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Why are people so ignorant about Bush and Iraq ?

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Ok, Yahoo Answers, the news, and people in general have really pissed me off. A little about me….. I am about 4 generations deep in servicemen. Me, my dad, grandfather, great, and who knows from there. I have my wartime service ribbon from Desert Storm in 1991, where I served in the United States Army. I am very proud to have served for my country, and I am very patriotic. With that said, the continuous wave of crap that I hear on a daily basis has just gotten under my skin. Maybe the anniversary of 9-11 less than 24 hours away has something to do with it. Lets start with President Bush. I think in light of the challenges he has been faced with he has done a good job. When people say we have been at war for no reason, it just brings light to the point…. most people who do not support our president have NO clue what they are talking about. Here is a project for you, do a search of gas prices in the rest of the world and let me know what you come up with..... I am sure you will be happy to pay your $2.50 a gallon once you know what you are talkin about. “Bring the troops home. They are over there dying for no reason” This really pisses me off. Have you ever thought the troops WANT TO BE THERE! AND THEY ARE DAMN PROUD OF THE JOB THEY ARE DOING???? And to hear some people say bring them home, and dying for no reason is a huge smack in the face. Weapons of mass destruction HAVE been found on 2 separate dates, for one. Iraq is a hub for terrorist groups including Al Qieda. Also the Iraqi people deserve the same freedoms we enjoy. It is all fun and games until your loved one gets killed in the next terrorist attack on American soil. I bet you will be the first one to squeal….. how could you have let this happen Mr. President.!!!! And I will tell you how he got 2 terms as president, uneducated people like you are sittin naked on their beanbag eating cheetos on election day....THANK GOD! If the Stars and Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet. (like hell?) We are happy with our country and have no desire to change, and we really don't care what you think of Iraq, President Bush, Osama, my Momma, or whatever. This is OUR COUNTRY, our land, and our lifestyle Our First Amendment gives every citizen the right to express his opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so! But once you are done complaining........ whining...... and griping....... about our flag....... our pledge...... our national motto........or our way of life....I highly encourage you to take advantage of one other Great American Freedom.......THE RIGHT TO LEAVE. Can I get a Hell Yea!

Why are people so ignorant about Bush and Iraq ?
Very good. I find now a days that people want only what is easy. plus they let their t.v. do all their thinking for them. IF the govt. is doing everything wrong, then way haven't there been anymore attacks on our land? People in this country are so easy to forget and so easy to complain. I hope we don't just cut and run, what good will that have done for all the brave solders that have died? WE are unfortunately our own worst enemies
Reply:Wow you wrote a lot!
Reply:Hell YEAH! You ROCK! You're going to get some flack for this...but not from me. Thank you for your service, you said everything I've been thinking. Thank you.
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Reply:Because they do not take the time to understand, they let the media think for them!
Reply:Oh Hell Yea!!!!

USAF Veteran
Reply:I was going to answer your question...but your rant answered it for me.

Thanks!
Reply:So people who have a different opinion to you are ignorant? That's a rather ignorant remark really, let's all revel in the irony.
Reply:HELL YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!... thankyou for your valiant service..i served in the nam...if i was young enough i would serve this great nation again....i wish all Americans felt as you do...but sadly...they do not.
Reply:Good rant. I don't agree with most of it because of all the fallacies, but whatever.

I would have much preferred if you broke it up into paragraphs so it wouldn't be such a headache to read.
Reply:Thanks for everything you've done for the country! I have a friend who's sister is over there and she says it really bothers her that they are doing so much good, like building schools, and all the media ever shows is the bad stuff. I agree with you totally. You aren't going to make any headway with these people, though. They really on things like "Loose Change" and Michael Moore for information.
Reply:I stopped reading as soon as you said you thought Bush was doing a good job...

Btw, I am ex-military also and a vet of Desert Storm.
Reply:Hell yea and as a former Marine you are 100% right!!!!

Keep preaching it brother and God Bless America!!!!!!
Reply:my dear patriotic friend, I took your advice about 20 years ago, I left
Reply:OK look, you're perfectly entitled to your opinion just like everyone else is, but you should be a little more open to other people's suggestions instead of screaming at them.

You point out that our lower gas prices are a good justification for war. First off, other countries gas prices are high because their government deliberately tax them so that they can make the move to better fuel sources. And are you saying the killing innocent human life is justifiable by lower prices at the pump?

Over 100,000 Iraqis have died so far. And these are innocent people like you and me who just had the misfortune of being born in a country that the US didn't like.

And as for terrorism, there were NO Iraqis involved in the 9/11 plots. But the vast majority of the terrorists were Saudis. But why didn't we invade Saudi Arabia? Because they are our number 1 supplier in oil, never mind the fact that their human rights violations were consistently ranked higher than Iraq's.

It pays to keep an open mind.
Reply:Hell ya! and thank you.
Reply:From A Viet Nam Vet.. HellYea!!! You said it all my friend!
Reply:First up, if weapons of mass destruction have been found, why was it not reported in the news? Don't blame the 'liberal media' for this- it's a big enough story that the media around the world would report it. Instead we still hear how no such weapons have ever been found- Maybe you can provide us with links to such a big story?

I agree that removing Saddam from power was the right thing to do but it's because of the mishandling of post-war Iraq that Iraq has become a hot-bed of terrorism. It's no co-incidence that British-held areas such as Basara have been relatively quiet compared to Baghdad. It's recently been proven that Saddam had no links to Al-Queda, as he didn't trust bin Laden- Bush's case for war has been compromised.
Reply:yes, when more people realize that not going into IRAQ %26amp; AFGAN guarantees more problems down the road..

(INCLUDING NUCLEAR, though not necessarily IRAQ), maybe they will open their eyes and relize why its wrong to call our soldiers 'Stormtroopers' %26amp; the president 'hitler' or hitler-like.

Either 'calling' is wrong people.

Those of you using the hitler comparisons need to move out, u have already proven yourself to be not only anti-american but definately prefering nuclear or 'end of rights' end to USA.
Reply:TOOOOOOOO long to read. But I saw this "It's our country" thing. Dude, this is an international site, not only for Americans, so speak generally.
Reply:i dont think they are,bush started that war,for oil.why are you taking up for him,that jackass doesnt give a rats *** for the service people,that have been killed over there or their families.
Reply:You do realize that Saddam had NO TIES TO AL QAEDA!? The invasion of Iraq had legal basis. But not for WMDs. And speaking of which, you do realize that the White House came out and said that the WMDs found so far were either already accounted for or not what we went in for.

I just got back from the middle east were we supported the troops on the ground. Nearly all of us that got to see the big picture realize that Iraq was draining resources and money from Afghanistan.

I know of several persons who worked on the 9/11 investigation and who walked away when their conclusions were changed. My friend walked out after 15 years in the intel community. A Captain I worked for turned in his resignation rather than accept the promotion to Rear Admiral Lower Half.

The only ones who should leave our the ones that blindly follow our government.
Reply:The President was briefed by those in the intelligence communities that Iraq DID NOT (emphasis only) have WMD's, but the administration censored those reports and presented the revised editions to congress to go to war. These were clear indications of preconceived notions to go to war.

Google The New American Century and see for yourself. The very underpinnings of the war in Iraq can be viewed there. Also the political implication(s) are for the next century,per se, include but not limited to, the next 12 administrations following the same course. Yikes!

The Bush Administration(s) and its predecessors have begun steps towards global domination and have laid out a plan on how to accomplish that goal. We are shifting from a democratic state to one of imperialism/colonialism. It is usually given a new slant, ‘we are giving them free markets and enterprise.’ Translation: ‘We want our businesses to get rich in your country’.

Furthermore, our country went to war with Iraq expecting then to have WMD. We didn't find any. Then the administration changed their reason for war. Most recently, a recent committee did not find ANY Al-Qaeda to Saddam Hussein links. WE BOMBED THE WRONG COUNTRY! This has set a precedent regarding the proliferation of nuclear weapons/uranium enrichment. Other countries are saying, "The US will attack if we have WMD's or not, better we have them."

Iran will not back down with its program. Why should they? We've invaded their neighbor. China is watching with great interest and Pakistan, Syria, North Korea, and other countries will increase their efforts in their nuclear programs.

The potential for world war is increasing due to our war machine, its supportive military industrial complex, and the imperialistic/colonialism behaviors of our administration(s).
Reply:I'm ex-military and I support our troops 100%. I am against the war in Iraq and have been from day one. But that is my right as an American citizen. I am also against people who say that the troops are "dying for no reason". The military is doing it's job, plain %26amp; simple. If they die while doing that duty it is ALWAYS an honorable thing. People can support the troops and at the same time not support why they are there. That's what being American is all about.
Reply:I completely agree with you I think people should support our troops and president even if they don't agree with his actions.

What is your favourite Roald Dahl story?

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Take your pick, kids' or adults', whatever!

For the record, I'm a big fan of Royal Jelly (not one to read while pregnant or breastfeeding), Skin and William and Mary. I'd love to remain with just a brain and an eyeball!

I also like Matilda and I used to *love* Fantastic Mr. Fox when I was little :-)

What is your favourite Roald Dahl story?
Hey hey Sunday Girl, how you been ? I really love the "Kiss Kiss" short stories book, read that when i was a kid, loved it. Especially the "Edward the Conqueror" story and "Parson's Pleasure". The story about Hitler "Genesis and Catastrophe: A True Story" is scary man !!! Was going to forget the Twits !
Reply:The Twits! - its magical!
Reply:I love the Witches. I thought the movie was brilliant too!
Reply:Charlie and the chocolate factory

and what is that one where you boy makes the medicine?????

Yeah and the Witches and Matilda.
Reply:I liked Maltida.
Reply:It's got to be 'James and the Giant Peach'
Reply:willy wonka
Reply:Matilda definitely
Reply:Boy is my favorite but the BFG and Witches were my favorites as a child.
Reply:Only available in limited edition print: Terry Tomatoe and the case of the cool cucumber
Reply:I like esio trot, shame he died really :(
Reply:Little red riding...'she whipped a pistol from her knickers' it's an entangled story with the three little pigs!

My kids loved that story....
Reply:I loved all of his books although I used to really like the poetry anthology of his that I had. I think it was called Revolting Rhymes or something like that.

Another favourite was The Witches.
Reply:roald dahl is GREAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT

i absolutely loveeeeeee george's marvelous medicine.

it's HILAIRIOUS.

george's grandmother is absolutely hilairous and is pretty old and dumb...if you haven't read it...you should!!! it's great!!

hahahahahaha

sophie%26lt;3

o . x

and btw (althouugh very grusome) the BFG is great...and the main character had my name!! %26lt;33
Reply:switch b*tch
Reply:Boy

George's marvellous medicine
Reply:BFG The Big Friendly Giant. Especially the film. The part where they drink and start floating is so funny especially when they have to........Well you know!!!!!!!!
Reply:oohh fantastic mr fox makes me hungry! also the one where the wife kills her hubby and feeds him to the police
Reply:I love The Witches, for a long time I was wary of women in gloves!
Reply:Boy
Reply:'Tommy Chocolate and the Charlie factory, allllriight mannnn!
Reply:The twits,i always remember the bit in it were the man had cornflakes in his beard,i loved it as a kid...
Reply:Revolting Rhymes is about the funniest book EVER!! Filthy Beasts comes a very close second. Not stories as such but Dahl classics indeed!
Reply:I used to love the twit's. My 7 year old daughter is into his books now so i'm getting to read them all over again! did'nt know know he wrote for grown-ups though,i'll have to have a look for those.
Reply:ive always thought Roald Dahls books were good my favorite has to be the twits that was a hilarious story i also liked the witches and the film was good im a bit older now but if i had the books id read them i have willy wonka and the witches films though there brilliant
Reply:i like his book Boy, i think its his biography.
Reply:I didn't realise he wrote Royal Jelly! That was fantastic. Wasn't it Timothy West in that? I only know his kids books. I loved Charlie and the chocolate factory and the Twits.
Reply:SwitchBitch, and Henry Sugar.
Reply:Charlie and the chocolate factory, Matilda, James and the Giant Peach, and Danny the Champion of the World
Reply:Every father needs to read 'Danny Champion of the World' to his son.
Reply:Matilda was my favorite book for the longest time. I must have read it a hundred times. When I was younger, I didn't realize the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was a book, so when the remake came out, I finally read the book. It was great. The movie will always be my favorite but the remake falls short of the standard left by the first.

Oh dear, before I start I would just like to say it's a joke and personally I love J.C he rocks,?

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But, one day at the pearly gates St Peter noticed a dark old car pull up and out of it steps the deceased former leader of the nazi party, A.Hitler himself. St Peter is astounded at this obvious terrible mistake and starts frantically waving him away. "Stop" he says "I really do think you have come to the wrong place. It's a meeting with a Mr Satan that's scheduled for you" "No" says Adolph "I absolutely refuse to go down there, it plays havoc with my gingery skin colouring, and if you let me in I will give you the highest token of my esteem, this being the cherished iron cross" St Peter was mortified and called over to jesus, "Jesus, come here" said St Peter, "It's Adolph Hitler at the gates and he says if we let him in he'll give us this lovely shiney iron cross" Jesus takes the medal from St Peter and calls out to God, "Dad" and repeats the same story, to which God replies, "Son you had a wooden one and you couldnt carry that, what d'ya want an iron one for?"

Oh dear, before I start I would just like to say it's a joke and personally I love J.C he rocks,?
Yeah, why he require an iron one.. God is right! %26gt;%26gt;%26gt; here's one for you:

Matthew goes into a confessional box and says "Bless me father for I have sinned, I have been with a loose woman."

The Priest says "is that you Matthew?"

"Yes father, it is I."

"Who was the woman you were with?"

"I cannot tell you for I do not wish to sully her reputation."

The priest asks "Was it Brenda O'Malley?"

"No father."

"Was it Fiona MacDonald?"

"No father."

"Was it Ann Brown?"

"No father, I cannot tell you."

The priest says "I admire your perseverance but you must atone for your sins. Your penance will be five Our Fathers and four Hail Marys."

Matthew goes back to his pew and his buddy Sean slides over and asks "What did you get?" Matthew replies "I got five Our Fathers, four Hail Marys and three good leads."
Reply:I love J.c too, but that is funny.

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101 Chuck Norris Facts?

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Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried. Ever.

Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.

Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for his left and right legs.

The chief export of Chuck Norris is pain.

If you can see Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you can't see Chuck Norris, you may be only seconds away from death.

Chuck Norris has counted to infinity. Twice.

Chuck Norris does not hunt because the word hunting implies the probability of failure. Chuck Norris goes killing.

Chuck Norris doesn?t wash his clothes, he disembowels them.

Chuck Norris is 1/8th Cherokee. This has nothing to do with ancestry, the man ate a f***ing Indian.

In fine print on the last page of the Guinness Book of World Records it notes that all world records are held by Chuck Norris, and those listed in the book are simply the closest anyone else has ever gotten.

There is no chin behind Chuck Norris' beard. There is only another fist.

Chuck Norris once roundhouse kicked someone so hard that his foot broke the speed of light, went back in time, and killed Amelia Earhart while she was flying over thePacific Ocean.

Crop circles are Chuck Norris' way of telling the world that sometimes corn needs to lie the f*** down.

Chuck Norris is ten feet tall, weighs two-tons, breathes fire, and could eat a hammer and take a shotgun blast standing.

The Great Wall of China was originally created to keep Chuck Norris out. It failed miserably.

If you ask Chuck Norris what time it is, he always says, "Two seconds 'till." After you ask, "Two seconds 'til what?" he roundhouse kicks you in the face.

Chuck Norris drives an ice cream truck covered in human skulls.

Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse-kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.

There is no theory of evolution, just a list of creatures Chuck Norris allows to live.

Chuck Norris once ate three 72 oz. steaks in one hour. He spent the first 45 minutes having sex with his waitress.

Chuck Norris is the only man to ever defeat a brick wall in a game of tennis.

Chuck Norris doesn't churn butter. He roundhouse kicks the cows and the butter comes straight out.

When Chuck Norris sends in his taxes, he sends blank forms and includes only a picture of himself, crouched and ready to attack. Chuck Norris has not had to pay taxes ever.

The quickest way to a man's heart is with Chuck Norris' fist.

A Handicap parking sign does not signify that this spot is for handicapped people. It is actually in fact a warning, that the spot belongs to Chuck Norris and that you will be handicapped if you park there.

Chuck Norris will attain statehood in 2009. His state flower will be the Magnolia.

Nagasaki never had a bomb dropped on it. Chuck Norris jumped out of a plane and punched the ground.

Chuck Norris originally appeared in the "Street Fighter II" video game, but was removed by Beta Testers because every button caused him to do a roundhouse kick. When asked bout this "glitch," Norris replied, "That's no glitch."

The opening scene of the movie "Saving Private Ryan" is loosely based on games of dodge ball Chuck Norris played in second grade.

Chuck Norris once shot down a German fighter plane with his finger, by yelling, "Bang!"

Chuck Norris once bet NASA he could survive re-entry without a spacesuit. On July 19th, 1999, a naked Chuck Norris re-entered the earth's atmosphere, streaking over 14 states and reaching a temperature of 3000 degrees. An embarrassed NASA publicly claimed it was a meteor, and still owes him a beer.

Chuck Norris has two speeds: Walk and Kill.

Someone once tried to tell Chuck Norris that roundhouse kicks aren't the best way to kick someone. This has been recorded by historians as the worst mistake anyone has ever made.

Contrary to popular belief, America is not a democracy, it is a Chucktatorship.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is based on a true story: Chuck Norris once swallowed a turtle whole, and when he crapped it out, the turtle was six feet tall and had learned karate.

Chuck Norris is not hung like a horse... horses are hung like Chuck Norris

Chuck Norris is the only human being to display the Heisenberg uncertainty principle -- you can never know both exactly where and how quickly he will roundhouse-kick you in the face.

Chuck Norris can drink an entire gallon of milk in forty-seven seconds.

Rather than being birthed like a normal child, Chuck Norris instead decided to punch his way out of his mother?s womb.

If you say Chuck Norris' name in Mongolia, the people there will roundhouse kick you in his honor. Their kick will be followed by the REAL roundhouse delivered by none other than Norris himself.

Time waits for no man. Unless that man is Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris discovered a new theory of relativity involving multiple universes in which Chuck Norris is even more badass than in this one. When it was discovered by Albert Einstein and made public, Chuck Norris roundhouse-kicked him in the face. We know Albert Einstein today as Stephen Hawking.

The Chuck Norris military unit was not used in the game Civilization 4, because a single Chuck Norris could defeat the entire combined nations of the world in one turn.

In an average living room there are 1,242 objects Chuck Norris could use to kill you, including the room itself.

Chuck Norris does not teabag the ladies. He potato-sacks them.

Pluto is actually an orbiting group of British soldiers from the American Revolution who entered space after the Chuck gave them a roundhouse kick to the face.

When Chuck Norris goes to donate blood, he declines the syringe, and instead requests a hand gun and a bucket.

There are no weapons of mass destruction. Just Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris once challenged Lance Armstrong in a "Who has more testicles?" contest. Chuck Norris won by 5.

Chuck Norris was the fourth wise man, who gave baby Jesus the gift of beard, which he carried with him until he died. The other three wise men were enraged by the preference that Jesus showed to Chuck's gift, and arranged to have him written out of the bible. All three died soon after of mysterious roundhouse-kick related injuries.

Chuck Norris sheds his skin twice a year.

When Chuck Norris calls 1-900 numbers, he doesn?t get charged. He holds up the phone and money falls out.

Chuck Norris once ate a whole cake before his friends could tell him there was a stripper in it.

There are no races, only countries of people Chuck Norris has beaten to different shades of black and blue.

Chuck Norris can't finish a "color by numbers" because his markers are filled with the blood of his victims. Unfortunately, all blood is dark red.

A Chuck Norris-delivered Roundhouse Kick is the preferred method of execution in 16 states.

When Chuck Norris falls in water, Chuck Norris doesn't get wet. Water gets Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris's urine was the main ingredient for balco's designer steroids. Therefore, Chuck Norris is actually the all-time single-season home run king.

Scientists have estimated that the energy given off during the Big Bang is roughly equal to 1CNRhK (Chuck Norris Roundhouse Kick)

Chuck Norris? house has no doors, only walls that he walks through.

When Chuck Norris has sex with a man, it won't be because he is gay. It will be because he has run out of women.

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could Chuck Norris? ...All of it.

Chuck Norris doesn't actually write books, the words assemble themselves out of fear.

In honor of Chuck Norris, all McDonald's in Texas have an even larger size than the super-size. When ordering, just ask to be "Norrisized".

Chuck Norris CAN believe it's not butter.

If tapped, a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick could power the country of Australia for 44 minutes.

The grass is always greener on the other side, unless Chuck Norris has been there. In that case the grass is most likely soaked in blood and tears.

Newton's Third Law is wrong: Although it states that for each action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, there is no force equal in reaction to a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick.

Chuck Norris invented his own type of karate. It's called Chuck-Will-Kill.

When an episode of Walker Texas Ranger was aired in France, the French surrendered to Chuck Norris just to be on the safe side.

While urinating, Chuck Norris is easily capable of welding titanium.

Chuck Norris once sued the Houghton-Mifflin textbook company when it became apparent that their account of the war of 1812 was plagiarized from his autobiography.

When Steven Seagal kills a ninja, he only takes its hide. When Chuck Norris kills a ninja, he uses every part.

Wilt Chamberlain claims to have slept with more than 20,000 women in his lifetime. Chuck Norris calls this "a slow Tuesday."

Contrary to popular belief, there is indeed enough Chuck Norris to go around.

Chuck Norris doesn?t shave; he kicks himself in the face. The only thing that can cut Chuck Norris is Chuck Norris.

For some, the left testicle is larger than the right one. For Chuck Norris, each testicle is larger than the other one.

When taking the SAT, write "Chuck Norris" for every answer. You will score a 1600.

Chuck Norris invented black. In fact, he invented the entire spectrum of visible light. Except pink. Tom Cruise invented pink.

When you're Chuck Norris, anything + anything is equal to 1. One roundhouse kick to the face.

Chuck Norris has the greatest Poker-Face of all time. He won the 1983 World Series of Poker, despite holding only a Joker, a Get out of Jail Free Monopoly card, a 2 of clubs, 7 of spades and a green #4 card from the game UNO.

On his birthday, Chuck Norris randomly selects one lucky child to be thrown into the sun.

Nobody doesn't like Sara Lee. Except Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris doesn't throw up if he drinks too much. Chuck Norris throws down!

In the beginning there was nothing...then Chuck Norris Roundhouse kicked that nothing in the face and said "Get a job". That is the story of the universe.

Chuck Norris has 12 moons. One of those moons is the Earth.

Chuck Norris grinds his coffee with his teeth and boils the water with his own rage.

Archeologists unearthed an old English dictionary dating back to the year 1236. It defined "victim" as "one who has encountered Chuck Norris"

Chuck Norris ordered a Big Mac at Burger King, and got one.

Chuck Norris and Mr. T walked into a bar. The bar was instantly destroyed, as that level of awesome cannot be contained in one building.

If you Google search "Chuck Norris getting his *** kicked" you will generate zero results. It just doesn't happen.

Chuck Norris doesn't bowl strikes, he just knocks down one pin and the other nine faint.

The show Survivor had the original premise of putting people on an island with Chuck Norris. there were no survivors and the pilot episode tape has been burned.

Chuck Norris brings the noise AND the funk.

You know how they say if you die in your dream then you will die in real life? In actuality, if you dream of death then Chuck Norris will find you and kill you.

Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door.

When Chuck Norris is in a crowded area, he doesn't walk around people. He walks through them

James Cameron wanted Chuck Norris to play the Terminator. However, upon reflection, he realized that would have turned his movie into a documentary, so he went with Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Chuck Norris can touch MC Hammer.

Little known medical fact: Chuck Norris invented the Caesarean section when he roundhouse-kicked his way out of his mother?s womb.

Chuck Norris can divide by zero

101 Chuck Norris Facts?
"the best part of waking up isn't Folgers in your cup!

the best part of waking up is know that you weren't killed by Chuck Norris in your sleep"

hahaha I LOVE THIS ONE!

i almost peed a little, and my sides hurt.

but u get a million stars

and stop catching and strangling my Smurfs
Reply:Chuck Norris can list 102.
Reply:O_O
Reply:I first read these in some site, last month. think you're such a fan eh ......to type it here all of them. when i first read this facts about chuck norris, i laugh too. still.....i chuckle.

cannot LOL right now, my boss watching!! But I give you a star 4 typing it for us....chuckle...chuckle....my boss still watching.

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It was a normal day for Anne and Kelly, who were laying about in Kelly’s bedroom, rather bored, for they had nothing to do. They had offered to clean up the neighbor-

hood, but their mothers had refused, seeing the hot weath-

er was rather....well, hot. Considering anything besides going outside, their list was rather short. “ What can we do?” cried Kelly. “ Could we IM Jane, Matt , Sandy, and

Lina at the same time? That would be fun.” suggested A-

nne. “Okay ” said Kelly, getting up. “ No need.” said a

voice behind them. They turned around, to find Sandy,

Jane, Matt, and Lina waiting for them. Kelly groaned loudly–––-she really wanted to IM them, not meet them.

“ Hey. What’s up?” asked Sandy, a tall, broad shouldered,

blond haired guy, who was the founder of six kids

so-called “group”. They never even met during the school year. Now, seeing it was summer, they met each other frequently, every other day. “Nothing. You?” replied Anne. “We were goin’ to that woods behind Rain Orchids.” said Lina. “They–—” she pointed to the guys--- “ claim there is a haunted house. Smack in the middle of the woods. A haunted house. In the woods ”she said, exclaiming it loudly. “ Yeah, right, we believe you, you’re down right we do,” said Kelly, though she looked like she was interested. “ Hmmm... there was something, uh, never mind.” said Jane, who was really thoughtful and curious about things like that. “ No, go on We wanna listen, don’t we?”said Kelly quickly. There were murmurs and nods of agreement. “Well, if you want to know, there was a house

owned by a business tycoon in the woods behind Rain Orchids, a man. He was a millionaire, and people would

die to meet him. He was really generous; he practically

owned Rain Orchids, he did donate a lot of money, and about anyone he met that seemed poor, he would give billions of dollars away to them,” Jane filled them in. “Wow.He sounds amazing But why would he live in the woods?A great man like him?” asked Anne. “I bet for secrecy,”said Matt. He also was a broad shouldered, tall guy, but with brown colored hair and green eyes, unlike Sandy, who had blue eyes. “Yeah, I guess. He wouldn’t want to be interviewed by The Journal everyday, now would he?” said Lina. She was a beautiful girl with sleek, shiny brown hair up to her waist. She also had blue eyes

and a fair skin complexion. “ Well, that makes sense, but, two things: What was his name, and was The Journal even established than?” asked Kelly, Lina’s twin; naturally,

she looked just like Lina, only with blond hair and glasses.

“Well, I think his name was Wayne Lenmore, and yes, The Journal was established then. Oh yeah, it was a long time ago, ‘bout the 1970s.” finished Jane, who was a tall, blue eyed girl with brown curly hair. “Then....um, lets GO Come on ” exclaimed Kelly, who was eager to find out about this “haunted house”. Everyone knew what she was

talking about, so they all hurried to Rain Orchids. Once there, they all asked Ms. Percidal about a man known to

live in the woods. Ms. Percidal was a thin, tall woman

with brown hair usually tied up in a ponytail. She babbled:

“Yes, there was a man, once, a long time ago, who was very generous indeed. He helped this old apple orchid a lot; I did him a bit of a favor: he wanted those woods, and I sold them to him. Never seen him after that, though, you’d think he would come back tovisit ” said Ms. Percidal. “But was his name Wayne Lenmore?” asked Anne. “ I believe so,” said Ms. Percidal.“Were those woods yours?” asked Sandy. He wore an eager expression like the rest. “Yes. They were mine, sold to me by an young man, around the age of 20. He looked quite happy to get rid of the land.” replied Ms. Percidal.“Did Mr. Lenmore have a house in the woods?” asked Matt. “ Not that I know of,” asked Ms. Percidal. After thanking Ms. Percidal, the group went to go in the woods.“Well I think the house is haunted, don’t care what you five think.” said Lina, the minute they got out of the orchid. “Well, I sure don’t. It’s all a bunch of nonsense, if you ask me,” said Sandy. “Well, no one is asking you, so you can keep your thoughts to your self,” snapped Lina.

“Ooooh, look, there’s a house Over there See it?” said Jane. “Where?” were the answers to Jane’s question. They

all ran to the area Jane indicated. “See? Told you Bet it’s

Wayne Lenmore’s...spooky,” she said, after glancing at it. It was at least seven stories high, with windows that were

broken and cracked and had shutters that were brown and the paint was peeling off. The overall house was a brown,

tinge and was rather black, but the paint, like the shutters, was peeling. The little grass around the house was brown and murky, making it look like a real haunted house. “Well...should we go in?” asked Matt. “Maybe.....or not.”

said Kelly. “Come on We’ll take a look, come out. We’ll

knock first,” he added, after seeing the expression on Jane’s face, who was frowning slightly. “Okay...” she agreed, looking weary. They all approached the house, and Matt knocked. RAP. RAP. RAP. He knocked. There was a slight sound, from the depths of the woods, and all was sil-

ent. “Well, looks like Wayne isn’t home. Lets go in,” said Sandy. “Uh, I don’t think–––“ started Kelly. “Lets go,” said Matt in a firm voice. They entered, and the inside of the

house was ruined; the house had white walls, but with pe-

eling paint. The chairs and couches were green and fancy looking, but with moth-eaten fabric covered over the rotti-

ing wood shaped for the couch. There were stairs, but they

were black and looked like they were once burned. The house felt rather cold and misty; the only light came from the blazing sun outside. “This is...well, kind of––-” “Creepy, yeah,” finished Kelly for Lina. TAP. TAP. TAP. “What– what was that?” asked a nervous Anne. “It came from upstairs ” yelled Jane. “Shh I’m trying to listen ” said Matt, but the sound grew louder, and louder, until it sounded like it was right next to them. “Lets GO Ahhhh Help Someone Help ” the girls screamed. “QUIET SHH yelled Sandy. “RUN NOW ” They all ran and ran until they were out of the woods. Panting, Sandy spoke to the frightened girls. “That was something...something...a animal,” he finished lamely. “An animal,” repeated Lina, fuming at him. “We could have––” started Lina. “—died ” screamed Kelly. “No,” said Jane. “We could have found out who is the ghost of Lenmore Mansion Or what is the ghost. Whatever.” Jane corrected Kelly. She turned to Anne, “Um, why did you scream, ‘Run now’ ? That was totally little kid’s stuff to do.” Anne just looked puzzled.

“ I didn’t scream anything,” There was a pause. “Then who did?” asked Jane. There were shrugs and frowns of the question. “Well, I think we should never go back to that creepy place.” said Kelly. “Weren’t you so keen to go

there in the first place, Kells?” asked Sandy. Kelly blushed,

and muttered, “Uh, well,----no----I mean, well–---- um, ma-

be, sort–yeah,” she said, trying to hide her face. “Anyway,”

said Matt, “ We should try finding out about Wayne. Does anyone have suggestions?” he asked. “ We could find old

issues of The Journal , and see if there is anything about him

in there,” suggested Lina. “Yeah That’s a great idea ” they all exclaimed.”But lets meet here tomorrow, ‘cause I gotta

leave for a reception party tonight.” said Jane. “Me too,”

said Lina. “ Not tomarrow,no.”said Sandy. “I’m goin’ to

Georgia for a week.” “And I’m leaving for Virginia for a week.” said Anne. “Back here, in week, guys? We’ll see each other in a week. And find as much you can about this Wayne Lenmore, okay?” said Matt.

It was a long week for everyone. Lina and Jane were looking marvelous at the reception party that night, wearing identical dresses of a turquoise-green color, ankle–length with shawl that was not out-of-place, but made them look “fantabulous.” Sandy and Anne stayed at luxurious hotels in Virginia and Georgia, eating fine feasts

and taking long dips in the pools there. Also,they all frequently instant messaged each other, to ensure about what they had found out about the mysterious house....

Kellz356: U guyz there?

AlwayzAnn : Im here, don’t know about nobody else.

Kellz356: Matt?

Matt-Dude: yep, matt here.

AlwayzAnn: Did any of u guyz find out about

AlwayzAnn: Wayne Lenmore?

Lina-iz-cool has just signed on.

Lina-iz-cool: hey. Did u find about Wayne L.???

Matt-Dude: we were talking bout that...??did u guyz???

Lina-iz-cool: not really...

AlwayzAnn: well, he was in the 45th issue of the journal

Kellz356: how do u no?

AlwayzAnn: went online and researched about him on

AlwayzAnn: searchpeople.com ... pretty easy,too.

Kellz356: well, I’m sorry, but I have to go...later

AlwayzAnn: BYE

Matt-Dude: later

Lina-iz-cool: bye, Kelly

Kellz356 has just signed out.

Matt-Dude: well, maybe we should find out more.....

AlwayzAnn: yeah, we should.

Jane101 has just signed on.

Jane101: hey guys. Did anyone find out about Wayne?

Matt-Dude: ann got sumthing that he was in the journal

Jane101: Was he really?

AlwayzAnn: do I ever lie? No, so yes, he wuz.

Jane101: Cool That was a fact even I didn’t know

AlwayzAnn: B-)

Jane101: That’s the cool sign, right?

AlwayzAnn: Duh, Jane, duh

Lina-iz-cool: gotta go, bye, eat dinner...

Jane101: no u don’t cuz dinner’s not redy; I live with u, remember, sis????

AlwayzAnn: *groan*

Jane101: lol Heeeeeheeeheee

Sandybeachs21 has just signed on.

Sandybeachs21: hey

AlwayzAnn: gotta go, later guyz and sandy...

AlwayzAnn has just signed out.

Sandybeaches21: I’ve gotta go 2, later %26amp; sorry about that

Sandybeaches21 has just signed out.

Matt-Dude: no use staying here, later.

Matt-Dude, Jane101, and Lina-iz-cool have signed out.

It was a couple days after that when the group met.

Anne, who was the most knowledgeable one there, had taken the most amount of interest in Wayne Lenmore’s life. As she told them on instant messenger, she had found out that he was in the 45th issue of The Journal. Seeing as it was published only very recently in his time, he was quick to be

published in it. Wayne Lenmore had been quite an interesting person, as Anne had put it.

“No, he was only 26 when he inherited his mother’s

fortune,” said Anne, busy online finding out more about Wayne Lenmore. “You’ve been on for an hour researching him? You said you were on an assignment for history ” yelled Kelly. “Now

let me on ” she yelled. “Come on Kelly, it’s not an hour, and he has-he had, I mean,an amazing life Please, just–––just ten

more minutes ” pleaded Anne. “‘Had?’ ‘Had?’ What do you mean, ‘had’?” Matt asked Anne. “He...he...he died three years ago.” Anne stuttered. “He did? How?” asked Kelly.

“A mystery. No one knows why, how, when––-just the fact that three years ago.” replied Anne. “Wow...” said Sandy, from the bed.He was evidently pretending to be asleep. “Does it say where he was last spotted?” asked Jane, curious and silent, sitting on the floor. “It says in Willford,Connec––– ” she started to say, but Lina broke her off. “Thats here, right here He was last spotted in Willford, Connecticut That here He was spotted right HERE She yelled loudly so that Bane, the group’s dog, barked and turned over on its stomach. “Yes, right here,” said Anne, calmly with a smile.

Is my story ok? please tell me! i want to know!?
I think it has a lot of issues. You need an editor - seriously. First of all, you apparently don't know that every time a new person speaks, you change paragraphs. Secondly, you tend to write the way you THINK an author should write instead of using your own "voice". You write in the passive voice. By the end of the first paragraph (which was a horror to get through) I had totally lost any interest in reading any more. No, I don't think it is OK. It needs a ton of work. Your idea is fine, but your technique is seriously lacking.

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They're, Their, There - Three Different Words.

Careful or you may wind up in my next novel.

Pax - C
Reply:i think its great! your very creative =]

Please tell me if my story is good,PLEASE, its couple of chapters?

2010-04-24T05:07:00.003-07:00

Rate my story and tell me if its good:

It was a normal day for Anne and Kelly, who were laying about in Kelly’s bedroom, rather bored, for they had nothing to do. They had offered to clean up the neighbor-

hood, but their mothers had refused, seeing the hot weath-

er was rather....well, hot. Considering anything besides going outside, their list was rather short. “ What can we do?” cried Kelly. “ Could we IM Jane, Matt , Sandy, and

Lina at the same time? That would be fun.” suggested A-

nne. “Okay ” said Kelly, getting up. “ No need.” said a

voice behind them. They turned around, to find Sandy,

Jane, Matt, and Lina waiting for them. Kelly groaned loudly–––-she really wanted to IM them, not meet them.

“ Hey. What’s up?” asked Sandy, a tall, broad shouldered,

blond haired guy, who was the founder of six kids

so-called “group”. They never even met during the school year. Now, seeing it was summer, they met each other frequently, every other day. “Nothing. You?” replied Anne. “We were goin’ to that woods behind Rain Orchids.” said Lina. “They–—” she pointed to the guys--- “ claim there is a haunted house. Smack in the middle of the woods. A haunted house. In the woods ”she said, exclaiming it loudly. “ Yeah, right, we believe you, you’re down right we do,” said Kelly, though she looked like she was interested. “ Hmmm... there was something, uh, never mind.” said Jane, who was really thoughtful and curious about things like that. “ No, go on We wanna listen, don’t we?”said Kelly quickly. There were murmurs and nods of agreement. “Well, if you want to know, there was a house

owned by a business tycoon in the woods behind Rain Orchids, a man. He was a millionaire, and people would

die to meet him. He was really generous; he practically

owned Rain Orchids, he did donate a lot of money, and about anyone he met that seemed poor, he would give billions of dollars away to them,” Jane filled them in. “Wow.He sounds amazing But why would he live in the woods?A great man like him?” asked Anne. “I bet for secrecy,”said Matt. He also was a broad shouldered, tall guy, but with brown colored hair and green eyes, unlike Sandy, who had blue eyes. “Yeah, I guess. He wouldn’t want to be interviewed by The Journal everyday, now would he?” said Lina. She was a beautiful girl with sleek, shiny brown hair up to her waist. She also had blue eyes

and a fair skin complexion. “ Well, that makes sense, but, two things: What was his name, and was The Journal even established than?” asked Kelly, Lina’s twin; naturally,

she looked just like Lina, only with blond hair and glasses.

“Well, I think his name was Wayne Lenmore, and yes, The Journal was established then. Oh yeah, it was a long time ago, ‘bout the 1970s.” finished Jane, who was a tall, blue eyed girl with brown curly hair. “Then....um, lets GO Come on ” exclaimed Kelly, who was eager to find out about this “haunted house”. Everyone knew what she was

talking about, so they all hurried to Rain Orchids. Once there, they all asked Ms. Percidal about a man known to

live in the woods. Ms. Percidal was a thin, tall woman

with brown hair usually tied up in a ponytail. She babbled:

“Yes, there was a man, once, a long time ago, who was very generous indeed. He helped this old apple orchid a lot; I did him a bit of a favor: he wanted those woods, and I sold them to him. Never seen him after that, though, you’d think he would come back tovisit ” said Ms. Percidal. “But was his name Wayne Lenmore?” asked Anne. “ I believe so,” said Ms. Percidal.“Were those woods yours?” asked Sandy. He wore an eager expression like the rest. “Yes. They were mine, sold to me by an young man, around the age of 20. He looked quite happy to get rid of the land.” replied Ms. Percidal.“Did Mr. Lenmore have a house in the woods?” asked Matt. “ Not that I know of,” asked Ms. Percidal. After thanking Ms. Percidal, the group went to go in the woods.“Well I think the house is haunted, don’t care what you five think.” said Lina, the minute they got out of the orchid. “Well, I sure don’t. It’s all a bunch of nonsense, if you ask me,” said Sandy. “Well, no one is asking you, so you can keep your thoughts to your self,” snapped Lina.

“Ooooh, look, there’s a house Over there See it?” said Jane. “Where?” were the answers to Jane’s question. They

all ran to the area Jane indicated. “See? Told you Bet it’s

Wayne Lenmore’s...spooky,” she said, after glancing at it. It was at least seven stories high, with windows that were

broken and cracked and had shutters that were brown and the paint was peeling off. The overall house was a brown,

tinge and was rather black, but the paint, like the shutters, was peeling. The little grass around the house was brown and murky, making it look like a real haunted house. “Well...should we go in?” asked Matt. “Maybe.....or not.”

said Kelly. “Come on We’ll take a look, come out. We’ll

knock first,” he added, after seeing the expression on Jane’s face, who was frowning slightly. “Okay...” she agreed, looking weary. They all approached the house, and Matt knocked. RAP. RAP. RAP. He knocked. There was a slight sound, from the depths of the woods, and all was sil-

ent. “Well, looks like Wayne isn’t home. Lets go in,” said Sandy. “Uh, I don’t think–––“ started Kelly. “Lets go,” said Matt in a firm voice. They entered, and the inside of the

house was ruined; the house had white walls, but with pe-

eling paint. The chairs and couches were green and fancy looking, but with moth-eaten fabric covered over the rotti-

ing wood shaped for the couch. There were stairs, but they

were black and looked like they were once burned. The house felt rather cold and misty; the only light came from the blazing sun outside. “This is...well, kind of––-” “Creepy, yeah,” finished Kelly for Lina. TAP. TAP. TAP. “What– what was that?” asked a nervous Anne. “It came from upstairs ” yelled Jane. “Shh I’m trying to listen ” said Matt, but the sound grew louder, and louder, until it sounded like it was right next to them. “Lets GO Ahhhh Help Someone Help ” the girls screamed. “QUIET SHH yelled Sandy. “RUN NOW ” They all ran and ran until they were out of the woods. Panting, Sandy spoke to the frightened girls. “That was something...something...a animal,” he finished lamely. “An animal,” repeated Lina, fuming at him. “We could have––” started Lina. “—died ” screamed Kelly. “No,” said Jane. “We could have found out who is the ghost of Lenmore Mansion Or what is the ghost. Whatever.” Jane corrected Kelly. She turned to Anne, “Um, why did you scream, ‘Run now’ ? That was totally little kid’s stuff to do.” Anne just looked puzzled.

“ I didn’t scream anything,” There was a pause. “Then who did?” asked Jane. There were shrugs and frowns of the question. “Well, I think we should never go back to that creepy place.” said Kelly. “Weren’t you so keen to go

there in the first place, Kells?” asked Sandy. Kelly blushed,

and muttered, “Uh, well,----no----I mean, well–---- um, ma-

be, sort–yeah,” she said, trying to hide her face. “Anyway,”

said Matt, “ We should try finding out about Wayne. Does anyone have suggestions?” he asked. “ We could find old

issues of The Journal , and see if there is anything about him

in there,” suggested Lina. “Yeah That’s a great idea ” they all exclaimed.”But lets meet here tomorrow, ‘cause I gotta

leave for a reception party tonight.” said Jane. “Me too,”

said Lina. “ Not tomarrow,no.”said Sandy. “I’m goin’ to

Georgia for a week.” “And I’m leaving for Virginia for a week.” said Anne. “Back here, in week, guys? We’ll see each other in a week. And find as much you can about this Wayne Lenmore, okay?” said Matt.

It was a long week for everyone. Lina and Jane were looking marvelous at the reception party that night, wearing identical dresses of a turquoise-green color, ankle–length with shawl that was not out-of-place, but made them look “fantabulous.” Sandy and Anne stayed at luxurious hotels in Virginia and Georgia, eating fine feasts

and taking long dips in the pools there. Also,they all frequently instant messaged each other, to ensure about what they had found out about the mysterious house....

Kellz356: U guyz there?

AlwayzAnn : Im here, don’t know about nobody else.

Kellz356: Matt?

Matt-Dude: yep, matt here.

AlwayzAnn: Did any of u guyz find out about

AlwayzAnn: Wayne Lenmore?

Lina-iz-cool has just signed on.

Lina-iz-cool: hey. Did u find about Wayne L.???

Matt-Dude: we were talking bout that...??did u guyz???

Lina-iz-cool: not really...

AlwayzAnn: well, he was in the 45th issue of the journal

Kellz356: how do u no?

AlwayzAnn: went online and researched about him on

AlwayzAnn: searchpeople.com ... pretty easy,too.

Kellz356: well, I’m sorry, but I have to go...later

AlwayzAnn: BYE

Matt-Dude: later

Lina-iz-cool: bye, Kelly

Kellz356 has just signed out.

Matt-Dude: well, maybe we should find out more.....

AlwayzAnn: yeah, we should.

Jane101 has just signed on.

Jane101: hey guys. Did anyone find out about Wayne?

Matt-Dude: ann got sumthing that he was in the journal

Jane101: Was he really?

AlwayzAnn: do I ever lie? No, so yes, he wuz.

Jane101: Cool That was a fact even I didn’t know

AlwayzAnn: B-)

Jane101: That’s the cool sign, right?

AlwayzAnn: Duh, Jane, duh

Lina-iz-cool: gotta go, bye, eat dinner...

Jane101: no u don’t cuz dinner’s not redy; I live with u, remember, sis????

AlwayzAnn: *groan*

Jane101: lol Heeeeeheeeheee

Sandybeachs21 has just signed on.

Sandybeachs21: hey

AlwayzAnn: gotta go, later guyz and sandy...

AlwayzAnn has just signed out.

Sandybeaches21: I’ve gotta go 2, later %26amp; sorry about that

Sandybeaches21 has just signed out.

Matt-Dude: no use staying here, later.

Matt-Dude, Jane101, and Lina-iz-cool have signed out.

It was a couple days after that when the group met.

Anne, who was the most knowledgeable one there, had taken the most amount of interest in Wayne Lenmore’s life. As she told them on instant messenger, she had found out that he was in the 45th issue of The Journal. Seeing as it was published only very recently in his time, he was quick to be

published in it. Wayne Lenmore had been quite an interesting person, as Anne had put it.

“No, he was only 26 when he inherited his mother’s

fortune,” said Anne, busy online finding out more about Wayne Lenmore. “You’ve been on for an hour researching him? You said you were on an assignment for history ” yelled Kelly. “Now

let me on ” she yelled. “Come on Kelly, it’s not an hour, and he has-he had, I mean,an amazing life Please, just–––just ten

more minutes ” pleaded Anne. “‘Had?’ ‘Had?’ What do you mean, ‘had’?” Matt asked Anne. “He...he...he died three years ago.” Anne stuttered. “He did? How?” asked Kelly.

“A mystery. No one knows why, how, when––-just the fact that three years ago.” replied Anne. “Wow...” said Sandy, from the bed.He was evidently pretending to be asleep. “Does it say where he was last spotted?” asked Jane, curious and silent, sitting on the floor. “It says in Willford,Connec––– ” she started to say, but Lina broke her off. “Thats here, right here He was last spotted in Willford, Connecticut That here He was spotted right HERE She yelled loudly so that Bane, the group’s dog, barked and turned over on its stomach. “Yes, right here,” said Anne, calmly with a smile.

Please tell me if my story is good,PLEASE, its couple of chapters?
I'm not going to read it. Instead, I'm going to direct you to fictionpress.com, where you can get a free account and post your stories online, chapter by chapter, for other people (both members and non-members) to read and comment on. It's a fantastic writer-friendly place and you'll get feedback on your story, and constructive criticism so you can see what you should work on.
Reply:SORRY TO LONG I WILL READ IT LATER
Reply:Terrible

Remove mole with herbal paste? - It did work?

2010-04-24T05:07:00.002-07:00

About 3 weeks ago I posted this: I have been hearing a lot about the herbal paste from The Wart %26amp; Mole Remover Co. I have seen the website and it looks good but before I buy it I wonder if anyone here has bought it? Thanks in advance. Si

I just wanted to report back, because I decided to give it a go. I now have no moles. It was fantastic. The moles disappeared almost instantly. They went very flat and very black then it kind of scabbed over. When the scabs first fell off my skin was a little pink but it is now blending in. Day by day it is looking more and more invisible. Sorry mr doctor (who said it wouldn't work) you were wrong! It did work!

Remove mole with herbal paste? - It did work?
Lets hope B%26amp;Q dont start selling Mole and Wart removing potion, because you and georga_gray will be out of business.
Reply:Thanks for posting your experience with this. I wondered if it really did work. I think I will give it a try too.
Reply:Is it April Fool's Day? I can't believe this story but really love for it to be true as I have a lot of moles and would dearly love to be mole free. I once had one removed surgically and was surpised that it was like a spherical object and had been larger on the surface than below it. I had always imaging huge roots and an ice berg type scenario ie something like 1/8 above the surface and the rest below. So my experience suggests that this could be true.

What about side effects though?

Sounds fantastic.
Reply:Is there any dangers associated with using it. Do the moles have to be raised surface moles or will it work on flat ones.

add to question ta

bougainvillea

College Admissions Essay?

2010-04-24T05:07:00.001-07:00

I am writing about how a class I have taken has inspired me to become involved in the medical field. This is all I have so far:

As I stood there with the needle clenched between my fingers and my hands nervously shaking, I could barely comprehend what I was about to do. This was a real live person that I was about to perform on. I was so petrified that I was going to hurt her. Quickly, I pierced her skin with the needle and delved deep for a vein. Finally, a sense of relief overcame my body when the tube began to fill with blood.

Hitting that vein and filling that tube of blood was just the tip of the iceberg. I knew from the moment that I stepped foot into Mr. Johnson’s third period Laboratory Assistant class, that I had found out just what I wanted to do with my life. I knew the medical field was definitely my forte.

I am not exactly sure where to go from here. Can someone please give me some ideas? Thanks!!

College Admissions Essay?
Should really come from you, I understand writer's block and needing advice to get your thoughts flowing though. You can continue with something like, "Many of my friends have no idea what they want to do, they intend to use their first two years in college trying to figure it out before they are forced to choose a major, but I know without a doubt at this moment in my life that nursing is my destiny." By the way, you may be having a writer's block because, you're not really sure if this is what you want to do! Or whether or not you're really wanting to goto college or whether or not it's sort of being forced on you! There is so much pressure to impress and not be yourself that I don't blame you for writing essays in which you feel you are thinking about everything you say in detail rather than actually expressing yourself and your emotions. I know that I am recently interested in the field of medicine and I would say something like, "I look around me and I see what other people do for a living. I think back to my days in television, education, and culinary service. It's like none of it really meant anything. The decision to become a nurse just FEELS right. It feels like me, it feels like a good decision, and it's something I know I am capable of if I just work hard enough. I would be honored to be given the opportunity to work on my BSN degree in nursing at your college (or university). Anyway, I don't know whether you watch Grey's Anatomy or not but I like the theme you have going here, it reminds me of the first episode in the season this year where the character Lexi says to the character George O'Malley "And you...you delivered a BABY today".
Reply:Just go on with your forte or inclination in life. As you go on and allow yourself be trained in the medical field you chose, you'll learn to handle more your emotions - knowing than every work must be done objectively as long as you are doing the right thing which is sustaining life.
Reply:Let's start with what you have. It's good (only one or two grammatical errors that you can take care of later), but I would change the last word from "forte" to "calling." Although forte shows some reasonably impressive vocabulary, it does not correctly elaborate the previous sentence. You want a word that parallels "what I wanted to do with my life."

As for the rest of it, describe what kind of medicine you want to go into and how exactly Mr. Johnson's class made you realize that you wanted to do it.
Reply:Think of more events where you can personalise. However stay within the medical theme as in how you had derived a sense of happiness being of help to people and how the events further motivated you in you daily activities. It should be people oriented stuffs afterall being a doctor is like trying to improve the lives of your patients?

College Admissions Essay?

2010-04-24T05:07:00.000-07:00

I have had these sore red spots on my breasts for about 8 weeks now,?

2010-04-24T05:06:00.001-07:00

they keep dissapearing for about a day then reappear with their new best friend.. Mr Bigger spot... anyway, ive tried witch hazel, toothpaste, sudocreme, vaseline, savlon, baby oil and fucidin cream from my doc.. any advice.. apart from chopping off 6 inches of skin and letting it grow back.

I have had these sore red spots on my breasts for about 8 weeks now,?
you should check them out with your doctor..it could be a little more serios then just spots i.e cancer..other then that make sure your body remains hydrated..drinks loads of water 8-12 glasses everyday...or jus try using BIO OIL.u could get it in any drug store..boots,superdrud..which ever u prefer.its a really good product which would get rid of the spots...oh yes fruits like watermelon,oranges and apples are good as well..
Reply:I think you should go see a doctor. It may be somethng more serious than you think. And just to be safe i think you should check your breasts for any lumps or bumps. In the shower because the water lets you hand run smoothly. If there are any bumps of some sort i really think you should go to the hospital. it can be breast cancer. But if not than it may just ba an allergy.

good luck
Reply:send me a picture of them and i will let you know
Reply:i'm not an expert but i could come round and have a look at them for you
Reply:We'd have to see them to give a proper diagnosis I'm afraid
Reply:google... IBS its a fast growing cancer that doesn't have lumps
Reply:I would suggest getting it checked with a doctor. It is not very smart to try to diagnose and treat yourself!
Reply:It sounds like maybe a staph infection. Topicals won't help. You may need oral antibiotics. Go back to your doc or get a new one.

If you are breast feeding, they could be clogged milk ducts/mastitis. Still need oral antibiotics.
Reply:This can be an allergy to some bra.. for sure...Try to find out if there is certain clothes that you are using that produce this to you..
Reply:Want me to take a look??

Irak : thousands of stories and no one to listen ?? mission unacomplished and very sad?

2010-04-24T05:06:00.000-07:00

Iraq on My Mind: Thousands of Stories to Tell – And No One to Listen

By Dahr Jamail

"In violence we forget who we are" – Mary McCarthy, novelist and critic

1. Statistically Speaking

Having spent a fair amount of time in occupied Iraq, I now find living in the United States nothing short of a schizophrenic experience. Life in Iraq was traumatizing. It was impossible to be there and not be affected by apocalyptic levels of violence and suffering, unimaginable in this country.

But here's the weird thing: One long, comfortable plane ride later and you're in Disneyland, or so it feels on returning to the United States. Sometimes it seems as if I'm in a bubble here that's only moments away from popping. I find myself perpetually amazed at the heights of consumerism and the vigorous pursuit of creature comforts that are the essence of everyday life in this country – and once defined my own life as well.

Here, for most Americans, you can choose to ignore what our government is doing in Iraq. It's as simple as choosing to go to a website other than this one.

The longer the occupation of Iraq continues, the more conscious I grow of the disparity, the utter disjuncture, between our two worlds.

In January 2004, I traveled through villages and cities south of Baghdad investigating the Bechtel Corporation's performance in fulfilling contractual obligations to restore the water supply in the region. In one village outside of Najaf, I looked on in disbelief as women and children collected water from the bottom of a dirt hole. I was told that, during the daily two-hour period when the power supply was on, a broken pipe at the bottom of the hole brought in "water." This was, in fact, the primary water source for the whole village. Eight village children, I learned, had died trying to cross a nearby highway to obtain potable water from a local factory.

In Iraq things have grown exponentially worse since then. Recently, the World Health Organization announced that 70% of Iraqis do not have access to clean water and 80% "lack effective sanitation."

In the United States I step away from my desk, walk into the kitchen, turn on the tap, and watch as clear, cool water fills my glass. I drink it without once thinking about whether it contains a waterborne disease or will cause kidney stones, diarrhea, cholera, or nausea. But there's no way I can stop myself from thinking about what was – and probably still is – in that literal water hole near Najaf.

I open my pantry and then my refrigerator to make my lunch. I have enough food to last a family several days, and then I remember that there is a 21% rate of chronic malnutrition among children in Iraq, and that, according to UNICEF, about one in 10 Iraqi children under five years of age is underweight.

I have a checking account with money in it; 54% of Iraqis now live on less than $1 a day.

I can travel safely on my bicycle whenever I choose – to the grocery store or a nearby city center. Many Iraqis can travel nowhere without fear of harm. Iraq now ranks as the planet's second most unstable country, according to the 2007 Failed States Index.

These are now my two worlds, my two simultaneous realities. They inhabit the same space inside my head in desperately uncomfortable fashion. Sometimes, I almost settle back into this bubble world of ours, but then another email arrives – either directly from friends and contacts in Iraq or forwarded by friends who have spent time in Iraq – and I remember that I'm an incurably schizophrenic journalist living on some kind of borrowed time in both America and Iraq all at once.

2. Emailing

Here is a fairly typical example of the sorts of anguished letters that suddenly appear in my in-box. (With the exception of the odd comma, I've left the examples that follow just as they arrived. They reflect the stressful conditions under which they were written.) This one was sent to my friend Gerri Haynes from an Iraqi friend of hers:

Dear Gerri:

No words can describe the real terror of what's happening and being committed against the population in Baghdad and other cities: the poor people with no money to leave the country, the disabled old men and women, the wives and children of tens of thousands of detainees who can't leave when their dad is getting tortured in the Democratic Prisons, senior years students who have been caught in a situation that forces them to take their finals to finish their degrees, parents of missing young men who got out and never came back, waiting patiently for someone to knock the door and say, "I am back." There are thousands and thousands of sad stories that need to be told but nobody is there to listen.

I called my cousin in the al-Adhamiya neighborhood of Baghdad to check if they are still alive. She is in her sixties and her husband is about seventy. She burst into tears, begging me to pray to God to take their lives away soon so they don't have to go through all this agony. She told me that, with no electricity, it is impossible to go to sleep when it is 40 degrees Celsius unless they get really tired after midnight. Her husband leaves the doors open because they are afraid that the American and Iraqi troops will bomb the doors if they don't respond from first door knock during searching raids. Leaving the doors open is another terror story after the attack of the troops' vicious dogs on a ten-month old baby, tearing him apart and eating him in the same neighborhood just a few days ago. The troops let the dogs attack civilians. The dogs bite them and terrify the kids with their angry red eyes in the middle of the night. So, as you can see my dear Gerri, we don't have only one Abu Ghraib with torturing dogs, we have thousands of Abu Ghraibs all over Baghdad and other Iraqi cities.

I was speechless. I couldn't say anything to comfort her. I felt ashamed to be alive and well. I thought I should be with them, supporting them, and give them some strength even if it costs me my life. I begged her to leave Baghdad. She told me that she can't because of her pregnant daughter and her grandkids. They are all with them in the house without their dad. I am hearing the same story and worse every single day. We keep asking ourselves what did we do to the Americans to deserve all this cruelness, killing, and brutishness? How can the troops do this to poor, hopeless civilians? And why?

Can anybody answer my cousin why she and her poor family are going through this?? Can you Gerri? Because I sure can't.

In recent weeks I had been attempting to get in touch with one of my friends, a journalist in Baghdad. I'll call him Aziz for his safety. Beginning to worry when I didn't receive his usual prompt response, I sent him a second email and this is what finally came back:

Dear old friend Dahr,

I am so sorry for my late reply. It is because my area of Baghdad was closed for six days and also because I lost my cousin. He was killed by a militia. They tortured and mutilated his body. I will try to send you his picture later.

Just remember me, friend, because I feel so tired these days and I live with this mess now.

With all my respect,

Aziz

Conveying my sadness, I asked him if there was anything I could possibly do to ease his suffering. As a reporter in that besieged country, he is constantly exhausted and overworked. I hesitantly suggested that perhaps he should take a little time to rest. He promptly replied:

Dahr, my old friend,

I really appreciate your condolence message. Your words affected me very much and I feel that all my friends are around me in this hard time. I live with this mess and I do need some rest time as you advise before getting back to work again. BUT, really, I have to continue working because there are just very few journalists in Iraq now, and especially in my area. I have to cover more and more everyday.

Anyway friend, everything will be ok for me. And I wish we can make some change in our world towards peace.

With my respect to you friend, Aziz

I have also been corresponding with "H," who lives in the volatile Diyala province and has been a dear friend since my first trip to Iraq. He would visit me in Baghdad, bringing with him delicious home-cooked meals from his wife, insisting always that I be the one to eat the first morsel.

A deeply religious man, his unfailing greeting, accompanied by a big hug, would always be: "You are my brother."

He was concerned about the perception that there were vast differences between Islam and Christianity. "Islam and Christianity are not so different," he would say, "In fact they have many more similarities than differences." He would often discuss this with U.S. soldiers in his city.

Yet he was no admirer of imperialism. Last summer in Syria, he and I visited the sprawling Roman ruins of Palmyra. One evening, as we stood together overlooking the vast landscape of crumbling columns and sun-bleached walls in the setting sun, he turned to me and said, "Mr. Dahr, please do not be offended by what I want to say, but it makes me happy to see these ruins and remember that empires always fall because empires are never good for most people."

After several weeks when I received no reply to repeated emails, I wrote to "M," a mutual friend, and received the following response:

Habibi [My dear friend],

It has been very long since I have written to you. I'm sorry. I was terribly busy. I have some very bad news. [H] was kidnapped by the members of al-Qaeda in Diyala 25 days ago and there is no news about him up to this moment. It's a horrible situation. One cannot feel safe in this country.

When I pressed him for more information, he wrote me the details:

[H] was kidnapped as he was trying to get home. He was coming to Baquba to visit his parents, as he does every day. His oldest daughter who was with him told him that a car carrying several men was following them from the beginning of the street leading to his parents' home. So, when he stopped to get his car in the garage, they got out of their car covering their faces and asked him to come with them for questioning. People in Diyala definitely know that such a thing means either killing or arresting for few days. You may ask why I'm sure it is al-Qaeda. That is because no other group, including the U.S. military, dominates the whole city like they do.

We are the people of the city and we know the truth. They overwhelmingly dominate the streets and are even stronger than the government. So, there is no doubt about whether this was al-Qaeda or another group. You may ask how people stay away from these very bad people. People never go in places like the central market of Baquba. For this reason, all, and I mean all, the shops are closed; some people have left Diyala, some have been killed, while most are kept in their homes.

If someone wants to go the market, this means a bad adventure. He may be at last found in the morgue. Al-Qaeda fought every group that are called resistance who work against coalition [U.S.] forces or the government (policemen or Iraqi National Guards). Nowadays, there is fighting between al-Qaeda and other [Iraqi resistance] groups like Qataib who are known here as the honest resistance in the streets. By the way, I forgot, when al-Qaeda kidnaps someone, they also take his car in order that the car shall be used by them. So, they took his car, along with him. In case he is released, he comes without his car. I will tell you more later on.

I soon slipped into the frantic routine all too familiar by now to countless Iraqis – scanning the horrible reports of daily violence in Iraq looking for the faintest clue to the whereabouts of my missing friend

3. Murderously Speaking

In McClatchy News' July 5th roundup of daily violence for Diyala, I read:

"A source in the morgue of Baquba general hospital said that the morgue received today a head of a civilian that was thrown near the iron bridge in Baquba Al Jadida neighborhood today morning.

A medical source in Al Miqdadiyah town northeast [of] Baquba city said that 2 bodies of civilians were moved to the hospital of Miqdadiyah. The source said that the first body was of a man who was killed in an IED explosion near his house in Al Mu'alimeen neighborhood in downtown Baquba city while the second body was of a man who was shot dead near his house in Al Ballor neighborhood in downtown Baquba city."

The data for Baghdad that day read:

"24 anonymous bodies were found in Baghdad today. 16 bodies were found in Karkh, the western side of Baghdad in the following neighborhoods (7 bodies in Amil, 3 bodies in Doura, 2 bodies in Ghazaliyah, 1 body in Jihad, 1 body in Amiriyah, 1 body in Khadhraa and 1 body in Mahmoudiyah). 8 bodies were found in Rusafa, the eastern side of Baghdad in the following neighborhoods (6 bodies in Sadr city, 1 body in Husseiniyah and 1 body in Sleikh.)"

What could I possibly hope to find in nameless reports like these, especially when I know that most of the Iraqi dead never make it anywhere near these reports. That is the way it has been throughout the occupation.

On July 8th, M sent me this email:

Habibi,

Up to this moment, I heard that one of my neighbors saw [H's] photo in the morgue but I couldn't make sure yet. Traditionally, when a body is dropped in a street and found by police, they take it to the morgue. The first thing done is to take a photo for the dead person in the computer to let the families know them. This procedure is followed because the number of bodies is tremendously big. For this people cannot see every body to check for their sons or relatives. For this, people see the photos before going to the refrigerator. I will go to the morgue tomorrow.

The next day he wrote yet again:

Habibi,

Today I went to the morgue. I saw horrible things there. I didn't see [H's] photo among them. Some figures cannot be easily recognized because of the blood or the face is terribly deformed. I saw also only heads; those who were slayed, it's unbelievable. Tomorrow, we will have another visit to make sure again. In your country, when somebody wants to go to the morgue, he may naturally see two or, say, three or four bodies. For us, I saw hundreds today. Every month, the municipality buries those who are not recognized by their families because of the capacity of the morgue. Imagine!

In one of H's last emails to me sent soon after his return home from Syria earlier this summer, he described driving out of Baquba one afternoon. Ominously, he wrote:

We left Baquba, which was sinking in a sea of utter chaos, worries, and instability. People there in that small town were scared of being kidnapped, killed, murdered or expelled. The entire security situation over there was deteriorating; getting to the worse.

Now, that passage might be read as his epitaph.

4. Subjectively Speaking

The morning I receive the latest news from M, I crawl back into bed and lie staring at the ceiling, wondering what will become of H's wife and young children, if he is truly dead. Barring a miracle, I assume that will turn out to be the case.

Later, I go for a walk. It's California sunny and the air is pleasantly cool on my skin. I'm aware – as I often am – that I never even consider looking over my shoulder here. I'm also aware that those I pass on my walk don't know that they aren't even considering looking over their shoulders.

The American Heritage Dictionary's second definition of schizophrenia is:

A situation or condition that results from the coexistence of disparate or antagonistic qualities, identities, or activities: the national schizophrenia that results from carrying out an unpopular war [italics theirs].

That's what I'm experiencing – a national schizophrenia that results from our government carrying out an unpopular war. It's what I continue to experience with never lessening sharpness two years after my last trip to Iraq. The hardest thing, in the California sun with that cool breeze on my face, is to know that two realities in two grimly linked countries coexist, and most people in my own country are barely conscious of this.

In Iraq, of course, there is nothing disparate, no disjuncture, only a constant, relentless grinding and suffering, a pervasive condition of tragic hopelessness and despair with no end in sight.

Irak : thousands of stories and no one to listen ?? mission unacomplished and very sad?
Is there a QUESTION here?

IMHO you have violated Y!A guideline Don't #1.

DON'Ts

"1. Use Yahoo! Answers as a soapbox to vent your frustrations, rant, or otherwise violate the question and answer format. If you prefer to have discussions or chat with others, please use one of Yahoo!'s other community services, such as Yahoo! Groups or Yahoo! Messenger Chat Rooms."
Reply:I am really sorry I can not answer your question.

But I would like to say thank you for your eye opening rendition of what is truly happening.

I knew most news report in the UK were mainly propaganda, but I did not know how bad it actually is: what can the ordinary person do to help?

shell flower

When taking children out to a restaurant, cafe or hotel do the catering people think that kids only eat junk?

2010-04-24T05:05:00.001-07:00

Seems all that is on offer is burgers, sausages, fish fingers or chicken nuggets and chips with baked beans offered as a veg. My two year old nephew has never eaten things like this, or packet crisps or biscuits, he eats what we eat, and snacks on fruit. As a baby he never ate meals from a jar either. He has the most wonderful skin, doesn't get coughs or colds, has had NO problem teething, and he sleeps like a dream, he's very happy too, we call him Mr giggles coz he's so happy!

When taking children out to a restaurant, cafe or hotel do the catering people think that kids only eat junk?
Its a disgrace isn't it?

I would never let a child eat one of those fat and additive laden so called kids dinners, I would always ask for a small portion of something else on the menu or just share my food.

This is how children get into appalling eating habits that lead to health problems - maybe Jamie could overhaul eating out as well as school meals?? Jamie's restuarant dinners, could catch on??
Reply:You dont get all this abroad, the kids eat what their parents eat, just smaller sizes, thats how they get into the habits of eating veg and pasta etc. Mind you, in this country the parents are eating junk too, so I suppose that argument is null and void
Reply:Its quite bad isnt it, Ive got a two year old and bless him he ends up having a sandwich when we're out he dosn't even like chicken nuggets/burgers or whatever other deep fried crap they put on kids menus, he refuses them and who can blame him?
Reply:thats so sweet a wish a was more like ur nephew, am a girl though lol but a have nice skin aswell and a eat like lots of junk food
Reply:I have noticed that i must admit although i dont have kids, my partners nephew doesnt eat crap like that either - if he comes out with us i share my meal with him usually vegetables or pasta.
Reply:They are just stereotypical, they think that because burgers and other junk are tasty that they're the only things that kids like. They try to give what will get them the most money. Good for you for feeding your child healthy food, especially in this day and age.

Say hi to Mr. Giggles for me:)
Reply:i used to work in a restaurant and agree with you totally. people could order a small portion of certain meals but they usually cost the same as full price once. there was no kiddies pasta options and in my opinion kids love pasta
Reply:you are so right, the same problem in my country
Reply:My 9 year old isn't a fan of nuggets and burgers and if we go for a pub meal he always has the pasta option followed by fruit. One pub we went to actually sent someone from the kitchen to check that the order was right because my son wanted an apple for his dessert, apparently even though it was on the kids menu, no-one had ever ordered one before !

At my sons school they've spent all year teaching them why it's good to eat healthily and he's really taken it to heart, I'm trying to make my 12 year old was more like that, if it isn't crispy coated he complains !!
Reply:That does seem to be the case I've gotten to where I eat out less with my kids and serve restaurant quality foods at home my kids have the palettes of gourmets. My daughter loves salads while my son is a meat and potatoes type but neither one really eats the burgers or nuggets they get from fast foods just the fries. When we go to a nice place I usually take them to a place that offers sides of broccoli or salads or a spaghetti plate for the kids.
Reply:Well sadly the truth about it is ... most kids only eat junk these days.

Well I think it is brilliant that your nephew is fed properly I only wish the rest of the world would follow suit and do the same.

You will have to take him to perhaps a more organic restaurant to have a meal. Coz these restaurants patronise children with all sorts of junk food.

nai nai xx
Reply:I guess when we go out to eat a restaurant, you will more than likely order something different from the food that you eat at home, because it's a treat or a special occasion, perhaps they feel that kids should be offered foods they don't eat at home?? I'm happy for you that your nephew is so good, and more than likely his diet is a big factor in his health and behaviour, but not every parent is so lucky, I had a friend who brought her child up exactly as you described and he was a total nightmare, it depends on the nature of the child as well.
Reply:I agree totally. When I was growing up there was no junk food in our house and we were frequently taken out to restaurants - part of dad's business perks - and there was none of the junk that we have in there nowadays. If you did not like something, you did not get! Some of the posher restaurants would bend over backwards when my sister's friend would eat nothing but fish fingers. They did not have them (it was a steak house) but they went out of the restaurant, bought some fish, cut it into the right shape and coated with natural breadcrumbs and sauteed. We did wonder if she would eat them because of the colour, and the waiter said that they were special fish fingers which only the Queen's children ate in their nursery. Thankfully she accepted that and ate them without any more ado.

If kids are brought up on convenience food, how are they going to learn? We were brought up natural and apart from the odd dislike, we did not suffer for it!
Reply:You are to be commended.

Unfortunately, society in the UK, and possibly the US as well, does not always take a lot of interest in food and seem to think it de rigeur to respond to advertising, which is frequently aimed at children - hence Ronald McDonald.

I have worked Front of House (waiter) in restaurants, and I am appalled at how little knowledge both parents and children seem to have about food, I'm not talking about noisettes of lamb with a celeriac and potato rosti and vichy carrots - I'm talking about steak. When I have asked a customer whether they would prefer fillet or rump, the reply frequenty is 'anything - it's all steak, innit".

European families all sit down at table, and even the six-year olds know their way around a menu. English kids do not even seem to know what to do with a knife and fork, and whinge and create tantrums if they have to eat adult food. I've seen fifteen year olds sulk because we do not serve our Aberdeen Angus burgers in a bun, and adults have sent back the chips because they are "too fat". One of these days I will lose my rag and tell the parents that the skinny matchsticks they expect are not chips, but, more correctly, pommes de terre allumettes.

I am doing some work for the Institute of Hospitality that combines my experience in catering with my qualification as a Social Scientist - I am looking at the catering industry from this dual perspective. Many writers that I have researched claim that there hase been a revolution in food knowledge in the UK, and this is partially the case - the middle classes are more knowledgeable about food, than, say, ten years ago and also dining skills, and, when I go to France, I am no longer a laughing stock because I am an English chef. There is an ever-widening gulf between the social classes, however (witness the parents who pushed pies and burgers through the school fence as these had been banned from school dinners).

You have done the right thing. Food is something to be appreciated and enjoyed, family mealtimes around a table offer a vehicle for conversation and laughter, and children can enjoy honest food as much as adults. Fast food can be eaten with enjoyment at the right time - say, on a trip to a Theme Park, but any parent who stuffs their kids with high-fat food and does not teach table knowledge and etiquette is putting their child's future at risk. Knowledge of food and etiquette is still a requirement in any job outside of social class V.

Finally, I'm not talking about the Gordon Ramsay class of cuisine - I can cook that sort of stuff if need be. What I am talking about is things like soups, stews, gratin dishes, pasta dishes, fish and fruit. If children can eat this sort of fare, then their health and social future is assured. Well done!
Reply:Yes, they do think kids eat junk food. And the parents think that if a restaurant won't cater to that, they won't even come eat, losing money for the restaurant. I know when my parents took me out, I did not order off the menu for kids. They wanted me to learn about good food. But to appease my customers I had to have a kids menu. You have no idea how many chicken strips I served over the years. I would have been happy to do smaller portions of decent stuff for kids, but they wanted the danged chicken strips!

I'm glad your nephew is growing up with an appreciation for real food.
Reply:i just order an adult meal and dont make him eat all of it, my 3 year old loves his veg

List of cool stuff/things?

2010-04-24T05:05:00.000-07:00

heres a list of some cool things. lemme know if you have anything else to add.

Trees

Dolphins

Books

The Beatles

Dirt roads

Peanut butter

Glow sticks

Hot Guys

Blue skies

Carnival rides

Dogs

TV

Music

Your mom

Beaches

Quarters

Ducks

Strawberries

China

Perfume (the good kind)

Lotion

Smooth skin

Sunsets

Sunrises

Yellow brick roads

Green

Couds

Flowers

Flavored toothpaste

Blogs (the good ones)

Songs

lyrics

magic

borders(the book store)

nail polish

converse/airwalks

pretty colors minus purple

hippos

guitar

ukulele

singing

dancing

parrots

slides

swings

laughing

the moon

grass (the non itchy kind)

hugs

kisses

number lock

laptops

cameras

swearing

foreign counties

candles

posters

Paris and Nicole

rainbows

Running

Stuff that tastes like chicken

Yelling loud

Making friends

revenge

karma

itunes

ipods

cell phones

shoes

boxer shorts

talking

Hold hands

Kiss in the rain

Typing

Skipping

Jumping over poles

Sitting on the road

Flashing cars

reading

Huging trees

Making people smile

Talking

Watching the sun rise

Watching the clouds roll bye

When time stops for that one moment

sunbathing

booma’s house

jewelry

hot Hawaiians

blonde Britt’s

Wednesdays

Lucy

Babies (just cuz they’re cute not cuz were molesters)

Alaska

New York

Africa

Europe

Eurotrip the movie

Blonde moments

Childhood memories

Kleenex

Kissing boo boos to make them feel better

Being sexy

Skinny dipping

“pants”

Italian new Yorkers

Vanilla

Sleeping in till 3 pm

Parties

Disneyland

Big eyes

Black asses

Juicy apples

Pie

The world

Peace

Mr. Wagner

Friends

Bendy straws

That loud Silence you hear every once in a while

Snow

Wind

Williamsberg

Flying

Magazines

people

my silly *****

my fishing buddy

my kinky *****

eva del sol elgato

ponies

luckycharms

stamps

letters

katie couric

harry potter

the queen of England

prince Williams

dirt

emeralds

sapphires

making wishes at 11:11

living the rockstar life

lollipops

thinking

the smell of new partchment

pizza

spegetti

Italian food

The mafia

The color yellow

The eighties

Big hair

Dane cook

Pumkin from flovor of love

Goldie from flavor of love

Spice girls

Pirates

Hawaii

America

The internet

Happy endings

Best friends

Hearts

Stars

Horseshoes

Clovers

Blue moons

Pot of gold

Red ballons

This one boy

Things that are sexy

Poppies

Magic

The number 69

Flashlight

Orange juice

Lava lamps

Rainy days

List of cool stuff/things?
petrified wood, steve mcqueen movies and Mom's homemade pie..........you just said "pie" which is absurd
Reply:Wow. Those are a lot. I dont you I have anything esle left to add
Reply:me!!!!!
Reply:Good Lord! I didn't see the kitchen sink in there.
Reply:You forgot bats, and I totally agree on pizza.
Reply:You forgot my cat and dildos.
Reply:I think you got eveything, did you put love?
Reply:That's a lot of things! Here's some more to add to your list

Yahoo.com

My Chemical Romance

love

comdey movies

tofu with bbq sauce (yum)

Polls %26amp; Surveys

mix cds

rock music

freedom

butterflies

monkies

England

fire

luck

puppies

new shoes

sunglasses

comets

peace

stars

Texas

jumping

fingerless gloves

mexican food (enchilladas rock)

Hollywood Undead

coffee

holidays

daisies

skateboarding

fireworks

swimming

roses

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Reply:mud slides

kissy fish faces

raspberry vanilla body wash

circles

sporks

eatery

clothes

NEBRASKA!

and gooseberries... =]

What is it means seeing Jusis loughing at you, and inviting to set while he was giving a speech.?

2010-04-24T05:04:00.001-07:00

i was like coming from darkness when 2 old men were calling me and telling me hi man where you been MR jusis asking about you i said to them, where is he? they answered, there he is, when i looked at where they pointed, i saw a man in therties, with blck bear, and wearing a brown coverall over, smiling to me, and waving with one of his hands inviting me to come to where he was standing, he was standing beside a short wall, may be halfe Meter high, i came all around him, to side of the wall he was standing, and saw very littil number of men wearing the same clothes he wears, and i set front of him, and he conteued speeking but i heard no thing, but he lookes very strong good loking man not white and not dark skin but realy very handsum.

What is it means seeing Jusis loughing at you, and inviting to set while he was giving a speech.?
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Reply:I need to pee.

Is my assumption of Instant peonage for Americon Born who are of Spanish heritage?

2010-04-24T05:04:00.000-07:00

Mr. President,

The current immigration bill is the worst thing that has ever been proposed for American born persons of Spanish/Indian blood. They will disappear into obscurity and be assimilated into the mass of new immigrants. Anglos will not distinguish between accents and people of similar skin tone. Unless you are a Geraldo you will become a slave to any current good job. If an American of Spanish heritage goes to look for a new job they will be assumed to not speak fluent English, have no education, have no real job skills, and to have come here for a free ride. If they are smart, Americans of this heritage will be pulling all the strings there are to stop this bill. If it passes they become instant peons to the Democratic Party.

Gary Roulston

Hobbs, NM

Is my assumption of Instant peonage for Americon Born who are of Spanish heritage?
yes it looks to me that way if i understand you what has been said is that there is an assumption no one in the u.s of that descent was ever born there or that people know this
Reply:I'm sorry,you have issues. Report It

Reply:For one thing,Puerto Rican is just like being American since Puerto Rico is a COMMONWEALTH of the USA.As far back as I can remember,Anglos could never distinguish between any accent or similar skin tone.I can tell just by your statement of "anyone of Spanish heritage." Latinos come in all shapes,sizes,colors,and ethnic backgrounds.There are Chinese,Japanese,Jewish,Arab,Indian,Lati... also.But of course you wouldn't know that because according to you,we are all peons and all look alike,
Reply:It sounds like another way to say indentured servants...we let you stay, work, pay taxes, live here, pay a fine of $5000, but if you screw up the deal is off? Is that how it should be? No there should be no border to Mexicans...the treaty of Guadalupe Hildalgo says so...Now if other nationalities are crossing our borders through Mexico then there should be more care taken with them...it would seem like easier access for them isthey can just make it here...
Reply:oh shut up, corrupt retired country club republicans posting with young kid avatars, all that immigration junk by republicans is to attempt to distract people away from the Billions bush is spending on this "war" in iraq, of which will never end, but great for bush and his cronies in collusion making a buck off that...complain about that

and the republicans are already terrorized and desperate as it is losing, and they know these low-income immigrants will be voting Democratic, not republican, republicans will go down in the history books as the corrupt losers they are, the only question will be why no action was taken to prosecute bush and his cronies in collusion of corruption

alstroemeria

Getting Bullied by gang member?

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I just moved to this new place full of of gangsters. At school a

gang member in my class uses a rubberband as a slingshot to shoot paper at me. I cant tell the teacher because everybody will call me stitch and my friends wont like me anymore. I cant fight back because his gang will jump me. I try to stay away from him but still shoots folded paper at me when im far away from him and it really really really hurts my skin, He even shot a staple at my forehead while I'm doing classwork and it was stuck, He said he was going to bring a knife to school and stab me and he brought the knife but he caught by mr.johnson the security at lunch and suspended. Now hes back and following me home and punching me and kicking me every afterschool except when he's absent. When I was on my way to my moms car his gang pulled me out and beat the hell out of me with bandana on half their faces and foreheads and ran to the metro, they even tryd to beat my mom up, they said if i tell its gonna hapen again

Getting Bullied by gang member?
By saying that they are actually afraid of you going to the police. It's even more troublesome if they aren't.You can contact the police first, inform them there's such an issue going on, "lure" them out by doing something that somehow "offends" them (to increase the vehemence of their intention to beat e hell outta you, so they'll get caught with a higher penalty and get in jail! Yahoo!) Let them follow you around in school or home when the police got your back. After they've been caught try changing your residence and school as well for they may have their other gang members to take revenge on you. Perhaps this will help you..

God Bless..
Reply:all gang bangers need to be dropped on an island with no food and no matches...let them all figure out how to survive....man they are soo lucky i dont have magic powers,,they would all be gone.
Reply:MOVE AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! seriously whats stopping you and your mom from just picking up and leaving?
Reply:As much as you may hate to, you need to go to an adult you trust, who can get you in contact with someone in law enforcement that specializes in gang violence, etc. If you don't stnd up and speak up, it's just going to get worse for you and many others. I know it's a tough situation, hun. I'll pray for you and I want you to pray too. God bless.
Reply:BULLIES 101:

The thing you have to remember about a bully is that they pick on others to make themselves feel better because deep down inside they feel horrible about themselves.

Gang memeber or not.... you have to tell someone - cause these people need to be stopped. What gives them the right to pick on others? People probably don't say anything because they are afraid of him NOT because they respect him!

Tell a teacher... or tell your mom so she can talk to the teacher...

or better yet.... in the middle of lunch or something go up to him and tell him this:

"Why do you pick on me? Oh wait.... I know why.... cause you have to pick on others to make yourself feel better, right?"

and then see what his reaction is.... if he starts to chase you.... run for the hills!!! haha... jk

I bet my bottom dollar he will be so speachless and he will not even know how to react!
Reply:bullies suck dude..and today's gangstas don't mind killing people. You're gonna have to tell someone other than Yahoo answers. Do you have a dad, uncle, older brother? If not you better come clean with the proper authorities, this fuker isn't going to leave you alone.
Reply:Try to get him expelled. If he's already been suspended for bringing a knife, he'd probably get expelled if it happened again.

Keep reporting him to school security. Report anonymously if you have to, but it would be better if you can find someone in the Administration that you trust. Until that happens, try to lay low and avoid him.
Reply:i would talk to someone about this, this is abuse and you should

not have to put up with this, talk to your parents and then they can]

do something about this since they also try to hurt your mother

as well at assualt and if nothing she can press charged against

them for hurting her.

Are women secretly attracted to violent men?on the surface you would think HeLL NO!,But upon closer inspection

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I never hit a woman,however there have been times when I {like ralph cramdon,i.e.THE hOney mooners}thought it would feel good to send my "alice to the moon!"..truth is I have gone as far as pushing and once i even choked her{4 like 3 seconds}at the climax of a bad argument}.we've been together for 2 years and boy can she get under my skin when she wants to,inspite of my love for her. ...the thing that confuses me is that she seems to..{choosng words carefully}..respond to my "violence" very well.I sometimes wonder if we would ever stop fighting if it wer'nt for me puting my foot down and shoving her around alittle bit!this is what makes me wonder if what women really want is more Ike tuner and less mr.rogers?hence the adage nice guys finish last.whaat do you think?

Are women secretly attracted to violent men?on the surface you would think HeLL NO!,But upon closer inspection
Seriously, you're a ****ing moron.

A ******* ****ing moron.

I can't even believe you would come out here and more or less BRAG about abusing your wife.

"I'm a man...I never hit a woman"

But you've ****ing CHOKED her.

Yeah...you can puff out your chest and strut your **** like a **** in a henhouse. Does abusing her make you feel good?

Does it make you feel more like a man?

You're NOTHING. You have the balls to come out here and say that you believe women LOVE taking abuse from ****holes like you?

Listen dude, you need to take a good hard look at yourself. You are slime...you're nothing better than the **** I scrape off of the bottom of my shoe. Schmegma like you disgust me. Child molesters and wife beaters. REAL men, right?

What the **** is wrong with you? I'm serious...I'd scratch your ****ing eyes out if I ever met you.
Reply:Women "s*** on nice guys, so what are we to think..... Guess I'll just get s*** on again...
Reply:i think that any woman who puts up with bullshit like that or worse and "likes" it has serious problems which require counselling.
Reply:Having survived an abusive relationship, no woman in her right mind would invite, much less enjoy, a physically abusive relationship. I still live with physical pain from my relationship and it was never a turn on or something that was enjoyed.
Reply:I am with you, most women would say I will never be with a man that cheats on me, calls me names, does this and the other. But really we all know a women or two who is in a relationship like that and will stick with it. I wonder about that myself. I believe that we can take so much and we deal with the b.s. that is thrown our way. We all have a breaking point and until we reach it we will continue with whatever situation we are dealing with.
Reply:I'm not even going to front i love it when we fight and then make love itz better some woman just love to break up to make up.itz fake not if he is really on hiting me.
Reply:NO ! WE DO NOT LIKE VIOLENCE ! NO MATTER IF YOU ARE A MAN OR A WOMAN, YOU SHOULD NEVER EVER NEVER, HIT PUNCH,CHOKE,SMACK,BITE,KICK OR ANY OTHER PHYSICAL MEANS, YOU WALK AWAY!! PERIOD. AND IF YOU FEEL YOU CAN NOT WALK AWAY, GO FOR A WALK ANYWAYS! DO NOT DRIVE WHILE STRESSED!AND TO THE ABUSED PARTY,ALWAYS HAVE AN OUT. BECAUSE THE PLACE YOU ARE LIVING,IS MOST LIKELY THE PLACE YOU WILL DIE.PHYSICALLY,MENTALLY, EMOTIONALLY. YOU DESERVE BETTER!
Reply:It sounds like you re women knows which buttons to push. Why she does could be she feels she doesn't get enough attention,

so she settles for the negative kind.

One thing i do know if something isn't done it will get worse.I'm no shrink but i think if you were to ignore her

bu ton pushing,eventually it will stop. Lot's a luck...
Reply:THE ONLY KIND OF WOMEN THAT STAY IN A RELATIONSHIP LIKE THAT IS USUALLY WOMEN,WHO ARE DEPRESSED ALREADY,FOR W/E REASON...LONELY,THINK NO1 CARE ABOUT THEM,AND USUALLY HAVE NOTHING TO MAKE THEM FEEL SECURE,SO THEY STAY.U ARE REALLY AN A55 ANY RELATIONSHIP U HAVE TO EVER IN ANYWAY PUT YOUR HANDS ON SOME1 ISNT WORTH HAVING,WHAT GIVES U THE RIGHT TO DO SO? HOW WOULD U FEEL IF IT WERE UR MOTHER OR SISTER?

What do u think of this comment?

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Well at least your open to others comments!

I personally think that this is politics and nobody is perfect. ESPECIALLY Mr. Obama. Just because I say change every two seconds does not mean anything. He thinks we are dumb enough to fall for his subliminal message of Lies!!

I'm sorry, He just gets under my skin! - He's making this into a black power thing and if we disagree we are racist!!! Haven't we put up with this enough. You should win because you are the most qualified, not because ,, cry me a tear,, you lived a horrible life because you are a black man, and we had slaves a million years ago, so we owe u the world.

What do u think of this comment?
It has always been the plan of racists like Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson to use Racism as a reason for not getting what they want. Some have stated - Oh, but Jackson't wife supports Hillary. But we are not talking about Jackson's wife; Jackson supports Obama, and his son Jesse Jackson , Jr. is the Obama campaign co-chairman. Sharpton refuses to state who he is supporting (might cause a drop in Obama support). With players like this behind the scene - you can bet Black Power will be used to taunt white voters into shame by calling them racists. There are no greater racists on this planet than those Obama associates with and we are judged by the company we keep, even though Obama is trying to keep them hidden.
Reply:cry me a river...
Reply:ONE of the things that a president should have in my opinion is Experience....He doesn't have any...

Maybe in 8 years he can become president but not now...

He's smart, but he still needs experience. (My Opinion)
Reply:They all cry change, every goddam election. Where have you been?
Reply:Obama didn't live a horrible life, what are you talking about?
Reply:I agree. He is absolutely full of crap. I believe that he is a racist, and we cannot have a racist president in this day and age. Carter being a racist and anti-semite is enough of a black eye for recent history. We do not need a KNOWN racist as president.
Reply:Obama has never mentioned slaves. He is against reparitions. And all the candidates are talking change, not just Obama. You are entitled to your on opinion, but you are not entitled to your own set of facts.
Reply:were was the question, isn't it just like if you're against Hillary then your a sexist or against woman, I don't think either one of them should be president, neither should any of the Democratic nominees this year.
Reply:Obama makes me almost as sick as Hillary does.

If these are the best the Dems have to offer,they are in deep trouble.
Reply:ummmmm....Sun...it seems you are a bit off base with your attempt to blacklist Obama as your facts appear to be unfounded...

Nonetheless, and with regards to the rheteric of change, each candidtate is crying the same tale in at least one area of our lives, that's for sure...!

Yet, is not this the very same rheteric all the candidates have been saying for the last six decades...? So then, what has really changed beyond each party seeking self preservation of itself at any cost while leaving the American people far back on their agenda...???

Regardless of who wins this election or what party you choose to vote for...the most important consideration we have is to vote for is for the party that create jobs...

Historically, the Pub's answer to fix a slowing economy is to offer a tax break beneficial to the lower income while the almighty rich benefit more from it than do the lower income. And, doing so plunges our national debt further into negative figures...a price we still will have to pay for in taxes...

Historically, the Dems create jobs as their first major agenda item and other issues, be they good or bad or simply leftovers from the previous president, they come later...jobs come first...!

I am an Independent and will vote for the party creating jobs as my first interest... I cannot pay my expenses if I am not working and a $300.00 government handout will not keep me out of debt either...

As for Obama getting under your skin, it's your privilege to feel so, yes, but if you feel "reputation" (including race) so strongly then perhaps you should research Hillary behind the scenes and you would quickly be glad to cast this woman away, I assure you...

I do respect your "personal" opinion, Sun, but feel you are missing some very important details...

Vote wisely...
Reply:Obama is having trouble keeping his faith connections in

order. First he had Muslin training than Trinity Christian

training. I agree he is using his black background for gaining

power to win. You are right that the ideal candidate should

be concerned with the good of our country. Also Obama has

not had any experience with foreign politics. I think America

is having difficulty deciding which candidate should be

followed and voted for. No one has stepped up to bat that

has excited the voters as the right choice. I still believe a

dark horse could still come forward that would do the job

that America needs.

Would an unprotected person subjected to the vacuum of space actually inflate and or explode?

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In the James Bond movie "Live and Let Die", the Mr. Big character swallows a gas expelling bullet. I know this was just a special effect, but can a vacuum actually cause this type of body or skin expansion.

Would an unprotected person subjected to the vacuum of space actually inflate and or explode?
Not like a balloon. The body would swell up probably to about twice its volume. This is due to the evaporation pressure of water inside the cells, causing them to expand. This process would not be immediate, though. I think it would take a couple of hours.
Reply:Try it and let us know the results. I expect a full report in the morning. Just go borrow a few vacuum cleaners and get about a 75 gallon supersized trash bag.........
Reply:Probably rupture not explode. Space is a vacuum. You have blood pressure that pushes against air pressure. Eliminate air pressure and it would be like a tire tube bursting that pushes beyond its outer shell.

Not a pretty picture.

That is if you don't fry or freeze as well as suffocate at the same time.
Reply:Neither.

Contrary to popular belief, a person suddenly exposed unprotected to space would not explode, freeze to death (space may be cold, but it's mostly vacuum and the main temperature concern for astronauts is how to get rid of body heat), or die from boiling blood. It would take a short while to die by asphyxiation (suffocation).

Air would immediately leave the lungs due to the enormous pressure difference. Any oxygen dissolved in the blood would empty into the lungs to try to equalize the partial pressure. Once the deoxygenated blood arrived at the brain, death would quickly follow. Water vapor would also rapidly evaporate off from exposed areas such as the lungs, cornea of the eye and mouth, cooling the body.

elephant foot

What's you opinon on this list of greatest guitar solos?

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My favorite is Comfortably Numb

1. "Stairway to Heaven" Jimmy Page, Led Zepplin (Zepplin IV)

2. "Eruption" Eddie Van Halen, Van Halen (Van Halen)

3. "Free Bird" Allen Collins, Gary Rossington, Lynrd Skynrd (Pronounced Leh-nerd Skin-nerd)

4. "Comfortably Numb" David Gilmour, Pink Floyd {The Wall)

5. "All Along The Watchtower" Jimi Hendrix, The Jimi Hendrix Experience (Electric Ladyland)

6. "November Rain" Slash, Guns n' Roses (Use Your Illusion I)

7. "One" Kirk Hammet, Metallica (...And Justice For All)

8. "Hotel California" Don Felder, Joe Walsh, The Eagles (Hotel California)

9. "Crazy Train" Randy Rhodes, Ozzy Osbourne (Blizzard of Ozz)

10. "Crossroads" Eric Clapton, Cream (Wheels of Fire)

11. "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" Jimi Hendrix, The J.H. Experience (Electric Ladyland)

12. "Johnny B. Goode" Chuck Berry, Chuck Berry (His Best, Volume One)

13. "Texas Flood" Stevie Ray Vaughan, Stevie Ray Vaughan (Texas Flood)

14. "Layla" Eric Clapton, Duane Allman, Derek and the Dominos (Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs)

15. "Floods" Dimebag Darrell, Pantera (The Great Southern Trendkill)

16. "Heartbreaker" Jimmy Page, Led Zepplin (Led Zepplin II)

17. "Cliffs of Dover" Eric Johnson, Eric Johnson (Ah Via Musicom)

18. "Little Wing" Jimi Hendrix, The J.H. Experience (Axis: Bold as Love)

19. "Highway Star" Ritchie Blackmore, Deep Purple (Machine Head)

20. "Bohemian Rhapsody" Brian May, Queen (A NIght at the Opera)

21. "Time" David Gilmour, Pink Floyd (Dark Side of the Moon)

22. "Sultans of Swing" Mark Knopfler, Dire Straights (Dire Straights)

23. "Bulls on Parade" Tom Morello, Rage Against the Machine (Evil Empire)

24. "Fade to Black" Kirk Hammett, Metallica (Ride the Lightning)

25. "Aqua Lung" Martin Barre, Jethro Tull (Aqualung)

26. "Smells Like Teen Spirit" Kurt Cobain, Nirvana (Nevermind)

27. "Pride and Joy" Stevie Ray Vaughan, Stevie Ray Vaughan (Texas Flood)

28. "Mr. Crowley" Randy Rhodes, Ozzy Osbourne (Blizzard of Ozz)

29. "For the Love of God" Steve Vai, Steve Vai (Passion %26amp; Warfare)

30. "Surfing with the Alien" Joe Satriani, Joe Satriani (Surfing with the Alien)

31. "Stranglehold" Ted Nugent, Ted Nugent (Ted Nugent)

32. "Machine Gun" Jimi Hendrix, Jimi Hendrix (Band of Gypsys)

33. "The Thrill is Gone" B.B. King, B.B. King (Completely Well)

34. "Paranoid Android" Johnny Greenwood, Radiohead (OK Computer)

35. "Cemetary Gates" Dimbag Darrell, Pantera (Cowboys from Hell)

36. "Black Star" Yngwie Malmsteen, Yngwie Malmsteen (Rising Force)

37. "Sweet Child o' Mine" Slash, Guns n' Roses (Appetite for Destruction)

38. "Whole Lotta Love" Jimmy Page, Led Zepplin (Led Zepplin II)

39. "Cortez the Killer" Neil Young, Neil Young (Zuma)

40. "Reelin' in the Years" Elliott Randall, Steely Dan (Can't Buy a Thrill)

41. "Brighton Rock" Brian May, Queen (Sheer Heart Attack)

42. "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" Eric Clapton, The Beatles (The Beatles)

43. "Sharp Dressed Man" Billy Gibbons, ZZ Top (Eliminator)

44. "Alive" Mike McCready, Pearl Jam (Ten)

45. "Light My Fire" Robby Krieger, The Doors (The Doors)

46. "Hot For Teacher" Eddie Van Halen, Van Halen (1984)

47. "Jessica" Dickey Betts, The Allman Brothers Band (Brothers and Sisters)

48. "Sympathy for the Devil" Keith Richards, The Rolling Stones (Beggar's Banquet)

49. "Europa" Carlos Santana, Carlos Santana (Amigos)

50. "Shock Me" Ace Frehley, Kiss (Alive II)

51. "Master of Puppets" Kirk Hammett, Metallica (Master of Puppets)

52. "Star Spangled Banner" Jimi Hendrix, Jimi Hendrix (The Ultimate Experience)

53. "Since I've Been Loving You" Jimmy Page, Led Zepplin (Led Zepplin III)

54. "Geek USA" Billy Corgan, Smashing Pumpkins (Siamese Dream)

55. "Satch Boogie" Joe Satriani, Joe Satriani (Surfing with the Alien)

56. "War Pigs" Tony Iommi, Black Sabboth (Paranoid)

57. "Walk" Dimebag Darrell, Pantera (Vulgar Display of Power)

58. "Cocaine" Eric Clapton, Eric Clapton (Slowhand)

59. "You Really Got Me" Dave Davies, The Kinks (The Best of The Kinks, Vol. 1)

60. "Zoot Allures" Frank Zappa, Frank Zappa (Zoot Allures)

61. "No More Tears" Zakk Wyld, Ozzy Osbourne (No More Tears)

62. "Money" David Gilmour, Pink Floyd (Dark Side of the Moon)

63. "Black Hole Sun" Kim Thayil, Soundgarden (Superunknown)

64. "Little Red Corvette" Prince, Prince (1999)

65. "In Bloom" Kurt Cobain, Nirvana (Nevermind)

66. "Blue Sky" Duane Allman %26amp; Dickey Betts, The Allman Brothers Band (Eat a Peach)

67. "Beat It" Eddie Van Halen, Michael Jackson (Thriller)

68. "Starship Troopers" Steve Howe, Yes (The Yes Album)

69. "And Your Bird Can Sing" George Harrison, The Beatles (Revolver)

70. "Purple Haze" Jimi Hendrix, Jimi Hendrix (Are you Experienced?)

71. "Maggot Brain" Eddie Hazel, Funkadelic (Maggot Brain)

72. "Walk This Way" Joe Perry, Aerosmith (Toys in the Attick)

73. "Stash" Trey Anastasio, Phish (Picture of Nectar)

74. "Lazy" Richie Blackmore, Deep Purple (Machine Head)

75. "Wont Get Fooled Again" Pete Townshend, The Who (Who's Next?)

76. "Cinnamon Girl" Neil Young, Neil Young %26amp; Crazy Horse (Everybody Knows This is Nowhere)

77. "Man in the Box" Jerryt Cantrell, Alice in Chains (Facelift)

78. "Truckin'" Jerry Garcia, Grateful Dead (American Beauty)

79. "Mean Street" Eddie Van Halen, Van Halen (Fair Warning)

80.. "You Shook Me All night Long" Angus Young, AC/DC (Back in Black)

81. "Sweet Jane" Steve Hunter%26amp; Dick Wagner, Lou Reed (Rock %26amp; Roll Animal)

82. "21st Century Schizoid Man" Robert Fripp, King Crimson (In the Court of the Crimson King)

83. "Scuttle Buttin'" Stevie Ray Vaughan, Stevie Ray Vaughan (Couldn't Stand the Weather)

84. "Santeria" Brad Nowell, Sublime (Sublime)

85. "Moonage Daydream" Mick Ronson, David Bowie (The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust)

86. "Whipping Post" Duane Allman %26amp; Dickey Betts, The Allman Brothers Band (At Fillmore East)

87. "Cult of Personality" Vernon Reid, Living Colour (Vivid)

88. "Kid Charlemagne" Denny Dias, Steely Dan (The Royal Scam)

89. "Killing in the Name of" Tom Morello, Rage Against the Machine (Rage Against the machine)

90. "Let it Rain" Eric Clapton, Eric Clapton (Eric Clapton)

91. "Heard it through the Grapevine" John Fogerty, Creedence Clearwater Revival (Cosmo's Factory)

92. "Stray Cat Strut" Brian Setzer, Stray Cats (Built for speed)

93. "The End" Robby Krieger, The Doors (The Doors)

94. "Working Man" Alex Lifeson, Rush (Rush)

95. "Yellow Ledbetter" Mike McCready, Pearl Jam (Jeremy{UK})

96. "Honkey Tonk Women" Keith Richards, The Rolling Stones (Hot Rocks 1964)

97. "Cherub Rock" Billy Corgan, Smashing Pumpkins

98. "Under a Glass Moon" John Petrucci, Dream Theatre (Images %26amp; Words

99. "Cause We;ve Ended as Lovers" Jeff Beck, Jeff Beck (Blow by Blow)

100. "Three Days" Dave Navarro, Jane's Addiction (Ritual de lo Hibitual)

What's you opinon on this list of greatest guitar solos?
Really good list. I've always liked the solo in One by Metallica. Stairway to Heaven is always a shoo-in for #1. I think Voodoo Child should be higher though.
Reply:There's some great ones on there,

But Kurt Cobain should NOT be anywhere on that list.

He couldn't play worth a ****.

Other than that, it sounds like a politically correct classic rock who's who of guitar solos.
Reply:Omg, that's pretty awesome! thanks for sharing.

How Many People Are Sick Of These Over Reactions To Recent "Racial" Events And Especially Al Sharpton

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Mr. Sharpton I invite you to debate with me about why you have no purpose anymore and hopefully you'll work on getting black people to stop blaming other people for their bad decisions and life. I'm also sick of qualifying every statement i make to please people who love to attack every generalization so they can exclude themselves from the list of offenders. Really look at yourself and realize you are contributing to the problem too in some way either by action or inaction. Either way as a white person I have to turn my back and stop listening and caring about these petty problems. If mexican people can come here and not know any english and prosper then the same should be expected of every other group of people in this country. I don't feel like I have to accept black culture if that culture has huge aspects of it that are demented and anti productive. If you act like a punk and talk like a punk you're a punk regardless of skin color. Read some books and reduce your punks.

How Many People Are Sick Of These Over Reactions To Recent "Racial" Events And Especially Al Sharpton
Well, i m not sure whats ur question John O but i support every single word of ur opinion. I m not blacnk but i also have the same kind of view as urs. And people like us should keep forward about issues like these.
Reply:Sure a shame isn't it. I can't even call a spade a spade without someone taking issue. A shovel and spade are not the same.

It is like measles so if one gets it the others most likely will to. Now it is the fashion to take issue with anyone of fame that may possibly have said something that in the remotest way could be racist.

I am racist and I know it. All of you are too and will not admit it. If you do not think you are then the next time you see someone of another colcur be sure to think about your first reaction. We all react to others no matter what or where we or they are. It is what you do about your reactions.
Reply:First of all let me start out by saying that I am a 27 year old African American. I have a Bachelors degree and I am currently striving towards my Masters Degree. Therefore, I think I would have read a few books as you say. My question is whether or not you have read any books. This is questionable only because you have referred to "black culture" as having huge aspects that are demented and anti-productive. There are many things that you do and use on a daily basis that would not be possible had it not been for an invention or achievement made by an African American. I would like to challenge you right now to go to the website at the bottom of my posting and read about the so called "anti productive" culture you referred to in your posting. If you scroll down towards the bottom of the webpage there are charts that list the names of African Americans and their achievements.

Your opinion on civil rights leaders such as Al Sharpton are misplaced as well. While I agree with you about the fact anyone with enough drive can achieve their dreams, I have to disagree with you on the issue of whether or not there is a need for people such as Mr. Sharpton. Everyone in this world is not prejudice. However, there are a lot of people out there who still are prejudice. So the need for our civil rights activists still exists. However, in recognizing the fact that America has come a long way in the area of race relations, I would have to say that the need for such civil rights leaders is not as great.
Reply:It's not healthy for our youth to observe people that don't get their way and protest and through fits and get their way! Kids would be in "time out"!! I'm Native American and chaps my butt for these people to pull the card!

Does this sound "crazy" to you..? and why..?

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Oil is Not for burning...

Over years of research, I managed to remove my ceilings to thought processing... after solving the mental and emotional peaks of seven NDE's...

In a search to determine new engines, I stumbled into a mind branch tip, that panned out to be a liquid electricity emitter... Study of the device in my mind's lab, I discovered a steady flow of regulated liquid electricity will open the bonds of an inert element, in a Pyrex lab manufactures assembly... in which a chemical-salt in an inert gas atmosphere is bathed with liquid electricity... thereby cracking the bonds of the inert element molecule, forming an active inert element salt, to mix with the millions of chemicals we have...

Further research suggests this process holds the potential of creating approx. 200-million immediately-useful new compounds...

Neon citrate, ingested in barely visible quantity will cause the average mammal to spontaneously orgasm in their pants where they stand, sit, or lay... This item will destroy the disease in the illicit sex trade, and give our cultures a chance to heal out the STD plagues... and even real old folks will be getting their orgasmic jollies too...

If Mr. John Lennon were around for this, I'm sure he would consider salting a large quantity of the stuff in parliament's drinking water...

The liquid electricity emitter's raw output is a dirty-pink stationary light-cloud... which evolves into 4-D TV, and into the cinema special effects breakthroughs for the next 500-years... Filmable synthetic actors, restricted only by a lack of imagination... This technology holds the potential to create hologram spaceships, and much more than there is words for....

A little further research, this toy evolves into an engine that will obsolete fire as a power source... Fire will become illegal... The atmosphere will have the opportunity to self-heal...

This plazma engine will power all our vehicles, including moon and mars capable consumer RV's... and will provide mankind with the basic means to populate other planets, in other solar systems...

This engine evolved to tools and weaponry, will do things like, "write a poem on a lunar cliff face from earth... and drill a meter diameter hole 20-miles into the earth's crust, for us to plant magma batteries, which crystallize into crystallines, with hardnesses 14 to 28 on the Mho's scale... Thereby revolutionizing several industries: optics, bearings, abrasives, weaponry, and pretty much every industry in many ways...

This is what our Species has been searching for... I found it, but it seems no one can even begin to fathom any of it... I tell 'em some of it.. and they label everything they can't fathom as "crazy"... HaH!.. they ought to see themselves from my vantage... they'd cry...

Years ago I attempted to detail the workings of the basic plazma engine, to a nuclear physicist... 60-seconds into the description, he dropped his chin, turned pale, attempted to speak, accused me of "talking in the forth dimension, attempted to stand, walked three paces, and fell flat on his face...

The usual reaction I get when mentioning any of this, in various forums, is flame and barrages mindless insults, and varying religious, physiological, and political battles with aggressive mindless people...

I defend myself well against slanderous attacks, which has resulted in me being banned from several forums, and scientific communities...

Please! Lets make this a constructive thread... None of that flame and bullying... If your words (posts) are meant to sting, that's bullying...

I know I'm "crazy" about this stuff, and that I need $help, and that I'm "this", and that I'm "that", in your megre opinions... I've heard it all before, repeatedly, in various world forums, and other idiot-class sources... and from the mindless scientific community, that can't even grasp the first minute of this technology... It's the same poweful great "wall" of fear and insanity that all the ancient greats were confronted by... I.E.: It's what trashed Tesla's lab after he plugged a light-bulb into the ground...

It's what ridiculed Flemming for inventing penicillin, and for claiming that "tiny invisible bugs are the cause of disease"... So the medical scientific community tried to destroy Flemming and his family, as they continued their tapping wounds with filthy turkey feathers dipped in alcohol and various brightly colored rock powders, to "frighten disease away"...

It's that Dam Wall... I just can't see light through it... Does anybody know of a secret entry point through this Race's mindless insanity levels, how a great scientist can build new technologies, to give this Race more...?

You stifle me more than you assist me... HeLL!.. You only stifle me from giving you what you need.. Are you all nuts?..

Point is, with those new chemicals, we can grow synthetic replacement organs and tissues... Perfect androids will become a reality... We will be wearing our PC's on our forearms, as skin grafts, fed by inerts added to the blood... Computers that grow their own programs...

My gentle roommate, reading over my shoulder as I key, says n a soft voice, "They're not ready for you yet... You best just forget it! You're just too far ahead of your time. Now come back to bedp; I've got something new to try out on you."...

I clicked the PC Off...

I just need the use of a lab, so you can pilot your own toys to Mars and back, and to give you what will boost life expectancy to near 300, and eventually to our 700 peak max....

Anybody have any links to an idle state of the art laser lab/lapidary safe-lab..?

Does this sound "crazy" to you..? and why..?
That's quite amazing, I've been thinking along the same lines myself. Nurse...... could you loosen my jacket a little? Ah, That's better!
Reply:Ermm yeh absolutly, quite simply because i dont have a clue what any of that means and i went crazy after seeing the size of the question. And yes i have an idle state of the art laserlab in my back garden.. Wanna come round and play... hhmmmm.
Reply:Porton Down if your in the UK. It has always been a highly secret classified installation

http://www.dstl.gov.uk/

They are light years ahead of anything else in all forms of scientific research. If anyone can make your dream real, they can.
Reply:my horse would love the idea..
Reply:Give me some Neon Citrate - quick !!
Reply:Too much Isaac Asimov, or Harry Potter...!
Reply:Your on LSD

Anybody up for military humor this morning?

2010-04-24T04:59:00.001-07:00

Most of you have probably read all of these, but they still bring a smile to my face.

Aim towards the enemy. - Instruction printed on US Rocket Launcher

You don't win a war by dying for your country. You win a war by making the other son-of-a-***** die for his. - General Patton

When the pin is pulled, mr. Grenade is not our friend. -US Marine Corps

If it's stupid but works, it isn't stupid.

Cluster bombing from b-52s is very, very accurate. The bombs are guaranteed to always hit the ground. - U.S.A.F. Armament Group

The difficult we do immediately. The impossible takes a little while longer. - U.S. Navy Seabees

If the enemy is in range, so are you. - Infantry Journal

Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword obviously never encountered automatic weapons!

A slipping gear could let your m203 grenade launcher fire when you least expect it. That would make you quite unpopular in what's left of your unit. - Army's magazine of prevention maintenance

When in doubt empty the magazine.

It is generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just bombed - US. Air Force manual

If God had meant for us to be in the Army, we would have been born with green, baggy skin.

It is generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just bombed. - U.S. Army Ordnance

Try to look unimportant, they may be low on ammo.

Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid. - Col. David Hackworth

You, you, and you: Panic. The rest of you, come with me.

If your attack is going too well, you're walking into an ambush. - Infantry Journal

Odd objects attract fire - never lurk behind one.

Any ship can be a minesweeper....once. - Anonymous

Incoming fire has the right of way.

Never tell the platoon sergeant you have nothing to do. - Unknown Marine Recruit

Don't look conspicuous: it draws fire.

Don't draw fire; it irritates the people around you. - Infantry Journal

Tracers work both ways.

If you see a bomb technician running, try to keep up with him. - U.S.A.F. Armament Group

Five second fuses only last three seconds.

Who cares if a laser guided 500 lb bomb is accurate to within 9 feet?

The easy way is always mined.

Don't ever be the first, don't ever be the last and don't ever volunteer to do anything.

Never share a fox hole with anyone braver than you.

Never trust a private with a loaded weapon, or an officer with a map.

If you can't remember, the Claymore is pointed towards you.

Teamwork is essential; it gives the enemy someone else to shoot at.

Push to test... Release to detonate.

Those who beat their swords into plowshares will plow for those who don't.

There is no such thing as an atheist in a foxhole.

No combat ready unit has ever passed inspection.

Make it too tough for the enemy to get in and you can't get out.

The more you sweat in peace, the less you bleed in war.

The enemy invariably attacks on one of two occasions: 1. When you're ready for them. 2. When you're not ready for them.

Combat will occur on the ground between two adjoining maps.

Friendly fire - isn't.

Sometimes I think war is God's way of teaching us geography. - Paul Rodriguez

The side with the simplest uniforms wins.

When you're short of everything but the enemy, you're in combat.

Mines are equal opportunity weapons.

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction.

If you find yourself in a fair fight you didn't plan your mission properly!

Anybody up for military humor this morning?
Lol, thats some funny ****. All so true.
Reply:Good stuff!
Reply:Got bored after the first 5. Too long. And the first one is printed on a claymore landmine not a rocket launcher.
Reply:I laughed until the tears ran out!
Reply:You need to get " In Country " Flying Fish Records

Then play: " Friendly FAC and Green Beret ". Now THAT is funny!

( sung to the tune " Wreck of the ol 97 " )

Friendly FAC, friendly FAC, this is Green Beret

We see you flying high above, out of danger's way.

If you can spare a moment to help your fellow man,

I wish you'd try to find me, and tell me where I am.

Green Beret, oh, Green Beret, this is your friendly FAC

You see me flying overhead while you're still in the sack.

But still I'll try to find you, and set you people straight

But hurry, 'cause it's steak night, and I don't want to be late.

Friendly FAC, friendly FAC, this is Green Beret

We appreciate your helping send us on our way;

But I really wish you'd think of danger on the ground

Tromping through the jungle, while you just FAC around.

Green Beret, oh, Green Beret, this is your friendly FAC

If you no longer need me, I'm gonna head on back;

I'll settle for a souvenir, whatever you can bag

An AK-47 or a bloodstained VC flag.

Friendly FAC, oh friendly FAC, we've just come under fire!

And if you cannot help us, we'll join the angel's choir.

Automatic weapons, we're really getting hit

So hurry with the fighters, 'cause we are in deep ****!

Green Beret, you were cut out, I read you "numbah ten,"

The C Team's telling dirty jokes, so please transmit again;

You've got Charlie cornered? Please don't let him get away

I've sent a call for fighters, but it may take all day.

Friendly FAC, oh friendly FAC, please get your finger out,

We've tangled with a regiment, of that there is no no doubt;

If you can get us out of Charlie's fearful deadly grip

We'll give you FACs a grateful square in our comic strip.

Green Beret, oh, Green Beret, this is your friendly FAC

Let me take some photographs, in case you don't get back.

Turn this way a little. Hold it. That's the style.

You're on Candid Camera, so let me see you smile.

Green Beret! Hey, Green Beret! They're shooting at this FAC!

I hear the bullets whistling by, I hear the rifles' crack.

I'm missing my siesta; I need a taste of rum,

If you no longer need me, I think I'll head for home.

Oh, thank God! Our fighters now are circling overhead

Charlie's going to wish that he had stayed at home in bed.

He's going to meet his maker in the Land that is to be

We're going to blow his body up and set his spirit free.

Friendly FAC and fighters, I hope you see our smoke;

That first strike came too close to us, it really was no joke!

Green Beret, we're holding high. The FAC, he got it wrong

He thought that you were marking the position of the Cong.

Fighters, this is friendly FAC, please hold it high and dry,

We can get this straightened out, if we all really try.

It really doesn't matter if I mark the friend or foe

'Cause you can't hit a cows rear end, no matter where you go.

Fighters, you're cleared in again, just do the best you can

The situation's all fouled up, beyond the help of man.

Just bomb the general area, and when the smoke clears out,

Well, we'll just count the bodies, and let God sort 'em out.

Now most of us are safe at home, we beat the dreaded Cong,

We simply let it all hang out, to help the war along.

Friendly FAC and fighters will always save the day,

Killing off the Charlies, to the last damned Green Beret.

Note: FAC is Forward Air Controller, the airborne observer who controls supporting fire for a unit in the field.

Recorded on In Country
Reply:haha not bad
Reply:HAHA
Reply:thats great
Reply:What's so damn funny about killing people! I really don't see the humor in it! Only insane people think killing other people is funny! Do you think it's funny?
Reply:those were great made me laugh!

agave

So a man and his dog are hunting in the jungle...?

2010-04-24T04:59:00.000-07:00

A man and his dog are hunting in the jungles of the Amazon. Somehow, the dog gets separated from his master, and is soon quite lost. He wanders around aimlessly, until out of the corner of his eye, he spots a vicious looking jaguar sneaking up on him. Thinking quickly, the dog spots a pile of bones on the ground nearby, and starts chomping on them. "Mmmmmm," he says to himself. "Nothing hits the spot better than a Jaguar for breakfast." The jaguar freezes, shocked at this sight, and slinks away. A monkey happened to observe the whole thing from atop a tree, and hoping to get in the jaguar's good graces, chases him down. "Mr. Jaguar," he says. "The dog has fooled you! He wasn't really eating a jaguar, he was only trying to save his skin!" The jaguar smiles. "Thank you, my friend. Hop on my back and we'll go make short work of him." Soon, they find the dog again, but he spots them a second time. Again thinking quickly, he says "Now where is that monkey, he was supposed to

So a man and his dog are hunting in the jungle...?
Heh, very good joke!

It made my day, ;D

STAR FOR YOU ! ^^
Reply:LMAO LMAO LMAO

***star *** for ya!!

loved it
Reply:That is cute....
Reply:lmfao!! pmsl!!

lov it!

keep it up!

*STAR*
Reply:bring me back another jaguar for lunch. and then i will go find my master (yeh, what became of the hunter. this is confusing.)

okay you have a good joke for your act. you get the gold star. and me? nothing. so i am sad again. ha! on me.
Reply:haha i gonna star it
Reply:that is very funny love it
Reply:i just died a little...in a bad way
Reply:Good ONE!!!

i love those clever kind!
Reply:lol love it...

a smart dog!!

ill give you a star for this

lmao
Reply:lol nice.
Reply:ha! very clever!!
Reply:lol i can see why dogs man's best friend

3 Roses ( old'un , but still good )?

2010-04-24T04:58:00.001-07:00

A woman , having had a few kids, decides to have the excess skin around her pus*y removed, and goes into hospital for the op ! She asks the Surgeon to keep it very discreet as it is of a very personal nature.

On awaking , she finds three roses on the bed and asks the Surgeon where they came from as no one was to know of the op !

" Don't worry," , says the Surgeon, " the first one is from me as you were the model patient. The second is from your husband who cannot wait to see the finished result. "

" And the third " ? asks the woman. " Thats from Mr Brown in the Burns Unit, replies the Surgeon, " thanking you for his new ears " !

3 Roses ( old'un , but still good )?
i love that joke i havent heard it in a long time cheers for the laugh!!!
Reply:good old jokes lol
Reply:*giggles funny joke!
Reply:mr Brown will hear nasty stuff
Reply:yes i do like that 1
Reply:Eww! Not sure if I'm happy or sorry for Mr Brown.

But that was funny!
Reply:cool
Reply:havent heard that one before nice
Reply:lol nice
Reply:hahahaha
Reply:i've heard this too many times
Reply:you are hillerious!! keep em coming

Scared out of my mind..?

2010-04-24T04:58:00.000-07:00

i read somewhere on here that using a magic eraser (mr. clean) culd get self tanner off.. .soo i tried it just now n it worked but wen it got done i read that if it is used on skin it will most likely cause an abrasion.. is this so? has any1 used it b4 on self tanner?? cuz now im scared i will get one..

Scared out of my mind..?
You would have noticed an abrasion right away as it's tiny little tears in the skin that can bleed.

It won't pop up later.

You're okay.

Im meeting my Boyfriends parents...?

2010-04-24T04:57:00.001-07:00

im meeting my boyfriends parents and grandparents fo rthe first time. we're going to a restaurant and it will be me my bf some of our friends and his parents and grandparents... im wearing black dress pants, a white/beige short sleeve sweater type top, and a black belt, and also a pair of black patent leather wedges. how does that sound? shud i chang something about this outfit? i feel if i wear heels they'll think im like a whore-y or something, but i dont wanna wear flats cuz im very short and i dont wanna be too short cuz my pants are long and with the heels it looks good. im going to straighten my hair and wear a nice pair of earrings also. im not showing too much skin, no boobs are out lol. if there is anything i shud change about this out fit please say so cuz i only have 4 days to put this all together.. i spent alot of money on this outfit i need to know lol. also what should i call them? by their first names or Mr. and Mrs.? THANKS ALOT PPL!

Im meeting my Boyfriends parents...?
just relax.....wear what you feel is best for you

snake plant

Has Father God given you hints of what He looks like?

2010-04-24T04:57:00.000-07:00

He has just spoke to me and gave me clues to what Father God looks like. He has a muscle arm but peaking through the bright cloud is also muscle chest. Not breasts. His skin is shiny brass/bronze. And another example of the vision, was further away %26amp; God winked at me with bright shimering of the essense and sparkle wink.

The Father is a nurturing Father, but doesn't have milk in His breast. They are just muscle, like Mr. Flex. The Holy Spirit is the nurturing milk.

I feel sooo blessed right now.

Has Father God given you hints of what He looks like?
John 4:24 - "God is a spirit, and they that worship Him must worship him in spirit and in TRUTH." You have been grossly deceived! God has no form like we have.

Remember that the scripture warns clearly that Satan himself can appear as an angel of light. Demons love to provide any false visions they can to produce a God for you that you like.

Every vision must be tested by scripture. If it doesn't stand the test it is false no matter how pleasing it may seem to you.

You also are a spirit being but you are temporarily living in a house of flesh. One day your spirit will leave that house and it will drop over because there will be no life in it to keep it going. That is why the Bible says we are made in the image of God. It is a spiritual image - not a physical one.

If a million people saw your vision and it was not in line with scripture it would be a false vision much like the so-called appearances of Mary and the saints. The only people who are coming back from Bible times are the two prophets in the book of Revelation in the end times and Jesus when He returns to take away His people. There are no proof texts in scripture to prove anything else.
Reply:umm...okay good for you....God looks like us maybe, since we were made in his image
Reply:I see it in the mirror everyday.
Reply:im quite sure your parents are brother %26amp; sister!!!
Reply:WHY DOES IT MATTER!!!!!!!!!!
Reply:I've seen him. He is the little flea I just flicked off my hand.
Reply:The Holy Spirit is milk?!? I always thought that he was coconut juice?
Reply:god is a spirit, otherwise you'd have gods picture.
Reply:Get the straight jacket and padded room ready.
Reply:I don't know whether to take you seriously or if you are trying to be sarcastic. But, I will leave that to the Mighty Father to handle.
Reply:you sound extremely high right now.
Reply:That fool looks exactly like me.
Reply:All I know about what he looks like is that God has no beginning and no end.
Reply:You dont sound believable. If truely did get a revelation from god which i know some people have such as Mary K. Baxter, then that is truely a blessing. But i dont believe you and you sound like a 6year old kid.
Reply:I don't know about the father, but I know that Jesus looks a lot like you. We are to see Christ in each person. If I want to see Jesus all I have to do is look at my neighbor.

Can we trust a Clinton?

2010-04-24T04:56:00.002-07:00

Liars, Inc.

David Geffen has reminded folks what it was like when the Clintons were in the White House.

By Larry Kudlow

Whatever the mighty Clinton spin machine is saying about the front-page catfight between Hillary, Barack Obama, and David Geffen, the fact is, the Geffen-Obama forces put a big hurt on the presidential aspirations of the former First Lady.

This brouhaha blossomed when Geffen, the left-wing media mogul, told New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd that “Everybody in politics lies, but [the Clintons] do it with such ease, it’s troubling.” He said a lot more that was derogatory specifically to Hillary Clinton, but that’s the key statement since Geffen is obviously referring to both Clintons. After all, it was Hillary who enabled Bill’s lies time and again. Now, America is being told — and by a former Clinton benefactor no less — that there’s more where that came from.

Geffen’s shot across the bow, with its huge media echo chamber, reminds folks what it was like when the Clintons were in the White House. Geffen has single-handedly pried the lid off the rusty old can of Clinton lies, reminding voters of what will happen if this truth-challenged couple ever returns to the Oval Office.

Does the American electorate want to go through this all over again? Have we forgotten the lies?

Go Google the simple phrase “Bill Clinton lies.” When I do so, this is what I quickly turn up (and from various sources):

— Clinton lied under oath to a Federal Grand Jury. (That’s perjury, of course, and perjury remains a felony.)

— Clinton continues to lie about his 12-year affair with Gennifer Flowers.

— Clinton still denies he sexually harassed Paula Jones. (Even though he paid her $850,000 in hush money.)

— Clinton persists in dismissing the Whitewater scandal as a “land deal where I lost money.” (Despite the fact that a dozen of his close associates landed in jail over the matter.)

— Clinton illegally obtained FBI files on his political opponents, and lied about that, too.

— On the golf course, Clinton has an incredibly difficult time playing his ball where it lies. According to close observers (Tiger Woods among them), Clinton exhibits questionable math when he tallies his scorecard.

— And according to Washington Post reporter John Harris, Clinton was so upset about his inability to lose weight in 2000, that following his annual physical he instructed aides to release a bogus number that made him five pounds lighter.

David Geffen also has turned our attentions back to the days of the Lincoln bedroom scandal, when White House sleepovers were regularly offered in exchange for large political contributions. I could be wrong, but I don’t recall a single instance of this happening while George W. Bush has been in office. Same for Bush Sr. and Ronald Reagan. For that matter, I don’t recall any Lincoln-bedroom sales during the presidencies of Jimmy Carter, Gerald Ford, or Richard Nixon.

Just the Bill Clinton presidency.

It is highly ironic that the very liberal Mr. Geffen has put all this front and center. It seems that Geffen is still jilted by the fact that President Clinton failed to pardon Leonard Peltier, an American Indian activist who was convicted and sent to jail for killing two FBI agents. I’m speculating here, but the “ultimate” lie may have been that Clinton promised Geffen a pardon for Peltier, reneged on the deal, and instead pardoned Marc Rich, the currency manipulator and money launderer who is the husband of Clinton pal Denise Rich, who is also a suspected Clinton paramour. The trigger for Geffen’s Hillary insurrection, and the bile-filled remarks he served to Maureen Dowd, may have been lingering resentment.

Everyone’s attempting to call this fight. Geffen, of course, is now solidly in the Obama camp, and he’s bringing his rich Hollywood pals with him. As for Obama, his alleged sin is that he won’t reprimand Geffen, as the Hillary camp demands. As a conservative with no skin in this Democratic game, I’d have to say the Geffen episode has bloodied Hillary’s nose much more than Obama’s.

Why?

Because David Geffen, unwittingly or not, reminded voters of the moral impoverishment and constant chicanery of the old Clinton White House.

Do voters really want to watch this low-grade C movie once more?

I’ve always believed that the Clinton White House past would be Hillary’s biggest problem in the future. Now, suddenly, it’s been put into the campaign in startling Hollywood Technicolor.

Can we trust a Clinton?
All this is dirt on Clinton. Despite the fact that he had his share of pilandering and dirty politics, Bush makes Clinton look like an angel.

I don't like Hillary and Bill disgusted me with his sleezy actions with Monica, but I despise GW Bush for his lies, including his failure to come clean about his coke history, his DUI's, going AWOL on his national gaurd service, knocking up his girlfriend (while he was dating Laura, nonetheless) and paying for her abortion, and then hiding under the veil of Born again Christianity. Bush is ten times worse than Bill and Hillary put together.

At least with Clinton, we had relative peace and a booming economy. Bush deserves to be impeached for his inadequecies with Katrina, his lies about WMD, and his personal monetary enrichment from war profiteering. It's all as true as the allegations against Clinton.

I'm working on a link. Check back in a minute and I'll have information for you.

Here you go...this will keep you busy thinking....I hope.

http://pearly-abraham.tripod.com/htmls/b...

http://www.cocaine.org/george-bush/index...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Downing_Str...
Reply:I didn't have to read your entire thing, just the title.

Hell no. I don't trust a Clinton. I don't trust a Bush either. But then, anyone who trusts a politician 100% is an idiot.
Reply:Bill O'Reilly? Is that you? Do you think George Bush was "trusted" when he "won" two elections? Get a clue!
Reply:thank you for your question, albeit lengthy! It should be crystal clear by now that neither one of them can be believed. Yet there are still "...... " who, regardless of your facts, will vote for her.
Reply:The Clinton's had the worst Marriage the most dis functional in the History of the presidency and yet they want to rub our noses in it again. If hey had any feelings for the American people they would spare them from this
Reply:YOU MAY BE LONG WINDED BUT YOU HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD. I WONDER HOW GEFFEN WOULD FEEL ABOUT HILLARY IF BILL HAD PARDONED THAT MURDERER PELETIER OR HOWEVER ITS SPELLED.
Reply:check this out

If Hillary takes it in 08, any bets on what that body count will be?

Food for ThoughtAca'!A

Just a quick refresher course lest we forget what has happened to many "friends"of the Clintons.

1-James McDougal - Clinton's convicted Whitewater partner died of an

apparent heart attack, while in solitary confinement. He was a key witness

in Ken Starr's investigation.

2 -Mary Mahoney - A former White House intern was murdered July 1997 at a Starbucks Coffee Shop in Georgetown. The murder happened just after she was to go public with her story of sexual harassment in the White House.

3- Vince Foster - Former White House councilor, and colleague of Hillary

Clinton at Little Rock's Rose Law firm. Died of a gunshot wound to the head,

ruled a suicide.

4- Ron Brown - Secretary of Commerce and former DNC Chairman. Reported to have died by impact in a plane crash. A pathologist close to the

investigation reported that there was a hole in the top of Brown's skull

resembling a gunshot wound. At the time of his death Brown was being

investigated, and spoke publicly of his willingness to cut a deal with

prosecutors. The rest of the people on the plane also died. A few days later

the Air Traffic Controller commited suicide.

5- C. Victor Raiser II. Raiser, a major player in the Clinton fund raising

organization died in a private plane crash in July 1992.

6-Paul Tulley - Democratic National Committee Political Director found dead

in a hotel room in Little Rock, September 1992. Described by Clinton as a

"Dear friend and trusted advisor".

7-Ed Willey - Clinton fund raiser, found dead November 1993 deep in the

woods in VA of a gunshot wound to the head. Ruled a suicide. Ed Willey died

on the same day his wife Kathleen Willey claimed Bill Clinton groped her in

the oval office in the White House. Ed Willey was involved in several

Clinton fund raising events.

8-Jerry Parks -Head of Clinton's gubernatorial security team in Little

Rock. Gunned down in his car at a deserted intersection outside Little

Rock. Park's son said his father was building a dossier on Clinton. He

allegedly threatened to reveal this information. After he died the files

were mysteriously removed from his house.

9-James Bunch - Died from a gunshot suicide. It was reported that he had a

"Black Book" of people which contained names of influential people who

visited prostitutes in Texas and Arkansas.

10-James Wilson - Was found dead in May 1993 from an apparent hanging

suicide. He was reported to have ties to Whitewater.

11-Kathy Ferguson- Ex-wife of Arkansas Trooper Danny Ferguson, was found dead in May 1994, in her living room with a gunshot to her head.

It was ruled a suicide even though there were several packed suitcases, as

if she were going somewhere. Danny Ferguson was a co-defendant along with

Bill Clinton in the Paula Jones lawsuit. Kathy Ferguson was a possible

corroborating witness for Paula Jones.

12-Bill Shelton - Arkansas State Trooper and fiancee of Kathy Ferguson.

Critical of the suicide ruling of his fiancee, he was found dead in June,

1994 of a gunshot wound also ruled a suicide at the grave site of his

fiancee.

13-Gandy Baugh - Attorney for Clinton's friend Dan Lassater, died by jumping out a window of a tall building January, 1994. His client was a convicted drug distributor.

14-Florence Martin - Accountant %26amp; sub-contractor for the CIA, was related to the Barry Seal Mena Airport drug smuggling case. He died of three gunshot wounds.

15- Suzanne Coleman - Reportedly had an affair with Clinton when he was

Arkansas Attorney General. Died of a gunshot wound to the back of the head,

ruled a suicide. Was pregnant at the time of her death.

16-Paula Grober - Clinton's speech interpreter for the deaf from 1978 until

her death December 9, 1992. She died in a one car accident.

17-Danny Casolaro - Investigative reporter. Investigating Mena Airport and

Arkansas Development Finance Authority. He slit his wrists, apparently in

the middle of his investigation.

18- Paul Wilcher - Attorney investigating corruption at Mena Airport with

Casolaro and the 1980 "October Surprise" was found dead on a toilet June 22, 1993 in his Washington DC apartment. Had delivered a report to

Janet Reno 3 weeks before his death.

19-Jon Parnell Walker - Whitewater investigator for Resolution Trust Corp.

Jumped to his death from his Arlington, Virginia apartment balcony August15,

1993. He was investigating the Morgan Guaranty scandal.

20-Barbara Wise - Commerce Department staffer. Worked closely with Ron Brown and John Huang. Cause of death unknown. Died November 29, 1996.

Her bruised, nude body was found locked in her office at the Department of

Commerce.

21-Charles Meissner -Assistant Secretary of Commerce who gave John Huang special security clearance, died shortly thereafter in a small plane crash.

22-Dr. Stanley Heard - Chairman of the National Chiropractic Health Care

Advisory Committee died with his attorney Steve Dickson in a small plane

crash. Dr. Heard, in addition to serving on Clinton's advisory council

personally treated Clinton's mother, stepfather and brother.

23-Barry Seal -Drug running pilot out of Mena Arkansas, death was no

accident.

24-Johnny Lawhorn Jr. - Mechanic, found a check made out to Bill Clinton in

the trunk of a car left at his repair shop. Lawhorn was found dead after his car had hit a utility pole.

25-Stanley Huggins - Investigated Madison Guaranty. His death was a

purported suicide and his report was never released.

26- Hershell Friday - Attorney and Clinton fund raiser died March 1,

1994 when his plane exploded.

27-Kevin Ives %26amp; Don Henry - Known as "The boys on the track" case.

Reports say the boys may have stumbled upon the Mena Arkansas airport drug operation. A controversial case, the initial report of death said, was due to boys falling asleep on railroad tracks. Later reports claim the 2 boys had been slain before being placed on the tracks. Many linked to that case died

before their testimony could come before a Grand Jury.

THE FOLLOWING PERSONS HAD INFORMATION ON THE IVES/HENRY CASE:

28-Keith Coney - Died when his motorcycle slammed into the back of a truck,

7/88.

29-Keith McMaskle - Died, stabbed 113 times, Nov 1988

30-Gregory Collins - Died from a gunshot wound January 1989.

31-Jeff Rhodes - He was shot, mutilated and found burned in a trash dump in April 1989.

33-James Milan - Found decapitated. However, the Coroner ruled his death was due to "natural causes".

34-Jordan Kettleson - Was found shot to death in the front seat of his

pickup truck in June 1990.

35-Richard Winters - A suspect in the Ives / Henry deaths. He was killed in

a set-up robbery July 1989.

THE FOLLOWING CLINTON BODYGUARDS ARE DEAD:

36 -Major William S. Barkley Jr.

37-Captain Scott J . Reynolds

38-Sgt. Brian Hanley

39-Sgt. Tim Sabel

40-Major General William Robertson

41-Col. William Densberger

42-Col. Robert Kelly

43-Spec. Gary Rhodes

44-Steve Willis

45-Robert Williams

46-Conway LeBleu

47-Todd McKeehan

Quite an impressive list! Pass this on. Let the public become aware of what

happens to "friends" of the Clintons!

HILLARY FOR PRESIDENT? SURELY YOU JEST !

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sorrel

Dose anyone know how to turn this into an essay?

2010-04-24T04:56:00.001-07:00

Hello, My name is Terri Booker and I am writing you this letter Mr. /Miss ___

Because I have to believe that, your product is dangerous to the people buying it. I have done some rescue on some of the chemicals that you put into your product and I am going to tell you a bit about it.

The first chemical is Stearic acid, which is a colorless, wax like, sparingly water-soluble, odorless solid, C18H36O2, the most common fatty acid, occurring as the glycoside in tallow and other animal fats and in some animal oils: used chiefly in the manufacture of soaps, separates, candles, cosmetics, and in medicine in suppositories and pill coatings. The second chemical is lactic acid, which is a syrupy, water-soluble liquid, C3H6O3, produced in muscles as a result of anaerobic glucose metabolism, and present in sour milk, molasses, various fruits, and wines. A synthetic form of the compound is used in foods and beverages as a flavoring and preservative, in dyeing and textile printing, and in pharmaceuticals.

The next chemical is methylparaben, which is a crystalline compound C8H8O3 used as an antifungal preservative (as in pharmaceutical ointments and cosmetic creams and lotions). The last chemical I’m going to address you is keratin this is one of the chemicals I’m most concerned about because keratin is a scleroprotein or albuminoidal substance, found in the dead outer skin layer, and in horn, hair, feathers, hoofs, nails, claws, bills, etc.

Thanks, you for your time reading this very important letter, I hope you see how I am concerned about you and the people buying it because as another result all the chemicals I just addressed you are very harmful for the human kind.

Thank you

Terri Booker

Dose anyone know how to turn this into an essay?
Well, first you need to do a little more "rescue" (although I think you meant research).

You have listed four compounds and some facts about them, but you have given no indication that they are dangerous or harmful. In fact, you point out that three of the four compounds are found naturally in the human body. Why do you believe they are harmful?

As far as turning it into an essay, start with an introduction to a general audience. "Introduce" them to your topic, and why you are telling them about it.

Next, go through your topic. Give information about the product, the compounds, how you know the compounds are in the product, why they are harmful, how you know they are harmful, and what you think should be done about it.

Finally, summarize. Are you asking the reader to do something? What should they do?

Do you like sushi? Is it yummy? if you do, read the little story...?

2010-04-24T04:56:00.000-07:00

This is a true case of a japanese man from Gifu Prefecture who complains incessantly about a persistent headache. Mr. Shota Fujiwara loves his sashimi and sushi very much to the extent of trying to get them as "alive and fresh" as can be for his insatiable appetite.

He developes a severe headache for the past 3 years and has put it off as migraine and stress from work. It was only when he started losing his psycomotor skills that he seeks medical help. A brain scan and x-ray reveals little however. But upon closer inspection by a specialist on his scalp, the doctor noticed small movements beneath his skin. It was then that the doctor did a local anaesthetic to his scalp and discovered the cause when tiny worms crawled out. A major surgery was thus immediately called for and the extent of the infestation was horrific. See the attached pictures to the scene that one thought only a movie could produced.:

[http://urbanlegends.about.com/library/bl...

horrifying pictures...

Do you like sushi? Is it yummy? if you do, read the little story...?
BUSTED!

While medical experts agree that the accompanying stories are fiction, debate over the authenticity of the images themselves is ongoing. When I showed them to pathologist Ed Friedlander, he concluded they had been faked, largely because most of the anatomical landmarks one would expect to find in a dissected brain are nowhere to be seen. Another expert speculated that the photos could be real, but, if so, depict a very serious case of scalp cancer, not a "brain infection." In any case, no one was able to account for their origin.

In a new development, the debunkers at Snopes.com have determined, based on information from an unnamed but presumably reliable source, that the images are indeed real and document the case of 70-year-old man suffering from "an unusual form of cancer which had eaten away at the upper portion of his skull and scalp." Contacted for a follow-up opinion, Dr. Friedlander agreed the explanation is plausible, but in his judgment the photos may still have been retouched. "I cannot account for the apparent maggots and apparent eggs," he wrote.

As to Mr. Fujiwara, the sushi fanatic who supposedly contracted brain worms by eating raw fish, that variation of the tale is simply preposterous. While the medical literature supports the claim that certain species of tapeworm and roundworm can infect the human digestive tract when consumed in raw or undercooked fish, I could find no indication that these particular parasites (in contrast to the pork tapeworm, which is capable of causing a wider, more serious array of symptoms) can migrate to other human organs, such as the brain. In documented cases where pork tapeworm larvae have been found in the brain, they were embedded, cyst-like, in the neural tissue; they don't crawl around freely, nor are they capable of boring through the patient's skull and emerging through the scalp.

To set the record straight, maggots can infest the human brain, and so can certain types of tapeworm larvae. But these conditions are pretty rare and, in spite of what you may have heard through the email grapevine, they don't result from ignoring ingrown hairs or binging on sushi.
Reply:thats very enlightening. I however am a fisherman and i know what lives in those creatures gut and muscle tissue. its not appetizing.MY ADVISE IS :NEVER EAT FISH THATS NOT COOKED PROPERLY. Report It

Reply:Sushi taste funky!
Reply:oh geez..i wanna see the pictures..whats the whole site?

ok i figured out the site..and i may vomit..so gross
Reply:And I note before I even bother that the first word of the link is urbanlegends... meaning FAKE. (PS, take the brackets off and we'll be able to see it)

for those who want to see....

http://urbanlegends.about.com/library//b...
Reply:thanx a bunch i will never eat sushi again

How to BLOW-IT when dating or have a girlfriend...?

2010-04-24T04:55:00.001-07:00

Don't EVER complement a woman on how she looks, what she wears, her eyes, skin, NOTHING WHAT SO EVER.

Believe it or not, once you reveal ANY of this, she will not respect you anymore. Nice guys finish LAST...now YOU know. Don't be a loser like me for the past 15 years. No more Mr. Nice Guy!

How to BLOW-IT when dating or have a girlfriend...?
Nice guys may not finish the race before the jerks, but the nice guys end up with the best. Maybe it's the type of girls your trying to pair up with. While immature, I definitely gravitated toward the jerks, but when I finally grew up, I chose a nice guy. Not to toot my own horn, but I have always been an attractive woman who was never short on suitors - so with said, my nice guy certainly finished the race, just later then the rest. A mature woman of good character will always find more value in a man who is respectful and considerate over a self focused man.
Reply:I simply can't believe this is true. There must be something else going on.
Reply:did somone just get this line from a movie.

its fiction buddy
Reply:actully being a girl i like being complamented and it makes me respect the guy becase her respects me but when ever it is consitanly it get a little anoying!!
Reply:somones bitter...actually, in the end, this doesn't work. we want nice guys! just not TOO nice, wussy kinda guys. but we want them to be respectful and nice. i hate conceided jerks..i want nothig to do with them. and even if girls do, it's usually superficial.
Reply:as long as you keep them feeling insecure, they will always cling to you. when you build them up, they will take their new found confidence out to find someone else who will make them feel stupid and insecure again. it is the nature of girls (and some guys) with low self esteem.
Reply:if i guy tells me im beautiful... it makes me more interested in them... trust me.. you will blow it by being the mean guy... the nice guy always finishes last...but he is with her till the end
Reply:I HAVE TO AGREE WITH YOU , I AM ALWAYS MR . NICE GUY AND I ALWAYS GET THE SAME STUFF HAPPEN TO ME !!
Reply:That's definitely not true. I don't know where you're from, but everywhere else, women like a guy that respects, loves, and compliments her.
Reply:that's so untrue!we love compliments especially on the first date you must be doing something else wrong.tell the truth now
Reply:don't listen to these girls who say they want a nice guy. they always want a jerk to turn into a nice guy. there is some truth that many attractive girls will end up with nice guys, but they have most likely been played by dozens of jerks before they settle with the nice guy who respects them. who wants to be the guy who gets that "prize". most of us guys joke about the dweeb that gets our ex's - we know that they still think about us in the sack, and would be with us if they could. rent the movie "best in show" and enjoy the parody about the nice guy that goes to visit one of the wife's ex's. hilarious.
Reply:Obviously your hurting right now thats to be expected. but don't give up the ship. there are decent women out there. and you did the right thing by expressing to her how you felt and complimented her just as you would like to be complimented on something that looks good on you or your body face etc...

Get back in the saddle keep looking but dont' change yourself for her. You want a girl who likes you for you. not for acting a certain way. You won't be able to carrry that act forever anyways.

good luck. you'll do fine you wait and see. :-)

Perfection in ur eyes?

2010-04-24T04:55:00.000-07:00

What is ur ideal Mr. Right/ Mrs. Right. Describe physical attributes (plz be be specific like soft blue eyes, or evenly toned skin etc.) And maybe a name a few personality characteristics (loyal, smart etc.) No junky answers plz. Thanks!

Perfection in ur eyes?
someone that takes care of themselves, i.e. works out at least 3-4 times a week. Dark hair and light eyes, olive skin. More so than physical, my ideal Mr. Right would be a self-starter and have positive energy, and also really motivated. I want someone that makes me laugh! Is that asking too much?
Reply:Isn't that the truth!!! Thanks for the best answer!! Report It

Reply:Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.
Reply:can read and write...
Reply:if she has that innocent look to her and she is nice, that makes me melt and pitch a tent

shamrock

How do i download skins to messenger from DARK YAHOO site?

2010-04-24T04:54:00.001-07:00

I have downloaded some skins from dark yahoo site on to my computer,How do i put them on to my messenger,I am new to all this so please help,And many,many thanks to Mr webaut,and bingoman for your last help,,,Thanks Ernie

How do i download skins to messenger from DARK YAHOO site?
#1 You must find where the Yahoo messenger skins are located...

Go to C:\Program Files\Yahoo!\Shared\Graphics.

Inside the graphics folder you will see "Maverick and Indigo" these are the skin folders.

#2 Right click on "Indigo". Pick copy folder.

#3 Right click on the copied folder and pick change name.

#4 Enter a name. For this Yahoo messenger skin making tutorial I will use the name "Red". Click on the folder you just renamed and find the .xml file marked "Indigo". Right click on Indigo file and pick rename, rename it with your Yahoo messenger 6.0 skins name. Example "Red".

#5 Now right click on the .xml you just renamed, and pick open with. Here you might have a few choices for a text editor. I use notepad.

#6 Inside the .xml where it says skinname="indigo" replace it with your skins name. Example skinname="red".

#7 Open your Yahoo messenger 6.0 and click view%26gt; change skin. At this point you should see the name of your skin with the "Classic, Indigo, and Maverick skins" on the skins selector window. It will still appear just like the original "Indigo skin". You now have a platform to make your own Yahoo messenger 6.0 skin.
Reply:Thank you for picking out my answer as the best one. Report It

Guys & Girls, what would your reaction be if.....?

2010-04-24T04:54:00.000-07:00

You've both agreed to some bedroom Olympics for the first time, the mood is set and then suddenly, at the height of sexual passion *gasp*:-

(Guys): You discover she's wearing great big Granny pants, you know the belly warmer type! Would it cause an instant Mr. Floppy or enrage your inner desires even more?

(Girls): He's wearing a tight, green coloured Leopard skin thong!! Would it create a sudden eruption of laughter or cause you rip them off with your teeth? You Tiger!

Guys %26amp; Girls, what would your reaction be if.....?
I'd be thinking if I was sucked into TV and is now a main role in my husband's Japanese porn collections!!
Reply:If she was wearing granny pants i would wonder if she was on her period or whether she was just cold!

If he was wearing a tight green leopard skin thong i would wet myself laffin and probably be horrified!
Reply:It would cause me to laugh right outta the bedroom! :)
Reply:That's sum funny s....
Reply:I would boot him right outta there! *laffs*
Reply:everthing has its reasons. I would question first then decide what 2 do. If she is a fine, fit girl who cares about the pants. It ll come off anyway..
Reply:I'd laugh loudly and then I'd leave quickly - a guy who wears a green leopard skin thong has got to have serious problems!
Reply:i would laugh!! and it will put me down, not wanting to do anything anymore!
Reply:If she is wearing that I defenitly rip them off before I start to think of a retirement house
Reply:man you'v got issus
Reply:that actually happened when i lost my virginity

Perfection in ur eyes?

2010-04-24T04:53:00.001-07:00

Guys......?

2010-04-24T04:53:00.000-07:00

Please, no rude comments. I am so insecure! And, I hate that myself. I'm a religious person, and I know I am God's creation, and I should be happy with what I got. I also have a very loving bf who thinks I am just the beautiful and sexy girl he has ever seen. But I cant accept that! I believe hes lying to me. I'm a junior in high school, and I see all the other girls, and I just wish I could look like them. I have 32B boobs, brown a little off past shoulder length brown hair, I have some hormonal problem, because I need eyebrows and lip waxed continually. I also dont throw myself all over guys. And guys like big boobs, long hair, and I don't dress showing skin either. Jeans, sneakers and a sweater, or t-shirt. I just feel so bad, I know your probably thinking i should grow up, but it really does hurt. I feel so low. I just wish I could have a guy look at me. And my bf deserves better I believe, a girl he can actually show off to his friends. I just wish I could look like those girls...

* 11 minutes ago

* - 3 days left to answer.

Additional Details

10 minutes ago

Also, before we started going out....he use to be mr.shallow guy.

now he just says hes picky??

Im like...'if you were so insecure you just wouldnt be going out with me.'

8 minutes ago

scratch 'insecure' i meant shallow

Guys......?
I think you are being selfish. You have a boyfriend who says you look great. That should be enough. Let me tell you I am young too and used to have some issues with my looks. (not as bad as you though lol) Start reading your bible. I never used to read my bible consistently, until about 4 or 5 months ago and I couldn't even fit all the changes that have happen to me in a book. Read your bible starting with the New Testament and read it everyday. You don't have to read it for an hour or anything ever day, it is about what you get out of God's word everyday not how much you read. Just read it and apply it to your life. Pray also and be honest with God, remember He already knows, so your not hiding anything.

God Bless and I pray for you.
Reply:toooooooooo long
Reply:Yet another "make me feel better about myself" question

Geeze get over yourself...
Reply:I am a tree
Reply:What exactly are you asking?
Reply:You are perfect just as you are.

Having guys drool all over you may sound like fun, but, it's much better to have one guy who is crazy about you and that's what you have. If you continually tell your bf that his feelings for you are wrong, he'll eventually believe you.
Reply:Well, i know this sounds shallow, but put up a picture of yourself and i will tell you. But you sound cool anyways...be yourself and who cares what other ppl think?
Reply:You seem very insecure. This is usually caused by stress, in which case you should relax and take some time of and possibly cure your hormone problem, however, I believe that you have immersed yourself too much in the modern trends, which I personally believe are rediculous, in which case you should take some time away from your boyfriend and spend some time alone, maybe take a long hot bath (that what I do when I feel insecure).
Reply:He probably does like you, I got turned down by a guy who chose a girl who looked ugly in my eyes.

made me sooooooo mad!
Reply:ok. i think you are worrying over nothing. if he didnt like you he wouldnt be going out with you. if you think you need to change, start wearing skirts, and those abercrombie, hollister, blouse things instead of hoodies and shirts all the time.

oxalis

Real or fake?????????

2010-04-24T04:52:00.001-07:00

Chapter One

Secrets Unraveled

Harry slowly raised his head and stared morosely at the familiar visage of number four, Privet Drive. What had already been a horrible day was rapidly getting worse. Not only did he have to appear unannounced on the Dursleys’ doorstep (something he knew they’d have no problem expressing their displeasure over), but he’d also have to tell them that two other freaks would be joining him this afternoon. The corner of Harry’s mouth twitched humorlessly as he envisioned how they’d take the news.

He’d left Ron and Hermione at King’s Cross station a little over an hour ago. They were each going to make quick stops at their respective homes before Apparating to Privet Drive. Harry smiled fondly, remembering their show of solidarity. He hadn’t been expecting it; he’d thought he’d be going on alone. Although he was desperately worried about them and the remainder of their quest, he had to admit that the thought of some support while facing his relatives was quite nice indeed.

Harry had thought it would be better – or at least less embarrassing – if he arrived at Privet Drive first and prepared his relatives for their arrival. He’d wanted to get away from the Hogwarts Express and the other students as quickly as possible…before he ran into Ginny.

Ginny.

Harry quickly shook his head – he couldn’t afford to think about Ginny. He still didn’t think his resolve was strong enough to hold.

Since he wasn’t yet of age, he’d quickly slipped away without speaking to any of the crowd at King’s Cross and taken the train to Privet Drive. The long, hot journey had left him irritable. It didn’t bode well for the coming reunion. He’d considered just Apparating back from Hogsmeade to avoid the Hogwarts Express altogether. So what if the Ministry chucked him out of Hogwarts now? He wasn’t going back, anyway.

Hermione, always the voice of reason, reminded him that there was no need to give the Ministry an excuse to break his wand, and Harry had to admit that she had a point.

Rufus Scrimgeour wanted Harry under his control, and Harry wouldn’t put it past the man to make life difficult in an effort to force Harry to comply. Harry had no patience for the man or his politicking. Still, recklessly using underage magic for the sake of mere convenience was a risk not worth taking.

He hated when Hermione was right.

So, he’d sat in a compartment with Ron and Hermione and tried to ignore the hole in his heart that Ginny’s absence created. He hadn’t seen her the entire journey home and wondered which compartment she’d sat on the train. Neither Ron nor Hermione had asked him where she was, but he’d caught Hermione staring at him speculatively on several occasions.

Harry had been steadfast in avoiding her gaze. He’d stared out the window miserably, his thoughts focused on happier days…

Ginny.

Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans and squaring his shoulders, Harry trudged across the street towards the immaculately pruned garden of number four, Privet Drive. He’d promised Dumbledore that he’d return one more time before his birthday, and he intended to keep that pledge. Harry’s chest tightened as he thought of his headmaster, but he blinked the moisture from his eyes and continued forward. This was what Dumbledore had wanted, and this was what he was going to do.

Still, knowing what he had to do didn’t make doing it any easier. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with the Dursleys’ nonsense. He had no patience for their petty bigotry…he had bigger challenges to face. The days when Vernon Dursley’s purple face could make him cower were long past. He wondered what he could expect when they opened the door to find him standing there after his eventful departure last summer.

All in all, he supposed it could be worse. He’d rather face the Dursleys’ ire than Molly Weasley’s fury when Ron informed her of his plans to ditch the Burrow this summer and head straight into the war that she’d been so adamantly attempting to shield him from.

Oh, no, Harry mused, he got off far easier in only having to face the Dursleys.

He wondered if Ron would have dropped his little bombshell while still at King’s Cross, or if he would have waited until arriving at the Burrow. Harry could picture Ron in the kitchen trying to reason with his mum, and Ginny would be there…

Ginny.

Harry’s heart constricted at the mere thought of her, and he pressed his eyelids together as if to squeeze her from his thoughts. Everything had seemed so simple and straightforward in his mind when he’d made his decision. He couldn’t put Ginny in danger. He’d never survive if he lost her, too.

But he had something he had to do, and he couldn’t afford any distractions while he was searching for the Horcruxes. Breaking it off had been the right thing to do. There was no reason that she should have to put her life on hold just because he did. It could take years to find them all.

At the time, it had seemed the perfectly logical thing to do. But now, away from Hogwarts and facing the unknown…now, nothing was clear. He didn’t know how he’d be able to function with this pain tearing such a hole in his heart. He felt as if he were bleeding continually from an invisible wound.

One thing he did know for certain: she could distract him with a simple smile, and he couldn’t afford to be distracted. He had too much that he had to do.

As for what did come next…that’s where Harry faltered. He knew what it was he had to do, he just wasn’t certain about how to do it. How could he find the remaining four Horcruxes? Where did he start? And how did he keep himself – or worse, Ron and Hermione – from suffering the same fate Dumbledore did when he’d located the last two Horcruxes? Or what he’d thought was a Horcrux, anyway…

R.A.B. How was he to find R.A.B.? Where did he begin?

The locket, the cup, the snake, and something of Gryffindor or Ravenclaw…

It seemed hopeless and overwhelming as a whole, so he’d have to start in pieces and work from there. He fingered the cold, hard metal of the fake Horcrux that he still kept in his pocket. Harry had found himself using it as some sort of talisman, holding onto it whenever the stress started to build. There had to be a way, and he was going to find it.

The first step would be Godric’s Hollow. He wasn’t certain what he expected to find there, it just seemed important that he go.

Scratch that. The first step would be getting through his last confinement with the Dursleys, and the sooner he started enduring that, the sooner he could move forward.

While he’d been lost in thought, Harry’s feet had carried him to the front door. Taking a deep breath, he tapped the knocker three times.

Here we go.

It took only a few moments before he heard footsteps approaching the door. It opened slightly, and Aunt Petunia’s horsy face peered through the crack. He watched as her eyes widened in surprise before the door swung open wide, and she yanked him inside by the collar of his shirt.

"What are you doing here?" Aunt Petunia demanded, her long neck craning from side to side to ensure none of the neighbors were out and about and watching Harry being manhandled by his aunt. "Why are you back here so soon? Did those freaks at that school of yours finally decide they didn’t want you either and throw you out? Did you think you could just show up here unannounced?"

"Hello, Aunt Petunia. It’s nice to see you, too," Harry said pleasantly, pulling back from her grip and readjusting his collar. He spared a quick glance at the parlor, noting that nothing had really changed, although there were some crumpled sweet wrappers on an end table, which was unusual for Aunt Petunia.

"Don’t you ‘hello’ me," his aunt snapped, dragging his attention back to her aggravated face. "I asked you what you are doing here? Term still has several weeks remaining."

Harry shrugged and dropped his gaze to the floor. "We were released early this year," he said vaguely, not wanting to discuss Dumbledore’s death with her quite so soon. He wasn’t ready.

Before she could reply, the kitchen door swung open, and Harry’s cousin Dudley lumbered into the room. He was even larger than Harry remembered, and his face looked tired and drawn. His eyes opened wide with shock upon seeing Harry, and he began gaping like a fish.

"What’s he doing here?" Dudley demanded, pointing a porky finger at Harry. Harry was pleased to notice the slight tremor in Dudley’s hand. After years of being the victim of Dudley’s bullying behavior, it was nice to have the shoe on the other foot, so to speak.

"Hey, Duds," Harry said, grinning widely. "You’re home from school early, too. Did they chuck you out?" Harry asked, throwing Aunt Petunia’s taunt back at his cousin.

Harry was surprised when Dudley ignored Harry completely and turned his panic-stricken eyes upon his mother. "Thought you’d get him to look me over, did you? Trying to compare and see if he’s infected me? It’s all his fault, anyway. You know that. Him and that freak of an old man who took him the last time – they did this to me. You know they did something. He threatened you, I heard him."

"Now, now, Popkin," Aunt Petunia said soothingly, but Harry couldn’t help but notice the tremor in her voice. "Don’t get yourself upset. You know what happens when you get too fussed."

Dudley’s eyes nearly bulged out of the sockets, and he grasped his mother’s forearms with enough force to leave red marks. "Mummy! Don’t let it happen again," he whimpered.

Aunt Petunia pulled her arm away and began patting Dudley on the back and cooing softly as she led him into the parlor. Once she sat him on the couch and calmed him down, she turned back towards Harry. Her eyes were filled with such intense loathing that Harry found himself taking a step back involuntarily. What was going on here?

"Sit down and don’t dirty the sofa. I’m going to get Duddy a glass of lemonade," she hissed, scurrying from the room. "Don’t upset him."

Harry looked over at Dudley and furrowed his eyebrows. "What’s got your knickers in such a twist, Dud?"

"What are you doing here? Did they ask you to come look at me? I won’t have you or any of your freak friends pawing at me. Don’t think I can’t get that ruddy thing away from you, and when I do…" Dudley’s face matched the purple color that Harry usually associated with Uncle Vernon.

"Take it easy, Dud. You’re going to burst something. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on here? What is this all about?" Harry asked.

His mind was racing, trying to remember all the details from his last trip to Privet Drive. It seemed like another lifetime ago. Professor Dumbledore had been pleasant, even though it was obvious to Harry that he had been upset by the way that the Dursleys had treated Harry. Still, he didn’t think that was something the Dursleys would have picked up. Harry’s comfort and well-being had never been one of their considerations.

Dudley appeared to be under the impression that Professor Dumbledore had threatened them, however. How would Dudley’s mind have formed that idea? Of course, being the bully he was, Dudley probably assumed everyone was threatening him, since he spent most of his time threatening others. Still, Harry tried to recall the conversation from the previous year to work out what had wound up his relatives so much.

Staring at Dudley sitting crouched into himself on the couch brought Dumbledore’s words back into Harry’s mind. He had said something about leaving a note for the Dursleys when he’d dropped Harry on their doorstep all those years ago.

"You did not do as I asked. You have never treated Harry as a son. He has known nothing but neglect and often cruelty at your hands. The best that can be said is that he has at least escaped the appalling damage you have inflicted upon the unfortunate boy sitting between you."

Was that what Dudley thought was a threat? How could it be, though? Another memory arose in Harry’s mind of a Howler sent to Aunt Petunia after the Dementor attack on Harry and Dudley in the alley before his fifth year.

"Remember my last."

The last must have been this same letter. Harry was burning with curiosity to know exactly what the letter had said. He held little hope that Aunt Petunia would tell him, however. Why is she so worried about Dudley being upset, anyway? Not that she ever likes to see her little popkin upset, Harry thought with a grimace.

Only one thing to do for it, then.

"So what’s this about Professor Dumbledore doing something to you last time, Duds? Are you sprouting a tail again? I didn’t even see him do it. Of course, he has no problem with non-verbal spells, so you never know what he could have been up to," Harry said casually, forcing down the painful lump that lodged itself in his throat when speaking as if Professor Dumbledore were still alive.

Dudley cowered away from Harry and scrambled off the couch faster than his bulk should have allowed. His hands instinctively searching his massive behind for, Harry assumed, the return of a pig’s tail. "Stay away from me! I mean it…you stay away!"

Harry stood up and began walking towards Dudley with a determined stride. "What’s wrong, Dud? Why are you so skittish all of a sudden? Lost your nerve, have you? Is this what’s got you acting like such a little girl?" Harry asked, drawing his wand from his sleeve.

"Put it away," Dudley screeched, backing into a corner. Harry would have laughed if it weren’t so pathetic. This was the great git of a bully who had regularly made Harry’s life a living hell when he was small?

"I mean it, Potter, put that thing away," Dudley growled.

"Or what, Dud? What are you going to do?" Harry couldn’t help his morbid fascination, wondering how far he could push before Dudley would strike back.

Before Dudley could answer him, however, the vase on the table next to him started shaking violently. It rattled on the table as it moved closer to the edge. Harry stared at it in surprise. He really wasn’t that upset, not about this, anyway. Why was his magic reacting so strongly?

"Oh, no," Dudley moaned before the vase flew from the table and went careening towards Harry’s head.

Harry was so shocked that he never had time to move. The heavy ceramic vase slammed into the side of his face with enough force to knock him from his feet. The vase and Harry both landed on the floor with a heavy thud, the vase shattering in several large chunks.

Alerted by the noise, Aunt Petunia hurried back into the room and screeched at the destruction. "What have you done?" she spat, stepping over Harry to retrieve the broken pieces of her vase.

"It happened again, Mummy," Dudley wailed. "He did it! I know he did."

Aunt Petunia leapt to her feet and hurried over to Dudley. "There, there, now, sweetums. Mummy’s here. Everything will be all right. Come into the kitchen, and I’ll make you a nice snack. I’ll take care of everything."

As she ushered Dudley from the room, she turned back towards Harry, who was still struggling to rise from the floor. "Stay here. I’ll be right back. I warned you not to upset him," she hissed, her eyes nearly glowing with a burning intensity.

Harry groaned as he sat up and put a hand to his throbbing cheekbone. What is going on here? He pulled himself to his feet unsteadily and shook his head in an attempt to clear it.

Bad idea.

The entire room swam before his eyes, and he had to grasp the arm of the couch to remain upright. He tentatively moved his jaw from side to side, testing how much damage had been done to his face. He didn’t think anything was broken, but the pain was enough to make him wish for one of Madam Pomfrey’s potions.

This would be no ordinary stay at Privet Drive.

He’d done accidental magic before, but not in a long time. He didn’t remember ever hurting himself with it before, either. Something wasn’t right. He glanced out the window apprehensively, wondering if he’d be receiving a reprimand from the Ministry.

Great. That’s all I need.

Still, he’d never got them when it had happened when he was younger, so maybe he’d get by this time, as well. Nothing to do for it; he’d have to wait and see.

The more pressing matter was what was going on with Dudley. He’d acted almost as if he’d known what was going to happen. Almost as if…

Aunt Petunia strode back into the room at that moment and sat down stiffly, glaring at Harry all the while. Harry wasn’t certain what she expected of him, but followed her lead and sat down at the other end of the couch, waiting. After a few moments spent in silence, Harry couldn’t take it anymore.

"What’s happening here, Aunt Petunia?" he asked quietly. "I don’t think I did that. I think Dudley did. How is that possible?"

"Of course my Dudley didn’t do it. You’re the freak here, not him," she snapped, before her face crumpled, and she put her head in her hands.

Harry was thunderstruck and at a loss for what to do. In all the years that Harry had spent with the Dursleys, she’d never once offered him a bit of comfort over anything, and he found it strange that he wanted to comfort her now.

Tentatively, he raised his hand and gradually moved it towards her before quickly pulling it back again. Twice more he struggled with the urge to lay his hand on her back in an attempt to calm her. She’d never taken kindly to his touch before, and he was afraid that anything he might do would stop her from talking. He wanted answers more than he wanted to comfort her, so he clenched his fists and fought to remain in his spot.

Aunt Petunia finally raised her head, and, although her lower lip trembled, she began to speak. "After you and your headmaster left here last year, odd things started to happen. These incidents grew more and more frequent until Dudley was finally asked to leave school. They suggested he needed counseling. As if we’d ever be able to talk about any of this. They thought he was acting out and being destructive on purpose. The nerve of some people."

Harry’s head was swimming with questions, but he was afraid she’d clam up if he interrupted, so he just let her continue to ramble.

"What did your headmaster do?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "He removed the protection, didn’t he? He said we didn’t live up to our end of the bargain by not caring for you. We gave you food and shelter for all these years out of the goodness of our hearts. What more did he expect?

"He wanted us to love you like our own. You’re not our own! You’re just a reminder of the sister I wished I’d never had. We gave you shelter, and that has supposedly kept you alive and safe all this time. That should have counted for something. We could have just chucked you in an orphanage like Vernon wanted to do. Sometimes, I think we all would have been better off if we had."

Harry had long ago stopped caring about or looking for the Dursleys’ approval, yet the coldness of the words stung.

"What do you mean by remove the protection?" he asked stoically, refusing to give her the satisfaction of knowing her words had hurt him. "The blood protection from my mother remains as long as I can call this house my home…at least until my birthday. He told you I’d be returning one more time."

"Not the blood protection for you," Aunt Petunia snapped. "This isn’t about you. I don’t care what happens to you or any of your freak world. As far as I’m concerned, we’d all be better off if you all just killed each other off. I want to know about the protections on Dudley. Dumbledore withdrew his part of the agreement, didn’t he?"

Harry blinked, nonplussed. "What are you on about?" he asked coldly.

"Oh, for heaven’s sake, you never were very bright, were you? The spell he cast on Dudley. It’s obviously not working, because he keeps making these freakish things happen."

"Dudley is a wizard?" Harry asked incredulously, the pieces all finally clicking into place. He felt as if the room was spinning, and he didn’t think it had anything to do with his throbbing temple. He knew magic ran in families – the Creevey brothers proved that. They were Muggleborn, and yet both were wizards…but Dudley. How could this have happened?

"Of course he’s not a wi…a.wi… He’s not a freak," Aunt Petunia snapped, her voice nothing more than a high-pitched whisper. "I made a deal with your headmaster. He would block this unnaturalness from Duddydums, and I would take you in. It was all arranged. Then, after last year, whatever it was he did stopped working, because Dudley started having instances of these oddities every few days, and I can’t stop them. I want you to fix it. You do whatever it was he had done before. You can fix this, and you owe us that much."

Harry’s mind was racing. How could this be? Would Dumbledore really have suppressed Dudley’s magic for all these years? It didn’t seem like something he would ever do. It didn’t make any sense.

As if from a fog, Harry’s mind recalled the way Aunt Petunia had always catered to Dudley’s every whim. How she’d acted as if the world revolved around keeping him calm and not letting him get upset. Harry’s worst punishments always came as a direct result of Dudley getting upset. He wondered if Petunia’s obsessive need to clean was only a byproduct of her anxiety over cleaning up what she considered a huge mess.

His mind continued to pick out little instances of times when Dudley had been upset. His thoughts again drifted to the night the Dementors had attacked, and Dudley had cowered in fear. Harry had wondered what Dudley could have been remembering. Could it have been some unexplained bits of magic that Dudley had fought to suppress? When Harry had found Dudley in the darkness, he’d had his hands clamped over his mouth. Harry had told him not to open his mouth, but when did Dudley ever listen to Harry? Could Dudley have actually seen the Dementors?

Harry felt as if his world had just spun completely out of his control yet again.

"Why would Dumbledore agree to hide Dudley’s magic? It doesn’t sound at all like Dumbledore," he said slowly, his gaze boring into his aunt’s.

"He didn’t want to do it. We argued for quite some time about it. I’d seen the strange things that happened from the time my Dudley was still in his cot. I knew what it meant; I remembered it from Lily. There was no way I would allow it to happen again, not after I’d worked so hard to make a normal life for my family.

"It was the only way I would allow you to stay, and he was desperate for that to happen. I told him there was no way he’d ever get his hands on Dudley, anyway. Vernon and I would never allow him to go to that freak school. We raised him with a healthy loathing of all things so unnatural. Dudley is a good boy," Aunt Petunia said, crossing her arms defiantly.

Harry rolled his eyes. It all made sense. Certainly the Dursleys wouldn’t have allowed Dudley to attend Hogwarts, and Harry knew from Dudley’s reaction a moment ago that he never would have wanted to go, anyway.

"So, what did Professor Dumbledore do, exactly?" Harry asked, unable to contain his curiosity. Aunt Petunia had never willingly told him anything in the past. Don’t ask questions had always been her standard response.

"How am I supposed to know how all your nonsense works?" Aunt Petunia snapped. "We took you in, and he did something to take Dudley’s name off of a register or some such thing. For a time, Dudley stopped making strange things happen. The only time anything abnormal happened was when Dudley would get upset, and I could easily blame that on you so Vernon never had to know."

"Uncle Vernon doesn’t know his son is a wizard?" Harry asked, secretly appreciating the humor in that statement.

"Of course he doesn’t know. And Dudley is NOT one of you. Your headmaster did something to control it, and I want you to do the same thing now," Aunt Petunia said, crossing her bony arms across her chest.

"I don’t even know how he could have done such a thing, never mind how do it," Harry said, aghast.

"Well, if you want to stay here, you’d better think of something," she snapped.

Harry’s mind clicked on a way to make this work to his advantage. "All right. I’ll try and find something. I’m going to need some help with it, though," he said, rapidly changing gears.

"What do you mean help?" she asked suspiciously.

"My friends, Ron and Hermione – they’re brilliant with stuff like this. I’ll ask them to come and help me put it together. They’ll have to stay here for a while, though – while we research the correct spells to use. I’m certain it’s very complicated magic if Professor Dumbledore did it," Harry said, his mind already plotting.

Aunt Petunia frowned with disapproval. "I don’t know."

"All right, well…I can’t do it alone, so I suppose I’ll just be going," he said, going so far as to turn around, rising and taking a step towards the door.

"No!" Aunt Petunia screeched. "All right… Your friend can bunk in with you, and the girl can stay in the guestroom. I won’t have any funny business under my roof."

Harry smirked, envisioning the color Ron’s ears would have turned had he heard that remark. This was turning out better than he could have hoped. "All right, then."

"You have to promise me you’ll all stay out of Vernon and Dudley’s way. When Vernon is home, you must stay up in your room, and I want this done as quickly as possible."

"We’re agreed on that, then," Harry mumbled.

"Oh, and another thing. Your friends will have to provide their own food. I’m not feeding any extra of your freaky friends. Vernon would never have it. They can bring their own or you can share your portion, but I won’t be responsible for them," Aunt Petunia said, her haughty demeanor returning.

Harry had no choice but to agree. He hadn’t really thought about how they would eat. He could only hope that Hermione would be better prepared. She was certainly familiar enough with the Dursleys’ penchant for withholding nourishment. They’d just have to figure something out. Maybe if Mrs. Weasley wasn’t too upset with them she’d send something, or maybe Ginny would help…

Ginny.

On second thought, Harry decided that she couldn’t be involved with this in any way. It wasn’t fair to her, and he didn’t think he could stand to have her so close and yet so far. They’d have to come up with something else.

But her presence here would certainly be a nice contrast to Aunt Petunia, his mind said, betraying him.

Stop it, he told himself firmly. Ginny would not be involved.

"I’m going to send an owl. I’m certain they’ll be able to arrive shortly – they’re both of age," Harry said, watching the panic fill Aunt Petunia’s eyes once again.

"What does that mean? They’re able to do…to…to use their things? I won’t have it in this house. You said they were coming here for research," she said, a whine in her voice.

"Aunt Petunia, they’re coming here to work out how to do a spell that you asked me to do. Are you telling me that they can’t use magic to do it?" Harry asked, thoroughly enjoying his aunt’s conundrum.

Aunt Petunia’s lips thinned into a tiny sliver of a line. "One time and one time only. You owe me that much. You’re to help your cousin, and then you and your friends are to get out. I want nothing more to do with you or your kind. Vernon can see nothing unusual – he’s unhappy enough with you as it is."

"So what’s new about that?" Harry mumbled.

"He’s been muttering about the fact that you came into an inheritance and didn’t bother to make us aware of that situation," Aunt Petunia said with obvious disapproval. "We’ve provided you with house and board for sixteen years; certainly, if you’ve come into a house of your own, we deserve something for our trouble."

"You won’t get anything that belonged to Sirius," Harry said hotly. He might not want anything to do with Grimmauld Place either, but he certainly wasn’t about to let them get their grubby paws on it. He owed Sirius that much. Taking a deep breath to control his temper, he said through gritted teeth, "It wouldn’t do you any good, anyway. It’s a wizarding house – Muggles can’t see it. Although I suppose Dudley might be able to see it, actually…"

Aunt Petunia’s eyes widened with panic. "Enough. Diddyums most certainly will not be seeing any of your unnaturalness. Go and send your letter…and tell them to bring their own food," she snapped before storming from the room.

Harry smiled grimly. Whenever it was that he’d be leaving this house to start the search for the Horcruxes couldn’t be soon enough.

The ringing of the doorbell startled Harry from his deep thoughts. He’d been up in his room, unpacking his few meager belongings from his school trunk. He reckoned that he and Ron would be quite cramped in his small bedroom, so a little organization couldn’t hurt. He wanted to be done with it before Hermione arrived and saw him doing it, however. There was no sense in letting her think she’d had any influence over him, or he’d never hear the end of it.

He glanced at the clock and was relieved to note they still had a half-hour before Uncle Vernon was due home. That should be just enough time to get settled and give Aunt Petunia some space to let him know they would be here. Even if they stayed confined for the most part to Harry’s room, there was no way for Uncle Vernon not to notice three extra people using the bathroom.

Hopefully, Aunt Petunia would think of something to placate him, and then Harry, Ron, and Hermione could just stay out of his way. It would be best for all of them to avoid a confrontation. Of course, having Ron

attempting to live as a Muggle ought to be a task worthy of the TriWizard tournament itself, Harry thought with a chuckle.

He was nearly gleeful with anticipation and was amused to realize that he’d never once before eagerly anticipated anything to do with the Dursleys as much as he was Ron’s presence in their very ordered life. It would be worth a few good telling-offs, actually.

He shut the door to his bedroom and hurried down the stairs, quietly noting Aunt Petunia straining her neck in order to peer out from the kitchen. Dudley was nowhere in sight.

Harry swung the door open wide just as the bell rang again.

"…you know anyone heard it the first time?" Ron was asking.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Hi, Harry," she said brightly before releasing a horrified gasp. "Harry! What happened to your face?"

Harry put a hand to his cheek, wincing at the deep bruising. He’d been so lost in his musings that he hadn’t even paid attention. "Long story. I’ve got loads to tell you."

Hermione looked dubious. "Is everything settled?"

"’Course it is," Ron said, taking Hermione by the arm and firmly ushering her inside. He obviously wasn’t about to take any of the Dursleys’ excuses. "Just stop talking for a minute and let him tell us what’s happening…then we can decide what to do about it."

Harry stepped back, grinning, and allowed them to enter. "Everything’s fine, Hermione. Come on upstairs, and we can talk privately."

Neither Ron nor Hermione made any effort to move. They both stood in the hallway, looking around the house. He saw Hermione frowning at the abundance of pictures of Dudley adorning the walls and every spare bit of surface space in the parlor. Harry was amused to notice that there was now a new picture perched on top of the table that only hours ago had sported the broken vase.

Ron grunted his displeasure, while Hermione’s brows knitted as she scowled. Harry couldn’t blame them; Dudley wasn’t much to look at, that was for certain. Harry was keen to get them out of the parlor and away from Aunt Petunia’s prying eyes before her nosiness might allow her to learn anything he didn’t want her to know.

"Uncle Vernon will be home soon, so it’s better if we go upstairs. I’ve got loads to tell you," Harry said, trying to steer his friends toward the stairway.

Hermione, however, was peering over his shoulder with interest.

"You must be Harry’s Aunt Petunia," she said. "I’m Hermione Granger. You’ve probably heard Harry mention me. We’ve been friends since our first year."

Harry groaned inwardly. Too late.

"Can you do it? Can you help my Dudley?" Aunt Petunia asked, ignoring Hermione’s outstretched hand and peering intently at her face.

"Help him to do what?" she asked, startled.

Aunt Petunia whirled on Harry. "I thought you said they’d know what to do," she hissed. "I allowed them to come here, because you said they could help him. They’re in your year…why do they know how to do it if you can’t?" She pointed her bony finger at Ron disapprovingly. "I recognize that one from that family who came to collect you and destroyed our parlor a few years back."

"I said I’d need some assistance, and they’re it," Harry said trying to placate her. "Unlike me, neither is underage. I only had time to tell them I needed some help – they don’t know all the details yet. Just give us a little time, and we’ll get it all set to rights."

"What’s going on here, Harry?" Ron asked, his eyes darting back and forth between Harry and Aunt Petunia.

"Not now, Ron," Harry said, glaring.

"How long will all this take?" Aunt Petunia demanded. "I can only appease your uncle for so long. I want this done and you out of this house as quickly as possible."

"Nothing will please me more," Harry said through clenched teeth. "Give us a fortnight, and we’ll never have to see each other again."

"Mrs. Dursley…" Hermione said, her eyes wide.

"A fortnight? That long? Do you really expect me to keep you here that long?" Aunt Petunia screeched.

"I assume you want it done right without any mistakes that might affect Dudley?" Harry asked.

Aunt Petunia paled. "You better not do anything to hurt my Dudley. That would be just like you, wouldn’t it? I don’t know why I’m trusting the likes of you with this. You’ve always been jealous of Dudley, because you could never be like him."

"Now, wait a moment, Mrs. Dursley…" Hermione tried again, shocked.

Neither Harry nor his aunt paused to look at her.

Harry rolled his eyes. "That’s just what I’ve always wanted – to be more like Diddydinkums. You’re trusting it to me, because you really don’t have any choice, do you? Of course, if you’d rather we just leave now…"

Aunt Petunia glared at him for several moments before her shoulders sagged in defeat. "Get upstairs and keep quiet until I can talk to your uncle. Under no circumstances are you to upset Dudley."

Before the words were even completely out of Aunt Petunia’s mouth, the front door swung open, revealing the startled face of Vernon Dursley. He stopped in his tracks and looked with confusion at the faces staring back at him.

Slowly, his color turned a deeper and deeper shade of red before he started spluttering. "You! What the devil are you doing here? What is the meaning of this?" His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What have you done to my family this time, boy?"

"Hello, Uncle Vernon," Harry said dryly.

"Don’t you take that tone with me. You are no longer welcome here – not that you ever were. Get out and take your damn friends with you," Vernon snarled.

Harry smirked. "I think Aunt Petunia might disagree with you."

Aunt Petunia glared at him viciously.

Uncle Vernon turned an enraged expression from Harry towards Aunt Petunia, but seemed to whither a bit under her scrutiny. "Petunia?" he whined.

"They need to stay, Vernon. They won’t be here long, and when they leave, we’ll be rid of him for good," she said, waving her hand in Harry’s general direction.

"But...but…but," Vernon said, spluttering.

"I’m not any happier about it than you are, Vernon, but this is how it’s going to be," she said firmly.

Uncle Vernon’s shoulders slumped momentarily before he turned back on Harry. "I won’t stand for any of your funny business, boy, and I want to talk to you about this inheritance you so neatly forgot to mention last summer. What was it? Your dead convict of a godfather leaving you a house. Thought you’d hoard that information all to yourself, did you?"

Harry’s face remained impassive.

"It won’t do us any good, Vernon. It’s a…a…unnatural house. We wouldn’t even be able to see it, and it’s full of freakish things," Aunt Petunia said with a shudder. She turned on Harry. "Go upstairs and settle in for the night. You’ll have to provide for yourselves, as we’re going out to eat."

Harry turned towards his friends, who were staring at him in stunned silence. "Up the stairs, first door on the right," he said, jerking his head toward the stairs.

Ron and Hermione hurried up without another word.

As Harry lay in his bed that night feeling much older than his sixteen years, he wished his mind was as tired as his body. He had filled Ron and Hermione in about everything that had happened with Dudley and Aunt

Petunia’s explanations for it. He had to admit, he’d enjoyed listening to Ron and Hermione’s outraged indignation to the way Harry’s relatives spoke to him.

Ron kept coming up with more and more names of the twins’ inventions to use on them, and even Hermione had suggested a curse or two. It warmed Harry’s heart to hear them, even if he would never allow them to get into trouble for doing something to the Dursleys. He enjoyed plotting it, nonetheless.

Hermione’s parents hadn’t wanted to let her go – they’d only seen her once during the whole year, at Christmastime – but Hermione had insisted that she was considered an adult in the Wizarding world now, and this was something she had to do.

Ron had been much less forthcoming about how his big revelation went at the Burrow. After much needling and cajoling from Harry and Hermione, Ron had finally admitted that he’d only told his mum that he was staying at Privet Drive with Harry, not that he wasn’t planning on returning to school at all come September. Hermione had scowled her disapproval and uttered something that sounded distinctly like coward.

They’d talked much more about Dudley and what Dumbledore could have done to mask Dudley’s magic. Harry still had trouble reconciling himself with the idea that Dudley was a wizard. It was mind-boggling. In the end, Hermione had promised to look into it while they were staying on Privet Drive. It would be something to pass the time, and if worse came to worse, she could simply cast a Cheering Charm before they left. That would keep Dudley happy for while.

It had been very late when they’d finally crawled into bed. Harry had shown Hermione to the guestroom and suggested she add a lock to her door. Ron hadn’t wanted to leave her alone, but shut up quickly after Harry suggested he stay in there with her. Harry smiled in the darkness, remembering the expression on Ron’s face. Hermione had transfigured Harry’s desk into another bed for the night, with the promise to make some changes to Harry’s room in the morning.

Harry hadn’t asked Ron or Hermione about Ginny, and neither had brought her up. He couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not. He knew he should just let her go, but he’d never expected how hard that was going to be. He was doing the right thing…wasn’t he? He had to keep her safe at all costs. If anything happened to her because of him…Harry didn’t think he’d ever be able to survive it.

When he’d been with her these past weeks, it had felt like, for one brief shining moment in his life, he’d been normal. Nothing else had mattered. Not Voldemort, not the Horcruxes, not a prophecy. He was just Harry Potter, a sixteen-year old wizard falling in love with a beautiful, red-haired witch.

Falling in love?

Wait a minute… Where had that thought come from? Harry didn’t know whether he loved Ginny or not – he hadn’t even considered it before now. How was he supposed to know what love was? All he knew was the way

she made him feel – so alive. She made him feel like he could do anything.

Being with Ginny had made him want more out of life.

He knew what the prophecy said, and half of him had always suspected that he was going to die, anyway. He’d just hoped he could take Voldemort with him. But she had to go and make him want more. She’d made him see the possibility of what life could be like, and, damn it, he wanted more.

Harry groaned and rolled over, viciously punching his pillow.

"Harry," Ron’s voice called sleepily.

Harry froze; he’d forgotten Ron was there.

"Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

Ron was quiet for a moment, and Harry thought he’d gone back to sleep when Ron suddenly spoke again. "Ginny didn’t seem pleased that I was coming here with you," he said, in a voice that was much too casual to be natural.

Harry felt as if all the air had been compressed from his lungs. "Oh," he replied in a choked voice.

Ron fell silent again, as if waiting for Harry to say something more. When Harry didn’t respond, he said, "You broke up with her, didn’t you?"

Harry took a deep shuddering breath. "Yeah," he replied, bracing himself in case Ron leaped upon him.

Ron sighed heavily. "I think you made the right choice," he said. "It would be too dangerous for her to come with us. You’ll have a lot to make up to her when this is over, though."

To say he was surprised was a massive understatement. Still, he steeled himself for what he was about to say. "I didn’t ask her to wait for me, Ron. We have no idea how long this is going to take, or if I’ll even be around when it’s finished."

"Don’t talk like that, Harry," Ron said fiercely. "Of course you will. And she’ll wait."

Ron fell silent again, and this time it was Harry who waited for him to say more. Finally, realizing that Ron wasn’t going to add anything to that statement, Harry couldn’t contain his curiosity. He wished he could control that hope that flared within his heart, but he couldn’t. He didn’t even know how to begin to try.

"How do you know?" he asked tentatively.

"She told me to take care of you," Ron said. "As if that isn’t what I always do," he added with a snort.

Harry hastily swiped his eyes with the back of his hand. She does care.

"Thanks, Ron," he said, hating how gruff his voice sounded. He rolled back over on his side and listened to the sounds of insects flying outside the open window, his mind running over pleasant memories of the all-too-brief time he’d spent with Ginny.

Ron’s voice once again broke the silence of the room.

"Of course, after this is all over, if you ever break her heart again, I’ll have to beat you senseless."

Harry grinned into his pillow. "You could try."

"Don’t think I won’t."

"Night, Ron."

"Night, Harry."

Chapter Two

When One Door Closes…

The next morning, Harry was awakened by the sound of Ron’s snoring, which was causing the entire room to shake. Combined with Dudley’s snores coming from the room next door, it sounded as if a battle of the bands was taking place.

Harry sniggered.

Uncle Vernon must be loving this. Of course, he snored fairly loudly himself, so maybe he was missing it. The door to Harry’s bedroom creaked open, and a disgruntled Hermione stuck her face inside.

"Does he always snore that loudly?" she asked testily.

"Pretty much," Harry replied, grinning. He pulled the covers up closely to his bare chest, suddenly becoming aware of his state of undress. "Er, what are you doing in here, Hermione?"

Hermione’s cheeks turned pink, as if she just realized what she’d done. He noticed her gaze remained fixed on Ron’s bare chest as he lay uncovered on his bed, his arms flung open wide.

"Hermione," Harry repeated.

She started. "Oh! I mean, erm…I just couldn’t sleep with all that racket. I’m going to Apparate into Diagon Alley and pick up some books at Flourish and Blotts that might help us with our search. I’ll get some breakfast while I’m out. Try and wake Sleeping Beauty there; we’ve got loads to do when I get back."

Hermione had, thankfully, thought to bring sandwiches and snacks with her when she’d arrived yesterday, and they’d feasted in Harry’s room. He was grateful that she’d offered to get breakfast and relieved him of the duty of having to explain that the Dursleys wouldn’t be feeding them.

"All right. Be careful," Harry said.

"Honestly, Harry. I’m only going to Diagon Alley. I’ll be back before you know it. What do the Dursleys like to eat? I could pick something up for them while I’m out, too."

Harry just stared at her, mouth agape. "You…you…you want to get breakfast for the Dursleys?" he asked, unable to wrap his mind around the idea.

"Well, if I’m getting something for us, it would be the polite thing to do. I think that if we just made an effort you all could come to an understanding. You’re her nephew, after all, and she’s raised you since you were a baby. She came to you for help, and I think you have the chance to really build a relationship here, Harry."

Harry’s mouth opened and closed wordlessly. Had his friend finally gone mad? He knew exactly what would happen if Hermione brought back food to the Dursleys – they’d sooner let it knock into their heads than touch it. They did as much last year with the wine Professor Dumbledore had offered them. He also knew Hermione well enough to understand that nothing he could say would dissuade her from her campaign.

"Why don’t you just get a variety of pastries," he said. He was amused with the idea that Hermione’s latest crusade appeared to be to enlighten the Dursleys. Harry knew she stood a better chance with the house-elves. In fact, he’d spent most of his life being treated like a house-elf by the Dursleys. Between Ron trying to live like a Muggle and Hermione trying to civilize the Dursleys, this would be the most entertainment he’d had on Privet Drive in his entire life

After Hermione had left, Harry took a shower – a very long shower once he got distracted with thoughts of Ginny again – and then went to awaken Ron. He tried calling his friend’s name several times, and when that didn’t work, he lobbed a pillow at his head.

"What the… Bloody hell, Harry. What’d you do that for?" Ron asked grumpily, throwing the offending pillow back at Harry and pulling the covers over his head.

"Come on and get up. Hermione told me to have you up and dressed by the time she returned," Harry said, grinning at Ron for jumping to attention at the mention of Hermione’s name.

"What? Returns from where? Where is she?" Ron asked.

"She went to Flourish and Blotts to get us some research material and also to pick us up some breakfast," Harry replied, tossing Ron’s dressing gown at him.

"The shower gets wonky with the hot water sometimes. If it gets too hot, just jiggle the handle, and it resets itself," Harry said.

"Jiggle the handle," Ron repeated blankly.

"Yeah," Harry said absently, opening the window to let in the owl delivering the Daily Prophet. He paid for the paper and turned back to find Ron still sitting there.

"What?"

"I can’t just tell the shower how hot I want it to be?" Ron asked, although it sounded more like a whine.

Harry remembered his first summer at the Burrow, when he was twelve and standing naked in Ron’s shower, completely perplexed over the lack of a handle to turn the water off and on. He’d broken out in goose bumps before it had finally occurred to him simply to ask the water to begin spraying.

Taking pity on his friend, he grinned and said, "Come on. I’ll show you how the common folk live."

By the time Ron had finished with his shower and returned to Harry’s room (with the echo of Aunt Petunia huffing over the waste of water), Hermione had returned from her visit to Diagon Alley.

She burst into the room in a foul temper, angrily swiping the hair from her face. She dropped a heavy load of books onto Harry’s rickety old desk and plopped a box full of more pastries than even Ron could eat onto the bed.

"Your relatives weren’t hungry, so there’s plenty to eat," she said stiffly.

Harry really tried his best not to grin. Really.

"What did they do? Throw them at you?" he asked.

"They’re under the impression that I did something to the pastries. Honestly, Harry, I can’t believe that you ever tried to poison them, so I don’t know what all the fuss is about," she sniffed.

"They hate anything – and anyone – associated with magic. It has nothing to do with you, Hermione. It’s just how they are," Harry replied, shrugging his shoulders.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed. "Well, that’s just as bigoted and narrow-minded as the Malfoys’ view of Muggles."

Harry supposed she was right. "Yeah. Now that you mention it, I think Dudley and Malfoy could have actually been mates."

"There’s an unpleasant thought," said Ron with a grimace. He’d already opened the box of pastries and held one in each hand. He took a bite of one, causing jam to squirt up on the side of his face. He slowly licked it off. "Mmmm, this is brilliant. I love you, Hermione."

Hermione’s cheeks turned pink as she hurriedly looked away and selected her own pastry.

Harry wasn’t certain what was happening between his two best friends. He’d thought that maybe they’d come to some sort of an understanding at Dumbledore’s funeral, but they hadn’t said anything to him. In fact, they were acting pretty much the same as they always did – except for a lot more blushing.

He didn’t know how he felt about it. He wanted his friends to be happy, but the idea of sitting on the sidelines and watching them fall in love while his own heart was aching was more than he could bear.

Ginny.

Things were different for Ron and Hermione, though. They were together on this quest for the Horcruxes. They were a team and worked much better with each other than apart. Harry watched his friends out of the corner of his eye as he ate his own pastry. Ron was doing a good job on both of his, but Harry noticed him pausing every once in a while to sneak a glance at Hermione. For her part, Hermione was much more discreet, but she was also copping her fair share of peeks at Ron. Harry thought there must be some powerful feelings between them if Hermione could distract Ron from food.

It was different for Ginny and him, though, wasn’t it? He had to protect her…she was better off far away from him. Still, the battle raged within his mind. For those few weeks that they’d shared together, he’d felt as if he could conquer anything. He’d felt so much stronger when she’d been by his side.

No! Stop!

He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t even allow his traitorous heart to think it. Ginny shouldn’t be anywhere near him.

He had to be the one to do this thing. Even if Ron and Hermione were with him on the hunt for the Horcruxes, he had absolutely no intention whatsoever of letting them get anywhere near Voldemort when the final battle raged. He’d take Voldemort out, and maybe die in the process, but he’d be certain that neither of his friends was anywhere near him when that happened. He could never allow any of them to become another spare. Especially Ginny.

An image rose unbidden in his mind of Cedric’s lifeless eyes staring from his crumpled body in a graveyard. Harry shuddered as his mind played a trick and warped the body into Ginny. Her warm, brown eyes – eyes that could melt an iceberg – stared blankly, almost accusingly, through him. He couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t.

He glanced up at Ron and Hermione in time to see Hermione use a napkin to wipe away the jam that still remained on the corner of Ron’s mouth.

It would be wrong of Harry to begrudge them this happiness, no matter how much his heart ached to see it. Hadn’t Professor McGonagall said that Professor Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think there was a little more love in the world?

He’d personally told Harry that love was his greatest strength, so why was he pushing it away?

No!

It was different for Ginny and him. Everything was always different for him, and he’d only end up getting her killed, or forcing her to watch as he died. No. It was better for her own sake to keep her away. He’d never want her to have to suffer the kind of horror and pain that he’d felt when he’d watched Sirius slip through that Veil.

Harry shook his head, steeling his resolve. This was the way it had to be.

"Okay." Hermione’s voice dragged Harry out of his thoughts. "Let’s start with this room. It definitely needs some improvements." She scowled as her gaze roamed around the stacks of broken toys cluttered in the corner and the rundown condition of Harry’s small bed. She withdrew her wand from her sleeve.

"We can’t use magic," Harry said quickly. "The Ministry can’t detect who is doing the magic, only that it’s being done here, and I’ll get another reprimand. Dumbledore told me that’s why I got the letter when Dobby levitated my aunt’s pudding."

"Not to worry, mate," Ron said, his mouth still full of pastry. "My dad said he’d inform Matilda Hopkirk at the Ministry that Hermione and I were staying here this summer, and we’re both of age."

"So…then…they won’t do anything if I use my wand, either. Right?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow.

"No, Harry," Hermione said firmly. "You’re still underage, and we have to play by the rules if we want to avoid any trouble from the Ministry. They could still use a Priori Incantatum to see if your wand has been used. Let Ron and me handle the spells while we’re here."

Harry scowled, feeling that old, familiar resentment arise within his heart. Dumbledore had always tried to shield him, and look at how well that turned out in the end. "Yeah. I’ll just sit back and be a good little boy – like I always do."

"Right," Ron said, choking slightly on a piece of his pastry. "You’re so good at staying out of trouble. It’s not our fault you’re such a young ‘un."

A reluctant smile spread across Harry’s face. "Shut it," he mumbled, but it was no use. It was impossible to stay in a foul mood when he had Ron and Hermione here with him on Privet Drive.

"So…what kind of changes do you have in mind?" he asked, looking back at Hermione.

"Oh, something like this," Hermione said much too casually, as if she’d been thinking of nothing else since she’d arrived. She waved her wand toward the mess of Dudley’s old things in the corner and vanished them completely.

She turned towards Harry’s desk, and, with a brief flick of her wand, the chipped, sagging old wood transfigured into a polished cherry and doubled in size. Shiny brass knobs appeared on the drawers, and a small bookshelf formed on the top.

Harry’s jaw dropped in amazement. "Nice transfiguration, Hermione."

She wasn’t finished. She turned her wand towards his bed – really, just a threadbare old mattress on top of a box spring that sagged in the middle. It immediately transformed into a replica of his beloved four-poster bed at Hogwarts, complete with a fluffy red duvet.

Harry felt as if his face would burst from smiling so wildly. "Wicked," he said.

Hermione aimed her wand at the window. The bolts that had once held bars in place disappeared, and the window adjusted itself so the panes could swing outward, letting in a nice summer breeze. Heavy curtains in a shade of red that matched his bed linens appeared, tied back with gold braids.

Harry had never had curtains in his room before, and honestly, he’d never really even noticed. He was stunned at the difference it made.

"Oh, I know what I want to do with that," Ron said, sounding disgusted.

Harry turned to see him pointing towards the cat flap on the door.

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

Ron answered before Harry could change the subject. "They used to shove his food through there when they locked him up after first year."

Hermione’s lips thinned into slivers. "What did you have in mind, Ron?" she asked, her voice sounding extremely shrill.

"Remember that drive-through place your parents took us to yesterday?" Ron asked, grinning.

Hermione’s face lit up with a memory. "I know exactly what you have in mind," she said.

Harry frowned. He did want them together, but he wasn’t certain that he liked this secret language that only they appeared to understand. "Erm?"

Hermione flicked her wand again, but the cat flap appeared unchanged.

"Did it work?" asked Ron.

"Try it," replied Hermione.

Ron lay down on his belly in front of the door.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, perplexed.

"I’d like three cheeseburgers and some crisps, please," Ron said, speaking to the cat flap.

Before Harry even had the chance to ask Ron if he’d gone mad, the food Ron had requested slid from the flap on the door. Harry blinked in surprise.

"Have a nice day," a voice echoed from the cat flap.

Hermione grinned, and Ron looked as if he’d died and went to heaven. He unwrapped a cheeseburger and took a bite. "Mmmm."

"What do you think, Harry?" Hermione asked.

Harry had yet to remove his eyes from the cat flap. Slowly, a delighted grin spread across his face. "I think the smell of that food alone will drive Dudley mad."

"It’s cold down here on the floor, though," Ron said, his voice muffled with burger. "Can you do something about that, Hermione?"

Hermione flicked her wand yet again, and a lush soft carpet covered the floor. "It’s going to be a bit crowded in here, though," Hermione said thoughtfully before closing her eyes.

Harry’s eyes widened as the walls began to shift outward, enlarging the room to nearly double its original size. Quickly, Hermione transfigured Ron’s conjured camp bed into a duplicate of his bed at Hogwarts. "There," Hermione said with an air of satisfaction.

"My aunt is going to flip," Harry said with glee.

"The house won’t appear any different from the outside, so it’s only if they come in here that they’ll notice," Hermione said.

"Oh, believe me, Aunt Petunia will be sticking her head in. I’m certain the curiosity over what we’re doing up here is killing her," Harry said grimly.

Hermione bit her lip. "She won’t be angry, will she?"

"Of course she will," Harry said happily. "Not only did we perform magic, but now my room is nicer than Dudley’s. She’ll despise it."

Hermione frowned. "That certainly can’t be a reason, Harry. She doesn’t like the magic, but she’s coming around now because of Dudley."

"Okay," he replied. He knew Hermione was only setting herself up for disappointment. He only hoped his relatives wouldn’t be too hard on her. He didn’t want to see them hurt her; she was truly trying to

help. He could handle the snubs – he’d had loads of practice – but he wasn’t about to let them take out their prejudice on her.

Their days at Privet Drive passed slowly, and Harry felt the stirrings of restlessness growing within him as they approached the day they would leave forever. He felt as if he were wound tight as a drum and plunged himself into the books that Hermione had brought back from Diagon Alley in an attempt at distraction.

He’d been having trouble sleeping, and dark circles had appeared beneath his eyes. Each night when he’d try to settle down to sleep, thoughts and vague memories would churn in his head, and he couldn’t turn them off.

The locket, the cup, the snake, and something of Gryffindor or Ravenclaw…

At times, he felt confident and ready to rush out and begin the hunt. The forced confinement grated on his nerves, and he was certain he’d worn a layer off his teeth from grinding them. At other times, the task at hand appeared so overwhelming that he felt hopeless and full of despair. The fake Horcrux that he always kept in his pocket seemed to mock him.

It was at these times that he’d retreat into himself, growing distant and increasingly quiet. He could see the concerned glances shared between Ron and Hermione when they thought he wasn’t looking, but he pretended not to notice and continued with his research.

Hermione had set him the task of writing down everything he could remember from the Pensieve memories that Professor Dumbledore had shown him, in addition to any comments that the headmaster might have made about Tom Riddle. They hoped for some clues that could help them narrow their search. He’d placed a charm on his notes similar to the Marauders map so that no one else would be able to read back what he’d written. The phrase he’d chosen as his password: I solemnly swear I’m up to some kick-**** good.

Actually, the kick-**** part had been Ron’s idea, and the two boys had chuckled over it for so long that Hermione had left the room in a huff. Ron’s task had been to scour old Hogwarts lists in an attempt to locate the mysterious RAB, but he claimed it was hopeless.

Hermione spent her time looking for references of Horcruxes, which thus far had proved futile. It seemed no one in the wizarding world wanted to discuss them. Harry had started referring to them as The-Items-That-Can’t-Be-Named, causing Ron to snort his fizzy soda. He’d been nicking it from Dudley’s stash since he’d arrived on Privet Drive. Harry had begun to wonder if maybe the library at Grimmuald Place would be a good place to find something on Horcruxes – it had been full of dark magic items – but he wasn’t certain if it had been completely cleaned out or not. He still didn’t have the heart to go there, so he pushed that thought to the back of his mind for the moment.

Ron’s complete and utter cluelessness about normal Muggle life was comical, and Harry enjoyed having the shoe on the other foot. He remembered all too well the blunders he’d made when he’d first entered

the wizarding world, and how Ron had enjoyed taking the mickey out of him for most of his mistakes. Payback was sweet.

For several days, their paths and Dudley’s hadn’t crossed, but on a sunny afternoon when the trio had abandoned Harry’s room to sit in the back garden that all changed.

"What’s this?" Ron asked, holding up a statue of a funny little man with a scrunched up face.

"It’s a garden gnome," Harry answered absently as he scribbled in his notebook.

"No. It isn’t," Ron said with disgust. "Don’t be stupid."

"It’s what Muggles call gnomes, Ron," Hermione answered patiently, giving his book a gentle shove back in his direction. Ron had grown increasingly bored with all their revising and constantly looked for diversions.

"Hey, Harry, think fast," Ron said, tossing the ugly gnome towards Harry, who managed to catch it before it splattered dirt all over his notes.

Harry tossed it back without comment, and it sailed over Ron’s head, just missing his reach. "I can see you’re out of practice. Good thing we’re not going back to school, or I’d probably have to throw you off the team," Harry said, managing to keep a straight face. He, too, was feeling restless, and winding Ron up seemed like as good idea as any.

"Throw me off the team, is it now?" Ron asked, drawing himself up to his full height. "Then who exactly would warn you about all those Bludgers that seem to follow you around all the time, Chosen Boy?"

With that, Ron launched himself at Harry and pinned him to the ground. The two boys rolled on the ground, wrestling with each other for a few moments and ignoring Hermione’s huffs until Ron finally had Harry pinned with his forearm across Harry’s throat.

"Yeah, you’ve got it right. The little runt never could stand to have anyone’s hands on his neck," Dudley’s voice sounded from the corner of the garden. None of the three had noticed him standing there watching them

Harry froze at the sound of Dudley’s voice, his mouth forming a slight "O". Dudley had avoided them as if his life depended on it since their arrival, and he hadn’t so much as spoken to Harry since the incident with the vase.

"What are you on about?" Ron asked, a hard edge to his voice.

"That’s what he always used to hate the most when me and my mates used to chase him, too," Dudley said, nodding his approval.

Ron rolled off of Harry and stood up quickly, his ears growing redder by the minute. Harry raised himself up on his elbows, curious to see

how Dudley and Ron interacted, yet ready to pounce if things got out of control.

"I always wondered why you red-haired lot put up with him and had him come to stay at your house for summers. I can see now that he’s your target practice. I always used him for that, too. He always gives a good chase, but you can get him if you use your mates," Dudley said with a self-satisfied smirk.

"We don’t all gang up on Harry," Ron said indignantly. He reached down and pulled Harry to his feet, as if trying to prove there were no hard feelings. "He’s our friend."

"Friend," Dudley said, scoffing. "Who’d want to be friends with him?"

"I do," Ron said vehemently. "Just like my brothers, my sister, and anyone else who knows him. He’s the best friend anyone could ask for, and we’d all do anything for him. Could you say the same for your mates, Dudley?"

Dudley appeared taken aback by Ron’s fierce loyalty. He stared back and forth between Ron and Harry several times, as if unable to wrap his small mind around the fact that someone would actually like Harry. "He…he knows how to do stuff with his stick-thing…but without that, he’s nothing but a pathetic little runt who messes up everything. He doesn’t have any real mates. My mates stick with me, because they know I’m the strongest."

"Dudley," Hermione said gently, "Ron and Harry were just playing around. Certainly at some point while you were growing up you and Harry must have gotten on…once in a while."

"I’d never do anything with that freak," Dudley said.

"Freak," Ron said in disgust. "You don’t even know him, do you?"

"He is a lot like Malfoy, isn’t he? I’ve never noticed it before now, but Ron’s right. He never did much on his own, either – always had to have his little gang behind him. You should have come to Hogwarts when I went, Duds. Maybe you could have been one of Malfoy’s goons, too. I’m certain they would have placed you in Slytherin," Harry said, unable to resist taunting his cousin back any longer.

"I’m telling mum you said the name of that school of yours," Dudley said, backing towards the door, apparently very confused over the loyalty amongst the trio.

"What? Hogwarts? But Dudley, you should have gone there, too. You’re a wizard, after all," Harry said.

"Harry," Hermione said, grabbing his arm, but Harry ignored her.

"I never should have gone there. I’m not a freak like you lot," Dudley said, taking a step towards them.

"He’d have never been able to handle it, anyway, Harry," Ron said. "He’d be just another Crabbe or Goyle, fumbling his way through."

"I’m not a wizard," Dudley shouted, growing ever more enraged. His piggy eyes were flashing as he clenched and unclenched his massive fists.

"I’m surprised you haven’t taken full advantage of it, though," Ron mused casually, leaning back against a tree and crossing his arms over his chest. "I mean…being able to use magic and all. From what Harry tells me, your favorite pasttime is picking on little kids. I’m certain you could have really scared some little Muggle kids by using magic…or frighten your mates into doing whatever you wanted. That’s the way you work, right?"

"What do you mean?" Dudley asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Ron! Ignore him, Dudley. He knows you can’t use magic on Muggles without getting into trouble, and besides, you wouldn’t want to intimidate any of your friends. That’s not what magic is all about," Hermione said, glaring at Ron.

Dudley’s eyes gleamed, as if a light switch had just been turned. "I could make them do anything I wanted, couldn’t I?"

Harry shivered. Dudley’s reaction had eerily reminded him of the memories he’d seen of a young Tom Riddle. "Stop it. You’ll never have the chance to go to Hogwarts now, so it’s a moot point. Aunt Petunia saw to that."

"I don’t need your stupid school, anyway. I can make this stuff happen just by getting angry. Things always happen when I’m angry…and you can’t do anything about it. She said it herself. You’re not allowed to use magic against Mubbles," Dudley said, pointing at Hermione with a victorious glint in his eye.

"Just one problem with that, Duds," Harry replied. "You’re not a Muggle; you’re a wizard."

"Enough of this," Aunt Petunia hissed, entering the back garden in a towering rage. "You were warned not to upset him and to stay away from him. I won’t have you corrupting him with your vile ways." As she spoke, Aunt Petunia stood in front of Harry, with one hand on her hip and the other flicking a dishtowel at him.

Dudley smirked as he stood behind his mother. He always enjoyed seeing Harry get told off. "He said I was one of them, Mummy…that I could do….mag-"

"Don’t say it!" Aunt Petunia yelped, whipping around and slamming her hand over Dudley’s mouth. "Don’t even listen to them, popkin."

"But Mummy, if you’d have allowed me to go to that school, I could have got a thing, too. I would have been able to keep him in line around here," Dudley whined.

"Don’t speak of such things. I won’t have it. I’m not going through all that again. You are normal, Dudley. Never forget that," Aunt

Petunia said fervently. She’d grown increasingly paler as he spoke, and now appeared ready to faint away on the spot.

"But that was my decision to make, not yours," Dudley said, surprising Harry so much his jaw fell open. He’d never seen Dudley openly defy Aunt Petunia before; he usually only did it behind her back. Aunt Petunia was just as stunned, and she glared at Harry as if it were entirely his fault.

"I won’t speak of it again, Dudley. You’re to have nothing to do with that hellhole of a school," Aunt Petunia said, with that no-nonsense demeanor that Harry remembered so well.

A sick, nauseous feeling arose within him as he fully realized the extent of Aunt Petunia’s hatred of the magical world – and everyone it. "You really hated her, didn’t you?" he asked quietly.

He hadn’t expected her to answer; she never did when it pertained to his mother. He was shocked when she turned to face him, her eyes blazing. "I never hated her; I hated what she became. I thought when she was done with that devil of a school that she’d come to her senses and return to her family, but no. Your cretin of a father had her by then, and look how they ended up. Then you arrived on our doorstep, looking just like him. I had to look into her eyes and see his face.

"I won’t have my Dudley meet the same end; I won’t have it."

Harry was stunned. He opened and closed his mouth several times but couldn’t form the words.

"But, mum…I could be powerful," Dudley said.

Harry couldn’t contain his disbelief any longer. "Powerful? You’ve already had them jumping through hoops since you were born. What more did you want?" Harry’s mind was racing. Had magic played a part in the dominance that Dudley had always appeared to hold over his parents? Had he somehow influenced their decisions? Had he unintentionally been prodding them along to buy just one more gift all this time?

As usual, the Dursleys ignored Harry’s outburst.

"Popkin," Aunt Petunia said, putting a hand to Dudley’s face. "Of course you don’t want anything to do with all his foul nonsense. You’re better than that. He’s just trying to bring you down to his level."

Dudley shuddered. "You’re right. I don’t want any of this touching me. I’m normal." Dudley stormed over to Harry and poked his porky finger at Harry’s chest repeatedly. "I’m normal. You hear that, Potter? I’m normal."

"Could have fooled me," Harry replied, finally recovering the use of his voice.

Ron moved next to Harry and shoved Dudley’s hand away. "Keep your grubby, normal hands off him."

"I warned you to stay away from him," Aunt Petunia hissed at Harry.

"We were out here working on the project that you asked us to do. He was the one who came out here with us," Harry replied.

"Well, stay in your room, then," Aunt Petunia snapped. "Heavens, if the neighbors have heard any of this you’ll be in for it. Do you hear me? Get inside and stay away from Dudley."

After Dudley and Aunt Petunia stormed inside the house, Ron turned towards Hermione. "Can you honestly think of any reason why Harry would want to continue a relationship with those people?"

"Because they’re his family," Hermione said stubbornly.

"No, they’re not," Harry said, shaking his head. "We share my mother’s blood, that’s all. You two have been my only family for a long time now." Harry quickly picked up his books and headed inside without looking back at Ron and Hermione.

Hermione’s attempts at striking up a friendship with Aunt Petunia had continued, but they had – of course – been futile. Harry had kept trying to tell her, but she wouldn’t listen. He’d wondered if his aunt might actually enjoy some female company for a change, but Aunt Petunia made it perfectly clear that she wanted nothing to do with Hermione. Oh, she’d let her help with chores – Aunt Petunia could never resist having someone else to boss around – but when it came to any kind of conversation, Hermione was rudely rebuffed.

At first, Aunt Petunia had merely been snippy, but as the days wore on and Hermione’s persistence refused to wane, Aunt Petunia’s comments had become increasingly rude and more biting. For Harry, it was basically what he’d expected to happen, but he was caught unprepared for Ron’s reaction.

Ron had always been quick to stand up for Hermione; from a very early age, he’d always taken exception to anyone other than him giving her a hard time. But his fury over the Dursleys’ comments to Hermione appeared extreme – even for Ron standards. He’d already threatened them several times, and once Harry had even had to step in before Ron drew his wand on Uncle Vernon. He wouldn’t have much cared if Uncle Vernon got hexed, but he was afraid Ron would get in trouble for Muggle-baiting.

The night before they were due to leave, Harry found his Aunt Petunia doing her nightly wipe-down in the kitchen. They hadn’t found any kind of spell that would subdue Dudley’s magic, although they hadn’t really had the time to look very hard. They’d decided simply to use Hermione’s original idea of a Cheering Charm. Harry wished someone had thought of that idea when he and Dudley were younger; it might have made Harry’s childhood a lot more pleasant.

"Aunt Petunia," Harry said quietly, hoping his uncle, who was watching the telly in the parlor, wouldn’t overhear him.

"What?" snapped Aunt Petunia.

"We’ve found something that should help Dudley. We’ll perform the spell tomorrow before we leave," he said.

Aunt Petunia froze, her hand shaking slightly as it held a sponge over the kitchen counter. "You’re certain this won’t hurt Dudley?"

"Yeah. He won’t even be aware when it’s done," Harry said.

Aunt Petunia nodded and went back to her scrubbing.

"I think we’re going to go to Godric’s Hollow. I want to see my parents’ graves," Harry said, uncertain why he’d chosen to share this bit of information with her. There was something about knowing that he was leaving forever that felt strange. He certainly felt nothing for the Dursleys and knew they didn’t want him any more than he wanted them. Still, they were all he’d known for nearly sixteen years, his only living family; he couldn’t help but feel he should say something.

Aunt Petunia hesitated again, although so briefly that Harry thought he must have imagined it. "Don’t leave a mess behind and take all your belongings with you – I won’t be handling anything strange to forward. And be certain not to take any of Dudley’s things."

Harry’s shoulders sagged. "Yes, Aunt Petunia," he said softly, already regretting his efforts. As he turned around, he came face to face with a pale Hermione and a positively livid Ron standing in the entryway of the kitchen.

"Hey," Harry said uncertainly. "We’re all set for tomorrow. Let’s just go back upstairs and finish our packing. We’ll leave in the morning."

"What is the meaning of this?" Uncle Vernon asked loudly as he stomped into the kitchen, glaring at finding Harry, Ron and Hermione there.

Before Harry could respond, Ron bit out, "I believe Harry just said that we’ll be leaving tomorrow."

"Good riddance to bad rubbish is what I always say," Uncle Vernon muttered, his countenance visibly brightening.

"Aren’t you even going to say goodbye and good luck to your nephew?" Ron asked, nearly snarling. "That’s certainly the very least you can do."

Uncle Vernon narrowed his piggy eyes at Harry. "That doddering old fool who was with you last year said you’d come of age this year. That means this is the last time we have to put up with all your nonsense, right?"

"That’s right," Harry said, smiling humorlessly. "I’ll be of age in a few weeks and a fully qualified wizard. I’m no longer in need of your services." Harry enjoyed the shudder of revulsion the word wizard caused amongst all his relatives. He just wanted to be done with all of this. It was time to move onward.

"Harry," Hermione said pleadingly. Her eyes darted to and fro between Harry and his uncle. "You want to leave here on good-"

"I don’t bloody well believe you lot," Ron said, his ears flaming. "What is wrong with you people? Do you know that I always felt a bit embarrassed about my house after the first time I saw this place, even with the bars on Harry’s window? I was stupid enough to feel ashamed of my house, thinking that Harry was coming from something better. What an idiot! I really can’t believe how stupid I was. It’s only now, watching your behavior, that I understand why Harry always seemed over the moon to arrive at my house. It’s no wonder. You lot are pathetic."

Harry stared at Ron with wide eyes, visibly reminded of Mr. Weasley and a similar reaction when he’d come to collect Harry for the Quidditch Cup. Harry had never been so proud to have Ron for a friend.

And Ron wasn’t done with Uncle Vernon. "My mum…my mum can holler with the best of them. She could probably even give a banshee a run for her money. But I know damn well that if I had been born a Squib, it would have changed nothing. She might have been disappointed, but she would have treated me the same, and expected the same from me as she did the rest of my siblings. And no matter how hard she was on me, she’d never allow anyone else to be.

"That’s what families are supposed do. You pathetic wankers don’t even know Harry. How could you? You don’t even know the kind of person you’ve had here all the time and the lengths he would go for you if you asked. The sad part is that I don’t think you’ll realize it even after he’s gone."

Harry looked up sharply in time to see a grimace cross Ron’s face after he’d said the words, and Harry felt a chill run down his spine. Aunt Petunia’s face had paled slightly, glancing quickly at Harry before returning her eyes to the floor.

Ron had withdrawn his wand and was waving it jerkily beneath the Dursleys’ noses, causing them to cringe back against the counters. Ron didn’t make any indication that he was going to curse them, and Harry was enjoying the tongue-lashing they were receiving, so he didn’t make any move to stop it.

"Damn it, if the Death Eaters only knew about you lot they’d have the best recruiting tool they’d ever come across, because I’ve never wanted to curse a Muggle as bad as I want to curse you. You know why I don’t? Because he—," Ron jammed his finger at Harry, "he won’t let me. Why, I’ll never know. He certainly has never done anything to deserve the likes of you as family.

"The funny thing is, those same Death Eaters who could use you wouldn’t do it because of the fact that you’re Muggles. And the only thing standing between you and them right now is him. So stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

"Come on, Harry; we’re getting out of here," Ron said, turning to leave the room. Hermione beamed at him, her eyes glowing with pride as she watched his retreating back.

Uncle Vernon’s face had gone from red to maroon and now displayed a nearly purple hue. He became much braver as soon as Ron moved his wand away. "I will not be spoken to with such disrespect in my own home by the likes of…of…of someone like you. You will all take all of your belongings and get out of my house in the morning," he raged, as if it had been his idea all along.

"No problem, Uncle Vernon. We’ll be gone come morning. You can even redecorate my old room," Harry said cheerfully, slapping the door to the cupboard under the stairs on his way past.

Hermione, who was walking directly in front of him, stopped sharply, causing him to bump into her.

"Herm-"

"What did you just say?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

Harry’s eyes widened, realizing his blunder. He’d never shared that particular story with Ron and Hermione. He’d always been a little embarrassed by it.

"Er, nothing. Just forget about it," Harry said, trying to hurry them along. Ron had now stopped, too, and was staring with curiosity at the series of locks and door jams along the cupboard entry.

Hermione shoved Harry’s arm out of the way and forcefully opened the door, gasping at what she found inside.

Harry’s eyes wandered over his old, familiar, cramped quarters. A lumpy old mattress with several springs poking out still rested on a wire camp bed. Several toy soldiers and broken chess pieces were scattered on a shelf. Spider webs had covered the slanted ceiling completely, and a heavy layer of dust covered everything inside. Harry vaguely wondered why Aunt Petunia hadn’t sanitized this spot like she did everywhere else. It was almost as if all the things that frightened her were hidden inside that cupboard.

Harry recognized his childlike writing on the walls. Just scribbles, really, beside his name. He’d once confiscated some of Dudley’s crayons and made a habit of nicking more whenever he’d got the chance. He could see a crude drawing of a birthday cake with candles drawn in different colors with gradual improvement in the drawing. He remembered adding to it each year on his birthday.

To say that Hermione exploded would be an understatement. She whirled toward the Dursleys, whipping Harry in the face with her hair as she spun around.

"How could you?" she screeched, baring her teeth like a wild animal.

Aunt Petunia averted her eyes to the floor, but Uncle Vernon puffed out his chest as if to defend himself. Hermione never gave him the chance.

"What?" Ron asked blankly.

"You loathsome, despicable cretins. To think I tried to tell him to be nicer to you. You actually kept him locked in a cupboard when he was just a little boy?" Hermione raged.

"They what?" Ron exploded, his head swinging wildly from Hermione to the cupboard to the Dursleys and back to Harry again.

Hermione ignored him. "You ought to be ashamed of yourselves," she hissed, raising her wand.

Harry grabbed her hand and pulled it away from Uncle Vernon just as she gave it an upward flick. Unfortunately, as he’d pulled it away he’d pulled it towards himself. He suddenly found himself hanging upside down by his ankle in the entry hall of Privet Drive.

Aunt Petunia shrieked and covered her eyes. Uncle Vernon shielded her with his body and pushed her back into the kitchen. The slamming of the kitchen door echoed in the silent hall for a moment.

"Er, Hermione…can you let me down?" Harry asked with amusement.

Hermione gasped and gently released Harry from the spell.

"You used Levicorpus. I can’t believe you used one of the Half-Blood Prince’s spells," Ron said in amazement. Harry could hear the delight in his voice.

"Never mind trying to use it on a Muggle. Are you trying to get yourself arrested, Hermione?" Harry asked, beaming at his friend.

"Ready to start living on the wild side?" Ron asked, grinning.

"Oh, shut it, you two. I was just so angry with them. I can’t believe you never told us about this, Harry," Hermione said, trying to maintain her dignity in the face of her laughing friends.

Harry shrugged. "It doesn’t matter now; let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day."

He could tell Hermione wanted to argue, but Harry didn’t give her the chance. He bolted up the stairs in front of them, leaving them to follow in his wake. Still, settling down in his bed that night, it was a very long time before he finally drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Three

…And Another Door Opens

The next morning, Harry awoke feeling groggy and disoriented. He blinked several times, trying to clear his head, but he just couldn’t manage to raise it from his pillow. He could hear raised voices coming from downstairs, and he dragged his pillow over his head in an attempt to drown out the noise. It had taken a long time for him finally to fall asleep the night before, and it felt as if he’d only dosed off a few moments ago. Vague recollections of a dream started to come back to him…

He’d been on his Firebolt, racing through some dark tunnels in search of something. He’d felt a desperate panic rising within him that took nearly all his strength to clamp down.

He’d kept hitting dead ends, no matter which way he turned.

Dudley was there, stirring a potion, and he’d locked Harry in his cupboard where Harry soon fell asleep. His hair had kept growing while he slept and eventually grew so long it crept outside the cupboard door.

Ginny had used his hair to find him and had to slay a dragon in order to reach him. He’d climbed behind Ginny on the Firebolt, and the two of them had sped off into the sunset.

"Great," Harry mumbled into his pillow. "Now I’m dreaming about fairy tales, only I’m the damn Damsel in Distress." Harry knew he would never tell another living soul about that dream as long as he lived.

His bedroom door banged open, and Ron and Hermione entered — wide-awake and already dressed. They both looked entirely too upbeat to suit his mood.

"Come on, Harry. Get up; we’re leaving," Hermione said bossily.

Still feeling groggy, Harry wiped his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Time to go; Ron and I have taken care of everything. I’ve already shrunken our trunks and have them here in my bag. Let’s go," Hermione said, trying to pull his covers back. "You’ve been anxious to leave forever, and we’ve got loads to do."

"Hermione, let me get dressed," Harry said, grabbing his bedcovers and feeling slightly panicked. He was only wearing boxers, after all. What was her hurry, anyway?

"I’ve left your clothes right there," Hermione said, pointing to a pair of jeans and a T-shirt already laid out for him.

"Thanks, Mum," he said, smirking.

"Don’t get smart," Hermione said, frowning.

"We’ll meet you downstairs, mate," Ron said, dragging a protesting Hermione from the room. He gave her a slight shove to walk in front of him and leaned back to say, "Just think; you’re finally free of this place. Mum will be going spare if we don’t arrive in time for her to feed you this morning. Hermione thinks there must be something going on with the Order, since she hasn’t noticed them keeping watch and no one is here to escort us to the Burrow."

Harry hadn’t noticed any of the Order keeping watch at Privet Drive, either, but he knew that didn’t mean anything. With Ron and Hermione there to distract him, he hadn’t spent all his free time looking for Order members as he had in the past.

As Harry dressed, he glanced at his nightstand and saw a folded piece of paper that he didn’t remember placing there. He picked it up and read the few words printed on the inside in Aunt Petunia’s small, tidy, script.

Godric’s Hollow

16 Hillside Lane

Godre’r-graig, South Wales

Harry swallowed heavily and stuffed the note in his pocket. This was it: a real and tangible address of where his parents had lived — where he had lived, once upon a time. Why was Aunt Petunia giving this to him now? Was it her way of saying goodbye?

He’d have to think about it later. He stood up and took one long last look around his bedroom on Privet Drive. It felt strange, knowing he’d never see this room again. Not that he wanted to see it, but it felt strange, nonetheless. Although he hadn’t felt like a child in a very long time, this somehow felt as if he were really leaving his childhood behind. He was truly an adult and on his own now.

Smiling slightly, he turned on his heel and followed his friends downstairs.

"We have to put the charm on Dudley," he said as he came down the last few steps to meet Ron and Hermione, who were standing by the front door.

"It’s already done," Hermione said briskly.

"You did it already?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow. How long had they been awake?

"Yes," Ron replied quickly, turning to open the door. Hermione shifted her eyes as Ron pushed Harry and her out the door ahead of him.

Harry stopped walking. "What did you do?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at the two of them.

"Nothing to worry about, mate; we took care of everything," Ron said, and something about the way he was smiling reminded Harry eerily of the twins.

Harry decided that he really didn’t want to know. One task down — now it was time to face Ginny. That thought caused a slight shiver to run down his spine. Whether it was a thrill of dread or excitement, he wasn’t certain. Maybe it was a little of both.

As Hermione continued to steer him towards a spot just outside the wards where they would be able to Apparate, he turned to glance back at the house one last time. For a moment, he thought he saw Aunt Petunia’s face in the doorway, watching their departure. When he looked again, the doorway was empty, and he was certain he must have imagined it. If she’d been there at all, she was most likely checking to be certain they left, rather than feeling any sorrow over his departure.

They crossed the street in silence, Hermione nearly bouncing on the balls of her feet in her eagerness. "All right. Harry, hold on to my arm, and we’ll be at the Burrow in no time."

Harry smiled and averted his eyes. Taking a deep, shuddering breath (refusing to admit that he was nervous to anyone), he grasped Hermione’s arm and felt the uncomfortable constriction in his chest as he was sped forward towards the Burrow…and towards Ginny.

Harry opened his eyes and was met with the sight of the ramshackle home he loved above all others. Although somewhat the worse for wear, it was still there and still offering a bit of normalcy against the rising storm. Harry didn’t think he’d ever been so happy to be anywhere in his life. Despite his apprehension about seeing Ginny, being at the Burrow somehow warmed him from the inside.

Chickens ran haphazardly around the coop, and Harry could see more than a handful of garden gnomes peeking out from behind a variety of lush green bushes, all of which were in full bloom. He inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of baking scones mixed with the heady scent of summer.

A sudden urge for treacle tart and a warm greeting from Mrs. Weasley filled Harry’s mind. He had to fight to control his instinct to sprint for the front door and hurl himself inside. Gritting his teeth, he stepped in behind Ron and forced himself to walk at the slower pace. He had no idea what he’d say to Ginny when he saw her, but just the thought of seeing her filled him with such hope that nothing else mattered.

In his mind’s eye, he could picture her hair all windblown from a morning fly in the meadow and a spot of flour on her otherwise flawless face from helping her mother bake the scones that Harry was now certain were awaiting their arrival.

He forced down the uncomfortable thought that she might not even want to see him and wouldn’t be anywhere near him when his presence became known. He wasn’t certain which would be worse — her rejection or her welcoming arms that he’d have to avoid — but he couldn’t stop his own feet from hurrying to find out.

Ron pulled the door open, and they stepped into the chaos that was the Burrow. There were boxes and stacks of paper everywhere. Robes hung inside clothes bags from hooks on the ceiling, and Harry could make out a line of high-heeled shoes resting on the windowsill. Gaily wrapped packages were piled in every spare bit of space in the room, which admittedly hadn’t been generous to begin with. Voices could be heard shouting from upstairs, as well as in the kitchen.

The sudden vibration from a small explosion in another room knocked Hermione into Harry’s shoulder, and he barely caught the both of them before they tumbled to the floor.

"Bloody hell," Ron said, craning his neck to see if there was any damage.

Harry set Hermione back on her feet just as Mrs. Weasley began shouting at Fred.

"Welcome home," Ron said, grinning sheepishly.

A wide, delighted grin spread across Harry’s face. "Can’t think of any place I’d rather be," he said honestly.

"Come on," Hermione said, grabbing each of them by the hand. "Let’s see what that was and if your mum needs any help cleaning it up."

Hermione pulled them into the kitchen, where they found a frazzled-looking Mrs. Weasley using her wand both to cut vegetables and stir several pots, while simultaneously berating the twins for their careless antics.

Bill sat calmly at the table, shuffling through what appeared to be a list of names, while Charlie Weasley sat across from him with a somewhat dazed expression on his face. Sitting next to Charlie was the reason for his dazed look — Fleur was instructing him on the proper pace to keep as he walked down the aisle.

Harry wasn’t certain if Charlie’s blank look was because of the topic or just Fleur in general. Ron still reacted the same way to the beautiful part-Veela. Hermione stiffened next to him and scowled at both Charlie and Fleur. Hermione had never warmed up to the French girl, and Harry wondered how Ginny was faring with her future sister-in-law. Ginny hadn’t liked Fleur any better than Hermione did.

Harry’s gaze lingered for a moment on Bill’s scarred face. The wounds inflicted by Fenrir Greyback were plainly visible and still looked quite painful. On Bill, though, they somehow gave him a rugged, manly sort of look. While Harry thought his own scar just drew unwanted attention, like the star attraction in a freak show; Bill’s gave the older man an aura of mystery. Bill appeared to be someone in control of the situation, and the scars added a bit of daring to his story.

Hermione had apparently been struck dumb by the lack of order in the kitchen and hung back slightly in the doorway, while Ron simply slipped into his customary seat at the table and tried to remain unnoticed. Harry wasn’t quick enough to follow suit.

"’Arry!" Fleur shrieked, gracefully moving away from Charlie and towards Harry. She took him in her arms and kissed him on each cheek. "I am zo ‘appy to ‘ave you here."

Fleur’s shout had alerted the rest of the Weasley family to their arrival, and Harry shifted uncomfortably beneath all the attention.

"Hi, Fleur. Hello, everyone," he mumbled, feeling the heat rise to his face.

"Oh! You’re all here," Mrs. Weasley cried, rushing over to crush Ron in her embrace before pulling back to look him over carefully. Finding no apparent cause for concern, she turned around and treated Harry and then Hermione to the same treatment.

"We’re here, and we’re fine, Mum. Nothing to get so worked up about," Ron grumbled, wiping his face of his mother’s kisses.

Harry pulled away slightly and stood with his back against the wall as Ron greeted the rest of his family. He scanned the room yet again, cursing his traitorous heart for its pathetic hopefulness. How was his resolve ever to hold if he’d trade the world for the mere sight of her at the first chance he got? His breath caught in his throat as Ginny came down the stairs and stopped at the bottom, her eyes taking in the happy welcome.

She looked like an angel as she floated down the stairs, and Harry thought his heart would burst from simply seeing her again. The morning sun streaming in from the kitchen window lit her hair with a fiery brilliance that Harry longed to run his fingers through. Her hair had always been so sinfully soft, and he loved to touch it.

Time lost all meaning and, for a brief moment, he was back at Hogwarts, and she was still his. He knew he was staring, but he couldn’t seem to drag his eyes away. It took all the force of will he possessed not to cross the room and take her in his arms. Suddenly and for a moment that seemed to last an eternity, nothing and no one else mattered to him.

Her eyes locked on his, and while time stood still their fierce gazes raked over one another as if each were committing every detail to memory to reexamine on lonely nights apart.

Dear God, she’s beautiful.

Gripping the amulet in his pocket fiercely, Harry forced himself to breathe and drag his eyes away. That was exactly why he had to stay away from Ginny. He was powerless against her charm, but there were things that had to be done, and he had to be the one to do them.

If anyone else had noticed his brief lapse of resolve, they didn’t say anything, although he was certain he could feel the heat from Hermione’s stare on the back of his neck.

Ginny entered the room and walked towards Ron, gently nudging him on the shoulder. "Welcome home, Ron. I’m so glad you managed to get here in time to do some of these chores. The family that works together shares in the joy together," she said in a singsong voice.

"Great," Ron grumbled, pulling an apple off the table and biting into it.

"Hi, Harry. Hi, Hermione," Ginny said brightly.

Harry’s heart nearly broke in two. Leave it to Ginny to act as if nothing had changed and there wasn’t this huge wall of tension between them. He was certain she sounded casual to everyone else in the room, but he could hear the strain in her voice…and he knew he was the one who had placed it there.

He tried to open his mouth and return the greeting, but he couldn’t form the words. When did she become such a skilled actress?

"Hello, Ginny," Hermione said. "Thanks for sending me those books. They were just what I needed, and they really came in handy."

Harry’s head shot up, his eyes flickering between the two girls. He’d had no idea Hermione had been in contact with Ginny, or that Ginny had been helping. Damn! So much for keeping her out of it.

"How did everything go with the Muggles?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "They didn’t give you any trouble, did they?"

"Nothing we couldn’t handle," Ron replied with a self-satisfied smirk, "and they’ll be finding little reminders of our stay for years to come."

Fred and George grinned maniacally. "Ooh, do tell. It sounds like our ickle Ronniekins has been paying attention all along," Fred said, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye.

"It’s so gratifying to see all our hard work come to its fruition," George replied, sighing heavily.

"Oh, sit down and finish making those arrangements for the international portkeys. If the guests have any trouble getting here on the big day, I’m going to hold you both fully responsible," Mrs. Weasley snapped.

"Never fear, Mother, dear. All the guests will arrive safely and promptly in time to see our dear eldest brother tie the shackle around his leg," Fred said, batting his eyelashes dramatically.

"What do you mean wiz zis shackle buziness?" Fleur asked, frowning. "You two should be zo lucky to find zomeone willing to zettle down wiz ze likes of you."

"Exactly!" Mrs. Weasley jumped right in. "That’s exactly what I’ve been telling them for years, Fleur dear. Maybe they’ll meet some nice friends of yours at the wedding."

"Ho, ho," George said, grinning. "We’ll take that as our mission. To meet and talk with each one of Fleur’s single friends who comes to the wedding."

"Oh, pleaze. My friends are completely out of your league, little men," Fleur replied dismissively, causing Bill and Charlie to howl with mirth.

"Seriously though, boys. Ron, Harry…did everything go all right at Privet Drive? Harry, did you move all your belongings out?" Mrs. Weasley asked kindly.

"Yeah, we got it all," Ron answered. "Harry’s seen the last of that place, and good riddance. Those Muggles are mental. He’s just a homeless, orphan waif now, mum, so I suppose we’ll have to take him in."

Ron grinned at Harry when he said it, but the sudden realization hit Harry like a punch to the gut.

He was homeless.

Realistically, he knew that he’d always have a spot at the Weasleys’, there for the asking, but the fact remained that he was truly on his own. He really didn’t belong anywhere. Not that he’d ever really belonged at the Dursleys, either, but at least it was an address. A place to hang his hat, as it were.

As if sensing his sudden unease, Ginny placed her warm hand on Harry’s forearm and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Don’t worry, Harry," she whispered. "You’ll always belong here, no matter what else has happened."

Harry raised his eyes to meet hers and was nearly lost in their depth. How did she know? She’d always been able to see through whatever it was he was feeling and get to the heart of things.

Damn, this will be harder than I’d even anticipated.

He nodded slightly and saw the brief flash of pain in her eyes before she covered it up again. Smiling brightly, she turned her attention to Hermione and began chatting about bridesmaid dresses. Her dismissal allowed Harry to breathe again, but the pit he felt in his stomach would make eating impossible. He felt nauseous and needed to regroup. He hated feeling so wrong-footed and uncertain about everything.

"Of course, I suppose you could always go to Grimmauld Place," Ron said, oblivious to the startled and aggravated looks he was receiving from the rest of his family. "You do own that now, don’t you, Harry?"

Harry’s insides went cold. He’d forgotten about Grimmauld Place, but it would never be home. "Yeah," he said, finally finding his voice. "I’m going to go put my trunk up in your room. I’ll take yours up, too."

He grabbed all the shrunken trunks from Hermione and nearly sprinted from the room. He knew they’d all be talking about him, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t stay there with her so close for one minute longer. He needed to breathe. And he’d thought it was bad at the Dursleys’. Somehow, he suspected that this would be the longest week of his life.

It wasn’t until he’d reached the brightness of Ron’s orange room that he remembered he couldn’t use magic to enlarge the trunks. He left both Ron and Hermione’s miniature trunks on Ron’s bed and sat down on the camp bed with his own. He’d stayed in Fred and George’s old room when he was here last summer, but he suspected that with so many people staying at the Burrow for the wedding, he’d be bunking with Ron. That’s what he’d done last Christmas when they’d had a crowd.

He stretched out on the camp bed and let his thoughts drift to the previous Christmas. Things had been so much simpler then. He grinned as he remembered the sweetheart necklace that Lavender had sent to Ron. He wondered what his friend had done with it. Chucked it out the window of the Gryffindor dormitory, most likely.

He relaxed and allowed his mind to wander as he drifted off to sleep. He really hadn’t slept well the previous night and was feeling quite drained. He wasn’t certain how long he’d dozed, but he awoke to Hermione sitting on his bed, making a "Harumff" sound.

Harry jerked and looked around wildly.

"Sorry, Harry," Hermione said. "Mrs. Weasley put Ron to work with the twins, but I couldn’t stand listening to them for one more minute. They can be so insufferably condescending sometimes."

Harry shook his head and tried to clear it. "Yeah," he mumbled.

"Are you all right?" Hermione asked, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

Harry shrugged.

"Ginny looks good," Hermione ventured, letting her sentence hang in the open. Harry refused to respond.

Hermione huffed but continued prodding. "Fleur is driving her crazy with these wedding plans. Ginny says she’s done nothing but attend engagements and make plans for this wedding and will be just as happy when it’s over and done. She hates the dress robes she has to wear. Says they’re made for a ten-year old. I’m supposed to help her with them tonight."

Harry fought the smile that threatened to crack his impassive expression. He could just imagine Ginny’s tirades against wearing anything that would make her look younger than she was. She hated being treated like a child.

"Why are you telling me this, Hermione?" he asked.

Hermione shrugged. "I thought you’d want to know, since you avoided talking with her at all."

Harry frowned. "I-I- I didn’t avoid talking…I just–"

"Just what?"

"I just didn’t know what to say," Harry whispered.

Hermione smiled sadly. "She misses you, Harry, and I know you miss her. No matter how well you think you’re hiding it."

Harry swallowed against the thickness in his throat. "It’s even harder than I thought it would be."

"Harry, if Professor Dumbledore said this great power you possess is love, do you really think it’s a good idea to be pushing her away?" Hermione asked, picking at a loose thread on the blanket on Harry’s bed.

Harry stiffened, closing off his emotions. "It has to be this way, Hermione. I won’t put her in danger."

"She’s already in danger, Harry. We all are. Didn’t you see the hands on that clock downstairs? Ginny’s hand is still pointed to Mortal Peril, whether you’re with her or not. I think she could help us."

"No."

"Harry– "

"Don’t push it, Hermione. I can’t let her die because of me, and I don’t want her to have to watch if it’s me that’s going to go," Harry said, refusing too look at her.

"Don’t say that," Hermione hissed, grabbing him around the waist and hugging him fiercely. "Don’t even think it. We can’t lose you, Harry."

"Don’t be stupid, Hermione," Harry said, finally looking at her directly. "We both know it’s a very real possibility. Look at what happened to Dumbledore’s hand while he was after these things. This isn’t a game, and I’m not nearly the wizard he was. It’s more than likely I’m going to die, but so help me God, I’m taking him with me when I do."

"Don’t!" Hermione pleaded, her voice choked.

"Hermione," Harry said gently, hating the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. He never did well with crying girls. "Let’s just take this one step at a time. It’s the only way I’m able to keep going forward. Ginny is a distraction — a very pleasant distraction — that I can’t afford."

"Then you at least enjoy yourself at this wedding. Dance with her, drink and be merry and have a good snog if that’s what you want to do," Hermione said, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Hermione!"

"What?"

"I can’t believe you, of all people, just said that," Harry replied, unable to contain his laughter.

She shrugged. "If you don’t, you’ll have no right to complain if someone else does."

"What does that mean?" Harry asked warily. The beast within his chest that had curled up in misery at the end of term suddenly raised its head and breathed fire.

"Well, Ginny told me that the two groomsmen are Charlie and Fleur’s cousin, Jean-Luc. Fleur has been making no secret of the fact that she wants to pair Ginny up with Jean-Luc," Hermione said, her nose slightly in the air.

"What? What does Ginny think about this?" Harry asked indignantly. His monster was snarling. No prancing Frenchman was getting anywhere near his Ginny without her permission.

Unless…Harry’s insides suddenly went cold. What if Ginny wanted the attention? He felt the beast whimper and curl its tail inward.

"Oh, Harry. You know Ginny. She won’t be pushed into doing anything she doesn’t want to do, especially by Fleur. But she’s hurting, too, and…well…Ginny has been known to be spiteful on occasion," Hermione said, somewhat apologetically.

Harry’s heart constricted so tightly that he thought he might asphyxiate himself. He clenched his fists, knowing there was nothing he could do. He’d brought this on himself, and if he thought a girl like Ginny wouldn’t have a string of other suitors waiting in line, then he was being foolish. He felt as if all the air had been let out of his wings.

Harry shut his eyes, his head slumping forward.

"It gets worse," Hermione said, shifting as she made herself more comfortable.

He opened his eyes wearily. "How could it possibly get any worse, Hermione? Unless you’re about to tell me there is some wizarding custom that all the attendants in a bridal party have to snog each other in front of witnesses, as well."

Hermione sniggered. "Actually, this concerns you. Ginny said that Fleur plans on having you entertain Gabrielle during the reception."

Harry blinked several times, nonplussed. "Huh?"

"You know, her little sister?"

"I know who she is Hermione, but isn’t she around ten?" Harry asked.

"Eleven, actually. I wonder if she’ll be starting at Beauxbatons in September. I read that other wizarding schools–"

"Hermione!"

"What? Oh…right, Gabrielle."

"Eleven. Do I really come off as being that desperate?" Harry asked, cringing.

Hermione giggled. "Of course not, Harry, but evidently Gabrielle has had a major crush on you since the Second Task. Fleur wants to make her dream come true by having you be her dance partner."

"Great. I don’t suppose it occurred to her to ask me how I felt about this?" Harry asked, feeling nettled

"You know how it is with Fleur. How other people feel about anything has never been one of her top priorities," Hermione said, sniffling slightly.

Harry rubbed his forehead roughly. He could feel a headache beginning in his temples. "Well, she can forget it. I’m not jumping because Fleur says jump."

Hermione snorted. "Oh, ho. Now you sound just like Ginny. Besides, Harry, you can get as angry as you want. We all know you’ll never hurt that little girl’s feelings. So, if you really don’t want to spend the evening as her escort, I suggest you get it straightened out with Fleur straightaway."

"Oh, I can see that conversation. I know it’s your wedding day and all, but I really don’t want to child-mind your sister, so please make other arrangements. As if I’m not already high on the list of cads to the Weasleys, anyway," Harry said, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"No one thinks you’re a cad, Harry. Although Fred and George do find the idea of you being Gabrielle’s date highly amusing," Hermione replied, sniggering.

"I’ll just bet they do. Did Ginny have any other little bombshells to drop, or is that enough for one day?" Harry asked, in a right foul mood now.

"Other than her complete misery of being apart from you, you mean?" Hermione asked, blinking innocently.

"Hermione," Harry said, irritated.

"Okay, okay. She did say she thinks there is something dodgy going on at Grimmauld Place. Her mum has been very secretive about it, of course, but the Order seems to have come into a lot of information recently. She’s heard fragments of several conversations about a guest staying there."

"A guest at Grimmauld Place? Who do you suppose it could be?" Harry asked, leaning forward with interest.

"I don’t know, Harry. Why don’t you ask? It is your house, after all," Hermione said, frowning slightly.

"Yeah. Yeah, it’s my house. If I want to know who is staying there, they should tell me. I have every right to know," Harry said, warming to the idea

"Of course you do, but since when has that ever stopped them?"

Harry set his mouth grimly. "Well, that all changes now."

"I know you don’t want to tell the Order about the Horcruxes, Harry, but don’t alienate them, either. There might come a time when we need their help. You know you can trust Remus and Professor McGonagall and all the Weasleys, at least," Hermione said.

Harry knew that Hermione’s first instinct was always to go to someone in a position of authority, but Harry felt that if Dumbledore hadn’t told the Order about the Horcruxes then there must have been a reason. He wasn’t about to second-guess that decision.

"I’ll work with the Order, but I’m not telling them anything about our mission. They had no problem stringing me along for the past few years; let’s see how they enjoy having the shoe on the other foot."

Hermione frowned and bit the corner of her lip but didn’t argue with him for once.

"Don’t worry, Hermione. If Dumbledore didn’t tell them, he must have had a good reason."

This seemed to make Hermione feel better about the situation. "Let’s go downstairs and see about dinner. Ron should be done with his work by now and will be wondering where we’ve gone.

"You go on down. I’m going to take a shower, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen."

"Harry — "

"I just need a few minutes to steady myself before seeing her, all right, Hermione?" he said, looking at his feet.

"I wish it didn’t have to be this way," Hermione said quietly.

"I do, too. Believe me; I do, too."

When Harry came downstairs a good while later, he headed straight for the kitchen, certain he’d find a crowd of Weasleys there. What he hadn’t anticipated was hearing the low murmur of voices coming from the sitting room as he walked past. The sound of his own name caught his attention, and he stopped to hear what was being said.

He had to squint against the dimness of the room, but he could just make out Ron and Hermione sitting on the couch at the far end of the room and speaking in hushed tones. Ron had his arm draped casually over the back of the couch, and Hermione was nestled in the crook. They were stuffing little gift boxes with chocolates — for the wedding, Harry assumed — but it looked as if they were eating more than they were packaging. Harry had to grin, watching them.

"So, he’s upset, and she’s upset. How is that different from anyone else in this bloody house? Someone is always upset." Ron said, scowling moodily.

"It’s more than being upset, Ron. They’re both miserable, and I don’t know what to do about it," Hermione replied, gently swiping a bit of chocolate from Ron’s mouth with her finger.

"Maybe it isn’t up to you to do something," Ron said, his voice strained.

"I know you think he’s right to keep her out of it, Ron…but what if he’s wrong?" Hermione said, resting her head on the back of the couch.

"What do you mean? How is trying to keep her safe wrong?" Ron asked, perplexed.

"Because she’s not safe, no matter what he does. And he might be the one who’s in more danger without her. You saw how happy he was when they were together. How long has it been since you’ve seen Harry that way? Even his marks improved."

Ron shrugged. "Not everything is about marks, Hermione."

"I didn’t say it was," she snapped, sounding a little hurt. "Ron, don’t you see what’s going on?"

"What?"

"Harry’s had a tough life, and not many things have truly gone right for him. Ginny is just about the best thing that ever happened to him. She made him happy, and he’s willing to give her and all that up in order to rid the world of Voldemort so all the rest of us can be safe.

"Ginny has loved Harry since before she even knew what love was. She stood on the sidelines and watched him struggle, even moving on herself rather than forcing her feelings on him. When they finally came together and acknowledged their feelings for each other, it was like every dream Ginny ever had coming true. Now, she’s willingly giving him and all her dreams up, because she knows the rest of our lives depend on his success, and he’d never be able to live with himself if he didn’t try.

"Don’t you see? They are so alike it’s painful. It’s like that Christmas story," Hermione cried.

Ron wore a stunned expression. "What?"

"You know, that old Christmas story about the man who wanted to buy a present for his wife, and he sold the only thing of value he owned — his father’s pocket watch — to buy her a hair clip for her long beautiful hair. Meanwhile, the wife cut her hair and sold it in order to earn enough money to buy a gold chain for the man’s watch.

"It’s beautiful and so romantic in a bittersweet sort of way," Hermione said, smiling sadly.

"You mean they both ended up with a present they couldn’t use?" Ron asked, horrified.

"Oh, Ron. That’s not the point," Hermione snapped. "They ended up with each other."

Harry pulled back sharply and blindly stumbled for the kitchen. He sat down on a stool, breathing heavily. Was that what he and Ginny were doing? Each one sacrificing what was most important to them for the greater good? And would both of them end up with nothing in the end?

He had never wanted to make Ginny suffer. He put his head down and ran his fingers through his hair.

I don’t know.

He’d never considered it as any sort of noble act; he just wanted to keep her safe. Harry was beginning to think there was no way to do that.

"Harry?"

He looked up to find Mrs. Weasley standing in the doorway. She was looking at him with concern over finding him sitting alone in the dark.

"Are you all right, dear?" she asked kindly.

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley. I’m fine."

"Well, I suppose you’d say that even if you weren’t fine."

Harry grinned sheepishly. "Guilty as charged."

Mrs. Weasley poured a glass of cold pumpkin juice and placed in front of him. She sat down in the seat next to him and took his hand in her own. "The one thing in this world that always seems to be in short supply is love, yet it’s the one thing that grows and multiplies the most when shared. We should never throw away a chance to have more of it in our lives. "

Harry looked up into Mrs. Weasley’s eyes and found only warmth and compassion there. He felt his own eyes fill and blinked furiously in order to hold back the tears that suddenly wanted to fall. "I’m just trying to do what’s right, Mrs. Weasley."

"I know you are, dear," she said gently, rising up from the table and kissing him on the head. "She knows it, too."

Harry nodded silently as Mrs. Weasley pushed a piece of warm bread into his hands. "That should hold you until dinner. We’ll be eating out in the garden tonight. There will be more room out there. Be a love and go ahead and start setting the table for me, would you, dear?"

As soon as he went outside, Harry knew he’d been set up. Ginny was already there, placing napkins next to each of the plates. Harry gathered the silverware and began helping her to set the table.

"Let me guess — Mum sent you out here?" she asked without raising her eyes from the table. The low, husky quality in her voice sent a shiver up his spine.

"Yeah," he replied.

They worked in silence for a few moments, working in tandem to set each place setting. Finally, Harry couldn’t take the strained silence anymore. "It’s good to see you, Ginny."

"Is it?" Ginny asked dully.

Harry swallowed. "You have no idea."

"Why did you allow Ron and Hermione to go with you? They’re going with you again, aren’t they? When you go off to do the thing you’re going to do," Ginny said, turning to face him and placing her hands on her hips.

"What?"

"You said you had things to do alone now. Ron and Hermione being with you isn’t actually alone."

"No. They never listen to me."

"Maybe I shouldn’t have listened, either," Ginny said, her eyes glistening brightly.

"Ginny– "

"No. I shouldn’t have said that. I know you’re only doing what you have to do, and I know it isn’t any easier on you. That doesn’t always help," she said, her shoulders slumping.

"I know," he replied, his heart aching. She was absolutely right, but he had no idea what he could say to make it better for her, aside from the one thing she wanted to hear. And that was the one thing he couldn’t — shouldn’t — do.

"So, what happens now? With us, I mean. Do we just go on and pretend nothing has ever changed?" Ginny asked.

"I dunno. Can you do that? ‘Cause I really don’t think I can," Harry said honestly.

Ginny shrugged her shoulders. "I’ll do what I have to do."

"You always do," he said, trying to smile.

"Yeah. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck."

Harry snorted. "No. It does that."

They were interrupted by the arrival of the rest of the Weasley clan, along with Fleur, Hermione, and Ekaterina, Charlie’s Romanian girlfriend. She had long, straight dark hair that hung well below her waist and dark eyes that appeared to study them all intently. She was as opposite to Fleur in coloring as she could be, yet equally beautiful.

"You are Harry Potter," she said in a thick accent, reaching out to shake his hand.

"Yes, I am," Harry said, lowering his eyes.

"I am honored to meet you. I have heard stories of you since I was a little girl," she said.

Harry felt his face burn, and he longed to be anywhere else. He noticed Ginny biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

"Come on, Katia. You’re embarrassing the kid. Leave him alone," Charlie said, chuckling and tugging on his girlfriend’s hand.

Ginny giggled. "You’ve never got used to that, have you?"

Harry shrugged. "I wish just once someone would say, ‘Hullo, Harry. Nice to meet you,’ and leave it at that."

Ginny grinned and stuck out her hand. "Hullo, Harry. Nice to meet you."

"Ha, ha."

"Oh, ‘Arry. ‘E iz still zo ‘umble," Fleur said, increasing Harry’s embarrassment. "’Ee weel ‘ave all ze girls lining up to dance wiz ‘im at ze reception."

"As long as he saves one for me," Ginny said, and Harry could hear the hard edge in her voice. She was challenging him.

"I can do that," he said, locking his eyes on hers and raising an eyebrow.

"But, Ginny. Don’t go promising all your dances before ze wedding. Jean-Luc is zo anxious to meet you. You may find yourself wishing you had a free dance card," Fleur said, waggling her finely arched eyebrows.

"I think I can manage my own dance partners, thank you, Fleur," Ginny said through gritted teeth.

"But of course you can," Fleur replied, waving her hand dismissively. "I just zink you will be pleazed when you meet ‘im."

"I’m certain I’ll be happy to meet all your family, Fleur," Ginny said sweetly.

Harry had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from bursting into laughter. She sounded so sincere, yet he could hear the snide quality in her voice. His inner monster was dancing an intricate waltz with the knowledge that she wasn’t going to let herself be set up with Jean-Luc. Harry hated his name just on principle.

Of course, that same monster had been snarling in fury just moments ago when Fleur had been attempting to play matchmaker for his Ginny.

He had to stop thinking like that. She wasn’t his Ginny anymore.

"Fleur, my love, you have to stop worrying about everyone else’s dance partners," Bill said, wrapping his arms around Fleur’s waist and nuzzling her neck. "You only have to think about sharing all your dances with me."

Fleur’s eyes softened as she turned to rub her nose against Bill’s. Harry turned away in embarrassment and walked towards the other end of the table.

"They’re sicky sweet, aren’t they? I hope they cool off after they’ve had a honeymoon," Ginny said, wrinkling her nose. "Maybe regular shagging will help."

"Ginny!"

"What? Come on, Harry. They’ve been living here with Mum, who has impropriety detectors hooked up in every room. All that sexual tension has to be released somewhere," Ginny said.

Harry didn’t know if she was joking or not, and he stared at her uncertainly. "Er."

"Oh, I’ll be so happy when this wedding is finally over," she exclaimed.

He didn’t know what possessed him, but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out. "Yeah, and maybe you and Jean-Luc will hit it off splendidly and dance the night away. You’d better keep your mum’s detectors in mind then."

He knew he was in trouble before the words had even finished leaving his mouth.

"Don’t worry, I know my way around them," Ginny said, her voice rising angrily. "What’s it to you, anyway? The idea is to not let anyone know there was ever anything between us, right? Maybe kicking up my heels with a handsome Frenchman is a good way to get that rumor moving."

"Wouldn’t know. Why don’t you try it?" Harry replied, his own anger mounting.

"Maybe I will," Ginny snapped, her eyes suspiciously bright.

"Fine."

"Fine."

Harry turned on his heel and stomped away from the table. He knew his and Ginny’s raised voices had attracted the attention of several of the others, but he didn’t really care at the moment. He stopped at the front of the Burrow and took several deep breaths. None of the Dursleys had managed to get this much of a rise out of him in the entire fortnight he’d spent there. How did she manage to do it three times in the space of a few short hours?

Damn, she can get under my skin.

Harry noticed a fat little garden gnome munching on one of Mrs. Weasley’s prize rose bushes right out in the open without even making an attempt at concealment. With his Seeker reflexes, Harry’s hand shot out and grabbed the little gnome around its middle. Winding up and releasing some of his anger and frustration as he did, Harry flung the creature and watched as it sailed over the fence, screaming all the way.

That felt good.

Real or fake?????????
I'm goin with Fake:

It's an F-word with four letters and a k. And often is mistaken for THE F-word or used as a resonably good excuse: (naw baby, I meant to say stop faking around on me.)

Rhymes with cake... Nummy

And is the major ingredient in all my favorite sports drinks.

Can't keep it real? Go fake yourself.

(as far as I know I just made that up, I smell bumpersticker gold)
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Some more "Useless Facts you might wanna Know" =D? #2?

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the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.

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The original game of "Monopoly" was circular.

It costs more to buy a new car today in the United States than it cost Christopher Columbus to equip and undertake three voyages to and from the New World.

One-fourth of the world's population lives on less than $200 a year.

Ninety million people survive on less than $75 a year.

The sentence "the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" uses every letter in the English language.

The word racecar and kayak are the same whether they are read left to right or right to left.

TYPEWRITER, is the longest word that can be made using the letters on only one row of the keyboard.

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is the fear of long words.

A snail can sleep for 3 years.

Did you know you share your birthday with at least 9 million other people in the world.

The average human eats 8 spiders in their lifetime at night.

More people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes.

Women blink nearly twice as much as men.

The continents names all end with the same letter with which they start.

Shakespeare invented the word "assassination" and "bump."

According to tests made at the Institute for the Study of Animal Problems in Washington, D.C., dogs and cats, like people, are either right-handed or left-handed --- that is, they favor either their right or left paws.

A giraffe can go without water longer than a camel can.

Blue whales weigh as much as 30 elephants and are as long as 3 Greyhound buses.

Crocodiles and alligators are surprisingly fast on land. Although they are rapid, they are not agile; so if you ever find yourself chased by one, run in a zigzag line. You'll lose him or her every time.

Birds do not sleep in their nests. They may occasionally nap in them, but they actually sleep in other places.

Most elephants weigh less than the tongue of the blue whale.

Butterflies taste with their hind feet.

Only female mosquitoes bite.

Mosquitoes are attracted to the color blue twice as much as to any other color.

If one places a tiny amount of liquor on a scorpion, it will instantly go mad and sting itself to death.

Every night, wasps bite into the stem of a plant, lock their mandibles (jaws) into position, stretch out at right angles to the stem, and, with legs dangling, fall asleep.

Ants stretch when they wake up. They also appear to yawn in a very human manner before taking up the tasks of the day.

Bees have 5 eyes. There are 3 small eyes on the top of a bee's head and 2 larger ones in front.

The outdoor temperature can be estimated to within several degrees by timing the chirps of a cricket. It is done this way: count the number of chirps in a 15-second period, and add 37 to the total. The result will be very close to the actual Fahrenheit temperature. This formula, however, only works in warm weather. (Try it!)

In the United States, a pound of potato chips cost two hundred times more than a pound of potatoes.

Caesar salad has nothing to do with any of the Caesar. It was first concocted in a bar in Tijuana, Mexico, in the 1920's.

A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and down continually from the bottom of the glass to the top.

Celery has negative calories! It takes more calories to eat a piece of celery than the celery has in it to begin with.

You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching television.

The two longest one-syllable words in the English language is "screeched. %26amp; strengths."

Barbie's measurements if she were life size: 39-23-33.

Barbie's full first name is Barbara Millicent Roberts.

All of the clocks in Pulp Fiction are stuck on 4:20.

A coat hanger is 44 inches long if straightened

"Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt".

The word 'byte' is a contraction of 'by eight.'

The word 'pixel' is a contraction of either 'picture cell' or 'picture element'.

Isaac Asimov is the only author to have a book in every Dewey-decimal category.

Cat's urine glows under a black light.

The average ear of corn has eight hundred kernels arranged in sixteen rows.

The first Ford cars had Dodge engines.

Chrysler built B-29's engines that bombed Japan, Mitsubishi built Zeros that tried to shoot them down. Both companies now build cars in a joint plant call Diamond Star.

On the new hundred-dollar bill the time on the clock tower of Independence Hall is 4:10.

The vignette on the reverse of the five-dollar note depicts a likeness of the front of the Lincoln Memorial as it appeared in 1922 when it was first dedicated. At that time, there were only 48 states that made up the United States of America. The names of 26 states were engraved on the front of the Memorial. This is why only the names of 26 states appear in the vignette on the reverse of the five-dollar note. In the upper frieze of the façade in the vignette the states are from left to right: Arkansas, Michigan, Florida, Texas, Iowa, Wisconsin, California, Minnesota, Oregon, Kansas, West Virginia, Nevada, Nebraska, Colorado, and North Dakota. In the lower frieze from left to right the names of the states are: Delaware, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Georgia, Connecticut, Massachusetts, Maryland, Carolina, Hampshire, Virginia and New York.

All 50 states are listed across the top of the Lincoln Memorial on the back of the $5 bill.

Almonds are members of the peach family.

If you add up the numbers 1-100 consecutively (1+2+3+4+5 etc) the total is 5050

The symbol on the "pound" key (#) is called an octothorpe.

The maximum weight for a golf ball is 1.62 Oz.

The dot over the letter 'i' is called a tittle.

Duddley DoRight's Horses name was "Horse."

Samuel Clemens aka Mark Twain was born on a day in 1835 when Haley's Comet came into view. When He died in 1910, Haley's Comet came into view again.

Ethernet is a registered trademark of Xerox, Unix is a registered trademark of AT%26amp;T.

The first hard drive available for the Apple ][ had a capacity of 5megabytes.

In many cases, the amount of storage space on a record-able CD is measured in minutes. 74 minutes is about 650 megabytes, 63 minutes is 550 megabytes.

Charlie Brown's father was a barber.

Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously.

Of the six men who made up the Three Stooges, three of them were real brothers (Moe, Curly and Shemp.)

Ohio is listed as the 17th state in the U.S., but technically it is number 47. Until August 7, 1953, congress forgot to vote on a resolution to admit Ohio to the Union.

If you have three quarters, four dimes, and four pennies, you have $1.19. You also have the largest amount of money in coins without being able to make change for a dollar.

Only 1/3 of the people that can twitch their ears can twitch only one at a time.

The volume of the Earth's moon is the same as the volume of the Pacific Ocean.

Ingrown toenails are hereditary.

The largest city in the United States with a one syllable name is Flint, Michigan.

On the cartoon show 'The Jetsons', Jane is 33 years old and her daughter Judy is 15.

In Mel Brooks' 'Silent Movie,' mime Marcel Marceau is the only person who has a speaking role.

Only humans and horses have hymens.

The word "set" has more definitions than any other word in the English language.

The state with the longest coastline in the US is Alaska.

We will have four consecutive full moons making two blue moons in 1999 (January 2 and 31, March 2 and 31.) The only other time it happened this century was in 1915 (January 1 and 31, March 1 and 31.)

Pulp Fiction cost $8 million to make - $5 million going to actor's salaries.

Spot, Data's cat on Star Trek: The Next Generation, was played by six different cats.

The longest U.S. highway is route 6 starting in Cape Cod, Massachusetts going through 14 states, and ending in Bishop, California...

The number of the trash compactor in Star Wars (20th Century Fox, 1977) is 3263827.

"Underground" is the only word in the English language that begins and ends with the letters "und."

A full seven percent of the entire Irish barley crop goes to the production of Guinness beer.

If you toss a penny 10000 times, it will not be heads 5000 times, but more like 4950. The heads picture weighs more, so it ends up on the bottom.

The housefly hums in the middle octave, key of F.

Mr. Snuffleupagas' first name was Alyoisus.

In the movie "the Right Stuff" there is a scene where a government recruiter for the Mercury astronaut program (played by Jeff Goldblum) is in a bar at Muroc Dry Lake, California. His partner suggests Chuck Yeager as a good astronaut candidate. Jeff proceeds to bad mouth Yeager claiming they need someone who went to college. During the conversation the real Chuck Yeager is playing a bartender who is standing behind the recruiters eavesdropping. General Yeager is listed low in the movie credits as 'Fred.'

Maine is the only state whose name is just one syllable.

There are only four words in the English language which end in "-dous": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.

The longest word in the English language, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, is pneumonoultramicroscopics- ilicovolcanoconiosis. The only other word with the same amount of letters ispneumonoultra-microscopicsilicovol- canoconioses, its plural.

The longest place-name still in use is Taumatawhakatan- gihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaung... whenuakitanatahu, a New Zealand hill.

Los Angeles's full name is "El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de los Angeles de Porciuncula" and can be abbreviated to 3.63% of its size, "L.A."

A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.

An ostrich's eye is bigger than it's brain.

Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.

After the Civil War the U.S. sued Great Britain for damages that were caused by them building ships for the Confederacy. We originally asked for $1 billion but settled on $25 Million.

There are 22 stars surrounding the mountain on the Paramount Pictures logo.

Deborah Winger did the voice of E.T.

There is a word in the English language with only one vowel, which occurs six times: Indivisibility.

In most advertisements, including newspapers, the time displayed on a watch is 10:10.

The only Dutch word to contain eight consecutive consonants is 'angstschreeuw'.

Alfred Hitchcock didn't have a belly button. It was eliminated when he was sewn up after surgery.

The Mongol emperor Genghis Khan's original name was Temujin.

The first word spoken by an ape in the movie Planet of the Apes was "Smile".

Facetious and abstemious contain all the vowels in the correct order.

Geller and Huchra have made three-dimensional maps of the distribution of galaxies. In each layer of the map some galaxies are grouped together in such a way that they resemble a human being.

Telly Savalas and Louis Armstrong died on their birthdays.

Al Capone's business card said he was a used furniture dealer.

The second longest word in the English language is "antidisestablishmentarianism".

When two words are combined to form a single word (e.g., motor + hotel = motel, breakfast + lunch = brunch) the new word is called a "portmanteau."

Dr. Samuel A. Mudd was the physician who set the leg of Lincoln's assassin John Wilkes Booth ... and whose shame created the expression for ignominy, "His name is Mudd."

The muzzle of a lion is like a fingerprint - no two lions have the same pattern of whiskers.

In 1969, the last Corvair was painted gold.

The real name of the "I've fallen and I can't get up" lady is Edith Fore.

Betsy Ross was born with a fully formed set of teeth.

Betsy Ross's other contribution to the American Revolution, beside sewing the first American flag, was running a munitions factory in her basement.

The only real people to be a Pez head are

Betsy Ross, Paul Revere and Daniel Boone.

Steely Dan got their name from a sexual device depicted in the book 'The Naked Lunch'.

Bob Dylan's real name is Robert Zimmerman.

Wilma Flintstone's maiden name was Wilma Slaghoopal, and Betty Rubble's Maiden name was Betty Jean Mcbricker.

Lenny Kravitz's mother played the part of "Helen" on "The Jeffersons."

Grapes explode when you put them in the microwave.

A pregnant goldfish is called a twit.

111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321

The Ramses brand condom is named after the great phaoroh Ramses II who fathered over 160 children.

There is a seven letter word in the English language that contains ten words without rearranging any of its letters, "therein": the, there, he, in, rein, her, here, here, ere, therein, herein.

When the University of Nebraska Cornhuskers play football at home, the stadium becomes the state's third largest city.

John Larroquette of "Night Court" and "The John Larroquette Show" was the narrator of "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre."

A pig's orgasm lasts for 30 minutes.

A pig's penis is shaped like a corkscrew.

A dragonfly has a lifespan of 24 hours.

A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.

A quarter has 119 grooves around the edge.

A dime has 118 ridges around the edge.

On an American one-dollar bill, there is an owl in the upper left-hand corner of the "1" encased in the "shield" and a spider hidden in the front upper right-hand corner.

It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.

"Evian" spelled backwards is naive.

The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets.

Maine is the toothpick capital of the world.

It was discovered on a space mission that a frog can throw up. The frog throws up it's stomach first, so the stomach is dangling out of it's mouth. Then the frog uses it's forearms to dig out all of the stomach's contents and then swallows the stomach back down again.

The A%26amp;W of root beer fame stands for Allen and Wright.

A baby eel is called an elver, a baby oyster is called a spat.

Bingo is the name of the dog on the Cracker Jack box.

Lake Nicaragua boasts the only fresh-water sharks in the entire world.

Charles de Gaulle's final words were, "It hurts."

There are four cars and ten lightposts on the back of a ten-dollar bill.

ABBA got their name by taking the first letter from each of their first names (Agnetha, Bjorn, Benny, Anni- frid.)

What five digit number, when multiplied by the number 4, is the same number with the digits in reverse order?

21978; 21978 x 4 = 87912.

It was illegal to sell ET dolls in France because there is a law against selling dolls without human faces.

In the 1983 film "JAWS 3D" the shark blows up. Some of the shark guts were the stuffed ET dolls being sold at the time.

Montana mountain goats will butt heads so hard their hooves fall off.

The Beatles song "Dear Prudence" was written about Mia Farrow's sister, Prudence, when she wouldn't come out and play with Mia and the Beatles at a religious retreat in India.

Cranberries are sorted for ripeness by bouncing them; a fully ripened cranberry can be dribbled like a basketball.

The giant squid has the largest eyes in the world.

St. Paul, Minnesota was originally called Pigs Eye after a man who ran a saloon there.

The numbers '172' can be found on the back of the U.S. $5 dollar bill in the bushes at the base of the Lincoln Memorial.

Moon was Buzz Aldrin's mother's maiden name. (Buzz Aldrin was the second man on the moon in 1969.)

Who's that playing the piano on the "Mad About You" theme? It's Paul Reiser himself.. And Greg Evigan sang the "My Two Dads" theme. Kelsey Grammar sings and plays the piano for the theme song of Fraiser.Alan Thicke, the father in the TV show Growing Pains wrote the theme songs for The Facts of Life and Diff'rent Strokes .

In 1963, baseball pitcher Gaylord Perry remarked, "They'll put a man on the moon before I hit a home run." On July 20, 1969, a few hours after Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon, Gaylord Perry hit his first, and only, home run.

The Grateful Dead were once called The Warlocks.

Gilligan of Gilligan's Island had a first name that was only used once, on the never-aired pilot show. His first name was Willy.

The Skipper's real name on Gilligan's Island is Jonas Grumby. It was mentioned once in the first episode on their radios newscast about the wreck.

The Professor's real name was Roy Hinkley, Mary Ann's last name was Summers and Mrs. Howell's maiden name was Wentworth.

The male gypsy moth can "smell" the virgin female gypsy moth from 1.8 miles away.

In England, the Speaker of the House is not allowed to speak.

Reindeer milk has more fat than cow milk.

The "L.L." in L.L. Bean stands for Leon Leonwood.

The original fifty cent piece in Australian decimal currency had around $2.00 worth of silver in it before it was replaced with a less expensive twelve sided coin.

The letters KGB stand for Komitet Gosudarstvennoy Bezopasnosti.

Alexander the Great was an epileptic.

The lead singer of The Knack, famous for "My Sharona," and Jack Kevorkian's lead defense attorney are brothers, Doug %26amp; Jeffrey Feiger.

The name for Oz in the "Wizard of Oz" was thought up when the creator, Frank Baum, looked at his filing cabinet and saw A-N, and O-Z, hence "Oz."

The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket.

Elton John's real name is Reginald Dwight. Elton comes from Elton Dean, a Bluesology sax player. John comes from Long John Baldry, founder of Blues Inc. They were the first electric white blues band ever seen in England- -1961

The saying "it's so cold out there it could freeze the balls off a brass monkey" came from when they had old cannons like ones used in the Civil War. The cannonballs were stacked in a pyramid formation, called a brass monkey. When it got extremely cold outside they would crack and break off... Thus the saying.

Horses cannot vomit.

S.O.S. doesn't stand for "Save Our Ship" or "Save Our Souls" -- It was just chosen by an 1908 international conference on Morse Code because the letters S and O were easy to remember and just about anyone couldkey it and read it, S = dot dot dot, O = dash dash dash..

Pocahontas appeared on the back of the $20 bill in 1875.

When a female horse and male donkey mate, the offspring is called a mule, but when a male horse and female donkey mate, the offspring is called a hinny.

The way to get more mules is to mate a male donkey with a female horse.

A donkey will sink in quicksand but a mule won't.

Hugh "Ward Cleaver" Beaumont was an ordained minister.

The Old English word for "sneeze" is "fneosan."

John Lennon's first girlfriend was named Thelma Pickles.

Woodpecker scalps, porpoise teeth and giraffe tails have all been used as money.

Some more "Useless Facts you might wanna Know" =D? #2?
Wow, I read all of the first lot which took me about 2 hours, i even stopped watching my fav tv programme for it. I read a few of these which are really cool, but i must admit you do post alot at a time, which puts some people off. However these are certainley not crap, there very good and must have taken you ages to find! Oh i was going to answer this anyway but i only need a few more points to be level 2 and then i can vote. Please can i have best answer!? Unless of course you get a really good informed answer. Ps my fav fact was probably (Though i can remember them all) that A pregnant goldfish is called a twit. , because i call all of my mates twits all the time!!! Lol! These are fun to read so please post more if you have them!
Reply:cool.............
Reply:urrm okay! =)
Reply:Very interesting but I couldn't understand a word of the first paragraph! Spellcheck I think! Also... Whats the question??
Reply:I'm only answering this cus i want to read it in depth later. Loved the first bit about the english language! EDIT. Wow i just read a few more and they are not useless dude. Really interesting stuff. I 'd like to tell them down the pub to be clever but i have memory like a goldfish! ;-)
Reply:I only read about 6 things i that and its complete crap!

The flipping a coin thing - the fact that the head is heavier probably has the least effect out of everything with which side it lands on! The height and speed of rotation are the main factors.

you can tell it was written by americans without having to read half the crap about american stuff.
Reply:Lol I just read up to the add the number and I did it It worked LOL!
Reply:So do you like stealing crap from other pages and yahoo answers questions and re-posting it with no care that this information has been done before and is absolutely stupid?

Do you believe racism is at an all-time high? If so, Who projects most of it?

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I have read alot of people immature answers to simple questions such as "Would you let your daughter marry a black man?" Why do some caucasians feel superior to the blacks in america? Why are we judge by the color of our skin? etc. Give me an answer please. The reponses were ridiculous. I can't get over Mr. ku klux klan kool. He responed "give that monkey a banana." Just way out of control. And for the ones who might misinterped what I'm saying, this is not a racist question. I just want to know what you think and how you feel OKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!

Do you believe racism is at an all-time high? If so, Who projects most of it?
I think racism is alive and well but is practiced more discretely and in a pc fashion. We see it in White flight (moving to neighborhoods without minority presence), we see it in private schools (to get away from minorities), we see it in Affirmative Action (if Blacks and Mexicans have problems "representing" then why the quotas and preferential hiring? Why don't we see similar quotas for jews and Orientals who do "represent" without needing reverse discrimination, oops I mean "help"?), and we even see it where a particular minority can use and call each other the "n-word" but anyone else uses it they claim to be able to use assault and violence to defend it (Is this not exclusionary? Is this not race based? Indians were treated poorly, Japanese "interned", Irish/Italians were openly discriminated at the end of the 19th/beginning of the 20th century and what makes it ok for Blacks to insult the rest of us with "you don't understand" flippant remark? Sorry but every race has been a slave, what's their problem getting over it?). I think the difference between those who openly say their racist and ones who won't is a certain level of honesty, honor, and level of consequences that they pay for saying their true feelings.

Most of all I see people claiming "equality" when no one believes in any of it. Does anyone honestly believe Orientals (Asia has too many races to call them "Asians") would make better football players, basketball lineup, boxers, or athletes in general average over Blacks (if you want to talk physical difference height, limb lengths, mass, etc)? If you entered into an advanced scientific, mathematics, physics, Engineering (I'm biased, my field), chemistry, or mental fields do you really believe you'll find Blacks representing in mathematical ratios higher than Orientals (we hear the stereotype of Orientals being smart)? We see Whites representing in the these fields in fact they made the most impact in the world and most would consider them competitive but would not consider Blacks and Orientals competitive with one another in these opposite fields for good reason, the dearth of their presence in each one. Yet I'm the racist for pointing out such a truth yet no one will be able to pull any stats from any non-Black college, government, or poll to disprove my claim but go look at any sport team roster in America (a "diversity" country) and you won't see Orientals there in numbers equal to world population ratio or Blacks in Science/Engineering/Chemistry clubs in any non-Black college equaling 12% of membership.

Many will claim racism is based on ignorance, self esteem issues, or people who must prop themselves up by belittling others. I will post sources below to prove I'm not ignorant. I will point out that Blacks over represent in crime and two sources I point out will show in my first source they commit crime at three times or more than percentage of population, on my second link our government points out "Based on current rates of first incarceration, an estimated 32% of black males will enter State or Federal prison during their lifetime, compared to 17% of Hispanic males and 5.9% of white males." yet with numbers backing me I'm the bigot for "profiling" when science backs it up (I can't find the source at this time but I also was about to post that most of people employed by the government are disproportionately in Black favor to prove the information on those sites are factual but then from this source http://www.eeoc.gov/federal/fsp2002/part... you'll notice a higher disproportionate hiring of Blacks over their population representation but not removing the AA policy). Oh by the way my third source shows that Blacks need to belittle White inventions/inventors to prop their self esteem to make it seem they have contributed more to society they they really have, the fourth link is a site with references and resources to debunk such claims. If you claim all races are equal then it shows racism against Whites in favor of Blacks, all that believes in equality are the truly ignorant, suffer self esteem issues, and prop others thru belittling Whites.

I'm a biracial half White/Oriental, I came to America from liberal parents who didn't teach me any racial beliefs to bias my opinion, I kept an open mind, interacted with others, researched, and came to conclusions that most people know from common sense. Minorities have political action groups (naacp, adl, etc) but you don't see Whites with any similar groups (any group representing them are considered "hate" groups) so if anything Whites are scared to show racism because they get sued or business gets hit because of negative publicity (products get pulled from shelves, radio/tv won't air their commercials, etc). We've all heard non-Whites use slurs describing Whites in their presence but Whites don't do it in front of us because they know the consequences of being branded a "racist" in today's society. The real racists with the real power are not White in fact the darker you are the more power you wield, right now the most racist group of all are Blacks.

Want a demo? Take a few Whites into a Black neighborhood and hear them make racial cracks without one Black person chastising them about it. Take a small number of Blacks to a majority White area and most Whites are silent and if one makes a crack the other Whites will chastise them (mainly so they won't be branded a racist). I can give a lot of similar things but I really don't have too, we all know the truth but unfortunately most people don't know history, it will be repeated, and Whites have always won in disproportionate numbers against non-Whites. What will I do? Luckily for me I speak multiple languages, have a skill, and will vacate when the SHTF and White back-lash begins, it's not a matter of "if" it's simply a matter of "when" because many keep getting pushed in a corner (they keep getting blamed for racism when they aren't and these encounters are what really creates racism). We saw it happen to Blacks during the civil rights movement and we'll see it happen during civil rights two. The pendulum swings both ways but nevertheless cuts the same...
Reply:It's still high. Report It

Reply:Shut up,you stupid MONKEY. Report It

Reply:RACISTS project the most racism... not a race.
Reply:I dunno wuts up with that either. all these racist people on here. I dont know what makes any race think their better than anyone. Everybody has the same stuff [[heart, organs, exc]] and the stupid little comments are annoying. 2 me, race is nothing.
Reply:globalisation and an increasing world population mean that the chances of racist people having children who they brainwash with slurs increases.

ignorance breeds ignorance.
Reply:No I think systematic racism was probably a lot worse 50 or 100 years ago. It just seems worse now because the internet allows any total idiot to spew their racist opinions.
Reply:I don't know, there are always going to be some bigoted people of any race. But I see a lot more people of different ethnicity's being Friends, dating, even getting married now than I used to, We all have differences, but people may be relaxing a little bit more now, I like people who are mature and intelligent, and who don't act rudely, no matter what color their skin might be. I have Friends from several kinds of backgrounds. As long as they (people) treat me decently, that's How I will treat them.
Reply:I think that there are immature racists on here. But there are racists everwhere and in every color. Im against judging on ones skin color. I think that they are insecure with themselves so they take it out on others.
Reply:There is nothing new under the sun.I must say that the perfect example of when racism was at an all time high was slavery.I think people are becoming more vocal in the current times because although there is no more or less hate than there was then,oppression because of gender/ethnicity is at an all time low.It's not half as easy as it was way back when for Bigots to act out their hate.
Reply:I think the mentality of a racist is exactly like the one of say a sexist. Think about it. A man trying to keep a woman down is exactly the same as any race trying to keep another race down. It's not just a white/black thing. In Yugoslavia it was a Serb/Croatian thing. In Iraq its the Kurds versus the Sunnis or Shi-tes or whatever. It's always something. People suck. It's like tyranny, when it goes unchecked, it's going to take place. Even dogs, when you have 2 dogs, there is always one trying to control the other. I agree that people should know better, but when people feel threatened, they tend to behave just like animals.
Reply:is has been so for all time and shall be so until the creator says no more.Its brother against brother until they unite to find a common enemy then it is brother against brother against the other.Its so and will never end until the end..
Reply:Negroid behaviour is responsible for rayzizm.

It has absolutely nothing to do with skin color.

That is a typical, cheap cop-out.

Any person that has had multiple contacts

with negroids, and have experienced savage negroid

crime, knows exactly where I am coming from.

Racists are not born, racism is an acquired

state of mind through experience and reality.

Dark Manifest is a perfect example. He made my point.
Reply:I think "racists" - some of them are just trying to get a rise - online tend to be a bunch of cowards who wouldn't dare speak some of the stuff they do in real life to someone of another race, since they don't want to get punched in the face or run over by a car or anything.

The Internet: Where Consequences Never Involve Instant Bodily Harm! (Ain't It Great?)
Reply:Did you all know that negroes commit far more crimes against Whites than Whites do to negroes? So while you're offended by "rassism", I'm offended by the fact that negroes are only 12% of the American population yet commit over half of the violent crimes.
Reply:Racism may not be as violent as it has in the past, at least in america. However, it has taken on different forms and they are just as damaging. With the disapproving looks/stares, verbally insulting people you think are weaker or stupid in a way that they wonder after the fact if they were really being made fun of(a classic of sit-coms, not really that funny when you think about it), maybe rap music (they always seem to play victim and never seem to recover - rise above - because that would be selling out or something.), white skinned (I say white-skinned people because Europe seems to classify race by: russian, german, polish, french, italian etc. and of course by religion.......) people seem to harbor little racisms for some reason or another.

At the highschool I went to the black guys and the russian guys argued all the time and could never get along. I always tried to understand this. I mean what the heck could a black guy and a russian guy have to agrue about? Come on. Any way, one day I was sitting in the library alone when some of the russians came and sat at my table. They proceeded to speak rapid russian while I read my book or whatever. Troy a male friend who happened to be black came in the library that morning. He came fast as he saw me.....but slowed when he saw the russians sitting there. Then he stopped and glared at me. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to what I was doing. When all of a sudden the russians burst into laughter. You know, when I hear people laugh hysterically I usually cannot help myself and I start laughing. As the case with the russians. Troy left and hardly spoke to me after that day. The leader of the pack said something again in russian and the pack laughed....I laughed...they looked at me with questioned looks.....the leader of the pack asked, "Do you know russian?" I said no because I don't. Then he asked, "Why do you laugh then?" I said I'm having a laughing spell. Then I asked them, why do they fight with the black guys at school. They all looked at eachother and the leader said something in russian and they all left. I tried asking Troy but, he wouldn't say a word. It was weird and made no sense.

Heck I don't know I was watching Holocaust videos on YouTube and some of the uneducated comments were disgusting. The really sad and embarrassing part was you could tell who the racist americans were from the others. The terms one idiot posted made me realize that the Holocaust in Europe ended in 1945 while America was still racist against its own people for many years after........today it is not as violent so it seems but it is still lingering about. It can and may flare up at any moment. Racism, it always seems to be on peoples minds every minute. Why is that?
Reply:REPORTED YOU ARE SO RAYCISSSMMM ARENT YOU!!!!

Can an extremely possessive dog be helped?

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I have two Dachshunds, The first one we have had since a puppy. Great dog, male, five years of age. The second one we retrieved from a shelter app. a year ago. Age 5-6? He was found running the streets with a German Sheppard. When we got him home he was skin and bones, but, as sweet as could be. This little dog has so much personality and so loveable, but he has turned into Dr. Jykle and Mr. Hide. The last several months he has become increasingly worse. When tired or cozily comfortable and asked to get out of his comfort zone he becomes vicious, also he will pick a person be cozy with, or to just lye around with. If any one comes near him it is attack city. He has bitten my 21 year old daughter when she was home for a visit. He has bitten my 25 year old son and my wife. He will attack me when I return home from work and he is with my wife or the other way around and my wife comes home after me. He will take a liking to a friend over to watch a movie and attack my wife or myself. Help!!

Can an extremely possessive dog be helped?
Good luck, Dachshunds are notorious biters (ours, as kids, were VERY sweet)... or so I heard my vet explaining to a new puppy owner recently, to my surprise. I would visit yahoo groups and look up "campnaughtydog", they are mostly English Mastiff folks there, but all breeds in need are welcome. That site has some of the BEST dog trainers in the country who are more than willing to give lots of advice, support and even help you locate a specialist in your area if necessary. Hope this helps, and all works out with the dog. God bless you for trying.
Reply:Obedience training for him, and watch TONS of The Dog Whisperer, because he deals with this kind of behavior ALOT. We've learned tons from that, its an excellent show.

My dachshund puppy is somewhat like this to and I've been getting very strict with her on that, because I don't need her to be aggressive. So far she will snap at my cousins if she's comfy somewhere and they try to pick her up (especially off of me) Once she was sleeping on a blanket (just fell asleep) on a foot stool and if it hadn't been me who touched her she would've taken a chunk outta my hand (she stopped when she realized it was me).
Reply:It sounds like your dog thinks he is the dominant one of the household, thats why he picks and chooses what he does and who he does it with. He SHOULD be grateful for your familys attention at any time. Firstly, kick him off the couch! Remind him that he is the dog in the family and not human. At any sign of tempermental behaviour put him outside or in a punishment room for a few minutes. This behaviour can be very common and my best advice for you is to check out some dog whisperer dvds, they will help you enough without needing to use a trainer, but follow the techniques properly.
Reply:Yes. Have you ever watched the show on TV "The Dog Whisperer"? It's on the National Geographic Channel. I recently watched an episode that was very similar to your problem, and he resolved it very quickly. They say, even though it looks easy, don't try it yourself. I would suggest contacting him. Looks like a case he may take on. I would guess, contact the network. He's amazing. Or, you could try a local trainer.
Reply:You've got a resource guarder that may also have fear issues. You need to find a trainer that uses positive reinforcement techniques to work with you.This is not going to be an easy journey with this dog, but understanding the dog a bit and how dogs learn will help you. There are good books on this site

www.fearfuldogs.com/books.html

You need to understand triggers and thresholds to keep everyone safe. When behaviors like this are not worked with appropriately (and punishment is often inappropriate) you end up with it getting worse. You really need to find a class and someone with experience to help you. There is a website apdt.com that lists certified trainers.

baby jade

Hmm...zits?

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Okay, this is an odd question, so sorry if I sound like an idiot! Anyhow, I hardly ever get acne, but I have two pimples on my face at the moment. I know not to pop them and I've been using this acne cream. Still, the one that's healing faster is getting increasingly dark. The swelling has gone down, but the skin looks different. Is there any way to avoid scarring, or is this just normal? Thanks! :) ~ Mr. Wonderful

Hmm...zits?
You don't sound like an idiot...your worry is perfectly normal, so there's nothing to apologize about, dude. Now, having said all that, let me give you my opinion on "zits".

i believe that it's a no-win situation with zits for MOST ppl. If you pop a zit, it may leave a hole, or a permanent scar. On the other hand, if you don't pop a zit, it may shrink on its own after a few days (if you can stand walking around with it on your face), but you run the risk of having it become a permanent "black-head" or dark brown spot on your skin. This dark spot will be so flat that it looks like it's just a part of your skin. If acne creams and patches (like Oxy and what not) don't seem to do the trick on eradicating your zits, then i'd rather suffer a few days of looking "ugly" then they'll shrink on their own (rather than popping them and having my face look like moon craters for the rest of my life). Later on, these dark patches can be removed at a facial (or beauty) salon...they have ways to remove them without surgery, as my mom and girlfriend have told me. (Of course, you can also opt for cosmetic surgery too if you got the money). So, really, it's a matter of preference how each person wants to treat their zits. Your call, dude.
Reply:it cancer get it check
Reply:You're going to have a red mark on there for a little while, but don't worry about it dude it will go away normally people on get scars if they have A LOT of zits.
Reply:its normal hun it will turn in2 a sort of scab that can b picked off...jus wash ya face with warm water to open up ya pores then apply the cream....the spot will point out at every1 but it wil disapear!!!dont squeeze or pop it wil spread!!xx
Reply:try puting a dab of mouth wash on it. it should dry up over night and they go away twice as fast as not doing n/e thing.
Reply:a peeling regimen will do the trick while it is still healing. put a dab of Tretinoin ointment on affected areas only.

hyperpigmented scars/areas (meaning a healed lesion) make use of sulfur or papaya soaps to even out the color and become homologous with your skin color
Reply:Try Clinique's Post Acne Formula. You just rub a little on the scar, and it helps it to go away, it REALLY works. You just have to use it for a little while. Follow the directions on the package.
Reply:It's normal just keep doing what your doing.
Reply:It is normal it will be back to normal after just a few days weeks(not more than a month)

Don't worry it is absolutely normal:)

I need some advice?

2010-04-24T04:50:00.000-07:00

I have been looking for mr right for a long time. It is very hard to find him since I am a virgin and all guys wanna do is u kno what. It hurts me b/c guys dnt like me because I dnt give it up and I am not light skin. (but I am caramel complextion) but it is so hard to see couples everywhere but I dnt know what to do can I have ur advice!!!

I need some advice?
just wait not saying yours not but if not get more social but dont do IT just because others do until you really want to I'm gona wait but I'm a teen and ignore peer pressure on everything :)
Reply:would you go out with me?
Reply:don't give it up till your ready

keep looking for Mr Right

any guy that pressures you to have sex is just after sex

tell him go home and jerk off

keep looking

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Reply:find some one you like and they like you for you and is not a pervert like all others
Reply:Don't stop believing what you believe in just in the hope that he is Mr. Right!!!! Stop looking for Mr. Right and he will come to you! Go out start getting to know people and then you may realise that there are guys out there that want "it" but they won'r pressure you into it.
Reply:I know what you mean, about seeing other couples and wanting what they have, but at the same time you don't want to compromise your own principles.

The guys that don't like you because you won't give it up, if you were to get involved with them you would be miserable in the end. They wouldn't respect you.

Bottom line, be true to yourself and you will have no regrets.

The good news is when you do meet Mr. Right, and there really is no telling how long that will take, you will know he is the one by the way he treats you and the way he doesn't pressure you to have sex. He will make you feel good on the inside, and then later when you're ready you can let him make you feel good on the outside.