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They Know All About You

Edward Snowden went about it all wrong.  He's known all along that data was had on everybody.  Everybody.  From the days of retrieving data through someone's trash to wire tapping to cyber threats, somebody is always watching and knows what you do. This has gone on forever.  Since he had known this for a very long time and it became part of his world, he obtained employment where he was able to do just that - gather personal data.  One day he announced to the world that he had proof that big brother had tabs on everybody; and to prove it, he shared plenty of that information with an old rival.  I doubt he is happier in his new home country, even though their president who took him in despises traitors.  Snowden can't be too smart since he didn't think far enough out to know what repercussions and consequences there would be to pay.  ID 10 T.

I have known since I was a mere child that people watched people and wanted information about them for odd reasons; and from th…

Professionalism - Learn It

PROFESSIONALISM can be defined as the strict adherence to courtesy, honesty and responsibility when dealing with individuals or other companies in a business environment and conduct at work.  This trait often includes a high level of excellence going above and beyond basic requirements. 

Professionalism does not mean wearing a suit or carrying a briefcase.  It means conducting oneself with responsibility, integrity, accountability, and excellence.  It also means communicating effectively and appropriately and always finding ways to be productive.   Professionals strive to become experts in their field, which sets them apart from the rest of the pack.  

Part of understanding professionalism is figuring out how each of our individual actions impacts the actions and work of others.  Professionalism and the work ethic demonstrated by individuals in the business world may be built around an internal moral system or code of ethics.   The word "ethics" comes from a Greek term meanin…

Losing a Grandbaby

May 18, 2015 was a new day for a new baby girl that I only got to love for four months.  Grandbaby number five.  Being retired from the military, I now had more time to play with the children. Especially when they're little babies.  I like little babies.
September 22, 2015 was the last day on Earth for that new baby girl.  A monster got to her and took her away from us.  Monsters can be surreal, especially when they stand back and watch as I attempt to push air into the tiny lungs; wanting her chest to rise and fall with natural breaths.  But it doesn't. Not even with the chest compressions her grandfather was applying to accomodate the breaths.   
Then paramedics take over and attempt to supply air to her lungs, and continue as they take her little body on the stretcher to the ambulance to take her to the baby emergency room.      
In the children's hospital, her mother holds her lifeless body, as momma rocks and cries.  And rocks and cries.  The monster was there and he …

Crappy days . . .

Crappy days for me is when I sleep so late that the most productive times of day are gone.  I detest sleeping.  It's a waste of time that I could be doing better things.  I wish there was a capsule to take, like in the Jetsons, where the pill kept you up as long as you wanted and you got the body rest that's needed to function effectively and efficiently.  I hate days like this and then I will do nothing in particular the rest of the day because it's so pissy to not have time to do what was wanted to be done.  So you just say screw it.

I Am Both Of My Parents - Ponderings . . .

I PONDER LIKE YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE.  I mean, I have plenty of time to and I enjoy pondering; especially when I get to come to some conclusion about whatever.  In fact, I have a Conclusion journal where I write those down, what I've learned.

I think I have turned into a form of my mother.  I know that sounds strange coming from me because you and I have talked about those things; even when she was still alive.  All my life she'd tell me, "You're just like your father."   It didn't matter what I did, good or bad; I was just like my father.  Now, I am the grandma who's always feeding everybody when they come over. My mother did the same thing with us kids and our families; have everybody over for dinner or lunch.  Or we'd just go there and hey, let's cook up some rice and kimchi, with dried cuttlefish as an appetizer.  Okay!  We were always eating at my parents' house. Mom was always feeding us.  Heck, she even knew our favorite foods because she…

Mid-Century Style

FURNITURE DESIGNS from the 1950s/60s are now called Mid-Century designs.  I heard this on an episode of "Let's Make A Deal".   I was born in 1955, which makes me a Mid-Century design.  I like that term, Mid-Century design.

I was lucky to have been born in 1955.  That year and more to follow would be a fast-moving collage of life being made and mastered.  If you think about it, the world as we know it, inhabited with people, is actually not that old.  Technology has progressed and renewed swiftly and continues to do so.  Positive proof of progress is the Hearing Aid.  I saw my first Hearing Aid in 1961 when we visited my grandparents for the first time in Memphis when I was six.  My grandfather wore around his neck and on his chest (over his shirt) a black box, bigger than your cell phone, that was a receiver with a tube that led to his ear.  When he spoke on the telephone, the ear-piece of the telephone was turned downward and over the black box.  The telephone was hel…

Civil Defense - What To Do Now

Do you remember since childhood having civil defense classes and drills throughout school?  I do when I lived on military installations; all of them.  I spent my last two years of high school in the civilian community during the mid-1970s.  I do not recall ever learning more about "preparedness" or civil defense.  When I moved to the civilian world, the American Red Cross was the only place I found that taught any such classes to the public.  I was already familiar with the ARC since I had been a volunteer back during the late 1960s, during the war in Vietnam. 

     When I joined the military in 1983, it was like I stepped back to a time where we did what we did and were taught whatever there is to know about what to do and/or how to handle things when shit hits the fan. I don't know about you but I've always found this life long training as some pretty important stuff to know.  I've always known the world had some mean, bad, and evil people out there who t…