My husband and I are having an issue as to how to handle our friend’s children when they come to our home. We have no children and are not planning to have any. Many of our friends have kids and bring them along when they come to visit. Most of our friend’s kids are very well behaved but there is one couple friend of ours whose son is just awful. He will not listen to anything. His mom carries those mini chocolate bars in her purse and is giving them to him constantly while he is in our living room. He then proceeds to wipe his chocolate covered fingers all over our furniture. He plays our Wii all the time and holds the remote like two inches from the screen and doesn’t wear the wrist band (he has almost broken our television doing this). Last week, they came over and he was playing with an expensive vase that had been a gift from my grandmother. His mom didn’t say anything so I asked him to please put the vase down so he gave me this look and then dropped it on the floor; shattering it into a million pieces (btw, he’s 3) and his mom just looked over at me and said "Oops; sorry". My husband said something to her about it and she got totally offended and said "That’s just the way kids are; if you had any, you would know that". She told my husband that we are not supposed to be "parenting" her son. I didn’t think we were but are we not allowed to make rules in our own home? When we go to others’ homes, we follow their house rules and behave respectfully. Now, my question is; were we in the wrong here?

4.A large furniture store has begun a new ad campaign on local television. Before the campaign, the long-term average daily sales were ,819. A random sample of 40 days during the new ad campaign gave a sample mean daily sale average of x(bar) = ,910. Does this indicate that the population mean daily sales are now more than ,819? Use a 1% level of significance. Assume o(theta) = 17.
please provide ways in which you got the answer

In this article she is quoted as saying:
"I find it aesthetically displeasing to watch a very, very fat person simply walk across a room — just like I’d find it distressing if I saw a very drunk person stumbling across a bar or a heroine [sic] addict slumping in a chair."
"I think I’d be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other… because I’d be grossed out if I had to watch them doing anything."

Read the full article here:

http://www.marieclaire.com/sex-love/dating-blog/overweight-couples-on-television

Very classy Ms. Kelly. Very classy.
I should have known this question was over the heads of the YA community. I swear, if your question is not about Lady Gaga no one answers.

"So anyway, yes, I think I’d be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other … because I’d be grossed out if I had to watch them doing anything. To be brutally honest, even in real life, I find it aesthetically displeasing to watch a very, very fat person simply walk across a room — just like I’d find it distressing if I saw a very drunk person stumbling across a bar or a heroine addict slumping in a chair."

Read the whole article here:

http://www.marieclaire.com/sex-love/dating-blog/overweight-couples-on-television

If someone built a television "set" museum, where you can see recreations of sets from popular television shows, would you go see it?
Imagine being able to sit on the couch in Central Perk from Friends or Archie Bunker’s chair or Norm’s bar stool from Cheers or walking through Jerry Seinfeld’s apartment door just like Kramer or tripping over the ottoman in the Petrie’s house or visit Grandpa Munster’s lab.
I think it would be fun. Anyone else agree with me? What set would you like to visit?

My wife is always in the mood. Moisture never departs her. She is a leading manufacturer of female lubrication.

But it takes a clip of Screech, from Saved by the Bell, to make her orgasm. Sometimes we start our connection in the kitchen, or on the stairs, or by the fireplace, or in the swing, but when she wants to get her orgasm, we have to go to our bedroom, where the DVD player is.

We have a water bed, so I bought a queening stool. She gets in the stool and raises her rump high in the air. But before I get back there and plunge into her, I have to turn the television on and get the remote for her.

It’s humiliating. The clip lasts five seconds, but she’s designed the clip to replay itself over and over. It’s a scene where Screech gives Lisa (the black girl) a kiss on the cheek.

And that’s it. After about a minute of watching the clip run over and over, she drizzles out a triumphant orgasm.

Are any other women this way?

Imagine you have just arrived home, their is a flood in your home and it is 0.5meters deep, what is damaged?

Imagine your house is like so:
You open your door and your in the kitchen, a large wooden table, a fish tank on a counter by your side with a television nearby. Stools surrounding the wooden table. A counter round the back of the kitchen, with a sink, dishwasher, washing machine, and fridge. Next to the frige is the oven. What would be damaged? Through the door into the next room is the living room. A television, blue leather sofa and recliner. Plug sockets. What’s damaged?

If your house was flooded 0.5 meters in depth, what objects would be damaged?

I know its about Jonas Brothers, but i’ll change it later. I was obsessed with them when I began writing this. I’ve written several of these, so please tell me what you think! Basically its about a girl whose best friends with the Jonas Brothers and her parents die. I’ll post more later…

I flipped the television remote over and over in my hands repeatedly.
Mum walked in the room and sat on the couch, going through her handbag.
“What are you going to do today, sweetie?”
I shrugged.
“Something will come up. I think I’m babysitting Frankie. I’ll go over soon.”
“Okay. Well. I’m working till 7. Your father is working till 9. I’ll pick up some dinner on my way home. So I’ll see you tonight, baby.”
I nodded and smiled.
“Sounds good.”
“Bye Hannah. I love you.”
She kissed my cheek and opened the door.
“Love you too.”
I heard the car pull out of the driveway and I stared at the figures on the screen.

Oh hi. Someone’s reading this. I’m Hannah Fraser. I’m a sixteen year old that lives in California. Next door lives my friends, the Jonas Brothers. Well, I hardly refer to them as that. Usually, it’s just the Jonas family. My parents have been best friends with the Jonas parents since they all went to high school together. Ever since then, our families have been inseparable. Denise and Paul, the parents, have four children. Kevin, Joe, Nick and Frankie. Kevin’s 21, Joe’s 18, Nick’s 16 and Frankie’s 8. They’re my best friends. It’s funny. Nick and I have literally known each other since birth. We have the same birth date. Our parents had us in the same hospitals. Joe and Kevin have been in my life forever. I can’t remember anything without them in it.
And Frankie. Well he’s the little brother I never had. The Jonas’ are practically family. Now we live next door to each other.

I looked at the clock. 9.30. Kevin might be up. I switched the TV off and headed to the Jonas house. The hot air hit my face the minute I walked outside. If Kevin hasn’t put the air con on, I’ll tackle him.
I reached the house and opened the door. Denise and Paul were sitting on the couch, Frankie on the floor with some Lego.
“Hey Hannah. How are you sweetheart?” Denise smiled and stood up.
“Hi Denise. I’m good. Aren’t the boys up?”
“No. You can wake them though.”
I shook my head.
“Hey Paul.”
“Hi Hannah. How’d you sleep?”
“Good thanks.”
I sat beside Frankie on the floor, and he jumped in my lap.
After ten minutes of building towers with Frankie, Denise and Paul came into the room.
“Well Hannah, we’re taking Frankie down to the shops. We’ll probably be back in two or three hours. Might grab some lunch. Do you wanna come?” Denise looked around for her bag.
I looked at her.
“Um. No thanks. I’ll hang here until one of the boys get up. Frankie, you leave the Lego. I’ll pack it up.”
Denise smiled as Frankie ran to her and Paul.
“Thanks, sweetheart. You’re a doll. We’ll be back then. Tell the boys when they get up.”
I nodded.
“Sure thing.”
They left and I packed up the Lego.
What was the time? Almost ten past ten.
I ran up the stairs and opened Joe’s door.
Joe was practically my best friend. Nick and Kevin were my best friends too, but I was closest to Joe.
He was slumped over his bed, snoring lightly.
His dark hair had fallen over his eyes, and his blue blanket had fallen off him.
Joe’s computer was still on. I’d finished talking to him on AIM at about eleven last night; I guessed he hadn’t gone to bed as early as me.
I walked to him, wondering how I should wake him.
“Joe.” I shook his shoulder and he snored louder. “Joe! Come on!” I shook him harder and he snored louder and louder.
“Ugh!” I said, making a crying noise.
Then an idea hit me. I went straight to Frankie’s room and stepped through the mess of toys.
“Yes!” I said as I picked up the blow horn. “Perfect.”
As I entered Joe’s room, I pressed the button on the horn firmly.
Joe shot up and blocked his ears.
“Good. You’re up.”
Joe threw his head back and wiped his eyes.
He sighed and I sat next to him.
“What time did you go to bed? God. You look like a zombie.”
Joe glared at me.
“What happened to a gentle wake up?” He complained.
“I did try to wake you but you snored really loud! So come on and get up. I’m bored.”
Joe stood up, grabbing my hand.
We went down to the kitchen and I slid into one of the kitchen stools.
“Are you hungry, little miss?” Joe asked.
“Nah. I’m good. What time did you stay up till last night?”
“Only about 11.30. It was boring without having you to talk to. Holy crap. It’s hot in here.”
He put some juice on the bench and slipped his shirt off.
“We need air con.” Joe grabbed the remote and pressed a button. “Hannah.”
I looked at him.
“What?”
He pressed another button.
“It won’t turn on.”
“Press the big red button that says on.”
“Right. I knew that.”
He pressed the right button and the beeping noise signalled it was on.
The rest of the day was average, kind of boring actually.
For god friggin sake, I said that I’m changing the friggin Jonas Brothers thing! I’m not even a fan of the Jonas Brothers any more, I used to be and I couldn’t bother changing the names yet. So what, if its Jonas Brothers though, that has nothing to do with my writing style or how I write a story. If you are gonna say something just about Jonas Brothers then don’t bother even com menting because I will report you. Now F*** off you Jonas Brother haters because you have nothing better to do.

I know that there are barracks/dorms, but what are these like? Will I be rooming with someone and if so, how many people? Do we share everything? Is everything as far as furniture, food, and basic living necessities (i.e. kitchen, bathroom) all provided? What about internet access and computers, television and stereo? Any help and answers here are appreciated. 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 brother and I made this huge "comforter over the backs of the chairs" kind of fort thing in our living room yesterday, but we think it needs a little more "zing" on the inside. We already have a small library, a music area, a spot by the television that we like to call the "gameroom", a place to sleep (of course), a little spot for some of our stuffed animals to hang out in (hey, I know you have some, too!), and a snack-bar-looking-thing. I know that probably sounds like a lot already, but if anyone has any more suggestions to that, they would be extremely appreciated!!!