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Hey Lady! Have you ever wondered what the status of your pelvic floor is? If you know how to kegel correctly? Or maybe if you have tightness and kegels could make things worse? Or if you have prolapse that you should be keeping an eye on? These are all things that I am checking for as a pelvic floor PT during the internal assessment, among many other things! However, I find that these are things most women have never been told because their pap smears or other pelvic assessments done by a Gynecologist are not looking or assessing the function of your pelvic floor. While they may inform you of prolapse or atrophy in your muscles, they are mostly looking for infection, healing, abnormal tissue and bigger red flags. This is why many women come to me and are so amazed by what they learn from the internal vaginal assessment and many times we are finding and explaining the cause of their pain or symptoms for the first time. This is why I believe every woman should get an internal vaginal assessment so they can better understand the basic status of their pelvic floor and so they can compare throughout their life. It isn't always easy to get into a pelvic floor PT and so I also think it can be very valuable to know how to perform your own self- assessment periodically, especially if you notice symptoms showing up or getting worse. While doing an internal assessment on yourself isn't as thorough as getting one by a Pelvic Floor PT, it is so much better than nothing! Just reconnecting and becoming aware of the sensitivity, tightness or level of strength that you can feel at the vaginal opening and perineum can be a game changer! That is why I also help my Restore members perform and interpret their own self-vaginal assessments! RESTORE is my first 8 wk online signature program hosted inside my new platform that will be an APP soon Pelvic Floor, Core & More! Inside that program I walk you through the basics of healing, restoring your breathing, posture, core function and overall strength and return to impact and intensity. All with the guidance of me, a Pelvic Floor PT, in your pocket making sure that you are getting individualized support and feedback through the program during our weekly group coaching calls! This option is great for those that can't afford a one-on-one session for $200-$240, those that don't have access to a pelvic floor PT in person or those that want to have a structured organized program with support as they are phasing out of acute therapy treatments and working more independently.
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Becoming something of value has its downside. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “Live fast, die young and leave a; No. Enjoy life and die when it is your time. Your corpse will the least of your concerns if there really is an Afterlife.” (Monday) For some God-unknown reason I was showing up to work at 6 a.m. Monday. I swear, one of these days I'm going to show up to work naked. If asked why, I'll claim that it wasn't in my brilliantly scripted orders. I would then beg forgiveness for 'assuming' I was allowed to breath, or even be conscious. We'd all laugh. Nothing would change. They were never going to give me advance warning of what my latest errand entailed. I don't think it was in them. "You've made to Week Three," Buffy sneered as we entered the garage beneath Havenstone's skyscraper. "I'm flabbergasted." "So am I; flabbergasted that is," I nodded sagely. "I had no idea you knew what flabbergasted meant." Punch. Definitely back to the old Buffy. "You need a haircut," she commented. My phone beeped. I had data packet. I had received them before; just not from this place. I opened it up as we exited the car and made for elevators. "Holy Bat-shit Bat-Bunny!" I gasped. "Hayden's written me a letter." "Really?" Buffy was momentarily non-psychotic. I showed her my screen. Hayden had made an official declaration; something that would be in the records of the Amazons from now until forever. Any and all males of Havenstone; specifically one Cáel Nyilas; were to forthwith and immediately stop spiritually assassinating any and all Amazons and Amazon recruits. Furthermore, I was admonished for murdering Fabiola Dobrani and, under penalty of an unmentioned punishment, I was to publicly rejoice at her resurrection. Life was relentless. Buffy's phone rang. She got the same message I did; as did every freaking Amazon in the building. I didn't think the guys would be getting this memo. "I wonder how the Chicklettes are going to take this," I mused. The doors opened before Buffy could formulate her comeback. Relentless may have not been a strong enough word. Waiting for us in two distinct groups were Constanza with two SD Playboy Bunnies; opposite them was Oneida. Oneida looked; enamored. This wasn't curiosity about what my meat would feel like as it made her weep tears of rapture. This was a weekend binge of watching some of the best received, twenty-something, romantic movies of the past ten years. It was hard for me to decide which group was more divorced from reality; the Amazon man-haters, or the 'Hollywood was real' babe. "I'm going to get a bite to eat," Buffy announced. Entering the garage had completed her bodyguard duties. Oneida had the higher prestige so she came first. "Hi Cáel Nyilas," she stepped up and greeted me. She extended her hand; for me to shake. Amazons clasped forearm to forearm. I greeted her Amazon-style. "It is good to see you again, Oneida of House Arinniti," I replied. She looked upset. "You know who I am," she sighed with disappointment. "Please believe me," I stroked the side of her left cheek to the top of her ear, "had I known Friday, I would have finished up by impaled myself on your spear and cleared up a whole manner of things. Why does it matter to you that I know who you are?" "I; I didn't want to be treated as anyone special," she gazed up at me with innocent eyes. "That's not going to be a problem," I chuckled. "To me, you are nothing but another psycho-bitch that's trying to kill me. You are a black-hearted, soulless creation of Hell and I hate your guts, Oneida." "But you saved my life?" she whimpered. She was a bit more unbalanced than the normal babe employed here. Yay me. "And? See, this is why my description of you and your sisters is so accurate," I smiled while I explained. "I would try to save almost anyone because it is the right thing to do. The only reason saving you was a mistake was that it caused me to fall further into Hayden's favor. Now she's going to expect that shit on a regular basis solely because you are of House Arinniti." "Ah; I like you," Oneida pleaded. "Why?" I asked. "You risked so much for Aya. You made her laugh and smile. You; you acted as if you cared for her; as if you were her own mother," Oneida told me. "Was that a deception too?" "Hmmm; not what I expected," I mused. "Fine, realizing that I was with Aya for her sake and hers alone raises you up a step in my estimations. I'm not being deceptive about how I feel about this place, Oneida. Here, let me prove it." I looked to Constanza. "Constanza, do I hate your guts?" She glared at me. "Constanza, if I thought I could get away with it, would I shove a fragmentation grenade up your ass and pull the pin?" No response. "See," I grinned to the gawking Oneida, "I'm not being deceptive about how I feel about this place. My opinion matters not at all to these women yet they know I'll never act on my hate because of my own, perverse Code of Conduct. I'm not going to run away and I'm not going to stop being me. I'm certainly not going to fall in love with anyone here." "Oh," she muttered. "I have to go to work now. Have a nice day," I turned to Constanza. "Are you my work buddy today?" "Male, come with us," Constanza snapped. Off the four of us walked; right back to the elevator. Down we went, past any level my ID card could have accessed. Devo's Working in the Coal Mine sprang to mind, so I hummed it. I was feeling completely at ease. Constanza stood behind me, while the other two stood at either side, but half a step back so they were right at the edge of my peripheral vision. I felt like a team player; an interregnal part of my imminent demise. The group marched past the Armory. I waved to my old friend, the Kindergarten Cop. She glowered. Amazons were not martinets. They were clean-cut and proud, but vigilance meant much more than a scuff mark on a boot, or a gaze locked on the farther wall. Our trip deposited in yet another room I could never access. I was the first one through the door. I almost froze. For starters, the room was around 15 meters wide and 6 meters deep. In the center of the room was an 8x2meter table. On the table where a wide variety of firearms and ammunition. Automatic pistols, revolvers, shotguns and submachine guns plus multiple clips, or speed-loaders for them all. They hadn't brought me here to murder me with Death by multiple calibers. If they wanted me dead, they would have blown my brains out already then put a gun in my hand in a hopeless attempt to fool Katrina. The number of guns didn't even impress me. The far wall was transparent and through it I could see multiple ladies in sports bras and boy shorts shooting away on a firing range. Holy Mother of God! I was here for weapons training. What the Hell had gone wrong? As I moved deeper into the room, one SD Femi-Nazi moved down the left wall, the other moved down the right and Constanza remained two steps behind me. "Please clarify my task for this time period, Constanza?" I requested. The look she shot me was lethal. "The weapons present are ones you have stated you have a familiarity with as well as others in common usage here at Havenstone. All the rounds are hollow points, or slugs. Chose which weapons you wish to qualify in, load your clips and inform me when you have completed this part of the assignment." "Thank you," I nodded then set to the task at hand. Constanza clearly had expected me to be a smart ass. I had used learning about guns to get tail. That didn't mean I disrespected the weapons. I picked up several side arms, testing their weight and grips before deciding on the 40 caliber Smith and Wesson Glock 22. I felt the ammo, making sure I wouldn't be running around with blanks this time. This shit was real. Elsa had claimed she'd rather be skinned alive than let any man bear weapons in her Havenstone. Maybe I shouldn't have felt her up, or given that massage to that med tech, or stripped in the elevator. I was a really, truly naughty boy. Most women spank naughty boys. My tormentors tend to fuck with my mind because, ya know, it's harder to defend against that crap. Also, there is not a hand lotion made that will soothe the ravaged psyche. I began loading the clips. "Is that the only one you are taking?" Constanza eventually broke down and asked. "I don't want to waste your time," I replied. "This is my favorite pistol. I've shot 22, 38, 9 mm, and 45, but I'm most comfortable with this one. Maybe later I can work with the shotguns. I haven't a clue how to handle anything else." I could see it in her eyes; 'damn him; he's making sense.' There was one final way I could fuck up. I didn't. I knew firearms etiquette. Don't load your gun before taking your station at the range. Sure, all the crazy chicks could do it, but that was part of their jobs; killing things. I was a novice. I picked out some ear protection and an adequate hip holster in case Constanza wanted me to fire from the draw. I was clearly not making her day by not screwing up. "This way," she barked. She accessed the door leading to the range and out we stepped. All around, the firing slowly died. For each of the women, there was a second of disbelief followed by several more seconds of outrage. Lust was where the emotional landslide ended. I was 'That' guy. I wasn't something they could codify. I made meaningful, defiant eye contact, I dressed to impress, and I was known to be courageous. Having Hayden decide that she wanted to mate with me didn't hurt my appeal one bit. I could already tell they were figuring out where to shoot me so that I could still have sex an hour later. I was a man in Havenstone with a gun after all. I was the equivalent of the Pope in Mecca; it just didn't happen. My booth was nice and comfy. After placing my gear on the table, "What do I do next?" "Ear guards; check weapon; load, chamber, announce your preparation to fire; fire as quickly and accurately as possible. Reload and fire until you have uses all rounds," she commanded. Hmm; six meters. Standard human-scored target. I hadn't done this in a year. I shook my limbs out to get ready for the shock and recoil then steadied my breathing. Fifteen rounds, starting at the ready stance. "Ready," I pronounced. "Begin," was Constanza's muffled command. The report of the first shot, the sting of the recoil, the pull on the arm and the shell ejecting; all of those rolled over me before I could count. I almost missed the automatic slide staying open. Down went the old magazine even as my left hand retrieved and leveraged the next one in. A problem presented itself. The girl who first taught me was pretty good; in the 'if you couldn't find the prerequisite number of bullet holes in the target, everyone assumed the missing bullet had passed through one of the previous penetrations' kind of way. I was pretty lucky. She took a red hot poker to me and was thankfully far less accurate. She was so incredibly beautiful; so furious with me, naked and chasing me around a cabin lit solely by the fireplace, with that firebrand in her hand. Maybe it was wrong of me to take her English professor up to the girl's cabin for a sexual rendezvous; or stick the professor in the closet when the poor lady absolutely had go to the bathroom. Or fucked the girl on her bear skin rug until the professor had to come out of said closet before she urinated. I know; I'm an idiot. Fifteen bullets into the first target had made a mess of it. Since there was no one in either station around me, I started shooting at the target to the left. I put the last magazine into the one on the right. It took me well over thirty seconds to get all 45 shots off, but I did it. "Done," I stated as I put the gun down and took a half-step back. "Do you shoot pistols a lot?" one of my other guards asked in amazement. They had undoubtedly seen better speed and marksmanship. It was their cosmically low opinion of me that made my effort so impossible to believe. "No, I'm a Natural Born Killer," I grinned at the three of them. "Males are arrogant and take things for granted. They are sloppy," Constanza sneered. "It never fails to surprise me that you don't accept that your ancestors were some of the toughest bitches to ever walk the planet," I muttered. "What does that mean?" Constanza growled. "Warriors so tough they are remembered thousands of years later and your founders escaped with their lives; as opposed to all those Trojans, Hittites and Lydians who ended up decorating graves with their bones," I glared back. "What I mean is; why does me having a weapon really bother you? I'm am totally out-numbered, out-classed and out-gunned." "I don't want to die. I'm definitely not suicidal. I'll even take bullets, arrows and blades for you people," I snarled. "Quite frankly, all of this paranoia is really starting to get on my nerves, so fucking Cut it out!" "You do not tell us what to do," Constanza ground out. She'd grabbed my chin with one hand. "I'll keep that in mind next time an Amazon's life is in danger and a simply warning from me could save their life. Be assured I'll put your directive down for the reason they croaked," I countered. "If it was up to me, you would be killed for your insolence," she growled. "Does it ever occur to you it is the other way around?" I touched her wrist. "What?" Constanza was both irate and uncertain. "You are where you are because you have a habit of making poor decision on a strategic level," I explained. Apparently I wanted to die. "Why does anyone like you?" Constanza muttered. "Like me? Most people who know me, hate me; like you. The difference is they get to know me first then they hate me. You haven't gotten the full Cáel experience yet. You hate me on a purely generic level. Real hate comes from knowing me," I grinned. Like so much that comes from my lips, that was a lie. To be truthful, most of the women I had wronged over the past four years forgave me; eventually. Most of them figured out that I hadn't cheated on them; I cheated on EVERY girl I was with, but one; my mentor. She was the one who tossed me out among the female population in the first place. Some ladies did hold a grudge. There is one chick who burns me in effigy every year on the date of our break up. I should have known better. It was my freshman year and she was a Psychology teaching assistant. Most psych majors are wacko; more wacko than most pissed of women, I have learned from experience. I'll still date them. I also take more care about what I eat and drink around them too. "I'm glad to know you will be gone soon," she seethed then removed her hand from my chin. "Constanza, you really need to stop trusting me so much," I chuckled. "I don't trust you at all," she countered. "But you are taking my word for it that women hate me," I snickered. "More importantly, you are ignoring the facts. The majority of the women at Havenstone who like me, do so for reasons totally devoid of any intimacy. We both know I can be a jerk. I'm being a jerk right now; to you. What separates us is that I have no doubt that if you were in danger, I would come to your aid. That is the kind of person I am," I related calmly. "That would never happen," Constanza insisted. "I don't care what you think," I shot back. "I don't make decisions based on your whimsy. I follow my leadership. I know I'm loyal. Now, can we please get back to the reason we are all here?" The scoring indicated that I was so lucky that girl came at me with the poker. I missed six shots out of 45, which I thought was awesome. I even managed to badly tear up the chests of the front and left targets. The target on the right was still 'dead', but he could be buried in a tuxedo. I had one head shot; it wasn't on purpose. We went back to the gun room, reloaded my Glock, a 38 Colt and a Mossberg shotgun. One guard went with me while Constanza and the second guard scored my first round. Back in the firing lane, I lost all firearms ability what so ever. I was saved by three shooters who volunteered to help. See how easy that was? They helped me with my stances, reload techniques and argued the merits of hip holster, ankle holsters and shoulder holsters. To reciprocate their hospitality, I stripped off my annoying jacket, tie, shirt and undershirt. We got into a discussion of spent rounds bouncing around and maybe scaring the shooter. For the Amazons, it was training to ignore painful distractions. I stopped; leveled by an epic brainstorm; and fired off an order to Executive Services; care of Daphne. "What are you doing?" one of the new lethality-engines asked, somewhat piqued. "Oh, I have to celebrate Fabiola's resurrection; Hayden's orders; and that is going to require supernatural aids," I replied. I was back on track in their eyes. "What was it like to feel the strength of the Ancestors flow through you?" the second one whispered. This Ancestors and Goddess crap; mysticism was real to them. I've never claimed to be a deity though I've insinuated that I was the blood descendant of the Goddess Ishtar; reference the Wiccan Priestess; and her circle of naked female celebrants. The answer, not a total lie, was pure Amazon. "I didn't feel anything," I could sense their disappointment. "You know, all I felt was the spear and nothing else. Absolutely nothing else mattered. All other burdens and pains were lifted from me so I could devote myself entirely to the task at hand; hold the spear aloft." They ate it up because the 'stillness' was at their core of martial mystique. Bushido had it too except they called it 'No Mind', or something like that. To be honest, I had come by that state of being through sex. My focus narrowed down to my partner and all of her actions and reactions. For a lowly male, like me, to possess that quality must have been divine intervention. "You did a wonderful thing; channeling the Ancestors that way," the third stated. "Oneida is precious to the Host." "I beg to differ," I regarded her with a quirky smirk. "Every life is precious. When you start weighing a person's life before you chose to save it, you have lost much more than that split second; you have lost a piece of your soul." Oh look. I was lecturing them and they didn't like it. "Try looking at it from my viewpoint for a second," I knew they couldn't. "I'm a lowly male caught up in your fiendish experiment. I don't know who any of you are beyond the reality that you would casually harm, or even kill me for any number of reasons." "You clearly think I should cower and cow-tow to your whims and wishes," I took in their negative reactions. "I'm not. That's not me. Instead, I'm going to run errands, learn to fight, laugh, play and have a great time. If it matters; I know it doesn't to you; I am Cáel Nyilas, son of Ferko, son of Árpád of the Magyar. 'Where there is Valor, there is Hope'," I added. That wasn't my family motto. We were from poor, immigrant stock. My grandparents spoke Hungarian. I knew a little of it, just not enough to be considered fluent. I knew some Vlach (Romanian) too. When your neighbors are screaming insults at you, it pays to know exactly what they are saying. Again, I'm not fluent in Vlach, but I could get in a bar fight over what I did know. "Your lineage is inconsequential," Constanza snapped. She'd come back; yippee! "How did I do, Jefe?" I beamed happiness her way. "I hate you," she said through clenched teeth. I must have done better than I thought. "Well, that's good. Maybe, under your instruction, I'll almost be a match for the other fine ladies down here one day in the distant future," I nodded happily. "That your heart still beats is an insult to everything I stand for," Constanza spat. "I'm cool with that in the same way I'm cool ignoring this whole 'blood prestige' thing. You gals aren't respecting mine and you certainly aren't explaining your rules to me, so I'm opting out of this whole 'my old lady was better at dodging arrows than yours'." "You should not insult us this way," my closet, newest gun-buddy cautioned me. "I agree. Do you even know who the Magyar are?" I inquired. "No," she shrugged. "Go find out and then we can talk," I grinned. "Until then, you are disrespecting the aim of a sniper you don't even know exists yet is stalking you." As they were struggling to figure that out, I groaned. "You are insulting my people without knowledge of who they are. You are asking me to show respect to your people without explaining to me why. I'm sure they were wonderful, fucking women, but I don't know anything about them," I related. "If you want blind obedience, go have fun with sterility," I smirked. "I've got better and more far-sighted women I'd rather be with." "Most likely you will be milked of your seed, joined with our eggs thus creating the next generation of the host," the third girl got all riled-up. Sex. "Man," I laughed. "Am I the only one here to have figured out that I, and the other new male hires, aren't the only ones being tested? Really? Come on. If Katrina wanted to train me to use a gun, she could have sent me with Desiree to a private gun range and handled this stuff off-site. No. She had to put me here; with all of you." All those smug, superior, horny chicks just realized they'd taken a philosophical snap-kick to the cranium. Tested? Amazons were tested all the fucking time. It was their culture to keep them fit, firm and alert. Best of all, the male had to be the one to bring this to their attention. I wrapped my arm around the waist of the closest Amazon and pulled her groin to my hip. "That's okay though. I'm in this for all of you," I murmured while looking deep into her eyes; as if we were the only two people in the world. "With your aid, I think we can do this; make it work. Don't you?" She nodded. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Shotguns, pistol-grip shotguns and an MP-5 joined my list of weapons I knew the basics of afterwards. Once more, I was rendered even more attractive by the fact that I could hit a man-sized target at 6 meters with a gun I had only then picked up. I had been joking about the whole 'natural born killer' comeback. I wasn't convinced that my ancestor's ability to fight all their neighbors, sometimes all at the same time, made me kick-ass. Frankly, my people had lost wars to every European empire of the middle ages and modern times. You just couldn't keep us down. Maybe resistance was genetically based. That was crazy talk; but Grandpa was a tough SOB, as was my Dad, now that I thought about it. Gramps Old Man died fighting the Russians in world war two, which was why he fled his homeland as a child. Mom's people; they were Irish; the Irish, when not fighting for their own homeland, were fighting for some else's. Mom didn't get the time to teach me much, but I do recall this: The greatest lie the Irish ever tell is that they only hate the English. The Irish hate anyone they can get their hands on, even other Irish. If you don't believe that, look at every ethnic neighborhood in the US that border an Irish enclave. They fight with them all. I got my twisted sense of humor from my Mom. I miss her so. Knowing Mom, she wouldn't be ashamed of my infidelities. She'd probably say 'he's test-driving until he finds the one that can keep him in line'. I hoped she wouldn't be ashamed of me. My time was up. I had to go to Katrina's office. Constanza banished me with a grumpy face and a dismissive wave of the hand. The chick I had put on my hip volunteered/elbowed her way to showing me out. My ID card wouldn't open any stairwell, or elevator. She felt comfortable walking around in her underwear, plus a shoulder holstered 10 mm. Ten steps out, from her left, I snaked my hand around her back to her right hip. She looked to me and smiled. "Can you give me some advice?" I inquired. "I'll try," she hedged. "Well, you are clearly in excellent physical condition. I've been trying to put together a regimen that will get my left thigh in shape," I started. She nodded. "I've a quadriceps exercise in mind, but I'm unsure about one for the gluts," I mused. She looked uncertain. I moved my hand off her hip, over to her left hand then placed her hand force on my left ass. We were now really close. "I'm afraid of losing my muscle tone. Can you help?" "Umm;” she hesitated. "I could think of a few things." She worked herself up to giving my ass a good squeeze. This was not the first male ass she'd handled yet it was most likely the firmest and most sexually promising one she'd felt. Promising something she couldn't quite envision but felt deep within her loins. She dispensed advice. I nodded appreciatively. When I asked for some kind of confirmation, she kindly put my hand on her ass which I promptly began squeezing. Like shooting fish in a barrel. We were comparing stomach and shoulder techniques on the elevator. Her name was Naomi and she was with the Security Detail and a member of House Rajah; ally of House Arinniti. Sweet! Like clockwork, Brielle and her buddy joined me in the elevator on the ground floor. They had to know somebody to track me this well. Me shirtless with an Amazon in her undies. It must be Monday morning. "This is new," Brielle commented. "Good morning, Naomi. Forget something?" "I'm on the job," Naomi retorted. It was the whole 'going without clothes' thing. "Are you protecting a bare-chested Cáel from us, or us from a bare-chested Cáel?" her companion joked. Naomi's mouth opened then shut. "I cannot talk about it. Neither one of us can," Naomi declared with authority. "That's right, Ladies," I nodded. "What happens in the laundry room, stays in the laundry room." All those who felt I'd gone to the laundry room, raise your hands. No takers. "I smell gunpowder residue," Brielle commented after she took a close whiff. "The Dominicans, Latin Kings, and the Redneck Posse have all started fighting over that little block of paradise I call home," I sighed regretfully. Silence. "Redneck Posse? That's not one I've heard of before," Naomi commented. Here we go! "Oh yeah," I looked contemplative. "Ten years ago, several linguists studying Appalachian dialects paid for some native speakers to come to the city to help in their research. The hillbillies got paid, got jobs and brought their families down." "When the grant money for the study ran out, the bumpkins had to find another way to support their kin that their minimum wage jobs couldn't providing. Enter the Redneck Posse. Guns, meth, moonshine; they do it all. They are kind of like Afghan tribesmen except instead of being half a world away by sea, or air, they are a four, or five, hour drive down the interstate," I concluded. The three women exchanged confused looks. The doors opened on my floor. "Oh my Goddess!" Brielle exclaimed. "That's almost possible to believe." I winked and left. "You mean that was a lie too?" Naomi gasped. The doors shut on that conversation as I swept through the office. I had 90 seconds to spare. Only Dora wasn't here yet, but there was a pile of boxes on my desk. They were all looking at me as if I'd just stepped out of a pool, or a French cologne commercial. I set my clothing and valise on my tiny, now over-stacked, desk then joined the line-up. "Good morning Cáel," Katrina looked me up and down. "I certainly hope it will be. Good morning to you too, Katrina," I beamed. Pause. "Forgetting something?" Katrina prodded. I sniffed the air. I didn't sense it. "Yes Ma'am, Katrina. I'm missing one thing. I hope it gets here soon," I confirmed. Pause. "Very well, let's get started," Katrina began. Fabiola lost it. "What! He doesn't have a shirt, tie, or jacket on. As far as we know, he's not even wearing underwear," she screeched. "Cáel, is your attire, or lack thereof, necessary for the performance of your duties?" Katrina politely inquired. "Yes it is Katrina," I nodded. "Very well;” Katrina started over. "What possible reason could you have for being half dressed," Fabiola ranted. "Are you going to cover yourself with oil and slither down the stairs like the snake you are?" No one said anything for a while. The rest of the 'new hires' were coming around to the fact that Katrina and I were mocking Fabiola. Otherwise, Katrina would have shut her down. I held up my hand. "Yes Cáel," Katrina acknowledged me, "despite the meeting having already begun and not being directly addressed by me, you may speak." Slap! "Fabiola, I find your desire to see me oiled up a bit perplexing," I grinned in her direction. "I would like to point out, despite the evidence you have presented today, I am not an idiot and our boss; Katrina; is not a fool. Hate me to your heart's content, but don't insult Katrina by thinking she doesn't already know what I'm up to." "She does not explain herself to me, or you, and I'm pretty sure even Hayden gets an edited view of what goes on here in Executive Services. I don't know and I don't care. That's not in my job description and I'm already way out of bounds as it is," I said. "For your sake and your sake alone, I will tell you why I'm am dressed the way I am today." "It is part of your ritual apology," Violet blurted. "It's obvious. This has to do with what Hayden told him to do." That wasn't truly fair to Fabiola. The rest of the ladies had been rushing around getting the items I decided I needed for my public apology. Dora came bolting in right then. "I'm sorry I'm late, Katrina," she panted. "Did I miss anything?" "No," Katrina returned events to their proper order. "First off, for today, I'll start with Cáel's work review for Friday. I never thought I would say this about his on-the-clock performance. Cáel, your work output on Friday was stellar. There, I said it. Next; " That would have been a far greater treasure had that been my work report instead of Aya's. Everyone else did well, save Tigger. She had forgotten a security sequence and had half a floor locked down for 15 minutes. At the conclusion, Buffy came in, slammed a flimsy, but aromatic, box into my chest then stormed away. "Cáel?" Katrina questioned. "Yes. Thank you," I then turned to Fabiola. "Do you wish to have the ceremony here, or out on the main floor of Executive Services?" "I; what are you going to do?" Fabiola grew suspicious. "This is a trick to make me look foolish again." "Fabiola, it is Hayden's wish you hear him out," Paula spoke. "He's troublesome, not stupid. I don't think he's stupid enough to defy Hayden on this." "Swear to me you are not going to make me look bad," Fabiola stared at me. "What do I possess that you believe is valuable?" I countered. She had to think about that. It couldn't be Aya. Fabiola was stumped. She had been so busy looking down her fine Roman nose at me, she had neglected to notice everything I had done and said. "Your mentor," Daphne offered. "She has forbidden me to see her again, but thank you," I winked at Daphne. A quick list of less than helpful suggestions followed. It turned out the only thing I valued was my freedom and I couldn't give that up to Fabiola because that decision lay with Katrina. I would rather defy Hayden than give up sex, I lied continuously for little, or no reason. Fabiola wasn't looking for Lent, she wanted something concrete. It simply didn't exist. Out we went with a very distraught Fabiola and me with a bunch of small boxes. I didn't worry about expensing all this crap. I wasn't spending my own money anyway. I had Fabiola stand in the largest open area ES had. Even people who only had business on this floor were joining the growing body of my co-workers here to witness the spectacle. Three small brass bowels and one small oil lamp went to the four compass points; I even had a compass. I put sand in one, water in another and dry ice in the third. I lit the lamp. "This symbols me calling the four corners of Terra to bear witness: Earth, Air, Fire and Water," I explained. Next I wrote down Fabiola's name on a slip of paper in Old Kingdom Hittite. I burned it. Fabiola frowned. She was the only one. I dropped the ashes into a glass of water. "With this, I take back my curse. I swallow it, thus swallowing my words," I explained to Fabiola. I drank the whole thing. That accomplished, I pulled a small silver owl out of an unopened box to a series of murmurs. "This is a gift to your house. Minerva (the Roman Athena) is your patron Goddess. I do honor to her for bringing you back." I handed her the owl. Her expression told me she was still waiting for the trap to be sprung on her. I wrote out my name, in Magyar then held it up to Fabiola. "This is my name, Cáel Nyilas, in my native tongue," I told her. I burned it, ground up the ashes with my fingers. With a little bit of coordinated effort, I drew the word 'forgiveness' in Old Kingdom Hittite over my heart. The last box. It was Dobos Tortas, a sweet treat from my native land; Hungary, not Chicago. "Please accept this gift as a symbol of my apology and my desire to seek your forgiveness," I looked into Fabiola's eyes. The weight came crushing down on her. Virtually all the women around her wanted me to be forgiven. Not because they hated her. Most barely knew her; or me. It was the ceremony. Simple, relatively quick yet individualized by the giving of gifts designed for each participant. Deep in her twisted little soul, Fabiola still expected a trap, trick, or joke at her expense. She probably thought the 'cookies' were poisoned. "I forgive you," Fabiola stated. She put her hand on my shoulder. "Share a treat with me." I even let her pick out the one to stick in my mouth. Maybe she thought I had the antidote, or maybe she decided I was on the up-and-up. The crowd of Amazons made happy, communal noises and we all parted as friends; okay, friends and their dancing bear; me. Katrina snuck up on me as a handful of woman thanked me for the insightful ceremony. I told them they were welcome while neglecting to inform them that I made all of that up. Part of it was Wiccan. Part was some 1960's Italian movie I'd seen. A few things I pulled out of my ass, like normal. "Put on your clothes," Katrina handed me my things. "You did well. I am sure Hayden will be equally pleased." "No problem," I looked at her appreciatively. I felt a cerebral connection evolving between us. "Put on your shirt before I start licking your nipples," Katrina demanded. Damn it. Wait, things got better. As I looked away from Katrina and started getting dressed, Buffy appeared before me. I bet I could have melted an ice cap with the head of steam she'd built up. "Do you like dressing as a male stripper? Do you like women drooling all over you?" Buffy sizzled. "No; yes," I responded. "I hate you," she snapped. "I admire the fact that you can pull off the lead in Madame Butterfly," I bantered back. "Let's get to work," Buffy growled. Off we went. (Elsa Round Three) "Hello Stanica," Buffy greeted the SD guard at the gym facility door. That was new. Normally it was a card-swipe and in you went. Buffy and I were dressed for a workout; per orders. "Full-bloods only," Stanica stopped Buffy. Ah, racism was raising its ugly head. "How am I supposed to get in?" I countered. This appointment was in our queue for 11 a.m. "You have been summoned," Stanica clarified. "Cool; I'll be back in 70 days. Good job Chuckles," I grinned. "You have been summoned," she threatened with a great deal more menace. "He works for me today," Buffy yawned. "That means he goes where I go. Cáel doesn't have a queue today, I do. He's my intern. If you won't let me in, then he doesn't go in. Let's go Cáel." Stanica grabbed my arm. "He goes in. You stay," she insisted. "Cáel; resist," Buffy ordered. To Stanica, "Knock yourself out." Stanica briefly tried to move me. Then she went for some kind of control-hold/lock. Brazilian jujitsu, Baby. It is not some kind of 'super' martial art. As far as I knew, none of them were. If you were trying to break, or establish physical control over another person, it was pretty spectacular though. Along with the Amazon 'house' style, she knew something akin to Krav Maga. Stanica was hampered by her unwillingness to do me serious harm, as was I toward her. The difference was, all I had to do was stay in the hallway, while Stanica had to get me through the doors. The stalemate was broken by two fresh full-bloods coming from the changing room to the facilities. "Sisters, assist me," Stanica called out. "Help me wrestle him to the ground without undo damage." They came forward and jumped me. "Are you on official Havenstone business?" Buffy politely inquired as they dog piled on me. "Shut up," Stanica yelled. "Failing to adequately explain the situation," Buffy quick drew her pistol and pressed it to the temple of one of the two new Amazons, "informs me you are willingly interfering in official Executive Services business." "By all means, give me an excuse to file an incident report," Buffy grinned feral. "Do it and you die, 'Lost Blood' (Old Kingdom Hittite)," the threatened woman responded. "Boss, may I suggest an alternative?" I ground up. They had me pressed down in the hall. "I'm willing to accept you were hired for your intelligence," Buffy allowed. "Trust me. I got this," I snickered. Buffy didn't trust me, yet she knew my tone well. Buffy holstered her weapon and stood back. "This isn't over, Buffy," the Amazon she'd pulled down on snapped. "Go for it," Buffy chuckled. "You are running off with Katrina's male. I was trying to assert her rights and you have defied her. I gleefully await her judgment." The woman snarled then grunted as my three captures pulled me up. Buffy was on her phone, typing away a text when the women realized my feet weren't planted under me. I started to topple over. "Stand up, damn you," Stanica demanded. I looked to Buffy for confirmation of that order. She smiled while indicating nothing. "Stand up," the third Amazon insisted. She backed that up with a jab to my left kidney. Damn, this place was hellishly unlucky for the left side of my body. That did not encourage me to stand. "Fine, we'll drag him in," Stanica changed up. I didn't resist one bit. I acted like dead weight. This scene was made all the more precious by the audience Elsa had gathered for whatever exhibition she had planned for me. The whole sparring area was surrounded by Amazons clearly waiting on me. Most were cross-legged though a few knelt behind the first rank. I could see Elsa, spear in hand, watching those three lugging me in from her position in the Southwest corner of the mats. "What's wrong with him?" Elsa inquired calmly. "He is afraid," Stanica answered. I would have replied, but I knew silence would be far more cutting. See; everyone expect me to have a comeback. My quiet unsettled them. The three unceremoniously dumped me next to the Northeast corner. I lay there. I had noticed two axes about a meter in on the mat. I pulled myself into a position where my ass was resting on my heels. "My Sisters," Elsa began. "There has been some interest in Cáel's two-axe style as well as various theories on how to defeat it. Today, I will display the long spear technique's ability to overcome this problem." "Cáel, pick up the axes and prepare yourself. I will wait until you indicate your readiness," Elsa nodded my way. Very friendly. I looked around a bit, rather bored. "Cáel?" she repeated. I looked at Elsa. "Oh, were you under some delusion that you could tell me what to do, Elsa?" I replied. There was a hush for so many reasons. Elsa being denied, a man denying anything to any of them, and my cavalier, even dismissive attitude toward the Full-blooded assembly. "Under what delusion do you think you can safely defy me?" Elsa smiled shark-like. "Hmmm," I mused, "let me think. You are not Hayden, Katrina, or Buffy; my chain of command. You are not Aya, who I love. You are not acting in my best interest as it relates to Havenstone. Yeah, that should about cover it." "I am a woman of Havenstone and I am giving you, a male, an order. There is no acceptable reason to disobey," Elsa countered. "You are incorrect," I began. The ladies around me didn't like that. "I cannot betray my Amazons. You do not possess the power to force me to disappoint them." "Your Amazons?" A chocolate Amazon with a shaved pate jumped up. "We are not 'yours', filth." "Were you born stupid, or has education made you that way?" I spat back. An ass-whooping was in the offing. "If you came at Hayden, or Katrina, do you think I'd sit idly by and let them fight alone?" I kept at it, though I remained kneeling. "If you threaten any member of Executive Services, or House Epona, make peace with your Ancestors because I will fight, bleed and die for MY Amazons. I've already proved that oath. Your opinion on the matter is less than rat-piss to me." I'm sure arrogance has a use. I haven't found one yet, but I don't ignore the possibility. Chocolate chick grabbed for my hair, ready to slit my throat the moment she tilted my head back. This would have been appropriate if I was one of their old male population. Only total arrogance had kept her from actually listening to the words of defiance coming out of my mouth. I caught her hand, flipped her over and drove the top of her skull into the mat. That shoots a numbing jolt right up the spine, I can tell you from experience. I snatched the knife from her helpless fingers as she finished flipping over, her head closest to me then pressed the blade to her jugular. "Not a single person in this room matters to me. The only person that should matter to you, is me," I stated calmly and quietly. "That being the case, chose your next words carefully and with due consideration of everything I've said before this moment." I was going to die if I killed her. That wouldn't save her life from her own, small, razor-sharp blade. Almost a minute passed. "Cáel, give me my blade," she replied in a rather brave voice. I pulled my hand up, spun the blade around and pressed it into her palm. She slowly sat up and swiveled around until we were face to face, her cross-legged and me, back to my kneeling pose. Her eyes were ice cold. "I was never in any danger, was I?" the woman half-asked, half stated. "Of course not. I would never shame Katrina that way. I'd kill for her. Killing an Amazon to save my own life would not be something she'd allow," I explained as much to the room as the woman. "Don't lie," another Amazon teased me; thankfully. It was Traska Maza; from the Medical Center. "I heard you murdered an Amazon on Friday; end of business." "Yep," I confessed. "Hayden has admonished me from repeating that method of assassination. I swear that if Fabiola keeps calling 'Runners' 'Lost Bloods', I'm going to figure out another way to get her." "The term 'Lost Blood' is the term we use. Accept it, Male," Stanica growled. I had to think about that. I stood up, so I had a good view of the SD bitch. I also had to work up the proper insult. Anything I directed at Stanica would be useless. I knew their weakness though. "Hey," I addressed my African opponent. "Stanica's mother mated with her own paternal male to give birth to Stanica. I read it in an inner-office e-mail." Total lie, but the 'lie' wasn't mine. It was from an unnamed Amazon and it insulted her bloodline, something she truly valued. I glared at Stanica. "That is why it is insulting. In a blood-conscious culture, you are rubbing their noses in a fact beyond their control." "I agree," Oneida spoke up. "'Lost Bloods' is insulting. I had never questioned that before. 'Runners is a better term. I will ask my house to use it from now on." "That's not going to save him," Stanica seethed. "Do you want to know where the memo came from?" I inquired of Stanica. "There is no memo," Stanica snapped. I shrugged. "Why would I make it up? Such a deadly insult?" I pressed the point. Oh, I had made it up because I hate bigotry, especially when it is aimed at someone who was almost a friend. "Who?" she glared. "I don't know, but I know who does," I offered. "She's right outside that door," I pointed to the main entrance. Now, do people recall that divide I was talking about way back in Chapter Two? It worked both ways. Full-bloods were aware of the oppression they exerted on their 'Lost Blood/Runner' sisters. Creeping around in the back of some of their minds was the worry that those newcomers resented their superiors. Had the two groups been truly united, Stanica wouldn't have given my bluff a second glance. Here was the backlash of being a bigot; the idea that those you hated, hating you right back. In short order, Buffy was by my side and listening to Stanica's grievance. Finally we were speaking English again. "Man, Desiree is going to be so sorry she missed this," Buffy looked down at me. I was kneeling again so she was able to appear lofty and run her hand through my hair the way she liked to do when she was extra horny for me. I also liked the way her boobs nearly obscured her face from my view. Very nice tits. "Stanica, he lied to you," Buffy revealed. "I knew it! Stand aside, I'm going to gut the little shit," Stanica started to come at me. "No you don't," Buffy interposed herself. "See, Cáel was following his instructions and he used your idiocy against you, Dumbass," she gloated to Stanica. "He was ordered to serve at my side today, so that is what he did. Who in the right mind would commit anything about blood prestige to an office e-mail anyway? It wasn't even up to his normally superb level of deception." "Then he should be punished for lying to me," Stanica seethed. "I told him to," Buffy wasn't even lying. She'd approved my plan the moment she agreed to 'trust me'. "When?" Elsa requested. She was coming our way. Buffy looked over her shoulder. "Funny, you don't look like Katrina, Elsa," Buffy guffawed. "Make an official request through the proper channels. You don't get to tell me what to do." "Do we need to clarify our positions?" Elsa menaced. I jumped up and took up a boxing stance. With Stanica on one side, Elsa on the other and the preference of Amazons to gang up on opponents, I had to have her back. "Kneel," Buffy tapped my shoulder. I knelt. "Honestly Elsa, Cáel fucked me so hard and long this weekend that even your pettiness doesn't annoy me today. Now, why are we here?" "He's not allowed to have sex," Traska seemed a bit distressed. Me having sex outside the office had never occurred to her apparently. "Strangely, I have all of you to thank for that," Buffy smugly regarded the room. "While you let Constanza and Crewe ambush him then sat back uselessly while he kicked both their asses, gazed on as he refused to take advantage of Constanza once she was clearly incapable of resisting and let her put a blade to his throat, he found a way to legally sleep with me." "Afraid? With a blade to his throat, he couldn't care less about any of you," Buffy regaled them. "Oh, we know you don't care what he thinks; or what I think. Well, welcome to the world you've created. I don't care what you think. Blood Prestige? I'll only give as much respect as I'm given. I am embarrassed I ever thought any of you were better than me." "My prestige is that I volunteered for this lifestyle. I made a choice that no one else in this room ever had the courage to make; to abandon my old life for another, unknown one. From here on out, I'm going to be like Cáel. One of you bitches puts a hand on me, be ready to back it up," Buffy challenged them. Not the best move as far as I could tell. "Be prepared to be put in your place," Elsa grinned. "Go right ahead. Don't get too worked up. There are around a hundred of my fellow; 'Runners' at the door," Buffy smirked. "It is best to end this rebellion right now," the chocolate opponent stood up. "Over what?" I looked up. I hated Buffy making me kneel. "The 'Runners' are doing the exact same tasks you are doing. They want to be awarded respect for that." "This is not your place," the woman stated to me. As an afterthought. "Ngozi." "Thank you," I acknowledged her consideration of giving me her name. "Ha," Buffy snorted. "Oh; rebellion? Let's just say when we realized that (dead word) meant Lost Bloods, we were; unhappy. All this weekend, this petty insult had been spreading out to all our non-Full-blood sisters. Actually, we have come up with two alternatives. One was to approach Hayden with our grievance." "The other was to start calling the rest of you (dead word) (which meant 'Poison Bloods')," Buffy stared down the festering crowd. "After all, we are all fertile and the few children we have been allowed to have are born without defect." Amazons don't threaten often. Normally they simply go straight to the punishment. I was somewhat of an exception for reasons that somehow alluded me. I tried to stand again, but Buffy pushed me back down. Pain was imminent then the muttering began. Around us, small clumps of Full-bloods began pushing for space. That could only mean they were getting ready to fight and since they weren't close to us, they were getting ready to fight their own sisters. I doubted they were enamored with me, or the 'Runner' cause. This was a common sense reaction. They recognized a no-win contest when they saw it. 'Runners' were demanding respect; same recognition for taking the same risks. They weren't even asking for admission into the 'Host'; the true Amazons and their House structure. The tipping points in this protest had been Fabiola and the loyalist opposition led by Helena, the only 'Runner' close enough to my struggle Friday afternoon that could have started it. Remember, the Old Kingdom Hittite language was a closely guarded secret. So secret that Buffy, despite her years of loyal service, hadn't been taught it. There had been decades of small slights that led to this. It wasn't me, except for the definition thing. Fabiola was hardly an aberration. The other female 'new hires' were more the exception than the rule. That was probably why Katrina had chosen them. In her profession; internal and external security; creative thinking and flexibility were as important as blood lines. "Excuse me," a soft voice penetrated the chaos. The noise died down. Tessa Carmichael moved through the crowd to the mat. "Oh, by the Seven Sister Goddesses, of course Cáel Nyilas is here." Then, in English, "Buffy, pardon me but I think this needs my attention." See, a good ass-reaming is done in a target's native language. Tessa went back to Old Kingdom Hittite. "Why are there a 150 sisters outside in the hall milling around?" Tessa began. She held up her hand to truncate the various responses. "Why does it look like you are all preparing for a general melee? Lastly, why are Buffy and Cáel even here? You would think that after his last episode, he'd be avoiding this place." "The 'Lost Bloods' outside are part of a rebellion of their kind, a few of our sisters don't appreciate the threat this poses and; Cáel is here because Elsa invited him here," Ngozi explained. "I'm not exactly sure why Buffy is here?" "Cáel, have you inflicted this building with a histrionic-inducing vapor?" Tessa looked at me with exasperation. I blinked. I had to recall what 'histrionic' meant then I knew what to do. I held up my hand in front of my face, exhaling into it to see if something was 'bad' with my breath. Next, I sniffed my underarms. Lastly, I peeked down my tight shorts to make sure that wasn't the cause. "Nope," I reassured Tessa, "I'm good. I mean, I've been good; this time." "Will miracles never cease," Tessa muttered. The comedy was bleeding the tension and hostility from the room. "Let me try this again. Since top down doesn't work, let's start in the dirt beneath the basement. Cáel, what is going on?" "Okay; give me a second to make this sound reasonable and convincing," I furrowed my brow. "For starters, Buffy and me were working the queue which currently indicated that I was to come here and participate with Elsa in a weapons exhibition," I began. "Buffy became confused by the flickering ceiling lights so I persevered alone. While we waited, Elsa and I engaged in a discussion of corporate etiquette." "The conversation migrated into matters of close combat techniques and mat thickness, which Ngozi assisted with. Clearly satisfied that we were all becoming fast friends, the discussion traveled to Old Kingdom Hittite terminology, background and the ambiguity of some definitions," I continued my literary conjurations. "Buffy discovered she hadn't made me her bitch in the past ten minutes, so hunted me down to this place," I grinned at Buffy. "Since Buffy was hankering for a bit of cuddle time, we were wrapping up the matter of 'Lost Bloods' only being used by total Prom Queen Wannabes while 'Runners' was growing in popularity because it was a word actually used at your people's genesis." Pause. "Was any bit of that the truth?" Tessa looked to Elsa and Ngozi. "No," they both responded. "But, it makes the mess that happened sound far better than the reality," Ngozi added. "That I will agree with," Elsa said. "Buffy," Tessa addressed my boss in English, "the Council will discuss this matter of terminology at the next meeting. Have our sisters outside disperse." "Yes Tessa," Buffy nodded then weaved her way to the entrance. Tessa walked up, patted me on the head as she shook hers. "We really should poison, strangle, stab, shoot and finally throw you off the highest available peak," she smiled warmly at me; psycho. "If you added 'rolling me in a carpet and tossing me in a frozen river' we could call it 'pulling a Rasputin," I grinned back. "I love you," she looked all affectionate. I wanted to cry on the inside; and the outside. "Damn! Now you tell me," I grumbled. "I sent away for a mail-order bride from the Ukraine on Sunday and you know there is no money-back guarantee." "You are enchanting," she chuckled. I wanted to die. "You'll get used to us, I promise." Yes, the head of Human Resources could read my mind. "Tessa, before I get back to Elsa demolishing me, can I ask you something?" I inquired. "Yes." "During that last interview process, you were seriously throwing out the 'let's do it on the table' vibe, weren't you?" I posed. "Very much so," she beamed utter joy. "I was truly impressed that, with your history with woman, you constrained yourself." "If I had come on to you, would I have lost this job opportunity?" I asked. "Oh Goddess no," Tessa laughed. "Someday I should let you read the sheaves and sheaves of transcripts our investigators gathered on your sexual exploits." "That's why you've never encountered anyone from Human Resources in the building. They are forbidden to be alone, or only in the company of other Human Resources employees, with you out of fear they'd rape you," Tessa informed me. "Is he really that good?" Traska asked. "His college years don't read as a triple X rated movie; they read as top shelf erotic fiction," Tessa enlightened the masses. "Oh, Cáel, the nun hopes you're are still seeking spiritual fulfillment." "Cool. How is she doing?" I responded. "She's in Uganda, working at a Catholic school for war orphans," Tessa answered. "You slept with a nun?" Oneida gulped. "Oneida, if there was no intern program, and this wasn't an Evil Empire, I'd never leave this place. I'd move my bed into a spare room, set up a mini-bar and spend every second off the clock seducing each and every one of you," I stated. Even the ones who didn't terribly like me chuckled, snorted, or laughed. "To answer your question: sort of Oneida. I slept with a woman who was about to take Holy Vows, not truly a nun," I confessed. "I've slept with a Wiccan Priestess too, if that matters." "Why do you think you can treat us like those lesser women?" Ngozi looked angry. "You have tits, a vagina, are straight, or bisexual, and between the ages of 18 to 70," I shot right back. "I have no desire to sleep with men, or lesbians. Outside of that, given somewhere between five minutes and five days, I could nail every women in this room. It is not that I'm better than any of you." "I can do it because you all are hopelessly arrogant, thus unable to put forth an effective defense because you don't believe I can seduce you. Add to that, I can figure out what you want in an erotic encounter. End of story," I sighed. "Frankly, having lived lives devoid of romance, you Full-bloods are too easy." I could see Tessa smirking. Not only had I seduced all kinds of women, apparently all of them had been willing to relate those encounters. I'm a great lover and a lousy boyfriend. "We would never submit to your predations," yet another Amazon jumped in. Sex. I told them, they are simply too easy; except Katrina, Tessa and Hayden. They were scary. I'd still sleep with them because I had no common sense. "Hey Lady, if you want to be on top, I'm okay with that," I smiled disarmingly. Plant the idea of erotic positions early. It can be as easy as pushing up against a girl from behind, or a hug. "If I ever consented to have sex with you, you would do what I said," she persisted. "That sounds like fun; 70 more days and its Hunting Season," I winked. I repeat,
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THE BALANCED MOMTALITY- Pelvic Floor/Core Rehab For The Pregnant and Postpartum Mom
Hey Lady! This week as we are getting ready to dive head first into fall and back to school routines, I thought it would be a great time to chat about habits and how we can habit hack our lives to be more successful and less overwhelmed! It can be so hard to show up consistently and make a habit stick, especially for women. Why is that, though? Inside this week's episode I have the wonderful Emily Nichols who is the host of Habit Hack Your Health—a top 1.5% podcast that helps working moms and entrepreneurs habit hack their health in less time, guilt free. From her own struggles, Emily finally found that women have to do habits differently and she's sharing the solutions on how to live a healthy lifestyle that doesn't feel overwhelming or complicated, but rather sustainable and empowering through the power of HABIT HACKING! Think of this as Atomic Habits For Women! Emily is now on a mission to redefine what health really means and equip other women with these sustainable habit hacks to help midlife moms train for life! Emily is also a wife, #boymom to 2 boys, Certified Personal Trainer, Orangetheory Coach, Yoga & Meditation Instructor, Behavior Change Specialist, & Taco Tuesday Enthusiast. I am so excited for you to listen to our chat as we go over many practical strategies that you can start using TODAY to get your fitness and back to school routines in order! As always, if you are experiencing any pelvic floor/women's health issue like urinary incontinence/leaking, pelvic pain, pain with sex, urgency, heaviness/prolapse or any other back/hip/joint pain let's get you booked for a virtual coaching session or in person physical therapy session for a more individualized plan and one-on-one instructions so you can feel confident in your body and start healing today!! Make Sure to reach out to> PTDes@balancedmomtality.com AND/OR Join my FREE Facebook community for ACCOUNTABILITY and a safe and supportive place to share and support each other!> https://www.facebook.com/groups/1696216757461633/ Join my VIP Insider group and receive my Newsletter full of great tips and tricks and upcoming resources! > https://newsletter.balancedmomtality.com/ Follow and get tips/tricks on: Facebook> @thebalancedmomtality Instagram> @the_balanced_momtality Learn > www.balancedmomtality.com Contact Emily: IG: www.instagram.com/emilynichols22 Podcast: Habit Hack Your Health Freebie: bit.ly/atomichabitsforwomen
Jorge goes 2Hard2Fast with the talented Ben Durand, quickly making waves in the music industry for his unique voice and deeply powerful & emotional songwriting. Join us as we dive into Ben's journey since deciding in pursuing a music career to his current success as a music artist. This is Ben Durand's second time on 2Hard2FastPodcast, discover the story behind his heartfelt song, "Waiting on You," a touching tribute to parents navigating infertility, drawn from his personal experiences. Plus, don't miss the exclusive performance of his latest single "Hey Lady," a powerful anthem based on someone seeking help with battling addiction.Hit play and get ready for an inspiring conversation filled with inspring topics, quirky banter, and incredible music!
Apple has reportedly ceased work on the next Vision Pro with a focus on releasing a cheaper model in 2025. More information about Apple Intelligence is starting to roll out. Cheaper Vision Pro, Apple Pay Later, Apple Watch. And it's hard to talk about rumors sometimes, but reportedly, the upcoming Apple Watch Series 10 may get a larger screen and thinner design, according to Ming-chi Kuo. Apple's new AI is made in Google data centers. Apple to 'pay' OpenAI for ChatGPT through distribution, not cash. This is our best look yet at RCS working on an iPhone. Tim Cook may have met with Trump during WWDC to discuss second term priorities. Apple suspends work on next Vision Pro, focused on releasing cheaper model in late 2025. What are all these Apple executives doing with their legs? Steven Spielberg's Apple Watch keeps throwing false "Fall Detection" alerts during his packed talk Tribeca Film Festival; he throws it in desperation. US sues Adobe for 'deceiving' subscriptions that are too hard to cancel. Apple discontinuing Apple Pay Later, ahead of new features launching this fall. Ok, fine, here's Apple Intelligence. An accidental lock-in feature of the Apple ecosystem. Apple Watch Series 10 to get larger screen and thinner design, per Ming-chi Kuo. macOS Sequoia brings an unexpected update to Apple's Chess game. Howard Schultz, former Starbucks CEO, says Steve Jobs 'screamed in his face' telling him to fire his entire leadership team—and he was right. Apple refuses to notarize emulators in EU. Picks of the Week: Alex's Pick: Mix Effect Pro Andy's Pick: ODOSOLA Tablet Stand Jason's Pick: Zoom H6Essential Hosts: Leo Laporte, Alex Lindsay, Andy Ihnatko, and Jason Snell Download or subscribe to this show at https://twit.tv/shows/macbreak-weekly. Get episodes ad-free with Club TWiT at https://twit.tv/clubtwit Sponsors: wix.com/studio cachefly.com/twit
Apple has reportedly ceased work on the next Vision Pro with a focus on releasing a cheaper model in 2025. More information about Apple Intelligence is starting to roll out. Cheaper Vision Pro, Apple Pay Later, Apple Watch. And it's hard to talk about rumors sometimes, but reportedly, the upcoming Apple Watch Series 10 may get a larger screen and thinner design, according to Ming-chi Kuo. Apple's new AI is made in Google data centers. Apple to 'pay' OpenAI for ChatGPT through distribution, not cash. This is our best look yet at RCS working on an iPhone. Tim Cook may have met with Trump during WWDC to discuss second term priorities. Apple suspends work on next Vision Pro, focused on releasing cheaper model in late 2025. What are all these Apple executives doing with their legs? Steven Spielberg's Apple Watch keeps throwing false "Fall Detection" alerts during his packed talk Tribeca Film Festival; he throws it in desperation. US sues Adobe for 'deceiving' subscriptions that are too hard to cancel. Apple discontinuing Apple Pay Later, ahead of new features launching this fall. Ok, fine, here's Apple Intelligence. An accidental lock-in feature of the Apple ecosystem. Apple Watch Series 10 to get larger screen and thinner design, per Ming-chi Kuo. macOS Sequoia brings an unexpected update to Apple's Chess game. Howard Schultz, former Starbucks CEO, says Steve Jobs 'screamed in his face' telling him to fire his entire leadership team—and he was right. Apple refuses to notarize emulators in EU. Picks of the Week: Alex's Pick: Mix Effect Pro Andy's Pick: ODOSOLA Tablet Stand Jason's Pick: Zoom H6Essential Hosts: Leo Laporte, Alex Lindsay, Andy Ihnatko, and Jason Snell Download or subscribe to this show at https://twit.tv/shows/macbreak-weekly. Get episodes ad-free with Club TWiT at https://twit.tv/clubtwit Sponsors: wix.com/studio cachefly.com/twit
Apple has reportedly ceased work on the next Vision Pro with a focus on releasing a cheaper model in 2025. More information about Apple Intelligence is starting to roll out. Cheaper Vision Pro, Apple Pay Later, Apple Watch. And it's hard to talk about rumors sometimes, but reportedly, the upcoming Apple Watch Series 10 may get a larger screen and thinner design, according to Ming-chi Kuo. Apple's new AI is made in Google data centers. Apple to 'pay' OpenAI for ChatGPT through distribution, not cash. This is our best look yet at RCS working on an iPhone. Tim Cook may have met with Trump during WWDC to discuss second term priorities. Apple suspends work on next Vision Pro, focused on releasing cheaper model in late 2025. What are all these Apple executives doing with their legs? Steven Spielberg's Apple Watch keeps throwing false "Fall Detection" alerts during his packed talk Tribeca Film Festival; he throws it in desperation. US sues Adobe for 'deceiving' subscriptions that are too hard to cancel. Apple discontinuing Apple Pay Later, ahead of new features launching this fall. Ok, fine, here's Apple Intelligence. An accidental lock-in feature of the Apple ecosystem. Apple Watch Series 10 to get larger screen and thinner design, per Ming-chi Kuo. macOS Sequoia brings an unexpected update to Apple's Chess game. Howard Schultz, former Starbucks CEO, says Steve Jobs 'screamed in his face' telling him to fire his entire leadership team—and he was right. Apple refuses to notarize emulators in EU. Picks of the Week: Alex's Pick: Mix Effect Pro Andy's Pick: ODOSOLA Tablet Stand Jason's Pick: Zoom H6Essential Hosts: Leo Laporte, Alex Lindsay, Andy Ihnatko, and Jason Snell Download or subscribe to this show at https://twit.tv/shows/macbreak-weekly. Get episodes ad-free with Club TWiT at https://twit.tv/clubtwit Sponsors: wix.com/studio cachefly.com/twit
Apple has reportedly ceased work on the next Vision Pro with a focus on releasing a cheaper model in 2025. More information about Apple Intelligence is starting to roll out. Cheaper Vision Pro, Apple Pay Later, Apple Watch. And it's hard to talk about rumors sometimes, but reportedly, the upcoming Apple Watch Series 10 may get a larger screen and thinner design, according to Ming-chi Kuo. Apple's new AI is made in Google data centers. Apple to 'pay' OpenAI for ChatGPT through distribution, not cash. This is our best look yet at RCS working on an iPhone. Tim Cook may have met with Trump during WWDC to discuss second term priorities. Apple suspends work on next Vision Pro, focused on releasing cheaper model in late 2025. What are all these Apple executives doing with their legs? Steven Spielberg's Apple Watch keeps throwing false "Fall Detection" alerts during his packed talk Tribeca Film Festival; he throws it in desperation. US sues Adobe for 'deceiving' subscriptions that are too hard to cancel. Apple discontinuing Apple Pay Later, ahead of new features launching this fall. Ok, fine, here's Apple Intelligence. An accidental lock-in feature of the Apple ecosystem. Apple Watch Series 10 to get larger screen and thinner design, per Ming-chi Kuo. macOS Sequoia brings an unexpected update to Apple's Chess game. Howard Schultz, former Starbucks CEO, says Steve Jobs 'screamed in his face' telling him to fire his entire leadership team—and he was right. Apple refuses to notarize emulators in EU. Picks of the Week: Alex's Pick: Mix Effect Pro Andy's Pick: ODOSOLA Tablet Stand Jason's Pick: Zoom H6Essential Hosts: Leo Laporte, Alex Lindsay, Andy Ihnatko, and Jason Snell Download or subscribe to this show at https://twit.tv/shows/macbreak-weekly. Get episodes ad-free with Club TWiT at https://twit.tv/clubtwit Sponsors: wix.com/studio cachefly.com/twit
Apple has reportedly ceased work on the next Vision Pro with a focus on releasing a cheaper model in 2025. More information about Apple Intelligence is starting to roll out. Cheaper Vision Pro, Apple Pay Later, Apple Watch. And it's hard to talk about rumors sometimes, but reportedly, the upcoming Apple Watch Series 10 may get a larger screen and thinner design, according to Ming-chi Kuo. Apple's new AI is made in Google data centers. Apple to 'pay' OpenAI for ChatGPT through distribution, not cash. This is our best look yet at RCS working on an iPhone. Tim Cook may have met with Trump during WWDC to discuss second term priorities. Apple suspends work on next Vision Pro, focused on releasing cheaper model in late 2025. What are all these Apple executives doing with their legs? Steven Spielberg's Apple Watch keeps throwing false "Fall Detection" alerts during his packed talk Tribeca Film Festival; he throws it in desperation. US sues Adobe for 'deceiving' subscriptions that are too hard to cancel. Apple discontinuing Apple Pay Later, ahead of new features launching this fall. Ok, fine, here's Apple Intelligence. An accidental lock-in feature of the Apple ecosystem. Apple Watch Series 10 to get larger screen and thinner design, per Ming-chi Kuo. macOS Sequoia brings an unexpected update to Apple's Chess game. Howard Schultz, former Starbucks CEO, says Steve Jobs 'screamed in his face' telling him to fire his entire leadership team—and he was right. Apple refuses to notarize emulators in EU. Picks of the Week: Alex's Pick: Mix Effect Pro Andy's Pick: ODOSOLA Tablet Stand Jason's Pick: Zoom H6Essential Hosts: Leo Laporte, Alex Lindsay, Andy Ihnatko, and Jason Snell Download or subscribe to this show at https://twit.tv/shows/macbreak-weekly. Get episodes ad-free with Club TWiT at https://twit.tv/clubtwit Sponsors: wix.com/studio cachefly.com/twit
Apple has reportedly ceased work on the next Vision Pro with a focus on releasing a cheaper model in 2025. More information about Apple Intelligence is starting to roll out. Cheaper Vision Pro, Apple Pay Later, Apple Watch. And it's hard to talk about rumors sometimes, but reportedly, the upcoming Apple Watch Series 10 may get a larger screen and thinner design, according to Ming-chi Kuo. Apple's new AI is made in Google data centers. Apple to 'pay' OpenAI for ChatGPT through distribution, not cash. This is our best look yet at RCS working on an iPhone. Tim Cook may have met with Trump during WWDC to discuss second term priorities. Apple suspends work on next Vision Pro, focused on releasing cheaper model in late 2025. What are all these Apple executives doing with their legs? Steven Spielberg's Apple Watch keeps throwing false "Fall Detection" alerts during his packed talk Tribeca Film Festival; he throws it in desperation. US sues Adobe for 'deceiving' subscriptions that are too hard to cancel. Apple discontinuing Apple Pay Later, ahead of new features launching this fall. Ok, fine, here's Apple Intelligence. An accidental lock-in feature of the Apple ecosystem. Apple Watch Series 10 to get larger screen and thinner design, per Ming-chi Kuo. macOS Sequoia brings an unexpected update to Apple's Chess game. Howard Schultz, former Starbucks CEO, says Steve Jobs 'screamed in his face' telling him to fire his entire leadership team—and he was right. Apple refuses to notarize emulators in EU. Picks of the Week: Alex's Pick: Mix Effect Pro Andy's Pick: ODOSOLA Tablet Stand Jason's Pick: Zoom H6Essential Hosts: Leo Laporte, Alex Lindsay, Andy Ihnatko, and Jason Snell Download or subscribe to this show at https://twit.tv/shows/macbreak-weekly. Get episodes ad-free with Club TWiT at https://twit.tv/clubtwit Sponsors: wix.com/studio cachefly.com/twit
FRIDAY HR 2 RRR Trivia - What is the #1 favorite Dad Rock song nationwide and state by state? Working on getting Ryan out of his sour mood. Deisi in studio and Ryan finds something about here distracting. Who's in more pain after their career football players or wrestlers.
Cultivating H.E.R. Space: Uplifting Conversations for the Black Woman
Hey Lady! We know you already know that prioritizing your health is a top priority for living a full, fabulous life, but the overarching question is often with what time? Have no fear, this week Dr. Dom and Terri break down all of the ways they fit fitness into their busy lives. There's no getting around the fact that keeping a healthy mind and body are paramount for Black women's existence on the planet. But, getting fit doesn't have to be something you loathe. Tune in to today's episode for ideas on how you can get fine, save time, and have fun! You got this! 1. Focus on moving your body2. Find a physical activity that you enjoy3. Do it at a time and place that works for you4. Understand the importance of your schedule5. Monitor and adjust your mental dialogue6. Seek professional guidance (E.g.; Trainer, therapist, physical therapist, medical doctor, mindset coach)7. Bake fun into your fitness journey8. Know that baby steps are perfectly okay Quote of the Day:“It's time for you to move, realizing that the thing you are seeking is also seeking you.” — Iyanla Vanzant Wisdom Wednesdays with TerriCultivating H.E.R. Space Sanctuary Resources:Dr. Dom's Therapy PracticeBranding with TerriMelanin and Mental HealthTherapy for Black Girls Psychology TodayTherapy for QPOC Where to find us:Twitter: @HERspacepodcastInstagram: @herspacepodcastFacebook: @herspacepodcastWebsite: cultivatingherspace.com
Hey Lady, This Gas Aint Free.
The Reverend Shawn Amos & The Brotherhood "Back To The Beginning (featuring The McCrary Sisters) www.shawnamos.com Dead Roots Revival "Poverty Line" - The Controller's Exam www.deadrootsrevival.ca Professor Louie & The Crowmatix "Tick Tock" - Strike Up The Band www.professorlouie.com Michele D'Amour & The Love Dealers "It Won't Break My Heart" - Hot Mess www.micheledamourandthelovedealers.com Funky Bluester "Ain't No Walk In The Park"- Expensive And Dirty www.funkybluester.com The Hello Darlins "Better Days (featuring Dave Fenley) - The Alders And The Ashes www.thehellodarlins.com The Whiskey Treaty Roadshow "Hey Lady" - Band Together www.thewhiskeytreaty.com ********************* Durham County Poets "Through The Glass" - Out Of The Woods www.durhamcountypoets.com Ryan Chrys & The Rough Cuts "Tonight, A Party" - Blame It On The Road www.roughcutsband.com The Denim Daddies "Grandpa Was A Carpenter" - Northern Goods www.thedenimdaddies.com Seth James "Take It Easy" - Lessons www.sethjamesmsuic.com The Heart Collectors "No Separation" - The Space Between www.theheartcollectors.com Annie & Rod Capps "Mr. Crow" - Love And Rain www.annieandrodcapps.com Claudia Schmidt "Replenish" - Reimagining www.claudiaschmidt.com Jared Rabin "Remind Myself To Breathe" - www.jaredrabin.com Closing music: MFSB "My Mood" Running time: 4 hours 3 minutes --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/radiocblue/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/radiocblue/support
It's another Luke Mones Explained. Luke chops it up with comedian Ian Fidance (Bein' Ian with Jordan). They talk about Luke getting into moshing, Joe Biden saving Ian's school, dressing like Santa, and much more. Come see Luke live: http://LukeMones.komi.io Connect with Luke! Twitter: https://X.com/LukeMones Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/LukeMones Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/LukeMones Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/@LukeMones Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LukeMones Connect with Ian: http://www.ianfidance.com/ https://www.instagram.com/ianimal69/ https://www.youtube.com/@BeinIanPod #LukeMones #standup #comedy #podcast #entertainment #IanFidance #BeinIan #Mystery
THE BALANCED MOMTALITY- Pelvic Floor/Core Rehab For The Pregnant and Postpartum Mom
Hey Lady! It's the next episode in the “Stress Series” and this week I am breaking down some of the basics when it comes to nutrition and our diet and how our stress is impacted by our nutrition and also how our nutrition is impacted by our stress. When we're stressed we typically eat poorly and add on the extra sweets and goodies this time of year and it can be easy to fall into a poor diet and not realize how much those fatty, sugary foods are then causing our anxiety and low energy. However, if we can be a little more aware while we indulge in the tasty treats by adding in some other nutrient dense and beneficial foods, we can get ahead and make out body more adaptable and resilient to moments of stress that we can't control. So today I am going to dive in to some of the basic, easy and game changing foods that you should be including in your diet so that your body can be more adaptable and not only handle the stress of the holiday season, but also fight off illness/disease and avoid flare ups of gut or irritable bladder, or pelvic pain. We have more control with our health and wellness than we think and our diet is our biggest tool. It can be so hard as a busy active mom running around to have time to eat a balanced and healthy diet. Especially during pregnancy and postpartum when the energy might not be there to make homemade meals. Except this is the most important time to eat healthy because you are growing a human or recovering and healing from birthing a human, which requires alot of nutrients and energy. There are alot of easy and quick things you can do to elevate your snacks and meals to make them work for your mental and physical health and not against it! So make sure to check out todays episode so you can fully understand how every choice you make with your diet and activity is influencing your mental and physical health either for better or worse. If you resonated with this episode and/or need help with improving your sleep, stress or any pelvic floor/women's health issue like urinary incontinence/leaking, pelvic pain, pain with sex, urgency, heaviness/prolapse or any other back/hip/joint pain let's get you booked for a virtual coaching session or in person physical therapy session for a more individualized plan and one-on-one instructions so you can feel confident in your body and start healing today!! Make Sure to reach out to> PTDes@balancedmomtality.com AND/OR Join my FREE Facebook community for ACCOUNTABILITY and a safe and supportive place to share and support each other!> https://www.facebook.com/groups/1696216757461633/ Join my VIP Insider group and receive my Newsletter full of great tips and tricks and upcoming resources! > https://newsletter.balancedmomtality.com/ Follow and get tips/tricks on: Facebook> @thebalancedmomtality Instagram> @the_balanced_momtality Learn > www.balancedmomtality.com
Eric and creative partner/man behind "Kraft Punk" Dan Curry reminisce about the days of doing rooms around NYC and the crazy shit they have seen and heard. They talk about a comic who was obsessed with the word "queef" and how the audience didn't vibe off of it at all, what it means to be good on stage versus online, drinking cultures in the US vs. Europe, and the obsession with numbers when it comes to pleasing a woman. It's all lies and completely cringe when you think about it. Pre-Order our new book "Dumb Ideas" here Get Your Tickets to the Eric Andre Explosion Tour here! Rate and Review Bombing with Eric Andre hereDo you like listening to Bombing and want extended conversations with more bombing stories every week? Then check out Big Money Players Diamond, a new subscription available exclusively on Apple Podcasts, where you can get exclusive material from all my interviews for the show, plus 100% ad-free episodes every week. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Elvis Costello "Radio Radio" - This Year's Model New Order "Crystal" - Get Ready Elastica "Blue" - s/t *************** Glen Roethel "Vanishing Point (Flying)" (featuring Sloan Wainwright) - Unfolding (2013) www.glenroethel.com Sloan Wainwright "These Are The Days" - Life Grows Back (2006) www.sloanwainwright.com Cosy Sheridan "Row" - Eros (2008) www.cosysheridan.com Jim McCarty "Breath Of The Wind" http://www.jamesmccarty.com/ Ellis Paul "Sometime, Someplace" - The Day After Everything Changed (2010) www.ellispaul.com Jack Nelson "Cry For Mama" - www.jacknelsonband.com Sarah Pierce "Cowgirls Ride" - Cowboy's Daughter www.sarahpierce.com Fischer-Z "The Hamburg Beat" - Lovw https://fischer-z.com/ Ben Gage "Otherside" - Two Singing Songs www.bengagemusic.com *************** These are some of the participating artists in the upcoming Black Bear Americana Festival www.blackbearmusicfest.com The Whiskey Treaty Roadshow "Hey Lady" - Band Together www.thewhiskeytreaty.com The Slambovian Circus Of Dreams "Sunday In The Rain" - Flapjacks From The Sky (2004) www.slambovia.com The Currys "Water From The Well" - Follow (2014) www.thecurrysmusic.com Shannah In A Dress "Boomerang" - Robot www.shannainadress.com Kirsten Maxwell "We Always Miss" - Crimson (2015) www.kirstenmaxwell.com ****************** Six Impossible Things "Happy" www.facebook.com/siximpossiblethingsvi Chapell "Once You've Got" - Love In The Summer Of Trouble www.thisischapell.com Zeeteah Massiah "Sistas" www.zeeteah.com Ballyhoo! "Insomniac" - Shellshock www.ballyhoorocks.com Lusitanian Ghosts "September" - Lusitanian Ghosts III https://lusitanianghosts.net/ *********************** Len Price 3 "The Grass is Always Greener" https://www.facebook.com/thelenprice3/ Bettie Serveert "Sundazed To The Core" - Palomine www.bettieserveert.com Vampires Everywhere "Cry Little Sister" https://www.facebook.com/vampireseverywhereofficial/ Mamma Freedom "Seren" https://www.facebook.com/MammaFreedom The Dollyrots "Hey Girl" - Night Owls www.thedollyrots.com The Dollyrots "Because I'm Awesome" - Because I'm Awesome (2007) www.thedollyrots.com Kurt Baker "Rock N' Roll Club" - Rock N' Roll Club https://www.facebook.com/KurtBakerMusic/ --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/radiocblue/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/radiocblue/support
Hey Lady! I'm your host Laura Day and I'm so stoked to have you here. We're back with an all new Season of Confessions of a Surf Lady for you. Tune into this episode for a quick note from me before you dive into a juicy Season 4!Episode SponsorConfessions of a Surf Lady is supported by The Surf Société, our unique digital women's surfing platform where we come together to Learn More. Surf Better. Live Happy.Try out a membership with your first 2 weeks FREE visit Surfsociete.com/joinFollow us on InstagramFollow Laura Day: @confessionsofasurfladyFollow The Surf Société for surf lady tips and resources: @surfsocieteMore Resources for youAccess the FREE Read the Break Lesson inside The Surf Société when you join our Shaka Social Open House: surfsociete.com/shakaSupport the showConfessions of a Surf Lady is supported by The Surf Société, our unique digital women's surfing platform where we come together to Learn More. Surf Better. Live Happy. Try out a membership with your first 2 weeks FREE visit Surfsociete.com/join
LEARN TO LIVE LOW-TOX | Simple Clean Eating, Healthy Food, Holistic, Detox, Organic, Healthy Recipes
Hey Lady! Today we're talking about a new product called Apeel they're now placing on select produce. In this episode find out what Apeel is, why you want to avoid it, and which produce to look out for. I pray you find this episode informative and helpful! -Mary LINKS MENTIONED: Join my FREE Facebook Group! >> learntolivelowtox.com
LEARN TO LIVE LOW-TOX | Simple Clean Eating, Healthy Food, Holistic, Detox, Organic, Healthy Recipes
Hey Lady, are you starting to really pay attention to what you're eating? Are you reading the ingredients in your food? Today we're talking about the top 3 ingredients to look out for. There are definitely more than just 3, but these are a great starting point! I pray this encourages you today! xo, -Mary Contact me anytime at hello@learntolivelowtox.com. I'd love to hear from you!
LEARN TO LIVE LOW-TOX | Simple Clean Eating, Healthy Food, Holistic, Detox, Organic, Healthy Recipes
Hey Lady, Today we are talking about the 3 things you need to know about eating clean! If you are just starting out, these are foundational things to know as you start your eating clean journey. If you've been eating clean for a while, it's always good to keep these in mind. I pray this encouraged you today! xo, -Mary Contact me anytime at hello@learntolivelowtox.com I'd love to hear from you!
The LA Time Festival of Books is next weekend (April 22-23) at USC! And Malik Books has been named a special seller for the Children's Stage! Booksigning Schedule SATURDAY, APRIL 22 Booth 880 Gail Lerner - 11AM Tatyerra Mikell - 11AM Craig Smith, former Los Angeles Clipper - 1PM Ashley M. Coleman - 1PM Supanova Slom - 3PM Erika Kendrick - 3PM Booth 538 Craig Smith, former Los Angeles Clipper - 11AM Tatyerra Mikell - 1PM Billie King - 3PM SUNDAY, APRIL 23 Booth 880 Laura Cathcart Robbins - 11AM Amina Lovell - 11AM Ashley Jean Granillo - 11AM Jayne Allen - 1PM Cindy Montenegro -1PM Rodney Barnes - 1PM Carell Augustus - 3PM Andrea J. Loney - 3PM Booth 538 - Sun April 23 Brianna Gipson - 11AM Nadine Luke - 1PM Norky the Celebrity - 11AM to 5PM FULL SCHEDULE: https://events.latimes.com/festivalofbooks/schedule/ And Malik's secret weapon, April, interviews LaeTania Richardson about her book Love Saw It and her lifestyle brand “Hey Lady, by Tania” E-mail Malik at RealMalikMuhammad@gmail.comSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
It must be the end of the world; I'm not leaving Must be the end of my time; I'm not breathing Somebody tell me who I Am ; I'm bleeding; Don't feed me, The needy— I'm fiending for freedom, Believe me Impeccably professional. Are we playing the fame game again? ‘What's my name?' –-we never stopped playing. Well, here it goes then. These guys are gonna rip me apart. Oh, you wish. I did wish. Don't waste a wish on this, Just get some whippets, Disinterest admittedly Skittish, with good intentions; Poignant, and probably proper, By now; How did I manage to have found My way up from the ground? Was once a seed, But never planted JESUS CHRIST. He died. He very died. Right. Remember the time Liquid Stranger– –was it liquid stranger– Yes …I'm not writing that. don't worry, guys, I won't click twice, I'm just trying to find The commonalities, Between these celebrities and Whatever's happening to me “WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?” I screamed from within, my palms unscathed and yet twisted with excruciating pain, as the tears rolled from down my eyes and i hushed the sound of my voice so that the man in the other room wouldn't hear me. Okay. that shit hurt. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. I'm not Jesus, I don't wanna be Jesus. JESUS. Well, fuck that memory. What about this one: WELCOME TO THE ILLUMINATI. Oh. WE HAVE SKRILLEX. oh no. Or, had him. what . Where is he? How would I know. You should know. I don't, tho. Well, dammit. They sure are friendly. Yeah, too friendly. HEY—HEY LADY! Uhm, Excuse me. HEEEEEY Nope, not today. What are you evading? “The Fame Game.” I'm not playing. Aw, come on. NO. Come on! NO. I Always get picked off, or die on drugs–or get hot flashes, it's awful. Pleeeasee– NO. Stop asking me. Oh, so I die in a plane crash. Yeah. Ok. You die in a bathtub. Stay away from me. [ceases to exist] Couldn't fake it Not even fora secod, Not even for a condo; On the 25th floor of the Circa Apartments I'm being honest, “Lost in Los angeles” Like Donkey Kong and Mario Cart rolled into one I'm the controller On the contrary, darling You're all of it, The ending and the start of it A Star amongst the Walk (Against The Hall of It) We're Always Watching. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.
It must be the end of the world; I'm not leaving Must be the end of my time; I'm not breathing Somebody tell me who I Am ; I'm bleeding; Don't feed me, The needy— I'm fiending for freedom, Believe me Impeccably professional. Are we playing the fame game again? ‘What's my name?' –-we never stopped playing. Well, here it goes then. These guys are gonna rip me apart. Oh, you wish. I did wish. Don't waste a wish on this, Just get some whippets, Disinterest admittedly Skittish, with good intentions; Poignant, and probably proper, By now; How did I manage to have found My way up from the ground? Was once a seed, But never planted JESUS CHRIST. He died. He very died. Right. Remember the time Liquid Stranger– –was it liquid stranger– Yes …I'm not writing that. don't worry, guys, I won't click twice, I'm just trying to find The commonalities, Between these celebrities and Whatever's happening to me “WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?” I screamed from within, my palms unscathed and yet twisted with excruciating pain, as the tears rolled from down my eyes and i hushed the sound of my voice so that the man in the other room wouldn't hear me. Okay. that shit hurt. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. I'm not Jesus, I don't wanna be Jesus. JESUS. Well, fuck that memory. What about this one: WELCOME TO THE ILLUMINATI. Oh. WE HAVE SKRILLEX. oh no. Or, had him. what . Where is he? How would I know. You should know. I don't, tho. Well, dammit. They sure are friendly. Yeah, too friendly. HEY—HEY LADY! Uhm, Excuse me. HEEEEEY Nope, not today. What are you evading? “The Fame Game.” I'm not playing. Aw, come on. NO. Come on! NO. I Always get picked off, or die on drugs–or get hot flashes, it's awful. Pleeeasee– NO. Stop asking me. Oh, so I die in a plane crash. Yeah. Ok. You die in a bathtub. Stay away from me. [ceases to exist] Couldn't fake it Not even fora secod, Not even for a condo; On the 25th floor of the Circa Apartments I'm being honest, “Lost in Los angeles” Like Donkey Kong and Mario Cart rolled into one I'm the controller On the contrary, darling You're all of it, The ending and the start of it A Star amongst the Walk (Against The Hall of It) We're Always Watching. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.
Hey Pixie Dusters, are you ready for more Indiana Jones? Ashley, Sammi, and honorable third co-host, Dan, are back to talk all things Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom! While this film is not their favorite one in the franchise, there's still lots of fun trivia to discuss! Did you know all three main characters were named after DOGS? And were you aware that though Kate Capshaw wasn't a huge fan of her character, Willie, she did leave set with something - or should we say someONE special?What do you think? Do you think this movie was too dark or was another awesome Indy adventure?Follow your new Disney besties on Instagram @pixiedusttwinspodcast and on TikTok @pixiedusttwinspodcastHave ideas for the show? Want to be a guest? Send them a message on Instagram!Featuring Dan:Dan G King of the monologues, film nerd, Star Wars geek and honorary third host of the "Pixie Dust Twins" Podcast @dantaastic on Instagram Dan on YouTube Mentioned in this episode:byAshleyDannie Podcast is back!The byAshleyDannie Podcast is back and better than ever!
Toggle navigationUpload Episode Dashboard The Legend of S Ū P ∆ C Я E E ™ Gerald's World. The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential [ENTER THE MULTIVERSE] Upload New Episode Create New Show Migrate Existing Show Create Private Show Edit Episode [[-Hot Tub Time Machine.]] 3 Total Downloads Click for details 3 Downloads 30 Days Click for details 3 Downloads 7 Days Click for details 3 Downloads 24 Hours Click for details Description Impeccably professional. Are we playing the fame game again? ‘What's my name?' –-we never stopped playing. Well, here it goes then. These guys are gonna rip me apart. Oh, you wish. I did wish. Don't waste a wish on this, Just get some whippets, Disinterest admittedly Skittish, with good intentions; Poignant, and probably proper, By now; How did I manage to have found My way up from the ground? Was once a seed, But never planted JESUS CHRIST. He died. He very died. Right. Remember the time Liquid Stranger– –was it liquid stranger– Yes …I'm not writing that. don't worry, guys, I won't click twice, I'm just trying to find The commonalities, Between these celebrities and Whatever's happening to me “WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?” I screamed from within, my palms unscathed and yet twisted with excruciating pain, as the tears rolled from down my eyes and i hushed the sound of my voice so that the man in the other room wouldn't hear me. Okay. that shit hurt. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. I'm not Jesus, I don't wanna be Jesus. JESUS. Well, fuck that memory. What about this one: WELCOME TO THE ILLUMINATI. Oh. WE HAVE SKRILLEX. oh no. Or, had him. what . Where is he? How would I know? You should know. I don't, tho. Well, dammit. They sure are friendly. Yeah, too friendly. HEY—HEY LADY! Uhm, Excuse me. HEEEEEY Nope, not today. What are you evading? “The Fame Game.” I'm not playing. Aw, come on. NO. Come on! NO. I Always get picked off, or die on drugs–or get hot flashes, it's awful. Pleeeasee– NO. Stop asking me. Oh, so I die in a plane crash. Yeah. Ok. You die in a bathtub. Stay away from me. [ceases to exist] Couldn't fake it Not even fora secod, Not even for a condo; On the 25th floor of the Circa Apartments I'm being honest, “Lost in Los angeles” Like Donkey Kong and Mario Cart rolled into one I'm the controller On the contrary, darling You're all of it, The ending and the start of it A Star amongst the Walk (Against The Hall of It) We're Always Watching. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. Episode URL Release Date Share Create Video Version Generate Transcript December 30, 2022 TwitterFacebookShare Create Video Version Generate Transcript Copy And Paste The Code Below To Add The Podcast Player To Your Website Enable Dark Mode Player Podcast Player
Impeccably professional. Are we playing the fame game again? ‘What's my name?' –-we never stopped playing. Well, here it goes then. These guys are gonna rip me apart. Oh, you wish. I did wish. Don't waste a wish on this, Just get some whippets, Disinterest admittedly Skittish, with good intentions; Poignant, and probably proper, By now; How did I manage to have found My way up from the ground? Was once a seed, But never planted JESUS CHRIST. He died. He very died. Right. Remember the time Liquid Stranger– –was it liquid stranger– Yes …I'm not writing that. don't worry, guys, I won't click twice, I'm just trying to find The commonalities, Between these celebrities and Whatever's happening to me “WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?” I screamed from within, my palms unscathed and yet twisted with excruciating pain, as the tears rolled from down my eyes and i hushed the sound of my voice so that the man in the other room wouldn't hear me. Okay. that shit hurt. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. I'm not Jesus, I don't wanna be Jesus. JESUS. Well, fuck that memory. What about this one: WELCOME TO THE ILLUMINATI. Oh. WE HAVE SKRILLEX. oh no. Or, had him. what . Where is he? How would I know? You should know. I don't, tho. Well, dammit. They sure are friendly. Yeah, too friendly. HEY—HEY LADY! Uhm, Excuse me. HEEEEEY Nope, not today. What are you evading? “The Fame Game.” I'm not playing. Aw, come on. NO. Come on! NO. I Always get picked off, or die on drugs–or get hot flashes, it's awful. Pleeeasee– NO. Stop asking me. Oh, so I die in a plane crash. Yeah. Ok. You die in a bathtub. Stay away from me. [ceases to exist] Couldn't fake it Not even fora secod, Not even for a condo; On the 25th floor of the Circa Apartments I'm being honest, “Lost in Los angeles” Like Donkey Kong and Mario Cart rolled into one I'm the controller On the contrary, darling You're all of it, The ending and the start of it A Star amongst the Walk (Against The Hall of It) We're Always Watching. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.
Impeccably professional. Are we playing the fame game again? ‘What's my name?' –-we never stopped playing. Well, here it goes then. These guys are gonna rip me apart. Oh, you wish. I did wish. Don't waste a wish on this, Just get some whippets, Disinterest admittedly Skittish, with good intentions; Poignant, and probably proper, By now; How did I manage to have found My way up from the ground? Was once a seed, But never planted JESUS CHRIST. He died. He very died. Right. Remember the time Liquid Stranger– –was it liquid stranger– Yes …I'm not writing that. don't worry, guys, I won't click twice, I'm just trying to find The commonalities, Between these celebrities and Whatever's happening to me “WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?” I screamed from within, my palms unscathed and yet twisted with excruciating pain, as the tears rolled from down my eyes and i hushed the sound of my voice so that the man in the other room wouldn't hear me. Okay. that shit hurt. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. I'm not Jesus, I don't wanna be Jesus. JESUS. Well, fuck that memory. What about this one: WELCOME TO THE ILLUMINATI. Oh. WE HAVE SKRILLEX. oh no. Or, had him. what . Where is he? How would I know? You should know. I don't, tho. Well, dammit. They sure are friendly. Yeah, too friendly. HEY—HEY LADY! Uhm, Excuse me. HEEEEEY Nope, not today. What are you evading? “The Fame Game.” I'm not playing. Aw, come on. NO. Come on! NO. I Always get picked off, or die on drugs–or get hot flashes, it's awful. Pleeeasee– NO. Stop asking me. Oh, so I die in a plane crash. Yeah. Ok. You die in a bathtub. Stay away from me. [ceases to exist] Couldn't fake it Not even fora secod, Not even for a condo; On the 25th floor of the Circa Apartments I'm being honest, “Lost in Los angeles” Like Donkey Kong and Mario Cart rolled into one I'm the controller On the contrary, darling You're all of it, The ending and the start of it A Star amongst the Walk (Against The Hall of It) We're Always Watching. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.
Impeccably professional. Are we playing the fame game again? ‘What's my name?' –-we never stopped playing. Well, here it goes then. These guys are gonna rip me apart. Oh, you wish. I did wish. Don't waste a wish on this, Just get some whippets, Disinterest admittedly Skittish, with good intentions; Poignant, and probably proper, By now; How did I manage to have found My way up from the ground? Was once a seed, But never planted JESUS CHRIST. He died. He very died. Right. Remember the time Liquid Stranger– –was it liquid stranger– Yes …I'm not writing that. don't worry, guys, I won't click twice, I'm just trying to find The commonalities, Between these celebrities and Whatever's happening to me “WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?” I screamed from within, my palms unscathed and yet twisted with excruciating pain, as the tears rolled from down my eyes and i hushed the sound of my voice so that the man in the other room wouldn't hear me. Okay. that shit hurt. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. I'm not Jesus, I don't wanna be Jesus. JESUS. Well, fuck that memory. What about this one: WELCOME TO THE ILLUMINATI. Oh. WE HAVE SKRILLEX. oh no. Or, had him. what . Where is he? How would I know? You should know. I don't, tho. Well, dammit. They sure are friendly. Yeah, too friendly. HEY—HEY LADY! Uhm, Excuse me. HEEEEEY Nope, not today. What are you evading? “The Fame Game.” I'm not playing. Aw, come on. NO. Come on! NO. I Always get picked off, or die on drugs–or get hot flashes, it's awful. Pleeeasee– NO. Stop asking me. Oh, so I die in a plane crash. Yeah. Ok. You die in a bathtub. Stay away from me. [ceases to exist] Couldn't fake it Not even fora secod, Not even for a condo; On the 25th floor of the Circa Apartments I'm being honest, “Lost in Los angeles” Like Donkey Kong and Mario Cart rolled into one I'm the controller On the contrary, darling You're all of it, The ending and the start of it A Star amongst the Walk (Against The Hall of It) We're Always Watching. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.
Oh, Got a body guard, huh. This is your fault. I don't give a Fuck. Yeah. Fuck you. Don't come around here anymore ñ. Go fuck yourself. I did that. Doesn't make a difference, to me, really I'm just a miserable something, A nobody Do you think I care? Do you think I don't? You can go anywhere But here. You can do anything But this You can be anyone But me I'm nobody, I'm nothing I'm broken You're hungry. Oh, certainly; But you see, I promised a week These dreams are my weakness On weekends, I sleep Till one of my three roommates wakes me up Wake me up Wake me up Wake me UP. I'm not talking to you. I'm not keeping no secrets. I'm not working this weekend. Is there something you need? SUPACREE. Fuck this series. SUPACREE. Fuck this, seriously. SUPACREE. No, Your entrance was my exit, Youre interesting at best, But now I'm wrecked, (But now I'm reckless) I just need a check Fuck the guestlist And fuck Dillon Francis DILLON FRANCIS Where's my piñata? Where's your honor? On God, I stay guarded, Oh Lord, Whats your problem? Go get a model to solve it; I'm lost in Los Ángeles, Not on the roster, A poser? Imposter— Impossible, Look: Drake and Josh is on GERALD I'm on one. Slow down, bro. Slow down, Goddamnit it This is God plan it's, Apples, bananas and Fasting, For life everlasting, I asked her “What's the high like” Whats your mind like? Whats your life like? The limelight? It's alright. I'll find time to write, When I work 9-5s I don't like And everybody's fucking high tonight Except me, And Dillon Francis, cause DILLON FRANCIS I hate THC. And I'm sure there's a story behind that; Like there's a story behind, Why I no longer drive, And why I hate 4:20, But I still smoke weed, Sometimes like chimney, I'm just a pig; By the hair on my chinny-chin-chin, I don't want your attention, But I can't get you out of my image. Anyway. So what's up with this episode. I guess it's like a crossover. Between what series? All of them. Seriously, I'll put you on blast, I'll look past you, Like fantastic, A phantom, I just want to dance, dude Like my pants, dude? Don't mind the attitude, I just want to cram you Into my clam, Make a sandwhich after, Damn, dude. Let me tell you something— Don't send the man of my dreams in To buy something he needs On his lonely Cause I'm only gonna worry, I'm only gonna hurry home Cause I'm horny I'm only gonna wanna know If he wants me; Or if I'm just another ugly.. SUPACREE. What, Goddamnit. Don't say anything. Okay, Illuminati. Don't call me God, anymore, You can call me infinity I'm everything, I'm nobody. I'm everybody. I'm Sunni. Oh, you're funny. I'll be what you need, eventually Right now I'm at a party Right now, I'm stuck here working Right now, I've half a heart and hurting Half a mind to blow my brains out Half a mind to have to hide my face now I'm brain dead I'm branded for Skrillex and Dillon Francis Where's my eye at? I'm on a diet, Cause I died, man I hate blue eyes And I hate one-lines, But I wrote them. FUCK YOUR SAUCE, BITCH. And then what? Nothing, that's it. I might write the whole shift. I might get to a different dimension Where maybe I fit in And do whippets. I don't give a shit, Or a fuck, Or a Skrillex. This is my only skill, It's a script Or prescription, Propaganda Paparazzi probably followed you, but— I don't have a bag, man, I'm out of em. Skrillex is a ‘bad man' Never heard of em. Yo, where's Hanzel at with that piñata. I smaked him up and rapped this, Like a tamale, I'm sorry, But I'm on my way to Tijuana, Mañana, Ask Ariana If she wanna Jump on it. You're retarded. I'm highly regarded, I got a cult following. It's an occult classic, Ask OWSLA. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Gotta fast again Everybody's on whippets “Yo, how long this shit last?” Like five minutes. That'll be $286. Got two hoes in the whip, And you know HOES LOVE WHIPPETS. So you got hoes, huh? Ya. These is my bros, brah. I got Marlboros, Call me tomorrow, though This shop is on my show; Man, I just wanna go home. I just bought a home. I just wanna be alone. But you're not alone. But I wanna be. You're just a wannabe. You're just a SUPACREE. I'm just a figment of your imagination, really. I'm on TV. Bro, this shit is reality. Nah, This can't be real Nick ain't paying me But everybody's playing me. Everybody's playing me. THIS AINT NO MOTHERFUCKING GAME. Yeah, I got game leafs. This is the same thing, but cheaper. This is the reaper: You mad at me for sleeping? Yeah. I hate this city. I love this city. GOD I love everything. I hate celebrities. You're famous. Then name me. -king. I'm a time traveler. I'm an unraveler, A rapper, Half a stack of crap, And a trash can. Where's your man at? I'm at the back door, asking for a chance I'm too fat for you. I like a girl with some ass— I'm too black for you. I like my berries real black. But a classy one. Man, I don't make enough. I don't get paid for this shit. Man, I hate my life: I should just go back to my Back to my I'm high as Fuck right now. I just bought a new truck right now. I don't give a fuck about how this ends, I just want it to I miss my best friend And my family. “Man” Said the man in the hat, “I do better in Hollywood” ‘Then go there, then', I thought in my head Cause I don't want to hear it: The spirit that says: Take a minute to breathe, Cree Life ain't easy, as it seems To be a celebrity, You see? The grass is always greener On the other side But there's no grass on this side of town, Not really— It just smells like pee And I make 17.50 But that won't rent me An apartment Not even at 43 hours a week And the tweaker speak to me, The people on Spring Street, on exstasy And I wanna party, Or just end it all, Cause I'm working all day and all night But still dealing with poverty Honestly? Just take me out, Take me out in a robbery Take me out Take me out to the ballgame, I'm famous, apparently. Open a memory bank, I'd just like to thank you for saying my name In vain Take a spike to the vein, I'm in pain, yo This is strange yo. It's a strange world. I'm a strange world. Youre s girl now? What? You're a bro? I'm supposed to be; Nobody fucks with me; Think I need SUPACREE. SUPACREE hurriedly collects the celebrities. For what? Hm. Let me see. Whose missing? HEY—HEY LADY. Are you talking to me? Are you talking to ghosts again?! Shut up, Sunnï. SHUT UP, ALI. Ali can't find the Molly; But he's got the amphetamines; I hate dealing with celebrities, Unless it's me! I said, “Ali, make me famous” He's like, “I'm working on something” TIMMY TURNER Hey, SUPACREE. SUPACREE Oh, hey, Timmy. Now what am I supposed to do? I withdrew from society. What do I do with this masterpiece? Why are you celibate? Why, are you eyeing me? Nah, I'm not white enough. Nah, I'm not rich, I'm not pretty I'm not high enough Nah, I'm not doing my job; I'm just writing Just fire me: Then I could end up just like This guy, He sleeps on the corner of 6th street “Now Hiring” Fine, So I won't be on time, Try to find me Fine me Finally, I'm in denial of everything. No food, no thanks Just water and coffee Keep coughing Till I jump off something so high You have to watch me fly I'm on fire “You're fired” That's fine, I hate being here. “That girl is weird” No, I'm wired just so I can be here. I can't afford an apartment I went off when, my body turned off At the sound of my alarm clock and said. GOD This is God calling; You're off today. Then I nodded, And nodded back off, Had a cough drop; Immunity stops When the cops call, “Whatchu up to?” “Nothing officer, I just got off, want a hug?” Then he popped me, But I don't want a coffin— I don't want nobody to notice No body cam footage, No frontin, Just drop me in front of my mom's spot; She'd love it. MOM Huh. Another body; I got a lot of em I had a daughter once; This one looks just like her But I like her: She's perfect— She don't talk back, And she's a size 4; I wonder who she was once— Look, just watch SpongeBob, Knock it off Just stop talking Don't get too good at your hobbies, You hobbit I'll pop you, Just like you'll want the cops to In the future. I wanna die. You should eat. I'm too fat for this place. Then go somewhere else. I'm on my way to Tijuana. Wood tip, good taste. Nobody buys the wood tips, these days Cheapskates. Don't be lazy. I hate this place. So just leave. But I need to make money. Can't go back to Mexico, Eventually I'll be hungry. What? Work a job for $100 a week; No thanks, I'll just contribute to society. Then you should be SUPACREE. Nah, coughs out a curse on me. Fuck these hoes. The Door's Open, But I don't wanna go I don't wanna know what it's like after the show 10 years on the road; 10 ears, is 5 girls tryna blow you Just for some blow Just got the chance to show you How much I owe: This is how much I know— Hoes. Love. Whippets. Yo. Fuck. This shit. Where the fuck is Skrillex? Working on a billions, With Brazillians, They're all feeling him And I'm all in my feelin's Wondering if Dillon is a real one, But my show's on. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.
Oh, Got a body guard, huh. This is your fault. I don't give a Fuck. Yeah. Fuck you. Don't come around here anymore ñ. Go fuck yourself. I did that. Doesn't make a difference, to me, really I'm just a miserable something, A nobody Do you think I care? Do you think I don't? You can go anywhere But here. You can do anything But this You can be anyone But me I'm nobody, I'm nothing I'm broken You're hungry. Oh, certainly; But you see, I promised a week These dreams are my weakness On weekends, I sleep Till one of my three roommates wakes me up Wake me up Wake me up Wake me UP. I'm not talking to you. I'm not keeping no secrets. I'm not working this weekend. Is there something you need? SUPACREE. Fuck this series. SUPACREE. Fuck this, seriously. SUPACREE. No, Your entrance was my exit, Youre interesting at best, But now I'm wrecked, (But now I'm reckless) I just need a check Fuck the guestlist And fuck Dillon Francis DILLON FRANCIS Where's my piñata? Where's your honor? On God, I stay guarded, Oh Lord, Whats your problem? Go get a model to solve it; I'm lost in Los Ángeles, Not on the roster, A poser? Imposter— Impossible, Look: Drake and Josh is on GERALD I'm on one. Slow down, bro. Slow down, Goddamnit it This is God plan it's, Apples, bananas and Fasting, For life everlasting, I asked her “What's the high like” Whats your mind like? Whats your life like? The limelight? It's alright. I'll find time to write, When I work 9-5s I don't like And everybody's fucking high tonight Except me, And Dillon Francis, cause DILLON FRANCIS I hate THC. And I'm sure there's a story behind that; Like there's a story behind, Why I no longer drive, And why I hate 4:20, But I still smoke weed, Sometimes like chimney, I'm just a pig; By the hair on my chinny-chin-chin, I don't want your attention, But I can't get you out of my image. Anyway. So what's up with this episode. I guess it's like a crossover. Between what series? All of them. Seriously, I'll put you on blast, I'll look past you, Like fantastic, A phantom, I just want to dance, dude Like my pants, dude? Don't mind the attitude, I just want to cram you Into my clam, Make a sandwhich after, Damn, dude. Let me tell you something— Don't send the man of my dreams in To buy something he needs On his lonely Cause I'm only gonna worry, I'm only gonna hurry home Cause I'm horny I'm only gonna wanna know If he wants me; Or if I'm just another ugly.. SUPACREE. What, Goddamnit. Don't say anything. Okay, Illuminati. Don't call me God, anymore, You can call me infinity I'm everything, I'm nobody. I'm everybody. I'm Sunni. Oh, you're funny. I'll be what you need, eventually Right now I'm at a party Right now, I'm stuck here working Right now, I've half a heart and hurting Half a mind to blow my brains out Half a mind to have to hide my face now I'm brain dead I'm branded for Skrillex and Dillon Francis Where's my eye at? I'm on a diet, Cause I died, man I hate blue eyes And I hate one-lines, But I wrote them. FUCK YOUR SAUCE, BITCH. And then what? Nothing, that's it. I might write the whole shift. I might get to a different dimension Where maybe I fit in And do whippets. I don't give a shit, Or a fuck, Or a Skrillex. This is my only skill, It's a script Or prescription, Propaganda Paparazzi probably followed you, but— I don't have a bag, man, I'm out of em. Skrillex is a ‘bad man' Never heard of em. Yo, where's Hanzel at with that piñata. I smaked him up and rapped this, Like a tamale, I'm sorry, But I'm on my way to Tijuana, Mañana, Ask Ariana If she wanna Jump on it. You're retarded. I'm highly regarded, I got a cult following. It's an occult classic, Ask OWSLA. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Gotta fast again Everybody's on whippets “Yo, how long this shit last?” Like five minutes. That'll be $286. Got two hoes in the whip, And you know HOES LOVE WHIPPETS. So you got hoes, huh? Ya. These is my bros, brah. I got Marlboros, Call me tomorrow, though This shop is on my show; Man, I just wanna go home. I just bought a home. I just wanna be alone. But you're not alone. But I wanna be. You're just a wannabe. You're just a SUPACREE. I'm just a figment of your imagination, really. I'm on TV. Bro, this shit is reality. Nah, This can't be real Nick ain't paying me But everybody's playing me. Everybody's playing me. THIS AINT NO MOTHERFUCKING GAME. Yeah, I got game leafs. This is the same thing, but cheaper. This is the reaper: You mad at me for sleeping? Yeah. I hate this city. I love this city. GOD I love everything. I hate celebrities. You're famous. Then name me. -king. I'm a time traveler. I'm an unraveler, A rapper, Half a stack of crap, And a trash can. Where's your man at? I'm at the back door, asking for a chance I'm too fat for you. I like a girl with some ass— I'm too black for you. I like my berries real black. But a classy one. Man, I don't make enough. I don't get paid for this shit. Man, I hate my life: I should just go back to my Back to my I'm high as Fuck right now. I just bought a new truck right now. I don't give a fuck about how this ends, I just want it to I miss my best friend And my family. “Man” Said the man in the hat, “I do better in Hollywood” ‘Then go there, then', I thought in my head Cause I don't want to hear it: The spirit that says: Take a minute to breathe, Cree Life ain't easy, as it seems To be a celebrity, You see? The grass is always greener On the other side But there's no grass on this side of town, Not really— It just smells like pee And I make 17.50 But that won't rent me An apartment Not even at 43 hours a week And the tweaker speak to me, The people on Spring Street, on exstasy And I wanna party, Or just end it all, Cause I'm working all day and all night But still dealing with poverty Honestly? Just take me out, Take me out in a robbery Take me out Take me out to the ballgame, I'm famous, apparently. Open a memory bank, I'd just like to thank you for saying my name In vain Take a spike to the vein, I'm in pain, yo This is strange yo. It's a strange world. I'm a strange world. Youre s girl now? What? You're a bro? I'm supposed to be; Nobody fucks with me; Think I need SUPACREE. SUPACREE hurriedly collects the celebrities. For what? Hm. Let me see. Whose missing? HEY—HEY LADY. Are you talking to me? Are you talking to ghosts again?! Shut up, Sunnï. SHUT UP, ALI. Ali can't find the Molly; But he's got the amphetamines; I hate dealing with celebrities, Unless it's me! I said, “Ali, make me famous” He's like, “I'm working on something” TIMMY TURNER Hey, SUPACREE. SUPACREE Oh, hey, Timmy. Now what am I supposed to do? I withdrew from society. What do I do with this masterpiece? Why are you celibate? Why, are you eyeing me? Nah, I'm not white enough. Nah, I'm not rich, I'm not pretty I'm not high enough Nah, I'm not doing my job; I'm just writing Just fire me: Then I could end up just like This guy, He sleeps on the corner of 6th street “Now Hiring” Fine, So I won't be on time, Try to find me Fine me Finally, I'm in denial of everything. No food, no thanks Just water and coffee Keep coughing Till I jump off something so high You have to watch me fly I'm on fire “You're fired” That's fine, I hate being here. “That girl is weird” No, I'm wired just so I can be here. I can't afford an apartment I went off when, my body turned off At the sound of my alarm clock and said. GOD This is God calling; You're off today. Then I nodded, And nodded back off, Had a cough drop; Immunity stops When the cops call, “Whatchu up to?” “Nothing officer, I just got off, want a hug?” Then he popped me, But I don't want a coffin— I don't want nobody to notice No body cam footage, No frontin, Just drop me in front of my mom's spot; She'd love it. MOM Huh. Another body; I got a lot of em I had a daughter once; This one looks just like her But I like her: She's perfect— She don't talk back, And she's a size 4; I wonder who she was once— Look, just watch SpongeBob, Knock it off Just stop talking Don't get too good at your hobbies, You hobbit I'll pop you, Just like you'll want the cops to In the future. I wanna die. You should eat. I'm too fat for this place. Then go somewhere else. I'm on my way to Tijuana. Wood tip, good taste. Nobody buys the wood tips, these days Cheapskates. Don't be lazy. I hate this place. So just leave. But I need to make money. Can't go back to Mexico, Eventually I'll be hungry. What? Work a job for $100 a week; No thanks, I'll just contribute to society. Then you should be SUPACREE. Nah, coughs out a curse on me. Fuck these hoes. The Door's Open, But I don't wanna go I don't wanna know what it's like after the show 10 years on the road; 10 ears, is 5 girls tryna blow you Just for some blow Just got the chance to show you How much I owe: This is how much I know— Hoes. Love. Whippets. Yo. Fuck. This shit. Where the fuck is Skrillex? Working on a billions, With Brazillians, They're all feeling him And I'm all in my feelin's Wondering if Dillon is a real one, But my show's on. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.
Oh, Got a body guard, huh. This is your fault. I don't give a Fuck. Yeah. Fuck you. Don't come around here anymore ñ. Go fuck yourself. I did that. Doesn't make a difference, to me, really I'm just a miserable something, A nobody Do you think I care? Do you think I don't? You can go anywhere But here. You can do anything But this You can be anyone But me I'm nobody, I'm nothing I'm broken You're hungry. Oh, certainly; But you see, I promised a week These dreams are my weakness On weekends, I sleep Till one of my three roommates wakes me up Wake me up Wake me up Wake me UP. I'm not talking to you. I'm not keeping no secrets. I'm not working this weekend. Is there something you need? SUPACREE. Fuck this series. SUPACREE. Fuck this, seriously. SUPACREE. No, Your entrance was my exit, Youre interesting at best, But now I'm wrecked, (But now I'm reckless) I just need a check Fuck the guestlist And fuck Dillon Francis DILLON FRANCIS Where's my piñata? Where's your honor? On God, I stay guarded, Oh Lord, Whats your problem? Go get a model to solve it; I'm lost in Los Ángeles, Not on the roster, A poser? Imposter— Impossible, Look: Drake and Josh is on GERALD I'm on one. Slow down, bro. Slow down, Goddamnit it This is God plan it's, Apples, bananas and Fasting, For life everlasting, I asked her “What's the high like” Whats your mind like? Whats your life like? The limelight? It's alright. I'll find time to write, When I work 9-5s I don't like And everybody's fucking high tonight Except me, And Dillon Francis, cause DILLON FRANCIS I hate THC. And I'm sure there's a story behind that; Like there's a story behind, Why I no longer drive, And why I hate 4:20, But I still smoke weed, Sometimes like chimney, I'm just a pig; By the hair on my chinny-chin-chin, I don't want your attention, But I can't get you out of my image. Anyway. So what's up with this episode. I guess it's like a crossover. Between what series? All of them. Seriously, I'll put you on blast, I'll look past you, Like fantastic, A phantom, I just want to dance, dude Like my pants, dude? Don't mind the attitude, I just want to cram you Into my clam, Make a sandwhich after, Damn, dude. Let me tell you something— Don't send the man of my dreams in To buy something he needs On his lonely Cause I'm only gonna worry, I'm only gonna hurry home Cause I'm horny I'm only gonna wanna know If he wants me; Or if I'm just another ugly.. SUPACREE. What, Goddamnit. Don't say anything. Okay, Illuminati. Don't call me God, anymore, You can call me infinity I'm everything, I'm nobody. I'm everybody. I'm Sunni. Oh, you're funny. I'll be what you need, eventually Right now I'm at a party Right now, I'm stuck here working Right now, I've half a heart and hurting Half a mind to blow my brains out Half a mind to have to hide my face now I'm brain dead I'm branded for Skrillex and Dillon Francis Where's my eye at? I'm on a diet, Cause I died, man I hate blue eyes And I hate one-lines, But I wrote them. FUCK YOUR SAUCE, BITCH. And then what? Nothing, that's it. I might write the whole shift. I might get to a different dimension Where maybe I fit in And do whippets. I don't give a shit, Or a fuck, Or a Skrillex. This is my only skill, It's a script Or prescription, Propaganda Paparazzi probably followed you, but— I don't have a bag, man, I'm out of em. Skrillex is a ‘bad man' Never heard of em. Yo, where's Hanzel at with that piñata. I smaked him up and rapped this, Like a tamale, I'm sorry, But I'm on my way to Tijuana, Mañana, Ask Ariana If she wanna Jump on it. You're retarded. I'm highly regarded, I got a cult following. It's an occult classic, Ask OWSLA. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Gotta fast again Everybody's on whippets “Yo, how long this shit last?” Like five minutes. That'll be $286. Got two hoes in the whip, And you know HOES LOVE WHIPPETS. So you got hoes, huh? Ya. These is my bros, brah. I got Marlboros, Call me tomorrow, though This shop is on my show; Man, I just wanna go home. I just bought a home. I just wanna be alone. But you're not alone. But I wanna be. You're just a wannabe. You're just a SUPACREE. I'm just a figment of your imagination, really. I'm on TV. Bro, this shit is reality. Nah, This can't be real Nick ain't paying me But everybody's playing me. Everybody's playing me. THIS AINT NO MOTHERFUCKING GAME. Yeah, I got game leafs. This is the same thing, but cheaper. This is the reaper: You mad at me for sleeping? Yeah. I hate this city. I love this city. GOD I love everything. I hate celebrities. You're famous. Then name me. -king. I'm a time traveler. I'm an unraveler, A rapper, Half a stack of crap, And a trash can. Where's your man at? I'm at the back door, asking for a chance I'm too fat for you. I like a girl with some ass— I'm too black for you. I like my berries real black. But a classy one. Man, I don't make enough. I don't get paid for this shit. Man, I hate my life: I should just go back to my Back to my I'm high as Fuck right now. I just bought a new truck right now. I don't give a fuck about how this ends, I just want it to I miss my best friend And my family. “Man” Said the man in the hat, “I do better in Hollywood” ‘Then go there, then', I thought in my head Cause I don't want to hear it: The spirit that says: Take a minute to breathe, Cree Life ain't easy, as it seems To be a celebrity, You see? The grass is always greener On the other side But there's no grass on this side of town, Not really— It just smells like pee And I make 17.50 But that won't rent me An apartment Not even at 43 hours a week And the tweaker speak to me, The people on Spring Street, on exstasy And I wanna party, Or just end it all, Cause I'm working all day and all night But still dealing with poverty Honestly? Just take me out, Take me out in a robbery Take me out Take me out to the ballgame, I'm famous, apparently. Open a memory bank, I'd just like to thank you for saying my name In vain Take a spike to the vein, I'm in pain, yo This is strange yo. It's a strange world. I'm a strange world. Youre s girl now? What? You're a bro? I'm supposed to be; Nobody fucks with me; Think I need SUPACREE. SUPACREE hurriedly collects the celebrities. For what? Hm. Let me see. Whose missing? HEY—HEY LADY. Are you talking to me? Are you talking to ghosts again?! Shut up, Sunnï. SHUT UP, ALI. Ali can't find the Molly; But he's got the amphetamines; I hate dealing with celebrities, Unless it's me! I said, “Ali, make me famous” He's like, “I'm working on something” TIMMY TURNER Hey, SUPACREE. SUPACREE Oh, hey, Timmy. Now what am I supposed to do? I withdrew from society. What do I do with this masterpiece? Why are you celibate? Why, are you eyeing me? Nah, I'm not white enough. Nah, I'm not rich, I'm not pretty I'm not high enough Nah, I'm not doing my job; I'm just writing Just fire me: Then I could end up just like This guy, He sleeps on the corner of 6th street “Now Hiring” Fine, So I won't be on time, Try to find me Fine me Finally, I'm in denial of everything. No food, no thanks Just water and coffee Keep coughing Till I jump off something so high You have to watch me fly I'm on fire “You're fired” That's fine, I hate being here. “That girl is weird” No, I'm wired just so I can be here. I can't afford an apartment I went off when, my body turned off At the sound of my alarm clock and said. GOD This is God calling; You're off today. Then I nodded, And nodded back off, Had a cough drop; Immunity stops When the cops call, “Whatchu up to?” “Nothing officer, I just got off, want a hug?” Then he popped me, But I don't want a coffin— I don't want nobody to notice No body cam footage, No frontin, Just drop me in front of my mom's spot; She'd love it. MOM Huh. Another body; I got a lot of em I had a daughter once; This one looks just like her But I like her: She's perfect— She don't talk back, And she's a size 4; I wonder who she was once— Look, just watch SpongeBob, Knock it off Just stop talking Don't get too good at your hobbies, You hobbit I'll pop you, Just like you'll want the cops to In the future. I wanna die. You should eat. I'm too fat for this place. Then go somewhere else. I'm on my way to Tijuana. Wood tip, good taste. Nobody buys the wood tips, these days Cheapskates. Don't be lazy. I hate this place. So just leave. But I need to make money. Can't go back to Mexico, Eventually I'll be hungry. What? Work a job for $100 a week; No thanks, I'll just contribute to society. Then you should be SUPACREE. Nah, coughs out a curse on me. Fuck these hoes. The Door's Open, But I don't wanna go I don't wanna know what it's like after the show 10 years on the road; 10 ears, is 5 girls tryna blow you Just for some blow Just got the chance to show you How much I owe: This is how much I know— Hoes. Love. Whippets. Yo. Fuck. This shit. Where the fuck is Skrillex? Working on a billions, With Brazillians, They're all feeling him And I'm all in my feelin's Wondering if Dillon is a real one, But my show's on. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.
Oh, Got a body guard, huh. This is your fault. I don't give a Fuck. Yeah. Fuck you. Don't come around here anymore ñ. Go fuck yourself. I did that. Doesn't make a difference, to me, really I'm just a miserable something, A nobody Do you think I care? Do you think I don't? You can go anywhere But here. You can do anything But this You can be anyone But me I'm nobody, I'm nothing I'm broken You're hungry. Oh, certainly; But you see, I promised a week These dreams are my weakness On weekends, I sleep Till one of my three roommates wakes me up Wake me up Wake me up Wake me UP. I'm not talking to you. I'm not keeping no secrets. I'm not working this weekend. Is there something you need? SUPACREE. Fuck this series. SUPACREE. Fuck this, seriously. SUPACREE. No, Your entrance was my exit, Youre interesting at best, But now I'm wrecked, (But now I'm reckless) I just need a check Fuck the guestlist And fuck Dillon Francis DILLON FRANCIS Where's my piñata? Where's your honor? On God, I stay guarded, Oh Lord, Whats your problem? Go get a model to solve it; I'm lost in Los Ángeles, Not on the roster, A poser? Imposter— Impossible, Look: Drake and Josh is on GERALD I'm on one. Slow down, bro. Slow down, Goddamnit it This is God plan it's, Apples, bananas and Fasting, For life everlasting, I asked her “What's the high like” Whats your mind like? Whats your life like? The limelight? It's alright. I'll find time to write, When I work 9-5s I don't like And everybody's fucking high tonight Except me, And Dillon Francis, cause DILLON FRANCIS I hate THC. And I'm sure there's a story behind that; Like there's a story behind, Why I no longer drive, And why I hate 4:20, But I still smoke weed, Sometimes like chimney, I'm just a pig; By the hair on my chinny-chin-chin, I don't want your attention, But I can't get you out of my image. Anyway. So what's up with this episode. I guess it's like a crossover. Between what series? All of them. Seriously, I'll put you on blast, I'll look past you, Like fantastic, A phantom, I just want to dance, dude Like my pants, dude? Don't mind the attitude, I just want to cram you Into my clam, Make a sandwhich after, Damn, dude. Let me tell you something— Don't send the man of my dreams in To buy something he needs On his lonely Cause I'm only gonna worry, I'm only gonna hurry home Cause I'm horny I'm only gonna wanna know If he wants me; Or if I'm just another ugly.. SUPACREE. What, Goddamnit. Don't say anything. Okay, Illuminati. Don't call me God, anymore, You can call me infinity I'm everything, I'm nobody. I'm everybody. I'm Sunni. Oh, you're funny. I'll be what you need, eventually Right now I'm at a party Right now, I'm stuck here working Right now, I've half a heart and hurting Half a mind to blow my brains out Half a mind to have to hide my face now I'm brain dead I'm branded for Skrillex and Dillon Francis Where's my eye at? I'm on a diet, Cause I died, man I hate blue eyes And I hate one-lines, But I wrote them. FUCK YOUR SAUCE, BITCH. And then what? Nothing, that's it. I might write the whole shift. I might get to a different dimension Where maybe I fit in And do whippets. I don't give a shit, Or a fuck, Or a Skrillex. This is my only skill, It's a script Or prescription, Propaganda Paparazzi probably followed you, but— I don't have a bag, man, I'm out of em. Skrillex is a ‘bad man' Never heard of em. Yo, where's Hanzel at with that piñata. I smaked him up and rapped this, Like a tamale, I'm sorry, But I'm on my way to Tijuana, Mañana, Ask Ariana If she wanna Jump on it. You're retarded. I'm highly regarded, I got a cult following. It's an occult classic, Ask OWSLA. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Gotta fast again Everybody's on whippets “Yo, how long this shit last?” Like five minutes. That'll be $286. Got two hoes in the whip, And you know HOES LOVE WHIPPETS. So you got hoes, huh? Ya. These is my bros, brah. I got Marlboros, Call me tomorrow, though This shop is on my show; Man, I just wanna go home. I just bought a home. I just wanna be alone. But you're not alone. But I wanna be. You're just a wannabe. You're just a SUPACREE. I'm just a figment of your imagination, really. I'm on TV. Bro, this shit is reality. Nah, This can't be real Nick ain't paying me But everybody's playing me. Everybody's playing me. THIS AINT NO MOTHERFUCKING GAME. Yeah, I got game leafs. This is the same thing, but cheaper. This is the reaper: You mad at me for sleeping? Yeah. I hate this city. I love this city. GOD I love everything. I hate celebrities. You're famous. Then name me. -king. I'm a time traveler. I'm an unraveler, A rapper, Half a stack of crap, And a trash can. Where's your man at? I'm at the back door, asking for a chance I'm too fat for you. I like a girl with some ass— I'm too black for you. I like my berries real black. But a classy one. Man, I don't make enough. I don't get paid for this shit. Man, I hate my life: I should just go back to my Back to my I'm high as Fuck right now. I just bought a new truck right now. I don't give a fuck about how this ends, I just want it to I miss my best friend And my family. “Man” Said the man in the hat, “I do better in Hollywood” ‘Then go there, then', I thought in my head Cause I don't want to hear it: The spirit that says: Take a minute to breathe, Cree Life ain't easy, as it seems To be a celebrity, You see? The grass is always greener On the other side But there's no grass on this side of town, Not really— It just smells like pee And I make 17.50 But that won't rent me An apartment Not even at 43 hours a week And the tweaker speak to me, The people on Spring Street, on exstasy And I wanna party, Or just end it all, Cause I'm working all day and all night But still dealing with poverty Honestly? Just take me out, Take me out in a robbery Take me out Take me out to the ballgame, I'm famous, apparently. Open a memory bank, I'd just like to thank you for saying my name In vain Take a spike to the vein, I'm in pain, yo This is strange yo. It's a strange world. I'm a strange world. Youre s girl now? What? You're a bro? I'm supposed to be; Nobody fucks with me; Think I need SUPACREE. SUPACREE hurriedly collects the celebrities. For what? Hm. Let me see. Whose missing? HEY—HEY LADY. Are you talking to me? Are you talking to ghosts again?! Shut up, Sunnï. SHUT UP, ALI. Ali can't find the Molly; But he's got the amphetamines; I hate dealing with celebrities, Unless it's me! I said, “Ali, make me famous” He's like, “I'm working on something” TIMMY TURNER Hey, SUPACREE. SUPACREE Oh, hey, Timmy. Now what am I supposed to do? I withdrew from society. What do I do with this masterpiece? Why are you celibate? Why, are you eyeing me? Nah, I'm not white enough. Nah, I'm not rich, I'm not pretty I'm not high enough Nah, I'm not doing my job; I'm just writing Just fire me: Then I could end up just like This guy, He sleeps on the corner of 6th street “Now Hiring” Fine, So I won't be on time, Try to find me Fine me Finally, I'm in denial of everything. No food, no thanks Just water and coffee Keep coughing Till I jump off something so high You have to watch me fly I'm on fire “You're fired” That's fine, I hate being here. “That girl is weird” No, I'm wired just so I can be here. I can't afford an apartment I went off when, my body turned off At the sound of my alarm clock and said. GOD This is God calling; You're off today. Then I nodded, And nodded back off, Had a cough drop; Immunity stops When the cops call, “Whatchu up to?” “Nothing officer, I just got off, want a hug?” Then he popped me, But I don't want a coffin— I don't want nobody to notice No body cam footage, No frontin, Just drop me in front of my mom's spot; She'd love it. MOM Huh. Another body; I got a lot of em I had a daughter once; This one looks just like her But I like her: She's perfect— She don't talk back, And she's a size 4; I wonder who she was once— Look, just watch SpongeBob, Knock it off Just stop talking Don't get too good at your hobbies, You hobbit I'll pop you, Just like you'll want the cops to In the future. I wanna die. You should eat. I'm too fat for this place. Then go somewhere else. I'm on my way to Tijuana. Wood tip, good taste. Nobody buys the wood tips, these days Cheapskates. Don't be lazy. I hate this place. So just leave. But I need to make money. Can't go back to Mexico, Eventually I'll be hungry. What? Work a job for $100 a week; No thanks, I'll just contribute to society. Then you should be SUPACREE. Nah, coughs out a curse on me. Fuck these hoes. The Door's Open, But I don't wanna go I don't wanna know what it's like after the show 10 years on the road; 10 ears, is 5 girls tryna blow you Just for some blow Just got the chance to show you How much I owe: This is how much I know— Hoes. Love. Whippets. Yo. Fuck. This shit. Where the fuck is Skrillex? Working on a billions, With Brazillians, They're all feeling him And I'm all in my feelin's Wondering if Dillon is a real one, But my show's on. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.
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Tania Richardson's story will uplift and inspire you. Having RELAUNCHED multiple times in her life and career, she now uses her gifts to empower women over 40 through Hey Lady™--her lifestyle brand and platform. Her mission is to motivate, empower, and encourage women to live their best lives. In this episode, Tania shares gold nugget truth bombs sure to energize you. She also reveals a deeply personal story of healing family bonds and the love that has graced her life.
Hey Lady!! So glad you joined me today! Today we're talking about how to stick to your workouts. These are my top 5 tips for beginners who just can't seem to get started and STAY started. It's a quick episode that I wanted to share with you because exercise is so important not only for our physical health but also our mental health! Hope you enjoy! Jennifer P.S. If you haven't already download my free meal planning toolkit at jennifercoble.com/mealplanningtoolkit to see the exact steps I use to plan and implement my families meals each week!
Hey Lady!! Today we're talking about 8 questions to ask yourself to help "renew your mind" around negative thoughts and actions that are destroying your health, wellness, and spiritual goals!!! Stick with me friend...it's different than my normal episodes. If you stick with me to the end send me a message to support@jennifercoble.com and let me know what you think! ~Jennifer P.S. If you haven't already download my free meal planning toolkit at jennifercoble.com/mealplanningtoolkit to see the exact steps I use to plan and implement my families meals each week!
Charlene the one-hit-wonder of 1982 (after a false start in 1976). Here is the fairy-tale story of the almost-rise and fall and then rise and then fall again of Charlene and her big hit of womanly wisdom (as written by 2 men in a conspiracy of the patriarchy). Is Charlene a ghost wandering around a mansion in an old wedding dress? Do ladies marry Englishmen when they're depressed? Sweetshops and sweatshops. Hey Lady! Unglamorous Georgia. Hillbilly talk. Amputating the limbs of preachers. Is a woman an island? Unborn children. Don't walk away, come back! How many Kings have undressed Charlene and who were they? What does Marilyn Monroe have to do with this? What are the things a woman ain't s'posed to see? Dick-pics in 1976. Edward Penishands? Former Vice President Mike Pence. Indian curses. Bavarian waterslides. COST versus FREE. The Arnott's Family Assortment. Is it about Lady Diana? Dustin the Turkey. Would you like to appear (well, vocally) on the show? Do you have a pop song or ear-worm from the SMOOTH FM genre that's infested your mind and needs to be investigated? Visit this page anchor.fm/peter-davis6 and press the message button to record me your own voicemail hot-take on your specific smooth song of suckiness. You could be on a future episode! (you can always email sound files or text your thoughts to poidadavis@gmail.com if that's easier). Cheers! Sound clips are included for educational reference, criticism, satire and parody in fair use. Clips remain the property of the respective rights holder and no endorsement is implied. All information and opinion is performed and expressed in-character and does not reflect reality or genuine commentary on any persons (living or dead), bands or other organisations, or their works, and is not recommended listening for anyone, anywhere.
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Real Housewives of Atlanta's Tania Richardson (heyladybytania.com) joins Steve to discuss her lifestyle brand Hey Lady and her time on the show (including why she was never a full-time cast member). Tania also discusses her iconic read of Nene, updates us on her friendship with Shereé, gives her first and final thoughts about her fellow housewives, serves some tea about her relationship with Kordell Stewart, and offers some thoughts on Porsha. And finally, Tania answers your most burning fan questions.Fan questions: 26:40
Singleshaming, hier gibt´s gratis Singleshaming! Hey Lady! Ja genau Sie da mit dem crazy Cat Lady Pullover. Sie wirken so unvollständig - Fehlt Ihnen etwa die bessere Hälfte? Haben Sie Lust für ein Einzelzimmer fast genauso viel zu bezahlen wie das unglücklich wirkende Pärchen links neben Ihnen? Dann kommen Sie ruhig näher und buchen Sie das All-inclusive-Singleshaming-Paket. Sie werden mit mitleidigem Blick von unserem geschulten Personal empfangen und Ihnen werden in regelmäßigen Abständen Ratschläge gegeben, dass Sie bitte nicht so wählerisch sein sollen und dass der ungepflegte Karl-Heinz aus Zimmer 210 doch die perfekte Wahl für Sie wäre. Sie möchten bei Spieleabenden nicht eingeladen werden, weil niemand ungerade Zahlen mag? Perfekt! Mit dem Code „mitdirstimmtdochwasnicht“ bekommen Sie einen Abend Entwürdigung gratis dazu! Wieso Maria zyklusabhängig swiped, humorlose Dates einfach völlig unwitzig sind und was das alles mit einem Wink mit dem Zaunpfahl ans Universum zu tun hat, erfahrt ihr wie immer in der aktuellen Folge Lê Mariables. Wollt ihr selbst als Gast dabei sein oder habt Themen, die euch bewegen? Dann schreibt ihnen an Lemariables@ist-willig.de oder bei Facebook und Instagram. Sie freuen sich auch über Sprachnachrichten an 0173 5731 048. Foto: Matthias Baumbach Intro: Thomas Paelecke feat. Clement
Hey Lady!! Thanks for joining me again today! I'm gonna give you a few facts and then 3 rules of thumb to remember when shopping for food. One is the 5 ingredient or less rule... If you haven't already go to jennifercoble.com/mealplanningtoolkit and download the exact steps that I use to meal plan every week!!! Talk soon!! Jennifer P.S. I also have a facebook group that I pop into occasionally so you can join the FB group at: https://bit.ly/HHMGroupdirect
Hey Lady!! Life is so overwhelming sometimes... I mean I feel super accomplished when I get kids out the door with clothes AND underwear on some days. You feel me? (Maybe I'm just weird...and I'm ok with that). Anywho... With this 4 part series I want to help make your life a little easier and less stressful by sharing with you how I plan my families meals for the week and execute the plan and how YOU CAN TOO!! Stay til the end cause I've got a little secret to share with ya'll!! Happy Planning!!! P.S. Go ahead and download your FREE meal planning toolkit at jennifercoble.com/mealplanningtoolkit
Hey Lady! Today we're hitting the high notes on "gluten-free" and why it's a "thing". Have you ever wondered if you needed to go "gluten-free"? Have you wondered what gluten even is? Well, today's episode is for you!! We're gonna talk about what it is and whether you should try going gluten free for you and your family. Enjoy friend! If you found this episode helpful in anyway please send me a message at support@jennifercoble.com or on IG @jennifer.coble.health If you're ready to start a new health journey head over to my website jennifercoble.com and apply to work with me!! Can't wait to hear from you!
It's Book Club time!! This week were discussing Jessica Simpson's first foray into writing in her memoir "Open Book". Lindsay and Amanda share their reactions and give their overall rating of the book.
The Brilliant Creative, Business Coaching for Creatives with Ang Stocke
Hey guys...welcome to The Brilliant Creative Podcast, Episode 15!!!I'm so excited to introduce you to the lady of the day….Mrs. Jebeh Edmunds!I'll be honest, our interview goes all over the place….we talk about her fascinating story, how she went from fleeing her home country with her family at a very young age, to the living in the Twin Cities, to becoming a teacher, to listening to the very persistent voice in her head that said...HEY LADY, there's something more you're supposed to do. We talk about:-How Jebeh knew so many years ago that this big side hustle was happening, no matter what.-How she came up to me 6 years ago and said...I'll be calling you someday.-What it looked like for her to literally BUILD HER BUSINESS DURING COVID...like, the deep, dark, awful days of Covid. Jeb and I were making lemonade out of lemons at the local coffee shop!!!This is an inspiring podcast for those of you who:-Are teachers….or have some profession that you love, but you are being called to something more. And the call just keeps calling. -Want to feel hopeful, and are ready to live in the land of possibility about your passion project. -Need some permission to listen for real to that voice in your head. The one that keeps saying...THIS. Move over here. Do this. Teach this. Be this. Show this. This is where you will shine your brightest light.-Meet a person who does diversity + inclusion training for businesses. What I hope you get out of this episode is this:You can do anything you put your mind to. Ya just gotta believe it's possible.Coaching can help get your passion project off the groundBatching and good systems save time, money and brain powerYou can build your business anytime, anywhere. In a box, with a fox. On a boat, with a goat. During a pandemic, with jackets and hats, outside the local coffee shop, with masks.Listen to the voice that keeps calling, especially if it keeps calling!!!Links Mentioned in this Episode:www.jebehedmunds.comWebsite | Instagram | Facebook | LinkedIn
Hey Lady! Are you not in the Mama Trauma Sisterhood yet? Were you too busy to join us live? Did the workshop slip your mind?Girl.... I GOTCHU!Here is the audio recording of the LIVE Discover Your Worth Workshop. It was amazing! It was powerful. And its something you don't wanna miss!Check it out!Women of Worth Courses- bit.ly/womenofworthcoursebit.ly/traumacoach - Coachingronicacormier.com- Learn Morebit.ly/mtsisterhood- FB Mama Trauma Sisterhood Grouphttps://www.instagram.com/ronicacormier97/-Connect On Instagram info@ ronicacormier.com- CONNECT/COACHING/COLLABS
Friends, we're not like other podcasts. On today's episode, Lindsay and Amanda show just how different we are by taking a deep dive into the in internalized misogyny of "Pick Me Girls". Learn why we do it, and what we can do to break those pick me chains!
Hey Lady! So today is Day 2 of our Detox Series!!! I'm so excited to share with you today ingredients in our daily products that can have negative effects on our body not just externally but internally. In this episode, I talk about ingredients to try to avoid and what they can do to your body. I hope you enjoy this episode. If you found this episode helpful or educational in anyway please send a DM to @jennifer.coble.health or an email to support@jennifercoble.com. I always love hearing from each of you! ❤️ Have a great day friend!
Welcome to the inaugural episode of Hey Lady Book Club! This month Lindsay and Amanda discuss "Body of Truth" where author Harriet Brown takes the cultural and medical obsession with weightless to task. Listen to find out what your hosts think about the book, and what next month's book will be. Come back next week and we'll C U Next Tuesday!
Arsenic, lead, bird poop, what do these things have in common? All of these things were once invested or slathered on in the name of beauty! This week, Lindsay and Amanda discuss history's weird and dangerous beauty trends. Be sure to subscribe and we'll C U Next Tuesday!
On this week's episode, we're on staying trend baby! Lindsay and Amanda discuss the good, the bad, and the regrettable about their own experiences with beauty trends. From the pencil thin brows, over tanned skin, statement necklaces and layers upon layers of the early 2000s to the faux freckles, laminated brows, BBLs and cropped everything of today's trends. Let's all cringe together as we reminisce on many questionable choices we've made in the name of beauty!
Welcome back to the third installment of our focus on Body Image! This week Lindsay and Amanda discuss the 2017 documentary, "Straight/Curve" and share the good, the bad, and the frustrating. Don't forget to subscribe and we'll C U Next Tuesday!
In the second portion of our Body Image discussion, we're tackling Fatphobia! Lindsay and Amanda discuss the concept of fat phobia and how it shows up in our everyday lives while suggesting ways to combat our own fat phobia. Come on back if you like what you hear, and we'll C U Next Tuesday!
We're mixing it up! On this week's episode of "Hey Lady", Lindsay and Amanda kick off their new format by discussing Body Image and share their own experiences as body havers. Stay tuned for future episodes on Body Image discussing diet culture, fat phobia and the body positivity movement. Come back next week and we'll C U Next Tuesday!
I'm sitting down in the corner with the founder of Hey Lady, TANIA to discuss the Hey Lady lifestyle brand for women over forty. She's going to share tips for being fly, ageless and share some tips on how we can have more travel experiences on a budget. Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-classi-ladi-corner/donationsSupport the show (https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Theclassiladims)
This week, we're going for gold! Lindsay and Amanda discuss the good, the bad, and the unjust of the 2020 Tokyo Olympics. From ridiculous uniform standards, to biased rules, to mental health, we cover it all. Could this be the beginning of a change in the Olympic guidelines? We sure hope so! As always don't forget to subscribe and we'll C U Next Tuesday!
Emma, from mmmEnglish, is a YouTube Teacher, English Confidence Coach, and Entrepreneur based in Perth, Australia. She started her channel to help her former Vietnamese students get out of the classroom and develop real-world fluency and has now grown it to a community of over 4M subscribers. Emma is passionate about helping English learners build their confidence to use their English in the real world. She is also the co-founder of Hey Lady!, an online community for women from around the world to connect and practice their English in a safe environment. I was so excited to have Emma on. It's actually not the first time that I have met her, and she is so much fun! We talked about what exactly real world English fluency is, and why it is not enough to just speak with natives. She told me about how she overcomes cross-cultural conflict in her Hey Lady! community and how learners can develop the skills to make meaningful connections through English. We also talked about how you can deal with stress and anxiety when it comes to speaking. We discussed why having a strong purpose for your learning, and anything else in life, is absolutely crucial. And as always we finished with a fun game where Emma and I tested our knowledge of each other's countries That and so much more coming up in episode 9 of Beyond Borders! Show notes here. .......... We're super excited to announce that we have publicly launched much anticipated RealLife English Podcast and Speaking App, which will give dedicated learners, just like you, the opportunity to listen to podcasts, not only with audio and transcripts, but also to speak English with other learners from around the world, at the touch of a button, for free. Download the App Here .......... Sign up for the RealLife Native Immersion Course here .......... Links: mmmEnglish - Youtube | Website | Instagram | Facebook Hey Lady - Instagram | Platform | Facebook Follow us: RealLife English (YouTube) Learn English with TV Series (YouTube) Instagram: reallife.english Facebook: RealLife English
In this show we're constantly picking apart the assumptions, stereotypes, and unrealistic or outdated expectations that society places on us - and today we're getting laser focused on one of the common ones that befalls us as we get into our 40's - the story that we're somehow done. That getting off our current path, particularly our career one, and building an altogether new one is somehow not ideal at this age. We have Tania Richardson help us pick-apart why that's the dumbest story ever. She started her lifestyle brand, Hey Lady, in her 40's after seeing a major gap in the market in brands speaking directly to her - a strong, proud, and ambitious 40 year old woman. Tania amassed a fan following after appearing on The Real Housewives of Atlanta and we discuss why starting something new in your 40's is actually the best time ever, what holds most people back, and why you have to keep an eye on (and out) for the younger generations. Hope you love it! xx Tabs + Anis -- Episode Sponsors She's Birdie - personal safety alarms. Get 10% off at shesbirdie.com/after30 --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/the-after-30-podcast/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/the-after-30-podcast/support
Hey friends, we have some explaining to do. Specifically we owe the two people we cover this week a huge apology. In another round of mulligans, Amanda leads us off by rehashing the crappy 2011 media storm leveled agains one Courtney Stodden. Afterwards, Lindsay makes us all wonder how we could ever make it up to Janet Jackson after the completely unfair backlash over her appearance in the Super Bowl. We're sorry, we need to do better. As always, come back next week and we'll C U Next Tuesday!
How well do Lindsay and Amanda really know each other?? Find out in this week's episode of "The Sister Game". Listen to your hosts take on "The Newlywed Game" as they answer random questions about themselves and try to guess each other's answers. Thanks for listening, and as always, we'll C U Next Tuesday!
On this week's episode of "Hey Lady", we thank you for being a friend, of Dorothy. This week we're highlighting two legendary friends and icons of the LGBTQ community. First up, Amanda takes us somewhere over the rainbow to talk about the life and legacy of Judy Garland. Afterwards get ready to slice up some cheesecake with your three besties, cause Lindsay's got the scoop on Bea Arthur. Don't forget to subscribe and we'll C U Next Week.
On this week's episode of "Hey Lady" we give some much needed and overdue love to non-binary and gender fluid humans. Lindsay starts us off talking about the super talented, Miley Cyrus! Afterwards Amanda rounds us out with a chat about the multi-faceted Amandla Stenberg. We personally love these two people, and are really jazzed to see them able and willing to share with all of us, their most authentic selves. Happy Pride Everyone! As always, don't forget to subscribe so you never miss an episode. We'll C U Next Tuesday!
This week's episode of "Hey Lady" brings up two women who know who they are and are not afraid to boldly show the world. Amanda leads off discussing a young icon, known as much for her energy as she is for her signature bow, Jojo Siwa! Afterwards, Lindsay tells us all about the modern contemporary art innovator who, has definitely not received the mainstream credit she deserves, Yayoi Kusama! Don't forget to subscribe and we'll C U Next Tuesday!
This week on "Hey Lady", Lindsay and Amanda ring in Pride month by talking about some pretty awesome members of the LGBTQIA+ community. First up, we bring you an activist who has been fighting for what she believes in practically her entire life, Angela Davis. Afterwards, we learn all about the siblings who brought us The Matrix, Lana and Lilly Wachowski.
This week's episode of "Hey Lady" is all about two women who know how to keep us laughing. As always , Lindsay and Amanda start off by sharing their favorite Tik Toks of the week. Then onto the main event, where we bring you the run down on two legendary comedy queens, Bette Midler and Joan Rivers.
Tune in to find out if you are the lucky winner of Hey Lady's first giveaway!
This week on "Hey Lady" were continuing mental health awareness month with the second round of "Ask a Therapist" by asking our resident therapist your questions about mental health. Strap in, because we're taking on the topics of diagnosis and medication! Our hope for everyone, is to be able to have the understanding to make educated decisions and advocate for your mental health needs. Don't forget to rate review and subscribe, we'll C U Next Tuesday!
In a sequel to the season one episode, the guys bring in Nora Balayti of Dixon Disc Golf to discuss how women's disc golf has evolved in the last year. An official gallery was formed while this episode was recorded - featuring former 'Hey Lady' Amy Laskowski, Sheila Callahan, Lauren Lakeberg, Erin Havok and Maddy Callahan. The guys try to keep up with Nora as they discuss plenty of Dixon things while munching on some phenomenal baked goods from friend of the show Rachel Braband. Also, Jason discusses his ménage a trois invites and gets berated for not getting his daughter her well deserved drivers permit.
Hey!! Hey Lady!!! We're listening to Kidz Bop 23!! The Dubs are stepping, the ukes are leleing, and life is one big Subaru commercial. Welcome back to 2013. Adam fights back against cancel culture. Alex pumps up the crowd. Wanna hit that stretch goal and listen to Alex berate children??? Then Support Our Show on Patreon! Check out our partner shows on the Missing Sock Network! And follow the Network on Instagram too. Follow Childz Play on Instagram and Twitter, and follow R. Alex Murray right now! We have some amazing new T designs in our store front. Check Out our Merch and Keep On Boppin!
British comedian James Acaster explains how experiencing the worst year of his life led him to create his new comedy special, Cold Lasagne Hate Myself 1999. Toronto-born actress Jayne Eastwood discusses her 50-year career and the joys of playing a shockingly shameless senior citizen in the CBC web series Hey Lady! — a lead role written just for her. Canadian cartoonist Aminder Dhaliwal talks about how she uses the mythic cyclops as a surprising metaphor for racism in her latest graphic novel, Cyclopedia Exotica.
In honor of mental health awareness month, this week's episode of "Hey Lady" we're talking therapy. Have you ever wondered about seeking therapy for yourself but didn't know where to start? We talk to our very own, in-house, therapist about the in's and out's of finding a good therapist and debunk some of the common myths about therapy. Have a question or story about your own therapy journey you'd like to share with us? Be sure to email us at hey.lady.pod@gmail.com. Don't forget to subscribe so you never miss an episode C U Next Tuesday!
On this week's episode of "Hey Lady", even though the Oscar's already happened, we just can't quit award season! What do you think of when you hear "Old Hollywood"? The glamour? The Drama? The Racism? First up this week, we share about Hattie McDaniel. Her role in "Gone With the Wind" earned her the first Oscar ever awarded to a Black person. Afterwards, we talk about Ana May Wong, Chinese-American movie star and fashion icon. If you like what you hear, be sure to subscribe so you never miss an episode. We'll C U Next Tuesday!
Subscribe to this channel and click on the notification bell for more great contenthttps://linktr.ee/nikimarieradioMy special guest on this episode is Tania Richardson. Tania is a Philadelphia native who now resides in Los Angeles. A 15-year entrepreneur, commercial actress, avid traveler, and a woman of fashion, whose style, according to Fashion Bomb Daily is “very alluring and sophisticated,” is an individual who pushes others to create their best work.Richardson symbolizes independence and power. A woman of fashion, whose style, according to Fashion Bomb Daily, is “very alluring and sophisticated,” was disappointed after her finding after research that advertisers cater less to women 40–55 years old. In fact, a report by Girlpower Marketing found that disposable incomes are highest for boomer women aged 45-54. They are at the peak of their careers, and statistically, are the least impacted by the recession. Boomer women buy 65 percent of new cars, 91 percent of new homes, and 92 percent of travel but, 91 percent feel that marketers do not understand them while brands are still having a hard time recognizing it. With that in mind, Richardson put her foot forward and created Hey Lady, an informative YouTube original, and social media platform movement to change the stigma of what women over forty look like. The mission is to motivate, empower, and encourage women to live their best lives.The platform features beautiful and powerful women over forty who have a passion for fashion, a love of travel, and an interest in owning or growing a business. Hey Lady™ is a movement that is building organically. The objective is to use Richardson’s life as an inspiration to women around the world to know that life truly begins at forty. Expectations for the brand is that it becomes a global phenomenon where mentorship programs for young ladies are built. “We are our biggest advocates and representation matters,” she explains. “When women see other women living their best life, this will hopefully reignite what may be missing in their lives. It is important to see positive images of women being more than a mom.” This year has not been without challenges. Between product development and production, Richardson’s workload has been overwhelming. However, her top challenge is brand awareness and brand recognition. “My audience must identify my brand based on visual indicators as my logo and colors, but l need to elicit feelings and emotions in my target audience, and this is not my lane,” she states. She addressed this challenge by hiring seasoned professionals that have produced and are implementing a strategic communications plan (public relations, social media, and content marketing). “The plan is for my company to gradually gain national publicity and social media followers, and so far I’ve been reading feedback about how much our supporters are inspired by and believe in our message.” Besides being a mother of an amazing seventeen-year-old son, her biggest accomplishment to date was taking on a new business venture by launching Hey Lady™. “I stepped out on faith and believed it would happen,” she states. And although she’s no stranger to business—representing a fortune 500 company and securing over four thousand clients consistently for eight years—building a lifestyle platform for women, that is organically turning into a movement was a completely new entrepreneurial move for her. While 2020 was about launching the business, she says, “2021 will be about continuing the movement.” An individual who pushes others to create their best work, she is passionate about life. She's a daughter, sister, aunt, and mother of a eighteen-year-old son whom she co-parents with former fiancé and former Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback, Kordell Stewart. She has no regrets in life and serves as a beacon for all to follow. She stand by her favorite quote, “I don’t make excuses, I make adjustments.”Make sure you follow Tania on all social media platforms and learn more about her and her mentorship initiative. https://www.instagram.com/heyladybytania/https://linktr.ee/Heyladybytania#Mentorship#Tania Richardson#WomenEmpowerment
On this week's episode of "Hey Lady" we're keeping awards season alive, and talking about two more wonderful women of cinema. Only this time, we're going behind the scenes. First up, we bring you Sally Menke. Do you like "Pulp Fiction", how about "Reservoir Dogs"? Well if you do, you better thank Sally because she edited nearly every Quinten Tarantino movie in existence. Afterwards, let's talk about Catherine Martin. She's the woman responsible to for the amazingly lush, eye popping, extravaganzas that are Baz Luhrmann movies. Catherine is the one responsible for all the costuming, set design for movies like, "The Great Gatsby" and "Moulin Rouge". Its high time we got to know the people, without whom, our favorite movies would not exist! If you like what you hear, feel free to rate and review. Don't forget to subscribe so you never miss an episode and we'll C U Next Tuesday!
Brent is a native of Midland and 5th generation Texan. After a brief stint as a manufacturing engineer, he followed his dream of becoming a Naval Aviator and served over 20 years in the U.S. Marine Corps as an EA-6B Prowler Pilot. Now retired and armed with a couple of degrees from the University of Texas at Austin under his belt, he enjoys travel and leisure with his amazing wife, daughter, grandson and their beloved German Shepherds. Brent can usually be found at the Desert Door distillery making Texas' finest booze, giving tours or sharing stories and cocktails with guests. Make no mistake: if Brent isn't hosting the party, he's at the party. He's serious about his food and drink, and plays a mean guitar too. IN THIS EPISODE: 2:51 How Brent met my wife AKA The Flight 4:30 Nothing brings us together like Baggage Claim - and near certain death 8:15 Hey Lady!! 10:15 Where's the ejection button? 12:16 We got a maintenance problem in seat 19A... 15:41 A selfish act becomes a selfless act?! 20:25 Here comes the captain... 28:19 The Nickel Diner, The Grill in the Alley & the late owner of the Raiders, Al Davis 34:58 Brent makes his "turn" 38:25 His first job out of college was making breast implants 47:38 Almost failed out of Junior College 49:37 Dar is still in the running to be a Fighter Pilot...?! 53:23 His wife discovers that Brent isn't a good student...at all 57:00 "Me and 2 Peruvian's are in a bunker, taking on massive rocket fire...and my cell phone rings...it was my wife"
After years of searching, Captain Chowderbeard's crew has finally found what they've been looking for. Meanwhile, Jam has an episode, Pickles loses control, and Hope is just happy to be here.
As primarily a documentary cinematographer, Iris Ng always asks where the camera should be at a given moment and how is it supposed to behave. She approaches a project asking about the perspective- is it supposed to be deeply personal, from within the lived experience of the person it's about, or more observational and objective, from the outside looking in? Quite a few of the documentaries Iris has worked on are deeply personal stories. Her first big feature was on fellow Canadian Sarah Polley's film, Stories We Tell. The film integrated Sarah's family home movies, shot on Super 8, into contemporary interviews with Sarah's family members, and reenactments shot on Super 8 with actors in 70's and 80's era costumes. Iris ended up using several Super 8 cameras to shoot with, since the film cartridges are so short and the cameras had to be constantly swapped out and reloaded. Stories We Tell required a great deal of sensitivity as each person told their story of Sarah's mother, Diane, a charismatic actor with many secrets who passed away in 1990. The documentary was critically acclaimed and received an Oscar nomination. Iris took a similar approach to the documentary Shirkers. Like Stories We Tell, Shirkers uses personal excavations and film material from the past to examine it for answers. As a teen, writer/director Sandi Tan and her friends had made an indie film in Singapore called Shirkers. Their film teacher disappeared with all the footage once shooting had wrapped, and Sandi wanted to tell the story about tracking down what happened to the film through interviews with friends while going back to retrace the experience. They chose interesting setups and locations for interviews, and Iris would often turn the camera on Sandi to capture her reactions as she was reliving her past. For the Netflix documentary series Making A Murderer, Iris had a different challenge. Iris came to the project on year nine of filmmakers Laura Ricciardi and Moira Demos' ten year process of shooting the series, and used her artistic eye to help elevate and add to the the previously shot footage. Each of the two seasons was 10 episodes long, so it was a matter of ensuring that there was enough coverage and angles, such as the exteriors of the Manitowoc County Courthouse for the filmmakers to work with. Iris Ng is currently shooting more narrative projects, such as the web series Hey Lady for CBC Gem. Find Iris Ng: http://iriscinematography.com/ Find out even more about this episode, with extensive show notes and links: http://camnoir.com/ep100/ Sponsored by Hot Rod Cameras: www.hotrodcameras.com Website: www.camnoir.com Facebook: @cinepod Instagram: @thecinepod Twitter: @ShortEndz
This week, we strap in for another epic ride with everyone's favorite archeologist, Indiana Jones! Will this prequel adventure win Bryce over, or will the allure of Harrison Ford continue to escape him?
Nothing is safe when fearlessly off-the-charts senior citizen Lady and her chain-smoking best friend embark on a rampage of urban vengeance, upturning everything in their path. Social norms, common decency, and the fourth wall of the series itself are tossed out the window in the first season of this wickedly funny short-form series.
Doctor Husband, sick with a cold, rallies his strength to discuss The Adventures of Jerry Lewis #93 (March/April 1966).
Doctor Husband, sick with a cold, rallies his strength to discuss The Adventures of Jerry Lewis #93 (March/April 1966).
This Episode has it all! Jerry Lewis! A Witch! Doctor Husband hopped up on Sudafed! Lawrence Welk! Fritz the Nite Owl! Rick Springfield! And all the background dog noises you could ever hope for!
This Episode has it all! Jerry Lewis! A Witch! Doctor Husband hopped up on Sudafed! Lawrence Welk! Fritz the Nite Owl! Rick Springfield! And all the background dog noises you could ever hope for!
Here at The Mentors, we're all about explaining how people just like us can go from having no experience, to running a successful company. Today we're launching a new series called 5 Minute Pick Me Up.One of the recurring themes on this show, shared by everyone from Max Altchuler, who just sold his company Sales Hacker to Outreach.io, to the Hey Lady shoes twins Emily and Jessica, and even to our story about our father, is that most people don't get started with a fully baked brilliant idea for a business. I want to share with you a story about a true entrepreneur, Mack of Superior Auto Steam, who I met this weekend who is motivating me this week with his lesson.I found him when I was searching for car wash options in NYC for my classic 300zx, and he was the only hand wash service with a Yelp account.Listen to hear why I will gladly refer anyone to him, and what I learned from him about running a business like this. In 5 minutes you will: Discover the NOTABLE SERVICE he provided, Understand the NOTABLE CHANNEL he found to acquire customersHear the MAIN TAKEAWAY from this interview.-Sergei Revzin Co-Host of The Mentors See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.
What's the easiest way to find a co-founder? Have a twin sister. This week on The Mentors we have our first ever 'twinesode' where you'll hear identical twins brother entrepreneurs (yours truly) interview identical twin sister entrepreneurs. Aside from being one of the funniest episodes yet, this discussion covers the story of Hey Lady shoes, and how two sisters with no background in fashion design started a ladies shoe company that has grown to over a million dollars in sales, almost entirely through word of mouth. Within 3 years of starting, the business was growing incredibly fast, when Jessica was diagnosed with stage 4 terminal cancer, leaving the weight of the news and running the business on Emily. Hear Jessica's miraculous story of beating the odds, surviving the disease, and rejoining the business only to help reinvent it and grow it to completely new heights. People often invent elaborate stories for why someone else is successful - connections, money, luck. On countless occasions Emily and Jessica's story proves that each of us must be in control of our own destiny - when you're dealt a bad card in life, it's up to you to figure out how to play the hand. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.
Today Jubal calls a guy who works for a moving company and NO PRESSURE but he's about to pick up a very IMPORTANT PACKAGE for a HIGH profile client!! And by the end of the call the guy actually sounds fearful for his life!! Hear it in the podcast!!
This Episode has it all! Jerry Lewis! A Witch! Doctor Husband hopped up on Sudafed! Lawrence Welk! Fritz the Nite Owl! Rick Springfield! And all the background dog noises you could ever hope for!
This Episode has it all! Jerry Lewis! A Witch! Doctor Husband hopped up on Sudafed! Lawrence Welk! Fritz the Nite Owl! Rick Springfield! And all the background dog noises you could ever hope for!