Open Question: What's your favorite part of 'the season'?

Personally...I like watching the tv programs like Rudolph or Charlie Brown. The Christmas tree is in the corner, lit in the evening, as well as the fireplace. Hot chocolate. :D I also like wrapping the gifts I had gotten for others while listening to Christmas music.

30 Jul 2010, 9:37 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: I need help now please help me i'm in pain?

My stomach feels like a fireplace every day and through out the night. i have to snooze sitting up just to receive 30min-1hr of snooze then i wake up with awful pain in my stomach. i feel like i'm going to toss up up every day long. I've take prevacid, zantic 150, tomes, rollaid. My doctor gave me a higher mg of prevacid it stops acid or something it helps if i don't eat but after i have the worst feeling. My doctor is gonna give me a scope on monday to look in my stomach. i'm 14 so i'm going to childrens hospital. I've read people with the same stuff as mine but they said there doctor doesn't know i really wish that doesn't happen to me. I've missed so much school and i have to go back next week. I cant eat or drink anything so when they try to take blood my body doesn't give a drop it takes 1hr to fill up a little tube. Also i was at mitted to a hospial because i was badly dehydrated they gave me iv for 1hr and i felt worse that ever. Please i need something to help me plz

30 Jul 2010, 8:30 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: I have an old wood fireplace mantel with an odd symbol burned on back with a metal tag also made in Mexico?

The mantel is hollow. The symbol looks like a crest with what appears to be a key in the middle. I am curious to know its value. I could not find it in a search. Thanks

30 Jul 2010, 8:19 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: Old fireplace mahogony with mdirty marble in lay and hearth?

any idea how i could change it my self wit out expense its horrid to look at. have brown furniture a new white oak floor and cream walls.. thanks

30 Jul 2010, 8:16 am | click here to view more

Open Question: How can I trick my boyfriend to meet me at a hotel?

For our 5 year anniversary, I want to surprise him. It will be a week earlier than our anniversary so he wont suspect or expect anything so I have already reserved the room, with fireplace and great view, I will decorate the room with roses and I will be dressed up . I need a way to make him go to the hotel without expecting anything. I also need to bring his swimming trunks. What can I tell him ? I thought I could tell him that my mom is asking us to pick up some materials for her business, but why would someone pick up materials at a fancy hotel???? and why would you need swimming trunks to pick up materials?? i need a better lie to tell him any ideas? I want to completely surprise him any help is really appreciated, im stuck thanks in advance!

30 Jul 2010, 7:52 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: Is my home properly baby proofed?

I have a 1 year old, and we have the outlet covers, a teething gaurd for her crib, a fireplace gaurd, cabinet locks, and door knob covers, but do we need anything else? I never bought corner gaurds because I didn't think we ever had anything in our home that needed them. I may be wrong though, what nice of furniture do you suggest needs corner gaurds? I know we're going to need a stove gaurd, an oven lock, toilet lock, toilet knob lock, oven knob locks, etc.. but we're not at that point yet, but we soon will be. I am considering buying safety gates, but not because of safety but because I will not always have to be chasing her around, and I can block off the living room and just have her play with her toys without running into the hallway or dining room!

30 Jul 2010, 5:17 am | click here to view more

Open Question: When child proofing, what types of furniture need corner gaurds?

I have a 1 year old, and corner gaurds just don't seem necessary anymore. Are they just for when they start cruising and can't walk very steadily? We have the outlet covers, a teething gaurd for her crib, a fireplace gaurd, cabinet locks, and door knob covers, but do we need anything else?

30 Jul 2010, 5:09 am | click here to view more

Open Question: Can anyone tell me anything information abut the Heat Surge Fireplaces? Do you have one? Do...?

...you like it? Mom is looking for a gas fireplace and I showed this to her on the internet. She is looking for more information. So if you have one please tell me more about it. And if you like it, how it works, etc. Thank you.

30 Jul 2010, 4:07 am | click here to view more

Open Question: How easy is it to remove a wood stove insert from a fireplace?

We have a basement fireplace with a wood stove insert. The whole thing seems pretty light. We have toddlers and I want to remove it for safety and put a fireplace screen in it's place, but would like to be able to put it back in a few years. Is it pretty easy to tug the screws out and move the whole thing, and then screw it back in later? Or would I need to buy a new insert to surround the stove or have a professional arrive to put it back in? Thanks in advance!

30 Jul 2010, 4:06 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: Survey: When was the last time you wrote a letter?

young ones, gather round the fireplace. i shall tell you a story of a long time ago when people communicated not through e-mails but ... through letters, *gasp* yes, letters, with a pen and paper. @ DEVILS ADVOCATE , that was my purpose xD to make someome giggle or even just a little giggle ^_^

30 Jul 2010, 1:48 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: Has anyone stayed in the Pocono Palace Roman Tower Suite?

My husband and I want to go to this resort sometime in November, we just want to receive some reviews on people who have been there. How are the rooms? Are they really clean? Do they offer a lot of activities? How is the food? I keep seeing on their website about the great breakfast and dinner but nothing about lunch? How is the weather at that time of year, how should we pack? Can we bring our possess things like alcohol and food, bubbles and logs for the fireplace? I just don't want to waste a ridiculous amount of money and then be disappointed when we receive there. We are a young couple, I'm 21 and he's 23 so we want to know about the club, music, pictures would be great. I want to hear from people that have recently been to this room. Are the rooms real together, like can you hear other people in their room? Anyways I know thats a lot of questions I just want some help. Thanks a lot!

30 Jul 2010, 1:44 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: How much would it cost to renovate this house? And what would need to be done?

I'm 13 years old and I'm writing a book for fun. My character inherited an old farmhouse and she wants to renovate it. Roughly, how much do you think it would cost in the end? And what would need to be done to make it livaeable? Here's a few paragraph's on it: Kathryn O’Reilly’s green eyes scanned her new bedroom. It was old, and showed definite signs of abandonment. The ugly yellow paint behind the piles of moving boxes was chipping off the walls, wide, long cracks were forming on the ceiling, and the disgusting carpet had a big array of unidentifiable stains. The aged, green window shutters looked like they were more fitting for an old haunted home rather than an abandoned farmhouse, and she suspected that if she tried to close them they would most likely fall off into the bushes below. The room, as well as the relax of the home, smelled mouldy and wet. She left the bedroom and sauntered down the cramped corridor to the kitchen. It had no appliances, just a few cupboards with the doors falling off its rusty hinges, and a long countertop made of cracked tiles and damaged wood. Like the bedroom, the kitchen ceiling had many narrow cracks. The hardwood floor was somewhat dented, with a few planks protruding out of the otherwise decent floor. She then opened the door leading into the living room. It was a decent size, with ceiling cracks and old flooring quite similar to that of the kitchen. She meandered over to the decrepit fireplace and inspected the inside. The bottom of it had a layer of ashes dating back to who-knows-when, and besides a few chips in the bricks and rock mantle, it was in good enough shape. It had 3 big ceiling-to-floor windows looking out over the deserted landscape, which consisted of yellow and green grass, big black ash and apple trees, and a narrow gravel road at the end of the long, winding steer way. There were no neighbours for miles. Just the way she liked it. Also, imagine that there's a tiny bathroom with no toilet and a really old tub (2 bathrooms), and a total of 3 bedrooms similar to the one described in the first paragraph. And a big unfinished basement. Thanks in advanced!

30 Jul 2010, 1:03 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: The start of your story is a very important part right?

If you think so, then you should want to help me w mine! :P For those of you who have been continously helping me out and reading my story - I added something new in the beginning during the whole divorce scene. I threw in the stuff about her softball practice. It's a tiny detail but I thought it may be needed because baseball gets mentioned in the "perfect world" later on and it needs something to connect to, if that makes sense. Well, whether you know my story or not - Please read and edit this. Any comments or advice would be greatly appreciated!! The more harsh you are - the more help I receive :P DISCLAIMER - This story is NOT about DIVORCE lol. So please don't say its cliche. “Jamie, your mom and I are getting a divorce.” My dad’s words ring in my ears as I stare out the windshield. I try to clear my head and concentrate on driving but my mind refuses to let the memory fade. Two hours earlier, I was sitting in our living room, looking at my dad in disbelief. I just came home from practice and my bag was lying on the ground, contents spilled out from where I dropped it. A softball rolled across the floor and stopped at the fireplace. I didn’t bother to pick it up. I remember thinking that he must be joking. Why are they doing this to our family? My body trembled and then froze in shock. I should have seen this coming. They were always fighting. Just last week, after one of their bigger arguments, my mom had left with my baby sister Libby. I’d watched as she packed up her things and walked out the door, slamming it close behind her. They had gone to a motel downtown, but my dad said they would be back the next day. One night turned into six more nights. A part of me knew they weren’t coming back. As I think back to that moment, a tear edges its way down my cheek. I can’t help but feel mad though. My mom had abandoned me. I understand leaving my dad, but what did I do wrong? Dad’s the only one who notices me anymore but that doesn’t even matter because it’s his fault this whole thing began. He thinks he can suck up to me to make things better for himself, but he’s wrong. “Are you okay?” My dad had asked me, his eyes full of fake concern. Being a fraud was always something he was good at. That’s how this whole mess started, after every. I’d simply shrugged and turned to look out the living room window. It was tardy evening at the time and the sun was beginning to set over the woods behind our home. Chills went down my spine as I gazed out into the thicket of tree branches. Those woods had always frightened me for some reason. Every time I looked at them, they made me feel trapped and helpless. Maybe it was just the way they blocked out the sun and surrounded our home like a broad, sinister wall. I looked away from the window and back at my dad. “So who am I living with then?”

30 Jul 2010, 12:29 am | click here to view more

Open Question: Help me please. What is this book?!?

Basically I read this really good book a while ago, but i can't find it anywhere because I can't remember the name of the book, the author or any of the characters. I can roughly remember the plot. girl gets shipped off to boarding school by her dad, after living in India (I think) where her mom died or disappeared, there was a flame in of the offices at her school, fireplace comes to life and there are like goblins and fairies and stuff around, the girl gets trapped in the church thing by some other girls, a group of gypsies move close to the school, one gypsy boy becomes close to the girl and helps her with her powers and stuff that happened, possibly something to do with a necklace, girl has a dream about kissing gypsy, girl has another dream about her mom in like this other world, magic is involved. pleaseee someone help me. it's driving me insane not being able to remember.

30 Jul 2010, 12:28 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: Dream - fire, a burned friend, and agas fireplace in my parents house - interpretation help please?

The dream starts in my parents living room. Their old fireplace is pulled out of the wall and the gas fittings are behind it. My close male pal A is inside this alcove, behind the fitting playing, with gas valves and sparks etc. My Dad and another man (possibly my Grandad) are encouraging him to try different things with valves and matches etc. I am watching from the doorway. The next minute, flames light up the alcove and my Dad and the other man drag my pal out. I make my way to the kitchen to run water to tend to his burns. By the time I receive there he has already been put in the washing up bowl and I can just fill a plastic jug with icy water and pour it over his arm. I hold his forearm and his skin starts to move and ocme away like the skin on an overripe peach. He starts talking in a pained voice and sayign how the incident has made him realise how easy it is to lose people more than anything. When I look at his face his nose has been burned off. I am unusually calm. Any insights? It was pretty horribly graphic. I've left out most details people would be disturbed by. Bad? Not really. There is a lot of uncertainty now though (I am writing my Masters dissertation while on a simultaneous and required work placement that people keep implying could end in a job... if I do well enough...) and I am trying to decide between going back to my home village to receive married, stay in a long distance relationship, and clip myself loose and travel/go where the work is.

30 Jul 2010, 11:28 am | click here to view more

Open Question: Is it possible to put a filter on an air brick?

We live in a 1950's home which has an air-brick in the corner or our living room, which is allowing pollen and other allergens into the home and it's playing havoc with my hay-fever and asthma. I don't think we can remove the air-brick as we have plans to re-open the fireplace and install a wood burning stove next year so don't want to prevent adequate ventilation. Is it possible to receive an allergen filter to put over the air-brick? or even a way of closing the vents temporarily when the neighbours mow the grass etc?

30 Jul 2010, 11:15 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Was I wrong here? Why did she act this way? Is it just me?

I took my fiance on what I thought was supposed to be a romantic weekend at a whirlpool suite. The room had a fireplace, a beautiful balcony and a whirlpool for two. We have been together for about 2 years. But, she has become less passionate over the last few months. I was hoping to bring back some passion and flame into our relationship. She wanted to take her dog on the weekend because it was sick and it has diabetes. I was fine with that. The dog is part of her life and has been for the last 12 years. We got to the hotel and unpacked our stuff. We spent a little time at the hotel. Then we went for a walk with the dog. i ended up carrying the dog because it got sleepy (its an overweight 16 pound Miniature pincer). We got back to the room and got into the whirlpool. She had to have the dog in the room with us the whole time. She spent a lot of the time we were in the whirlpool talking to the dog. We got out and took a shower. She did not feel very romantic so we went to bed. She spent most of the next hour facing away from me while petting and kissing the dog. She was on the bed kissing the dog and letting it lick her whole face like she always does. I ALWAYS have to let her dog lick her whole face before she recognized me in bed. I had to kiss her lips with a fresh coating of dog saliva on them. The second night, We did our exploring of the local area and came back t the hotel. This time we watched a movie in bed. The TV was off to one side of the bed. She spent the next 3 hours facing away from me while watching the movie and kissing her dog. She would occasionally turn to kiss me. But the kisses were more like a chicken pecking at the ground. When the movie was over, I got the whirlpool ready. i got a bottle of champagne and poured us each a glass to drink in the whirl pool. I put the dog on the bed and it laid down to take a nap and got into the whirl pool. She then picked up the sleeping dog and brought it into the whirlpool room so she could have it close us. She brought its dog bed into the whirl pool room. When she got into the whirl pool, I handed her her glass of champagne. She then spent most of the next few minutes talking to the dog. i got a little bit frustrated. I told her, "hey, I'm over here". I asked her if she could focus a little more on US instead of the dog. She got mad, blew up and we spent the next 4 hours arguing. Eventually i ended up taking her home (at 3 AM). She called me greedy and a lot of other bad names I didn't think I deserved. She took her engagement ring off and we are through. Was I wrong to ask her to focus on us instead of the dog while we were in the whirlpool together? What did i do wrong. I let her do her dog thing for almost 2 days. Was it wrong of me to ask her to focus on me for a while? The dog is fine, now. It had been sick. It has had diabeted for 2 years and is doing just fine. She will not go any where over night without taking the dog. She will not even let her daughter take care of it. She loves her dog WAY too much. More than me, apparently. I'm moving on.

30 Jul 2010, 10:34 am | click here to view more

Open Question: How much do you think it would it cost altogether to renovate this farmhouse?

I'm 13 years old and I'm writing a book for fun. My character just inherited an old abandoned farmhouse and she wants to renovate it. How much do you think it would cost in the end to fix everything? And what would need to be done to make it liveable? Here's a few paragraphs about it: Kathryn O’Reilly’s green eyes scanned her new bedroom. It was old, and showed definite signs of abandonment. The ugly yellow paint behind the piles of moving boxes was chipping off the walls, wide, long cracks were forming on the ceiling, and the disgusting carpet had a big array of unidentifiable stains. The aged, green window shutters looked like they were more fitting for an old haunted home rather than an abandoned farmhouse, and she suspected that if she tried to close them they would most likely fall off into the bushes below. The room, as well as the relax of the home, smelled mouldy and wet. She left the bedroom and sauntered down the cramped corridor to the kitchen. It had no appliances, just a few cupboards with the doors falling off its rusty hinges, and a long countertop made of cracked tiles and damaged wood. Like the bedroom, the kitchen ceiling had many narrow cracks. The hardwood floor was somewhat dented, with a few planks protruding out of the otherwise decent floor. She then opened the door leading into the living room. It was a decent size, with ceiling cracks and old flooring quite similar to that of the kitchen. She meandered over to the decrepit fireplace and inspected the inside. The bottom of it had a layer of ashes dating back to who-knows-when, and besides a few chips in the bricks and rock mantle, it was in good enough shape. It had 3 big ceiling-to-floor windows looking out over the deserted landscape, which consisted of yellow and green grass, big black ash and apple trees, and a narrow gravel road at the end of the long, winding steer way. There were no neighbours for miles. Just the way she liked it. Thanks in advance!

29 Jul 2010, 9:10 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: life size gremlin statue?

hi im thinking of selling my life size gremlin and was wondering if anyone could help me figue out how much he's worth it was given to me about 10 years ago its 2 and a half foot tall by 3ft wide across his ears ive decided to try to sell it as im afraid its going to receive broken by the kids :-( its been the subject of many conversations with people its even scared the cat LOL ive had him leaning against my fireplace but he could do with a stand to hold him up im not sure which character he is i think he's made out of fibreglass there's a photo of him on my profile

29 Jul 2010, 7:01 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Ca you safely burn wood from a tree that had Dutch Elm Disease?

Any problems with putting that wood in your fireplace?

29 Jul 2010, 6:37 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: Lds, Mormons What did Brigham Young mean here that Joseph would go to Hell to have Emma?

Brigham Young tells how mad, Joseph's wife Emma was about polygamy: "Emma took that revelation, supposing she had every there was; but Joseph had wisdom enough to take care of it, and he had handed the revelation to Bishop Whitney, and he wrote it every off. After Joseph had been to Bishop Whitney's he went home, and Emma began to teasing for the revelation. Said she—'Joseph you promised me that revelation, and if you are a man of your word you will give it to me.' Joseph took it from his pocket and said— 'Take it.' She went to the fireplace and put it in, and put the candle below it and burnt it, and she thought that was the end of it, AND SHE WILL BE DAMNED as sure as she is a living lady. Joseph used to say that he would have her hereafter, IF HE HAD TO GO TO HELL FOR HER, AND HE WILL HAVE TO GO TO HELL FOR HER AS SURE AS HE EVER GETS HER.” (Journal of Discourses, Vol. 17, p. 159Lds So Emma burnt the "revelation" and Emma will be "damned" according to Young, What about Young saying Smith going to Hell? That EMMA would BE there correct?

29 Jul 2010, 5:09 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: Any decorating ideas for wall above fireplace?

My lady and I moved into a new home recently. While we're almost finished decorating and buying furniture, we've run into a situation regarding our fireplace. Right now, there is a very big broken framed mirror hanging on the wall. We thought maybe replace it with a big clock, but we're not sure where to look on line for one. She wants another idea, but I don't have any. What other items would look great on a wall over a fireplace mantle? Nothing simple, we're looking for something different, nice not too elegant, but not cheap either. If you have links to on-line places, we would appreciate them as well. We're still researching ourselves. Thanks

29 Jul 2010, 3:44 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: i need help to find the perfect sofa?

I want to buy a sofa to place against a window, i like the 2 tone color sofas but am having a difficult time to decide which sofas to buy, the living room isn't really big and i could only place the sofa on one end of the wall and the other end also i have a fireplace on the other flat wall and full open concept to the kitchen, i was looking at the slightly curved sofas but am not sure??? any suggestions...

29 Jul 2010, 3:36 am | click here to view more

Open Question: I am redoing my fireplace, have my own picture included?

Ok so here is my fireplace - http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e104/kathy_57292/DSCF0644.jpg I want to redo it but I don't know where to start and I need ideas of what to do to it. I have none. Thank you

29 Jul 2010, 3:19 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: Is it bad idea for me to completely renovate the house?

Ok, my home was burned down in July 4, I failed to purchase the insurance because I had my home built on my possess because I purchased the empty land in march 2009. So I sold the land and I am purchasing the built home, is it bad idea to renovate to make it look and similar to my home prior to being burned down? My home had basement with game room & bar, and it had 2 fireplaces one in main floor and one in basement. I am also considering adding the basement to an existing home, is it bad idea to do this or what? I am thinking about it because I can afford it. Help me decide, thanks.

29 Jul 2010, 1:51 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: Does a fireplace add value to a house in Houston, TX?

We are remodeling my grandparent's home in Houston with the intention of putting it on the market when it is sold. It currently has a fireplace that needs some work (is quite rusty, etc). Would it add more value to repair the fireplace or to remove the fireplace which would increase the space in the living room?

29 Jul 2010, 1:45 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: what av receiver will put both sound and video to my tv using only 1 hdmi connection and no other audio output?

See i have a sound bar and not a home theater system that connects directly to the tv and my tv is located over the fireplace and has one hdmi connection going behind the wall and coming out the other end. so my plan is to connect everything to the receiver and connect that hdmi output to my tv for both sound and video since my sondbar is hooked up to my tv's audio output?? what is the cheapest av receiver because im not looking for a full theater experience just something that would make less clutter with every the different cables running around. Thanks again

29 Jul 2010, 11:01 am | click here to view more

Open Question: My house was burned down on July 4th in the night by firework?

Hi. My home was my custom built home, I purchased the empty land in early March 2009, and my home was complete built in June 2009. It had 4 bedrooms, 2 fireplaces(on main floor in living room and basement in game room & bar), and it had many expensive stuff. It was destroyed by fireworks shoot by the kid, I don't have insurances and can't prove who burnt my home down. Am I out of luck, do I have to have it rebuilt by myself or have to purchase the built home? Is it cheaper to renovate the built home to make look similar to my home and add the basement to the property than completely rebuild my home? I need the help to decide. I am currently renting a home till the decision is completed for rebuild my home or purchase a home then renovate it. Help me out, thanks.

28 Jul 2010, 9:25 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: wat colour 2 use on my feature wall...?

hi every :) im in need of a bit of advice. iv painted my living-room magnolia with brilliant white on the ceiling. i am stuck on wat colour to paint the feature wall round the fireplace.....i was thinking a shade of matte silver or grey but i dont want anythn to dark and dull. the furniture is black leather suite, black glass and chrome coffee table, silver tv and stand, red carpet, red silver white and black vases on big wooden floating shelves.. cream throws, black cushions.....the fireplace is black marble with a pine surround. pine coloured flooring, white blinds and voiles curtains. wat shade would go best with my colourscheme??? i dont want to paint it red as everyone keeps suggesting....i want a grey/silver that will stand out and will set off the bits of red in my painting for over the fireplace but light and airy at the same time....

28 Jul 2010, 4:45 am | click here to view more

Open Question: What is the best fireplace screen for childproofing?

We want a quality fireplace screen which distributes good heat, however, we are more concerned about the safety of our toddler. Any suggestions? Thanks for the suggestions.

28 Jul 2010, 12:53 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: POLL: Would you Cook in a fireplace and Pee in a broom closet strictly for survival purposes only?

Would I you ask? Yep, but I would also need a place to have a shower in the morning. So maybe not for long.

27 Jul 2010, 9:13 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: Does anyone know the title of this old horror movie?

It's oldish. It could have been one movie or it could have been a segment in an anthology type movie-I'm not sure. This is what I remember. It's pretty gruesome. This guy is bad. every the town folk are gathered around a flame discussing the man I think. The man shows up. The bad man walks over to another man and pulls his eye out. He then places the eye in his mouth. I told you-gruesome. Anyway, the bad man then gives the eye back to the man. Shortly after they push him into a flame. His head catches on flame and the town folk decapitate him. Years later, in what I thought were 'modern times' (modern for the year of release), two young girls go down to a lake and find the burnt, severed head. They take it into their home and place it over the fireplace. Does anyone know what this movie is? It's been bugging me for years. Another one I'm searching for is most likely anthology movie, a tv show or an episode of Tales From The Crypt because I'm pretty sure I remember the Crypt Keeper. I rented it from a video store years ago. It was a lady who's husband was a real douche to her. In the end she hits him on the head with a hammer. She serves him a tuna sandwich and the camera pans across to show the man's head stitched up. If anyone could give me even an episode title, that would be great. Thanks in advance.

27 Jul 2010, 7:53 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: About how much should I expect to pay for a custom built fireplace surround and mantel?

About 8 feet wide, curio shelves on the side. Curved base, mantle. The hood would go every the way up to the ceiling (9 ft), with crown molding at the top, and pillars and corbels holding up the mantel. every made from oak plywood and solid oak, with a tiled marble base. This is new construction, and I already have the gas insert. Just looking for a generic "about this much" figure, before I start looking around.

27 Jul 2010, 5:50 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: Fire brick in San Antonio,Tx?

Does anyone know of a place where they sell inexpensive flame brick in San Antonio,Tx? I found some for $1.30 ea. but I need 90 flame bricks for an outdoor fireplace and bar-b-que.

27 Jul 2010, 5:43 am | click here to view more

Open Question: Has anyone who has painted their brick fireplace regretted it later?

Thinking about painting or tiling our red brick fireplace.

27 Jul 2010, 10:53 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: Diagonal Tile Adjoining Rooms?

I am moving to a brand new condo. I want kitchen and great rooms done in big 18" diagonal ceramic tile. I am meeting the developer who wants me to show him my preferred tile layout and I'm confused on how to do this. Please help! The main entry is between the two rooms and not a foyer, just an entrance area in the middle of these two spaces. The kitchen and the great room are rectangles to the left and to the right of the entry. The kitchen is a rectangle going east and west, it also has an entry hall coming from the garage. The great room is a long rectangle going north and south with a corner fireplace and also has a hallway leading to the bedrooms straight ahead of you. As you enter the main front door you are between these two rooms looking left to the great room and right to the kitchen. Everything is visible and wide open to your view. Does the tile flow from room to room or do you break it up somehow at the entry point and treat each room separately? Do you make your beginning middle mark at the main entrance or one in each room? There is a back hallway from the garage leading to the kitchen and there is a hallway at the long end of the great room. I believe those spaces can just have squared tiles and not diagonal. The tiles I picked out are 18" big tiles. Thank you for your thoughts

26 Jul 2010, 9:48 am | click here to view more

Voting Question: what should my story's name be and help me continue it please?

1 Chapter 1 The year was 1707, I was a French peasant. I lived in Villeneuve, which is a town that is close Paris. My name is Victor Valcum. My mom was an English countess and my dad was a French knight. They both drowned at the Gulf of St. Malo. I had seven brothers and two sisters: Gaston, Francis, Darius, Pierre, John, Vincent, Rudolph, Daniela, and Anna. They every died in an earthquake after my parents died. I was left alone to pick cotton and wheat, to clip logs for flame to keep warm, and to receive whip lashes from my master Nicolas Poussin, for accidentally doing something wrong. One night I decided to go walk around in the cotton fields to go look at the moon and the stars. The air was chilly and calm and the stars reminded me when my mom and dad would receive a coruscate look in their eyes when they were glad. The moon brought back memories when my dad taught me how to hunt at night with my bow and arrow. Now as the moon beams down on me, I heard a russel behind me. I turned around and saw a beautiful young lady standing there. She had reddish brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her pale skin gleamed in the beauty of the moonlight, and her face looked so familiar, like the same that I’ve known once before, but she wasn’t a dream she was a real. She started to walk towards me, but I turned around and walked away. I turned my head to look if she was still behind me, and she still was. So I ran, but as I ran I tripped and hit my head on a rock and became unconscious. Minutes turned into hours. When I woke up, I was lying on the skin of a European Black Bear. I looked every around at my surroundings, everywhere I saw medieval things. I got up from the floor and, I started to walk around the place admiring the paintings. “Do you like them?” I heard a voice say. I turned around saw that same beautiful young lady, standing there beside the fireplace. “Who are you? Where am I?” “Don’t be frightened, I’m Elizabeth O’Grady and you are in a castle, which is on an island, called “Rockwall.” She looked at me, “People are going to be looking for me.” I said uneasily. “We are miles out from shore. Why would anyone look for you? You are just a peasant.” Just the sound of her voice made me weak in the knees. I started to walk backwards. But then I felt this strong tug, that got me closer to her and she held my wrist. “You’ve got fruit punch mouth.”I said. She ignored me and bit my wrist, and then she detached herself from me. She looked at me and smiled, then walked back towards the fireplace. I started to feel this burning sensation, like I was on flame. I screamed and my body was going out of control. “Calm down, Victor. It will be over soon. Just relax.” I felt this pain that was so bad. As my humanity was coming to an end. I felt that my heart was failing, and my blood was flowing much slower. 3 Chapter 2 As I woke up from my painful experience, I looked around the room, with my eyes. I felt like a god, with so much power, like I could do anything. “Now do you feel better?” Elizabeth asked. I nodded my head as I looked at her. She walked to the other side of the room. Elizabeth turned around and looked at me. “arrive,” she told me. I got up from the floor. “Where are we going?” I asked her, “arrive and look.” Elizabeth told me as she opened a door that led to a dark hidden passage way. As we walked in the dark passage way, I found out that I could look in the dark. I heard rats scurry by us. “How much longer do we have until the end of this corridor?” “Why are you scared?” “No. I’m just feeling a little bit claustrophobic.” A minute later she opened another door. But instead of it leading down another dark corridor, it guide outside to the beach. The stars were flickering and moons light shined like diamonds against the sea. The waves crashed mildly against the sand. We walked on the beach and we talked about our pasts and our families. She told me that she is two hundred years old and I told her that I am twenty- two years old. She, also, told me that she was only twenty- two, when she was born into darkness. “Can you be more specific with what you mean by being born into darkness?” I asked her. “Well, being born into darkness is what you went through, up at the castle.” She explained to me in a soft voice. “Ah, here we are,” she said with a grin. I turned my head to look what Elizabeth was staring at. We were both looking at a lady sitting every alone playing her mandolin, by a flame. “This is your first feed.”Elizabeth trailed off staring at my face, waiting. “I’m going, I’m going.” I said like I was in a rush. I walked off towards the lady, who sat next to the flame. I picked up one of the lady’s instruments. I played so quick that she noticed that I was a vampire. So she got up and ran. I chased after her. I felt like I wasn’t myself, it felt like I was

26 Jul 2010, 9:16 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: what should i do if i suspect my house is falling down do to underground county utilitiespipes collapse or bad?

my home was built in 1957 , but when the land was developed there used to be a creek which would have been about 10 ft out my back door and my back yard keeps sinking and so does my next door neighbors. for years i've been bring in dirt, and the fireplace foundation and home foundation have been sinking and now its really bad. i have been told by a veteran fair oaks water district employee that the creek still runs underground. I would like to know if that is my problem or if that is a county problem that wasn't correctly delt with or that wasover looked on purpose at the time of land developed

26 Jul 2010, 8:06 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Tips to improve what I've written so far of my book?

The character just moved into an old abandoned farmhouse. Kathryn O’Reilly’s green eyes scanned her new bedroom. It was old, and showed definite signs of abandonment. The ugly yellow paint behind the piles of moving boxes was chipping off the walls, wide, long cracks were forming on the ceiling, and the disgusting carpet had a big array of unidentifiable stains. The aged, green window shutters looked like they were more fitting for an old haunted home rather than an abandoned farmhouse, and she suspected that if she tried to close them they would most likely fall off into the bushes below. The room, as well as the relax of the home, smelled mouldy and wet. She left the bedroom and sauntered down the cramped corridor to the kitchen. It had no appliances, just a few cupboards with the doors falling off its rusty hinges, and a long countertop made of cracked tiles and damaged wood. Like the bedroom, the kitchen ceiling had many narrow cracks. The hardwood floor was somewhat dented, with a few planks protruding out of the otherwise decent floor. She then opened the door leading into the living room. It was a decent size, with ceiling cracks and old flooring quite similar to that of the kitchen. She meandered over to the decrepit fireplace and inspected the inside. The bottom of it had a layer of ashes dating back to who-knows-when, and besides a few chips in the bricks and rock mantle, it was in good enough shape. It had 3 big ceiling-to-floor windows looking out over the deserted landscape, which consisted of yellow and green grass, big black ash and apple trees, and a narrow gravel road at the end of the long, winding steer way. There were no neighbours for miles. Look, I know it sucks. I'm 13 and I've never written a book before. It's just for fun. This is the first couple paragraphs. What needs to be changed? How can I make it better? Do I need better word choice? I've never been in a farmhouse, so this is just what I'm guessing it looks like. Please don't tell me something like "You shouldn't be writing about a farmhouse if you've never been in one!" because I'm sure that not every great writers have experienced what their characters have gone through either. I just want some tips and constructive criticism. Thanks in advance!

26 Jul 2010, 8:01 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: On Lemony Snickets A Series Of Unfortunate Events PS2 game how do you trigger Violet's fireplace trap?

Thanks if you know the answer x

26 Jul 2010, 7:24 am | click here to view more

Voting Question: Central AC broke,room 89 degrees.Can increased room temp cause blower on gas fireplace to start?

26 Jul 2010, 6:53 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: Would converting a wood burning fireplace to gas logs lower the home's market value?

26 Jul 2010, 5:23 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: What movie is this scene from?

Its about a women who is on home arrest cos she was arrested for killing her husband that used to beat her up and that.. and she meets a new lad who brings her shopping as she cant leave the home.. any ways the end up having sex and the ghost appears on the ceiling and then picks him up and hits him of the fireplace... and at the end she blows the ghost up in the basement with flame.. lol thanks plz help Cheers charlie thats the one!

26 Jul 2010, 4:50 pm | click here to view more

Open Question: here's my story what shall i name it?

1 Chapter 1 The year was 1707, I was a French peasant. I lived in Villeneuve, which is a town that is close Paris. My name is Victor Valcum. My mom was an English countess and my dad was a French knight. They both drowned at the Gulf of St. Malo. I had seven brothers and two sisters: Gaston, Francis, Darius, Pierre, John, Vincent, Rudolph, Daniela, and Anna. They every died in an earthquake after my parents died. I was left alone to pick cotton and wheat, to clip logs for flame to keep warm, and to receive whip lashes from my master Nicolas Poussin, for accidentally doing something wrong. One night I decided to go walk around in the cotton fields to go look at the moon and the stars. The air was chilly and calm and the stars reminded me when my mom and dad would receive a coruscate look in their eyes when they were glad. The moon brought back memories when my dad taught me how to hunt at night with my bow and arrow. Now as the moon beams down on me, I heard a russel behind me. I turned around and saw a beautiful young lady standing there. She had reddish brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her pale skin gleamed in the beauty of the moonlight, and her face looked so familiar, like the same that I’ve known once before, but she wasn’t a dream she was a real. She started to walk towards me, but I turned around and walked away. I turned my head to look if she was still behind me, and she still was. So I ran, but as I ran I tripped and hit my head on a rock and became unconscious. Minutes turned into hours. When I woke up, I was lying on the skin of a European Black Bear. I looked every around at my surroundings, everywhere I saw medieval things. I got up from the floor and, I started to walk around the place admiring the paintings. “Do you like them?” I heard a voice say. I turned around saw that same beautiful young lady, standing there beside the fireplace. “Who are you? Where am I?” “Don’t be frightened, I’m Elizabeth O’Grady and you are in a castle, which is on an island, called “Rockwall.” She looked at me, “People are going to be looking for me.” I said uneasily. “We are miles out from shore. Why would anyone look for you? You are just a peasant.” Just the sound of her voice made me weak in the knees. I started to walk backwards. But then I felt this strong tug, that got me closer to her and she held my wrist. “You’ve got fruit punch mouth.”I said. She ignored me and bit my wrist, and then she detached herself from me. She looked at me and smiled, then walked back towards the fireplace. I started to feel this burning sensation, like I was on flame. I screamed and my body was going out of control. “Calm down, Victor. It will be over soon. Just relax.” I felt this pain that was so bad. As my humanity was coming to an end. I felt that my heart was failing, and my blood was flowing much slower. 3 Chapter 2 As I woke up from my painful experience, I looked around the room, with my eyes. I felt like a god, with so much power, like I could do anything. “Now do you feel better?” Elizabeth asked. I nodded my head as I looked at her. She walked to the other side of the room. Elizabeth turned around and looked at me. “arrive,” she told me. I got up from the floor. “Where are we going?” I asked her, “arrive and look.” Elizabeth told me as she opened a door that led to a dark hidden passage way. As we walked in the dark passage way, I found out that I could look in the dark. I heard rats scurry by us. “How much longer do we have until the end of this corridor?” “Why are you scared?” “No. I’m just feeling a little bit claustrophobic.” A minute later she opened another door. But instead of it leading down another dark corridor, it guide outside to the beach. The stars were flickering and moons light shined like diamonds against the sea. The waves crashed mildly against the sand. We walked on the beach and we talked about our pasts and our families. She told me that she is two hundred years old and I told her that I am twenty- two years old. She, also, told me that she was only twenty- two, when she was born into darkness. “Can you be more specific with what you mean by being born into darkness?” I asked her. “Well, being born into darkness is what you went through, up at the castle.” She explained to me in a soft voice. “Ah, here we are,” she said with a grin. I turned my head to look what Elizabeth was staring at. We were both looking at a lady sitting every alone playing her mandolin, by a flame. “This is your first feed.”Elizabeth trailed off staring at my face, waiting. “I’m going, I’m going.” I said like I was in a rush. I walked off towards the lady, who sat next to the flame. I picked up one of the lady’s instruments. I played so quick that she noticed that I was a vampire. So she got up and ran. I chased after her. I felt like I wasn’t myself, it felt like I was

26 Jul 2010, 2:01 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: what should I name my story?

Chapter 1 The year was 1707, I was a French peasant. I lived in Villeneuve, which is a town that is close Paris. My name is Victor Valcum. My mom was an English countess and my dad was a French knight. They both drowned at the Gulf of St. Malo. I had seven brothers and two sisters: Gaston, Francis, Darius, Pierre, John, Vincent, Rudolph, Daniela, and Anna. They every died in an earthquake after my parents died. I was left alone to pick cotton and wheat, to clip logs for flame to keep warm, and to receive whip lashes from my master Nicolas Poussin, for accidentally doing something wrong. One night I decided to go walk around in the cotton fields to go look at the moon and the stars. The air was chilly and calm and the stars reminded me when my mom and dad would receive a coruscate look in their eyes when they were glad. The moon brought back memories when my dad taught me how to hunt at night with my bow and arrow. Now as the moon beams down on me, I heard a russel behind me. I turned around and saw a beautiful young lady standing there. She had reddish brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her pale skin gleamed in the beauty of the moonlight, and her face looked so familiar, like the same that I’ve known once before, but she wasn’t a dream she was a real. She started to walk towards me, but I turned around and walked away. I turned my head to look if she was still behind me, and she still was. So I ran, but as I ran I tripped and hit my head on a rock and became unconscious. Minutes turned into hours. When I woke up, I was lying on the skin of a European Black Bear. I looked every around at my surroundings, everywhere I saw medieval things. I got up from the floor and, I started to walk around the place admiring the paintings. “Do you like them?” I heard a voice say. I turned around saw that same beautiful young lady, standing there beside the fireplace. “Who are you? Where am I?” “Don’t be frightened, I’m Elizabeth O’Grady and you are in a castle, which is on an island, called “Rockwall.” She looked at me, “People are going to be looking for me.” I said uneasily. “We are miles out from shore. Why would anyone look for you? You are just a peasant.” Just the sound of her voice made me weak in the knees. I started to walk backwards. But then I felt this strong tug, that got me closer to her and she held my wrist. “You’ve got fruit punch mouth.”I said. She ignored me and bit my wrist, and then she detached herself from me. She looked at me and smiled, then walked back towards the fireplace. I started to feel this burning sensation, like I was on flame. I screamed and my body was going out of control. “Calm down, Victor. It will be over soon. Just relax.” I felt this pain that was so bad. As my humanity was coming to an end. I felt that my heart was failing, and my blood was flowing much slower.

26 Jul 2010, 1:46 am | click here to view more

Open Question: How Do you feel about this Composition?

I wrote this short story my freshman year in high school. Its been two years and no one has ever read it. So, I am posting this to feel out people's reaction. wish you like! Harbored Passion An Educated Short Story By: Stefan Slavik Though they were both very young, they were in adore. Neither aware of the need for one another. The Early 1920s The idea of being together with her inevitably crossed his mind, intoxicating his whole body with the unbearable emotional pain of heartbreak. He loved her, but she did not feel the same. She had other priorities, and was far too intellectual to have anything to do with him. He sighed as he peered over the crystal clear blue lake, fishing pole in hand. He gazed up at the clear sky as a flock of birds soared over his head. To be as carefree and majestic as a bird, that's what he wanted. Instead, he was cursed. He was cursed with a passionate fantasy of a romance that would never become a reality. The essence of her beauty aroused him, only making her harder to forget. "Rose.....", he said with a hopeless inflection as he threw forth his fishing rod, casting it into the deep lake once again. She knew they could never be one. Their hearts were set in opposite directions. Hers within the deep adore of literature, and every things inhumanely impossible. His awry with an immense interest for understanding the world. She searched the deepest fathoms of the world of poetry, for a possibility of wish to achieve her childhood dream. She closed the binding of her journal, encasing it into an engraved leather seal. She threw herself into a nightgown, and blew out a dimly lit candle which was her only source of light. She whispered his name as she laid upon her bed, slipping into slumber, "Michael......" He was very needy, almost as needy as she had been. He worked as a fisherman at the boat docks, making just enough to pay for the necessities. He ate alone in a wet log cabin, with no electricity and only a fireplace for warmth in harsh weather. He sat down at the hand-made oak table, sipping at a bowl of broth and chopped celery. Furious, he slapped the bowl against the wall, breaking upon contact. He pressed his face into his palms and wept. "God, please help me...." Laying his head on the table. The morning light slipped through her eyelids through the glassless window pane. She rose from her bed, still heavily drowsed. She stretched to capacity, breasts thrusting outward, symbolizing the deep complexity of a lady's figure. She had almost nothing to eat, due to the terrible harvest. The berries were ripe, but bitter, and most of the peaches had been eaten. She made a concoction of what little food she had left, a mixture of some dried fruit and nuts, and ate it slowly to ensure her satisfaction. Upon swallowing the last bite, she had thrown herself into her daytime apparel, an embroided white dress, and began the day as any other. She sat in her lonesome as she removed the cover of her journal, and began writing a few poems to brainstorm. Everything she wrote, whether it was in comparison to adore, grief, or sorrow, she wrote with him in her conscience. She jotted his name down in one or two short lines and let the passion consume her. "Oh Michael.... How I adore you.... I only wish you felt the same...." She sighed, remaining in solitary confinement in light of the sun, still continuing to write her escape out of her deep depression. The day had been filled with difficult labor and no catch. The fish were not biting as often as usual, and by the end of the day, he had barely over a basketful to send him home penniless. He moved around the streets, feeling around in his empty patched jeans feeling gloom. ravenously, he wandered onto the properties of the richer folk in search of food, and perhaps a bit of drink to quench his massive thirst. There was not one soul who would lend anything to a commoner such as himself. He walked the relax of the way home, depressed and both emotionally and physically weary. He walked into his dark home and lit the fireplace with what little firewood he had scrounged into the corner. His hound lay beside him on the icy floor, and seemingly tried comforting him as he sobbed uncontrollably. He stood up solidly walking to his back room. He came out of the darkness with a coil of tight rope, and one wooden dining room chairs and headed outside, closing the door behind him. He stepped up onto the seat of the seat, and looped the noose around his neck. He whispered into the wind, " I adore you Rose..... Goodbye...." He kicked away the seat. Two years had gone by, everything had changed. She was no longer needy after the untimely death of her dad. Her inheritance was immense. She had made her dream a reality and launched her career as a successful writer. She sat in the library placed in the middle of her four story mansion, writing in her favorite emerald colored gown, her n the middle of her four story mansion, writing in her favorite emerald colored gown, her normally unruly strawberry blond hair neatly pulled up into a bun and a bonnet keeping it in place. She was deeply concentrated in her literature, every alone in the huge home after sunset. She started to shake a little, but thought nothing of it and continued writing. The shaking had not stopped and she began to worry. She felt a jolt of pain throughout her whole body, and fell from her seat. She was dying, and she was aware of it.. She cried for help, but there were no answers. It was ending, her whole world. She saw her whole life flash before her, closed her eyes, and stopped breathing... Two unaware lovers, harbored feelings never unleashed, both taken from this world far too soon, with their adore forgotten in the flow of time 　

25 Jul 2010, 9:23 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: what colour carpet goes with navy leather suite, beige walls and dark oak furniture?

we also have a big donegal rock fireplace

25 Jul 2010, 3:48 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: freak accident, hit my head?

a heavy glass plaque fell from the mantle over the fireplace and hit me on the head. i am epileptic what should i do in the next ten to thirty minutes?

25 Jul 2010, 3:10 am | click here to view more

Voting Question: Covering a tiled fireplace without damaging tiles (UK supplier needed if poss)?

I have a lovely tiled fireplace which no longer matches my room colour. Don't want to cover tiles with something that will damage them. Is there some way of doing this? I've thought of some nice of very thin decor panel/cladding but it needs to look modern & contemporary. Any ideas? Preferably in shiny black/granite/satin chrome type colour. The tiling is like a straightforward tiled 'box' if you will (no inward slanting) as chimney breast is on o/s wall. It previously housed an electric 'stove' type flame. Thanks

25 Jul 2010, 12:41 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: What are organic gel thickeners?

Fireplace gel fuel lists organic thickeners on their ingredient list. I have search and searched but I just can't find a website telling me what the organic thickener is. Anyone know?

25 Jul 2010, 10:54 am | click here to view more