Toddler Girls Room Paint

Michael asks…

Do taller Men Get More Room in a Relationship?

I was debating with my son; that taller men. Get called out as much as men his height.

He's 5'8 and I jokingly say he's a small man.
I know it bugs him but I think it's cute. His father was 6'1 so I guess he thought. He was suppose to be his height. From how big he was as a toddler we all did. Anyway my new fiance is 6'2 and my son was commenting. On how his exes always wanted to put on heels. He never told them not to just hated how they thought they were taller than him even though with heels they were still shorter.

He said it bothered him that women had a false sense of accomplishment. By wearing stilts and painting their faces to attract taller men. How they thought men their height in heels were somehow below them. The girls he gets are very pretty but there personality. In my opinion, make them low hanging fruit. My son's gorgeous like his father he deserves better.

But he got me thinking his exes thought he had a problem with their height in heels but my son is very zen. Petty things like that don't really get to him. I've never really needed to worry about being taller than anyone I'm 5'3. I must say though, I do love taller men. But I do tend to get over stuff easier when I'm with someone over 6ft.

Is he right? But if so why?

admin answers:

No, tall men don't get any more "room in a relationship" than shorter guys. I read an article about how many children are fathered by men of different heights. Average height guys father the most kids, but shorter guys have as many children as taller guys. That means that women select their mates based on other factors than being tall. That being said, there will always be some women who want a taller man. Most would rather have someone with a great personality and sense of humor.

And don't joke about him being a "small man". That's cruel and not even true. At 5'8" he's within an inch and 1/2 of average height for an adult male. By saying that, you might harm his confidence. That's the one kind of damage that could impact his happiness in the future.

Jenny asks…

Pregnant and painting my apartment?

I am currently 18 weeks pregnant and am planning to paint several rooms in my apartment before my second baby is born this summer. I have read that latex paint is safe to use during pregnancy, and that oil-based paint is what I should be avoiding. My husband is still concerned about me breathing in fumes all day, and my father-in-law HAS offered to help him paint while I take our toddler out for the day, but I feel bad not helping them! We moved just over a year ago, and it was easier for me to take the 3 month old to a relative's house for the day while my husband, brother-in-law, and father-in-law moved all our stuff. I feel bad that I'd be not helping again. Is it fine for me to paint with them, or should I just take my girl to the museum and out to a very long lunch?

admin answers:

My husband would not let me even finish a project I started when I found out I was pregnant; he did. I would let your husband and father-in-law do it and if you have family near by let them air the place out good and spend the night with family. I know, I am probably a little nuts about it but why take any chances. You also will not be able to to do the top (NO LADDER) so it may not look that great if you did it. You will get tired out and maybe do a sloppy job. Just trying to make you NOT want to do it; but seriously NO LADDER!

Congrats on your baby to come and please let someone else do this for you!

Thomas asks…

What do you think of this book I'm writing?

So I'm writing a book and I'm up to chapter 11. The entire thing so far is posted on Wattpad.com. http://www.wattpad.com/296555-running-from-them-running-to-you Here's the first chapter though, so if you could give me some feedback, that'd be great! And last time I tried to do this, it cut off the end of my story, so it might kind of abruptley stop. It's not me though, it's yahoo.

Love doesn't bring people together. Love is what keeps people together. But chance, chance is what brings them together. Pure, simple chance. An effortless decision to create an emotion of unimaginable importance, or to let the paths pass, unknown to either party what they have lost.

I rang the doorbell and waited. Nobody came to the door, but I could hear the sounds of a busy house coming from the inside. I pushed the button a few more times. Still nobody. I twisted the doorknob, but it was locked. Typical.
I sighed, and looked down at my outfit. I had on a pair of light bell-bottomed jeans and a long t-shirt, tied up with a hair elastic. The pants were a little more worn then when I had originally taken them from the pool locker room two weeks ago, few rips here and there, but they were cute. It was the first time in a long time that I had something on that I could say looked like me. The grubby converse on my feet were the only thing I had left of what I had brought with me since I took off six months ago. God, that seemed like a lifetime ago. I raked my hand through my knotted hair, and decided to throw it up before I went inside. I really needed a shower. I flipped my head upside down and gathered my hair into a high ponytail, only then realizing my last hair band was holding up my ridiculously huge shirt. I let it fall back into place, when I felt someone looking at me. I shot up and spotted a toddler covered in paint in the window by the door. I kneeled down and knocked on the window. The little boy gave me a huge smile and knocked back.
I grinned, “Hey honey, could you let me inside?”
He nodded, and disappeared from the window. A few moments later, the door swung open.
“Thank--” I was cut off.
“Danny! What are you doing?” A girl a few years older than me came around the corner, holding a baby and a crying little girl on her hips. She let out a relieved sigh when she saw me.
“Thank god you're here, take Angie, I don't know what her problem is,” she shoved the crying kid into my arms and raced after Danny, who'd disappeared.
The house was a complete mess, and Angie squirmed in my arms, starting to wail. I had absolutely no clue what to do. I didn't think babysitter was part of the agreement for me to come here. Not that it had been much of an agreement anyways, just a choice between foster home or juvie. I wouldn't tell them where my family was, so they couldn't send me back there. I hefted the child higher, and bounced her around.
“Here, whats the matter? C'mon sweetheart, don't cry. What is it?”
Angie looked up, her eyes pouring with tears. “Johnny ate my cookie and it was the last one!” She erupted into sobs. This was going to be a long few years.

admin answers:

Everything is really good except for these three things:

1. The paragraph all floating by itself at the beginning--it's out of place. It just sticks out. There is no transition or connection between this first paragraph and the next.

2. I don't like how you put the description of the girl's outfit in right here. It feels forced. Why would she be looking at her outfit? You should point out details as you go along, like "I gathered my hair into a ponytail, only then realizing my hair band was holding up my ridiculously huge shirt." That is how it is supposed to be! You don't need that extra stuff before it because you are saying it here!

3. When the girl says, "Danny!..." I thought that she was talking to the narrator. You should say that the girl scolded the little boy because otherwise I would assume she was happy to see the narrator, whose name was Danny (short for Danielle).

Other than that, it is really good and you have great grammar and spelling. Sounds pretty interesting for now too!

Betty asks…

Creepy dream about church?

Well, this dream took place in my church; this is my real life church in the dream.
Well it started off we were in the fellowship hall. my group consisted of me, two guys, and two girls. one of the guys rides my bus in real life and we're pretty good friends; he's the blond one and a year younger than me. We walked down the short five, maybe six foot long hallway that led to the door to the downstairs hallway; there is a staircase on the left and right leading up to the sanctuary and the stairs in front of you leading downstairs to the childcare/choir rooms. Everything has a dark, eerie green glow to it. at the bottom of the short staircase it branches off into 3 hallways-the ones on the left and right lead to bathrooms and the one in the middle leads to the childcare/choir rooms. there are scenes of happy kids playing and stuff in real life, but they are here in the dream as well. but whatever is down there in the dream has warped the layout; there is a long, sharply curved hallway on the right leading to the men's bathroom. the brown haired guy hears something running; we all hear it, but for some reason could care less whatever it was. he decides to go check it out, and i can see a puddle in the corner before the sharp turn and it's running down the wall; it looks like red-tinted water. we hear something shuffling, almost like a silent struggle, but for some reason all of us could care less to go and see if he is ok. we continue on down the hallway, which has now been transformed into a slightly downward elongated staircase but the steps are very long and the hallway is the same width and length. on the walls crude paintings of a snake-like demon and other types of demons have been painted and demon inscriptions (which are in symbolic language and i can't read them) have been scratched into the wall and traced over crudely with black ink. they are everywhichway on the wall, on the sides and scratched in upside down. blood is also spattered up the walls. i know there is a demon with me, somewhere, and i know the dark skinned girl can sense it too; but my friend and the blond girl seem to notice nothing. suddenly, my friend takes off down the hallway like the devil is on his heels and disappears. he doesn't return. suddenly, the blond girl seems drawn by some invisible force and enters the room with the baby cradle and radio and mirror. i don't bother to look in after her; i don't want to see. the only two left are me and the dark skinned girl. i know the snake like demon is there; i can feel its presence. it wants us. its presence moves from room to room and i can't see where it is. suddenly, the girl just bends over suddenly as if she's been punched in the stomach. she puts her hands over her ears and lets out a shrill shriek, and takes off, still hunched over and screaming. i feel it move away and i know it's following her. i take off after her, trying to find where i'm going in the darkness. she continues to shriek with her hands over her ears and i'm yelling at her, trying to get her to listen to me but she can't hear me. she reaches the end of the hallway just before turning the corner and pauses for a split second. i tell her not to go in but she doesn't hear me. it's the toddlers' room; there is no one in there and toys are broken and spattered with blood as well. she enters it and i hear her when it gets her and i take off, terrified. i turn the corner and run to the door and push it open. a narrow flight of stairs (which isn't part of the real church) leads up to the churchyard. i run up and there's my blond guy friend, wandering round the churchyard and smiling to himself. and then the blond girl comes crashing up the staircase after me, and my friend pulls me close and hugs me (something he's never done btw) while the blond girl's coming at us. the dream ends when she collides with the two of us.
i'd like to have an idea of what this dream might mean if you can help me interpret it :)
thanks!

admin answers:

God bless you. Your dream shows a lot of anxiety and stress.

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