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A fresh kill. An ancient evil. And the only person capable of preventing the next murder is an unwitting and anxiety-prone recruit.
If Daphne hopes to stop the murderer she must first confront her biggest problem. Herself.
At a time when recent theories like Quantum physics confirms the existence of the fantastical, The Merkabah Recruit flirts with the links between treasured legend and scientific possibility. A story that blurs the shadowy line between myth and fact.
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Smart Phones are ONLY as smart as their owners!
I’m constantly discovering new way to use my iPhone, especially the camera function! I also show my students how to use this powerful technology with intelligence!
I take a photo of :
- where I parked the car because I can never remember!
- clothes/fabric I’m trying to match
- the description of a restaurant menu item–so I can prepare the dish at home
- students who fall asleep in my class. I say, “Now I can show your mom why you have a D in this class.” They never nod off again!
- anything funny to use in a future blog
- old family photos
- some thing I can’t decide to buy
- any information I don’t want to write down
- ideas/examples for later projects
I tell my students to use their SmartPhone to:
- look up definitions/pronunciations of vocabulary words
- search for facts related to whatever we’re studying
- find answers to those random questions they sometimes ask about the author or text we are studying
- take a pic of notes or lengthy instructions I wrote on the board
I even created several SmartPhone lessons.
1. Symbol Scavenger Hunt: In groups of 4, students break into teams of 2. The first team goes out onto campus, takes pic of something symbolic of ______________. (teacher provides topics like, love, teenagers, school, sadness, joy etc) and forwards it to Team 2 back in the classroom. Those students must articulate/write 3 different reasons what the object is symbolic of. The teacher accepts or rejects their rationale and gives them the next topic. The group with the most successful explanations/rationales wins!
2. Texting Shakespeare: Students must rewrite their most wordy text using Shakespearean language.
3. Hashtag: Students hashtag a literary passage.( Much more fun and effective than asking them to find the main idea or theme)
4. Tweet: Students must write a 140 character topic sentence. This exercise helps them learn to write concisely!
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Is it me? Is it a girl thingThere was a time when I pulled on a pair of pants, threw a top over my head and BAM! I was fashionable. No longer! The current fashion trends require some serious pre-planning to pull-off.
Here’s a few clothing choices with which I have difficulty:
- Wispy see-thru blouses that are indecent and require a tank top
- Loosely knit sweaters that have more holes than yarn! (thus, a sweater that is not warm–oh, the irony)
- Crop tops requiring a lengthening layer underneath or fabulous abs ( have the layer, not the abs)
- Tunic tops that only look good with skinny pants
- Low rider jeans that make sitting without butt cleavage a challenge
- Tops cut down to there! ( layering again)
Clothes are just too ambiguous these days!
skinny jeans as tight as leggings
leggings that resemble jeans
pants that look like a skirt
dresses that are as short as tunics
skirts which look suspiciously like a tube top
skirts that double as either a skirt or dress
yoga pants that might as well be trousers
While shopping the other day I held up a filmy $300.00 piece of I-don’t-know-what and asked my daughter, “What’s this?”
“IDK,” ( she speaks in text )”but it’s marked off 60%.”
“It’s either a skirt or a top,” I say with great confidence.
“No, it’s a dress!” She shows me the little bralette insert at the top.
Well, I’l be damned. In addition to the price, manufacturers should include the type of clothing and how to wear it–you know, skirt, top, dress, pants. Wear with buttons in back—something like that.
I almost bought a sheer net A-line garment to wear over a dress or pants or pantsuit or skirt or…you get the picture. Don’t know what I was thinking! It was just so pretty—and impractical…and another layer!
Hubby wonders why I stamp my feet in the closet.
“Look at all your clothes!” He sweeps his a hand across the row of filmly, diaphanous, knitted tops and wide, skinny, straight, pants/skirts.
“Yeah! But nothing goes! Achieving the bohemian-chic or hipster effortless look is too time-consuming!”
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In the Impatient Me post, I mentioned that one of my children had set fire to the house. A reader wanted wanted to know if my statement was really true. Well…almost. And not on purpose, mind you.
Here’s what happened:
Many years ago, I told the oldest two kiddos to go downstairs and start breakfast while I changed the baby’s diaper. I’m talking about pouring milk over cereal. A ten year old can accomplish this task without supervision–one might think…
Well, the diapering took longer than expected and I probably began a load of laundry, tripped over a few plastic toys, and stepped on a Barbie shoe ( ouch!) by the time I walked into the kitchen.
The two oldest were munching on bagels and cream cheese. Nothing amiss. I set the baby in the highchair and started the coffee pot. Child #3 climbed up on the chair and tried stealing his older brother’s bagel. The normal breakfast shenanigans. I put the kettle on and began packing lunches.
No sooner was one sandwich made when I noticed smoke coming from the stove top. I turned off the kettle, removed it from the burner. Smoke poured from under the stove top.
My first guess, old food had stuck on the bottom of the kettle. Nope. Kettle underside was clean. Meanwhile, the smoke increased! And my kiddos were sitting not 3 feet away.
Just so you know, the gas burners are located on an island in the middle of the kitchen. There’s 2 drawers on either side and under the range top is pot storage.
I still was not overly concerned. Guess, I wasn’t fully awake… hadn’t had my coffee yet.
I checked the space underneath. No smoke. Where was it coming from? The smoke began pouring from the burners.
And that’s when I panicked. The realization dawning! “It’s gonna blow!” I screamed, grabbing all the kiddos and pulling them out of the kitchen. I’m thinking, there must be a gas leak in the stove top! Once it ignites the whole island is going to EXPLODE!
Who knows how much time we had before the inferno erupts!
I bolted to the stairs, baby in one hand, toddler under my arm, and screamed to my husband. “FIRE!”
Of course, he came barreling down the steps and, sure enough, saw the smoke filling up the kitchen. After a 911 call we ran outside and waited for the red truck.
A few minutes later, a whole bunch of buff fireman raced into the house. The kiddos, meanwhile, were enjoying the early morning excitement.
Five tense minutes passed.
“It’s OK.” A handsome fireman waved us back inside. He held up a blackened potholder. “You really shouldn’t stuff a smoldering potholder into a drawer.”
A what? I didn’t use a potholder…wait a minute…
“Who used a potholder this morning?” I asked both school age kiddos.
They both took a step back.
“Sammy made the bagels.” Big brother pointed to his sis.
My daughter suddenly looked very concerned, but said nothing.
“Did you use a potholder?” I asked trying to sound as sweet as possible.
Her head shook back and forth.
“I won’t be mad, I promise. Did you use a potholder? I promise I won’t yell.”
A blonde head bobbed once.
“The toast was hot, so I used the potholder, and then…” And then the tears flow.
Frightened I would be angry because she burned a potholder, she stuffed it back into the drawer, where it began to smolder; eventually causing all that smoke.
Who knew a scorched potholder could be a fire hazard?
We laugh at the memory now.
Children…never a dull moment.