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I've always wondered what it would be like to have letters behind my name.  Do you know what I'm talking about?  You know people like doctors.  Who have DDS, DVM, or MD.  I know there are a lot more than that.  Even nurses have them, LPN, RN, DN.  Rhoda has an RN designation from the Philippine Board.  I know several people who have them, mostly doctors at the clinic or professors at the university.  To me, it means that person took a lot of personal investment into their chosen career.  When I chose to get into the Safety Field last year.  I always watched with curiosity different safety instructors write on the white board behind their names: CHST, STS, CM, CIH, CSP.  I was curious to know what those letters meant: CHST stood for Certified Health Safety Technician, STS stands for Safety Technical Supervisor; CM is for Construction Manager; CIH stood for Certified Industrial Hygienist; and CSP is for Certified Safety Professional.  There are many others from different organizations.  These designations are not affordable.  They are very expensive investment and takes a lot of committed time to earn these designations from the professional organizations that award them.  Earlier this year, I started looking into getting my CHST from the Board of Certified Safety Professionals and World Safety Organization.  I've been tossing the idea back and forth in my head.  There are advantages and disadvantages earning these designation letters.  The pros do out weight the cons.  The bottom line is public assurance that the person holding those professional credentials is trained according to a certain standard.  I am studying for the Certified Health Safety Technician Exam for the Board of Certified Safety Professionals and World Safety Organization. I will attain those credentials next year with a lot of studying, and by God's grace.  However to my surprise.  I learned a couple of weeks ago that I was awarded the Construction Site Safety Supervisor (CSSS) and Construction Site Safety Technician (CSST) Certifications from the National Construction Center for Education and Research last February 22, 2011.  I was browsing my online NCCER transcript for a course that I had completed in February that was not added on there yet.  That's when I discovered the certifications along with the missing safety course were in my transcript.  What timing!  I'm not sure if these are counted as  professional designation letters.  I have seen some Safety Instructors use them as such.  I am not going to do that until I get verification from NCCER, that they are letter designators.  ESTA...

I was in the ranch today after watching the Cowboys-Giants game.  I walked around, overlooked the layout of the ranch, and did some work.  I forgot to get a video recording of Larraine's chickens.  She asked me a couple of days ago, if I would be able to.  Since I am free tomorrow...I'll get do that in the morning during my morning checks.  This afternoon, I noticed that I have a lot of lemon seedlings on the ground.  I'm going to transplant those along, but inside, the borders.  That would be a great physical barrier to deter  poachers coming into ranch, also, a lot of lemonade too.  The mango tree is flowering again...after it pushed out new leaves.  The banana crop is doing really great.  So many bunches for this season.  The bunch I harvested the other day is now ripe.  They're amazingly sweet for Saba.  My mom made Turon this morning for breakfast.  It was good.  I'm looking forward to making Gollai Appan Aga tomorrow for the Life Cell's Party.  I prefer eating cooking banana to rice in season. I moved the ranch dogs back into the ranch this afternoon.  Duchess and Stormie are now back there on rotation.  Stormie got to close to Pepsi and the two of them went at it.  That little rumble reminded me that the pack has not determined who is the new Alpha Female, since Lucky passed away months ago.  I'm going to have them go at it to find out.  Or else, I'll have control problems later on.  Stormie is on perimeter post at the South-side of the ranch, Lucky's old post.    Duchess went to the East-side, her old post to guard.  Once I put the fence up, I'll have Duchess back out on rover duty.  I prefer her in that role.  She's good at it.  The three pups from Duchess: Nugget, Onyx, and Oreo will be placed around the house.  Nugget went to the front of the house to Stormie's post.  Oreo is at the back porch.  She will not be there for long.  I'm going to relocate her to the back side of the storage container next to the mango tree.  Onyx is currently at the barn shack.  She'll be relocated to the ranch side.  I might partner her up with Scout aka Brownie to learn more.  I'm still working to schedule felling three huge trees in the ranch.  I'll have to clean around them first before I do anything with them.  Another chore would be to gather all the corrugated tin, stack them, then later on...use them for fencing around the garden.  One day, at a time. ESTA...

As told to me by Rhoda, added some creative work to her story.  The other day, inside the kitchen playing around, Frenfren opened the refrigerator door.  He saw the nice eggs his mommy had bought last night. 10 of them in all, sitting inside the refrigerator.  He was excited when he saw the eggs just sitting there.  He remembered how nice the chicks were when he helped care for the chicks right after they came out of the eggs.  All newly hatched, wet, and needing help.  He remembered how his nino and the caretaker carefully cared for each chick that was hatching from it's egg.  So he decided right there with the cold air from the refrigerator escaping into the kitchen.  The chicks in the 10 eggs needs help in getting out.  With 10 eggs, he'll get 10 baby chicks.  So he carefully took the first egg and cracked it open.  The yolk spilling unto the kitchen floor.  There was no baby chick.  Not disappointed, he thought there must be chicks in the other eggs.  They need help.  So he took the next egg, cracked it open, yolk spilling unto the floor next to the first egg.  There was no baby chick.  He knew there has to baby chicks in the eggs.  He saw it himself when the chicks hatched the other week.  His nino and the caretaker next door, helped the baby chicks from the eggs.  He knew in his heart that there are baby chicks waiting to hatch from the eggs in the refrigerator.  So again, he took an egg, cracked it, the yolk again fell to the ground next to the other yolks.  Yet, there were no baby chicks.  Frenfren did this seven more times, until all the eggs were cracked, the egg yolks all on the kitchen floor, mixing together.  Again, after each opened egg, there was no baby chick.  Not to be disappointed, since there was no baby chicks.  He looked at the egg yolks on the kitchen floor.  Frenfren thought again to himself, since there are no baby chicks in the eggs,  I will make dinner.  He spied the ripe tomatoes his mommy had bought with the eggs the night before.  Took a tomato, set it on the floor.  Then he went back to the refrigerator and took the kitchen knife that his mommy stores with the other utensils on the inside of the refrigerator door.  With the tomato in one hand and kitchen knife in the other, he started slicing tomatoes just like his mommy does when she is preparing their dinner.  He was intent on making dinner for the family, just like how his mommy makes it.  Just then, his mommy walks into the kitchen and sees the wonderful mess on the kitchen floor.  Her baby boy was cutting tomatoes into slices amid the egg yolks.  She calmly asked Frenfren what is going on.  Frenfren explained that he saw the 10 eggs in the refrigerator and that he wanted 10 chicks of his own.  But since there were no chicks, he decided to make dinner for the family.  Her son displayed self-esteem, self-confidence, and initiative.  She could not bring herself to spanking the boy.  After cleaning up the mess on the kitchen floor, she took the time to explain to her young son, that chicks are not found in eggs inside the refrigerator.  Those eggs are outside under a hen or inside an incubator.  Also, that we prepare the dinner on the table or counter, not on the kitchen floor.  Later that evening, during her chat with her husband who is away.  She relayed the days of events of their son.  He laughed at the story being told.  For it was years ago, at about the same age as his son, that he and his cousins did the exact same thing in their Lolo's house, in the family compound, looking for chicks in the eggs inside the refrigerator.  Keep Smiling Since this story came out.  All the sharps have been taken out of the refrigerator and secured in a higher place that Frenfren will not get to.