Babies Everywhere !!! - Internet Gems

1930's Quiz

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 14:24:02 +0200

As a 1930s wife, I am
Superior

Starry Night

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 09:00:00 +0200

This is a beautiful 3d computer animation of Van Gough's "Starry Night" painting, created by Robbie Dingo, using a software known as Second Life. At one time this impressive 3d computer model was online, so you could actually walk around this painting, sadly it no longer exists but this film gives you a glimpse of what an amazing world he created.

Want to learn more about the software used follow this link to the Second Life website.

Trial and Jury

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Fri, 05 Jan 2007 12:30:42 +0100

Fancy being on a jury?!?

Don't want to leave the house...then here is e-Jury for you.

http://www.ejury.com/sample_case_1.html

You can read a real pre-trial and be paid for it, assuming you are a non-lawyer American.

My daughter the BF militant......

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 21:00:00 +0100

This is the funniest breastfeeding related story I have heard, found on the hunnybeez parenting web site

Went to Abigail's school Christmas concert (no "proper" Nativity this year ). Each class did a little something followed by a song or 2. Anyway, Ab's class did a Nativity scene, with Ab as Mary ( How proud was I?). A few mins into their bit Ab promptly lifted her dress & shoved baby Jesus up it. The script then wandered away from what they'd learnt & goes as follows....

Joseph: "What are you doing?"
Mary: "I'm feeding our baby"
Shepherd: "Have you got a bottle up there then?"
Mary: "Don't be silly he's having milk from my booby"
Joseph: "That's disgusting"
Mary: "No, that baby milk they have in Tescos is disgusting. My baby's having proper milk"
Shepherd: "What's a booby?"
Mary: "Those sticky out bits ladies have"
Shepherd: "They're not boobies, they're nipples"
Mary: "No they're not, they're boobies"
Joseph: "So why can't Jesus have milk from a bottle then?"
Mary: "Because I haven't got a breast pump with me - you forgot to put it on the donkey"
Shepherd: "Can't you ask the teacher for a bottle to feed Jesus with?"
Mary: "No because this is the best way to feed Jesus. Anyway bottles haven't been invented yet & even if they were I've just had a baby so if you think I'm faffing about round Tescos to buy baby milk when I make proper milk in my boobies you can think again"

I felt a teeny bit sorry for their class teacher - she did try her best to steer them back towards their proper lines but she was laughing so much she didn't really stand a chance. The line about Joseph forgetting the breast pump finished her off - she slid to the floor & couldn't get up for laughing....

Who says English is an easy language?

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Wed, 15 Nov 2006 08:06:00 +0100

The bandage was wound around the wound

The farm was used to produce produce.

The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.

We must polish the Polish furniture.

He could lead if he would get the lead out.

The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.

Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.

A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.

When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.

I did not object to the object.

The insurance was invalid for the invalid.

There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.

They were too close to the door to close it.

The buck does funny things when the does are present.

A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.

To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.

The wind was too strong to wind the sail.

After a number of injections my jaw got number.

Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.

I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.

How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?

How addictive

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Sat, 28 Oct 2006 20:07:36 +0200

Goggle is asking people to categorise images, in order to improve their image searches.

In order to stop idiots writing inappropriate and stupid titles, they have invented a buddy system, which turns a boring task into a simple game.

You are randomly matched with another geek who is on the website at the same time. The same image is shown to you both and we both quickly type in what words describe the picture. If you and your partner type in the same word for the same picture...you both get points. It is harder than you think to match as you have no idea what the other person has written.

It is sadly addictive

You'll find me at imagelabeler

Enjoy

Angel

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Thu, 26 Oct 2006 21:30:00 +0200

Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born, so one day she asked God: They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?

Among the many angels out there, I chose a special one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you.

But tell me, here in heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile; that's enough for me to be happy.

Your angel will sing for you and will smile for you every day, and you will feel your angel's love and that will make you happy.

And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that they speak?

Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.

And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?

Your angel will place your hands together and teach you how to pray.

I have heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?

Your angel will protect you even if it means risking her life.

But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore?

Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you.

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices on earth could already be heard, and the child in a hurry asked softly: Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name.

Your angel's name is of no importance; you will call your angel Mummy.

Awww

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Mon, 16 Oct 2006 09:00:00 +0200

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow,

For babies grow up, I've learned, to my sorrow.

So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.

I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.

(Babychair at 10 days old and I catching up on sleep)

Giant Girl Doll Puppet

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Mon, 31 Jul 2006 21:59:43 +0200

Wow, such a cute and freaky video

Click here to play video

For every type of mother...

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Fri, 14 Jul 2006 18:12:00 +0200

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night
with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up puke
laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid
saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here"

Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end
soothing crying babies who can't be comforted. This
is for all the mothers who show up at work
with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their
blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make
cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who DON'T.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies
they'll never see. And the mothers who took those
babies and gave them homes.

This is for the mothers whose priceless art
collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on
metal bleachers at football, hockey or soccer games
instead of from the warmth of their cars,
so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me,
Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have
missed it for the world," and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their
kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair
when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner.
And for all the mothers who count to
ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their
children and explained all about making babies. And
for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just
couldn't find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry,
so their children can eat.

For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice
a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just
one more time."

This is for all the mothers who taught their
children to tie their shoelaces before they started
school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro
instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to
cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns
automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a
crowd, even though they know their own offspring are
at home -- or even away at college.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to
school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be
just FINE once they got there, only to get calls
from the school nurse an hour later asking them to
please pick them up. Right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray,
who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they
bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of recent school
shootings, and the mothers of those who did the
shooting.

For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers
who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging
their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their
children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home
safely from a war.

What makes a good Mother anyway?

Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability
to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a
shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when
you watch your son or daughter disappear down the
street, walking to school alone for the very first
time?

The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from
bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back
of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M.
when you just want to hear their key in the door and
know they are safe again in your home?

Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug
your child when you hear news of a fire, a car
accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our
thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through
diaper changes and sleep deprivation...

And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

Single mothers and married mothers.

Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we
can. Tell them every day that we love them. And
pray.

"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we
all fall.

Don't Date Him Girl !?!

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Wed, 21 Jun 2006 17:27:00 +0200

What does a modern woman do, when the love of her life cheats on her....apparantly she reports the cheating ratbag on the Don't Date Him Girl website.

I had a quick look thought the online databases of cheaters and I found seven in my home town of Sheffield !!!

I am so glad, that I'm happily married and no longer on the dating scene.

The Machiavelli Test

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Tue, 13 Jun 2006 12:38:40 +0200

This survey itself measures only one thing -- whether you subscribe to the ideas of a 16th century Italian political philosopher. But experiments have shown that reactions to Machiavelli act as a kind of litmus test, delineating differences in temperament that can be confirmed with more traditional personality inventories. High Machs constitute a distinct type: charming, confident and glib, but also arrogant, calculating and cynical, prone to manipulate and exploit. (Think Rupert Murdoch, or if your politics permit it, President Clinton.)

True low Machs, however, can be kind of dependent, submissive and socially inept. So be sure to invite a high Mach or two to your next dinner party.

Click here to take the test

My Result
The Machiavelli personality test has a range of 0-100
Your Machiavelli score is: 41
You are a low Mach, you reject Machiavelli's opinions.
Most people fall somewhere in the middle, but there's a significant minority at either extreme.

I didnt want to simply watch people stealing from me....

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Sat, 22 Apr 2006 22:47:25 +0200

For original article click here, full copyrights remain with original author

Drive-offs cost the petrol retailing sector nearly £12 million pounds a year. However the personal cost in terms of frustration at the lack of being able to do anything about a crime that can wreak havoc on your business is not so easy to quantify.

But one man has become so incensed by the sheer cheek of the criminals who perpetrate such acts, that he has made it his lifes work to come up with a solution to crack the problem of drive-offs altogether. He believes he has now succeeded with the launch of Drivestop, which he describes as a range of solutions to combat vehicle-based theft.

Drivestop is now market ready and is prepared to face these culprits head on, says Jaginder Mudhar known as Jag. I want to see the Drivestop system in every forecourt in Britain. I didnt create Drivestop to make me a millionaire (although that would be nice). I created it for revenge. These criminals put me out of business, and I intend to make it my business to put them out of the business of stealing petrol.

The path to creating the Drivestop range, which is presented to the market today, has been long and arduous, as there have been many hurdles to overcome. When I first looked into tackling the problem of drive-offs I was told about CCTV systems but I didnt want to simply watch people stealing from me, says Jag. I was also told about ANPR, the number plate recognition system. But that costs £25,000 who can afford that? There were a lot of security companies supplying off-the-shelf systems, but none looking at the particular problem of drive-offs.

I wanted a system that would trap the culprits on the forecourt catch them in the act, says Jag. I first thought of a ramp, but no ramp is going to stop a determined driver. Through consultation with all relevant parties police, fire licensing officer, council, health and safety, environmental protection and so on, he discovered that the system had to be something that was safe and customer friendly; it had to be legal, and had to establish that a person had no intention of paying before driving off. It also had to be reliable and incur minimum damage to the vehicle.

It was a tall order, which is why it has taken six years and a great deal of hard work, testing and modifying designs and materials to fulfill the many complex criteria. Jags first idea of a system that traps cars on the forecourts alongside the pump as it deflates the tyres has been modified beyond recognition.

A big stumbling block was that we didnt want to deflate the front tyres which would destabilise the car and cause it to crash into a pump or pedestrian. As long as youve got steering, brakes and inflated front wheels, the police agree there is no way someone could lose control, says Jag. Another problem was the safety of the cashier. We didnt want to solve one problem and cause another with potential violence through a frustrated drive-off trapped on the forecourt.

At the heart of the Drivestop system and what Jag and his partner Mike George have spent many long days and nights working on is a patented syringe system which, when triggered will inject a ferrule into the tyre wall. The size of this ferrule determines the length of time a tyre takes to deflate giving the culprit the chance to drive away from the forecourt and be picked up a certain distance away with two deflated rear tyres and only one spare. Instant tyre repair solutions such as Tyreweld cant fix it. Importantly the system is no longer alongside the pump, but at the entrance and exit of the forecourt so much more straightforward to install.

However, ironically the tyre deflating part of the system is unlikely to ever be used. In tests on a Midlands forecourt over the past year, the threat of the system has been enough to scare people away, and reduced the incidence of drive-offs from £4,000 a year to nil. Written warnings on the forecourt warn people of the consequence of driving off without paying. In its full glory, if the cashier sees a potential drive-off he will trigger an effective audio-visual warning flashing warning red lights (which are normally set at green) at the exit, a loud piercing alarm, accompanied by a loud audio announcement: Warning! Your vehicle registration has been recorded and you will be prosecuted. The warning is sounded three times so the motorist is in no doubt as to what is going on, and the incident is then brought to the attention of everyone in the vicinity added witnesses, critical for successful prosecution. The ramp is raised meaning the driver must be determined to get away to drive over it. If the driver persists in trying to get away the tyre deflation system will be triggered.

Drivestop is available in several options, starting with the P7 Trafcon system for around £1,800 to the full Drivestop P7 for £8-£10,000. For more details call 0121 505 8086 or see the website www.drivestop.com.

Apparantly these are starting to pop up in Sheffield Tesco's petrol stations...I'll have to locate one to have a look at this interesting system

Are you old ?

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Fri, 17 Mar 2006 09:00:00 +0100

According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 60's, 70's and early 80's probably shouldn't have survived, because our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and licked.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pans.

When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip-flops and fluorescent 'spokey dokey's' on our wheels. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or airbags - riding in the passenger seat was a treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle and it tasted the same.

We ate chips, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy juice with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.

We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no-one actually died from this.

We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We would leave home in the morning and could play all day, as long as We were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us and no one minded.

We did not have Play stations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no DVDs, no Internet chat rooms.

We had friends - we went outside and found them.

We played elastics and rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt!

We fell out of trees, got cut, and broke bones but there were no law suits.

We had full on fist fights but no prosecution followed from other parents.

We played chap-the-door-run-away and were actually afraid of the owners catching us.

We walked to friends' homes.

We also, believe it or not, WALKED to school; we didn't rely on mummy or daddy to drive us to school, which was just round the corner.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls. We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of...They actually sided with the law. This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

And you're one of them. Congratulations!

Pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow as real kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good.

For those of you who aren't old enough, thought you might like to read about us. This my friends, is surprisingly frightening......and it might put a smile on your face: The majority of students in universities today were born in1986........They are called youth.

They have never heard of We are the World, We are the children, and the Uptown Girl they know is by Westlife not Billy Joel. They have never heard of Rick Astley, Bananarama, Nena Cherry or Belinda Carlisle.

For them, there has always been only one Germany and one Vietnam.
AIDS has existed since they were born.
CD's have existed since they were born.
Michael Jackson has always been white.
To them John Travolta has always been round in shape and they can't imagine how this fat guy could be a god of dance.
They believe that Charlie's Angels and Mission Impossible are Films from last year.
They can never imagine life before computers.
They'll never have pretended to be the A Team, Red Hand Gang or the Famous Five.
They'll never have applied to be on Jim'll Fix It or Why Don't You.
They can't believe a black and white television ever existed. And they will never understand how we could leave the house without a mobile phone.

Now let's check if we're getting old :-
1. You understand what was written above and you smile.
2. You need to sleep more, usually until the afternoon, after a night out.
3. Your friends are getting married/already married.
4. You are always surprised to see small children playing comfortably with computers.
5. When you see teenagers with mobile phones, you shake your head.
6. You remember watching Dirty Den in East Enders the first time around.
7. You meet your friends from time to time, talking about the good Old
days, repeating again all the fun you have experienced together.
8. Having read this mail, you are thinking of forwarding it to some other
friends because you think they will like it too...

Yes, you're getting old!!!

These Last Few Hours

jenny@babieseverywhere.com (BabiesEverywhere) — Tue, 07 Feb 2006 21:29:44 +0100

Beautiful tale found on the internet, author unknown

It is important to me
that I spend a part
of the next few hours here
alone with you in the darkness.

You and I will never be
this close again.
By morning you will be
a tiny person
all on your own.
No longer the kicking,
demanding bulge in my body
that I have grown to love so well.

I pray that God will safely guide you
on your journey tonight,
and I ask Him for the strength
to help you all that I can.

Again you signal,
your impatience
to be free.......

Time to wake your Daddy