Grey Gardens Q&A

Apologies for the length of this post. Four weeks ago, prior to commencement of approved build of porch outside our home, we contacted Symology, as instructed by Council. Symology advised us that they contact all Utility Companies on our behalf, who then in turn, have 10 days to get back to us to provide us with maps or advise if their equiment is in the area, as they have a responsibility to try and protect their plant. After 3 weeks had passed, most Utilities had been in touch with us, except for BT. We phoned Symologyabout this, they advised that BT don't always get back in writing and that we had given the proper notification and that the onus was on the Utilities Companies to get back to us with detail . We have paperwork from Cable and Wireless saying "not affected". My problem, and so sorry for being long winded, is that despite our builder being very careful, he disturbed and broke the outside underground cable. Openreach arrived today confirmed a new line has to be installed from the manhole back into our house and thereafter internaly around door frames. ( The "damaged line" is under our extension foundations ,as we could not stop the concrete pour that was going on at the time). The manhole is on the footpath directly outside our home, about 15ft away, with our garden wall separating the footpath from our garden, engineer confirmed they would have to go under this wall as well. Shorterm, hubby currently plugging business router into the Virgin system, but its not ideal on the long term. Would you say it is our responsibility to pay for the works to be carried out and any idea as to what the cost may be , gulp? Or is there at least some responsibility with Cable and Wireless ,who advised us"not affected". and then there is BT who did not contact us at all . ps there was no junction boxes outside the home, the cable was underground (grey and round). LOL No haven't admitted full responsibility, but he wasn't a village idiot either as he could clearly see where the cable ran to and the "fresh" build work. Meant to add ,it was Cable and Wireless who installed the business line to us (couple of years ago), on behalf of the Company that my husband works for. We have always had Virgin for our broadband, tv and phone, cables for which, run at the opposite side of the house.

i have a white plastic bench which looks really grey,have tried everything i can to clean it but it still looks dirty,can i use some kind of paint on it and if i do wil i be able to sit on it.

i have a 2 year old male cat named poncho. i got him from a litter of cats from my friend. he has grown to be a beautiful grey cat. recently, he broke his back right paw. that was more than 8 months ago. about two weeks ago, my neighbor told me he was fighting with a stray. he has a scratch on his eye and nose. i took him to the vet and they said he would be okay but i needed to vring him bacl in a week. poncho went crazy when i tried getting him in the carrier. he went through his cat door to the garden and started running himself intothe pool, then the fence, and when he tried to hit the grill, he turned and hit the paw he had broken. he fell and looked like he was having a seizure! i immediatley wrapped him in a towel called the vet and took him. Hes in a cast again but wont eat help?

He is a little old man, short and kinda chubby, still has a lot of hair for his age even though it's grey, wears windsor glasses that have snapped and been taped back up in the middle,l that enjoys writing and gardening, he writes in his little shed at the back of his garden, he has a picture of his wife he kisses every morning and night, she died 3 years earlier, he has two grandchildren, A girl and a boy he has over every Friday night and all of Saturday, BUT HE DOESN'T HAVE A SURNAME :P any suggestions?

Just tell me what you think. Grammars off because Im on my phone. Also, would first person be better? ********* Thalia shrank down in her seat as her mothers toyota carolla pulled into the immaculate gardens of Maryfield Prep. She reached down and played with her backpack, the soft grey fur of totoro comforting her. Anime was like a drug, she thought, taking a strand of brown hair and chewing on it. She certainly loved the japanese art, with her wallet, pencil case and backpack all designed to look like totoro from the anime "my neighbour totoro". She knew she'd stick out here- it was a school for the talented offspring of geniuses, and she'd only gotten in through scholarship.Besides, with her dad, and her older sister, it would be worse. Urgh, this WOULD be hard.

It was already autumn and the enthralling trees that stood up tall and golden now began to shed to reveal the shiny bronze coat underneath. It was strange, those trees. They seemed to be wearing different coats depending on the seasons. The branches swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the winds that traveled from the eastern mountains. The trees wore gold during spring and summer, bronze during autumn, and silver during winter. Each season would begin only when these majestic trees revealed the next color. When a hint of bronze or silver was found, you would be certain the season had changed. The branches stretched long and thin and the leaves, being huge and tear-shaped, would sway with the wind until they silently fell to the ground. No one noticed these little things. No one cared because it was a yearly routine such as the marsberry bell flowers that rang during the summer. Those golden leaves would fall and get crushed by the careless of feet. This was when the fun began. The leaves would cringle like paper since they were flat enough to write on, and thin enough to tear. These leaves would turn to sand. Golden sand. Silver sand. Bronze sand. This sand was all that mattered and all that seemed mesmerizing in the land. All year long the sand would change until there was a mixture. The wind would blow that mixture along the sky, caring it up to the heavens. It was a beautiful land all on its own. The grass rose up tall and high where it was permitted and was cut short enough in some areas to be used as a rug. It was green everywhere the eyes could see, except for the path that stretched out far across the terrestrial environment. The hills made the place feel all the more magical. And that is because it was. And is. It was almost always sunny with a small breeze. Then, in the winter, the white silvery snow would come falling with a soft splat, forming a thin clear, slippery floor to walk upon. All the seasons were wonderful and different in a unique way. The sky had its own part in the season changes. During the spring the heavens would change to a bright yellow, providing warmth to the creatures mother nature created. When the season changed to summer, the sky changed its color to a mysterious light green, providing birth. The sky would change to a mystifying purple, providing reassurance. Lastly, the sky would change its color to a deep blue, providing comfort. It was what mother nature had intended. Nature responded at the exact time. If the trees began to shed to reveal its bronze color, one could be sure that the color above them had changed to a purple. This was the way of life in the land. In one of the most wonderful places in the land, stretched along the mixture of colors of the hills that overlooked the sea, stood a magnificent palace. Being a beige color, the palace seemed a glowing star from far away, and in a sense it was, being the home of the land. A long grey-bricked bridge connected the main land to a small, but magnificent island. Brick after brick was stacked up to create the fortress. Once one crossed the enormous bridge decorated with white stone statues of heroic individuals holding long blades or bows, one would walk into a courtyard before standing in front of the humongous brown door that was decorated with the history of the land. It was said that the door had magic in itself, since it was made with the wood from the tree of Saecula. Each year a different carving would form, sometimes even before its time. However, only a handful was able to interpret such carvings. Baskets of flowers hung along the ceiling of the walk-around balconies and fountains sprang up in the corners. Vines stretched out their long stems to wrap around the long engraved columns that supported the terraces. One could stare for hours at the fountains, observing the different colors that sprang from it. The courtyard in back of the palace was odd. This was called the Garden of Enchantment. Walls stretched out high in order to border the strange force that was inside. The walls were not ordinary. They moved. They slithered. They thought. Dark green vines moved with such strangeness that it seemed to have a mind of its own, as if it were an animal. These were the Vines of Fatum, a mysterious plant that could not get rid of in any way. Try burning it and sparks would form as if having the flames reflected. Try cutting it with a diamond ditcher dragger, the sharp blade would crack. The courtyard was seemingly vacant for its mysterious atmosphere. In order to get inside, one would walk straight into the wall, having one’s body fall onto the other side. Not many have experienced the wonders beyond the wall. These vines showed one’s destiny.

Before you ask the question "what is a conifer seed bug?" Um hello, if you live in western Canada or America. You perhaps see this bug everyday and just named it the wrong name, and named it a "stink bug" when you saw it. Most people I know who don't know much about bugs call conifer seed bugs "stink bugs" but they are NOT really named "stink bugs" Even though conifer seed bugs smell a whole lot worse than real stink bugs... Real stink bugs are those shorter pretty looking grey and green beetles that have bright green bellies. And they usually hang around peoples gardens. They look very harmless and also don't smell that bad, maybe a little strong. But they don't smell that bad at all. Conifer Seed Bugs are just those big, long, nasty, hideous looking, brown shelled beetles that most people see everyday and also name them "stink bugs" by mistake. They also have golden orange bellies and they usually hang around peoples window sills on a hot summer day. When ever they fly they look just like wasps and also sound just like wasps as well. (Ring a bell yet?) They are also too horrible to even look at, let alone smell. Every time I smell a conifer seed bug I just want to vomit! they are a real pest too. They don't ever bite, (even though they sure look like they can) but they will always just try to crawl into your house and fly all over your room until they crash into you by mistake get scared and then spray you! Both stink bugs and conifer seed bugs also have a weird looking symbol or something on their shells that kind of look the same though. I was just wondering what you think about these two bugs? if you ever seen them around your area before. What is your opinion about them? As you can see I don't mind real stink bugs, but I HATE conifer seed bugs! those things just give me nightmares :(

I don't get it. It's no mystery that woman have freaky sexual fantasies, and sex drives just as high, if not higher than most men. Common knowledge of such was especially the case after the release of Nancy Friday's "My Secret Garden." Though I haven't read it, from what I've heard, "MSG" makes "50 Shades of Grey" look like a children's book, as it totally shattered many men's skweaky-clean image of some of the most conservative type women. Unless I'm missing something, I don't see what all the hype's about. Perhaps someone can enlighten me.

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I found gray tiny bugs in my bed, night stands, and window seal. When I say tiny I mean you can't tell if they have legs, wings. They did not jump. Me nor my husband have a rash or bit marks.. I sprayed flea killer on them and that did kill them. I sprayed down the whole house, washed all linens, whipped down all hard surfaces. I am a very clean person and I have OCD when it comes to my house so I don't see how it could be bed bugs. PLEASE help this is so disturbing and nasty!!!! Oh I was however in my garden this week starting everything up if that helps....

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So I got 4 chIckens today pure breeds and ready to lay eggs so hens. Two of them are the same breed and the smallest then there is a very large grey and white one who is the most dominant and one other one who is average sized and black. The biggest grey and white one won't let the two smallest chickens eat when she's eating. They have a chicken cooP which I built with my dad. It does not have much room for th chickens to move about so tomorrow we are going to fence off a good size of our garden to let them roam around safely but why won't the largest hen let the other ones eat and drink. They always have to hide in the actual sleeping area when she is around. Our garden is one hectare btw so space won't be a problem. Why is she so dominant and how do I make her accePt the two smaller ones She is fine with the black one btw and so are the other two smaller chickens

Hello, I live in Somerset NJ. Our house is set on 2 acre's, on a very busy road. I would say its mostly that red clay/ brick and shale. type dirt. We have a variety of trees like Oak, Pine, Maple, And not to sure about a few of them. But The people who built the house were big into gardening. So there's lots of different breeds of plants and shrubs / flowers. But within the last 2 years 5 out of 15 pine trees have just dried up and died. Along with a very cool looking tree that blooms these big beautiful white flowers. Ohh I think one of the trees that also died is a poplar and another has that grey almost white bark with dark black limbs. I think I found the culprit killing a couple trees in my back yard. My neighbor has a pretty large Hysteria tree/bush that has these vines that come off it and wrap all around the trees growing next to it and kill it. Well thats what it looked like to me & when I cut these vines a couple bushes and trees did come back to life. I can't believe how severe of a problem I had with this Hysteria tree/bush. Some of the vines (Could I use runners instead of vines) Some of the runners are over 1 & Half " thick. And I mean theres lots of them going a long distance to the trees on the other side of the property. We've lived here 8 years and I never trimmed these runners. I didn't even notice them until things started dying. My biggest concern is I have a rather LARGE either oak or maple tree in my back and front yard. (They lose there leaves every year and have large green leaves with a strong stem. These two trees are showing signs in different parts that there dying. Constantly loosing smalll limbs and branches. (Real pain in the A$$ to maintain. winter into spring & summer into fall. So many twigs and branches. But they are beautiful so there worth it. They've got to be over 75 years old, The one's truck is about 3' wide and the other 2& half ' wide. And after this winter broke a large pine tree that died in my front yard snapped in half in moderate wind. (God must have been looking out for us, Cause I just put my F150 pick up, up for sale. I parked it in the front yard Just behind the tree but in full view of the street. The top half of the tree that snapped FLEW OVER THE pickup only receiving slight scratches on the tail gate from a branch. But I mean it flew over the pickup. bye all rights it should of fell right on the pick up.. But thank god it didn't. Any way sorry to run on here some other important facts are we are starting to see a lot of termites. There even starting to show up in our house, but they always seem sick wehn we see them. Like they don't act as they normally would. I've got a tree not far from the house that is dead on the bottom but has live limbs coming off the top of the 8' stump and the limbs make it a huge tree. But the dead part clearly shows termite holes. Our front yard is usually wet because of the way the water runs through the conduit. I also have fungus and mushrooms growing on the base of the large oak/ maple in the front. The backyard is much more dry. but when it rains it becomes saturated.. I"m sorry this is all over the place. I rushing due to kids and wife ready to go out. BUt need help trying to save my trees or at least figure out whats wrong. Could termites cause this quick of damage? Thank you so much for your time. Anthony . . I thank you all for your replies! I didn't know tree's died from old age. I thought they lived for ever, or until cut down..... Never really gave it much though. They probably are dying from old age. The pine trees are all at least 40' - 60' tall. with 2 of them possibly a little higher. I was just getting nervous seeing all these dying trees. And after the battle I had with the Mysteria I started getting really worried. lol I'm telling ya, I swear the growth on this thing is almost like u see in a Scifi movie. I couldn't help but feel the thing knew I was there chopping it up, and it was going to send runners to tie me up like it did everything growing around it. I kept tripping over the runners, and If I didn't know better the leaves would dance as if laughing. lol But dying from old age really fits...now that I think about it, and know they can. Its really interesting and sad at the same time. Thank you for all your help. As for the front ya

Loneliness. The common man would dwell on this. Yet I welcome these feelings of loneliness and superficial sorrow, for I prepare for eternity. Not eternity, but a century rather. I shall walk the streets of this world like a poor man. As I walk down the lonely highways, I will carry this sack of burden upon my shoulder. I will carry this burden within me, much like a pregnant woman carries a child. Yet, I will not carry this burden within my diaphragm, but within my heart, and my mind. Reality covers me, much like snow covers a quiet meadow, in entirety. As this harsh reality sets in, I am paralyzed. I refuse to sleep, but it is not the nightmares of the mind that I fear so, but the nightmare of death itself. For sleep is nothing more than death in disguise. This world, that once seemed so large, now seems small. Like a growing child, my crib now seems so confining. I feel entrapped. I try to escape, but I am surrounded by these walls of life. These worn, gray walls. Reality, like a ship on the ocean floor, slowly sinks in, deeper as each hour passes. And like an old flower begins to wilt, as do I. And like a flower, I will shrivel, and become fragile with age. And as the warm summer wind blows, this once fragrant flower breaks and falls, to the cold, hard Earth. And as night sets upon this garden of life, the flower is consumed by the darkness of night. And this darkness will consume us all. This darkness I welcome, even if begrugingly. This long begotten friend, I welcome.

As I walked down the street with a million thoughts running through my head, it occurred to me, he might not even live here anymore. If he did, he'd probably have moved on with his life, have a decent job and a decent girlfriend, he might not even want to know me. "But that's ok, I'll still love him" I told myself. I had to see him, I needed more than the memories that faded over time. Without them, I had nothing. I rounded the corner and the back of his house came into view, one side of the tree-house had collapsed, the wood splintered and the paintwork faded and cracked. The hedge was overgrown and untidy and the grass needed cut. The muddy football boots and trainers were missing from the back door, the place looked sad and neglected. I clung on to the picture of him in my head, his dark blue eyes, defined cheekbones and his messy brown hair. Some of the details became slightly blurred over time, like his scent, his smile, the way he tilted his head to one side when he was thinking. His voice, I couldn't remember exactly how it sounded, his soft Irish lilt used to give me goosebumps but it had been so long since I'd heard it. On approach to the front garden my breath caught in my throat. Like the back, the garden was a mess, the flower beds were obscured by weeds and the grass reached my knees. His stepdad had been a keen gardener, I really was beginning to worry that he didnt live here. A small single-storey extension had been added to the side of the house where the driveway used to be, it was fairly new as a layer of dust and sand covered the ground. Perhaps the most noticeable difference was the large metal ramp that ran from the door to where the front gate should have been. This wasn't his house. I forced myself to breathe steadily, perhaps the new occupant would know where he was now? Maybe they would have a contact number or an address or something, anything. The sound of my footsteps on the ramp echoed loudly, making my heart hammer furiously in my chest, keeping my breaths even, I rang the doorbell. I prayed silently for him to come to the door, for him to smile in surprise and invite me in. I'd missed his cheeky confidence and his quick sense of humour. He'd open the door and make some smart comment about me taking my time, I'd answer back and soon we'd be laughing and cracking jokes just like old times. So much for my prayers, I never believed in god anyway. After what seemed an eternity, I heard shuffling feet approaching. A dog began barking and pawing at the door, making a screeching sound as it's paws scraped against the plastic. The key turned in the lock, I forced a smile onto my face as the door swung open. The large golden retriever rushed forwards, sniffing frantically at my feet, then wagging his tail excitedly. He remembered! The last time I'd seen him he was only a puppy, this meant he was here, Sammy was his dog. His stepdad stood in the doorway almost exactly how I'd remembered him, he was balding now and going grey. He had more of a belly and the lines on his forehead and around his mouth said that he'd aged more than the two years I'd been gone. He wore the same faded slippers and patient smile, nothing fazed him, it never had. I drew a deep breath, "Hi, is Luke around?" If he was shocked, he masked it well. I'm not sure the same could be said for me, my hands were trembling as I rubbed behind Sammy's ears and the smile on my face felt awkward and fake. "Come in AJ, don't just hover on the doorstep" I met his gaze and grinned. Those were the exact words he said to me the night Luke had brought me to meet his family. I stepped inside and his stepdad nodded towards the front room "He's in there" before shuffling down the hall way to the kitchen, Sammy at his side. The door to the front room was slightly ajar and it made no sound as I opened it. The scene that met me was like a sickening punch to the gut. Rooted to the spot, my body went cold. The sitting room hadn't changed much, there was still ductape over a tear in the sofa from when Sammy was a puppy. The same floral curtains that didn't match the otherwise plain room. The same tv but again, the lack of DVDs and games piled untidily next to it and the general tidiness of the place gave it an emptiness that left me feeling lost. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears as I forced my self to remain calm despite my quickening pulse. I felt naughty, uninvited; like I had walked in on something very private. My face burned and my breath formed a tiny gasp, my mask of calm wavering for a split second. So there you go :) What are your thoughts on it? How should I improve? Is it any good? Also, after reading this, what do you think my story is about? Thanks! :)

The black and grey is just a little smaller than the length of my forearm and is positioned on the inner part. I'm doing a scene from the garden of eden. I always pictured my arm looking like a paradise with vibrant greens, and the roots and trunk of the tree of knowledge of good and bad covering the forearm. Someone said it might look great as a black and grey but i don't know what to do. HELP

Tell me what you think? Constructive criticism welcome :) As I walked down the street with a million thoughts running through my head, it occurred to me, he might not even live here anymore. If he did, he'd probably have moved on with his life, have a decent job and a decent girlfriend, he might not even want to know me. "But that's ok, I'll still love him" I told myself. I had to see him, I needed more than the memories that faded over time. Without them, I had nothing. I rounded the corner and the back of his house came into view, one side of the tree-house had collapsed, the wood splintered and the paintwork faded and cracked. The hedge was overgrown and untidy and the grass needed cut. The muddy football boots and trainers were missing from the back door, the place looked sad and neglected. I clung on to the picture of him in my head, his dark blue eyes, defined cheekbones and his messy brown hair. Some of the details became slightly blurred over time, like his scent, his smile, the way he tilted his head to one side when he was thinking. His voice, I couldn't remember exactly how it sounded, his soft Irish lilt used to give me goosebumps but it had been so long since I'd heard it. On approach to the front garden my breath caught in my throat. Like the back, the garden was a mess, the flower beds were obscured by weeds and the grass reached my knees. His stepdad had been a keen gardener, I really was beginning to worry that he didnt live here. A small single-storey extension had been added to the side of the house where the driveway used to be, it was fairly new as a layer of dust and sand covered the ground. Perhaps the most noticeable difference was the large metal ramp that ran from the door to where the front gate should have been. This wasn't his house. I forced myself to breathe steadily, perhaps the new occupant would know where he was now? Maybe they would have a contact number or an address or something, anything. The sound of my footsteps on the ramp echoed loudly, making my heart hammer furiously in my chest, keeping my breaths even, I rang the doorbell. I prayed silently for him to come to the door, for him to smile in surprise and invite me in. I'd missed his cheeky confidence and his quick sense of humour. He'd open the door and make some smart comment about me taking my time, I'd answer back and soon we'd be laughing and cracking jokes just like old times. So much for my prayers, I never believed in god anyway. After what seemed an eternity, I heard shuffling feet approaching. A dog began barking and pawing at the door, making a screeching sound as it's paws scraped against the plastic. The key turned in the lock, I forced a smile onto my face as the door swung open. The large golden retriever rushed forwards, sniffing frantically at my feet, then wagging his tail excitedly. He remembered! The last time I'd seen him he was only a puppy, this meant he was here, Sammy was his dog. His stepdad stood in the doorway almost exactly how I'd remembered him, he was balding now and going grey. He had more of a belly and the lines on his forehead and around his mouth said that he'd aged more than the two years I'd been gone. He wore the same faded slippers and patient smile, nothing fazed him, it never had. I drew a deep breath, "Hi, is Luke around?" If he was shocked, he masked it well. I'm not sure the same could be said for me, my hands were trembling as I rubbed behind Sammy's ears and the smile on my face felt awkward and fake. "Come in AJ, don't just hover on the doorstep" I met his gaze and grinned. Those were the exact words he said to me the night Luke had brought me to meet his family. I stepped inside and his stepdad nodded towards the front room "He's in there" before shuffling down the hall way to the kitchen, Sammy at his side. The door to the front room was slightly ajar and it made no sound as I opened it. The scene that met me was like a sickening punch to the gut. Rooted to the spot, my body went cold. The sitting room hadn't changed much, there was still ductape over a tear in the sofa from when Sammy was a puppy. The same floral curtains that didn't match the otherwise plain room. The same tv but again, the lack of DVDs and games piled untidily next to it and the general tidiness of the place gave it an emptiness that left me feeling lost. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears as I forced my self to remain calm despite my quickening pulse. I felt naughty, uninvited; like I had walked in on something very private. My face burned and my breath formed a tiny gasp, my mask of calm wavering for a split second. Oops! I forgot to paste that last bit in :p If you want to know a bit of the plot/context in which the scene is taking place just ask. Thanks :) I could hear the blood pounding in my ears as I forced my self to remain calm despite my quickening pulse. I felt naughty, uninvited; like I had walked in on something very private. My face burned and my breath formed a tiny gasp, my mask of calm wavering for a split second. Oops! I forgot to paste that last bit in :p If you want to know a bit of the plot/context in which the scene is taking place just ask. Thanks :)

1st: chordate or non-chordate 2nd: hometherm or pokliotherm 3rd: internal or External fertilization 4th: Oxygen absorptions (Lungs, gills or skin) Do it for each of there animals Wolly Mammoth Bengal Tiger Grey Squirrel Fire ant Fiddler crab Rock lobster Long-eared bat Golden eagle Atlantic salmon Common toad adder snake common frog tiger shark boa constrictor killer whale chimpanzee black rhino garden centipede northern pike common wasp brown hare thanks

Tell me if you can picture this. Once we rounded the corner the trees gradually thinned out. I was able to see a 20 foot, grey, brick wall through the thinning trees. After clearing the trees the path lead to a larger dirt road which was also surrounded by the forest. Following the road we came to a large, dark wood, weathered drawbridge that was drawn over a wide moat. I could tell the moat was deep because the water was dark enough to be considered black. As we crossed over the bridge I looked at the chains that were for raising and lowering it. The chains were thicker than my waist and disappeared into holes in the brick wall. I was speechless and wondering where the hell I was. One thing I knew for a fact was I’m far away from home. If that’s what I were to call my cell and torture chamber. I pushed the thought away, I didn’t want to remember that place. I looked up to the huge archway we were now passing under. There’s a hole at the very top of the archway and I could see the blue sky through it. There were two giant metal gates and a thick wooden door just behind them. The archway opened up and I could see hordes of people under and around cloth tents. Under each tent there were tables filled with fruits, vegetables, meats, fish, and flowers. One area had a small chicken coop where you could buy live chickens. We travel on the left side of the market area. The first shop we passed I could hear metal clanking together. A guy was putting a sword into something with a kind of fire I’ve never seen and another guy was hitting a glowing horse shoe with what looked and sounded like a very heavy hammer. The second shop had to have been a clothing store or a place to buy cloth. The third place smelled like alcohol and pipe smoke, must be a bar. A man came stumbling out and while the door was open I heard laughing, yelling, and something I hoped was a belch. I gimised, looked away, and saw that behind the shops were little old fashioned houses that ran all the way to the 20 foot wall. After we passed the bar Rueben led us through an opening in a smaller grey brick wall. That’s when I spotted the main castle. It was the same color of the walls and massive. There were windows all over in many shapes and sizes. I was too sore to look up so I was only able to see the first 3 floors of the building. Stairs lead up to a magnificent red door with golden design in the middle and on the outside edge. I looked to the right at a beautiful garden that ran along the right side of the structure and disappeared around the corner of the building. I spotted mounds of roses, tulips, daisies, daffodils, and many other flowers I didn’t know the names to. You could follow a red brick path which contained a small bridge that arched over a small rocky stream. The path lead to a white bench with green vines and small white flowers crawling all over it. Right next to the bench grew a tall apple tree with plump, green, apples almost ready to pluck. The left side of the castle was wide and open with a few trees both large and small. There were worn out paths that led to small wood doors on the castle and some lead to an old worn out horse stall. The big red doors at the front of the castle opened up as Rueben dismounted his horse. An old man with grey hair came running out the door. He bowed to Rueben, grabbed the rope around the horse’s neck, and quickly lead it towards the stalls. Niles waited for Rueben to come help me of the horse then dismounted also. As Rueben carried me up the steps Niles led his horse to the stalls. We entered the doors and I was yet again in awe of the beauty of this place. We were in a wide hall with maroon cloth tied to bricks that stood further out on the walls. I bet if you untied them you would have to walk through curtain after curtain until you came to the magnificent staircase at the end. There were doors on each side of the wall parallel to each other. A maroon curtain separated each door. Next to the doors were torches mounted on the wall. Please tell me what you think.

There is a small warren of rabbits on the far bank of a small river flowing along the side of our garden in Lancashire, UK. They are mostly tan in colour with black tips to small ears, and black markings on the white scut at the back. They are rabbit shaped and look well fed. They don't look like leverets and run about like wild rabbits normally do. Other rabbits round here just have grey colouring. I gather hares and rabbits keep well apart, so what species can this group be?

My cat is a little bit "special", and has enough difficulty drinking water, never mind properly grooming herself. She enjoys rolling around in the dust and dirt in our garden outside, and comes in with her white fur turned grey, and will stay that way for days. I love her and she is great in the bath (she doesn't exactly enjoy it, but never scratches or jumps out), but I don't know how often I can bathe her without destroying her skin. I use pet shampoo, and at the moment I bathe her every few months. I'd like to be able to bathe her every 1-2 weeks, but I don't know if this is excessive. My other cats have no problems keeping themselves clean, but this one has a high-functioning mental disability so far as I can tell, as she is constantly drooling and occasionally half-drowns in her water bowl, among other things.

i have a cat who lives at our old house, because my mom's boyfriend (NOT MY DAD) hates my cat. Anyways, she just had her kittens yesterday, six of them, IN A CHURCH GARDEN, which i'm happy that she had them, but he isn't. this was the conversation between him, my mom and my grandma: "don't you think she has had enough already? i'm surprised she can still have any." my grandma said. then Craig (my mom's boyfriend) said"well, it's your father's fault Brandie(my mom). My mom was like "what?" and then he said : "well, when the cat jumped in your dad's car and pissed, he should of shot her." then i looked at him, and said "no, you don't do that." then my mom was like "do you do that with YOUR cats?" and then he said, "no." and i was thinking, if you don't do it with your cats, then why do it with mine? do you think this is wrong of him to say that in front of ME? the owner of the cat, who gets immensly angry if someone talks like that about my cat? also, my mom and Craig, never help my animals when they need it, and i'm too young to drive them to the vet. Like my grey-point Himalayan female cat named Crystal, that i had about 2 years ago, ran away, and my mom or Craig never bothered to put posters up for her, or look at all for her. then about a year later,we gave her brother Sisqo away to a friend. finally me and my sister, and grandma went down to the old house, and i heard meowing, then i turned around and Crystal is HOPPING towards me. I seen that she lost her paw. The bone was showing. i started to cry A LOT. we got peroxide from our house and out it on her paw everyday to keep away infections. i even bandaged it up. but, my mom or Craig never bothered to ask if she was okay or if i need any help taking care of her. then she ran away again, and i never seen her since. her brother Sisqo died a couple months ago. Their mom, was Cecilia, the cat i have now. Sisqo and Crystal had another tiny sister and another brother but they ran away too. Then when my other cats mysteriously disappeared, they never bothered to look for them. I lost almost ALL my cats, because they either got stolen or they ran away. My cat Mayface, was an intelligent, sweet cat, he looked both ways when crossing the road, some old lady stole him. His brother Clayface disappeared too. Then we had a cat who was orange and white, his name was Willy. He absolutely LOVED cheese. He was stolen too. I know where he lives now. he lives with a bunch of kids. he was inside their house when i seen him through the window when passing by. all of Cecilia's kittens ran away when they were only a couple of months old. they all looked the same. i know where 3 of them are. they are all grown up now. they are still MY cats because they don't live with anyone. another cat, Stirfry, Cecilia's brother, lives a couple houses from us. he remembers me. he visits me from time to time. what i want to know, is where could i move Cecilia's newborns, so they are not out in the cold and die like the her other litter did. the house they live at is empty, so i don't see why i can't put them in there. but i'll just get yelled at and told to keep them outside. even if i tell my mom and craig that they will die outside, they always say, "so? she has had too many kittens anyway. she'll just go and have more, like a slut."

Sorry, if you are a thinker type, you would enjoy some headache reading this, in order it may save you some heart ache...of delivering a ...3 legs baby! : Excerpt from: http://www.nytimes.com/1998/10/25/magazine/playing-god-in-the-garden.html?pagewanted=all&src=pm Danny Forsyth laid out the dismal economics of potato farming for me one sweltering morning at the coffee shop in downtown Jerome, Idaho. Forsyth, 60, is a slight blue-eyed man with a small gray ponytail; he farms 3,000 acres of potatoes, corn and wheat, and he spoke about agricultural chemicals like a man desperate to kick a bad habit. ''None of us would use them if we had any choice,'' he said glumly. I asked him to walk me through a season's regimen. It typically begins early in the spring with a soil fumigant; to control nematodes, many potato farmers douse their fields with a chemical toxic enough to kill every trace of microbial life in the soil. Then, at planting, a systemic insecticide (like Thimet) is applied to the soil; this will be absorbed by the young seedlings and, for several weeks, will kill any insect that eats their leaves. After planting, Forsyth puts down an herbicide -- Sencor or Eptam -- to ''clean'' his field of all weeds. When the potato seedlings are six inches tall, an herbicide may be sprayed a second time to control weeds. Idaho farmers like Forsyth farm in vast circles defined by the rotation of a pivot irrigation system, typically 135 acres to a circle; I'd seen them from 30,000 feet flying in, a grid of verdant green coins pressed into a desert of scrubby brown. Pesticides and fertilizers are simply added to the irrigation system, which on Forsyth's farm draws most of its water from the nearby Snake River. Along with their water, Forsyth's potatoes may receive 10 applications of chemical fertilizer during the growing season. Just before the rows close -- when the leaves of one row of plants meet those of the next -- he begins spraying Bravo, a fungicide, to control late blight, one of the biggest threats to the potato crop. (Late blight, which caused the Irish potato famine, is an airborne fungus that turns stored potatoes into rotting mush.) Blight is such a serious problem that the E.P.A. currently allows farmers to spray powerful fungicides that haven't passed the usual approval process. Forsyth's potatoes will receive eight applications of fungicide. Twice each summer, Forsyth hires a crop duster to spray for aphids. Aphids are harmless in themselves, but they transmit the leafroll virus, which in Russet Burbank potatoes causes net necrosis, a brown spotting that will cause a processor to reject a whole crop. It happened to Forsyth last year. ''I lost 80,000 bags'' -- they're a hundred pounds each -- ''to net necrosis,'' he said. ''Instead of getting $4.95 a bag, I had to take $2 a bag from the dehydrator, and I was lucky to get that.'' Net necrosis is a purely cosmetic defect; yet because big buyers like McDonald's believe (with good reason) that we don't like to see brown spots in our fries, farmers like Danny Forsyth must spray their fields with some of the most toxic chemicals in use, including an organophosphate called Monitor. ''Monitor is a deadly chemical,'' Forsyth said. ''I won't go into a field for four or five days after it's been sprayed -- even to fix a broken pivot.'' That is, he would sooner lose a whole circle to drought than expose himself or an employee to Monitor, which has been found to cause neurological damage. Danny Forsyth laid out the dismal economics of potato farming for me one sweltering morning at the coffee shop in downtown Jerome, Idaho. Forsyth, 60, is a slight blue-eyed man with a small gray ponytail; he farms 3,000 acres of potatoes, corn and wheat, and he spoke about agricultural chemicals like a man desperate to kick a bad habit. ''None of us would use them if we had any choice,'' he said glumly. I asked him to walk me through a season's regimen. It typically begins early in the spring with a soil fumigant; to control nematodes, many potato farmers douse their fields with a chemical toxic enough to kill every trace of microbial life in the soil. Then, at planting, a systemic insecticide (like Thimet) is applied to the soil; this will be absorbed by the young seedlings and, for several weeks, will kill any insect that eats their leaves. After planting, Forsyth puts down an herbicide -- Sencor or Eptam -- to ''clean'' his field of all weeds. When the potato seedlings are six inches tall, an herbicide may be sprayed a second time to control weeds. Idaho farmers like Forsyth farm in vast circles defined by the rotation of a pivot irrigation system, typically 135 acres to a circle; I'd seen them from 30,000 feet flying in, a grid of verdant green coins press

For those of you who say that it doesn't say that homosexuality is wrong in the Bible, you are wrong, it does say that homosexuality is wrong, and that is not my question, so please don't answer that it isn't written. (Leviticus 18:22, Leviticus 20:13, 1 Corinthians 6:8-10, Romans 1:24-27 all talk about the damnation of gays.) What I was wondering is, WHY it is wrong in God's eyes. I grew up as an evangelical Christian, and now that I am becoming a young adult, I have come to the age where I begin to question my faith. I feel the presence of God all the time, and I believe he is real from my own personal experiences, but I want to know where God starts, and the damnation from the church begins. I like church, but I definitely think that Christians have misinterpreted and changed God's will over the years. I have gay friends, and though I don't understand the attraction to someone of the sam sex (because I am straight, and so there is no way I could understand), the God that I know is loving, and I don't know why it would be a problem. Romans 1:24-27 says, "Therefore God also gave them up to uncleanness, in the lusts of their hearts, to dishonor their bodies among themselves, who exchanged the truth of God for the lie, and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever. Amen. For this reason God gave them up to vile passions. For even their women exchanged the natural use for what is against nature. Likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust for one another, men with men committing what is shameful, and receiving in themselves the penalty of their error which was due." This verse kind of says that homosexuality is a result of God leaving Adam and Eve (or at least that is how I read it). This lead me to believe that maybe God is against homosexuality because it is a reminder or a symbol of Adam and Eve disobeying him. I don't remember the exact verse, but I do remember reading (I think it was in Genesis) that in the garden of eden, there was no such thing as adultery, and it hinted that all men and women could have sex at that time. Obviously, that changed, so maybe his view on gay people changed as well? That seems to be a bit far fetched, but it is all I could come up with. I want to get other people's opinions in the mix to help me decide for myself. I think that being gay is ok. I think that God is good, but he seems to disinclude gay people from heaven. I don't see their being a grey area in between those two notions. Why not? Here are some other verses to help people form their answers. It may just be the version of the Bible I am reading from, but they seem pretty harsh and straight foreword. Leviticus 18:22 “ And with a man you shall not lie with as a man lies with a woman; it is an abomination. ” Leviticus 20:13 states: “ If a man has sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman, both of them have done what is detestable. They are to be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads. 1 Corinthians 6:8-10 says, "Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived. Neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals,[a] nor sodomites, nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners will inherit the kingdom of God." Romans 1:24-27 says, "Therefore God also gave them up to uncleanness, in the lusts of their hearts, to dishonor their bodies among themselves, who exchanged the truth of God for the lie, and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever. Amen. For this reason God gave them up to vile passions. For even their women exchanged the natural use for what is against nature. Likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust for one another, men with men committing what is shameful, and receiving in themselves the penalty of their error which was due." Thank you so much for helping me with this problem. I am also considering joining our school's GSA program, and I don't know what to say to my conservative-repuclican-Christian parents about it. Any suggestions there? :) Thanks again. When I said "change His mind", I did not mean that He was on the fence about His decision. What I meant was, did He change His rule about homosexuality because the terms of human life had change (when we showed Him that we did not want His constant guidance). I understand that the Bible says that God is always right and does not back down on His decisions of right and wrong, but I was thinking along the lines that maybe He change His rules to fit the game. Also, someone brought up the whole "gay gene" thing. I know it is only a theory, but just because it hasn't been proven scientifically, doesn't mean it's wrong. I read (on a post from some online forum, so i am not sure how accurate it is, but I have seen the fact in many places, so I am deeming it somewhat reliable), that homosexuality had been found in 450 species by scientist. Lets pretend that humans DO have a gay gene, just for the sake of theoretical reasoning. It would make sense that the gay g Lets pretend that humans DO have a gay gene, just for the sake of theoretical reasoning. It would make sense that the gay gene theory hasn't been proven, because people mentally tell themselves that they are straight in order to fit into society, so scientist cannot find the specific gay gene because humans are dishonest about their actual preferences. If we were just let out into the wild as toddlers to grow up without the influence of our community, would we change our preferences? I think so. People lie about what they actually like in order to be accepted all the time, sometimes using deep denial. A really simplified version of this would be that I really enjoy swearing, because it helps me feel like I am getting my point across, but I reform my actual word preference when I am around my church friends or teachers, or family members because I don't want to be judged. If a scientist came and watched me on a Sunday with my church friends and my family, they would conclude tha

I'm a writer who has recently started on a new novel series, and I'm looking for someone who can explain a few things to me. The plot behind this series is this: It's more than 300 years in the future. Around 2025 a world war ignites sparked by religion and lasts for ten years before a council of the warring nations come together to discuss a solution. Realizing religion was what caused the distress, it is unanimously decided that a "universal faith" will be adopted. Though this seems like a perfect solution, the council cannot agree on the guidelines and a religious standoff occurs. Then, almost overnight and through a process no one can remember, Catholicism is named as the basis of the universal faith. A newly chosen Pope, chosen only one year prior, is given complete governmental control over any area claimed as a Catholic nation, spawning shocking reform that, at the time, is met with great resistance. 300 years later nearly every nation in the world is taken by Catholicism. However, the teachings have been warped and twisted, and the new Pope has dealings with a dangerous disease spirit known as Melalo (He is a spirit from Romani mythology) though none outside the church has any idea. True Catholicism is driven out and humanity is placed under strict control. Owning pets, planting gardens, even wearing clothing of any color besides white or light gray are against the law. Every television is outfitted with a chip which automatically switches on the television when televised prayer sessions are on. The many currencies of the world become useless, and church money known as Tempet takes its place and becomes a universal currency. The church funds health care and ensures employment for all those who are faithful to them. On the outside it seems like the perfect system. Dahlia Wilde is one of these faithful followers who believe in the system. Having grown up in an orphanage, raised by the church itself, she never questions the strange laws such as the burning of any "sinful-age photographs", or the laws preventing gardening and animal-ownership. She fears the evil of the pagans and heathens that occupy the wilds outside her city. She holds the same ideals as everyone else: The church is infallible. But one day she witnesses the fates of those who are excommunicated and the sight is more horrific than anything she could ever imagine. She realizes that the loving church that preached peace and non-violence is a lie. She loses her faith, but fears the repercussions of running away from the church. She wakes up to realize that hell is not foreign; she's living in it. Three years pass and as she approaches her 20th birthday she has increasingly disturbing dreams. Dreams of a mirror that hung in the orphanage. At the same time many of the people she grew up with begin dying of horrific clawlike injuries despite the lack of any animal that could perform such attacks. Feeling a sense of impending dread she seeks out the only orphans left who haven't died. They each tell her the same thing: They have the dreams of the mirror, too. Along the way she meets Anna, a disgraced fairy queen of the Keshalyi and former spiritual partner to an exorcist. She seeks to destroy her children, amongst which is the evil demon Melalo. Dahlia only wants to be sure that she lives so that she can destroy the church. With a common enemy in mind, the two set out to help each other see the end of the nightmare they both share. The series will span an unknown number of books, but each book will center around Dahlia and Anna attempting to solve some mystery having to do with spirits. Essentially Dahlia becomes a supernatural detective while attempting to get to the root of how the world came to be in this state and freeing the people. Now, I don't want people to think that this is how I actually SEE Catholicism. I have a lot of respect for the Catholic faith, and throughout the story many true Catholic sects (as well as underground sects of other religions) are introduced and give aid to Dahlia on her quest. I chose Catholicism for a number of reasons, but most prominently is the power and numbers of Catholicism. Of all the religions of the world, Catholicism boasts incredibly high numbers (if not the highest), and no other religion has a figure that has so much power as the Pope (that I'm aware of). I don't want anyone to be offended by this portrayal, though I'm sure some may misunderstand and take offense. In order to keep this story realistic and coherent, I'm looking for someone who can tell me the mechanics of thing. Such as what happens during mass, step by step, the structure of the church body itself, and anything else of importance. (I'm so sorry for the long description but I wanted to give as much information as possible so people wouldn't be confused.) I do have a book on catholicism it's called 101 things to know about catholicism, but reading about it isn't quite enough. Really, I'm looking for someone who can walk me through the structure of a mass. There's only one catholic church in my area and I can't get to it for various reasons.

I am living in the uk and grey squirrels are a real problem they damage property I am not talking about the red squirrels only grey squirrels. I would eat the meat and try not to waste the animal. By the way i live in the uk and if you are american we do not have states in the uk so please do not mention them I only say that because I have looked at other questions and they are all mostly answers by americans who mention states all the time.

Tell me about you Hetalia OC Country: Gender: Axis or Allies: Appearance: Eye color: Outfits: Likes: Dislikes: Personality: Allies: Enemies: Siblings: Other Family Members: Human Name: My OC- Country: Mexico Gender: Female Axis or Allies: Allie Appearance: Long wavy brown hair and tan skin Eye color: Gray Outfits: WW1 uniform, WW2 uniform, training uniform, every day outfits Likes: Spicy foods, boxing, gardening, cooking Dislikes: English food(somewhat), cold weather, Her brothers acting weak Personality: Kind, cheerful, fun to be around, confused about english countries Allies: America, England, France, China, Russia, Canada, most of the world Enemies: not many... germany(only in WW2) Siblings: Spain, Italy, Romono Other Family Members: Most Hispanic countries Human Name: Adelita Garcia Martínez

The rock is hard and the tiller left a couple of gray scratches on it. Does anyone know what it might be? It is almost perfectly round and a bit smaller than a pool cue ball. It was so round I had a hard time believing it was even a rock. I am a simple person LOL I don't have anything that would give me 10x-20x. not even my camera. I did however look closer at it for markings. I didn't notice any tool marks however it does kind of appear man made. I noticed it has small almost flat spots here and there. As if it were made. It is still impressively round even if it were hand made. Oh and I put the rock in my avatar picture because it was the only way I could think of to add the photo. Thanks for your help and I believe pretty accurate answers. My husband thinks it was some kind of round shot used in a war or something like that. Oh the rock didn't scratch the tiller. The tiller left a couple of gray scratches on the rock. yet we tried to scratch it with a knife and could not reproduce the scratches thats why I said it was a hard rock. Although I may never truly find out exactly what it is, all of your statements sound like great deductions. It was found in Morrison, Illinois smack dab in the center of the United States. I want to give you many thanks for your time in giving what sounds like a pretty well informed explanation .

See I've been invited to Her Majesty's Jubilee garden party (for services to the rent boys of Pall Mall) and I want to wear my best dress and hat. The thing is Prince Philip scares me and I'm terrified he might pillory me, and fire sticky buns at me for being gay. I do have suits to wear, but because I wear my hair in a big grey bun(alaQuentin Crisp), the Duke will still know I'm an 'iron hoof'. Am I worrying needlessly? It's just there being no gays in the royal family, I fear Philip will view me as some sort of freak, and we all know he doesn't 'mince' his words.

Hey guys! So, we have a 12.5 foot high cinder block-like wall around our entire back yard with pool. We have a 40 ft wall section on directly left of the pool... It backs up to the covert slab and it's just too much grey... So we are considering get a professional air-brush mural of the beach and ocean! My famiy LOVES the beach ( we've been going for 30+ years ) so it's only natural to pick a beach scene... So what do you think? The wall is in a nice spot, it can be seen from the veranda area.. And its not like we are putting a 1000$ mural in a trailer park. The yard is classy with a concert and tile pool, mother-Mary and saint ( nearly life size) statues and a large rose garden.. And the middle wall if covered in a climbing vine.. Opinions? Thoughts? Ideas? Thanks! Extremely sorry for my typos.. I'm not too good with this technology stuff :/

I live in South East Michigan, on farm land. We have these funky little critters around out house. And I dont know what they are. Theyre small mouse like things and range in color from tan to grey. They stretch out when they run. And they build nests. I havent seen one up close but my neighbor and my husband have and they say they are UGLY... And possibly dont have eyes. Ive found a frw of these nests in my gardens around my house and I dont want them to come inside. What are they and how do I get rid of them. My neighbor keeps calling them 'manivores' but ive found no such thing. I think she is mispronouncing 'man-of-war'.... Which is a jelky fish type creature... Lol. So idk where she got her info... Lol Please help!!

Yesterday I was out for a walk around my village where I've lived my entire life. I passed a paper-like small grey ball that crumbled easily and noticed many insects flying around, more than usual. I thought nothing of it and continued my walk. Today, however, my mother asked me to look up what kind of insect was infesting our garden, as she believes we may have a nest or two in the hedge. On inspection of a dead individual and a few live ones, I noticed that they appeared like small, thin honeybees, only where yellow they where instead white. So, they had no yellow at all. I never did find stingers, but I didn't really look that hard. They had large eyes and large thoraxes, but I doubt it's a carpenter bee. They're certainly not hornets as they are too small. I'm justing wondering if the paper-like balls are connected, how to deal with them humanely and, most importantly, what insect they are. So, to sum up, small black and white insects resembling bees, if stingers are present then very small, large eyes and thoraxes, paper balls around the village wherever the insects are around and the time of year is early April. I would just like to point of that I live in south-west England, so this is Britain we're talking about. I'd like an answer to what these insects are ASAP, please. Thank you. - Arkus Eon

1. Seeing my childhood friend so gray and infirm, I became keenly aware if the ______ passage of the years. 2. No matter where you go in the village, you will see cozy thatched cottages with neat little lawns and _______ gardens. A word may be used in both sentences if it makes sense. Sorry, I did mean "of". It was a mistyping.

I work on landscaping and gardening. I run my own business. Last night they stoled my work truck with all my tools in it from my driveway. I contacted the police and made a police report. I also called my auto insurance and asked if it will cover my tools and they sayd it will only cover my vehicle. Some of my tools are new since my business has been growing i have been adding more tools. I was wondering will homeowners insurance cover my tools since it was stole from my driveway. My neighbors servalliance camera shows the back of a bald guy wearing a grey thermal jumping into my truck. Can anyone help me with this? Its easially $10,000 in tools if i have to buy everything again. Any kind of advice is helpful. sorry for all the bad spelling i been really nervous and pissed off about all this. I work so hard to get my kids thru college for this just to happen.

We are only 20 million in a huge country ( someone posted this last night, but for those that missed it- here it is). Every time I read this I drip blood and tears on the page. My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins. Strong love of grey-blue distance, Brown streams and soft, dim skies I know, but cannot share it, My love is otherwise. I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror The wide brown land for me! The stark white ring-barked forests, All tragic to the moon, The sapphire-misted mountains, The hot gold hush of noon, Green tangle of the brushes Where lithe lianas coil, And orchids deck the tree-tops, And ferns the warm dark soil. Core of my heart, my country! Her pitiless blue sky, When, sick at heart, around us We see the cattle die But then the grey clouds gather, And we can bless again The drumming of an army, The steady soaking rain. Core of my heart, my country! Land of the rainbow gold, For flood and fire and famine She pays us back threefold. Over the thirsty paddocks, Watch, after many days, The filmy veil of greenness That thickens as we gaze ... An opal-hearted country, A wilful, lavish land All you who have not loved her, You will not understand though Earth holds many splendours, Wherever I may die, I know to what brown country My homing thoughts will fly. ** Dorothea Mackeller most convicts were not the thieves and murderers you portray- go do some reading- the thieving was petty - transportation was akin to slavery. we are laid back - Australia is a harsh country of extremes you gotta take it all in your stride- generally at a slow amble with a good distance between you and the next person.

'' back in the 80s your walking down one of the streets near where you live on your way home, on a quite sunday....the sky is dark grey with patches of lighter grey....you live in a grey cloudy country , in your area its filled with greenry, darker greens mixed with lighter green......bushes trees etc....its quiet and peaceful, nobody appears to be outside today and you live in a quiet area anyhow.....its mild but with a light breeze, a light soft drizzle in the air.........your nearly over half way down the bottom of this street, ready to turn around the corner to your street.......when up on the right in one of the detached houses.....on a front dark green lawn /garden , a slightly plump, pale ginger haired girl with her hair in plats.....shes about 19....playing with her baby nephew.......the front door to where she lives is sky blue....she is wearing a royal blue blouse which is pretty. as you pass, she smiles at you....or grins in a friendly way........you smile back, nod.....and walk by, with the mindset ' all is well with the world '.....and you could be 'in there ' with this pleasant attractive girl........only the next street over ? you reach the bottom of the street, round the corner and continue the pleasant walk down your street to home '' now , situations like the one i described there, and with girls , i had quite a few of growing up, and in my younger past......i felt wonder & enchantment with the world......those were things to enjoy being alive for in my book. but my adulthood as been the opposite to that, now 34 years old having endured a lot of adversitys with psychological problems...social problems, attacks, harrssment for a time......... as a result of my adversitys in adulthood i missed out on all the usual things that happen to people like having a partner and building adult relationships. i now live alone in a better area, in an ok flat, with a decent mental health service.....just few family left mainly my mother in her 60s......doing a lot better....i showed inner strength in adversity....now im trying to reintegrate into society and build relationships after ive missed out on so much....i suffer loneliness living alone to......spend days doing nothing except online.......cannot just goutside because of ''severe anxiety'' how can i ever accept and deal with what ive had to face in my life? the fact ive missed out? and bitter sweet memories of a happy enchanting experiences growing up, with girls etc? and that, now my life is the opposite to that?

DAY 1 Wednesday: Arrive 3pm, check in Hotel, Central Park, Rockefeller Center (Top of the Rock) Yotel 570 Tenth AvenueNew York, NY. 10036 ........DAY 2 and 3 GREY LINE 48 Hr DOUBLE DECKER BUS TOUR...... DAY 2 Thursday: Midtown - Empire State Building (SkyRide), Times Square, Tour Radio city Music Hall, Grand Central Station. DAY 3 Friday: Lower Manhattan - Ground Zero, St Pauls, Battery Park, Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island Immigration Museum Ferry, then up to South Street Seaport. DAY 4 Saturday: American Museum of Natural History, Central Park, Phantom of the Opera 8pm (Majestic Theater, left orchestra Row BB seats 5 and 7) DAY 5 Sunday: Brooklyn Botanical Gardens, Greenwood Cemetary(to visit Great Grandparents) then to see my moms old house in Brooklyn. Cherry Blossoms at Brooklyn BG Moms Address 900 Washington Avenue 2410 East 11 street Brooklyn, NY 11225 Brooklyn, NY open until 6pm DAY 6 Monday: Fly Home at 2pm ALSO.........Not too sure about Tour Radio city Music Hall and Battery Park Do you suggest those or something else?

My little grey tabby kitten went out last night with my big ginger cat. They are both girls and friendly with each other. Today, only my ginger cat came back. Its dark now, and my cats been gone for 24 HOURS. She has NEVER been out this long. I AM SO SCARED. I think shes been kidnapped because her collar fell off a few weeks ago and we didn't get a new one PLUS she isn't microchipped. I am so so worried. I checked my garden, every room of my house, asked all the neighbours and I plan to print posters tommorow. And what scares me most is that last night, she didn't want to go out, but because we were putting furniture spray, she wasn't allowed to come in as she might consume it or something. I think shes been kidnapped because she was the runt of the litter and she is weak and easy to catch. Everyone in my family is really worried. WHAT DO I DO?! SHOULD I PHONE THE POLICE?? HELP PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am a mother of four, the youngest just turned 18. I have 3 grand sons. Heres the problem, my youngest sons wife has left him and their 8 mo. old baby. I feel so horribly guilty, and I am completely exhausted!! I love this child with every fiber in me, but I don't want to be a mommy again. I have no choice in the matter. I am taking care of him, but my son just kinda drops him on me. When its time for him to pick the baby up after work I am ready to be done for the day. I realize that this is a rotten situation hes in, and I am doing everything possible to make it easier. I just feel like my life or what I thought was my life is no longer mine. Like I might as well put on the gardening gloves let my hair go grey and turn into that old neighborhood lady that gives her veggies to anyone that will look at her. Is anyone in a similar position? If so some input would be greatly appreciated.

Ok, so was talking to a girl on a dating site and thought she seemed quite sane and nice. Arranged to pick her up for supper and went over and stepped inside the front door. I thought i had honestly stepped into a garden shed. Books / magazines / broken fans / old clothes, everything piled up and covered in dust. The carpet was red but was now grey due to all the dog hair which was honestly an inch thick. So she asks me if i'd like a drink and i declined...she then said she had something to tell me. She tells me she found out That day that she was pregnant. really? She then proceeds to tell me that we can be a couple and bring up the baby together? WOW, really? This isn't even the worst part. She then tells me she had her unborn baby die 3 years ago. very sad...but i walk into her bedroom and covering the walls, literally COVERING was pictures of the scan. I made my excuses and got out of that house before i was killed. I honestly expected Ashton Kutcher to come out with hidden cameras and tell me it was all a trick. I guess looking back it will make me laugh one day....nuts.

My four and a half month old cat is pregnant, she came into heat, her first one, and she goes out. I saw three male toms with her, but I reckon she mated with the ginger and white one, as he spent more time with her. I came back from my aunts, went in the garden, and Midnight ran outside from the shed, and started rolling on the floor licking her vag. When I looked inside the shed, there was a huge male ginger and white tom. Do you rekon she is pregnant? it's her second week now. Will she know what to do? I want her to have her kittens, and I know what you lot think, oh she is only little and that, she aint capable but, in the wild, there are 100000 cats who get pregs at that age. Midnight is a blue mogger herself, a beautiful full grey colour. the kittens will be adorable!

Dark social function; A sophisticated party held atop a modern building in the metropolis. Serving rich coffee and dark chocolate Hor'dauvres. Light social function; A summertime Fete in a traditional old English garden, serving tea and cakes Light decor; Light smokey grey, pale brown-blue, dark chrome,(sparse) translucency (Optional; brushed silver, light cool grey, pure white) Dark decor; Deep brown, light brown-blue and platinum Alternative dark decor; Dark chrome, smokey grey, bright orange or yellow-orange (sparse). Dark lifestyle choice; Driving across the motorway on misty evenings to various clients and partying till dawn.. Light lifestyle choice; Taking long walks in the countryside and coming home to an English cottage for home grown food

Hello! I am planning my wedding and have a vision of exactly what I want..It will be an outdoor ceremony, basically in a garden..lush with flowers and greenery. The reception will be in a barn with two huge crystal chandeliers and sheer drapings from the rafters. I am going for a very vintage, laid-back, romantic feel. I want my bridesmaids to wear different styles and colors, such as blush pinks, pastel purple, peachy, and either cream or grey. I do NOT want the typical David's Bridal gowns, but prefer something like the dresses in this wedding... http://pinterest.com/pin/33284484715904664/ Any suggestions on websites or stores? Here are some that I have checked out... Modcloth Asos Delias Lulus American Apparel Urban Outfitters Forever21 Express Nordstrom H&M Thanks!

I swear first this Black cat come in to the garden and then this grey one now I know the black ones and dude and the grey ones a girl I just can't believe my cat if double timing me especially with the dude cat ew

i dont kno wether it was the end of the world or if it was just something bad happening dream But what i do know is it actually shook me up so bad i spent the whole day on the verge of tears . i later found that what happened in my dream was actually happning every where in the world . I dont kno what to think of this nor am i one to really pay any attention to my dreams but i would really appreciate some feedback of any sort thank you .(bare with me its a lil wierd ) the dream happened march 10 2012 at around 1 ish was when i woke up . It started off as usual in my lucid dreams nothing really makin sense everything kind of just weird but i was present amonst people i knew and people i didnt .. then it came to a point where it was my birthday and it was being held at a big event of some sort either with celebrities or fashion icons in what seem to be a large park or garden . i didnt see any faces i recognized just that i knew they were important .. i was sitting at a table along side my sister and others when i noticed a tree with lights that was supposed to be there wasnt so i went to check wat was going on wit it .( aperently this was esentiel) i went into a covered place and found oprah standing in a planters pot ( why oprah and not the tree i have no idea as i said it gets weird) . i asked wat was takin so long and she said the lights werent on her . so i told the girl to start puttin them on .moments later everyone started chanting as if waiting for an encore from a band ..i cant quite remeber exactly but it was either sucal or socal ...then everyone started pushing and shoving to get in as it started to thunder and rain but then it stopped abrulptly... my friend appeared outta no where and said "o no is it really gunna rain " i went out from under the covered area to look at the sky to see if there were clouds and the sky seemed to be a bluish grey ...the sun white ..then dark grey clouds begin to roll in then turning black then red and there apeared to be a face or faces formin in them ...everything had a red orange hue/glow to it ( at this point i felt i had no control over anything that was going on in my dream its as if something was takin over ) i turned to my friend and looked at her she didnt seem frightened and then i heard this sound coming from nowhere. it was so loud like a repeating alarm but deep .. it felt as if i was standin on a subwoofer on full blast it made my knees weak and my stomach turn ... it felt as tho the sound put pressure on my entire body ...my friends face started to turn ..she devolped bags and just looked sickly but otherwise didnt panic ... the sound continued and breathing became labored .... at this moment i said this it it ..this is the end i have to say bye to everyone ... so i turn to run .... i see her running ahead of me ...the wind was blowing but i couldnt feel it and the ground was shakin but never fell ...i felt as though i wasnt gasping for air but felt i wasnt gettin any and my body just kept gettin heavier ..i looked at the ground and it started to open up ...but not like the earth spliting in an earth qauke... but just wat looked like puddles that grew that were a bright yellow orange glow ... my friend dissapeared in it ... i tried to avoid it but it cosumed me to ....all i felt was myself being cosumed by the yellow orang glow it didnt hurt but then everything went white ...i didnt feel as if i needed to breath or that my body was present at all i just felt nothing ....and then i woke up in tears . honestly it was the first time ive ever had a dream like that in my life .i spent the day researching about dream meanings and what occured in my dreams ..when i found that people have being hearin loud noises in the sky ....(now this is where it gets weird) ...no lie i never heard of such a thing nor have i heard of them happening till yesterday ... at first i didnt really think anything of it and didnt think in a million years it would sound anything like what i heard in my dream .. i listened to it and it was identical i got goose bumps and could feel exactly what it did to me in my dream and i just burst into tears ... now i dont think im a physcic or anything like that nor do i really wanna look deeper into it ..but iunno i felt as tho i needed to put it out there andsee what comes back ...i kno to some people this might sound crazy and think im lying or that this is funny and a joke but im actually effected by this and would apreciate for those who reply to take it seriously