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the hole meant for the dryer exhaust to allow this AC to release heat? I understand that there are free standing units, but I do not have the money for that right now

I know that the story of the Good Samaritan tells of the "outsider" saving the man in the ditch. He would have been the last person that we would have expected to help him, yet he is the ONLY one. The persons that we expected to do so, let us down.

Anyone know of other examples? I am looking for examples of people doing for one another specifically. Not for Jesus to be doing the work.

Thank you and God Bless.

He barks and snaps at everyone that he meets. What is the best way to introduce him to new people and keep myself safe from him biting other people? Any ideas?

It has oil and gas.

We have had 90+ degree days and we have had snow with several weeks of freezing temperatures. The landlord put in a window a/c unit and nothing more. Our lease is up at the end of February and we will hopefully find another home before then, but do we have any recourse against the landlord who stated in the lease that they do the repairs? We have not written the complaint in writing, but they did send someone out twice to attempt to repair the unit. They decided that the replacement cost was too high. Also, on the third night of the freeze, she did call to see if we were "okay." She definitely knows that the repair needs to be made.

During the day it usually runs 130s or 40s over 90s. In the evening hours, high 90s/low 100s for systolic.

Any explanations?

How can i know what to take off?

I have removed ALL pictures and music from my computer as well as the Sims 2 and so forth.

Any other ideas?????

I have a sterling silver chain that has my hair all wrapped up in it. It looks totally gross, but I cannot get it out. I hate to throw it out and buy a new one, but I can think of nothing....

HELP!

I have been having pretty severe pain in my lower left abdomen, so I went to the doctor. The doctor was fairly certain that it was an ovarian cyst, so we scheduled an ultrasound.

I got the call that I did indeed have an ovarian cyst, but on my RIGHT ovary. I still have the pain on my left side and I have to go see an OB/GYN tomorrow. My doctor says that I will need more tests, probably a CAT scan.

I am a little afraid. What else could be causing my pain?

We do not have a lot of money to spend, but we just want to share a beautiful Christmas with our kids in the snow.

Where can I find them?

Trying to find out wherre to focus my job search...

"Warning: Spyware threat has been detecte on your PC. Your computer has several fatal errors due to spyware activity. You are strongly recommended to install an antispyware softwatrer to close all security vulnerabilities. Antispyware software helps protect your PC against spyware and other security threats. CLICK HERE TO SCAN YOUR COMPUTER FOR SPYWARE"

When we click the link, it takes us to a list of spyware softwares, but none will download. We cannot open much of anything on our computer. Please HELP!!

Sometimes I think that he really likes me, but when he talks about what he wants in his future, it is nearly the opposite of me.

We have a great time when we are together and he gets this look in his eye sometimes that says more than words ever could.

What gives?

Are there certifications that are needed?

I HEARD THAT THERE IS, BUT CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHAT IT IS CALLED?

HEAR'SAY LYRICS

"Monday Monday"

Bah da bah da da da

Bah da bah da da da

Bah da bah da da da

Monday Monday so good to me

Monday mornin' it was all I hoped it would be

Oh Monday mornin' Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee

That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me

Monday Monday can't trust that day

Monday Monday sometimes it just turns out that way

Oh Monday mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be

Oh Monday Monday how could you leave and not take me

Every other day every other day

Every other day of the week is fine yeah

But whenever Monday comes but whenever Monday comes

A you can find me cryin' all of the time

Monday Monday so good to me

Monday mornin' it was all I hoped it would be

But Monday mornin' Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee

That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me

Every other day every other day

Every other day of the week is fine yeah

But whenever Monday comes but whenever Monday comes

A you can find me cryin' all of the time

Monday Monday can't trust that day

Monday Monday it just turns out that way

Oh Monday Monday won't go away

Monday Monday it's here to stay

Oh Monday Monday

Oh Monday Monday

I LAUGHED UNTIL I CRIED>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out loud!

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me

there was "something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.

"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm

serious, Dad . Can you help?"

I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and

followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was

indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.

"Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"

"Oh, my gosh!" my wife exclaimed. "She's having babies."

"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"

I was equally outraged.

"Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want

them to reproduce," I said accusingly to my wife.

"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their

cage?" she inquired (I think she actually said this

sarcastically!).

"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded

her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).

"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.

"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you

know," she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!).

By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was

going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it.

"Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience," I

announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth."

"Oh, gross!" they shrieked.

"Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know.

We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what

looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.

"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.

"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified.

"Do something, Dad !" my son urged.

"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the

foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It

disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.

"Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know.

"Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)

"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to

the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.

"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.).

The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.

"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested

scientifically.

"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs.

Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?"

I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.

"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.

"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This lizard is not

in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen . . . Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um . . . um . . . masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back." He blushed, glancing at my wife.

We were silent, absorbing this.

"So, Ernie's just . . just . . excited," my wife

offered.

"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood.

More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to

giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.

"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.

Tears were now running down her face. "It's just . . .

that . . I'm picturing you pulling on its . . . its . . . teeny

little . . ." She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.

"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the vet and

hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.

"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad ," he

told me.

"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with

laughter.

Two lizards: $140.

One cage: $50.

Trip to the vet: $30.

Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie:

Priceless!

Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class.

Lizards lay eggs!!!

A group of country neighbors wanted to get together on a regular basis and socialize. As a result, about 10 couples formed a dinner club and agreed to meet for dinner at a different neighbors' house each month. Of course, the lady of the house was to prepare the meal.

When it came time for Dick and Jane Brown to have the dinner at their house, Like most women, Jane wanted to outdo all the others and prepare a meal that was the best that any of them had ever lapped a lip over.

A few days before the big event, Jane got out her cookbook and decided to have mushroom smothered steak When she went to the store to buy some mushrooms, she found the price for a small can was more than she wanted to pay.

She then told her husband, "We aren't going to have mushrooms because they are too expensive."

He said, "Why don't you go down in the pasture and pick some of those mushrooms? There are plenty of them right in the creek bed."

She said, "No, I don't want to do that, because I have heard that wild mushrooms are poison."

He then said, "I don't think so. I see the varmints eating them all the time and it never has affected them."

After thinking about this, Jane decided to give this a try and got in the pickup and went down in the pasture and picked some. She brought the wild mushrooms back home and washed them, sliced and diced them to get them ready to go over her smothered steak. Then she went out on the back porch and got Ol' Spot's (the yard dog) bowl and gave him a double handful. She even put some bacon grease on them to make them tasty.. Ol' Spot didn't slow down until he had eaten every bite.

All morning long, Jane watched him and the wild mushrooms didn't seem to affect him, so she decided to use them. The meal was a great success, and Jane even hired a lady from town to come out and help her serve. She had on a white apron and a little cap on her head. It was first class.

After everyone had finished, they all began to kick back and relax and socialize. The men were visiting and the women started to gossip a bit. About this time, the lady from town came in from the kitchen and whispered in Jane's ear. She said, "Mrs. Brown, Spot just died." With this news, Jane went into hysterics. After she finally calmed down, she called the doctor and told him what had happened.

The doctor said, "It's bad, but I think we can take care of it. I will call for an ambulance and I will be there as quick as I can get there. We'll give everyone enemas and we will pump out everyone's stomach. Everything will be fine. Just keep them all there and keep them calm."

It wasn't long until they could hear the wail of the siren as the ambulance was coming down the road. When they got there, the EMTs got out with their suitcases, syringes, and a stomach pump. The doctor arrived shortly thereafter. One by one, they took each person into the master bathroom, gave them an enema and pumped out their stomach.

After the last one was finished, the doctor came out and said, I think everything will be fine now, and he left."

They were all looking pretty peaked sitting around the living room, and about this time, the town lady came in and said, "You know, that fellow that ran over Ol' Spot never even stopped!!

After a long night of making love, he notices a photo of another Man on her nightstand by the bed.

He begins to worry.. "Is this your husband?" he nervously asks. "No, silly," she replies, snuggling up to him.

"Your boyfriend, then?" he continues.

"No, not at all," she says, nibbling away at his ear.

"Is it your dad or your brother?" he inquires, hoping to be reassured.

"No, no, no! You are so hot when you're jealous!" she answers.

"Well, who in the hell is he, then?" he demands.

"That's me before the surgery