We’re considering buying a home, but it has a chair lift on the stairs (that we don’t want). How expensive or difficult are these to remove?

Cats in the area have chosen my yard as their sanctuary and I do not want them here. They sleep on my deck furniture, porches and stairs. The males spray on stuff and it really stinks. The mating calls and fighting are driving me crazy. I am unable to put up a fence, which would only stop the old and fat ones anyway. I live on a small (40′x100′) lot in town, but there are 10 or more cats that think this is their home away from home. I don’t keep food waste outside. I have done nothing to attract them. I want them to go away and stay away. I am so frustrated, I want to just start shooting them, but this would make me the bad person. Animal Control will not do anything about it. They will only deal with dog issues. Is there something inexpensive I can place in my grass, on my steps, furniture, on and under my porches to keep them away that will not attract bugs, stain my furniture and porches or create zoning code issues? I am at wits end. Can anyone offer a solution that doesn’t involve my air rifle and disposing of feline carcasses in the night? This is a now problem. I need answers. Ten points to an easy, discrete and effective solution.
The cats do not like my presence. They run away when they see me. I live in town if you had read the whole question. I am not home enough to chase them with water guns. I cannot leave wet things on my furniture and porches. I cannot use fuel odors or I will have the zoning and fire ppeople on me like white on rice.
The cats do not like my presence. They run away when they see me. I live in town if you had read the whole question. I am not home enough to chase them with water guns. I cannot leave wet things on my furniture and porches. I cannot use fuel odors or I will have the zoning and fire people on me like white on rice.
Again- Water and fuel are not viable solutions. I am not home enough or have the time to chase them with water guns. I need some repellent that can be put out that will not harm furniture, wood, or cause problems with neighbors. I live in a town, with near proximity neighbors and zoning regulations.

I inherit the deck from the previous owner of trhe house. The paint on the decking and the stairs is peeling. The railing is not painted, but layed with green and black dirt. What is the best way to clean this deck？

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 am going to have sage green vinyl siding and white trim. The shutters will be black. I plan on painting the porch railing and posts white, but need a color for the stairs and porch floor. I was thinking grey or painting it all white. any suggestions?

Before you say bad things about this and make me feel stupid, just, REALLY hear me out.

So my sister, who is two years older than I, got her room redone. I had to lift all of the furniture up the stairs, and while doing so, I saw the price tags. I estimated about 00+ were put into this project.

My parents got me a candy bar and a book so far this year. And they refused to get me an Xbox game. (because of price)

She gets a mini cooper as her first car coming up. My parents said I have to buy mine.

She also is allowed to have a facebook. I am not.

She can hang out with guys, If my parents saw me texting a girl, I would be punished.

She is payed an allowance, I am not. (even though I take out the trash and do many other small chores. She does none)

My parents always defend her. Or it seems like it.

Now, you are probably like, this kid just thinks everything is all bad. And I don’t. I just think my parents favor my sister. And they have every right to. She’s fit, gets nothing but A+’s, in accelerated classes, does theater, musicals, doesn’t curse, doesn’t understand sex (she is 16), she is always prepared, and kisses up to my parents, and she has 5 friends total.

I eat junk food, although I am thinner, I get mostly B’s and low A’s, I sit around because my interest is in film and directing, and there is nothing to do with that, I curse but my parents dont hear it usually, I understand sex, I masterbate(Like any other teen guy), I avoid my parents because all they do is tell me how to be better and suceed… And I think I have plenty of friends I can trust.

I don’t know. Maybe I am just a little prick. Maybe Im just overreacting. But above, those are just examples of my relationship with my sister… I mean, I love my sister. I do. I’d take a bullet for her if it meant my life. But sometimes I don’t understand…
If you could give me some advice, or anything. That would be fantastic.

My husband has run into a snag while building the porch to our girls’ playhouse. The porch posts that line each side of the stairs are turned to fit an angled porch roof. Therefore, the hand rail will not hit the porch post flush. Because the post is turned the rail meets the post at a corner. My husband can’t figure out how to cut the hand rail to fit the post corner. He can’t figure the angle of the cut or the v notch he must cut to meet it correctly. Any suggestions?
No he doesn’t know that I wrote this. I don’t think he would care considering he has little to no experience prior to building this playhouse in carpentry. It is amazing how well he has done and I’m very proud of him.

I have a billiards room that is three steps down from the dining room. I want to put up crown molding (for decoration and to hide painting edges) but I’m not sure if it will work. A few issues:

1) one of the windows in the room barely leaves enough room for the molding – would this look strange?
2) one side of the room is partially open to the dining room, it has three cut outs where I have bamboo shades, not enough room for molding above the cut outs. Weird to have one wall of room without molding?
3) there would be one corner that the molding would end because around that corner leads up the stairs

I did try a few pieces on the regular parts of the room and it does look nice. I just don’t know if it would look strange.

ok so im really into parapsychology and i have been fot the longest time and now im 18 and want to learn more about it and find people who investigate and could help me.. is there any group that anyone knows about in Massachusetts, or Rhode island?.

the reason also why i ask this is because my mom passed away 8 months ago. and well, my dogs been barking at the door like randomly and doesn’t stop until i say "hi mom, how are you?" and open the door as if someone was to come in and then i close it and he stops barking. then sometimes i hear footsteps going up the stairs when im alone or sometimes my brother is home and he usually asks me who went upstairs when theres only me and him at home. and theres this high stool my mom used to love sitting on, and i put it in the living room and next day i find it back in the kitchen.. i know its her. but i want to know how i could communicate with her ..

The boy woke up suddenly, excited from the dream he had about the zoo. He leapt out of bed and pulled his Spiderman curtains open. The crisp golden sun touched his face. He was so happy that his smile would have made the whole world dance in delight He remembered it was the day that he was going to see all the wonderful animals, especially the Gorillas because he was in love with the book “Tarzan Adventures”. His mum read it to him every night before he went to sleep, and he wanted to see the animals for real. His excitement rushed up his body, so much so he rushed to the bathroom. He stepped on to the stool and turned the tap, washing his face and hands. He opened the cabinet which was next to the mirror and took out his ultra cool “Iron-Man” toothbrush; he felt invincible. He brushed his teeth very quickly and wiped his face with his Pyjamas. Carefully, minding the toys which lay across the stairs and passage, he hurried downstairs to the kitchen.
He climbed onto his chair to have his breakfast. His mum had prepared him cornflakes in his own personalised “Star Wars” Bowl. He started to stir the cornflakes so that they looked like a whirl pool. He then imagined the spoon was an aeroplane and scooped the milk into his mouth. He saw his green light sabre toy next to his bowl and pretended the spoon was facing the light sabre in a battle. Soon, the milk was all over the table and he was covered in cornflakes!
“You always spill milk everywhere, eat your cereal properly now honey”, said his mum.
She started to iron the clothes she had prepared for him to wear to the zoo. The special day trip meant he had to look the part and it was a day that his mum wanted him to remember. She wanted him to look good for the pictures she was going to take and add to his childhood album. She scurried around trying to find his sweater.
“Mum, what are you looking for?” he asked his mum.
“Your sweater sweetie pie”, she replied.
“I can see it out in the garden mum on the washing line”, he told his mum.
She unlocked the garden door and a gust of wind blew inside. He watched his kite soar straight up into the sky but his mum blocked the view from where he sat. He looked horrified, as he thought his big red kite had been blown away. He jumped off the chair and headed towards the garden.
“Sweetie pie, please can you get me your sweater from the washing line”, his mum asked him.
He then leapt barefoot onto the garden floor. “Put your shoes on”, his mum said anxiously.
“But mum!” he replied.
“No excuses, don’t be a naught boy now!” she told him.
He quickly put on his ‘”Buzz Light Year” shoes that flashed coloured lights every time he took a step. His kite was nearly blocking out the sun, and he thought it was too late. He then burst out laughing; clutching his stomach at how he didn’t see the thin piece of rope from the kite that was attached to his bike which lay on the ground. He felt relieved. He picked up his bike and rode it around the garden with his kite attached to the handle bars.
“Honey, please can you stop playing and get me your sweater”, she told him from inside the house.
The boy climbed up the ladder which was next to the sweater on the washing line, and took the pegs off it, tying it round his waist he climbed down gently. He started to walk back into his house but his pocket felt light, his light sabre toy had slipped out of his pocket and dropped on to the top step of the ladder. He ran back quickly and climbed up the ladder again, and then the telephone rang inside the house.
His mother went to get the phone, and he could see her as he climbed the steps. Her smile turned upside down. He saw her hand cover her mouth in shock. His stomach turned as if he could see that she was becoming upset, he didn’t understand what was going on. He looked helpless for his mum, and looked at his green light sabre. He wanted to be a hero like Luke Skywalker by helping his mum. He recalled how just like Luke Skywalker, his didn’t have a father figure and he realised there must be a lot of pressure on his mum to take care of him and everything else.
He took off his shoes and ran into the kitchen where his mum was sitting.
“Mum, why are you upset?” he asked her.
“Nothing for you to worry about dear, we have to get ready to go to the zoo”, she replied.
He went upstairs and flipped through his picture book, which he made himself of all his favourite super-heroes. He came across Spiderman and next to it said “with great power comes great responsibility”. He looked confused because he didn’t understand what it meant so he put the book under his arm and went downstairs.
“Mum, what does this mean” he asked her, showing her his picture book.
“It means when you have a lot to deal with you become responsible, and have to act mature, something you will go through as you get older dear”, she told him.
A tear emerged from her eye and hit the boy’s shoulder like a bullet.
“Don’t cry mum, when I become superman everything will be just fine”, he told her.
“I’m sure it will honey, I’m sure it will”, said his mum.
“I love you mum, there is no reason to be upset, I’m here for you”, he told her.
“So am I, now let me change your clothes for you”, she told him.
After his mum changed his clothes, she packed his “Tarzan Adventures” book into his bag and then they went to the zoo. His face was star struck when he arrived at the zoo; to him it was like a child with an Amusement park all to himself. He let go of his mum’s hand and ran like the wind towards the Gorilla’s cage. He started to make beat his chest and make awkward sounds Gorillas do, and the Gorilla did it back. It was as if both of them were having a conversation. His soft hands made the Gorilla feel comfortable as he petted him, and it was a miracle the beast didn’t react because apparently he hated people touching him or even looking at him for that matter.
The Gorilla touched his stomach with h

A Film Of Mattress Glue Has Created A Weirdness That Has Rendered Me Impotent

They tied a pink bandanna around my arm
and told me to go up the stairs and wait.
The smell of piss stung my eyes.
A blond haired guy with a jean jacket around his waist was clinging
to the banister, crying.
I shoved him out of the way and went on up.

There were lawn chairs at the top,
folded neatly and stacked in the corner.
I stood on the landing, waiting for a door to open.
I watched the bar down below.
Paper-wrapped burritos piled on a table near an old man with white hair
and dark brown skin;
a dog at his side, mangy and sleeping.

The door opened and a midget shuffled out,
blood coming from his nose.
He laughed
and she laughed right behind him,
wiggling her finger at me.
He grunted something in Spanish and stumbled
down the stairs.
"Senor?"
I plucked a bed sheet from the hall closet before I went in,
and she grabbed my arm.
"Extra!"
I put it back and went to the edge of the bed.

There was still blood near the top of the mattress.
A ripped poster slumped on the wall: "A Mexican Opera!" The colors were faded
and most of the scene was unrecognizable.
Before I could ask about the blood, she was on me,
rubbing the sweat of her thighs on my stomach
as she unsnapped the buttons of my shirt.
Laughter right outside the door; a British accent
and the clapping of hands.
Her breath smelled like cigars and for a moment
the smell of piss was gone.
My bare back hit the mattress and I slid backwards,
her face landing in my crotch, her mouth chewing, her hair
stuck to her cheeks, the ceiling fan spitting dust,
while I waited for it without focus or care,

death a better place, hell a calm seclusion,
bathing in this vile…

i hope. Can you tell me what you think of my story. This is only the beginning

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If you could only speak another 10 words before you would lose your voice, what would you say? Would you convey your feelings about political events, would you own up to a crime you committed, even if it was something as small as stealing a chocolate bar from the pantry?

“Come on Whitney,” my sister called from downstairs. “Sometime before Christmas would be nice”
“Alright alright,” I moaned as I jogged down the stairs. “But remember, I get front seat in the car on the way back from Sir-bore-a-lots Castle.”
“I really wish you wouldn’t call my therapy group that.” My older sister Claire moaned as she sat down in the driver’s seat of her dusty old station wagon. My brother Jason was already occupying the front seat as usual, which meant I was left with the back seat.
“Why do I even have to come to this stupid place?” I said sulkily.
“Because,” replied Claire, “Triedel Majoria said she wanted to met the whole family”
“Well what about Mum and Dad, why aren’t they being dragged along to this?”
“Oh Whit, would you just shut up about it OK, not amount of arguing is going to get you out of doing this.” For a moment I was rather stunned. Jason rarely talked, and when he did, it was never more than a few words, but he had managed a whole sentence! Aside from Claire’s car repeated farting noises, the rest of the car ride was silent. No one ever really knew what to say after Jason had spoken; it was a very effective method of making everyone shut up. Finally the car came to a stop and Claire unbuckled her seatbelt. Jason and I were quick to follow suit. Claire was a very impatient person, and could easily blow her top if you stalled for too long. As I rose up out of the car I allowed myself to take a look at my surrounding. A Target store was situated right in front of our car, and to the left of it, a shoe store. Claire quickly started walking through and alleyway beside Target. Before long I found myself outside a small, dark building. The windows, or window, I should say was covered in newspaper. I must admit this did not look like the kind of place people went to for therapy. Claire pushed open the door and motioned for us all to go inside. I must say that the creativity the building lacked on the outside, it certainly made up for on the inside. The interior of the building consisted of a single light hanging from the roof. It was a lacy kind of light, yet it had a strange simplicity about the. The walls were painted a deep purple to the extent they were almost black. All around the room, obscured paintings hung from the walls. I cannot even begin to describe. The floor was covered in simple floor boards, speckled with tables and chairs. Out the front of the room there was a stage with deep red curtains.
“Welcome Claire, I am so glad you could come. These must be your siblings, Jackson and umm… oh.. Wendy wasn’t it?” I was suddenly jerked awake, back into conciseness when I saw a woman with jet black hair greeting us. She stuck out a bony, wrinkled hand, as if she was expecting me to shake it
“I’m sorry,” I said coldly, “I don’t shake hands with people who torture themselves by not visiting the beauty parlour once in a while.

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

So i kind of have a little work out schedule. Let me know what you think and what i should add or move since im not that good at stuff like this. Im just trying to get tone, lose fat and just get in shape.

Mondays: I wanna run. I was thinking a medium jog for 45 minutes.
Then do lunges with a 20lb dumbbell in each hand. 15 reps. Then do calf rises on edge of stairs or curb. Not sure of how many reps. (should i do more than 1 set)

Tuesdays: I wanna work more upper body. I have 2 20lb dumbbells. And those rubber bands that you can curl and stuff. And i have a pull up bar. I wanna do push ups, crunches and whatever i can with what i have. Oh and those tricep dips you do at the end of like chairs or beds.

(I was thinking of doing mondays workout wendesday, then tuesdays workout thursday and so on. But with a saturday break or sunday) But let me know what i can do for tuesdays and what reps and sets are good and stuff. ill give best answer to whoever let me email them privately to give me tips more in detail. thanks., if it matters im 14 turning 15 in a month. Cant do many pull ups or curl that good with the dumbbells i have. Thanks

My husband moved on the other side of the united state to get a new job and just left me all alone for almost a year. When he finally moved me to our new location, he immediately told me that he wanted to talk to other woman, and to experience life alone. He was always gone with his friends, walked away when ever I cried, or wanted to talk.

He suddenly moved out and got a house in his name. He left me at our apt there with no money, so I had to beg to move in with him until I could find a job. A month later he stated that he wanted to stay together, but he was different. My husband goes to a bars or his friend’s house and come home from work drunk every night. He stays in his private man cave (family room) with the door closed. Then he takes a shower, gets in the bed without one word, and turns his back to me every single night. He is never interested in sex, but if he is and I say no. He gets extremely angry with me. I am not allowed to complain, or he will hit the wall right next to me, and push me.

Not long ago, he dragged me down the stairs upside down like a dead animal to the car. He said that he was going to drop me off in the middle of nowhere. In addition, it was raining, thirty degrees outside with fifty mile an hour winds. I did not even have a coat or shoes on. It left large black bruises, two black eyes, a damaged shoulder, and hand. I was to scared to call the police because I would end up on the streets in the cold weather with no money. Shelters were all full, I checked.

What hurts me the most is that he does not care that I am sick and in pain already. The doctor told me as soon as arrived that I needed surgery immediately or I would lose my breast. He said that he would work overtime to save the eight thousand dollars that I needed for my surgery. Instead he has spent double that on buying furniture, flat screen TV’s, a pool table, a snow board, show boots, eight pair of tennis shoes, and hundreds of other things. He has not saved a penny for my surgery. He recently told me that it is my responsibility not his.

I have looked for a job to escape this abuse for six months. I haven’t received one yet. I do not have family at all. I am all alone in this world, which makes me cry every single day from the way he treats me.