I am not politically motivated in any way. I do love my homeland and often worry about the turn our government is taking, but I generally keep my opinions to myself. My head is not in the sand. The nearest I have ever come to making a public statement about my political preferences was on MULIEBRAL VIEWPOINT last year and the only two comments were sage.
One post I read, (http://disperser.wordpress.com/2012/02/08/blogger-awards-2/) which talked about the blogging awards, made a lot of sense to me. See if it clicks with you.
If I nominate 15 blogs, and each of those nominate 15 more, and so on, here is the progression:
15 . . . . . . 225 . . . . . . 3,375 . . . . . . 50,625 . . . . . . 759,375 (!) . . . . . . 11,390,625 (!!)
Plus, you have to divulge seven (7) things about yourself. FaceBook has those same kind of things, and I always thought it’s just another way for people trying to break your password to get useful information from you. Basically, you are willingly giving away your identity.
In more recent years, I have been working with women who want to break out of the mold–do more than they have done before and be more valuable to their families and their community. Most of the ones I worked with were shy for good reason. They lacked the ability to do things others valued. Since this project began, quite a few have managed to move forward on their own.
Initially my work focused on women who wanted to gain a skill that they could use to bring in income. A few who needed something more basic than job training wanted to learn to read and write. Later I set up after school tutoring sessions for children and some women who needed specific training in English as a second language. I usually handled all the English classes while others taught different classes.
Blogging 101: Be a Good Neighbor
Get out your calling cards, and leave comments on at least four blogs that you’ve never commented on before.
ADVICE TO TRAVELERS
by Walker L. Gibson
A burro once, sent by express,
His shipping ticket on his bridle,
Ate up his name and his address,
And in some warehouse, standing idle,
He waited ’till he like to died.
The moral hardly needs the showing:
Don’t keep things locked up deep inside;
Say who you are and where you’re going.