about how old will a kitten no long rely on it’s mother’s milk and can eat basic soft food?
approximately about how old? i can’t really see if they are starting to grow teeth as they had been stolen by someone (it’s a stray cat..). if the kitten can start having basic food, the person may released the mother back.
It’s the first essay that i have to write and it’s for University of texas at austin, and it’s about someone who has impacted your life…
He arrived in the United States to pursue higher education with little money, no background of the English language, and no understanding of U.S. culture. Kevin is a close family friend and a person I’ve known all my life. He has had an incredible impact on me, and I’ve learned a lot from him.
When Kevin first arrived he had a lack of money that left him working any job he could find and even had him sleeping in his car for a short period. Kevin’s hard work paid off and he found a wife and started a family. His mother and father immigrated to the U.S. shortly after and he had to provide for them as well.
Kevin soon found success and had a beautiful family. He became self employed and a successful business man, but even with his newfound success he never forgot his humble beginnings. In fact as long as I’ve known him, I’ve never once thought Kevin to be pretentious. Everything seemed to be going fairly well for him, but this would all soon come crashing down on him.
Kevin always makes sure that his family and friends are okay before anything else, and he proved that to me when his mother became ill and diagnosed with brain cancer. Kevin completely stopped working to take care of his mother when he could of easily hired someone else to take care of her, but he wanted to because he believed it was the right thing to do. He bathed, fed, and cleaned up after her, I can only imagine the patience that he had to have and how stressful that must have been for him. Kevin already had his pate full with his mother and at the worst possible timing his wife was diagnosed with breast cancer. After his mother passed away he didn’t have any time to grief over the loss, he was busy taking care of his wife.
Since our families are good friends I had a chance to witness and experience how he took care how he took care of his wife, one time even shaving his own head because his wife was going bald as a result of the medication. He did everything he could to take care of his wife but she lost the inevitable battle with cancer and passed away. Her untimely death must have been inconceivably difficult for Kevin to deal with but he tried his hardest to handle the death of his wife well and be strong for his friends and family. Now he had to deal with the arduous challenge of working and being a single father of his three children.
After a long period of grief and depression, Kevin got his life back on track after about seven long agonizing years of taking care of his mother and wife. He had a steady girl friend for a little over two years and everything was going well. Kevin has never had an easy life and has had to struggle for everything, and after two years of peace, there was no exception. His girl friend died tragically in a car accident, and Kevin was devastated at the seemingly consecutive loss of three incredibly important people in his life. He had a downward spiral into depression and alcoholism that left him helpless. Luckily Kevin had enough friends and my family was there to help him out of the hole he was digging himself into. It was a hard time for him but he never stopped being there for his friends and family. Soon after he overcame his alcoholism life settled down for Kevin and he is now living a much more calm life. He still faces his share of challenges, but over all his life has improved over the recent years.
Kevin has had a tremendous impact on my life and has defiantly helped shape the person that I am today. One thing that I experienced first hand from watching Kevin go through all his hardships is that life is never easy, especially more so for some of us then others. Most importantly though what I learned from Kevin is that no matter what cards life deals you, you have to carry on and still try your best to help others, do the right thing, and never back down or give up. Kevin is also completely selfless and would do anything for anyone who needed it, and that has taught me to be more generous and benevolent. I’m also impressed by his humbleness and this has taught me humility. Also Kevin’s success has inspired me to work hard and try my best to get a great education so that I can have a successful career. All in all Kevin’s character is impeccable and I don’t know anyone who is as genuine as him. I will be lucky to grow up one day and be half the person that Kevin is.
Life has never been easy for Kevin, striving for everything that he has. I do not think if I went to a completely foreign country with nothing I would not experience the success that Kevin has experienced, nor would I have the same qualities that he has. Even though I mentioned earlier that he is a family friend, he isn’t he is a family member. I chose not to say that until now because I admire Kevin for the man that he is, not because he is my father.
some one please read this, I really need some input and it would really really really help me
It’s the first essay that i have to write and it’s for University of texas at austin, and it’s about someone who has impacted your life…
He arrived in the United States to pursue higher education with little money, no background of the English language, and no understanding of U.S. culture. Kevin is a close family friend and a person I’ve known all my life. He has had an incredible impact on me, and I’ve learned a lot from him.
When Kevin first arrived he had a lack of money that left him working any job he could find and even had him sleeping in his car for a short period. Kevin’s hard work paid off and he found a wife and started a family. His mother and father immigrated to the U.S. shortly after and he had to provide for them as well.
Kevin soon found success and had a beautiful family. He became self employed and a successful business man, but even with his newfound success he never forgot his humble beginnings. In fact as long as I’ve known him, I’ve never once thought Kevin to be pretentious. Everything seemed to be going fairly well for him, but this would all soon come crashing down on him.
Kevin always makes sure that his family and friends are okay before anything else, and he proved that to me when his mother became ill and diagnosed with brain cancer. Kevin completely stopped working to take care of his mother when he could of easily hired someone else to take care of her, but he wanted to because he believed it was the right thing to do. He bathed, fed, and cleaned up after her, I can only imagine the patience that he had to have and how stressful that must have been for him. Kevin already had his pate full with his mother and at the worst possible timing his wife was diagnosed with breast cancer. After his mother passed away he didn’t have any time to grief over the loss, he was busy taking care of his wife.
Since our families are good friends I had a chance to witness and experience how he took care how he took care of his wife, one time even shaving his own head because his wife was going bald as a result of the medication. He did everything he could to take care of his wife but she lost the inevitable battle with cancer and passed away. Her untimely death must have been inconceivably difficult for Kevin to deal with but he tried his hardest to handle the death of his wife well and be strong for his friends and family. Now he had to deal with the arduous challenge of working and being a single father of his three children.
After a long period of grief and depression, Kevin got his life back on track after about seven long agonizing years of taking care of his mother and wife. He had a steady girl friend for a little over two years and everything was going well. Kevin has never had an easy life and has had to struggle for everything, and after two years of peace, there was no exception. His girl friend died tragically in a car accident, and Kevin was devastated at the seemingly consecutive loss of three incredibly important people in his life. He had a downward spiral into depression and alcoholism that left him helpless. Luckily Kevin had enough friends and my family was there to help him out of the hole he was digging himself into. It was a hard time for him but he never stopped being there for his friends and family. Soon after he overcame his alcoholism life settled down for Kevin and he is now living a much more calm life. He still faces his share of challenges, but over all his life has improved over the recent years.
Kevin has had a tremendous impact on my life and has defiantly helped shape the person that I am today. One thing that I experienced first hand from watching Kevin go through all his hardships is that life is never easy, especially more so for some of us then others. Most importantly though what I learned from Kevin is that no matter what cards life deals you, you have to carry on and still try your best to help others, do the right thing, and never back down or give up. Kevin is also completely selfless and would do anything for anyone who needed it, and that has taught me to be more generous and benevolent. I’m also impressed by his humbleness and this has taught me humility. Also Kevin’s success has inspired me to work hard and try my best to get a great education so that I can have a successful career. All in all Kevin’s character is impeccable and I don’t know anyone who is as genuine as him. I will be lucky to grow up one day and be half the person that Kevin is.
Life has never been easy for Kevin, striving for everything that he has. I do not think if I went to a completely foreign country with nothing I would not experience the success that Kevin has experienced, nor would I have the same qualities that he has. Even though I mentioned earlier that he is a family friend, he isn’t he is a family member. I chose not to say that until now because I admire Kevin for the man that he is, not because he is my father.
some one please read this, I really need some input and it would really really really help me
i started smoking marijuana my junior year of high school and i didn’t get addicted right away. whoever says that marijuana isn’t addicting is wrong! It isn’t addicting for everyone, just some. I was an occasional smoker where i would do it about 5-8 times a month. Summer came and i started to smoke about 3-4 times a week. which isn’t a big deal and it didn’t cause me problems at all! At the end of the summer, on my birthday, my parents found a bag of weed. They were so mad and literally hated me for a long period of time. I got my license late and was in a depressed state of mind. My mother and i never got along and we were at constant battle with each other. I was daddy’s little girl so at least i had someone on my side sometimes. In a short period of two months i had everything go wrong!! I got in 2 car accidents, lost my job, tore my meniscus, ended my last soccer season TERRIBLY, lost my first love to my friend, found out my father has lung cancer, had to cover for my alcoholic mom, and still had my parents HATING me. (i was not smoking weed then either and i never told any of my friends about all the bad things going on at home) I was always a good student and kid and had a lot of friends. I was voted ray of sunshine and class comedian for my superlatives in the yearbook. I was also a good athlete but always have had a lot of pressure on me with feeling like i always had to be the best and set a good example because nothing i ever did was good enough.) During my lacrosse season, my coach found me stoned at 711 but she didn’t tell anyone even though she could lose her job. i scored my 200th goal and i am ranked in the shore. I am going to college for lacrosse so i could have lost my chance to play away at school. I recently found anti-depressents hiden that i found my mom was taking. I finally told two of my close friends about my mom and they both tell me how they think she’s been acting weird lately and they feel bad for me. I don’t like how they feel bad for me. One of my friends really looks up to me and she can’t get over how well i handle myself through all this. Last week i started smoking non-stop. i do it 3-4 times a day. and now my mom is saying how happy she is that i’ve been so much better! This is really hard for me right now and there aren’t many people who understand so it’s even harder. Am i over-reacting? is my life really not that screwed up? I need help too.. i don’t want anyone saying that i am a screw up.. i just need someone who understands me. And i can’t go away to rehab.. i just CAN’T!
He wants to stop, I do believe him. He has admitted that he’s addicted.
I’ve pretty much lost my mother because of drugs, I can’t lose him over them.
I know its hard to quit cold turkey, He’s slowed down.
I’m sacred to leave him over them because I know he wouldn’t take it well. Things would be worst for him.
I just don’t have the right words I guess.
I binge/purge regularly, i constantly think about food, weight, consider myself fat even though i’ve been told i’m skinny, my bmi is healthy, dead on in the middle, and i go on extreme diets..
sound more bulimic, or a phase?
I see a psychiatrist, who doesnt seem to want to help as my weight is stable, but i just wanna be normal :( i wanna be able to eat a grape and not have to weigh it and calculate the calories :(
okay. this is about my friend sadie.
i will use here name for the sole purpose of you being able to keep up with this.
and here we go:
in the 5th grade, my friends and i wanted to try out new subcultures, as we wanted to distingush our selfs from everyone else. eventualy,we got to the goth scene. we really liked it. it has great music, we all dressed like that anyways (our parents were all the original 80′s either punk or goth) and it was just awesome. but sadie and i made a pact: if it didn’t work out for us, individualy, we would back out. i said sure.
time went on. the group and i all enjoyed it, except for sadie.
sadie began to freak out. she said she didn’t want to be part of it any more. we said fine, your still the same person on the inside, and that’s why we love you.
but she said.. over time.. that she wanted friends that except
her. we do. we don’t care what she looks like on the outside, but we wanted to stick with it. she kinda became disgusted.
time went on, with the same akwardness caused by the previous episode, and sadie and i are both catholic. her mother, freaked out when my brother didn’t get confirmed. so she was convinced we would turn her inside out. sadie soon anounced that she would be going to catholic school, after an incident with her older sister, in mexico, with drugs and hookers. (she is the polar opposite of her sister.)
so far, her mother is convinced that we/me:
want to make her into an anti-religon person.
want to make her kill her self.
make her do drugs (no of us do).
make her like her sister.
after the 6th grade year, we began to question why this was asking, so we asked her, whats the issue?
she said that she didn’t want to be a crack smoking satanist worshiping bastard. we were all like “?”
we found out her mom fed her a complete diet of BULL SHIT.
now she has to abandon her relation with us in all aspects, and she was my best friend, it really hurt my heart muscle.
because her mother is convinced we will kill her, and that she will live in hell for her time.
sadie is unhappy at catholic school, with her new brain washed, dumb shit friends, and her lock down.
she told me she wants to be accepted, and that we should let her do that.
but she told me these exact words : “… i don’t care if i will be a hermit, on that loves the gill more girls, i just want to be smart and popular. fuck you guys, go have fun smoking weed and flippin’ burgers!” and then she hung up on me.
i don’t know what to do. i am crushed.
what did i do wrong?
I doubt I will actually give this to her. It’s been over 6 months since I’ve written any poetry and I’m going to start again. I just wrote this so it’s not my best and I’ll work on it more, but I want to know what you think about it. I don’t have a title for it yet.
I’ve come to realize how many people I’ve pushed and burnt.
I surround their emotions until they are hurt.
My words punch through them like a fiery ball of hell.
Shatter them to pieces and crack open their shell.
In my head I hear “Why must you go there?!”
I ignore the thoughts and let my victim sit in despair.
As a tear drops from her face, I die a little more inside.
I tell myself “Stop now!” but my actions never abide.
I’m blasting the music now to drain my mind.
It’s hard thinking of how I can be so unkind.
Light up a cigarette; maybe even smoke a bowl.
I’ll do anything to show my naked soul.
A person in pain, is one I wish to help.
I want to set them free, not be the one making them yelp.
I’m begging you mom, please call Leigh.
You remember your daughter, and that girl isn’t me.
Your daughter was simple, special, and quiet.
Now you whisper one word and I cause a riot.
This girl lighting a joint isn’t perfect.
The girl putting people down isn’t worth it.
Note: “Leigh” is the name of my past therapist who helped me out a lot. My step dad cancelled our services with her, but the reason doesn’t matter.
I am fourteen by the way.
I doubt I will actually give this to her. It’s been over 6 months since I’ve written any poetry and I’m going to start again. I just wrote this so it’s not my best and I’ll work on it more, but I want to know what you think about it. I don’t have a title for it yet.
I’ve come to realize how many people I’ve pushed and burnt.
I surround their emotions until they are hurt.
My words punch through them like a fiery ball of hell.
Shatter them to pieces and crack open their shell.
In my head I hear “Why must you go there?!”
I ignore the thoughts and let my victim sit in despair.
As a tear drops from her face, I die a little more inside.
I tell myself “Stop now!” but my actions never abide.
I’m blasting the music now to drain my mind.
It’s hard thinking of how I can be so unkind.
Light up a cigarette; maybe even smoke a bowl.
I’ll do anything to show my naked soul.
A person in pain, is one I wish to help.
I want to set them free, not be the one making them yelp.
I’m begging you mom, please call Leigh.
You remember your daughter, and that girl isn’t me.
Your daughter was simple, special, and quiet.
Now you whisper one word and I cause a riot.
This girl lighting a joint isn’t perfect.
The girl putting people down isn’t worth it.
Note: “Leigh” is the name of my past therapist who helped me out a lot. My step dad cancelled our services with her, but the reason doesn’t matter.
I am fourteen by the way.
Wow,where do I start. I know others have similar situations like me, but I have shut my problem out. I have recently noticed how bad it is this summer. I guess because I have so much time off from school. Anyway my mother does drugs, and my undependable family knows. She has so many sibling who could help her and don’t, they have too much pride and self-centered. I want to get my mother in a rehab, and told some of my family, they agreed but did not do anything. So as of now I know I have to take action as soon as I get myself settled. I really want to leave where I am currently living. Me & my mother live in my deceased gma’s house. There are always obsessively high bills, but my mom ends up paying them off WAY AFTER THE DUE DATE with child support and others money. She is always doing something sneaky and its so noticeable, and she tells me dumb crap. Like 1time, I seen a bottle she been using for drugs and ask her what it was. She said she keeps her daily medication in there. LIE LIE LIE! she knew I knew & did not care. She uses daily and is always negative. I never look forward to coming home, even when i am at school (and u know that’s bad,ha). We are always low on food or have none for a period of time. She takes my money/ anything valuable,so now I just don’t keep any of it in the house.My friends/classmates don’t know I go through crap like this, they think I have a great life. Because I don’t show my feelings and don’t talk about my problems. I make good grades and dress nice, and stay active. I talk to a counselor,who is so sweet, I love her to death. But I need to take action, enough talking. There are many problems that my mom causes and my family still give her rides to unknown spots and money for madeup things. So they are accessories to her drug supply, but they just want her out their hair.Finally my point is I can’t live with my dad period, no uncles or aunts or close cousins. My brother offered me a room, but he has issues (anger issues) and can get physical and controlling. I don’t need extra problems. Idk what I should do, don’t know where to go. I am 19 and will be going to a community college in Jan., so can leave when i want, but currently interviewing with jobs, so not financially set. I have a family friend, who lives in the same city and she is really nice, will do anything for us. I wrote her a letter explaining the situation and asking to live w/her. But the day I was going to give it to her, I found out she was pregnant and the guy started coming over her house often. I don’t think they live 2gether(not sure). But I would believe he’s over alot since they have a kid 2gether now. Should I just ask if the guy stays there/ And if he doesn’t should I give her the letter. She knows about the problems but never said anything about me moving in(also she is the mother of my nephews,so were close). One of my cousins lives close by and we are close, but he has a GF, shes been living out of town. But she pops up sometimes to visit & i don’t want him or her to feel uncomfortable. I have family in NC,but can not live with either of them, but I have another close family friend in NC (who is the mother of my little cousin), but that’s about 2 and a half hrs away. I want to go to school, and would not mind going to school down there. But Idk how hard it will be to move all the way down there. Or if I need to fill out paperwork, because I will be living in another state. Plz help.any Advice.
If u have read to the end, thanks 4real. I didn’t even know it was going to be that much :D
Well, firstly, I’d just like to say alcohol takes a big part on both sides of my family.. My dad’s side, and my mom’s.. My dad decided not to drink, due to what her grew up with and saw and my mom agreed when they got married not to be like that and not put their kids through what they both did.. Unfortunately, that didn’t last.. My dad still isn’t drinking, he’ll have an ocassional one or two, but not everyday.. My mom on the other hand, is the opposite. It wasn’t bad until about a few years ago, and now she always needs a drink whether is a diet pepsi or a beer. They both fight bad over small stuff, and it’s always because of her drinking.. She doesn’t like my gram either (her mother in law) and I’m close to her since I don’t really have a mother figure anymore other than my gram.. and my mom doesn’t like it. My mom depends on beer, if she has it, after she meets her threshold she’s miserable but when she’s dry of it, she’s miserable.. It’s bad how she gets. She wants a relationship with me, but when I try all she does is yell at me and complain and my dad is sick of how she treats us and my younger brother who’s 14.. My dad thinking he’d save money buying a keg would help from buying a few six packs a week and going to the bars, but in reality it’s worse.. She just emptied a half of a keg in about 3 weeks. She doesn’t see her alcohol problem, and she seems somewhat bipolar and before was diagnosed with depression.. How can we resolve this? They got in a fight tonight and I guess she’s starting to look for an apartment.. I want my old mom back, I cry watching home movies.. and I just want my family back to normal..
I’m a recovering bulimic (no binge, just really controlled eating and when i think i ate too much i throw up)
im 5″5 and 112 pounds. i’m NOT underweight, i certainly don’t LOOK underweight. i’m grotesque. I AM seeing a counselor and my mom knows it. She’s been nagging me about the body dysmorphic disorder and stuff and today she told me she’s ”determined to make me eat”.. this is because i haven’t been getting my periods for a month or so now but still! i KNOW i’m fine, im the biggest nutrition nut there is and i KNOW im getting enough with what i already eat. she’s totally overreacting, she even brought up infertility…honestly! what the hell!
Tonight, she kind of ‘decided’ that she’d make me ‘eat more from now on’… she made me this soup thing with huge fatty bits of pork so i said i don’t want the pork, she got mad but got over it… i still had to eat the omelette and a bowl of rice with the soup without the pork… what do i do? i’m starting to lie to her about what i ate at school so that she doesn’t make me eat as much at home…
i’m KNOW this is going to make me gain weight and i’m going on a school trip abroad soon, it’s going to be a blast and i want to effing look good for it, not like a huge pig in the photos and stuff… im in a huge panic state right now what do i do…………….!!!!!
I’m a recovering bulimic (no binge, just really controlled eating and when i think i ate too much i throw up)
im 5″5 and 112 pounds. i’m NOT underweight, i certainly don’t LOOK underweight. i’m grotesque. I AM seeing a counselor and my mom knows it. She’s been nagging me about the body dysmorphic disorder and stuff and today she told me she’s ”determined to make me eat”.. this is because i haven’t been getting my periods for a month or so now but still! i KNOW i’m fine, im the biggest nutrition nut there is and i KNOW im getting enough with what i already eat. she’s totally overreacting, she even brought up infertility…honestly! what the hell!
Tonight, she kind of ‘decided’ that she’d make me ‘eat more from now on’… she made me this soup thing with huge fatty bits of pork so i said i don’t want the pork, she got mad but got over it… i still had to eat the omelette and a bowl of rice with the soup without the pork… what do i do? i’m starting to lie to her about what i ate at school so that she doesn’t make me eat as much at home…
i’m KNOW this is going to make me gain weight and i’m going on a school trip abroad soon, it’s going to be a blast and i want to effing look good for it, not like a huge pig in the photos and stuff… im in a huge panic state right now what do i do…………….!!!!!
I love my dad very much but he often hurts be very badly emotionally when he begins ranting on about how bad of a person my mother was in his opinion. My mother died five years ago when I was 11 from alcoholism. She put him in a very bad financial state and lied to him often so he is very hurt but I can’t and won’t tolerate any bad things he has to say about her. She was my mother and I loved her more than anyone in the world. She was always there for me, and I know she loved me. So it hurts a lot when he says to me that she never loved him me or my sister. I know for a fact this isn’t true. She had a very bad problem with alcohol, but she would give her life up for her children. She always told us we were her world and often proved it. I’ve told him just how much it hurts when he calls her a bad mom and tells me that she never loved me, (because according to him, if she loved me she wold be here) but he doesn’t seem to get it or care. How do I get him to stop? Everytime he starts speaking badly of her I get extremely defensive and usually end up in tears and in a big fight trying to defend the person responsible for my existence. My mother was an alcoholic, but even though my father wasn’t working as I was growing up, he never spent time with me as a child so my mother basically grew me and my sister up on her own with his financial support. (even though they were married he expected her to do everything for him) Everyone notices how well broght up my sister and I are and how successful we are becoming so she must have done something right but recieves no credit. He really fails to realize that she grew us up and we wond up being A students thanks to her stressing to us the importance of an education. So I really don’t understand how he can say some of the things he says. I just want him to stop. Please help and give me some advice!
l posted earlier about mothers who are dead beat mothers for smoking cigarettes while carrying their child and someone talked about crackbabies and the drugs they take. Crack effects both the baby and the mother. Cigarettes effects the baby, the mother and every one around them. Fact, cigarettes is a drug just like the rest of the poison that was made by man/woman so rather you are a cigarette smoker or a crackhead, either way, you are killing your baby slowly but surely and this is what makes you a unfit mother. and to ask do l smoke, why would l want to poison myself for. I love life and to say not to judge, don’t throw scripture in the picture when you are being corrected. You are what you are and that is a DEADBEAT MOTHER just like my mom is a deadbeat mother. l dont need to smoke to understand a addiction that takes effect of a child that has no choice and yes l am harsh because it is the tax payers who have to take care of that child when it’s deadbeat parents who can’t afford to take care of their child medical expense because they are too busy spending their medical money on legal drugs, CIGARETTES.
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