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What are little boys made of? Slugs and snails and puppy dog tails! What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice and all things nice! This has since been proved wrong...it would seem that little boys are actually made of mischief and lies, hugs and cuddles! However, it is not so much what little boys are made of that worries people; they are more worried about what big boys are made of? The answer: Testosterone! This sneaky hormone that takes affect during puberty has great effects on all the senses of those once cute boys. Let's start with sight. Testosterone causes tunnel vision. Ask a teenage boy to tidy his room and he comes up with "I TOLD YOU, I'VE DONE IT ALREADY" (spoken loudly as if you were deaf). The problem is, although it may look untidy to everyone else, as long as the boy can see a small uncluttered path to the bed/TV/door, the rest of the dirty clothes/crockery/used glasses constitutes as tidy, because he can move about, and that's all that matters. However, tunnel vision seems to have no effect when you return from a shopping trip and there is ice cream/chocolate/crisps to be found. These are soon sniffed out and eaten, the empty wrappers finding their way into his room. Hearing is the next sense to go. Say you were to play some "decent" music, like Queen or whatever takes your fancy, at just above a whispering level, he will insist that he is being deafened. However, go to his room where he is playing songs with incomprehensive lyrics or rather "screams" and "shouting" and they will boom out loud enough to shatter everyone's ear drums in the village. Taste seems to go off on a strange tangent. Anything mother cooks is bad, possibly even poisonous. However foods which are found in cardboard boxes, or put in a small box and given names such as "Big Mac" or "Whopper" is delicious and wholesome. The fourth sense to be
affected is touch. No longer is your little boy all hugs and cuddles, unless it is with some blonde with a belt for a skirt. Any form of affectionate touching is forbidden, especially if his friends might see him! Last but not least smell is affected. That little boy you had to coax into the bath with rubber ducks and bubble bath is now in there twice a day, leaving piles of wet towels behind him. And that crummy aftershave that dad wears is now his favourite, yet it must be poured on by the bucket load. Oddly enough, the scent of cardboard-clad pizza emanating from his room or the aroma of festering football socks under the bed will not prompt him to open a window! So that's the boys, what about the girls? Yes, they are actually made of sugar and spice and all things nice. However, big girls are different again. They seem to be made up of lipstick and mudpacks and leave in conditioner. Although not affected by any one major hormone, they still have different sensory effects. Sight is affected in girls but not in the same way as with boys. Most girls actually manage to keep their rooms tidy, or at least tidyish. An organized pile of clothes to wear tomorrow and make up on every surface IS tidy, honest! There are other problems with sight though; they seem to have magnifying glasses for eyes. "OH MY GOD!! ITS HUGE!!" is the usual response from sighting a tiny little blackhead or spot. This results in hours of face packs, bottles of Clearasil and not leaving the house for a week. They also seem to lose all sense of colour as the make up goes on...bright pink lipstick, blue eye shadow and mascara, oodles of blusher and funny coloured hair. They also hear things differently, thinking that teeny boy bands with bleached hair HAVE got talent and CAN sing. They can listen to their songs all day and still think it was written specifically for them. Even though the song was written about a dead dog, it has a hidden meaning,
telling her to stay with her boyfriend and get married and have lots of kids! The opposite seems to happen with taste with girls to boys. They prefer mums cooking, as long as it has loads of healthy vegetables and no meat. They make sure that anyone who does eat meat knows exactly how it is killed, in much detail - usually whilst they are trying to eat it. However much they like to say they are healthy eaters though, 5 bars of chocolate a day doesn't count. Touch changes very little for girls. They used to be all cuddly and for the most part, they still are, especially if they have just broken up with a boyfriend or going through a little bit of PMT. If they are still with their boyfriend, many a night they can be found in the cinema or at home, cuddled up to that person they love. With smell however, there is little difference between boys and girls. Ok, so they do open their windows, but they still drown themselves in perfume, so that everyone has to wear a gas mask to be able to breath. The bedroom doesn't smell like dirty socks, but scented candles, and incense sticks, to a point where it wafts out from under the door and starts to make the whole house smell. So what are little girls made of? Sugar and spice and all things nice, but when they grow up its Lipstick and mudpacks and leave in conditioner What are little boys made of? Mischief and lies, hugs and cuddles, and when they grow up They are ruled by testosterone.
Aren't they great!! Whether loving companions or wild at heart, animals make a big difference to our lives. If it wasn't for these creatures, we wouldn't be able to survive in this world, as there would be no food, even if you are a vegetarian. So why do we treat them so bad? I'm going to talk about a few cases of animal cruelty, and I'll leave it up to you to decide just why these "traditions", "sports" or just plain cruelties exist. I'm going to take you to Spain, the streets are crowded with over 1.6 million people, and the air is filled with excitement, drunkenness and nervousness. The centuries-old festival, which features a nonstop street party, is known as the "running of the bulls2. Young bulls are released onto the streets, destined for the bull rings. A total of 6 bulls run, along with 2 herds of tame bulls. They race down the streets, often slippery with dew, rubbish and alcohol from the crowds, bumping into walls of houses, cars and people, some breaking horns and legs in the panic. Just to add to this, people pull their tails and gouge them with sticks. But it is not just the bulls that get injured. In the 900 yard course, the spectators are also at great risk of being gored, injured or trampled, either by the bulls or by others trying to escape the bulls. So far, the injuries to humans are well over 200, some serious, with over 14 deadly. One lucky young man was carried up the street for more than 10 yards dangling from a bull's horn by his shirt, although he did not appear to be seriously injured. Some are not so lucky; a 28-year-old man from Pamplona suffered a fractured skull and internal bleeding. He was reported in grave condition. What happens when the animals arrive in the bull ring is even more gut wrenching. Bulls are repeatedly stabbed, to weaken them, and bull fighters sever the animal's spines when they are still fully conscious. One hundred percent of the profits from the bu
llfights go to the Casa de Misericordia to support its worthy causes, such as housing the homeless. Is this a worthy enough cause for the suffering involved? Another scenario, the Big Top is up, clowns are fooling around and music is playing. Crowds are laughing and joking as they see what happens in front of them. Then the best event, the elephants come out to give the children elephant rides. The elephants are dressed in coloured banners which on top of it has a saddle. This is more like a platform for the children. The banner does not hide the tight, heavy chain harness used to hold the saddle on, or the expression on the elephants face. The ride begins, with the trainer shouting directions and demands. This does little to motivate the elephant, what does motivate it though, is the metal hook the trainer uses to poke it. This is not only very sharp, but it is almost invisible to all but the trained eye. It takes little force to deliver pricks that remind the elephant of the pain it can inflict when used more forcefully. It is also suitable for concealed dragging: just place it in the corner of the animal's lip or ear - and pull. Ongoing reports of elephant wounds create the suspicion that the hooks may be used more freely when not in public view. One elephant has two golf-ball sized holes in her ear. Another elephant also has a visible hole in her ear. Is this what people enjoy? Is this entertainment? The hunter stalks his prey, silently, closing in for the kill, then BANG!! He shoots, and the animal dies. The stalking and killing of animals probably began during the ice age when other food was scarce. Nowadays though, it is seen as a form of enjoyment, not a necessary survival skill. "Wildlife management" and "conservation" are euphemisms used to describe programs that ensure that there are always enough animals for hunters to hunt. Every year tax money is spent to burn, bulldoze, and otherwise manipulate the environment
to support the feeding and breeding of "game" animals, at the expense of the variety of species who share that habitat. Hunting programs also cause wildlife overpopulation by: *stimulating breeding by conducting "buck only" hunts, which can leave as many as six does per buck; *pen-raising quail, grouse, and pheasants for use as hunters' targets; *transporting raccoons, antelopes, martens, wild turkeys, and other animals from one place to another to increase populations for hunters. The ecosystem and food chain form a complex web of interdependencies that, if left alone, provide for the survival of most species. Natural predators help themselves and their prey species to survive by killing only the sickest and weakest animals. Hunters, however, kill any animal that they come across or any animal that would look best mounted above the fireplace-often the large, healthy animals needed to keep the population strong. Hunters kill more animals than recorded tallies indicate. It is thought that, for every animal a hunter kills and recovers, at least two wounded but unrecovered animals die slowly and painfully of blood loss, infection, or starvation. Those who don't die often suffer from disabling injuries. Because of carelessness or the effects of alcohol, scores of horses, cows, dogs, cats, hikers, and others are wounded or killed each year by hunters. In 1988, 177 people were killed and 1,719 injured by hunters while walking through the woods or on their own property. Is this a fair sport?
After I had finished my GCSE?s, I had to decide whether to stay on at my high school or whether to go to college. Come on, hard choice. I knew my high school, my mates were there, I knew the area, the teachers and it was local. College seemed far too big, scary and unfriendly. I stayed at school. I did a year of A levels, not really getting very far. There were too many people there who just didn?t care, little kids running about and I had a feeling I was missing out on something. The teachers didn?t treat us like the adults we were becoming either, in their eyes we were still children. I did my usual bit of rebellion, and got piercings (see other ops!). They didn?t like that, and I was given a choice. Take them out, or get out. Now, I had spent a lot of money on piercings, and I failed to see how it effected my education, so I left. I learned that schools do not want you to be who you are, they want you to be who they want you to be, mindless robots. I went to college. I found I got lost at first, but it wasn?t really that bad. I found my way around, and made lots of new friends. Friends who were like me! The lecturers were using a first name basis, none of this yes sir, and yes miss nonsense. They knew their subject inside out and treated you like adults. They didn?t care if you had red hair, blue hair or no hair. They didn?t care if you had piercings or tattoos. I felt a lot more relaxed and willing to study. I stayed there for 2 years, and I?m glad I did. I wish I went there the first time.
I?m going to write an opinion about Asda, not so much as a shopper, but as a colleague. Most people see the glitz and the glamour that Asda want you to see, but very few actually see behind the scenes. Ok, Asda is a good place to shop?they try to keep the prices low, the queues low and the complaining low. That?s good, as it makes for a happy shopper. There is a wide range of goods and everything is quite literally ?all under one roof?. There is a 3 year guarantee on all electrical products, 100 day guarantee on George clothes and no questions asked refund policy. Now for working there. You start off by having no one, not two but three interviews. The first was a group interview, this is to see how you interact with other people, and the other two are one on ones with in store managers. So you get the job, it took them a month to tell me that I had the job. First day at work you get paired up with someone else on your department. This person is a current colleague and has to show you what to do and when to do it in as short a time as possible?usually half a shift. I was placed on the produce department and was being shown what to do. I then said??is this it, you just put stock out for 8 hours?. The answer was yes. How simple. The pay is quite good for retail work. You start off at £4.42 and after 12 week ?probation? it goes up to £4.80 and you get a 10% discount card. However, within this 12 week probation you can be laid off with no notice. I was taken on as a Christmas temp. That?s fine, the contract ended Christmas eve, everyone got letters and went home crying. Not me. I was told I would stay on. Then I was told I couldn?t, as they couldn?t afford to pay me. Then I was told I could stay. Then I got sacked. Well, I say sacked?I got wiped off the rota. I went in to check my hours and I wasn?t there. No phone call or anything. They were waiting for me to turn up at my next shift and then be told?having struggled to get to work.
I knew I wasn?t going to be there long as I was just Christmas staff, but for a place which prides itself on customer service and employee relationships you think I could have a letter telling me I was no longer required, or a phone call. I shouldn?t have to find out like that. I made many friends at Asda, and I will be sorry to have to leave. My manager did say if anything opens up I can go back, but I don?t know if I will, I feel like I have been betrayed. Everyone else knew and not me. So make up your own minds. Yes, Asda is a great place to shop, I go there myself. But beware when working there, being sacked is just some tip ex away!
My day starts with the alarm clock ringing at 8.30. I have to get up at this time, otherwise at 9.00 my 3 cats make sure I know its breakfast time!! As soon as I open my bedroom door they are there, waiting to be fed. I walk downstairs and do all the essentials first?like putting the kettle on!! The kitten gets bored and wanders off, the other cats forget why they?re pestering me. That is, until I go into the ?cats room?. As soon as I pull open the handy ring pull on one of the cans they all come running up, ?meow Meow MEOW!!!!!? (Cat language for FEED ME for those who don?t know!) I have trouble getting the food in their bowls as they trample all over me to get the food first! I eventually manage and it is wolfed down. As I said, I have 3 cats (or 2 cats and a kitten) and a 400g tin of Felix seems to be a good size for all 3 to share. I can use the whole tin up in one meal and there are no fly problems. The cans come in 20 different flavours which makes sure that they don?t get bored with the same old thing, although I always seem to end up with Cod left over at the end of the week??? Really, they are spoilt for choice. Each can contains chunks of cat food, either in jelly, grave or as a ?supermeat? (just pure ?meat?). My cats prefer the jelly variety. These can be bought as single cans for about 48p or as a multi-pack. Felix are good for doing competitions and promotions on their cans and always seem to have something on, you can visit their website at www.catslikefelix.com
I got my kitten (Tom) when she was 4 months old, now she is 7 months and has tried only 3 types of cat food. Whiskas kitten pouches, Whiskas kitten tins and Felix tins. She has dry food as well but that’s not what my op is about!! For those of you who know my history, I have not long finished being a student, so why buy only the best for my little kitty?? I heard from somewhere that a cheaper cat food is less nutritious, and so you have to feed more to the cat and clean up the litter tray more often. However, it works out cheaper in the long run to feed expensive cat food, such as Whiskas, as it is more nutritious, produces less waste and helps prevent future health problems. Tom loves the pouches, but when the shop had run out and I got her tins, she wouldn’t touch the stuff. Mind you, have you seen it?? At the least the pouches have little chunky pieces of meaty stuff (chicken, tuna, cod, turkey etc) coated in either jelly or gravy. Open up a tin and it is just a lump of brown stuff. No chunks, no jelly and no gravy. You can’t even cut it up into mouth sized pieces, it is just like goo. There are funny little pieces something in it, I dread to think hat they are. To be honest, it looks like something that comes out the other end! My cat prefers to catch her own food, usually spiders, wasps, worms, daddy long legs and dragonflies, as well as steal the fish’s bloodworm, why Whiskas hasn’t cottoned onto this I don’t know. Perhaps they should try putting these animals into tins, she might eat the food then! Nowadays, if I have to buy tinned kitten food I buy Felix. It is in jelly, and in bite sized pieces (although they are bigger pieces than Whiskas pouches). She gulps them down and doesn't leave a drop.
Vistaprint are a well-established and professional printing company that offers customers the ability to easily buy printing services over the Internet. How does it work? It’s quite simple, actually. You design and order products on the web site You personalise your product to suit your own style or needs, easily choosing from different layouts, images, backgrounds, colours, fonts and effects (you can even upload your own logo or photo). There is a good range of free business cards available, over 30 designs, in plenty of different colours, but when they say free, they mean you have to pay for delivery! If you buy the “make you own cards” in the shops, they cost the same, don’t look as good and are hard to set up. You also get less in them! They don’t only do business cards, but also postcards, labels, stationary and services. Make sure the spelling is correct before you confirm the order, there is nothing worse than having 250 business cards with a typo! Ok, before I forget, don't bother with the quick delivery option, it arrives later than the standard delivery option!! I found that out by accident, I ordered two lots of cards, one for myself and one for my partner. Mine were standard delivery and his were slow. His came before mine. They say that the slow option arrives in about 3 weeks, and the standard option arrives in 10 business days. There is a difference in shipping and handling prices too, slow is £5.95 and standard is £7.95. Make sure you change it to the cheaper one!! They deliver all over the world (prices and delivery times vary). Just thought I'd better add that on!
Ok, starting off with the basics, Malibu is a clear coconut flavoured rum, so if for some reason or another you dislike either coconut or white rum, I wouldn't suggest that you try this drink! I love malibu, it's up there with my favourite spirits (ok, it's joined by quite a few others...). It doesn't sound particularly versatile, having a flavour as strong as coconut in it, but I assure you it is. Malibu is great in loads of cocktails, and equally nice served alone with a mixer. It tastes great with coke, pineapple juice, orange juice or milk. Malibu comes in a great looking bottle! (How shallow do I sound now?!) It's off-white, with a black lid and a palm trees and setting sun design on the front of it. How pretty!! It shouldn't be forgotten that, despite its sweet taste, this *is* a spirit and therefore is quite alcoholic - 21% vol. This isn't the strongest spirit on the market, but it is easier to drink than most and could therefore pose a "getting too drunk too quickly" danger. Trust me I know! Malibu is a concept which originates from Barbados, and boy are they proud of this! (Not that they shouldn't be!) Their advertising campaigns usually centre around the image of the caribbean, as does their website, and it boasts "Caribbean Spirit" on the bottle. Malibu adverts, quite frankly, irritate me, but don't let their dreadful advertising people put you off trying the product!! To finish off, I would certainly recommend Malibu. As long as you like rum and coconuts, this is a good buy. It will look stylish in your cupboard, and isn't too pricey - it costs around £10 for a 70cl bottle, which, although not entirely reasonable, we can blame totally on the government!! A versatile, value for money and delicious buy!
I always remembered going to farmfoods when I was a little girl. My dads wallet was welded shut so he didn't like spending too much money, this is why we shopped there! It is good value for money, but all I can remember are the crumbles that they do. My dad used to buy us a crumble every week, They were scruptious!! I have recently moved ot of home and have rediscovered the joy of farmfoods. having received a leaflet through the post saying how much everything was I decided to make a trip there. Everything seemed to either be £1.00 or £1.50. Try getting that down your local Asda store!! I have to admit that the only meat I eat is chicken, but they have a huge choice of chicken meals! (Being a former student this is what I live on) They don't only sell frozen food though, the also have biscuits, milk, crisps, chocolate...its a students heaven!! I bought 3 bags of shopping ( a weeks worth of food) for £12. Thats not bad!! The staff at the shop are usually friendly and are willing to go and get something if you forgot at the checkout. The store is fairly big, and is kept clean. The only downfall I can think of is that they don;t sell alcohol.
I went in when my French class went over to France for a week. I have to admit it looks great from the outside. All my classmates didn’t want to bother going in, as it "isn’t anything special!" That’s what they think!! As soon as you walk in you can see only darkness, the stained glass windows are dark, the walls are dark, and the whole place is dark. Soon, you eyes become accustomed to it, and it is wonderful. Everyone is walking around (watch out for the Americans, there are loads of them!!) and everyone is silent. However, there is a feeling in it, a loud, eventful, panicking feeling inside. I wasn’t planning to spend so long in there, but I ended up sat inside for about an hour, that’s how easy it is! I lit a candle, the only thing I had to pay for. There were some bits you had to pay for, but getting in is actually free.
My dad bought one as he has a thing about walls, he doesn’t like to see them. I told him they were good, hardy little (well big) plants and had good coverage. They are and they do, but my dad still doesn’t think so. They have little white flowers on them in summer, which attract the bees and wasps, and they grow at a fast rate. It is possible to see how much they have grown in one day! Therefore, they tend to take over a little if not kept in check! Ours looks a bit sparse at the minute, but hey, its winter, give it a chance. I have seen them everywhere and they do get chunky and thick! It just takes a few days first!!
I used to use towels, but found that they were uncomfortable and eventually began to make you smell. Then, about a year into my periods, I started using my mum’s applicator Tampax tampons (not used ones!!!!!) and found that they were so much better. However, one day, I moved out, and I couldn’t steal them from my mum anymore, so I went to the shop and bought the cheaper one (Lillets). These were non-applicator, and were so much easier. Because you don’t have the applicator, it is more comfortable, as you can feel how deep you are putting it. I know applicator tampons have guides, but I always found them more uncomfortable. They are super absorbent, though come in a wide range of absorbencies, and come in a small box for those who get embarrassed about buying them!
I have to say, it is big, it is beautiful and it is a masterpiece, but it is full of money grabbing low-lifers and it costs a lot of money. You want to go up if it is a nice day, but if it is cold, windy, cloudy or murky, don’t bother, because it’s just not worth it! Oh yeah, and don’t buy any of the souvenirs on it, as you can get them half price underneath! The size of the tower is amazing! There is a block of flats the same height, but it is in the distance. Once up on top, you can see for ages, providing the weather is good!! It looks good too, and is perfect for eating your lunch under if you don’t mind all the pests flying around, oh and the pigeons. I have nothing against these people (who are obviously doing illegal things) trying to flog things to everyone, but when the same people come round every 5 minutes, you begin to wonder if it is worth it for them! Oh, most of them don’t speak English either, or French for that matter! The price to get in is way too much! And the price of the stuff inside is overpriced too! Especially when these people are underneath desperate to get rid of their own things. Oh yeah, did you know loads of people have committed suicide from it over the years!!
“Not essential”, “Kleeneze Smeaneze!!”, ”Klenewhatalottacrap” These are titles for other people’s opinions, and okay, they are opinions, I cannot dispute them, but they seem very naïve to the whole Kleeneze thing. I started my own business with Kleeneze over a year ago, and there have been a lot of bad opinions about it so I am going to give a little bit of my understanding. You get a sponsor; he/she will show you how to get started and go through all the fine details with you if you wish, if not, go upline, as someone will know. For 50 cataloges, you don't have to pay that much, as the profit outweighs the loss. They work out about 50p each (per pack of catalogue, specialogues and snappy bags) This is why people ask for them back! When it comes to delivering the catalogues, you need to choose where to put them, go out the front door and choose left or right. You are in the business to make money, not to spend it all on petrol. Put one catalogue into every letter box until you run out of catalogues...its not that hard! The catalogues are usually left with the customer for two days, then they are collected. Orders can be placed on the internet and goods received to your door the next day (provided you order before 12 noon) It is time to deliver the goods, this may be the first time you actually meet the customer. You get to keep 21% of all retail profit (£21 for each £100 delivered). The rest goes to kleeneze, because like all companies, they get a bit miffed if they don't get paid. For those of you who complain that the catalogues are collected at annoying times, these people can and sometimes do have other jobs to start off with, just smile and hand back your catalogue, or even better, LEAVE IT OUTSIDE THE FRONT DOOR!!! These people will not have full time jobs for too long if they work the business properly, so don;t worry about it! Thats one half of the b
usiness...the other is network marketing. Yes, for those who say it isn't different from other network marketing companies it is, read a book and learn about them, Amway is a good one to start with!! Sorry, got sidetracked. Once you have signed that form and joined Kleeneze you can start sponsoring from day one. This is where the money comes in. All you have to do is find 5 good people who want to do what you do. For this you get paid. It is really simple business, treat it as a proper business and you can earn proper money, play with the thing and you can get pocket money. For more information visit www.upyourincome.biz (ref SA)