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Best design shows show on HGTV?

I just upgraded my cable – I like the design shows they have on… not the ‘how to purchase/sell/flip/appraise’ shows. I like the home improvement/gardening/ect. stuff. Anyway, I watch about 1 hour of TV MAXIMUM in a day. I’d like to start timer recording something. Suggestions?

Is There Something Wrong With Me?

About 3 years ago my Dad died. I didn’t really get to know him that well, even though my parents were together. I made it obvious I prefered my Mom without realising, but towards the end of his life I got to know him more, and regretted heavily the desicions I made before.

About 2 months later, our new kitten was maulled to death by a fox in our garden. About a year after that, my Gran died, then my uncle. Now I only have one living grandparent left.

I now have no emotional connection with my Mom, and my sister treats me like dirt, and I havn’t told any of my friends about anything that happened.

A few weeks ago my favourite charactor died in a TV show. I was incredibly sad for several days, and I don’t no why. It was nothing hormonal and I have found my self being constantly feeling down since. Its weird, because I always get connected to charactors in TV shows.

After this I went on a christian skiing holiday, and converted to christianity. I meet the most amazing people there, and, for the first time felt happy. As soon as I got home I felt that incredible sadness again, so much so I booked my own youth holiday with my friend ( with the same people ) a week later. But we might not get a place.

I’m only 13 so I don’t really now the signs of depression, but I was wondering, is anything wrong with me?

What do you think of my descriptive story?

The winter’s sun shot me in the eyes with its desolate glare, my skin finding no redemption to being eaten by my own salty tears. Everything seemed so slow… there was no wind, yet I could still hear a hussle of the leaves in the chestnut tree besides me. The air was well below freezing, still, I felt no urge to grasp my arms and huddle up like a penguin fighting arctic gales- but even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I urged my self up, and finally perceived my surroundings, instinctively attempting to keep a sharp eye for any danger. To my left there were hand built stone walls opening up to lush rolling hills, peering off to the distance like a child’s TV show, and to the right, was a single row of industrial terraced housing, built with stone, contrasting from light to dark in a peculiar way and each with a small five foot garden with a plastic-potted plant balancing precariously on either gate post. In between was the perennial road. White lines were distanced apart in the centre until they halted at a zebra crossing- and strangely enough, that lead directly to the front door of one of the terraced houses.

Baffled by this, I found my self taking steps miraculously towards the mystery house. Steps became feet, feet became paces, and paces became hugs strides, but even though I expected to increase in speed, it felt like I was inching steps all over again. I halted at the house with the zebra stripes leading up to it, which seemed to strangle me in its pernicious aura. My heart thumped with rebellion as it jerked my legs towards the house’s coat of mystery, perusing I had no means of escape.

I could hear a faint tap. The tapping was so scarce I had to kneel in front of the stained wooden door to hear it; the cold patio clawing at my knees gave me a sudden urge to fling my arms around my thighs and fight the bitterly cold chains which were grasping me. The tap was so lacking rhythmic value; it was a couple of dire seconds before it tapped again. Images appeared in my head, of a soul confronted by its mortal foe, perhaps using the last of its strength to signal some help-blood draining into the carpet-with this pathetic tap. I opened my eyes, and saw a narrow line between the house and the ground I hadn’t noticed before, entering into the basement. I guessed no-one was home, as there were no lights on. But then again, a ‘mortal foe’ wouldn’t want to gain suspicion. I shuddered, bringing my numb waist up to the height of the window ledge, avoiding the mould which had smothered itself around the window pane.

Two dusty trampled chairs strangely enough surrounded a wide-screen plasma TV, followed by last centuries’ trinkets, ornaments and bush-baby dolls. The walls were covered in pernickety tulip wallpaper, dripping condensation in all corners leaving a green mark on the blood-red carpet. *tap* I swiftly jolted my head at the corner of the TV, in which during the tap a red light bleeped. *Tap* Again and again it bleeped at the same time of the tap. I couldn’t help but wait to guess for the next tap- a feeling of notability washed over me- but I was too focused on the tapping. I felt like a small child again. Everything was suddenly so exciting. I waited for another red light to draw me into its splendid glow, but my eyes were weary and unfocused. The warmth biding my feet burned like a sharp branding iron had hammered into my bone. Quenching my reconnaissance.

A deformed man smirked behind the pitiful glass, watching me shed tears, his blue eyes sunk into the fatigue that overwhelmed my drowning conscience.

What should i do with the kids this summer?

So i’m baby sitting again this summer and i would like to know some activities to do.

A) 2 boys: one is going into 2nd grade and the other starting kinder garden

B) both love legos, scooby Door videogame, movies (basically have 2 movies they want to watch over and over again… last summer it was transformers and this dinosaurs tv show)

C) upcoming 2nd grader has started reading kid-friendly chapter books with this parent’s at night.

D) upcoming kinder gardener like to play in the dirt and be a boy he is. he is into sticks and shoot ‘em up games (makebelieve)

what can i do with the kids all summer? if your going to say crafts- please give me some ideas.
i already know that for a few hours i’ll let them ride they’re bikes and stuff outside- that’s their favorite thing to do.

We’re in an apartment complex so we have a pool, tennis courts, and a small park near by.

Oh, and i can’t drive yet… i only have a permit.

The mom will be gone all day, the dad sometimes works from home and they’re grandma is usually there, except when she goes to the doc.

What reality shows are there that can makeover our ugly backyard?

I don’t believe we’ll ever get to be on a TV show but at least I can try, maybe I will get some ideas or help with our yard.

We live in a typical San Francisco Sunset home that we bought 3 years ago, but our backyard is not functional at all.
It is nothing but tall overgrown weeds with 1 big tree on the side, but the biggest problem is not getting rid of the weeds and junk but the fact that it is actually 3 levels. First level is a small cement patio, then below it, we have 2 levels of the overgrown madness.

The entire family loves the outdoors (nothing extreme, walks on the beach, parks etc) and it would be nice if we can transform the yard into 1 cohesive relaxing space. We know absolutely nothing about gardening so it would be nice if the yard required minimal maintenance. My parents recently remodeled a lot of the house, it would be nice if this could be my gift to them, I wouldn’t mind spending a chunk of my savings on it but I don’t even know who to turn to.

Any help would be much appreciated.

I’m feeling a bit puzzled about the current England-South Africa Test match. Can anyone help?

I have been away for a few days, and got back home yesterday afternoon. I didn’t see any of the match for the first two days, as I did not have access to a TV showing it. I didn’t watch much yesterday when I got home, as I was too busy with domestic chores. Today I have been at work.
So I have a number of questions:
1) Who is Darren Pattinson? I am a cricket anorak, and I have never heard of the bloke.
2) Am I in a time-warp? I know I posted a ‘Dr Who’ related question a couple of weeks back, but I didn’t realise then when I donned a long coloured scarf and installed a blue police box in my garden that it would mean I could time-travel. So why have England conceded a 300+ runs lead on first innings, and are battling to stave off an innings defeat. Am I back in the 1990′s?
3)Are South Africa really this good, or are England just that bad?