When you think of home safety, what comes to mind? Smoke detectors, security systems, and carbon monoxide detectors are all items commonly utilized in many people’s homes as a means of protection. However, with statistics showing that over 380000 reported home fires in the United States alone, it is clear that more precautions should be taken to ensure the safety of you and your loved ones. Many people are content to rely solely upon their smoke detectors when it comes to fire emergencies, but while these devices may act as an early warning system, far too many fire deaths still occur in homes where a smoke alarm is present and working. By keeping a fire extinguisher on hand, you could greatly minimize the damage to property unless you use a fire proof box to protect your valuables. Fire extinguishers are inexpensive and easy to handle. Don’t leave your safety to chance. Invest in a fire extinguisher. Your life may depend on it.
One thing I would like to change about the world today is the amount of violence in it. From video games to movies and television I feel like to much violence and harm is displayed in the world today. I would like to live in a society where peace and harmony are the ideals. Where everyone is taught to respect their neighbor and be responsible for their own actions. I feel like violence depicted as it is today is detrimental to children and peoples actions day by day. I belief it has an influence on not only moral actions and thoughts but as well as physical actions towards everyone. I love this world and I feel like it would be a better experience and better preserved if everyone would try to be at peace with themselves.
November 30th, 2011
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Every day, every single day I look forward to waking up and feeling the sleeping body of my husband next to mine, I slowly wrap my arms around him and nuzzle into his long, beautiful hair. These precious moments, when the world is all ours, are the best moments of my day. Just knowing that I get to spend another day of my life being connected to this wonderful man makes me boundlessly happy. We are still what you would consider “newlyweds” but I don’t imagine that I will feel any differently fifty years from now. We both agree that our bed is a magical place where we can leave the world behind and finally concentrate on one another. We don’t enter it mad, upset or bickering, on the odd occasions that those things happen. It’s a place for love, our love, and that makes it very difficult to roll out of when I have to go to work.
November 27th, 2011
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Fire is one of the most disaster elements on this earth. Human always come up with different solutions so that we can rescue more and more people if they stuck in fire. But before all the solutions people have to aware of safety rules and what should they do during that period. We should plan like this that our house or office must have an emergency exit door with panic bolts, so that we can open the door easily. Panic bolts for fire doors are of two types one is in the form of handle and other one breaks into two pieces. Safety is always in our hands so always being alert.
November 24th, 2011
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This past weekend I went to a casino with my father in law. I was really on the fence about it. I don’t gamble and I don’t drink alcohol, so the casino has very little to offer me by way of entertainment. My mother loves them and can spend hours upon hours sitting in front of a slot machine. All I can think of when I watch one of them suck up my ten dollar bill is how long it took me to earn that money, and that I will never see it again. I suppose that is the kind of attitude that keeps me from winning. I am perfectly fine participating in other activities where my money is spent on something I truly enjoy, like travel. The only reason I agreed to go was that my husband and his mother were attending a B52’s concert at that casino, and I was just sort of hanging around, watching my father in law gamble while we waited for them.
November 21st, 2011
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There are so many injustices in the world that could be changed that I almost feel guilty for my answer. I would change the popular media’s hold on the psyche of young girls everywhere who think that being abnormally thin makes them beautiful and popular. The twig-thin models I’ve seen in print ads and runway shows truly look as though they are wasting away. I hate seeing arms no thinner then the bones beneath the skin and collars that jut forward like the haunches of a starving horse. When I was growing up I came from a family of people who were of a rounder, more generous body shape. While that may have been considered the pinnacle of beauty in some cultures, in America, I went through hell. “Fat prejudice” made it alright for me to be constantly bullied and ridiculed. I spent most of my days home, alone, feeling like an unwanted monster. It needs to be stated that no one in my family, despite their weight, has ever died or been hospitalized for a disease caused by obesity such as hypertension or diabetes. My father, who was nearly seven feet tall and thin as a rail, died of heart failure at 62. My short, plump grandmother who always had a soothing word for me, lived to be 98 years old. People often openly harass the overweight community with hateful statements and actions without remorse. It’s wrong. We need to rid ourselves of the media’s standards of unachievable beauty and allow every girl to grow up feeling beautiful, confident and proud.
There are so many injustices in the world that could be changed that I almost feel guilty for my answer. I would change the popular media’s hold on the psyche of young girls everywhere who think that being abnormally thin makes them beautiful and popular. The twig-thin models I’ve seen in print ads and runway shows truly look as though they are wasting away. I hate seeing arms no thinner then the bones beneath the skin and collars that jut forward like the haunches of a starving horse. When I was growing up I came from a family of people who were of a rounder, more generous body shape. While that may have been considered the pinnacle of beauty in some cultures, in America, I went through hell. “Fat prejudice” made it alright for me to be constantly bullied and ridiculed. I spent most of my days home, alone, feeling like an unwanted monster. It needs to be stated that no one in my family, despite their weight, has ever died or been hospitalized for a disease caused by obesity such as hypertension or diabetes. My father, who was nearly seven feet tall and thin as a rail, died of heart failure at 62. My short, plump grandmother who always had a soothing word for me, lived to be 98 years old. People often openly harass the overweight community with hateful statements and actions without remorse. It’s wrong. We need to rid ourselves of the media’s standards of unachievable beauty and allow every girl to grow up feeling beautiful, confident and proud.
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November 18th, 2011
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The Ramones, Rancid and The Dead Milkmen are some of my favorite bands. I identified with the rebellious punk rock movement at an early age, coming from a family that strongly valued order. Lucky for me, I lived within a cab ride’s distance to one of the most influential punk clubs on the East Coast, City Gardens. It was there that I was introduced to Adam Ant and Blondie, Gwar and Black 47, Joey Ramone’s mother even gave me a ride home once when my friends ditched me. Although it was raucous and irreverent, the music was never openly violent, it spoke about the drug culture with a gritty reality that didn’t glorify dealing or using. Conversely, I do not like Rap music. The messages of female objectification, gang violence, and glory of drug dealing are unacceptable to me. Many youth living in inner city areas are having their unfortunate futures reinforced by “hustling” rap stars festooned in diamonds and high caliber weapons, with a half dressed (completely submissive) female hanging off of both arms. These people are not appropriate role models, they are criminals.
The Ramones, Rancid and The Dead Milkmen are some of my favorite bands. I identified with the rebellious punk rock movement at an early age, coming from a family that strongly valued order. Lucky for me, I lived within a cab ride’s distance to one of the most influential punk clubs on the East Coast, City Gardens. It was there that I was introduced to Adam Ant and Blondie, Gwar and Black 47, Joey Ramone’s mother even gave me a ride home once when my friends ditched me. Although it was raucous and irreverent, the music was never openly violent, it spoke about the drug culture with a gritty reality that didn’t glorify dealing or using. Conversely, I do not like Rap music. The messages of female objectification, gang violence, and glory of drug dealing are unacceptable to me. Many youth living in inner city areas are having their unfortunate futures reinforced by “hustling” rap stars festooned in diamonds and high caliber weapons, with a half dressed (completely submissive) female hanging off of both arms. These people are not appropriate role models, they are criminals.
November 15th, 2011
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The furthest away from home I have ever been (without spending an hour looking at a map and calculating) is most likely Aviano, Italy. I spent four of the best years of my life living there close to the NATO Air Force base. The entire area was beautiful, from the Mediterranean pebble beaches to the architecture of the town, the short boat ride to Venice and accessibility to other parts of Europe by rail. Every morning I woke up and walked down to a small café’ that had little parasols over the tables to enjoy a cup of cappuccino and a roll with blood orange marmalade.
The furthest away from home I have ever been (without spending an hour looking at a map and calculating) is most likely Aviano, Italy. I spent four of the best years of my life living there close to the NATO Air Force base. The entire area was beautiful, from the Mediterranean pebble beaches to the architecture of the town, the short boat ride to Venice and accessibility to other parts of Europe by rail. Every morning I woke up and walked down to a small café’ that had little parasols over the tables to enjoy a cup of cappuccino and a roll with blood orange marmalade.
November 10th, 2011
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If I had $1000 to spend in any store, it would probably be Betseyville. I’m a huge fan of Betsey Johnson purses and accessories. Having a thousand dollars to spend on the bag of my dreams makes my little heart go pitter-pat just thinking about it. I’m sure that there is some more practical way to spend money but this is a shopping “spree”, which means I can spend what I want on something lovely and just for me without feeling completely guilty about it. I’m sure I would be able to pick up a few pieces of her incredibly funky jewelry as well.
I’ve had more jobs in my lifetime then I could possibly count. I’ve always worked two or three part time jobs at a time, When I returned home from the military I was looking for a complete change of pace. On a whim I walked into a local florist and asked if they needed help. As it happened, one of her designers had quit earlier that day. I worked at the flower shop for almost two years, I loved opening the boxes from the flower supplier every day and exploring the exotic, fragrant beauties I found inside. It spawned in me a great love for orchids, their arrangement and care. I still love orchids and I still miss spending my days snipping thorns off of roses and arranging giant spider mums into beautiful bouquets. It was my favorite job ever.
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