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We are looking for a place around Manhattan mid-town east but should be close to that. Which of those areas is the best or a couple with a small kid? Want to be able to use car but have also public transport stations within walking distance. Could afford to 3000 per month but not more. Apt should be 2 bedroom, should include dishwasher, some kind of A/C and possibly washing machine inside the building or inside apt. Neighborhood should be as safe as possible for a woman to walk alone and take the public transportation. What area or areas do you suggest?

By: genjan

I can’t even find one. I don’t understand why they won’t allow dogs, but now I have no place to live within a reasonable distance to school. Its really messed up. Is there some sort of discrimination law I can use to allow them to rent a place to me?

By: DoggyDooDoo

I moved to my bf’s house about half a yr ago. He has 2 brothers (my bf is the 2nd son) and the elder brother’s wife staying there. Everything started off very well. We get along fine.

Not long after, the younger brother’s gf moved in too. Everything still going on well. Until 1 day i came back after visiting my parents for 1 week +, everything changed. I can sense that they started to boycott me. Of course i feel sad not knowing what happened. I asked my bf, he too doesnt know what is wrong.

Especially the younger brother’s gf keep showing me faces. Until 1 day, i can’t tolerate anymore so i asked her to come into our room and talk. She started crying and say it’s not our fault. She shouldnt have bothered so many things that she shouldnt be bothering. Then i ask her y. 1 of the thing she complained was, my bf keeps saying he is running low in cash but still bring them to dine at a cafe. She says my bf is fake! I was puzzled but i explained to her why my bf brought them to dine there. It’s just because he is soft hearted, they are just student and doesnt have much chance to eat a proper meal. Anyway, i don’t feel his effort was being appreciated. After a long conversation, i thought everything will be fine. But i guess i was wrong. It got worsen.

On and off she still shows us faces. But i couldnt be bothered about it too much because i have works to do. At the same time, i felt the relationship between me and the younger brother and the elder brother’s wife are no longer so close anymore. Obviously, she started complaining to them about things which i dunno what’s that.

Until recently, i have an exhibition so i need a paper bag to carry my things there. I just took a paper bag out from a big bag of paper bags and plastic bags which was left at me n my bf’s work corner for very long time. Another chaos occured, when she saw the paper bag with my things in it on the table, she says i took her paper bag without asking her permission from her cupboard. But it was left at our corner in a big plastic bag for very very long time already and not from her cupboard. How on earth will i know it’s hers?

Anyway, she made such a big fuss over the paper bag that she complained to everyone that i took it out from her cupboard. I finally get to know it when the younger brother finally cant withstand the complains from her and told my bf. I was shocked when i know that she told everyone that i took it from her cupboard. @.@

Then the younger brother not only told my bf about what she has complained about us. She was saying i am being fake. I really wonder y?

Last time, the elder brother’s wife doesnt like my bf’s parents and always complained about them. I personally seen 1 case which makes me don’t quite like them in a sense. 3 of us did have conversations complaining about their parents. But later on i realised that i shouldn’t do that because no matter what, they are still my bf’s parents. So i stopped. I have even told them that i don’t want to complain about them anymore which is not good.

I dunno how on earth does the younger brother’s gf heard me telling the housemate (anyway, they have another couple staying in the house) that they shouldnt complain about their parents. I told my bf that normally when he complains about them not doing houseworks or watsoever, i just kept quiet because i don wish to complain about anyone anymore. What makes them think that i will complain to an outsider? I really never did that.

Now i feel like an outcast. Which i tried avoiding having trouble with them, but troubles keep finding me. Really make my life a little miserable staying here.

PLease guide me how to overcome this problem? How should i face them?

By: solve my problem

i am mother of one 3 years old baby girl . v just moved to a house so i want to decorate her bedroom. can u plz suggest any ideas?

By: aa 1

Ok…so we had to go to a wedding last week that our older two were in. We definitely did not want to take our 1 year old there because he would have thrown a fit like usual of course. The older two had to be in it…so we just wanted to bring them back to the baby sitter so we could join the festivities after wards in piece. So I had a high *********** who has sit for us before come to our house around 4 pm bcuz the wedding was at 5. Our house was clean, i gave her all the necessary directions…allowed her to watch tv and use our computer and eat whatever she wanted, she only had to cook our son some supper which i layed out (mac and cheese) and change maybe one diaper. The other two kids were fed after the wedding ceremony. We brought them back about 7 pm and went back out. I told her we would not be home til 2 or 3 am. The baby was to be in bed by 8 pm and the older two by 8:30. She really only had to watch the one year old for 4 hours and the other two for an hour an a half. Do you think this was reasonable and fair considering she was able to watch satellite tv..our movies, use our computer, and eat whatever she wanted to? I’m not a cheap person…but i dont feel i need to pay an abundance to sitters who are mostly watching a sleeping child or children.

We only pay other people 20 bucks a night for our son if we go out around 8 or 9 usually…cuz he is obviously going to sleep right through it…we like to pick him up in the morning then if possible. Since the older two are my step kids we dont usually go out when we have them…we just happened to because we had a wedding.

Do you think 40 bucks was enough for the baby sitter this time?

i thought it was more than enough…considerin waitresses get paid less!!!!!!! i thought the extra benefits of being able to do fun things such as using computer and the tv were kinda like extra perks…but yea…..maybe i could have given her a little more….but the girl didnt say how much she charged orhow much she wanted…when she watched our kids before from 8 pm to 2 am she seemed perfectly fine with 20. so how was i supposed to know?

lol ok i live in iowa…not the most exciting state in the US…and the girl lives about 2 blocks away…not to mention i let her bring her bring her friend with her…she didnt say how much she wanted to be paid and if i was supposed to pay the friend extra either. and she did tell me she was dozing off at about 1 am…which i didnt mind because the kids had been asleep for at least 5 hours….duh parents sleep while kids are sleeping too or do other things. the girl didnt act funny when i gave her that amount, nor did she act funny when i have given her 20 for about half that time…with the kids sleepin the whole time…but yea….i guess im a mean cheap person right…lol…geez…some of the people on here say 5 to 7 dollars an hour for child care (its really like only 3/hr in iowa) when u dont have to do ne thing really….sorry but i think that is only deserved for day care workers that watch children during the day…

i mean people really only charge about 3/hr in iowa…and if you add another child…its usually about 4/hr…and this is during day hours when no sleeping kids are involved!!!!

and i also had another girl that watched just our son this past fall for about 3 hours a day M-F and she charged about 50 bucks…and in an iowa day care…its 150 a week for an infant who is watched 8-10 hours a day not night!…no lie! so tell me…am i really unreasonable… ???

by the way the older two just watched tv and played with their toys picked them up and got ready for bed for that hour and a half….she just had to make sure they got in bed…and the kids are not the kind that get out of bed and dont listen…the one year old goes right to sleep too

she coulda watched them at her house too..but she thought it was easy to come to our house cuz everything is familiar to the kids…if you think about it 40 a day for 5 days a week is 200 dollars….which would be more than a day care around here…its also a lot less than 150 a week for school aged children who are not there as long.
obviously if any of them were to get sick we would come right home…
the after wedding took place at a bar so obviously we couldnt bring children and plus they are just too young for all that

By: hotmommy09

Already using mustard gold in kitchen, olive green in office, and beige and taupe in other rooms.

By: angelkiss

what do you think? does this seem logical? what would you change? editing? ideas for title?
chapter one is on its way so it’ll be less confusing thanks!
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Prologue
Awkward and I seemed to have a lot in common these days. In school, at home, and presently, in my best friend’s living room; usually it’s not weird, but its three thirty in the morning; and we’re sneaking out. I mean, this isn’t some lame escape to a party since Rossville never had any. Maggie Smith was helping me escape to London, England. We’ve been planning this for at least four months; the plan is infallible. I would be responsible for my half, my visa (which was incredibly hard to get), travel money, my ticket, my own hotel room, and some money for rent. I’m not just going to vacation–but it’s going to be a permanent home; this also wasn’t the least bit approved by my parents. It has always seemed that I loved Europe, without even seeing it in real life.

Finally, Maggie stumbled down the stairs. I shushed her and she shrugged in reply, but of course, she dropped her bags. Afraid of any disturbance that could have caused, I rushed her out of the house towards her car, so we stuffed her bags next to mine, keyed the engine to life, and sped towards Main Street. I sat quietly beside her, staring straight ahead into the empty street; interpreting our every move. I thought about if I should ever come to visit, if they would chase me down and drag me back home, and if I’d ever see my best friend again.

Trying to break the awkward pause, Maggie sighed, “Well, we’ve made it this far.”
“We can do this. The plan is perfect. I’m shaking Maggie; I’m shaking because I’m excited!”
She smirked, “Consider this your birthday present; for your 19th and 20th birthday!”
“Oh please, like this is a punishment. British boys,” My heart jumped a little. “Remember?”
“Oh, right!”

We weren’t far from the local, small airport so it only took a few minutes; we pulled into the parking lot still stiff from the whole situation. When we walked inside, Maggie was obviously nervous seeing all the crowds of people who could stop us. As we half speed walked down the halls, we stopped from a yell directed toward us.
“Hey! You two! Stop! ”
I spun around, my eyes wide, looking to Maggie; she looked terrified, she was going to confess, so I tried spitting something out beforehand. “Y-yes-sir?”
“Where do you think you’re going?” he replied back with a smile.
“By the looks of our tickets,” replying quickly, “Gate D4.”
“Well your friend there,” he paused, I sneered at Maggie. “Dropped her purse, and spilled some things. Here, I picked it up for ‘ya.”
“Oh! T-thank you sir! Didn’t even notice!” we both sighed in relief.
“You two look nervous, you sneakin’ out or somethin’?!” he laughed loudly; Maggie and me sheepishly laughing in response.
I murmured under my breath, “Not exactly…”
“Well,” Turning to walk off, he continued with a chuckle. “Good luck with that ladies!”

After that, we fully sprinted threw security and reached our gate; it was already time to board the plane to New York. It was the oddest feeling getting on the plane, a mixture of guilt, excitement, anger, and sympathy, but a small town won’t miss me much.

We clumsily bumped threw the aisles, and I claimed the lovely window seat. I’ve always had a thing about watching what was happening on the outside; not having to say a word, just passively sitting by watching time go along. I love the watch the blue shades of the sky, the lingering sun in the afternoon, and the large, boring tan buildings. When we finally took off, it was still only five in the morning, and I would have to say this was really worth it, even if I had to lie in a noisy airplane with tons of sweaty, smelly passengers. I was tired from the stress, Maggie was unable to nap; but I knew in some strange corner of my consciousness that I was asleep and dreaming. I was running down an old corridor with musty yellow walls and ornate red carpet from someone or a group calling my name. The corridor was dark and frightening, the voices loud and piercing. I was running towards a light or door way, it was glowing at the least bit. Someone quickly appeared in an outline of solace, but I couldn’t put my finger on who it was. By that time the group of people grew closer and seemed to pull me down. Someone caught me. Maggie shook me awake–my eyes opening quickly.

Maggie jumped at my surprise. “Are…you okay?”
“Yeah… But where are we?”
“We’re in New York.” She paused, squinting her small, blue, lively eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I refused to answer the question. “What time is it?”
“Half past ten,” she sighed, starting to give up. I tried to read her face, a combination of nervous fascination and stress. Her hair was a little messy, probably from a nap. “Okay, maybe…. Maybe I should get you something to drink.” Maggie left to get a drink before I could ev
Maybe I should get you something to drink.” Maggie left to get a drink before I could even object, but I was somewhat pleased to be alone. I rested my head on Maggie’s armrest trying to stop the spinning thoughts inside my head, inevitably forcing me to think about the curious dark figure once more.

It was much quieter in the next flight, most people didn’t fly to England in the winter; it was often too cold for tourists’ taste. I actually prefer the cold over most warmness; rather be cold than be sweaty. Maggie decided to move to the seats across from me so we could get space; she probably knew I was preoccupied with something. After a few minutes, I felt awkward without talking to Maggie, and since she was asleep, I could finally listen to music. I pulled out my iPod, and I decided to start off with something slow and transit to fast, upbeat music. In an hour and a half, I was still listening to my instrumental, and I was only half way through. I finally remembered Maggie uploade
Maggie, and since she was asleep, I could finally listen to music. I pulled out my iPod, and I decided to start off with something slow and transit to fast, upbeat music. In an hour and a half, I was still listening to my instrumental, and I was only half way through. I finally remembered Maggie uploaded a CD on my iPod of a band which she really loved. I turned it on and quickly noticed the catchy yet raw guitar riffs, its bass was very well evaluated; in other words, I liked this CD a bit. After listening to it for a while, I lost some interest so I looked inside the CD case and opened the booklet:

Guitar/Vocals:
Ollie Fletcher

Bass/Vocals:
Liam Jet

Drums:
James Moon

Tour Dates:
4 December
London
6 December
Glasgow
7 December
Liverpool
9 December
Dublin
13 December
Newcastle
14 December
Manchester
17 December
Dundee
21 December
London

I was slightly interested in seeing them; I was actually, though, just going to ask Maggie out of politeness,
I was slightly interested in seeing them; I was actually, though, just going to ask Maggie out of politeness, instead of force of will. After twiddling my thumbs for three hours and listening to music for four hours, I was naturally tired; and lightly starting to fall asleep.

The pilot broke my daze, “Hello, passengers. We are going to be landing in about and hour, so please re-buckle your seatbelts!”

That made my stomach flip; I’m completely excited at how beautiful it will be, I’m completely excited at how nice the people will be, and there were so asleep with an overly excited conscious.

I woke with a bump onto cold asphalt, crisp with winter air. The cold bitterness fully complemented the brilliant blue sky; not a bit oppressed by its winter front. Once I was finally awake, I glanced out the window to see beautiful green trees with lovely tall buildings, far away people scurrying around, shrieks of the small little cars moving threw traffic, and the light chatter of a
Once I was finally awake, I glanced out the window to see beautiful green trees with lovely tall buildings, far away people scurrying around, shrieks of the small little cars moving threw traffic, and the light chatter of a largely populated town; a paradise to me. Maggie slowly moved her way towards me, gaping as I was.

“Wow. This is so cool.”
“No. It’s beautiful.” I just had to correct that understatement.

Chapter One
“I’m going out tonight, want to come?”
“Nah, I’m just uh… Going to get a bite to eat or something lame. It’s eleven, kind of late for me to party. ” I sighed, stretching out on the stiff hotel couch.
“Well, we’ll eat out tomorrow okay?” Maggie patted my head, she always had some kind of anxious personality—but I loved her.
She shut the door a loudly and it shuddered in my crowded mind. I sat around for about an hour hopping Maggie would get bored and come back to the hotel room, but
She shut the door a loudly and it shuddered in my crowded mind. I sat around for about an hour hopping Maggie would get bored and come back to the hotel room, but I had no luck. We’ve been in London for three days, and it is wonderful. My apartment is already painted nicely, and I’m waiting for the furniture to come. I checked my old phone today, twenty three calls from Daniel, and two from my parents, fifteen text messages from Daniel, ten from a variety of friends, and one from my mum. I opened one of Daniel’s.

Holly…Where are you?! I’m worried about you! Are you okay? Please call me!
Ps, I miss you.
Love, Daniel

Daniel was my only reason to stay in the states. He’d been my friend for years. But, of course, I had to fall in love with him. I was pretty sure he felt the same; we were together all the time. I was sure he loved me, because he had told me so, but maybe not in the context I had wanted it to be. I decided I wouldn’t leave, but Daniel crushed me. He got a girlfrien
He got a girlfriend and now I was the third wheel, we never talked like we used to. We only talked about his “beautiful” girlfriend. I left the day after he told me he loved her. I decided to text back.

Daniel, I’m okay.
…I miss you too.
Holly

I immediately received a text back, since it was only five o’clock where I lived.

Holly. Tell me where you are, right now. I’m scared you will get hurt. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.
Love, Daniel

I decided to text back.

Okay Daniel, I trust you. Maggie and I are in London, England. I’m going to live here.
Goodbye, Holly.

I turned off the phone. To get everything off my mind, I made weird faces in the mirror, practiced a stupid British accent, stared at the wall, watched paid programming and got easily bored. I attempted to make myself presentable and grabbed my coat, pushed my shoes on, and left. I walked down the hall; a long semi-lit corridor looked ominous. I approached the elevator without looking down,
I approached the elevator without looking down, a horrible decision and with that, tripping on my shoe and falling down. I got up with small injuries from a rug burn on my knees and palms, but I was relieved that no one was witnessed to it.
Out of the hushed lobby and into the thunderous lively hood of night, I pushed my way through the crowd for a while, and ran into a random bar. I took a seat and sighed, my eyes squinted and my hands clenching the sides of my head. I ordered water and sipped on it lightly while watching the news. ‘Missing girl about 17 today, seen on a ferry to Parris with a man she allegedly met online. Details on this….’. That much sent chills up my spine—it related all too much, besides the online match up deal. My stomach growled, and I ordered some odd dish with curry. Once it arrived, I didn’t try to smell it or take small bites; I just ate it, and surprisingly it was delicious. I keep eating away, but in the corner of my eye, I saw a couple walk into the ba
I keep eating away, but in the corner of my eye, I saw a couple walk into the bar, a small and happy American voice settling to the right of me. They chattered for a while, and paused when he put his hand in her lap.
“Holly?!” That surprised, familiar voice…
I looked over in surprise, and it was who I assumed. “Maggie! Thank goodness, I was so very afraid to be by mys–” I stopped noticing a charming long blonde haired man with green eyes sitting to her right. “Uh…Do I know you?”
“Oh this is Ollie. Ollie, Holly. Holly, Ollie.” I nodded my head at him. “Actually we were just talking, about how his friend and you would be great for each other.”
I chuckled, “Very funny.”
“Yeah, my friend would like you; he’d think you’re a major ****.” The tenor in his voice lured my interest. “He’ll be drawn to you. Can be a bit of an ******* at first though…”
“Well, I’m really new here, so maybe I should just …”
“We can meet you Friday night for a dinner!” Maggie yelped excitedly.
“Sure, same
“Sure, same place?”
I sighed, but Maggie carried on. “Sure! At seven o’clock!”
“This isn’t a good idea…..” I sighed.
“Nonsense!” He laughed, and smiled.

Once Maggie and I said our goodbyes, we made it out into the street and hit the cold air. I was quite silent the whole way, reluctant to have a date in a few days.
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
I scoffed and continued on.
what do you mean awkward and werid?

By: holly182

On a part-time basis, I want to find homeowners in my community that are unable to sell their house and are considernig renting it. I want to take pictures, post descriptions, find qualified renters and get a signed lease/agreement for both parties. What do I need (professionally) in order to do this?

By: DerrelJI

My once sweet,loving son has been such a nightmare lately-his room and area of basement to play in are constantly a mess; he is destructive with his toys; he has to be told over and over to do chores he’s been doing for 2 or 3 years. We’ve tried taking away toys,privleges and outings. We’ve begged, bribed, threatened, even ******* (only once). Nothing works. He lies, exaggerates and tells such tales I don’t know when to believe him.
He’s had a tough year; my MIL died a few weeks ago but he wasn’t really close to her; his best friend’s Mom has cancer and we’re 6 hours away from them. My health has declined quite a bit (I’m disabled due to lupus). His father changed jobs and seems to no longer enjoy doing things as a family or even with our son. I’ve tried to keep up a good front for my son’s sake but he’s a very intuitve and intelligent child. We’re at the end of our rope and are considering taking him in to his pediatrician.

By: Sandra MRN

Carol Veldt, owner of Seagull Terrace, watched her investment grow from a small,
seaside motel to a successful year-round resort in just a few years. Atop a bluff (a cliff)
overlooking the Maine coast, Seagull Terrace had attracted thousands of visits during the
summer months, but then faced a tremendous downturn in business during the winter
months. “But, keeping in view the industry in the nearby towns, very little year-round
competition, and our close proximity (nearness) to Portland,” Carol added, “I couldn’t
understand why seasonality had to hit Seagull Terrace so hard!”
So Carol spent her first winter devising (making) a new marketing plan. She put
together a promotional package designed to attract business travelers year-round. Carol’s
plan, then, involved a seasonal promotional gimmick (attention-grabber/device or
trick)—to be implemented from late winter to late spring—that would attract the large
summer crowd. Her idea worked! During her second winter, Carol greeted numerous
business travelers—both satisfied repeat guests as well as new guests who had been
snagged (caught) by her promotional appeals.
“We still have a long way to go,” Carol Veldt admitted. “Our delicatessen (place,
venue for selling goods or restaurant) offers delicious entrees, but we’d like to expand
that. We provide health club privileges (rights) off-site, but we’d like to eventually
provide our own. These are goals I hope to achieve in a few years. Our first project,
however, included a renovation (reconstruction/repair) of our guest rooms and I’m quite
proud of the results.” Carol then added, “Actually there are so many possibilities! With
an indoor pool area, I will eventually offer weekend getaways (vacations/leaves)
throughout winter.”
2. Define the target market at Seagull Terrace.
3. In what ways might Carol Veldt be implementing the product concept?
4. How might the marketing mix at Seagull Terrace differ between its two target
markets?
5. In what ways might Carol Veldt be implementing the selling concept?

By: hafsa a