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Where can I find free tile mosaic patterns? I am going to make a mosaic stepping stone (10" Diameter circle). I am trying to find a free tile mosaic (not stained glass) pattern. I am looking for something for the garden, flowers, bugs/butterflies or even just a design. Thanks.

What's the best way to design a perennial garden? I have a large space - 26' - along the front of my house. I think I'm going to make the bed about 3 or 4' in width. What's the best way to lay out my garden? Should it be symmetrical or just bunched and more free (like a cottage garden)? I'm thinking of using Delphinium, Echinacea, Daylilies, Oriental Lilies, small shrub roses (2'x3') and then some small ornamental grasses and 2-4" border flowers in the front. I think I'm also going to put a weeping redbud on the left side. Do you have any ideas for how I should do this... I'm at a loss!!!

I would like to get pictures and decribsions of flowers and scrubs that is well adapted in the Free State? Hi, I would like to get information (pics and descriptions) about garden plants and scrubs in the Free State, South Africa. All the websites I found give me descriptions of the plants in the low field. I need it for landscaping and designing of my garden.

Why am I so obsessed with gardening, plants,flowers, animals and birds? I noticed that I have been obsessed with gardenting since it's my first time starting a veggtable garden. Me and my boyfriend went to Lowe's yesterday and I spent 30 min in the garden area I wanted to buy everything I just ended up buying hummingbir food and a blueberry bush. I Went home and I started to pull a bunch of weeds and clean and water my garden, then I layed bird and squirrel food along my fence and I cleaned my hummingbird feeders and filled them up with hummingbird necter that I had made. I told my boyriend I should have bought a couple of more plants and seed that I saw there at the store but when I go back I will buy them. I want to buy and plant everything I love all plants and growing them from a seed. I love giving the seeds life because plants give oxygen to the world. Is there something wrong with me? oh and if you have garden design ideas please feel free to share. Thank you.

Alice Greenfingers full version for free??? Step into the gardening business in this intriguing simulation game, where you build and decorate your own garden of flowers, animals and vegetables. Follow the market trends, get to know your customers and serve ripe crops down at the town market to expand and get your business profitable. Harvest many different crops and enrich your land with animals as you earn more than 10 special awards. Design your garden the way YOU like it with Alice Greenfingers!

Please read a few....chapters from my story? I know it REALLY SUX! But it would be nice if i had a few reviews on it! Btw I'm only 11 years old (I kno the main character is 18 years old, but my cousin is that age and I kind of based the character from him.) PLEASE READ IT!!! Thanx for all of you who do! :D And yes i kno its long, but i would appreciate it if you read it :) One I really wish I could change my decision. I also regret my unfaithful choice. It was a risky decision, but here I am, facing death every second I move, for my unfulfilling idea was completely stupid. But maybe it wasn’t. Maybe—just maybe, that this choice was the right one after all, the choice that not getting my powers at the right time was a good way to go. However, my life was put in grave danger that way. Maybe death is a choice for me anyway. My life has never been perfect; well I will just have to keep dreaming. Powers. At the age of 12, you start developing powers. Powers are a…well power that you develop. But, however, these powers aren’t like Super-Man, or Spider-Man, these are special personal designed powers that are born in your blood. You still are a normal human, but you have a sort of “sixth sense”, as my dad calls it. I’m at the age of eighteen, and I still haven’t developed a single power…at all. This is because when you reach at age eleven, you prepare and get checked by certain medical persons, and they decide when your powers are going to start to be developed, and it isn’t just a guess. They give you an exact date on when you’ll acquire that gift. And they had to hold me back on the process to get my powers. It’s very…embarrassing. I’m not going into details, but I do get picked on for this. But, not everyone gets powers…at all. “You will develop them---in the next seven months, Mr. Bradshaw.” Dr. Pavlov said looking at his clipboard, then to me. I was in the section on the hospital where you get checked for powers. I didn’t care where. “I’d say you’d keep it cool, a couple of weeks from now you will get a letter saying the date when you develop. Sorry to keep you waiting so long.” He said. “It’s okay, I’ve waited years for this day, I’m sure I can wait a few more months.” I said in a limited laugh. “Okay, you’re free to go.” He chuckled. I sauntered out of the white room. “So, when?” I heard dad ask as I walked seamlessly to the waiting room. “Seven more months.” I grumbled. I was practically lying to the doctor. “Well, you can survive.” Mom mouthed, then patting me on the back. “I guess.” I said, rolling my eyes. 1. My family…is the ordinary, all of the above type of family—except me. My dad, he works at a fitness program company and co-owns it. His confidant friend is the original owner, they both work out there also…every day in matter of fact. I don’t stay in touch with him a lot, I barley even see him a day. His power is mostly concerned on weight. He can also have visions on seeing images on a person’s past life. It’s sort of like reading minds, but different on seeing images rather than hearing. Mom…she works at a floral shop, just down the street. She hands out the flowers, plus she is like special at gardening. Flowers are mostly her personality, nothing much about mom. Her power is all about…well gardening. Yeah…that’s pretty weird isn’t it? But it’s the way it is, I guess. I really don’t actually know if mom has a power, I think it’s just her personality to garden… She never told me. My younger brother, Jeff, who’s fifteen, takes much on dad’s side. Let’s face it, he is more muscular than me, better looks, tanner, gets the girls (which every time I think of that I just roll my eyes), smart, and is…so called “popular”. That explains most of him. The only think that bugs me the most is having a brother who is more mature than me. He has powers, which is a shock-energy power, born in his blood to do it. Not surprised. I don’t really get it though. Oh, and me? The scrawny, little un-popular, not fit, or any of what Jeff got. I’m practically jealous of him, to be honest. We rode home from the hospital, getting ready to move to a new destination. My dad’s co-company is moving, so we must as well. He’s taking most of the equipment along with him; mom is also going to make a business of her own, being a florist. Moving to a new location. Yippee. “Chris!” Mom called unexpectedly to me. “I need your help lifting some of these boxes! They’re unbelievably heavy!” Mom groaned. Yeah, like I could help, as helpless as I am. I thought, as I jogged to mom to “try” to help. “Where’s Jeff?” I asked while I panted. “He’s helping your father getting the exercise equipment downtown.” She said loading her flowers into the moving van, packed in loads of bubble-wrap around on all of her flower vases, then lays it in a box that said: Caution. FRAGILE “Of course.” I said rolling my eyes. I grabbed a box of her cookb

Please proofread this essay for me...? I need to do this essay here for High School. Please proofread it and tell me what you think. The one who helps me the most will get 10 points. The faster the better because I will only be here until 4:00 EST (I'm at the Library). I really need your help on it. Just to give you an idea, its supposed to be something either from my experience, or a personal view point: also from my own experience. Its not to be a researched paper... so I do not want it to sound like one. I also have a problem wording a couple things too... Like, the fifth paragraph, second sentence... seems weird, but I do not know how to fix it. Also, it needs to 'flow' from one sentence to another, and one paragraph to another. I need help with that. Here it is: The dandelion, to me, is not a weed at all but rather an extremely versatile, and easily accessible plant. Its bright yellow flowers can be enjoyed from spring to fall and the entire plant is edible every season of the year. I dare not weed it out just because it is in the lawn. I know of many people who do such things. They see dandelions as weeds that they cannot get rid of, though they do try. People have sprayed them, cut them, pulled them, burned them, etc… and still, the dandelions thrive. I’ve seen the elderly who have ‘been there, done that,’ laugh at people who employ such methods. No matter how hard you try, dandelions will eventually grow back. They are very hard to get rid of. Of course, there are many methods. I know of many people who have sprayed them with herbicides designed especially to remove dandelions and not harm the lawn. Nevertheless, as some weeds are killed, others remain alive and adapts to the chemicals making a new breed that are able to handle the chemicals. At this point, one must use a stronger herbicide or give up. Another method to remove them is to get out on your hands and knees with a dandelion weeder. But this never works either because their strong roots are hard to pull up in one piece. Every piece left into the ground will quickly grow back into another dandelion. I have learned to not waste my time pulling up dandelions. If I wanted a dandelion-free lawn and garden, I would be busy day and night with not much success. Instead of weeding them, I let them grow and try to benefit from them the best I can. Over time, I have discovered many of their great uses and I will do my best to explain them to you. I did not have to pull up too many dandelions to notice how long, strong, and healthy their roots are. These kinds of roots are called taproots, and if you pull them up, they look similar to a carrot. Because of their strong, long roots, I believe dandelions are very useful in breaking up clumps of hard clay while sending rich nutrients up to the leaves. Then I either put them into the compost pile where the nutrients get put back into the soil, or I eat them. As a vegetable, I have found dandelions to be quite satisfying. I have never, ever got sick from eating them. Not only is the plant an excellent survival food but also it is something I would eat even if I had other food sources around. Furthermore, they are really high in nutrients such as vitamin A, and many others. I’ve eaten all parts of the dandelion from time to time, except for the stem, which I have not bothered with although it is edible. The leaves make a great addition to green salads. I like them best in early spring before the hot sun gets to them. At this stage, they are small but not bitter at all. In the summer, I still eat the leaves even though they are bitter. Every time I juice vegetables, I like to throw a few of the leaves down the juicer. Come winter, dandelions will still grow. I believe that the winter is the best time to eat dandelions because the cold weather keeps the leaves from turning bitter. They will grow best when they are under some protection like a sheet of plastic or a cold frame (miniature greenhouse). The roots are best cleaned, dried, then roasted to make a coffee substitute. It does not taste exactly like coffee but I really like it as a beverage. Both the roots and the leaves can also be made into a satisfying herbal tea. In addition to all of dandelion’s benefits, I believe they look great and add color to the lawn, the garden, and my dinner plate. Seeing a bright yellow flower pop up on the lawn does not make me the least bit sad. I believe that dandelions are just one of the plants God created that grow prolifically despite all of man’s efforts to destroy them. The plant benefits the ecosystem in a great way, while it’s also an excellent survival food: very high in nutrients, and great tasting as a coffee substitute or herbal tea. Seeing how God has blessed me with the dandelion so many times, I think that if you do not plan on eating it, you better not waste your time weeding it. All I need is a little pointers... or someone to set me in the right direction.

Please give me some pointers on my essay here....? I need to do this essay here for High School. Please proofread it and tell me what you think. The one who helps me the most will get 10 points. The faster the better because I will only be here until 4:00 EST (I'm at the Library). I really need your help on it. Just to give you an idea, its supposed to be something either from my experience, or a personal view point: also from my own experience. Its not to be a researched paper... so I do not want it to sound like one. I also have a problem wording a couple things too... Like, the fifth paragraph, second sentence... seems weird, but I do not know how to fix it. Also, it needs to 'flow' from one sentence to another, and one paragraph to another. I need help with that. Here it is: The dandelion, to me, is not a weed at all but rather an extremely versatile, and easily accessible plant. Its bright yellow flowers can be enjoyed from spring to fall and the entire plant is edible every season of the year. I dare not weed it out just because it is in the lawn. I know of many people who do such things. They see dandelions as weeds that they cannot get rid of, though they do try. People have sprayed them, cut them, pulled them, burned them, etc… and still, the dandelions thrive. I’ve seen the elderly who have ‘been there, done that,’ laugh at people who employ such methods. No matter how hard you try, dandelions will eventually grow back. They are very hard to get rid of. Of course, there are many methods. I know of many people who have sprayed them with herbicides designed especially to remove dandelions and not harm the lawn. Nevertheless, as some weeds are killed, others remain alive and adapts to the chemicals making a new breed that are able to handle the chemicals. At this point, one must use a stronger herbicide or give up. Another method to remove them is to get out on your hands and knees with a dandelion weeder. But this never works either because their strong roots are hard to pull up in one piece. Every piece left into the ground will quickly grow back into another dandelion. I have learned to not waste my time pulling up dandelions. If I wanted a dandelion-free lawn and garden, I would be busy day and night with not much success. Instead of weeding them, I let them grow and try to benefit from them the best I can. Over time, I have discovered many of their great uses and I will do my best to explain them to you. I did not have to pull up too many dandelions to notice how long, strong, and healthy their roots are. These kinds of roots are called taproots, and if you pull them up, they look similar to a carrot. Because of their strong, long roots, I believe dandelions are very useful in breaking up clumps of hard clay while sending rich nutrients up to the leaves. Then I either put them into the compost pile where the nutrients get put back into the soil, or I eat them. As a vegetable, I have found dandelions to be quite satisfying. I have never, ever got sick from eating them. Not only is the plant an excellent survival food but also it is something I would eat even if I had other food sources around. Furthermore, they are really high in nutrients such as vitamin A, and many others. I’ve eaten all parts of the dandelion from time to time, except for the stem, which I have not bothered with although it is edible. The leaves make a great addition to green salads. I like them best in early spring before the hot sun gets to them. At this stage, they are small but not bitter at all. In the summer, I still eat the leaves even though they are bitter. Every time I juice vegetables, I like to throw a few of the leaves down the juicer. Come winter, dandelions will still grow. I believe that the winter is the best time to eat dandelions because the cold weather keeps the leaves from turning bitter. They will grow best when they are under some protection like a sheet of plastic or a cold frame (miniature greenhouse). The roots are best cleaned, dried, then roasted to make a coffee substitute. It does not taste exactly like coffee but I really like it as a beverage. Both the roots and the leaves can also be made into a satisfying herbal tea. In addition to all of dandelion’s benefits, I believe they look great and add color to the lawn, the garden, and my dinner plate. Seeing a bright yellow flower pop up on the lawn does not make me the least bit sad. I believe that dandelions are just one of the plants God created that grow prolifically despite all of man’s efforts to destroy them. The plant benefits the ecosystem in a great way, while it’s also an excellent survival food: very high in nutrients, and great tasting as a coffee substitute or herbal tea. Seeing how God has blessed me with the dandelion so many times, I think that if you do not plan on eating it, you better not waste your time weeding it.

PLZ PLZ PLZPLZ! Read a few pages in my story!!?!??!?!?! Thnx!? Here, I know some parts can be confusing, but i will go back and edit it later! I need detailed, really good answers! PLZ!!! I NEED CRITICS lol Here:::: One I really wish I could change my decision. I also regret my unfaithful choice. It was a risky decision, but here I am, facing death every second I move, for my unfulfilling idea was completely stupid. But maybe it wasn’t. Maybe—just maybe, that this choice was the right one after all, the choice that not getting my powers at the right time was a good way to go. However, my life was put in grave danger that way. Maybe death is a choice for me anyway. My life has never been perfect…but neither has yours. Powers. At the age of 12, you start developing powers. Powers are a…well power that you develop. But, however, these powers aren’t like Super-Man, or Spider-Man, these are special personal designed powers that are born in your blood. You still are a normal human, but you have a sort of “sixth sense”, as my dad calls it. I’m at the age of eighteen, and I still haven’t developed a single power…at all. This is because when you reach at age eleven, you prepare and get checked by certain medical persons, and they decide when your powers are going to start to be developed, and it isn’t just a guess. They give you an exact date on when you’ll acquire that gift. And they had to hold me back on the process to get my powers. It’s very…embarrassing. I’m not going into details, but I do get picked on for this. But, not everyone gets powers…at all. “You will develop them---in the next seven months, Mr. Bradshaw.” Dr. Pavlov said looking at his clipboard, then to me. I was in the section on the hospital where you get checked for powers. “I’d say you’d keep it cool, a couple of weeks from now you will get a letter saying the date when you develop. Sorry to keep you waiting so long.” He said. “It’s okay, I’ve waited years for this day, I’m sure I can wait a few more months.” I said in a limited laugh. “Okay, you’re free to go.” He chuckled. I sauntered out of the white room. “So, when?” I heard dad ask as I walked seamlessly to the waiting room. “Seven more months.” I grumbled. I was practically lying to the doctor. “Well, you can survive.” Mom mouthed. “I guess.” I said, rolling my eyes. 1 My family…is the ordinary, all of the above type of family—except me. My dad, he works at a fitness program and co-owns it. His confidant friend owns it, they both work out there also…every day in matter of fact. I don’t stay in touch with him a lot, I barley even see him a day. His power is mostly concerned on weight. He can also have visions on seeing images on a person’s past life. It’s sort of like reading minds, but different on seeing images rather than hearing. Mom…she works at a floral shop, just down the street. She hands out the flowers, plus she is like special at gardening. Flowers are mostly her personality, nothing much about mom. Her power is all about…well gardening. Yeah…that’s pretty weird isn’t it? But it’s the way it is, I guess. My younger brother, Jeff, who’s fifteen, takes much on dad’s side. Let’s face it, he is more muscular than me, better looks, tanner, gets the girls (which every time I think of that I just roll my eyes), smart, and is…so called “popular”. That explains most of him. The only think that bugs me the most is having a brother who is more mature than me. He has powers, which is a shock-energy power, born in his blood to do it. Not surprised. Oh, and me? The scrawny, little un-popular, not fit, or any of what Jeff got. I’m practically jealous of him, to be honest. We rode home from the hospital, getting ready to move to a new destination. My dad’s co-company is moving, so we must as well. He’s taking most of the equipment along with him; mom is also going to make a business of her own, being a florist. Moving to a new location. Yippee. “Chris!” Mom called unexpectedly to me. “I need your help lifting some of these boxes! They’re unbelievably heavy!” Mom groaned. Yeah, like I could help, as helpless as I am. I thought, as I ran to mom to “try” to help. “Where’s Jeff?” I asked while I panted. “He’s helping your father getting the exercise equipment downtown.” She said loading her flowers into the moving van, packed in loads of bubble-wrap around on all of her flower vases, then lays it in a box that said: Caution. FRAGILE “Of course.” I said rolling my eyes. I grabbed a box of her cookbooks and set them in the moving van. “Oh, don’t be that way sweetie, you will get them too.” She said in a voice that sounded like she was talking to a five-year-old. “Yeah, seven months!” I complained, setting another box in the truck. “It’ll go by quick, trust me.” 2. At that moment, my cell phone rang in my pocket. I clutched it out of my pocket and ran back inside the house to talk to who whoever it was calling me. “Hey Joseph!” Obviously, it was Joseph. “Hey, listen, is it alright if I could come over and help you load stuff before you move?” He asked. “Well sure! We could use it, definitely.” “Okay…I will see ya in about—“ All of a sudden I spun around to see what all the commotion was. It was Joseph. His power was…well speed. “Now.” He said as he punched me on the shoulder. OUCH! I thought in my mind, but didn’t reveal the pain. Does everyone with powers have strength? Geese. OMG FIRST QUESTION! THNX! And i bet the rest will be fine as well....umm u email me first. Cause i cnt find ur email in ur first profile. Guys, i didnt mean for it to be kind of like Sky High. This i thought was differnt, if u read my mind, u guys would see wat im talking about LOL! The book has a more sinister tone, SKy High was like powers were u like...its hard to explain but its much different people!

Can you please read a few pages in my story??? PLEASE??? lol? I am only 12 years old without barley any writing experience, but please read it, i need some critics on this. I know it resembles Sky High, but trust me if u read the rest i have its more sinister and more...realistic. This really is nothing compared to...that...gay...sky high if u were in my mind lol. One I really wish I could change my decision. I also regret my unfaithful choice. It was a risky decision, but here I am, facing death every second I move, for my unfulfilling idea was completely stupid. But maybe it wasn’t. Maybe—just maybe, that this choice was the right one after all, the choice that not getting my powers at the right time was a good way to go. However, my life was put in grave danger that way. Maybe death is a choice for me anyway. My life has never been perfect…but neither has yours. Powers. At the age of 12, you start developing powers. Powers are a…well power that you develop. But, however, these powers aren’t like Super-Man, or Spider-Man, these are special personal designed powers that are born in your blood. You still are a normal human, but you have a sort of "sixth sense", as my dad calls it. I’m at the age of eighteen, and I still haven’t developed a single power…at all. This is because when you reach at age eleven, you prepare and get checked by certain medical persons, and they decide when your powers are going to start to be developed, and it isn’t just a guess. They give you an exact date on when you’ll acquire that gift. And they had to hold me back on the process to get my powers. It’s very…embarrassing. I’m not going into details, but I do get picked on for this. But, not everyone gets powers…at all. "You will develop them---in the next seven months, Mr. Bradshaw." Dr. Pavlov said looking at his clipboard, then to me. I was in the section on the hospital where you get checked for powers. "I’d say you’d keep it cool, a couple of weeks from now you will get a letter saying the date when you develop. Sorry to keep you waiting so long." He said. "It’s okay, I’ve waited years for this day, I’m sure I can wait a few more months." I said in a limited laugh. "Okay, you’re free to go." He chuckled. I sauntered out of the white room. "So, when?" I heard dad ask as I walked seamlessly to the waiting room. "Seven more months." I grumbled. I was practically lying to the doctor. "Well, you can survive." Mom mouthed. "I guess." I said, rolling my eyes. 1 My family…is the ordinary, all of the above type of family—except me. My dad, he works at a fitness program and co-owns it. His confidant friend owns it, they both work out there also…every day in matter of fact. I don’t stay in touch with him a lot, I barley even see him a day. His power is mostly concerned on weight. He can also have visions on seeing images on a person’s past life. It’s sort of like reading minds, but different on seeing images rather than hearing. Mom…she works at a floral shop, just down the street. She hands out the flowers, plus she is like special at gardening. Flowers are mostly her personality, nothing much about mom. Her power is all about…well gardening. Yeah…that’s pretty weird isn’t it? But it’s the way it is, I guess. My younger brother, Jeff, who’s fifteen, takes much on dad’s side. Let’s face it, he is more muscular than me, better looks, tanner, gets the girls (which every time I think of that I just roll my eyes), smart, and is…so called "popular". That explains most of him. The only think that bugs me the most is having a brother who is more mature than me. He has powers, which is a shock-energy power, born in his blood to do it. Not surprised. Oh, and me? The scrawny, little un-popular, not fit, or any of what Jeff got. I’m practically jealous of him, to be honest. We rode home from the hospital, getting ready to move to a new destination. My dad’s co-company is moving, so we must as well. He’s taking most of the equipment along with him; mom is also going to make a business of her own, being a florist. Moving to a new location. Yippee. "Chris!" Mom called unexpectedly to me. "I need your help lifting some of these boxes! They’re unbelievably heavy!" Mom groaned. Yeah, like I could help, as helpless as I am. I thought, as I ran to mom to "try" to help. "Where’s Jeff?" I asked while I panted. "He’s helping your father getting the exercise equipment downtown." She said loading her flowers into the moving van, packed in loads of bubble-wrap around on all of her flower vases, then lays it in a box that said: Caution. FRAGILE "Of course." I said rolling my eyes. I grabbed a box of her cookbooks and set them in the moving van. "Oh, don’t be that way sweetie, you will get them too." She said in a voice that sounded like she was talking to a five-year-old. "Yeah, seven months!" I complained, setting another box in the truck. "It’ll go by quick, trust me." 2. At that moment, my cell phone rang in my pocket. I clutched it out of my pocket and ran back ins

PLZ PLZ PLZ! Read a few pages in my story! REALLY PLZ!?!??! THNX!!? here, i want good, specific, nice good detailed answers!!!! If u can plz plz plz plz! IM me, plz i would like to talk about it live :P lol Here: One I really wish I could change my decision. I also regret my unfaithful choice. It was a risky decision, but here I am, facing death every second I move, for my unfulfilling idea was completely stupid. But maybe it wasn’t. Maybe—just maybe, that this choice was the right one after all, the choice that not getting my powers at the right time was a good way to go. However, my life was put in grave danger that way. Maybe death is a choice for me anyway. My life has never been perfect…but neither has yours. Powers. At the age of 12, you start developing powers. Powers are a…well power that you develop. But, however, these powers aren’t like Super-Man, or Spider-Man, these are special personal designed powers that are born in your blood. You still are a normal human, but you have a sort of “sixth sense”, as my dad calls it. I’m at the age of eighteen, and I still haven’t developed a single power…at all. This is because when you reach at age eleven, you prepare and get checked by certain medical persons, and they decide when your powers are going to start to be developed, and it isn’t just a guess. They give you an exact date on when you’ll acquire that gift. And they had to hold me back on the process to get my powers. It’s very…embarrassing. I’m not going into details, but I do get picked on for this. But, not everyone gets powers…at all. “You will develop them---in the next seven months, Mr. Bradshaw.” Dr. Pavlov said looking at his clipboard, then to me. I was in the section on the hospital where you get checked for powers. “I’d say you’d keep it cool, a couple of weeks from now you will get a letter saying the date when you develop. Sorry to keep you waiting so long.” He said. “It’s okay, I’ve waited years for this day, I’m sure I can wait a few more months.” I said in a limited laugh. “Okay, you’re free to go.” He chuckled. I sauntered out of the white room. “So, when?” I heard dad ask as I walked seamlessly to the waiting room. “Seven more months.” I grumbled. I was practically lying to the doctor. “Well, you can survive.” Mom mouthed. “I guess.” I said, rolling my eyes. 1 My family…is the ordinary, all of the above type of family—except me. My dad, he works at a fitness program and co-owns it. His confidant friend owns it, they both work out there also…every day in matter of fact. I don’t stay in touch with him a lot, I barley even see him a day. His power is mostly concerned on weight. He can also have visions on seeing images on a person’s past life. It’s sort of like reading minds, but different on seeing images rather than hearing. Mom…she works at a floral shop, just down the street. She hands out the flowers, plus she is like special at gardening. Flowers are mostly her personality, nothing much about mom. Her power is all about…well gardening. Yeah…that’s pretty weird isn’t it? But it’s the way it is, I guess. My younger brother, Jeff, who’s fifteen, takes much on dad’s side. Let’s face it, he is more muscular than me, better looks, tanner, gets the girls (which every time I think of that I just roll my eyes), smart, and is…so called “popular”. That explains most of him. The only think that bugs me the most is having a brother who is more mature than me. He has powers, which is a shock-energy power, born in his blood to do it. Not surprised. Oh, and me? The scrawny, little un-popular, not fit, or any of what Jeff got. I’m practically jealous of him, to be honest. We rode home from the hospital, getting ready to move to a new destination. My dad’s co-company is moving, so we must as well. He’s taking most of the equipment along with him; mom is also going to make a business of her own, being a florist. Moving to a new location. Yippee. “Chris!” Mom called unexpectedly to me. “I need your help lifting some of these boxes! They’re unbelievably heavy!” Mom groaned. Yeah, like I could help, as helpless as I am. I thought, as I ran to mom to “try” to help. “Where’s Jeff?” I asked while I panted. “He’s helping your father getting the exercise equipment downtown.” She said loading her flowers into the moving van, packed in loads of bubble-wrap around on all of her flower vases, then lays it in a box that said: Caution. FRAGILE “Of course.” I said rolling my eyes. I grabbed a box of her cookbooks and set them in the moving van. “Oh, don’t be that way sweetie, you will get them too.” She said in a voice that sounded like she was talking to a five-year-old. “Yeah, seven months!” I complained, setting another box in the truck. “It’ll go by quick, trust me.” At that moment, my cell phone rang in my pocket. I clutched it out of my pocket and ran back inside the house to talk to whoever it was calling me. “Hey Joseph!” Obviously, it was Joseph. “Hey, listen, is it alright if I could come over and help you load stuff before you move?” He asked. “Well sure! We could use it, definitely.” “Okay…I will see ya in about—“ All of a sudden I spun around to see what all the commotion was. It was Joseph. His power was…well speed. “Now.” He said as he punched me on the shoulder. OUCH! I thought in my mind, but didn’t reveal the pain. Does everyone with powers have strength? Geese. Ok, im done, but PLZ do not say its kind of like Sky High, its sort of "similar" but it u were me u would be like "OK THIS IS NOT SKY HIGH GUYS! IT IS SOMETHING ENTIRLEY DIFFERENT, IF U READ THE WHOOOLLE STORY U WOULD KNO" lol. Long story short, its NTO sky high

POLL: does anyone know what this is an example of? Star? Not I! Movie – it too has a star in or a cameo who wore mask – cast are livewires. Soda-pop straws are sold, as part-encased a hot tin, I saw it in mad dog I met. Is dog rosy? Tie-dye booths in rocks. All ewes lessen ill. I see sheep in Syria? He, not I, deep in Syria, has done. No one radio drew old one. Many moths – I fondle his; no lemons are sold. Loot delis, yob, moths in a deli bundle his tin. Pins to net a ball I won – pins burst input. I loot to get a looter a spot paler. Arm a damsel – doom a dam. Not a base camera was in a frost, first on knees on top spot. Now a camera was a widened dam. Ask: Cold, do we dye? No, hot – push tap, set on to hosepipe. Nuts in a pod liven. A chasm regrets a motto of a fine veto of wars. Too bad – I all won. A sadist sent cadets – a war reign a hero derides. A bad loser, a seer, tossed a cradle – he begat to cosset – a minaret for Carole, Beryl, Nora. We’re not as poor to self. I risk cold as main is tidal. As not one to delay burden, I don’t set it on “hot”. A foot made free pie race losses runnier. As draw won pull, eye won nose. Vile hero saw order it was in – even a moron saw it – no, witnessed it: Llama drops – ark riots. Evil P.M. in a sorer opus enacts all laws but worst arose. Grab a nosey llama – nil lesser good, same nicer omen. In pins? No, it is open. If a top spins, dip in soot. Madam, as I desire, dictates: Pull aside, damsels, I set a rag not for a state bastion. A test I won e.g. a contest I won. Kidnap, in part, an idle hero. Megastars, red, rosy, tied no tie. Blast! A hero! We do risk a yeti’s opposition! He too has a wee bagel still up to here held. Demigods pack no mask, cap nor a bonnet, for at last a case is open – I left a tip – it wets. A dog wets too. Radios to help pay my tip, pull a tip. Ale, zoo beer, frets yon animal. Can it? New sex arose but, we sots, not to panic – it’s ale – did I barrel? Did I lose diadem, rare carrot in a jar of mine? Droop as tops sag – unseen knots. A cat ate straw as buck risk cud; evil foe, nil a red nag ate? Bah! Plan it – silage. Model foot in arboreta. I, dark Satanist, set fire – voodoo – to slat. I design a metal as parrot, I deem it now. One vast sum is no ten in set – amen! Indeed, nine drag a yam, nine drag a tie. Dame nabs flower; can we help man? Woman is worse nob. Mud level rose, so refill a rut. A nag of iron I made to trot I defied – I risk leg and its ulnae. Can a pen I felt to bid dollar or recite open a crate, open a cradle, his garret? Sample hot Edam in a pan. I’m a rotten digger – often garden I plan, I agreed; All agreed? Aye, bore ensign; I’d a veto – I did lose us site. Wool to hem us? No, cotton. Site pen in acacias or petals a last angel bee frets in. I met a gorilla (simian); a mate got top snug Noel fire-lit role. Manet, Pagnol, both girdle his reed bogs. Flan I reviled, a vet nods to order it, Bob, and assign it. Totem users go help mates pull as eye meets eye. Son – mine – pots a free pie, yes? No. Left a tip? Order a dish to get. A ring is worn – it is gold. Log no Latin in a monsignor, wet or wise. Many a menu to note carrot. Cat in a boot loots; As I live, do not tell! A bare pussy, as flat on fire, I know loots guns, fires a baton, nets a hero my ale drop made too lax. If it is to rain, a man is a sign; I wore macs, no melons rot. I use moths if rats relive, sir, or retire. Vendor pays: I admire vendee, his pots net roe. Nine dames order an opal fan; I’ll ask cold log fire vendor to log igloo frost. Under Flat Six exist no devils. Marxist nods to Lenin. To Lenin I say: “Mama is a deb, besides a bad dosser.” Gen it up to get “ova” for “egg”. I recall a tarot code: yell at a dessert side-dish sale. Yes/nos a task cartel put correlate: E.S.P. rocks a man. I am a man, am no cad, I’m aware where it’s at! Fire! Its an ogre-god to help, man, as I go. Do not swap; draw, pull a troll! It’s not a cat I milk – calf, for a fee, sews a button – knit or tie damsel over us. Mined gold lode I fill until red nudes I met in a moor-top bar can. I sit, I fill a diary – trap nine men in ten-part net – oh, sir, I ask, cod nose? No, damp eel. So, to get a name! I say, Al! I am Al! Last, I felt, to breed, deer begat. To can I tie tissue – damp – or deliver Omani artist – a man of Islam. In a den mad dogs lived on minis a signor who lived afore targets in at. As eremites pull, I, we, surf, fantasise, mend a bad eye. No hero met satyr; Tony, as I stressed, won’t, so cosset satyr. A vet on isles made us sign it, a name. Foe man one sub. Aside no dell I fret a wallaby; metal ferrets yodel, like so. On a wall I ate rye. Bored? No, was I rapt! One more calf? O.K., calf, one more, bossy! No! Lock cabin, rob yam, sip martini. Megastar was in a risk. Cat? No, I’m a dog; I’m a sad loyal pet. A design I wore – kilts (a clan); if net drawn, I put it up. Royal spots snag – royal prevents rift. Composer, good diet, ar

What time do you have for your health? Improve Your Health, Home and Cooking Skills An article by Alexandru Brad Health and cooking skills. What does mean to have a good health? What do we make for having a good health? First thing in mind is eating good food and make some sports. Food means have a diet or choose fresh meals…drink natural juices and natural water. Eating meat, fresh vegetables and fruits … everything you want. Or take a vegetarian stile! It’s up to you! Cooked by your own recipes or other. How we make the choose? What is good for us? Sometimes is good to visit a nutritionist or read more from ebooks first. The nutritional supplements are good for us? Maybe yes. Regarding the sports, what sports we choose? When was the last time you went in a gym classroom or in a bodybuilding center?... Many of people will say “Sorry…I don’t find the time for doing that..”. But in there home they made any gymnastic exercises, or aerobic, or fitness? Or some of them had an organized room for bodybuilding? Give some answers to these questions and get you general answer about your health and how good is your breakfast and dinner…You can also look in the mirror and take a deep look at yourself, specially in your eyes and tell yourself the truth. And what do you want to do for improving this situation, in case it is not so good? Home. The place where you live, how important do you think it is? This is the place where you breathe, eat, rest, study, play, listen to the music, and develop your hobbies… It is a clean place? Do you have a house cleaner? Or do your cleaning by yourself? In that case let’s say that you enjoy a little time a sport house… That’s something good for your shapes! Do you have plants, flowers in your home? Do you like to design your room by your own inspiration? Do you have a positive ambient in your whole home? What about a garden in your backyard, or a pool for swimming? Do you know that gardening is relaxing? … Friendship and love. When you have a good health, a clean and beautiful house with plants, flowers… you have a beautiful smile on your face, you become a magnet for people who desire to be your friend! They want to share friendship and love with you! So, smile them, embrace them and let them be your friend. They will want to share there stories, lifestile, deep feelings with you. Work and travel. When you have a good health, a beautiful home, many friends, and you are happy, the daily job became to you something not so irritating and tiresome, you will hate no more working because you have an open mind and you can manage easily the job tasks. When the holidays arrived, you will take a travel wherever you like to go, because you have friends all over the world! If not, you can meet me and my friends on my forum. I hope this article make a lot of questions regarding how well is your life organized! You can find products, ebooks, free stuff, benefits about health, home and cooking on my store site: http://www.4int4future.com Also, you can join and participate or just read discussions about these issues in my forum: http://forum.4int4future.com Thanks for your time reading this article. Best regards, Alex Brad

Can someone PLEASE explain this poem to me ?!? Carmel Highlands By Janet Loxley Lewis Below the gardens and the darkening pines The living water sinks among the stones, Sinking yet foaming till the snowy tones Merge with the fog drawn landward in dim lines. The cloud dissolves among the flowering vines, And now the definite mountain-side disowns The fluid world, the immeasurable zones. Then white oblivion swallows all designs. But still the rich confusion of the sea, Unceasing voice, sombre and solacing, Rises through veils of silence past the trees; In restless repetition bound, yet free, Wave after wave in deluge fresh releasing An ancient speech, hushed in tremendous ease. Yea im supposed to do a 3 minute presentation on my understanding of the poem, including literary observations and my reaction to the poem, and i know its talking about mountains and confusing water but thats it lol can someone explain it in more depth to me??

Web Page Design help? I've been having some trouble with putting this through the W3C validator. Can someone help me with this. My main problems are: Line 20, Column 25: required attribute "alt" not specified Line 27, Column 33: required attribute "alt" not specified Line 32, Column 1: end tag for "div" omitted, but OMITTAG NO was specified ***************************************************************************************************** <!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Transitional//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-transitional.dtd"> <html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> <head> <title>Validator Exersize</title> </head> <body> <div id="entire-page"> <div id="top-section"> <img src="banner.jpg" alt="banner" /> <div id="logo"> <h1>My Company</h1> <h2>100 Main St., Minneapolis, MN</h2> </div> <p> We talk about flowers all the time, stop in and chat. We offer an inviting environment where you can view plants and talk to the master gardener. We serve free coffee and pastries all day long. </p> <p><img src="patio.jpg"/></p> </div> <div id="sidebar"> <h2>Garden Photos</h2> <p> <img src="sunflower.jpg" alt="sunflower closeup"/> <img src="astilbe.jpg" /> </p> </div> </body </html>

web page design question? I've been trying to put this through the W3C validation thing for a while and it keeps saying something is wrong. Can some one help me with this.. <!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Transitional//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-transitional.dtd"> <html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> <head> <title>Validator Exersize</title> </head> <body> <div id="entire-page"> <div id="top-section"> <img src="banner.jpg" alt="banner" /> <div id="logo"> <h1>My Company</h1> <h2>100 Main St., Minneapolis, MN <p> We talk about flowers all the time, stop in and chat.<br /> <p>We offer an inviting environment where you can view plants and talk to the master gardener. We serve free coffee and pastries all day long. </p> <p><img src="patio.jpg" width="480" height="500" /></p> </div> <div id="sidebar"> <h2>Garden Photos</h2> <p> <img src="sunflower.jpg" alt="sunflower closeup"/> <img src="astilbe.jpg" /</p> </div> </div> </body> </html>

Anyone had doubts about there wedding venue once its booked? So me and my fiance have eventually set a date for our wedding, may 2010. Found it difficult to decide on where to be married as everywhere is sooo expensive! Eventually decided on a place called Piperdam (www.piperdam.com) the first venue we agreed on. We paid the deposit to make the booking but since then i cant help looking at other venues and thinking they look better!! I had originally wanted my dream wedding of a castle in scotland, beautiful gardens, exclusive use, but we dont and our parents dont have £20k to have such a grand day. Piperdam is still gonna cost us too, its not cheap but is very picturesque like i wanted. I want my guests to be like "wow", im a bit of a show off and want to impress. Part of me is being realistic and is just excited about being married to the person i love and not care where it is but then the "cinderella" part of me is wanting the wow factor. Also if any one can give me some money saving tips for weddings would be grateful! I am getting a wedding cake from marks and spencer and decorating it myself (£150 max) Hiring a part time photographer who is keen to build up his portfolio (£600 for full day from getting ready to first dance) I was originally quoted £2k from another photographer Found a piper online who plays for free for sheer enjoyment, just pay travel expenses and a few cokes. Not having wedding cars, gonna borrow a friends fancy car and have ribbon on it. Making my own invitations, brother in law is designing them, father in law does calligraphy. Using silk flowers for bridesmaids as you can pick them up quite cheap on ebay. Friend who is makeup artist and hair stylist is doing my hair and makeup on day. Getting my designer wedding dress made by milly bridal for £200 quid than pay for original at £1200. Having favours, miniture jackdaniels £1 each and sweets for girls Having a friend DJ at night (hopefully) Any other ideas? Thanks in advance xx

POLL: does anyone know what this is an example of? Star? Not I! Movie – it too has a star in or a cameo who wore mask – cast are livewires. Soda-pop straws are sold, as part-encased a hot tin, I saw it in mad dog I met. Is dog rosy? Tie-dye booths in rocks. All ewes lessen ill. I see sheep in Syria? He, not I, deep in Syria, has done. No one radio drew old one. Many moths – I fondle his; no lemons are sold. Loot delis, yob, moths in a deli bundle his tin. Pins to net a ball I won – pins burst input. I loot to get a looter a spot paler. Arm a damsel – doom a dam. Not a base camera was in a frost, first on knees on top spot. Now a camera was a widened dam. Ask: Cold, do we dye? No, hot – push tap, set on to hosepipe. Nuts in a pod liven. A chasm regrets a motto of a fine veto of wars. Too bad – I all won. A sadist sent cadets – a war reign a hero derides. A bad loser, a seer, tossed a cradle – he begat to cosset – a minaret for Carole, Beryl, Nora. We’re not as poor to self. I risk cold as main is tidal. As not one to delay burden, I don’t set it on “hot”. A foot made free pie race losses runnier. As draw won pull, eye won nose. Vile hero saw order it was in – even a moron saw it – no, witnessed it: Llama drops – ark riots. Evil P.M. in a sorer opus enacts all laws but worst arose. Grab a nosey llama – nil lesser good, same nicer omen. In pins? No, it is open. If a top spins, dip in soot. Madam, as I desire, dictates: Pull aside, damsels, I set a rag not for a state bastion. A test I won e.g. a contest I won. Kidnap, in part, an idle hero. Megastars, red, rosy, tied no tie. Blast! A hero! We do risk a yeti’s opposition! He too has a wee bagel still up to here held. Demigods pack no mask, cap nor a bonnet, for at last a case is open – I left a tip – it wets. A dog wets too. Radios to help pay my tip, pull a tip. Ale, zoo beer, frets yon animal. Can it? New sex arose but, we sots, not to panic – it’s ale – did I barrel? Did I lose diadem, rare carrot in a jar of mine? Droop as tops sag – unseen knots. A cat ate straw as buck risk cud; evil foe, nil a red nag ate? Bah! Plan it – silage. Model foot in arboreta. I, dark Satanist, set fire – voodoo – to slat. I design a metal as parrot, I deem it now. One vast sum is no ten in set – amen! Indeed, nine drag a yam, nine drag a tie. Dame nabs flower; can we help man? Woman is worse nob. Mud level rose, so refill a rut. A nag of iron I made to trot I defied – I risk leg and its ulnae. Can a pen I felt to bid dollar or recite open a crate, open a cradle, his garret? Sample hot Edam in a pan. I’m a rotten digger – often garden I plan, I agreed; All agreed? Aye, bore ensign; I’d a veto – I did lose us site. Wool to hem us? No, cotton. Site pen in acacias or petals a last angel bee frets in. I met a gorilla (simian); a mate got top snug Noel fire-lit role. Manet, Pagnol, both girdle his reed bogs. Flan I reviled, a vet nods to order it, Bob, and assign it. Totem users go help mates pull as eye meets eye. Son – mine – pots a free pie, yes? No. Left a tip? Order a dish to get. A ring is worn – it is gold. Log no Latin in a monsignor, wet or wise. Many a menu to note carrot. Cat in a boot loots; As I live, do not tell! A bare pussy, as flat on fire, I know loots guns, fires a baton, nets a hero my ale drop made too lax. If it is to rain, a man is a sign; I wore macs, no melons rot. I use moths if rats relive, sir, or retire. Vendor pays: I admire vendee, his pots net roe. Nine dames order an opal fan; I’ll ask cold log fire vendor to log igloo frost. Under Flat Six exist no devils. Marxist nods to Lenin. To Lenin I say: “Mama is a deb, besides a bad dosser.” Gen it up to get “ova” for “egg”. I recall a tarot code: yell at a dessert side-dish sale. Yes/nos a task cartel put correlate: E.S.P. rocks a man. I am a man, am no cad, I’m aware where it’s at! Fire! Its an ogre-god to help, man, as I go. Do not swap; draw, pull a troll! It’s not a cat I milk – calf, for a fee, sews a button – knit or tie damsel over us. Mined gold lode I fill until red nudes I met in a moor-top bar can. I sit, I fill a diary – trap nine men in ten-part net – oh, sir, I ask, cod nose? No, damp eel. So, to get a name! I say, Al! I am Al! Last, I felt, to breed, deer begat. To can I tie tissue – damp – or deliver Omani artist – a man of Islam. In a den mad dogs lived on minis a signor who lived afore targets in at. As eremites pull, I, we, surf, fantasise, mend a bad eye. No hero met satyr; Tony, as I stressed, won’t, so cosset satyr. A vet on isles made us sign it, a name. Foe man one sub. Aside no dell I fret a wallaby; metal ferrets yodel, like so. On a wall I ate rye. Bored? No, was I rapt! One more calf? O.K., calf, one more, bossy! No! Lock cabin, rob yam, sip martini. Megastar was in a risk. Cat? No, I’m a dog; I’m a sad loyal pet. A design I wore – kilts (a clan); if net drawn, I put it up. Royal spots snag – royal prevents rift. Composer, good diet, ar

READ AND COMMENT PLEASE ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? A short story I wrote, just for fun. : D The Artisan The corners of his mouth lifted a radiant expression in an old, tired face. He ran his dark, callused hand over the smoothness of the bronze, his eyelids fluttered as he remembered every inch of his work, he was suddenly seized by a desire to rip off the cloth that wrapped his hands, exposing raw skin, but no matter, for as the cool intricacies of the gate touched his hands, he thought he would never feel anything more pleasant, and indeed he would not. Moving past the rushes he had toiled to grow, he sat in the sunshine of the courtyard, smiling, though his death was only hours away. Memories and sounds flooded in through the walls, over pouring around him, suffocating him, but he drank it all in, savoring his last sensations of emotions. All had been in this place, the feeling of dark charcoal on his fingers as he laid plans for the very embodiment of his soul, the clay bricks as he molded and shaped them with only his bare hands, seeds of every variety to furnish the king’s beautiful courtyard. Every momentary sensation came back to him, and he convulsed with pleasure and satisfaction at his work. The pain of his back that had troubled him as he spent so many days and nights bent over, shovels, hoes, bronze or rock in hand, and he threw his head back as his spine gave way. It would never support him again. The Artisan lay on the floor, panting, as his eyes sagged, the nights he had denied himself sleep weighing down upon him, but he would never fell the pleasure of sleep again, for he was near the eternal sleep. Veined, knotted, and tired hands caressed his face as in his nose the smell of dirt and of paint under his fingernails pervaded over him. He was suddenly surrounded by people, where he was carefully painting elaborate designs in his courtyard, each stroke of the brush imbued with so much passion, and each release of the pressure in his fingers the ultimate sensation. His hands ached from the strain, sweat running down from his brow, but he pursued on, his desperate heart thumping in the motion of the strain. The pain was exact and wonderful, passionate and enjoyable. When the sounds of the young men who came to watch died off, he remained as darkness fell, and with every burn in his arms he felt new stabbings of ecstasy as his dreams and nightmares unfolded on this canvas. Every moment of his life that had been so full of beauty, for art was the ultimate beauty, the need for man to reach the divine, he felt this now. His eyes had long since cried in wonder at his work, until he saw no more and the world, in his sanctuary was filled with light, the light of God. He felt his presence now, felt that heaven must illuminate him in a holy glow for the fluttering of joy that coursed through his soul were only that of heaven, of paradise, of this courtyard. Night grew eternal now, and as he faded into it, the passion of his limbs and heart faded, he waited for the peace that would become him, waited and did not receive it. For without pain he was stripped of his pleasure, and if his mouth was not convoluted he would have howled in the raw feeling of it. But he did not, he only found himself alone and naked, curled with his legs beneath him, with no eyes to give vessel to his tears. There was no emotion in him, for away from all that he had known, he had no other emotions to have memory of. Burning, writhing fire consumed his heart, the Artisan felt his lament, and his curiosity grew, oh what it would have been to feel love! True love, for a wife, for children of his own, he only knew the love which he had for his art, the cold stone, which would take from him what it could not return. An empty feeling pervaded in his stomach, for he had no notion of anger and could not feel it, could not feel for his life wasted, for his time lost, for the life that had been snatched from him. It dawned on him now, that he would have liked to run in the fields across the hills, to feel peaceful, and free, he would have liked to eat fruit off the tree and to talk and laugh with the men of his village. How many sensations there had been in life! So many that he would not understand, the piety of the Church, jealousy of the neighbor’s flower beds, could it be that the passion he had enjoyed for so many years could be taken on in many forms? Were they like leaves on a tree, varying and each with a pleasure all its own? But The Artisan would not know, would never know that his joy had been in such variety that all the world enjoyed it with leisure, but not him. For even now he doubted that leisure could induce such happiness of emotion. Frozen in the state in which he would remain, he only rocked back and forth, seeking some reminisce of his former glory, his eyes glazed to the Garden of Eden that lay at his feet, and the merry souls that roamed wit souls that roamed within it, to which he would be, forever blind.