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Dog Training Calling?

Sara Donadei — Tue Apr 01 15:47:38 UTC 2008

I have been training dogs now, as a hobby, for over 15 years. I love it. Despite the fact that I have had several great dog trainers beg me to work for them, I have always kept my dog training a passion, rather than a profession. My biggest concern has always been that if I bring money into the equation, it no longer becomes an “I want to” but an “I have to.” I want to be able to work with who I want, and turn away those I don’t. When it becomes your career you really can’t turn paying clients away - for several reasons… the first is – it’s your bread and butter. The second is word-of-mouth marketing – you don’t want it getting out that you turn folks away. Maybe you are an incompetent trainer? Third, you will be sending the paying client into someone else’s office – they get your money.
I love helping people understand and work with their dogs. It gives me the greatest pleasure. I also like having enough time (and energy!) to work my own dogs. Taking on students limits that. As I do not make my money training dogs, I do not promote myself as a “professional” dog trainer. I am, however, skilled in understanding canine behavior, and I have taught many classes in basic and advanced obedience, and even canine communication to dog training professionals. I never went out looking to do these things – typically people approach me or through contact me through word-of-mouth and ask me to teach them. I hate turning people away – especially in this area, as there are so few really good dog people down here to learn from. I am flattered to get such a “following” but I also sort of feel guilty. Some of my good friends are professional dog trainers, and by rights, these people should be going to them, not me.
I usually refer people who contact me to my professional dog trainer friends. They have the facilities, the resources and the scheduled classes to accommodate students. I also encourage them to “shop around” and find the instructor who “fits” them. Unfortunately, often these people come back to me and beg me to help them. I say “unfortunately” as I hate to turn them away, but it does put a crimp in my own training. I often do not have the time and energy to work my own dogs.
So what do I do? Do I continue to work full-time at my “day job” and train dogs at night and on weekends, ignoring the needs of my own pack? Right now, it is a scheduling puzzle – I fit people in wherever I can, many of them totally rearranging their schedules to be able to make an appointment with me. Often, the scheduling does not allow for consecutive weeks – it becomes piecemeal – but, thankfully, I do provide my students with lots of resources and “homework” so they have things to work on continually.
Or do I take that “jump” and go ahead and become a full-time dog trainer? It’s such a huge leap of faith. What if I crash and burn? What if I have a catastrophic medical problem and end up not being able to physically train dogs? And with economy so bad, is it a good idea? It seems I keep getting pulled back in to training dogs, so maybe I should just stop resisting and go with it? I don’t want my life (or my house) to become overrun with dogs, though, and I don’t want it to become a chore or a hassle. I want to love it like I do right now. It’s just – maybe all these students are a sign that I am missing – that dogs are my calling…? I would love to hear some opinions… do I go for it and start forming my own dog training company or just keep it a hobby?

Points of Departure (published on Jamendo)

Bruce McCosar — Tue Apr 01 13:58:25 UTC 2008

This has to be one of the fastest turnarounds I've seen. I uploaded my album yesterday, and today, less than 24 hours later, it is already available on Jamendo:

Jamendo : Points of Departure

It's a shorter album than my others -- 9 songs, and only 44 minutes long. However, I realized when I heard it that all the songs went together as a unit. I tried writing a few others, but for now, they're from a different universe. At any rate, listen and enjoy. After all, it's free.

Я - первый

Edward Shenderovich — Tue Apr 01 10:33:47 UTC 2008

А tema -- шестой.

см. lj.ru

On Parents and Confidentiality

Intrepid Eddie — Tue Apr 01 06:18:15 UTC 2008

The funny thing about the parent/child relationship is that there is no doctor/patient, lawyer/client, or priest/repentant confidentiality. What you tell one parent in assumed confidence, the other parent will know by the end of the day. I think we all know this instinctively the day we are born. Parents will raise us, protect us, nurture us, and tattle on us to each other.

This particular day, I was really pissed off. I don't remember what it was about, but knowing me, it was something stupid. Most likely, I was sent to my room for doing something I shouldn't have. (Though, it was probably my sister or brothers that did it and I was just the scapegoat.)

I was sent to my room as punishment, and there I stewed. Damn, I was mad, and I had no outlet. I wasn't much of a screamer/yeller when I got mad. I paced the room like a Las Vegas white tiger waiting for that dumbass Roy to step just an inch closer.

Boiling point reached, I stopped by my dresser and kicked the wall in frustration. Only my foot didn't stop at the wall.

A nice 10-inch hole appeared around my foot. At the time I was not familiar with drywall and its weaknesses.

Shit, shit, shit. I am in deep shit.

I pushed my dresser over a few feet to cover the hole. Perfect. Can't see a thing.

After that, I forgot all about the hole and went on with my life.

Not really, but it would have been nice. No, my conscience ate at me night and day. It came to the point where I could no longer stand the nagging voice in the back of my head; I had to confess.

For some reason, I felt that I would be better off telling dad. Usually mom was considered the softie. I brought dad down to my bedroom, pushed the dresser out of the way, and showed him my handiwork.

"I kicked that hole in the wall."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I was mad. I would appreciate it if you didn't tell mom."

Again, I don't know why I didn't want mom to know. But that was it. I unburdened my conscience, dad didn't seem too bothered by it, and mom was none the wiser.

The next day I walked into my room to find mom kneeling by my dresser, patching the hole with plaster of paris.

What the fuck?!

I was shocked. Even though I knew dad would tell mom, I still couldn't believe he did.

Well, shit. Now I either have to be good the rest of my life, or live with a guilty conscience every time I do something stupid.

Aw hell, I was raised Catholic. I can live with the guilt.

学习一下dandeline的使用技巧。

scott zou — Tue Apr 01 04:11:44 UTC 2008

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禁食禱告第一日

David C — Tue Apr 01 03:43:16 UTC 2008

2008/3/31

07:00 早餐開始禁食。到中午沒有什麼太多感覺

11:00 快到午餐了，蠻餓的…不行，得繼續堅持下去！

15:00 很餓了，而且肚子有點痛…這才想起我的胃不好…
嗚…該不會跟媽一樣、胃出血住院吧…><

16:30 媽打電話來指定要買港園牛肉麵當晚餐。
服務小姐端了一盤香噴噴的紅燒豬腳…竟然從我面前就這樣走過去…
噢！真的是受不了呀！只能趕快逃離現場…
到家後先洗個澡，感覺比較舒服了

17:30 買了五個便當，給晚上在家裡的讀經小組姊妹們吃。
她們在吃的時候，我只好一個人鎖在房間內禱告
一跪下眼淚就流下來…主啊！我實在是個驕傲、自以為義的大罪人！
我要先為自己悔改！為著我的屬靈光景、我的失敗，哭倒在神面前！
再為著一些聖徒的光景，好好為著人禱告！

20:00 胃實在很痛、整個人飄飄然，沒什麼力氣…只好抱著小的阿得睡覺了
姊妹還在虧我說：現在你可體會我以前減肥的痛苦了吧！
我：#$%@#$^#$&^……

03:00 突然醒來，然後老大阿勒也從自己的房間跑過來我們房間睡了
我就起床，讀了些書報信息到4點鍾，又回去睡了

born

Ragnar Jorgensen — Tue Apr 01 02:18:09 UTC 2008

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Bad day, bad nights, bad work, bad weather!

Twinview Land — Mon Mar 31 23:55:18 UTC 2008

Enough is sometimes too much! So the best way for me to continue is go inside me!

Work is bad, live goes nowhere, no interest to meet people, even not sure about my friend!

Alone means alone, I’d like to take my bike and go anywhere to no men land.

Good night, Gute nacht, Bonsoir!

You don’t really want to do that do you?

Creeva Murkado — Mon Mar 31 21:09:39 UTC 2008

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Kolo feels the pain here that I’m feeling right now.

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Brandon Kraft — Mon Mar 31 20:58:38 UTC 2008

A note about culture shock

Amanda Hefner — Mon Mar 31 16:54:24 UTC 2008

Everyone talks about experiencing culture shock when living in a different culture. I think there ought to be a better term - shock always sounded to me like something more immediate, something more short term. What I'm feeling is more like an extended out-of-body experience.

For example, I tend to wake up at 6:00 every morning - more than an hour before my alarm clock goes off - to a relatively quiet world that gradually fills up with the sounds of motoconchos, barking dogs, gallos, and rapid Spanish yelled from house to house. I look around the unfamiliar room from where I lie under my green mosquito net cocoon and find myself mildly surprised to discover that I'm still in the Dominican Republic. It's hard to explain - not a rational thing, like I'm expecting to magically wake up in Nebraska for some reason - but it´s just sort of like, in the fuzzy brain-state of waking, I realize all over again that the continuity of my waking up in the states everyday has been broken.

It's not to say that I'm unhappy here - I'm certainly not - but there's just a very definite separation from the familiar that can get really uncomfortable sometimes. There's not really any place I can get away from it - no matter where I go, I'm still here.

I suppose I'm just feeling a little homesick. It's the little things I miss that make me realize it. I miss being able to get into my car and just drive, to feel like I have control over my surroundings and over where I'm going and what happens. I miss being able to disappear into my room with a book or with my computer and not having to worry that I'm coming off as being antisocial. I miss being able to say exactly what I want to say exactly the way I want to say it. I miss fast food restaurants. I miss not being stared at all the time. I miss my apartment, I miss my own bed. And then I start thinking about Nebraska and about all of the people back home and it's like yesterday, tearing up a little bit in the internet cafe, looking at photos from Easter - I just start to get a little sad.

It's not that I don´'t like it here and I want to come home. I really do like it here an awful lot - I mean, there's certainly lots to like. It's just that it's such a surreal sort of day-to-day existence that sometimes I feel like I'm waiting either for the axe to fall or for someone to come out laughing from behind a curtain and tell me it's all been some big game, like I'm on Candid Camera, and for everyone to suddenly start talking in perfect English and acting like Americans.

I think it's mostly just a longing for what I can easily, intrinsically comprehend. When we first came here, we were all braced and ready for some huge culture shock, so we were willing to take everything in stride - the language, the food, new customs, new religion, new ways of dressing, everything. But now, though the novelty is starting to wear off a bit, the differentness continues - and somedays it's hard not to daydream about waking up tomorrow in my apartment, taking a long, hot shower, getting in my car, driving to Subway, and ordering a huge sandwich loaded with vegetables - or just driving, rolling down the window, doing sixty down some long stretch of Nebraska highway with my elbow wing cutting the breeze and the wind in my hair.

Simply put, whenever someone asks me about how I like being in the Peace Corps, how it's going, I usually just respond that every day is an adventure. It is - because everyday, I wake up in the Dominican Republic and it's different. Somedays, the adventure is really exciting and I'm really gung ho about doing it. Otherdays, I wish my life could just be (my North American brand of) normal.

This is My Brain. This is a Date. This is My Brain on a date

Terry Elisabeth Wynd — Mon Mar 31 16:52:56 UTC 2008

So. I had a date !
The guy is on Facebook, nice enough, not very detailed in his emails, can't even put a picture on his profile. But I had seen him on Zoosk. Sex, relationships, exes were not discussed online.
We decided to see each other at Juliette and Chocolat. Boy was I nervous. He's Vietnamese, he is a cook, he is learning how to do chocolates, he's 31, has grown up here in Quebec.
I ordered a milkshake while waiting for him. He arrived late and said (first red flag) "I'm always late".

We talked and we laughed, we like to read, we have eclectic tastes in music and books, we love to cook (obviously), we both are single and have been for more than a year.
(Second red flag) "One day, I woke up, my girlfriend was at work and there was a letter, she was leaving me. Have not seen her since."

He invited me to go to the market with him and I said yes. Haven't been at that specific market in a while. He started buying many things and offered to make me dinner. Didn't want me to pay for anything. I hesitated but I agreed. He was nice.
We went to many other stores : shrimps, oysters, chocolate etc.

Nothing was indicating that we were more than friends or would be.

We went at his place. Clean enough, bathroom was clean, the guy has a green thumb. I went to the washroom. (Third red flag, he still has sanitary napkins from his previous relationship...three years ago and more than one toothbrush)

He cooked everything by himself, we drank rum. He was funny and charming. (Another red flag, he says he's sorry about everything, many times during the conversation, often after I have been complimenting him). Made a pouty face when talking about his ex.

(Another red flag, he works between 60 and 80 hours a week) (Oh and he smokes)

He says he doesn't have time to do anything because he works so much (red flag). He says he's not alcoholic (Red flag he drinks a beer every day and at the end of the meal he was sitting on the floor because he drank too much).

We have things in common with our families too. He studied in Anthropology and dropped out before his Master's because he loved cooking more than anthropology. He wanted to do something he liked. He's a perfectionist.

He didn't want me to leave but I would not stay even on his sofa. He asked for a massage which was okay because, well, it was with his clothes on. It was brief (massage). He is subtle...casually veering me towards The Kiss. Not subtle enough that I don't see what's going on. We did eventually kissed and he tried...subtly...to manipulate me to stay. I did miss two buses. But, really I wanted to go home and my cat wasn't fed...and I didn't tell him before this morning (by email) that I had a migraine and was shaking. I told him many times that I wanted to take my time.

Before we went to the bus, he asked for my number (yeah, I know, we hadn't even spoken on the phone), he waited for the bus with me. And he sent me with a doggy bag...and said he wanted to have his tupperwares back. I became so red he laughed at me. I am supposed to make him pâté chinois next week...if things go well.

He called me to make sure I had arrived okay and said many times that he had a nice day.

This morning (Monday) he wrote syaing he had a great time, loved to kiss me, I do great massages...asked if he made me have nightmares. I said no but I hadn't told him I had a migraine so I didn't sleep too well, I am going to look for an acupuncturist. So he didn't reply after that...Is it because he feels guilty (he says he's sorry all the time), because he went to work, because he is like my mom and says nothing when someone says they're in pain ? I said it wasn't his fault in my email and I hadn't told him (I thought it would "go away").

These red flags...they bug me.

My Brain. On a date. Exhausting.

寫給自己的日記:今天過的如何?

ypchen ypchen — Mon Mar 31 16:03:02 UTC 2008

Way Back Into Love

I've been living with a shadow overhead
我活在陰影之下

I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed
烏雲伴我共枕

I've been lonely for so long
一直孤單好久

Traped in the past, I just can't seem to move on
困在過去，似乎就是無法往前走

I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away
我把所有的希望和夢想藏起來

Just in case I ever need them again someday
只為了有一天可能又需要他們

I've been setting aside time
我總留點時間

To clear a little space in the corners of my mind
淨化心裡的小角落

All I want to do is find a way back into love
我只要重新找到愛的感覺

I can't make it through without a way back into love
若沒有愛的感覺我辦不到

Oh oh oh

I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine
我留心觀察然而繁星不願發亮

I've been searching but I just don't see the signs
我一直搜尋但看不到任何徵兆

I know that it's out there
我知道它不在那裡

There is got to be something for my soul somewhere
但一定有個為我靈魂而生的東西在某處

I've been looking for someone to shed some light
我一直尋找著讓我發光的人

Not just somebody just to get me throught the night
而非只是個陪我過夜的傢伙

I could use some direction
我能使用一些指示

And I am open to your suggestions
而且我可能是你的暗示

All I want to do is find a way back into love
我只要重新找到愛的感覺

I can't make it through without a way back into love
若沒有愛的感覺我辦不到

And if I open my heart again
若我再次敝開心房

I guess I am hoping you will be there for me in the end
我想我希望最後你會在那裡等我

There are monents when I don't know if it is real
有時候我不確定它是不是真的

Or if anybody feels the way I feel
或許有人和我心有戚焉

I need inspiration
我需要妙計

Not just another negotiation
而非又一個妥協

All I want to do is find a way back into love
我只要重新找到愛的感覺

I can't make it through without a way back into love
若沒有愛的感覺我辦不到

And if I open my heart to you
若我為你打開心房

I am hoping you will show me what to do
希望你會告訴我該怎麼做

And if you help me to start again
若你幫我重新開始

You know that I will be there for you in the end
你知道最後我會在那裡等你

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昨天看完k歌情人，雖然只是很並通的故事，不過這首歌的歌詞卻打動了我

我一直都走不出過去陰影，所以才看不到陽光吧

有時多希望有那麼個人就在前方，可是也只是希望而已

偶爾也有那麼一刻，希望時光可以倒流

但是，夢醒了，還是得面對殘酩的現實

這首歌，真是我的知已

希望這個知己可以伴我走過這段低潮

Upgraded to Wordpress 2.5

Creeva Murkado — Mon Mar 31 15:43:35 UTC 2008

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So even though I previously wrote that wordpress 2.5 wasn’t ready for me yet, I’ve upgraded. It seems that I’m taking chances seeing if my plugins work - so far so good for the most part. I don’t know if I’ll say happy with it, but only time will truly tell me.

Wish me luck.

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Cat out o'the bag?

Bernard (ben) Tremblay — Mon Mar 31 15:17:50 UTC 2008

A while back I did a little online work for a guy on the other side of the Atlantic ... just helping him re-design the frontpage of his commercial site. Not rocket science, but not thumb-twiddling either. Thing is, he had no means of paying me. I don't have credit card, so paypal is out. Anyhow, he got me an account at DreamHost which I've been using to slowly develop my project. I've been in "stealth mode" for years ... cat definitely in the bag. Well, I just let the cat's head out:

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Girl Dies While Parents Pray

Sara Donadei — Mon Mar 31 14:57:17 UTC 2008

This story makes my heart ache. An 11 year old girl, stricken with a treatable form of Diabetes, died after about a month of terrible illness as the diabetes ravaged her body. Rather than seeking medical treatment, her parents “prayed” for her. They believe that their lack of faith is what killed her.
How could parents let this happen??? Are they INSANE? And what about the other kids in the house? Why didn’t they alert someone? Apparently, it was a relative living in California that tipped off police, as the child had not been seen by a doctor since she was 3 and did not attend school.
The poor girl, identified as Madeline Neumann, was seriously ill for approximately 30 days before she finally died – her parents apparently did not expect her to die… What?? Are you serious??? The symptoms alone are tortuous – nausea, vomiting, weakness, no appetite, weight loss and extreme thirst and frequent urination. She died of Diabetic Ketoacidosis.
What a horrible death. How horrible that those parents killed their beautiful child in such a manner. How could they just stand by and watch her die? And apparently, the mother believes the daughter could still be “resurrected.” The poor girl was pronounced dead on Sunday at a hospital local to Weston, Wisconsin. The parents apparently run a coffee shop in the Wausau suburb. I can’t wait to see the hate mail those folks get. Extremity in any form is absolutely repulsive to me – look at what it can do – make people insane and kill their children. Obviously those folks are NOT right. They have three other kids, too – I pray that those kids are perfectly healthy into adulthood and find a NORMAL spouse. Personally, I think that the kids should be removed from that house… what happens if one of them is gravely ill? Can you imagine the suffering if something like a burst appendix?
I am all for religious freedoms – this country was founded on the concept, but when religious beliefs take the life of a child, I do have issues with that. It’s all well and good if an adult chooses to forgo medical attention for religious reasons, but to make that choice for a child is not fair. This girl was 11 years old – way under the age of consent of any sort. How can an 11 year old have the religious conviction to allow her life to end? If she can’t enter into a contract, vote or drink I think it is reasonable to believe that she would be too emotionally immature to make such a decision.
I understand that her parents believe they did the right thing for her, but the fact remains that, whatever the reason, they allowed her to suffer and die. God gave us the knowledge and medical advancement to be able to treat such an inborn metabolic error like Diabetes. Truly, if you believe that God heals – you can say God heals through our knowledge and our health care providers. If He didn’t want us to know, we wouldn’t, right? God is omnipotent. And if God wants to take us back, He does. Look at that recent story about the woman who was on vacation boating with her family in Florida, and a spotted eagle ray leaped out of the water, hit her in the head, killing her.
What these parents did also goes against all parental instincts, too. That’s what makes it so heinous, I think. They must be insane to do what they did to their own child. The last time she had seen a physician was as a 3 year old for some shots. What happened in those intervening years? They obviously cared enough to vaccinate her as a youngster, but then, 8 years later, they rely solely on the Almighty to heal her?
Personally, I feel that charges should be pressed. I do feel that children under the age of 18 need to be protected from insane parents – whether they are parents who actively abuse their children or do it passively, like these people. If they can’t use common sense, they don’t deserve the gift of a child.

Migraines

Terry Elisabeth Wynd — Mon Mar 31 13:39:14 UTC 2008

I had a migraine yesterday while I was on a date. Makes things a bit fuzzy. Have been having migraines all last week. Am now feeling exhausted, tired and cranky. Don't feel like smiling and having fun.

Stronger

Terry Elisabeth Wynd — Mon Mar 31 13:24:29 UTC 2008

I went to my pilates class this morning. I now keep my alarm clock on every day so I'm able to get up early enough to enjoy morning classes and, of course, the day. Every day I wake up at 7, even on Sundays. Unless I went to bed late and then on Sundays I get up at 9.
For the last years I used to sleep all day because I had nothing better to do, I felt lonely and was so depressed with my life. Losing a fiance, a cat and a job plus abuse the same year will do that to you. Starting therapy was really hard on my moral also.
Since I started going back to the gym - after being on house arrest for two years because of an ankle injury - I feel so much better ! I don't sleep all the time because I have more energy. I feel stronger, more present in my body.
I had taken pilates classes a few years back. I really liked it but I have to give credit to the instructor who was incredible with us. I have started it again a few weeks ago and it does make me stronger. I already have more muscle and a better posture. At least I know when I slouch, bend the spine, etc. The yoga class I take also helps.
Yesterday was my yoga class after work. The instructor just came back from India for a month long class. She says she missed us. Well, we missed her as well ! She teaches with blocks and a belt so we are more careful in our postures. Less accidents. The instructor who replaced her made us parctice our balance which is difficult for me because of my ankle. My arch isn't ...arched anymore, so I wobble. I have to do beginner's balance poses instead.
Being more grounded and solid in my body reminds me of when I had taken a self-defense class. I felt so more confident knowing I could defend myself. It has been a while but I still have the reflexes I developped in that class. I wish I had taken it before that. A friend had offered to pay for this type of class because he knew I had a tendency to be in trouble. But I had refused, I wasn't ready, didn't think I needed it that much. AH. If I had been more lucid I would have seen how much I needed to do this. It took a 300lbs and 6'3" guy that I couldn't get off me to make me angry and afraid enough to take the class. I have never regretted it even if I was shaky in class and had flashbacks. I think it's the only thing that makes it okay to have flashbacks. Otherwise I could do without.
If it didn't cost this much I would take other classes that interest me. You learn how to defend yourself when you are abused verbally and physically. There are classes for defending yourself against guns and knives also. Of course, if you get shot then...you're dead. But if the attacker comes toward you, then you can disarm him/her. Or maybe just injure the attacker. In self-defense, the goal is to punch/kick/render blind and deaf (lol) and then run away. Works with me. What I love is that I can kill with a pen. And I was the only girl in class who had no problem with the thought of sticking my fingers in the nose or eyes of my attacker. I knew that it could come to that. Now I know how.

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