0 - s, z, soft-c - remember as 'z is first letter of zero'
1 - d, t, th - remember as letters with 1 downstroke
2 - n - remember as having 2 downstrokes
3 - m - has three downstrokes
4 - r - imagine a 4 and an R glued together back-to-back
5 - L - imagine the 5 propped up against a book end (L)
6 - j, sh, soft-ch, dg, soft-g - g is 6 rotated 180 degrees.
7 - k, hard-ch, hard-c, hard-g, ng - imagine K as two 7s
rotated and glued together
8 - f, v - imagine the bottom loop of the 8 as an eFfluent
pipe discharging waste (letter image of F in
alphabet system)
9 - p, b - b as 9 rotated 180 degrees.
Boost your memory - My first day at school
http://www.youramazingbrain.org/yourmemory/boostmem.htm
My first day at school.
I was dropped on my head. It was summer, or at least sunny, and I was wearing grey shorts and a cheque blue shirt. I had brown shoes. I cried. My classroom was downstairs in the two storey building. My lovely teacher was Mrs Blowers. The school was called St Joseph's Rockdale. It had hopskotch painted markings on the ground. We had a small patch of grass to play on. I had a back pack, an ugly brown color with the school logo on it. We wore ties, even in winter. The girls wore green cheque dresses. I sat next to Neil Guanlao, who had the coolest calculator ever. We had the letters of the alphabet in large sheets around the top of the wall. It took me a while to realise that there were upper case and lower case letters.
The year I went to primary school was 1982. I was six years old. I had an older sister in the school, as well as two older brothers. Sis was in year 2, Paul was in year 4 and Simon in year 6. It was Simon's friend Paul McCleod who dropped me on my head and I got to see the principle on the first day of school. She was a nun, Sr somebody. I had an egg on my head the size of, well, an egg.
My first day at school.
I was dropped on my head. It was summer, or at least sunny, and I was wearing grey shorts and a cheque blue shirt. I had brown shoes. I cried. My classroom was downstairs in the two storey building. My lovely teacher was Mrs Blowers. The school was called St Joseph's Rockdale. It had hopskotch painted markings on the ground. We had a small patch of grass to play on. I had a back pack, an ugly brown color with the school logo on it. We wore ties, even in winter. The girls wore green cheque dresses. I sat next to Neil Guanlao, who had the coolest calculator ever. We had the letters of the alphabet in large sheets around the top of the wall. It took me a while to realise that there were upper case and lower case letters.
The year I went to primary school was 1982. I was six years old. I had an older sister in the school, as well as two older brothers. Sis was in year 2, Paul was in year 4 and Simon in year 6. It was Simon's friend Paul McCleod who dropped me on my head and I got to see the principle on the first day of school. She was a nun, Sr somebody. I had an egg on my head the size of, well, an egg.
I Vow To Thee My Country
While trekking around Santiago, Spain, my friend sang this song to his 9 month old daughter. Great lyrics and tune.
I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love:
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.
And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love:
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.
And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.
Friday 1st May, Mayday
Beth leaves to go back to Sydney, was a lovely time with Beth, and along with Simon, we were, for a while, the three amigos. Good luck in the mothers day classic run B. Miss you, AK
Captain Thunder, Nitro and Zap, Dog names from Dr Awesome
The fourth category is probably my favorite, and I'm dividing it into two subcategories. The first subcategory is "names you'd expect to hear in the WWE." This includes names like Captain Thunder, Lord Humongous, or Gigantor. The second subcategory is like the first, "names you'd expect to hear on American Gladiators." This includes names like Nitro, Turbo, and Zap. If you think it would be funny to hear "Dennis Awesome" called out by a nurse at the vet, imagine how great it would be to hear "Captain Thunder." Plus I think it would be great for your children to have to present a report about Captain Thunder to their first grade class. The possibilities for names like this are endless.[via To Every Man A Manswer]
Life is a game with a glorious prize,
Life is a game with a glorious prize,
If we can only play it right.
It is give and take, build and break,
And often it ends in a fight;
But he surely wins who honestly tries
(Regardless of wealth or fame),
He can never despair who plays it fair
How are you playing the game?
Do you wilt and whine, if you fail to win
In the manner you think your due?
Do you sneer at the man in case that he can
And does, do better than you?
Do you take your rebuffs with a knowing grin?
Do you laugh tho’ you pull up lame?
Does your faith hold true when the whole world’s blue?
How are you playing the game?
Get into the thick of it - wade in, boys!
Whatever your cherished goal;
Brace up your will till your pulses thrill,
And you dare to your very soul!
Do something more than make a noise;
Let your purpose leap into flame
As you plunge with a cry, “I shall do or die,”
Then you will be playing the game.
If we can only play it right.
It is give and take, build and break,
And often it ends in a fight;
But he surely wins who honestly tries
(Regardless of wealth or fame),
He can never despair who plays it fair
How are you playing the game?
Do you wilt and whine, if you fail to win
In the manner you think your due?
Do you sneer at the man in case that he can
And does, do better than you?
Do you take your rebuffs with a knowing grin?
Do you laugh tho’ you pull up lame?
Does your faith hold true when the whole world’s blue?
How are you playing the game?
Get into the thick of it - wade in, boys!
Whatever your cherished goal;
Brace up your will till your pulses thrill,
And you dare to your very soul!
Do something more than make a noise;
Let your purpose leap into flame
As you plunge with a cry, “I shall do or die,”
Then you will be playing the game.
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