we want to put in a stone fireplace..we see all the neighbors with the wood stacked and men doing chimney repairs..my parents did not have one built on the house cuz in the 50s they thought it was old fashioned..our grandparents summer house had a huge fireplace with large stones..i used to love to throw plastic cartons in the fire and watch them melt..my mom says ok with the idea..were thinking 30.000 thousand…that’s a lot for ambiance but…winter roasted chestnuts and fire place popcorn sounds cool.a neighbor said its a pain for repairs..soot..cleaning and too much work for pretty…is it worth it? we thought about a franklin stove or something of that nature but want to fiddle with the logs and see the flames..

too much chaos, and most of all $$. we’re are not wealthy. but we can still afford some luxeries once in a whillee… like going to the movies, eating popcorn, and sometimes, once in a while for really special occasions like my birthday, we even get to go bowling.

so i have had bday parties when i was 1,2,3, 5, 7,and 9, and 10 and 11. i am now 14. so i decided to finally do something nice, because i missed my 13th.

so i tell my parents i want a party. they say okay. so my mom tells me to buy whatever i want, and not to look at the prices because she feels guilty. so i say fine. i buy a whole bunch of stuff in every store i go to and this is the pricing.

btw 10 girls are coming!!
grocery shopping: 2.08– wth? how did that happen? we bought milk, eggs, doughnuts, bagels, creamcheese, and icecream, and frozen pizza. oh and candy and chips. we already have bread, peanutbutter, and jelly at home.

entertainment:
a movie- .99
a rented kariokie machine-

fun:
got my hair done- including tip!!! so expensive…. but really nice treatment.
got my nails done- and 2 dollar tip.
got nailpolish for the party- (got 7 shades)

how expensive? we’re keeping them for an entire 24 hours. i have no idea what to do.

so kariokie, painting our nails, what else? oh yeah, we’re taking a walk. we have music so maybe a little dancing.

and the movie i rented. ugh this is so annoying and overwhelming help!!! what can i do for cheap or low money???!?!?!

I’m writing a book and I want to get it published. Does this excerpt capture your attention?

p.s. sorry if you’re feeling lost about who everyone is. I kinda grabbed it right out of the middle of the book, haha.

~*~
I’ve been sitting in front of the TV for half an hour now, not really watching it. This show called Cook Yourself Thin is on, but I lost interest in it about three months ago. I think I’m going to call Abigale. I hurriedly get up and dig in my jeans pockets for my phone and in my shoulder bag for the worn piece of paper with Abigale’s number on it, and start dialing. The phone rings four times, and right before I press the End button, a muffled voice says wearily, "Hello?"
"Um, Hello." I say, just as wearily. "My name is Calida Monday. Is Abigale Mason there?"
"Oh, hey Calida. This is Peter."
"Hi." I say politely, but impatiently.
"Abigale isn’t here right now. Can I take a message?"
"No, that’s okay. I actually just wanted her opinion on something. I’ll call again tomorrow or something."
"Maybe I can help. What do you need an opinion on?" Peter sounds a little more alert.
"Nothing, really. There’s something in my attic. Something leaking, and my mom and I can’t quite figure out what it is."
"Do you want me to take a look?" Peter offers. Weird offer to make when you’ve just met somebody, isn’t it?
"I couldn’t ask you to do that." I laugh softly. " It’s not that big a deal."
"No, it’s okay. I don’t mind," he insists. "Do you mind if I come over in, oh, about ten minutes?"
"I don’t know," I start panicking. "You’re a boy, and-"
"I’m just helping you out with your attic. I’m sure your mom will understand." Peter interrupts. Why is he so keen on helping me with the attic leakage problem?
"Do you remember where I live?" I ask hesitantly. Man, I need to work on my refusal skills.
"’Course I do. I’ll be there soon." Peter hangs up. I flip my phone shut and shove it back into my pocket. So a boy is coming to my house. A boy I barely know, who seems to want to help me in the attic. Either he’s a 30 year-old rapist in disguise, or he’s just really, really nice. Is everyone here so hospitable?
I unwillingly trudge down the hall to mom’s room to let her know that we’ll be having company. First of all, she won’t be too happy that I’m interrupting her sleep. Second, she’ll be even less happy to hear that a male, hormonal boy will be alone with me in the attic. Lastly, I don’t think mom bought enough dinner supplies for three. "Mom," I rap quickly on the door and then lean against the wall beside it, anticipating an annoyed shout from the other side of the door.
"Come in," I hear instead. I open the door just a tad, and peek through. Mom is sitting up in her bed under the sheets and watching a sitcom on one of that old-fashioned, black and white, portable TVs in front of her with a small bag of popcorn in her hands. "Hey, sweetie. What do you need?" She says without looking up at me.
"Someone’s coming over in a few minutes. Is that okay? We won’t bother you."
"Who?"
Damn it. The question I was trying to avoid. "Just someone I know from school. He’s going to try to figure out what’s leaking in the attic."
"He? Who’s he?"
"Peter Mason."
Mom is silent for a while. I can’t tell if she’s watching the sitcom, or silently deliberating her answer. Finally, she speaks. "You know you’re not allowed to have boys over." She reaches for a bag of skittles on her nightstand.
"Yeah, I know, but he insisted. And wouldn’t a male that knows about all the technical stuff about a house be more appropriate for the situation?"
"I suppose, but you’ll be in the attic alone, and I don’t trust this Peter." Mom looks at me for the first time since I opened her door. I could see in her facial expression that she wanted to be a cool mom, but also wanted to do the right thing.
I didn’t want to pressure her, so I said, "That’s okay. I can just tell him to go back home." I start to close the door before mom says something again.
"Well, if his sole purpose for coming over is to figure out the leakage problem, I guess he can come over," mom agrees.
"Are you sure? I didn’t really want him to come over, either."
"Well, we need the leakage fixed, don’t we? Go ahead, let him come over."
"Okay, if you sa-" I was interrupted by our loud doorbell. "That’s him," I say quickly. I shut mom’s door and jog to the front door. "Hi, Peter," I say as I open it, only to realize that it’s not Peter standing at the door. "Oh, sorry- you’re not Peter. Hi."
"Hello," the unfamiliar boy laughs. "I’m Gene. I’m also lost."
"I’m Calida," I say diplomatically. "I just moved here, so I couldn’t give you directions anywhere."
"Oh." Gene’s face falls, and more softly and politely, he asks, "Can I use your phone?"
"Sure," I say in a higher voice than usual, and then pull my phone out of my pocket. "Just open it up and start diali
I have the whole thing in my blog on myspace (about 50 pages worth)

so if you want to check it out and give me a real opinion on the whole thing, just follow the link (or Copy+paste):

http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=328504937

I hope you feel less lost reading it. haha :/

My mom has a 2003 Chevy Malibu. She bought it with like k miles on it or something. She now has about k miles and has had it for almost 5 years. My dad always "fixes" the family cars (back when we all had Chevy’s) constantly. But she certainly hopes to not have to buy a new one now. But it’s as bad as ever.

Her check engine light is always on. And I don’t know much else because I haven’t driven with her since I moved out a few years ago. But I went with her somewhere yesterday and she turned her car on and it was shaking. She then put it in reverse and it was still shaking and bumping terribly. I guess the best way to describe it is when you put a baby on your legs and move your legs up and down like a "popcorn machine," like some people call it. And it’s very loud. Basically like you’re in a semi, but more bumpy, even just sitting there.

My dad says he changes the oil, but I don’t believe him. He’s known for saying he’ll do something and 2 years later it still isn’t done. He would always tell me he was changing my oil, and when I would say I can just take it to a shop if he’s busy, he would get upset and yell that he can just do it. But I found out that from summer of 2005 until summer of 2008 I had not had an oil change, even though he told me he was doing it, and my car is completely trashed and I had to buy a new one (which means the oil is a likely problem). So I am taking my mom’s car tomorrow to get an oil change when I visit the house. And hopefully I can get an appointment for a free inspection at a local place.

My dad has been saying for a few weeks now that he knows what it is and will fix it "tomorrow" but tomorrow keeps changing into weeks and then months really fast.

But do you have any suggestions on what I should say I think the problem is, when I go in for diagnostics?
Sorry, I’m an idiot. I have no idea why I put dollar signs in front of the mileage. I was just going over information on my bf trying to buy a new 2009 Loaded Jeep for k, so I guess I should stop trying to be in such a hurry when typing! My apologies.
Abdullah- Just because you can’t read doesn’t mean others can’t.
Grow up and get a life because right now you’re just a worthless bum who shouldn’t even be alive.

My mom runs this movie theater in town, and she brought home popcorn that was freshly popped in the machine but no one bought it. xD It’s like a whole garbage bag full. What should I do with it? I can’t possibly eat it all. Should I invite all my friends over to take what they want? XD

I’m going shopping with my best guy friend tomorrow for a gift for his Mom’s Birthday. He’s kinda hopeless at times and needs some gift ideas.

Here’s what shes like:
-She goes out to eat almost every night so dinner isn’t the greatest idea/ not very original.
-She hates to cook and garden.
-She loves T.V., Movies, and reading.

So my idea was an old fashioned popcorn bucket filled with a bunch of goodies including her favorite candies and a gift card to Best Buy or Blockbuster so she can get exactly what she wants without use guessing what she does or doesn’t have.

I remember certain scenes from the move. It was made somewhere between the 70′s and the 00′s. It was a horror movie.

The first scene I remember is a little girl (probably around 7 or and her mother were at an ice cream parlor. The girl was carrying a doll with her. She asked the cashier for more strawberries on her ice cream. The cashier told her she was going to have ask her mother. The cashier’s hair then got stuck in a blender and ripped her scalp off.

The second scene is with the little girl asleep in her bed with her doll curled up beside her. The mother walks into her room and hears a little music box playing at the foot of her bed. It stops and the mom runs out. The doll’s eyes open.

The third is with when the little girl sits up and is screaming at her mother to make her popcorn. The mom is shown cooking the old fashioned popcorn (the one you cook on the stove) and staring down at a man (her husband I’m assuming) with a knife stuck in his chest.

The last scene I remember is the girl screaming at her mother who has a hammer in her hands. She then begins to smack the hammer into her forehead while crying at the little girl to make her stop.

If anyone knows the name of this movie, please help me. ^_^

i saw my mom looking at this on her computer and she knows i love the movie theater popcorn so i think she is going to buy me this…

http://www.stargatecinema.com/1911-Style-8oz-Popcorn-Machine-Black-Chrome-pr-88141.html

including the stand. the thing is, its not the movie theater style its the antique style so does that mean it wont make theater popcorn? and how can i make theater popcorn with it? people have been saying that you don’t need one to make it but some have been saying u do so whats the deal? some have also been talking about coconut oil and something called flavolo or something. and how much of it do u need? and does that machine above make theater popcorn? is it top Quality?

PS if u are gonna show me some links, to machines, please make sure they are black and white.

THANKS ALL!