Saying that you’re a bad parent doesn’t sound like a very good thing to be saying about yourself, but I have accepted the mistakes I have made throughout my life. Not only have I accepted them, but I have learned from them and prevented future mistakes that could ruin my life. There are three ways that I was a bad parent to my children. Not taking advice from elders, not putting my children first, and being irresponsible in general.
When my mother tried to tell me what to do, or gave me some motherly advice, I would ignore it or do the opposite of what she told me to do, just because I felt like it. I was always stubborn growing up, and was always rebellious with everyone and everything. I think most kids are that way with their parents though, but you would think that when I grew up and got older and had my own kids, that I would grow out of that phase of my life. No, not me, I actually got worse in the rebellious stage. It affected my children now, and the stakes were definitely higher and I had more to lose this time around.
When I left my husband, the father of my two girls, to be with my new boyfriend seven years younger than me, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I didn’t see what I was doing to my children, basically abandoning them for another man other than their father. I was blind to what I was doing to them by not being a responsible adult and take care of their needs before anyone else’s was my responsibility and I failed as a mother.
When I was sixteen years old, I had a part-time job, had my license and a car and was very responsible for my age. I believe the reason for this had to do with my childhood and how I had to constantly take care of my sister and watch out for my Mom at an early age. I was basically my sister’s mother and my father abused us in multiple ways. When I finally had children for my own, I slowly became more irresponsible as I got more depressed with my life. When I look back and reflect at the situation I realize that I just wanted my kids and I wanted to leave my husband a long time before I actually left, and that I repressed those feelings a long time. It’s very unhealthy and dangerous to do that because things could have ended up worse than they were, but I ultimately lost my children because of my genius decisions.
Now it will take years to make up for the mistakes I have made to my children. They are not a part of my life now because of the horrible things I let happen around them and I will take responsibility for that. I am learning my lesson still to this day and I will never stop learning how to be a better person, and the best Mom I can be for my children. It’s always going to be a work in progress but I know they will come back to me some day soon.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Friends
Geromy asks me “why don’t you have more friends, or why don’t you try to meet more girls to hang out with?” Or why don’t you go out and have a good time with the girls tonight? And I think to myself, Huh, how come, I don’t call some friends and go out; and get crazy shit-faced tonight? Well, I know the answer to that question, and I already know the end result, deep down and I hate it. I like calling my friends, I have three that I talk to on a daily basis and God love them, really, but in the end I always end up getting hurt somehow. I have had years of experience trusting many girls and guys for the record but the track record isn’t too good. I give and give, and sometimes receive and try not to let it bother me when it’s a one way street all the time, but it does suck.
I try to ignore the requests for money at all different times of the day, and intoxicated persons harassing us for money and constant favors being asked of me. I tell myself that it’s ok to help people out and we all have our ups and downs. I have learned some valuable lessons with trusting certain people and being let down and being able to trust someone completely and not having to go through that again. I can move on to the next step. I love my friends and will always be there to lend a helping hand in time of need, but many will consider me very harsh and abrupt when stating this. I will not now, nor will I ever tolerate an obnoxious drunk showing up at my door hollering and banging fists on the door and kicking the door and screaming/hollering for no reason and waking us both up from a sound sleep at 7 AM on Sunday AM.
I realize that answering the door with a 7 “ blade- Wolfgang Puck Series kitchen knife is a little off but when I get woken up too early, when I’m trying to get quality time with my man who normally works 70 hours a week. Ya, I was pissed, and it was just a gut reaction to grab the knife on the way to the door (all in one sweeping motion) to swing the door open and fling the knife in their face. Instead of getting angry, I decided to go the other way and accept the whole incident as a “special” circumstance and forget it. It’s really not worth the fight, because I need to learn how to be more relaxed and not uptight anyway. Friends can make people happy, but they can also ruin your day if things don’t go just so, sometimes. It is certainly worth trying to make a few friends along the way. Even if you do get hurt once in a while. I always tell myself that I need to trust more people and distrust less. It has been a struggle for several years but my knight in shining armour has shown me the trusting side of people not always the negative.
I try to ignore the requests for money at all different times of the day, and intoxicated persons harassing us for money and constant favors being asked of me. I tell myself that it’s ok to help people out and we all have our ups and downs. I have learned some valuable lessons with trusting certain people and being let down and being able to trust someone completely and not having to go through that again. I can move on to the next step. I love my friends and will always be there to lend a helping hand in time of need, but many will consider me very harsh and abrupt when stating this. I will not now, nor will I ever tolerate an obnoxious drunk showing up at my door hollering and banging fists on the door and kicking the door and screaming/hollering for no reason and waking us both up from a sound sleep at 7 AM on Sunday AM.
I realize that answering the door with a 7 “ blade- Wolfgang Puck Series kitchen knife is a little off but when I get woken up too early, when I’m trying to get quality time with my man who normally works 70 hours a week. Ya, I was pissed, and it was just a gut reaction to grab the knife on the way to the door (all in one sweeping motion) to swing the door open and fling the knife in their face. Instead of getting angry, I decided to go the other way and accept the whole incident as a “special” circumstance and forget it. It’s really not worth the fight, because I need to learn how to be more relaxed and not uptight anyway. Friends can make people happy, but they can also ruin your day if things don’t go just so, sometimes. It is certainly worth trying to make a few friends along the way. Even if you do get hurt once in a while. I always tell myself that I need to trust more people and distrust less. It has been a struggle for several years but my knight in shining armour has shown me the trusting side of people not always the negative.
WHAT IS GOING HAPPEN IN THE YEAR 2012
By
Amanda Hamblen
Eng101, College Composition
April 21, 2010
John Goldfine
BACKGROUND
I remember when I was growing up, in the winter, the snow would get as high as my waist and it was so fun to play in. That was in the early 80's and it was my first memory of extreme weather in my lifetime. There is going to be a major disruption on Earth but it is already happening now, every time you turn the news on, a reporter is covering a story on a tragic earthquake that killed thousands of people in Haiti. Giant Tsunami's sweep the other side of the world that killed a lot of people. Weather patterns are messed up because of ozone deterioration and pole shifting in the arctic's. Yeah, I agree that there is several possible outcomes with this 2012 problem and some may disagree with me because of fear. I ask you to keep an open mind reading through my isearch paper. All of my information came from reputable sources and persons of education and expertise. I want to state that this is by far; this is NOT the End of the World, I just want people to know and prepare for a disaster because it is very likely we will all go through it, within the next few years.
The way I am going to prepare for this event will not be going to extreme measures. I will not be looking for a big mountain to dig a cave in to live for a while but I will be stocking up on lots of basic necessities. We will be getting about 35 five gallon jugs of water that are sealed from the bottling factory and store them in our parent's attic or basement. We have this big red trunk box that has locks on it for security. It is full of items such as 2 first aid kits, flashlights, batteries in all sizes, candles, a survival cooking stove that breaks down and can be transported easily, packaged food that is preserved and can be stored and good for over a year at least. Army food is what it basically is, except it's not the army. It is sold in recreation stores and outdoor gear stores such as R.E.I sports equipment in Bethesda Maryland. This is where most of the food and survival gear came from. We have been slowly generating items of interest for survival or a disaster situation. Because we have dragged it out for a while, the cost doesn't seem that bad overall. The most expensive item was the water filter; it was about a hundred and thirty dollars. It is the most important item of all in a disaster situation.
So one of the things that we figured out right off the bat was there was unanswered questions in the Old Testament. So what would be relevant would be how do we prove there were 40 days and 40 nights? When you find out the Great Flood was written about in every ancient civilization. What you find out is that it has happened four times in history prior to Noah's Ark. If that's happened before, and it's happened at the exact spacing of time, it would make sense we are going to go through another turbulent time roughly around 2012, based off following:
The myan calendar, The Bible, and the Egyptian faith. So it is very likely, if we open our eyes and minds to the that possibility that every ancient civilization has warned us that us that will occur. We should be able to conclude that it is inevitable that history will repeat itself again. I think and am certain that there will be some type of disruption in the global economy.
THE SUMMARY
I chose to write my isearch paper on the controversial topic of 2012. My boyfriend and I have been researching this topic already for over a year. The main question I have is what exactly will happen to our planet between now and the year 2012? For about 2 years I have been researching and reading books on ancient astronomy and discovering all the connections between the two. My belief in all the information I have researched is that I am unsure of what the future is to come, and I know that there are many scenario's that could take place. Either which way it leads, I want my family to be prepared in the end. I don't really care if people think I'm nuts for gathering water and food and safety items for the future. I would rather be prepared and laughed at, than unprepared and accepted.
THE SEARCH
For the last few years I have become interested in astrophysics and the 2012 saga. Some information I had learned prior to being assigned the isearch. My boyfriend and I would always watch N.A.S.A. programs, and what I learned shocked me. I can't believe I had no idea that this has been proven together by scientists and kept me interested for many hours and wanting to know more. There were several ways I obtained my information. The first way was the easiest, the internet. Who can't type in some words and get all the information at your fingertips. That is self explanatory; I googled 2012. The hits were outrageous on this subject, and the opinions differ from black to white. Some believe, some don't. That's just the way life goes. I researched topics like the planet Niribu the twelfth planet and NASA says warning signs are blatantly obvious of the super solar storm headed for our future. US scientific studies have been out for years proving the solar theories and the government knows all about it and doesn't even deny it anymore. I used a few websites for reference in this isearch paper. I started out with Google to start the search, then I went into Zecharia Sitchin's website and learned some new information about our past ancient ancestors the Annunaki or the Sumerians could have gone through a similar situation as we are headed towards in 2012. They may have left us clues as to how to deal with the solar flare problems ahead. Some researchers; such as Zecharia Sitchin a London University graduate with a major in ancient culture and history, think they are an important piece to our history regardless of whether we are in any kind of danger with the upcoming events or not. Some of the books he has written are called "End of Days," "The Twelfth Planet," "The Earth Chronicles," and "The Lost Realms, " just to name a few. A website www.umsonline.org was a source of information on this theory as well. A
Professor and expert in metaphysics named Michio Kaku from Boston, MA had a video on YouTube warning people of the recent discovery of scientific evidence that the solar flares are worse than thought previously. He outright admitted on the video that "they" the (scientist's) "made a mistake" about the calculation of the solar storm of 2013-1014. It is advancing rapidly and getting stronger and seeming more dangerous as time moves on. This new revelation is described as a sleeping giant, or as the calm before the storm.
Relax, I'm not saying we are not all going to die or we should be afraid of what's going to happen. No, I am simply telling what I know personally and will tell you some ways I will prepare myself for the next few years to come. I want to be a survivor and it is of great importance to me to learn everything important so I can help my family live safely through this change with Earth in the future years.
The 12th Planet, Z.Sitchin, 1976.Paperback edition published by Avon.
The End of Days: Armageddon and Prophecies of the Return (Earth Chronicle, No 7), William Morrow, 2007
The Lost Realms (Earth Chronicles No 4), Avon Books, 1990
Genesis Revisited: Is Modern Science Catching Up With Ancient Knowledge? (Avon Books, 1990)
Below are the URL's for the information I used in this paper:
University of Metaphysical Sciences www.umsonline.org
Google for searches of categories www.google.com
YouTube Video of Machio Kaku www.youtube.com
First Science
www.firstscience.com
Zecharia Sitchin website
www.sitchin.com
Saturday, April 3, 2010
isearch-why
Isearch “WHY”
I have a weak spot in my heart for my grandpa Henry. When my sister Jodi and I were growing up, we would spend weekends at my grandparent’s house. My grandpa had two horses and a barn. He loved to ride and take care of the horses. If you knew him, you knew that horses were his first love before my grandma ever came around. He taught us to ride the horses and to properly groom them too. His favorite use of his time was to be spending it with his horses. When there was work to be done at his business, “The Uncle Henry’s,” he would be busy getting his ad booklet work done first. He was a hard worker and a kind and gentle man. I never saw him get angry about anything or yell in frustration even once. To tell the truth, I don’t know how he ever remained that calm all the time. He has more patience than I could ever have, that’s for sure. All the great times spent with them over the years makes me very proud to be his granddaughter. I am also proud of his business success with the Village Print Shop turning into the famous, The Uncle Henry’s Swap or Sell it Guide. He has been a role model for me most of my childhood and into adulthood. When my father abandoned my mother and hurt my sister and I, my grandpa was there to play the role of “father” when I needed one in my life. He was never a negative influence to me, always the responsible and positive role model I needed to look up to.
The moment I heard the diagnosis “Alzheimer’s disease” and “grandpa” in the same sentence, I was devastated. It took a while for it to reality to sink in for me. I was in denial for a period of time after the diagnosis. My whole family was in mourning for grandpy but he hadn’t even had a chance to progress in the disease yet. I can’t understand why for the last five years the family has been ignoring it, and pretending all is well. I have to ask my grandmother about him and how he is doing when I talk to her on the phone. Though she says he has been doing fine, I have a hard time believing that when my mom told me he fell recently and hit his head. He doesn’t remember medications anymore and is completely reliable on my grandma for everything now. It hurts to see him like this; he used to be so strong and would never accept help from anyone before the diagnosis. I am hoping for a miracle cure to help my grandfather cope with this serious illness. To get me through another day, I have to tell myself there will one day be a cure for Alzheimer’s disease and forms of dementia. I continue to pray for grandpy and for grandma too, so they will both have the strength to fight to the end if necessary. I will fight as hard as I have to help them. They have done so much for me and my family; I could never be enough to repay them for their ultimate kindness over my lifetime.
After we first learned of this tragedy, I started to research what there was for resources in the community. I looked in the local paper and the internet and found some self-help support groups that focused on helping educate family and friends of Alzheimer patients. My grandma, mom, sister and I attended one of the listed support groups. It was held at a nursing home that specialized in caring for Alzheimer’s patients. The group organizer was a nurse that worked in a unit in the nursing home. She had firsthand experience dealing with patients of Alzheimer’s and had considerable knowledge on the subject. My family was also able to see some patient’s that had the disease and some of the different stages of the disease. Some were mild and some were very aggressive, hitting and punching the nurses on the floor. It really scared me when I was able to see what it may be like for my family when this dreaded stage comes. I am determined to help in any way possible. I want to know the best medications for him to be taking (to slow the progression down) and to watch out for the warning signs of the disease rapidly progressing. Taking a proactive part in my grandfather’s illness and doing the important things to help him, gives me great satisfaction. I love him very much and he needs as much help as he can get. Alzheimer’s disease is rapidly growing to the number one killer of seniors today. We need to work harder to find a cure and stop the deaths of many loved ones. I believe in giving the most of ourselves to define who we really are.
I have a weak spot in my heart for my grandpa Henry. When my sister Jodi and I were growing up, we would spend weekends at my grandparent’s house. My grandpa had two horses and a barn. He loved to ride and take care of the horses. If you knew him, you knew that horses were his first love before my grandma ever came around. He taught us to ride the horses and to properly groom them too. His favorite use of his time was to be spending it with his horses. When there was work to be done at his business, “The Uncle Henry’s,” he would be busy getting his ad booklet work done first. He was a hard worker and a kind and gentle man. I never saw him get angry about anything or yell in frustration even once. To tell the truth, I don’t know how he ever remained that calm all the time. He has more patience than I could ever have, that’s for sure. All the great times spent with them over the years makes me very proud to be his granddaughter. I am also proud of his business success with the Village Print Shop turning into the famous, The Uncle Henry’s Swap or Sell it Guide. He has been a role model for me most of my childhood and into adulthood. When my father abandoned my mother and hurt my sister and I, my grandpa was there to play the role of “father” when I needed one in my life. He was never a negative influence to me, always the responsible and positive role model I needed to look up to.
The moment I heard the diagnosis “Alzheimer’s disease” and “grandpa” in the same sentence, I was devastated. It took a while for it to reality to sink in for me. I was in denial for a period of time after the diagnosis. My whole family was in mourning for grandpy but he hadn’t even had a chance to progress in the disease yet. I can’t understand why for the last five years the family has been ignoring it, and pretending all is well. I have to ask my grandmother about him and how he is doing when I talk to her on the phone. Though she says he has been doing fine, I have a hard time believing that when my mom told me he fell recently and hit his head. He doesn’t remember medications anymore and is completely reliable on my grandma for everything now. It hurts to see him like this; he used to be so strong and would never accept help from anyone before the diagnosis. I am hoping for a miracle cure to help my grandfather cope with this serious illness. To get me through another day, I have to tell myself there will one day be a cure for Alzheimer’s disease and forms of dementia. I continue to pray for grandpy and for grandma too, so they will both have the strength to fight to the end if necessary. I will fight as hard as I have to help them. They have done so much for me and my family; I could never be enough to repay them for their ultimate kindness over my lifetime.
After we first learned of this tragedy, I started to research what there was for resources in the community. I looked in the local paper and the internet and found some self-help support groups that focused on helping educate family and friends of Alzheimer patients. My grandma, mom, sister and I attended one of the listed support groups. It was held at a nursing home that specialized in caring for Alzheimer’s patients. The group organizer was a nurse that worked in a unit in the nursing home. She had firsthand experience dealing with patients of Alzheimer’s and had considerable knowledge on the subject. My family was also able to see some patient’s that had the disease and some of the different stages of the disease. Some were mild and some were very aggressive, hitting and punching the nurses on the floor. It really scared me when I was able to see what it may be like for my family when this dreaded stage comes. I am determined to help in any way possible. I want to know the best medications for him to be taking (to slow the progression down) and to watch out for the warning signs of the disease rapidly progressing. Taking a proactive part in my grandfather’s illness and doing the important things to help him, gives me great satisfaction. I love him very much and he needs as much help as he can get. Alzheimer’s disease is rapidly growing to the number one killer of seniors today. We need to work harder to find a cure and stop the deaths of many loved ones. I believe in giving the most of ourselves to define who we really are.
Monday, March 29, 2010
classification essay-final
Classification Essay
One of my favorite pastimes is going to my gym and working out. My body feels healthier and stronger; it feels good doing something proactive about my health. My boyfriend Geromy and I go on a regular basis and we make it fun for each other, and doing activities together. Since I started going to the gym regularly, I have felt less depressed and my mood seems to have improved as well. When dietitian’s suggest a healthy diet rich in dark green vegetables, combined with a regular exercise routine, as a weight loss program; your chance of success is excellent. You should be happy with the results, as long as you follow the specific dietician’s instructions for your program. I sound like an infomercial on TV. Selling a piece of workout equipment or selling a Jenny Craig Diet Program. I can assure you, I won’t sell you any type of product. I am not a saleswoman, just a college student, making the best attempt possible to educate myself for the future.Try to combine some humour in the mix, check this out....
At the gym, you will find three types of people who have a membership there. Type A, B, and C. The die-hard A, who is completely committed to the time it takes to workout, keeps consistent with daily workouts, makes changes in lifestyle and diet, works 70 hours a week and juggles family obligations without breaking a sweat. This type I admire because I always have difficulty keeping commitments, and routine is the hardest for me follow through. It sounds so easy to be able to multi-task like the die-hard, but my guess is they will burnout when putting too much on their plate. PROPS to them. Two months after everybody’s New Year’s Resolution went by, business became noticeably slower. The attendance rates became noticeably slower compared to Jan 1st. Popularity didn’t last in the long run I guess.
The second type B is the tan, Barbie/Ken lookalike, who wears skin tight gym clothes, Nike’ everything, and has a really squeaky valley girl voice. It seems like the mirror is getting more of a workout than the person is. An example of this happened to me a week ago, when I was getting changed up in the women’s locker room. I never need more than ten minutes to use the bathroom, change, grab my ipod and head to the elliptical. There was this Barbie girl type changing next to me and she was more concerned about whether she was wearing matching clothes than getting a good workout. She was real slow getting changed and I headed out to start my workout. Forty five minutes later she finally emerged from the dressing room, to go to the treadmill. Or which I thought that was where she was heading, but on the way, she spotted a cute guy by the water fountain. For the next half an hour was like watching teenagers flirt with each other. The entire time I was there working out, she never got on a machine, or touched a single weight. Apparently what’s on her mind is watching the scenery and chatting it up with the locals.
The third type C is the down to earth, attends 3 or 4 times a week, being happy just listening to my favorite music, enjoying the company of your workout partner and sticking to a moderate workout plan, and having a life outside of the gym too. Avoiding being judgmental is hard for me and I can admit that I do make mistakes. The last few months in my life have been rewarding and stressful all in one, I try to stay hopeful and positive about the future to come with my education and relationship problems. This is relative because when I use the elliptical machine (skier), the stress just melts away the more I push myself. Releasing endorphins in my brain helps lift mood, and makes me feel sort of “high” so-to-speak. Not really high but the feeling of endorphins can chemically change the way your body feels and reacts. It is a healthy way to relieve stress and take care of your body at the same time. Continuing to educate myself is the key to my health. The proof for me is the thirty pounds that has come off me in the last couple years. Slowly losing weight is better for your body anyway, and strengthening my lower back muscles with low repetition reps. Curl triceps, biceps, traps for my arms. Improvement took some time and dedication, not an overnight weight-loss binge that always gains back a few months later.
So when it sounds like complaints from me, and comments made in an English essay about different people at the local gym, don’t think I mean any harm. Actually sticking it out and succeeding makes my self-esteem goes up so I don’t mind stating the “truth” on occasion. Interpretation is in the eye of the beholder. Isn’t it great that it’s a free country?
One of my favorite pastimes is going to my gym and working out. My body feels healthier and stronger; it feels good doing something proactive about my health. My boyfriend Geromy and I go on a regular basis and we make it fun for each other, and doing activities together. Since I started going to the gym regularly, I have felt less depressed and my mood seems to have improved as well. When dietitian’s suggest a healthy diet rich in dark green vegetables, combined with a regular exercise routine, as a weight loss program; your chance of success is excellent. You should be happy with the results, as long as you follow the specific dietician’s instructions for your program. I sound like an infomercial on TV. Selling a piece of workout equipment or selling a Jenny Craig Diet Program. I can assure you, I won’t sell you any type of product. I am not a saleswoman, just a college student, making the best attempt possible to educate myself for the future.Try to combine some humour in the mix, check this out....
At the gym, you will find three types of people who have a membership there. Type A, B, and C. The die-hard A, who is completely committed to the time it takes to workout, keeps consistent with daily workouts, makes changes in lifestyle and diet, works 70 hours a week and juggles family obligations without breaking a sweat. This type I admire because I always have difficulty keeping commitments, and routine is the hardest for me follow through. It sounds so easy to be able to multi-task like the die-hard, but my guess is they will burnout when putting too much on their plate. PROPS to them. Two months after everybody’s New Year’s Resolution went by, business became noticeably slower. The attendance rates became noticeably slower compared to Jan 1st. Popularity didn’t last in the long run I guess.
The second type B is the tan, Barbie/Ken lookalike, who wears skin tight gym clothes, Nike’ everything, and has a really squeaky valley girl voice. It seems like the mirror is getting more of a workout than the person is. An example of this happened to me a week ago, when I was getting changed up in the women’s locker room. I never need more than ten minutes to use the bathroom, change, grab my ipod and head to the elliptical. There was this Barbie girl type changing next to me and she was more concerned about whether she was wearing matching clothes than getting a good workout. She was real slow getting changed and I headed out to start my workout. Forty five minutes later she finally emerged from the dressing room, to go to the treadmill. Or which I thought that was where she was heading, but on the way, she spotted a cute guy by the water fountain. For the next half an hour was like watching teenagers flirt with each other. The entire time I was there working out, she never got on a machine, or touched a single weight. Apparently what’s on her mind is watching the scenery and chatting it up with the locals.
The third type C is the down to earth, attends 3 or 4 times a week, being happy just listening to my favorite music, enjoying the company of your workout partner and sticking to a moderate workout plan, and having a life outside of the gym too. Avoiding being judgmental is hard for me and I can admit that I do make mistakes. The last few months in my life have been rewarding and stressful all in one, I try to stay hopeful and positive about the future to come with my education and relationship problems. This is relative because when I use the elliptical machine (skier), the stress just melts away the more I push myself. Releasing endorphins in my brain helps lift mood, and makes me feel sort of “high” so-to-speak. Not really high but the feeling of endorphins can chemically change the way your body feels and reacts. It is a healthy way to relieve stress and take care of your body at the same time. Continuing to educate myself is the key to my health. The proof for me is the thirty pounds that has come off me in the last couple years. Slowly losing weight is better for your body anyway, and strengthening my lower back muscles with low repetition reps. Curl triceps, biceps, traps for my arms. Improvement took some time and dedication, not an overnight weight-loss binge that always gains back a few months later.
So when it sounds like complaints from me, and comments made in an English essay about different people at the local gym, don’t think I mean any harm. Actually sticking it out and succeeding makes my self-esteem goes up so I don’t mind stating the “truth” on occasion. Interpretation is in the eye of the beholder. Isn’t it great that it’s a free country?
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Contrast take 2
Contrast Take 2
I remember when we went to the pet store in the airport mall and was on a mission to find the perfect pet. We didn’t want to get a dog or a cat because they require much more effort on the owner’s part. Plus it costs more to feed cats and dogs anyway. Rats will eat just about anything so there was a benefit to having rats. We decided to go with a couple of baby rats that were only a few weeks old. They were born in the same litter and were brother’s. The pet store suggested we get the same sex so that we didn’t end up with a million babies that we didn’t plan on. We took their suggestion and purchased two baby boy rats. The idea of having rats in our house didn’t sit too well with me at first, but soon after they came home, I grew more fond of them.
Their personalities couldn’t be any more opposite of one another. We named them Ren and Stimpy after the cartoon on t.v. It was one of my favorite cartoons on t.v. when I was a teenager. Ren is the shyer rat and tends to hang back whenever there is noise or possible “danger” nearby. Ren is very skittish and jumpy if you make any sudden movements. Stimpy is the complete opposite of Ren. Stimpy is very outgoing and friendly and has adopted the role of “big brother” so to speak, he is always the first to come to see me when I get home. He is aggressive in nature and protects his wimpy brother Ren from any harm. Sometimes they do fight like brothers when we are asleep. I will wake up in the morning and one of them will have a bloody nose from having their butt kicked the night before. They always make up in the end and life goes on as normal.
As far as appearance goes they are very different from each other. Ren is an albino rat, which means he is pure white and has pink eyes. He is practically blind because of the pigment in his eyes, it makes it harder for him to see things. He uses his sense of smell more than his sight. He has a cute little pink nose that wiggles up and down when he sniffs something. Stimpy is half black and half white. His head and upper body is black and the rest of him is white. His eyes are fine and he doesn’t have the trouble Ren does when it comes to seeing objects. Their hands and feet are so cute; they look very similar to human hands and feet just on a smaller scale. They are getting really used to the good life. They have no worries, no bills and best of all no responsibility. All they do every day is eat, sleep and play. That’s the life of luxury if you ask me.
Their favorite pastime is eating. They will eat anything we give them usually. At first we started them out with hamster food and then that developed into cat food. The next thing I started doing was giving them table scraps. That was a big mistake because now I can’t get them to stop begging at dinnertime. I feed them bread, chips, fruit and vegetables. In fact they probably eat better than both of us combined. When I put some food up to the cage, Stimpy comes running over and snatch’s it out of my hand then runs to his corner to eat his meal alone. While keeping guard to make sure nobody is going to take his food away. Ren takes a little longer to come take the food from me. When he finally comes to the food, he gently pulls it out of my hand and takes little nibbles instead of woofing it down like his brother does.
When I bought these little guys from the pet store over a year ago, I did’nt see bonding with them the way I have. To be honest I really didn’t like them when we first got them. They gave me the creeps when I would look at their long tails. It took a little adjusting and an eight hour project to build a top-notch cage that will last forever and is escape proof. They are family to us now and I really enjoy playing with them and watching them play with each other. Sometimes they like to wrestle around, and I have caught Stimpy sleeping on his back with his feet and hands in the air. It’s very funny to see. They are very interesting to watch, and are supposed to be very smart animals. I can say for sure that I do agree they are smart animals. They are also loving and affectionate. I hope my rats live a long and healthy life.
I remember when we went to the pet store in the airport mall and was on a mission to find the perfect pet. We didn’t want to get a dog or a cat because they require much more effort on the owner’s part. Plus it costs more to feed cats and dogs anyway. Rats will eat just about anything so there was a benefit to having rats. We decided to go with a couple of baby rats that were only a few weeks old. They were born in the same litter and were brother’s. The pet store suggested we get the same sex so that we didn’t end up with a million babies that we didn’t plan on. We took their suggestion and purchased two baby boy rats. The idea of having rats in our house didn’t sit too well with me at first, but soon after they came home, I grew more fond of them.
Their personalities couldn’t be any more opposite of one another. We named them Ren and Stimpy after the cartoon on t.v. It was one of my favorite cartoons on t.v. when I was a teenager. Ren is the shyer rat and tends to hang back whenever there is noise or possible “danger” nearby. Ren is very skittish and jumpy if you make any sudden movements. Stimpy is the complete opposite of Ren. Stimpy is very outgoing and friendly and has adopted the role of “big brother” so to speak, he is always the first to come to see me when I get home. He is aggressive in nature and protects his wimpy brother Ren from any harm. Sometimes they do fight like brothers when we are asleep. I will wake up in the morning and one of them will have a bloody nose from having their butt kicked the night before. They always make up in the end and life goes on as normal.
As far as appearance goes they are very different from each other. Ren is an albino rat, which means he is pure white and has pink eyes. He is practically blind because of the pigment in his eyes, it makes it harder for him to see things. He uses his sense of smell more than his sight. He has a cute little pink nose that wiggles up and down when he sniffs something. Stimpy is half black and half white. His head and upper body is black and the rest of him is white. His eyes are fine and he doesn’t have the trouble Ren does when it comes to seeing objects. Their hands and feet are so cute; they look very similar to human hands and feet just on a smaller scale. They are getting really used to the good life. They have no worries, no bills and best of all no responsibility. All they do every day is eat, sleep and play. That’s the life of luxury if you ask me.
Their favorite pastime is eating. They will eat anything we give them usually. At first we started them out with hamster food and then that developed into cat food. The next thing I started doing was giving them table scraps. That was a big mistake because now I can’t get them to stop begging at dinnertime. I feed them bread, chips, fruit and vegetables. In fact they probably eat better than both of us combined. When I put some food up to the cage, Stimpy comes running over and snatch’s it out of my hand then runs to his corner to eat his meal alone. While keeping guard to make sure nobody is going to take his food away. Ren takes a little longer to come take the food from me. When he finally comes to the food, he gently pulls it out of my hand and takes little nibbles instead of woofing it down like his brother does.
When I bought these little guys from the pet store over a year ago, I did’nt see bonding with them the way I have. To be honest I really didn’t like them when we first got them. They gave me the creeps when I would look at their long tails. It took a little adjusting and an eight hour project to build a top-notch cage that will last forever and is escape proof. They are family to us now and I really enjoy playing with them and watching them play with each other. Sometimes they like to wrestle around, and I have caught Stimpy sleeping on his back with his feet and hands in the air. It’s very funny to see. They are very interesting to watch, and are supposed to be very smart animals. I can say for sure that I do agree they are smart animals. They are also loving and affectionate. I hope my rats live a long and healthy life.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Graf # 9 Meta Graf-Classification
Graf #9 Meta Graf
I thought to myself, DAMN! I gotta take the trash out. I forgot to earlier when I went out for a Cigarette. I got up from my chair and desk to stretch my legs and get the kinks out of my back. That love cause essay was more difficult than I anticipated it to be. I thought as I pulled the liner out of the trash can and tied it up. I shouldn’t be, because that is the way I feel about him. It should come naturally for me to talk about how I feel and why I love my partner. That didn’t mean I loved him any less because my brain was cramping up. I opened the door and jogged down the stairs to bring the trash out. I pushed the door open from the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement behind the door. Oh few, it was just my next door neighbor coming in from getting the mail. She is a nice woman, but if you ask me she is a little too nosy for her own good. I got this GOD awful smell coming from the dumpster that smelled like old, crusty socks and rotting vegetables all in one. I grabbed the bag and held my breath as I chucked it over the side of the dumpster. As I threw the bag over my head, some nasty juice from the bottom of the bag dripped onto my shirt. I was so absolutely gross. I felt like I was going to puke right there. I took a minute to gather my breath and sense of smell back and went back upstairs. When I got to the apartment, I peeled of my wet, stinky shirt and threw it in the trash. There was no way I was evergoing to get that nasty smell out of my shirt now. OH SHIT! I forgot that there was a deadline for the cause essay I was working on. It was tonight, and medical term HW 1 & 2 is due by midnight as well as the English. That’s nice, now I need my brain to work so that can finish the end of the essay. I looked at the clock on the wall and it read 10:30 pm. Well I better place my fingers over the keyboard of my laptop and start typing.
I thought to myself, DAMN! I gotta take the trash out. I forgot to earlier when I went out for a Cigarette. I got up from my chair and desk to stretch my legs and get the kinks out of my back. That love cause essay was more difficult than I anticipated it to be. I thought as I pulled the liner out of the trash can and tied it up. I shouldn’t be, because that is the way I feel about him. It should come naturally for me to talk about how I feel and why I love my partner. That didn’t mean I loved him any less because my brain was cramping up. I opened the door and jogged down the stairs to bring the trash out. I pushed the door open from the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement behind the door. Oh few, it was just my next door neighbor coming in from getting the mail. She is a nice woman, but if you ask me she is a little too nosy for her own good. I got this GOD awful smell coming from the dumpster that smelled like old, crusty socks and rotting vegetables all in one. I grabbed the bag and held my breath as I chucked it over the side of the dumpster. As I threw the bag over my head, some nasty juice from the bottom of the bag dripped onto my shirt. I was so absolutely gross. I felt like I was going to puke right there. I took a minute to gather my breath and sense of smell back and went back upstairs. When I got to the apartment, I peeled of my wet, stinky shirt and threw it in the trash. There was no way I was evergoing to get that nasty smell out of my shirt now. OH SHIT! I forgot that there was a deadline for the cause essay I was working on. It was tonight, and medical term HW 1 & 2 is due by midnight as well as the English. That’s nice, now I need my brain to work so that can finish the end of the essay. I looked at the clock on the wall and it read 10:30 pm. Well I better place my fingers over the keyboard of my laptop and start typing.
Contrast
Contrast
In comparison Ren and Stimpy look like any normal rat but looks are deceiving. They couldn’t be any more different from each other. When we took them home from the pet store, they were so small and so curious. I remember the first time that they ran on my shoulders and snuggled my neck. At first it was kinda freaky having a rat crawling through your hair. But over time I got used to it. They have the best life of any rat in the world. They eat top notch food and have only the finest linens to sleep on. The name Ren and Stimpy says it all. You automatically think they are mischievous creatures from their name. Ren is an albino rat which means that he is all white and is practically blind with pink eyes. Stimpy is black and white and seems to see fine. He is the protector rat. He protects Ren from any danger that is near. While Ren is hiding in the corner scared shitless. Stimpy comes running over and confronts what the potential danger that might be there. Their personalities are totally opposite of one another. They are brothers from the same litter and they are like any other sibling when it comes to sibling rivalry. Some mornings I wake up and one will have a bloody nose from a brotherly spat the night before. Usually the loser is Ren and he ends up with a bloody nose on many occasions. They are very interesting to watch in their 4 foot by 3 foot custom cage that we built for them. The cage has three levels. It has a wooden frame with metal chicken wire around it so that they can’t escape. They became very cozy in their new cage even since the first night that we put them in it. They have the life of luxury for a rat. They eat better than most people that I know. They have the best life. They are hand fed food and sleep all day and party all night. Wouldn’t it be nice to be them? No responsibility, no bills, and everything handed to you on a silver platter!
In comparison Ren and Stimpy look like any normal rat but looks are deceiving. They couldn’t be any more different from each other. When we took them home from the pet store, they were so small and so curious. I remember the first time that they ran on my shoulders and snuggled my neck. At first it was kinda freaky having a rat crawling through your hair. But over time I got used to it. They have the best life of any rat in the world. They eat top notch food and have only the finest linens to sleep on. The name Ren and Stimpy says it all. You automatically think they are mischievous creatures from their name. Ren is an albino rat which means that he is all white and is practically blind with pink eyes. Stimpy is black and white and seems to see fine. He is the protector rat. He protects Ren from any danger that is near. While Ren is hiding in the corner scared shitless. Stimpy comes running over and confronts what the potential danger that might be there. Their personalities are totally opposite of one another. They are brothers from the same litter and they are like any other sibling when it comes to sibling rivalry. Some mornings I wake up and one will have a bloody nose from a brotherly spat the night before. Usually the loser is Ren and he ends up with a bloody nose on many occasions. They are very interesting to watch in their 4 foot by 3 foot custom cage that we built for them. The cage has three levels. It has a wooden frame with metal chicken wire around it so that they can’t escape. They became very cozy in their new cage even since the first night that we put them in it. They have the life of luxury for a rat. They eat better than most people that I know. They have the best life. They are hand fed food and sleep all day and party all night. Wouldn’t it be nice to be them? No responsibility, no bills, and everything handed to you on a silver platter!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Graf # 8 Love-Cause
Since the very day I met Geromy, I have been completely head-over heels in love with him. You know when something’s different when your stomach starts to turn and feels like real butterflies dancing around. Every time I would see him after that I would start to blush and that familiar mysterious fluttering in my stomach would start all over again. I got nervous because I didn’t want to do something stupid and drive him away. Our love grew stronger as the days went by. We would go through the worst weather and sub-zero temps to be with each other. Just holding each other on a park bench in the middle of winter when it’s snowing and 20 degrees out is real debtication. We had to sneak around to see each other. He would pick me up from my place and every time I got into his truck I felt serious exhilaration. We would sing to music and ride around and in no time we became best friends. We also have had very romantic moments in private places around the state of Maine from our escapes. We still have that connection 2 years later and we can still finish each other’s thoughts as well. I feel like we are meant to be together forever.
Since the very day I met Geromy, I have been completely head-over heels in love with him. You know when something’s different when your stomach starts to turn and feels like real butterflies dancing around. Every time I would see him after that I would start to blush and that familiar mysterious fluttering in my stomach would start all over again. I got nervous because I didn’t want to do something stupid and drive him away. Our love grew stronger as the days went by. We would go through the worst weather and sub-zero temps to be with each other. Just holding each other on a park bench in the middle of winter when it’s snowing and 20 degrees out is real debtication. We had to sneak around to see each other. He would pick me up from my place and every time I got into his truck I felt serious exhilaration. We would sing to music and ride around and in no time we became best friends. We also have had very romantic moments in private places around the state of Maine from our escapes. We still have that connection 2 years later and we can still finish each other’s thoughts as well. I feel like we are meant to be together forever.
Today, I called my grandmother Helen. I asked her how everything is going in her and grandpa’s life. She said it was going great and they were both in good health except for a few minor problems. I was relieved to hear that from her. You see, about ten years ago our family learned that my grandfather Henry has Alzheimer’s disease. I am determined to research everything about the disease so I can help my family cope with his condition. How quickly does Alzheimer’s disease progress and is it possible to stop the progression altogether? This is what I will research to educate myself on ways to help my grandparents.
freestyle 7
I have to admit that I am getting a little spring fever myself these days. It has been sunny and warm outside for the past few days. It feels like a little slice of heaven to be completely honest with you. I have been able to take advantage of the nice weather and take a nice long walk each day. I have been making a routine of taking a walk to feel healthier and get ready for the nicer weather. The main thing I have been obsessing over is getting my body ready for the dreaded bathing suit. This year is better so far than last. For the past couple years I have completely avoided the subject all together because I was WAY TOO overweight to feel right at the beach or the public pool. I am working hard this year and I already went out and bought the coolest bathing suit I have ever owned in my life. I cant wait to improve the look more as summer aproaches. I can actually look at myself in the mirror and not want to run away horrified by the rolls and bunches under the suit. It all comes down to whether or not I have respect for myself to obtain this important goal in my life. Some people think things like that dont matter in life, but to someone that has never experienced the joy of feeling good about herself in her own skin, it makes all the difference in the world.
isearch why and how
Introduction
Alzheimer’s disease is a progressive, ultimately fatal, disorder in which certain types of nerve cells in particular areas of the brain degenerate and die for unknown reasons.
Vulnerable brain regions include the amygdala as well as the hippocampus and areas around the hippocampus, and affected cell populations include cortical pathways involved in catecholaminergic, seritonergic and cholinergic transmission. Advancing pathology is believed to underlie the classic clinical presentation of memory deficits followed by gradual erosion of judgment, reasoning ability, verbal fluency and other cognitive skills.
Pathology
The two "hallmark" Alzheimer lesions observable at autopsy – first described by German neuropsychiatrist Alois Alzheimer in 1906 – are amyloid plaques and neurofibrillary tangles. Plaques are extracellular deposits of abnormally processed amyloid precursor protein, and tangles are intracellular accumulations of the cytoskeletal protein tau.
Researchers now recognize that development of plaques and tangles may represent a fairly late-stage in the disease process that may or may not reflect the fundamental biochemical disruptions at work in Alzheimer’s. Although the "amyloid hypothesis," which assigns a central causative role to abnormal amyloid processing, remains the most widely embraced theory, other active areas of research include tau, inflammation, disruptions of cell signaling pathways and cardiovascular risk factors.
Management
Key elements of disease management include timely diagnosis and effective use of available therapies to manage cognitive and behavioral symptoms. Other important considerations include identifying comorbid conditions and monitoring individuals for adequate nutrition, hydration and pain management as well as signs of abuse.
Drugs currently approved specifically to treat Alzheimer symptoms all act chiefly by inhibiting acetylcholinesterase, the main enzyme that breaks down acetylcholine. For about 50 percent of the individuals who take them, these drugs offer a modest, temporary delay in worsening of cognitive symptoms. But cholinesterase inhibitors do not stop underlying neurodegeneration, and the disease inevitably progresses.
Alzheimer’s disease is a progressive, ultimately fatal, disorder in which certain types of nerve cells in particular areas of the brain degenerate and die for unknown reasons.
Vulnerable brain regions include the amygdala as well as the hippocampus and areas around the hippocampus, and affected cell populations include cortical pathways involved in catecholaminergic, seritonergic and cholinergic transmission. Advancing pathology is believed to underlie the classic clinical presentation of memory deficits followed by gradual erosion of judgment, reasoning ability, verbal fluency and other cognitive skills.
Pathology
The two "hallmark" Alzheimer lesions observable at autopsy – first described by German neuropsychiatrist Alois Alzheimer in 1906 – are amyloid plaques and neurofibrillary tangles. Plaques are extracellular deposits of abnormally processed amyloid precursor protein, and tangles are intracellular accumulations of the cytoskeletal protein tau.
Researchers now recognize that development of plaques and tangles may represent a fairly late-stage in the disease process that may or may not reflect the fundamental biochemical disruptions at work in Alzheimer’s. Although the "amyloid hypothesis," which assigns a central causative role to abnormal amyloid processing, remains the most widely embraced theory, other active areas of research include tau, inflammation, disruptions of cell signaling pathways and cardiovascular risk factors.
Management
Key elements of disease management include timely diagnosis and effective use of available therapies to manage cognitive and behavioral symptoms. Other important considerations include identifying comorbid conditions and monitoring individuals for adequate nutrition, hydration and pain management as well as signs of abuse.
Drugs currently approved specifically to treat Alzheimer symptoms all act chiefly by inhibiting acetylcholinesterase, the main enzyme that breaks down acetylcholine. For about 50 percent of the individuals who take them, these drugs offer a modest, temporary delay in worsening of cognitive symptoms. But cholinesterase inhibitors do not stop underlying neurodegeneration, and the disease inevitably progresses.
isearch background
Isearch background by Amanda Hamblen
• Alzheimer’s disease is a brain disorder named for German physician Alois Alzheimer, who first described it in 1906. Scientists have learned a great deal about Alzheimer’s disease in the century since Dr. Alzheimer first drew attention to it. Today we know that Alzheimer’sIs a progressive and fatal brain disease. As many as 5.3 million Americans are living with Alzheimer’s disease. Alzheimer's destroys brain cells, causing memory loss and problems with thinking and behavior severe enough to affect work, lifelong hobbies or social life. Alzheimer’s gets worse over time, and it is fatal. Today it is the seventh-leading cause of death in the United States. Learn more: Warning Signs and Stages of Alzheimer’s Disease.
• Is the most common form of dementia, a general term for memory loss and other intellectual abilities serious enough to interfere with daily life. Alzheimer’s disease accounts for 50 to 80 percent of dementia cases. Other types of dementia include vascular dementia, mixed dementia, dementia with Lewy bodies and frontotemporal dementia
• Has no current cure. But treatments for symptoms, combined with the right services and support, can make life better for the millions of Americans living with Alzheimer’s. There is an accelerating worldwide effort under way to find better ways to treat the disease, delay its onset, or prevent it from developing.
About ten years ago, my family received the news that my grandfather Henry had moderate Alzheimer’s disease. He was told to start taking some new medications and the doctor wrote scripts out to him and sent my grandparents home with devasting news. Our whole family was affected by the sad news. I remember when I got the call from grandmother about what the doctor had to say. It felt like I was punched in the gut by a boxer. I couldn’t breathe for a min or so. Then I started crying hysterically. I took it real hard in the beginning. Lately the disease is winning because he is getting worse. I called them to check on how everything was. I sent them a picture of Geromy and I that I had made on the computer with a new program I have. I said thank you for my birthday card they had sent me, my grandmother Helen said that grandpa didn’t recognize he either Geromy or Me in the photo. I was instantly hit with severe sadness and took an emotional dive. It’s very hard for me to face reality sometimes. I do block certain things out but I couldn’t do it this time. It took a few days until I went back to semi-normal emotions.
• Alzheimer’s disease is a brain disorder named for German physician Alois Alzheimer, who first described it in 1906. Scientists have learned a great deal about Alzheimer’s disease in the century since Dr. Alzheimer first drew attention to it. Today we know that Alzheimer’sIs a progressive and fatal brain disease. As many as 5.3 million Americans are living with Alzheimer’s disease. Alzheimer's destroys brain cells, causing memory loss and problems with thinking and behavior severe enough to affect work, lifelong hobbies or social life. Alzheimer’s gets worse over time, and it is fatal. Today it is the seventh-leading cause of death in the United States. Learn more: Warning Signs and Stages of Alzheimer’s Disease.
• Is the most common form of dementia, a general term for memory loss and other intellectual abilities serious enough to interfere with daily life. Alzheimer’s disease accounts for 50 to 80 percent of dementia cases. Other types of dementia include vascular dementia, mixed dementia, dementia with Lewy bodies and frontotemporal dementia
• Has no current cure. But treatments for symptoms, combined with the right services and support, can make life better for the millions of Americans living with Alzheimer’s. There is an accelerating worldwide effort under way to find better ways to treat the disease, delay its onset, or prevent it from developing.
About ten years ago, my family received the news that my grandfather Henry had moderate Alzheimer’s disease. He was told to start taking some new medications and the doctor wrote scripts out to him and sent my grandparents home with devasting news. Our whole family was affected by the sad news. I remember when I got the call from grandmother about what the doctor had to say. It felt like I was punched in the gut by a boxer. I couldn’t breathe for a min or so. Then I started crying hysterically. I took it real hard in the beginning. Lately the disease is winning because he is getting worse. I called them to check on how everything was. I sent them a picture of Geromy and I that I had made on the computer with a new program I have. I said thank you for my birthday card they had sent me, my grandmother Helen said that grandpa didn’t recognize he either Geromy or Me in the photo. I was instantly hit with severe sadness and took an emotional dive. It’s very hard for me to face reality sometimes. I do block certain things out but I couldn’t do it this time. It took a few days until I went back to semi-normal emotions.
Prompt 7
Sitting here chuggin’ my favorite beverage, listening to Guns N Roses- “ I used to love her “ But I had to kill her, I put her six feet under. I remember back to when this song was popular, I was probably in my teens and in high school. Wow I haven’t thought about the days when I used to go to the skate center and hang with my friends. Roller skating and dancing with the boys and talking to my friends. I haven’t thought about the roller skating days for over ten years. Those were the days, no responsibility, no complicated relationships, and best of all; no bills. I didn’t realize how good I had it, not until its gone. It’s almost as if, I never learn from my mistakes. I always ignore the signs, until it’s too late. And here goes: I guess it’s like the saying goes “You never realize how good you have it until it’s gone.” Boy if I could re-live my life, I would do a lot of things differently. In fact, I would do everything over again.
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