Adlandpro Friday News|29.11.2013

Friday News from Adlandpro

Well it’s the day after thanksgiving and how many of you are now in “thanksgiving recovery”? ( thanks to Carol Graham for sharing this on the wall yesterday). While everyone in the United states had thanksgiving, others are also celebrating Hannukkah which is also know the Festival of Lights. The occurrence of these two celebrations happening like they have is important as the last time there was an “overlap” of the two holidays was back in 1888!

Friday news humor
I would like to get the Friday news rolling with two announcements

1. We are making major upgrades to the site bringing it more inline with current standards created by the other social networks. The wall will look slightly different and the menu which you normally see on the left will be a drop down. When on the site if things appear like something there something missing you might be correct. Please be patient while We are doing these changes as it takes time to do the updates in chunks and deal with the smaller number of issues at a time which usually arises with changes and updates.
We will be also looking for your feedback to let us know of how everything is looking and functioning so that you will have the best experience on the Adlandpro social community.
In next phase there will be updates to the forums, their look and the functionality will be more like the Adlandpro wall in terms of interacting.
One of the tasks is that forums posts will appear on this wall for those who are subscribed to the forums. You will be directly able to respond from the wall to the forum thread if you are member of a particular forum. This will increase the interactions on the forums as well as their accessibility.
In addition there are ongoing changes to our classified module.
We are strongly developing section of jobs. We have currently over 200,000 listings of jobs in US.
http://www.adlandpro.com/ads/search/Jobs_152__in_unitedstates.aspx
Over 340,000 in cars in US.
http://www.adlandpro.com/ads/search/Automotive_151__in_unitedstates.aspx
and over 36,000 real estate listing in US.
http://www.adlandpro.com/ads/search/Real-Estate_155__in_unitedstates.aspx
We have also large listings in similar categories for Poland and India.

2. If you are interested in becoming partner in the development of language related sections other than English for Adlandpro, then I invite you to contact me. Your role would be providing translation of this site into your language. If you have any related experience in domain of cars, real estate and jobs in any language, you are also welcome to contact me to see and talk about the plans we are developing.
This is not an affiliate program, but rather partnership agreement and the terms will be discussed to suit both sides and can be different for different partners. Be aware this is not a job offer, but a partnership which will only pay off if it brings a profit.

This Friday News Social media Tip comes from seeing a good friend and member of Adlandpro having her Facebook account hacked into yesterday and this got me thinking about being safe and while a lot of people talk about being safe on social networks the question I wondered about was – how can you tell when you have been hacked?

Here are a few indicators that your account has been hacked on Facebook

1. All of a sudden you are starting to follow a lot of new and unknown people. Spam bots can high jack your account ( it happens on Twitter also) The problem with this is that these bots can spread malicious URLS to people and that’s not good! You have been hacked!
Solution: Change your password!

2.All of a sudden you can’t log in to your account. Now there are times when we all forget things including our passwords , but in the case of your account being hacked, you find that you can’t do a password recovery – why? In most cases the cyber criminals have also changed your email address, so nothing you do will work! Help you have been hacked!
Solution: use this way to contact Facebook and let them know what has happened
https://www.facebook.com/hacked
oh and if this happens to you on Twitter, then here is the link to get your account back
https://support.twitter.com/forms/hacked

3. You are logged in from two different locations! Just about every service you have these days has a way to show where you are logged in from, so for example if you are in the United States and you see someone has logged in from China as an example, the chances are you have been hacked!
Solution: disconnect the session on Facebook ( log out!)

4. All of a sudden you are noticing posts that “your account” posted but you didn’t write them. Be aware that with a lot of automated tools at your service, you might be posting something on Twitter and having it automatically post to Facebook. If you are keeping track of automated tools etc. and you are still seeing posts that you never wrote you might have been hacked!
Solution: delete the posts and change your password

A word of warning:
Have you heard of likejacking?  Likejacking is a malicious technique of tricking users of a website into posting a Facebook status update for a site they did not intentionally mean to “like”.It’s a another sneaky way for cyber-criminals to trick people into visiting another site. When Facebook is involved, it’s referred to as “Likejacking”, with the goal of most of these scams being to try to collect your personal information. 
Solution: Damage control! Go to your News Feed and remove any of the links you spammed to your friends by clicking on the “x” in top right hand corner of the post, and “unlike” it. Then you’ll need to go to your own Facebook profile page, edit your page, then go through your “Likes” and delete the item there as well.

I hope that this is information that you will never have to use, but as the saying goes, it’s better to be safe than sorry!

Some great blog posts to share with you this week…

Network Marketing Business Clues To Success

Canon Digital Cameras

MLM Business: Why Most People Fail In their MLM Business

7 habits of highly effective people for business

“9″ Shoveling snow tips

Creating a handcrafted jewelry business!

Work From Home Is Not A Hindrance To Big Success!

I would like to end this Friday news with a story I read. One of the reasons I felt it appropriate is that with thanksgiving now over and Christmas coming so close, its always good to think about the people who have come into our lives that have shown such joy and giving ..lets be thankful for all the people ( and yes pets) who have come to our lives and put a smile on our faces every day of the week.

The Old Man and the Dog
By Catherine Moore

Friday News Inspirational story

“Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!” My father yelled at me. “Can’t you do anything right?”
Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn’t prepared for another battle.
“I saw the car, Dad. Please don’t yell at me when I’m driving.”

My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.
Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?
Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often.
The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his powers.
The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn’t lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn’t do something he had done as a younger man.
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.
At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived… But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone He obstinately refused to follow doctor’s orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.
My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.
Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue..
Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad’s
troubled mind.
But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.
The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.
Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, “I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article.”
I listened as she read.. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.
I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world’s aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed..
Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention.. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwavering.
I pointed to the dog “Can you tell me about him?”
The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. “He’s a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we’ve heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow..” He gestured helplessly.
As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. “You mean you’re going to kill him?”
“Ma’am,” he said gently, “that’s our policy. We don’t have room for every unclaimed dog.
I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. “I’ll take him,” I said..
I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. “Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!” I said excitedly.
Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. “If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don’t want it” Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house Anger rose inside me It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. “You’d better get used to him, Dad. He’s staying!”
Dad ignored me. “Did you hear me, Dad?” I screamed.
At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate.
We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.
Dad’s lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.
It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.
Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad’s bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne’s cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father’s room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.
Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad’s bed.. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad’s peace of mind.
The morning of Dad’s funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.”
“I’ve often thanked God for sending that angel,” he said.
For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article….
Cheyenne ‘s unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. .. ..his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.

 

 

 

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  • I always enjoy the Adlandpro Friday News Roundup, but have especially enjoyed this one. Not to complain, but I woke up at 5 am, my normal time for getting up, with an unbelievable (for me, anyway) headache, that lasted most of the morning. As the day progressed, I have felt sicker and sicker, rather than better and better. lol. It happens to us all, does it not? Anyway, I would normally have seen this post many hours earlier, but have just read it at the perfect time and it has really brightened up my day. I loved the story about the man and his dog. I have three dogs, ranging in age from four to almost sixteen. They have given me an incredible amount of joy, far more that I could ever have imagined from these totally trusting (and forgiving) creatures.
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