So I am guy that’s almost 16 and im looking at SUV’s and I’ve found a 2003 Mercury Mountaineer Premier V8 AWD with 78,000 miles on it for ,986. Its a great price and it has a third row seat, dvd system, and sunroof. I originally wanted a 2003-2005 Ford Explorer Eddie Bauer or Limited V8 but have had a hard time finding one. Gas, insurance, and maintenece wont be a problem my dad is very mechanically inclined and i can cover my gas and insurance as my insurance was quoted at 6 every 6 months which isn’t bad at al! So tell me what you think about this truck!
I think the mileage is average its a 7 year old car with 78,000 miles, thats around 11,000 miles a year!

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A little background- my roomate and I have been best friends for years. We recently moved in together and she has a boyfriend. Before moving in we agreed that one night a week and one night on the weekends would be sufficent for him to sleep over. However, she breaks that rule weekly even though I have already addressed it. On top of that she’s taking bits and pieces of my food and soda like I won’t notice. Her boyfriend is always over and they usually control the main living area so I get stuck in my room watching TV since they take over our flat screen in the living room. He’s also constnatly leaving the toilet seat up. On top of all this, she’s a little poor and doesn’t want to have the heat on. She has a space heater for her room but turns the central heat off when I turn it on. I’m pretty sure space heaters use more energy than central heat would. She also doesn’t lock the door when she leaves if I’m still there and sometimes the door doesn’t shut and one time my cat got out. We disucssed after this, her locking the door so that we would never have that problem again but she’s still not doing it….any suggestions? I’ve already addressed all of these issues with her at least once, the toilet thing has been done twice….

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i love writing, singing, and acting. i’m pursuing all three of them, and this is my sorty so far…
Wake Boarder
“Mom! Papi!” I called, stepping into the house.
“What is it, Chica?” papi asked. Though I rarely used Spanish, I used it sometimes to make dad happy.
“Come outside and see!” I smiled, leading my parents outside.
Before they could see what I had called them out for, I ordered, “Cover your eyes! No peaking!” I was seven, so could you blame me? I certainly couldn’t.
“Tamica!” I shouted. The, a small, golden retriever puppy ran out from behind a bush to see me.
“And open! Mom, dad_”
“Dad? What happened to papi?” dad joked… I think.
“Meet Tamica! She’s a stray puppy!” I said, unable to hide my joy.
“Um… Miranda Lopez… did you, think we could keep it?” mom insulted.
“No.” I lied in my most innocent voice. And if you think they fell for my cute seven-year-old voice, think again… partially.
They_ I mean mom gave me a surprised glare.
“Ci.” I shyly corrected. Mom rolled her eyes.
“Well,” papi began my rescue, “pets teach responsibility and I hear_”
“Alright! We can keep… um… keep_”
“Tamica! Oh thank you mom! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I exclaimed.

3 years later…

July 15th, 2008
Dear diary,
I’m sitting on the floor in my room with Tamica. Though I am now ten years old, mom and papi are treating me like a baby. They’re making me move from Florida, my home for the past five years, to California, a place I’ve never been to. Do you know where that is?! It’s across the country! Oh, you haven’t even heard the best part yet… the only neighborhood we can afford doesn’t allow dogs. Just cats, bunnies, fish, ect. So we have to leave Tamica with my grandparents until we can find a better place to live. If there was a good thing about this move, is why we were moving. My parents never liked they’re jobs, so they’re going to own a clothing/shoe/jewelry store. Sadly, it can’t all be girls stuff. Oh! I need to pack the last of my once happy life into a small box without Tamica… so, so sad…
I set my pen on my desk, sadly rethink, and move it into a nearby box.
My room had been completely cleared out except for one small pile of boxes, and the desk. A group of movers came in, and tugged out the desk. Only a pile of boxes. I frown. The boxes seemed only half-packed, and they sat on the floor, seeming to look lonely. I frown again, and decide to look away so that their “eyes” cannot stab me with betrayal.
“Miranda!” mom calls from the first floor.
“Good-bye my beautiful, beautiful life… forever.” I mumble pitifully.
I grab that small pile of boxes, and haul it down the stairs, out the front door, and into the back of the moving truck.
“Packed?” mom asks as I go toward Tamica.
“Yup. I am defiantly ready to ruin my life.” I sigh, regretfully.
“Oh, Chica,” papi comforts. However, I pull myself away, and it felt like instead of stepping away, I was drifting away…

July 15th, 2008, later that day
Dear Diary,
I’m sitting in the backseat of the car. We left Florida about six hours ago, and we are in Georgia now. Papi just said that we’re going to drive to Kentucky, then professional movers are gonna drive our car to California, while we just take the necessities and fly on a plane. I know this is silly, but I haven’t mentioned my passion or love for wake boarding in nearly a week because I’ve been so worked up about moving away from the place where I learned to wake-board. Dad taught me when I was little, like, five, when we first moved here from New York. In addition, he taught himself when he was seven. Dad’s been happy that I’ve been calling him papi lately, but he’s saying that we’re going to pull over now to get some dinner at this Mexican restaurant. Ho I miss Tamica… good-bye…
“Papi, where are we?” I groan, getting out of the back seat.
“Chico’s.” dad replies excitedly.
“Where-o’s?” I snip, frowning as I push out a disappointed pouty face.
“A Mexican restaurant in Georgia.” Mom answers.
I roll my eyes as we step inside.
A Mexican man standing near the door says something Spanish that I can’t understand.
“Ci.” Papi nods his head, and the waiter leads us to a colorful table with four multi-colored chairs.
“Sit.” Mom orders and I plump into a rojo, mom in an azul, and dad in a verde. (See how I’ve worked on my Spanish?)
“May I have a chicken fajita?” I wonder aloud.
“No.” papi says.
“He’s joking.” Mom smiles.
“What are you guys getting?” I ask.
“A taco.” Papi answers.
“A taco.” Mom seconds.

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I had two dreams last night; here’s the first:

I was in some sort of parking lot that was covered in grass and the buildings on one of the busiest roads in my town were completely gone; it was just some sort of field, but I definitely recognized the area. Then suddenly there were a lot of old, used cars in the field, and apparently you had to pick one, so I ended up picking a large pink monster truck (don’t ask). Then my ex-boyfriend who has recently asked me out again climbed in the passenger seat and put his arm around me. Then I just looked at him with a disgusted face. Something came over me and I leaned in to kiss him, but HE rejected ME this time. I distinctly remember calling him a jerk then I tried to kiss him again, and he made out with me. Then later into the dream there was some unknown force coming in and we had to hide from them, I guess. So then me and the guy and my best friend ( I have no idea where she came from ) took off through the trees and came across this open area where there were some types of natives (??) playing a game I guess. Then we started talking to them and stuff and my ex-boyfriend kind of warped into my crush, this I do not know when it took place. It was really weird, and I think I knew I was dreaming. Then I woke up in the middle of the night and fell back asleep.

Now for the second dream:

Me, my other best friend, and my mom all went to a restaurant, the same one that we were in the parking lot of in the previous dream. Then a very cute guy who looks exactly like one of my friend’s older brothers comes up to us and he’s a waiter at the restaurant. Then we held a brief conversation that I don’t remember. I just remember him saying "I shed the stupid tag in my senior year." That made sense in the conversation but now that I look at it, it makes absolutely no sense. Then he came back and I read his name tag, and it said Max then the familiar last name. So I said, "You’re Malia’s brother." He nodded then he motioned for me on the edge of the booth to scoot over and he sat down rather close to me and made awkward small talk and stuff.

What do any of these mean, I’m so confused. It could mean absolutely nonsense, and I want to know if it doesn’t even mean anything at all. Thanks!

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I believe i dropped a ring in my car and it may have fallen into a heater vent under my seat, is there any way to get into the vent somehow and try to retrieve the ring? My car is a 1998 Oldsmobile Achieva.

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a 16 year old girl just got an old ford f 150 she would like pink interior accessories that dont cost an arm and a leg any ideas

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I just recently had a car crash. A semi truck had hit me from behind and my car rolled twice and knocked down an electric box, then stopped. The car is tolled and the doctors were amazed that i only had scratches and bruises and that if i hadn’t wore my seat belt i would have been dead for sure.
Of course during the accident i was scared, but after they took me to the hospital i only felt guilt and hatred. I wasn’t scared because i knew that i wasn’t going to die and that there weren’t an serious injuries. When my parents came to the hospital i was covering up my emotions and even tried to make mom laugh so that she would stop crying and worrying.
Until now i have that little fear of what could have happened if i hadn’t wore my belt but its not like im in trauma or in phobia of ever riding a driving a car again. But my emotions of guilt and hatred are more dominate.
My mom says that it not normal for me not be scared or traumatized of the whole thing. I tell her that everyone has different reaction, but no she says that im not ‘normal’ and that Im acting like nothing happened. Of course im not acting like nothing happened, im just trying to move on with my life without looking back at the past.
So i guess my question is it ‘normal’ that i wasn’t ‘that scared’ because of the accident, and my feelings of guilt and hatred were more taking over my emotions?

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I live in Phoenix Arizona, where the smog is unbearable..I have a 2005 GMC Sierra (no i dont want to downsize, or buy a new hybrid vehicle, im too bonded with my truck) and am really considering having a conversion done to help with this big issue. I try to carpool as much as I can but I cant take the live karaoke in my passenger seat 5x a week anymore. The only problem is I cannot find a local place to do it, i’ve been researching for a few weeks and the best opinions i’ve heard is to buy the kit online now and worry about install later..and I’d like to have it all covered at the same time. So anyone who can help me out with this, tell me pro’s, con’s, and most of all where I can get this done at! thanks so much!

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My heater, air and heated seats all went out in my Limited 2002 Jeep Grand Cherokee. I had the fluids checked but not sure what wrong. I know that Chrysler recalled all 2003 with the same exact problem but not 2002. Anyone have any ideas?

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Clinton Corpse Collection

I’ve investigated a lot of crimes over the last 32 years, including murders. Any criminal investigator with the slightest bit of experience and training could easily see (and most have seen) the many flaws, holes and gaps in the so-called Vince Foster "murder" investigation by, of all the federal law enforcement agencies, the Park Police. But, when one does a little more checking into the past of Bill and Hillary Clinton, they will find a long path of former friends, associates and business partners of the Clinton’s who have died young and under mysterious circumstances. The following is a partial list of those whose blood cries out for justice.
Kevin Ives and Don Henry: Died August 1987. Reportedly, they had stumbled upon the Arkansas Mena Drug Operation (many stories and articles have been written about Clinton’s affiliation with the Mena Mafia) It was first reported that these two young boys died as a result of falling asleep on a railroad track. It was later revealed that Ives had received a crushed skull prior to being placed on the tracks and Henry had been stabbed to death. The following 7 deaths were all of people who reportedly had knowledge and information concerning the mysterious, unsolved murders of Kevin Ives and Don Henry:

Keith Coney:died July 1988 from injuries sustained from a motorcycle accident. Some reports indicated that he was being chased by an unidentified vehicle.
Keith McKaskle: died Nov. 1988 from multiple stab wounds
Greg Collins: died Jan. 1989 from a gunshot wound to the head. No suspect was ever found.
Jeff Rhodes: died April 1989 from a gunshot wound to the head. His body was burned and thrown in a dumpster.
James Milam: died 1989. His death was ruled as being from natural causes, until his head was later recovered from a trash bin!
Richard Winters: died July 1990 from injuries sustained during a robbery attempt. He was a suspect in the death of Kevin Ives and Don Henry. Some reports claim the robbery was only a setup.
Jordan Kettleson: died June 1990. He died from gunshot wounds and was found sitting in his truck.
Suzanne Coleman: died when Clinton served as Arkansas Attorney General. She was alleged to have been "romantically" involved with Clinton. Although she died from a gunshot to the back of her head, the death was ruled a suicide! She was pregnant at the time of her death.
Alan Sandorf:died 1991. Sandorf was an employee of NSA (National Security Agency). He was reportedly providing info. to Danny Casolaro, who was an independent reporter investigating the INSLAW case (INSLAW involved Justice Dept. theft, cover-ups, missing records, fraud and gov. corruption of all sorts) Sandorf’s body was found in the back seat of a car at the Washington National Airport.
Dennis Eisman: shot to death in 1991. Eisman was an attorney, who was also working on the INSLAW case.
Danny Casolaro: found dead in a Virginia motel room in 1992. His arms had been slashed multiple times. Casolaro was an independent investigative reporter who had extensive files and information on the INSLAW case against the Justice Dept. and other "high ranking" government officials. Even though his body was found, his files and documentations were said to have never been located!
Victor Raiser II: died in 1992 from an unexplained airplane crash. He was co-chairman of the "Clinton for President" campaign. Montgomery Raiser, his son, also involved with the Clinton campaign was killed in the plane crash with his father and 5 other people.
Ian Spiro: died in 1992. His wife and 3 children were found murdered in their home. They had been shot to death (execution style) Several days later Spiro’s body was found in the Borego Desert. His autopsy revealed the cause of death as cyanide poisoning. He held files and evidence to produce before a grand jury in the INSLAW proceedings.
Paul Tully: died 1992 from unknown causes. His body was found in a motel room in Little Rock Arkansas. He was supposedly one of Clinton’s closest friends, and served as the National Democratic Committee Chairman.
Jim Wilhite: died 1992 in a one person skiing accident. Wilhite had close ties to Clinton and was a former associate of Mack Mclarty (long time friend and counselor of Bill Clinton)
Paula Gober: died 1992 from an unwitnessed one car accident. She traveled with Clinton and was his speech interpreter for the deaf for 4 years.
Paul Wilcher: died 1993 from an "undetermined cause". He was a Washington attorney, who was investigating gov. corruption in the Mena Arkansas drug running organization and the BATF assault in the Waco ordeal. He had turned in a lengthy affidavit to Janet Reno only 3 weeks prior to his mysterious death! His body was found in a Washington apartment. His reports and documents have never been released.
Robert Williams, Todd McKeehan, Conway LeBleau and Steve Willis: all died in 1993 from identical gunshot wounds to their left temples. They were the only
Oh, Bush has one too. The Bush Death List

http://www.georgewalkerbush.net/bushdeathlist.htm

website to Clinton’s list

http://earlcallaway.com/corpsecount.html

Lol, i can’t walk outside, my kids are sick and sleeping. And it’s winter, i don’t like to take my newborn outside more than i have to.
In case you didn’t notice i posted the site with ones linked to Bush too!

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