My downstairs is an open concept type of floor plan, where the walls are all connected, with dark rustic real wood panels everywhere. As I begin to decorate these rooms, is there a rule of thumb as to using certain colors throughout the house? Or should one color be in all of the rooms? Or does each room stand on its own, inspite of the open concept floor plan?

i moved into a flat about 2 and a half months ago about two days after moveing in i met my downstairs neighbour.
he is a 37 year old agressive alcoholic who drinks about 6 litres + of cheap 7 % cider daily..
it didnt take long befor he was constantly knocking on my door asking for cigerettes and asking me to go to the shop for him to get his alcohol because he had bin barred from the local shop for shoplifting..
i soon become tired of this and told him to stop knocking on my as a didnt want anything to do with him he took offense to this and started becomeing more agressive towards me
as the weeks went by i had him arested 3 times
once for common assault once for criminal damage (he took a swing at me while i was wareing my motorcyle helmet and damaged the peak) and once for breach of his bail conditions because he continued to knock on my door.
i have recorded this man on my mobile phone thyreatening me telling me he no’s ware my mopther lives threatening to damage my motorcyle kicking open my front door and entering my flat and more i let the police listen to this and they did nothing on the strenth of it…
now i come home about 3 weeks ago to find my motorcycle had bin took off its stand and dropped on its side i spoke to the police and was told there was nothing i could do because there was no evidence it was him..
so i went round and knocked on his door very angry he would not come out of his fllat but he recorded me on his phone i was promptly arested for threats and intimidation..
i went to court last thursday as i pleaded guilty to the offense and received 40hrs community service..
now on friday morning of last week i was woken up by him kicking a plywood board the police had put on his back door to secure it after they had arested him oine time ..
i phoned the police and reported this and allso took pictures on my mobile phone of the damage he had done to the plywood board
now on saturday morning i put my music on while i was getting ready to go out whewn the police knocked on my door i let them in and they spoke to me saying the listend to the music from his flat and it was a bit loud and allso he had made alegations i had damaged his back door(the ply board) and on friday night i had flicked a lit cigerette at him burning his top..they dint arest me for these alegations and asked me to turn the music off for the day ..
i told them i was going out anyway and would comply to this now i went out and thought about what he had said about me damageing his door and the cigerette thing and decided i could not go home that day without this vindictive man trying to get me arested for things i havent done i felt trapped..
so i went to my local police staion of my own accord to speak to the officer that has bin dealing with him(he is getting evicted in january for abuseing other neighbours)..
well when i got to the police staion i was arested for harrasment assult criminal damage and theft of his garden furniture..
they kept me in for 13 hours drug tested me for coke and heroin which come back negative they then searched my flat alegedly for his garden furniture and have seized my mobile phone
they siad they think i took the pictures of the damaged door to cover my own ass i couldnt beleive what i was hearing..
well anyway in his statement he said the damgae was done to the door saturday morning when i logged it in on friday morning with the police and the pictures on my phone are dated the 29/10/2010
so he is clearly lieing here
he changed the cigerette thing as well saying on friday night i walked staringht up to hime and stubbbed a lit cigerette out on his chest burning his t shirt but leaveing no mark on his body
ive bin bailed to return to the police staion in 3 weeks time while they investigate further now in the mean time im stuck liveing above this psycho who is trying to set me up and i dont even have a phone to ring anyone if he does start going mental
this guy is ruining my life
what should i do
mike 27 manchester

10 Years Ago
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I could feel the heat rising.I could see the flames spreading.
My soft silky blonde hair covering my violet eyes.I had done it again.I had brought this pain,but had no other choice.
The screams filled my ears and it stung.
-"Please forgive me."I whispered."I never meant for this to happen."Another whisper escaped my mouth before I dropped to the ground on my knees.I looked up moving my hair so I could see but all I saw was darkness.No more bright flames.Just darkness.
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Present
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-"Honey!"My moms voice reached from downstairs"Olivia is here!"
I ran downstairs and smiled at my best friend Olivia.
Olivia was my age 17.She had shiny black hair that reached up to her shoulders and very pale skin.Her light blue eyes sparkling at the reach of any light.
-"Good Morning"She greeted before making her way to my kitchen.
-"I’m beginning to think you only come here for food."I laughed as I followed her.
-"It’s a possibility"I glared at her playfully"Kidding!"She giggled while putting her hands up in the air.
-"Good to know."I mumbled opening the fridge and taking a look at what I have to eat.
-"So what’s for breakfast?"Olivia’s eyes sparkled in my kitchens sunlight.
-"How about we go out to eat!"I suggested since I had nothing in my fridge.
-"That’s a great idea!"She jumped of off the stool and ran for the door.
-"Where do we go?"I asked quickly taking my wallet and following her.
-"I don’t care as long as we get some food!"I laughed at her obsession.
-"Fine let’s go and I’m sure we’ll find some place to eat at along the way."
We were walking through the park and a ball hit Olivia’s head.
-"What the!"She turned around looking for a suspect."Show your self"She started out gently"Hooligans!"But finished out shouting.
I started laughing at her.
She glared at me
"It’s not funny.That hit could have given me a concussion"She shouted I continued to laugh while pointing my finger behind her.
She gave me a look and then turned her head to the direction I pointed to.
The boy who hit her with the ball was standing behind her while she shouted.
-"Ohh.."She trailed off kinda blushing.
-"Sorry about…that."The boy apologized.
-"Oh..no it’s ok."I think she likes him.
-"I’m Beck"He offered her his hand and she shook it while introducing herself.
-"I’m Olivia"They started talking about something.I smiled and moved my gaze to the boys not so far behind Beck laughing about something.
One of them caught my eyes.
He was a tall boy that looked around 17-18.He had kinda tan skin with perfect black hair and green eyes.
I watched him smile and if I was sugar I would have meltedactually I bet I could melt anyways.He laughed with the other boys and I broke my gaze from him turning my attention back to Olivia.
I turned back to Olivia.I knew that I didn’t have much chance with this boy.
-"So here is my number.Call me"Olivia waved and blew him a kiss.While stillgiggling she grabbed my hand and dragged me along side with her.
I looked at her with a goofy smile on my face and she started laughing.
-"Quit looking at me like that."She demanded but still didn’t stop laughing.
I kept my smile on.
-"Stop It!"She shouted kinda loud.
-"Ok ok!"I gave upand stopped looking at her with that goofy smile.
Before long my need to be a kid escaped me.
-"You like Beck"I said in a childish voice while pointing my finger at her.
She gave me this look and I stopped.
-"Sorry."I composed my self.
But then we both started laughing like insane people.
-"Ok ok.I think we should stop…people r looking at us"I managed to choke out.
-"You’re right"Olivia agreed.
We stopped laughing as soon as we reached the Cafe.
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We were ordering our breakfast.
-"I would like pancakes with maple sauce and some orange juice."Olivia loved maple syrup.
-"And I would like a fruit cup please with some french toast."
-"Will do ladies."The weird waiter said and walked off.
-"That waiter was so weird."Olivia whispered to me.
-"I know his hair hair is all sweaty and he smells like…I don’t even know"Olivia laughed and I joined in with her.
We were talking about random things with Olivia until I noticed the same guys from before enter.
-"Psst"I nudged Olivia she gave me an irritated look and I pointed my finger at the boys but carefull enough for them not to see.
I saw a huge smile plant on Olivias face when she saw ‘her’ Beck.
I wante

With the help of the moonlight shinning through the window I can just see the color with barely tint of red.
Blood?
As I cowered in the corner of the bathroom in fear the liquids started to foam as bubbles rising taller and over the bowl.
I suddenly get this tug in my stomach and get this sudden urge to dip my head into the bowl and started drinking.
Blood.
Must drink. Foaming liquids. Head under. Sucking, swallowing.
“HOHOAHAHAH!”
“GAHHH!” screaming I flung off my cover and totally fall headfirst toward the floor.
Crack.
“Oof!” ow. I raise my head and put my right index finger on my forehead expecting to see blood all over my face.
Wow.
What a horrifying dream. Oh, a total emphasize on the word dream. It was so freakish real. Totally.
And the “HOHOAHAHAH!” from the stupid monkey alarm clock I got for Christmas REALLY didn’t make me feel any better.
I hear eggs and ham sizzling in the pan downstairs as I finish dressing and on the way down the narrow twisting stairway.
“Good morning, honey.” Mom calls cheerfully when I plop down on a stool, shivering just a bit.
“Mom, I got this weird dream last night. I was-“I started but was cut off like every morning by dad loud and gruffly yawning as he appear out of nowhere.
“Mat, what took you that long to get home yesterday?” Dad’s voice shook me awake from my nightmarish thoughts. Thoughts that have things to do with toilet, blood and a lot of gross stuff I needn’t mention.
“Mat, you’re shaking.” Mom came from the kitchen and put her cool palm on my head, feeling my temperature probably.
“Mom I-“I try to talk but-
“What happen last night Mat?” Dad fixes his stern eyes on me. “You came home later from usual last night, shaking and pale. You look like something from a horror movie. Did a vampire bite you or something? Dad tried badly to make a joke.
“No, but I did had a night-“Wait a minute. I stopped myself. VAMPIRE?
I gear my thoughts and look back to yesterday.
How HAD I gotten home yesterday?
I couldn’t remember……
Was everything that happens yesterday just a dream? Or had I really did what I thought I did?

Life is always hard, no matter how you look at it. Every little girl dreams of growing up and meeting her prince charming.14 Years down the road and I still haven’t found him. Sat at my desk I tackle some previously set homework that was due for yesterday. I soon give up after remembering it was Algebra. Walking downstairs I find a note taped to the side of Bella’s doggy basket .

Erika,
I’m going to be home late, I left dinner in the fridge.
Love Mum x

Sure enough,,I opened the fridge and the ready meal was sat there on the top shelf. I was use to this dining it had been going on for about a week. Mum was somehow always busy at work or on the phone to my father. I tossed the meal into the bin and reached for the phone and the post-it note with a pizza number on.
After sitting down and demolishing half the fatty four cheese pizza, I was stuffed to say the least. I waited for at least 5 long lonely hours for my mum to come home. When she finally put the key in the lock I was half asleep and watching the 11 o’clock news. I saw out of the corner of my eye what looked to be a folder and 3 suitcases of various sizes.
“Mum?” I said warily,whilst rubbing my sore. Tired eyes.
“I’m home, sorry I’m late darling”
“What have you got in your hands?”
“Oh ..” she said hesitating for a moment. “We need to talk Erika”
She urged me to walk into the kitchen,i did as I was told in a half conscious state, I sat down on the stool that was nearest to me.
“Erika, You know me and Jack have been dating for about a year”She paused, it seemed she was waiting for a reaction to show on my face before she carried on.
“Were getting marred”She said slowly hoping I wouldn’t freak out.
“wow” I studdered. I knew there was more to come.
“Were Moving to Alabama “
From the look on her face she knew I was in shock and pain
“But your moving to stay with your dad,Only I’m moving with Jack”
She knew me and my dad didn’t get on. Was this a joke? I was half waiting for her to burst out laughing but the other half new deep down she meant this
I banged my fists down with such force her pale body shook.
“How could you?” I screamed unaware of my own force I had against her.
“I.. I cant see any other way for this to happen”
“Whats going to happen to Bella?My Friends?When am i leaving?” I demanded in one breath. I could feel my head going lighter. My hands were clammy, I was mad and she new I wouldnt forgive her lightly.
Iv changed it now
It starts
Life is always hard, no matter how you look at it. Every little girl dreams of growing up and meeting her prince charming.14 Years down the road and this dream was still fresh on my mind.
Actully no it doesnt contain any Vampires or anything like that.
She goes away and she finds a BF but then she makes a really good friend (girl)and then her friend gets feelings for her and then Erika has to pick between the two.
Its More about Finding herself and Making Choices in Life.
x

Smiling children, in the woods. Laughs. The sky is tinged indigo as I stand there by the lake and -

I open my eyes instinctively and look around, that strange vision fading. I looked around at the room around me and groaned, seeing the furniture that looked like it had been pulled straight out of a time centuries ago. I stand up, and instantly alert, jog downstairs, my feet not making a single noise on the wooden stairs.

I walk out the open door without looking out. This place wasn’t my home. It was just one of those living museums. And the reason no-one saw me, stopped me from sleeping there? To everyone else in this world, I am simply air. An invisible ghost. But I know I’m not a ghost, for I can remember no other life than this, it is as if I were born invisible -to everyone but myself.

I run across the street, silent, no-one hearing me, to the corner shop. Gently, I open the door. The man inside looks up, and then back down at his newspaper. He must think that the wind simply blew the door open, if only.

I walk into the storeroom, unseen and unheard, and take a chocolate bar off of the shelf, eating it careful and crumpling the wrapper in my hand. I stare at the mirror opposite me, revealing no trace of me in it, and look away almost instantly.

To myself, I look like anyone else. Maybe there’s something wrong with me. Or maybe, I don’t exist. Maybe, I’m just like a shadow, that no-one will ever see. Maybe I’m dreaming this…

I drop the wrapper in a waste paper basket, and step out of the storeroom. Like every day, I sit there in the shop, for what feels like hours, trying to get the shopkeeper to see me, to hear me, to listen.
"Hey!" I scream, throwing a bottle across the floor, getting angry. He obviously doesn’t see the hands that guide that bottle to its destination, a few inches from his feet. I start to cry silently.

I can only remember the last five years, any time before that is just a haze of flashbacks to me, and no-one has saw me in all that time. I have been completely alone, feeling like a fugitive running from the entire world. Throwing another bottle towards him, he looks up from his newspaper, and I swear for a second that he sees me, and for a heartstopping second, I stare at him. And then he stands up, opening the door to let a customer in. Oh.

The boy seems oddly familiar to me, but I can’t remember where I have seen him from, and having the oddest sense of deja vu, I stand there, just staring at him. A ghost of a smile on his face, he looks around the store, before walking over to the newspapers, picking one up and heading over to the till.

Just before he reaches the till, he turns around for just a second and walks over to the stacks of fizzy drinks, and picks one up. I mutter something under my breath, and looking up, sees that he is staring at me; not past me or through me.
"Who are you?" he asks darkly and I just stand there frozen, knowing that there is something I must be forgetting…

"How can you see me?" I whisper and he smirks.

"Stop playing dumb… you should know that by now"
Hi,
Nope she wasn’t a suicide victim; it’s more like one child a year becomes like this and the cure is to find their forgotten family, and stuff – read on here

http://inkpop.com/projects/22070/invisible/read-project/#chapter

You see, I need answers to my questions about this. I live in an ugly and slightly cluttered old house. We moved out of our apartment to live here, and since my Dad died and since his family is dead (well, mostly,) we kind of had to take it.You see, our downstairs is mostly renovated but upstairs is a mess. Full of unopened fire places that we can’t afford to put up, to an ugly linoleum kitchen with flickering lights. Our furniture is ugly, and my room is about the size of an elevator. I can’t wait until I turn 18, and I feel like it is unfair. All our neighbors think we’re bad people since our yard is the *nicest* on the block while their houses/yards are so clean. It’s not a fire hazard or anything, but it’s so ugly and tacky. My Mom can’t really part with clothes and furniture. My friends don’t live in MANSIONS but they have nice, clean and big houses. My house is averaged sized, but I don’t know what to do. Hopefully I’ll win the beauty pageant I entered, and go to Nationals and win the car, then sell it so I can fix up my house. I am thankful, but I am feeling somewhat depressed. Now my questions are.
1.) What should I do?
2.) How should I approach my Mom about this?
3.) Should I clean on my own?
4.) Do you ever feel ashamed of your house?

Good luck xoxo.
God bless xoxo.
I meant isn’t the *nicest* on the block sorry people!!!!

Good luck xoxo.
God bless xoxo.
Oh and sorry if the question is too long.

Good luck xoxo.
God bless xoxo.

I recently moved into a new home that is totally open and the whole downstairs needs painted. I want all rooms to coordinate or at least flow. My living room furniture is chocolate brown. My kitchen cabinets are cherry, with stainless steel appliances. Dining room furniture is cherry as well. Floors are cherry hardwood.
The trim and the mantle and the wood blinds are white.
So, I am torn between painting the walls a steely gray blue or a warm tan. What do you think. I am on HOLD until I decide. Please help!

We are buying a house with nasty yellow/green paint in kitchen & livingroom, & mural of a tree behind a stone wall in the staircase leading to the basement. We would like to paint each room a solid color (white in the kitchen, soft brown in the livingroom, and ANY color going downstairs). We can’t afford to spend too much time or money on paint, and need to paint all 3 "rooms" in the 3 days before our furniture arrives. I’m sure we’ll need a primer and 2-3 coats of paint, but are there any shortcuts? Are certain brands better than others at covering in 1-2 coats? Are the Kilz colors (the kind you can buy at Wal-mart) any good? Any advice would help! Thanks!

Hello. I am moving into a 3 bedroom apartment and was thinking how to set it up. For the twins will have a bed room each and i decided pink on 2 walls and purple on 2 walls. So, i was thinking of having cream, red and white or white for my walls what do you think?
Also, for downstairs, do you think cream is too much?
And for the dining room i am thinking of having a large circle oak dining table, and a computer. also the pets the hamster and bird will be in there. The dog will be allover (downstairs) and the fish in the living room. Is this a good plan?
For the living room. We will have the television the sofa, 2 arm chairs, cabinet and a big circle fish tank (home made). Do you think this is too much?
For the kitchen, all the kitchen supplies, a breakfast bar and chairs. Do you think this will look over the top?
For the bathroom (upstairs). a small Jacuzzi. a sink, toilet, shower and all the little bits. Do you think this will look ok?
For the down stairs toilet, a toilet and sink and all the little bits.
But at the end do you think my house will look ok?
Thank you for your time

my boyfriend has had his cats for the past few years and has always let them walk all over the counters and kitchen table. we recently moved in together, and now i have to make and eat food where the cats have been, and i think its so unsanitary. I have a dog that sometimes chases the cats, though we do keep a gate up that prevents the dog from chasing the cats upstairs to the 2nd floor. He thinks its unfair to not allow the cats to hang out on the downstairs/main living area furniture, including the table/counters, where they feel safe from the dog. when i tell him that i have a problem w/ it, he gets frustrated and says that i just hate the cats and don’t want them around me. keep in mind, i have no problem with them on the other downstairs furniture. what should i do??

I’m getting my house painted. I just received a quote. The guy told me 1 color was nice. Said others were nice 2, but wouldn’t coordinate w/ main color. The colors are Sherwin Williams Quixotic Plum as an accent wall in the family room and Mystic Mauve on the other walls. The main areas would be Latte. That’s where he said the clash is coming.

This is how downstairs flows: Entry way to a 2 story foyer Immediately in front of you on right,stairs. To the left formal area – living & dining. From that room, or a hall, you come to the kitchen w/ a bay eat in. All those wall will be in Latte. Then you come to the family room. The wall facing you will be Quixotic Plum. The others will be Mystic Mauve. His suggestion is to do it Latte and do the other formal room QP. (no furniture yet – wanted the formal red).

What is your opinion? Is 00 +200 4 paint bad? I’d say it’s 1300 sq ft area – plus upstairs hall. The trim would be white – said cheaper to touch up stairrail.
I didn’t like the MM, so trying exclusive Plum. it’s a shade darker. Also trying nomadic desert – 1 shade lighter than latte.