She may have installed a hide ip type program for security most likely. Which connects to a proxy server then that proxy server goes to web address's she wants and resends data to her. Might look in the Control Panel at 'Internet Options' 'Connections' LAN button and uncheck the proxy server. And/Or find and uninstall the hide ip proxy program she installed.

joe, the bottom line is that I don't want to get attached to the baby because I am afraid he will be taken away, normally they give relatives the first chance, but I couldn't do it now. My son and other daughter are so screwed up, they could not make the right kind of home for him if they would even be willing to. My ex-husband doesn't like interracial relationships, so he will not help. He never did anyway. The only family member is my granddaughter who would be responsible and raise him right, she and I have talked about it, she's struggling to get through college and wanted to get married and have seven children of her own. I told her not to have seven children unless she could make a living by herself in case she has to raise them by herself. I also told her if she has that many children, statistically that before they become adults, at least one is likely to die in an accident, one is likely to have the mental illness gene which runs in both lines, one is likely to have a serious health issue that will require so much that the other children would be slighted. That is a modern reality, not even thinking about the kind of money you have to provide a nice life for that many children without government help. As to my feelings, they are just there. We have no control over what we feel. We only have control over what we choose to do about the way we feel. I was raised in a family where my father was not prejudiced against anybody. I was not allowed to have stamps of Hitler in my stamp collection. I learned the n word from a neighbor girl, called the newspaperboy that, he came to the door and told my father, and I got one of the worst spankings in my life for it. Fast forward to my teenage years in middle class, predominately white America in my part of the country, Yankee territory. There was a ratio of one black child to 30 white children in my elementary school and junior high, slightly more in high school; now the same school is predominately black and Hispanic. When I became a teen, it was seldom talked about. Five of my old girlfriends got together a couple weeks ago. Not one of us would ever have dated outside of our race. It just wasn't done in white middle class America and still isn't if you haven't noticed, at least in my part of the country in intact, well functioning, affluent families, with very few exceptions. As for biracial, they have two strikes against them. They don't know what race they belong to. Will he go back to the South Chicago ghetto housing project environment his father came out of or will he want the simple lower middle class lifestyle in the small home in a nice, relatively safe neighborhood his mother owns a house in and struggling to keep up the payments on? Doctors and therapists tell her to sell it. She could not rent an apartment for what she pays in a house payment and would have to move to a crummy neighborhood or government housing. She has a college degree and a Masters, was a teacher, but could not handle it emotionally, lost her job, cannot get disability from her accident that left her slightly handicapped. She has a brain injury and has had seizures. Will he get involved with gangs and drugs because he feels like he doesn't belong? Will the other children accept him in school (I know things are better now)? Will he get shot in a driveby shooting like the girl two weeks ago by my old childhood church? Will he do well in school with a father who is slightly retarded and probably can't read and write very well? What values will be instilled in him? The father's cousin came here, probably because there is better welfare in my state. The father was living with her and her boyfriend. She stabbed her livein boyfriend over a domestic dispute and is facing jail time. She is out on bail and the boyfriend is back. Back! After the father got out of jail Monday, they went to see them. My grandchild was in that home. My daughter was uncomfortable, he left to drink with his friends and she got mad. She wants to change him. That can't be done. You change yourself. My granddaughter didn't know who it was, but she called me one night freaked out. Grandma, I have to get out of here. She lived in the same apartment building. She had just witnessed the man lying on the sidewalk in a pool of blood, police and ambulances, brought back an old trauma, and I helped her find another apartment, a brick duplex which probably isn't any better. She had three of her tires slashed, her ipod stolen. She and her boyfriend were paying their own way. She is living with her boyfriend because her mother made her life unbearable at home. Grandma bought her new tires and had to pay extra for the tow truck because they had to hoist the car up on a bed so she could get to work and survive. They can't live with me because my value system does not believe in the livein lifestyle, although I'm patient about it because that's the way it is now. Almost everybody does it. The only person who ever comes to see me any more is black, very heavy, lived on welfare all her life, she doesn't know any other way. She raised four children on welfare. Fortunately they all turned out pretty good but one. Most of them treat her terrible, no respect. I wait on her and give her whatever I have cooked because she is always hungry. Sometimes I don't feel well, her visits mean I have to take her home because she doesn't drive. This summer it got so hot and her house is a total heat trap. We went through this last year, she needed a fan. They have a program, but she didn't get one. My daughter had an extra one and gave it to her. This year no fan again. I went down to the hardware store and put on my charge two commercial grade fans, one large one, and one small one, just like I have. She thanked me. I did it because, if I didn't, nobody else was going to and her wiring is so bad, she can't have air conditioners, couldn't afford the utility bills anyway. She could have gotten a free fan from some giveaway program. I decided forget it. She is always "borrowing" little bits of money from me and laundry soap, whatever. It is unspoken, but I know I will never be paid back. I don't expect it; it is not a condition of my odd friendship with her, but it gets annoying sometimes. But I am "privileged". I worked my tail off to raise my children by myself while she watched tv on welfare and gabbed with the neigbors. Her little girl got hurt, and the children called me to take her to the hospital. They finally found her mother. One time I got an urgent call for help. I went over, no social worker am I. Her daughter was working her tail off to support two small children by herself in what I can only call a shack which has since been condemned. Somehow the cupboards fell down in the kitchen and she came home from work to that. There was a big family fight over it. That's what I walked into. The daughter told me, "(my real name)", take the kids down to the police station. What? I didn't want to do that, that is serious, hopefully this would pass. I went in the bedroom where the children were huddled scared and just hugged them. Finally things became diffused, calmed down, and I went home in a state of shock. I hate social workers, won't go there. Next week I will go to my monthly therapy. My therapist is Irish Catholic. She showed me photos of her grandchldren. They are beautiful. All little blondes and one redhead. We have talked about this. We will talk about it some more. After the civil war, the blacks started coming north. One ancestor in Pennsylvania risked everything to help runaway slaves escape to Canada, he could have lost his farm, his means of making a living and jailtime. My great grandfather took in a freed slave as a farm hand. One of the relatives had brought him north after the civil war. They called him N... Joe. When it was time to eat, he took his food and went and sat in the corner. My great-grandfather told him he would eat at the table with the rest of the family. I wonder what would have happened if he would have wanted to marry one of the daughters. I will never know. I feel sorry for my little grandson and what he will face in this cruel world. I can help with a little money, but money is not enough. I can give him love, patience and understanding. He will think grandma is odd because she likes photography and flowers, kids today like, you know what kids like today, things. The right tennis shoes. Love is sometimes not enough. There is one aspect of this I must skirt around. Early on, the a word came up. My daughter was seriously tempted. I told her the child was innocent and I could not condone nor be a party to that, even knowing what it was likely to be like if allowed to be born. I risk everything on my faith and value system. Do what you think is right, and even if it turns out bad, you did the best you knew. And do not beat yourself up because of what other people think of you or your flaws that are difficult to overcome. I woke up crying this morning. Three years ago I was crying every morning, sometimes all day. I'm tired and emotionally exhausted. I can't respond like I should to the other posts, but appreciate the encouragement and thoughts expressed. One thing I have learned in life. People critize others for feelings and being the way they are for things they would never do themselves. My therapist would have never dated a black person. I will ask her next Tuesday. I will ask her how she would feel if it was her daughter instead of mine. Do I dare post this? Yes, I will post it and take the consequences whatever they be. Maybe I'll get kicked off the forum for it. This is an inflammatory issue.

"How cool dilly dally! Does your bathroom have the original toilet & sink? Was the sink a wall hung one? And are the shower doors original or were they added later? There is a curtain rod above the shower doors and we can't figure out why there are both." No, I checked the date on the toilet when I was looking at the real estate and it was replaced in 1982. (You can look under the tank lid to see the date stamp.) I'm not sure about the sink. It is one that hangs off the wall though. The tub I know is original. It is the same as the one you show with the wider ledge in the middle. My shower rod was installed so that the curtain hung inside the tub. I moved it so the curtain hangs outside. No shower doors. (Thank gawd. I hate them.) I don't think shower doors would be original with a tub like that. My tub is grody. No shine left on it and it always looks dirty. I've looked into replacing it but there is no way to get it out without damaging tiles I was told and the size is so odd that a replacement to fit exactly is impossible. I may have to buy one of those acrylic tub recovers to get a decent tub that looks clean. The original "shower head" was called a 'Victorian' I found out. It was like a stick on a hinge from the wall, low, about waist high. You moved it up and tiled the hinged head to shower. Or you moved it straight down to fill the tub. I liked it. I had to replace it when it broke and could not find anything like it. They don't make them any more. I had to redo the whole works adding separate faucet and showerhead and controls. You probably have a built in ironing board in the kitchen. Most of them end up getting converted into spice cabinets. Mine still had the original wood ironing board in it and although I do iron a lot I did not want to iron on an old stinky wood thing. The built in wall ironing boards that they seel nowdays to do not retro fit into these old ones. I made mine into a spice cabinet by adding little shelves. I'm glad I did it this way. It's one thing to be a purist and try to preserve the ingerity of a vintage home but if it means wasted space with a non functioning widget - it goes. There is also a thing built into the wall in the basement that I had thought was an old mangle in the laundry room at first. (They were popular in that era.) There was a slit in the wall by it. There was a built-in long table in the rec room by the slit on the other side of the wall. I figured out that it was made to hold a roll of kraft paper to pull through the slit to use as a disposable table cover. I know they still sell rolls of table kraft paper like this for restaurants, so I could use it but I never throw dinner parties in my basement and don't have kids who do crafts. "The original must have been one with long pipes." I still have the original. It did not work when I bought the house. I found out when I took it apart to repair, that the pipes do not create the sound. There was a sort of xylophone thingy inside that made the actual sound. The pipes were for decoration only. If I had not been able to repair it, I was going to get a wireless chime to install elsewhere in the house and use the alcove for holding a decorative vase or something. "It's when you cut or break it that it releases fibers and causes problems." True. Some people do not know about asbestos tile and try to chisel it up without proper proceedure. I've had to warn neighbors about this. They had no idea. Make sure you let you DD know about http://savethepinkbathrooms.com if she does not already. And also http://retrorenovation.com/category/by-decade/1960s-by-decade/ Here is a link that might be useful: Pink

She's 25. I'm not sure we can even begin to understand the pressures on a woman in her mid to late 20's in 2008. Pressure to have a solid relationship, pressure to still be having fun like she did in college, pressure to be wonderfully successful in her career, pressure to always look good because that's what our culture expects; it just goes on and on. I work with a few women in their 20's and they can be delightfully fun one minute and crying the next. And it's almost daily! They are smart and professional - and emotional basket cases. Any advice I could give them would be 30 years past it's relevance so I never do it unless they specifically ask about a work situation. They don't want it from me and they certainly don't want it from their mothers. They all (yes, all) tell me they feel like failures compared to their mothers! They see Mom as someone who has a long term relationship (usually), successfully raised kids, and has enough money to live comfortably. They don't have any of that (yet). Plus, they are exhausted all the time, especially the ones who travel like your daughter. Try to just love her without judging or advising (or hovering). For you, those things equate to love, but to her it probably doesn't feel like that at all. When she shows up at your house she's probably already decided that her life isn't measuring up to what you expect, that you are going to say something about it and that she'll end up feeling terrible. She's already gotten to that emotional place before you say anything! The next time you want to tell her to cheer up, or get professional help, instead tell her that you know she's smart and creative and that you know she'll work it out. You can even admit to her that you would like to be her friend, but you're not sure how to stop being a mother all the time! I bet it will make her laugh and help her to understand where you are coming from when you do slip and start to hover. :~))