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You see, my best friend's grandmother has a mobility disability problem, I want to help her out, however I can, but I need help finding out what kind of things she'd like to do, or if i could get her some kind of gift? Please help.
She barely talks, even to her own granddaughter (my best friends) so it wouldn't be so easy just to ask her, but what do you think she'd like to do? Pleasee, I need help.

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i believe in rewarding my daughter not so much with material things. she is 2 and turns 3 in december she is a really good child with an occasional outburst. her potty training has been a breeze but she sometimes gets lazy. my mother and i are throwing her a potty party which is something that has been done in my family for years. it's a way to reward the child. and to celebrate that they are a big girl or big boy plus they get their own big kind undies. i invited my best friend and she said she thought it was stupid and she wouldn't be there. i told her she didn't have to bring gifts it was just a bar-b-q and some chips and cupcakes. and we could all go swimming. she told me my family's traditions were stupid. My great grandmother told me that you should reward your child for the progress they make. The potty party is a way of showing them they are now a big kid. Is it so wrong to celebrate? i won't have anymore dirty diapers to change. and my daughter goes on her own. she feels grown

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I would like some opinions on this please! It's a young adult love story thing that silly old me decided to write. It probably isn't any good and will never get published, lol.

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Leaving America was the hardest decision Mairhee Siouh had ever had to make. She knew that it was for the best, and there was nobody who would miss her. Nobody but her grandmother, and her extended family, and her best friend, and her dog, and best friend's dog. But nobody else. She felt so unloved sometimes. As she stepped off of her plane, clutching her bag, she looked out at the sea of foreign faces, wondering if she had finally truly found her home.
Mairhee gazed at the faces, not really knowing what she was looking for. Hope, perhaps. Or some kind of encouragement. But there was nothing but cold stares, as though everyone in the world was against her happiness. Holding her wooden box which held her parents' ashes, Mairhee walked through the crowd. Her parents died in a car accident. But she knew better. They had been chosen to die; she knew it in her heart by some supernatural force.
She knew this because, despite being perfectly ordinary, she had mystical gifts. She pressed through until she reached the front door, where a flood of taxis waited. A man in dark clothes stood by one of them, holding a sign with her name written across the front in sprawling letters. She paused - nobody had known she was coming. So who had sent for her? She walked up to him. "I'm Mairhee Siouh," she mumbled. Plainly.
"Come on in." The man opened the door and helped her with her luggage.
"Who sent you?" Mairhee asked.
The man ignored her and continued packing her bags into the trunk. When she pestered him some more because of her strong will, he relented with a few words. "A very important man." Mairhee took that without further question because she often trusted random strangers because they knew her name. Staring out through the window, she saw her reflection. She wasn't pretty, but others often said she was. With her porcelain skin and sea green eyes, many said that if her hair wasn't a beautiful hue of caramel, she would look like a mermaid. Mairhee never believed them though, because they were only coddling her.
As she was driven down the divine roads, she watched the passers by who lined the pavements, like a majestic crowd.

They were all staring at her; their widened eyes staring at her. They probably had never seen someone so plain, so normal, so insignificant before. When they all smiled a large, singular smile in her direction, she knew their positive expressions to be mocking her. She felt like a stunning mandarinfish, being judged by her new audience in the astounding aquarium that was Spain.
She didn't speak to her driver, instead ducking her head down and away from the horrendous joyous stares. They finally arrived at a lavish hotel.
"Excuse me," she said. "This is...this is way too much..."
The driver didn't say anything. He just stepped out of his car and came around to open hers. Mairhee felt a surge of annoyance; she was a strong, liberated woman. That was the sort of thing she could do for herself. She got out of the car, holding tight to her prized possession; the portfolio that held all of her artwork. It was her one talent; the one thing she was capable of doing in a life where she was incapable of doing anything.
The moment she stepped out she immediately fell over. She was so clumsy. Her drawings scattered, blowing into the wind. It was a tragedy, as if the Mona Lisa had been destroyed by a fire the very day that it was finished.
"Help me!" she pleaded in a voice that people had told her was sweet high and lovely. But it sounded scratchy and haglike to her.
The bystanders turned and regarded her with bland stares. She clutched the ashes in distress and then sank to the cobblestones, weeping.
As she sat there, trying to gather the nearest of her drawings, a hand appeared. She paused, glancing up at the glorious stranger standing over her. His hair, cut so that it fell around his glorious chiseled cheekbones, glimmered like spun gold as it shone in the midday sun. His eyes sparkled with the same luminescent quality of sapphires beneath heavy lidded eyes that regarded her with quiet amusement and, she was certain, disgust. He glanced down a the drawing he held, sniffing, then threw it down at her. "It's all right," he said.
Mairhee felt her heart quiver. This glorious stranger thought her artwork, her life's calling, was all right. It was too much to bear. She momentarily forgot how to breathe.
When she discovered her lungs, she forced out the first two syllables she would ever say to the godlike creature: "Thank you."

He shrugged, and his effulgent hair bounced around his head, like Autumn leaves dancing in a gentle, Summer breeze. "You're welcome,&quot

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I know some people think dreams do not have meanings, but say they for sure did. If they do, what does this dream mean, do YOU think?
I was with my grandmother, a teacher, who isn't a teacher in real life. She was taking my robotics team on a trip to a tiny ocean at her campground. We went swimming, and then she turned into a teacher I used to hate when I was younger. This women gave us gifts, from lip gloss to many others. She also gave us a tank with a miniature raptor from the age of dinosaurs inside of it. I automatically showed up to where my dad was, excited. He fed the raptor a lemon, and the thing became suddenly a giant. My best friend, standing there, told me to put it in the trash on the way to the ocean. So I did, but it climbed out and ran. She went after it. Then I went to the ocean, and swam with my boyfriend. We arrived at my grandma's camp site later, and my boyfriend and best friend were missing. So I went on a search with my dad. We found another girl's campsite, and she warned me not to text secrets, or my phone would not be usable any longer. I found my best friend, and then my boyfriend showed up, claiming he had been testing for the ACT to prove that he couldnt' do it in the time they allowed. Then, all of a sudden, I was in Hell's Kitchen, sitting there, washing my hands like crazy, until I woke up.

What in the world could this insane dream symbolize?

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My best friend's grandmother recently passed. Our other friend and myself want to go in on some kind of nice, small gift for her, or the family. The thing is we're only 20 and the normal gifts for these situations (flowers, garden stones, sentimental picture frames) are neither her taste or really express how sorry we are for her. Any suggestions?

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My 17 year old daughter moved out under horrible circumstances. We were so close and now her room is bare, and I feel like I have lost my best friend. I AM a good mom, even though she called me a f***** c***, but I just feel so sad and lost. Any ideas on how to feel better?

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Gifts will be from the family .. Have a 3yo daughter and son due on Halloween

Mom - In to her self lately .. 50 yo

Dad - Has every tool imaginable, loves coffee, is retired county worker, and a fisherman - 55yo

Younger Brother - one word TEENAGER .. spoiled .. 15yo

Older Brother - In the army, just got back from iraq, single meaning no wife but has a girlfriend for 2 years, no kids, clean freak, into pit bulls he has two and motorcycles has one. 30yo

Best friend/Cousin - Loves shopping, loves godiva, moving next year 27 yo

Aunties w/familys - last year gave them fruit baskets .. year before gave candy/cookies 52-56yo

Single Aunt - ?? single, 40yo

Grandmother - into church stuff but has everything .. and her house is full of pictures.

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I'm throwing a wedding shower/ bachelorette party for my best friend and I have everything together except for game and gift bag ideas.

We're having the wedding shower during the day and it's for the mothers, grandmothers, aunts, little kids, friends, etc. so we need more PG rated games and gift bags but the bachlorette party is more for her friends so the games and gift bags can be more X rated.

Thanks for all your help.