Watchu asked:


So easily and effectively scheduling your entire day but also easy texting? The first one is more important to me. I know nothing about cell phones, mine’s 5 years old. lol If you could give a few suggestions I could look into that would be appreciated. Thanks ^^

Anna asked:


I need a cell phone with a full keyboard and a good calendar (for appointments, reminders, repeating events). I do not need or want a data plan! Phone calls, texting, day planner- that is all I want.

We have had Palm treo and centro before, but they are becoming obsolete, and I was not happy with the centro. I like their calendar and their keyboard. I like the blackberry keyboard and calendar as well, but (as far as I can tell) one has no choice but to spend extra on a data plan.

Does this exist? Or should I just get a plain texting phone and a paper calendar for my appointments?

We are currently with verizon, but we have no problem changing to another server.

Ney asked:


I am asking this question on behalf of my mother. I live on my own and have a restraining order on my biological father. He was mentally abusive to me growing up, and left on July 20th, on my little brothers birthday. The day I turned 18 I filed for a restraining order and was granted it.

So here is what is going on. He has taken my mother to court a few times regarding visitation rights. He said that he was not letting her see the kids, which was found not true, so they worked out set visitation. Every weekend the kids were to stay with him and he could come pick them up on Wednesday.

However, he did not do that. Sometimes he would get them on the weekend and bring them back a few hours later because “he had to work in the morning” blah blah blah. He actually rarely saw them because he never contacted my mother or my brother and sister to work it out. My mother has kept track of all of the visits in a planner, and when he broke the visits and such.

Including the time that my little sister went to a dance and he was supposed to pick her up, and didn’t. Instead she stood in the rain waiting for him at 10 o clock at night. He e-mailed her that day saying he couldn’t, but she didn’t check her e-mail. She did have a cell phone, and he knew that and had the number.

Now he moved out of state, 3 hours away, and is demanding that my mother drive the three hours to drop off my little sister and pick her up on the same day. He wanted her on New years eve from 7am-7pm. Can he do this since he moved out of state? He never told my brother, sister or mom that he was moving, he just left. They did not find out until he send a letter saying that he wanted my mother to drive there every weekend to drop off my sister, and other things. He also said that if she did not comply he will “see her in court”. I know that he has to come here to file the hearing and such.

My mother has a “civil communication” order against him because he would send her harassing text messages and e-mails. He is still doing this, and she keeps every one saved in her phone. He is also sending those messages to my little sister and brother. Calling me and my mother names, ect ect ect. They keep them also.

I have offered to go to the hearing if i need to. But only if i need to

So, as you can see this is a fine can of worms. I just want to give my mother some advice.

Here is some personal info that you might need:
My sister is 14
My brother is 17
They were married for 16 years
He was a sex offender
He is moved in with his ex wife now, and was living with his mother
My mother lives in Kansas, he moved to Missouri.

Ask and questions you need to ask me, either in an e-mail or in your answer, and then edit your answer when i answer your question.

Please help. Thanks so much
He is also addicted to drugs and alcohol and does not work because of a lung disease. He cant go to rehab because he is too much of a health risk to them. He tried to go about 4 years ago
He is no longer on the sex offender list. He paid a few hundered dollars to be removed after so many years with no other offences.

My mother did not know about the sex offence until he got fired from a job driving a school bus for being a sex offender. That is when he was remeved from the list.
Please mark “shave that kittie”’s comment as spam. He is posting the same reply to a lot of questions dealing with the same thing. It was really insulting to me
I am not sure exactily what the order says about picking up and dropping off. They just worked out how the childern are picked up. He can come to my mothers house, they can arrange a dropoff/pick up, he just has to be civil. He once just walked into my mothes house without notice or knocking and started screaming at her, and myself.
This is my problem also because she is my mother, and I am sick of seeing him hurt my little sister. He treated me so badly growing up that I do not want that to happen to her. Sometimes people just need a little help

kaitlin.kraze asked:


one
Marinna leafed through her wardrobe. Blue, brown, green, green, gray, blue… the only thing that seemed suitable was her black dress that she had bought just last January, and even the dress’s shoulders had grayed with age, at least she hoped it was age. She had never been the demure sort of person, so looking for something that even slightly shied away from show-stopping was alien to her.
All she really wanted to do was call Vanessa, her wedding planner, and ask her to coordinate with the florist yet again. Vanessa, poor soul, had coordinated the same plans with the florist for Marinna’s wedding– thirty lily and yellow rose table center pieces, an arch of yellow and pink roses and a special bouquet of birds of paradise– sixteen times this week and was starting to make noises that if she was going to continue to coordinate, they would soon be coordinating with another florist.
It was Marinna’s way of taking out the angst that remained from her friend Charles Hannigan’s untimely death. She punched out the numbers on her cell phone very quickly and very angrily when calling Vanessa, a stress outlet that was becoming a reflex. Last week, she almost took out the 4 key on her cell while she was at her apartment taking down pictures of her and Charles, which, as you can imagine, was an exceptionally emotionally grueling process.
Charles and Marinna had been best friends practically since birth. Her mother and his had worked together for years and absolutely detested each other. Marinna’s mother always worked efficiently while his was a something of a sloppy worker, although she did manage to have several brief affairs with each of her bosses, each of which stepped down afterward and another one took his spot.
It was a vicious cycle, but one that had helped Charles’ mother keep her job.
They had been conceived on the same day and, as fate would have it, born in the same hospital room. Something in the shared birth prevented them from hating each other. Charles used to joke that they had bonded over the excruciating pain of birth. Charles was funny that way. Marinna really missed Charles being funny.
They had been together until sixth grade, when Marinna left PS 180 and enrolled in Trinity Prep, an exclusive all-girls school, that raised her grades but Marinna always suspected that her mother had other reasons to separate them. In any case, they reunited in college and dated briefly, before realizing that they knew each other far too well to ever be perfect for each other. At least that’s what Charles said- Marinna didn’t believe a word of it. She thought they were meant to be together, although she never thought to say this to Charles.

From there on, they both remained close friends, although there was always romantic tension between them.
Shaking herself from her thoughts, Marinna wiped an emerging tear from her eye, smudging her carefully applied eye liner, “Shit.” She harvested an enormous amount of air into her lungs and reached for her phone, conveniently resting on her night stand. She flipped it open and pounded out Vanessa’s number. It rang once. Twice. Thr-
“Hello?” Vanessa sounded tired, almost hung-over.
“Vanessa. Are you there?”
“Ms. Josepher?”
“Not for long, Vanessa.”
“Okay… what the f- what do you need from me?”
“Can you coordinate the plans. With the florist.” She didn’t say it like a question. Marinna could hear Vanessa huff her lips on the other line.
“Of course, Marinna.”
“Thirty lily and yellow rose center pieces, a yellow and pink rose wedding arch and a bouquet of birds of paradise.”
“I haven’t forgotten.”
“I should hope so. Is my dress fitted?”
“If it isn’t this time, the last seven times should have done the trick.” Marinna could hear a faint voice in the background. It was a guy.
“Babe, who is it?”
“Marinna!” Vanessa replied, unsuccessfully covering the receiver with her free hand.
“Ugh! Her again?” He sounded agitated, like this somehow directly affected him. Which, Marinna decided, it didn’t. This wasn’t his wedding, this wasn’t his life, this wasn’t his day! Marinna took a deep breath. Some people didn’t understand the stresses of being engaged to a dead man.
“Baby, she’s crazy…” He then whispered something that Marinna couldn’t hear, but she got the picture. Vanessa giggled girlishly, and Marinna flipped her phone close and ended the call. She had heard enough of these sort of thing for the day, hell, maybe even the millennium.

two
Sweat trickled from Sloan’s brow, but she let it slide for the moment. Deep in a rare concentration for the like’s of Sloan Paxton, she was not bothered by anything this moment. She was about to do something she had not accomplished, nor had anyone else in Colorado Springs. That she knew of, of course. She was in the thick of the climax of this contest. The gentle ‘Beeps’ in the background were like little pushes of encouragement, reminding her that sh
(Continued)
she was so close to her goal. ‘Beep’… ‘Beep’ … ‘Beep’…
“Score!”, yelled Sloan, excitment (and sweat) oozing from every pore. She had beat the local highscore of Ms. Pacman in Colorado Springs, the biggest accmplishment she had ever acheived in her sixteen year old existence.
You see, Sloan was not grade orriented, to say the least. She cruised by in school with minimal effort, but honestly, she had bigger things to worry about. Sloan was an author, an artist, a dreamer and a philosophist. Besides, do you seriously think she could have beat the high score for Ms. Pacman with while studying? I think not.
“KP! Sloan yelled on her phone, “Dude, I beat Ms. Pacman!”
KP was Sloan’s best friend, the milk to her cookies, the juice to her orange. Although KP was the perfect blonde Barbie doll, complete with plasticy blonde mane, while Sloan was a tomboy on way too many behavioral meds, they somehow got by on semi-witty banter and dirty jokes.
“Wow Sloan. You’
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You’ve really out-Sloaned yourself. Are you for real?” Sloan rolled her eyes and Eugggh’ed.
“Kippie, you know I hate that phrase.”
“Which is exactly why I used it. Wanna hit up Chapel?” Chapel Hills Mall was their local mall, where they often hung out and pantsed mannequins. “C’mon! They might have a sale at All Things Catholic.”
“Will you wait patiently for me while I pick out my Jesus goblet?”
“Yes.”
“And pay for my jumbo Blizzard?”
“Dude, didn’t you puke all over your mom’s elephant lamp last time?”
“It already looked pretty pukish.”
“Psh.”
“See you there.”
“Whatever.”

Sloan hung up her phone and crashed backwards onto her bed, lying next to the outfit her mom had picked out for her brother, Charles’ funeral. She was supposed to be wearing it. She was supposed getting ready for the funeral. She was supposed to be crying.
Charles wasn’t supposed to be dead.
Sloan felt numb as she remembered her brother.
(Continued)
The worst part was that, as the weeks had stretched on, she had been slowly forgetting him. His smell, his boyishly handsome looks, the way he always snuck out with Sloan for a smoke and jerky. Beef jerky- Sloan remembered that much.
She used to know every pore on his face, but now his image was blurred, appearing waxy in Sloan’s mind.
As you can imagine, Sloan wasn’t going to make it to Chapel.

End of Chapters 1 and 2.
Ba-dum-dum-dum.
I write from a male point of view as well, I just didn’t want to make you guys read more chapters than necessary to get a feel of my writing.
I am a young author, so obviously I tried to steer away from writing material that culd be labeled as ‘chick lit’. You know, that garbage that you find in the young adult section now a days? The clique books, Gossip Girl, Pretty Little Liars… all are so easy and LAZY for someone my age to write. I’d prefer a challange.
I hope I didn’t take a bigger bit than I can chew…
*bite
You don’t have to read the whole thing, haha.

Elias asked:


i’m a college student male. what would be a good chick purse or man purse or tote bag i can use to store the following:
coin purse
hand sanitizer
tissues
pepper spray
cell phone
mp3
pocket knife
day planner
pens and pencils
deodorant
PS Please don’t be rude about it
and don’t say backpack because it will be already heavy with all books paper spirals books and my lap top

Chriztina asked:


I have a day planner, wallet, hair brush, small make up bag, halls, epi-pen, inhaler, body spray, lotion, cell phone, advil, travel size toothbrush and paste, couple packs of sugar, tic tacs, change and receipts…that’s everything I carry on a daily basis.

omg_iso_love_you asked:


So i have a bag for B days but my A day bag is getting really worn out so I’d love to get a new bag that fits all of my books and other stuff(2 books and cell phone, my planner). I’m thinking kinda of cheap price but made well. Walmart, Target, Forever21, Even Hollister on sale:)
thanks<3