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  • Dear Education System This Is What Your Doing To Our Children

    Dear Education System,

    This is what you are doing to our children. My 5 year old is made to feel bad that he is a regular boy.

    He isn’t always good at sitting still. He loves to bounce and talk to friends. He loves to learn by doing. He’s a typical boy who could play outside all day and not get tired.

    Sadly you take that away more and more each year. You’re dead set on increasing testing numbers by forcing the “child” out of our kids. At much younger ages they are becoming zombies.

    Sit, be still, learn this earlier, test well or we will be forced to have an intervention but don’t expect our help quickly because the red tape takes months. Talk too much during P.E. and you lose it. Don’t turn your homework in and sit silently at lunch while you complete the assignment.

    If he cannot be silent and still my child is a distraction. If you cannot be silent and still you will be punished. If you cannot be silent and still we will take away the time you do have to NOT be silent and still.

    When will you wake up and realize you are detrimentally hurting our children by no longer allowing them to just be children??

    Because personally, I’m tired of holding my baby while he cries thinking he’s failing as a kindergartner.

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  • Oh Your Just A Glorified Ass Wiper

    I used to be offended when I said I was a health care assistant and people would reply, “oh, so a glorified ass wiper”. I’d struggle to explain to them that it really didn’t matter how much poop I’d see in a day, you forget all about it.

    And what most people don’t understand is, it really IS glorified. It’s the most humbling, tenderhearted experience to be apart of. And call it what you want, but nothing will do it justice.

    Sure, there’s a lot of feces and bed pans, a lot of blood and tubes, a lot of catheters and supps. There’s a lot of hitting and grabbing, punching and yelling. But there is also a lot of love, hugs, dancing and hand holding.

    It’s not all pads, bed baths and poop. It goes a lot deeper than cleaning up after some “senile” Senior.

    What it really is, is breaking the news 15 times in an hour to a devastated wife, that her husband died 30 years ago, each time breaking her heart more and more. Its holding someone’s hand while they scream in pain that they are experiencing mentally, leaving them crippled in bed for days, weeks, months.

    It’s continuously redressing a patient who is confused whether it’s daytime or night time, and maintaining a happy joyful heart as you explain to them that it’s morning time. It’s noticing your patient likes music, but can’t express it- so you sing to them when you get them ready just to see their smile. It’s maintaining a loving heart when you’ve been hitten by your patient because you’ve been trying to clean them, and they’re scared of being hurt.

    It’s wandering around the halls holding your patients hand as they cry out in loneliness and brokenheartedness because their family never comes to visit them, even though their family left 30 minutes prior. It’s remembering their favourite food, snack, drink, it’s knowing their life inside and out and making sure that each person is treated as if they are a person.

    It’s talking about death and helping them prepare, reminiscing on experiences, it’s learning about their life and listening to their sweethearts stories. It’s crying together, laughing together, it’s everything tragic and beautiful at the same time.

    It’s explaining that they might not remember you tomorrow, but assuring them you are coming back to regain your trust and respect every day. It’s working 14 days in a row just to build relationship to make the patients life more comfortable. It’s crying on your drive home because you lost a patient that day. It’s caring about them so much you lay awake at 3am wondering how they’re doing.

    It’s holding back someone’s hair, and scratching their back as they vomit into their bed because their medications make them sick to their stomach.

    It’s reminding them that they are loved, no matter what nasty parts of them you’re experiencing. It’s reminding them that they are heard, valued, noticed and loved regardless of their status, race, origin, or religion.

    There is something so special about being the person that holds someone as they take their last breath. Or knowing that you are possibly the last person they will see before they die. It makes you want to be a better person, it makes you want to give as much of yourself as you can just to make someone’s like a little bit better. Yes, this includes pad changes to prevent skin breakdown, yes, it means giving them a bath as they’ve been covered in their own feces, yes, it means that I will sit for 45 minutes just to help someone drink a small cup of water.

    Yes it means that I will patiently listen to a story from somebody who is incapable of forming sentences. No, I will not strike back when I get called nasty names, or get hit across the arm, or kicked in the leg. I will love this person in a way they can understand, in a way they can feel safe. I will not give up on these people just because their brains are throwing them into defense mode and they are incapable of using words to describe what they need.

    With a happy heart, I will go to great lengths, not because it’s my job, or my title, but because I love my patients as they are my family and want to make a difference in the lives of those I love.

    Being a health care assistant is more work than I ever thought, but I have been immensely blessed with patience and love for the people I am honored to care for. It is pretty damn hard, but worth EVERY single moment.

    THIS is what it looks like to love so deeply every single day.

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  • We Remember The Unknown Warrior

    The reason why…….

    On November 7th, 1920, in strictest secrecy, four unidentified British bodies were exhumed from temporary battlefield cemeteries at Ypres, Arras, the Asine and the Somme.

    None of the soldiers who did the digging were told why.

    The bodies were taken by field ambulance to GHQ at St-Pol-Sur-Ter Noise. Once there, the bodies were draped with the union flag.

    Sentries were posted and Brigadier-General Wyatt and a Colonel Gell selected one body at random. The other three were reburied.

    A French Honour Guard was selected and stood by the coffin overnight of the chosen soldier overnight.

    On the morning of the 8th November, a specially designed coffin made of oak from the grounds of Hampton Court arrived and the Unknown Warrior was placed inside.

    On top was placed a crusaders sword and a shield on which was inscribed:

    “A British Warrior who fell in the GREAT WAR 1914-1918 for King and Country”.

    On the 9th of November, the Unknown Warrior was taken by horse-drawn carriage through Guards of Honour and the sound of tolling bells and bugle calls to the quayside.

    There, he was saluted by Marechal Foche and loaded onto HMS Vernon bound for Dover. The coffin stood on the deck covered in wreaths, surrounded by the French Honour Guard.

    Upon arrival at Dover, the Unknown Warrior was met with a nineteen gun salute – something that was normally only reserved for Field Marshals.

    A special train had been arranged and he was then conveyed to Victoria Station, London.

    He remained there overnight, and, on the morning of the 11th of November, he was finally taken to Westminster Abbey.

    The idea of the unknown warrior was thought of by a Padre called David Railton who had served on the front line during the Great War the union flag he had used as an altar cloth whilst at the front, was the one that had been draped over the coffin.

    It was his intention that all of the relatives of the 517,773 combatants whose bodies had not been identified could believe that the Unknown Warrior could very well be their lost husband, father, brother or son…

    THIS is the reason we wear poppies.

    We do not glorify war.

    We remember – with humility – the great and the ultimate sacrifices that were made, not just in this war, but in every war and conflict where our service personnel have fought – to ensure the liberty and freedoms that we now take for granted.

    Every year, on the 11th of November, we remember the Unknown Warrior.

    At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them.

    Lest we forget.

     

  • 3 of the Easiest Pastries Ever!

    You know those fancy things you buy in coffee shops with your hot drink? Well we’re going to show you how to make 3 impressive looking ones without actually …

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  • I Told Him I Got Home At Midnight

    The other night I was invited out for a night with the “girls.” I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, “I promise!” Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.

    Quickly, realising my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him. (Even when totally smashed… 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNIGHT !)

    The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him “MIDNIGHT”… he didn’t seem pissed off in the least. Whew, I got away with that one! Then he said “We need a new cuckoo clock.” When I asked him why, he said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said “oh shit” Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.

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  • Facts About Your Vagina/Vulva

    1. Vaginal discharge is normal.

    2. Wearing panty liners 24/7 is not necessary.

    3. Vaginas are acidic enough to BLEACH fabric, hence the discoloration of underwear.

    4. Longer labias are more normal than smaller ones (but both are fine).

    5. A mans sperm CAN throw off your ph balance and also change the smell of your vagina

    6. It is not safe for vaginas to smell like sunshine and flowers so quit expecting it to.

    7. STOP fucking douching and washing your vagina with bath&body works, and Victoria secret. Shits not healthy for the vagina.

    8. The vagina cleans itself you little idiots.

    😑😂

    9. Having sex has no correlation of how “tight” your vagina is.

    10. Yeast infections are COMMON!!!

    11. The best thing you can do for your vagina is to leave it alone.😴

    12. If your vagina stinks or your discharge stink and has a color than go see a gynecologist and stop trying to blame cause you stink.

    13. Let it breathe.

    14. The VAGINA is the narrow canal that runs INSIDE the body. NOT the whole genital area.

    *Do not use soap in your vagina.*

    15. Always urinate after sex to rinse the urinary tract of fluids that could be caught there and can cause UTIs.

    16. Drink water.

    17. COTTON panties ladies. Wearing silk, satin and lace seven days a week will abso-fucking-lutely throw your Ph off.

    Don’t argue with me about this. I don’t give a fuck if you say your mama put you in satin diapers and all you’ve ever worn is satin panties. If that’s true, YOUR SHIT IS OFF. I GUARANTEE it.

    18. Stop sprinkling powder on your lady bits, stop IMMEDIATELY! Talcum causes cancer. This isn’t a hoax or a joke and I don’t care if your 97 year old great Aunt Myrtle has been using it twice a day, everyday. STOP IT! TODAY!

    19. Also the Vagina is a natural sperm killer, except when you’re ovulating with the exception of a very high ph level.

    20. This is all correct and true. Stop letting men who think washing their ass and moisturizing is gay try and tell you how to care for your ladybits. Ladies, stop letting boys who got sex ed from Pornhub tell you about YOUR vagina.

     

  • Making An Invisible Illness Visible-Endometriosis

    Making an Invisible Illness, Visible!!!

    If Endometriosis was visible, then this is how it might look. Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist!

    The Unseen pain, agony & exhaustion of living with Endometriosis🎗

    The scars inside that are unseen & never heal.

    If I was to describe the pain I experience on a daily basis then these pictures speak a thousand words…

    Due to very personal reasons, this has got to be up there with the best, most real & rewarding collaborations I have ever been involved with 👏👌 it is far from the usual glam shoot which makes it all the more real. I am still in complete awe of the beautiful, amazing, fellow Endo Warrior Andrea Baines @makeupbyandrea and her mind blowing talents 🤩 First time being a SFX (special effects) model at https://www.facebook.com/cassielomasmakeupacademy/ & what a privilege it was. Thankyou for choosing me to create TeamWork magic with you to help bring your idea to life 💫 #endosisters

    Endometriosis is very REAL!

    It occurs when tissue similar to the tissue that normally lines the inside of your uterus (the endometrium) grows outside your uterus and attaches itself to other organs and places within the body.

    It affects 1 in 10 women worldwide causing all sorts of problems, for example…excessive blood loss, chronic pelvic pain + other areas, severe fatigue, infertility, bladder/bowel problems, back & leg pains, mental health problems, the list goes on! Us ladies who are #EndoWarriors need to be taken more seriously and if that means Advocating & Raising awareness every single day to get the word out there then so be it 💪

    We need & deserve answers but more so there needs to be a Cure found or at least more help to put an end to the excruciating pain & suffering of this debilitating illness 😓

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  • Are You Sleeping With Your Roommate

    A Mom visits her son for dinner who lives with a girl roommate.

    During the course of the meal, his mother couldn’t help but notice how pretty his roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had only made her more curious….

    Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between him and his roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom’s thoughts, his son volunteered, “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you,we are just

    roommates.”

    About a week later, his roommate came to him saying, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I’ve been unable to find the silver plate. You don’t suppose she took it, do you?”

    He said ,”Well, I doubt it, but I’ll email her, just to be sure.” He sat down and wrote :

    Dear Mother:

    I’m not saying that you ‘did’ take the silver plate from my house, I’m not saying that you ‘did not’ take the silver plate But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.

    Love,

    your son.

    Several days later, he received an email from his Mother which read:

    Dear Son:

    I’m not saying that you ‘do’ sleep with your roommate, and I’m not saying that you ‘do not’ sleep with her.

    But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the silver plate by now, under her pillow…

    Love,

    Mom.

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  • Holocaust Survivor Beaten In A Taxi

    Hanka Fogelman, a 92 yr old Holocaust survivor, had used a ‘shared’ taxi that’s part of a service for people who can’t drive or use normal public transport, because of their physical and mental disabilities.

    When the taxi arrived, there were already two passengers in it, a woman sitting in the passenger seat, and a man sitting in the back.

    Just minutes after the car door had closed, the taxi driver mentioned to Hanka that the guy could be “aggressive, even slightly dangerous”. He was obviously aware that the man was dangerous. The guy began to attack Hanka, punching her in the face until her face was mottled with bruises and blood gushed from her nose.

    When police officers arrived, they found the attacker sitting in the back quietly, occupied with a crossword puzzle,

    Hanka had to be taken straight to the hospital due to the severity of her injuries.

    This poor lady was beaten to what could have been easily to an inch of her life, due to her old age.

    She had lacerations across her face, a broken nose, and a face so bruised it was alarming to see.

    Apparently the guy had an intellectual disability and completely unaware of his actions.

    When Debbie, Hanka’s daughter, became aware of what happened she flew over to be with her mother. She is understandably shocked and angry, and raised some questions that really should be answered.

    If the taxi driver was aware that the man was known to become physically violent, why did he allow him in the taxi, and more so, why allow a vulnerable woman to be seated next

    to him….

  • Parent Netflix Warning

    ⚠️ NETFLIX WARNING ⚠️

    ❌ IMPORTANT NOTICE FOR PARENTS ❌

    THERE IS A PROGRAMME (CARTOON) ON #NETFLIX READILY AVAILABLE FOR KIDS (If you don’t have security settings).

    There is a series on #Netflix called Big Mouth – please be aware that this is so inappropriate for children.

    It’s promoting paedophillia, sexual contact, sexual violence, masturbation, and drugs with episode titles such as

    Ejaculation, Everybody Bleeds, Am I gay?, Girls Are Horny Too, Drug Buddies, How To Have An Orgasm

    It shows cartoon penis’ and vaginas, cartoon children Masturbation, speaking sexually and encouragement of sexual assault

    I CAN NOT STRESS HOW INAPPROPRIATE THIS SHOW IS IF YOUR CHILDREN ARE WATCHING IT

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