Orange County Floor Kitchen Bath

Ok so we are refinishing my grandmothers basement. One half of the basement was previously used as a bedroom and has tile flooring put down the other half is just concrete. She wants to lay carpet on the side with concrete and I need help figuring out what type of carpet padding I should be looking at and about what the price range would be. The space is 14 x 17. Thank you ahead of time!

My kitchen needs a new floor. It had square tiles that are now starting to come up, it’s 20 years old. I ideally want some a kinda wood tiles / laminated finish. Similar to: http://www.woodfloorpolish.com/New%20Folder/New%20Bruce%20floor.jpg (but with probably a darker colour)
I can’t tell exactly what surface is under the tiles… I think it’s some kind of concrete. How difficult would it be for an amateur to lay it? I have basic DIY skills/tools.
Can anybody estimate what it is per sqaure foor / meter for DIY?
Can anybody estimate what it is per sqaure foor / meter if I got someone else to install it?

Q. Why do men take showers instead of baths?
A. Peeing in the bath is disgusting.
Q. Do you know the punishment for bigamy?
A. Two mothers-in-law.
Q. What’s the difference between a new husband and a new dog?
A. After a year, the dog is still excited to see you.
Q. Why does the bride always wear white?
A. Because it is good for the dishwasher to match the stove and refrigerator.
Q. What have men and floor tiles got in common?
A. If you lay them properly the first time, you can walk all over them for life.
Q. What is the difference between a battery and a woman?
A. A battery has a positive side.
I know they’re old but what the hell. I’m stuck here working with plenty of time to kill.
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Dawson stood at the window looking out at the town below him, than he stroked Joey his *****. Joey’s penis was getting hard so Dawson rubbed it raw with a cheesegrater causing Joey to ejaculate, his semen landing on Dawson face. “mmm nothing quite lie it” Dawson said as he licked the semen form his face. “I brewed it special just for you Dawson” Joey said with a nervous giggle. “How about some fun with electricity” dawson asked. So Joey hooked up some electric jumper cables to dawson’s nipples and then hit the power switch. Electricity went through Dawson’s body dawson moned and writhed in an extacy of pain and pleasure, his penis growing harder byt he second. when it was over he left for work, his job was a s a highly paid executive.
When he got home form work 5 hours later that night Joey had prepared a special surprise for him, dawson walked in his door and was surprised to see the dining room table prepared for what looked to be an elegant meal. The good silver was on the table and two places were prepared one for dawson and one for Joey. But the food had’nt been served yet and the plates were empty. Dawosn sat down in one of the cairs witha smile on his face anticipating a special meal. “Im glad your home dawson coz this meal is one that you aint never had before!” Joey said. He walked to dawson with the meal witch had one of those silver lids over it so dawson could not see what was on the plate. “Are you ready for something real special?” Joey asked with a smile. “Voila!” Joey said as took the cover off of the plate revealing a large pile of human feces on it. “Oh wow” Dawson said i have never eaten human feces before!” “I know thats why I htought it would be such a lovely surprise” Joey said with a grin. So Joey and dawson ate the feces as best they could. By the end of the meal their face were smeared brown and they were struggling not to vomit. Than Dawson pulled out a large wipped and flayed the skin from Joey’s back till Joey collapsed with pain and pleasure. Than Dawson retired for the night on his large kingsized bed while Joey lay writhing on the marble tiles of the kitchen floor, in agony but happy that he satisfied his master for another day.

Monday was a really bad day for me because I woke up with a high fever and a sore throat. My dad stayed home on Monday because he was sick too. So I went with my dad to run some errands. Even though I wasn’t feeling good, I still wanted to get out of the house. I layed in the car the whole time. When we got back from running errands, I went to lay down because my fever didn’t get better. I fell asleep for a little while and when I woke up my fever was worse. I got out of bed to take a tylenol pill. I didn’t get a chance to take the tylenol because while I was in the kitchen, I felt like I was going to vomit so I started walking to the bathroom. While I was walking I started feeling dizzy so I sat down on the bathroom floor in front of the toilet just in case I was going to vomit. I didn’t vomit so I started standing up and felt dizzy again. I decided to lay down on the floor until I felt better. The bathroom floor is tile so it was cold. Laying on it helped my temperature go down. When I felt better, I got up and went back into the kitchen to take a tylenol since I didn’t get a chance to take one. After taking it, I checked my temperature and it said 100.08. My fever ended up going away within the hour of taking the tylenol but to this day my throat is still hurting. in fact, it’s gotten so bad that I’m losing my voice. What do I do?

My husband and are about to embark on remodeling our kitchen. We plan on keeping our cabinets and painting them white since they’re in decent condition. However, we started ripping the laminate backsplash (original to the house) and it started peeling off some of the drywall paper. Photo here: http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s160/…
Now it’s all yellowed and it’s an uneven surface. We have no idea what to do. Our only idea at this point is rip the rest off, skimcoat, sand and wallpaper over it with a faux tile wallapaper.
We really want to tile, but we’re not sure if we can tile over plain drywall if we decide to take down the upper cabinets and replace the yellow-glued drywall. Should we use cement board instead? Or what are our other options here? Some good ideas would be great!
(and by “ripping” off the rest, I mean using an iron to soften the glue and peel it off the wall with less damage)

Got an approved tile fitter from Topps Tiles to fit my travertine tiles. Had to end the project as not happy with him He had apparently sealed the tiles but none had been laid. Spoke to a manager who agreed to refund the whole amount of tiles and materials and offerred another fitter. We by that time had decided to ask our friend. He then told me that as the tiles had been sealed he could not sell them on and would have to go in the bin so whatever I offerred him he would accept.
I like the tiles but as I have been very suspicious of other things that were going on with the company I am worried that the tiles might be faulty or something and just wandered what you would do?
Also a few of the tiles look a slightly different colour to the others – more reddish in them – do you think they are from a different batch or does it not matter with natural stone?

i’m doing a kitchen remodel and looking for good prices on kitchen floor tile.

Ok so this is for creative writing, and I chose a randomm topic! But this teacher is a bish;) and i NEED A GOOD GRADE ON THIS!!!!!! Im not done btw but i wanna know if im doing a crappy job now, so I dont write the whole sucky thing.!
My heart thumps painfully against my rib cage, to the point where I think it could physically break through my chest. I let out short gasps that are becoming harder and harder to manage as the pain becomes worse. More tears glisten down my face in rivulets. The clear salty streams bewilder me, since I am unaccustomed to such vivid emotion. I double over in pain and curl up into a ball, compressing myself until i can move no further. I don’t want to ever relive that memory. The pain is etched into every muscle in my body, making me twitch uncontrollably at the thought of ever having to endure such a thing again.
As I lay sobbing on the tile floor of my one bedroom apartment, I open my eyes for the first time since that horrid memory entered my mind again. It had been ten minutes since I had the precognition, the one that shattered my faith in the universe. What had I done?
I don’t deserve this, I think miserably to myself.
Some things are just better left a mystery. Especially when said mystery concerns when I die. I remove the brown strands of hair that are plastered to my wet face and cast them over with the rest of my long messy hair that I had swept haphazardly behind my elfin ears. I measure my breathing carefully, and stretched my long tan legs out until the tips of my toes brushed against the white wall.
It felt good to stretch my cramped muscles, so I loosened them stiffly and stretched as far as I could reach. I breathed a deep sigh, and carefully lay my hurting head on the cold tile. My hair spread out all around my head in a stringy halo. Every single time I blinked, I saw the outline of my….. I couldn’t bring myself to think of the word, for fear of what horrid memories might resurface. So I focused on a crack in the tile, and was happy while my mind was preoccupied.
As I stared at the crack, I realized that I ached all over. So I bent my knees and lifted myself up off the kitchen floor. Once I accomplished that small feat, I shook my head sluggishly and trudged out of the kitchen. When I reached my room, I passed an intricate French mirror on my vanity desk. I paused enough to contemplate my savage appearance. My usually beautiful hair was in snarled tangles. My brilliant green eyes were red, swollen, and puffy. Like Botox, I thought, with dry humor. I didn’t smile. I just couldn’t bring myself to, even though I had a smile that could light up a room like a thousand suns. I turned from the mirror. Why try to fix myself up when death was so imminent, so swiftly approaching? I felt it was almost tangible.
I sprung onto my four poster bed and fell flat over the bohemian style comforter. I groaned into my pillow, and shut my eyes. I might have thought sleep was so unlikely, I don’t know. All I remember is slowly drifting into a fitful sleep, while my mind wandered dangerously……
I awoke with a jolt, hearing a scream that could wake the dead. It took a few seconds for my brains’ gears to begin turning, but when they finally did, I was startled. It was me that was screaming. My mouth was open in an ugly grimace and my hands clutched at my face in horror. That gut wrenching scream emanated from my battered windpipes. I quickly shut up, fearful of my banshee shriek. I took a couple deep breaths through my nose.
Calm down, I thought frantically to myself. I actually listened to myself. I relaxed my muscles once more and immediately felt better. I plopped back down, but realized too late that I misjudged my position. My head thumped hard against the wall. I rubbed the back of my bruised head with my eyes squinted in anger. So much pain! I was only a teenager, for goodness sake! Not even adults experienced this turmoil.
Then I racked my brain for a second, and surprised myself. Why didn’t I think of it before! I slapped my forehead in relief. I’m crazy! I am completely crazy and it was all just a dream. I was totally in denial, and I knew it. But my mind did all it could to reject what I couldn’t understand. It fought hard, and won. I wanted to continue on with my normal, sheltered life. So I did. I happily hopped off my bed with a sudden burst of energy.
I skipped to my linen closet, humming a cheery tune. I avoided the mirror as if my life depended on it. Well, at least my sanity did. I absolutely did not want to see my awful reflection, so I passed right by the mirror without even a glance. With my towel slung over my right shoulder, I shut my bathroom door. I then proceeded to take the best shower of my entire life. In that shower, I cleansed myself of the previous night. I wiped myself clean, emotionally and physically. I locked a vault in my mind, with the information that I could think again. I fretted about whether they might actually

My mother in law rented her old house to her neighbor when her and her soon to be ex husband built their dream home. The neighbor started remodeling the home immediately and bought new appliances, new flooring(which was laid down improperly) and painted. He soon got behind on his payments (6 months behind)but they were trying to be understanding about it. My mother in law filed for divorce due to relationship problems and my father in law evicted that neighbor from their old home and my mother in law moved back in over there. He was already 6 months behind and they had already threatened to evict him, but he was furious and took all the new appliances he had bought(I understand taking new appliances, but he didn’t replace it with ANYTHING) he took the electric covers, the vents in the floor, and he broke the air conditioning. I mean seriously broke it, my husband use to work as a HVAC tech and he tried to take a look at it and he said the guy cut out and ripped out everything(another family member lives next door and said the man told her that he made sure the air would never work in that house again) He ripped up the carpet in the house and so it’s just plywood in the bedroom. He painted one of the windows black in what use to be the kid’s bedroom. The floor he laid down is tile and they didn’t cauk it so it’s starting to crack and break. My mother in law is in tears over this. She is having to live in a house with no fridge, no stove, no oven and no air. Her soon to be ex is a butthole who isn’t helping her out in any way and i don’t know if anything legally can be done about this ex renter. Can someone help me out?