Its official my son is now smart. what do i do now?

Published on August 24th, 2010.

i told him if he touched the step stool one more time, he would go in his room. well my brilliant child walked right up to the step stool and circled his hands around the sides, but never actually touched it. he just turned 3 he shouldnt be out smarting me yet. i guess its time to hang up my hat, huh?

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Could someone please proofread this for me?

Published on July 8th, 2010.

Hi! I’m a stay at home mother of two children looking to start a career in the future. I know the stress of not being able to pay bills on time and having to pay minimum monthly payments on credit cards, especially with today’s economy. I truly feel for those who believe there is no way out. Those are a few of the reasons I want to help. I’m not asking for compensation, as doing this would benefit myself in many ways. One being a stepping stool to my future career, and another in knowing I can make a difference in another family’s life.

Your information will be strictly confidential. I do not wish to see credit card numbers, social security numbers, bank account numbers, etc. Meeting place is negotiable, although I do have two children under the age of 3 so it might get a little crazy at my home, but the choice is your’s.

My plan would be to review your finances, utilities, and other expenses to help you formulate a plan and a budget, and all of this at no cost. If this sounds like something you may be interested in please feel free to email me. Thanks for your time.

Sincerely,
Andrea
I should add that the beginning of my add states "Stay at home mother will help you get out of debt for free"

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What do u think of this poem: I Am the One Who Watches (original)? Please be honest.?

Published on July 7th, 2010.

I Am the One Who Watches

I Am the One Who Watches the the newborn child in his mother’s arms.
I See the parents smile proudly at their creation,

I Am the One Who Watches the lovers engage in the sacrament of matrimony.
I See the ring pass from his hand to her finger.
I See their romantic embrace.

I Am the One Who Watches the starving child recieve food from the stranger.
I See the grateful look of the child.
I See the smile on the stranger’s face.

I Am the One Who Watches the enemies make peace.
I See their genuine handshake.

I Am the One Who Watches the confident man plunge himself into the outside world.
I See the one he loves turn him away.
I See the merciless world crush his dreams and throw him away.
I See the confident man tying a cord around his neck.
I See him step on the stool.
I See him step off.

I Am the One Who Watches the newborn infant struggle for breath in his mother’s arms.
I See the last flame of life flicker away.
I See the grief in the parents’ faces.
I Hear their cries.

I Am the One Who Watches the quarrel from the side.
I See the flash of metal.
I See the spurt of blood.
I Hear the alarm of the ambulance in their futile attempt.

I Am the One Who Watches the mother grasping her son in her arms.
I See the flames consume them.

I Am the One Who Watches the person walk into the building.
I Hear the click of the revolver.
I Hear its gunshots.
I See the workers try to escape.
I See them fall, one by one.

I Am the One Who Watches the fires of justice engulf the evil.
I Hear their cries of supposed penitence.
I See the just caught along with the evil, claimed by the fire.

You may ask why I do not intervene.
It is simple: I do not care.
I cannot live; I cannot not die.
I Can only Watch.

I Am the One Who Watches the dark clouds slowly crawl towards me.
I See the clouds as they loom over the world.
I See the END.
it is not from the POV of God

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I need a good thesis statement! Editing a Paper!!!!?

Published on July 6th, 2010.

I was summarizing an article; and my paper is due tomorrow. ( in a few hours I guess) (I know I have a lot of editing to do, but I can think straight. Any suggestions for a thesis statement?? I need my essay majorly modified… I know I have run on sentences as well any ideas on how to change that? Haha can somebody just edit my paper for me? Help me out.

Here it is…

Cause and Effects of Escherichia coli on both Man and Animal
The scientific outcome and/or facts from studies in the laboratory, investigation and surroundings sampling showed a consistency of where most outbreaks of illnesses with exposures in Farm Petting Zoo’s. These illnesses were probably from animals giving a strain of E. coli. In long terms and close contact with the animals, in which usually young children have no boundaries with these said animals. The age groups of most of these cases lead scientific research to a conclusion that this type of behavior encourages the disease to spread. The likelihood that these young children will put food and non food items into their mouths and pass the germs on to others is a great amount of probability, the closer to the area of surface, there immune systems have a harder time fighting off infection. The fact that younger children are more prone to this happening than in older children and adults makes the study even more conclusive.
The article clearly states that a high number of animals in an enclosed area are more likely to contract Ecoli. The article tells us that animals when getting nervous have loose stools and then it is spread in unsanitary quarters. Then this can be passed on to people visiting the petting zoo. With proper hygienically habits being used it was still not enough in regards to the time of use or infection that may have happened prior to the use or even children’s other skin area’s. Other studies conclude that manure on the ground and breathing it, walking on it and even it being airborne could pass to human bodies. The exposure in capacity would worsen the overall effect.
People aware of these effects would take a better protocol and take less chances of being exposed by spending less time and take better precautions in the awareness of how exposure to such animals would be harmful. Fomite transmission of E. coli means that we have further transmission or the passing of such germs through things such as blankets, strollers, shoes and the things we clean these items with can pass on these germs and have a chain reaction of exposing and passing these vital germs on and on.
There was a research done regarding interviews of said case respondents asking them the amount of contact that they had with the animals, length of visit and so on.
Most respondents were not totally honest about the amount of contact or could not recall. So with this data the conclusion comes to the fact that most had studies with the younger children contracting E. coli. National Association of State Public Health Veterinarians (NASPHV), gave updated research information regarding the amount of outbreaks reported that the petting zoo’s, fairs and animal related events take preventative steps to help insure human safety. This was a request regarding the (Compendium of Measures to Prevent Disease and Injury Associated with Animals in Public Settings, 2004.). The employed staff at such events should be trained and help to prevent further outbreaks. It was then stated that infant children should not be allowed contact with certain animals and removed from the environment immediately along with more sanitary settings for animals as well as equipping the area with better hygienically area’s for visitors. Another measure that was taken was educating and giving public awareness about zoonotic disease and risks before going into and animal environment. The time period of interactions between animals and humans might reduce risk factors and lower the microbial burden. (Passing of E. coli) All animal related events should also make sure that food areas are opposite of the areas animals are in or around. Samples from this investigation within the environments were taken and helped in coming up with this educated hypothesis.
Patients with E. coli symptoms were stated as having the following: Diarrhea, Bloody diarrhea, Constipation and other symptoms as well. This research was not only based on the amount or duration of visits with animals or contact but was also thought of as food contact, number of cases in the same area, age, dates of illnesses, and finally determining whether it was animal contact or food and the location and the percentage of population exposed and how it was passed on. In this study and hypothesis could we ask ourselves one question can they pinpoint the question as to where it was coming from and from what type of animals or would this only be an assumption and that research could have found a different source rather than the source such as the herd of goats just because the

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What do you think of this short story?

Published on July 5th, 2010.

I am tooling around with different story ideas, and would like any constructive feedback you can give on this little one…

Who knew my kitchen could be such a dangerous place?
NOW, someone hears me? Now, somebody finally looks up?
I couldn’t help the smile creeping across my lips, even as the hood of the parked red car loomed closer into view.
People were looking now, huh. Were screaming now. Grabbing their children. Running away, even. Now, when two and one-half songs ago, they could have looked up and helped me.
I wonder who’s calling?
This must look absolutely ridiculous to Mrs. Martha in 201-B, who I am sure has dropped that ridiculous ladybug coffee mug by now.

At least my fingers don’t hurt anymore, though they’re probably still bleeding from grabbing that windowsill for so long. Banged my knee really good on the faucet too. Guess I’ll never know how the cat food got all the way up there on top of the snack cabinet… still doesn’t make sense. Bet nobody’ll think to ask later anyway. Heck, who would even answer, Mitzy? “Meow, Meow. Meow!” Yeah. Heh. Poor kitty’s gonna be lonely now. I hope she finds a kid with really gullible parents before they try to stick her in a shelter. No one else in the condo has a cat. Maybe that little freckle-faced kid at the park where we usually walk after dinner?
Sirens now. What good will all that do? Better be the Mop-Up-Crew. If Mr. Stick-in-the-Butt downstairs in 1408-F hadn’t made the noise complaint, this would all be going down quietly. Well, except for the smashing glass, my screaming, and whatever noise this car is about to make.
The CD sort of set this whole thing in motion, though…
I couldn’t help being excited, it being release day and all. So, I dropped my bag and ran straight to the stereo when I came in from the store.
I turned the stereo all the way up and started singing along. I couldn’t believe all the greatest hits were there on ONE CD! Not to be ignored, Mitzy had wrapped her orange cream-sicle body around my legs until I gave in and went to her empty bowl.
The second track started up as I rambled through the cabinets searching for her food. I think Mitzy liked that one; she seemed to be meowing along with me. Not finding any cans in the regular places, I kicked off my heels and used the brown bar stool to check the top shelves.
Track three kicked in just as the phone started ringing. Ignoring the phone, I stepped up on the counter to peek over the flour bags and coffee cans, knowing Mitzy had at least three or four cans of food left. Walking around the edge of the counter in my stockings, I shuffled through the tops of all the cabinets for the maddening little cans. Just as I wrote it off as a lost cause, I reached the top of the last set of cabinets being careful not to hit the drying dishes. There, in a neat little stack balanced on top of the canned hotdog-snack-things, was a lonely little can of Mitzy’s cat food!
Thrilled at my diligent success, I turned to my cat and threw my hands in the air in triumph, singing along with the fourth track of my new favorite CD.
At that exact moment, a barrage of loud, sharp thuds came crashing in against my front door. Completely unprepared for this attempted burglary on the 15th floor of my doorman-staffed condominium at 4:38 in the afternoon, I did what any sane person, standing behind a locked door in a kitchen full of knives, having graduated self-defense class, would have done. I panicked. Every muscle in my body seemed to briefly lock in place; except, apparently, the ones controlling my jaw, which fell open. My right foot, perched so precariously on the edge of the sink in the first place, began to slide forward away from my body.
Powerless to control myself, and expecting to simply slide down the sun-warmed window and crumple into the sink as the robber burst through the door, I felt my body tip backwards. I heard the crash. Felt the glass. Pinching. Bumping. Slicing. Meowing. Dripping. Twisting. Track four must be a remix. Screaming. Grabbing. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered the sound of running water and the rough, stiff texture of concrete under the tip of my left hand and right forearm, and the absence of a place to rest my feet. I guess my knee had turned the faucet on. I was still screaming. I opened my eyes. Willing my jaws shut, and channeling all the air-punching arm-power Turbo-Jam ever gave me, I tried to pull myself up onto the five inch windowsill. Guess I skipped too many sessions. There was a brief, but rather effective, musical interlude between track four and five; during which, I heard the voice at the door yell, “…down now, or I’m calling the cops!”
OK, it was time to scream. I gave it all I had, in thirty second bursts of all out screaming, hollering, yelling, begging, everything my voice could do. Mitzy even threw in a little caterwauling on my behalf. Unfortunately for me, track f
Sorry for the split. This is what’s next…

Unfortunately for me, track five and six were pretty much dance hits.
As the final beats for track seven thrummed on the stereo, I realized these may well be my final moments on the planet, perched fifteen stories over Graham Street, listening to an Old School CD, staring at the “M” on the forehead of my overweight tabby cat. I thought of all the people who would miss me, all the things that would change in the world, and realized it was really just Mom, Dad and the cat. Dang, not much of a mark. If anyone got the wrong idea, they might think I just got mad at Mitzy and jumped out the window. Sure wish I could climb back in this window and do something people would miss before I tried to feed the cat again. Track nine now, I sure have been here a long time. Too bad Mr. Whiner-in-1408-F never actually calls the cops. Loser, I thought as my arms gave out just as the cell phone in the left pocket of my skirt began to ring.
…

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Any poetry concerning religion?

Published on July 4th, 2010.

Here’s Mine

Last Time I went to Church…
I heard the Devil preaching “don’t be deceived”
while I walk the path of never lasting of everlasting
life, I see myself passing and passing
jus becus i’m lacking the truth

they said the truth hurts, true
only problem with that is
I jus hate to be lied too

part in my life I thought I had it
but they got u naw bro they got u!

we a part of the propaganda
the biggest cover up of cover ups and had the nerve to put holy on the cover of
I see my brother stumble that I really love
its like the closer he get is the farther he’s from it

I watch my steps as I walk towards seem to you like forward but really its backwards
the shadow of the valley of death yeah it captures
in all actuality the reality is natural
but casually they mastered thee
art of blaspheme
got u thinking they passing thee message across righteously,
profanity in the name of the Almighty.
hearts harden prophesy impart pardon if I start but if everybody is right then who wrong?
question me cus I read and I seek and starve for the right thing
cus man does not eat by bread alone but every word that proceeds out the mouth of HE so
is poverty a fling?
Blessed are those who are poor in spirit
and the meek will inherit the earth jus as Yahshua preach but they don’t teach that
thinking it’ll be a rapture! Please! And that will make his coming 3
So what does it mean “on earth some will be call Kings and some Priests”

II Timothy Ch. 3 ….Men will Be Lovers of themselves, lovers of money…
so you cant wealthy thinking that YAH bless thee
and you haven’t stool the test of time what makes you different from the rest
and yes we blind to be having too many lights flashing
those tv’s on
media misleading ya cus they know niggas don’t read
playing mind games withcha seeing you don’t think
HE made it plain and clear that even a blind man can see
so theres no excuse
and these false teachers (sigh) thats a different story

but back to my life story or the story I cant afford to be told for me
i’m a bastard anymore cus I kno my Father and His Son
I can say I love them from my heart all I want
but do I follow theirs Law which they say I’m not under
theirs stautes commandments which His prophets and apostles done beforehand
and get this “were perfect in righteousness”
then again i’m a lair to say I know em

And they say we all Gods children
so say that we are, ask yaself like self do I follow the law? which Yah gives us
because its not the love spoken of in which HE hears us
it’s like show don’t tell me

I see too many grace riding safe sounded saved
so a free ride is expected and it will be right into ya common graves
qoute Yaaqob “faith withouts works is dead”, “REPENT! REPENT!” Is what Yahcanan said
all we be judge and dont judge cus you’ll be condemning yourselves

when I came upon the truth I needed an extra bottle cus it was a hard pill to swallow
I was dumbfounded I found the truth to be a lie
sow together into the truth my thoughts were like damn I’m screwed
like the boy who cried wolf
but I must pull through like the Son said “only he who endures”
in order to help my friends I gotta start from within

Revelation Ch.12:9
"And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called Devil and Satan,who deceives the whole world".
they use religion to deceive you
and the best lied is with the truth in it.
So I ask you desperately desperately to read
Also a way to show yourself approved
and inside you will find you

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Why won't my 5 year old daughter poop on her own?!?

Published on July 4th, 2010.

My 5 year old daughter REFUSES to poop on her own. She will hold it in for weeks! Of course some will come out and get into her underwear though. The only way we can get her to go is with Miralax and enemas (with the permission of the doctor, of course). We’ve been to the doctor and he says it’s normal and a lot of children her age do that because they’d rather do other things then poop on the potty or she might have had a bad experience with going (such as having a really hard stool that really hurt her to pass). We’ve had this problem since we started potty training her 3 years ago. She has accidents at school, and when we have to give her Miralax or an enema we have to keep her out of school and other activities because she will just have horrible diarrhea and will just go in her underwear, so we need to keep a diaper on her. We have no other choice but to do those things though because the poop NEEDS to come out. Sometimes she will start to get sick if she doesn’t go for awhile. This also causes her to get a ton of UTI’s. The next step is a GI doctor but she’s had a ton of ultrasounds, x-rays, etc and nothing is wrong. We think it is just her being stubborn. We try rewarding her when she goes and nothing works. Does anyone have any idea on how we can fix this?

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ENGLISH 10 point!!!!!!i will vote best answer?

Published on July 3rd, 2010.

1)The summary that best describes the exposition of "The Lottery" is:

-It was a bright summer morning in June with the flowers blossoming. The people who lived in the village, a group of about 300, were gathering in the village square. Adults chatted about planting, rain, tractors and taxes, and children soon lost their summer shyness and began teasing and picking on each other.

-Mr. Summers and the villagers did not like upsetting tradition. The black box represented tradition. The black box grew shabbier each year and stood badly splintered along one side on top of the stool in the village square, the original wood color painted and peeling. Mr. Summers and Mr. Graves kept the black box locked in the safe of Mr. Summer’s coal company the night before the lottery. However, during the year, the black box could be kept anywhere: at the post office, in Mr. Graves’s barn, or on a shelf in the grocery store.

-Tessie Hutchinson was stoned to death by the very people who called her mother, wife and friend.

-Tessie Hutchinson stood in the center of the cleared space as the villagers moved towards her. She screamed about the unfairness of the lottery, as her friends and family members threw stones at her.

2)The best description of the setting of "I Have a Dream" is:

-Martin Luther King, Jr. describes the people who went on a quest for freedom through Mississippi, Alabama, South Carolina, Georgia, and Louisiana and who had come fresh from jail cells for their civil rights activism.

-Martin Luther King, Jr. discusses Alabama and George Wallace, the governor, having "his lips dripping with the words of ‘interposition’ and ‘nullification.’"

-Martin Luther King, Jr. delivered his famous "I Have a Dream" speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial on August 28, 1963, during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom. 250,000 civil rights activists shouted encouragement to Dr. King for his inspirational message that created hope in the hearts of the listeners.

-Martin Luther King, Jr. delivered "I Have a Dream" in 1963 to discuss the injustice of racism and the inequality of prosperity.

3)The main conflict in the radio drama The War of the Worlds is:

-the military attacking the aliens

-an alien invasion on earth

-the credibility of the radio drama that caused listeners to believe the invasion

-the hysteria scandal caused by Orson Welles and his broadcast

4)An example of external conflict in "I Have a Dream" is:

-"Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends."

-"But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt."

-"Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force."

-"One hundred years later, the life of the ***** is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination."

5)"When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." This conflict is an example of:

-person versus person

-person versus self

-person versus nature

-person versus society

6)"We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back." Choose all appropriate boxes that this characterization description represents.

-what the character says

-what the character does

-what the character thinks and feels

-both a and c

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This is chapter 1 of Hope a story I'm writing. Its set in the future. want to read more?xsarahjho98x@yahoo.com?

Published on July 2nd, 2010.

I strode purposely through Larson General Hospital, hoping with not much success to look dignified and important. According to the snickers and whispered conversations, I had merely made myself more of a fool.
I’m Rowena Wittlay, the divorced mother of one child, the sweetest 5 year old boy in the world, Phillip. I’ve been fired from various jobs since I had separated from Fredrick, my ex husband. From clerk, pharmacist, lawyer, and the latest, secretary I found myself an unqualified nurse with practically no training.
Being with no knowledge with medical terms of surgery or any similar aids I was placed with the job of Companion. As a Companion, I looked after the elderly, the retired citizens, and talked with them. Kept them amused. As this was only my second day here, I had no idea what to expect.
“B4d, B4d, B4d, where are you?” I muttered as I glanced side to side looking for this particular room. As I tried to locate this room with the complex map of the hospital, I found myself thinking of its occupant, Benjamin Clouse.
I had no clue of what kind of character he was because my boss, Devin Arkase, did not bother to discuss matters with inexperienced minors such as myself. For that, I called him Mr. Haughty as his secret nickname. The little information I had acquired revealed that Benjamin was a 92 year old veteran who was blind from a car crash when he was in his late 20s and had the beginning symptoms of throat cancer.
I knew nothing about Benjamin’s interests or even about his family to tell me more about him. I wished with all my heart that he would be an easy case, a nice man who just needed some entertainment to amuse him in the long days ahead at the hospital.

Benjamin Clouse lay down on his bed, his eyes closed, his nose drinking in the piney smells of the floorboards and bleached sheets. His sightless eyes did not blink as they looked up at the ceiling which was utter blackness for him. But blindness had his rewards, his hearing and smell had become more sensitive making up for one of his malfunctioning senses so that the improved ones replaced the lost one.
Benjamin whispered softly,”Where is the nurse, Oh where are you?” and listened for an answer. With none, Benjamin became contented listening for the footfalls of Nurse Rowena to accompany him on various trips and dreams to come.

“Finally, there it is!” I thought as I found the large sign on the bleak green door to my right. I stepped forward cautiously, expecting something to happen. The door to suddenly open or something else unexpected but as nothing did, I opened the door and said saw an old man with white hair and twinkly blue eyes looking back at me.
I introduced myself saying, “Hello, my name is Rowena and I am your Companion.” Benjamin nodded, seeming unconcerned and seemed to go to sleep. I felt discouraged by Benjamin’s lack of interest and quietly sat down on a nearby stool and took the opportunity to study him.
He was a frail man, tiny and was deeply tan, perhaps from the sweltering days back at his hometown, Virginia. Benjamin had laugh lines around his eyes, as I was happy to see, and seemed to be quite a nice man despite his impolite response to my introduction, As I was thinking this, his eyes opened suddenly, and I flinched, embarrassed. Then I remembered that he couldn’t possibly had known I was staring at him. Benjamin had had his eyes closed, and besides was blind. Thinking to myself,”I’m so stupid, why am I so scared of being caught staring at a blind man!” and other scolding in this manner, I waited for Benjamin to say or gesture for something. But instead of what I had expected, Benjamin said accusingly,” You were staring at me, Nurse Rowena.” And closed his eyes once more.
I for one was very startled at how he had known and had to interrupt his slumber to relieve me of my curiousity. “Pardon me, but exactly how did you know?”
Benjamin sat up in his bed and replied quite coolly,”When one is blind, their senses become improved. I sensed your head movie toward and felt your gaze.” To this answer I was in awe but convinced of his theory.
I waited for him to go back to bed but Benjamin did not proceed in his repeated order but started talking to me as if not a moment ago he had been a cool, indifferent man. Benjamin beckoned to me to come to him and I did so. He cupped his hands around his mouth as if wanting to tell a secret. Benjamin whispered,”I could hear a muttered word outside a closed door.” And paused and began again,”I can smell what food the cooks bring me across the hall and if I am around someone enough, I can identify who you are by the scent off your body.”
Not quite believing this, I humored him saying,”Yes, I can readily believe that. Shall we have a bet?” Benjamin, practically jumping up and down repeatedly exclaimed. ”Yes!”
I went outside and walked around and said very softly,” If you can hear me, clap twice.” And from behind the door, I distinctly heard 2 claps. I came

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Poem, just written. Criticism welcome.?

Published on July 1st, 2010.

I’m sitting before an American monument,
cold and worn,
behind me are thousands of young people,
just like me.
Banners are flapping in this furious breeze,
words are being screamed through
a microphone.
I look at the kids on the steps,
they wear jackets and bandannas,
they have peace signs trapped to their arms
and to their hearts.
Words are spoken, thousands roar in reply
complete agreement,
but the other side is here, too.
They to are screaming, it hurts my ears.
A bearded kid is chanting mantras,
calm, calm, calm, calm
a man on a stool is waving his arm
while he reads Ginsberg from his perch
to the crowd.
The rain is falling, the people are massing,
there’s something happening,
and I’m no longer the ignorant child,
I’m a generation come into its own,
grown up on visions of war.
Calm, calm, calm, calm,
calm, calm, calm, calm,
calm, calm, calm, calm,
and no matter what you do,
don’t come to blows with your fellow man.

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