I’m hesitant to speak out about the Florida school shooting, especially since I haven’t read every news account, but, I’d like to make a suggestion to school boards across the US. I suggest that if a student is found to have concerning posts on social media and/or threatening encounters with other students or teachers, rather than simply expelling the student, please consider offering that student free counseling by a valid psychologist. Give that student an opportunity to work out their feelings with someone who is qualified and offers a confidential setting. It would be a small expense that could save many lives.
When I was a kid, my favorite time of the year was summer. My second favorite time of the year was fall.
In the summer and at Thanksgiving, I was lucky enough to go on road trips with my family, to visit Vermont, New Hampshire, and Virginia.
I got to see my beloved cousins and enjoy the great outdoors while camping and visiting resorts, thanks to our grandfather.
One of our trips was to Manassas Battlefield when I was pretty young. I remember there being a lot of walking, and a lot of bugs.
Whenever we all, as a family, got to one of the monuments at Manassas, I just wanted to rest. But the joy of pushing a button on an interactive display kept me going. I push the button, and someone speaks!
When I pushed the button, a tired voice would come out of the monument, a tired man tired of battles would speak to me, and tell me to turn my head and look around at the ground on which he fought. He’d tell me exactly what he saw, that day, that time, way back when. He’d tell me what hardships he went through, and how doubtful he was about his chances to survive.
I would hate to see the day that any of us Americans turn our back on history, no matter how much we might not like it.
I would hate to see the day when we silence the voices of those who walked this earth before we did.
I would hate to stop learning and trying to seek answers, when that should be our sole purpose here on earth.
Thanks LisB. I do like it and its home page.
A side note: For those of you interested in how the caucus delegates get divided up in the Utah Caucus. This is from the Salt Lake Tribune.
Toile de Jouy simply means “cloth made in Jouy en Josas,” a village in southwest France. This type of cloth was soon just called by this name even though it was made in other countries. The factory became famous because of it’s monochromatic prints of scenes with people in the French country side. Come join us as we explore this fabric that began in 1760 and is still produced today even though the original factory closed in 1843.
The factory was founded in 1760 by Christophe-Philippe Oberkampf. He was a descendant of family of Bavarian dyers. He was inspired by the traditional Indian printing techniques. In 1686 France banned the Indian fabrics both the import and making of them. This was not lifted until 1759. France was behind in this technology of this very popular fashion in fabrics. Oberkampf left Germany and started the factory. Other countries that was printing…
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First let me write one thing, and that is that we are not in Kansas anymore. And with that I mean that we are in totally uncharted country. Icelandic Met Office has the best volcanologists on the planet, and they pretty much never make a mistake. They are quite simply the best and their reputation at this site is set in solidified lava.
So, when people like that in an hour first states that a small eruption has started and an hour later recant on the statement it does not hamper our confidence in their abilities, it is instead a sign of how “out there” what we are seeing right now really is.
What is happening now is really like if you walked down a familiar street and turn…
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This is extremely interesting. It is worth reading.
I once again reiterate that it is Icelandic Met Office and Almannavarnadeild ríkislögreglustjóra that has the authority to issue warnings for Iceland in regards of eruptions and jökulhlaups.
For airborne ash advisories it is in the following order London VAAC and IMO that issues advisories. That being said here follows a brief update upon what is happening in Bárðarbunga and Grimsvötns fissure swarms.
Volcanic love in the ground
Who would have thought that the two largest volcanoes of their type on earth could make love to each other? Well, let me expound a bit on how they do it physically. For anyone who is a bit sensitive, this is where you should stop reading. It will get very graphical.
Since the seismic swarm started there has been quite a lot of confusion about what is going on, and where…
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This is for you Flowerchild. Some really interesting stuff on this site.
Also known as Navajo tamales—this is a staple in the Navajo diet and a healthier alternative to fry bread.
7 ears fresh corn
2 tablespoons shortening
1 cup water
Heat oven to 350 degrees F.
1. Scrape corn kernels from cob with a sharp knife, reserving husks. Use the dull side of the knife to scrape the cob and release the corn milk.
2. Grind kernels in a blender and transfer to a bowl. Add shortening, salt to taste, and water only enough to make a paste.
3. Divide the mixture equally into seven husks. Lay out the husk with the natural curl facing up to enclose the filling. Spoon the filling lengthwise into the center of the husk. Using strips of husks, tie both ends. Carefully bend the husk in half to tie the two ends together. Wrap husks in aluminum foil and place on a baking sheet…
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I thought you would enjoy this bathroom quilt,
A wonderful quilted bathmat for your bathroom. We have lots of patterns for quilted items for the house but it is unusual to find a pattern for the bathroom. Falling leaves bathmat is a fun quilt to make.
Florence La Ganke was hired by Nashville Banner in 1928 to create quilting patterns every week for the newspaper. She created the Nancy Page quilt club, a fictitious group of quilters who would meet once a week with Nancy Page to learn a new pattern and quilt. She would write a interesting story each week about this fictitious group of women who lives was similar to the lives of women who read the column. Readers became just as interested in their lives as they did in the patterns. The early days of the column most of the patterns were block patterns. One of them was a maple leaf pattern that was called…
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Make your own celery flakes.
I am getting ready to make Christmas gifts from my kitchen and this past year I needed celery flakes for a recipe I wanted to make. I have not bought celery flakes in a long time and this was a heirloom recipe. I had to look in several stores to finely find them. They were very expensive at least for me. Later I ran across a recipe for drying celery leaves and I thought why didn’t I think of that. I usually chop up the leaves from the celery and freeze them in a baggy for soup. Also the light bulb in my head came on and I realized I could also dry sweet red and green pepper flakes too. I had needed them for a cracker recipe I wanted to do this fall. Years ago I used to buy them but I cannot find them locally any more…
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It has been a while since I’ve written on here so I thought I would come on and say hello. Alot has happened on the unit that I have worked for about a year. Among the lack of sleep from my thoughts racing due to the kids on my mind from all of their traumas to being in school again to work on my Bachelors degree. I’d like to give you two the brief case studies on my most memorable patients and how they’ve impacted me.
Over the past year I have learned a lot about child and adolescent psychiatric care. Never before in my life did I think a small child would have to endure the pain, horror, and terrifying abuse that some of these children have had to face. Seeing the look on the faces of these children who have been sexually abused by relatives, family friends, or rarely strangers; rips at your very soul. I find sleep escapes as the child’s face enters my mind’s eye, an image of them cowering in the corner fills my thoughts. I’m paralyzed with reality and I am not a confused child who is inexperienced in the trials of life and all that is evil. I am not the abused. The same child has been to 4 or 5 different foster homes in the span of 4 weeks. She has no one to love her and she asks me “can you be my mommy?”