quiet games for children

Please Help ME I dont know what to do
I need help with this story. George sat in the gorrila skin lazy boy chair. His face was smothered with wild berry skittle colored pimples. His fantasy Isabella stepped into his domain. Hello Bella what are you doing today. The peacock porched in the corner of the room did not watch she could not bear witness. As the sun retreated and darkness grew so did the young possum named Franky. He was a junkie but he had heart. He was the junkie who was seen often picking up trash by the side of the road. Tam Tam the busy bee bopping dalmation wore his usual green and tan leather hat and his skin tight boxers with a dark pink tank top. he had talked to Lucy, he didn't really like the idea that she had seduced him before he had to go to class and was upset that she was pregnant and had to drop out of school. The night was quiet it was pizza time, the fried squirrel topping was Crockers favorite and was for once satisfied. Turtle jam did not say a word his lips were stapled to the late homework assignment, Gaggles the talking eraser slept in the tent next to Freddy the depressed porcupine. Freddy smoked a lot of pot and still never had an idea it was terrible. Boris the spider was a ghost. Crocker wore tie dye today and felt content with his running nose. He visited his slutty grandmother who made millions in her prostitution ring, she was too old to take more than 12 clients per day, she often bragged about the days when she served more than 71 clients per day and never got hungry. his granpa luey was grumpy and homosexual but that was the norm in this country it was outrageous to see heterosexual unions anymore, infact it was looked down upon, only same sex relationships could go to the movies, and if you were caught holding hands with the opposite sex you did not have certain rights. the hippos were against this and believed in equality as long as they could be in control of the sewers, the rhinos were in opposition because they had long controlled the sewers and did not know or trust the hippos. Katy was overweight she was very happy with her weight gains. She always wanted to beat the elephants at their own game. Inside she was very jealous and wanted to have the heaviest recorded weight. So what if you are not the smartest is it the right person who will love you at the right time. some people are so serious they forget that they are idiots. if you were two of the people you could not breathe in a fire house if it were under water, so it is not correct to say that a person who loves the way he has to go to a place where loving is accepted, no children ever understand they are begin scammed into taking naps, do not go to sleep during the night, if you do you will be just like everyone else said the clunkng dog , where on earth is there a place where i can do what the salamander tells me, if it were a purple off beat white and yellow kangaroo than please tell him that i found his watch at the liqour store, it was greg who accepted to be the first man in outer space, when you travel all the galaxies than tell me that i don't know what i am talking about, i have traveled ever single galaxy thats what i told you so go to a place where you can feel excepted for being a loser, everyone is a loser on this world because only the aliens are the true winners because no one knows where we live, because we are invisible and we go into peoples minds and make them do whatever we want so its almost impossible to stop us because know one knows where we really are, we have been watching from the moon for a long time and have been beaming thoughts into peoples heads it is very fun for us because humans just do what we tell them and they are so stupid they can't see that we are destroying all of them ever so slowly, but it is in the name of god and the name of not believing in god its so funny what does it mean when your tire is inflated the left over meat loaf was a gift from the pastor of my church he drugged it with anti medicine, don't take anti-medicine before you go to sleep.
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What do you think of this
Ok a lil something I was writing, is it any good? "Mum, when is dad coming back?" I was finally starting to notice a strange portrait of my family. There were only two of us. Me and my mum. She was my world. Sure I had relatives, neighbours, friends. But they were merely moons and planets and she was the sun. But it was odd there was no male figure around the house. I always saw how the neighbourhood kids had their fathers, playing cricket with them, teaching them how to ride a bike. I would always watch from the distance, feeling inferior to join them. Perhaps mum noticed, she got me a bike even better than the ones the kids across the road got. Still, I had no one to teach me how to ride it. The bike was too big, far too big for me to get on without some help. One fall was all it took for me to quit trying with it. I saw how the other kids had their dad's pushing them along on the bike, and then let them go on their own. If only I could explain mum how to do it or if only she wasn't too tired from work! "He will be here for your 6th" "Am I having a party?" "Maybe" My mum would cry sometimes. For no apparent reason, so it seemed. I always felt uncomfortable when this happened. Sometimes I would hold her hand. But I prefer escaping to my own world. A world filled with imaginary figures crafted out of the peeling walls. A world full of broken toys and games that were as a wild as a child's imagination. A world where pain was not a part of. A world where there was me, myself and I. Bikes it seemed, was not to be my strength. Neither was cricket. Actually I despised the game. We always seemed to attract a bunch of people who come over to watch the match. They would always rudely disrupt my 5 o'clock cartoon network schedule! As for the dad question, I got tired of asking. I had a relatively quiet birthday party. Grandma baked me a cake and my whole class had cake that day. A bunch of presents from others. A single card from a man who claimed to be my dad. But no dad. Not ever.
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Why do men break up with girls then realize they cant live without them
My now ex-fiancee since 2 days ago, just broke up with me. We met on myspace in January of 2009. Started dating on January 17. Moved in together in March, got engaged March 31st. He kicked me out May 17. Officially broke up with me 2 days ago. =( i just dont get it. i never pressured him into moving me in or getting engaged. im 20 and he's 22. im from a "poor" family of 10 kids and he's an only child and comes from a family with money. oh and he's adopted from korea. so he's pretty spoiled. he was so sure about what he wanted. he told me he didnt wanna work in law enforcement anymore because he wanted to have a normal life and family. he wanted to be around for our kids' first walk, first words, first everything and he wanted to be there for me. i told him he didnt have to give up his career for me because he went to college for that, he should pursue it. but he said it was his decision, so i told him i appreciated it. when we were dating, i was still living at home with my parents. they were strict, so they would never let me go out. my boyfriend would come over every single day and just sit on the couch with me at home and watch movies with me. we couldnt even cuddle or nothing either...all we did was hold hands and i still got yelled at for that after he went home. he would help me do dishes or pick up my little sister from work. he won over the hearts of my whole family. when he asked me to move in after 2 months of dating, i was hesitant because i didnt have a car, i was just driving my mom's car and my parents would be really upset with me. well he got his parents to buy me a car and reassured me everything would be ok. so i ran away with him knowing that there would be no turning back. the first couple weeks were amazing. i had freedom finally! but all i wanted to do was be with him. he seemed fine with it too. there were times i would get really insecure. for example when we'd be sleeping, i'd look over at him and get sad because i just felt like everything was too good to be true. he swept me off my feet and changed my whole life. i now had a home and a car and i never thought it would ever happen...i've always thought i'd be alone forever. i felt like i didnt deserve him and that he was too good for me. because in high school, he would have been the prep and i would have been the shy, quiet girl who would never have the guts to speak to him. i trusted him and knew he'd never cheat on me, but i just felt so ugly and i kept thinking about all the pretty girls he must have dated before and why he was with me. i think thats when things turned bad. he kept reassuring me i was the one he wanted to be with. and then one day he decided to out for icecream with his coworkers at 10pm after work. he had only mentioned this one guy's name when we spoke earlier in the day,but it didnt make sense to me because NORMAL straight guys do not go out for icecream together at 10pm at night. that's just a little gay. then i found out there was a girl going too. she was around my age too. so i asked him since i was almost home, if i could drop by for icecream too cuz i missed him and he said the place actually closed and that they were taking it back to his workplace and eat it there. my heart just broke, i felt like he ditched me to hang out with that girl. i drove to a parking lot and cried for an hr and ignored his texts and his call. i got home and he was playing his stupid halo game and he was going to go to his friend's house. he felt like i overreacted. he said that how i reacted was the reason why he can't ever go out with his guy friends and play poker or go out to the bar anymore. i was shocked because he never ever said to me that he ever wanted to go out. i would not have had any issues with him going out at all. as long as he would tell me ahead of time so i could arrange some plans, i dont think there would have been a problem. and then he also threw in my face that because of me, he's given up job oppurtunities in the law enforcement field. i told him i never held him back from that and i encouraged him to work in that field, but he said i wouldn't have been able to deal with his work schedule because i prolly wouldnt see him a lot and i'd get lonely. i said we won't know for sure because he doesnt work in that field right now, but if he ever does, we could work through it together. we never resolved the problem that night. i tried the next couple days to resolve the issue, but i will admit that i asked him at the wrong times, when he'd get home from work at 5 in the morning, i'd try and resolve the issue before i went to work at 7am, but we'd get nowhere and he'd say that he needed sleep. by the weekend, he had his mom move me out. i was confused, upset, angry with him. we didnt even spend the last night together. he spent the night at his parents house. his mom came over the next day with boxes to move me out. he didnt have the ba
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Babbbbbby Name Game
Man I love this game. MY MATH MIGHT BE WRONG. Okay. Dunnn Dunnnn Dunnnn. ... Your 20 years old, you been dating your boyfriend for 2 years. Finally your engaged! The wedding is in 2010. But major problem. Your pregnant, so you push the wedding up, to next month! August 10th. Finally 2010 is here, and you just had a baby girl. 1) You want to give your daughter a uniseeex first name. Her middle name starts with a J. - Corey Jamie. 2) Now you been married for a year, and your insanely happy. Your daughter is almost a year and you go again to have children. Your 21 years old. So your pregnant, and it's delivery time. You just found out it's a boy. Your husband & you are talking and think that it should be either a Jr, or should start with his first name which is a M. (You can pick either the Jr name or you can start with it with a M). - Mikel Anthony. 3) Wha Pha! Four years have gone by since you had your son. Your daughter is five, and your son is four. Your 25. You were talking to your husband about another kid. He agrees. & what a not shock, ahha, your pregnant! Nine months fly by, don't you wish. Your son, daughter, and husband tell you your having............ TRIPLETS SAY WHAT?! What a bummer. But your happy. You have two girls and one boy. One of your daughter's name is Italian, your other daughter's name is Spanish and your son's name is German. There middle name is a month of the year. - Italian daughter ; Giovanna April. Spanish daughter ; Savnnah July. German son ; Nickolaus October. 4) So your oldest daughter is ten, your first son is nine, and your triplets are five. Five kids. Your 30. You and your husband were talking about how much you love kids. But you wait a little. A year has passed and your decide to adopt. Its a little boy from Africa. Don't name him O.J. please like Bruno did. Lmfao. But he is a new born. He doesn't have a name. You get to name him. He has a African middle name. His first name starts with D. - Derik Khalid 5) Two years went by. Six kids. Wow. Aren't you busy. Not really. Your in your 32. Your doing pretty good. Your healthy, you just got a dog. You named your dog Tony. Well, your kids did. Your husband is dedicated to you. Your happy, and your kids get good grades in school. Sometimes. Your mom asks you are you trying to make your own zoo? Cause so many kids. But you tell her that's not even half of it, and you tell her your pregnant again. Man your on a roll. Your having a boy. His name is starting with a J. His middle name is going to be uniseeex starting with a T. - James Tyler. 6) Your 33. Talking to your mom after James is one. She tells you, just cause both of her grandmothers had 7 kids doesn't mean she should. You tell your mom, your happily in love. It just happens. You don't tend to keep getting pregnant it just happens. Your husband just got a job promotion and your moving to Australia. Well aren't you happy. You say goodbye to all your friends and family. But what you don't know is your husbands mother is moving with you! She decides to get a house around right behind you so your kids can come over anytime. The house is quiet, your kids aren't home. You get pregnant. Your having your first child in Australia. It's a girl! What else is new. You have many daughters. Her name starts with a S. Her middle name is anything you want. - Stefani Angelina. 7) Man oh man oh man. EIGHT KIDS?! What have you got yourself into? Oh I know what? LOVE. So your first child is sixteen. Your first son is fifteen. Your triplets are eleven. Your adopted son is five. Your seventh child is, four. & your recent child is three. Wow. And your 35. YOUR 35 DON'T YOU THINK YOU SHOULD STOP HAVING KIDS?! You think one more won't hurt. Your not sure. 8) Five years have gone by. Your 40. Your oldest is 21, your first son is 20, triplets are 15, adopted son is ten, seventh child is nine, your recent child is eight. Your oldest child just told you she's pregnant. AND WHAT!? SO ARE YOU?! WOW. Your daughter is having her first daughter and your having a son. Aw there both born on the same day. Now that's adorable. Your daughter asks you to help name her daughter because you have good name taste. You name your granddaughter starting with a J, and her middle name as a M. Your sons name starts with a J also, but his middle name starts with a C. -Granddaughter ; Jessyka Marie. Your son ; Jermaine Cole. 9) Man a year or two has passed. Your son sits you down and says he got his girlfriend pregnant! Your happy for him. Your in the delivery room with him, and his girlfriend. During labor his girlfriend passes away. Yikes =/. So her initals are K. L. So you name your grandson with the intials of K. L. - Kevin Landon. 10) Your in your 60's. Your husband passes away. I'm sorry. On the good side one of your triplets is having a kid? Your oldest triplet with the Italian name. IS HAVING TWINS!? Wow. She asks you to name one of the twins. The one you name is a boy. So you take your husband's name. (Pick your own husband's name and name it as your grandson who is a twin) - Ryan Michael. 11) You just passed away at the age of 88. Wow nice job. All of your kids name there first daughter with your initals, and there first son with there dads initals. Or there taking your husbands middle name or your middle name and giving that middle name to there son or daughter. ... So one of your kids just had there first kid. It was your last child. She's having triplets. She's having two boys and one girl. She's using your first inital for her girl. Middle name starts with a L. - Cristiana Leigh. Her oldest son's first and middle inital is your husbands. - Ricky Markus. & her youngest triplet is a boy. Your daughter uses your husbands middle inital as her sons first name and the middle name is a month. - Matthew January. What a good game. Nice job (: Brain teaser of the day lol. sorrrrryyyy I didn't mean to run out of space. don't do 7 it's just info. and unisex - boy and girl name?
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anyone want to help me fix this writing piece for fiction writing
I hate anything in the form of a child. It’s kind of pathetic that the only job I have is babysitting the Wilkins’ kids every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday of ever week for the past three months. In case you might have thought through the possibility of exaggeration and the fact that I could have easily gotten a job somewhere else, you are absolutely wrong. Taking a job at Market Basket or even wearing a cartoon costume outside of some cheesy department store would be better than babysitting. The torture started when my family and I moved from the glorious city of Los Angeles to the hideous town of Pelham. The way the neighbors smile and greet me every single morning makes me sick. It’s obvious that what they’re really doing is trying to attract attention to themselves (like they need it) and possibly even their class A houses and “grass is greener on the other side” lawns. They all just fit the stereotype more and more each painfully long day. I resent the smell of over-populated trees and crap on the sidewalk from dogs whose owners were too ignorant to pick up after their dogs. I theorize that they assume we’re all “graced” to step into the dog crap of high-class townies. Just thinking about all the things I hate here makes me nauseous. Even though there were many things worth detesting in this town, a particular family makes my skin crawl and forces me to grind my teeth to the point where I am in need of jaw replacement. The Wilkins family. It’s no joke when I say that their kids are utterly insane. One of them is a girl about six by the name of Rosalina and the other one is a boy about nine by the name of Alexander. Of all the things I can name that are hate able, from them painting on the walls to performing wrestling moves on me, nothing could compare to how much I hated that stupid board game. Chess. Every Sunday that I arrive at the Wilkins residence, the kids would wait in the darkest corner of their living room. (which freaks me out) They always carry the same chessboard with them that their grandfather gave them before he passed away. It is a unique chessboard, unlike all of the others. The board is embellished with intricate patterns of blue and yellow abstract dragons that curve around the edges of the board. Rosalina and Alexander never let me see the chess pieces and although I want to know why, I never bothered to argue. It doesn’t really matter to me as long as it keeps them quiet. Rosalina and Alexander are devious an unordinary to the fullest extent. They perform deeds of devilish humor on a regular basis. At least they act that way whenever I come over to baby sit. You know, normal little kid hobbies. Once they were in front of that board, they were much calmer, mature, and quieter. They sit and play Chess every Sunday until their parents come home. Then they push the board under the floorboards and run upstairs. The only major rule that I know about the game is that no one can watch or Rosalina and Alexander go into a fit. However, this week I want to know why. Being my curious self, I cannot ignore them and their silent game. My plan so far is to wait until they sit at the living room table and signal for me to leave on routine. Rosalina and Alexander signal me out on cue and I sit in the kitchen waiting and cooking minestrone soup. Patience is not one of my many qualities and when I hear the familiar shuffle of chess pieces and the absence of their high-pitched voices, I sigh in relief. Finally, the chance has come to see what’s so “special” about that board game. Before sneaking around the corner I take a sip of the minestrone soup and even though it singes my tongue, I keep my mouth quiet. While looking around the edge of the wall between the kids and I, an almost mute screech comes from right behind me. Once again curious, I look down at the counter that had produced the noise. The words, “Be quiet and go home” attract my attention and I feel the cool marble countertop and the words that suddenly appear in the surface. Trying my best to ignore the obvious warning, I poke my head out from the kitchen and watch intently. Confusion washes over me as I see Rosalina and Alexander staring at the board and the chess pieces without moving or talking. Oddly enough the chess pieces aren’t in normal shape either, but in the shape of people. New curiosity surfaces as a chess piece on Rosalina’s side moves forward by itself. Rosalina laughs and says, “Check mate Alexander!” Although it seems as if Alexander has lost, he seems quite cocky. “I am older Rosalina! You simply cannot win!”, replies Alexander as he stands up angrily over Rosalina. Rosalina, instead of cowering, returns the threat and says, “Why is that? You may be keener than I Alexander, but I am dominant. Age is just a number compared to the essence of maturity that I hold over you!” Then Alexander does something I don’t dare to expect. He snarls at Rosalina and in a millisecond is right n ohh jeez! yahoo cut off my story! lol (: well, if anyone wants the rest, i can send it via email! thanks! (:
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You named your pet WHAT
We got a new kitten and named it Virtue, but we've gotten some guff from friends and family claiming it's too hard to remember. We've got a good reason, though. I was wondering if anyone else had some stories to share about why or how they named their pets? I have friends that have named their cats Cooter (their mom didn't get it at first), Spaghetti, Waffles, and BirdDog. There's always a story! Here's our story: My fiance had a dog (a Boxer) named Drake growing up. This was one of those dogs that you come across once in a lifetime. They spent every waking moment together training, playing, or just laying around. They had one of those honest parent/child bonds that isn't seen enough today. He was the most gentle dog with eyes that really said he understood. Being a purebred Boxer, he ended up with many joint problems and riddled with cancer lumps. His lymph nodes were swollen to the size of softballs. He stopped eating and was in constant pain to the point where he couldn't even sleep. It was heartbreaking. My fiance made the hardest decision of his life when he decided to put him to sleep. Neither of us could watch him suffer anymore than we already had. The night before, we took him on his favorite walk one last time. We both think he knew what was going on, though, because when we got to the end of the dirt road he stood there, whined, and kept looking on farther. I think he thought that if we didn't go home, everything would be alright... The next day, we took him to the vet. Because Drake was so malnourished, the vet had a hard time finding the vein and accidentally injected part of it into the muscle. Let's just say that his passing was not quiet, peaceful, or painless. It was the worst thing I have ever watched. Everyone was in tears...my fiance, his father (that was the hardest), his mother, and even the vet. We wanted to let him peacefully go to sleep and we couldn't even give him that. Needless to say my fiance was hit tremendously hard. He still cries every once in a while and says he feels like he lost a son. Later that day we went kitty hunting at the local ASPCAs in the area to try to make some smiles again. We came across a tiny black Manx kitten with a gray chest, gray stripes, and a bobtail. Yeah, we'd found our kitty. At first we named him Loki to go with the other two cats we have at his parents' house, Gaia and Odin (if you know anything about those three names, you'll agree). We changed it, however when we heard the song "A Plea From a Cat Named Virtue" by The Weakerthans. With what my fiance had gone through, it was more appropriate. Here are the lyrics...I'm sure you'll agree. Why don't you ever want to play? I'm tired of this piece of string. You sleep as much as I do now, and you don't eat much of anything. I don't know who you're talking to I made a search through every room, but all I found was dust that moved in shadows of the afternoon. And listen, about those bitter songs you sing? They're not helping anything. They won't make you strong. So, we should open up the house. Invite the tabby two doors down. You could ask your sister, if she doesn't bring her Basset Hound. Ask of things you shouldn't miss: tape-hiss and the Modern Man, The Cold War and Card Catalogues, to come and join us if they can, for girly drinks and parlor games. We'll pass around the easy lie of absolutely no regrets, and later maybe you could try to let your losses dangle off the sharp edge of a century, and talk about the weather, or how the weather used to be. And I'll cater with all the birds that I can kill. Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment. Lie down; lick the sorrow from your skin. Scratch the terror and begin to believe you're strong. All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV, and frankly that thing doesn't really interest me. I swear I'm going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood if you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating since the day you brought me home. I know you're strong. So that's our story. It's a long one, but I felt I should share it. Anyone else? ...Lily, did you read the question at all?
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How do you keep 2 year olds happy and occupied at a wedding reception
We are having a children friendly wedding reception. I am having board games and colouring books available as well as a few little fun things like bubbles and little quiet toys. These are all great for the older kids in the crowd but we are having 5 kids between 2 and 3. What can we have to keep these kids entertained?? Just to add, I was not planning to leave the children unattended, or to have them just doing these activities. But a child can only run around the hall so much before they get bored, or over stimulated. So I wanted options for the little ones. I work in childcare (mostly with older kids though) but I am very well aware that they need monitoring. I just want to make things special for them and to give them some options.
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Jehovah’s Witnesses Can your children be friends with nonJWs
This is a serious question, because it applies to me personally. Let me explain. My oldest son has a really unique personality. He’s pretty quiet and doesn’t make friends easily. He’s getting perfect grades and will be moved into high school math next year. We keep encouraging him to make friends, but the only boy he really gets along with is a Jehovah’s Witness named Benjamin. They met on the “Monday Mile” run and ended up in a friendly competition. After finding they both love distance running, they ended up in the same advanced math class together. Is it going to be a problem if they want to do stuff together like biking, swimming, and computer gaming? I know birthday parties are forbidden. But what about the rest? Do Jehovah’s Witnesses let their kids hang out with non-members? Or is that a matter of conscience? Thanks for all the answers. Just to clear things up, my son is 12 years old. We are non-denominational Christians. Benjamin is also 12. They'll both be starting 7th grade next school year.
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