I don’t know what’s it’s called….?

I saw something earlier this year that I fell in love with as a gift for my father-in-law. However, I’ve since forgotten what it was called, and the store I saw it at has gone out of business. I was hoping someone here might be able to tell me what it is.
It’s a rack that mounts on the inside of a vehicle’s roof to carry both guns and fishing poles. It had metal brackets that mounted into the roof with screws, and was advertised as being able to hold up to 100lbs. It also had a flat front that would keep the guns/poles from sliding forward in the car.
So far, everything I’ve been able to find either
1. Carries one or the other but not both
2. Attaches with suction cups to a back window
3. Or mounts to the outside of a car, not the inside.
And my husband and my mother-in-law don’t have a clue either, so no help there.
Does anyone know what’s it called, or a store on line that carries something like that?
Thanks for any help.

Should I cut her off completely or compromise due to her financial situation?

Wife has racked up huge hidden debt, now court summons and collectors are
calling. She has also been having an emotional affair with someone in
another state (claims nothing physical yet, although she spent days with
him over thanksgiving when she was supposed to be at her parents).
We have 2 little girls and both of us are working. I am looking at an
agreement of some sort (separation/divorce).
If I keep the girls and the house then I can just barely get by. She would
not be able to pay rent, utilities, food and her debt, but if I pay to
support her then I can’t support my girls and myself. As a result I have
suggested she stay here with me (different room) and the girls till she
gets higher paying job, 2nd job or has worked down her debts. She wants in
addition to take over the car and its payments.

For this to work I want to make a request or provide a requirement. As
long as I am supporting her in any way, such as holding loan on the car and
holding loan for money for 2 or 3 debts, paying food, roof over head, etc.
I require all contact with OM to be stopped.
If not then she will need to move out and leave the girls with me. Any non
personal assets of hers will be sold to start to cover some of what she
owes. She could come by anytime for however long to spend time with the
girls, but I will not give her anything.
If not already done, then I would file divorce and status quo order.

I don’t want to throw her out on the streets, I don’t believe our girls
deserve to see their mom in that light. So due to the economy and her
debts I am willing to work out an agreement which would allow her to make
progress on her debt and at the same time we could both be there to help
the girls through everything that is going on.
I just can’t see her carrying on her affair if I am to do this for her.

Is this reasonable or should I just be forced to support 2 households while
she carries on the affair.

another goodie…I believe…do you?

A man and his wife were driving through country on his way from New York to California. Looking at his fuel gauge, he decided to stop at the next gasoline station and fill up. About 15 minutes later, he spots a Mobil station and pulls over to the high octane pump.

“What can I do for y’all?” asks the attendant. “Fill `er up with high test,” replies the driver. While the attendant is filling up the tank, he’s looking the car up and down. “What kinda car is this?” he asks. “I never seen one like it before.” “Well,” responds the driver, his chest swelling up with pride, “this, my boy is a 1999 Cadillac DeVille.”

“What all’s it got in it?” asks the attendant. “Well,” says the driver, “it has everything. It’s loaded with power steering, power seats, power sun roof, power mirrors, AM/FM radio with a 10 deck CD player in the trunk with 100 watts per channel, 8 speaker stereo, rack and pinion steering, disk brakes all around, leather interior, digital instrument package, and best of all,
a 8.8 liter V12 engine.”

“Wow,” says the attendant, “that’s really something!” “How much do I owe you for the gasoline?” asks the driver. “That’ll be $30.17,” says the attendant.

The driver pulls out his money clip and peels off a $20 and a $10. He goes into his other pocket and pulls out a handful of change. Mixed up with the change are a few golf tees. “What are those little wooden things?” asks the attendant. “That’s what I put my balls on when I drive,” says the driver. “Wow,” says the attendant, “those Cadillac people think of everything!”

What do you guys think of my narrative?

As the sun reached it’s weakest end, the night monarch rest of the shallow day. I witnessed the coffee colored boxes being tossed inside the colorless truck. I stood beside my rusty window and heard a slam, it was my dad, he grabbed the box that rested along me and tossed it in sudden gusts along the stairs.
“Are you ready?” I heard a deep steady voice dance through my ears, it was my dad carrying a fake smile. I gave him a smirk, did I have a choice? He patted my shoulder with great concern, and slowly disappeared through the stairs.
Twelve Years. I spent all my twelve years in New York, then moving to a different state hits me like a homerun ball. I had to confront one of my greatest fears, change. The sound of footsteps sprinted through my ears, I glanced at my little brother, distracted by his overly sized grin.
“I’m so excited! Come on, let’s hurry!” my little brother declares with mighty joy. I give him a wry expression, how could he be so happy? I plod through the out of the sun room and clutch for my tomato colored bag my mom gave me for Christmas. I took baby steps down the rock hard stairs hearing my heart accelerate faster by the second. Thoughts concerning going to a new school and state along with making new friends swimmed through my head.
I took my foremost step outside, the silent wind whispered across my wishy-washy face, I snuggled into my zipped cream sweater with my hands yawning into the sweater. I hesitantly ambled with a turtle’s pace towards my mom’s ruby red car, staring down the moving truck that was ready to depart. I watched my dad race into his silver Mercedes with his keys lynching from his soft hands.
I imitated to make myself comfortable in my mom’s car, jam-packed with our pointless stuff, for four people we had more stuff than ten celebrities would. My mom’s always into shopping, put her in the mall for half an hour and she’ll end up having the most shopping bags in the mall. I reached for my seatbelt, my vast eyes come in contact to the unsure smile my mom gave me, she begins steering the over packed car.
“So you excited,” my mom giggles
“Yeah sure,” I say sarcastically
“You haven’t even seen the house, give it a chance,” my mom suggested as she took the next right turn.
“Yeah I guess,” I uttered leaning my tired back on the seat looking away.
“Don’t worry you’ll love New Jersey,” she promised with a luminous smile that made me grasp that I was the only one who was distressed about moving.
The car drive took a good mastered hour, for me each minute became even more nerve racking. I’d constantly tap my feet and play with my long dark hair, which always meant I was very panicky. My mom flocked into the murky street with mammoth houses on both sides of the street along with spacious front yards, carrying some snow on the leafless trees which made the neighborhood seem even more fortuitous, the hushed area was nothing like New York. My mom made a secure stop once she reached the corner house.
I strided myself out of the exhausting car observing the hefty house, imbibing it’s unique texture, and it’s golden color with its scarlet colored roof. I steadily took myself inside the house, not surprised to see how unfilled the inside was. I hiked around the house, it was spotless. My mom walked me to my room, I gazed around, smiling at the peach pink room, admiring what I perceived. I go to a flashback to the time when I didn’t want to try a strawberry ice-cream, but the day I tried it and gave it a chance, strawberry ice-cream became my favorite ice-cream flavor. So I decided to give the move a chance, thinking would it be that bad?
Now it’s been three years since the move, and my life here has never been better. I’ve found the greatest friends ever and one true best friend who I do everything with, I’d stay in New Jersey forever. Sometimes change can be the most superlative thing that can happen to a person if you have the courage to give it a chance.

What do you guys think of my narrative?

As the sun reached it’s weakest end, the night monarch rest of the shallow day. I witnessed the coffee colored boxes being tossed inside the colorless truck. I stood beside my rusty window and heard a slam, it was my dad, he grabbed the box that rested along me and tossed it in sudden gusts along the stairs.
“Are you ready?” I heard a deep steady voice dance through my ears, it was my dad carrying a fake smile. I gave him a smirk, did I have a choice? He patted my shoulder with great concern, and slowly disappeared through the stairs.
Twelve Years. I spent all my twelve years in New York, then moving to a different state hits me like a homerun ball. I had to confront one of my greatest fears, change. The sound of footsteps sprints through my ears, I glanced at my little brother, distracted by his overly sized grin.
“I’m so excited! Come on, let’s hurry!” my little brother declares with mighty joy. I give him a wry expression, how could he be so happy? I plod through the out of the sun room and clutch for my tomato colored bag my mom gave me for Christmas. I took baby steps down the rock hard stairs hearing my heart accelerate faster by the second. Thoughts concerning going to a new school and state along with making new friends swimmed through my head.
I took my foremost step outside, the silent wind whispered through my wishy-washy face, I snuggled into my zipped cream sweater with my hands yawning into the sweater. I hesitantly ambled with a turtle’s pace towards my mom’s ruby red car, staring down the moving truck that was ready to depart. I watched my dad race into his silver Mercedes with his keys lynching from his soft hands.
I imitated to make myself comfortable in my mom’s car, jam-packed with our pointless stuff, for four people we had more stuff than ten celebrities would. My mom’s always into shopping, put her in the mall for half an hour and she’ll end up having the most shopping bags in the mall. I reached for my seatbelt, my vast eyes come in contact to the unsure smile my mom gave me, she begins steering the over packed car.
“So you excited,” my mom giggles
“Yeah sure,” I say sarcastically
“You haven’t even seen the house, give it a chance,” my mom suggested as she took the next right turn.
“Yeah I guess,” I uttered leaning my tired back on the seat looking away.
“Don’t worry you’ll love New Jersey,” she promised with a luminous smile that made me grasp that I was the only one who was distressed about moving.
The car drive took a good mastered hour, for me each minute became even more nerve racking. I’d constantly tap my feet and play with my long dark hair, which always meant I was very panicky. My mom flocked into the murky street with mammoth houses on both sides of the street along with spacious front yards, carrying some snow on the leafless trees which made the neighborhood seem even more fortuitous, the hushed area was nothing like New York. My mom made a secure stop once she reached the corner house.
I strided myself out of the exhausting car observing the hefty house, imbibing it’s unique texture, and it’s golden color with its scarlet colored roof. I steadily took myself inside the house, not surprised to see how unfilled the inside was. I hiked around the house, it was spotless. My mom walked me to my room, I gazed around, smiling at the peach pink room, admiring what I perceived. I go to a flashback to the time when I didn’t want to try a strawberry ice-cream, but the day I tried it and gave it a chance, strawberry ice-cream became my favorite ice-cream flavor. So I decided to give the move a chance, thinking would it be that bad?
Now it’s been three years since the move, and my life here has never been better. I’ve found the greatest friends ever and one true best friend who I do everything with, I’d stay in New Jersey forever. Sometimes change can be the most superlative thing that can happen to a person if you have the courage to give it a chance.

what is a good first car?

okay…so most parents do surprises for thier sons, but, i was simply told that my parents have $8,000 set aside for my first car. i have looked through auto trader, magazines, and other stuff. (shhh, dont tell anyone, but i have about an hour worth of experience behind the wheel…i drove for an hour straight so i have an idea of how well i am) so, i do know what i want…in a way…almost. so i may want a
1999 pontiac trans-am with a ws6 package, t tops,
99 camaro SS t tops/conv,
2010 cobalt ( i found a coupe for $7,000)
2001 mustang
2000 pontiac GTO

however, i do, for some reason, love a good ol’ 1998 buick century limited with a tilt steering wheel, bench seats, power seats, sun roof, i think its cool…but for some reason it matches up with the others PLUS its only like $1,000-$1,500…i do want to use the full 8 grand lol
so, aside from sports cars and the people who think i should still have more exp. behind the wheel, here are the plain jane cars i would like
1998 buick century
1999 buick lesabre? idk spelling
1999 chevy S10
2001 chevy windowless van….(i have always wanted to make it a mobile home…put in a bed, a TV, a movie rack, carpet, a couch, blackets and pillows, and make it a cozy 1 room home…almost like a sleeper simi. told my friend and he said “you mean a rapist van?)
1999 BMW M3

i was also concidering waiting for one of those sports cars to be like $5,000 or less and buy one of both sides… idk. will you guys help?

side note: i love my parents for what they did. i am ever so more greatful for them to get me A car at age 14… almost 15. its just awesome.

or, anything else you guys can think of?

Money is tight and Times are hard….?

So here’s your feckin Christmas Card…

‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE A REDNECK CHRISTMAS

It was the night before Christmas,
and all through the trailer park,
not a pop-top was poppin’,
not even Ole Blue barked.

Our stockin’s was hung
over the space heater with care,
in the hopes that Santy
would fill ‘em with Viennas and beer.

The kids was asleep
in their NASCAR pj’s,
Dreamin’ of Goo Goo Clusters,
Moon Pies, and Milkyway’s.

And Earlene in her curlers
and me in my Earnhardt cap,
had just settled into our La-Z-Boys
for Wheel of Fortune and a nap.

Then out in the vacant lot
I heard such a commotion,
I thought it was neighbor Clyde,
finally got his T’bird in motion.

I heaved out of my recliner
and to the window I flew,
Busted out the screen
and hollered to Ole Blue.

The moon was shinin down
on my old wrecked cars,
so bright they was sparklin’
like rusty old stars.

And I couldn’t believe
my own hardworkin’ eyes,
when a jacked-up Chevy pickup
come flyin’ through the sky!

Faster’n Ole Ironhead
his possums they came,
and he whooped and hollered
and called ‘em by name:

“Git up Sooner! Hi Duke!
Move yer tails Yaller and Spud!
On Blackie! On Queenie!
You mind me Duchess and Bud!”

“To the top of the satellite dish!
To the top of the shed!
Now move it n’ Step on it!
Ya’ll get out the lead!”

You know how on our old road
whenev’r a car goes by,
there’s all this dirt
that flies up into the sky?

That’s how this crew
went straight on up to my roof,
with that pickup full of toys,
a real nice gun rack, and Redneck Santa too.

Then ‘fore I could pop my teeth in
I heerd up on the tin,
the scrabbling around
of them flying possums of his’n.

I yanked my head back in the trailer
and hitched up my shorts,
Down the dryer vent Redneck Santa came
with a grunt and a snort!

He was dressed in red-and-green camo
from his neck to his feet,
and I had to give him credit
he still had most of his teeth.

Looked like stuff from Earlene’s yard sale
slung on his back,
There was flyswatters an’ Tupperware,
an’ 8-tracks stickin’ out of his pack.

When he winked his eye
I knew fer sure he’d treat us right,
why he just might even
leave me some ammo tonight!

I stood there dreamin’ of a whitetail
while I watched him work,
then he stopped and like a real man,
let out a fart and a burp.

He topped off our stockin’s
with Moon Pies and bottle rockets,
then squoze up that dryer vent
like Spam in your pocket.

He jumped in his pickup,
laid down on the horn,
And I’m not lyin’,
they took off with their possum tails flyin’.

But I heard him holler
as he headed for the 7-11,
“Merry Christmas to all!
And may all rednecks get into heav’n!”

*kisses* to all my beloved contacts and friends!
Allie…that was awesome!

Do you care that the Future is F**ked?

The world we live in today is due to the Discovery of fossil fuels and the outstanding variety of uses it has.

Here is a very, very small list
ammonia
anesthetics
antifreeze
antihistamines
antiseptics
artificial limbs
artificial turf
aspirin
awnings
balloons
ballpoint pens
bandages
basketballs
bearing grease
bicycle tires
boats
cameras
candles
car battery cases
car enamel
cassettes
caulking
cd player
cd’s
clothes
clothesline
cold cream
combs
cortisone
crayons
curtains
dashboards
denture adhesive
dentures
deodorant
detergents
dice
diesel
dishes
dishwasher
dresses
drinking cups
dyes
electric blankets
electrician’s tape
enamel
epoxy
eyeglasses
fan belts
faucet washers
fertilizers
fishing boots
fishing lures
fishing rods
floor wax
folding doors
food preservatives
football cleats
football helmets
footballs
footballs
gasoline
glycerin
golf bags
golf balls
guitar strings
hair coloring
hair curlers
hand lotion
heart valves
house paint
ice chests
ice cube trays
ink
insect repellent
insecticides
life jackets
linings
linoleum
lipstick
luggage
model cars
mops
motor oil
motorcycle helmet
movie film
nail polish
nylon rope
oil filters
paint
paint brushes
paint rollers
panty hose
parachutes
percolators
perfumes
petroleum jelly
pillows
plastic wood
purses
putty
refrigerant
refrigerators
roller skates
roofing
rubber cement
rubbing alcohol
safety glasses
shag rugs
shampoo
shaving cream
shoe polish
shoes
shower curtains
skis
slacks
soap
soft contact lenses
solvents
speakers
sports car bodies
sun glasses
surf boards
sweaters
synthetic rubber
telephones
tennis rackets
tents
tires
toilet seats
tool boxes
tool racks
toothbrushes
toothpaste
transparent tape
trash bags
tv cabinets
umbrellas
upholstery
vaporizers
vitamin capsules
water pipes
wheels
yarn

Second list found on Gasprices-usa.com:

air conditioners
ammonia
anti-histamines
antiseptics
artificial turf
asphalt
aspirin
balloons
bandages
boats
bottles
bras
bubble gum
butane
cameras
candles
car batteries
car bodies
carpet
cassette tapes
caulking
cds
chewing gum
combs/brushes
computers
contacts
cortisone
crayons
cream
denture adhesives
deodorant
detergents
dice
dishwashing liquid
dresses
dryers
electric blankets
electrician’s tape
fertilizers
fishing lures
fishing rods
floor wax
footballs
glues
glycerin
golf balls
guitar strings
hair
hair coloring
hair curlers
hearing aids
heart valves
heating oil
house paint
ice chests
ink
insect repellent
insulation
jet fuel
life jackets
linoleum
lip balm
lipstick
loudspeakers
medicines
mops
motor oil
motorcycle helmets
movie film
nail polish
oil filters
paddles
paint brushes
paints
parachutes
paraffin
pens
perfumes
petroleum jelly
plastic chairs
plastic cups
plastic forks
plastic wrap
plastics
plywood adhesives
refrigerators
roller-skate wheels
roofing paper
rubber bands
rubber boots
rubber cement
rubbish bags
running shoes
saccharine
seals
shirts (non-cotton)
shoe polish
shoes
shower curtains
solvents
spectacles
stereos
sweaters
table tennis balls
tape recorders
telephones
tennis rackets
thermos
tights
toilet seats
toners
toothpaste
transparencies
transparent tape
tv cabinets
typewriter/computer ribbons
tires
umbrellas
upholstery
vaporizers
vitamin capsules
volleyballs
water pipes
water skis
wax
wax paper

now heres a graph of oil consumtion http://www.indexmundi.com/energy.aspx

And now a graph of world population size http://www.unfpa.org/6billion/pages/worldpopgrowth.htm

And finnaly a graph of peak oil production http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Hubbert_peak_oil_plot.svg

I don’t know about you, but i can’t wait for the future !!!!!!!
great answers people, bravo…..

how good is this car ?

A man and his wife were driving through country on his way from New York to California. Looking at his fuel gauge, he decided to stop at the next gasoline station and fill up. About 15 minutes later, he spots a Mobil station and pulls over to the high octane pump.

“What can I do for y’all?” asks the attendant. “Fill `er up with high test,” replies the driver. While the attendant is filling up the tank, he’s looking the car up and down. “What kinda car is this?” he asks. “I never seen one like it before.” “Well,” responds the driver, his chest swelling up with pride, “this, my boy is a 1999 Cadillac DeVille.”

“What all’s it got in it?” asks the attendant. “Well,” says the driver, “it has everything. It’s loaded with power steering, power seats, power sun roof, power mirrors, AM/FM radio with a 10 deck CD player in the trunk with 100 watts per channel, 8 speaker stereo, rack and pinion steering, disk brakes all around, leather interior, digital instrument package, and best of all, a 8.8 liter V12 engine.”

“Wow,” says the attendant, “that’s really something!” “How much do I owe you for the gasoline?” asks the driver. “That’ll be $30.17,” says the attendant.

The driver pulls out his money clip and peels off a $20 and a $10. He goes into his other pocket and pulls out a handful of change. Mixed up with the change are a few golf tees. “What are those little wooden things?” asks the attendant. “That’s what I put my balls on when I drive,” says the driver. “Wow,” says the attendant, “those Cadillac people think of everything!”

What should i do about a used car i bought from an individual that has turned out to be a bad car?

I bought this car on Saturday. he told me the ac didn’t work and the handle to the moon roof needed to be fixed. he said that’s all he knew of that needed to be done. he said he fixed a few minor things such as he replaced the tires a few months a go…oil changes…fixed both front windows…and that was it. as i come to find out the speedometer and mileometer don’t work…there is a leak in the radiator…all 4 tires are leaking around the rims…the oil pan is rusted and leaking…the steering rack is leaking…and the frame is cracked. i found this stuff out because i went to the dealership where he took the car and they gave me printouts of the work they suggested to him that should be done. i gave this man $1150 for the car plus title and tax. in this condition kbb says its worth $900. at the time before i knew the problems i figured it to be in good condition which kbb said it was worth $1300 thats why i agreed to $1150. i want my money back but before i do anything i wanted to know what i would need to do or get done to take him to small claims court if he doesn’t want to pay?