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My answers you seek are within 2007-12-26 15:50:00 Dan Hanosh is a great family man from Waukesha, Wisconsin USA. As I consider him a friend I have accepted his challenge set out below. He’s a well-known writer with a passion for poetry and who's goal is help those that can’t share their dreams and capture their stories. Dan's enthusiasm for spreading the word is contagious. I, as well as many others, visit his sites to read his thought provoking words of wisdom. Now for my pearls of wisdom, “Seek and you shall find” my answers
to Dan’s questions. Name one person who made you laugh last night? What were you doing at 0800? What were you doing 30 minutes ago? What happened to you in 2006? What was the last thing you said out loud? How many beverages did you have today? What colour is your h Read more:within
Second Life Gamble 2008-03-06 01:50:00 "What would you do differently if you had the chance to live life all over again?"First reactions for most would be to jump at the chance to be given such a gift. But would you?Would you really be prepared to leave everything you have now for an uncertain future? Knowing that in the back of your mind you could make the same mistakes as before.I'll let you do the sums on how it might work out for you. It would certainly be a big gamble.Even though I know it’s impossible, I’ve often thought about what it would like to start all over again. But to make a long story short I’ve given up on that idea.Yes, to cut to the chase would be far better. As I’d hate to go through childhood and all that goes with it again. It would be far too taxing and there’s no doubting I’d make the same mi Read more:Second
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Bullying 2008-02-29 07:04:00 My very good blogging friend Moonshadow, the author of KS Born has recently highlighted school bullying as a major concern. Her aim is to get bloggers united to help spread the word about this blight within our schools. So I have accepted the challenge and after receiving this in the mail, I've combined the two. Firstly I must say I’m not an expert on this matter even though I experienced bullying and the bullying of others during my education. For me I was luckier than most, as I was far bigger than my tormentors; who quickly learnt that I was more than a match. The best I can do is to be a resource to other sites and an outlet for others to express their views and lessons in life that may assist others. I truly hope so. To put you in the picture better, my schooli
Hard on the Outside, Soft in the Middle 2008-02-22 21:24:00 My memories have been jogged by Mick the talented author of Mr Grudge, that when dealing with the most gruesome of work, one can become hardened and impervious to visible signs of distress in order to get on with the job. Now the type of job I’m talking about is not just confined to emergency workers or nurses who have to deal with death on an everyday basis. But to many others that go out day after day, paid and unpaid to assist those found sick, destitute, alone or even in far worse condition. To work amongst such horrible images and experience others peoples pain, be it in death or in the dying of loved ones, is a hard task for anyone to handle. But to keep performing the task without losing your grip, one becomes hardened on the outside whilst still trying to remain just like a Read more:Outside
What am I? 2008-02-19 11:54:00 I am what I am For you made me that way Never a thought Then a thought Then I was there From nothing to something Here I am Helpless and wanting Forever wanting Pure ID Crying and shaking Forever wanting Never stopping Forever searching I find what I need Nestled in the warmth The frenzy begins Contented for now Sleep is my partner As I wait for the wait Forever thirsty Looking up Never down Forever caring I fall asleep Contented again I dream for the next I dream to be near Awakened at last The game starts again As the game never stops I seek the attention I want for the change Warm again It starts over again Caressed by one hand Chastise
McCartney’s Magical Mystery Tour 2008-02-14 23:04:00 "All aboard! No tickets required. Hang on as we travel the World!" Simple words with simple images are all that it takes for one to understand that complex ways aren’t required to capture one’s mind and soul. Coupled with humorous conversations free from entangling webs makes my heart grow fonder. Although frequent visits are certainly an honour, they're not demanded what so ever. That’s what makes it such a pleasure when I wonder and say hello to the one that matters. They breed them tough in the Sunflower State, the heartland of one so dear who has a heart the size of their fair state. Always there to share a thought and give comfort even when frozen in. Forever sharing past and present family glories; forever searching for former family. I take heart an Read more:McCartney
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Things were far simpler then 2008-02-11 02:13:00 “Mankind is doomed to live a life of servitude catering to the technology juggernaut.”Yes, a very bold and pessimistic view on human society to say the least. But does it ring true, I ask.Machines and gadgets free us from labour intensive and mind-bending chores. But in the process we become slaves to their needs.I now spend an inordinate amount of time nurturing and caring for the things that are supposed to make my life and others better. To compound this even further are the reams of computer-generated paperwork that go with the job. They all take me away from giving quality time to the ones that matter most.I know I can’t go back but things were far simpler earlier on in my careers.Green Park and St Vincent’s Hospital 1937PICMAN Database - State Library of New South WalesNow do
Does your mouth get you into trouble? 2008-02-05 04:02:00 Has your mouth
ever got you into trouble? Well, it did for me when I first started nursing and to tell you the truth, it still does. Now, I’m not talking about inappropriate language. I’m talking about being misunderstood by people from overseas when I use Australian Sayings. As my class had a sprinkling of overseas students they too found it extremely hard to digest what I was trying to convey. At times I felt like I needed the services of an interpreter. But through trial and error those confused classmates grew accustomed to my ways, as I did with them. To test your skills on Aussie Sayings, I’ve highlighted below snippets of conversations I’ve had in the past. Your job is to pick out a couple and work out what I’m trying to say.
Life is like a race 2008-01-27 20:58:00 Life is like a race in some ways. A baton relay race, that is. So Imagine this! You’re running around a track with a baton in your hand waiting to pass it on. This baton contains everything you have learnt and all that you hold dear. This race was started when but a youth. You’re full of life and energy; you’re nothing but a lean mean fighting machine. You continue to go full circle time after time, after time. But you don’t mind. There’s plenty to see on the way and the crowd still there, cheering as you go by. But unlike the real game there are no other team mates up ahead, as far as you can see. This race is not as simple as you think. You continue to circle the track with life’s baton firmly held within your hand. The minutes tick away, the hour
To Cry or not to Cry 2008-01-23 12:08:00 Put your hands up if you're occasionally haunted by past traumatic experiences where you felt like crying, but didn’t? My hand is up, is yours? For those that have them up you can take them down! I’m reminded of three occasions. There are probably more, but they’re so far back in my mind, I’m unable to drag them up and out. Grandfather My grandfather passed away when I was about 17. I can’t remember what he died of but I remember exactly how I responded. I didn’t cry. But I should have. I still feel guilty to this day. Female patient I had just started nursing in 1975 when I found myself looking after a not so elderly mother in the coronary care unit. The doctors had given up hope of curing her and as such, after con
Family & Friends 2008-01-17 16:20:00 Everyone will reach a time in their lives when they’ll look back at the things they have achieved and experienced. When we contemplate our life’s journey the first thing that comes to mind are the negative aspects of our lives. They cast a dark shadow over the good things that have come our way. The best we can do is to learn from the past and get on with our lives. Not wanting to live in the past, I think it’s good for the soul to revisit the good times to remind us that our family and friends are the most important thing is our lives and that they should always come first. I’m still loving the memories that I’ve shared with my beautiful wife and three children. Even though we’ve had our moments, I’m still grateful that my wife and I love each Read more:Family
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Mission Impossible 2008-01-11 01:04:00 What is the name of a creature that has two heads and is best described as elegantly beautiful, a great conversationalist, philosophical, loves to interact with people including me and lives in Portugal? The answer to that question is found here. Now! My friend Max has challenged me to declare my 2008 New Year Resolutions. I have accepted but have broken the rules as usual to suit others and myself. When it comes to New Year’s Resolutions we seem to fall into four categories: 1) quite serious about them, 2) be flippant about them, 3) do it because we feel pressured to, or 4) do not do them. For me, I’m all of the above. In this case I have selected number four (4). However I have highlighted fifteen (15) Australian resources below that all Australian&# Read more:Mission
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How to save a life 2008-01-03 20:05:00 My first experience with saving a life occurred shortly after commencing my general nurse training in 1975. I found myself alone with a patient who had suffered a heart attack. A few chest compressions later she was up and about again so to speak.The next day as her smiling family stood by, she presented me with four packets of export cigarettes. It may seem inappropriate to some but that was her way of saying thank you. It meant a great deal to me and I appreciated the gesture.I would come to partially understand what she went threw in regards to thoughts of death, 10 years later after having a melanoma removed. For me this memory never fades, as each day I’m reminded that it may reoccur in one way or another. So it’s not until our lives are threatened that we start to look at ourselv
My Thoughts on Women 2008-03-13 08:11:00 "We all have our own opinions when it comes to the opposite sex. But I’m sure I’m not alone when I say that I love women." I've delved deep into my innermost thoughts to back up that claim and to reveal to you why I find women more curious, more intriguing and more captivating than you know who. I have worked with women for the last 39 years. From that you could surmise that I am somewhat of an expert when it comes to casting an intelligent eye over one of God’s most gifted creatures and making comment on her/his product of creation. As with men, women run the whole gambit of complexities and niceties. But I have to say I appreciate and prefer their uniqueness and outlook in life. I now hear you say, “Give me twenty good reasons why you find w Read more:Women
Kismet 2008-03-20 22:03:00 Long ago a blessing was set-aside for two souls not yet born. As ages passed prior souls, having served their time, set them free to behold that blessing. So it was written and so it was for these two souls as they set foot upon earthly grounds. Never knowing they journeyed on, worlds apart, until Kismet played a hand and caused paths to cross. From that day forth each would glance upon the other in different light. One curious but shy while the other more outgoing both hoped for common ground. With time they would come to know each other well as they made their mark upon this earth. One of nine and one of five they conquered grounds not yet tried. Until that day came when both set up camp on shores well known. Supported by all and sundry close to home they melded as one. So the
Who Inspires You? 2008-03-25 21:08:00 At least once a day I gain inspiration from people wanting to return to normality as they struggle to live from one day to the next. I think it would be fair to say that you have experienced something similar. They treat their condition and man-made appendages with disdain; and would like nothing more than to forget that they’re there. They may even think that’s all that we see of them. In our mad rush to comply we must remember to take a holistic approach to the dying which includes treating the soul and the mind as well as the body. We must accept their mood swings, cover their pain and be there always. Having accepted their plight they seek out the positives that make their day brighter while shutting out the negatives that would threaten to drag them down
What if 2008-04-02 03:09:00 If you have experienced critical incidents that involved the unexpected loss of one of those under your care you may remember them like it was yesterday, whether you like to or not.Whether you’re alone or in the company of others one perplexing question always seems to come to mind, “Could I have done more?” with even the most experienced having asked the very same question.Because we were directly responsible for the care, feelings of inadequacy may develop.Even though others reassure us, we may still question ourselves and perhaps some of those around us, in an effort to explain what happened. We are then guilty of not facing the truth.Looking back with the benefit of hindsight we look for ways that could have led to reversing the outcome. But it’s most likely nothing could have
Life is like a suppository 2008-04-09 23:18:00 "Life is like a suppository. You always know you’re gonna get in the end." The end of what I hear you say. Now, now! It’s not what you think, far from it. The type of end that awaits us all, will depend on what we put into our lives and how well we do things; even if it means refreshing old skills and learning new ways to step up to the mark. This article, which is a follow up from a post published in September 2007, reveals another chapter in the story of you know who and what happened after three months of hard work in order for me to put the above plan into action. It all started on the 7 January 2008 when I commenced the New South Wales Nursing Re-Connect Program as a Registered Nurse within the emergency department (ED) of a larg
I wasn't born old 2008-04-15 08:53:00 As I was reading Mr. Grudge’s post "Sheltered Harbor" I couldn’t help but visualise and reminisce about my days as a boy and present-day happenings. Treating each memory like a relic brought out to be dusted; I reveal old ground to the curious and to those who assume I was born old that I wasn’t.The beaches and suburbs of Maroubra, Coogee and Bondi are the places I frequented when young to smell the ocean, see the sights and hang out with my mates. The sounds of the Beatles through to U2 still resonate through the sands.From a very early age I learnt that the key to having fun around town or at the beach was having oodles of coin. So with the help of my mates we’d hunt in packs and collect glass soft drink bottles of varying sizes for the refund money and the wealth that it brough
Mind's Eye 2008-04-17 05:43:00 Dark backgrounded hazy dreams, always the same rarely ever remembered, take me to places only seen with closed searching eyes and mind parted open by the longing. As I fall deeper, dead to my world, I drift amongst others. Like a puppet on strings I have no control of my own, forever grateful that I don’t set down on one not to my liking. The dark worlds that greet me are distant yet close and mostly to my liking. Still longing for the wanting, I drift along misty paths to the next. Forever searching, time not lasting; I search what’s laid before me. With unfounded trepidation, forever watchful, slowly creeping; I stop at minds corners. Once reassured the journey continues from one dreamy world to the next. These worlds, filled with indifference when it comes to
Mirrored Image 2008-04-26 11:21:00 With sandman eyes and bladder's empty we set off before the break of a Townsville dawn in far north Queensland to catch ourselves a mighty Australian barramundi.Having reached our destination, a stones throw away from the Great Barrier Reef and the Pacific Ocean, you shepherded me through midgy infested sands to still dark waters with the hope of landing the one that got away.As I follow and tread within your steps I listen to pearls of wisdom other than my own. It wasn't long ago that I led the way with smaller footsteps within my own. Like a mirrored image, I see my former self in the dark.Having settled for the perfect spot I watch wide-eyed with mouth wide-open as my head arches from start to finish as you cast your mighty net with herculean effort into still dark waters to snare the s Read more:Mirrored
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The Welcomed Intruder 2008-05-03 21:01:00 With the swipe of a card the outnumbered enter a brightly lit world filled with the forlorn and the foreboding. Both freedom and hope linger to eagerly strike from behind every corner. Lined in a row, numbered not named, the faces tell it all as they wait for their turn. Four long walls hide the pain as hope walks the floor day and night. Like prizefighters, the young and the old unwillingly step into the ring to battle it out. Battered and sore all but a few fail to go the full distance. One would hope the only trophy here is life. Although outnumbered the willing stand strong center stage. Moving out to join forces with others of mixed skill, they battle the unknown and the known to send these welcomed intruders back home. Waiting times only add to their pain. Pigeon holed Read more:Intruder
Three Peas in a Pod 2008-05-10 21:06:00 Looking over West Channel’s calm blue waters from Townsville’s windswept Castle Hill Lookout recently we took in the hazy image of Magnetic Island. This mysterious island paradise, located just off the northeastern coast of Australia in the State of Queensland, is a stone’s throw away from the Great Barrier Reef and filled with sunshine three hundred days a year. Read more:Three
Cold Hard Facts of Life 2008-05-20 02:38:00 I see myself as a weather beaten old tree growing along side slow moving waters, surrounded by younger and stronger trees. Only one other is from the original stock that I grew up with and why we’re still there is a mystery to some, but not to me. Although our days may be numbered and our bark not totally intact, I still think of us of being more t
Kids inheritance – a baby boomer’s point of view 2008-05-24 22:36:00 According to the Australian Bureau of Statistics (ABS) I’m a “Baby Boomer” due to the fact I was born Downunder during the years 1946 to 1964; and there I was thinking I was just “a chip off the old block”. Following closely on the heels of the ABS, are the so-called generation experts who claim that “Baby Boomers” are cashed up, getting botox, runni Read more:point
My Mates 2008-05-28 02:42:00 The 31 May, 2008 marks the first anniversary of my blog, so I would like to give a special thanks to those who have helped and supported me for the past twelve months. This is my way of showing you may gratitude. To put it simply, "I couldn't have done it without you." If I have missed anyone, I apologise.
Fathers and very young sons, listen up! 2008-06-03 02:33:00 I cannot say with certainty that what I’m about to relate here will ever happen to you, but seeing it's better to be forewarned than to be caught off guard, I’ll carry on. Hopefully by the time you’ve finished reading this, you would have worked out one of the things that dads miss most. A well-known phenomenon best known to more experienced fathers has, through the ages wiped Read more:Fathers
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The Independent Observer 2008-06-10 06:37:00 Piercing stares from hollow eyes reveal your shallow soul Long serving cohorts knowing your game You bide your time until you can entrap another Going for the jugular when it happens Indifference and intolerance hide well behind your back Calling them out like dogs of war You set them loose on unsuspecting prey Calling them off after they have had their fill Time Read more:Observer
Fear of the Known 2008-06-18 09:33:00 I am making an assumption here but I think it is fair to say that most of us, from a very early age whilst at school, had impressed upon us, very much like a red-hot branding iron would do to cattle, to do our utmost when it came to doing anything that we had to put our hands to. If not, fear of the known was sure to follow. Like an Gregorian chant passed down from generation to generation,
CSS in Blogger - Part Two 2008-07-04 22:57:00 This is the my second attempt at creating an image gallery within a Blogger
Blog using Cascading Style Sheets (CSS). The code that I have used will allow for a larger image to appear when the cursor is passed over them.In my previous post, I created a similar CSS image gallery effect that I found at Dynamic Drive. All went according to plan if you were using Internet Explorer. But for those using Read more:Part Two
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