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Skully asked:
Have any of you played Urbz (sims in the city), for a game boy advance? If so can you tell me something. I want to know one thing, let me explain first. When you go across this bridge and up into this place called “First Mate’s Quarters” to play Moogoo monkey card game…Then you go up the stairs and up another stairs again. You find like a garage door when you step on the roof, you walk in it and I think that’s where “Olde Salty” lives. (he has a peg for a leg and a white hat) Anyway when you get to his room he has a ladder on the north wall, climb it and you will see a Old boat stirring wheel (wooden) Well on the floor is an object you can pick up..well I picked it up and its called “Paradise Island Map” Well when u read it all it says “It list everything but the Info I need” Now I don’t want it…So I try dropping or go near a trash can to try to drop it but nothing……….I need help…I don’t need it! It takes up room in my 8 spaced pocket…Now here’s the question…
Have any of you played Urbz (sims in the city), for a game boy advance? If so can you tell me something. I want to know one thing, let me explain first. When you go across this bridge and up into this place called “First Mate’s Quarters” to play Moogoo monkey card game…Then you go up the stairs and up another stairs again. You find like a garage door when you step on the roof, you walk in it and I think that’s where “Olde Salty” lives. (he has a peg for a leg and a white hat) Anyway when you get to his room he has a ladder on the north wall, climb it and you will see a Old boat stirring wheel (wooden) Well on the floor is an object you can pick up..well I picked it up and its called “Paradise Island Map” Well when u read it all it says “It list everything but the Info I need” Now I don’t want it…So I try dropping or go near a trash can to try to drop it but nothing……….I need help…I don’t need it! It takes up room in my 8 spaced pocket…Now here’s the question…
How can I get red of that item or who will accept it?
(I already tried most of the people)
Thanks and sorry its soooo long but remember who ever helps me get red of it will get 10% best answer!
Good luck on playing!
Oh I forgot to say..If your not going to read..the dont POST!
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How much does an automatic driveway gate cost?
eh270 asked:
I realize the price can vary by thousands of dollars depending on options, but I’m looking for a ballpark estimate here. I’m looking to put an automatic gate, controlled by a couple of garage-door-style remote openers, at the end of my driveway. The house is about 100 feet away from the site I’d like to place the gate at, so power would need to be run out to the site. I am waiting for a quote to come back from a local company, but I’m wondering if anyone can give me an idea of what I might expect to pay for a basic solution like the one I described? I already have a manual gate, so I may even be able to re-use the actual wooden gate, trimming my costs somewhat.
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I realize the price can vary by thousands of dollars depending on options, but I’m looking for a ballpark estimate here. I’m looking to put an automatic gate, controlled by a couple of garage-door-style remote openers, at the end of my driveway. The house is about 100 feet away from the site I’d like to place the gate at, so power would need to be run out to the site. I am waiting for a quote to come back from a local company, but I’m wondering if anyone can give me an idea of what I might expect to pay for a basic solution like the one I described? I already have a manual gate, so I may even be able to re-use the actual wooden gate, trimming my costs somewhat.
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What does this dream mean?
Every little thing is gonna be alright asked:
So, i had this dream a couple of months ago and I suppose it’s safe to say that i’m obsessed with it. I think about it all the time. It practically invades my thoughts. So here it is.
It started out with me in this garage. I was looking for a baseball (i don’t play baseball so i don’t know.) The walls of the garage were wooden, but it was painted red. There was shelves of tools, and tools hanging up on hooks. There was a built-in bench made of wood that was painted red as well. The garage was connected to the house. There was a brown station wagon parked in garage. Even though they weren’t in the dream, i knew that these people lived there. There was the wife, who had blonde hair and the husband who was a bit heavy set, and was bald on top. The blonde-haired wife had glasses. (May I mind you, i don’t have any idea who these people are in real life.) I felt like I knew this house. I knew every aspect of it. I felt like I was in a different time period, as if it was the late 80s. I found the baseball and since the garage door was open, I darted out into their drive way. I was in this neighborhood that seemed very familiar. As if I lived there myself. There were houses lining the streets, and garbage cans in the road. Basketball nets, etc. But nobody was around. Nobody in sight. I heard birds chirping, but that’s it. Suddenly, I blink my eyes and I’m inside the house whose garage, I was just in. I was in their son’s bedroom. The bedroom had the walls were painted blue. His shades were down. The closet door was wooden-brown, along with his bedroom furniture. The border of the room was brown wood too. I felt like I knew this kid, and his bedroom. The kid was a year older than me so that’d make him 15. He had blonde hair, and he was actually rather good looking. His bedsheets were plaid, and he had a twin mattress. He had a small RCA tv on his dresser that had “Different Strokes” on. And we were sitting on his bed talking about how we both like that show. I remember him having this poster on his wall, that said “Flotsam and Jetsam” which I have no idea what the hell “Flotsam and Jetsam” is. It seemed to be some sort of band, that I don’t know. For some reason that song, “Bennie and The Jets” was playing in the background, as if it was coming from downstairs. His door was shut. Then suddenly, he stands up and walks by the door and goes “You can’t be here! This isn’t yours! Get out! You can’t do anything here! Please go!” and he starts panicking. So, me I’m just sitting on his bed and I’m like “What?!” and then I realize that I have no idea where I am and I start to worry. He shrugs and then he comes over to me and like I’m sitting at the edge of his bed. He acts like he’s about to kiss me so I lean back. He starts smiling and says something like “this is really bad. i dont even know why your here. this is crazy” and the dream ends. I feel like I know this kid. It’s annoying the hell out of me. He has dark brown eyes, and a small birthmark on his arm. Everything is so detailed. Everything. And for some strange reason I feel like the house/neighborhood I’m dreaming about is somewhere in Nassau County, Long Island where my aunt lives? I know, I know. I sound crazy. But I know for a fact that this dream takes place in the late 80′s, and I know for a fact that this person is an adult right now. I don’t know why I keep thinking about this. Considering this dream happened in March, and It’s now August and I’m only 14 and this is really scaring me. I really think about it all the time. I don’t know my feelings about this person. As if i love them or something. I don’t know. Its strange. Someone tell me what this means.
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So, i had this dream a couple of months ago and I suppose it’s safe to say that i’m obsessed with it. I think about it all the time. It practically invades my thoughts. So here it is.
It started out with me in this garage. I was looking for a baseball (i don’t play baseball so i don’t know.) The walls of the garage were wooden, but it was painted red. There was shelves of tools, and tools hanging up on hooks. There was a built-in bench made of wood that was painted red as well. The garage was connected to the house. There was a brown station wagon parked in garage. Even though they weren’t in the dream, i knew that these people lived there. There was the wife, who had blonde hair and the husband who was a bit heavy set, and was bald on top. The blonde-haired wife had glasses. (May I mind you, i don’t have any idea who these people are in real life.) I felt like I knew this house. I knew every aspect of it. I felt like I was in a different time period, as if it was the late 80s. I found the baseball and since the garage door was open, I darted out into their drive way. I was in this neighborhood that seemed very familiar. As if I lived there myself. There were houses lining the streets, and garbage cans in the road. Basketball nets, etc. But nobody was around. Nobody in sight. I heard birds chirping, but that’s it. Suddenly, I blink my eyes and I’m inside the house whose garage, I was just in. I was in their son’s bedroom. The bedroom had the walls were painted blue. His shades were down. The closet door was wooden-brown, along with his bedroom furniture. The border of the room was brown wood too. I felt like I knew this kid, and his bedroom. The kid was a year older than me so that’d make him 15. He had blonde hair, and he was actually rather good looking. His bedsheets were plaid, and he had a twin mattress. He had a small RCA tv on his dresser that had “Different Strokes” on. And we were sitting on his bed talking about how we both like that show. I remember him having this poster on his wall, that said “Flotsam and Jetsam” which I have no idea what the hell “Flotsam and Jetsam” is. It seemed to be some sort of band, that I don’t know. For some reason that song, “Bennie and The Jets” was playing in the background, as if it was coming from downstairs. His door was shut. Then suddenly, he stands up and walks by the door and goes “You can’t be here! This isn’t yours! Get out! You can’t do anything here! Please go!” and he starts panicking. So, me I’m just sitting on his bed and I’m like “What?!” and then I realize that I have no idea where I am and I start to worry. He shrugs and then he comes over to me and like I’m sitting at the edge of his bed. He acts like he’s about to kiss me so I lean back. He starts smiling and says something like “this is really bad. i dont even know why your here. this is crazy” and the dream ends. I feel like I know this kid. It’s annoying the hell out of me. He has dark brown eyes, and a small birthmark on his arm. Everything is so detailed. Everything. And for some strange reason I feel like the house/neighborhood I’m dreaming about is somewhere in Nassau County, Long Island where my aunt lives? I know, I know. I sound crazy. But I know for a fact that this dream takes place in the late 80′s, and I know for a fact that this person is an adult right now. I don’t know why I keep thinking about this. Considering this dream happened in March, and It’s now August and I’m only 14 and this is really scaring me. I really think about it all the time. I don’t know my feelings about this person. As if i love them or something. I don’t know. Its strange. Someone tell me what this means.
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