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Resolved Question: How did they break into my car?

It's a mystery. Here are the facts: -2006 Hyundai Elantra with stock alarm system (very basic). I use the key fob to lock my doors and set my alarm without fail. -Wednesday afternoon I had a locksmith at my apartment to change my locks due to a problem we were having with the door knob getting stuck. He was a younger nice guy. He had to run outside to receive something from his van and I offered him my keys so he could receive back into my apartment building. He was gone but a few minutes. I now realize stupid that was, and trust me I have learned my lesson so no lecturing please! I drove my car after he left and don't remember anything out of the ordinary. I know I locked and armed my car that night. -Thursday morning nothing was missing or out of the ordinary...although my car doors MAY have already been unlocked and I failed to notice. (I don't recall entirely...I'm a little foggy due to some life changes, I must admit). Then I drove down the freeway and noticed my hood was bouncing up and down. I pulled over to close it every the way, as it was obviously not latched every the way. I have not had my hood popped for any reason recently. Thursday night I lock and arm my car. Friday morning every my doors are unlocked. I receive in my car and look that someone had tried to steal my CD player but failed. Three dollars are stolen from the glove box, as well as my ipod from my middle console. Yes I had valuables in my car, but they were not within site. It should also be noted that the three dollars and ipod MAY have been stolen Wednesday night, I just hadn't noticed because I didn't open my glove box or console. Also, my hood was NOT popped Friday morning. It should be noted that I'm pretty sure my car alarm won't arm without the hood closed every the way. Also, I'm not entirely sure how my car alarm works, but if it is armed and I try to open my doors from the inside, the alarm goes off. For a moment I thought maybe the locksmith had unlocked my car, popped the hood, and disabled the alarm so he could break in easily later. But, I set my alarm that evening. How did they do it? What part, if any, do you think the locksmith had? How and why was my hood popped? What can I do to protect myself? It seems to me the people who did it were amateurs...they REALLY tried to receive my CD player but failed. If they were in fact amateurs, it scares me how easily someone could gain access to my car without breaking a window or doing any damage whatsoever :(

May 28, 2010 at 8:39 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my chapter 1?

Luke sat awake at night, unable to snooze out of fear and anticipation. Propped against the wall was his freshly-sharpened sword, the rubies in its handle glinting, drowned in moonlight. He gave a sharp sigh and stared at the sword, waiting for the sun to show its first fays over the vast horizon. To him it seemed like morning would never arrive. It was useless to stay awake and use energy that would be needed the next day. He was awaiting news of his dad’s ever-so-daring attempt to invade King’s Island. He knew the news wouldn’t be positive, but was wondering how bad it really was. If every was well, his dad would return home in less than a month. Luke hoped with every his heart that this was what he would hear when he awoke to his mom’s results. Luke never really understood his dad’s braveness. He wasn’t glad living below the King’s rule, but he never believed he could do something about it. For every he knew, he was hopeless, doomed to live forever in suffering. And he had nearly forgotten life as it had been four years ago, before the Last King died. He believed he would never witness a time like that again. But his beliefs were about to change. He tossed over in bed hopelessly and attempted to fall asleep. He succeeded, for in what seemed like mere seconds, he was engaged in a dream… His pal Noah was there, groping at the edge of a pit filled with raging water. Luke tried to reach Noah and help him, but his arms were held tightly by a hooded man. Whispers echoed out from the walls of the cavern. Where was he? Then, he saw Ava was being held the same way he was, on the other side of the cavern. A shiny, golden object glimmered on the cave floor. The whisper came again, and Noah released his grip. Down, down, down he went below the water, deep beneath the surface. Luke felt himself call out to Noah, but it was of no use. The object on the floor glittered brighter now, lighting the whole cavern. But before Luke could look what the object was, he was awoken by the knob of his door jiggling. Someone was turning it! His heart pounding, he sprang out of bed and grabbed his sword, holding on for dear life. But it was just his nerves, because it was not anything bad that came through his bedroom door. It was his sister, Ava. “Luke, mom wants—”she began, the slowly eased her way into her next sentence without finishing the first. “What’s that for?” she finished suspiciously. He put it down, a wave of relief washing over him. It was just a dream… “Sorry, Ava. Go and tell mom I am on my way.” Ava gave a tiny nod as she left, her long, brown hair falling in front of her face. Luke waited a moment, catching his breath. He didn’t want his mom to ask him what happened, and he didn’t want to explain. Then he continued into the living room where his mom sat, accompanied by Tabbi, Ava’s cat. Tabbi lay peacefully on the floor, sleeping contently. “dad’s note was supposed to arrive today. Where is it?” he asked stiffly. His mom froze. She was pained to think of this, let alone talk the word out noisy. “Your dad…” she began with a soft sigh and stunted tears. “Go on!” insisted Luke. He bit his lip, waiting for her answer. His mom sighed again. “Was taken to King’s Island as a captive,” she sobbed, one lone tear streaming down her face. The words felt like razor blades in Luke’s ear. He bit his lip so difficult that blood began to bead there. “But…” she began again, trying to cheer him up, but she herself was not convinced. “He has rubies set in his sword, just like yours. Rubies provide strength.” Luke shook his head. “Surely that would be taken from him upon capture,” he contradicted. His mom looked up, obviously agreeing silently. Then Ava walked into the room, sobbing difficult. “I heard,” she explained. She ran to Luke and encircled him in a sisterly hug. He comforted his sister, but was not comforted inside. She pulled away and continued sobbing. “He will be—” Luke began, but decided not to say anything that he wasn’t sure about. There was a faint knock at the front door as Luke wiped the tears from Ava’s eyes. He stood up in a flash, almost as if he had been expecting it, and explained. “I will receive the door.” Really, it just gave him a reason to leave the room, where heavy silence filled the air with sorrow. He rounded the corner into the hallway and swung open the door. Standing outside was Noah, his fearless best pal. Images of his dream flashed into his head, but he decided not to tell Noah about it. “Good morning,” Noah muttered. “What happened?” he then inquired, seeing that Luke’s face was red. “My dad, he’s been gone for five mom, and is—”he began, when he couldn’t hold back tears any longer. “Being held captive on King’s Isle.” Noah’s face changed then, to one of guilt. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, turning his gaze up from the floor. Luke looked up then, too. “Nothing,” he answered seriously. “I cannot help him with

May 27, 2010 at 10:39 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Do i need a locksmith to fit either of these bedroom lock?

hi i need a cheap lock for my bedroom obviously i would prefer one that would not need a locsmith to fit (cos thtl cost tons) also which one of these would be best for my bedroom TESA Knob Entrance Privacy Lock Set Brass with 3 keys http://www.amazon.co.uk/TESA-Knob-Entrance-Privacy-Brass/dp/B00337MOQ0/ref=sr_1_71?ie=UTF8&s=diy&qid=1268165349&sr=1-71 or would this one be better ( there roughly the same cost this ones looks better though locks automatically) BioAxxis PCL-1 PIN Code Door Lock - Left Hand Door http://www.amazon.co.uk/BioAxxis-PCL-1-Code-Door-Lock/dp/B0035FARPU/ref=wl_it_dp_o?ie=UTF8&coliid=I3764NVH7V501J&colid=YVCE8NUYB6UQ i like that its a number lock but would that be harder to fit or ould it be like a walk in the park please answer asap cos paydays comig soon and i need to buy one of them

March 9, 2010 at 3:21 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my story?

I wrote this story as sort of an idea for an animation I'm going to do. The sun is blue and grass is grey. But today, thin red fog hovered lazily over the pavement, forming a path that wound around a tiring road that led upwards and only upwards. A pair of tiny feet fluttered over the rocky path, wondering when to cease and if they'd gone too far already. Surely enough, the road did guide somewhere--a home. As she felt her way up to the doorstep, the knob turned and the door opened releasing a harsh breath of air. It was as if the home exhaled on her and then inhaled her in. Once inside, she immediately noticed the odor of lavender breathing on her neck. It was her favorite odor. Enchanted, she felt around for the walls as she stumbled over the protruding floorboards scattered about. The needy girl was blind, so she couldn't look that this home held everything she has ever wanted and everything she'll ever want in the future. She leaned against a wall to try to hear for any sounds and heard shelves shake back and forth. She became scared, but it was only teddy bears leaping off the racks to arrive and greet her. She always wanted a real teddy bear. One that you can hug with soft ears and a fat belly. Unfortunately, her parents could barely keep themselves from drowning in an ocean of burning money, so the closest she ever had to one was a difficult plastic bear attached to a rusty chain. She made her way up the stairs and walked through a long narrow hallway. Sensing something, she paused and pressed her ear against it and heard movement behind the wall. A pair of hands reached out and covered her eyes. It felt odd as a luminous wave of energy sifted through the fingers, like sand. The hands pulled away and she blinked once, twice, three times and suddenly a different world was staring at her. She felt a heavy cloud of new emotions looming over her head as she looked around. Holding up her hand, she saw a beautiful color she'd never seen before. She stared at her shadow, but shuffling through her vocabulary, she couldn't find a word to describe this deep color, and the way it moved exactly as she did fascinated her. She'd never had a use for words that described these visions, so she never retained any of them. But now she was willing to learn. Gripping her teddy bear, she leapt out of the home without struggle and found herself diving down the stony path faster than she’d ever been able to go. Drowning in ecstasy, she paid no attention to the big boulders jutting out of the ground and a buckle from her shoe threw itself around a spiny twig like a lasso. The tension yanked at her ankle as the stick set firmly in the ground tripped her, landing on her face. A pain resonated within her skull, and her eyes felt an intense sting. When she sat up, she found herself gazing through the darkness again. She blinked. Over and over and over again, but the image didn’t last. She felt around her, a thick blanket was covering her and the scent of dust enveloped her, she knew she was in her possess home. Downcast, she threw her arms to the side. Her hand landed on something soft. She picked it up and held it. Soft ears, fat belly. Was it? It was. Her spirit shook and picked her up as she followed the red fog up the path once again. I'm 13 by the way. Bleh.

March 6, 2010 at 6:42 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: HORRENDOUS CASE OF CHILD ABUSE......?

...did anyone look the ABC news report on two women who tortured a 5yr old child? my heart goes out to this needy baby who is clinging to life right now in L.A. county... two days ago he was left alone and it just so happened that a stranger passing by discovered him and notified authorities.. the mom and her live-in girlfriend had an appt with DCS.. and left him behind to cover up the abuse... they used a friends healthy child to keep the DCS appt.. they turned themselves in yesterday... one was on parole... no bail.. the other bail set at $100,000.00... LAPD reports that this is thee most severe case they have ever seen and an individual lived from it.. it comes close to what one would experience in a POW situation... *warning* this is very graphic: his injuries are as follows.. his hands cannot open due to being placed on a hot stove.. cigarette burns to his genitals and other body parts... he was tied to a door knob ad beaten.. he was systematically starved.. and forced to sit in his possess urine... he has a broken tooth with nerve exposed.. clinging to life..

March 30, 2010 at 7:08 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: What do you think of this writing?

If there's anything at every that you don't like or think needs improving, please tell me! ----- I watch as the pallbearers gently set down the coffin. The dismal day perfectly complements how I feel at that moment. As I look around, I realize that only six people are in attendance: the preacher, the four pallbearers, and myself. Great Alice never did have anyone but me. “Shall we start?” dad Harrison asks. I simply nod; the sooner I am out of this cemetery, the better. Bible passages are read, the coffin covered. The preacher goes home, leaving me to mourn in solitude, though I do not sob, just stare at the grave. What will I do without you? I ask my dead great-grandmother. I never receive an answer. With a sigh, I trudge across dirt and gravestones to my car that I will soon no longer be able to afford. I steer back to Great Alice’s home, knowing I will have to finally face the attic. I’m not sure if she would appreciate me rifling through her personal and sentimental items, but it’s moot now. The more I consider going into the attic, I actually find myself looking forward to it; I have always been curious as to what she had stored from the past. Some would find Great Alice’s home odd or even frightening. Not me, however. It’s the only home I’ve ever known, so it‘s a comfort. I open the door and enter the home for the first time in a week, since Alice passed away. It smells different somehow, or perhaps I just grew unaccustomed to the odor of dried rose petals and dust in my absence. I look at every the familiar objects around the foyer, and I’m surprised that things have stayed the same even though Great Alice is gone. But I don’t waste time feeling nostalgic. I have business upstairs. The spiral staircase has always been my favorite feature of this home. It’s worn, creaking, and, in some places, termites have eaten away the wood. Still, it manages to retain a charm that cannot be found in newer homes. The steps give me their usual greeting of groans as I make my way up to the attic. I reach the attic door, and, for the first time, turn the door knob. As I gently slide the door open, a cloud of dust emerges from the room that has not been visited in possibly decades. I fumble in the darkness for a light switch. For a moment, I wonder if this room was never equipped with electricity, it’s that old. Finally, I find an antique lamp, dusty and cracked. The light illuminating from it is weak, but t will have to do. The room is lit in an eerie way. Shadows are cast in every different angles from the walls; one looks at me with a leer. As I take in my surroundings, I discover that the attic is basically empty, except for one thing. The single object in the room is a chest. I find it odd that Great Alice would be so protective of it. What nice of treasures has she kept in there for every these years? I approach the chest cautiously, as if some creature will jump from it and attack. Unfortunately, nothing jumps out because the chest is locked. And I don’t believe I have the key to it. Suddenly, I feel a breeze. I assume it’s from an open window when I remember that there are no windows in the attic.

March 14, 2010 at 7:27 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: What do you think of this first chapter?

Please CRITIQUE. Thanks! I watch as the pallbearers gently set down the coffin. The dismal day perfectly complements how I feel at that moment. As I look around, I realize that only six people are in attendance: the preacher, the four pallbearers, and myself. Great Alice never did have anyone but me. “Shall we start?” dad Harrison asks. I simply nod; the sooner I am out of this cemetery, the better. Bible passages are read, the coffin covered. The preacher goes home, leaving me to mourn in solitude, though I do not sob, just stare at the grave. What will I do without you? I ask my dead great-grandmother. I never receive an answer. With a sigh, I trudge across dirt and gravestones to my car that I will soon no longer be able to afford. I steer back to Great Alice’s home, knowing I will have to finally face the attic. I’m not sure if she would appreciate me rifling through her personal and sentimental items, but it’s moot now. The more I consider going into the attic, I actually find myself looking forward to it; I have always been curious as to what she had stored from the past. Some would find Great Alice’s home odd or even frightening. Not me, however. It’s the only home I’ve ever known, so it‘s a comfort. I open the door and enter the home for the first time in a week, since Alice passed away. It smells different somehow, or perhaps I just grew unaccustomed to the odor of dried rose petals and dust in my absence. I look at every the familiar objects around the foyer, and I’m surprised that things have stayed the same even though Great Alice is gone. But I don’t waste time feeling nostalgic. I have business upstairs. The spiral staircase has always been my favorite feature of this home. It’s worn, creaking, and, in some places, termites have eaten away the wood. Still, it manages to retain a charm that cannot be found in newer homes. The steps give me their usual greeting of groans as I make my way up to the attic. I reach the attic door, and, for the first time, turn the door knob. As I gently slide the door open, a cloud of dust emerges from the room that has not been visited in possibly decades. I fumble in the darkness for a light switch. For a moment, I wonder if this room was never equipped with electricity, it’s that old. Finally, I find an antique lamp, dusty and cracked. The light illuminating from it is weak, but t will have to do. The room is lit in an eerie way. Shadows are cast in every different angles from the walls; one looks at me with a leer. As I take in my surroundings, I discover that the attic is basically empty, except for one thing. The single object in the room is a chest. I find it odd that Great Alice would be so protective of it. What nice of treasures has she kept in there for every these years? I approach the chest cautiously, as if some creature will jump from it and attack. Unfortunately, nothing jumps out because the chest is locked. And I don’t believe I have the key to it. Suddenly, I feel a breeze. I assume it’s from an open window when I remember that there are no windows in the attic. Dwanye Hoover - Sorry, I was unaware that you held the copyrights to the word critique. Please don't sue me :(

March 14, 2010 at 12:42 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Honest opinions on this story?

This is the beginning of my story. It's called Scarlet.. Please tell me what you think! I watch as the pallbearers gently set down the coffin. The dismal day perfectly complements how I feel at that moment, though I do not sob. As I look around, I realize that only six people are in attendance: the preacher, the four pallbearers, and myself. Great Alice never did have anyone but me. “Shall we start?” dad Harrison asks. I simply nod; the sooner I am out of this cemetery, the better. Bible passages are read, the coffin covered. The preacher goes home, leaving me to mourn in solitude. What will I do without you? I ask my dead great-grandmother. I never receive an answer. With a sigh, I trudge across dirt and gravestones to my car that I will soon no longer be able to afford. I steer back to Great Alice’s home, knowing I will have to finally face the attic. I’m not sure if she would appreciate me rifling through her personal and sentimental items, but it’s moot now. The more I consider going into the attic, I actually find myself looking forward to it; I have always been curious as to what she had stored from her life years ago. Some would find Great Alice’s home odd or even frightening. Not me, however. It’s the only home I’ve ever known, so it‘s a comfort. I open the door and enter the home for the first time in a week, since Alice passed away. It smells different somehow, or perhaps I just grew unaccustomed to the odor in my absence. I look at every the familiar objects around the foyer, and I’m surprised that things have stayed the same even though Great Alice is gone. But I don’t waste time on feeling nostalgic. I have business upstairs. The spiral staircase has always been my favorite feature of this home. It’s worn, creaking, and, in some places, termites have eaten away bits of the wood. Still, it manages to retain a charm that cannot be found in newer homes. The steps give me their usual greeting of groans as I make my way up to the attic. I reach the attic door, and, for the first time, turn the door knob. As I gently slide the door open, a cloud of dust emerges from the room that has not been visited in possibly decades.

March 13, 2010 at 12:47 am | click here to view more

Voting Question: My dryer won't start.?

I have an old dryer. A Lady Kenmore dryer Model 110 87692110. It doesn't seem to start when I set it to anything other than wrinkle guard. When I set it on wrinkle guard I have to rotate the knob back and fourth eventually wrinkle guard will start. This method used to work for the other settings too but now it won't. I do hear a humming sound when I hit the start button and the dryer door is fully closed. Any ideas on what the problem may be?

June 5, 2010 at 1:11 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: Do I have enough power to supply for this set up?

The right thing isn't always the right thing. I was hoping I could receive an estimate on whether or not what I'm about to do would be feasible, whether or not I'll have enough power to provide for every of it. My family lives in a basement, and in our living room we have two energy-efficient light-bulb, very ordinary white fridge with a freezer on top and fridge below and bottom section for veggies (no place to pour water out off, or for ice to arrive out into a cup, no other fancy functions), normal strength microwave, one heater for water, one rice maker, a 26" TV and a DVD player. When every of them are on but the microwave, and we turn on the microwave, the circuit breaker cuts in and the power goes out. How many watts would you say the living room is using? Would another electricity line going to other parts of the home have the same amount? Note, in case you forgot, that the living room's power is separate from the bedrooms (well...I don't know if flipping a different switch on the circuit when it goes out counts, but it's different switches). There's still power to my room, and another bedroom. The other bedroom only has a lightbulb, sometimes a desktop is on, and a reading light; and my room has a light bulb (usually never on), a desktop computer (not very high watts, old comp), 2 laptops, usually 2 usb external harddrives plugged in to one of those computers (draws more power), a modem and a router (I'm sure those use very little power). I want to add a portable air conditioner to use in my bedroom, these range from 650W to 1000W. Would it be feasible? Would I have enough power for this power consumption in my bedroom and the other room? Or would the new air conditioner just be junk since I won't have enough power to support it? On the circuit breaker box, I have one knob (the switch on the breaker box) with a sticker that says 15 on it, and every the others say 20. I don't know if that helps (if that's amp). They every also say "120 / 240 V AC/CA" I turned the switches to look what went out, and here are the results. Switch 1 (with sticker that says 15) affects my my living room, and one outlet in my room. So that's everything in my living room, minus one lightbulb, and some of the stuff in my bedroom - fan, laptop, xbox360 (only half of my room has no power when I switch off Switch 1). Switch 2 (sticker on knob says 20) only affects a lightbulb in the living room as far as I can tell (probably other things like garage door, garage light, etc). I don't have any outlet to use that's connected from switch 2. Switch 3 (knob says 20) - Haven't turned it because I'm typing on this computer, but I'm gonna guess that affect the other outlet in my room (Switch 1 doesn't affect these), which include the desktop, a router and a modem, monitor, speaker, and that's it (sorry, forgot speaker and monitor last time). Don't know which switch the other bedroom is on, but that room only has the light bulb and the desktop and reading lights. Say...maybe take a guess on whether or not it'll work on switch 1, or 2, or 3?

June 24, 2010 at 6:56 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: What kind of ghost/ spirit do we have, What do they want?

This is mostly what's happened to me and my sister. We hear footsteps when everyone else is asleep. The bed shakes and there's pressure between our feet. It's not an earthquake, nothing else moves. We hear whispering, sometimes in a language we don't understand. Has anyone heard of shadow people? Most people apparently look them out of the corner of their eyes. We look them coming at us head on! It gives us the most awful feeling.. We always sense it before we actually look it.The door knobs will turn before you even touch the door, and not a little bit, I mean every THE WAY. No ones there. We have cats and they usually sense it before it happens too and will puff up and hiss, then run away. We always find them cowering below a seat trembling and their pupils are Enormous! This probably freaked us out the most-- We have no little boys living in our home but that isn't enough to receive them to cease talking to us. We both heard on separate occasions when we were alone a little boy saying a variation of "There he is, to "He's here." What the Hell..? We can't figure that one out at every... I've felt something tugging on my pants and on my shirt. Even saw (nothing) tugging on the shirt. Had something flick me in the ear when no one was around.. OW. I'll be walking outside and hear someone running towards me and look the grass move and no one will be there. My lil sis has a playground, 2 levels, and I heard somebody walking around on the 2nd floor with what sounded to be combat boots! Another absolute annoyance is when we hear banging on the walls. The wallpaper is weird so when you run your hand down it it makes a SSSHHHH sound. well we heard that coming from the closet right over the bed getting progressively louder and louder til the bed was moving because they were hitting the wall so difficult. It sounded like bang ssshhhh. And that lasted for at least 5 min. Until I opened the closet door and told "It" to go away. I saw a full on apparition of a little girl walk into a closet and not arrive back out. We thought it had left once we put crosses up in random places around the home. We aren't fanatics, but it did seem to work for a little while. Then one day we were talking about every the stuff that had happened to us and a DVD lifted up in the air and set back down and did it again. (There was no draft.) I ended up moving and thought I had left that behind me... But of course not. Hating my luck, I started hearing a guy saying my name. Always when I'm alone. I would feel like someone was watching me. I tried to just ignore it, but he got louder and more obnoxious, to the point of putting his "hands" on my shoulder and side right when i turned the light out to go asleep, and like yelled my name.. I'm just gonna assume here and say he wanted my attention. Jesus. My other sister has a pal who is, i think, slightly a medium. Without anyone telling her anything she walked down into my room while i was at work and said that she was worried about me because there was a guy that was standing over me, watching me snooze every night. So this is worrying me a bit. I moved again since then and have had similar things happen, so it's not some haunted home thing. If anyone has any ideas it would be GREATLY APPRECIATED!!!!!

June 22, 2010 at 6:34 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: What kind of ghost/ spirit do we have, what do they want?

June 22, 2010 at 6:29 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Price for antique radio?

I have a zenith universal radio that is from 1943. It has the handle and the back to the magnet is nailed up, but it was told to me that the magnet is still in there. It has every the knobs and there's nothing missing. The only problem is that it's door compartment is hanging loose because one side came off the hinges And it has age wearied leather but other than that it is fine. So my question is what would this be worth on ebay, amazon, etc. Or in an auction type setting. I need real answers from preferably professionals or people who have done research

June 20, 2010 at 12:49 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: old locks using skeleton key: key missing-how can I replicate another?

old old doors, glass knob & actual keyhole. No idea where the original key is-I know I'm going to have to unscrew the whole door knob "set", is there a way to receive a new key made from bringing the lock "insides" to a home depot store? What are the usual procedures with this? any and every suggestions gratefully welcomed

July 8, 2010 at 8:59 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: what can i do to prevent this?

ok so a few weeks ago someone tried to break into my home, some lil wanna be teenagers trying to be "gangster" every they did was try to pop the door knob off my back door but anyways they didn't receive in my front door and other back door are metal so they probably wouldn't even try that but i do have a set of double doors to my back yard and they are mostly glass and less sturdy as a regular door because they are double we have door knob lock and a dead bolt plus we just added a slide lock to the top of each door that slides into the frame but i am goin out of town and am so paranoid that they will notice we are not home and will try again we got timers and thing like that but any suggestions to prevent them from trying to kick in the double doors o yea i got 2 pit bulls too but they might lure them with a treat or something

July 8, 2010 at 10:55 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Teens: Important.........? 10 points (:?

Hey I've always wanted to write/be an author. Anyway what do you think of this first few sections that I wrote? Good or bad? I walk heart beating, palms as icy as ice, my breath escapes my mouth. My face is that of a drunken man whos not a fan of innocence, it hosts a set of cracked lips, deep set eyes glazed with anger and longing and surronded by two black eyes, pallid cheeks, dry dark brown hair that's in a tangle..the face of a killer. My thread bare coat clings to my weak frame as the bitter icy engulfs me and my heart thunders. My feet ache i've been running for so long, I turn to look he's gone. Tears stream down my taunt cheeks as my body shakes and I start to tremble. My home is in sight now, a big victorian building with a tangle of weeds and brambles climbing up it's brown bricks..my legs carry me to the door and my hand twists the knob, my knuckles glow red there stained and icy, my breath escapes me I battle to regain it. I stagger through the door and slink behind it's close wooden frame..my body shakes violently as the hair on the back of my neck aligns it self fuelled by fear and the bitter icy, I close my eyes and become engulfed in darkness. He's here. Would you continue reading? Any good?? Thanks. Okay I receive it, it's crap! I'll cease attempting to write now thanks!

July 5, 2010 at 12:56 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Teens: Important Question...!?? 10 points (:?

July 4, 2010 at 6:54 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: How can I remove the knobs on a mortise lockset?

It is a Corbin knob mortise set with a cylinder to retract the latch on one side and the two push buttons on the mortise box dish to lock/unlock the knob. My issue is I want to re-swing the door so I need to reverse the latch. I have easily taken out the cylinder, but I don't know how to take the knobs off to tug the mortise box out of the door. There are no set screws or slots in the knob at every. It is very old Corbin commercial hardware. I really want to reuse this door to hang in my home, but I need to reverse the latch. How do I remove the knobs? I can take the 4 screws off of the face plates on each side, but this doesn't do anything either. There definitely isn't any set screws or slots on the knobs anywhere. It is from the early 1900's.

July 29, 2010 at 1:31 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Venting an indoor dryer vent: other solutions?

I just moved into my first apartment and bought an electric washer and dryer. Once I moved in I realized that there was no exhaust vent for my dryer. My maintenance man said to buy an indoor exhaust kit for my dryer from Lowe's (Lam bro Industries 4" x 5' Lama Flex Lint Trap Kit). Last night I hooked it up and followed the instructions but the amount of expelled moist air has me worried because the dryer is set up in my closet. Even though I set the kit in the bathroom, the air was so moist that it made the walls and door knobs wet in my bathroom and closet (since I can't close the door with the hose in the doorway) Since my bathroom is right next to my closet, my solution was to connect a 3 way pvc pipe to the top of the lint trap with one part going to the lint trap, the 2nd part from the dryer and the 3rd part with a screen attached and going to my bathroom fan. Here's a direct link to my plan if that helps http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l19/Diabolicalmoo/052063404752lg.jpg Please let me know if any of you may have a better solution to the moisture problem or if my solution my pose any danger or if there might be a better way to vent out (a window is not an option) or if my solution violates any housing codes.

July 27, 2010 at 11:11 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Where can I purchase Magnetic Door Knobs for an apartment (since you can't drill holes in an apt. cabinet)?

I am moving into a new place but it doesn't have already existing holes for cabinet hardware...i really dont want to leave the cabinets without knobs. Does anyone know of an online store or even a common store where i can buy knobs that can be set in place with a magnet? it would be very very helpful... thanks! :-)

July 19, 2010 at 8:41 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: How do you like the begging of my story?

Hi. Im writing a book. I have a lot of stuff done, and htis is the first page or so. Its about a teen named Hazel who meets another student and his sister named Xander and Esther. Of course, the brother and sister are vampires. Hazel falls in adore with Xander and on. Here is my beging- I smelt the fresh, salty air coming in from my window. Listening closely, I heard the soothing waves clash againsnt the rocks, the seagulls squeeking in their highest pitch possible, and the light breeze that whispered in my ear. The fog was veiling the sun, but it still stung my eyes as if an eclipse. tiny shops began to turn on there mistic lights and inviting in a few early birds. The fishers set sail to catch the daily load and the some men in the distance began to drain out water from the catch and butcher. There were few cars driving, like there was everyday. The people mostly walked to work unless they worked in the nearby towns. I embraced every of this like I did everyday These senses woke me up every morning, turning the daily knobs in my head. It was like my possess way of pouring figid water on my head so I could wake up, my possess personal alarm. I've started my day like this for the last 18 years. It was the only way of encourging me to go to school, even if I was going to first grade. Everything was so familair and calming. I liked it because I knew that this was where I belonged, I hadn't been the new comer of anything here and that made me fit right in. This was the essencial of my life. I couldn't live in the big citys with the constant sun and effulgent heat, the incoherent blondes modeling for the magazines or the celebritys causing ample crowds and spoiling everything. I belonged here in Newport, Oregon. Rupturing my eyes of the town, I crept out of my room, trying not to make the floor boards screech. Its not like I wasnt trying to wake anyone up. Infact, my parents where probably out the door already and my brother, Wade, was 28 was who know's where? The thing is is that the creaks made the hairs on my neck stand up. It was like OCD, or something. "kckkkk." I cringed. After I got thru my room, I ventured down the stairs and into the kitchen. I autoaticly smelt the strong imbrace of syrup and orange Juice. But the kitched was deserted as usaul. My parents both had jobs. My dad was one of the fisherman, and my mom was a waitress at a diner called, "MiMi's cafe." My dad had to be gone at 6:00 and my mom at 6:25. I always woke up around 6:35 because it only took me 25 minutes to receive ready, then I had 30 minutes of whatever, and then I left for school and to go receive Kayla and Jackson at 7:50 for school which started at 8:20. I scavengered around for the not my mom leaves me every single morning. Finaly finding it on the microwave, I read to myself- Hazel- Waffles and Orange Juice are in the refrigarator. The syrup is in the cabinet. Have a Wonderfull day. adore- Mom and dad. XOXO I automaticly reconized my moms Exclusive handwritting. The notes she left me always sounded like adore letters more then reminders, with the adore and the XOXO. I crinkled the letter up and propelled it into the recycling bend. I knew where everything was around here and it was just plain common sense that they where in the refirgator like its been fo my whole entire life! For gods sake, I was 18! Sighing, I pulled out my breakfast and poared the syrup oto my waffle. After silently eating my waffle, I absconded up the stairs and into my room, carefull not to make the creaks. I undressed and slipped on a Abbey rode T-shirt, my ripped pants and an old pair of my black converse. I wasn't a hippie, but I loved the brand that they claimed. I listened to the beatles, Jimmy Hendrix, Bob Marley and Janis Joplin. And I also had a aquamarine VW bus from 1964. I went to the bathroom and took my time to brush my teeth, stroked the hairbrush down my Auburn hair that bordered my face, and applid my Burt Bee's chapstick. I went back into my room and went to my difficult wooden desk and unplugged my laptop. I sat it down on my bed and flapped down on my stomach. I sighned in and went to my mesenger. Everyname was a transparent color exept for Kayla. I clicked it and began the conversation.

January 27, 2010 at 9:40 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Possible Paranormal Activity? HELP?

Before I give the details, I just have to say that i've always been a skeptic. i believe in my younger years I have experianced a few things worth questioning, but could possibly have explainations. I've never been able to prove anything when dealing with odd happenings, which still leaves me as a skeptic. The following events have happened sometime between Friday, January 15th through today, January 26th. A couple of friends of mine, brought an Ouija board over to our new apartment on the 15th. We were having somewhat of a receive together, and drinking. I didn't touch the thing, I haven't messed with one of those in about five - six years. Now. I believe what followed after, every has an explaination. I believe their could be a reason behind everything we're witnessing, but I can't help to be spoked, considering I haven't heard any of the following before, and we have lived here almost two months. THE 15TH AND 16TH: The night of the 15th, and 16th, I can't recall anything happening. Although, both mornings, when my fiance and I woke up, at the same time, we could hear a popping noise in the kitchen, while we are both in bed. Both mornings this has occured at the exact same time. It almost sounds as if it's a two litter popping, when the air rises in it. Though, we don't have any bottles in the kitchen. I'm sure there's an explaination for the noise, though we find it odd it has happened at the same time both mornings. THE 16TH - 17TH: On the night of the 16th. We were laying in bed, we have a blowup matress, considering we just moved to Knoxville, from Jacksonville, FL. And don't have every of our items. I was laying closest to the bedroom door, and our dog was laying on my side of the bed, on the floor. It took me sometime to receive to snooze. We hadn't thought anything about the bottles, I didn't even consider anything paranormal at this point. Our bedroom door will not open on it's possess. If anything, it wants to close by itself, and refuses to stay open. I close every doors when I go to snooze. It's an OCD thing for me. I was having trouble sleeping. I had this feeling that someone was staring at me, or watching me. Jenova, our dog, was having trouble sleeping too. Around 10 minutes after I finally got to snooze, I heard the door pop open, and the handle jingled, as if someone had twisted it, and let go. The door creaked up a bit, and then stopped. It did not close back. As I have said before, this door, closes on its possess. THE 17TH: Adam had the day off, and we were hanging out at the home. At some point, he walked into the bedroom, and shortly came out. He then asked me why I set the Space Heater in the bedroom, to 100 degree's. We've NEVER touched the heater, as our heater works well enough, and have never had to use it. It's not digital, it's a knob that you have to turn, and it sticks as well. There is no reason for me to have turned it every the way up. I hadn't told him about the handle. But I found the heater turned every the way up odd, and decided to tell him. After explaining to him what happened with the bedroom door the previous night, he laughed a little, and joked that maybe it was because of the board. This is around the time I started thinking about it. But, me being skeptic, and thinking there could be a reason for everything that's happened. About two minutes after telling him what happened, the same thing happened, this time with the closet door. And, the closet door, acts just as the bedroom door. I walked into the bedroom, the closet was completely open. I tapped it, and it closed. We tried to receive it to stay open, but it wouldn't stay on it's possess. Although, previously, it was. Nothing to odd happened the next few days. I don't remember which day it was, but he confronted me about the space heater again. This time, it was on 60. Again, I hadn't touched it. Now, the knob is NOT on the heater. It's on the opposite wall, and it's too high for any of my dogs to accidently knock into it. It's about level with my head. LAST NIGHT THE 25TH - 26TH: We were sleeping in the living room. I woke up, at around 3AM. And Adam was awake next to me, I asked him why he wasn't sleeping, and he told me to hush. So, I listended for a bit, and could hear what SOUNDED like, a few notes of music, every few minutes. Just barely auidable. It sounded as if it was coming from the TV. It would switch from sounding like music, to sounding like a conversation on the TV. Imagine your TV being on very low, almost to the point where you cant here it, but can pick up a few bits of conversation. Only, your TV is completly off. I thought, maybe the neighbors were playing music, or had their TV noisy. The thing is, there is 10 apartments to a Unit. And we're 1 of 3 families that live in our unit. There are three floors, us on the top, and the other two on the first floor. There's nobody directly beside, or below us. As for today. Adam left the home for work around 10AM. I went back to snooze, awaking

January 26, 2010 at 6:00 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Why don't my mortice knobs work properly?

I recently fitted new, brass effect mortice knobs to three pine doors in my home. They use a tube latch, with a standard knob fitting. However, they have never really worked properly - there seems to be no power in the spring of the tube latch to send the latch back out when you tug any of the doors closed. You twist the handle and it stays twisted, without springing back. OK, this was a cheap set of repro brass fittings from B&Q, but could anything else be wrong? I am used to heavier antique brass fittings that just 'work'! Devonian: I did plan to do this when I first fitted the things but thought they'd loosen up. You don't realise how annoying something is going to receive until you have to use it about 50 times a day! Incidentally, I am inclined to think that perhaps tube latches are not suitable for heavy use as the other doors in my home are fitted with the type of mortice that attached to the front of the door, in a tiny recess, which enables them to home (presumably) a more robust spring mechanism.

January 24, 2010 at 4:50 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Bedroom Re-design help!?

Heres what I've got: Walnut (dark) brown '80s Henredon bedset. (dresser, 2 night stands & queen bed) It's gorgeous and I adore it. I also have a really ultra-modern desk made of light maple veneer and black metal. It is ugly and I want to receive rid of it but can't. :( The walls in my room are tan (also gorgeous and it can't change) The trim (mouldings etc) are off white, and the carpet is a gray/tan color. The accents in my room (door knobs, lighting closet pulls) are bronze AKA fake gold. I am looking for an idea for a color scheme (involving curtains, carpet, bedding, towel sets and accessories) that blend well together (not too matchy-matchy) and conveys a more traditional sophisticated feel. I also have a really ultra-modern desk made of light maple veneer and black metal. I can't and wont change the paint, fixtures, carpet or furniture. Please nothing purple or pink! I've been looking but I just can't find anything. Please help! :D Haha. The cow is fine in her barn... It's ME that needs a new room!

January 15, 2010 at 11:35 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: proof my paper please?

A Different Type of Loss For sixteen years of my life, I felt that my parents had to hold me high upon a pedestal, as if I were the Queen of England. The attitude that my parents owed me everything in life consumed me, but this attitude would soon change. It was eight o’clock on the twenty-seventh of January; the first day of the hardest six months of my life. The sun had set and the bitter icy had rushed into the bones of every living organism that dared to tackle the midst of winter. As I turned the fiercely frozen door knob, I began to open the door to a whole slew of disappointment. I had a dreadful feeling as if something was wrong. The door finally opened, and the sweet aroma of candles swirled through my nostrils, like they always had, but that day they just weren’t as sweet. I crept slowly through the kitchen in order not to disturb my dad, whom I thought was sleeping. Until, to my surprise, he sprung up saying he had awful news. Instantly my stomach fell to my toes; in fear of the worst, I swallowed the biggest glob of spit and replied hesitantly “Uhh, yes Dad”. My dad, a stern man, then began to tear up trying his hardest to restrain the pain and trepidation. He prevailed. He then proceeded to tell me that he had lost his job. Tears began to accumulate in my eyes as if my eyes were a dam wrecked. At that exact moment, I realized my life would never be the same. Thoughts of poverty, hardships, and selfishness were every crossing my mind. I was now needy. Everything I had taken for granted was now clear. My dad continued by stating the simple phrase I live by to this day, “Taylor, in this world no one owes you a single thing.” I have often tried to imagine what my life would be like if my dad hadn’t lost his job. Would I persist on thinking the world owed me? Would I be the same person as I am today? I was appreciative of this incident, and what a difference it has made. I was now aware of what I had, not a stuck up, materialistic brat anymore. Even though, at first I questioned why something like this would happen to me, I matured to the situation, and stopped questioning. every I now cared about was helping my family and accepting this occurrence to enhance my views. My dad currently has a new job proving that difficult work pays off. The fear I had when I heard those horrible words, was now a god send .It was enough to prove that my life is one not to complain about.

February 9, 2010 at 9:03 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: How is my writing/story so far?

I have thought of a really good story, and am currently working on actually writing it into a book. It's a slow process, everything is every perfect in my head, but getting it every down is the difficult part. Anyway, what do you think of it so far? This is just the very first draft so, yes, I know the grammar and spelling needs improvement. Any criticism helps though. I'd be glad for any advice you think will make it better. Thanks! A lone girl with long messy hair flowing over her shoulders walks silently through a darkened hallway. A few more steps and she would be past the most dangerous part of her midnight journey - the door to her sick-tempered aunt’s room, whom she daren’t wake. A floorboard creaked underneath her bare foot, shattering the eerie silence. She paused and held her breath. After waiting for what seemed like hours for her rapid heartbeat to slow the girl continued on, this time even more carefully than before. Now with the only sound coming from little pitter-patter of raindrops against a nearby window she shivered quietly and clutched her thread-bare shall more tightly around her thin frame. The dim light coming from her candle in hand flickered, casting ominous shadows across the walls and floor. But other than of being caught creeping through the hall so tardy at night, she wasn’t afraid, not in the least. The girl’s bright blue eyes shined with excitement. Today she had found something that excited her very much, the key to a mysterious and strictly forbidden chest. It was a tarnished gold key, one that was sure to unlock great secrets. Upon reaching a doorway and her final destination, she took a deep breath and slowly tuned the knob. The door swung open, squeaking on rusty hinges. Still tip-toeing she stepped into a tiny room. “Bri! What do you think you’re doing? You could have been caught!” Alina tried to scowl, but couldn’t help smiling at the arrival of her twin. “Sorry Lina I couldn’t snooze.” “It’s ok, me neither.” “Were you thinking about that key too?” Brianna asked, though it was more a statement really than question. “Yes. To think we’ll finally receive to know what’s in that old box…” “After every these years.” The sisters often finished each other’s sentences, a habit that annoyed their grouchy aunt, Lorane, whom Bri and Lina lived with. Shortly after they were born their parents died of sickness, leaving them orphaned. As luck would have it the twins’ aunt took them in. The two were told often enough, by the few of Lorane’s friends who actually knew of them, that they were lucky to have a place to live at every, or could be rotting away in a dirty orphanage for every they care, or that they could have been left as babies to die if it hadn’t been for dear Lorane. However, Bri was set to believe that anything would be better than the company of her greedy, stuck-up aunt, whose friends, if they could even be considered that, were certainly no better. Bri turned her attention back to Alina’s whispering voice. “… but now that we’ve found the key, exactly when and how are we going to receive the trunk open without anyone finding out?” She then continued without waiting for her sister’s answer. “You know we’re scarcely ever left completely alone. Wait, I got it! We could…uh… oh, no, that wouldn’t work. I think maybe if… or I guess we could, no, not that either. Hold on, we can always, ah, never mind.” Lina, who always had great ideas, said, thinking out noisy. “Why don’t we do it in a few days when Lorane and Pat the Brat go to town for the day.” Bri concluded just as her inventive twin was about to start another suggestion. There's more, but that's every i put on here. Say so if you want to read more and i could send it to you. Also, any suggestions as to better names, I'm still not sure if Bri and Lina are the ones I want to use. Thanks!

February 9, 2010 at 5:39 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Any thoughts on the beginning of my story?

so this is a little excerpt form a book i'm writing. Its sort of a fantasy, romance, mystery type book. i'd adore some feedback on it. please be honest! thanks. By the time I received my last Gift from my dad, he was already dead. It was an art kit, a beautiful art kit. Seventy two colored pencils, a water color set, a sketchbook. Mom would’t have allowed it if she knew. She told him to buy me a flute or a clarinet or something, since I wouldn’t use the grand piano in our living room. But he saw this in the store next to his music store and couldn’t snooze until he had it. Well, that’s what the card said anyway. It told me to be thankful because he was gonna pay for it when Mom saw. It also said I better make him something wonderful with it. I did. But it was three moths too tardy for him to look. Mom still doesn’t know about it. It’s been eight years since I found that set in the attic already wrapped with the card attached. It was one of the few meaningful things I came across up there. I don’t what I was expecting. He was too smart to hide anything of real importance up there and I should have known that from the start. But when I discovered he left the key to that door which was locked for as long as I could remember to me, excitement rushed through my veins. And then I hated myself for feeling excited about anything that came from his death. But still, as I turned that icy brass knob and heard the door creak open I couldn’t cease the thrill that took over me. I just imagined it filled with secrets and treasures and answers to everything I’ve ever wanted to know. But when I pulled the door open and turned on the old, flickering light bulb, every I found was an ordinary attic. There were bins of photos covered in dust, old artwork of mine and Casey’s, thousands of records, a crappy old drum set covered in holes and cracks. I searched the room for days but couldn’t find anything to explain why he had been so secretive about it for every his life. In fact in every of my searching I only found two things of real interest. One was the gift and the other was a single sheet of paper. One side of it was covered with a bunch of letters and words, written multiple times in two different hand writings. Food, Drink, blossom, pal, Forever, adore, Gem. And my dad’s name. Eric. And on the other side was one simple word written in huge, dark letters. HIDE.

February 20, 2010 at 6:25 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: i'm so paranoid, help!?

okay well i'm really paranoid! First of every i can't go to bed without taking pills because i won't fall asleep. i keep thinking that while i'm asleep someone will break into my home and murder my family, i'm afraid someone will set my home on flame, scared my mom or her husband will go on a rampage and kill us every. In school i'm scared of touching door knobs because i'm scared of getting a disease and dying, i'm scared of hugging people because what if they have a knife and stab me as they hug me? i'm scared of eating food i don't cook myself because what if somebody poisoned it. i'm scared of talking to my therapist because what if he's telling other people about what i tell him. What should i do!!?? HELP! thanks to you both.. i guess you are right i should expose myself and cease being so afraid it's just difficult.

February 19, 2010 at 9:24 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Help me interpret a nightmare!?

I was in a home (never seen it before) at night (pitch black, why'tf was i walking around a stranger's home in the middle of the night?). I was there with someone (I don't know who, they were taller than me and male - if I try and remember he comes out as a big shadow). The home was set out like a round about; each ...room opened to the other and you could go round in a circle and end up at the front door again. I was picking up something in this home and i heard noises and instantly knew it was not my dark shadow pal - it was someone else who was there to hurt me. I ran to the door to lock it. The door knob was gold and the lock was one of those ones where you just push the button ^^) YATTA! I am safe right? nononono~ he ...just has to open the other doors and he can reach me - so basically i locked myself in. But while he was going round, I could escape, right? But how would I know he had started moving and wasn't waiting at the door for me to open it? *wakes up* *ㅠㅠ*

February 14, 2010 at 4:25 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Help with my story/writing? Criticism and advice please!?

What do you think of the beginning of my book so far? This is just the very first draft so, yes, I know the grammar and spelling needs improvement. Any criticism helps though. I'd be glad for any tips you think will make it better. Thanks! A lone girl with long messy hair flowing over her shoulders walks silently through a darkened hallway. A few more steps and she would be past the most dangerous part of her midnight journey - the door to her sick-tempered aunt’s room, whom she daren’t wake. A floorboard creaked underneath her bare foot, shattering the eerie silence. She paused and held her breath. After waiting for what seemed like hours for her rapid heartbeat to slow the girl continued on, this time even more carefully than before. Now with the only sound coming from little pitter-patter of raindrops against a nearby window she shivered quietly and clutched her thread-bare shall tightly around her thin frame. The dim light coming from her candle in hand flickered, casting ominous shadows across the walls and floor. But other than of being caught creeping through the hall so tardy at night, she wasn’t afraid, not in the least. The girl’s bright blue eyes shone with excitement. Today she had found something that excited her very much, the key to a mysterious and strictly forbidden chest. It was a tarnished gold key, one that was sure to unlock great secrets. Upon reaching a doorway and her final destination, she took a deep breath and slowly tuned the knob. The door swung open, squeaking on rusty hinges. Still tip-toeing she stepped into a tiny room. “Bri! What do you think you’re doing? You could have been caught!” Alina tried to scowl, but couldn’t help smiling at the arrival of her twin. “Sorry Lina I couldn’t snooze.” “It’s ok, me neither.” “Were you thinking about that key too?” Brianna asked, though it was more a statement really than question. “Yes. To think we’ll finally receive to know what’s in that old box…” “After every these years.” The sisters often finished each other’s sentences, a habit that annoyed their grouchy aunt, Lorane, whom Bri and Lina lived with. Shortly after they were born their parents died of sickness, leaving them orphaned. As luck would have it the twins’ aunt took them in. The two were told often enough, by the few of Lorane’s friends who actually knew of them, that they were lucky to have a place to live at every, or could be rotting away in a dirty orphanage for every they care, or that they could have been left as babies to die if it hadn’t been for dear Lorane. However, Bri was set to believe that anything would be better than the company of her greedy, stuck-up aunt, whose friends, if they could even be considered that, were certainly no better. Bri turned her attention back to Alina’s whispering voice. “… but now that we’ve found the key, exactly when and how are we going to receive the trunk open without anyone finding out?” She then continued without waiting for her sister’s answer. “You know we’re scarcely ever left completely alone. Wait, I got it! We could…uh… oh, no, that wouldn’t work. I think maybe if… or I guess we could, no, not that either. Hold on, we can always, ah, never mind.” Lina, who always had great ideas, said, thinking out noisy. “Why don’t we do it in a few days when Lorane and Pat the Brat go to town for the day.” Bri concluded just as her inventive twin was about to start another suggestion. There's more, but that's every I put on here. Also, any suggestions as to better names, I'm still not sure if Bri and Lina are the ones I want to use. Thanks!

February 13, 2010 at 11:24 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: I'm redoing my room and i am in need of serious help!!!?

okay soo im repainting my room with light and dark pink vertical stripes. i have wood floors and i have picked out a few things and i just want to know if they match. i would also adore any other suggestions because i havent done anything yet......Here's the stuff http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/S99849961 http://www.walmart.com/ip/3pc-Metal-Scrolls-Vanity-Set-Black/13376571 http://www.walmart.com/ip/Boss-Zebra-Print-Microfiber-Deluxe-Posture-seat/13246523 http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0026AHKCI/ref=ord_cart_shr?ie=UTF8&m=A365785U72BZ2V http://www.amazon.com/Zebra-Print-Decorative-Switchplate-Cover/dp/B001HY6FNO/ref=pd_bxgy_hi_text_b http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00247XTTQ/ref=ord_cart_shr?ie=UTF8&m=A1CF9CFZFVFIUR (^^ Those knobs will go on my drawers that are in my wall.. the drawers along with the every of the doors in my room and possibly the windows will be painted a soft black almost grey with the molding painted white) http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000ELQY7S/ref=ord_cart_shr?ie=UTF8&m=AD01740PALKQO (^^ that coat rack will hold my many purses) http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001VMLLWC/ref=ord_cart_shr?ie=UTF8&m=A21C4U5X700J66 http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00137NN9O/ref=ord_cart_shr?ie=UTF8&m=ATVPDKIKX0DER (^^ these tiny lamps will go on my painting desk and my night stand and in various other places and i will decorate them somehow with like zebra print fabric or simple fake black flowers) http://www.kinglinen.com/cf0605-wsh-f.html im also getting a plain simple white night stand (cant have more than 10 links=[) and thats every i have so far but just let me know if it matches.. i also want a big carpet to put around my bed like an 8 x 10 but i dont know like what color or what nice i was thinking zebra or maybe black i dont know but i dont want to pay alot like below 100 but i dont want it to feel like its cheap. sick take every opinions and suggestions into consideration. Thank You!!!

August 5, 2010 at 7:06 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: How do I remove a Schlage commercial interior convenience lock (non-keyed) handle?

There are many similar questions on this site, but none are for similar locks. This is a Schlage handled (not knob) door on an interior office door in a commercial building. I removed the rose dish from the inside by popping it up, accessing the two long screws. I removed these screws and was able to unscrew the back faceplate as well. I removed the latch mechanism by sliding the whole handle set to out to the right(but both handles are still attached). I then saw there were two PINS close where I removed the two screws. The pins looked like pins from a grenade or a flame extinguisher. Now I have the whole thing completely loose in the door, but still attached and the handles are still engaged as well (spring back to place if you turn them). I cannot seem to release them any further. There is an "F" inside and a serial number of 7RM84 if any of that helps. I've removed many residential handles/locks and have never seen one like this. Thanks for the help! The pins were just a little piece of wire going through a loop.... and I already have them both out. I don't know what else I need to do. Here is a picture of the lock: http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a96/nocarbum/MSI%20Card/doorlock.jpg You can look where the pins were... I drew them in in red. They are already removed though.

August 3, 2010 at 2:48 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: Can you please critique what I've written so far of this short story?

Eight-O'clock in the morning and the sun blazed. Amory looked out the window, sighed, and returned back to bed. Today was nothing new. He proceeded to tug the covers over his head, took a deep breath and tried to forget about his life. There was nothing else he thought he could do. He tried his best to forget about the monotony of his life; the redundancy of snooze was every that kept him from perfect peace. He looked at his bedroom door and new he wouldn't dare step out. To do so would place him in a position an unsettling realization; the idea that he hadn't a life was every too much for Amory. He'd rather dream a sleepy slumber of bustling New York, sitting in the corner of his tower office undergoing the nice of work that "bosses do". His life was too boring for him. He glanced at the door again and realized he wouldn't even touch the knob, not today. Today he was going to snooze. His school wouldn't call. His attendance hardly mattered so long as his relatives continued to funnel donations and tuition cheques in honour of the family name. He was a legacy at Barcliffe Academy, but was dismayed at the idea of riding the coattails of his dead ancestors and refused to acknowledge the legacy. He hardly thought undergoing the tedious nature of algebraic equations and verb conjugations were meaningful. He hardly thought life, at this point, had any meaning at every. Of course, he knew he was going to be "somebody of due importance, someday", Amory had this striking sense of self-importance. He wouldn't relax unless he was confident he would eventually make a mark in the world- in society, in whatever way he could. Schooling was irrelevant to him. He refused to acknowledge the importance of an education that refused him the right to think; to discuss; to debate. Sitting in a class of twenty without the ability to question the teacher left him furious. So, instead, he slept and dreamt of what he would do given the opportunity to exercise what he called his "conscientious grapefruit". He philosophized, intellectualized, and debated with himself over religion, poltiics and current events. Despite this, the unwavering realization of his life continued to fall upon him like a rock slump, burying him deep within his self-pity and the possibility that he would and could never make the difference he so wished to make. Amory got up. His thick duvet felt suffocating and he reached to open the windows to his bedroom. His three bedroom apartment his dad had bought him had hardly been used keep for this particular bedroom. He questioned is dad's motives for the purchase, realizing it relinquished every his responsibilities as a parent on his behalf. He wouldn't have to acknowledge his fatherhood, let alone his possess existence. He felt his throat close and ran to far glass wall which centred a big window. He pushed it out and looked down. Everyone looked so tiny. He thought of them as ants set out to accomplish a common goal of survival; their existence was primitive. They continue to tell themselves their life's purpose to detract from the realization that they have none. Amory realized this and felt forlorn. He continued to study their behaviour as if they were a controlled experiment observed by scientists: their movements, gestures, actions and probable thoughts were every the same. He now thought of them as robots devoid of consciousness, working towards a goal they do not look. They are made, used, and then discarded for a better and improved variety. A hopeless despair grasped Amory and shook him violently. He close the window, rang the curtains together and half-ran back to his sheets. Life there seemed almost bearable. There, to him, was a point to every of this; one that existed in his world and not theirs. In his dreams he lived a life of acknowledgement, of meaning and purpose, and every that was unachievable in this world. He wasn't an ant nor a robot. He was a person destined for greatness that went beyond the superficial monotony of the typical work-day and life of the average human being. He dreamt people knew him as Amory Jenner. He longed to be known and acknowledged; perhaps that's every he really wanted, to be acknowledged Sun tore through Amory's curtains and ravaged his face the following morning. He felt nauseous. How he wished to live forever in his dreams! Despite the thickness of his duvet the sun pierced his eyelids and sent Amory spiralling into a fit of inexplicable anxiety. He dug his head into his knees and began humming to Claire de Lune. His mom used to play this tune for him often while subdued to fits of heinous anxiety as a young boy. She would play again and again in hopes of wooing him into dozy relaxation. While humming, he wished nothing but to lift his mom from her grave lest he join her. Sun tore through Amory's curtains and ravaged his face the following morning. He felt nauseous. How he wished to live forever in his dreams! Despite the thickness of his duvet the sun pierced his eyelids and sent Amory spiralling into a fit of inexplicable anxiety. He dug his head into his knees and began humming to Claire de Lune. His mom used to play this tune for him often while subdued to fits of heinous anxiety as a young boy. She would play again and again in hopes of wooing him into dozy relaxation. While humming, he wished nothing but to lift his mom from her grave lest he join her. The phone rang again. Amory took another puff and set it down on the side of his crystal ashtray. He picked it up and answered, wary of his possess voice. He knew what to do, he was almost certain; he'd done it so many times before: pulling over a mask of eloquence, confidence and astute manliness. His dad had done a good job of drilling a sense of superficiality in the boy, never allowing anybody to view the imperfections of his soul. Whatever he was feeling could be masked with a polished outwardly perception that indicated nothing but the perfect attributes of a well-brought up boy. He picked up the receiver, sure of what to do. Gathering air in his diaphragm he spoke, much to his dismay. every he could muster was a dry and feeble "Hello". He quivered at the result. He felt betrayed by his vocal chords and wanted nothing more than to crawl back below his sheets. "Why, hello there Amory! Will we be expecting you at school today?" It was Mrs. Brody, the school secretary. "Well- Well- No, you look, I've caught a terrible fever. I'm bloodshot and can hardly move. It's a terrible ordeal, but I assure you, Mrs. Brody, that I have been well acquainted with many doctors and should be feeling bright and ready for the upcoming school week. There is no need to worry at every. I have been in continuous contact with my teachers and have been at my desk every week catching up on work." His voice was so confident he convinced himself of the excuse. For once, he thought, his voice had cooperated. "Well, okay then. Take care of yourself. I really do wish we look you next week". What she didn't know was Amory had used the same excuse many times before. To teachers, fellow pupils and even Dr. Woelders, the school's headmaster. He hadn't been to school for nearly a month. Mrs. Brody also didn't know she was the first person to talk to him since his last day at school. She was oblivious to his reclusive lifestyle. In fact, nearly everyone was. This paragraph should be inserted between the end of the sentence "lest he should join her" and "the phone rang again": Half way through the interlude a peculiar jingle took it's place. The phone rang. Half startled, Amory peeled back the paisley print sheet after sheet and looked about the sun bleached room. He opened the drawer to his nightstand, took out a cigarette and lit it. He hadn't thought it would be difficult to quit. Someday, sitting in the corner of his city-view office he might realize what he longed for. But now, sitting in his bed, accosted by the harsh brightness of the intruding sunlight, the only void he acknowledged was a temporary craving of rolled tobacco. Whatever else he lacked was irrelevant.

August 29, 2010 at 7:42 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: Removing a "no-tools required" interior door knob set?

I just purchased a manufactured (mobile) home and a couple of the bedroom doors have every-plastic door knob sets that have no locking feature and appear to be designed to snap together so they can be installed without any tools. I'm guessing these things have two plastic strips like zip or cable ties that you tug tight and then clip the excess off to install. I've never seen this style of knob set before - does anyone know if there is some way to remove these things without basically busting them apart? It wouldn't be much of a loss but it would be nice to be able to replace them without taking a flame axe to the door. It's really a shame - you can buy decent standard interior bedroom knob sets for $7 and somebody obviously went out of their way to find something even cheaper. Any ideas would be appreciated.

August 22, 2010 at 8:38 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Home Safety Services - Would you buy?

I am a current lawn business owner looking to branch off into some home services. I would like your opinions. Would you recommend going door to door and selling these services or putting fliers on doors? If you were to receive a flier on your door, would you be willing to purchase one or more of these services? Here are our current services and prices: Curb Painting - $15.00 High quality pavement paint with white background and black numbers for high visibility. $5 extra for reflective white paint. Peephole Installation - $15.00 Allows you and your family to look who is knocking on your door. Deadbolt Lock Installation - $40.00 Regular door knobs/handles do not deter theft. Dead bolts will give your home added protection. Available in multiple designs. Window Locks - $10.00 per window Don't allow burglars easy access. Two locks per window. Multiple color styles Smoke Detector Installation - $20.00 each Photoelectric smoke detectors work great yet do not set off easily when doing regular cooking. We recommend one per living space. Please leave me your opinions. I really appreciate your time Regarding the carpenter: Yes, by every means go out and add these services. I think the market is very big for them Regarding the person who lives in the country: I guess I should have worded the question better. These services would be marketed to people in the city. To every of those who are do-it-yourselfers, please answer the question as if you did not have the means or ability to do the services yourself. Please try to put the question in perspective.

August 20, 2010 at 12:45 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: 14 year old son sneaking out of the house at night?

My 14 year old son has just started sneaking out of our home in the middle of the night. Two times in the last month he left our home at 2am and walked over one mile to his girlfriend's home. My son is very sneaky, and he will wait until I'm asleep and then leave our home. The first time that I found out about this I started sleeping on the sofa, so that I could look my son if he tried to open the front door. I actually caught him trying to leave the home when he thought that I was asleep. I have told him that it is against the law to be running around so tardy at night. My son has a complete disregard for my rules, and I don't know how I can keep him from sneaking out of my home. He is crazy for this girl, and she brags that she can do whatever she wants,and that she has no rules to follow at her home. My son told me that he gets mad at me for making him follow rules at our home, so he sneaks out of the home to spite me. I am really afraid that he will receive this girl pregnant. Today I bought some antique door knobs to install on my sons bathroom door. The door knobs arrive with a skeleton key. You have to use the key to lock and unlock the door on both sides. About an hour ago, I put some blankets and a pillow in my sons bathtub. My son told me he was going to receive ready for bed. When he went in his bathroom to receive ready for bed, I locked him in. There are no windows in his bathroom. He won't be able to receive out until I let him out tomorrow morning. I feel this is the only way to keep my son in the home at night. Do you think I'm doing the right thing? Here's a picture of the door knob I put on my son's bathroom door. http://www.historichomehardware.com/store/antique-doorknobs-set-with-diagonal-design-p-444.html I don't think I should receive an alarm. I need my snooze. I can't wake up every time my son tries to receive out. Kay, I've called the cops before. It didn't do much good. I need my snooze. I don't want to worry about my son sneaking out every time I go to bed. Saffrond, I've talked to my son about Sex and STDs and Drugs. He didn't seem to care when I told him. I've talked to his girlfriend's parents. They don't care what their daughter does. I've decided that my son won't look this girl again. I wish he obeys my request. Every time I tell my son not to do something, he does it behind my back. He told me he doesn't care about my rules and what I think. I think locking him in the bathroom is the only option right now. I can't keep calling the cops. I've talked to my son several times. It dosen't do any good. I'm a Real Estate Agent. I need my snooze. I've decided to receive an alarm. If my son tries to sneak out in the middle of the night, I'm going to give him a spanking with a hairbrush and lock him in the bathroom again. If he continues to try to sneak, he will snooze in the bathroom for a week. I'm going to give him one more chance. Who Me, yes, my son has grown up with corporal Punishment. He got his last spanking two weeks ago. I'm against sending him to a group home. When I was a teenager, my sister use to sneak out in the middle of the night. My mom caught my sister having sex with her boyfriend and gave her a good belt spanking. She never sneaked out in the middle of the night after that. My sister is a successful lawyer. Maybe every my son needs is a good spanking. I bought the alarms and set them up. I told my son if I catch him sneaking out of the home in the middle of the night again, I will give him a spanking with a hairbrush and I will ground him for 2 weeks. He didn't like what I told him, but he agreed that he won't sneak out again. I also told him he isn't allowed to look his girlfriend again. I set up some security cameras to make sure he keeps his promise.

August 2, 2010 at 5:31 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Where do I purchase an electric clothes dryer control box?

When I was a kid we lived in an apartment where a regular dryer was set on a platform over the washer with a tiny control box on the wall at dryer door level. The box was about a 4 inch cube with a timer knob on front and several buttons on top: start; cease; air; heat. The box was clearly an after-market add on. Where can I receive one of those control boxes to replicate stacking a standard dryer over the washer today?

August 13, 2010 at 8:17 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: What kind of frog is this?

I live in NE Georgia and found this little guy on my door knob yesterday morning. He didn't seem bothered by me at every and posed as I took these pictures. Once I nudged him off he jumped really high onto the door and then on the wall beside the door. I haven't seen him since. I was hoping someone could tell me what type of frog he is. I wish this link works:) http://www.flickr.com/photos/47170445@N04/sets/72157624593770215/

August 13, 2010 at 4:31 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: How much would you pay to have the following work done? (below)?

new faucets on twin set of bathroom sinks over sinks each has lights installed a set of about 4 lights each holes patches where old lights were 2 tiny pieces of a marble counter top glued on a big mirror ligfted & put back on wall an average size tub caulked. 6 doors knobs removed & new knobs put in some bond put in front door side/walls. Plumbing below twin sinks had to be put back in (this person had a counter top already just put in so they dismantled the plumbing) 2nd bathroom light fixed door jam in basement replaced The ares this is being done is in the USA about 1/2 N. of Baltimore an hour E. of D.C. so I know the prices may vary but I would like to hear what others think this is worth. I don't want to pick a BEST answers cause I appreciate each one of you so much for giving me so much of yourself. It is interesting that you have every arrive very close to each other so that gives me a good idea. thanks to you every.

August 13, 2010 at 2:55 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: I keep having the same scary dream?

I am 14. For the past few nights I've been having this dream, and in the dream I don't remember that I've had it before, so I wake up just as scared. But then when I'm properly awake I realise that I've had the dream before. It's really weird... So the dream starts off with me walking my dog (I don't have a dog in real life) and I am on the way back to my home. Then I pass someone walking down the middle of the road. This thing looks like a mixture of C3PO from Star Wars and a golden suit of Armour, with no one inside it. It walks really slowly, and every time it takes a step, a clunking noise happens. Have you ever seen the cybermen on Doctor Who? It's like when they walk they make a huge stomping noise. Well, it's like that. In my dream, I have seen this thing before, and it is bad. I run past it with my dog, and go back to my home which is just down the road. I receive back home, and hide in my bedroom. I know that the gold thing is going to arrive to my home. Then, I can hear him knocking on the door. My family are every in the garden eating, but the thing doesn't notice them. The front door opens, and I can hear his footsteps echoing through the home. I know he is after me, so I run to my bedroom window, and try to receive the attention of my mum without making any noise. At last she looks at me and I mouth to her "help", but she does nothing. I can hear him walking up the stairs, so I just jump out the window. I jump onto the porch, then run to my family, I tell them what's happened, and they every go to the pub. Then, I go into our shed, looking for a telephone to ring 999. There are hundreds of telephones in there, but somehow I know this is a game set on me, and only one phone works. So I try as many as I can, but then I hear his footsteps out side. I can look the shadow of his feet from below the door. The door knob turns. Then, I wake up. Always at that time. Ok, so I didn't make the dream sound at every scary, but try living through that every night! I've had that dream about 3 times in the last week. Does this mean anything? nah, i haven't watched a horror movie in ages. apart from the Shining. last night I watched Snow White with my sister :P :)

August 11, 2010 at 7:52 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: What does this dream mean? help plz?

I was fussing with this dude who is apparently my man and the dad of my child( dont have any kids in real life). He went outside &i followed him outside and we was in the yard just arguing. I was arguing with him because he was cheating on me with a heavy set lady and i threw some of his stuff out. Our son came out the door and he was standing beside me and pulling on my pant leg. I told him to go to the other side of the yard and play with his toys. he obeyed but just stood there while i was fussing at his dad. The dad of my child was denying that he was cheating and was saying what about our son and lets stay together for the sake of our son. I was still fussing at him. Then that heavy set lady came in our yard. Then i asked him trying to receive him to admit he slept with her he denied it then admited it and hung his head down. then the lady came at me bragging about getting my man. then me and her started fighting. He came and broke us up. i walked in the home got some of his stuff and threw it out and told him to leave with her. he grabbed it and he also took our son with him. I was trying to keep my son with me but i didnt succeed. I went in the home. My mom came to stay with me to try to comfort me. It got dark and she went to look out the window. She had saw this man standing outside and she told me to arrive look. i went didnt look anybody. we were deciding whether or not to call the police. I went to look out the window and i saw a dark figure of a man just standing there. I started to freak out then a few minutes later somebody knocked on the door. Then i heard somebody stick a key in the door and turning the knob. my mom grabbed the phone. My dad came in the room where we was. (my dad in real is dead) i was relieved. he had on some nice clothes and it nice of looked like the dad of my childs clothing. He layed the jacket he had on the bed. Then every of sudden he vanished. I was like wtf. Then the phone rang. My mom answered and when she got off she told me that her pal told her the dad of my child was murdered. i was like omg then i screamed did she mention my son where is my son. i grabbed my jacket and i told her i was going to find my son. she said her pal didnt mention my son and she didnt know where he was and she told me not to run out in the middle of the night to look for him. i took my jacket off and she called the police and i woke up.

April 5, 2010 at 12:24 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Am I overreacting? How do I get full custody of my newborn?

My ex girlfriend gave birth to our son 3 days ago. She got home from the hospital last night and refused to let me stay the night to help her with him. So, I finally backed down. I got up this morning to go over to her apartment to check on Landon and her around 10. When I knocked on the door no one answered, so I turned the knob and it was unlocked. I walked in to a bunch of people passed out on the floor surrounded with bottles of alcohol ( She's an alcoholic/drug addict which I found out after dating her for a year. She hides it pretty well.) I went and got Landon out of his crib, because he was crying. I got him changed ( he looked like he hadn't been changed every night) and went to wake her up and find out what the hell she was doing. She started running her mouth and I told her I wasn't leaving without my baby since she couldn't handle taking care of him. So she told me to go ahead and take him. She didn't want him and she'd sign the papers as soon as I could receive them. I've already got a room in my place set up for him, because I was supposed to have him every other week(We had our possess arrangement worked out before he was born). I don't know how to go about filing for custody. Do I just go to the court and file papers? Did I overreact? I don't think I am, but am I wrong to clip his mom out even though she's not a good influence for him?

April 28, 2010 at 5:28 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: Out-of-body experiences dreams?

I woke up and got out of bed and realized something is different about the room. I am on a top bunk of a bunk-bed, which is unusually since I only have a single bed. I walk downstairs to investigate this odd phenomenon. When I got to the kitchen I realize that there is a dark figure standing in the corner. It was dark in the room so I couldn't look what it was. Then the figure approach me and I saw a horrific face, a monster it seems. It touch my hand and extreme pain went throughout my body. I immediately woke up from that realizing it was only a dream. Curiosity kicked in me. I decided to go downstairs to the kitchen to investigate. On the way downstairs, I realize something out of sync. There were paintings on the wall I have never seen before. The paintings were horrific; it seems like monsters to me. Then, I proceeds to the kitchen. I look at the same corner to look if that dark figure was there or not. I was relieve that "it" wasn't there. Just as I decided to turn around to walk back to my room, there it was, staring right into my face. It grabbed me and extreme pain kicked in once again, waking me up. This time I am skeptic if I am awake still or in a dream. So, I did what everyone would of done. I repeatedly told myself to wake up. Then, my phone vibrated waking me up. I was relieved that I was finally awake and out of this nightmare. Just as I thought it was over that black figure appear from underneath my bed but this time it just stood there. At first, I was frighten that the same pain will occur. Then moments pass, we were just staring face to face. I started to feel relieved that the "dark figure" didn't attack me. I wanted to talk to it, but when I tried to talk to it I realize there was something wrong with my face. My mouth was glued close. My entire face started to be glued together. Then, the "dark figure" started to multiply side by side. I immediately hop out of my bed and ran towards the door. Just as I touch the door knob the door close viciously, locking itself. The "dark figures" started to approach me and once again it attacked me. This time I didn't wake up. I was being consume by these figures. Just as I thought I was suffocating was when I woke up. Then, this process repeated four to six more times with slightly different variations. Luckily, my roommate woke me up to ask me to bring him somewhere. These dreams seem so real and any effort I tried to wake myself up just makes it worse because I am just setting myself up thinking I am awake but in reality I'm still in the dream. I can feel those pain. This has occur numerous times and I am fed up with it, and I'm seeking advices or help to my problem. I have read that this occurs rarely maybe once or twice in a person lifetime ,but I have already exceed that number within a couple months.

April 23, 2010 at 5:58 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Do I have OCD? (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)?

Do I have OCD? (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)? I think I may have the symptoms, or at least some of them. I was just wondering: Does OCD affect school Performance in any way, shape or form? And do you think, based on what I tell you below, do I have OCD? I was wondering this because when I do my homework, everything has to be 'right.' Like It every has to be EXTREMELY neat, and legible, and if a letter isn't exactly on the line, I'd erase it and keep on trying. Also, when I write, if a word is crooked, I erase it and receive a ruler to make sure that what I write is straight. It takes forever to write an essay due to that. And when I draw, every lines have to be straight, or else sick keep on erasing until it becomes straight. And I hate it when a piece of paper isn't clean or has pencil smudges on it, or if a piece of paper is folded, like my homework, I have to receive a new sheet and start over because it has to be perfect. Also, when I read a book, any book, before I flip to the next page, I have to check the page number, then flip to the next page to make sure that there is NOT a missing page. Then I flip backwards again to make sure I had the right number, then turn it back, then check once more. AKA, I check it three times. I also have 'bathroom checks.' Right when I enter the bathroom, I lock it, then I feel the knob to make sure it's locked, then I look at it once more to make sure it's locked, then I look every around, at the walls, the floor, and the shower to make sure that no one is hiding in there. Then lastly, before I go to bed, I check a million times to make sure my bedroom door is NOT locked, and again, I touch the knob three times, then before I turn off the lights, I make sure my alarm is set to the time I want it, three times, (Or more....it depends whether Im convinced that the alarm is on at the time I want. I fear that in the morning my alarm clock won't ring, and I'll miss my bus.), then I got back to my door, and check another three times to make sure that my door is unlocked. Do I have OCD?

April 18, 2010 at 1:46 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: I am trying to buy glass door knobs and I don't know what a back set is.How do I know what back set to order?

April 16, 2010 at 1:17 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Opinions on a short? ^.^?

Just a little something. Opinions? The warm yellow sunshine poured through the bay windows unrelentingly, soaking the ebony wooden floorboards and setting alight any reflective objects. Rolling over and squinting, enjoying the feeling of being drowned in the overly amount of decorative pillows, I stared at my bed room door, already opened, and listened to the sounds of acoustic music filling the home with easy beats and envied melodious voices. I decided to receive out of bed and wandered over to the window, peering out the framed glass. I saw what I did every morning, and what kept me here every day without regrets. Long stretches of green grass worn by tires belonging to our cars, flanked by lively woodlands hiding secrets of thousands of years in their phlegmatic tree’s trunks and wealthy promising soil. The glowing sunlight was shining through the already bright greens of nature, making it every look like some picture with the contrast and brightness tampered with. I drew in a deep breath and let it go peacefully. Yes, I made the right choice even if I had to leave civilization, the cafes, jazz lounges and piano bars. But looking at the scene in front of me now, it seemed to be a penniless cost. Smiling, I walked out of our bedroom and ventured down the wooden staircase to look what was for breakfast and contemplated my plans for the day. I had at least two chapters to catch up on, the same two chapters I’d thrown off to go paint in the woods for. I knew my agent was bound to be calling any day now, asking for the complete fourth book, and somehow I think the words ‘distracted’ and ‘procrastinating’ weren’t going to be a satisfying or acceptable answer. Leaning against the opened archway to our quite big and quite modern kitchen, I watched him rush around behind the counters, collecting toast before swearing below his breath when he realized the eggs were burning then quickly skipped to the fridge to receive the orange juice out, almost dropping it but catching it at the last moment before shoving the scrambled eggs around the pan some more. I think I liked to watch him because he was someone I could watch without ever getting bored or without feeling as if I’m simply assuming the motivation and the reasons behind his actions. He was making me breakfast before he got to work on fixing the garage roof because he knew whenever that back door opened and closed it made the home shudder and would wake me up. Just a little seemingly mindless thing that he always tried to turn into a loving gesture. He was also making me scrambled eggs so I knew he would take a dish for himself. He swore again and I tried difficult to restrain the grin that threatened to stretch my face. He fiddled haphazardly with the stove-tops knobs and turned around to receive the plates out from below the island’s cupboards. He spotted me and instantly smiled, making his face look softer despite the strong cheekbones and jaw line. Oh yes, I had made the right decision. Thanks ^.^

April 15, 2010 at 11:30 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: How do I change this door knob?

This is SO irritating! I can't change this door knob. It looks a bit like this: http://www.handlesets.com/schlage-f10-geo-georgian-passage-door-knob-set/p490971 There are no screws, no holes, nothing on the outside of it. I've practically destroyed the knob dish trying to receive it off, but no luck. How did they even receive it on?! Help?

April 14, 2010 at 2:03 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Will this hold up in court?

I was renting an apartment with my fiancee - we moved out and the landlord agreed to let us stay until april 15th, which was when my new apt would be ready. She agreed to let us stay rent free - but we ended up moving a week before april 1. Anyways, a week after we moved out the neighbor across the hall removed the door knob from our door and someone broke in and left holes in the wall, screens off the patio, etc. April 11 we had the place spotless, it looked better than it did when we moved in, aside from the holes and screen. My dad offered to fix everything this coming Saturday but she decided that was too far away to wait - so he offered to fix everything Tuesday April 14, the day before the move out was set. The day comes and she decides that instead of my dad doing the work so we can receive the deposit back that she will hire a maintenance man and pay him with our security deposit. Is there any way that this battle would be won in my favor in court? I mean my dad was going to do the work the same day she had the maintenance guy arrive out and fix the errors. FYI - I live in Florida. The screened patio and holes in the apt from the break in were reported and I have a police report showing that the apt was vacant at the time of the break in and that the damaged apt was not my fault.

April 13, 2010 at 1:24 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: I need help really quick please!!?!?

http://www.1013.com/pages/whats_that_noise/ light switch a metronome kitchen timer automatic car door, lock, lock door, car lock door like a stamp, date stamp or page stamp stapler oven timer light switch a gas stove starting like a remote control tapping shoes, tap dancing shoes clock ticking self-locking bottle a metronome clicking of an old camera car remote key vegetable chopper turning a dial setting button on the computer speaker gas knob when you pump gas into your car Morse code counter clicker turning on the car signal retractable pen door lock woodpecker little metal thing on the outside of the door when somebody knocks desk item that some people have with a string of metal balls banging against each other clicking a computer mouse cell phone type writer like when you crack crab legs sound a ballpoint pen makes when you click it stapler a scissors paper hole punch HAND HELD FLAME STARTER WAND THING THAT YOU USE FOR THE BBQ OR FIREPLACE OR THE STOVE these are guesses and are wrong..what do you think the noise is?

April 1, 2010 at 9:37 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Does my novel sound interesting?

Chapter Two: Confused My legs were shaking as I stepped in the deserted hall. I heard my teacher, Mrs. Wayne, give my class a lecture on respect. I sighed, and walked to my locker. I touched the icy lock that kept my stuff keep from the thieves who skipped class. I put in my combination, and it clicked open in success. I sniffled, feeling another tear slide down my cheek. I looked in my mini mirror that hung on my locker door. I put my dainty hand on my cheek, and smiled. I didn’t look as horrible as I felt. My hazel eyes glowed in sadness, and anger. I licked my dry lips, and searched for some chap stick. When I found it, I applied it, and rubbed my lips together in satisfaction. I grabbed my language art’s book and notebook. I glanced back at my reflection, and brushed my auburn hair back. I sighed, and close my locker door. The slam of the locker door echoed throughout the empty halls. I walked back to my classroom, but hesitated. I knew Derik would be in there, we had every class together. Great, as if I wasn’t feeling like shit. I sighed, and slid down to the icy school tile floor. I ruffled my straight hair in my hands, and slid my knees up. I needed to face him; I needed to show him that I didn’t need him any longer. I needed to prove myself. I needed my independence back. I got up off of the floor, and peered into the classroom. Mrs. Wayne was lecturing the class. I could hear her booming voice, and I saw her mighty fingers pointing to the classroom rules. I could tell she was in a bad mood, boy was I screwed. Before entering, I leaned forward a little more, trying to receive a good look at the class. She had the wooden desks in groups of four. I saw my sister, Victoria Swift, in a group with Danny Smith, and Derik. Oh great. I sucked in some air, getting every the courage I had. I turned every the way, in full view of the class. I motioned for my legs to move, they didn’t respond at first, but they finally stepped forward. I reached for the door knob, and with a noticeably noisy click, it forcefully opened, and I was exposed. “Now, receive your sorry butts out of Cloud Nine, and your relationship issues. This is serious. This is the second week of the new school year. cease being lazy and do your work!” Mrs. Wayne yelled, and then turned to face me. Her dark brown curly hair was pulled back in a tight bun. Her white skin looked pallid. Her eyebrows were focused on a stern expression her face obviously showed. “Do you have your tardy slip?” she demanded. I shook my head, causing my hair to fall back into place. “Humph, typical.” She murmured, and turned around. I gave her a look, and the class giggled. “What’s so silly? I wish to giggle.” Mrs. Wayne said. No one giggled. “Exactly what I thought.” She said. I stuck my pink tongue out at that lady. “Now, Selena.” She said, walking over to her metal desk that stood at the far corner of the big room. She picked up her clipboard that had every the student’s names on it I guess. She studied the groups, and the only one that didn’t have four people was Victoria’s group. “You can sit with your sisters group for now.” Mrs. Wayne said, pointing to her group. I’m not blind lady; I know what my sister looks like. I tried so difficult to resist saying that. I made my way past the wondering eyes of my nosy classmates. I waved to my other pal, Destinee Davis, who sat in a group with two other guys, and one girl, who was Danielle Curry. I hate you! I thought, as I glared at Danielle. She glared back, and mouthed “He’s mine.” I mouth back: “I don’t give a damn.” Pausing after every word. She gasped, and I rolled my eyes. When I finally got to my group, Derik watched me. I set my books down on the desk, and sat down. “Why were you tardy?” Victoria asked making sure her voice was low. “I got busy.” I whispered back, using my eyes to point at Derik. She gave an Oh look. “I’ll ask you more at the home.” She whispered, and I nodded. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I looked around, making sure Mrs. Wayne hadn’t heard. She was sitting at her desk, typing on her computer. Perfect. I got out my LG Chocolate 3, and put it on silent. The text was from my dad. He texted me that him and mom were working until ten tonight, and to go straight home. I replied: Ok, c u later, adore u, in class, bye. Then silently slid the smooth phone close. Chapter One: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AqASk0mKZ8XZXO7MmK949Wvsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20100331200315AAVykaO

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