It always worries me when I think that the flat screen TV mounts aren’t installed properly and could come tumbling down at any time. Besides wrecking the TV, it could damage other things that would be in the path of its falling down, even hurting some one if they were in the way as well.
Even though I am pretty handy with tools and can do a lot of odd jobs around the place, I would never attempt to install something like that myself.
My sister’s kids, ages 9, 7, and 5 years of age have been watching Clifford the Big Red Dog for many years. Clifford is a program I trust, and teaches them many valuable life-long lessons of importance. With personalities such as Clifford himself, to Jorge and Daffodil, Clifford the Big Red Dog is a fun and exciting educational cartoon series. The show is highly community-based, and one thing I have noticed from the kids’ viewing of the series is that they recognize public officials and know to trust them, as if the show ingrained in them a sense of security around them.
I have even heard the five year old exclaim to a police officer, “you wear a badge just like the one in Clifford.” The show itself teaches children to be not only active physically, but shows them the importance of taking a role in your community. It has shown them how various public servants perform on their jobs and given them a respect for these positions and why they are key to building strong communities.
To me, Clifford has become an invaluable educational tool, and it is quite fun for the children to watch and enjoy, and holds their attention well. Clifford the Big Red Dog is on multiple times throughout the day and evening, as we all have Satellite TV and can get it throughout the various networks that play the series.
It seems that things aren’t so peachy or rosy in Rainbow City down Alabama way. Sounds kinda kooky but it is late and I’ve spent the last couple of hours just casually cruising around the Internet and I’ve come across a lot of information that is becoming a bit boggled in my brain at this point.
But back to Rainbow City, well in a round about way sorta kinda. My favorite all time movie is The Wizard of Oz and due to this early fascination with everything about the movie, especially rainbows. My room used to be filled with My Little Ponies and Rainbows and I know every word to the song “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” and sang it many times at family events before I turned into my tween years and didn’t know any better. LOL
So while mindlessly surfing I ran across the words home security rainbowcity it hit a nerve while sounding just a bit ironic and sad at the same time to see that a city that sounds so wonderful has to worry about any type of security issue. I hope I’m not sounding crazy at this point, it is now just a bit after midnight and I really have no business typing anything that anyone will be reading any time soon, but what the heck. When I’m done here maybe I can find The Wizard of Oz on one of many movie channels that I have going on with my Direct TV subscription. I still get goose bumps (the good kind) when Dorothy lands in Oz and everything changes from black and white into all the colors of the rainbow and every color in-between, it is so beautiful and enchanting! The bad kind of goose bumps come into play when all those creepy flying monkeys come into the picture, nasty critters they are.
I grew up listening to a wide variety of music that my parents listened to. I just love You Tube. I’ve found so many wonderful music videos to listen to and watch while I’m online. Check out this wonderful piece by Luciano, Pavarotti and Sting, it’s awesome and for some reason I just can’t get enough of it today!
If you are looking for a good book to read that describes the horror that millions of young girls and women deal with female genital mutilation, then I would urge you to read Desert Flower, written by Waris Dirie and Cathleen Miller. I understand that there was a movie produced in 2009 based on this book that I am going to try to find to watch and pass on to others that I think will appreciate knowing about these atrocities that I can’t even write about without getting a stomach and head ache.