Here is a good site that will help you on how to get rid of bed bugs. The site serves as a guide on informations about bed bugs and pets. In case you don't know, your pets, both dogs and cats can be infested with bed bugs too. So, you are not alone, huh? We don't have pets at home but I think few years ago, we got bed bugs on our bed. Everytime I wake up in the morning, I got scratches on my back and had some traces of bug bites. So, I bought a bed bug spray to kill those pests away. I think it worked. Visit the site today and learn more on how to get rid of those pests and protect your pets from them.
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Monday, May 5, 2008
Ready, set, stuff!
We all have lots of "stuff". It's often either "stuff to save" or "stuff to throw away".
- Stuff to Save. - The preferred category for those people who never throw anything away because they may be able to use it again.
Recycle: Milk Cartons
Rinse and save milk cartons in a plastic bag. The next time you're gardening, cut off the bottoms and tops of the cartons and place in the ground around young plants to keep away grubs and cutworms.
2. Stuff to Throw Away. - Fall is the new spring for cleaning, especially if you're hosting Thanksgiving or other holidays.
Tip: Clean the attic
Come with plastic bags and a willingness to discard. Which items are really worth keeping?
Rinse and save milk cartons in a plastic bag. The next time you're gardening, cut off the bottoms and tops of the cartons and place in the ground around young plants to keep away grubs and cutworms.
2. Stuff to Throw Away. - Fall is the new spring for cleaning, especially if you're hosting Thanksgiving or other holidays.
Tip: Clean the attic
Come with plastic bags and a willingness to discard. Which items are really worth keeping?
Friday, March 21, 2008
Termite Guide
If you are wondering whether your home is infested with termites, or how to get rid of them if you have one, or how you can prevent them from swarming to your house, here is a termite guide website that covers all the basics from prevention to protection and treatments. Get the necessary information before it's too late! Visit the site and you'll never regret.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Sectional Garages
Garages are considered to be space savers. Well, at least for us, it is because we got some stuffs that don't fit inside our home. We do not actually use ou garage as a car garage.
If I can have that space around our home area, I would prefer using the Windsor Executive Range offered by Lidget Concrete Garages. Why? I was mesmerized by the terracotta tiled effect roof with its stunning good looks. Genuine brick front pillars add character and blend easily into traditional surroundings. It looks like one part of the house and can't you believe it, the way the structure looks, you wouldn't think of it as a garage but one part of a kitchen or a room extension :)
I am totally impressed about Lidget Concrete Garages. Well, there's no big question about it because they had shown impressive records when it comes to building quality concrete garage. With over 30 years of garage experience, they are renowned throughout the industry and have built-up a wide reputation for quality build and customer satisfaction.
At Lidget Concrete Garages website, you can either choose a quality concrete garage that suits your needs, single, double, high roof garage, garden building or specialist structure... the list goes on and is constantly under review with a competitive prices to match. It's all about the quality that matters, right? If you are interested getting one, they have a concrete building specialist that is always available during week day office hours for that important call or you can email them at sales@lidget.co.uk.
If I can have that space around our home area, I would prefer using the Windsor Executive Range offered by Lidget Concrete Garages. Why? I was mesmerized by the terracotta tiled effect roof with its stunning good looks. Genuine brick front pillars add character and blend easily into traditional surroundings. It looks like one part of the house and can't you believe it, the way the structure looks, you wouldn't think of it as a garage but one part of a kitchen or a room extension :)
I am totally impressed about Lidget Concrete Garages. Well, there's no big question about it because they had shown impressive records when it comes to building quality concrete garage. With over 30 years of garage experience, they are renowned throughout the industry and have built-up a wide reputation for quality build and customer satisfaction.
At Lidget Concrete Garages website, you can either choose a quality concrete garage that suits your needs, single, double, high roof garage, garden building or specialist structure... the list goes on and is constantly under review with a competitive prices to match. It's all about the quality that matters, right? If you are interested getting one, they have a concrete building specialist that is always available during week day office hours for that important call or you can email them at sales@lidget.co.uk.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
bettercaring
Bettercaring is considered to be a comprehensive care home search engine and has a lot of vital sources of information on care. It has been known for its dedicated service to help people who needs care for themselves or for their loved ones. At bettercaring, you can have care options to choose from that are available to you locally, and at the same time, you can arrange the right kind of care suited for you or your loved ones. They can help you search for care home that fit special requirements as well. Bettercaring can further help you on their daily care news and tips from the care experts. Through all these aspects,is crucial for you or your loved ones welfare as well as peace of mind when it comes to choosing a long-term care. At bettercaring, you are making the right choice!
Monday, February 4, 2008
Berry Mauve or Muted Wine? (An Inspirational Article)
He found me weeping bitterly in the hospital room. "What's wrong?" Richard asked, knowing that we both had reason to cry.
In the past forty-eight hours, I learned that I had a cancerous lump in my breast that had spread to my lymph nodes, and there was a possible spot on my brain. We were both thirty-two with three young children. Richard pulled me tight and tried to comfort me.
Our friends and family had been amazed at the peace that had overwhelmed us. Jesus was our Savior and comfort before I found out I had cancer, and he remained the same after my diagnosis. But it seemed to Richard that the terrifying reality of my situation had finally crashed in on me in the few moments he was out of the room. As he held me tight, Richard tried to comfort me.
"It's all been too much, hasn't it Suz?" he said. "That's not it," I cried and held up the hand mirror I had just found in the drawer. Richard looked puzzled. "I didn't know it would be like this," I cried, as I stared in shock at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't recognize myself. I was horribly swollen. After the surgery, I had groaned as I lay asleep and well-meaning friends had freely pushed the self-dispensing medication to ease what they thought was pain. Unfortunately I was allergic to morphine and had swelled like a sausage. Betadine from the surgery stained my neck, shoulder and chest and it was too soon for a bath.
A tube hung out of my side draining the fluid from the surgical site. My left shoulder and chest were wrapped tightly in gauze where I had lost a portion of my breast. My long, curly hair was matted into one big wad. More than one hundred people had come to see me over the past forty-eight hours, and they had all seen this brown-and-white, swollen, makeup-less, matted-haired, gray-gowned woman who used to be me.
Where had I gone? Richard laid me back on the pillow and left the room. Within moments he came back, his arms laden with small bottles of shampoo and conditioner that he confiscated from the cart in the hall. He pulled pillows out of the closet and dragged a chair over to the sink. Unraveling my IV, he tucked the long tube from my side in his shirt pocket. Then he reached down, picked me up and carried me - IV stand and all - over to the chair. He sat me down gently on his lap, cradled my head in his arms over the sink and began to run warm water through my hair. He poured the bottles over my hair, washing and conditioning my long curls. He wrapped my hair in a towel and carried me, the tube, and the IV stand back over to the bed. He did this so gently that not one stitch was disturbed.
My husband, who had never blow-dried his hair in his life, took out a blow-dryer and dried my hair, the whole while entertaining me as he pretended to give beauty tips. He then proceeded, based on the experience of watching me for the past twelve years, to fix my hair. I laughed as he bit his lip, more serious than any beauty-school student. He bathed my shoulder and neck with a warm washcloth, careful to not disturb the area around the surgery, and rubbed lotion into my skin. Then he opened my makeup bag and began to apply makeup.
I will never forget our laughter as he tried to apply my mascara and blush. I opened my eyes wide and held my breath as he brushed the mascara on my lashes with shaking hands. He rubbed my cheeks with tissue to blend in the blush. With the last touch, he held up two lipsticks. "Which one? Berry mauve or muted wine?" he asked. He applied the lipstick like an artist painting on a canvas and then held the little mirror in front of me.
I was human again. A little swollen, but I smelled clean, my hair hung softly over my shoulders and I recognized myself. "What do you think?" he asked. I began to cry again, this time because I was grateful. "No, baby. You'll mess up my makeup job," he said and I burst into laughter.
During that difficult time in our lives, I was given only a 40 percent chance of survival over five years. That was seven years ago. I made it through those years with laughter, God's comfort and the help of my wonderful husband. We will celebrate our nineteenth anniversary this year, and our children are now in their teens. Richard understood what must have seemed like vanity and silliness in the midst of tragedy. Everything I had ever taken for granted had been shaken in those hours - the fact that I would watch my children grow, my health, my future. With one small act of kindness, Richard gave me normalcy. I will always see that moment as one of the most loving gestures of our marriage.
In the past forty-eight hours, I learned that I had a cancerous lump in my breast that had spread to my lymph nodes, and there was a possible spot on my brain. We were both thirty-two with three young children. Richard pulled me tight and tried to comfort me.
Our friends and family had been amazed at the peace that had overwhelmed us. Jesus was our Savior and comfort before I found out I had cancer, and he remained the same after my diagnosis. But it seemed to Richard that the terrifying reality of my situation had finally crashed in on me in the few moments he was out of the room. As he held me tight, Richard tried to comfort me.
"It's all been too much, hasn't it Suz?" he said. "That's not it," I cried and held up the hand mirror I had just found in the drawer. Richard looked puzzled. "I didn't know it would be like this," I cried, as I stared in shock at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't recognize myself. I was horribly swollen. After the surgery, I had groaned as I lay asleep and well-meaning friends had freely pushed the self-dispensing medication to ease what they thought was pain. Unfortunately I was allergic to morphine and had swelled like a sausage. Betadine from the surgery stained my neck, shoulder and chest and it was too soon for a bath.
A tube hung out of my side draining the fluid from the surgical site. My left shoulder and chest were wrapped tightly in gauze where I had lost a portion of my breast. My long, curly hair was matted into one big wad. More than one hundred people had come to see me over the past forty-eight hours, and they had all seen this brown-and-white, swollen, makeup-less, matted-haired, gray-gowned woman who used to be me.
Where had I gone? Richard laid me back on the pillow and left the room. Within moments he came back, his arms laden with small bottles of shampoo and conditioner that he confiscated from the cart in the hall. He pulled pillows out of the closet and dragged a chair over to the sink. Unraveling my IV, he tucked the long tube from my side in his shirt pocket. Then he reached down, picked me up and carried me - IV stand and all - over to the chair. He sat me down gently on his lap, cradled my head in his arms over the sink and began to run warm water through my hair. He poured the bottles over my hair, washing and conditioning my long curls. He wrapped my hair in a towel and carried me, the tube, and the IV stand back over to the bed. He did this so gently that not one stitch was disturbed.
My husband, who had never blow-dried his hair in his life, took out a blow-dryer and dried my hair, the whole while entertaining me as he pretended to give beauty tips. He then proceeded, based on the experience of watching me for the past twelve years, to fix my hair. I laughed as he bit his lip, more serious than any beauty-school student. He bathed my shoulder and neck with a warm washcloth, careful to not disturb the area around the surgery, and rubbed lotion into my skin. Then he opened my makeup bag and began to apply makeup.
I will never forget our laughter as he tried to apply my mascara and blush. I opened my eyes wide and held my breath as he brushed the mascara on my lashes with shaking hands. He rubbed my cheeks with tissue to blend in the blush. With the last touch, he held up two lipsticks. "Which one? Berry mauve or muted wine?" he asked. He applied the lipstick like an artist painting on a canvas and then held the little mirror in front of me.
I was human again. A little swollen, but I smelled clean, my hair hung softly over my shoulders and I recognized myself. "What do you think?" he asked. I began to cry again, this time because I was grateful. "No, baby. You'll mess up my makeup job," he said and I burst into laughter.
During that difficult time in our lives, I was given only a 40 percent chance of survival over five years. That was seven years ago. I made it through those years with laughter, God's comfort and the help of my wonderful husband. We will celebrate our nineteenth anniversary this year, and our children are now in their teens. Richard understood what must have seemed like vanity and silliness in the midst of tragedy. Everything I had ever taken for granted had been shaken in those hours - the fact that I would watch my children grow, my health, my future. With one small act of kindness, Richard gave me normalcy. I will always see that moment as one of the most loving gestures of our marriage.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
"Treasure Box?"
Actually, it's not a treasure box but a photo box that was a gift to us by our friend Barbara on our wedding. I haven't seen it for 2 years because it was hidden inside my closet. While I was rearranging my wardrobe, I saw it hidden underneath my clothes and so I took it out and placed it on our bedroom table. I didn't know I put some things in it and I was even surprise to see this thing :))
Some bundles of pesos that I brought way back from the Philippines the year 2006. I counted it and reached to 11,000 PHP bucks!! See how heaven pours its blessings. I am aware this is not spendable in America, but I'm gonna be strolling at Mall of Asia, either later this year...LOL! Definitely, I'll be going back home again. Hhmmm, it's always good savoring Pinoy foods huh? :)..at least once a year is more than enough. I won't complain, hahaha...
Ciao!