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Random thoughts of a misguided writer who got lost along the way...and became a mother and wife with a life she never expected.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Bubble Lovers
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Brotherly Love
And sometimes, not so much...
Hair pulling. This was taken just before Tyler yelled "Ow!" LOL
Happily, they seem to like each other most of the time. I know this is just a lull before the storm. Already I am hearing, "Mom! Max is touching my stuff!" "Mom! Max is touching my food!" "Mom! Max is touching ME!" "No Max! Go away and leave me alone!" *sigh*
Max's response to Tyler's yelling? He shrieks like a howler monkey and throws things at Tyler. It gets his point across. Heh.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Hair Envy
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Snow Day!
The other thing that bugs me is how different Tyler's schedule is from his pal Maddie in Alabama. Top on our list of places to visit when it's NOT summer is Alabama and my friend Kim. When does the kids' schedules match up? Christmas and Thanksgiving Day. You all know what my family would do if I announced we were going on vacation over one of those two holidays. No? Use your imagination. Be sure to add in loads of guilt and mental torture.
So, here it is, Saturday morning and the house is QUIET. The cats are in heavenly bliss at my feet. I'm the only one home! The boys decided to go out to McDonald's for breakfast and let Mommy sleep in. Aww! But shhhh...Mommy isn't sleeping. Silly Mommy! Nope. She is at her computer uploading videos to YouTube. Like this one from yesterday (the snow):
I know. What was I thinking? I should just go back to bed now. After I email another video to the grandparents. My mom has been itching to see Max's reaction to the Valentine's gift she sent him. My mom loves these stuffed animals that talk/sing/do weird stuff. She is always sending them to the boys. I have to admit, I've captured some pretty hilarious reactions to these critters over the years. Most of them are in my video collection on YouTube.
Friday, February 22, 2008
WeAss #204: My Favorite Year
- The year I met John was also the year I dropped out of school and had some of the worst fights with my parents that I can recall.
- The year we got married was also the year we lost John's sister to brain cancer and I'd lost my best friend not that long before.
- The day we found out our portfolio had been selected and we were "expecting" our first child was also 9/11. Yes, THAT 9/11.
- The fantastic year we spent traveling around the country as a family was also the year John was unemployed and we were eating away at our life's savings, trying not to panic.
I could keep going... The challenge was trying to find a year where the good stuff far outweighed the bad. So, I sat and tried to think. I went back through my blog to jog my memory. I walked away from this entry no less that 38 times because the boys needed something or I had to go do something.
So there is the REAL challenge. Finishing this entry/finding enough uninterrupted time to give my life some serious thought. Now, hours after starting this entry, I find I am too tired to find the answer. My brain, instead, offers this conclusion: Any year in which I continue to breath and my immediate family does the same is a good year. A favorite among those years would be the ones where we are also in good health, have enough money and manage to make memories some place fun with our boys. That'll do.
Bye Bye Babas!
First thing this morning I handed him a sippy full of milk. He looked at it for a moment, puzzled. Then he shrugged and started to drink. That was it.
*sniff* My baby!
I guess potty training comes next. But I won't have the same reluctance to give up diapers! No sir!
Monday, February 18, 2008
Monday Photo Shoot: Relax!
Informal Survey - Cell Phones
So. I haven't looked at cell phones (except the iPhone) at ALL in many years. Nor have I researched plans/companies. So. Here are my questions:
- What cell phone, plan and company do YOU have?
- Do you like them?
- Who would you vehemently say I need to stay away from?
- Any thoughts of a cell phoney nature are greatly appreciated. Thanks!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Late Night Conversations
I'm so glad John is home. It's nice having a lively conversation with an actual adult for a change.
Speaking of John - he called the doctor's office yesterday and made me an appointment. I guess he got tired of listening to me groan in pain. I didn't see my regular doc and wasn't too thrilled with the one who saw me. No one gave me a gown. I sat in the exam room on a plastic chair while the doctor told me to lift my shirt. While she poked at the sore areas on my chest, she took a phone call in the exam room from lord knows who.
As she is talking on the phone, she tells me take down my pants so she can exam my injured knees. I was crying from the pain and she was only half paying attention to what I was telling her. She finally hung up the call and said, "You should have gone to the hospital right after your fall and had xrays done. Now I'm just going to have to send you there now." And that was it. I was dismissed. I had to stop her from walking out and asked her if the hospital would give me something for pain (since it was obvious she wasn't going to - even after commenting several times on how much pain I seemed to be in.)
Her reaction? "Oh? You want something for the pain?" DUH! Why would I drag my battered body all the way to Denville, screaming in pain every time we hit a pothole, just to be poked and told "go get xrays"?! She gave me a script for Tylenol with Codeine and that was it. I told John to skip the hospital. Xrays would be a waste of time. I know I didn't break anything.
The meds are helping a bit. Better than what I was taking before - regular Tylenol and Aleve. At least I was able to lay down and actually fall asleep. That was a big improvement.
As a side note... HEY BLOGGER! When are you going to fix spell check?! My spell check button hasn't worked in over a week! So, sorry for any spelling errors, folks.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Interesting Adoptee Story
It's interesting to me how polarized the debate is on whether or not to grant access to previously sealed birth records. Many lawmakers claim they want to protect the privacy of the birth parents, while others state these "privacy" laws were originally enacted to protect the adoptive parents/child from unwanted contact (which is true - birth mothers in the 40s, 50s and 60s were never given any guarantee of privacy, only the adoptive families were.)
I just wish there was a more accurate representation in the media of how most reunions go down. You mostly hear the horror stories, when actually the statistics show most reunions have a positive outcome. Maybe then the lawmakers who are so entrenched in their belief that they are protecting the privacy of birth parents would wise up and see that most of us, adoptees and first parents, have the ability to act like adults. We can act like adults and accept the situation, how ever it plays out. Not everyone wants contact, on BOTH sides of the equation. We can all wear our big girl panties and accept life as it comes.
I'm lucky and happy that things worked out how I always wanted them to. I'm getting to know Liz and I finally have answers to all those little questions that plagued me my whole life. I'm sure she would say the same...she has answers now too. Where things go from here really doesn't matter. The end result remains the same. We had a successful reunion.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Ow ow owie ow ow!
Tyler's school was closed yesterday...we had a snow storm followed rapidly by a freezing rain storm. The end result was ice, and lots of it. The driveway was like glass. I carefully maneuvered the boys to the van, got Tyler in and then picked my way around to Max's side to strap him into his car seat. I'm not sure how, but suddenly my feet just went out from under me. My chest slammed into the ledge/step of the minivan and my knees took the rest of the impact on the ice. I continued to slide away from the van while desperately trying to hold on, wrenching my upper back and neck with the effort.
I had the wind knocked out of me but good and I was in agony from the pain in my chest and knees. I was yelling with the pain and gasping for air, all the while thinking karma is a bitch. You see, just last night I watched a YouTube video that another blogger had posted. It was called "the grape lady" or something to that effect...a news clip from some morning show where the reporter takes a NASTY fall when she tries to climb out of a vat of grapes she was stomping.
Many people find the video funny (it's a phenom on YouTube with many edited versions and music videos). I didn't laugh. I watched it and felt really badly for the poor woman. I probably shouldn't have watched it at all.
So there I was, writhing in pain on the ice, both boys still in the van in the frigid cold. I couldn't stand up. No matter how I tried, the pain in my knees was agony and the driveway so slick, I couldn't get any leverage. It took 20 minutes before I was able to pull an old fleece shirt of John's from the floor of the van out onto the ice and used it to stand up, all the while crying "God help me!" It took a while to struggle back into the van, watch Tyler move some items out of the way in the garage and then move the van inside. Since the basement remodel there is very little room to get in and out of the van with all the crap being stored. It was a major struggle to get back out of the van and get Max out of his car seat and into the house. In the end, we were all outside for over an hour.
Our road is very busy with people driving their kids to school, this route being a sort of scenic shortcut. Honestly, I'm surprised that none of the cars driving by saw me struggling in my driveway (if they did, they didn't bother to stop to help.)
John is in Dallas and was, naturally, completely freaked out when I called him from my cell phone, once I managed to get into the van. He called Tyler's school to let them know what happened and then he called his mother. She lives about 40 minutes away from us. Once we finally got back into the house, I called John again to tell him not to send his mother over. Even in my extreme pain, I couldn't take the thought of having company over. The house is a wreck! I'm insane, I know.
Meanwhile, the school nurse called to check on us. I could hear Tyler talking to her first and recounting the events in his typical dramatic fashion..."Mom fell in the driveway and almost DIED! She's hurt really really bad!" That poor woman. Ty finally brought me the phone and I could hear the concern in her voice. Yes, I was struggling a bit to breath. No, I didn't think I broke any ribs...just badly bruised. Hospital? No no...I'll be ok, I think. My breathing? Oh. Well yes, it hurts to breath...but I am also getting over an upper respiratory infection and I've been coughing for days. Sitting out in the cold all that time panting for air probably didn't do my lungs much good. I finally convinced her that I would be ok. I think she said she would call again later. She wants to bring over some salt for our driveway. What a nice woman, honestly.
Also meanwhile, John is trying to get an earlier flight home. Poor guy. He's never gonna want to take another business trip. Disaster always seems to strike when he is away.
Thank God for Aleve. Once that kicked in, I was able to breath a little easier. Tyler is being a huge help today too. I'm glad I reigned in some of my insanity and didn't try to bring him to school anyway. I just wish I could lie down...it hurts less when I'm sitting up. I envy Max right now, napping peacefully.
Ow ow owie!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Thank goodness for those Moms would would make their kids give everyone in the class a valentine. I used to feel horrible for the ones who didn't get very many.
I found a little widget on another blog that just tickled me. Wanna send me a Valentine? I won't see them until Valentine's Day. Go ahead. Click the box below. I love you too.
Get your own valentinr
Oh, and if you decide to put this in your blog, be sure and let me know. :-)
Friday, February 08, 2008
Pop Unders and Proud Mama
Monday, February 04, 2008
Virtual Reunion
We eventually ended up in her virtual living room to chat and John popped in with his avatar, so she got to meet him as well.
Honestly, with all the horror stories you read about reunions, this has to be one of the most mellow situations ever. I enjoyed her company...added her to my friends list...and look forward to hanging out again soon.
There was also some talk about meeting up in person. Stay tuned for that.
Liz and I "meet" for the first time.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Puke Fest 2008: Update
I was up all night coughing and I've managed to strain my ab muscles. Coughing is hella painful now. I got no sleep last night, but did manage to sneak in a brief nap this afternoon, between coughing fits.
John also seems much improved, so with any luck we are all turning a corner and will be well soon.
Change of topic - just to clarify my Racketeer post, Tyler does NOT get $5 a day. He get $5 a week, i.e. $1 a day. John just checks his wallet each night to see how much he spent. We monitor his funds carefully, not because we worry about people stealing from him, but because he is such a picky eater and it makes us happy when he buys a healthy snack at lunch time.
One thing that NJ has done right is to pass a law governing nutritional guidelines in public schools. They are very strict about the types of foods that are served/sold in the schools. We were all handed a copy of the guidelines at the start of school and told what kinds of foods we could and could not send in Tyler's lunch box. Things like: no soda, no candy, 100% juice, no tree nut products (there are kids in his school with life threatening allergies), yadda. The hot lunch served at school is nutritionally balanced (as is the cold lunch) and no junk food is sold anywhere in the school, at any school functions or served at classroom parties. Heck, we just got a notice sent home reminding us not to attach candy treats to valentines.
I must admit, I was a little annoyed at first with all the nutritional rules. But now I'm pleased. It sends a positive message to the kids and teaches them the RIGHT way to eat.
OK, I have potato soup on the stove waiting for my attention. I've been living on soup the last few days, I think the steam helps clear my head a bit.
Go PATRIOTS!
WeAss #201: TV Dinners
Extra credit: Do you tend to eat the same thing all the time anyway?
TV show dinners for a week? Hmm! I'm split on this one. I am always up for a good steak dinner, and there are certainly many ways to prepare beef. Right now a nice filet mignon wrapped in bacon and doused in a sherry mushroom cream sauce sounds heavenly. With some nice whipped potatoes with a touch of cheese in them, sprinkled lightly with bacon bits and a side of sauteed spinach with a hint of garlic. Maybe on another night a nice BBQ brisket with home style potato salad and a green salad on the side with loads of cucumber and ranch dressing. How about a t-bone marinated in Italian dressing and cooked on the grill, with grilled veggies like onion, bell pepper, asparagus and zucchini and twice baked potato on the side.
Are these variations too big? It's all a basic beef, potato, veggie variant, right? LOL
Second choice would be fresh fish all week (like salmon) with some kind of garden fresh veggie and some kind of flavored rice. I could have loads of fun with that one too.
As for the extra credit, yes. Yes we are indeed in a food rut. I tend to make the same handful of dishes again and again. Marinated chicken (I do have 3 favorite marinades that I rotate), baked fish, pork chops (sauteed or shake n bake), steak cooked under the broiler, hamburger helper (we go between cheese burger mac and stroganoff), franks n beans, and pasta. Add in an occasional supermarket rotisserie chicken or those Tyson sirloin beef tips in gravy over some egg noodles, and that about covers it.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Lord Help Me!
Oh man, it stinks in here...of Lysol and barf. I'm coughing up a lung and feel like my head is going to explode. I'm a zombie at my desk. John finally took Tyler into the bedroom because I feared Max would grab for his barf bowl. That wouldn't be pretty.
Please let this just be a 24 hour thing! I don't do very well with puke when I'm sick too.
Kindergarten Racketeers
But John picked up on something this week and mentioned it to me. Tyler's spending habits suddenly changed and the .75 cents he was spending each day suddenly jumped to $4 or more. Say what???
We asked Tyler what he was spending his money on at school, and Ty got that look on his face. The look that tells us he knows he did something wrong and is afraid to tell us.
We finally got the truth out of him. Turns out there is a couple of boys at school that have been extorting money from him. Pay for play, so to speak. If he agrees to buy these boys something from the snack bar, they agree to hang out with him at play time on the playground.
I can't tell you how much this pained me. Tyler wants friends so badly and is a people pleaser. He is also a bit of a class clown. He likes making his friends laugh. Something like this could get out of hand so quickly and undermine his already fragile self esteem.
We explained to him that real friends don't CHARGE YOU MONEY to play with them. He should try talking to the boys, tell them he won't buy food for them anymore (he can't afford it) but be nice about it. I told him those aren't the kinds of friends he really wants to have. Friendship is free and if a kid really likes you, he'll want to play with you all the time regardless.
We're going to continue to monitor his wallet. If we see this trend continue, I'll notify his teacher and hopefully she will address it in class.
What the heck are these boys' parents teaching them? Do they let them watch reruns of the Sopranos or something?!


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I recently picked up 8 quarts of hail-damaged peaches that needed to be dealt with in a hurry. I decided it was time to squeeze one last frozen treat into our summer and make some granita. The Nectarine Granita recipe in David Lebowitz's The Perfect Scoop served as my guide.
While it does need to freeze overnight, this is a relatively low maintenance and healthy frozen treat that does not require an ice cream maker. The only real pain was making room in my freezer. And the kids love it.
6 large ripe peaches (2 pounds)
1 cup water
1/4 – 1/3 cup honey (depending on preference and sweetness of fruit)
Tiny pinch salt
Wash, peel, and pit the peaches. I have a vegetable peeler that has little teeth on it that does the trick.* Place the pitted peaches and water in a medium saucepan over medium high heat. Bring to a low boil. Reduce heat to medium and cook uncovered for 10 minutes or until the fruit is soft. Remove from heat and stir in the honey and salt.
Allow the peach mixture to cool. Transfer the mixture to a blender to puree or use a hand/immersion blender. When the mixture is smooth, pour it into a 8 x12-inch (or thereabouts) baking pan. Cover with with plastic wrap and place on a level surface in your freezer.
In a couple hours, peel back the plastic wrap and check on the peach mixture by giving it a stir from the outside in. Check it one or two more times through the course of the day moving the frozen edges into the center while stirring.
Eventually, the mixture will freeze solid. It always seems to need to sit overnight for me. But maybe your freezer will work faster than mine. When it is solid and you are ready to serve, simply scrape it with a fork until you have enough fluffy frozen goodness to fill your bowl. Return the remainder to the freezer covered with plastic wrap.
Yield: maybe 6 cups
Prep-time: 20 minutes
Freeze-time: overnight
*Note: If your peeler doesn't cooperate, I've heard you can dunk peaches in boiling water for a minute, run them under cold water, and then the peel will come off easily.

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Deadlings Gameplay 1 iOS / Android
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Let's play Deadlings! This is part 1 of my walkthrough guide for the iOS game, Deadlings by ONE MORE LEVEL SA.
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If you have any questions, feel free to ask for extra help in the comments section.
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text: Culture 10 April 2000 Efficiency savings, 1908-style David Wedgwood Benn, whose grandfather was a founder member of London's first council, recalls some Sign up for our weekly email * Arguments about how to finance public transport; a capital city that had long been denied its own elected government; accusations of "socialistic" experiments; questions about who should control the police. It all sounds familiar, and it all goes back a very long way. London was one of the last areas of the country to get its own elected government. The London County Council (LCC) came into being in January 1889, predating the birth of the Labour Party itself by 11 years. In those days the competing groups on the council used labels that were supposed to take local government out of politics. But the Progressives, who held power for the first 18 years of the LCC's existence, were clearly on the left. They were backed by the Liberals - my grandfather John Benn, a former Liberal MP, was a founder member of the council - but included Labour pioneers such as Sidney Webb. The Moderates, who defeated the Progressives at the polls in 1907, were the Conservatives in disguise. Despite the disguises, the issues of the time had a strongly political and sometimes bitter flavour. In 1908, for example, there was an outcry over a plan to extend the recently created municipal tramway network from Aldgate to Bow in the East End. The newly elected Moderate majority had grudgingly accepted the existence of municipally owned trams. But they were bent on "efficiency savings" and claimed to have found a much cheaper way of supplying electric current to the trams. They decided to replace the established system - of supplying current from underneath the road - by a system of electric studs in the middle of the road, on the surface. But the studs were potentially lethal; though nobody was killed, tramcars caught fire and horses were electrocuted. John Benn, by then the opposition leader on the council, denounced the "stud" system. He was sued by its inventors. He lost his case in the High Court and faced damages of £12,000 (£540,000 in today's money). He faced imminent bankruptcy. Bailiffs moved into his home. On appeal, however, the verdict was overturned. And the stud scheme was dropped. When the LCC had first met in January 1889, it faced formidable problems. The water supply, controlled by eight different companies, was often unfit for drinking. Only in 1902 was a Metropolitan Water Board set up. London's transport was chaotic. There were 13 privately owned horse-drawn tram companies operating with different gauges; commuter misery was made worse because none of them crossed the Thames bridges. But the Progressives introduced cheap London public transport in the form of electric trams. The private tram companies were gradually bought out as their leases expired. The first LCC electric trams were inaugurated in May 1903 and continued to run until 1952. But they came up against stubborn resistance, especially from the Conservative parliament of the day, which disliked not trams as such, but public enterprise. Not until December 1906 were the first trams allowed to run across Westminster Bridge. For Benn, a one-time chairman of the LCC Highways Committee, the tramways served a wider social purpose. He believed that the revenue from fares could be used not only to reduce rates but to alleviate what he called "the distressful and disgraceful conditions" of the poor. A tram fare of a halfpenny was introduced for workmen. Tramway employees got a minimum weekly wage - of 25 shillings - and worked a maximum of 60 hours per week, against 70 or 77 hours in the private companies. Among the other long-lasting achievements of the Progressives were the assumption of responsibility for elementary schools, the vast extension of public parks and open spaces and the beginnings of public housing. It was the Progressives who cleared slums to make way for the development of Aldwych and Kingsway in central London. The Progressives were neither socialist nor doctrinaire, but were driven by great fervour. For Benn, the son of a nonconformist minister who had grown up in poverty in the East End, the reform of London was nothing less than a moral crusade. His ideas were in some ways far more radical than any put forward today. He wanted London, like other cities, to control its police - an idea that had been ruled out in the 1880s by the home secretary, Sir William Harcourt, who feared "Irish outrages". Even more radical was Benn's scheme for financing London. He fought for an equalisation of the rates, pointing out that "the districts that have the most need have the least money". He demanded that the City should be merged with London as a whole and thus made to pay its proper share of the rates. Meanwhile, the LCC incurred vehement right-wing hostility. In 1894 the Conservative leader, Lord Salisbury, who was to become prime minister again in 1895, violently denounced it as "the place where Collectivist and Socialistic experiments are tried". In a biography of John Benn written in 1925, the distinguished Liberal journalist A G Gardiner blamed London's problems on two main causes: the selfishness of the City and the "subconscious hostility at Westminster to the creation of a rival power at the doors of Parliament". So, many of today's problems are of long standing. London has been relentlessly commercialised, with a predictable widening of the gap between rich and poor and an underfunding of public services. Today, as in the past, many London voters remain convinced that there are some problems which cannot be solved by market forces. The most effective remedy is the mobilisation of voter power - just as the Progressives had hoped a century ago. After their defeat in 1907, which was partly the result of a campaign for rate reduction orchestrated by the Northcliffe press, including the Daily Mail, the Progressives did not regain control of the LCC until the 1930s, when the left returned to power under the Labour Party. Whether this election campaign will inaugurate another long period of power for the left, in whatever form, remains to be seen. Subscribe from just £1 per issue This article first appeared in the 10 April 2000 issue of the New Statesman, The long war against democracy More


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Kelly comes to the Reno area and the City of Reno at the same time. She chose Reno to be part of the exciting and progressive development going on here. Kelly brings her human resources experience to the City of Reno to deliver high caliber programs that meet the needs and enhance the professional lives of municipal employees.
Kelly has been a Human Resources professional for many years, first in retail organizations and social services agencies and then in city government. With her team, the City of Reno HR department provides programs of labor and employee relations, payroll, benefits, workers' compensation and safety, training, records management, job classification, compensation and organizational development.
Kelly received a Bachelor's degree from the University of Maryland and a Master's degree from the University of Notre Dame of Maryland in Human Resources Management. She is also certified as a Senior Professional in Human Resources (SPHR).
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In the last episode of the Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai, we see that Kartik seeing Naira, She leaves in the car he follows her on his bike. Then he sees the accident spot road & stops. Naira sees that if he is coming & on the other hand, Kartik drives ahead they reach the spot.
She says that you are just saying that you don't know anything. This place is where my family happiness is lost, as their my mom is lost & can't come now. This place snatched my mummy & she cries.
On the other hand, Kartik looks at the bridge pole. Manish says that I know we lost him, but I had hoped its ending now that's why I asked you to get him home. Akhilesh children don't listen to love we have to be strict, find him now.
Suwarna says that don't take tension we find some solution. Naira cries & hugs Mishti. It's morning Naitik says that why do you want to be sorrowful, why do you want to end my hope & I can't see Akshara like this.
In today's episode, we are going to see that Manish scolds Naira & says till the crime is proved. None can touch my son, the crime is not proved without an evidence & this all happened just because of you.


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Watch: Gwen Stefani Pulls a John Travolta at The Emmys, Mispronounces Stephen Colbert's Name
It wasn't exactly Adele Dazeem territory, but presenter Gwen Stefani did somewhat butcher the pronunciation of the The Colbert Report (pronounced "co-bear re-pore") during last night's Emmy Awards. Stephen and co., including an
scene Emmy stealing Jimmy Fallon, had fun with the flub and Colbert appeared to whisper his acceptance speech into The Tonight Show host's ear. … More »


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Mr. Vandre's Class
Our process:
The students chose to either work alone or select a partner. Each person or set of partners were assigned a new math topic that hadn't been covered yet during the year. Then, the students spent time researching their topic. Some of the resources utilized were the textbook, the internet, or ME! Students created learning experiences for their peers ranging from videos, screencasts, worksheets, and slideshow presentations.
We are excited to showcase the presentations here as they are complete. This has been such a great learning experience for the students, and as they continue to review each other's presentations, the learning will also continue.


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Question: Lemington s is trying to determine how many Jean Hudson dresses
Lemington's is trying to determine how many Jean Hudson dresses to order for the spring season. Demand for the dresses is assumed to follow a normal distribution with mean 400 and standard deviation 100. The contract between Jean Hudson and Lemington's works as follows. At the beginning of the season, Lemington's reserves x units of capacity. Lemington's must take delivery for at least 0.8x dresses and can, if desired, take delivery on up to x dresses. Each dress sells for $160 and Hudson charges $50 per dress. If Lemington's does not take delivery on all x dresses, it owes Hudson a $5 penalty for each unit of reserved capacity that is unused. For example, if Lemington's orders 450 dresses and demand is for 400 dresses, Lemington's will receive 400 dresses and owe Jean 400($50) + 50($5). How many units of capacity should Lemington's reserve to maximize its expected profit?
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Harry Potter, No More!
Disclaimer: SEE FIRST CHAPTER
Plot: What happens when all that a hero sees is death, destruction and dismay everywhere he goes? Easy: he looks to the heavens and he decrees two words: NO MORE! But what happens when Harry decides on this course of action?
Author's Information: Well, here it is, ladies and gents: my last story of 2013 and also the winner of my 'Dark Den' poll and I feel I should inform you of how I'm doing this: three little words…How…I…choose! In other words, this comes from my imagination and my creativity and, if you don't like it, then don't read it and wind up spoiling it for those who enjoy my work.
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to everyone who voted on the poll – even those who didn't vote for this one – and especially to my good friends T-TrainorTurkeyT, StormyFireDragon, Loki Palmer and Winged Seer Wolf: my recommended reads…are any written by those authors, though I also recommend the story Harry Potter and the Grim Heritage by shinobikarasu; an amazing read and a well-written adventure.
Other Pairings TBC
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Review Answers:
Harryhermionealways: You know what they say about saving the best for last;
MrGagaSlashlover: I admit that I was sneaky with multiple references there, but it's NOT who I've based him off;
Jonn Wolfe: Of course;
PreetSalvatore: I don't know: it's just a gift of mine, I suppose;
WhiteElfElder: He'll find that out and he'll also find out who murdered Moony;
Drkangelkaira: No, but a good guess and I'm guessing you guessed that because of the Hocus Pocus quote I slipped in there: but no;
Winged Seer Wolf: No, old friend; sorry: BUT I am making some pretty big steps from here on in;
God of Cake: No, she didn't die;
El Pirato: No I didn't, though I DID use the quote there;
Fiferguy: Why spare the biggest of your pains when you can have fun with the dregs later?
Jerri-ArcAngel: Bingo;
TheTrickster96: Yep, you guessed right;
T4: Both good comparisons and you're also wrong on both counts, but thanks for the kind words;
Loki Palmer: Not so much, no;
ALSO: This chapter is dedicated to TheTrickset96 for being the first to correctly identify that I've based this new Harry off the insane, fun-loving, misery-bringing Master – as played by John Simm – from…well, I think you can guess where: congrats to the others who got it right and commiserations to those who got it wrong. I admit I was sneaky in mixing up the references there, but I hope you all liked it nonetheless;
'Bullshit,' thought Harry, downing the potion before he smirked as he added, 'This is what Luna meant: they've just made the biggest mistake ever and now it's time for them to see the consequence…starting with Albus Dumbledore!'
Chapter 6: More Blood On His Hands
When the headline broke across the wizarding world that their so-called saviour was now a resident of Azkaban, there were many different reactions: some cheered and made remarks about it being about time that the young war-mongerer got his just desserts while others wondered about the mind-set of the Ministry and those who had considered themselves the ally of the Boy-Who-Lived. There were those who wondered about what would come next for the magical world while others prepared for the worst by either stocking up supplies or just hiding and cowering like headless chickens.
However, had those same people been inside Azkaban at that exact moment, they would have seen a sight that would have made the bravest heart turn to glass and shatter.
For, within his cell in the prison, Harry Potter wasn't scared or cowering; he wasn't dreading the arrival of the Dementors.
In fact, in a manner that none of the guards of the prison could explain, what Harry was doing was…reading.
Harry Potter, No More!
"So it seems the world has finally shown it's true colours; well, it took them long enough."
Turning the page in the Daily Prophet that he'd summoned with his powers, Harry sniffed once before he whispered to no-one in particular, "I see your game, Britain: you expect me to crack and beg for forgiveness and mercy, but it takes sterner stuff than you to break me."
"Who are you talking to, Potter?" asked the guard on duty, earning a sigh from Harry as he put down the paper and, rising from his cot, he walked to the door where the guard suddenly lifted his wand, "S-Stay back…you're n-n-not armed: I will strike you down."
"Do you feel that?" asked Harry, indicating the guard with a half-amused smile as he added, "It's fear, but it's not the kind of fear you feel with your pets there. It's a fear of the unknown and, if I may be so bold, it's just so human. That little nudge, whispering in your ear: go down, go down, go down. You're like a nine-year-old trying to repair a motorbike in his bedroom."
"What are you going on about?" demanded the guard, earning a cold laugh from Harry.
"You think you know what to do, but the truth is that you'd sooner break down and cry for Mummy," Harry replied, turning on his heel and, returning to the cot, he sat down and returned his attention to his paper, "But in time, you'll see the truth for what it really is: after all, they say that great men are forged in fire; tis the duty of lesser men to light the flame…whatever the cost. And, in here, those flames count for all twelve of the days I've been here so far…wait…"
As Harry strained his ears, a gong sounded through the cells that brought a smile to Harry's face as he added, "No sir…sorry…all thirteen: my, my how time flies."
Harry Potter, No More!
July 31st;
Harry's sixteenth birthday and it was a day that would forever be marked by death, destruction and a change for the magical world;
Before any of the above could be brought down on the world, however, Harry had an urgent appointment with a young lady and, while his power created the perfect alibi for him, the young sorcerer took a deep breath in before he Flamed out of Azkaban and made for the home of one Hermione Granger.
Appearing in her bedroom, Harry's excitement and longing for his lover was cut off when he saw Hermione lying on her side, her face and arms covered in bruises and scars, her body shaking with fear and shock.
Reigning in his anger, because he knew it wouldn't do to destroy Hermione in his rage, Harry approached and, bending over her face, he whispered, "Mia, it's me: I came back."
"H-H-Harry?" asked Hermione, looking up and, seeing those glowing emerald eyes, she gasped before she dived into his arms, her body almost wrapping around him as she gasped, "My love…please forgive me; I'm sorry…I shouldn't; I can't…"
"Calm down, my Queen," Harry replied, looking into Hermione's eyes before he asked, "Now start again: what's happened to you? Who has dared try to harm my love?"
"I'll…I'll give you three guesses," Hermione sniffed, indicating the bruises on her arms as she added, "Because…it's someone who…who wants to be yours, my love. When they learned I had claimed you and you had given your purity to me, they…they…"
Lightning suddenly flashed outside Hermione's bedroom window, a heavy rain accompanying the crack of thunder that echoed through the house while, in her lover's arms, Hermione felt Harry's power spiking and passing over her body, closing and healing her wounds while it also seemed to take root inside her.
"I am going to kill them for this," snarled Harry, lifting Hermione's chin before he asked, "Will you stand with me in this, Mia? Once we do this, we can't go back: today's the day I teach the magical world the dangers of lying: will you go into the dark with me?"
"I belong to you, Harry," Hermione replied, stepping back before, like their last night at Hogwarts, she kneeled before him as though she was worshipping him before she continued, "You're like fire and ice and rage; you're like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. This power, the darkness you've embraced, the throne you will one day sit upon, they've changed you: made you ancient and forever; he who burns at the centre of time and he can see the turn of the universe and if I could say one thing about this new you, I'd say…he's wonderful. And I am honoured to be his in every aspect; just…promise me one thing, my love."
"The Dead Man Walking," Hermione answered, watching as Harry transformed her clothes into robes of darkness that billowed around her like a gown from the shadows, "Promise me that the final strike…is mine!"
"And here was I thinking I'd be the only one getting a present today," Harry laughed, taking Hermione in his arms once more before he asked, "Should we include Neville and Luna in this?"
"We're already here, Majesty," the familiar high-pitched tone of Luna Lovegood replied, both her and Neville appearing from the other side of the door where Luna added, "When the Red Troll made his biggest mistake, your Dark Knight and Black Moon came here to protect our Queen."
"And we will help you take care of him," Neville added, unsheathing what Harry saw to be one of the daggers that he'd conjured back in the Room of Requirement, "I've been reading up on my torture methods and, personally-speaking, I'm dying to put them into practice."
"Then come with me," Harry hissed, keeping the storm in place as he added, "But remember guys: have fun…otherwise, what's the point?"
Harry Potter, No More!
WARNING: Character Torture and Deaths ahead
Ron Weasley thought himself pretty good at the moment;
Where normally, he'd have been concerned with spending a birthday celebration with Mr Never-Die and his ilk, this time, he just felt pretty strong inside: after Potter's arrest, Ron had gone to Hermione with the intent to make her his. However, when he'd invited Hermione to the Burrow, both he and Ginny were horrified to discover that not only were their respected targets taken, but they were also dating one another and it had been one to take the other's purity and vice-versa.
Well, Ron wouldn't have that and, though Potter seemed to have put some sort of Dark Magic on the filth to make sure no-one else could touch her sexually, Ron wouldn't be denied the right to hear her beg and plead. So, with a few select jinxes and a few well-aimed smacks and kicks as well as a few works from Ginny's personal collection, Ron was certain he'd put the Mudblood in her place.
So, as the morning rolled on and a sudden storm danced over the Burrow's area, Ron was a little surprised and personally amused when said Mudblood could be seen watching him from the copse, waving to him as though inviting him to join her. Being the natural prick that he was, Ron left the room and made for outside without so much as a second glance.
At the same time, Ginny was contacted by Luna and told by her so-called 'friend' that she'd found a way to give Ginny Harry's child and everything Harry owned. Like her brain-deficit brother, the Scarlet-Tina witch made for the outside without a second thought, unaware of the cold laugh that could be heard from behind where Luna had contacted her as she did so.
When both of them met up, Ron turned to Hermione, his hormones going into overdrive when he saw she was wearing an outfit that exposed way too much flesh and barely seemed to conceal her at all. Her hair fell around her shoulders and came to a stop above her perky breasts while her navel and legs were also shown: her 'womanhood' was covered by this outfit, but it didn't matter.
"Hello Ron," Hermione muttered, her eyes on him as she walked towards the two, "And Ginny too: you know, I've missed you two: time without Harry has made me realise something. I need the satisfaction of a good man on my skin, but since I'm the accomplice of a known Dark Wizard, it seems almost too easy to suggest that my first choice would do: you, Ron."
"Good girl, Granger," Ron sniggered, unaware of the trees closing in around him, Ginny and Hermione, "I knew my little punishment session would make you see sense: did you like it?"
"I did," Hermione answered, pulling down one of the straps on her body as she asked, "Do you like what you see, Ron? Why don't you come and claim your prize: after all, Harry gave everything he has to me…so, if you make me yours, then…who knows?"
Ron approached, but, as soon as he got within three feet of Hermione, the brunette suddenly lashed out and grabbed his wrist, cracking it in the process.
Behind him, Ginny thundered, "What are you doing, you bitch? How dare you harm your betters?"
"But you're not my betters," Hermione replied, though, to the horror of the Weasley Duo, it wasn't Hermione's voice that came out; in fact, as they watched with horror in their eyes, Hermione's body seemed to melt away to reveal raven-black hair, killing-curse-green eyes and a look of utmost rage and fury in said eyes that burned with lightning-like sharpness. "In fact, it's the other way around."
"Potter!" Exclaimed Ron, crying out as Harry turned his hand once more, completely snapping the left wrist clean off the bones of the hand, "How…how did you…escape?"
"What can I say?" Harry shrugged, snapping his fingers and, as both Weasleys watched, the real Hermione appeared by his side, along with Neville and Luna, the latter almost creeping on all fours towards her king like a panther stalking its prey while Harry continued. "After Sirius escaped, Crouch escaped and half of Tom's forces got out, Azkaban doesn't seem as inescapable as before: especially to one with my level of power!"
"Dark Power," Ron seethed, earning a shrug from Harry.
"Don't you remember me saying that there's no such thing as good or evil, Ronnie? That there's only power and those too weak to seek it? But I digress: you see, I'm not here to talk about the past; I'm here to talk about the future and, sad as this is going to sound, you don't have one: Hermione?"
"Thank you, my love," Hermione replied, approaching Ron before she bent down and, with a flick of her wrist, she didn't just break Ron's hand, she completely severed it from the arm, blood flying everywhere, including over Hermione's face and body.
"You bitch!" Ron snapped, "How…how did you do that?"
"My love fed me his power like a Mother feeds its child," Hermione whispered, remembering the rooted feeling of Harry's power as he had healed her, "And now what is his is also mine…and he has given you, Ronald Weasley, to me to have my fun with, but don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, not yet anyway."
Lifting her hands, Hermione threw both arms down again, the magic around her obeying her commands as Ron was bound and wrapped up by the branches of the trees, holding him up in what certain people would describe as a sensually-arousing spread-eagle position. Pinned to one of the trees as he was, Ron gulped before he asked, "What…what are you going…to do to me?"
"Finally realising who has the power around here, I see," Harry mused, heaving a sigh before he walked over to Hermione, his arms snaking around her waist before he added, "Hermione, please tell me you're not planning a little sub-dom action with him? I'd never be able to excite myself with you again!"
"I would never punish you like that, my love," Hermione replied, tilting her head to let Harry kiss at her neck, much to Ginny's enraged shock, but she was currently being restrained by the wands and visages of the other two members of their party. "I'm going to show Ron the pains of desire and then I'm going to break him and, once the world has fallen around him and he realises he was never even worthy to call himself human, let alone one of us…then he has my permission to die!"
"Then enjoy yourself, Kitten," Harry whispered, tracing his tongue up Hermione's neck before he added, "But remember to have fun; otherwise, what's the point?"
Stepping back from Hermione, Harry heaved a sigh and turned to Ginny, who was now released from Luna and Neville's restraints, her eyes wide with trembling rage as she looked at Harry. Giving her a mocking wave, Harry asked, "What's wrong, Ginny? Too much of a good thing for you? Any last words? No; ah well, you were always a disappointment as a friend and companion and you actually think you're worthy to stand by my side as my faithful companion? You may have had the fire to petrify people and bring Hogwarts to its knees once before, but now…you're nothing!"
"But you're mine!" Ginny sobbed, her hands still clenched as she knew that, like her brother, both had forgotten their wands, "You're only mine, Harry! We're meant to be happily married and set up as the new era of Light: you're only good for someone like me."
"Maybe you're right," Harry mused, earning a shocked look from the others as he walked towards Ginny, "Maybe I am only good enough for you, Ginny…"
"But Harry…" Neville argued, but he was stopped by Luna; looking to her, Neville saw his friend shake her head with a knowing smile on her face.
"Let the King have his fun, Neville," Luna whispered, watching as Harry stopped in front of Ginny.
"Maybe, like the magics of fairy tales and legends, there's just one thing I need," Harry suggested, lifting Ginny's chin with his fingers before he added, "Maybe, just maybe, all I need…is a kiss."
Ginny's eyes widened as Harry closed in, locking his lips with hers and holding her in his arms; at their side, Neville still looked on in shock while Luna just laughed, both of them noticing how not even Hermione was stopping this.
When Harry released Ginny, a smile touched his lips as he told her, "Thank you…now I can let you go."
"What…what do you mean?" asked Ginny, watching as Harry stepped back into the darkness of the trees, Neville and Luna both moving to surround her escapes as she asked, "Where is he?"
"Safe," Neville answered, knowing then that Harry's ploy was all part of the plan they'd had; reaching into his pocket, Neville then continued, "As is his heart and love for our Queen: however, Ginny, you're not so safe as I will now prove."
Lifting his hand from his robe, Neville revealed what looked like a small blue beetle-shaped amulet with a golden outline; with a small flick of his own wand, Neville sent the beetle flying to Ginny's body and, as soon as it touched her chest, the amulet cracked and the beetle began to crush its pincers together.
"What…what is this?" asked Ginny, watching as the pincers burrowed into her skin, the rest of the beetle following.
"An old Egyptian torture method," Neville explained, "It's called a Scarab Beetle: once inside you, it'll burrow through your body, eating its way through you until it reaches your brain and then, needless to say, things get really messy."
"No!" Ginny screamed, thrashing at her body as the beetle moved through her, "Stop this; Harry will save me; he'll always save his lover!"
"You can believe that all you wish," Luna told her, watching as the beetle's progress reached Ginny's throat and moved into her head, "But it's not so true of you, for you are not Harry's lover. That right belongs to the true Black Lioness, Hermione Granger-Potter-Black and, as for you, Ginny, you're just left out in the cold."
"No!" Ginny screamed, but her words were silenced when the beetle that had burrowed inside her slashed its way through her vocal chords, leaving her to fall to the ground, her eyes sobbing tears as she then saw Harry return, Hermione sat with him.
As for Ron, he was now cut by several slashing curses and left to bleed out in some sickened manner of the Blood Eagle torture, Hermione now soothing Harry as she stroked his dark hair, her eyes on Ginny as she told her, "Thanks to you, my lover's path to the dark is complete: soon, the entire magical world will know his power!"
"But he's…" Ron began, before he was cut off by a snarl from Hermione.
"Hush!" She lowered her head to Harry's and, with a soft kiss, she told them, "My lover needs his rest after all you've done: he must be exhausted."
Then, to the horror of the Weasley duo, a strange and eerie tune seemed to fill the air as Hermione seemed to sing Harry to sleep…
Rest my dark-haired lover,
Let your flags fly unfurled;
Now that we are truly one,
We shall rule this world!
Green eyes met brown eyes as Hermione whispered, "Rest now, my king: from this night, your power intensifies…"
She then continued to sing with a heavier, almost determined voice;
For years you were kind and you were generous
And you fought in their defence;
But all their lies and accusations
Have left us feeling TENSE!
But now that Chaos has blessed you
The darkness in you shall rise
Your bloodlust hungers for your enemies
And so I'll bring you their bloody eyes!
They'll look up to the sky and they'll see
A great evil born inside of thee
They'll call out to you with pleas for help they'll cry
But instead you'll make them all die!
Now in the past you were forgiving and always willing to see
The shard of good in everyone, like Slut and Magpie Weasley
Almost like he was somewhat half-awake, Harry seemed to add his own two Knuts to the song;
But now I've finally found somebody
Who'll never leave me alone or apart
With a knowing smile, Hermione put her own words back in there:
Oh don't worry your black soul, my love
I'm yours, mind, spirit and heart
They'll look up to the sky and they'll see
A great evil born inside of thee
They'll call out to you with pleas for help they'll cry
But instead you'll make them all die!
Looking over to see Ginny and Ron almost close to the gates of death, Hermione sighed and, as she rose, she continued her eerie song;
Mom, Dad and Dog are dead
But don't be sad, little one
I'll turn you into the Dark King
No longer the Potters' Son!
As she restrained Ginny to the trees with her nearly-dead brother, Hermione heard Luna pick up the song with her own choice of words;
Sleep now, my Dark Majesty
And let your conquest begin
Now that Darkness has chosen you, we…
Hermione laughed as she picked up the song again, her, Neville and Luna all chorusing the next words:
You're not alone, not anymore
The dragons of your power shall roar
You'll paint their red blood
To the sky
Then you'll laugh at their mourning:
Ron seemed to find his voice again as he screamed:
"Too late," Luna whispered as Hermione finished the song;
A new day is dawning
And now our wings shall fly
Into the arms of darkest skies
As though this was some big concert, on the last note, Ron and Ginny fell to the ground, both of them no longer moving while Hermione, returning to Harry's side, heaved a sigh before she asked, "What next, my love?"
"I'm going home," Harry answered, sitting upright before he sniffed as he added, "If the world is going to be mine, then this is one king who'll need his castle…and, whether it was willing or not, Fudge and his foolish ilk have given me not only the perfect stronghold, but the perfect army!"
"What about these two?" asked Neville, indicating Ron and Ginny's now-dead bodies.
"Leave them for the vultures to find," Harry answered, earning a laugh from Hermione before he added, "Mind you, if you can get me a memory of Molly screaming when she finds them, I'll be greatly amused and willing to do anything to repay this debt…"
He glanced to Neville as he said this, his eyes glowing with magic that, from within, the former Squib-Gryffindor gasped as he realised what Harry meant, the Dark Lion then repeating his last word of the promise;
Chapter 6 and vengeance has been dealt, but what will Harry do to repay a debt and how will the Ministry react to the news of their hero turning worse than Voldemort?
Plus, who is next on Harry's hit-list and will he allow any more of his old allies to survive the fires that are about to burn?
Keep Reading to Find Out…
Next Chapter: Azkaban has a new ruler: Harry Potter! Plus, in a show of his power, Harry targets the two biggest pains in the Ministry and shows them the dangers of lying when he must not tell lies; also, the Weasleys react to Ron and Ginny's deaths, but not everyone's so eager to hunt down their killer;
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AN: I confess it here: the torture bugs used by Neville were inspired by the same 'death' of the Weasleys in StormyFireDragon's story 'Blood Is Thicker' and the lullaby was originally used after inspiration from Loki Palmer; all thanks and rights to those authors;


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'I love my husband but he'll NEVER live up to my father': A frank confession from a loving wife and doting daughter
- Julie's beloved dad, Derek, died aged 59 in 2005 after a battle with cancer
- He was a DIY whizz, staunchy, old-fashioned, stiff-upper-lip kind of man
- Having battled leukoplakia - a pre-cancerous condition - for decades, a teenaged Julie thought her father would live forever
- She met Cornel, a talented pianist, in Venice months after Derek's death
- Julie wonders: Do all women compare their husbands and fathers?
A renovated oak sideboard stands against the freshly painted cream wall in our sitting room while three new shelves hang, spirit-level-straight, nearby.
New carpets are being laid, family portraits hung and, slowly, this house is starting to feel like ours.
My husband, Cornel, has spent the past few weeks painting, grouting, tiling and putting furniture together in our new home in Hampshire. Each time he builds another piece or complains of a pain in his neck from painting the cornices, I nod sympathetically and smile appreciatively at his handiwork.
But I always find myself thinking that my father would have done a better job.
The best: Derek Cook, her with three-year-old Julie, was a hero to his little girl
Sadly, the comparisons between my father and my husband, in which the latter always comes off worst, extend way beyond tile grouting and assembling flat-pack furniture.
They encompass everything from their relative pain thresholds to scientific knowledge or bravery in the face of adversity. And poor Cornel always falls short. No matter how hard he tries, my husband will never live up to my father.
My beloved dad, Derek, died in 2005 after a long and gruelling battle with cancer. He was only 59, a staunchly old-fashioned, stiff-upper-lip kind of man.
An electronics engineer by trade, he was a whizz at anything that needed fixing around the home. If televisions stopped working, they were back in action minutes later. If furniture broke, it was fixed within the hour.
He could plumb kitchens, lay floors, fix bikes and knew how to take apart a computer's entire circuit board and put it back together again more efficiently than most people log on.
She met husband Cornel in Venice months after her father died in 2005. Here they are with their son, Alex
He was always distant when it came to fatherly affection, and as a child I barely got a peck on the top of the head most nights when I went to bed. But what he lacked in demonstrative love, he made up for by being a capable and eminently practical kind of dad.
When I was 18, I worked as a waitress in a pizza restaurant.
On the regular occasions when my car broke down late at night, I would phone my father and stand outside the restaurant in the dark waiting until he arrived, fixing me safely in the beam of his headlights — my knight in a Vauxhall Astra, come to tow me home.
Somehow I thought this giant of a man would be around for ever, so while I was worried when he fell ill with cancer in 2003, I never doubted he would beat it.
Dad had, after all, been battling a pre-cancerous condition in his mouth, called leukoplakia, for two decades. Every year he'd had surgery on his tongue to remove parts where pre-cancerous cells had grown.
When full-blown cancer was diagnosed, everyone who knew my father agreed he wouldn't go down without one hell of a fight. And fight he did. As the months passed, I watched in stunned and sometimes sickened awe as Dad drew on every ounce of his prodigious strength in the face of depressingly diminishing odds.
But with everything Cornel does, she wonders: would Dad have done it better? Here he is in his early 40s
Derek Cook, here with his two daughters, fought pre-cancerous leukoplakia for decades
At 18, Julie got a job as a pizza waitress and routinely called her dad to fix her broken down car after work
Now she has her own family to look after, but she always pines for her father's helping hand
He seemed to grow in stature in direct, inverse proportion to the physical ravages laying waste to his body. His jaw bone was so riddled with cancer that surgeons had to remove it and replace it with a bone from his leg. Half his tongue was cut away, and he was fed through a tracheotomy.
Over the months, his bravery and stoicism continued to amaze me. When, for example, my father's airway had to be cleared by means of a tube being stuck roughly down his throat, he would hold his hand up to cover his face so that my sister and I could not see, to spare us.
A man's man, a gentleman to the last, he never complained. He was full of dignity and fighting spirit — and quite simply was the bravest man I ever knew.
When he finally succumbed in April 2005, I was as shocked as I was distraught. The night before he died, he emailed his cancer nurse to ask if he could be put in touch with medical trial companies, offering himself as a guinea pig for attempts to find a cure.
Her father was always distant and never gave Julie a kiss goodnight, but made up for it in many other ways
How could he die? My able, strong, super-dad? It seemed absurd, impossible, that this giant of a man could not 'fix it'.
As time passed I tried to forget the details of his illness — too painful to remember — and instead concentrated on recalling his courage. Faults and failings were erased from my mind, as so often happens when someone is no longer around.
So much so, that, when I met Cornel on holiday in Venice just a few months later, my father had acquired an almost saint-like status. The timing for Cornel, this wonderful man destined to be my husband and by default the most important man in my world, could not have been worse.
Cornel is a talented pianist who has played on the Orient Express and in five-star hotels, but he was humble about his achievements and had a wicked sense of humour very like my father's.
Yet, bad as it sounds, I knew from the outset that despite Cornel's many wonderful characteristics — his kindness, talent, sense of fun — he would never measure up to my father. Who could?
I knew it was cruel of me to judge Cornel so harshly. It made me feel guilty and ungrateful, and I also felt huge sadness that my father and the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with would never meet.
A resilient man, he put up a strong fight when he was diagnosed with cancer but died years later
But it wasn't just raw grief that made me feel this way. Comparing my fiance with my late father, in sometimes the most petty and almost laughable circumstances, is a habit which has endured over the years. If Cornel seemed to hesitate, for example, when dispatching a particularly gruesome-looking spider, I'd immediately think of Dad's fearlessness in the face of any arachnid.
Mostly I kept these thoughts to myself, but sometimes they came bubbling to the surface. If Cornel couldn't fix the vacuum cleaner, for example, and suggested we buy a replacement, I'd think about how Dad would have persevered until it was mended.
If Cornel complained of having man flu, I'd struggle to muster even the smallest shred of sympathy: he didn't know the first thing about suffering. He once had to have nine teeth filled in one session. As we walked to the dentist, he made the mistake of admitting to a few, quite understandable, misgivings and nerves.
'Oh, for goodness' sake,' I exploded. 'My dad went through torture! He had to have his tongue sewn up without pain relief, and you're moaning about a visit to the dentist.'
Cornel just rolled his eyes, but when my wrath subsided, I felt guilty and childish.
Cornel is a talented pianist with a wicked sense of humour. But is Julie's father a better man in her eyes?
My husband retaliated by having all nine fillings without anaesthetic, much to the dentist's bafflement. He was trying to prove to me that he was a match for the ghost who hovers over him in all aspects of our lives.
'Happy now?' he slurred afterwards, in quite obvious pain. 'Did I pass the bravery test?' Then he laughed. 'She challenged me to do it,' he told the dentist, who threw me an incredulous glance.
'Teethgate', as we now refer to it, became so absurd it was funny, but for me it was a wake-up call. I was behaving ridiculously.
That day it was a trip to the dentist that made me question Cornel's masculinity and find him short of the mark. What would be next? Where would this eternal — and ultimately futile — competition end? With Cornel throwing in the towel and looking for a wife who appreciates him?
Am I alone in this, I wonder? Do all women compare their husbands with their fathers? And do sons compare their wives with their mothers?
Julie wonders if all women think this of their husbands and fathers. Do all sons compare their mothers and wives?
I wasn't aware of Cornel ever comparing me with his own mother. She's an incredible cook whose talents place my own feeble culinary efforts firmly in the shade, but has he ever mentioned it? Of course not. There must have been countless other ways in which he'd compared me to the woman who'd been the focus of his world for so long.
Perhaps, I concluded, I was behaving this way simply because I miss my father, and feel he disappeared far too soon. I'd hoped to see him live way into his 80s, and I miss him terribly. He has left such a gaping hole in my life that I struggle to fill it, in whatever way I can. Maybe my endless comparisons, however damaging, are a way of keeping his memory alive.
We're now expecting a little girl and Cornel is thrilled and excited that he will have a relationship with her that will be different from the one he has with our four-year-old son, Alex.
Part of me wonders: will our daughter one day feel the same way about Cornel as I do about my own father? Will I be able to step back and watch as the relationship of which I was robbed before I was ready is passed to the next generation? Will I finally be able to give my husband a break?
My father taught me that men are good, brave and strong — and deserving of love until the end. I look forward to watching my daughter learn the same thing.
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My brother and I are adults, but when it comes to taking care of my mother, we fall right back into the roles we had as children.
As the oldest in the family, I've always been very responsible, while my younger brother has tended to stand back and let others do the heavy lifting. Now that my mother is ailing, I've been doing much more than my brother in terms of her care. We both live some distance away from her, but I handle her finances and recently helped her find and move into a senior care facility. My husband recently suggested that I step back and give my brother a chance to do his part. But what if he doesn't? Besides, I don't want to let my mother down.
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Family dynamics are often more powerful than we realize: it can be very hard to change patterns that are decades old. I suspect that passive communication with your brother will not work. If you step back to give your brother a chance to do more, he might not notice, even though to you the shift is dramatic. It's likely to be much more effective if you speak to him directly and try to negotiate a new understanding regarding your mother's needs.
Before you speak to your brother, develop clear goals for what you hope to accomplish. Is the burden of caring for your mother too much for you, or is it primarily an issue of fairness between you and your brother? Is the amount of time you spend with your mother creating problems in your marriage? Are there specific tasks that you'd like your brother to take over, or is there a way you can alternate responsibilities? If you come to the discussion with clear ideas about what isn't working and how the situation could be improved, you're more likely to get results.
Approach your brother in a non-accusatory way, if you can. Focus on the fact that you need help and stay away from issues of right and wrong, and good guys and bad guys. If your characterization of your brother is accurate, that is, that he tends to let others do most of the work, than you probably shouldn't expect a significant change in his behavior. Still, if you're specific about how he can share your mother's care, he'll be more likely to rise to the occasion. If he can't spend more time with your mother, would he be willing to pay a housekeeper, for example, so you don't have to spend your weekends cleaning your mother's house? Try to play to his strengths. Is he good with finances, for example? If so, ask him to take over your mother's taxes. If it would help you (and your marriage) to have regular weekends free, propose a schedule for alternating visits.
You may be surprised by what comes out in the discussion with your brother. He may believe that you're both doing an equal share of the caregiving tasks, for example. Or it may turn out that he believes your mother always favored you, and he doesn't believe she wants his help. You may find it helpful to consult a family counselor or mediator if communicating with your brother is particularly difficult, or if doing so opens old family wounds. A counselor will help you gain perspective on your situation, and can offer practical advice for how to fairly divide caregiving tasks.
Addressing the situation has the potential to open up new avenues of communication and understanding, and bring your family closer. Even if the response from your brother is disappointing, you'll feel better for dealing with the situation, rather than suffering in silence and allowing your resentment to build.
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Unfortunately I do not have an answer. I am in a situation where I have been the live in/primary caregiver for my mother. My brother and his family have been marginally involved. Recently my mother was hospitalized and has required hopefully short term nursing home rehab. My brother and his family now want to be actively involved and it appears to me want to be making all the decisions. It appears all has to be cleared with them before I, as POA, move forward. This is very very discouraging. I feel I have failed in many arenas.
from what i see of families, these patterns are very dominant. that doesn't mean your brother couldn't or wouldn't change, but until you see that actually up there and working, you might find it less stressful to do what you're doing now. otherwise it may well not be done and you'd have double stress. the waiting-and-seeing stuff doesn't go so well with elder care when you know something needs to be done. i know it's very annoying to see people apparently being lazy, but it's often to do with their inadequacies (fear of losing a parent, inability to be a responsible adult, whatever). here's the thing -- you do the work, you get the glory! you meet your Mom's needs, you take care, you're the one who gets to feel "hey i did everything i could." the plus, you know you did right, you know your Mom loved you and you loved her and you stood beside her. you learned the journey of aging and dying (much avoided by our society), you showed you kids what family is really all about, the only downside is the work and the effort. forgive the bro, not because he deserves it, but because you deserve not to be burdened with negative thoughts. great for you! i admire what you're doing.
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I've practiced against him and i got the hang of it. But when i fought him in career mode i can't beat him, can someone help me?
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There are three ways that you can try to beat him.
1. Get two stars (the delayed ones are very strict), don't get hit while waiting for the Bull Charge, counterpunch him, and when the cutscene ends, immediately use the three-star punch to OHKO him.
Pattern: Hook, Uppercut, Fast Jab, Slow Jab, Fast Jab, Uppercut, Slow Jab, Fast Jab, Slow Jab, Repeat.
2. Use a three-star uppercut on each OHKD, and when you get to the third one, it will OHKO him, even if you go to Round 2.
3. Counter every Bull Charge, and use the OHKD trick, everytime. If you do so, he'll be down on the 5th Bull Charge.
Personally, the first one is the easiest, the second one is the most simple, and the third one is if you know his patterns, and if you can counter the Bull Charge, well enough. Hope this helped! =|
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Most the times try delaying your hits so you hit him on the knock back in his face gets you stars.
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When I started my data visualization business, I had some pretty ambitious plans. I would get a bunch of work, too much work, and quickly start hiring people. I would also focus a portion of my—and my employees'—time on data viz related products. I had an idea of what a "successful" business would look like, based on the successful businesses I've seen my friends build. It took over a year to figure out that path was not for me.
I re-evaluated what I enjoyed about running my business and what I didn't enjoy. It turns out following that typical path to "success" would involve focusing most of my attention toward the parts I didn't like. What would my business look like if I instead focused as much as possible on the aspects I enjoyed? I wouldn't have employees, I wouldn't work excessive hours, I wouldn't take on every project that comes my way, and I wouldn't accept projects on unreasonable timelines.
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Three para-paddlers will get South Africa's Canoe World Sprint Championships campaign up and running in Milan, Italy on Wednesday.
The 12-strong team have been at the venue since Friday in order to get the para-paddlers finally classified in time for Wednesday's racing. The early arrival also gave the other 10 padders more time to recover from the long flight up north from Johannesburg via Dubai.
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Those were the words of noted blogger Jeremiah Owyang, a very bright and intelligent individual, when talking about a journalist feeling frustration over the conflict between journalism and blogging. Jeremiah's advice is to "either get on the train, or get out of the way".
In multichannel retailing, a similar phenomenon is occurring to the one Jeremiah references. A generation of employees who developed their skills in the world of catalogs are being phased out by Google and the magic of online retailing. No longer is it necessary to send a 148 page catalog to a customer, when you can simply intercept the customer at her time of need by allowing Google to broker a fair competition between online retailers.
The catalog expert is in a similar situation to the journalist that Jeremiah describes. Over the past decade, her profession was consumed by an economic version of Darwinian evolution. Her skills, once so important, must evolve for her to remain relevant.
If you have the battle scars of an individual who went through the type of economic transition that Jeremiah describes, what did you do to make the transition occur? Did you get on the train, did you get out of the way, or did you allow the train to run you over?
Let's hope that the current generation of online marketers, social media experts, and online strategists are ready to make the same type of transition when the next version of the internet consumes the very industries they currently promote. Since everything is happening faster and faster, the lights on the next train are already approaching.


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