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City of San Diego Addresses Lead Paint Problem
the problem isn't the financing, or so it seems, founder. it's the getting ready to have the work done. this man needs people. I have 2 hands and a set of feet and willing. anyone else willing to help?— September 2, 2010 3:46 p.m.
City of San Diego Addresses Lead Paint Problem
So, when's Howard's deadline to move the clutter?— September 2, 2010 1:42 p.m.
Short Story Jam - You're Invited To Join In!
A mental fantasy was all Blue eyes was, he had not yet dared to focus his telescope farther down than her neck. It took Stanley most of his night to even decide if he was going to look for her after star gazing. And, as such, at the beginning of his night, he was determined to only focus skyward. But his mind wavered with time, taking huge pendulum swings from yes to no. Alas, the victor of the night was always his obsessive compulsiveness. Gazing at the heavenliest of heavenly bodies had become part of his schedule. Ambar, Stanley's name for Blue eyes, had slowly, without Stanley realizing, settled herself into his life. She formed a small, albeit immensely important, secret part of his life. She was his, would be his.— September 2, 2010 9:26 a.m.
How do you personally benefit through taxes?
Everyone benefits from taxes. Roads, schools, parks, etc. Just about everything, if not everything, the government does or provides is paid for by taxes.— September 1, 2010 4:02 p.m.
Short Story Jam - You're Invited To Join In!
Lost, like Martha. Martha, who's grimacing ruby red lips had entranced him from the instant he had first seen her across the post office parking lot. Fortunately, for him, she had been struggling with her packages, and thus, the affair had started. There hadn't been another woman for Mitch since Martha. Remembering the present moment, Mitch turned his thoughts to more pressing matters: boarding the bus. With Linda at his side, Mitch actually smiled at the bus drivers as he paid his fare. The bus driver, grumbled something about something as he wondered if the fool had finally gotten lucky the night before. But Mitch's smile quickly soured as he saw Stanley walking up to the bus with a backpack on, as if Stanley were on the way to his first day of school.— September 1, 2010 12:10 p.m.
Paid in the Shade
I almost thought this was fake when I first read it. Alas, it is not. The city's going to have a horrible time enforcing this though. No one will want to move little Joe's bday party because, although, they were at the gazebo first, little Mary's parents paid to rent the gazebo.— September 1, 2010 9:49 a.m.
Notes From A Second-Story Window
". . . and once back in Mexico I felt safe again." I love this line. It's the antithesis to what most believe of Mexico and the US now. Oh, and the laziest people are sometimes the smartest, with the highest grades, in public school (or even college). I was one of those annoying kids that never study and get high grades. My younger brother is smarter but lazier.— September 1, 2010 9:07 a.m.
The Memory Remains--As Do The Nightmares
You're not a chump... Sometimes people aren't able and/or willing to love themselves, and thus, unable to love others. God may not be telling; but I suspect, it's out of love.— September 1, 2010 8:55 a.m.
Voyage with Mother on Piggyback
“'You can run,' my mother finally concluded, 'but you can’t hide. You will always be my little boy.' She exhaled, kissed the top of my head which made it burn, and slowly slipped out of the room. I thought, *How can such cruel disrespect be cloaked in feminine care and love?*" How was this disrespectful?— September 1, 2010 8:34 a.m.
Short Story Jam - You're Invited To Join In!
Stanley felt oddly repulsed and drawn to the deep blue eyes that stared back at him. Wanting to take a closer look, Stanley repositioned the telescope. For the following hour, he swiveled the 'scope numerous times, always coming back to the pink house where the blue eyes live. Stanley found himself watching for an hour, until 9 pm came and he prepared himself for sleep. As always, try as he might, he couldn't shake his OC tendencies. Stanley would rather sleep at 930 each night, then be the catalyst for the world's demise.— August 31, 2010 12:33 p.m.