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I have a small area 3′ wide by about 5′ long. The area is hard clay. No matter whay I do there are always weeds there and of course the plants do poorly. I am going to dig this area out, just the depth of the shovel and the fill in the areay with quality soil, mound it a little high to make a raised bed. do you think this will work?

I’m aware this question could receive many different answers but I would like to hear them all. I have been married to my husband now for five months. We met first in high school but never talked. Then two years after graduation we met up again and began talking. With in two weeks we were completely inseparable. We did everything together and made an awesome team. The feeling was amazing and after two weeks we got married.
It’s been five months and alot has changed. We have gone through many financial hardships so my once perfect dancing under the stars relationship is LONG gone. My husband has a wicked whirlwind temper. He will start these huge never ending biting and tickling fights. I who has asthma won’t be able to breath and when I shove him off and tell him to knock it off he becomes enraged. He’ll lay in bed until 3 in the afternoon and when I insist he get up he states my nagging will just make him stay in bed longer.
I feel like I’m raising a 10 year old instead of married to the man I was once head over heels for. To top it off he’s insisting we have a baby.
Pre-natal vitamins have become my breakfast and he has me taking my basal body temp every morning and charting it. He fights with my parents constantly and pretty much makes anyone mad he meets with his attitude.
Where did that once wonderful thing go? Did I make the worst mistake of my life caught up in the moment and is there something I can do to save my train wreck of a marriage?
I assure you this is not some sort of joke. This is my real life. He even insisted we moved over two hours away from my family into the middle of no where, where I don’t know a single soul.

I often dont make my bed,pay bills a little too late,put off grocery shopping until I have nothing to eat and eat out a lot. Or is it that I am just tired after raising a Son and working 2 jobs many years. I work part-time now.

Next year I want to make a small square shaped raised bed in my front yard. I don’t want to use wood because it will rot after awhile. I want something that will last a long time. I don’t want to use red bricks. I would like to use cement bricks because they will match the color of my house( gray). I think I will need about 40 bricks. At Grossman’s Direct Outlet they cost .79 a brick. It would cost more than . I was wondering if I used a mold and got some cement like quick drying cement if I could make my own bricks. Would I save money? Would it cost less to make my own? How many pounds of cement would it take to make 40 cement bricks that will be 5 inches by 10 inches for each brick. Has anybody had any experience making cement bricks and is it difficult to do?

Occupied BED STEPS During this skill the caregiver make the bed while patient lays in bed. All linens must be replace with cleans ones. The first step, gather all your supplies in order the way you will place them on the bed. So we need one fitted sheet, soaker pad, top sheet and a blanket, gloves, pillowcase and bath blanket to cover and provide privacy for patient. Place the clean linen on the bedside and make sure the hamper is near so all the dirty linen can be disposed later. For safety precautions wear gloves to protect yourselves from any fluids. After introducing yourself and explaining to patient what your going to do.
Step 2 Raise the bed to assure it is in comfortable working height
Next cover the patient with bath blanket hold the bath blanket while removing top sheet.
step 3 remove the top sheet by starting at the top rolling it down to end of the bed. Do not shake the sheets. You must roll them to prevent any contamination. This is why it has to be done carefully. Place dirty linen in hamper.
Next Step 4 Pull bed rail up so patient can hold on it for support on the non working side . Place the patient in side-lying position. Start fan-folding the dirty linen (sheets) towards the patient back. The tuck clean sheets (fitted and draw sheet) and put them as close as you can towards the patient back. Step 5 Put the bed up on your side and go on the opposite side and turn the patient the other way making sure pt is hold on to the rail. Remove the dirty linen
Step 7 Pull the remaining linen across the bed
step 8 roll the patient on their back
step 9 Place a flat sheet on top first and then put a bed spread on them
Step 10 Remove the bath blanket from patient
step 11 Mitter the corners on each side at the end of bed Replace pillow case with a clean one 13. Ask the patient if their is anything else they need and leave the call light in their reach
14. Replace the bed back to lowest level to prevent any accidents.

My grandma died three years ago, and when she died I didn’t feel a thing…That day, in the morning my grandpa took her to the hospital because she felt bad, she had been having problems with her kidneys and with her tyroidal gland cuz she had a tumor removed years before that and she had to submit to radiotherapy. I was in chem lab class and my mother called me that my grandma was in the hospital. I remember when I got to the hospital, she was in the bed, still conscious, with lots of tubes, I knew how I should have felt, I should have been anxious and dramatic, at least that what I thought I should feel like because that’s how my mother always reacted about everything (she was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder) and actually she was helplessly crying cuz her mom was dying. I continued my day as if it was a normal day, I told my grandma I was going to class, and she told me "May God be with you" (Que Dios te acompañe), those were the last words I heard from her. I went to class not worrying at all, I didn’t feel anxious at all. Then I thought that I should be with her, just because that’s what anyone should do, so I went there, in the meanwhile she got a heart attack and when I got there she was in intensive care and unconcious. I had my little time with her and I spoke with her. She had two more heart attacks and the doctors prefered not to resucitate her again. She died. My mom dressed her up. We got out of the hospital and my mother took her to the funeral home and I went to my grandparents house to pick up some clothes for my grandma to wear and I picked her two favorite sweaters, she always wore one or two cuz she was always cold. Then it hit me…I started crying so badly, she was gone, she was the only pillar I could lean on, then the story went badly. My grandma was always my safety blancket, she almost raised me cuz my mom has always been emotionally and economically unstable. When I was a kid my mom was an alcoholic. When I was 2 years old my dad couldnt handle my mom’s BPD (they never knew it was that) so he divorced her.

Well after the death of my grandma everything turned chaotic, I couldnt handle the anxiety that my mother gave me, so I started cutting myself, drinking in excess, partying in excess, also started doing some soft drugs, I was 19 at the moment. So my mom sent me to a psychiatrist (of course he hadn’t been diagnosed yet!) and i started taking antidepressants, i tried overdosing once….i took them for about 9 months, then I was sick of everything, tried to grow up and suck it up, stopped the meds, and then i focused on finishing college (i’ll graduate next year). In that time my mom was diagnosed, but it didnt make it any better. But during that "bad time" I cried cuz I missed my grandma’s nurture….her hugs….her love…and I think I still miss it…
My mother tries to be nurturing and loving, but I stopped trusting her since I was little (how can you trust someone who calls you her angel and the next day she yells at you that she’s gonna kill you) and my grandma was a great surrogate.
Thanks everyone so far. I’ve put his feelings back since I started to get my life back on track, and finally thanks to your answers I’m starting to remember the good things my grandma left me.

I am trying to raise mealworms in a container 8"x8". The older worms and beetles are good with staying hydrated, but how do I know if the newly hatched worms are getting enough water? I have Flukers orange cubes scattered around the container but the new worms are so tiny so I cant imagine they would all be able to find the food. I am using 1" deep wheat bran for bedding so I think they are getting food at least. Help please?

Ok, I’m 21 and in a serious relationship with my bf. We haven’t had sex yet but he wants too but I was raised in a conservative family and even though i dont agree that I have to be married in order to be having sex im still a bit hesitant to do it with him even though i really love him. weve felt each other like all over, lol, but we havent had any sex. Yesterday we were cuddling in bed and he pulled my panties off and started feeling me down there and i was ok with that but then he wanted to have oral sex and said "i wanna lick u down there til ur moaning can be heard across the street." and lol i wasnt ready for that yet so i was like wtf, i actually slapped him and told him to get away from me, then just pulled my panties on and left the room sorta angry leaving him there. Now i feel bad cuz he didnt do anything wrong and i know he really loves me and i sorta pretty much rejected him there:( I wanna make it up to him though. Should i have sex with him to make it up to him? im also wanting to have sex although im a little nervous but i think im ready. so what should i do? should i have sex with him?

I tried yesterday to make it happen
I tried yesterday to make her happy and not mad
And yet she came home and yelled, yelled
Nothing can make her happy and tell me I did good.

I did the dishes and I made the rice
I cleaned the living room and vaccumed it nice
She said it was all wrong
But how can that be it too me so long

It was ten before I went to bed
I had to make sure that they were fed
I tried so hard to have her not yell, yell
I didn’t push the baby he just fell.

He said that she wouldn’t raise her hand at me
But here its a bruise I wonder if he can see
He said she would love me like her own
At dinner she ate all the chicken I had nothing but a bone.

He said it would get better
But every night my pillow just gets wetter
I speak of her as if she wasn’t my own mother
At night I hide of fear underneath my cover.

When people are there she is nice
When they aren’t she isn’t so.
I am only eight
Does this have to be my fate?

I’m 16 years old male and about 6’1 and tonight i hit my mom 3 times. I was raised to believe hitting women is wrong and still do. Anyway this is what happened. I had made dinner for my mom on my Friday night about 8:30, she didn’t get home till about 10:30. When she got there she was drunk and possibly had taken some pills. She came in raving about an incident that happened at the bar, and started trying to pick fights with me ranging anywhere from her not being able to find her food in the microwave to why i was looking at her. After enough ridicule i finally confronted her and said for her to leave me alone and that she needed to go to bed.

Then she threw her dinner at me and hit me with her purse, i shrugged it off and she proceeded with name calling. Just to give you an idea it was mostly about how i always did things wrong and everybody is against her in the world and i’m like them. Now that being said her vulgarity and insults hurt so I eventually started arguing and she began screaming.

Ultimately it came down to her trying to poke fun at the fact my dad committed suicide when i was a couple months old, and she said i was like him and should go off myself to. After that something clicked in me and i held her down by her shoulders and told her to never talk about my father again. When i finished saying that she locked a hand in my hair and started to wail on me. I’m a pretty big dude so the punches and kicks don’t hurt but she did rip some hair out. Anyway with her death grip locked she put a key in between her fist and started trying to stab me. i blocked her key hand and avoided her attempts that could harm me but she wouldn’t let go. So i told her if she didn’t let go i would make her let go and she kept attacking me so i punched her till she would let go (3 times).
Afterward i ran out of the room locked my door and called my ride to come pick me up no details.
Well even though i locked my room she kicked it in and started yelling at me more, I ignored it the best I could till’ she left.

I’ve been crying ever since. This has been happening every once and a while since I was 11 and i had never retaliated until now. I know and feel deep down that no matter what she could do you should never hit a woman and I know that I was wrong. At this point i’m just trying to figure out where to go from here.

Any advice is appreciated