Beach wedding reception in california?

OK, everyone’s really being helpful with the answering of which beach to be married at along the california coastline. NOW, here’s where I’ve been having trouble finding information. I want to set up a canopy, and have the reception there, on the beach, not at a restraunt nearby or at a hotel, right there on the beach. Now:). Has anyone done this yet or know how it can be done, if it’s ever been done? I’m planning a sunset wedding, with the reception afterwards, but a brunch before the wedding, complicated right?:) but… the tent will basically be up all day, so. Anyone knows how and where I can accomplish this? thanks

How should we handle this?????

Ok, here is the situation. My nephew is 10 years old and a bit out of control with his behavior. I think it is because both of his parents work and my parents pretty much watch him everyday so it is almost like he is being raised by my parents instead of his parents. My husband and I own a canopy tent that we put up for parties and stuff like that and this week we are putting it up in my parents yard because the family has a party coming up. I know that my nephew will be there because my brother and sister in law will be helping to put the canopy tent up. Last time we tried to put it up my nephew was out of control and trying to boss everybody around and would not slow down and I remember my husband getting very angry with him because he was frustrated with him and was afraid of the tent ripping because of how my nephew was acting. My nephew was trying to take the project over. Which he kept getting way out of line. What can we do this time so that we don’t have a repeat of that this time? Should we maybe mention something to his parents beforehand?
I should add that the tent is on the large side and it was pretty expensive so that is one of the reasons why his behavior was such an issue last time.
I also add too that everytime my husband or I try to correct him on his behavior that my parents or his parents always step on our toes about it and pretty much tell us that we can’t do that and that they will handle him.
tjstlouismo, I understand where you are coming from but I can do without the rudeness. Also, there is no way a 10 year old will be in charge of putting the tent up. We paid a lot of money for it and are not willing to put a 10 year old in charge of it. Think about it. Would you put your child in charge of something so expensive?
tjstlouismo, my parents raised me just fine. My point about my parents raising him is that they are the grandparents and they won’t discipline him like they did me and his parents are working all the time so they are not around to do that either so he is having issues with having good manners because he does not know right from wrong. That was the point that I was trying to make.

How can I make this better?

He could see hundreds of people raising tents, setting up tables, hanging lanterns, and making all types of exotic foods in the distance of the field. The party was the only thing on his mind, and all the Abora stuff felt like a day in the past. Even better, people didn’t bother asking for his autograph because they were so engaged and distracted by the party.
“So, I am surprised you didn’t recognize me, with all the talk going around,” Max said, laying his shoulders back, letting the sun shine on his face.
“I actually did recognize you, but that’s not why I decided to go with you to the party,” Alexis replied.
“I’m glad you see it that way, I get tired of people asking for my autograph.”

As they arrived at the field Max set the groceries down near the blue canopy tent, where Alexis and her family were setting up an eating contest. His mouth dropped, looking further into the field. He knew there had to be thousands of people, tents were scattered all over, with tables, chairs, appetizer stands, contests, and loads of barrels with fresh tea.
“Whoa, that’s a lot of people,” he said with astonishment.
“Last time there was more. This event his held every five years and people from all over Hitrea come and visit. It’s quite a party, you know. So many people coming together at one place.”

Do you believe that the Bible is the most scientifically accurate book in the whole world?

God is the best writer ever. Consider that the Bible is the most scientifically accurate book in the whole world. God, with his infinite wisdom, revealed a lot of scientific foreknowledge in the Bible to prove that he wrote it. Isn’t God amazing? Below is proof that the Bible knew the earth was round before it was widely known.

Isaiah 40:22
He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth, and its people are like grasshoppers. He stretches out the heavens like a canopy, and spreads them out like a tent to live in.

Is there a way to calculate the area of this canopy?

I bought a tent for a backyard party. I need to know the area of the canopy of the top of the tent, because I want to buy fabric to drape on the underside to give it a nicer look. Right now I’m storing it in my parent’s garage out of town so I can’t go measure the canopy.

The dimensions are- 12′ x 26′ x 6′ 8″ Center Peak Height: 10′ 2″

Here’s a link to the tent I bought.

http://www.canadiantire.ca/AST/browse/4/Auto/PortableShelters/PortableSheltersCanopies/PRDOVR~0371110P/Mutli-purpose%252BCanopy%25252C%252B12x26-ft..jsp?locale=en

Is there a mathematical formula for this that would help me figure it out? I kinda remember Pythagorean theorem from high school, but don’t know really know if that applies to this or not.

Thanks in advance
Thank you SOOO much. I knew it applied but I could remember how. Now I can go and order fabric!

Why do people think Isaiah 40:22 refers to a spherical planet?

“He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth, and its people are like grasshoppers. He stretches out the heavens like a canopy, and spreads them out like a tent to live in.”

Anyone with a brain-stem knows a circle is a two dimensional (AKA FLAT) object, whereas a sphere is 3 dimensional.

would you read? what do you think? help please!?

Ella
I feel pleasantly woozy as I shut my window and slip into my canopy bed. It’s nights like these when I remember why I am alive. Swaddling myself in flannel sheets, I curl up into a ball and pull the plaid duvet over my head. I can still smell the smoke in my hair from the bonfire. I am so relieved that my parents went out of town this weekend. My soft mattress swallows me as I melt and become one with the satin pillowcase. Night is a time of peacefulness, of rest, of relaxation. Night is an escape from the sharp reality of high school situations. I’ve always been the dreamer, the one who wanted to fly high. The one who has the potential to fly high. My thoughts continually float from scheme to scheme, constantly pondering the detail of everything. I can be a very mean person- in my head. I process plans that could ruin the lives of those around me. Inside my mind, I am vengeful; in reality, I’m not. I can’t stand to watch others experience pain. My mom says that I’m just nice, and that nice people don’t have good high school experiences. Although, I don’t think I would consider my high school experience bad. I have a 4.5 GPA and am a 3 season varsity athlete, it’s just a question of the amount of fun I’m having.
My eyelids seal shut as my mind slips into a world of endless possibilities, a world without stress or situations to handle. A world that is a blank slate waiting to be written at the hands of my whims. My limp body melds with the tent of blankets and…
Clouds of magenta fog surround me as I clasp a soft, masculine hand. I see his wispy silhouette through the mist. My heart starts to throb as an internal fire flushes throughout my entire body. Panels of blue silk fall from the sky and billow to the ground. I can see only his eyes as he steps forward to embrace me. Whether it was from the alcohol of earlier that night or my own general personality, a sort of loopy romanticism washes over me as I feel him kiss my forehead.
I wriggle happily and roll over to my left, when a heavy thump of great force on the bed breaks my slumber. I hear a spring break upon impact and by reflex immediately sit up. I see a dark figure making sharp, indecisive movements next to the edge of my bed, torn between me and the window of escape. Although it is only a few moments, a few ticks of the second hand on a clock, time slows down for the deciding moments of one’s life. More clearly and more memorable can a few important seconds be than the hours upon hours and days upon days in the scheme of our lives. And it only takes a moment for me to glimpse his face and know why he is here.
My wave of panicked adrenaline hasn’t even had time to arrive when his muscular left arm swings a large mallet towards the right side of my head. The last thing I hear is a shrill shriek whose owner is unbeknownst to me.

Jennifer
Mundane would probably be the perfect word to describe my life right now. Sit, sleep, eat, work: life in prison isn’t very exciting. Not to mention trying to do all these things, which is just as difficult. Working in the prison speaks for itself, I don’t quite think anyone finds kitchen duty exciting. Eating is difficult, because of the quality of the food we’re given. If I ever leave here, remind me never to eat another oyster, glass of grape juice, or stick of beef jerky. I’ve had enough of those to last a lifetime. Sleeping isn’t even a time for relaxation, because the makeshift beds do no justice to the rigid floor upon which we (as in, us inmates) live.
My new lifestyle, however boring it is, is very contrasting to that of my old town, Ridgestone. A small town with large houses, one could barely walk down the street without recognizing nine out of the ten people that they passed. The only form of entertainment other than parties where people drunk their parent’s alcohol was to sit at Starbucks and drink exciting caffeinated beverages. Even in comparison to Ridgestone, mundane would certainly be the perfect word to describe my life right now. Ever noticed how mundane events or rituals are always preceded by exciting ones? For example, think back to your first day of kindergarten. Remember how excited you were, with your new backpack, your new teacher, and all of your new friends? That first day of kindergarten began a long stretch of monotony that would end on Graduation Day, senior year.
Senior year was supposed to be my year, my time to shine. I know it’s very clichéd, but I always imagined myself at prom, surrounded by a gorgeous boyfriend and my best friends.
It’s almost comical how wrong I was. Now I’m confined to a jail cell, with no close friends and only prison-guards to keep me company. No dancing and dresses either. I am a 17 year old in jail because I was convicted of killing my best friend the summer before senior year.
I writhe under the scratchy blanket. Luxurious is no word to portray the clammy and musty box that I live in. It’s always

would you keep reading? help needed…?

Ella
I feel pleasant as I shut my window and slip into my canopy bed. Swaddling myself in flannel sheets, I curl up into a ball and pull the plaid duvet over my head. My soft mattress swallows me as I melt and become one with the satin pillowcase. Night is a time of peacefulness, of rest, of relaxation. Night is an escape from the sharp reality of high school situations. I’ve always been the dreamer, the one who wanted to fly high. The one who has the potential to fly high. My thoughts float from scheme to scheme, constantly pondering the detail of everything. Inside my mind, I’m a very mean person. I create plans that could ruin the lives of those around me. Inside my mind, I am vengeful; in reality, I’m not. I can’t stand to watch others experience pain. My mom says that I’m just nice, and that nice people don’t have good high school experiences. Although, I don’t think I would consider my high school experience bad. I have a 4.5 GPA and am a 3 season varsity athlete, it’s just a question of the amount of fun I’m having.
My eyelids seal shut as my mind slips into a world of endless possibilities, a world without stress or situations to handle. A world that is a blank slate waiting to be written at the hands of my whims. My limp body melds with the tent of blankets and…
Clouds of magenta fog surround me as I clasp a soft, masculine hand. I see his wispy silhouette through the mist. My heart starts to throb as an internal fire flushes throughout my entire body. Panels of blue silk fall from the sky and billow to the ground. I can see only his eyes as he steps forward to embrace me. Whether it was from the alcohol of earlier that night or my own general personality, a sort of loopy romanticism washes over me as I feel him kiss my forehead.
I wriggle happily and roll over to my left, when a heavy thump of great force on the bed breaks my slumber. I hear a spring break upon impact and by reflex immediately sit up. I see a dark figure making sharp, indecisive movements next to the edge of my bed, torn between me and the window of escape. Although it is only a few moments, a few ticks of the second hand on a clock, time slows down for the deciding moments of one’s life. More clearly and more memorable can a few important seconds be than the hours upon hours and days upon days in the scheme of our lives. And it only takes a moment for me to glimpse his face and know why he is here.
My wave of panicked adrenaline hasn’t even had time to arrive when his muscular left arm swings a large mallet towards the right side of my head.

this is a rough draft

the rest of the story is told from the point of view of her best friend who embarks on a quest to ensnare her killer

Does this sound okay?

Chapter 1

The thick smell of smoke filled the air and crowded my mind as I tried to think. My head was spinning painfully in endless circles. I could have sworn it was these woods; they were cutting off my mind, making this whole dang trip frustrating. Finally, I racked my brain for an idea. Maybe I could, ah, take a little detour… I carefully unzipped the nylon tent, so Hazel wouldn’t wake. It was dark, making it so you could only see the outline of the thickets and trees. Quickly, I ran over to the other side of the camp site, flinching with every crunch of the gravel. The damp log, which I decided to sit on, was perched around the burnt out campfire.
Wasn’t I supposed to like the woods? I mean, my name is Willow; shouldn’t I enjoy the fact that all around me was wilderness? Maybe, but I couldn’t with the constant nagging thought of who I was here with—Hazel. Why was I here?! I kept telling myself it would all turn out okay, maybe just to save my insanity, but I knew deep in me that this wouldn’t help anything.
In the distance, a bird chirp echoed through the grounds. I made a silent promise to myself that I would come out of this place with a new lesson. There was absolutely no point in suffering this much, with no motivation or reward.
Thinking back to the beginning of the school year, I realized it was the reason I was here.

* * *

I fidgeted in my room for ten minutes, pacing back and forth. I spun around to check the clock; it read six-thirty in the morning. Making sure my hair was brushed thoroughly, my shoes were double knotted and my clothes—a dressy shirt and jeans—were smooth and wrinkle free, I walked over to sit in front of my full vanity.
This is stupid, I told myself. I shouldn’t be nervous. I shouldn’t hate today, but it was true. I had loathed the first day of my seventh grade all summer. Really, the only thing I wanted to say right now was that I am staying in Elementary School. Middle School was stupid. Middle School was like being stuck between two worlds, not exactly fitting into either. I had finished Elementary School, but I was not yet in High School. Knowing I was at this point made me feel like a misfit, which didn’t match my friends views on our new grade. They are ecstatic, and have probably been waiting for this day all of their lives.
Staring at my auburn hair in the mirror, brushing through the waves repeatedly, I tried reassuring myself that today wouldn’t be as bad as I thought it would. Seventh grade couldn’t be much different from sixth; just one year older. Maybe the only reason for my worries was that I was staying at the same school for the second year, instead of moving away for my father’s job as a lawyer.
I turned around to try to preoccupy myself. My room was large, considering that it was originally the master bedroom. My parents had thought it was too small so they built a bigger room for them. The big king sized canopy bed was placed on the other side of the room. In front of it was the large television that hung on the wall, and the oak coffee table underneath it. On top of that was my navy blue backpack, stuffed with notebooks and freshly sharpened pencils. I quickly looked away, trying to ignore the feeling that they gave me. Instead, I looked along the edges of the purple painted walls.

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I burned a hole in my tent at the bottom on the floor where it’s the tarp like material. How can I patch it?

Basically I was thinking of getting another tarp and cutting out 2 patches, then rubber cementing one on each side of the hole. Is this the best way? I know that they make tent patching kits, but I thought they were for the upper more fabric like portion. This is on the bottom where it’s like a tarp.

Has anyone tried using a tarp instead of a tent while backpacking?

How is it? Any bug trouble?

Tarp tent/ six moon designs/ best tarp tent option?

I recently researched the tarp tent below:

http://www.sixmoondesigns.com/shop/shopexd.asp?id=47

It is airy and easy to sent up like a tarp, has a bug mesh and a reliable floor. It doesn’t require tent poles but can be set up with hiking poles and sleeps two. It is extremely light and packs very small.

I think this is the best shelter out on the market for two people, but it’s expensive. Other manufacturers that make similar products (GoLite, Black Diamond) are either more expensive or not as good with fewer features.

Are there any other tarp tent manufacturers out there with better prices? I’m not interesting in anything that requires more than a hiking pole or two to set up or anything without a floor/bug net. Thanks.
I like that MSR, the overhang in particular. I looked at the specs and the pdf, couldn’t tell if it came with netting or not.

As to making my own stuff, thanks for the compliment dude, but trust me, I don’t have near the skills or patience for that kind of work. I’ve read of guys doing that, pretty amazing. For me, the instructions could be in crayon and I still wouldn’t get it.

I’m planning my sons birthday party and i’m looking for a park that has a build in canopy inside the park?

I would like picnic tables under the canopy but i can provide my own…. I live in the east bay… but i wouldnt mind going a little farther than that.

Question about canopy and party?!?

I’m having a graduation party, and I’m expecting at least 10-20 people to show up, and I need a canopy, do you think that this one :: http://www.walmart.com/ip/Variflex-Quick-Shade-Weekender-81-Canopy/8399973 would be big enough to fit that many people under it if it rains?

Can you eat canopies?

A friend told me she went to a cocktail party where they served canopies. How can you eat canopies?

Im going away to VA for 2 weeks, I have a car canopy already, should I still cover it with a car cover?

How do you remove the canopy to an Evenflo Embrace Infant car seat?

This seat was manufactured in Oct 2006, has been in storage. I need to wash it now for use in August, and can not get the canopy off? Anyone know how?

Our new car seat doesn’t come with a canopy, where can I find one to keep the sun out of my LO’s eyes?

Combi used to make one, but every website I go to says they don’t have it in stock, so maybe there are no more. A sunshade on the window – whether suction cup or stick on – has to be placed lower on my car‘s window b/c my car has some strange tint stuff on the inside top of the window. So a canopy would work best – any suggestions?

tent worms how do i keep them away from home live in wooded area?

i am surrounded by woods how can i keep these worms off my yard i find them all over my patio and porch its a large amount is there any spray i can use around my yard to keep them away

where can i buy clear vinyl tent material?

i want to use the same material party caterers use to enclose my patio for dinners and parties

Advise on buying a tent?

I know theres not too much of Summer left, We’re in Northeast Ohio. We did out first family camping trip the other week, and cant wait for more. We used my sisters tent and supplies basicly. Should we continue useing hers, which isnt a problem. Tent could be bigger but we manage. Our should we buy on now, or next year. I like the tents with a screen patio and found on in the Kmart flyer. What do you all think?

http://kmart.shoplocal.com/kmart/Default.aspx?action=browsepagedetail&storeid=2422215&rapid=430829&listingid=-2092975161&pretailerid=-99572

Is that a good tent, brand?
We have two kids so the large tent that can have a wall like this is perfect I thought.
Thanxs!

What is the average time it takes to settle a simple car property damage claim?

A couple of weeks ago my family and I ate at a local Chick-fil-a. We were the only ones in the restaurant at the time and the employees were setting up for one of their many events. While we were inside eating we saw a large tent/canopy blow across the parking lot because it was not staked down and it was very windy. It ended up damaging my car.

The claim is being handled by a company called Sedgwick and I sent the adjuster photos and an estimate I had done as soon as she contacted me. She sent her own appraiser out as well who said he agreed with the estimate I had gotten (I gave him a copy).

I called the adjuster Friday to check the status and she said she rec’d the appraiser’s report but they were still investigating and needed to talk to everyone who was on the parking lot that day (a whole 2 people-both were employees setting up for the event).

This seems like a pretty simple claim so I was hoping to get it resolved soon. I know every company is different and have their own procedures to follow, just looking for a ball park time frame as to how long it usually takes claims like this to get settled.
akristel2003 — sorry I don’t know who gave you a thumbs down, but it wasn’t me, promise! it won’t even let me vote because I’m not a “level 2″ member. I appreciate your answer.

Help!!!!!!!?

Tent Help Please…..!!!!!!!!?
I have a screened in canopy tent that i need to use tommrow and i lost the directions!! If you have a site that i could find directions or have the directions please help me!! It looks exactly like the one in the picture….. http://shopping.msn.com/reviews/shp/?ite… . Thanks so much!!

where could i find a fabric like this?

the fabric on the canopy tent thing

http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?isProduct=true&color=000&navAction=jump&parentid=A_FURN_BEDROOM&id=18439505

any online stores or places where i could find fabric like this?
thanks

Who should pay for damage, the host or the guest who caused it??

We borrowed a neighbor’s tent/canopy for an outdoor party at our house. My husband’s brother was setting off fireworks and one landed on top the canopy which caused 2 small holes (about dime size or smaller). My husband feels it is our responsibility to replace the canopy since we were hosting the party. I feel his brother should at least offer to pay for some of it since he was setting off the fireworks. But since we will probably end up paying for it I feel that we shouldn’t allow fireworks at the party at all, since we are responsible for the damage. My husband again disagrees which is causing us to cancel our annual party all together.

Can you give me an Estimate?

How many people can fit under a 20′x20′ canopy tent
15′x15′ canopy tent
How many people does a 60′ round table sit
round banquet table 6′
round banquet table 8′

How high above the Earth would God need to be for people to appear the size of Grasshoppers?

He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth, and its people are like grasshoppers. He stretches out the heavens like a canopy, and spreads them out like a tent to live in. Isaiah 40:22

Eg. Satellite images don’t show people so I would guess God would need to be sitting below satellite height

Can I use a canopy tent as a paint booth?

I want to paint a the front bumper of my car and I have the tools. But there’s a problem. I don’t have a paint booth. I was wondering if it’s possible to make a paint booth using a tent canopy, two industrial fans and air filters.

Can you put up a canopy tent on virginia beach?

we’re going on vacation and hoping we dont have to rent umbrellas, so does anyone know if we can put up a canopy tent?

What kind of paint would be best for a “denier polyester” pop-up tent canopy?

I am looking to paint a large logo on a 10′ X 10′ folding tent canopy & am wondering if anyone knows a good paint that will last the sun and folding for at least 2 or more years on denier polyester?

Thanks in advance.