I need help with my apartments cockroach problem.

By on August 31st, 2008

We can’t move until December. Our landlord & Managers are not helping (they have pest control here two times a month) but the population of cockroaches has gotten larger since Feb (when someone moved in across the hall and brought them in their furniture then bombed the place twice bringing them to our place and another neighbors but their infestation isn’t as bad). Before we didn’t really see them (1 or 2 a month) now they are in my TV (64in) couch, my kids toy box everywhere except the bedrooms. Before we move i need to get this under control (I don’t want to have to give up all our furniture) I keep our kitchen clean of all food items after each meal (hard to do when you have a 1yr and a 2 yr old) and i only allow our cat to eat and drink two times a day. We take the garbage out every night but nothing is working and it’s getting worse I’ve thought about bombs but with my children and my cat i don’t want residue to be available to them. can someone give me ideas to get rid of them or suggestions on what to do when we move (It will be snowing we live in Wisconsin) I don’t want to get rid of our TV, Couch or Dinning room, and I can’t get rid off all the toys but most of them are going. Can I bomb the inside of our TV it’s a projection and they are inside the Tv now
OK i just had my 2 year old daughter walk up to me with one on her hand she say’s she found it on the couch I freaked out she didn’t Also I can not spend a lot of money (I just lost my job) and my landlord/managers will not help with closing the openings that are around the home (gaps, loose countertop)

stain coming through ceiling.

By on August 29th, 2008

Im just having a new kitchen refurb our man has sugar soaped ceiling,which was quite yellow as we didnt have a cooker hood,he then painted the ceiling white but the yellow cooking fat stains came through again,after stain blocking and adding another coat of paint the stain has appeared again does anyone have any ideas.
thanks.Alan

European People and Tipping In North America.

By on August 28th, 2008

I really love serving, its a fun and social job and I love making people have a great dining experience. So it is frustrating when European people come into restaurants and leave less than a 15% tip or nothing at all after receiving exceptional and pleasant service all night.

Why do they do this. It might not be customary to tip in Europe-but they’re not in Europe-we tip here.

We as servers have to pay out 5% or more on every customer’s bill to the kitchen staff and bartender so when someone doesnt tip, that 5% comes out of our pocket.

Riddile: Five neighbors, after some pressure from their respective house wives, each undertook a do it .

By on August 27th, 2008

yourself project can you match husbands and wives with tasks and length of time.

CLUES:
- it was sally who finally persuaded her husband to rewire the house, a task which he completed in a shorter time than that taken by his neighbor.
-Alistair built the conservatory.
-Warren is Lydia’s husband; he spent more time on his project than the man who re-tiled the roof, who was not Gareth.
- Luke took a full 3 months to complete his task.
-The redesigned garden layout took 6 weeks to complete.
-Janet’s husband spent 10 weeks on his project, which was not the new kitchen.
-Bernie’s wife is not Sandra.

WIFE NAMES:
Janet Lydia Marcia Sally And Sandra.

HUSBAND NAMES:
Warren Alistair Bernie Gareth and Luke.

TASKS:
build conservatory. redesign garden. renovate kitchen. re tile roof. rewire house.

TIME LENGTH:
one month. six weeks. two months. ten weeks. three months.

remember there must be a husband a wife a task and a time length in each answer.

Can I have some opinions on some writing please.

By on August 26th, 2008

I am aiming for an English degree at university - ultimately I’d love to be an author. Long shot, I know. I’m writing a piece of prose for my GCSE coursework but given the amount of ideas that are flowing through my head I think it’s going to turn out to be a novella.
Just as a start to it - what do you lovely people on here think to this.

Magdalena Martinez lived in Grenyác, mainly because that was the only place where she felt at peace with herself; she found the surrounding cities too harsh, rough and unforgiving. She resided within a tumbledown apartment above the local florists, owned by Mme Fitzgerald and from there she could witness the comings and goings of the sleepy town. The exposed beams of the low ceiling were draped with colourful ribbons and dried lavender sprigs - a local speciality. Many pieces of the oak furniture were donated by the residents of Grenyác, as a friendly peace offering; a rustic table, three reeded chairs, and a bookcase amongst other items. Standing on top of the scrubbed table was a glazed pottery vase with a poppy delicately placed into it, a glass containing some sort of liquid, a poppy petal floating a top. To the left of the table, a small lead piped window, diamond panes glinting in the hazy evening sunlight. A yellowing envelope sat on the white windowsill, dated the same year as the fatal political uprising. Under the small flight of stairs the old bookcase, packed shelf to shelf full of crumbling volumes - a beaten copy of Gigi on the bottom shelf next to an old paperback version of Utopia. Books seemed to reside everywhere in this apartment - even spilling through into the kitchen; Nicholas Nickleby and Hamlet taking the place of any guests who wished to sit at the worktop.
Magdalena, when she became acquainted with the town’s folk would have been considered some foreign beauty not to be trifled with. The silky black hair from her mother’s Spanish lineage, the sparkling blue eyes from her fathers Jewish - Romanian heritage. Her face looked pure, innocent if you will, yet there was an aura that surrounded her; it was an aura of knowledge and age old wisdom, like a seasoned traveller returning home from a journey he knew well. High cheekbones were a gift from the Spaniard ancestors, giving Magdalena an elven appearance but they seemed harsh compared with the soft robin’s egg blue of her almond shaped eyes.
She had been, for the ten years she had called Grenyác her home, working for one Mme Depardieu at the Depardieu lavender fields, some six miles out of the town centre to the south. Every morning at seven she cycled down to the fields, stopping at Pierre’s bakery to receive her lunch - a salad baguette and in winter a chocolat chaud. At three she was allowed to return home although she stayed many a time, often until six, to help with any unfinished business. After work she usually headed straight to the town centre, to the safe haven of the second hand bookshop, run by the infamous Monsieur Rousseau; awkward and vicious towards newcomers but warmhearted and pleasant towards Magdalena - a valued customer and friend. Very often she would carry, heading down the cobbled alleyways to the café which held live music in the basement. Other times she simply found a cosy nook in her apartment and read - her safety net.
She lived alone. It was not that she was an orphan, not at all; her mother, Rosamaria, had sent the her, at seven years old, to find solace with her Aunt in Nice; Rosamaria couldn’t keep a family intact following her lover’s death. Three years later Aunt Josephine passed away, leaving Magdalena quite alone to find her way in the world.
She possessed neither great materialistic wealth nor power, large groups of companions or formal schooling, but then again she didn’t need to; she lived her seemingly, quiet life within the confines of the town walls. She had little duty to her family and relatives; writing to her brother Artemis every so often was the extent to which she stretched. To onlookers her life appeared simple, easygoing and carefree.
It was a Friday. She was perusing the shelves of the bookshop. The steady even count of Monsieur Rousseau prowling behind an unsuspecting tourist matched that of her heartbeat. She felt restless; Dickens, Rimbaud and Colette stared out at her accusingly - ‘Why aren’t you picking us up.’ It had been years since she had opened the envelope that adorned the windowsill; it brought back memories.
Monsieur Rousseau hobbled through the doorframe, cursing under his breath, snatched up an English phrasebook and returned from whence he came. She stared at the shelves blankly, a mist crossing her view - lost in her own tortured thoughts. ‘Why did it have to happen like that. Was it fate.’
A hand was gently placed on the back of her shoulder, starting her from the mists of her mind back onto earth. “Est - ce que . er.aider tu.um.ple
I’ve just realised yahoo doesn’t account for paragraphs, so please excuse lack of organisation here.
I’ve also just realised that it’s cut half of my work off. Hold on.

She took this as an invitation to turn around, if only to discover who possessed the gentle hand and broken French - which she thought gave an amusing prophesy of failure.
“Magdalena Aaron. Is that you.” The rising sun of realisation shone on her now, but a fresh wave of sadness washed over her. ‘Aaron. That was years ago.’ She judged the man with curiosity, deciding that he might well be an equal age to herself. He must have been handsome to other women - good physique, classic dress sense, those eyes. Large eyes of the deepest brown gazed down at her anxiously, boring into her as if they could see right through her and were staring back at Dickens. Excusing herself she crossed to the mouldering cash register where Rousseau had re-appeared. A short burst of unintelligible French and she was gone, cycling round the corner gracefully as the stranger followed suit.
The plot will thicken, I promise. There will be murder and intrigue, I promise. It’s all up there in my head Thanks Daisyhill - just what I wanted.
My intention for the description of her surroundings was to describe Magdalena as well. So kind of the setting is a portrait of the character. I was just trying out ideas Thanks everyone, you’re all super

Where can I find a free DIY online interior design website.

By on August 25th, 2008

I want to design my kitchen and bathroom and lounge and bedrooms etc etc etc

I would like to try to design it all myself first by using a reputable free DIY on line website.

Does anyone know of any sites.

Thanks so much.

Would you buy any additional frills to your kitchen cabinets. Like slide out drawers, pantry pull-outs etc.

By on August 24th, 2008

I’m in the middle of designing my kitchen (Thomasville cabinets), they have so many various options when it comes to personalizing the kitchen cabinets.

I want to know from the people who really use their kitchen on a daily basis, what they would want to have or something that would make your life easier in an organizational sense.

http://www.thomasvillecabinetry.com
You can check the site if you want

Thanks in advance

How can i design my new home .

By on August 23rd, 2008

my parents want to design our new house so i need some suggests
the house haves 4 rooms ,1 bathroom and 2 kitchens
yes i have sims 2 but i don’t know probably it helps some real ideeas

DIY changing taps (faucets) and tap handles. Is it possible to do it yourself.

By on August 22nd, 2008

My Dad is a plumber, but he lives 5 hours away so he isn’t much help.
I want to change the taps and tap handles in my kitchen and in my bathroom to nicer more modern ones. Is it possible to this myself with my boyfriends help, or would it be wise for us to get a plumber to do it.
I am happy to attempt it, as long as it is not a hugely high level of difficulty. Our place is only about 10 years old if that makes any difference to the type of plumbing and taps we have.

How to split costs in college apartment. please help.

By on August 21st, 2008

There are two other girls in our suite style apartment. Julie has agreed to buy the entertainment system and has already bought most of the kitchen appliances. She also wants to buy the TV and but not buy any of the living/dining room furniture. Julie thinks that the other room mate and I should split the costs of the furniture. The thing is, all of the things Julie is buying can be taken to her home after college. I will not be able to do anything with the crappy furniture after college- because who wants crappy furniture. In my opinion, it would be better to spend $1000 on the TV and kitchen utensils than $300 of furniture. I feel like the other room mate and I are being taken advantage because she gets to buy the things that can be used after college. Should I just shut up and pay for the cheap furniture or stand up to her and try to work something else out. Any suggestions for a good outcome in this situation would be greatly appreciated.