<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216</id><updated>2012-01-27T13:34:18.772-08:00</updated><category term='CCK08'/><category term='CCK09'/><title type='text'>Reconnecting</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-6931965777610476875</id><published>2011-10-18T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:54:49.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends of the Library</title><content type='html'>Friends of the Library are providing a tea each day this week for groups that frequent the library.  Yesterday was book club.  We were discussing the Novel "The Historian" by Elizabeth Kostova.  The Friends waited patiently until we finally paused to bring out the tea, juice, platter of fruit slices, and platter of cookies/brownies.  Unfortunately a sip of the tea created a second wind and we launched into a flood of book, movie and tv show recommendations.  So the lovely friends sat at the table behind us and waited for almost another hour before they could gather up their leftover offerings and go home.  Although I'm sure it was annoying, everyone is friends with everyone else so no doubt all will be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us from book club will be back today as the library has asked the calligraphy club to come in to create a display and do some calligraphy.  This time the Friends of the Library who agreed to serve tea and goodies happen to be members of the Calligraphy Guild.  So if we should get a second wind of enthusiasm from a sip of tea, it will be without that tiny bit of social awkwardness attached.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-6931965777610476875?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/6931965777610476875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=6931965777610476875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6931965777610476875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6931965777610476875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2011/10/friends-of-library.html' title='Friends of the Library'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-8496417487881201021</id><published>2011-08-03T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:13:21.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Coach: Philip E. Humbert</title><content type='html'>Click on the title and you'll connect to Philip Humbert's newsletter archive.  He has newsletters going back to 2002.  As he was a minister before becoming a coach, I feel that I have a sense of where he's coming from.  I've never actually used a coach myself but I've been aware of the coaching movement back to its earliest days on the web.  Coaches specialize in different fields - some are business coaches, some specialize in interpersonal relationships, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-8496417487881201021?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.philiphumbert.com/TIPS/index.htm' title='Life Coach: Philip E. Humbert'/><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://www.philiphumbert.com/TIPS/index.htm' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/8496417487881201021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=8496417487881201021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8496417487881201021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8496417487881201021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-coach-philip-e-humbert.html' title='Life Coach: Philip E. Humbert'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-7734023628715473107</id><published>2011-08-03T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:01:29.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Space to Think</title><content type='html'>I'm off tomorrow to Antrim, N.S.  Think it has a couple of other names but Antrim is what the post office uses. Let's just say that even with directions and a GPS, it's hard to find. Don't have a return ticket because I don't know how long I'll be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-7734023628715473107?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/7734023628715473107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=7734023628715473107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7734023628715473107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7734023628715473107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2011/08/need-space-to-think.html' title='Need Space to Think'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-2746918438017291401</id><published>2011-04-05T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T07:45:51.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waka Waka This Time for Africa</title><content type='html'>Waka Waka This Time for Africa is my favourite motivational video.  Odd as I've never played a contact sport in my life.  My dad wouldn't even let my brothers' play sports.  He needed their work on the farm too much to risk unnecessary injuries.  We took the bus to high school.  It waited long enough for us to participate in afternoon clubs but definitely not athletics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-2746918438017291401?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRIoCrt3rJw' title='Waka Waka This Time for Africa'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRloCRT3rJw' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/2746918438017291401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=2746918438017291401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2746918438017291401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2746918438017291401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-5-organize-your-household.html' title='Waka Waka This Time for Africa'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-1262812200632425294</id><published>2011-04-04T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:30:31.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult Children</title><content type='html'>I used to write about my children on this blog.  Now the majority of them are married and parents, I'm not comfortable doing that.  I've made the transition from considering them my family to recognizing them as their own families.  If they choose to tell their stories, they'll have to write to their own blog.  I'm now the observer rather than the creator of a child's universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-1262812200632425294?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/1262812200632425294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=1262812200632425294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1262812200632425294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1262812200632425294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2011/04/decluttering-bathroom-cabinets.html' title='Adult Children'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-4696221275892243000</id><published>2011-04-03T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:26:21.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Granddaughter</title><content type='html'>I'm going from no grandchildren to lots of grandchildren.  The first grandbaby was born in May 2010. The second grandbaby arrived in the spring of 2011.  The third grandbaby is coming in the summer of 2011.  The first 3 are all girls which thrills me as I had mainly boys.  The 4th grandbaby is due at the end of 2011.  We have to wait until that baby arrives to discover the sex.  Grandparenting still feels very new to us.  Haven't figured out what we consider the role of grandparents.  I'm thinking along the terms of "My Grandfather's Blessings: Stories of Strength, Refuge, and Blessings" by Rachel Naomi Remen, M.D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-4696221275892243000?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/4696221275892243000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=4696221275892243000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/4696221275892243000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/4696221275892243000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2011/04/organizing-your-kitchen-utensils.html' title='New Granddaughter'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-190631184906061204</id><published>2011-04-03T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:17:43.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Household Organization</title><content type='html'>I'm busy editing posts.  I started a series on organizing one's house but changed my mind.  I read once that if you delete a post, it affects the ability of people to find your blog in a search.  Since then, I've hit deleted and changed the title and content of the blog post.  Thought everyone else would get as bored reading as I was getting saying what I was tossing each day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-190631184906061204?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/190631184906061204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=190631184906061204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/190631184906061204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/190631184906061204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-2-reorganizing-your-clothes-hanging.html' title='Household Organization'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-3314752796719079352</id><published>2011-04-01T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T14:59:45.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOOCS</title><content type='html'>I'm a big fan of MOOCs - Massive Open Online Courses.  I started taking them in 2008 and haven't stopped.  What makes them so amazing is that they never end.   By the end of a MOOC, you've created a personal learning network of people contributing knowledge and having a particular interest in whatever the course might be.  Whenever a  new MOOC is going to start, word spreads quickly.  In every MOOC, I've been introduced to new apps and course delivery methods.  Anyone can enroll in a MOOC.  There's a charge if you need University Credit but otherwise it's free.  The trend is to have many guest speakers who are prominent in a newly emerging field.  Easiest way I've discovered to stay current.  Most of the MOOCs so far have been designed for those interested in e-teaching and social networking in education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-3314752796719079352?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Massive_open_online_course' title='MOOCS'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Massive_open_online_course' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/3314752796719079352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=3314752796719079352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3314752796719079352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3314752796719079352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-organize-athon.html' title='MOOCS'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-1142592963511931092</id><published>2011-01-29T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:17:00.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconnecting with Old Friends</title><content type='html'>The original purpose of this blog was for reconnecting with old friends.  UWO produced a new alumni directory that included both my maiden name and my married name, my faculty and the year I graduated.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;In 2010, I had both a high school reunion and a nursing school reunion.  &lt;br /&gt;All those people had access to the url for this blog so I'm pretty sure anyone who wanted an update found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who I met after I married Stephen, facebook works quite well.  I'm extremely lucky to have a very rare name.  Didn't think so on my wedding day but it sure helps on facebook if no one else has the same name as you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should I change the name of my blog or not?  Think I'm keeping Reconnecting but will shift from the idea of the outside world being able to reconnect to me to looking outward into the community and the larger world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-1142592963511931092?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/1142592963511931092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=1142592963511931092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1142592963511931092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1142592963511931092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2011/01/reconnecting-with-old-friends.html' title='Reconnecting with Old Friends'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-1172656300086596023</id><published>2010-05-17T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:19:28.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Wounded Creatures</title><content type='html'>I haven't done much blogging since I started farmville.  My oldest son taught me how to play just before he took my ancient German Shepherd to the vet to be put down.  My dog Charlie and I were both hurting when our paths merged.  He'd had multiple previous owners, one of whom kept him caged and alone and another who had him as a living on the streets companion.  Our family had been in a rollover van accident on our way home from a camping trip.  Everyone was able to walk out of the vehicle but it was still overwhelming to have 6 children and 2 dogs as well as ourselves to look out for.  Moms have to be moms and no one really notices how a mom is doing deep down inside.  When I saw Charlie, he was one sad looking dog - like the dog Charlie in the movie "All Dogs Go to Heaven".  If no one took him, he's was going to be put down.  Charlie just knew I was his last best chance and jumped up on those weak hips, put his paws on my shoulders, looked me straight in the eye and convinced me to take him home against my better judgement.  He decided I needed a lot of care and never let me out of his sight.  If I sat down, he laid down with his paw on my foot.  When I went to bed, he laid on the floor on my side of the bed. If anyone thought about being upset with me, he was right in their face.  He was more devoted than a seeing-eye dog.  We saved each other.  But time takes it's toll.  Eventually he developed a tumor on his leg and was losing the strength to stand up.  I didn't know how we'd handle just a huge dog (120 lbs) if he fell down the stairs and had a painful injury.   So Charlie's gone and I've replaced real dogs with virtual dogs who don't make messes or cost money or knock you over with their enthusiasm but will never save or defend or adore you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-1172656300086596023?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/1172656300086596023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=1172656300086596023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1172656300086596023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1172656300086596023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-wounded-creatures.html' title='Two Wounded Creatures'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-7719847993158643998</id><published>2010-01-19T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:43:13.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade 13 Study Room</title><content type='html'>The school provided us with a Grade 13 study room.  Well sometimes it did.  Periodically a male phys ed teacher would claim that he smelled marijuana and we'd lose the room for a bit.  Personally I didn't have a clue what marijuana smelled like and as hard as I tried to figure out what this guy was smelling, I didn't smell anything being burned - not a cigar or a cigarette or incense or anything.  Probably we were the first and the last class to have the room.&lt;br /&gt;So what actually happened there - a bit of work but mainly passing the time hoping for something to happen, anything to happen.  We were crossing off the days.  If I want to remember the feeling, I just have to plug in the video "A League of their Own".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-7719847993158643998?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/7719847993158643998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=7719847993158643998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7719847993158643998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7719847993158643998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2010/01/grade-13-study-room.html' title='Grade 13 Study Room'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-5289850488515656567</id><published>2009-12-28T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:55:53.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria Fanshawe Nursing Class '75</title><content type='html'>Are we still having reunions?  I've moved since the last one and have lost touch with everyone.  UWO produces an alumni directory which includes both the last name at time of graduation and the current last name.  As the first Fanshawe College nursing class, we had a mixed identity.  It was hard to tell what made us different from the preceding year who were Victoria Hospital grads other than the caps.  Do you call yourself a Victoria grad or a Fanshawe grad?  At the time, we thought being a Victoria grad was more romantic but now being a Fanshawe grad sounds more youthful.  Well if anyone is putting together a list, hopefully this blog post will enable you to find Ruth Stewart.  It took me awhile to get used to being Ruth Demitroff but the more unusual the last name, the easier it is to be found on facebook or through a google search.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-5289850488515656567?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5289850488515656567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=5289850488515656567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5289850488515656567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5289850488515656567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/12/victoria-fanshawe-nursing-class-75.html' title='Victoria Fanshawe Nursing Class &apos;75'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-889618408551476254</id><published>2009-12-28T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:31:25.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WDSS High School Reunion</title><content type='html'>2010 marks the 40th year since my high school graduation.  Luckily for my class, 2010 is also the 60th anniversary of the high school itself so our 10 year reunions coincide with the larger celebrations that include anyone who ever attended the school.  &lt;br /&gt;Message to my Classmates:&lt;br /&gt;Please come.  I'd love to see all of you.  The good thing about growing older is that I've erased any memories that weren't great and kept the good ones.  The important thing is that we're fellow survivors - we passed through all those years of wondering when our lives would ever begin and are now wondering how long we'll keep doing whatever it is we do. &lt;br /&gt;Let's celebrate our lives - the whole ball of wax.  At this stage of life, we're people - not beauty queens or football heroes or nerds or dorks or whatever separated us into categories.  It's time to dump all the high school baggage and just enjoy being together.  Looking forward to reconnecting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-889618408551476254?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/889618408551476254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=889618408551476254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/889618408551476254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/889618408551476254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/12/wdss-high-school-reunion.html' title='WDSS High School Reunion'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-4847909398990288345</id><published>2009-11-21T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:02:49.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Colour is Copper</title><content type='html'>My daughter is getting married in October and the bridesmaids dresses are copper. Paula picked October because she wanted fall leaves for the wedding pictures.  My coloring is definitely spring so none of the leaf colors work with my skin tones.  As I've never been to a wedding where the girls were wearing copper, I had trouble envisioning it.  Did a google search and discovered that copper and plum go together.  Quite the revelation to me.  Plum I like.  Is plum in fashion?  Do I stand a hope of finding a plum coloured outfit?  Certainly hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-4847909398990288345?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/4847909398990288345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=4847909398990288345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/4847909398990288345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/4847909398990288345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/11/colour-is-copper.html' title='The Colour is Copper'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-4264469661734570947</id><published>2009-11-20T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:19:47.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Friends</title><content type='html'>Today I connected to two friends who lived at Westminster College when I did.  We were at a dinner/silent auction and I just had to ask one of the women what her maiden name was.  Sure enough it was someone who lived on the 2nd floor of residence when I was on 3rd floor.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got home I checked to see if I had any new facebook friends and I'd been accepted by someone whose profile picture was of someone chopping wood at a distance so making out facial features was impossible. Sure enough she was a girl who lived on lst floor of residence that same year.  &lt;br /&gt;Both of them look about 20 years younger than I do even though I'm the youngest. Quite the wakeup call.  It's all about choices.  One was a phys ed teacher.  I'm not sure what the other one's secret was.  I know at the last high school reunion I attended, the woman who got the prize for having changed the least was the nutritionist.  I definitely need to eat healthier and become more active.  I don't have problems with people having aged more graciously than myself but I'm not so sure I want to look like I'm their mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-4264469661734570947?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/4264469661734570947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=4264469661734570947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/4264469661734570947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/4264469661734570947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/11/finding-friends.html' title='Finding Friends'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-8031929204059858752</id><published>2009-11-20T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:02:42.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a grandfather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sV38uudnbOw/SwdyVoLw1tI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ibyNIiU_Wzc/s1600/when_a_child_is_born_so_is_a_grandfather_poster-p228927653061830465tdar_210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sV38uudnbOw/SwdyVoLw1tI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ibyNIiU_Wzc/s200/when_a_child_is_born_so_is_a_grandfather_poster-p228927653061830465tdar_210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406415593571145426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is excited about becoming a grandfather.  He calls the developing baby "Little Bean" and prays for Little Bean every day.  He's also making a mental list of things he wants Little Bean to teach him - like how to use his computer.  I'm thinking the kids may have reason for jealousy.  When they were little, he was more career focused. When he becomes a grandfather, he may be at the perfect stage for enjoying little ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-8031929204059858752?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/8031929204059858752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=8031929204059858752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8031929204059858752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8031929204059858752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/11/becoming-grandfather.html' title='Becoming a grandfather'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sV38uudnbOw/SwdyVoLw1tI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ibyNIiU_Wzc/s72-c/when_a_child_is_born_so_is_a_grandfather_poster-p228927653061830465tdar_210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-5321483221858967149</id><published>2009-11-18T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T09:42:47.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absorbing Information</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I went through a long period where it was all about taking in information and not much about creating blog posts.  Information flows in without any effort on my part - no matter what's happening or what mood one is in - the river of information keeps flowing past.  Creating blog posts takes a more focused, intentional approach. Time to shift gears and find ways to remind myself to act rather than react.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-5321483221858967149?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5321483221858967149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=5321483221858967149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5321483221858967149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5321483221858967149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/11/absorbing-information.html' title='Absorbing Information'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-7976779308368955182</id><published>2009-09-27T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:25:50.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commonplace Book</title><content type='html'>Commonplace Book:&lt;br /&gt;Wiki describing what a commonplace book is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commonplace_book"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commonplace_book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example of a writer's commonplace book with ideas for stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lapetiteclaudine.com/archives/011196.html"&gt;http://www.lapetiteclaudine.com/archives/011196.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-7976779308368955182?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/7976779308368955182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=7976779308368955182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7976779308368955182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7976779308368955182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/09/commonplace-book.html' title='Commonplace Book'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-3850130996181925411</id><published>2009-09-27T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:14:02.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Planning My Day</title><content type='html'>Collecting place for things I'd enjoy doing daily:&lt;br /&gt;playing piano &lt;br /&gt;doing tai chi&lt;br /&gt;taking a photograph&lt;br /&gt;publishing something online&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-3850130996181925411?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/3850130996181925411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=3850130996181925411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3850130996181925411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3850130996181925411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-planning-my-day.html' title='When Planning My Day'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-7165287375246472998</id><published>2009-09-27T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:35:13.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes to Illustrate</title><content type='html'>A place to store quotes that I'd like to use to create inspirational posters for myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drink your tea slowly and reverently,&lt;br /&gt;as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves -&lt;br /&gt;slowly,&lt;br /&gt;evenly,&lt;br /&gt;without rushing toward the future." ~Thich Nat Hahn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are some things you can't learn from others.&lt;br /&gt;You have to pass through the fire"  Norman Douglas, writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the end of every road you meet yourself."&lt;br /&gt;S.N. Behrman, playwright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be a star,&lt;br /&gt;you must shine your own light,&lt;br /&gt;follow your own path,&lt;br /&gt;and don't worry about the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;for that is when the stars shine brightest."&lt;br /&gt;-unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-7165287375246472998?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/7165287375246472998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=7165287375246472998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7165287375246472998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7165287375246472998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/09/quotes-to-illustrate.html' title='Quotes to Illustrate'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-2774133794576154840</id><published>2009-07-26T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:53:42.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clergy Wife Funeral</title><content type='html'>I've never been to a funeral for a clergy wife - partly because of the moves and partly because the majority of clergy wives  die long after their husband's retirement. The difficulty is the coat rack syndrome.  "Clergy Spouse Bonnie Studdiford vividly recalls one clergy meeting at her home in Maine. A clergy member entered, hugged the person behind Studdiford, then removed a neck brace and raincoat and handed them to Studdiford without a word. 'We call that the `coat-rack syndrome,' Studdiford said." It's described as being visible enough to be of service but preferably as voiceless and inobtrusive as a well-trained butler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've never been able to imagine what the Bishop would say at the funeral. Well actually I could and that's the problem.  In my imagination it goes something like this, "We're gathered here today to support Rev. John Doe and his adult children with our presence and our prayers.  John Doe has had a long and faithful service in the following communities and Dioceses.  He'll be going through a difficult time for a few months but with a little extra effort on everyone's part, I'm confident that the parish will pull together and give John some space to mourn his loss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm not a big fan of eulogies, in the case of clergy wives I secretly hope that one of the kids stands up and is true to the life of their mother like Gweneth Paltrow did for her schizophrenic father in the movie "Proof".  I want my kids to share the things they reminesce about at 2 a.m. in the morning when the wine loosens their tongues and they try to outdo each other on how crazy things were having parents who were in the world but not of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-2774133794576154840?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/2774133794576154840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=2774133794576154840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2774133794576154840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2774133794576154840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/07/clergy-wife-funeral.html' title='Clergy Wife Funeral'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-7422980201693077751</id><published>2009-07-14T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:04:48.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK09'/><title type='text'>Reasons to take CCK09</title><content type='html'>I've initiated a google alert for CCK09 because it's easier to read a trickle of new blogs as opposed to the avalanche of new blogs on the first week of classes.  Mike Bogle created a list of his aims and objections &lt;a href="http://techticker.net/2009/07/07/cck09-aims-and-objectives/"&gt;http://techticker.net/2009/07/07/cck09-aims-and-objectives/&lt;/a&gt; which seemed like a pretty good idea to me.  I'm following suit because it's an efficient way of recommending the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of Aims and Objectives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Intellectual Honesty.  Self-learning is deceptive.  It becomes crystal clear quickly that dilettantes like myself are a totally different animal than full-time, committed academics.  In CCK08, I picked Lisa Lane as the person to measure myself against and it was definitely humbling. As far as Computer Geek skills - well I was definitely the weakest link in that chain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Personal Learning Network.  I have an amazing group of facebook friends in a wide variety of fields.  Not only do I receive a continual flow of interesting urls to explore but sometimes there's a question that you can't find the answer to on the web.  I've found that I am now 2 degrees of separation at most from an expert in anything imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,  A Calculation of Mental Age.  It's easy to know one's grown physically flabby and not so easy to turn things around.  Mental flabbiness also creeps up but it's not so obvious.  At the beginning CCK08 was exhausting.  I still have no idea how people took the course, carried a full workload, traveled, did research/publishing, attended conferences and raised kids.  I certainly stopped wondering what I was going to do when I grew up and started seeing myself more as a retiree who skipped the whole career thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Remaining Current.  The course has given me a multiplicity of connections across various generational divides.  At a stage where people begin to lose their social confidence, I'm broadening my interests and tastes because it's so easy to further explore whatever people are discussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  In CCK08, I had a lot of firsts but there were also a lot of things I didn't get around to trying.  The second time around will be an opportunity to build on what I have already learned and explore new ways of putting information out on the web.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-7422980201693077751?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/7422980201693077751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=7422980201693077751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7422980201693077751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7422980201693077751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/07/reasons-to-take-cck09.html' title='Reasons to take CCK09'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-5227138582875666721</id><published>2009-06-07T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:13:54.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Two Blogs</title><content type='html'>When I took CCK08, we were supposed to create a blog specifically for the course.  At the time, I didn't see the point in having two blogs and just added the course material to my personal blog &lt;a href="http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com"&gt;http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  It eventually got confusing and I did begin a blog without the personal, family stuff.  When CCK08 ended, I didn't realize that I would go on to do CCK09, and my designated blog for Connectivism started crossing the line into the personal.  Guess I have a bit of cleanup work to do here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-5227138582875666721?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5227138582875666721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=5227138582875666721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5227138582875666721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5227138582875666721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/06/burgers-my-kitchen.html' title='Running Two Blogs'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-915744353826862107</id><published>2009-04-20T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:45:48.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Susan Boyle, etc. phenomenon</title><content type='html'>Yoni has put embedded all three videos in one blog post &lt;a href="http://bmimedical.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-these-clips-dont-give-you-goose.html"&gt;http://bmimedical.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-these-clips-dont-give-you-goose.html&lt;/a&gt; - Susan Boyle, Paul Potts and Andrew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozzie Osbourne says we need entertainers to get us through the tough times like the blitz and SARS, etc.  At the moment, we have people losing their houses, their jobs, their retirement savings.  Since the never-trust-anyone-under-thirty days in the '60s, the message is that if you haven't made your mark by 30, it's just not going to happen.  So where does it leave all the people who have found themselves out in the cold?  Everyone knows people who have lost a job at 50 and stopped dead in their tracks.  It takes courage to go for a job interview.  Interview decisions can be made at first glance and there's only a few precious minutes to change someone's first impression. So how do you convince people to get back into the game?  Why should they spend the money on the clothes, the hair, transportation if the experience is going to be depressingly hopeless?  It certainly isn't a time when we can afford having talented people pulling back and self-eliminating themselves from the marketplace.  So what's to be done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You send in the wounded warriors.  What's your excuse?  Surely you have as much self confidence as Andrew?  You're probably at least as buff as Paul.  And you can probably find as much fight inside yourself as Susan has if you just look deeply enough.  This is a rally call of the troops.  This is essential for the recovery of the suffering and the recovery of the economy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably don't know this but clergy are the one group of professionals that are not chosen based on grades.  If theology schools are doing what theology schools are supposed to do, they are looking for healed scars.  To be a priest, one is supposed to have experienced woundedness.  Who seeks out a priest?  Usually not superstars at the top of their game and loving every minute of it.  People seek out a priest when they're hurting, when their world is about to collapse.  They want someone who understands, who has felt their pain - they want the wounded healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our society, most young people have no experience with the church.  Their religion is their music.  Who is going to reach them - help through this tough time?  Probably not the super-successful, super-beautiful, living-the-good life guys and dolls. They don't have much to offer people feeling like losers.  So we're rolling out a new group of entertainers.  Yesterday they were a joke but look at them today - they're wowing people.  The rules seem to be a changing.  Give it another shot.  If you have talent, step out of the darkness and put yourself forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-915744353826862107?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/915744353826862107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=915744353826862107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/915744353826862107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/915744353826862107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle-etc-phenomenon.html' title='The Susan Boyle, etc. phenomenon'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-6663190681594856812</id><published>2009-04-20T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:26:02.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter &amp; Facebook</title><content type='html'>I took a break from blogging to work on my twitter and facebook accounts.  It takes a bit of concentrated effort to what should be happening where.  Facebook is definitely my personal learning network.  It includes people in my friend/relative circle as well as classmates from CCK08 and others I wanted to know in more depth.  Twitter is a whole different story.  At first I was adding facebook friends but that was unnecessary as they post to both places.  On twitter I've added media sources of information, people from #followfriday and people on the internet who interest me.  It's a much more distance relationship than facebook because of the much fewer words for interaction.  The twitters I follow though are more connected than just being twitters - I read their blogs or watch their shows or find their online articles interesting.  There has to be some connection - I'm not collecting or competing for numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-6663190681594856812?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/6663190681594856812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=6663190681594856812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6663190681594856812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6663190681594856812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter-facebook.html' title='Twitter &amp; Facebook'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-9130287625409083094</id><published>2009-03-20T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:06:06.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangerous Years</title><content type='html'>My son was told that 27 is a dangerous year in the military.  When people turn 30, it's a milestone - a sign that you're not a kid anymore.  Maybe it's time to start taking care of yourself.  But a 27 year old hasn't reached a warning milestone yet.  One acts 20 until turning 30 but the body has 7 years of changes that are being ignored.  I remember my 20s as being a time when I felt like I was all potential.  Every day I had more skills, could do more, know more than the day before.  Marriage and 4 kids later, I lost that confidence, that self-assurance.&lt;br /&gt;The really dangerous period is 57.  Even if you've taken really good care of yourself, your genetic weakness are showing.  When the kids leave home, people begin to feel younger as their self-image of indispensable, irreplaceable parent dissolves.  It's tempting to go back to being 17.  The better one looks, the more physically active the lifestyle - the more likely one will fool himself into doing something no 57 year old was meant to do.   Sixty is a young senior.  Statisticians say if you can make it to 60, you'll most likely be able to make it to 80.  So watch the 7 years.  They are the ones when the gap between your perception of yourself and reality is wide enough to get your into serious trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-9130287625409083094?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/9130287625409083094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=9130287625409083094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/9130287625409083094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/9130287625409083094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/03/dangerous-years.html' title='The Dangerous Years'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-8565442974241812086</id><published>2009-02-03T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:27:16.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by Russel Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?  I was named after a poem called “What Shall We Name the Baby?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?  My toughest lesson and the cause of the greatest number of tears was the lesson Dr. Biden is learning.  Nobody care who you were once you become the wife of someone in a world that has protocol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?  It’s horrible (my lowest elementary school marks were in art &amp; penmenship) – that’s why I take calligraphy classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?   Leftover supper turned into a stir fry.  We stopped buying deli meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?  Son 27, son 25, daughter 23, son 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?   I’m not a gal pal – more someone you go to when life hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM?   No.  But I regret freaking out whenever my family did stuff that I thought I’d be judged over.  If my kids were in a scrape, I’d always go with them to work out a solution but I really, really hated it when they’d upset someone and then run behind me for protection.  For example, the enraged drunk with a hangover who chased the kids home for playing games with his doorbell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?  Yes.  My mum was the type who would shed a superfluous body part for a week’s vacation in the hospital.  I never put my kids through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?   Never.  I’m not convinced that injuries ever really heal.  I think they’ll resurface as the body ages and weakens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. NAKED?  Some women age like the Dove girls – and others of us don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?  Oatmeal.  Most natural foods can be divided into 2 categories – things that can be added to soup and things that can be added to oatmeal.  I make the best oatmeal – nuts, seeds, fruits, spices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?  No.  Black running shoes outside/neon orange dollar store imitation crocs inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?  Whatever I’ve never tried before.  I like picking a fruit and having it put through a frozen yoghurt machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?  I like natural faces.  Media type perfect faces in the real world look like masks to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK... Pink.  I’d love it to be red but I can’t carry it off – instead of looking passionate, I look faded.  I look best in baby pastels - My husband thinks I am Merryweather in Sleeping Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?   I never act spontaneously without counting the cost in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?  Surprisingly my grandfather.  When they married my grandfather was 19 and my grandmother was a 27 year old teacher.  After I was 55, I realized that he was silently protecting me when I thought he was just passing time swinging the scythe cutting weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST? Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?  Black with my florescent orange made in Pakistan crocs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?  Blues  &lt;a href="http://rubyslife.ruby-red.com/"&gt;http://rubyslife.ruby-red.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Best friends (formerly called orchid) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Coffee to stimulate and Lavender to relax.  My favourite cologne – vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My oldest son – the naval communicator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?  I chose my facebook friends because I found them interesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-8565442974241812086?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/8565442974241812086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=8565442974241812086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8565442974241812086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8565442974241812086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things.html' title='25 Things'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-9168173352661180216</id><published>2009-02-02T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:04:01.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Privacy Settings</title><content type='html'>I'm posting the link to Ten Privacy Settings Facebook Users Should Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allfacebook.com/2009/02/facebook-privacy/"&gt;http://www.allfacebook.com/2009/02/facebook-privacy/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because everyone on facebook should know their options and some day I hope to get around to deciding which options matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, I'm from the film generation.  While I am sure some of my friends may have had cameras when we were young, I'm pretty sure no one remembered to bring one to a campus party.  If they did, I'm also pretty sure that spending money to have pictures developed was not at the top of anyone's priority list.  &lt;br /&gt;Digital cameras has changed things but far too late to be of much concern to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-9168173352661180216?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/9168173352661180216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=9168173352661180216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/9168173352661180216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/9168173352661180216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook-privacy-settings.html' title='Facebook Privacy Settings'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-1355745407051320554</id><published>2009-01-28T11:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:38:37.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games Of Chance</title><content type='html'>The plinky question for today is what would you do with the money if you won a thousand dollars.  I didn't answer the question because I'm not allowed to win a thousand dollars.  The church considers lottery tickets an unfair tax on the poor and the vulnerable.  When I've bought 50/50 tickets to support some cause, I have always given back my half of the winnings to the organization.  There's no possibility that I will ever be shouting with joy because my ship came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have mixed feelings about the lottery rule.  Would the world have ended if I had a day in my life where I did something crazy with a windfall?  Is it really so noble to plod along with neither highs nor lows?  Was it so necessary to always be saving for the next expense - the next move, the next car repair, the next loss?  Was it really virtue to be so different - so set apart - so repressed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-1355745407051320554?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/1355745407051320554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=1355745407051320554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1355745407051320554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1355745407051320554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/01/games-of-chance.html' title='Games Of Chance'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-3392641163345094172</id><published>2009-01-27T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:50:25.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a superhero, I would certainly wear tights</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Big Grammy.  I&amp;#39;d wear tights to counteract the media image of what a woman looks like and I&amp;#39;d express myself by communicating in song lyrics, film quotes, any quote of value from any source.  My power would be to inspire hope and vision and compassion in those who have lost their hope, their vision and their compassion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:1116"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/1116"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=1116" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-3392641163345094172?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/3392641163345094172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=3392641163345094172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3392641163345094172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3392641163345094172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-were-superhero-i-would-certainly.html' title='If I were a superhero, I would certainly wear tights'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-3218708854948485144</id><published>2009-01-23T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:43:42.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inaugural Address</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fish.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/22/barack-obamas-prose-style/?em"&gt;http://fish.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/22/barack-obamas-prose-style/?em&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley Fish did an interesting analysis of Obama's Inaugural Address and concluded that it is "more power in the reading than in the hearing".  &lt;br /&gt;And here's his English lesson for the day which expanded my vocabulary which is always a good thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a technical term for this kind of writing – parataxis, defined by the Oxford English Dictionary as “the placing of propositions or clauses one after the other without indicating . . . the relation of co-ordination or subordination between them.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite of parataxis is hypotaxis, the marking of relations between propositions and clause by connectives that point backward or forward. One kind of prose is additive – here’s this and now here’s that; the other asks the reader or hearer to hold in suspension the components of an argument that will not fully emerge until the final word. It is the difference between walking through a museum and stopping as long as you like at each picture, and being hurried along by a guide who wants you to see what you’re looking at as a stage in a developmental arc she is eager to trace for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read through the reader's comments and was stopped in my tracts by Dario Nunez-Ameni:  "Who looks for spelling mistakes in a a love letter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the speech a love letter?  I don't know.  From their educational backgrounds, I would think the Obamas are motivated by a sense of justice and a vision of a rainbow world.  When they step out on stage I can hardly breathe.  Nelson Mandela and Desmond Tutu are old men so maybe it's possible for a dreamer to die in his bed of old age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-3218708854948485144?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/3218708854948485144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=3218708854948485144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3218708854948485144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3218708854948485144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/01/inaugural-address.html' title='Inaugural Address'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-3648753605070119815</id><published>2009-01-22T07:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:54:52.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chief Justice John Roberts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/01/21/obama.oath/index.html?eref=rss_topstories"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/01/21/obama.oath/index.html?eref=rss_topstories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be gratious and move on. Part of being in the public eye is that you're going to flub some days.  This was a historic day and a world event so there's no where to hide on this one.  If I were President Obama and Chief Justice John Roberts I would do exactly what they are doing - taking this as an opportunity to role model how to not let a mistake get in the way of getting down to business and moving on with the work that needs doing.  People make way too much over public humiliation.  If you are going to do anything in this world, it's going to happen to you too. The world didn't end.  The oath has been re-taken.  The great oratory of the day and the flub of the day should in combination inspire all of us to take a second look at all those great opportunities out there to prepare ourself for the 2 minutes of glory and the 2 minutes of shame that will come our way.  Think of all the offers you've received and give a second look at an opportunity to build your confidence and self-assurance in speaking in high pressure situations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-3648753605070119815?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/3648753605070119815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=3648753605070119815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3648753605070119815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3648753605070119815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/01/chief-justice-john-roberts.html' title='Chief Justice John Roberts'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-5450678927358168013</id><published>2009-01-21T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:57:09.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blip.fm</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my facebook friends I found out about Blip.fm.  When the kids were little, I probably couldn't have listened to a song if I wanted to.  The house was noisy, chaotic and I was a highly distractable person.  Then as the kids grew older, they were buying cds on a weekly basis and what I heard was their new purchase.  When they left, I decided to go into a music store and buy my own cds but I had no idea of what I liked.  I had the money in my pocket and was standing in a store full of music but I wasn't going to randomly grab something and plunk down that kind of money.  &lt;br /&gt;Blip.fm is a great idea.  People become their own djs posting their favourite music.  I'm starting to put names to songs and am beginning to sort out what I like from what I'm not so fond of. This has to be good for the music industry.  I like music with meaningful words but I'm not into being shouted at.  &lt;br /&gt;This is the dj I randomly picked tonight &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/GR8FL"&gt;http://blip.fm/GR8FL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-5450678927358168013?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5450678927358168013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=5450678927358168013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5450678927358168013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5450678927358168013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/01/blipfm.html' title='Blip.fm'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-5437489035986966025</id><published>2009-01-16T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:05:24.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Rise Jeans</title><content type='html'>The NY Times quote of the day regarding U.S. President George W. Bush's last press conference is the inspiration for this post" "It all felt strangely intimate and, occasionally, uncomfortable, in the manner of seeing a plumber wearing jeans that ride too low." - Ted Anthony, of the Associated Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch Bush's press conference because I'm waiting for the youtube version.  Why watch the whole thing when there are people out there willing to edit out the unessential, not-so-entertaining or enlightening bits. Even the best of the best have difficulty transitioning into being yesterday's man so I can't imagine it's going to go well for George W. Bush.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do have an opinion about is people exposing their butt cracks.  With men, it comes across as a protest.  I may have to fix your plumbing but I don't have to like it so kiss my a__.  There's something disrespectful about it - the opposite of polishing oneself up like James Bond in his tux.  That said, it doesn't particularly bother me.  I lived through the 60s.  I get protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls showing their butt cracks is a whole different story.  I interpret it as a lack of self-respect.  A woman of dignity covers her nether regions.  A lady is discret and selective when it comes to flashing flesh.  I get protest but I don't get self-degregation.  The guy is supposed to go on a quest, slay a dragon, scale a mountain, grab the rose through the ring of flame all for a flash of your smile.  Your mama read you a million stories telling you that you were a princess.  Listen to your mama and not the MTV music videos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-5437489035986966025?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5437489035986966025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=5437489035986966025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5437489035986966025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5437489035986966025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/01/low-rise-jeans.html' title='Low Rise Jeans'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-6621841142063984244</id><published>2009-01-12T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:57:46.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treadmill Dance</title><content type='html'>I never really got the point of treadmills.  It looked like a lot of money for an even more boring way of walking than going outside.  And then I saw the treadmill desk and thought maybe.  I could see that walking on a treadmill while surfing the web was healthier than sitting in my grandma's easy chair and surfing the web.  But it still wasn't a strong enough selling point.  Then I went for a stress test and really wished I had treadmill experience.  I was walking for 3 minutes before they finally were happy about the length of my stride and my heart stopped racing because it felt too much like stepping on the down escalator when your mind was prepared to go up.  &lt;br /&gt;And then I typed treadmill dance into youtube and finally released that a treadmill had potential.    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv5zWaTEVkI&lt;br /&gt;So kids, if you'd really like to get your inheritance early, chip in for a treadmill for mom to dance on.  I'm sure by the end of "Here We Go Again", I won't be able to go anywhere again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-6621841142063984244?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/6621841142063984244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=6621841142063984244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6621841142063984244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6621841142063984244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/01/treadmill-dance.html' title='Treadmill Dance'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-5974358585454434417</id><published>2009-01-09T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:08:06.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merecedes Benz</title><content type='html'>This is the song.  Just insert my name and join in&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKNq-A-OqNs&lt;br /&gt;I've done more praying that vehicles would live to reach their destination than any reasonable North American should.  My vehicle is coming out of the auto body shop today.  Stephen's vehicle is in the garage hopefully getting a new starter but we're already in the process of comparing vehicles on the web to replace it.  We were one of those randomly chosen households to get a government visitor to survey what comes in and where the money disappears.  We were politely told that it always amazes her that idiots like us who argue about all the numbers end up being accurate within 3 percentage points.  The error - we forgot the gas for Peter to get to school.  I figure a miracle is our best bet at a new car because I've had quite a few little miracles during this lifetime.  I was thinking maybe a KIA hatchback was a reasonable request but I then I heard this song and thought why not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-5974358585454434417?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5974358585454434417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=5974358585454434417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5974358585454434417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5974358585454434417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/01/merecedes-benz.html' title='Merecedes Benz'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-6077238830093071955</id><published>2009-01-08T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:40:02.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Parenting</title><content type='html'>Kids want your attention more than your money.&lt;br /&gt;Squash, beans, oranges, apples - cheap, nutritious food is healthiest.&lt;br /&gt;The best exercise - walking.&lt;br /&gt;The best toy - a cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;God loves the poor.  If it's essential for child development, a little thought will produce an inexpensive, superior alternative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-6077238830093071955?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/6077238830093071955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=6077238830093071955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6077238830093071955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6077238830093071955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-parenting.html' title='Good Parenting'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-638658305500262510</id><published>2009-01-08T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:10:43.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Blog Resolution</title><content type='html'>Concise.  That's the new motto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-638658305500262510?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/638658305500262510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=638658305500262510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/638658305500262510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/638658305500262510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-blog-resolution.html' title='New Years Blog Resolution'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-8090255153178352668</id><published>2008-12-18T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:09:00.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Nest Empties</title><content type='html'>When the house empties, often the marriage collapses or the adults get sick.  I think that's because people are living a story that doesn't make sense but they were too busy to notice.  So what do people do? - They create an inciting incident.  They give themselves permission to toss out everything they've created over 25 years and do some crazy reaction story by stuffing everything they hate about their current lives into a cannon and then introduce a new storyline from the splatter that hit the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurgen Wolff has provided us with the story spine - how to reduce a story to its simplest structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Once upon a time (basic setup)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Every day (conditions at start)&lt;br /&gt;3.  But one day ... (inciting incident)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Because of that....(conflict moves story along)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Because of that....&lt;br /&gt;6.  (Repeat) (basic conflicts and escalations of act II, to the end of Act)&lt;br /&gt;7.  Until finally....(resolution)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Ever since then....(new status quo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a life.  Jurgen has given you a basic story structure.  After 55, you should be getting to Steps 7 and 8.  That will give you plenty of time for revising and polishing and publishing and maybe even profiting from a completed story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-8090255153178352668?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/8090255153178352668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=8090255153178352668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8090255153178352668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8090255153178352668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-nest-empties.html' title='When the Nest Empties'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-6223619383224781434</id><published>2008-12-17T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:04:53.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen Y - Our Hope</title><content type='html'>Our best hope for pulling out of the current economic woes is Gen Y.  They don't let shifting economic circumstances prevent them from embracing life, embracing adventure, moving forward.  I think every Baby Boomer needs a Gen Y mentor.  The current system definitely needed an overhaul.  We have a lot of old, conservative, dependable stocks tumbling because the organizations are too tall, too inflexible, too distanced from the consumers.  There should be some voice on the automotive board of directors to explain what lower income people require in an automobile.  Executives want to wrap their aging bones in comfort and can well afford to do so seeing as they are driving company cars.  Kids need a vehicle stronger than an aluminum beer can for a price lower than their annual income because unlike the executives, kids are actually consumers forking out money every month for the privilege of being able to drive to their modestly paid jobs.  I'd say put a Gen Y on your board of directors but we all know where that has traditionally gone.  "If you hire my kid for your corporation's special summer hiring program, I'll hire your kid from my corporation's special summer hiring program."  Nice but hardly a way to broaden and diversify the voices being brought to the table. Look in the mirror and then turn around and look at the world.  What always worked in the past, isn't working today.  Your hope lies in Gen Y because they are still buying Christmas presents and houses and electronics and having babies and fueling the economic system after many older heads have pulled back and decided they would only act if the outcome were guaranteed, certain, sensible, a sure thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-6223619383224781434?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/6223619383224781434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=6223619383224781434&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6223619383224781434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6223619383224781434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/gen-y-our-hope.html' title='Gen Y - Our Hope'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-2397373655049267269</id><published>2008-12-16T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:36:35.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging About Kids</title><content type='html'>I decided to give the kids a break and not exploit the details of their lives in my blogs.  This was a big journey for me.  I was quite proud of myself.  Imagine my surprise to receive a call from one them questioning that decision.  Are they the center of my universe or planets spinning on separate orbs?  For a long time, they were the center of my universe or maybe I was the center of the universe.  With this mother/child relationship, it's hard to tell.  There are four of them and one of me so I think I was the one sitting in the hole in the center of the table equal distance from all of them.  They wanted to move beyond my reach - to move away and have a life that wasn't symbiotic.  But now they are buying houses and pets and building tables where they sit in the hole in the middle of the table.  And thankfully, they'd like their father and I to take seats around those tables.  But those tables are someone else's tables.  We're not the ones holding everything together anymore.  We're now on the outside of the table - we're the ones that are hard to hold - who want to take off and be with our peers. I guess there's a lot more written about needing to let go of your children than there is about how to hang on to your parents.  The shift was anticipated and accepted by us.  I gather it's a bit of a shock to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-2397373655049267269?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/2397373655049267269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=2397373655049267269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2397373655049267269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2397373655049267269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/blogging-about-kids.html' title='Blogging About Kids'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-904809469505621435</id><published>2008-12-12T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:23:03.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Menopausal Zest</title><content type='html'>In WWII, they discovered that post menopausal women were real little workhorses.  Like the energizer bunny, the just kept going after the younger ones were too tired.&lt;br /&gt;I think you tube has come up with the answer to this phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have to devote any energy to saying all this stuff in the Mom Song every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxT5NwQUtVM&amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxT5NwQUtVM&amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I also do not have the frustration of having to listen to all this stuff in the Response to the Mom Song every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJlZnPIzyLg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJlZnPIzyLg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like going into tools and doing a major delete of history and sites visited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-904809469505621435?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/904809469505621435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=904809469505621435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/904809469505621435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/904809469505621435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-menopausal-zest.html' title='Post Menopausal Zest'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-4619941143338729942</id><published>2008-12-12T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:12:28.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Legend?  Possibly Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://parenting.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/12/11/orgasms-during-childbirth/?em"&gt;http://parenting.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/12/11/orgasms-during-childbirth/?em&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Orgasms During Childbirth?  What would happen if women were taught to enjoy birth rather than endure it? This article has 395 comments and growing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in nursing school, orgasms weren't on the curriculum but there was something about women's ability to control their own pain.  And then I had my first baby and questioned every single thing I had every been taught.  I'm thinking it's closer to infant circumcision - hospital style.  I've seen babies vomit, pee and poop while crying at the top of their little lungs during the procedure and never bought the idea that babies don't feel pain which was in vogue at the time.  Let's just say my first labour was a very messy event and the epidural took affect about half a second before my heart considered quitting.  That said, I continued having babies and I didn't buy the paediatric associations stand that baby boys shouldn't be circumsized. If you had to sit with 5 year old boys waiting to be circumcized the next day, you wouldn't have taken a chance on that one either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just curious about why the childbirth orgasm thing has re-surfaced.  My husband heard a radio show about it during my last pregnancy which was 20 some years ago.  You know why I think it's possible?  Angelina Jolie reportedly says she experiences orgasms while getting tatoos.  So there you have it.  If pain turns you on, then childbirth is an ultimate experience.  There's another possible explanation as well.  In the Yukon, epidurals weren't available and I was given a drug that allowed you to feel the pain but blocked your ability to be concerned about it and then caused you to forget it.  I wouldn't recommend you taking that drug however because it permanently changed my ability to process pain.  Sometimes experiencing pain is a good thing.  Pain is your body's way of motivating you to demand attention and act while there's still time to save your life.  If I were in a delivery room with an orgasming woman in labour, I'd be wondering about a drug screen and a neurological assessment of the mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-4619941143338729942?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/4619941143338729942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=4619941143338729942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/4619941143338729942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/4619941143338729942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/urban-legend-possibly-not.html' title='Urban Legend?  Possibly Not'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-421801644053735491</id><published>2008-12-11T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:35:03.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn &amp; Saltzman Predictions</title><content type='html'>Jurgeon Wolff's December Brainstorm e-bulletin included this:&lt;br /&gt;Trend spotters Faith Popcorn and Marian Saltzman shared their predictions with the Los Angeles Times recently. Here are some of their key prognostications: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* generational tension (recent grads will feel cheated and resent Baby Boomers); &lt;br /&gt;* the entertainment industry will thrive, with a heavy emphasis on nostalgia, happy endings, and fantasy; &lt;br /&gt;* a move to safer cities and an increase in escapist behaviour, including smoking and drinking; &lt;br /&gt;* stronger nuclear families and families of friends (including communal living) and sharing of transportation; &lt;br /&gt;* acceptance of downward mobility - going simpler, smaller, and more ecologically aware. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always so ahead of my time.  Before Gen Y was even born, I was so ready to work in a flat organization that threw appreciation parties every 2 weeks but geez there I was like so underappreciated.  And now the latest rage is downward mobility.  Like I'm so "been there, done that".  Before I'd even seen this, didn't I write that blog post on buying books for mom saying give me happiness literature.  Here I am living in small town Ontario opting for way less crazy driving than Windsor.  Don't I share my car so much that I hardly ever drive it.  Didn't I just learn how to make a chocolate martini - heavy on the chocolate sauce.  I draw the line at communal living though.  I'm more the hermit living inside a cave in the middle of a desert type - well a cave with high speed internet so I can connect with family and friends.  So if you don't know where to begin when it comes to creating a nostalgic, fantasy life where everything ends happily, give me a shout.  That's my genre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-421801644053735491?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/421801644053735491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=421801644053735491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/421801644053735491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/421801644053735491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/popcorn-saltzman-predictions.html' title='Popcorn &amp; Saltzman Predictions'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-3508570365931274048</id><published>2008-12-11T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:55:49.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada's 100 War Dead</title><content type='html'>The Canadian people know the name and story of all 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com/specialSections/afghancasualties"&gt;http://www.thestar.com/specialSections/afghancasualties&lt;/a&gt; The average age of Canada's war dead in Afghanistan is 29 years old.  Every time a death is announced, I check to see if Canada has remained true to its promise not to send children into war.  There are no teenagers amongst the 100.  The down side to sending adults into war is that they have dependents - 38 women and one man have now been deprived of a spouse.  The war dead have left behind 63 children, ranging in age from adult to infant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest son tried to join the regular forces when he was in Gr. 11.  My husband intervened.  He talked to both his reserves commander and the recruitment office and told them not to accept his application until he had his Grade 12 diploma.  It really wasn't an issue - the regular forces makes it difficult - almost impossible for a kid without a high school diploma to enlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at those 100 faces, I know I am looking at the faces of committed adults who made a decision to serve their country.  They paid the ultimate sacrifice because they believed in the mission.  They weren't tricked into enlisting.  They weren't immature kids with some movie idea of what war was all about.  Even after basic training, the military doesn't send someone to Afghanistan just because they volunteer to go.  Those soldiers had to prove that they had the maturity and preparation required to make sound decisions under extremely stressful conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to watch each coffin return.  The difference between a child soldier and an adult soldier is that we believe an adult has to do what an adult feels called to do. Life is a gift - a mother brings a child into the world and then steps back and watches what her child decides to do with this wonderful gift.  Some mothers wait for the return of flag draped coffins.  I watch them and cry but I get it.  They did what mothers are supposed to do - they produced adults capable of making difficult, dangerous choices.  It's important to look at the faces of the fallen - lest we forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-3508570365931274048?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/3508570365931274048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=3508570365931274048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3508570365931274048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3508570365931274048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/canadas-100-war-dead.html' title='Canada&apos;s 100 War Dead'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-4746955133801799280</id><published>2008-12-11T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:53:02.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Ignatieff &amp; his wives</title><content type='html'>I get Book TV.  I recognize Michael Ignatieff but I didn't think he'd be hanging around Canada long enough that I needed to be curious about it.  Well now he's leader of the Liberal Party and could be Prime Minister next month, I decided to read about him in Wikipedia and the Globe and Mail.  &lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20060825.wxboat26/BNStory/National/?pageRequested=all"&gt;http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20060825.wxboat26/BNStory/National/?pageRequested=all  &lt;/a&gt;Wow!  He's even more of an original than Maggie Trudeau and she was a bona fide IT girl. &lt;br /&gt;I'm coming out of my political stupor.  According to my reading, he's a tell all kind of person - a trait I so enjoyed in Maggie.  I'm sure Edgar Hoover is spinning in his grave.  Of course who I'm really interested in are Zsuzsanna Zsohar and Susan Barrowclough - both of whom sound fascinating.  Who are these women and what style of womanhood will they model for Canadian girls desperate for some new options?  Harper, Martin and Chretien's wives kept a pretty low profile and Gen Y won't remember the 3 Ms - Mila, Maureen and Margaret.  Let's bring the wives of the men in power out of the shadows and let them be a little fiesty. Have we ever had a Prime Minister with an ex-wife?  Is that a whole, new, unchartered territory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-4746955133801799280?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/4746955133801799280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=4746955133801799280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/4746955133801799280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/4746955133801799280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/michael-ignatieff-his-wives.html' title='Michael Ignatieff &amp; his wives'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-5136931462661855561</id><published>2008-12-10T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:25:49.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Physical Time</title><content type='html'>The Canadian Health System sends notifications to your family physician if you are behind in your cancer screenings which makes it impossible to fall off your doctor's radar.  Sometimes I'm really tempted to change to one of the many older doctors in the area who were in university with me.  They've been practicing forever and wondering why they didn't take tool and die instead and would pretty much leave me alone.  Instead I have a superconscious, highly motivated younger doctor who is always frustrated by me.  You should be blessed by such a doctor.  He'll save you in spite of yourself.  So now I have a stack of requisitions for tests and am trying to figure out how to coordinate them so I only have to make one trip to Windsor.  In case I've forgotten, he reminded me that I am at the age when things could start going wrong.  I was listening to Prof Robert Shiller lecturing on The Universal Principle of Risk Managment:  Pooling and Hedging the Risk. The basis of this is probability theory.  He explained that if you have a mystical side, probability theory doesn't have a clear meaning to you.  So my doctor makes objective observations and concludes there is a high probability that I'm a medical disaster zone.  And I look at me and think if I just stay out of its way, I'm sure my body knows how to fix itself and besides God and I made a pack that I could have time to write and publish my thoughts as a gift to all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-5136931462661855561?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5136931462661855561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=5136931462661855561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5136931462661855561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5136931462661855561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/annual-physical-time.html' title='Annual Physical Time'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-3827483650372940709</id><published>2008-12-08T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:01:54.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fat Child Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bmimedical.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-future-of-childhood-obesity.html"&gt;http://bmimedical.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-future-of-childhood-obesity.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do nothing else today, please check out the above article by Yoni Freedhoff, an obesity doctor in Ottawa who actually has a heart.&lt;br /&gt;I was a fat 6 year old.  I cried myself to sleep every single night and that was in the days before people were mean to fat kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible for a baby to be the tipping point.  My family was overworked and over burdened and along came an unexpected pregnancy just when they were seeing the light at the end of the childrearing tunnel and thinking life might get easier.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely everything in our family was dated from my birth.  My mother had her hysterectomy was I was 4 and my grandmother had her stroke when I was six and we got hot water when I was 7 and my oldest brother died when I was in Gr. 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad had chronic glomerular nephritis which sent his blood pressure through the roof.  The doctor thought he'd have a stroke if he had a nightmare so he took powerful sleeping pills to keep him from dreaming.  The children's story that represented his life perspective was The Little Red Hen.  My mother protected him by never allowing any of us to place demands on him.  It worked.  He lived to be 89.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was the rose in the Little Prince.  She was a rose in the midst of a cornfield.  The nitrogen levels were too high for something so delicate.  Her doctor pumped her full of everything he could think of to maintain the pregnancy.  He thought a baby might save her.  She had a major hysterectomy when I was 4 years old which plunged her into a lifelong depression.  My dad thought any kind of sickness was disgraceful and my poor delicate mother would have suffered greatly if any of his relatives even suspected that she had emotional/mental struggles.  So I became my mother's listener at 4 - only I didn't know it was the illness and not the truth when she told me I was a wicked, ungrateful, unlovable child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was 5, I was really ill but it took over a year for a proper diagnosis.  The doctors said I was screaming in the middle of the night because I was a spoilt brat.  By the time they operated my bladder was full of scar tissue from chronic urinary tract infections.  Anyone who has ever gone to a urologist knows that it involves a lot of invasive, unpleasant tests involving hospitalizations and in my case surgery.  My parents protected each other by not visiting - by not being there to explain or offer support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the major tragedy struck.  My grandmother, the decision-maker on the farm, had a severe right-sided stroke while I was still in hospital after surgery.  My dad made the doctors discharge me because he thought hearing my voice would bring my grandmother out of her coma.  It did.  She lived for another 10 years - until the doctors told my dad someone was going to die and he had to choose between his mother and his wife.  When I returned to school following my surgery and my grandmother's stroke, I developed hepatitis and in the pictures after that I was fat. My family job became keeping grandma happy and watching that she didn't wander away.  She couldn't talk, was always available and was consistently happy to see you which made her just about perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  I was sick and over-exhausted from walking a mile and half to and from school and learning all day and had very poor social skills because we didn't play after school.  Even if a doctor had prescribed all the recommendations in the above article, my teenage brothers already had a pile of farm chores and were doing their best by me.  We had a river behind the house and a major highway in front of the house and animals and farm equipment and sometimes hired men around so I could only play outside if grandpa was out front swinging the scythe.  My dad was Chairman of the School Board all the time he had kids in school so he could hire women teachers who had raised a family and understood what life on a farm was like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-3827483650372940709?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/3827483650372940709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=3827483650372940709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3827483650372940709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3827483650372940709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-fat-child-tale.html' title='My Fat Child Tale'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-1645273837109917986</id><published>2008-12-08T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T02:28:35.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books for Mother</title><content type='html'>I once belonged to this wonderful book club where all the members submitted the book they received as a Christmas present and we circulated those books amongst the group throughout the year.  So what do you choose for your mother and all her friends to read?  &lt;br /&gt;They'll love anything you give because it shows they're loved enough to get something you actually picked with them in mind.  As most kids live a distance from their mothers, it is very important to the community's peace of mind to know their friend has a mother/child connection.&lt;br /&gt;The older I get, the less I like the tragic tales Oprah has a fondness for.  The reason it's rugged when parents' die is because now one is free to honestly look at his/her life without concern of betraying or hurting anyone.  It takes about 3 years of angst and soul searching to find peace and accept that we are all broken-winged birds who are frightened and try to lash out if anyone gets too close.  So you finally say, we all did the best we could given our brokenness and become better people for having gone through the process.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to read sad stories of tragic lives because frankly once you are passed 55, you've seen enough real life tragedy to last a lifetime.  In my childhood family pictures, only my brother and myself are still alive.  Don't tell me a sad tale.  I get enough of that talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Pick something that inspires or entertains or celebrates or something you really enjoyed that helps us know you better.  In fact, what would be really great is if you pulled a book off your shelf with stuff underlined with little notes in the margin because the book we most want to read is you.  People are continually evolving - nothing gives a mother greater pleasurer than knowing her child, whatever the age, is unique and a marvel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-1645273837109917986?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/1645273837109917986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=1645273837109917986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1645273837109917986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1645273837109917986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/books-for-mother.html' title='Books for Mother'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-479262264332444341</id><published>2008-12-08T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:24:14.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience and Endurance</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should explain the reference to patience and endurance in the last post.  In the Yukon, the Catholic and Anglican priests are close.  The nearest colleague of your own denomination is at least a hundred miles away.  Stephen arrived in Yukon fresh out of seminary so the Oblate priest was the mentor who cared about his formation the most.  Father Ivan was sitting in our chaotic household trying to convince me to have 10 children.  I already had 4 kids age 6 and under and was convinced that one more would be the death of me.  Irish Father Ivan believed that women with 10 kids had a special wisdom - a wisdom that was disappearing from the world.  So Ivan says, "Let me say a prayer for you Ruth before I go."  And here's the prayer, "Please be with Ruth and grant her strength and endurance."  I was young.  I'm thinking why not ask for what I'd really like - "Please turn Ruth into a beauty and send a few Rock concerts her way."  Now I don't care about such things but I like be happy for other people who make interesting choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-479262264332444341?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/479262264332444341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=479262264332444341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/479262264332444341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/479262264332444341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/patience-and-endurance.html' title='Patience and Endurance'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-5485274373490671589</id><published>2008-12-08T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:05:48.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Nest Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Is there such a thing as empty nest syndrome?  Well it's not whatever the researchers imagine it to be.  They get the wrong answers because they start with the wrong premise and ask the wrong questions.&lt;br /&gt;What do mothers miss?&lt;br /&gt;We miss seeing our children in late afternoon and knowing at glance whether life has been good to them or they're coming home wounded.  You still know how to make it up to them, how to heal their wounds but you're not there and you hope they can remember how to do it for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;We miss shopping and cooking for a crowd of hungry people.  My husband and I shouldn't, can't, don't have much enthusiasm for food anymore. Whether I cook or I don't cook doesn't much matter now - stunting our growth is now the goal.&lt;br /&gt;We miss the life - the laughing, the arguing, the joys, the frustrations, the crowd of kids hanging around - the whole nine yards.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what I miss most?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the same conversations with God.  I'm not praying for patience or endurance or a guardian angel or please God let me live until they're raised or please don't let the Bishop think of us this year (We were easy to move because we didn't have things like a house, or a successful wife or the need for a moving company to protect expensive stuff - think the Beverley Hillbillies and you get the picture).  I miss the solution to every single little thing requring a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-5485274373490671589?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5485274373490671589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=5485274373490671589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5485274373490671589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5485274373490671589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/empty-nest-syndrome.html' title='Empty Nest Syndrome'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-5951292779552845512</id><published>2008-12-04T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:51:26.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dividing my posting time</title><content type='html'>I'm standing at the cross-roads and decided why not take both paths - a have your cake and eat it too philosophy.  My reconnecting blog is going back to its original purpose - reconnecting with the people I know in the real world.  I've started a second blog E-learning thoughts at &lt;a href="rdemitroff.blogspot.com"&gt;http://rdemitroff.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  for my e-learning community and whoever else is curious.  Friends call me ruth and r works for the more academic side of things.  It's a balance that I've really needed.  In fact, I haven't felt this energized in forever because being a clergy spouse is a shadow role and as much as I love Stephen and the church, I want a space that's just me. A space where my thoughts are my thoughts and not a reflection on anyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-5951292779552845512?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5951292779552845512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=5951292779552845512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5951292779552845512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5951292779552845512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/dividing-my-posting-time.html' title='Dividing my posting time'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-2618839629866780932</id><published>2008-12-02T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:22:53.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Ideas that Fall Flat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/archive/2008/11/duct_tape_bows.html"&gt;http://blog.craftzine.com/archive/2008/11/duct_tape_bows.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This link which I highlighted and pasted doesn't seem to work and in this case that's a blessing.  Well actually it does if you highlight the address and paste it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it takes to a picture of Christmas gifts wrapped in plain brown paper with grey duct tape bows.  You too can be Red Green.  And you'd do that because? -- dollar store stuff is a dollar regardless of whether it's duct tape or a bag of colourful bows.  My daughter works in IT and she tells me that it is impossible to order a brown truck with a grey interior.  And I'm telling you - it's impossible to hand someone a Christmas present wrapped in butcher paper tied with duct tap because kids cry.  I know that.  My kids cried the year I decided to wrap the gifts in newspaper and the year that I thought school supplies would make great stocking stuffers and the year a friend offered us a guitar but didn't realize that kids actually like their Christmas present to arrive on Christmas eve or at the very latest Christmas morning, not a couple of week later. And what exactly was Stephen thinking the year he gave our elementary school sons saws - a skill saw, a scroll saw and a power saw.&lt;br /&gt;It's not only wives who send husbands to Christmas Dog House Hell.  Watch the video and ask yourself if duct tape Christmas bows is going to lead anywhere good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adage.com/brightcove/single.php?bcpid=1370868150&amp;bctid=3130509001"&gt;http://adage.com/brightcove/single.php?bcpid=1370868150&amp;bctid=3130509001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The same site that has the duct tape bows has instructions for making felt brass knuckle ornaments.  Ho,Ho,Ho and a Merry Christmas to all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-2618839629866780932?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/2618839629866780932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=2618839629866780932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2618839629866780932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2618839629866780932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-ideas-that-fall-flat.html' title='Christmas Ideas that Fall Flat'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-7778644534390657837</id><published>2008-11-26T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:15:39.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent/Teen relationships</title><content type='html'>This quote is just too weird.  "Parents and teens can live together fairly harmoniously if parents know what to expect and are willing to make some adjustments in the way they think and act."&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this a little backwards?  &lt;br /&gt;When the kids were little all of their friends knew to the second how long to give me space after ticking me off.   Kids are smart that way.  They've got lots of time to observe you, test out your reactions, figure out exactly how much they can torment you until you make that first small movement toward stopping what you're doing to chase them all outside. &lt;br /&gt;Kids looked like a bunch of bear cubs to me and I looked like an old mother bear to everyone.   They knew I'd defend them with my life but I was more like a piece of geography - more like a mountain than something that would change to accommodate them.  The mountain does not run to the child.  The child runs to the mountain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-7778644534390657837?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/7778644534390657837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=7778644534390657837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7778644534390657837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7778644534390657837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-quote-is-just-too-weird.html' title='Parent/Teen relationships'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-9136765113731386239</id><published>2008-11-24T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:57:39.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternative uses for a digital camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.globalnerdy.com/2008/11/24/using-the-hell-out-of-your-digital-camera/"&gt;http://www.globalnerdy.com/2008/11/24/using-the-hell-out-of-your-digital-camera/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are many other uses for digital cameras, but this list of 10 useful things to photograph gets you off to a good start. &lt;br /&gt;Back when the internet was young, I belonged to a creativity group that had brainstorming sessions about finding 100 uses for various and sundry things. &lt;br /&gt;As I have an aversion to shopping, the more uses I can find for stuff already lying around the house the better.   Don't you think everything should have at least as many uses as a Swiss army knife?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-9136765113731386239?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/9136765113731386239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=9136765113731386239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/9136765113731386239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/9136765113731386239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/11/alternative-uses-for-digital-camera.html' title='Alternative uses for a digital camera'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-9016850391243668369</id><published>2008-11-20T16:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:31:38.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victorian Communities</title><content type='html'>Peter and I went to the town rejuvenation meeting last night. The stores in the downtown area and many of the houses are considered Victorian. An example of a community that has played up its Victorian image is Petrolia &lt;a href="http://www.petroliaheritage.com/downtown.html"&gt;http://www.petroliaheritage.com/downtown.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a case of after Wal-Mart and after people have left for the city jobs and educational opportunites, how do you re-create yourself. So now I'm looking at all things Victorian. My beloved grandmother was born in 1880 so there never was much of a separation between me and the Victorian age. There weren't babysitters when I was a kid. When grandmother and my mom went to their women's meetings, they had to bring the baby along. I was raised amidst tea cups and parlours and the womenly arts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-9016850391243668369?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/9016850391243668369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=9016850391243668369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/9016850391243668369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/9016850391243668369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/11/victorian-communities.html' title='Victorian Communities'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-447804702393896076</id><published>2008-11-20T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:33:16.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook &amp; Rectories</title><content type='html'>So why does an aging clergy wife have sexy Santa photos on her facebook? It's both very complex and very simple. Next time you are passing through a small community, notice the neighbourhood around the churches. For the past 25 years, I've looked out my rectory window and the view has been the church. They like having the clergy family close enough to provide surveillance of the church property. And where are the churches? They tend to be in the old section of the town - the area that most of the parishioners have moved away from.  My yard always had children in it. I didn't ask why they were there. I figured they needed space - space away from something - a stress free zone. Sexy Santa girl wasn't one of those kids but once upon a time she dated one. We see each other at weddings. She wants to be a friend on facebook. I don't want to lose track of her. I'd like something better for her - I'd like something better for all the kids who crossed my path. The only path out of anything that I know is through education but that makes me a carpenter with only a hammer in my toolkit. Sometimes a hammer is the solution to a problem and in many cases it's not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-447804702393896076?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/447804702393896076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=447804702393896076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/447804702393896076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/447804702393896076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/11/facebook-rectories.html' title='Facebook &amp; Rectories'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-3199168519863679462</id><published>2008-11-19T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:30:47.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Struggle Revisited</title><content type='html'>I was in university during the international year of the woman.  It was a heady time.  We'd grown up with sexist textbooks from Dick &amp;amp; Jane onwards.  The one day, we were told that our textbooks were biased and once that emperor is revealed to have no clothes, well you see things more clearly. &lt;br /&gt;We fought for equality.  We fought to have equal opportunity.  We fought for a chance to complete on equal footing.&lt;br /&gt;My son's Organizational Behaviour textbook is sexist.  It says that women are better than men - that if there is a problem in the workplace, the atmosphere has been poisoned by male attitudes, male methods of leadership, etc. &lt;br /&gt;I want to fight again.  I want to fight for both my sons and my daughter to be treated like human beings with a mixed bag of talents and weaknesses.  I don't want any textbook to tell my sons that they are better than my daughter or any textbook telling my daughter that she is better than my sons.   &lt;br /&gt;Why won't the world let people just be people?   Why does some group always have to be better than some other group?  We're all pieces of the puzzle, threads in the tapestry.   There's so much work that needs doing - we have to collaborate, be a team, be a network, dance in the circle of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-3199168519863679462?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/3199168519863679462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=3199168519863679462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3199168519863679462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3199168519863679462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/11/struggle-revisited.html' title='The Struggle Revisited'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-405665344279408704</id><published>2008-11-18T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:08:11.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK08'/><title type='text'>Sharism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://freesouls.cc/essays/07-isaac-mao-sharism.html"&gt;http://freesouls.cc/essays/07-isaac-mao-sharism.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac Mao has written an essay "Sharism - A Mind Revolution". His theory is based on neuro-biology and the working of the synapses within the human brain. One of the big questions of our day is whether information should be guarded, copyrighted and sold or accessible to all and freely shared. If you want a web source for the advantages both spiritually and creatively of sharing information, the above link is a good place to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Look around any traditional, hierarchial institution and a major status indicator is who has access to what information. It's an illusion of course because someone somewhere in the world has put it on a website or blogged about it. It's hard to imagine the J. Edgar Hoover's of the world will graciously accept that their secret files aren't secret and the power now lies in sharism. We're more likely to get a return of McCarthyism with the fear of Communism being replaced by the fear of those with unauthorized ways of accessing information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-405665344279408704?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/405665344279408704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=405665344279408704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/405665344279408704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/405665344279408704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/11/sharism.html' title='Sharism'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-5875727116696050052</id><published>2008-11-17T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:44:14.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity Space</title><content type='html'>Love this room &lt;a href="http://jennifermcguireink.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/11/my-scraproom-part-1.html"&gt;http://jennifermcguireink.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/11/my-scraproom-part-1.html&lt;/a&gt;   A local artist rented one of the empty downtown stores and created an amazing space for crafters but it was on Main Street and had big display windows.  The town is full of people creating behind closed doors but if the artists came out of their basements and dining rooms and into a communal space, the response to how they used their time would have changed.  Creating behind closed doors is what a proper Victorian lady does.  Gathering on Main Street would have brought out Puritan comments about wasting time when there's good works and chores that need doing.  Perhaps it would have worked if they had installed closed blinds like Curves does so women can exercise without being judged.  Virginia Woolf was only partially correct about women needing a room of their own and a bit of money under their control in order to create.   The old quilting bees and thrashing meals should have been expanded upon allowing everyone to maximize their creativity and share their ideas and resources.  Great ideas happen at the crossroads where collaboration is possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-5875727116696050052?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5875727116696050052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=5875727116696050052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5875727116696050052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5875727116696050052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/11/creativity-space.html' title='Creativity Space'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-6541035128215873326</id><published>2008-11-16T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:32:14.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity Auctions</title><content type='html'>'Tis the season of charity auctions, potluck suppers, bazaars, $5.00 gift exchanges and bake sales.  I love it because it's so much more civilized that mall shopping and the things you get were made by people you know which makes them priceless.  I'm more of an Advent/Lent personality type than a Christmas/Easter person - more into contemplating than celebrating.  Christmas happens because of the commitment and organizational skills of the people around me.  They draw me into the spirit of the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-6541035128215873326?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/6541035128215873326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=6541035128215873326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6541035128215873326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6541035128215873326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/11/charity-auctions.html' title='Charity Auctions'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-1199197212465435380</id><published>2008-11-11T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:20:03.863-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK08'/><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>My history on facebook has been being the passive recipient of friend requests.  As most of my "friends" are as young as my kids, I'm mainly seeing people using facebook as a way of sharing their photo albums or making party announcements.   What other ways is facebook being used?  I'd be interested in seeing some facebook pages created by people over 30. &lt;br /&gt;I'm finding facebook useful when trying to locate friends I've lost touch with.  Seeing the facebook page reassures people that I'm actually an old classmate of theirs.   As most women in my generation have married and changed their last name, googling doesn't work very well.  My alumni directory cross-references the women by current and student last name but there's nothing like that available from the college where I studied nursing.&lt;br /&gt;How is facebook useful in your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-1199197212465435380?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/1199197212465435380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=1199197212465435380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1199197212465435380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1199197212465435380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/11/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-3927989236913396329</id><published>2008-11-10T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:00:19.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance Day</title><content type='html'>Canadian Forces and Canadian Royal Mounted Police Tribute Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRKKV8yfpXM&amp;amp;feature=search_on_watch&amp;amp;search=RCMP%2C%20CF%20Tribute"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRKKV8yfpXM&amp;amp;feature=search_on_watch&amp;amp;search=RCMP%2C%20CF%20Tribute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pittance of Time by Terry Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYlrrAWCTRg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYlrrAWCTRg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of our Fallen Soldiers who went to Afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forces.gc.ca/site/focus/fallen/index_e.asp"&gt;http://www.forces.gc.ca/site/focus/fallen/index_e.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Are the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnOgJDt1Rto&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnOgJDt1Rto&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-3927989236913396329?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/3927989236913396329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=3927989236913396329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3927989236913396329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3927989236913396329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/11/remembrance-day.html' title='Remembrance Day'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-2340051478736464357</id><published>2008-11-03T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:40:35.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.M. Montgomery</title><content type='html'>I received an Anne of Green Gables collector doll when Stephen's step-mother and his father moved from a house into an apartment.  As a child, I was more of a Louisa May Alcott fan because my American Aunt who taught great books, introduced me to her works first.  Lucy Maude Montgomery only became of interest to me after becoming a clergy spouse.  Since her family revealed that she committed suicide, her works are being re-read to see what can be learned about how they coped in a household where both adults were severely depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20080919.wmhmontgomery0920/BNStory/mentalhealth"&gt;http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20080919.wmhmontgomery0920/BNStory/mentalhealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our last parish, I faced a cemetery every time I exited my house and in this parish I live in a house where a woman committed suicide.  I wonder about her and I pray for her and I feel incredibly sorry that she died alone.  I'm sure she did many marvellous things in her life but all I know about her is the ending.   Maybe some day her story will also be told.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-2340051478736464357?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/2340051478736464357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=2340051478736464357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2340051478736464357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2340051478736464357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/11/lm-montgomery.html' title='L.M. Montgomery'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-1549790953486048462</id><published>2008-11-03T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:04:13.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professors &amp; Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/03/books/03infl.html?em"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/03/books/03infl.html?em&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article suggests that the political views of Professors has little influence in student voting patterns. They certainly didn't influence my voting patterns. I will edit this post when I find the insightful quote from Anne of Green Gables that explains that Canadians inherit their political affiliation. However, Peter just bought three Monty Python dvd's and the more pressing priority is to do a marathon Python viewing. I'm so excited because I didn't use to get Python humor but now I do. Sometime, somewhere something changed.  Ok, I've viewed some and I know what changed and it wasn't much.  I've been watching clips on youtube.  A youtube clip doesn't give you the parts that are offensive.  I have an appreciation for short clips from Monty Python movies. The family has had a real run of buying dvd sets on sale at Wal-Mart where at least one movie in the set is defective.  When it happens 3 purchases in a row, you have to wonder why there aren't warning labels on the packaging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-1549790953486048462?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/1549790953486048462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=1549790953486048462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1549790953486048462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1549790953486048462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/11/professors-politics.html' title='Professors &amp; Politics'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-8191995329125718706</id><published>2008-11-01T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:45:13.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>On Halloween evening, Stephen and I watched &lt;em&gt;The Bucket List&lt;/em&gt;.  I think the most fun was watching Peter tear down the stairs every time a trick or treater came to the door.  Each time it was a precious reminder of the benefit of still having a son  living at home.   One of these Halloweens, Stephen and I will be doing rock, scissors, papers to determine who's answering the doorbell. &lt;br /&gt; I was surprised Stephen rented it because he's not into shows with dying leads.   Maybe he was on a roll.  We watched &lt;em&gt;Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull&lt;/em&gt; earlier this week.  I went through a phase when I liked the heroines older than myself so maybe he's going through the same phase with the heros.   The movie was ok but the big debate afterwards was better.  In the movie Morgan Freeman's oldest son and his very much younger daughter were both unplanned pregnancies.  I could identify with that as my second brother and I, a much younger sister, were also unplanned.  So we got to argue about whether or not men should just get over all that angst about how many years they are indentured to child rearing costs.  We did a lot of reviewing of every scene involving Freeman's marriage.  That led to a whole other debate about resentments over personal sacrifices over the course of a long-term marriage.   Ok - so wives statistically outlive husbands and get to have their freedom to pursue their personal dreams after their husbands are dead and men statistically drop dead soon after retirement and don't get a big hunk of not being the provider years - what can I say -  one more unfair thing in the life of a typical man.  So why do men get annoyed with their wives over unplanned pregnancies and early death - they sound like acts of God to me - who knows, maybe even blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-8191995329125718706?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/8191995329125718706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=8191995329125718706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8191995329125718706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8191995329125718706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/11/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-5371857202793881780</id><published>2008-10-29T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:37:25.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK08'/><title type='text'>Teachers as Mentors/Coach</title><content type='html'>In the Connectivism Course I am taking, the discussion today was on power and authority. I came across a couple of things on mentoring in the navy which got me wondering if the net will result in teachers being more mentors/coaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kmedge.org/2008/06/effective-mentorship-programs.html"&gt;http://kmedge.org/2008/06/effective-mentorship-programs.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kmedge.org/2008/09/a-presentation-on-mentoring-in.html"&gt;http://kmedge.org/2008/09/a-presentation-on-mentoring-in.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few years my husband met weekly with a student studying theology through a distance education program. They were supposed to discuss the readings and make sure the student was staying on track with his work. My husband was also expected to read and discuss the student's papers before they were forwarded on for marking and to proctor the exams. This experience led to opportunities for him to teach Old Testament studies which he loves doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-5371857202793881780?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5371857202793881780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=5371857202793881780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5371857202793881780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5371857202793881780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/teachers-as-mentorscoache.html' title='Teachers as Mentors/Coach'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-7707759420953956750</id><published>2008-10-29T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:39:12.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejecting One's Inheritance</title><content type='html'>I'm posting this link because it reminds me of all the leaders whose heads are still in the 1960's never trust anyone in authority mindset.  I'm moving on from the parody youtube videos of Sarah Palin to Monty Pythan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVWH01E2weA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVWH01E2weA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it reminds me a lot of my dad and myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-7707759420953956750?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/7707759420953956750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=7707759420953956750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7707759420953956750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7707759420953956750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/rejecting-ones-inheritance.html' title='Rejecting One&apos;s Inheritance'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-8271910683537783944</id><published>2008-10-29T06:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:06:41.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Care Pathways</title><content type='html'>Finding information is all about having the vocabulary.  Today SAGE Journals sent an email saying the Nov. issue of British Journal of Infection Control was available.  I came across the term Care Pathways and when I plugged "Care Pathways" into google, I discovered a whole new approach to research, evidenced-based integrated health care.  It is really worth taking the time to read  more on the topic.  This link is great:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ehma.org/carmen/is_01.html"&gt;http://www.ehma.org/carmen/is_01.html&lt;/a&gt;   This links you to an EHMA online publication "Integrating Services for Older People" and if you look at the side bar by clicking on Chapter 5 you will get an overview of Care Pathways by Tiziano Vecchiato.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously there are lots of barriers to receiving this care which mainly have to do with lack of resources but at least if you do a bit of reading the barrier won't be lack of client awareness that best practices exist and can be found online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-8271910683537783944?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/8271910683537783944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=8271910683537783944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8271910683537783944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8271910683537783944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/care-pathways.html' title='Care Pathways'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-505450959872339811</id><published>2008-10-25T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:38:47.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK08'/><title type='text'>CCK08 and NaNoWriMo</title><content type='html'>The Massive Online Learning Course in Connectivism started out with 2200 learners.  If the amount of posting occuring on the web is an indication, participation has noticably slowed down around the half way point.  By looking at the number of writers who successfully complete the very popular NaNoWriMo writing challenge of producing a 50,000 word novel in a month, I would like to suggest that the success benchmark for an open massive course should be in the area of 30% for the non-credit, non-paying group.  As with the NaNoWriMo, the first group is not a typical group because those who knew about it were already loosely networked.   In subsequent years, the people enrolling will less likely be of the same standing in the field.  This particular grouping had a lot of Ph.D. candidates and academic designers in it.&lt;br /&gt;If the statistics follow NaNoWriMo, a massive open educational online happening is not a threat to the bricks and mortar schools because the percentage that will actually complete the course will be mainly people who already have an array of skills in their academic tool box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;http://www.nanowrimo.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November is NaNoWriMo month.  I've provided the url for those of you who feel up to producing a 50,000 word Novel in 30 days.  &lt;br /&gt;The number of entrants and the number who actually complete the 50,000 words is growing. &lt;br /&gt;1999: 21 participants and six winners&lt;br /&gt;2000: 140 participants and 29 winners&lt;br /&gt;2001: 5,000 participants and more than 700 winners&lt;br /&gt;2002: 13,500 participants and around 2,100 winners&lt;br /&gt;2003: 25,500 participants and about 3,500 winners&lt;br /&gt;2004: 42,000 participants and just shy of 6,000 winners&lt;br /&gt;2005: 59,000 participants and 9,769 winners&lt;br /&gt;2006: 79,000 participants and 13,000 winners&lt;br /&gt;2007: 101,510 participants and 15,333 winners&lt;br /&gt;If you do the math, the highest percentage of completers were during the first two years - 28.57%  and 20.71%.  Since then, the percentage of completers has fallen within a narrow range.  The lowest was in 2003 with 13.73% completing their novels to a high in 2005 of 16.56%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-505450959872339811?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/505450959872339811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=505450959872339811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/505450959872339811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/505450959872339811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/cck08-and-nanowrimo.html' title='CCK08 and NaNoWriMo'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-646408259868567806</id><published>2008-10-22T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:48:45.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction Writing</title><content type='html'>Jurgeon Wolff, a British screenplay writer, lists the basics of a story at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourwritingcoach.com/"&gt;http://www.yourwritingcoach.com&lt;/a&gt; - go to the tips section and then the fiction section&lt;br /&gt;He lists 8 steps.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Once upon a time (the basic setup)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Every day.........(conditions at the start)&lt;br /&gt;3.  But one day......(inciting incident)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Because of that.....(conflict that moves the story along)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Because of that....&lt;br /&gt;6.  (repeat)  Because of that....(basic conflicts and escalations of Act II to end of Act)&lt;br /&gt;7.  Until finally.........(resolution)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Ever since then .........(new status quo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding the spine of a good story creates a certain tension when something good happens.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel like my life is at Step 3.  And then one day she was 27th on a list.  A twist from the ordinary.  An unusual, unanticipated twist from all the days that went before.  And the English major part of me is psyching herself up to handle the "because of that's" which are all the parts of the movie.  Like Harrison Ford, I'm too old and out-of-shape and worn to realistically be a main character in a storyline but hand me the bones of a good script and I can't resist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-646408259868567806?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/646408259868567806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=646408259868567806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/646408259868567806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/646408259868567806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/fiction-writing.html' title='Fiction Writing'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-2929888841465401189</id><published>2008-10-21T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:26:33.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Authentic Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://net.educause.edu/ir/library/pdf/ELI3009.pdf"&gt;http://net.educause.edu/ir/library/pdf/ELI3009.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading &lt;em&gt;Authentic Learning for the 21st Century &lt;/em&gt;by Marilyn Lobardi through the lens of the Anglican world I live and breathe in.&lt;br /&gt;1) If a simulation of church life were created, what is the social structure and culture that gives the church world meaning and relevance?  Are we forging the concrete connections: interpersonal connections between apprentice and mentors&lt;br /&gt;intellectual connections between the familiar and the novel&lt;br /&gt;personal connections between the learner's own goals and the broader concerns of the discipline? that George Siemen's refers to.&lt;br /&gt;2)Have we laid down the scaffolding- the 4 Domains of Learning?&lt;br /&gt;i) Cognitive capacity to think, solve problems, crete&lt;br /&gt;ii) Affective capacity to value, appreciate, care&lt;br /&gt;iii) Psychomotor capacity to move, perceive and apply physical skills&lt;br /&gt;iv) Conative capacity to act, decide, commit.&lt;br /&gt;3)  If we looked at the faith community through fresh eyes how would we answer the questions that create meaning and relevance&lt;br /&gt;i) Can I see myself becoming a member of this culture?&lt;br /&gt;ii)  What would motivate me?&lt;br /&gt;iii) What would concern me?&lt;br /&gt;iv) How would I work with the people around me?&lt;br /&gt;v) How would I make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society sees the Christian church as largely irrelevant but it is a canary in the mines giving an early indication of broader problems within the social structure of society.  Canadians bought into a hierarchial structure because it was efficient and promised order and good governance.  The leadership in all our institutions are products of the universities of the 1960s.  It's difficult to lead if one remembers the assassinations, Vietnam, Watergate, Kent State.  It's difficult to create order and good governance in a world where we don't want to even look at the questions revolving around meaning and relevance?  Clergy, teachers, politicians are all hoping that they will reach retirement before the institutions they have committed their lives to are determined unsustainable and unaffordable.  Can a culture hold together with shakey pillars? Can we create a workable model before a Samson brings the system crashing down not caring about the consequences?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-2929888841465401189?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/2929888841465401189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=2929888841465401189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2929888841465401189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2929888841465401189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/authentic-learning.html' title='Authentic Learning'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-7524487552209616663</id><published>2008-10-21T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:45:52.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschools and pizza day</title><content type='html'>This blog post on pizza days for 3 year olds is a great example of what parents go through when they have values that are in conflict with the school's values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bmimedical.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-3-year-olds-really-need-pizza-day.html"&gt;http://bmimedical.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-3-year-olds-really-need-pizza-day.html&lt;/a&gt;   It's really difficult for polite Canadians to upset teachers and fellow parents by disagreeing with something as culturally fun as pizza day.  The writer of this article is a doctor who can actually afford the request for money.  There's no mention of the stress felt when a parent doesn't have the money for extras and pizza day is definitely not the highest priority for a family living in poverty - especially if that family has many children who each bring home a pizza day note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-7524487552209616663?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/7524487552209616663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=7524487552209616663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7524487552209616663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7524487552209616663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/preschools-and-pizza-day.html' title='Preschools and pizza day'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-4790397622527909906</id><published>2008-10-21T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:50:53.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Posting &amp; Commenting</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what the ideal balance is between creating blog posts and commenting on the posts of others.  Both are equally rewarding in my opinion.  I think it is the same as buying books that you're interested in and reading books recommended by others.  We all tend to have a narrow range of topics that we gravitate towards.  It is the interaction with others that draws our mind out of our comfort zone and shows us that there are other subjects that if we just tried them might interest us just as much.  When I comment on someone else's post, they have caused me think and write about something that I otherwise would not have remembered or considered formulating an opinion about.   When writing my own blog, I assumed that I was writing to myself - the only people I expected would find it would be old friends curious enough to do a search for me.  It is through attempting various networking opportunities encouraged in the Connectivism Course that people outside my inner circle of friends found my blog.  It was one of those serendipitous things that happened without any intentional goal or plan to create a trail to my own writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-4790397622527909906?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/4790397622527909906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=4790397622527909906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/4790397622527909906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/4790397622527909906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-posting-commenting.html' title='Blog Posting &amp; Commenting'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-7670937345943564944</id><published>2008-10-20T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:23:10.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Googling Your Own Name</title><content type='html'>Periodically I put my own name into the google search engine just to see what comes up.  What I expect to find is a bunch of comments I've made on other peoples' blogs or responses to something I read in a journal or newspaper.  And the big question on my mind is have I said something that could limit employment opportunities for my husband or children.  While I'm willing to be a pain in his side, I'm not so sure I want to be an albatross around his neck.  As a clergy wive and a navy mother, the church and the military are always in my subconscious.  Imagine my surprise to discover that Zaid Ali Alsagoff not only considers me an Edublogger but has actually ranked me.  Check it out for yourself  &lt;a href="http://www.insightory.com/view/1086/27_inspiring%0B_women_edubloggers"&gt;http://www.insightory.com/view/1086/27_inspiring%0B_women_edubloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in university, everyone's picture was posted in the cafeteria so they'd know whose meals had been paid for in the residence fees.  The guys managed to smuggle the girls' pictures out of the dining hall and had a fun evening rating us in order of - I can only guess what criteria was used.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Zaid.  This is the biggest surprise/mystery of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-7670937345943564944?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/7670937345943564944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=7670937345943564944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7670937345943564944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7670937345943564944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/googling-your-own-name.html' title='Googling Your Own Name'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-2389298102866485625</id><published>2008-10-18T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:12:20.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Footwear War</title><content type='html'>My husband is harping all the time over my running shoes.  I love them because they are flexible and lightweight.  When one pair wears out, I don't buy another pair until I can find the exact same shoe - that's how much I love them. &lt;br /&gt;Stephen wants me to wear his footwear.  He thinks women's footwear doesn't have enough support.  We're talking about yellow, steel-toed work boots which would be like going for a walk with ankle weights.  Now I haven't worn ladies heels in a quarter of a century but I think I draw the line at looking like Granny Clampett on the Beverley Hillbillies. &lt;br /&gt;After the fall though, I may be forced to compromise and wear a different boot/shoe of his.  These look a bit like walking boots - as in walking up mountains.  It would be better if we wore the same size but I suppose they'll be the perfect fit after he buys all the other stuff to go with them - gel liners and whatever socks men wear in the bush to protect themselves from frost bite.  And they definitely will fit perfectly into whatever those rubber things are that men slip their shoes into.  I forget what Christmas he bought the super thick, super traction ones - anyway it was the same Christmas that he decided to buy me men's blue thermal long johns.   That a friend gave me an official postman's hat - weatherproof out on the outside, quilted on the inside with fur around the face and on the ear lugs and ties under the chin because what was I thinking going around without a hat.  &lt;br /&gt;And then there are the Canadian naval ships that sail across my chest and the wrestling team jacket from my oldest son.  There's a family debate over whether wearing a wrestling team jacket to the bank machine says "don't mess with me" or whether it is throwing out a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I like the 5 year old boy look - running shoes, blue jeans and a t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the next step will be to dress me up in florescent orange like my neighbour's seeing eye dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-2389298102866485625?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/2389298102866485625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=2389298102866485625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2389298102866485625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2389298102866485625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/footwear-war.html' title='The Footwear War'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-2118641728124640594</id><published>2008-10-18T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:20:12.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re:  I Fell Big Time</title><content type='html'>After taking graduation pictures at the waterfront, Stephen and I were walking through the parking lot to our car. If I'm going to fall, it's going to be in a parking lot. Some poor guy put his foot on his parking brakes and I lost my focus and fell over nothing. He was pretty shaken up - I think he was wondering how he had run me over without moving his vehicle. I've got the kind of breasts that act like airbags. They ensure that I both fall frontwards which is much safer than falling on one's back or side and they keep my whole chest/abdomenal area above cement level and safe from breakage. I'm convinced the whoever invented airbags knew someone shaped like me. My husband and I had time for an argument on the way down - he kept yelling drop the camera - we'll buy another one - and I was determined to risk life and limb to protect it. I did manage to protect the whole side that contains the battery, memory chip, and download port. The only damage was a deep scratch in an area of the camera that has nothing to do with picture taking which was great with me because it makes my camera identifiable.  Anyway did you know that if you wash the cuts on your hands with Purell, it stings something terrible but it does some really fast healing magic.   Hope there's nothing in that stuff that shouldn't go into the bloodstream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-2118641728124640594?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/2118641728124640594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=2118641728124640594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2118641728124640594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2118641728124640594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/re-i-fell-big-time.html' title='Re:  I Fell Big Time'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-7973015816789951137</id><published>2008-10-18T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:17:34.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danielle's Graduation</title><content type='html'>My daughter-in-law graduated from the Pharmacy Tech program on Friday.  She's had quite the year - the wedding, buying a first home,  graduation and landing her first job in a pharmacy.  She applied all over for work in her field and ended up getting a job in the same community as their home.  The convocation speaker was a hospital nurse manager who gave a speech from the employer's perspective of what qualities makes one an asset to the team.  Danielle's sister went home and checked out courses for increasing her own nursing skills so the talk definitely was inspirational.  We did the whole picture taking, red roses thing and then John and Danielle took everyone out for dinner.  I was so proud of her and thrilled that she has had so much for us all to celebrate about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-7973015816789951137?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/7973015816789951137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=7973015816789951137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7973015816789951137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7973015816789951137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/danielles-graduation.html' title='Danielle&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-685295914809203373</id><published>2008-10-10T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:15:36.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyryx &amp; HP</title><content type='html'>Tell me that you've had a successful experience with Lyryx testing.  My son is taking his first test on Monday (maybe sooner) but I'm really concerned that he'll run into a computer problem on test day that I can't solve.  Once the test is started, you can't go out of it and come back.  So far I've learned how to go into tools to adjust the cookie and security options so he can get beyond the signin.  Then I had to solve the "Several Java Virtual Machines running in the same proccess caused an error" problem by deleting and compressing and rearranging things to free up more memory."  I'd feel better if my backup computers weren't the HP laptops that are under recall.  Buying 2 laptops at the same time was one of my dumber moves.  Having no experience with laptops, I just thought laptops were the stupidest things ever.  Even having the list of problems, I don't know normal so figuring out abnormal is a challenge.  I can't get them to do what I need but maybe it's a human error - I just know I lugged the big one to the school library and I didn't get web access.  My fault or the computers?  Wish I knew.  Didn't realize I had a battery problem until I saw that youtube video - I just thought computer batteries died quickly.   I'm definitely a desktop person.  If I can sort out Lyryx and get the laptops working, I'll have to learn way more than I ever intended to about problemsolving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-685295914809203373?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/685295914809203373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=685295914809203373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/685295914809203373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/685295914809203373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/lyryx-hp.html' title='Lyryx &amp; HP'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-2595954483425766260</id><published>2008-10-10T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:44:55.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recruiting Information for Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tater36.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-need-parent-approved-brand-to.html"&gt;http://tater36.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-need-parent-approved-brand-to.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above link takes you to a blog post entitled "You Need a Parent Approved Plan to Recruit Generation Y".    Ok - here's what I think.   Starting with their first part-time jobs, my kids would ask "Do I earn more than dad".  The goal was clearly to outpace dad and buying the first home was the victory shot as we have always lived in rectories (church housing) .  And yes, I could have had input in the acceptance decision but what I said was "Young people should go with their heart/guts because you can.  If it works out great and if it doesn't, you'll learn more about  yourself without hurting the spouse and kids you don't have yet. &lt;br /&gt;Now I, a baby boomer, never told my parents about a job in advance.  Why?  Because I announced the job before announcing another decision they wouldn't like.  "I've got a job as a legal secretary and I'm taking a year off school."  "I'm working in HR at General Motors and I decided that I'd rather not get a nursing job."  "I'm getting married and he has 4 more years until his Masters Degree."   Good decision combined with crazy decision = where did those genes come from anyway - she certainly isn't practical enough to be a farmer's wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-2595954483425766260?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/2595954483425766260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=2595954483425766260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2595954483425766260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2595954483425766260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/recruiting-information-for-parents.html' title='Recruiting Information for Parents'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-2397564832791231479</id><published>2008-10-05T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:15:54.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dog is O.K.</title><content type='html'>Charlie, the dog, has got his physical skills back - he's going up and down stairs, chasing squirrels and is even able to balance on 3 legs when marking his territory.  My husband and I, on the other hand, may be permanently changed.  We look at each other and think what if it had been one of us.  So making those lifestyle changes that were on the bottom of the someday when I get around to it list, are suddenly at the top.  I've hauled out the Mediterranean Diet books and Stephen doesn't take no for an answer about going for walks along the trail.  I'm even thinking of buying new batteries for the blood pressure monitoring machine and remember to take that daily baby aspirin.  As a dog can't profit from a warning, it must have been a warning for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-2397564832791231479?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/2397564832791231479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=2397564832791231479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2397564832791231479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2397564832791231479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/dog-is-ok.html' title='The Dog is O.K.'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-6749122446834052846</id><published>2008-10-03T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:31:08.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re:  My Dog had a Stroke</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my dog had a small left-brained stroke.  Last night he needed to support his right side against the wall when climbing stairs but today his right side is stronger.  He goes upstairs normally but he wants someone with him when he descends the stairs even though he is managing them quite well.  He's still interested in chasing squirrels but he doesn't hold his head erect when running.  I'm not sure about the vision in his right eye - he turns his head to watch me with his left eye if I'm doing something significant he needs to figure out.   He doesn't have much of an appetite but dog biscuits and salmon are still good.  His days of balancing on 3 legs to pee were nearly at an end anyway but now he definitely has to remain standing on all fours.&lt;br /&gt;Now for the more interesting part.  He clearly knows something is wrong and gives us questioning looks.  Normally he has that in-charge dominant German Shepherd personality but now he is so laid back I'm thinking maybe he's in that la-la-land that Jill Bolte Taylor describes in her TED talk.  My grandmother had the same type of stroke when I was 6 years old and lost her ability to speak and write.  Charlie hasn't bark since his stroke but no one rung the doorbell to know for sure.  The neighbours will love him better if he has lost the desire to bark at every squirrel, every cat, every dog and every person that walks by.   My grandmother lived until I was 15 years old and was my very favourite human being in the whole world.  I'm beginning to understand.  The new Charlie is just so incredibly loveable compared to the bossy, opinionated normal Charlie but it's incredibly sad nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-6749122446834052846?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/6749122446834052846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=6749122446834052846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6749122446834052846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6749122446834052846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/re-my-dog-had-stroke.html' title='Re:  My Dog had a Stroke'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-7823321913118489953</id><published>2008-10-01T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:04:15.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK08'/><title type='text'>CCK08 Why Am I Investing the Hours?</title><content type='html'>Today there was an Elluminate discussion on the logistics of the course.&lt;br /&gt;I've been a houswife for 24 years - so how many letters do I need after my name, and if it triples my salary that's still nothing.  And I certainly have no expectations of ongoing contact with course members as I have nothing to offer that would make me part of their network.  So why put in all the hours?&lt;br /&gt;When I was 17, a city professor knocked on the door and asked my farmer's-wife mom to help a couple of Masters Degree candidates with their theses on the Baldoon settlement - one was in Geography on drainage and one was in History and involved geneologies.   It became her passion for the next 20 years.  She became the world's greatest unrecognized expert on the Baldoon settlement.  She died at 79 after a 10 year descent into Alzheimers but her bulb had shone brightly before it flickered and dimmed and finally burnt out.&lt;br /&gt;I am putting in the hours for her and for my daugher.  God gave my mother a marvellous gift and I don't want that ever forgotten.  A university professor she had never met before gave her an opportunity - the only opportunity she ever had to discover and display her intellect.   She opened the door for me to leave the farm and go to university and I opened the door wider for my daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-7823321913118489953?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/7823321913118489953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=7823321913118489953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7823321913118489953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7823321913118489953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/10/cck08-why-am-i-investing-hours.html' title='CCK08 Why Am I Investing the Hours?'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-2259421801915681179</id><published>2008-09-28T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:28:57.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK08'/><title type='text'>CCK08 +  Gravitational Community</title><content type='html'>I think David Pollard should go for a google prize by teaching the rest of us how to create gravitational communities. I've built my google reader randomly through web surfing and google discoveries and it's making me even more of a dilettante. I'm plucking daisys because I cannot psychologically process the blank cheque given after 9/11 to build a culture of fear and suspension of reason. Listening to crowds of people chanting mindless slogans reminds me too much of the evils of world history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled across Stephen Downes and David Pollard's blogs but that is going to be increasingly difficult as cyberspace fills up with my type of blog. What spurred me to create a blog was The University of Western Ontario was publishing a new alumni directory and I wanted to be findable by old friends. In the directory women are cross-referenced under both their maiden and married name and that doesn't happen often in life. If anyone wanted to know whatever had happened to Ruth Stewart, I wanted to include a blog address in the directory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to transfer my general interest blog addresses to google notebooks and&lt;br /&gt;use google reader for key people who have great blogs on a particular topic with a classification system for finding other inspirational bloggers on the topic. So how do you find the master librarians of web information? Who cares enough about a particular topic to sort through the massive amount of information out there on any topic and provide some guideposts for the rest of us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-2259421801915681179?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/2259421801915681179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=2259421801915681179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2259421801915681179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2259421801915681179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/cck08-gravitational-community.html' title='CCK08 +  Gravitational Community'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-1278163861593606072</id><published>2008-09-24T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:06:14.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK08'/><title type='text'>CCK08 Valdis Krebs on Networks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ltc.umanitoba.ca/connectivism/?p=136"&gt;http://ltc.umanitoba.ca/connectivism/?p=136&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very easy to read, concise overview of various types of networks. I thought analyzing the networks on The Simpsons was a brilliant idea because there is no escaping that show. In 1990 there was a guy in one of my kid's classes who had videotaped every episode and had a record of every line Bart had ever written on the blackboard. You could create a spread of contagion map on the number of people who got hooked on the Simpsons through contact with that one mega fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not convinced about the book networks and musical style networks. When it comes to the arts, the whole point is to not fall into a rut. Book clubs and reading lists are all about broadening beyond what you'd choose on your own. And how is it possible to not develop some form of appreciation for the favourite style of music of your first and second level family/friends. The requests played at weddings I go to are extremely ecclectic - the party can flow from the funky chicken to a polka to a country and western line dance to beach party music to Irish Rover drinking songs to WWII love ballads to blue grass to current top hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I can't wait to go check out the cow at the trough network. Not only does this community have an agricultural college, I also have lots of friends and family in the cattle business. What a novel conversation starter for those annual Christmas gatherings which can get stuck at the cost of production and market price level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entertainment industry knows that the suspense of tracking virus outbreaks and terrorist networks creates a suspense-filled production. I think Valdis Krebs network talk is so interesting because we inherently like using networks to make sense of what would otherwise be random and unsolvable threats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to network my learning style it would be read a blog, go to Wiki for any reference I'm not sure of, go to youtube to check out any music or film mentioned, go to google books to find out about any book I'm unfamiliar with, type the subject into google and pick a link that represents a different opinion and if I think the subject is worth it, I create a heading on google reader for blogs to follow and create a google alert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-1278163861593606072?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/1278163861593606072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=1278163861593606072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1278163861593606072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1278163861593606072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/cck08-valdis-krebs-on-networks.html' title='CCK08 Valdis Krebs on Networks'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-539130178878104186</id><published>2008-09-23T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:13:59.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK08'/><title type='text'>CCK08 Movie About Connections</title><content type='html'>I'll save you the time of watching the movie because it falls into the category "Movies I bought and love with a plot so painfully slow and lacking in action that I am permanently banned from choosing movies for family viewing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;One True Thing,&lt;/em&gt;  Ellen (Renee Zellweger) is a young, ambitious New York Journalist.  Her father (William Hurt) is a university professor in the process of writing a book who expects his busy important daughter to interrupt her life so he doesn't have to deal with his stay-at-home wife's (Meryl Streep) cancer.   Renee is her father's daughter committed to the importance of writing books and articles and gaining tenure and recognition but slowly (and I mean slowly) is taught by mom and her gal pals that a life of doing silly looking things like throwing theme parties and decorating community Christmas trees and cheering up people going through tough times isn't totally shabby.  George has his ambition and his affair of the semester but the solid connections were weaved by Katharine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faster way to get the message is to think about what we are doing on the connectivity course and compare it to the following webpage with all its 95 links to lists of people's favourite things about autumn   &lt;a href="http://theinspiredroom.net/2008/09/18/20-little-things-to-treasure-in-autumn-2/"&gt;http://theinspiredroom.net/2008/09/18/20-little-things-to-treasure-in-autumn-2/&lt;/a&gt;    Searching for autumn quotes for the calligraphy group, I stumbled across all this inspiration  for not letting the joys of autumn slip passed unnoticed by yourself or your friends.  Lots of the inexpensive or free ideas would be even more fun with friends included.  There are head connections and heart connections and life requires both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-539130178878104186?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/539130178878104186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=539130178878104186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/539130178878104186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/539130178878104186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/cck08-movie-about-connections.html' title='CCK08 Movie About Connections'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-1188448625010249833</id><published>2008-09-22T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:24:33.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Library/Office Designs</title><content type='html'>Interior Design Advice for Home Office and Library Designs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://klassimo.com/?p=471"&gt;http://klassimo.com/?p=471&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to cocoon so I like the office that has the little bed built into the wall that can be hidden by a curtain.  Again for the same reason I like the last picture of the reading space created in the bookshelf but I would prefer a portable enclosure. &lt;br /&gt;I think I would make my whole world small and on wheels.  I should have been Edwardian - wearing safari clothing and setting up little England wherever I stop for a few moments - the picnic with the linen and china; the office in a leather suitcase that can be set up instantly atop a folding stand.&lt;br /&gt;So far I haven't overcome the fear of the evil drink instilled by my Baptist mom but if I could get comfortable with having a drink in the house, I certainly could see putting the wine cabinet in the study.  Why waste wine on the meal when I need something to relax and lower my blood pressure while sifting through the endless reams of paperwork on the off chance that any of it is important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-1188448625010249833?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/1188448625010249833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=1188448625010249833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1188448625010249833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1188448625010249833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-libraryoffice-designs.html' title='Home Library/Office Designs'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-7812334940676294443</id><published>2008-09-22T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:51:05.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK08'/><title type='text'>CCK08  Connectivism &amp; Economic Crisis</title><content type='html'>While the government is busy stabilizing the banking, insurance, stock market systems, everyone has to figure out how to come out of this situation as stronger and more capable human beings. If we pull together, we could create a much more civil society with the young and the old working together with the youth providing energy and daring and the old providing the collective wisdom of the forefathers and a deep understanding of human needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the tiniest of Canadian communities has an under-utilized senior's center. Most of those seniors lived through the Great Depression and know the skill sets that got them through it. They also know the community as a whole and how to rally its members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it can work because the Yukon Indians model it every day and they have survived some extremely hard times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-7812334940676294443?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/7812334940676294443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=7812334940676294443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7812334940676294443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7812334940676294443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/cck08-connectivism-economic-crisis.html' title='CCK08  Connectivism &amp; Economic Crisis'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-8934687075227461669</id><published>2008-09-20T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:07:13.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK08'/><title type='text'>CCK08 - Monique Bégin</title><content type='html'>I have no way of judging whether Connectivism is a learning theory or not but I suspect that George Siemens and Stephen Downes are beneficiaries of an attitude Monique Begin has fought for over the decades - that we all gain when the doors of possibility widen. Perhaps George and Stephen will only get a moment in the sun but it is a moment with potential to create a further widening in the door.  I suspect some people need a map to find Manitoba and may find that alone a hurdle as compared to an idea springing from Oxford or Princeton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Monique Bégin has worked tirelessly to improve the educational and health possibilities for Canadians who otherwise would have marginalized and streamed into a life of limited possibilities.  Before the Royal Commission on the Status of Women, women were either ignored in Canadian textbooks or they were consumers not originators of ideas or they were helpers not leaders.  The Royal Commision on Learning confirmed what poor mothers knew all along - that two children of identical intellectual ability were being streamed differently based on the economic status of their parents.  A child from a poor family was subtly encouraged to get job skills in high school whereas a better-dressed, more affluent child was more likely to be encouraged to not limit their choices by pursuing less academic courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know where I can find a collection of Begin's speeches and writings? Search her name on Wiki or try using google search to find a website devoted to her writings. The most obscure performer has a longer writeup. How can someone so outstanding be so obscure? How can someone who has effectively done so much to improve the lives of so many not be more widely known? Her work totally changed my perceptions of myself and totally changed my children's perceptions of their potential as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know who she is, here's the writeup from the World Health Organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Monique Bégin is from School of Management, University of Ottawa, Canada. A sociologist, Dr Bégin was the first woman from Québec elected to the House of Commons. Re-elected three times, she was twice appointed Minister of National Health and Welfare. She remains best known for the Canada Health Act 1984. An academic since she left politics, Dr Bégin taught in Women's Studies at Ottawa and Carleton Universities.&lt;br /&gt;Monique Bégin co-chaired the Royal Commission on Learning of Ontario and served on the International Independent Commission on Population and Quality of Life. A Fellow of the Royal Society of Canada, she received several honorary doctorates in recognition of her contribution to human rights and to public policies. In 1998, she was invested as Officer of the Order of Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-8934687075227461669?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/8934687075227461669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=8934687075227461669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8934687075227461669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8934687075227461669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/cck08-monique-bgin.html' title='CCK08 - Monique Bégin'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-6514798343978646458</id><published>2008-09-19T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:12:06.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CCK08 Theory &amp; Professional Agenda</title><content type='html'>My knowledge of educational theories is purely at the textbook level.  The theories that I've actually lived are in the nursing field.  I suspect that Connectivism will only be accepted as an educational theory if it is in alignment with the direction the educators have decided is best for the profession.  For what it's worth, here's a short history of nursing in Ontario since 1970.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the training was hospital-based and the hospital staff and patients set the curriculum, it was built around Virginia Henderson's 14 functions of basic nursing care.  Nursing was low-paid, labour-intensive and considered similar to a religious calling.  Students were paid a small stipend for their labour and had no tuition fees.  They lived for free in nurses residence and ate for free in the hospital cafeteria.  It was a popular choice for ambitious girls and often the only way girls from large families could get an education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurses looked around and saw what tradesmen and policemen earned and decided the path to better working conditions was to transfer education from the hospital to the Community Colleges.  In order to show that nursing was a real college program, Virginia Henderson was tossed out the window and the new curriculum was built around Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs.  It took a lot of effort to get student nurses to recognize their hierarchy of needs would be better met if they studied professional development which was basically about nursing unions, professional associations, the best method of charting to protect themselves in a malpractice suite, etc.  Students paid for their own books and tuitions and accommodation but with a combination of grants and loans anyone could afford to become a nurse and graduate with very little or no debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all graduating nurses are required to have a Bachelor of Science in Nursing and the current theorist providing the curricular framework is Bevis.  The 5 tools of Nursing Practice are Problem-Solving/Decision Making, Communication, Teaching/Learning, Caring, and Management/Planned Change.  Nursing is a separate but equivalent body of knowledge in the health sciences  with encouragement being given to pursue a Masters and a Doctorate in Nursing with the resulting increase in pay, status and power for the profession.  Canada has gone from producing a surplus of nurses to depending on immigration to fill its positions and control wages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect education is the same as nursing.   Either connectivism can be used to enhance the respect and compensation levels of teachers or it just won't fly regardless of its merits or lack thereof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-6514798343978646458?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/6514798343978646458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=6514798343978646458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6514798343978646458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6514798343978646458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/cck08-theory-professional-agenda.html' title='CCK08 Theory &amp; Professional Agenda'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-2193998403210695979</id><published>2008-09-19T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:26:21.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK08'/><title type='text'>Work Place Design</title><content type='html'>Every day I receive a google alert on work place design posts. Here's today's top post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jameskurtz.com/2008/09/17/my-design-workspace/"&gt;http://www.jameskurtz.com/2008/09/17/my-design-workspace/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited because I have a coffee table that I want out of the family room, a dining table I want out of a bedroom and down to the kitchen and the 2 small pieces of furniture currently holding the printer and processor in the spare room. When Peter gets home from school, there's going to be some serious furniture moving around here.   Paula will be relieved because I was begging her to make my coffee table look like hers which would require learning and doing some faux marbling technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read that the sheet of stuff you use when creating a shower wall makes a super economical whiteboard. Any ideas on how to hang the thing? I'm thinking maybe I'll have to get one of my kids to make a frame. If you've tried this project, tell me if it actually does make a good whiteboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-2193998403210695979?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/2193998403210695979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=2193998403210695979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2193998403210695979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/2193998403210695979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/work-place-design.html' title='Work Place Design'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-7225444553411059817</id><published>2008-09-19T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:28:47.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papers I Want to Read</title><content type='html'>As I'm wandering around the websites of Connectivism participants, I'm coming across papers I want to read (perhaps during the course but as I got bogged down by the number of short introductions, I'm sure most of the lengthy papers will be read more carefully after the course ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://davecormier.com/edblog/2008/06/03/rhizomatic-education-community-as-curriculum/"&gt;http://davecormier.com/edblog/2008/06/03/rhizomatic-education-community-as-curriculum/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher Education as Virtual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://connect.educause.edu/Library/EDUCAUSE+Review/HigherEducationasVirtualC/47220?time=1222064435"&gt;http://connect.educause.edu/Library/EDUCAUSE+Review/HigherEducationasVirtualC/47220?time=1222064435&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information Overload and Filtreing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sourcesandmethods.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-filter-stupid-and-other-links-of.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://sourcesandmethods.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-filter-stupid-and-other-links-of.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-7225444553411059817?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href="http://zaidlearn.blogspot.com/2007/08/free-books-about-e-learning-jane-knight.html"&gt;http://zaidlearn.blogspot.com/2007/08/free-books-about-e-learning-jane-knight.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-993354405781867425?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/993354405781867425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=993354405781867425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/993354405781867425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/993354405781867425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/useful-links.html' title='Useful Links'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-6037163839066995835</id><published>2008-09-18T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:49:08.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK08'/><title type='text'>Response to World Run by Buffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lisahistory.edublogs.org/2008/09/18/a-world-run-by-buffs/"&gt;http://lisahistory.edublogs.org/2008/09/18/a-world-run-by-buffs/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a thought-provoking article on being a history buff vs being a fully developed historian and whether or not buffs have anything worthwhile to contribute to well-established academic disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the bloggers I follow are Princeton theological students.  I read them mainly because I can.  It's amazing to me that someone in a small rural parish can have access to theological studies being conducted in Princeton.  I admire their brilliance and discipline and youth.  That said, I also think it's a lot of counting how many angels can dance on the head of a pin - interesting but not essential to the day-to-day survival of the church. &lt;br /&gt;Canon law is a much more compelling read.  Every time a Bishop in the United States is denied due process under Canon law I practically have a heart attack.  The job security yardstick used to be: Was a civil law broken?  Was a canon law broken?  Obedience to civil and Canon law was the life jacket.  k&lt;br /&gt;Most of us live life in the trenches.  We crawl through the mud, get shelled, suffer post traumatic stress syndrome, see our comrades fall, maybe take a hill today, be ordered to retreat tomorrow and be sent back the next day to reclaim the same minor hill.   An academic researcher can give a brilliant analysis, gain a Ph.D. and become the CNN expert commentator but to truly be the expert  you have to get some field experience.&lt;br /&gt;Theory is elegant and practice is a bloody mess.  Education does not adequately prepare anyone for life - it does give one a much wider assortment of tools and a list of standardized best practices which will have their usefulness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-6037163839066995835?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/6037163839066995835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=6037163839066995835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6037163839066995835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/6037163839066995835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/response-to-world-run-by-buffs.html' title='Response to World Run by Buffs'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-7753616435493169648</id><published>2008-09-18T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:36:58.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Interesting People</title><content type='html'>Annie Vallotton - Illustrator of the Good News Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibleillustration.blogspot.com/2008/09/guest-bible-artist-5.html"&gt;http://bibleillustration.blogspot.com/2008/09/guest-bible-artist-5.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-7753616435493169648?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/7753616435493169648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=7753616435493169648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7753616435493169648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/7753616435493169648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-interesting-people.html' title='Some Interesting People'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-1044894694034902238</id><published>2008-09-17T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:57:48.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK08'/><title type='text'>CCK08 Need How To Information</title><content type='html'>1. I would really appreciate it if I could sort out the postings by having more tagging provided. If members of the group have created a how-to video or have posted a visual analysis of data or found something particularly relevant, I want to create a google alert for those postings by using CCK08 plus a topic category. Perhaps someone is already doing this and I just haven't found the particular email that would point me to the sorted information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Before the course, going through google reader was my favourite computer activity. There must be a way to only have the Connectivism bloggers separated from my general interest bloggers similar to the explanation for separating the connectivism gmail from the regular gmail box. Would someone please direct me to the post explaining how to do this with the blogs entered into google reader? At the moment, I have a header for "Connectivism" and one for "Course Work" but it would be better to have them separated from the other 25 topics of importance to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-1044894694034902238?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/1044894694034902238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=1044894694034902238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1044894694034902238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/1044894694034902238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/cck08-need-how-to-information.html' title='CCK08 Need How To Information'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-8312053100698922924</id><published>2008-09-16T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:13:43.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CCK08 Progress Report</title><content type='html'>Finding Balance was a huge issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Stephen, Peter and I had to spend part of Saturday getting the house back to its normal chaotic state from the total disaster state it fell into.  My youngest son and his wife came from Windsor to celebrate her birthday on Saturday and my daughter and her boyfriend came from London on Sunday for supper so we had both an ok looking home and delicious homecooked meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.  I was spending so much time at the computer that I decided it was probably as dangerous as sitting through a transcontinental flight.  On Friday, I went back to line dancing classes and I'm also restarting t'ai chi.  Stephen found a great walking trail.  He does a speed walk to Tim Horton's for coffee (about 2 miles) and then picks up the dog and me for a more leisurely trail walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c.  I'm splitting my computer time between this course and the things I enjoyed before - my google alerts and the blogs I follow on google reader.  I'm also spending a bit of time every day looking at pictures on flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useful Things I've Learned and What I Need to Learn Soon&lt;br /&gt;1.  Following the video on how to get all the introductory messages out of the google inbox by setting up a label for CC08 took away that feeling of being overwhelmed by the volume of introductory emails.  However, once the label was applied, I only pull the introductions up once a day and I don't read nearly the same proportion of them. &lt;br /&gt;2.  I am really, really grateful that I can go to Delicious and find the blog addresses provided in the introductions. &lt;br /&gt;3.  Finally I've gotten around to creating an igoogle homepage that truly reflects my needs and increases my productivity. &lt;br /&gt;4.  I want to create a Wordle which I will then re-create using Calligraphy for the March page of a calendar the Calligraphy group is producing.  Our date night here is Calligraphy classes.  In the Windsor area, it was years of Choral Singing lessons.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I also want to explore my family communication options as this month the phone bill was $250 and it was mainly our kids phoning home and Stephen calling his dad and aunt.  We don't want to limit the calls - just reduce the expense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-8312053100698922924?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/8312053100698922924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=8312053100698922924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8312053100698922924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/8312053100698922924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/cck08-progress-report.html' title='CCK08 Progress Report'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-5444591178764222781</id><published>2008-09-12T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:45:55.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Enough</title><content type='html'>If you become an amazingly successful adult, don't whine to me about your crazy mother or your ill-educated teachers.  People give what they can and if you are outstanding what you were given was enough.  It's really hard to tell what is more motivating - wanting to be like a parent or vowing to never be like a parent.  Print and video are forever.  Don't abuse the power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-5444591178764222781?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5444591178764222781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=5444591178764222781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5444591178764222781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5444591178764222781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-enough.html' title='Good Enough'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-3097702275351972954</id><published>2008-09-11T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:33:11.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCK08'/><title type='text'>Reflections on Participatory Culture article</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="external text" title="http://digitallearning.macfound.org/atf/cf/%7B7E45C7E0-A3E0-4B89-AC9C-E807E1B0AE4E%7D/JENKINS_WHITE_PAPER.PDF" href="http://digitallearning.macfound.org/atf/cf/%7B7E45C7E0-A3E0-4B89-AC9C-E807E1B0AE4E%7D/JENKINS_WHITE_PAPER.PDF" rel="nofollow"&gt;Confronting the Challenges of Participatory Culture&lt;/a&gt; (.pdf)&lt;br /&gt;This article assumes that kids should start off running in the 21st Century in order to be on track for creating excellent web input and maybe having that multi-million dollar great idea by 14.  So now I'm going to lose all credibility by telling you why I'm not totally convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family has received 4 phone calls from Bishops in our lives saying something like, "We've prayed to the Holy Spirt and we believe that God is calling you to go to __________ and we go.  I believe God has a special place in his heart for clergy kids and when we are called to go somewhere, I believe that the move is part of God's developmental plan for my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has never called us to the Silicon Valley.  It would appear that the plan was to take the kids through the history of civilization.   We live in rectories so with all the moves we lived in the older section of the community with the church being the closest building to our house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our first posting was to a small (pop 450) village in the Yukon where the dominant culture was Southern Tutchone.  We left when the oldest was in Grade 2 but he had already learned through school how to jig for salmon, snare a rabbit, ride a horse, ride in a dog sled, recognize animal tracks, etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second posting was to a small town where the dominate culture was Scottish Presbyterian (almost identical to my birth community).  There my kids learned frugality, that adults make the rules, that someone sees whatever you are doing and out of love and friendship will phone your mom because character matters.  It was during this period that our oldest turned 12 and began sea cadets resulting in all of our children going through either sea or army cadets.  The military data base recognizes our names and CSIS has checked us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third posting was to a community near the Windsor/Detroit border.  We lived across the street from a Sikh temple, the Macedonian Orthodox Church and down the road from the Muslim school.  It was here that the boys all got jobs working on a beef farm and studied either auto body or auto mechanics and bought an assortment of vehicles older than themselves to fix.  It's also a place of home do-it-yourselfers so now two of my kids have bought a house this year and a third is looking for his fixer-upper first house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fourth posting was to a small community with an agricultural college and a declining population and economy.  Because of the economic situation, my husband works in 6 churches in 6 communities.  The move emptied the nest and gave the kids time and space to make their own good decisions about the direction they would like to take in life.  Eventually one son returned and discovered that there are opportunites here and he has been mentored and befriended by the men in the community.  If he hadn't moved here, he never would have discovered that he likes studying accounting at least as much as writing screenplays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the article could be right about starting off running in 21st Century culture, it's not a bad thing to have a wide range of survival skills just in case the world gets unplugged or fortunes fall in the computer industry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-3097702275351972954?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/3097702275351972954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=3097702275351972954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3097702275351972954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/3097702275351972954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/reflections-on-participatory-culture.html' title='Reflections on Participatory Culture article'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608274185392212216.post-5767788826063905010</id><published>2008-09-09T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:46:27.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth May</title><content type='html'>When Elizabeth May hit the news today, I said, "Oh my gosh, I know her"  Well not exactly know her but I could have identified her picture in a "name that person" contest.  No I did not know that she was an environmental lawyer and leader of the Green Party.  I had to check out her biography on Wiki to discover that.  Here is what made Elizabeth memorable for me - her Ottawa parties.  When I was thinking that maybe one day I might possibly host a gathering for my friends, I subscribed to a blog that posted pictures of the social life of Ottawa.  I wanted to know what people in Ottawa wore at their gatherings and more importantly what foods did the caterers pass around as they mingled.  Of all the parties I studied, Elizabeth May threw the ones I most wanted to attend.  There was something warm and down-home and unpretentious about her style of entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think the controversy over whether or not she can participate in the national debates isn't personal.   I think it is that mysterious attitude in North American culture that makes Palin a hottie and a political celebrity and Clinton and her sisterhood of the travelling pantsuits remind men of their first wives.  There is some magical age when a woman turns from an object that men lust after to an object that they are afraid to debate.   Even stranger is that most women feel most grounded, most confident, most their own person after that certain age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to Elizabeth all I can say is, "You go girl!"  And to the Ottawa establishment, I say chill out.   With such a short campaign period, we deserve a bit of entertainment - a really good debate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608274185392212216-5767788826063905010?l=ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5767788826063905010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608274185392212216&amp;postID=5767788826063905010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5767788826063905010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608274185392212216/posts/default/5767788826063905010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthdemitroff.blogspot.com/2008/09/elizabeth-may.html' title='Elizabeth May'/><author><name>ruthdemitroff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085975839034396455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8p_KSMxAgs/TgkDON8oVSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W8P8dQTSSXs/s220/187140_569630653_6175207_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
