Your Questions About Roof Racks For Cars

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.