Over the next several days, we will be posting letters written by early childhood education supporters in response to our August 26th post. We hope that Governor Perdue is listening.
Dear Governor Purdue-
It was with great dismay that I recently learned that Smart Start was not included in programs exempt from the additional 5% cut in funding you are planning for state programs this year. As I understand it this would result in an additional $10 million dollars in funding cuts for this program. I worked with Sue Smith, Stephanie Fanjul, and Governor Hunt in the early nineties to help make Smart Start a reality, and I have seen first hand the positive impact that this program has had on young children and their families all over the state. I could bore you with a string of facts and numbers about Smart Start’s impact of health, development, and school performance, but let’s just say of all the programs I have been associated with in over 40 years of work in education this is one of the few that deserves to be continued with strong support. Please consider exempting Smart Start from this additional reduction. The children of North Carolina are counting on you.
After several years of Ice Skating hiatus, I have finally decided that now is the time to embrace again one of my favorite sport of all times (with the help and persuasion of Miel, she is the one responsible for it, for she is the one who really loves to skate again). I remember, way back when I was a kid, as in very very young, I saw teenagers breezing their way into the air, using their rollerskates and rollerblades.
It seems to me as if they are dancing freely with the air, arms wide, hugging the freshness and coolness of the air, the atmosphere and the art of flying (even without lifting their selves up). And I said to my mother, that I wanted to learn that too. So there she is, my usual loyal stage mother, had me learned how to skate with an instructor in Luneta Park (before, they used to maintain an oval skating rink there in front of National Museum).
My first attempt was exciting, I fell flat on my face when I started to do my own thing, and skated in a faster mode without perfecting my balance yet (silly me, always been aggressive to learn). See, another moral lesson when I was still a kid, never estimate the power of the learning process, for there is a reason that it is a process and not just another balloon which floats up in air when released from its string.
So, i perfected the art of balancing in my roller blades. And whenever I would skate, it feels as if I found my escape from everything. It felt so good to be able to hug the air on my own now, controlling my feet where it would take me (but not far, coz I usually just go here in the corners, hehe).
Now, here is the challenge – ICE Skating…
Yes. Early on, after I finished my doctoral degree on skating by land, I embarked on my next career, and that is slaying the Ice Monster. hahaha. And I think, I was around 7 or 8 years old that time that I learned how to skate by ice. And goodness, I tell you, it is hard, and yes, I fell in a pool of melting Ice too, but, I learned again. Hahaha. I never reached the Doctoral Degree though, because I stopped my academics after I reached grade 1. Haha. It is just so hard for me, and I vow that my skating ability is meant for land basis only.
Then now, at the age of 24,I finally found myself thinking over if I can still do it again, for they say that once you learned something, it becomes and integral part of you which cannot be erased anymore. Provided that you are willing to do it again, so willpower eh?
Haha. Look at me, 29 August 2009 at the SM Megamall after several years of not stepping on the Ice Monster:
Thinking if I can do this again? Yes I can.
hahaha. that was just meant to confuse yah. How about this one? I really enjoyed it!
Haha. I did it! Even with my Grade 1 background
And here is the culprit of my desire to come back and start from Grade 2 with the Ice Monster:
Miel: Defender of the Ice Universe
It is a fun Saturday. I fell only once again. Hahaha, and I’ve got blisters on my feet, but that did not stop me from skidding, gliding and skating.
Another thing I notice though, adult skates are way heavier than what i remembered before. Lots of tons on my feet, but when I glided my way doing lapses (not that fast ha), I feel free. Free from everything, like frustrations, career episodes, personal dramas, political confusion and the likes.
My mind has gone from the moment I allowed my feet to glide, I found an innate silence. Peaceful and free.
I will try to learn how to level up my experience on this one. For I never know when shall I be star in my own right.
Stress can be fun if you harvest it correctly, into your children. Instilling values like second place is for the biggest loser or even though you were runner up that still means you were weren’t the prettiest or the most talented. By teaching your child not to fail you put tremendous pressure on them, some might say it’s unhealthy but that’s usually the people that are losers or have loser children. It’s a simple philosophy, you teach your child that failing is shameful and that your love for them is contingent on them always winning. This will either drive them to be very successful or push them over the edge emotionally, to a state of unhappiness that will result in failed suicide attempts (and when they fail at trying to kill themselves, make sure to point out how they are a complete failure because they didn’t even do that right).
During school tours for prospective students and their parents, the question I am most often asked is: How do you get the children to share?
It’s an obvious question for parents to ask, considering there’s only one of each material on the shelves and up to 24 children in each classroom. I wish I could distill what happens in a Montessori classroom down to a quick and easy solution for parents to apply at home, but I doubt that is possible. Come to think of it, even I don’t really know how children in our classrooms have such an easy time sharing. They just do…
Consider the case of the four paintbrushes… During summer school, I took five children outside to paint our volcano. Our group consisted of a girl who just turned 3, another girl of 3.5, a boy of 4, another girl of 4.5, and a boy who recently turned 5. They had all been students in the Montessori environment for one year, except for the 5-year old, who’d been there for two years. I took four different paints, four containers, and four paintbrushes. We set the volcano down on the grass, I put the painting materials on the ground, and I invited them to decorate the volcano. Each child took a paintbrush, and the 4-year old piped up, “I don’t have a paintbrush!”
“Well,” I replied matter-of-factly, “Then you’re all going to have to share and take turns.” I waited to see if this particularly energetic and impulsive 4-year old would snatch a paintbrush from the 3-year old’s hand. However, all he did was look around at his friends to see what they were doing. Suddenly, I heard the 4.5-year old girl say, “Here, you can use my brush.”
She handed the boy her brush and sat back to watch the others work. The boy thanked her, and as he did so, the 3-year old girl said to the newly brushless girl, “Use my brush.” The brush was passed from one girl to the other, and the children kept painting. Moments later, the 5-year old said, “Could I please have the brown?” The child who had been using the brown looked up and, without hestitation, handed the brown paint and corresponding brush and took the one that was no longer wanted. “Could I use the purple, please?” asked the 3.5-year old, and the 4-year old boy immediately put his brush down and handed it over with a smile. Somebody handed a brush to the 3-year old girl who had voluntarily surrendered her brush, and they continued in this way for at least 10 minutes, until they decided their volcano was ready.
I sat back silently throughout the activity, observing and marveling at their social skills and maturity. What is it about a Montessori environment that teaches children to behave in this manner? I doubt that my presence had much to do with it. I simply pointed out that the situation called for them to share, and after that I stepped back and remained a silent witness to their interactions. There were no threats or punishments, no rewards or praise. There was simply an expectation on my part, and an understanding on theirs: If they wanted to participate in the activity, they would have to share.
This phenomenon can be witnessed daily in a Montessori classroom, and it’s one more example of the magic that occurs when the ground rules (limits) are in place, the expectations are set, the adult is willing to release the reins, and the abilities and potentialities of the children are respected and nurtured.
If you have experience in the Montessori classroom, I would love to hear your thoughts. In your opinion, what are the aspects of the prepared environment that show the child how to share?
Dear Stinkin’,
First Miracle
I lay on my stomach prostrate before the Lord. My heart beating in perfect rhythm to the words of prayer that rapidly traveled across my lips, tears freely flowed down my cheeks as I sent up a special prayer, my mind firmly fixed on the image of a tender young baby barely more than a year old. I begged God to please keep this little angel alive for he is sure to grow into a mighty man to be used for His purpose and his time here on Earth has not yet finished. For this young soul trapped inside the mortal body of a sick baby has not yet completed touching, changing and adding to the lives of all he comes into contact with. I didn’t just want this angel to stay alive, I needed him to brighten my world, the world of his parents and the world of everyone he meets. The dark crowded over me, the fibers on the floor soaking up my tears until my eyes grew too heavy to continue to look upon the day.
I woke up with the imprint of the rug etched into my face and the mumbled prayers continued throughout the day intermittently washed over with swells of tears that hushed my gentle pleas. Suddenly my heart quieted and as I frantically called upon a validation of what I already knew I dropped to my knees and thanked God for the verbal confirmation of the truth He’d gifted me through the phone lines. You’d made it through the night and you would every night there after. You were the first miracle of God I’d witnessed, you were the cured leper, the woman with the issue of blood suddenly run dry, the wedding refilled with wine, the sight given to blind Bartemeus. You were my first testimony of a time God miraculously answered prayers.
At two years old I watched again as you took teetering steps towards me, your face always aglow with the goodness of life. I choked back tears as I played on the floor with you, running cars over the human speed bumps of fingers and legs that got in the way. Scattering blocks across the living room when towers grew too tall or temptation grew too strong and they had to be knocked over. Falling asleep in my arms after a good meal or speeding around Toys R Us at an alarming pace throwing as many toys into the cart as possible while you alternated between squealing with delight and eying me wearily as I said yes to yet another request you made. You were the first miracle I witnessed. Witnessing the miracle of life that took place in you was my experience of watching man walk on water, the Red Sea part and Lazarus rise from the dead. You were my first testimony of a time God miraculously answered prayers. I saw God in you.
By age three and four your voice caused my heart to pitter-patter and loving you only caused me to love the Lord more because every pitch of your voice, every uttered word was a reminder of God’s miracle that He had performed. He used a child to train the minds of an adult more steadfastly upon Him, to remind me that God is omniscient and ever-powerful and that there is nothing God can’t do, including pull a child from the brink of death into these arms of mine. You woke up at 6 in the morning despite us just having fallen asleep at 3. You turned the quiet, peaceful existence of my home into a full-blown tornado within five minutes. You caused me to scream in terror as you leaped off the side of the pool into my awaiting arms, made me smile so hard I thought my face would crack as you chased my sister across the beach with a baseball bat, squawking back at the seagulls as they attempted to settle next to you in the sand. I watched in amazement as you moved closer to the edge of the tide pools, dangling your fingers to reach in and touch the trove of treasures that lay within. As I stifled a gasp I was reminded God used you to clinch my belief in the miracle of Jesus raising from the dead, the young boy’s lunch that fed the multitudes, the calming of the storm by the rebuking of waves and wind. You were my first testimony of a time God miraculously answered prayers.
You were the first miracle I saw God do, the first prayer I witnessed in my life being answered. You are my testimony, the reason I can lift my hands to the Lord with great confidence no matter what my situation looks like, comfort others in their time of need because I know God hears their prayers the same way he heard mine. You remind me of the miraculous healing God can do on the human body and solidify my understanding that no man can leave this Earth before his time is done.
You, Stinkin’, were the first miracle I whispered and every time I raise my hands in prayer I thank God for you and who I know you will become. You were my first testimony of a time God miraculously answered prayers. You were the miracle God used to make me believe.
Love Always,
Sunny
Health authorities have spent almost €30 million over the past five years on the care of asylum-seeking children in facilities where at least one child is disappearing every week, it has emerged.
FG’s immigration spokesman Denis Naughten said yesterday it was a national scandal that taxpayers were footing the bill for hostels which were little more than “grooming grounds” for those seeking to prey on vulnerable children.
“For the first six months of this year the HSE has paid out close to €3 million for hostel accommodation for immigrant children . . . ,” he said.”
The above article appeared in the Irish Times yesterday. It states quite clearly states that 1 child a week goes missing in state run facilities.
Why is this not a national scandal? Why are the shows of Joe Duffy & Gerry Ryan not overrun by concernced citizens eager to criticise this disgraceful situation? Why doesn’t anyone care?
Is it because we’re just too busy giving out about NAMA or does it have something to do with the fact that it is children seeking asylum who are going missing and not Irish children? An uncomfortable thought, isn’t it? To think that our land of welcoming green fields would turn a blind eye to the plight of 100’s of defenceless children just because they’re not Irish. Are we really that racist as a country?
Well I would venture to say yes, given that the front pages of our national newspapers prefer to talk about an English celebrities bankruptcy or an American Senators death instead of searching for and putting an end to this horrendous situation where young, vulernable children are being taken advantage of, used and abused.
Where is our outrage? Where is our compassion? Where is our humanity?
Thank you to Everyone for their participation today in our CIS Third Annual Golf Tournament at Pinehurst #8! It was a great success in multiple ways—we are so happy that we had the crowd that played golf, the crowd that volunteered to support the players and also for the crowd that came to see Sean Fister hit his Long Drive shots on hole #17.
The day was warm, but fun, and everyone had a great time. What could be more worth the effort than the children of Moore County that we support with our programs?
Thank you again, you are a wonderful & supportive community!
For all those people who want to find out if your partner is cheating or the password to your partner’s facebook/myspace/e-mail/msn and other. Or if you are a parent worrying about what your kid might be doing at the computer behind closed doors.
Business going bad? Time to check up on your employees surfing habits. But how to do this, without getting caught trying to get some information?
Keep reading, I have the solution for all of you people. I chose to introduce you to a keylogging/surveillance program after finally finding the tool that will give myself some answers to questions regarding my own relationship. I have searched for quite a long time and thought that there just aren’t any effective programs out there yet. But I found out that there is, it’s called All In One Keylogger, I gave it a try and I was honestly said frightened about the information it is able to collect, it will give you the answers to all your questions and suspiciousness.
The program fits for:
a) People in a relationship b) Business administration, finding out what your employees do when they “work” c) Parents who want to keep track of their kids.
From their homepage you can read about the futures of All In One Keylogger, as I find it a bit pointless to copy paste whole production info page. Don’t be scared off by the word keylogger, YOU are the master of the program, only you will ever have control of the logs, pictures and audio that it monitors. Below is a lot of information about the features and what the program does, I recommend to read it in order to get a idea about the program.
I chose to speak more about my personal experiences of the program instead of talking about all the futures, those can all be found by following the link above to the product site.
What does All In One Keylogger do?
All In One Keylogger logs all keystrokes and passwords that have been typed into crypted files on your computer, it tracks all windows and applications that have been launched, clipboard, chat conversations (sent and received), all Web sites that have been visited, e-mails sent and received.
You can set it to take screen snapshots every few seconds or on each mouse click, just like a surveillance camera. It can also record Microphone sounds and restrict the access to specified Web sites and applications if wanted. It can even be set up to send these logs to your e-mail or FTP for tracking when you are away!
Personally I hate it the times I get the feeling in my stomach that something might be going on when I’m away from my partner, this is the solution to get rid of the paranoia, or to get proof for your suspicions. It snaps up all usernames and passwords into the very easily readable log viewer supported in the All In One Keylogger program. And maybe even more importantly you can set it up to take screen snapshots every few seconds and view the pictures later. I chose to divide the potential usage areas into different categories, you might wonder what the All In One Keylogger could be good for, I’ll tell you.
Relationship: In the survey that took place in United States in the year of 2005 which includes married couples only, 56% of the participants of the survey said that during their marriage they had at least one sexual encounter with a person that is not their spouse. Are you living in a relationship and suspect that your partner is cheating on you, or doing other stuff he/she shouldn’t be doing on your/her computer (flirting harshly on community sites, MSN messenger contacts, webcam usage, microphone usage or visiting sites that are uncomfortable in a relationship.. the list goes on.
This is where All In One Keylogger can be there to save you from wasting time on your relationship, you wonder what your partner does when he/she is on the computer and you are away or working night shift. Well there is no reason to keep wondering and being paranoid about what she might be doing, you can find it out directly by downloading the trial version straight away (it is amazingly easy to set up, and the best part is that it is totally undetectable/invisible in windows, so no one can find out it’s installed and running.. read more on product site for more detailed info).
It basically records all keystrokes, and shows in which program the text has been typed in, stores visited sites and you can set it up to take a picture of the screen for example every 10 seconds!
Employers: In the survey that took place in Britain in the year 2006, 87% of the employees participating in the survey said that they surf on the internet during their work at least once a week. 73% of them said that they surf at least once a day. 23% of them said that they dedicate more time to surfing on the internet than to their work! In the additional survey that took place in the same year answered 36% of the employers, participants of the survey mentioned that they are afraid that secrets of the company will be sent to their competitors from the company computers by their employees. 4% announced that they fell victim to the theft of company secrets by their workers from the company computers.
Are you running a small sized company, and wonder why you aren’t getting as much work done as you should be getting. Well the solution is here, with All In One Keylogger you can make sure who are actually working and who are not. The result can be scary, you might find out that the employee is actually playing online poker half day or such, no wonder that the results aren’t so promising. There are a lot of people who don’t care as long as their getting paid, so they will just entertain themselves in some way instead of actually working.
Download trial (7 days free): http://www.plimus.com/jsp/download_trial.jsp?contractId=1682768&referrer=Niar
Parents: Today, almost every child has access to internet. This comes thanks to the advance in technology, but has also risks involved. Did you know that: The average age when the children encounter pornography in the internet is 11? The age of the largest pornography consumer group in the internet is between 12 to 17? 85% of children between the ages 6-16 encountered pornographic content intentionally or unintentionally (most of them while preparing their homework). 25% of children between ages 9-17 will freely disclose their home address in the internet? 60% of children who committed suicide, declared their intentions online directly or indirectly? One in five children who use the computer chat rooms has been approached over the internet by pedophiles? Only 25% of youth who received sexual solicitation told a parent.
The children today are very sophisticated and most of us parents don’t have the knowledge to know what they are doing behind their closed doors in front of the computer. Are they browsing to inappropriate websites, are they downloading illegal content using P2P programs that will in the future result in lawsuits of thousands of dollars? What personal information they disclose about themselves, are they talking to adults, or maybe they meet them?
All In One Keylogger has many features:
No activity on your computer will be able to evade this high quality Keylogger. Does your kid make secret chat conversations with adult strangers? Maybe even with a pedophile that searches for his next victim? Does he surf to pornographic sites? Maybe he even exposes his personal details where he is not supposed to? Does he use P2P programs, sharing copyrighted materials which could constitute a pretext to a lawsuit of tens thousands of dollars? Have you ever wondered why does your husband “work” on his computer so late at the night? Does he have a secret online lover?Have you ever wondered who is your wife’s “partner” she talks with all the time? Do your employees surf on the internet instead of doing their work which you pay them for? Do they sell company secretes to your competitors? A high quality Keylogger should give you the answers to all these questions. No activity will be able to evade from it. No undesirable activity will be able to evade from you! As said, a high quality Keylogger is an “All In One Keylogger”, so just press this link to download “All In One Keylogger”:
Download trial (7 days free): http://www.plimus.com/jsp/download_trial.jsp?contractId=1682768&referrer=Niar
Link for buying full version: https://www.plimus.com/jsp/buynow.jsp?contractId=1682768&referrer=Niar
I tried to bring up the most important things in this article, but there sure is more to read if you still aren’t sure, simply visit the links provided and read more about people who have bought the product or view the awards that the product has received. Everyone has different use or needs of the program, and it sure was a relief to my head after finally getting answer to my questions using this brilliant program.
I have a stinking cold, and there is no hope that Son 1 aged 4y 11m and Son 2 aged 23m won’t get it. Son 1 was in bed with me last night, his hands seeking my eyebrows and eyelashes, via my nose and mouth. Son 2 spends a great deal of time with his fingers up his own nostrils, and also trying to get them up mine. So although I’ve spent the day trying to Catch It Bin It and Kill It, I have a nasty feeling that next week, when I will be back at work after my holiday, when Son 1 starts reception and when it will all be a bit tense and fraught… I will have two littl’uns feeling awful. Never Mind. Being Positive. I’ve had a massive stretch of time with neither of them being ill.
We iced the cakes. Son 1 and Son 2 on their chairs. The liquorice allsorts, jelly sweets and sugar letters on the chopping boards. They stuffed their faces. And spat out the liquorice. I made icing – first time, ta da! – and they drew on it with writing pens, scattered sprinkles, and stuck sweets on. We had nine cakes, and they looked great. “Was this as much fun as you thought it would be?” I asked Son 1. “Yes. Can we do it again?” Yes. But we will swap our liquorice allsorts for dolly mixtures next time.
We went to Best Friend’s house for lunch. The whole Wednesday gang was there. Five year old – who we’ve hardly seen this year since he started school in January, his little brother aged 3 and a half… Best Friend aged nearly 5 and his little brother who’s just three, and Son 1 and Son 2. The five elder boys formed a wolf pack. Son 2 decided to stay with me. The two younger brothers were spat out. There was screeching, strutting, chasing, shoving. Best Friend accidentally head-butted one Wednesday Mum so hard her nose bled. Son 2 kept getting into various beds, making me think he’s already got The Bug. Five Year Old seemed incredibly grown up. I have such a clear mental picture of him at 17 weeks old, Son 1 at 9 weeks old, Best Friend at 5 weeks old, lying on pillows at Breastfeeding Group. Breastfed boys, organic and sugar-free in their early diets. They polished off the fairy cakes in seconds flat.
For all those people who want to find out if your partner is cheating or the password to your partner’s facebook/myspace/e-mail/msn and other. Or if you are a parent worrying about what your kid might be doing at the computer behind closed doors.
Business going bad? Time to check up on your employees surfing habits. But how to do this, without getting caught trying to get some information?
Keep reading, I have the solution for all of you people. I chose to introduce you to a keylogging/surveillance program after finally finding the tool that will give myself some answers to questions regarding my own relationship. I have searched for quite a long time and thought that there just aren’t any effective programs out there yet. But I found out that there is, it’s called All In One Keylogger, I gave it a try and I was honestly said frightened about the information it is able to collect, it will give you the answers to all your questions and suspiciousness.
The program fits for:
a) People in a relationship b) Business administration, finding out what your employees do when they “work” c) Parents who want to keep track of their kids.
From their homepage you can read about the futures of All In One Keylogger, as I find it a bit pointless to copy paste whole production info page. Don’t be scared off by the word keylogger, YOU are the master of the program, only you will ever have control of the logs, pictures and audio that it monitors. Below is a lot of information about the features and what the program does, I recommend to read it in order to get a idea about the program.
I chose to speak more about my personal experiences of the program instead of talking about all the futures, those can all be found by following the link above to the product site.
What does All In One Keylogger do?
All In One Keylogger logs all keystrokes and passwords that have been typed into crypted files on your computer, it tracks all windows and applications that have been launched, clipboard, chat conversations (sent and received), all Web sites that have been visited, e-mails sent and received.
You can set it to take screen snapshots every few seconds or on each mouse click, just like a surveillance camera. It can also record Microphone sounds and restrict the access to specified Web sites and applications if wanted. It can even be set up to send these logs to your e-mail or FTP for tracking when you are away!
Personally I hate it the times I get the feeling in my stomach that something might be going on when I’m away from my partner, this is the solution to get rid of the paranoia, or to get proof for your suspicions. It snaps up all usernames and passwords into the very easily readable log viewer supported in the All In One Keylogger program. And maybe even more importantly you can set it up to take screen snapshots every few seconds and view the pictures later. I chose to divide the potential usage areas into different categories, you might wonder what the All In One Keylogger could be good for, I’ll tell you.
Relationship: In the survey that took place in United States in the year of 2005 which includes married couples only, 56% of the participants of the survey said that during their marriage they had at least one sexual encounter with a person that is not their spouse. Are you living in a relationship and suspect that your partner is cheating on you, or doing other stuff he/she shouldn’t be doing on your/her computer (flirting harshly on community sites, MSN messenger contacts, webcam usage, microphone usage or visiting sites that are uncomfortable in a relationship.. the list goes on.
This is where All In One Keylogger can be there to save you from wasting time on your relationship, you wonder what your partner does when he/she is on the computer and you are away or working night shift. Well there is no reason to keep wondering and being paranoid about what she might be doing, you can find it out directly by downloading the trial version straight away (it is amazingly easy to set up, and the best part is that it is totally undetectable/invisible in windows, so no one can find out it’s installed and running.. read more on product site for more detailed info).
It basically records all keystrokes, and shows in which program the text has been typed in, stores visited sites and you can set it up to take a picture of the screen for example every 10 seconds!
Employers: In the survey that took place in Britain in the year 2006, 87% of the employees participating in the survey said that they surf on the internet during their work at least once a week. 73% of them said that they surf at least once a day. 23% of them said that they dedicate more time to surfing on the internet than to their work! In the additional survey that took place in the same year answered 36% of the employers, participants of the survey mentioned that they are afraid that secrets of the company will be sent to their competitors from the company computers by their employees. 4% announced that they fell victim to the theft of company secrets by their workers from the company computers.
Are you running a small sized company, and wonder why you aren’t getting as much work done as you should be getting. Well the solution is here, with All In One Keylogger you can make sure who are actually working and who are not. The result can be scary, you might find out that the employee is actually playing online poker half day or such, no wonder that the results aren’t so promising. There are a lot of people who don’t care as long as their getting paid, so they will just entertain themselves in some way instead of actually working.
Download trial (7 days free): http://www.plimus.com/jsp/download_trial.jsp?contractId=1682768&referrer=Niar
Parents: Today, almost every child has access to internet. This comes thanks to the advance in technology, but has also risks involved. Did you know that: The average age when the children encounter pornography in the internet is 11? The age of the largest pornography consumer group in the internet is between 12 to 17? 85% of children between the ages 6-16 encountered pornographic content intentionally or unintentionally (most of them while preparing their homework). 25% of children between ages 9-17 will freely disclose their home address in the internet? 60% of children who committed suicide, declared their intentions online directly or indirectly? One in five children who use the computer chat rooms has been approached over the internet by pedophiles? Only 25% of youth who received sexual solicitation told a parent.
The children today are very sophisticated and most of us parents don’t have the knowledge to know what they are doing behind their closed doors in front of the computer. Are they browsing to inappropriate websites, are they downloading illegal content using P2P programs that will in the future result in lawsuits of thousands of dollars? What personal information they disclose about themselves, are they talking to adults, or maybe they meet them?
All In One Keylogger has many features:
No activity on your computer will be able to evade this high quality Keylogger. Does your kid make secret chat conversations with adult strangers? Maybe even with a pedophile that searches for his next victim? Does he surf to pornographic sites? Maybe he even exposes his personal details where he is not supposed to? Does he use P2P programs, sharing copyrighted materials which could constitute a pretext to a lawsuit of tens thousands of dollars? Have you ever wondered why does your husband “work” on his computer so late at the night? Does he have a secret online lover?Have you ever wondered who is your wife’s “partner” she talks with all the time? Do your employees surf on the internet instead of doing their work which you pay them for? Do they sell company secretes to your competitors? A high quality Keylogger should give you the answers to all these questions. No activity will be able to evade from it. No undesirable activity will be able to evade from you! As said, a high quality Keylogger is an “All In One Keylogger”, so just press this link to download “All In One Keylogger”:
Download trial (7 days free): http://www.plimus.com/jsp/download_trial.jsp?contractId=1682768&referrer=Niar
Link for buying full version: https://www.plimus.com/jsp/buynow.jsp?contractId=1682768&referrer=Niar
I tried to bring up the most important things in this article, but there sure is more to read if you still aren’t sure, simply visit the links provided and read more about people who have bought the product or view the awards that the product has received. Everyone has different use or needs of the program, and it sure was a relief to my head after finally getting answer to my questions using this brilliant program.
12 years ago today, I got up early to go the the hospital to have a c-section. Ellie was breach so a c-section was mandatory.
I got the epidural and then had to sit for 4 hours before they put the actual “meds” in. It made my neck hurt but no one cared to listen. Really scary for a first time Mom. Finally, they took me to the operating room. The doctor decided to pull out my uterus to show Kyle my ovaries…and I am lying there thinking “what the heck”!!
After all of the nurses and the doctor jumping on me with all of their body weight, they pulled Ellie out. As soon as they put her beside my face, she stopped crying….
After all of the terror was over, all I felt was happiness. She was beautiful. I loved her instantly and realized what it meant to love someone more than you love yourself.
Ellie Grace- I want to wish you a wonderful birthday. That you so much for making my life so happy. You are amazing!!! Love you bunches!!
Kom precis tillbaks från tandläkaren. Hade inte varit där på två år. Hade inga hål. Blev glad. Kände lusten att fira. Köpte en bulle och en stor chokladkaka.
På tal om söta saker, jag var bara tvungen att ta med den här bilden idag. Det är min dotter, Clara, som tittar på något. Vad tror du det är?
Du kanske kom ihåg att jag nyligen skrev om Team Magnus, det cykellag som jag och mina bröder tillhör, och att vi cyklade Vasatrampet i Mora samtidigt som vi samlade in pengar till Cancerfonden.
Bilden är från Vastrampets 15års jubileumsfest där jag och bröderna bjöd på lite sång och dans. Visserligen kände Clara till att hennes pappa och farbröder hade sjungit en del, men hon hade aldrig sett oss live.
Och nu står jag där på scenen och ser denna lilla flicka som med knäppta händer tittar på mig med stora, förundrade ögon. Hon är som i trans. Kan det verkligen vara min pappa där uppe? Det ser ut som honom. Det låter som honom. Wow! Blicken jag får skulle kunna smälta tusen hjärtan.
Så där sitter hon under hela showen. Nja, nästan. När hon hör den första takten av den sista sången – ni förstår kanske vilken – då börjar hon klappa vilt med händerna och studsa upp och ner i stolen.
Jag ser på henne och får svälja en extra gång när en tår välver fram i ögonvrån. Det är inte alltid man får sjunga om mannen som svävar i gyllene skor – och samtidigt får känna att man ÄR honom.
Dagen därpå, så snart barnen hade vaknat, sätter de sig vid datorn. Clara lever fortfarande i kvällen innan, i det “förunderliga” som hade hänt då. Hon bönar och ber Isak att sätta på Diggiloo Diggiley på Youtube. “Okej, då!” svarar han.
Och där sitter de hela morgonen och tittar på pappa och hans bröder, men även på andra versioner (som är ganska roliga, några av dem).
Som avslutande fotnot: Varkan jag eller min hustru drillar våra barn att tycka om min gamla musik. Å andra sidan, vi hindrar dem inte om de vill lyssna på de gamla schlagerdängorna. Whatever makes them happy! Och den där låten – som vi spelade in för 25 år sedan (hjälp vad tiden går) – är ju fylld av happy från början till slut!
We were invited at the weekend to attend the Open Day for the Ulster Aviation Society which was held, rather bizarrely, at what used to be the Maze Prison but which is now a demolition/regeneration site. I’ve (thankfully) never had cause to visit the prison before, which closed some time ago. The closest I ever got before was driving past it, ominous on the horizon, on the Motorway! It kind of epitomises the “Troubles” here- I actually hope they make some kind of museum there because it’s a part of our heritage and history that should be preserved, sinister and unpleasant though it is.
ANYHOW- it was a bright sunny day, and only the watch towers and some high walls seem to remain!
Our day was centred around a cleared area and some aircraft hangars outside the old prison walls. I have to say, it was a very surreal atmosphere in which to have a fun family afternoon!
Ian used to be in the Royal Air Force, and can fly a small aircraft. He’s flown in helicopters before, so the afternoon was probably particularly of interest to him. However there was much for all the family to enjoy!
Around sixteen helicopters flew in from all over the Province, of varying sizes and styles (can you tell I know absolutely piss all about helicopters!!!!!)
It was actually very exciting watching them come in to land- hearing them first, having the kids guess where they would appear (they were coming from all directions!) and then watching them come in to land.
OK, OK, so my only proper landing shot picture, I royally ballsed up. I hit the off button on my camera instead of the take picture button, and it was pretty much too late by the time it was back on, but whatever. You’re all used to my substandard photography by now, ha ha!
We all had great fun inspecting the various helicopters. I have to say- can you SAY “rich man’s toys” in a lot of incidences, but it’s nice to see how the other half live from time to time! Some of them were the height of luxury- as big as a limo and with soft looking leather upholstery and loads of legroom. Some looked more like your average family saloon- empty crisp packets, half drunk bottles of water and crumpled looking maps- and one, I kid you not, looked barely flight worthy, I was nearly scared to exhale near it in case it fell apart (though I am sure it is someone’s labour of love and is of extremely sturdy construction!!!!)
Highlight of most people’s afternoon was the helicopter of the PSNI- it drew the biggest crowds of all and the policemen who fly it were inundated with questions about what they did and how all the vast array of gadgets worked!
The nearby hangars housed a fantastic display of WW2 memorabilia and aircraft, and was, for me, the highlight.
I haven’t taken pictures of some of the displays because they related to many of the fallen soldiers who had lived locally- their relatives were there to look at the displays and it was very humbling to witness their pain even after all these years. I didn’t feel it would be respectful to take photos.
It really brings it home that WW2 was NOT that long ago- and that really we have forgotten the horrors that those soldiers went through to ensure all of our futures. I learned a lot from the displays, and was grateful for it.
The kids loved looking at the various aircraft on display and it was a fantastic day out. Thanks to Ian’s boss, Garry, for inviting us!
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Son 2 aged 23m is speaking in whole sentences, and I haven’t noticed. “Great receptive language,” I had expertly told myself, “expressive a bit behind Son 1 now aged 4y 11m at his age.” This morning. “Ah Wah Wotsh Madda Da Da.” I Want To Watch Madagascar. “Ah Wah Pess Buh Buh.” While I was on my laptop. I Want To Press The Buttons. Hey ho. There was me thinking, when I get a minute, when I remember, I’ll put all the single words he can do on my blog so I’ll have a record… including all those exciting two-word sentences like “Mummy car,” and “Me Do” (See Yesterday.) And all the time he’s near enough on “You Must Never Go Down To The End Of THe Town Unless You Go Down With Me.”
I had another one of my anxiety dreams. I was in the kitchen, making Jamie Oliver fish pie for tea. Son 2 wanted to stand on a chair and wash the potatoes. Son 1 insisted on doing it too. Son 1 wanted to peel the carrots, so I let him “Look! Look! My first carrot! It’s not bad, is it?” Son 2 wanted to as well, so we had to see if he could do it. “Don’t touch the blade. Sharp. Dangerous.” The Man said the sauce was too rich last time, so I used full cream milk, and it curdled when I added lemon juice. No matter what I did, the finished meal didn’t get any nearer the oven. Both boys were going nuts with hunger. Son 1 was supposed to grate a big slab of cheese for my rescue sauce. He ate the lot. The boys were stroppy, The Man was stroppy, the pie still wasn’t in the oven. It was 1720 and it wasn’t a dream. ”I’ll just be five minutes and then I can get it in to cook!” I wailed.
“I’ll take them for a walk,” said The Man. “See if the Yacht Club’s open!” I called. “Then I can come back here and switch it off after half an hour.” Son 2 ran for the door. “And me!” The bar was open. The boys played with their toy golf set on the lawn. The Man had a couple of pints, I had a couple of glasses of wine. Dark grey, low clouds flew by above the river in front of us… we had a light blue patch high overhead. It was great. A snatched al fresco playhour. We came back. The pie looked good. The boys were too tired and wired to it.
I could not get this book out of my head tonight….and felt the need to write about it. Here’s the story in case you’ve forgotten the details:
The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein
Once there was a tree….. and she loved a little boy. And every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples. And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree…….very much. And the tree was happy.
But time went by. And the boy grew older. And the tree was often alone. Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, “Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy.”
“I am too big to climb and play,” said the boy. “I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?”
“I’m sorry,” said the tree, “but I have no money, I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy.”
And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away. And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time… and the tree was sad. And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, “Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy.”
“I am too busy to climb trees,” said the boy. “I want a house to keep me warm. I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?”
“I have no house,” said the tree. “The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy.” And the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house. And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak. “Come, Boy,” she whispered, “Come and play.”
“I am too old and sad to play,” said the boy. “I want a boat that can take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?”
“Cut down my trunk and make a boat,” said the tree. “Then you can sail away…… and be happy.” And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy…. but not really.
And after a long time the boy came back again.
“I am sorry, Boy,” said the tree, “but I have nothing left to give you. My apples are gone.”
“My teeth are too weak for apples,” said the boy.
“My branches are gone,” said the tree. “You cannot swing on them.”
“I am too old to swing on branches,” said the boy.
“My trunk is gone,” said the tree. “You cannot climb.”
“I am too tired to climb,” said the boy. “I am sorry,” sighed the tree. “I wish that I could give you something—— but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump.”
“I don’t need very much now,” said the boy. “just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired.”
“Well,” said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could, “Well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.” And the boy did.
I’m not quite sure what brought this story into my mind this evening, but once it was there, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I have warring memories of this book from childhood. On one side, I have the very charming, eye clouding nostalgic memory of adoring this story for the simple black and white illustrations that so beautifully exemplify the concept of self sacrificing love.
On the other side, I have the vivid memory of an indignant, overly sensitive 8 year old me fighting back tears as I hollered at my mom – “The Boy didn’t DESERVE the Tree. How could he be so….so….SELFISH?! How could he cut! her! down!”
To be honest, knowing me, the latter is probably the accurate memory, and all warm fuzzy feelings connected with the story came about from later readings – but for whatever reason, I remembered the story tonight and was really troubled by it…and felt the need to write what my freshman English teacher called, “an emotional response,” to sort it out before going to bed.
An Open Letter to the Tree:
Dear Ms. Tree:
Thank you for your cautionary tale. On behalf of all women who have been used by a man until they are little else than a lonely desperate lump, I feel your pain. I know what it’s like to experience the honeymoon phase of a relationship – full of games, sharing, and laughter…the days all drifting together into one beautiful stretch of contentment that you naively believe will never end.
But as you know, they always do.
I too know the feelings of longing while you watch the boy, turned man, that used to enjoy only you- find joy in someone new…and the inner shivers of excitement and hope that course through you when they return in a moment of weakness.
Like yourself, I gladly offered my support and love hoping that I would find happiness in his joy – even if it was without me.
But I’m writing this letter to tell you in case no one ever has: The Boy was an ungrateful asshole. You deserve so much better than a man-child who used and ravaged you until there was nothing left of yourself for you to enjoy. You could have grown mighty and tall long ago. Given life to so many more thankful, kind people – had not your emotions and inability to let go of the past blinded you to your potential.
By the time you receive this letter, the Boy will most certainly have died. Good riddance. Please do not mourn the loss of said ingrate another day. Your story has inspired me to put an end to pathetic attempts at self sacrifice in hopes of winning back lost love – and I write this letter to remind you that tomorrow is a new day – and you have the ability to grow again and reach heights previously unattainable while pining after a dumb male. Your kind and giving demeanor will most definitely attract the right sort of man this time around – as long as you remember to respect yourself and not settle for the first thing that wants to climb your trunk and eat your apples.
Thank you again for sharing your story of years lost. Although I hurt for you that you suffered countless lonely nights, I rest in the wisdom of your age that you will do things differently this time around – and keep sharing your story in hopes that future women will avoid wasting their talents and gifts on awful boys.
