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I sat at the chair with a small mug of coffee at my hands. I was not expecting anyone to call at such a late time, but all of a sudden, interrupting the hum of TV, the phone rang. I got to my feet and replied. A shrill voice replied. “Hello, can I speak to Mr. McCain.”

“I’m Mr. McCain, how can I help you?”

“Your mother is dying,” she said, sighing. “She wants to see you.”

After giving me the address, I hurried to my room and got dressed. I was unlocking the door and getting ready to leave when my reflection in the golden mirror at the wall caught my attention. I peered at my pale, long face. I have not shaved for two weeks and the hair was growing taller among the zits at my cheeks.

I knew Mom was ill with cancer, but I have not seen her for five months and she would be angry with me before she dies. I thought of returning, but I could not. Before he died three years ago, Dad told me to be beside Mom when she is leaving; I was just fulfilling his wish.

I took my car to the hospital. It took me sometime before I reached Mom’s room. She was lying on a white, iron bed with glucose bags hanging from the ceiling beside her. Her hairless head was wrapped in a white towel and the veins at her slender hands were getting thicker.

“Mom,” I said, approaching her bed. “Can you hear me?”

“Jim,” she coughed and raised her head to the ceiling. I ran at her and after offering her a cup of water, she smiled and said, “I’m just fine, they told you I was dying.”

I lowered my eyes and wrapped her hand between my long fingers. “I came because I haven’t seen you for a long time; I really missed you.” I kissed her hand and patted it as I placed it back on the white sheet.

“I want to tell you something,” she said, “I love you Jim.”

“I love you to Mom,”

I looked towards the window for a moment. Did I truly love her? I could not find an answer or may be I was afraid to find one. Throughout my life, Mom had been nothing but a blurry figure of a workaholic woman with beautiful green eyes, nothing less, nothing more.

“ Mom,” I said, “ I’m sorry if I hurt you one day.”

“ me to darling,” she ran her warm hand over my cheek. “ I was never there for you; I guess that I’ll spend sometime in hell for that.”

“It’s ok. I’m beside you, now.”

She closed her eyes, breathed in and her chest collapsed. She was dead.

I told no one. I walked out of her room with my hand placed at my cheek where she placed her hand some minutes ago. I loved her and I never knew it. She was gone and I realized how important she had been for me.

We usually spend our lives forgetting the ones that really matter and after they die, we begin to wish for things that never happened. We begin to wish that we have spent much time with them; we wish that we hugged them; and we wish that we‘d told them how much we loved them.

Hi netz! I’m looking to find a loft bed for my fast growing 2 year old daughter. I need a loft bed in order to take advantage of the space under the bed since the room isn’t all that large. But there’s a catch. As I said, she’s 2, and logically a raised bed isn’t a good idea at this point because she would no doubt fall out sooner or later because she still doesn’t have a full notion of the danger of heights. So what I am searching for is a bed that can be used now, close to the ground, and later, put up on struts or whatever and raised to it’s final position. A sort of "evolutionary" loft bed. I don’t know if I am making myself clear, I certainly hope so. Please feel free to ask any questions you feel necessary. Hope to hear from you all soon!

PS: It has to be an online purchase since I am in Portugal and would probably have a hard time finding something here.
I’d like to thank both Ashley and K for their answers. The Bunk idea is actually worth looking into. I’ll have a look see what I can find. As for the Kura, I have seen it and considered it, but the hight is too low for our needs I’ll keep this question open for a while longer.

I sat at the chair with a small mug of coffee at my hands. I was not expecting anyone to call at such a late time, but all of a sudden, interrupting the hum of TV, the phone rang. I got to my feet and replied. A shrill voice replied. “Hello, can I speak to Mr. McCain.”

“I’m Mr. McCain, how can I help you?”

“Your mother is dying,” she said, sighing. “She wants to see you.”

After giving me the address, I hurried to my room and got dressed. I was unlocking the door and getting ready to leave when my reflection in the golden mirror at the wall caught my attention. I peered at my pale, long face. I have not shaved for two weeks and the hair was growing taller among the zits at my cheeks.

I knew Mom was ill with cancer, but I have not seen her for five months and she would be angry with me before she dies. I thought of returning, but I could not. Before he died three years ago, Dad told me to be beside Mom when she is leaving; I was just fulfilling his wish.

I took my car to the hospital. It took me sometime before I reached Mom’s room. She was lying on a white, iron bed with glucose bags hanging from the ceiling beside her. Her hairless head was wrapped in a white towel and the veins at her slender hands were getting thicker.

“Mom,” I said, approaching her bed. “Can you hear me?”

“Jim,” she coughed and raised her head to the ceiling. I ran at her and after offering her a cup of water, she smiled and said, “I’m just fine, they told you I was dying.”

I lowered my eyes and wrapped her hand between my long fingers. “I came because I haven’t seen you for a long time; I really missed you.” I kissed her hand and patted it as I placed it back on the white sheet.

“I want to tell you something,” she said, “I love you Jim.”

“I love you to Mom,”

I looked towards the window for a moment. Did I truly love her? I could not find an answer or may be I was afraid to find one. Throughout my life, Mom had been nothing but a blurry figure of a workaholic woman with beautiful green eyes, nothing less, nothing more.

“ Mom,” I said, “ I’m sorry if I hurt you one day.”

“ me to darling,” she ran her warm hand over my cheek. “ I was never there for you; I guess that I’ll spend sometime in hell for that.”

“It’s ok. I’m beside you, now.”

She closed her eyes, breathed in and her chest collapsed. She was dead.

I told no one. I walked out of her room with my hand placed at my cheek where she placed her hand some minutes ago. I loved her and I never knew it. She was gone and I realized how important she had been for me.

We usually spend our lives forgetting the ones that really matter and after they die, we begin to wish for things that never happened. We begin to wish that we have spent much time with them; we wish that we hugged them; and we wish that we‘d told them how much we loved them.

I have a raised bed where I grow tomatoes. Lately they will grow to full size, but between the growing process and ripening each tomatoes has grown in with a perfect rotted ring around the top; as if it where to have ‘popped’. Any suggestions to why? I have three different strains Big Boy, Lemon Boy, and Roma tomatoes. (stating the verities of tomatoes because maybe that could be the problem?)

I have about a half acre of land at the back of my house. A few months ago I got it levelled off, and I would like to grow some potatoes, maybe carrotts, and cabbage too. Might get a few hens as I’m at it. We all know there is a recession on & I think I have enough ground to grow stuff, and feed my family of 5.
So this land was levelled, there isn’t a blade of grass in it yet. The ground is wet, think bog/rushes. So I understand that I will need ‘raised’ beds, with a good 3" of stones underneath before I put some top soil into the beds. I like in Ireland, so the climate here is a bit of a mixed bag!
What sort of potatoe do I go for? I’m not interested in ‘summer potatoes’ for salad!, I’m talking about hearty spudz! That I can grow and possibly store for year round eating! (I understand that they should be stored in a cold place covered in sand & earth until eaten) Other then that I havent a clue what to do!
I suppose potatoe seeds come with instructions on that back (for my sake I hope so!!)
My dad used to scatter slug pellets on his potatoe beds, but he is cenile now, so he can’t help me.
Any advice would be welcomed and greatly appreciated.

I have about 60 square feet of various raised beds and everything has been wildly successful except my root vegetables. Beets, turnips, carrots, even radishes! they don’t grow well, and are very undersized when I pull them. Last season I tried adding composted horse manure which everything else got a big boost out of, but not the root veggies. Next month starts "season" here in mid Florida zone 9 and I really want to solve this so we can have all these great veggies with the same abundance the rest of my garden has supplied. My gardens are 16 to 20" high, the bottom is filled with various (free) compost, composted manures, dirt, etc but the top 8-10" is Mels mix, with 1/3 each vermiculite, peat and various composts. As I said, everything else has exceeded my expectations – I still have some (browning rapidly) tomatoes in mid August, and they are usually gone by early July due to the night time heat.

any help will be greatly appreciated!

Please can someone give me a list of vegetable seeds to sow in august september?
I’m currently growing:
Tomatoes
Pickling onions
Normal onions
Carrots
Runner beans
Cabbage
Lettuce

I have a garden house, although quite small! 2 raised vegetable beds (to avoid slugs as we put copper. Strips around the edges and also salt which seems to work) and we also plant into the ground.

Let me know any seeds to sow!

I sat at the chair with a small mug of coffee at my hands. I was not expecting anyone to call at such a late time, but all of a sudden, interrupting the hum of TV, the phone rang. I got to my feet and replied. A shrill voice replied. “Hello, can I speak to Mr. McCain.”

“I’m Mr. McCain, how can I help you?”

“Your mother is dying,” she said, sighing. “She wants to see you.”

After giving me the address, I hurried to my room and got dressed. I was unlocking the door and getting ready to leave when my reflection in the golden mirror at the wall caught my attention. I peered at my pale, long face. I have not shaved for two weeks and the hair was growing taller among the zits at my cheeks.

I knew Mom was ill with cancer, but I have not seen her for five months and she would be angry with me before she dies. I thought of returning, but I could not. Before he died three years ago, Dad told me to be beside Mom when she is leaving; I was just fulfilling his wish.

I took my car to the hospital. It took me sometime before I reached Mom’s room. She was lying on a white, iron bed with glucose bags hanging from the ceiling beside her. Her hairless head was wrapped in a white towel and the veins at her slender hands were getting thicker.

“Mom,” I said, approaching her bed. “Can you hear me?”

“Jim,” she coughed and raised her head to the ceiling. I ran at her and after offering her a cup of water, she smiled and said, “I’m just fine, they told you I was dying.”

I lowered my eyes and wrapped her hand between my long fingers. “I came because I haven’t seen you for a long time; I really missed you.” I kissed her hand and patted it as I placed it back on the white sheet.

“I want to tell you something,” she said, “I love you Jim.”

“I love you to Mom,”

I looked towards the window for a moment. Did I truly love her? I could not find an answer or may be I was afraid to find one. Throughout my life, Mom had been nothing but a blurry figure of a workaholic woman with beautiful green eyes, nothing less, nothing more.

“ Mom,” I said, “ I’m sorry if I hurt you one day.”

“ me to darling,” she ran her warm hand over my cheek. “ I was never there for you; I guess that I’ll spend sometime in hell for that.”

“It’s ok. I’m beside you, now.”

She closed her eyes, breathed in and her chest collapsed. She was dead.

I told no one. I walked out of her room with my hand placed at my cheek where she placed her hand some minutes ago. I loved her and I never knew it. She was gone and I realized how important she had been for me.

We usually spend our lives forgetting the ones that really matter and after they die, we begin to wish for things that never happened. We begin to wish that we have spent much time with them; we wish that we hugged them; and we wish that we‘d told them how much we loved them.

ok, i have been with my GF for around 5 years now, we have 2 kids together a 3 year old and a 6 month old, i am 22 years old she is 23, i DO LOVE HER and she says she loves me, sometimes we have really good days even tho she says we argue everyday, i know things will get better in time right now she works 2 or 3 days a week at a fast food resturant and goes to school 3 days a week all in the afternoon and i work M-F 6am- 4pm, so our main time together is usually on the weekends when i have off. First i am going to describe what she complains about me not doing or doing and then i am going to tell you what i think she needs to do or stop doing will someone let me know if i am incorrect, but before i do that i am going to give a quick back ground on both of us
Me: used to be a bad person, i grew up in the hood, was raised around criminals, i used to do drugs (not like addicted but almost every weekend we’d do some kind of hard core drug). i used to smoke pot everyday which to me isnt bad but thats my opinion, would still do it if it wasnt for my job, used to have a lot of sex never had a real GF before her tho so i am not that good with relationships, was locked up in boy school for 2 yrs from 14 to 16. i have stopped drugs except rare occasions like my bday or huge party might get high 2 times a year, i dont hang with anyone i used to except 3 people who i consider family and 2 of them she likes too, i stopped dressing like a "thug" but that was something i wanted to do too cuz i looked like an idiot…lol.. and i generally dont do anything anymore,
HER: she has had 2 long term (more then 2 years) relationships before me, she used to try and still talk to them until i bout beat the crap out of one for trying to get back with her, now as far as i know she doesnt talk to them anymore, also she cheated on me with one of my x best friends, and i forgave her cuz when we first got together even tho it wasnt serious to me i cheated a couple of times, now if she did it tho i’d leave just as i would expect her to leave me if i did, almost all of her friends from her childhood and teenage years stopped talking to her, she said some of it was because of me and some of it was because they didnt like being around kids, cuz we werent going out and partying like we used too, also she loves smoking weed and does it every night after work to calm down before bed, (she doesnt do it when the kids are there or awake) ok now then
1. well she wants me to help with the kids more, i work 9 hours a day working on semi’s and trailers, i am also shop foreman were i am at so i have to do paper work and run and get parts and clean shop, granted some days we dont have anything to do if its slow so its not that hard but other days i work so hard i can barely drive home, i do help with the kids i am not a dead beat dad, when she is at work or school in the afternoon i am the only person watching kids. But she says i have "improved on that"
2. she says i need to quit playing video games so much, ok granted i do play a lot of video games, but my 3 yr old son likes them too so we’ll "play together" (usually he just runs into walls and such, he’d rather watch me play). video games are my only way of relieveing stress. and i have changed so much to be a better person for her and my family i dont want to change that part of me.
3. she wants me to clean more, which i do try i suck at cleaning tho, her version of cleaning and mine are two totally different thing, and even if i do clean my 3 yr old will make it destroyed again in 3 seconds, she said you have to contantly clean up after him, i just got off work, i dont want to follow him around til he goes to sleep cleaning up after him, i do it before i go to bed
ok now what i want her to do or not to do
1. Sex, we never have sex anymore, like maybe once a week if i am lucky, i used to be a whore, i was used to sex at least once a day before i got with her, i have urges to cheat everyday altho i never will because i hate seeing her cry, and i love her but we are in our early 20′s and everyone else i know has sex a lot more, i would even be ok with 3 times a week, even if it was all on the weekends
2. i need more sleep, she wants to spend time with me when we can which is understandable but i have to wake up at 4:30 every morning to get ready for work and sometimes if i dont stay up with her til 11 or midnight she gets mad, she doesn’t like to cuddle or anythign she not a lovey dovey type of person, she just wants to stay up and watch tv and as much as i do too i need sleep to be able to function at work, i drag ass at work unless i get 8 hours of sleep,
ok let me know what you think, sorry so long i needed to vent i actually do feel a lil better now tho, Thanks in advance for advice and comments

I moved in with my roomate/landord in early May. He’s 42 and I’m 22. He owns the condo and is the landlord. We’ve gotten close as friends these past few months and started sleeping together. We both know that nothing will come out of the relationship and that it’s basically meaningless sex. I’m still paying rent by the way. He’s not taking advantage of me..so don’t say he is just because of the age difference. He has been wanting to slow down because he said it’s not fair to both of us to have sex without love/relationship. He also feels guilty because I’m so much younger than him. He basically just wants me to touch him. He says he loves my touch and that touch doesn’t have to lead to sex. However, usually me touching him does lead to sex. 2 days ago I told him no more touching or sex. He said that we can’t go from touching all the time to no contact and that it will take about a week to completely go back to no sex/touching. I don’t want to have anything to do with him anymore..maybe just friendly chit chat.
We were walking down the street yesterday and he were discussing how we’re not going to have sex anymore and no touching. He got really angry and then pushed me (granted it wasn’t that hard..but it was shocking nonetheless) I was shocked and just walked off. He apologized that night saying that he didn’t mean it and it was an automatic response. He tried to blame for his pushing me by implying that I wanted to be pushed. He says that I’m so irritating that and implied I asked for it.
Should I just move out at this point?
Last night..I wanted to sleep in my own bed (we usually sleep in the same bed)…and he got upset saying that he can’t handle my emotional distance..being that we have been so emotionally close.
He wanted me to just hold him in bed to help him fall asleep.
He is Indian and awhile ago he said he was raised to respect women. However, his dad did beat his mom growing up..so this might have something to do with it.

He’s admitted he once pushed a past girlfriend..and that he has gotten into fist fights with his father.
He said that this side of him really scares him..but that he can’t control it. It just happens without him thinking. He begged me for forgiveness…
I said to him that I can’t be sure he wouldn’t do it again. He then said II should move out but that he won’t do it again if I stay.
However, I don’t have anywhere else to go…
What should I do?