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House of Cards Season 3 Spoilers; Frank is Finally in the Oval Office, What Now?”

das
August 15, 2014
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Kevin Spacey assumes the part of the ex boss whip and VP; Frank Underwood. He was a democrat in the arrangement and has practiced both savagery and some would say an exponential level of control and wanting to land him in the Oval Office without a solitary vote, coincidentally. House of Cards fans are biting the dust to see what is next after the climactic complete in season two when he was sworn into office. Notwithstanding, the greater part of the spoilers on the most recent portion of the arrangement are as of now simply focused around guess from a percentage of the lead parts and the show runner Beau Willimon.

House of cards is right now shooting and is slated to debut on an early 2015 date, most likely January. The show has dependably been about the ascent and ascent of Frank Underwood who went from being the boss whip to the president. Along the way, he offered a couple of individuals and by and large did a couple of things that had individuals heaving at the level of control and complete underhandedness ability. At this time he has genuine force and that will be something to see; a Frank Underwood with access to atomic triggers-Jesus! Then again, some piece of the fuel that made the show so great is the way that there was an alternate objective to climb to. He is at the top and that implies no place to go; pope perhaps? Yet at any rate, the show may begin to adventure different finishes. Clearly Frank will proceed with his tête-à-tête with the Polaroid and have more delicious allegories and expressions which make the demonstrate all the more agreeable.

Kate Mara expressed in a question that she would love to return as Zoe, or an alternate character or a phantom. The second choice is impossible as House of Cards has never gone the powerful route, at any rate not yet. Also, we may see visitor appearances from Potus, yes Obama may show up on the show; I mean Michelle is reputed to be showing up in ‘Diversion and Park’. Something else is that Doug may not be dead. The show did give the slant inside the most recent thirty minutes that he was killed by Rachel however that may not be the situation. The show will likewise investigate a deeper and darker side to Claire being the wife of the ‘Fallen angel’.

One thing you might make certain of is that House of Cards is digging in for the long haul and there will likely be a fourth and conceivably fifth season.

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My First Automobile, My First Taste of Freedom

D. Wrright
August 14, 2014
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I had just earned my driver’s license approximately six months before my 16th birthday in the summer of 2002. Because I would be able to drive on my birthday, I began to search around the classified pages of our local newspaper trying to spot a vehicle for sale. It became a ritual, and for a few weeks it was touch-and-go. One June afternoon, my father arrived from work and told me he had spotted a 1987 Nissan pickup that was in immaculate condition. We took a look at the truck that evening, and I knew it was the vehicle for me. The truck didn’t have a lot of perks: no power windows, the stereo didn’t work – it didn’t even have power steering! I didn’t care: it would be my truck – my first taste of true freedom.

Unfortunately, the price was a bit steep. Add to the fact that our family finances were not in the best shape at the moment, and it looked as if I wouldn’t be getting the truck after all. I understood. As much as it crushed me, I knew the previous winter had hurt our poultry farm financially, and my father’s siding business was in a slump. My father told me he was sorry, I said it was okay and I knew a new lead would present itself eventually, and that was the last time we talked about the pickup for a few weeks.

Fast-forward to the end of July. My grandmother was dropping me off at my home while my parents were away. They were at a dinner, and since I had been playing basketball all day with my cousins, I had missed them as they left. It was okay: I had a key to my garage and the backdoor of my home, so I knew I could walk inside.

What I saw in the garage made my jaw drop: there sat the pickup I had been wanting for weeks! I couldn’t believe it: here sat a truck – my truck – ready for me to drive the moment I turned 16.

I asked my father when he returned later that night why he chose to purchase the pickup despite the year’s financial hardships.

“Because you showed maturity when you didn’t get what you wanted,” he said. “I was so impressed that I wanted to reward you with the truck; to show you that goodness and maturity always pays off in the long run.”

It was a pickup wrapped in a life lesson, and even though I sold the truck years ago, remnants of the truck still stick with me today via the lesson my father taught me that July evening.

Childhood Memories, Featured

Steph and the Water Hole Crusade

stephie
August 14, 2014
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It was a hot dusty afternoon in Africa when I and my friends had one of our seemingly brightest of ideas…to venture across the main road to the water hole. We were all about seven years old, you see, and the main road was in itself a good mile’s walk away. My childish heart knew that sneaking to the water hole would be a direct violation of my parents pre-dictated safety perimeter, but the leader of our pack was a good talker, as I was not going to be the only one to not go. So we set out on our hot journey as breezes of the Sahara blew softly from far far away around our dusty little feet and faces.

We finally arrived and it was a glorious sight, truly. We swam and played for hours, our toes getting lost deep within the cool thick mud of the bank as old cement structures left from factories built long ago sat scenically around the horizon. The hours ticked on and my young eyes began to sense a darkening to the sky. Dusk was approaching, I was always to be home before dark, and here I stood a mile away, drenched head to toe in watery mud. We all sped for home, parting ways as we re-entered the mission station compound. My heart pounded as I crept through the now thick darkness of night and tears of my coming punishment began to lace my eyes as I went inside.

The kitchen smelled of heavenly aromas as my mom stood cooking, and when she glanced over and saw my wet muddy countenance for the first time all I could do was cry, pouring out my wrongs in tearful woes before her. Mom almost seemed comical as she nodded. “Well go tell your dad, and we will decide if you get punished.” I ran outside to the work shed, smelling the familiar kerosene and cool cement smells of my dad’s outdoor office. Tears pouring from a tearful muddy countenance graced my dad’s sight and after I finished my explanations he almost seemed to laugh slightly in amusement. “Will you do it again?” He asked sternly as I immediately shook my head no. “Okay, then go get cleaned up for dinner.” I hid my joy as I ran for the shower. I hated baths but this time my heart was singing its freedom song.

Today I went where no child had dared gone before…and I had lived to tell my daring tale one more day.

Featured, Healthy Eating

The Child Was Safe

Trevis
August 12, 2014
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Both my wife and I are working for a multinational company and we had to leave our baby with a babysitter as a result of that. Both of us leave home early in the morning and we ask the babysitter to feed our baby with fast food. This happened for few years and until my child fell ill suddenly during his school time. We rushed to the hospital as soon as we got the news. To our luck, the child was safe.

Then I went ahead to meet the doctor personally and inquire about the health condition of my child. That’s where he explained that fast food is responsible for my child’s illness. According to the doctor, fast food is associated with a lot of unprocessed fats that do not get eliminated from our body in the regular way. Instead, they deposit in our bodies as fats, which can give life to a wide range of illnesses.

My child recovered within few days and we were able to take him home. My wife resigned from her work in order to be more hands-on with our kid. Every morning, she prepared a fresh glass of milk for him and included more and more fresh vegetables in the daily meals. Moreover, everyday she gave fresh fruits to the kid for his desert. If you are a busy parent, I encourage you to learn a lesson from my story and give more organic food to your kids instead of fat food. It will assist you to create a better environment for them.

Defining Family, Featured

Support. Respect. Understanding…

Kots
August 12, 2014
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I always believed there wouldn’t be anything big enough to separate me from my family…

What I came to find out is that family isn’t always who or what you think it is. Some people are adopted; some people grow up in “broken” situations and never really get what this “family” thing is all about, or what it is supposed to be, so I guess in a lot of ways I should say I am lucky for having what I had.

But Family is essentially just a word. It’s a word people use all too often to mean something that can’t really be said.

As a child I believed I was loved, but how silly one mistake can be, and how utterly devastating the fall out.
I married a man my family did not approve of and this family I thought I had, fell apart.

I still have nightmares about it. My husband tells me that “family” means something different than what I was taught, what I thought, you know about blood being important.

I was the type of girl that knew even if you were adopted (no blood), it didn’t make you any less of a member of the family.

Sure, mistakes were made. Or what if it wasn’t a mistake? I try to think of it like that, maybe there are no mistakes. Maybe this is just the universe’s way of leading me to a place where my true family is.

What is family? Love. Support. Respect. Understanding…

Change

Make A Difference

Henry Household
August 11, 2014
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Every Sunday morning I take a light jog around a park near my home. There’s a lake located in one corner of the park. Each time I jog by this lake, I see the same elderly woman sitting at the water’s edge with a small metal cage sitting beside her.

This past Sunday my curiosity got the best of me, so I stopped jogging and walked over to her. As I got closer, I realized that the metal cage was in fact a small trap. There were three turtles, unharmed, slowly walking around the base of the trap. She had a fourth turtle in her lap that she was carefully scrubbing with a spongy brush.

“Hello,” I said. “I see you here every Sunday morning. If you don’t mind my nosiness, I’d love to know what you’re doing with these turtles.”

She smiled. “I’m cleaning off their shells,” she replied. “Anything on a turtle’s shell, like algae or scum, reduces the turtle’s ability to absorb heat and impedes its ability to swim. It can also corrode and weaken the shell over time.”

“Wow! That’s really nice of you!” I exclaimed.

She went on: “I spend a couple of hours each Sunday morning, relaxing by this lake and helping these little guys out. It’s my own strange way of making a difference.”

“But don’t most freshwater turtles live their whole lives with algae and scum hanging from their shells?” I asked.

“Yep, sadly, they do,” she replied.

I scratched my head. “Well then, don’t you think your time could be better spent? I mean, I think your efforts are kind and all, but there are fresh water turtles living in lakes all around the world. And 99% of these turtles don’t have kind people like you to help them clean off their shells. So, no offense… but how exactly are your localized efforts here truly making a difference?”

The woman giggled aloud. She then looked down at the turtle in her lap, scrubbed off the last piece of algae from its shell, and said, “Sweetie, if this little guy could talk, he’d tell you I just made all the difference in the world.”

It has come to the staff’s attention that this story is copied from another source. We do not typically encourage the use copywritten material. We want unique content from ordanary people 🙂

We have found the author to be Marc Chernoff http://www.marcandangel.com/2009/02/25/how-to-make-all-the-difference-in-the-world/

Featured, Sound Decisions

Learning Guitar Changed My Life Direction

Chael Miners
August 9, 2014
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I used to be a punk kid, shooting out windows with BB Guns and sneaking into fenced in areas guarded by ‘private property’ signs. I loved playing in the fields and woods. I loved camping and swimming in questionable ponds. I would run with the cool kids that lived across the street and they tried to teach my brother and I how to smoke cigarettes. This may have all come from my mom and step-dad’s separation, I honestly don’t know. 20 years later, I don’t feel that their separation had any lasting effects on me negatively. To be honest, the opposite is probably true. My step-dad played the guitar.

I remember him playing the acoustic guitar when I was about 4 or 5. He didn’t play it all the time, but I know he got it out sometimes. After they separated, I still would visit him on the weekends with my brother(his dad). Eventually he left one of his guitars at his mom’s house and my cousin and I would play with it while listening to Michael Jackson Beat It, when I would visit them. I think I was about 13 or 14 then.

One day I got brave and asked him if I could have the guitar. It was broke anyways. It only had two strings on it. He gave it to me, and taught me how to play ‘Breaking the Law by Judas Priest’ with the two strings. He also bought me a full set of strings and taught me how to string it.

At that point, I pretty much wanted to teach myself. I asked my mom to buy me an instructional book, and she even got me some lessons. One of my close friends also got a guitar for Christmas a few months later and we started a band. haha. All these events changed and effected the person I was to eventually become. At one point I even joined a church band, which further helped influence me to stay out of trouble. This happened around when I was 17.

I stopped playing in bands when I was 20. When I was 25, I thought I was too old to be in bands and already started missing the old days.

When I was 28, I found out a band that I liked was looking for a bass player. I bought some equipment and tried out. They took me. So, at 28, this relaunched my music ‘career’ and 5 years later, I’ve been in 4 bands since and have high hopes for a few more.

I have a wife and kid now, so time not as available as it once was, but I’m sure I’ll find some time to rock out at some point in the next few years.

Thanks for reading!
Topher Chael

Childhood Memories

Simple Joys While Out of Town

The Halls
August 8, 2014
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Instead of going to High School my senior year, I enrolled as a Foreign Exchange Student. This was one of the hardest things I ever chose to do, leaving my friends during my senior year and possibly missing out on some great memories, but… ya know… Europe! And how did I know whether I would have another opportunity to visit there in my life.

The school I was at had planned a seven day excursion and we traveled to different places around the country by bus. Under other circumstances, I’m sure I would have hated it, but the new friends and people I was around made it much more enjoyable.  It was actually very exciting.

One of my favorite locations that we stopped at was the BEACH!!! .    Well, not THE beach, but we visited Lulworth Cove and got to stay at the Inn.   It was enough of a beach for us.

During the third day of our journey, one of the bus tires blew out leaving us stranded in a small village.  Our bus was broke down near an elementary(primary) school.  It was basically a small room with damaged walls and a straw roof on the edge of a paddy field.    The school obviously was for the village children, and they were all taught by one teacher.

While we were waiting on the tire to be repaired we played with the kids and shared our tea-breakfast with them. They were happy, we were happy. I realized that by sharing little little joys can give immense happiness to others.  This act of kindness also led our principal to announce that he would be taking us to dinner at one of the area restaurants.

This was one of my fondest memories growing up. It’s always stayed with me.  My family enjoyed the souvenirs I brought back with me. They claimed they were unexpected, haha, but who doesn’t bring back gifts from other countries?  Besides, it’s always brought me pleasure to see happiness in other’s smiles.

When you can make someone laugh or smile by your own efforts, you can have a peace of mind and build stronger social interactions…. even when not in your own country. – CH

 

Family Television, Featured

Brothers and Sisters

Chael Miners
August 6, 2014
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Although not exactly Family Television, I think most families experience the majority of what goes on in this show. Anyone over like 14 should be able to enjoy it.

My wife and I have been watching it for about a month straight and we’re only to the middle of the 3rd season. Netflix recommended it because we watch Parenthood.

Every few months we stumble upon a new show that we LOVE and can’t stop watching. ‘Binge-watching’ is what they call it I think. We did the same thing with ‘Breaking Bad’.

We don’t have cable, so usually, when everyone is talking about a show, we can’t watch it for like 2 years. haha.  I don’t know. We save money I guess, by not having cable. I recently came across this website, eliminateyourcablebill.com. The site has tips about breaking the cable habit.

 

All Work, No Play, Featured

No Vacation Time

Chael Miners
August 1, 2014
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I was 30 years old before I even saw the ocean. Over the last 10 years, I’ve always been busy working 1 job, and usually working 2. I never had time for a vacation because of work schedules. Every now and then I could get away for an extended weekend, but 6-8 hours was the furthest I could get.

So, luckily, a band I was in was invited to play some shows in Key West, FL. I was very apprehensive about going, because I would have needed to double up on work before AND after my trip. To me, this was hardly worth the fun trip. Why would I only want a glimpse of paradise, to end up back in my normal life after. The reason I work so hard now, is so I can eventually live in paradise one day. (Not that Key West IS paradise, but the illusion is there. They have drugs, crime and drunks, so I guess to me, that’s not completely paradise. I love drinking in ‘paradise’, but just enough to enjoy and remember it.)

 

 

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