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"ding dong"…
"ding dong"…
Please answer!
The huge oak door creaks open slowly and there stands the most beautiful man I have ever seen, the man that graces every one of my dreams. The man I would sell my soul for.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth. His aviator lenses glint in the harsh sunlight. He holds out a sparkly gloved hand. THE sparkly gloved hand.
"Hi, I’m Michael. I’ve been expecting you" Such a simple sentence. But one that makes my heart beat uncontrollably.
I curse myself for hesitating to grab his hand. Maybe it is the huge snake, tenderly known as Muscles, coiled around his body. Or maybe it’s the fact that my palms are getting increasingly sweatier by the second.
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths I tell myself.
"Hello. Michael. I’m Lauren."
The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Mannequins of all shapes and sizes are hovering over me. I immediately sit up and inspect my surroundings. Oh my God, could this be reality? Am I really inside of his house? And if this is a dream, please don’t wake me up!
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful angelic smile is staring back at me.
"Oh! Michael, I’m so so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m…"
His laugh interjects my blubbering. It is the single most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. I can’t help myself; a huge smile spreads across my face.
"It’s ok. Really. Don’t worry about it. I’m kind of used to it," He says playfully. "Wanna go see the Ranch?"
"Of course!” I respond a little too quickly and a little too loudly. He giggles, but stoically composes himself. He takes my hand, and we start towards the door.
Minutes later we are racing go-carts around the winding track, taking no prisoners. Funny, I never expected my idol to be so competitive! He swerves in front of my cart, screaming, so innocent and child-like. Then he speeds away. I laugh to myself and press my pedal to the floor in an attempt to catch up with him. I don’t want him to be out of my sight. After about 20 minutes of racing, I see his cart come to a stop on the side. I pull over next to him. A slim but toned arm hangs out of the window. His fingers curl, beckoning me to come closer. I was out of my cart in 2 seconds flat. I made my way over to his window, as unsteady as a drunk. Ha, this man IS pretty intoxicating I think to myself. Leaning into the window I smell a sweet woodsy odor. He even smells amazing!? Oh Lord, please do not let me faint again.
“What do you want?” I question sarcastically, pushing him ever so lightly.
He blesses me with that heart melting smile and steps out of the cart. Before I know it my Roxy flip flops are lifted off of the go-cart track. He is carrying me, heaven only knows where. But I’m not complaining. His breathing is pretty even but I am so worried that I am too heavy for him. He’s muscular, but still so thin! After about 30 seconds of worrying I decide to close my eyes and savor the moment. I feel his heartbeat and at that moment, I knew I could die happy. Michael then flops me onto the grass beside a giant Ferris wheel. I lie on my back and smile up at him. He kneels over my prostrate body holding my arms hostage above my head. My heart must be about to beat out of my chest! I know that he can hear it!
“Don’t move a muscle,” he whispers.
“Your wish is my command,” I manage to say.
Michael then sprints off across the yard. I listen carefully as his footfalls become quieter and quieter. Obeying his command I lie on my back impatiently. My thoughts run wild. Did he desert me? Where did he go? When is he coming back? I drum my fingers against the cool grass to distract myself, I don’t succeed. Suddenly, a blast of cold water hits my face.
“AH!” I yell, wiping my eyes and standing up simultaneously. As soon as my eyes are clear I realize I am looking down the barrel of a gun, a Super Soaker to be exact.
“Oh no! Michael, NO!”
He pays no mind, squirting me mercilessly with the huge yellow and green water gun. I fumble around blindly trying to get my hands on him. I feel something plastic and cool touch my fingers. Revenge! I pick up my recently discovered Super Soaker and begin to pump it with the upmost ferocity. As I reach for the trigger I hear his mesmerizing voice.
“I never lose a water gun fight,” he shouts. We continue to drench each other with water for the next 10 minutes. Though, it was a pretty one sided fight. I feel myself collapsing onto the now soggy ground.
“I surrender,” I gasp. “No more!”
Michael grasps my shoulders and guides me to my feet.
“What did I tell ya?” He giggles. “I NEVER lose a water gun fight.”
I laugh in spite of myself. I begin draining my shirt and brushing off my shorts. I look up; I can feel Michael’s gaze on me through his sunglasses. I nervously purse my lips together and prepare
myself for what is to come next. He leans in slowly and I feel my knees start to buckle. His smell fills my nostrils and my head spins. My fantasy is suddenly cut short.
“Let’s go!” He titters. He grabs my hand and takes off, towing me behind him.
We stroll at a slow pace around the Ranch, my hand in his. There is nothing sexual about the gesture. It just feels…right. Every so often Michael will point out certain attractions, like the Zipper and the SeaDragon, my personal favorites. By now, it is 5 in the afternoon and I realize that I haven’t eaten. Now that my nerves have calmed the hunger hits me in full force. An embarrassing grumble escapes from the depths of my stomach. I cast a quick glance at Michael to see if he heard it. He leans his head slowly towards me with his eyes trained ahead.
“What was that?” he questions.
“Um, nothing.” I stutter, coughing to cover up another earth shattering growl.
“Mmm. I’m sorry Lauren. I’m not a big eater and I forget when I’m with others. How about we go back inside and order something.”
I really have to work on this “lost for words” thing I think to myself. I smile and nod and we make our way back to the house.
Once there, Michael tells me to make myself comfortable and he will get me some food. He brushes past me, bumping my shoulder playfully. I wander aimlessly throughout the mansion trying to convince myself that a human being cannot be perfect. But Michael makes me wonder. I spot a shelf that attracts my interest. I begin to lightly dust off a row of Grammy awards with my fingers.
“Amazing huh?”
I practically jump out of my skin. Michael had appeared by my side so silently it was eerie.
“I thank God everyday for the opportunities and talents He has blessed me with. And my goal is to give the world what I was lucky to rec
. I turn around to face him and realize he has removed his aviators. I look deep into his beautiful brown eyes hoping to see his soul. I see the strength of a person who has been through the unimaginable. But I can also see the fragility of a man who has been robbed of his childhood. He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me into a tight embrace. I consequently wrap mine around his waist. Our bodies mold together and I feel his heart beating against mine for the second time in one day. I AM the luckiest girl alive.

Yesterday I went to Lifetime fitness gym, and I saw a small yellow cart with 4 wheels in each corner. You get on the floor, put your feet on top of that little cart and you start working out your obliques if you just roll the cart with your feet from side to side while you have your hands placed on the floor. I would like to find out the name of that little cart and find out where can I buy it..Thank you for your help.

I have an old jlo 400 snowmobile engine and I am putting it on my golf cart frame. The engine has a starter and a coil and three wires coming out of the block. One going to the coil and the other two just hanging there. I have the old ignition but not sure of the proper wiring. If anyone can help I would be greatly appreciative. Thank you in advance.

Here is my outpouring. Please don’t just answer with "get a divorce," or "get counseling" because I need more than that. I met my husband in June 2008. He worked in the mall in the store across from mine. We were both 23. I was instantly (as was he) sexually attracted and exchanged numbers. The next day, we hung out and watched a movie and made out and he pressured me for sex but I said no. He smoked cigarettes and drank alcohol but knew I was straight-edge. We talked off and on, I flaked on him a few times and we ended up not talking again until maybe late late June 2008. He ended up getting arrested July 11 2008 and I was the first person he called. I instantly felt my heart break–there was something in him I needed and I truly cared about him. He was in jail for almost 3 months and we wrote eachother EVERY DAY. I visited him 2 days a week and would just sit outside the jail window when he didn’t have visits because I knew he could see me. He got out September 24th, and we (through the course of our letters and phone calls) became INSEPERABLE. He asked me to marry him and I said yes. We were married September 27th. When he got out, he said he wanted to change his life. No more smoking, drinking, he was continuing to stay off meth (he’d been clean for 9 months at the time) and now…we’re 7 months married, I’m 7 months pregnant, he’s smoking now, drinking alcohol, disappearing EVERY weekend and will NOT tell me where he is. He has relapsed with meth one time. I am not a saint in this. Because of my distrust, I look up his phone records, I go through his phone, even text strange numbers that he’s called late at night asking who it is. He lies about what friends’ house he’s going to be at, he tells me he’ll (for example) be home at 11pm on friday night and doesn’t come home until SUNDAY MORNING. I do not think he is cheating–he has my name tattooed on his neck and his wedding ring line is tanned on his hand. He swears he lives in the movie 8 Mile. He wants to be a rapper (he’s white…) so he (after he decided to FINALLY be honest about where he goes every weekend) goes and raps with his homeboys. He says he lies because he knows I’ll hate his friends but I tell him–I didn’t marry a rapper. I married a guy who was just as clingy as me. Not an alcohol drinking, smoking, lying, idiot that would leave me alone every weekend while I’m at home, 7 months pregnant. We have sex every couple of days and when I confronted him with my need to have sex daily (at the onset of marriage, we had sex three or four times a day) he says he’s "cool." The truth came out when we argued in the car two nights ago: he told me to get in the backseat of his car and he was taking me to get some food at Sonic while he freestyled and drove with a 32 oz. Miller Highlife in his lap. I begged him not to drive drinking with me (and our unborn son) in the car plus he’s on probation so…but when we left Sonic and were sitting in a parking lot, I told him I wanted to sit in the passenger seat up front. So I got out and he started in on me because he thinks he doesn’t satisfy me sexually (which I NEVER said..just that we don’t do it enough.) and I said no, we don’t have sex at all. So he drove off and I was in this parking lot barefoot at 11pm. I didn’t know what to do–he sped over to me really quick and screamed out the window he was going to bring back "4 or 5 black guys to f**k (me) good" and then drove to the gas station nearby and stopped a guy presumably asking if he wanted to have sex with me. I started to walk to the grocery store to use the phone to call his sister and he came back and asked the grocery cart kid if he wanted to fuck his wife’s "loose sl*tty p*ssy." Eventually, he told me to get back in the car and we came home and laid in bed. I got so mad I started talking so filthy to him and crying asking him how he could call his wife and the mother of his child a slut and comment on my body like he did and he said it was true. LONG STORY SHORT: my husband and I have physically fought once before, we are constantly emotionally abusing each other, but at the same time, he’ll come home with my name tattooed on his neck and I feel sick thinking of him not in my or our son’s life. How can I stop being so controlling and is my controlling behavior leading him to act like this? What can we do…? We aren’t trailer trash hicks but I swear I feel like it sometimes.
All these answers are so true…but it’s hard to hear the truth. I tell him every weekend, after he decides to answer his phone or text me back (I will literally call him hundreds of times) to kick rocks and get out. But…I can’t pay the rent by myself (sad but true) and the apartment is solely in my name. So…it’s just hard. I consider myself attractive (eventhough I’m hugely pregnant…gained like 60 pounds but have swore to lose it…I have ridiculous self-esteem now lol) and deserve to want to be touched and kissed and sexually desired. I’m scared now that I will have our son and get back in shape and cheat on him. Very afraid of that. But who wants a single mom? lol

I have a 3 month old daughter that goes everywhere in her car seat. We’ve only been "shopping" to the Target where the carts are newer and our Graco actually snaps into the child’s seat perfectly. Is this ok to do this procedure for the regular carts too at grocery stores/walmart where the buggys child seat is smaller? Do we bring the stroller or what?

I got my Florida learners license yesterday and want to drive everyday for the practice. For a few day’s I’ll be going to North Carolina and was wondering if I could drive there (obviously with an adult). I have looked everywhere and can’t find any laws pertaining to this.
Also, in North Carolina, how old do you have to be to drive a golf cart?

I am looking for a fairly cheap electric golf cart in good condition. I have not had any luck as far as prices go. Any ideas? Thanks!

http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/FERRARI-TESTAROSSA-Go-Kart-Kit-Toy-Model-Cart-Collector_W0QQcmdZViewItemQQcategoryZ46105QQihZ014QQitemZ330148001869QQrdZ1QQsspagenameZWDVW this link is for one on ebay !

they said that was sold last Christmas on FAO Schwarz & Neiman Marcus for 50k. is that true ?

I printed fine before I changed to a new black Epson Cart. I did it correctly. Now it won’t print. Should I just go buy another black cartridge. I’ve tried everything using the printers help options.

I try everything to keep him in the cart. I put him in the buggy part, but he keeps trying to climb out. I put him in the part where I can strap him in, and he wiggles out of that.I have bribed him with toys and food. I have told him he would go to time out. I can’t let him run around on his own, because I also have a 5 month old daughter with me. Any advice??? Thanks!

Okay… so my 13th b-day party is coming up and I’m inviting boys and girls. I want this party to be fun and something all my friends will remember.

I’ve already had:
beach party
bat-a-ball/go-cart/mini-golf party
roller skating party

Give me some BIG ideas!!!

BTW I’m a girl if that helps at all.

I don’t go to the large stores because I am uncomfortable with the idea of using the electric cart. Maybe someone needs that cart more than me. I can still walk with a cane but in a store that large I have to stop a lot and it’s painful. The reason I am asking is I need to go to a large store with another person and I have noticed how they always have trouble walking as slow as I. I think perhaps the person I am with is uncomfortable thinking they have to stay very near me. Did you struggle with this? My friends and family have been trying to get me to use them for two years but instead I quit going.
What are your thoughts and who is entitled to the use of the carts? I am on disability and have the placards for driving but haven’t used them either because it’s easier just not to go.

"ding dong"…
"ding dong"…
Please answer!
The huge oak door creaks open slowly and there stands the most beautiful man I have ever seen, the man that graces every one of my dreams. The man I would sell my soul for.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth. His aviator lenses glint in the harsh sunlight. He holds out a sparkly gloved hand. THE sparkly gloved hand.
"Hi, I’m Michael. I’ve been expecting you" Such a simple sentence. But one that makes my heart beat uncontrollably.
I curse myself for hesitating to grab his hand. Maybe it is the huge snake, tenderly known as Muscles, coiled around his body. Or maybe it’s the fact that my palms are getting increasingly sweatier by the second.
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths I tell myself.
"Hello. Michael. I’m Lauren."
The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Mannequins of all shapes and sizes are hovering over me. I immediately sit up and inspect my surroundings. Oh my God, could this be reality? Am I really inside of his house? And if this is a dream, please don’t wake me up!
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful angelic smile is staring back at me.
"Oh! Michael, I’m so so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m…"
His laugh interjects my blubbering. It is the single most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. I can’t help myself; a huge smile spreads across my face.
"It’s ok. Really. Don’t worry about it. I’m kind of used to it," He says playfully. "Wanna go see the Ranch?"
"Of course!” I respond a little too quickly and a little too loudly. He giggles, but stoically composes himself. He takes my hand, and we start towards the door.
Minutes later we are racing go-carts around the winding track, taking no prisoners. Funny, I never expected my idol to be so competitive! He swerves in front of my cart. He screams, so innocent and child-like, and speeds away. I laugh to myself and press my pedal to the floor in an attempt to catch up with him. I don’t want him to be out of my sight. After about 20 minutes of racing, I see his cart come to a stop on the side. I pull over next to him. A slim but toned arm hangs out of the window. His fingers curl, beckoning me to come closer. I was out of my cart in 2 seconds flat. I made my way over to his window, as unsteady as a drunk. Ha, this man IS pretty intoxicating I think to myself. Leaning into the window I smell a sweet woodsy odor. He even smells amazing!? Oh Lord, please do not let me faint again.
“What do you want?” I question sarcastically, pushing him ever so lightly.
He flashes that heart melting smile and steps out of the cart. Before I know it my Roxy flip flops are lifted off of the go-cart track. He is carrying me, heaven only knows where. But I’m not complaining. His breathing is pretty even but I am so worried that I am too heavy for him. He’s muscular, but still so thin! After about 30 seconds of worrying I decide to close my eyes and savor the moment. I feel his heartbeat and it is the best feeling I have ever experienced. Michael then flops me onto the grass beside a giant Ferris wheel. I lie on my back and smile up at him. He kneels over my prostrate body holding my arms hostage above my head. My heart must be about to beat out of my chest! I know that he can hear it!
“Don’t move a muscle,” he whispers.
“Your wish is my command,” I manage to say.

… To be continued.

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1. Tell the checker they need to trim their nose hairs.
2. If there’s a family with kids, start cussing and saying they stole your pancake mix.
3. Get a box of crayons, then put them in a baby’s cradle, then claim that he/she stole them.
4. Wear all white and ask everyone you see if they’d like to join your new religion; the (Your name)inians.
5. Make out with the checker.
6. Make out with some random person. (Preferably OPPOSITE gender )
7. Ask the checker "Paper or Plastic Ma’am/Sir?"
8. Sing at the top of your lungs to the store music off tune and maybe even the wrong song, then apologize to someone for your "break out".
9. If it’s the Dollar Store, ask constantly, to every item, "and how much is this?".
10. If someone asks "Paper or plastic?" look offended and say "Rubber of course!".
11. At the pharmacy, ask the pharmacist if she smuggles heroin.
12. At the pharmacy, gurgle Alka-seltzer and yell "RABIES!"
13. At the pharmacy, talk to an old man/woman about doing meth in the alley together, making sure the pharmacist hears.
14. Follow a family around the store, yelling "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!?!?" if they turn around and look at you.
15. Hum to elevator music, while the store is quiet.
16. Tell the deli woman/man to give you two 10 lb. chunks of ground homo-sapien (human).
17. Memorize the scientific names of cake mix, and tell the baker you want them, in the order said.
18. Mock the butcher/deli person.
19. Pretend to talk to the freezer with a group of people right next to you.
20. Make out with a bag of corn/peas/mixed vegetables in the middle of a group of the opposite gender.
21. Accuse the checker of murder.
22. Use the emergency phone to order pizza.
23. Claim the checker is unsanitary, call over their manager, and then say "Woops, too many shrooms for me".
24. Shower in the vegetable sprayers.
25. Sprint into a bathroom yelling "AHHHH NOOO" then drench your hair, flush all the toilets, and leave every sink on (unless they’re automatic) and run out screaming "NOT AGAIN!!!!"
26. At the pharmacy, bring a bag of portobella mushrooms and claim to and old man, yelling "THEY WORK MIRACLES. THE NATURAL ENHANCER!" making sure the pharmacist hears.
27. Soak Zyrtec in blue food coloring, and pop them in the pharmacy, yelling "THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP!!!!! WHERE’S THE BATHROOM!!!!"
28. Claim your god in front of a group of "Brothers and Sisters".
29. Challenge customers to fights; with gift wrap.
30. Get a 20 boxes of condoms and put them in people’s carts when they aren’t looking.
31. Move a "Wet Floor" sign to a carpeted area.
32. Go to the service desk and ask them to put a bag of M&M’s on layaway.
33. Hiding in clothes racks, and when people browse thru, yell "PICK ME PICK ME!"
34. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the fetal position and scream, "NO! NO! It’s those voices again."
35. Go into a fitting room and yell loudly, "Hey! We’re out of
toilet paper in here!"
36. In the auto department, practice your Madonna look using
different size funnels.
37. Go up to one of the cameras they have on display and use it as a mirror and start picking your nose.
38. Hold indoor shopping cart races.
39. Start playing football and see how many others will join.
40. Dress as santa and ask for money from all the customers.

and to wrap it up with a HUGE bow:

41. Stand at the entrance to Wal-Mart and tell everyone that walks by "Welcome to Wal-Mart" before the greeter can. Or for, the more apt, say "Welcome to Wal-mart Get your sh’t and get the f’ck out."

I’ve recieved a couple good answers as to how to make an ordinary electric golf cart go faster. A couple people have mentioned removing or disabling the limiter/regulator. Where is it exactly on a golf cart and how specifically do I disable or remove it?

I am about to buy a go cart but dont know where I can ride it. Also is it allowed in parks as long as nobody is there? Good places to ride in MD? Thanks

Trying to figure out what is the best Xerox printer in terms of low cost ink carts for my new print company. I have the 6125/N in mind. I looked at the specs and want to know how many pages can I print before I have to go buy 4 ink cartridges again.. (Will be printing mostly full color and some black and white.)

Basically i need some help adding a shopping cart to my website. easier said then done in my world, I am going to be picky. Link is at the bottom of this post.

When your on my site, You will see the bar on the bottom of your browser, how can i use (implement) that, the way it is, and have them check out right on my website.

Please note i would like to have the Number of items dynamically update as soon as add to cart is pressed along with a subtotal calculated.

http://www.yourmediapc.comlu.com/1.html

I went to a place at least about 5 years ago in Marietta and we want to go again but can’t think of the name and I can’t find it online. Hoping someone else can help me. It had a game room, go carts but it also had a little 2 lane short drag racing thing. Please help if you know what I am talking about. Thanks in advance.

It’s been years since a race was run there, and I’ve never heard another word about it. Doesn’t make any sense to spend all the money to build a race track and then abandon it. Same goes for the Chicago Motor Speedway that CART used to race on. That would have been the place to put on a Cup race.

Every single time that I try to stand up for myself, my husband treats me like I am wrong. He also somehow twists the situation to make him look like the victim. This even happens in situations that don’t even involve him!
I’ll give you an example. Today we were out shopping with our little girl. The check-out lane we were standing in was pretty full, so the cashiers opened a new line. A lady standing behind us with a cart full of groceries runs for the new check-out. In the process, she rams me in the back with her cart and almost runs my daughter over who I have by the hand.
Instinctively, I pulled my daughter closer to me so she wouldn’t be hit. I just turned and looked at this lady with a complete look off utter disgust and I shook my head. I was kind of in shock that an adult would actually hit someone with a cart in an attempt to be first in line. I didn’t really know what to say to her.
The lady yelled out over her shoulder "Sorry!" and kept going. I turned to my husband and said "Did you see what that woman did? There is something seriously wrong with her!"
My husband said "Well, she did say that she was sorry. Anyway, what do you want me to do about it?"
He says this every time something like this happens. I don’t want to give the impression that things like this happen often, but we have been married for 10 years so it has happened before.
I feel like he always sides with complete strangers and he expects me to just take abuse no matter who it is coming from. He gets upset and treats me like a child if I somehow react to a rude situation.
Also, he makes it seem like I am blaming him if I dare "complain" to him about another person’s actions. Instead of saying something supportive to me like "Ya, she really had a screw loose!" or something to that effect, he asks "What do you want me to do about it?"
I don’t want him to do anything. I’m not asking him to run after the lady and beat the heck out of her. I’m simply looking for some supportive words from my own spouse!
Is this a guy thing? Why does he treat me like this?

We’re headed to Gatlinburg, TN next week for a 5 day vacation. Living in Nashville, we’ve visited Gatlinburg several times in the past, but being fairly new parents, we’re not sure where to take our 2 year old (other than the aquarium). Anybody have any ideas? He obviously won’t be able to do a lot of kids stuff, like go carts, etc. Thanks!