Hey People, help!!! I was back to loving my blog posting and then something was amiss. Each time I went to my Norwegianplaid, another window opens and at the top states to download google chrome-well that didn't help one bit-another link showed to "dismiss" so I hit dismiss and my blog window frame opens but also stops right there.
After days and hours and on the phone with Aol, and nothing helped, I messed around with stuff I know nothing about. Active X pops up and shows I somehow blocked a publisher for active X. What a mess!
I downloaded the latest IE option and tried that off and on and a little while ago I see in the upper address box, Norwegianplaid and Youpublish, both places I have my fun stuff on. Youpublish shows it is off line for a while. So is youpublish connected to Blogger? I don't even understand how my Norwegianplaid ended up on IE and is allowing me to blog. I don't like it but am happier that I can at least blog. Why don't I like it you may ask-smile-because on this, or in this box, well it is layed out differently and "feels" different, not so welcoming.
One thing I am reminded of about me...I hate to quit. Aol wanted me to buy a program today for 129.00 promising an immediate diagnosis and repair, or 25. a month for an ongoing service but I would still have had to buy the D&R first. Glad I kept trying, even if I did get to do this by pure accident. Now this rainy, and gloomy day brings me to one last thought...the sofa awaits. Goodnight.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Knockin' on Heaven's Door-What Keeps you Awake?
Okay so I don't really mean to knock on Heaven's door although we don't know the hour or time, not to preach but better safe than sorry. Just watched again, Left behind with a few kids, and questions galore.
Back on track. I am talking about Doors, songs with the word door it it. To me the best thing about Bob Dylans song is the sound as lyrics are few. Yet as many times as he repeats knockin' on Heavens door, I bet it even gave atheists something to think about. Atheist? How can you deny what you say you don't believe? okay back to the doors, no not the group, the songs. Hey wait, Atheists say God is just some story made to scare people, well if that's true, He's done a good job of it, even Atheists get angry.
So what's your favorite door song. Many oldsters know Dean Martin's, The Door is still open to my heart, nice but..uh uh, just uh. I love Creedance Clearwater Revival's Lookin' Out my Back Door and best of all Charlie Rich/aka The Silver Fox-Behind Closed Doors. The bottom line with that is, as in life, No one knows what goes on behind closed doors. But that song, that song can make the most haggard, tired and weary person feel ready to wear high heels again, or even, a favorite suit.
There was another oldie I remember slightly- Green Door, what's that secret your keeping, There's an old piano behind the green door, green Door, one more night without sleeping. What's keeps you awake?
Back on track. I am talking about Doors, songs with the word door it it. To me the best thing about Bob Dylans song is the sound as lyrics are few. Yet as many times as he repeats knockin' on Heavens door, I bet it even gave atheists something to think about. Atheist? How can you deny what you say you don't believe? okay back to the doors, no not the group, the songs. Hey wait, Atheists say God is just some story made to scare people, well if that's true, He's done a good job of it, even Atheists get angry.
So what's your favorite door song. Many oldsters know Dean Martin's, The Door is still open to my heart, nice but..uh uh, just uh. I love Creedance Clearwater Revival's Lookin' Out my Back Door and best of all Charlie Rich/aka The Silver Fox-Behind Closed Doors. The bottom line with that is, as in life, No one knows what goes on behind closed doors. But that song, that song can make the most haggard, tired and weary person feel ready to wear high heels again, or even, a favorite suit.
There was another oldie I remember slightly- Green Door, what's that secret your keeping, There's an old piano behind the green door, green Door, one more night without sleeping. What's keeps you awake?
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Joe Paterno-Why didn't they all do more? That Stain!
We don't understand why Joe Paterno didn't do more and why all involved and yes I say as much as I don't like to say, involved because those who stand by and do little or not enough are involved. Like many I too loved Joe Paterno and what he stood for, as I did Penn State. This past week I'm not sure how I feel about him or the University. I do know yesterday when I put a shirt on, a Penn State shirt, suddenly I looked down with a feeling of being unsure. I said the hell with it. This is mine, paid for twice, once with my education and once at the Penn State store.
It was an old short sleeve white with Blue lettering, filled with stains from years of wear. So I had two little kids visiting, finished dressing and went to my local market run by nice country people with those back country roads accents. As I picked up a pre-ordered roast, I heard a voice, looked to what he was doing as he asked to people behind the counter, does anyone want a piece of the paper, Penn State or the cartoons. I felt a shame and my face redden. Was that remark meant for me because I had that shirt on or was I being paranoid?
Either way, the boys and I went home, put the roast away, sat and talked about what we were going to do when we went out for he day. Just as we were about to leave I said hold on guys, I have to change. I went in my room and grabbed any old top. When I came out the little guy asked, as he knew how much I loved Penn State, hey where's your Penn State shirt? With simple and plain honesty a little kid could understand I said, it filled with stains. I knew he thought I meant the spotted drips of time, but I didn't.
Yesterday we went out, basketball, hiking, a playground, the library, and art museum and eating out of course and I talked to them more in depth about that stranger danger stuff. They said they knew it all, and I try to teach any kids who I may work with about this. I asked, what if you were in the bathroom at the movies and some man comes up and touches you? One said, I don't know. He's ten. The other at twelve said, I'll yell at him, you're not my father or mother. So was he telling me something else in that statement I have to report-indeed I will. I will write in into notes, and report it to about and at least four people. Or was he simply telling me It's only in appropriate if anyone other than a parent touches you anywhere, as in washing a kids face etc?
I knew then both of these boys after talking to them have been very sheltered from and with words like molestation. Since they are visiting I felt at first it isn't my place to teach them, then I said the hell with it and told them. I educated them on these things this weekend that I'm sure some grown-ups will not like as these kids have been very spiritually educated and in that, have also been verbally protected and don't know how many predators are really out to harm such innocence.
Today we are going out into crowds and I will be close, but what happens when they go to the bathroom. I am giving them whistles and have told them to yell fire and yell don't touch me like that, as loud as you can, and keep on yelling. Yes you may think if a kid yells fire it gives an opportunity for kidnapping-true-but hopefully while others are running out, I will be running in to grab two sets of hands.
As far as Joe Paterno and the other's involved in it, brings me to the old adage, if you're not with me, you're against me. That stain doesn't wash away so easily. How long do you think it stays within the victims?
It was an old short sleeve white with Blue lettering, filled with stains from years of wear. So I had two little kids visiting, finished dressing and went to my local market run by nice country people with those back country roads accents. As I picked up a pre-ordered roast, I heard a voice, looked to what he was doing as he asked to people behind the counter, does anyone want a piece of the paper, Penn State or the cartoons. I felt a shame and my face redden. Was that remark meant for me because I had that shirt on or was I being paranoid?
Either way, the boys and I went home, put the roast away, sat and talked about what we were going to do when we went out for he day. Just as we were about to leave I said hold on guys, I have to change. I went in my room and grabbed any old top. When I came out the little guy asked, as he knew how much I loved Penn State, hey where's your Penn State shirt? With simple and plain honesty a little kid could understand I said, it filled with stains. I knew he thought I meant the spotted drips of time, but I didn't.
Yesterday we went out, basketball, hiking, a playground, the library, and art museum and eating out of course and I talked to them more in depth about that stranger danger stuff. They said they knew it all, and I try to teach any kids who I may work with about this. I asked, what if you were in the bathroom at the movies and some man comes up and touches you? One said, I don't know. He's ten. The other at twelve said, I'll yell at him, you're not my father or mother. So was he telling me something else in that statement I have to report-indeed I will. I will write in into notes, and report it to about and at least four people. Or was he simply telling me It's only in appropriate if anyone other than a parent touches you anywhere, as in washing a kids face etc?
I knew then both of these boys after talking to them have been very sheltered from and with words like molestation. Since they are visiting I felt at first it isn't my place to teach them, then I said the hell with it and told them. I educated them on these things this weekend that I'm sure some grown-ups will not like as these kids have been very spiritually educated and in that, have also been verbally protected and don't know how many predators are really out to harm such innocence.
Today we are going out into crowds and I will be close, but what happens when they go to the bathroom. I am giving them whistles and have told them to yell fire and yell don't touch me like that, as loud as you can, and keep on yelling. Yes you may think if a kid yells fire it gives an opportunity for kidnapping-true-but hopefully while others are running out, I will be running in to grab two sets of hands.
As far as Joe Paterno and the other's involved in it, brings me to the old adage, if you're not with me, you're against me. That stain doesn't wash away so easily. How long do you think it stays within the victims?
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Teachers, Just my Opinion, Male vs. Female
I know what does that have to do with teachers. Nothing at all,I just love snow. As I sat waiting for a little boy to be allowed into school today since we were early, I had an opportunity that many parents don't. The little boy and I watched teacher walk in one by one, male and female. Of course many more females, than males.
The men, only two men were years apart. The older man had a small plastic bag and an umbrella. I'm guessing lunch, and the much younger man had a briefcase, not too large or small, enough for lunch and some papers. This was an elementary school in Bermudian Springs PA.
Now comes an eye opener. The female teachers-wow, what a difference!
These ladies, every single one of them were carrying either a large bag , purse and a small bag, or a couple of larger bags and filled with things. I watched and pointed out to this little boy who was visiting for a while how teachers come prepared to make classes interesting, and how I would bet they have spent their own time and money to have extra items in the classes to heighten interest all across those little minds. There was one lady much older than the rest who had too many bags, weighted down and her shoulders were hunched with that weight.
I made sure this little guy knew, saw and could try to appreciate the extra steps these ladies took to help kids want to learn. After a while he then started pointing which teach carried more or less and tried to guess why. He knew who they were and what they taught. I thought about the older male teacher and wondered why he had a bare minimum...did he have tenure or was he just tired of the same old stuff. Maybe the answer was more simple-maybe he just didn't need anything. Then again, maybe he felt he shouldn't have to go the extra mile because he once did and did he get anything in return which brings me back to the female teachers I saw.
What makes them try so hard day after day without kind words from a mom and dad, or one or the other? How do they put up with all the baloney from insensitive kids and obnoxious adults who don't understand what it takes to do such a good job. A busy world maybe. How much time does it take to write a note? Not long at all and so, here's mine:
Thank you, Thank you all who continue to do a job not many people want. Thank you for working well past three, researching on your time, grading on your time, baking on your time, having spouses who in turn lose time with their wife or husband and thank you for the education you paid for to have such a career and are passing it all on. Some may say, hey they get paid, but we know it's never enough, don't we? We know you don't get paid for staying up later than you should, lights on when your own kids are in bed while you look for more to instill curiosity in inquisitive minds, to quench their thirst for the unknown.
Thank you also to those special education teachers who no one in their right minds has any idea what that's like, no one! If you as a parent think it feels impossible to live and work and love one child with some of those very special and difficult emotional needs, try working for seven hours a day with four or five children! Then the teen and preteen hormones kick in. Do you think because these teachers have Special Educational training, that makes it easier than your job. No it makes it different, times four or five children. Just tell them thank-you. If you don't feel you should because that's what they get paid to do-think about this. What if you as a parent only did the bare minimum to care for your child? Feed, bathe and bedtime, meds too of course. Ask a teacher to do the same. That my readers will not happen. think about why a favorite teacher was your favorite. I do every day. Thank You all.
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