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lets say its in a cooler and the outdoor temp. is around 85 degrees

My father in law is in town. He lives 10 hours away, and will be leaving tomorrow. (driving) He lives alone and eats nothing but prepared food from Sam's Club. For instance he will get a meal that would typically feed 4, and eat on it for 2 days...lunch and dinner. I decided to make him some home cooked food that freezes well...for him to take home to FL. That away he can just pop it in the oven for an hour and eat. Now, I am trying to figure out how he can transport it 10 hours...and it stay nice and cold...if not frozen. How expensive do y'all think it would be to keep 4 frozen foil bread pan size dinners cold on dry ice? How long will dry ice keep them frozen if they are put in a cheap styrofoam cooler from 7-11? A- you obviously have no idea who I am.

For 3 weeks I plan on staying in a motel room. The motel does not allow freezers or refridgerators in the rooms. Since I can't eat out all the time I plan on having 2 coolers in the room. One with regular ice for milk, orange juice, lettice and cold cuts. I plan on having another cooler with dry ice in the motel room for ice cream, frozen pizza, waffles and tv dinners. How often would I need to replace the dry ice in the cooler?

Will be outdoors for 3 days and was wondering the best way to keep Jell-O shots cold? Of course, in a cooler... But would they stay congealed longer in regular ice or dry ice? How long does dry ice last for in a cooler (outdoors - 85 degrees)? Thank you!

Before I start, I know some seizures don't always make you fall to the ground and sometimes you might not even really know its A seizure. So Thats exactly why im asking this question. Almost once every day, Out of no where I get really nervous and my hands start to tingle (Pins and needles) and my mouth gets very dry. I shake and my hands get ICE cold. When this happens I can't sit still and I keep shaking my hands to try to get that numbness feeling away. Sometimes my heart races and sometimes it dosn't. Now though, I don't think it is anxiety because im calm when it happens and my heart really dont pound as long as I stay calm. I also feel confused and detached when these 'Attacks' happen. I heard these are some symptoms of A seizure and also A Panic Attack. How do you really know the difference? Im scared that im going to die from A seizure or something even worse. I also notice, these attacks happen 10x Worse the day after I drink alcohol. So I dont drink at all anymore Additional Details 27 minutes ago SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME. I FEEL ALONE, SCARED AND STRESSED OUT.

We're moving to Calgary, Alberta on Sept. next year and then we'll have to stay, from mid Jan to ends of May, in Toronto, Ontario, We're comming from Phoenix, Arizona - 114F Summer highs and 65F winter lows. We just checked the weather and Canadian winter is going to be a brutal change for us, so we are bracing for impact. What we know is Alberta is dry, has low snow precipitation, and warm wind called Chinook, thus cold doesn't feel as harsh. Ontario is humid thus cold is harsher and has lots of snow, and ice storms. Any suggestions on what kind of clothes to buy, how long can we be out before we get frosbite, suggestions for children with mild asthma playing in the snow or any other thing that we would not have the slightless idea we need to be prepared for? Will our SUV (Hyundai Santa Fe) be useful there or do we need a buy a car locally because they are better conditioned for the climate. If we're going there, we're going to enjoy it if we can, just as much as cannucks would do.

Prologue I couldn’t believe it. I was angry and upset, mostly at myself for not seeing this coming. And then it happened. I woke up in a hospital bed, my head spinning as I struggled to sit up, which took all my strength. I felt extremely weak at that moment. It was like I was glued to the bed sheets or a huge weight was pulling me down, so I’d sink right back into the clean, smooth white sheets. Then there was the sound of someone calling for a doctor and then gently pushing me down so my head fell back into the pillow. A voice whispered in my ear, ‘Just stay still. Don’t move. You’re going to be alright…Are you ok?’ the person paused, ‘Stupid question, sorry. I’ll go get mom and dad; they’ve just gone to get some drinks...Stay still Rhianon.’ I wondered who the voice was, and then thought that it must’ve been my little sister Emmie. But before I could think too much about it I realized how horrible and fragile I felt. It was like the time when I spun myself around so many times that when I stopped the ground seemed to be moving, in the game ‘dizzy dinosaurs’ that I used to play in the playground back in 3rd grade. I always hated that game, but I hated it even more that the boys called me miserable and a kill-joy. So I’d joined in to prove those obnoxious boys wrong which was, I’ll admit, a bad idea. Especially after I’d just ate lunch. I ended up puking over some girls shoes; I can’t even remember whose it was. But I remember her shriek of terror followed by her gag of disgust. She never forgot that day, so I was glad to be out of primary. She had gone to a different high school which was such a relief for me. Then it suddenly struck me that I was in a hospital. Wait…Why was I in a hospital? I did my best to remember, but each time failed as my head throbbed and I was quite frankly too sleepy to even care right now. I decided to let it go for now, I’d ask when I awoke after my sweet long needed sleep. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, letting the exhaustion overtake me. But that was disturbed when people came rushing in the room; mom and dad with Emmie I guessed. Someone came up to me and kissed my hair. ‘Rhianon! Your O.K, you’re going to be OK. It’s fine, are you alright? Oh honey I’m so glad you’ve came round you gave us all a scare there…’ She trailed off and the whole room went silent. It was mum alright. What did she mean I’m going to be OK? What was that all about? I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. My throat felt impossibly dry and it was as if I’d kill for a glass of water. I put my hands to my throat and they got my point. ‘Emmie go get her a glass of cold water, she’s thirsty’ Mom said stroking my hair, not taking her gaze off me while she was talking to her. ‘Sure, wont be a minute’ and then she pretty much ran out of the room. Dad slowly walked up to the hospital bed next to mom and put a hand around her waist. ‘How you feeling?’ He said gently in his calming voice that soothed me very much. ‘f-f-f’ That was all I managed to say. Seriously. I meant to say, ‘fine dad.... I feel fine’ which was a total lie, but it would of made my parents feel good at least. But with out that water I wouldn’t be able to talk at all… I hoped Em wouldn’t be to long with the water, I was absolutely parched. My lips felt numb and dry, and my eyes heavy… I was actually drifting to sleep again when Emmie returned with my request of my desired ice-cold water. She handed it to me carefully, and I took a big gulp of it so that it gave me brain freeze. But at least I was more awake. It worked too. I could talk again. ‘What’s going on?’ this was one of the many things I wanted to know at that point. My family and the doctor exchanged glances. The doctor shook his head and, and my mum sighed. ‘You should rest Rhianon. I know you’re sleepy right now. We’ll explain everything when you feel better again’ Sleepy? Well, that was the understatement of the year for sure. The doctor smiled a obvious fake smile. He then reached over me, fumbling with some wires of some sort, when suddenly I was very, very sleepy-eyed again… How is it? thanks (: also, i need other words for 'felt' because i use that word to much.. thanks! :D

I dont know what to say to him.These are some things that were in our conversation. I want to help him and stop feeling like this. my mom focuses all her attention on (brother) and he gets to miss everything but the last period on wednesdays because he has has appointments. I mean she only talks to me when im in trouble. Or when she wants me to do chores he doesnt ask (brother) for anything and he doesnt have to do anything.My mom saw him at home at eight one morning and didnt say anything I keep finding more and more things that keep me down but there isnt one positive thing thats enough to keep me going.Im in like progatory right now im doing what i have to but i dont know how long itll go or why. Me:Why don't you just tell your mo to make you an appointment and tell the shrink all this? Him:what would that do.Theyll put me on medicine call me suicidal? there is not anything that i want that they can actually do for me it does no one in my position can be happy.Your life steadily gets worse and worse.Everyone tells you itll get better,keep your head up,just try to stay positive.You focus on what you have left and try to keep them and they drop one by one by one.And each time they leave your life gets worse and worse.You think it isnt getting any worse and something else happens.Its a slope and you keep going down. i cannot not thing of one positive thing that matters that has happened to me in months you dont know how bad id like to just give up on everything but i dont.I dont have hope that itll get better i know it wont.But i cant quit. He likes to write raps and this is what he wrote today. he said it was the least depressing one he wrote. Dry swallow two pills got me feeling cold as ice eye drops for the hell of it just to hide the vice i aint going home tonight there aint nothing for me here rolling up two blunts just enough to get me there its a cruel dark world life never is fair this weed is mighty good so for now i wont care ima ride all night just to get away from life got my girlfriend calling but i aint trying to fight got my bestfriend thinking ima end it with a knife shit if i could id do it twice but im still in the game just on the wrong strife Ignore the incorrect spelling.Typos plus typing long things at a time lead to speeding through it.

I'm 13, and I just got braces today for the first time. Nothing too serious - just some minor corrections (I'll only have them on for 6 months). feel soooo weird!! I know thats to be expected, but what are some things I can do to make it easier??? So far, I've taken an Ibproufen, and had no pain (cause of the medicine), but I know I'll probably have to keep taking them. I can't chew at all!! I just eat yogurt, soup, whipped cream, smoothies, and mashed potatoes. If I chew anything, it feels like the braces are coming off, and a lot of food gets stuck in them. What else do I need to know. Should I really brush 3 times a day, and if so, is it OK, if the day-time one is about 2 hrs. after I eat lunch? How long does it take to get used to them? Any obvious foods to stay away from. I was told no hard things, no sticky, chewy things, etc. Anything special for the first 48 hrs. while the glue fully dries? What about ice cream? Does the cold do anything the first couple days? Thanks so much!!! :)

i just got a new puppy about a week ago and i need to know if im taking care of her proborbley,she is a siberian husky girl has blue eyes and very active. i take her for a long walk 3 times a day and feed her can food in the morning the most expensive one i can buy to keep here energy up and i give her dry food in the night to help her sleep, she has a water bowl in side and out and on hot days i keep her either in the house with the cooler on or under the deking with a block of cold ice, i play with her 3-4 times a day and brush her every second day she sleeps inside and i bath her every to weeks, am i doing okay please help. also i thought her how to sit stay jump flip roll over and wave.

I wonder if I could make this into a novel or publish it with other short stories I've written. That is if I could get published. What do you think? Opinions are appreciated. There was an overgrowth of mint in her backyard. Meredith went on to search for black widows she could kill with her yellow fly swatter. None were to be found, none as conspicuous as they were when at night. Therefore, Meredith sat next to me, complacent, as if she thought they were scared of her. Her dress flowed slowly on the cemented ground as she fell happily. “What are you doing?” she asked curiously, while picking a minted leave and began sniffing it. “Nothing,” I replied. I was looking at the grass and feeling the hot sun on my skin. I turned to look at her, she had her eyes closed, the leaf still by her petite nose. “Have you smelled this?” she asked, handing it to me. I did, but I said no and put it to my nose taking in the refreshing scent. Meredith liked me to call her Edith. I had no idea why but I obliged when she asked me to. Her hair was a light brown color that of a walnut sorrel. She had eyes that were black, a deep intense color. Meredith had a slender figure with slightly curvaceous features. She was beautiful, oblivious of that fact. Being quiet, reticent was something she wanted in a friend. I caught her staring at me. “What are you thinking about?” she said, inquisitively innocent. “Oh, the smell of this.” I lifted the mint leave high enough for her to see. Staying in the sun gave Meredith a feeling of lethargy and she now wanted to go inside her house to cool off. “Do you want a glass of water?” she asked with a tired voice. “Yes.” I said after the sun had made my mouth dry and parched. She brought back two tall clear glasses of water with a couple of ice cubes in each. We both drank and indolently sat on the green, soft sofa in her living room. All the things in her home were mismatched and unnecessary. A black wheel on the wall was an unusual decorum for the entryway of the home. It served no purpose and derived in me contempt for it, for everything in this house. Maybe it was because Meredith’s mother died long ago of an evil disease, which left her bedridden and finally cold and putrid lying on her canopy bed. The day was slow to pass. There was no noise, not even a buzz from a fly. We did nothing and I eventually left when I, staring at the ceiling for a copious amount of time, looked at her and saw her asleep. I came to the doorstep of her house as I had always done on Tuesdays. The brown doormat was underneath my Keds and I rang the doorbell. Seconds later a man appeared, scanned every part of my body then let me in by gesticulating with his left hand. Tim Rand was Meredith’s father. Tim is a tall man, average looking, but very intelligent, or so Meredith tells me. He walks toward the kitchen, slovenly wipes his hand on his open robe and pours coffee into his white and blue striped mug. I sit in a plastic covered chair in the dining room because there is a myriad of things strewn over at the couch. While reaching in a silver cabinet I see his scrotum sticking out of the slit of his boxers., embarrassed, I snap my head somewhere else, at the floor opposite of him. From the cabinet Tim retrieves a single packet of sugar, tears it open, and watches as the little white snowflake like crystals drop into his black coffee. Milk is the finishing additive, then he stirs, peers over at me, yells for Meredith, and sits to enjoy his toast and coffee. I hear him eating, the crisp chew of the toast, the slurp and gulp of the coffee. What is taking her so long, I thought. “How old are you?” he asks while conveniently looking at a newspaper near him. “Seventeen.” I tell him quickly. “Do you like sex?” he said casually as if he had asked me what my favorite color was. I look up at him, my eyes are opened wide. “What?” I said a little outraged. Meredith walks out of her room not knowing what had happened. “Good morning dad, oh, hi Laurel.” “Uh, hi Edith . . . lets go.” I quickly walk out of the house, almost sprinting. Meredith notices a perturbed expression on my face and rests her hand on my shoulder. “Is everything alright?” she asks in a concerned speech. I hesitate to answer but nod my head. The sun is shining brightly, people are jogging, walking their dogs, or going somewhere. Even though it is bright, I feel cold, and I dig my cold hands in the pockets of my warming jacket. I told him not to cry, petting his curly, dirty blond hair, I comforted him what little ways I could. I told him it was okay, that his mother would be here to tuck him in his cushiony crib, kiss him on the cheek, and read a Gary Soto book while he drifted on to sleep. The green lava lamp helped occupy his eyes wonder whatever near two year olds think of. He looked so peaceful when he finally slept.

Dream starts with me being in the car with two dream friends. We’re just driving around together not knowing where to go, when we cross the border into Canada by accident. The two of them freak out, but I’m all calm and basically ‘who cares’. At that point we come to a fork in the road, they want to go left, onto a highway, but I don’t want too. They then suggest that I go visit our guy friends. I tell them no, because it would be weird if I went by myself. My friends then exchange looks because they know why I don’t want to go. Apparently, in the dream, I have a crush on one of the guys, but he’s a player and barely acknowledges me as a friend. I’m convinced, however, that he’s just hiding his feelings. My friends then agree to go with me. We then drive forward a little ways and park at this diner/skate park place. I grab a skateboard out of the car and start to head in, my friends tell me they’re going to wait outside. I head in and look for my dream guy friends. I can’t find them, but I find this other group of guys looking to form a skate boarding team. I kick their buts, then one of them tells me I’m on the team now, kicking him, the weak link, of the team. Some of my dream guy friends then begin to show up. They also earn spots on the team. The ‘weak link’ then says now he’s waay off the team. I’m starting to get upset because my dream ‘crush’ hasn’t shown up. I start to skateboard again. Just then he arrives and we perform a series of tricks beside each other that ‘wow’ everybody. Inside I’m so nervous I keep thinking I’m going to screw up. My ‘crush’ then high-five’s me without even looking at me and goes to hang out with the guys. Dream shift I’m at home watching TV with my parents, who suddenly love the show they hate/tolerate in rl. I don’t remember much here, except someone takes me and mother to this weird place. There I can stick out my hand into this machine where I can make something that will allow me to see my ‘crush’s’ true feelings for me if I want it bad enough. I almost don’t get it, but I end up making this pink gemstone that’s kind of long in shape. I turn to leave, but somehow I also make another one that’s round and green. I then take the stones and leave. Dream shift I don’t remember much here… It’s Christmas and it’s snowing, I think we’re all running for the airport. My ‘crush’ takes my bags and runs way ahead of me with them. Dream shift I think it’s summer here. We’re all at a pool, it’s overcast and my ‘crush’ is barely paying me any attention and is flirting with some blonde. I get out of the water to get my towel and talk to my dad (huh? Lol) just at the same time as he moves to sit by dad. He says nothing to me, but watches as I dry off. Then there’s a scream or something, and he gets up and runs to the edge of the pool on the other side. I jump in the water to follow him. He and some other guys are already there and they’re all crouched beside a towel that has a guy’s head inside it, one of my dream guy friends. They ask who did this to him, and he says (yep, a talking head) that a rival gang did it. Dream shift: It’s another Christmas, an, apparently in my dream, two years since I’ve gotten the stones. My ‘crush’ is now with the blonde that was at the pool. We’re both staying at his house, only now, he’s an old man as a side effect from the stones (I think I’m the only one who notices this). The next part I remember, is for him asking me to do something ( I don’t remember what) and it is at that point I decide not to renew the stones and to let him be happy on his own. I then step outside (onto the roof), where it is cold, windy, and snowing. I balance on the roof and walk over to this mine car thing and begin shoveling ice (? Lol). His girlfriend opens a window at that point and starts telling me how worthless I am and how I should just leave because he wants her and not me. I tell her I’m planning too. My ‘crush’ then shows up and asks why I’m outside, he then pulls me into the house where it’s pitch black. I can see the girlfriend clearly, but only his eyes. The girlfriend is furious and they have a fight in front of me, after which she leaves to go mop the floors. He then turns to talk to me, but I just give him the stones that waste away in his hands. I then run out of the house. Dream shift It’s pouring outside, and I keep wanting shelter, but instead I keep running. I’m in the shopping area from when I was a little kid. I’m just about to make a turn for home (my home when I was little) when I realize I’ve haven’t seen how he would treat me without the stones (huh? Lol). I turn around to head to his house and it stops raining and just becomes overcast. I run for a little while and almost forget where his house is, but then I remember. When I get there, his driveway has become a massive bowling lane, I run down it. I see him standing there at the end, young again and with no girlfriend. He pulls me into a hug and the dream ends. What did my dream mean?

For 3 weeks I plan on staying in a motel room. The motel does not allow freezers or refridgerators in the rooms. Since I can't eat out all the time I plan on having 2 coolers in the room. One with regular ice for milk, orange juice, lettice and cold cuts. I plan on having another cooler with dry ice in the motel room for ice cream, frozen pizza, waffles and tv dinners. How often would I need to replace the dry ice in the cooler?

For 3 weeks I plan on staying in a motel room. The motel does not allow freezers or refridgerators in the rooms. Since I can't eat out all the time I plan on having 2 coolers in the room. One with regular ice for milk, orange juice, lettice and cold cuts. I plan on having another cooler with dry ice in the motel room for ice cream, frozen pizza, waffles and tv dinners. How often would I need to replace the dry ice in the cooler?

Before I start, I know some seizures don't always make you fall to the ground and sometimes you might not even realli know its A seizure. So Thats exactly why im asking this question. Almost once every day, Out of no where I get really nervous and my hands start to tingle (Pins and needles) and my mouth gets very dry. I shake and my hands get ICE cold. When this happens I can't sit still and I keep shaking my hands to try to get that numbness feeling away. Sometimes my heart races and sometimes it dosn't. Now though, I don't think it is anxiety because im calm when it happens and my heart really dont pound as long as I stay calm. I also feel confused and detached when these 'Attacks' happen. I heard these are some symptoms of A seizure and also A Panic Attack. How do you really know the difference? Im scared that im going to die from A seizure or something even worse. I also notice, these attacks happen 10x Worse the day after I drink alcohol. So I dont drink at all anymore SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME. I FEEL ALONE, SCARED AND STRESSED OUT.

For 3 weeks I plan on staying in a motel room. The motel does not allow freezers or refridgerators in the rooms. Since I can't eat out all the time I plan on having 2 coolers in the room. One with regular ice for milk, orange juice, lettice and cold cuts. I plan on having another cooler with dry ice in the motel room for ice cream, frozen pizza, waffles and tv dinners. How often would I need to replace the dry ice in the cooler?