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Wednesday, April 27, 2011
YOUR Smart Phone Can Lead Pedophiles to YOUR Door – Find Out How
If you've ever used your smart phone to email photos of your children, you will be surprised to learn how easy it is for people to find you, your child, your child's school, and even your child's BEDROOM!
Watch the video to make sure your privacy is protected.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
When Kids Tell All
Just so you know – I never delved into my daycare kids' personal lives – they just offered up the information.
At the end of my daycare day, I related events of the day to the parents, who would usually roll their eyes, shake their heads, and laugh. If I had told them the private information I heard, though, they would have been thoroughly mortified.
I have always been fascinated by thought processes and perceptions, especially when they come from children. Truth or fiction, what children think they hear or see, because they base their observations upon such limited experiences, while not always factual, are true to the child. And they haven't yet developed the censorship skills their parents might wish they had.
Growing up, a friend of mine, whose parents probably wished they could have censored before she left their home each morning, often related private scenarios that took place in her home.
My mom would say, "Kathie, don't you think your parents would get upset if they found out you were telling us everything they did and said?" and Kathie would politely respond, "They won't mind."
Though I really don't want to know EVERYTHING that occurs in the homes of my children, if I spend even a little time with my grandchildren, I find out more information than I ever wanted to know. Yes, I know – kids exaggerate and many times don't have the complete picture, but I find their comments hilarious and I marvel at their perceptions.
I am about to relate a story about one child who perceived a situation based on prior experience, but for reasons that will soon become apparent, I have to disguise the names and the sexes of the people about whom I'm going to exploit (I mean blog) so as not to give away the identity.
Yesterday, while Boopie was working on a school project, Boopie heard a siren outside. Boopie's mom had left minutes earlier to drive Boopie's sibling, Chooch, to school. Upon hearing the siren, Boopie's eyes popped wide open. Searching the streets for the source of the siren, these words erupted from Boopie's mouth, "Oh, no! I hope that's not my mom getting arrested. She already has 3 tickets!"
Gotta love those gran…I mean those generic people!
Photo above is of one of my grandchildren and it has nothing at all to do with this blog ;)
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Development And How to Embarrass Your Prepubescent Daughter – Day #4 from the A-Z Challenge
Everyone knows that when a young girl reaches the age of 9, 10, or 11, she will begin to mature physically.
Parents expect little bumps to appear on their daughter's chests. My parents, however, expected the bumps to appear on both sides of my chest at the same time, and when only one bump appeared on one side of my chest, my parents took me to the doctor.
I don't fault them – I was their experiment child, their oldest daughter.
"What is wrong with her?" they asked the doctor as I sat naked on a table while the doctor carefully examined me. After several days (well, it felt that long), the doctor announced to my concerned parents that their oldest daughter was developing boobies.
Most parents would have thanked the doctor and left, because most parents would have noticed how uncomfortable their daughter was – sitting there in front of her whole family – naked (yes, my younger sisters were in the room with me, too, I think – I'm not really sure – because I was traumatized, all I remember is the utter embarrassment).
But no. Not my family. My family likes to extend torture. My parents thought that if they were paying this doctor to examine me and he was able to come up with a diagnosis that quickly they would have to get their money's worth, so they continued to ask questions and make comments and did everything in their power to prolong my agony.
"But it's on only one side!"
And I sat there thinking, "Great. I'm a lopsided prepubescent anomaly." Actually, I don't think any of those words were in my thoughts, but my fear was that I was possibly some type of alien.
Trying to assure my parents that I was not abnormal, the doctor said, "Most girls develop on one side only."
And so for those of you whose daughters develop little bumps on their chest, PLEASE don't bring them to the doctor when only one bump appears. It's NATURAL.
A side note: Happy Birthday to my youngest daughter, Brittney.
And that completes Day #4 from the A-Z Challenge. Brought to you by the letter, D.
Previous A-Z Challenge blogs:
Amazon Hates Me – Day #1 from the A-Z Challenge
Bored – Why? – Day #2 from the A-Z Challenge
Craziness – Day #2 from the A-Z Challenge
If you would like to read more from this author, click any of the following links:
Your Weird Dreams
Your Blog Connection
Help For Single Parents
My Heart Blogs To You
Writer of Blogs
Paranormal Minds
Product Favorites
Theresa Wiza's Blog
My Associated Content Articles
My Xomba Articles
Thank you for visiting!
Parents expect little bumps to appear on their daughter's chests. My parents, however, expected the bumps to appear on both sides of my chest at the same time, and when only one bump appeared on one side of my chest, my parents took me to the doctor.
I don't fault them – I was their experiment child, their oldest daughter.
"What is wrong with her?" they asked the doctor as I sat naked on a table while the doctor carefully examined me. After several days (well, it felt that long), the doctor announced to my concerned parents that their oldest daughter was developing boobies.
Most parents would have thanked the doctor and left, because most parents would have noticed how uncomfortable their daughter was – sitting there in front of her whole family – naked (yes, my younger sisters were in the room with me, too, I think – I'm not really sure – because I was traumatized, all I remember is the utter embarrassment).
But no. Not my family. My family likes to extend torture. My parents thought that if they were paying this doctor to examine me and he was able to come up with a diagnosis that quickly they would have to get their money's worth, so they continued to ask questions and make comments and did everything in their power to prolong my agony.
"But it's on only one side!"
And I sat there thinking, "Great. I'm a lopsided prepubescent anomaly." Actually, I don't think any of those words were in my thoughts, but my fear was that I was possibly some type of alien.
Trying to assure my parents that I was not abnormal, the doctor said, "Most girls develop on one side only."
And so for those of you whose daughters develop little bumps on their chest, PLEASE don't bring them to the doctor when only one bump appears. It's NATURAL.
A side note: Happy Birthday to my youngest daughter, Brittney.
And that completes Day #4 from the A-Z Challenge. Brought to you by the letter, D.
Previous A-Z Challenge blogs:
Amazon Hates Me – Day #1 from the A-Z Challenge
Bored – Why? – Day #2 from the A-Z Challenge
Craziness – Day #2 from the A-Z Challenge
If you would like to read more from this author, click any of the following links:
Your Weird Dreams
Your Blog Connection
Help For Single Parents
My Heart Blogs To You
Writer of Blogs
Paranormal Minds
Product Favorites
Theresa Wiza's Blog
My Associated Content Articles
My Xomba Articles
Thank you for visiting!
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Single Parents – Get Free Credit Scores
For single parents struggling to manage every day expenses, money is always a challenge whether they're purchasing a car, a home, clothes, or food.
Sadly, jobs don't always provide enough of an income to allow single parents to handle emergency expenses when they arise. And they do arise.
In 1995 my refrigerator went out a couple of months after my transmission AND engine fell apart (different cars – a couple of months apart). Within one year I needed $3,000. My salary was $7,000.
Obviously my job paid less than I needed to survive WITHOUT catastrophes hitting me, and when that refrigerator went, I felt myself sink into depths of poverty so dark I hoped the only way out was up until I felt the bottom drop even more. I fell from one financial crisis into another into another...
With no bank account from which to draw, I had no money to buy a new refrigerator. So I purchased a couple of coolers and some ice, filled them with all of the items from my refrigerator, and then realized, after several days, that, after a month, the cost of ice would equal a monthly payment for a new refrigerator.
I was trapped in a Catch 22 situation; I couldn't afford a new refrigerator, but I also couldn't afford not to have one. So I decided I had to figure out a way to get one.
Would my credit score allow stores to trust me to buy their merchandise on credit? From feeding the kids to providing a roof over their heads, to clothing their growing bodies, and fitting them with new shoes each year, I just couldn't handle the day to day expenses AND all of the disasters that occurred time and time again.
Fortunately my credit was in good standing and I was able to get the refrigerator. As time went on, though, expenses increased and my credit score dropped when I co-signed for a couple of cars for my kids.
The overwhelming cost of raising kids, borrowing first from one credit card to make a payment on another credit card, eventually caught up with me. When I had to claim bankruptcy, my credit score took a nose dive, and it took me years to catch up.
Today I'm surviving. I'm not wealthy, and without help, I would be in bad shape, but I'm not living on the streets either. I no longer use credit cards, but to exist in this world, I have to have credit, so I keep an unused credit card in my purse – just in case.
Knowing my credit score helps me decide if I can afford to get a new car when my 2002 Saturn finally gives out or if I need to get a new refrigerator when this one breaks down.
Interested in knowing your credit score? Finding it is easy. Just click free credit score to get immediate access to your credit scores from all 3 credit bureaus. You will also receive reports and educational information, including tips on how to safeguard your credit and your identity.
If you would like to read more from this author, click any of the following links:
Your Weird Dreams
Your Blog Connection
Help For Single Parents
My Heart Blogs To You
Writer of Blogs
Paranormal Minds
Product Favorites
Theresa Wiza's Blog
My Associated Content Articles
My Xomba Articles
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Sadly, jobs don't always provide enough of an income to allow single parents to handle emergency expenses when they arise. And they do arise.
In 1995 my refrigerator went out a couple of months after my transmission AND engine fell apart (different cars – a couple of months apart). Within one year I needed $3,000. My salary was $7,000.
Obviously my job paid less than I needed to survive WITHOUT catastrophes hitting me, and when that refrigerator went, I felt myself sink into depths of poverty so dark I hoped the only way out was up until I felt the bottom drop even more. I fell from one financial crisis into another into another...
With no bank account from which to draw, I had no money to buy a new refrigerator. So I purchased a couple of coolers and some ice, filled them with all of the items from my refrigerator, and then realized, after several days, that, after a month, the cost of ice would equal a monthly payment for a new refrigerator.
I was trapped in a Catch 22 situation; I couldn't afford a new refrigerator, but I also couldn't afford not to have one. So I decided I had to figure out a way to get one.
Would my credit score allow stores to trust me to buy their merchandise on credit? From feeding the kids to providing a roof over their heads, to clothing their growing bodies, and fitting them with new shoes each year, I just couldn't handle the day to day expenses AND all of the disasters that occurred time and time again.
Fortunately my credit was in good standing and I was able to get the refrigerator. As time went on, though, expenses increased and my credit score dropped when I co-signed for a couple of cars for my kids.
The overwhelming cost of raising kids, borrowing first from one credit card to make a payment on another credit card, eventually caught up with me. When I had to claim bankruptcy, my credit score took a nose dive, and it took me years to catch up.
Today I'm surviving. I'm not wealthy, and without help, I would be in bad shape, but I'm not living on the streets either. I no longer use credit cards, but to exist in this world, I have to have credit, so I keep an unused credit card in my purse – just in case.
Knowing my credit score helps me decide if I can afford to get a new car when my 2002 Saturn finally gives out or if I need to get a new refrigerator when this one breaks down.
Interested in knowing your credit score? Finding it is easy. Just click free credit score to get immediate access to your credit scores from all 3 credit bureaus. You will also receive reports and educational information, including tips on how to safeguard your credit and your identity.
If you would like to read more from this author, click any of the following links:
Your Weird Dreams
Your Blog Connection
Help For Single Parents
My Heart Blogs To You
Writer of Blogs
Paranormal Minds
Product Favorites
Theresa Wiza's Blog
My Associated Content Articles
My Xomba Articles
Thank you for visiting!
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