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Sara is on the road this week in Central America so she invited her friends, Mock and Daisy from the Chicks on the Right podcast to share a very special interview they did with the Moms for Liberty. Hoping to give frustrated parents a voice, Moms for Liberty founders Tiffany Justice and Tina Descovich wanted […]

If you worry that you'll never be able to pay off your federal student loans, the light at the end of the tunnel is getting a little brighter. The White House is expected to make a decision about student loan forgiveness, but the Education Department isn't waiting. We'll explain today on MoneyWise. So if you have federal student loans, you need to check your email. The Education Department says it has sent out an email to 22 million borrowers urging them to apply for relief under the existing Public Service Loan Forgiveness Program (PSLF). This program was supposed to provide relief for borrowers working in the public sector after they make 120 payments over 10 years. But even the Education Department admits that, up to this point, it's pretty much been a failure. Only about 20% of the more than 1 million applicants are in a position to have their loans forgiven by 2026. Hoping to correct that, the Education Department last year issued a waiver on some of PSLF requirements, giving borrowers credit toward loan cancellation. Under the waiver, it doesn't matter what types of federal loans or under which forgiveness program the borrower may have applied. The only requirement is that the loans be consolidated into a Direct loan before the waiver expires this October 31st. Before the waiver was issued, all loans had to be consolidated, but any payments made prior to consolidation didn't count toward the 120 needed for forgiveness. That essentially sent millions of borrowers back to square one in meeting the requirements. That has now changed. Under the waiver, around 9 million workers in the public sector could be eligible for debt cancellation in the PSLF program. The trouble is, they haven't applied yet, according to a report by the Student Borrower Protection Center. States with the most workers in the public sector include Texas, New York, Florida, and California. DO YOU QUALIFY? So, how do you qualify for loan cancellation under the Public Service Loan Forgiveness Program? First, you have to work for a federal, state, local, or tribal government, or for a non-profit organization. By the way, serving in the military is considered federal service. Okay, then you have to be a full-time worker for a qualifying organization. You must also consolidate all federal loans into a Direct Loan. And finally, you have to make your qualifying 120 payments. The impact of this waiver is potentially huge. It gives borrowers credit for payments made before consolidation on other loan types, regardless of the payment plan, and for payments made after the October 31st deadline for applying. For example, if you received Teacher Loan Forgiveness, that period of service will count toward PSLF eligibility if you can verify public service employment during that period. To find out if you're eligible, you can go to StudentAid.gov and log into your account. You can then search through a database to find your employer and determine if your service is eligible for relief under the PSLF program. You can also go to ForgiveMyStudentDebt.org to find out what type of federal student loans you have. Again, Direct Loans are eligible for PSLF, but other loans must be consolidated into a Direct Consolidation Loan. DON'T MISS THE DEADLINE This next part is critical: You only have until the waiver expires on October 31 to apply and have your previous qualifying payments on other loans count toward the 120 you need for forgiveness under the PSLF program. And there's more good news for some 200,000 borrowers. Washington is now preparing to cancel around $6 billion in federal student loans to settle a class action suit. The plaintiffs argued that their schools defrauded them, which should have entitled them to loan forgiveness, but that the Education Department dragged its feet for years, not granting that relief. Meanwhile, the Biden administration is expected to announce more student loan forgiveness options in the weeks ahead. Remember, always try to minimize borrowing for education. Look hard for scholarships and grants and work part-time while in school. You don't want to be saddled with student loan debt, waiting and hoping for loan forgiveness someday. The borrower is slave to the lender. On today's program, Rob also answers listener questions: ● With inflation rising so rapidly, is it still a good decision to pay off your mortgage more quickly? ● When does it make sense to refinance your home? ● Does it make sense to pay off debt by cashing in a whole life policy? Remember, you can call in to ask your questions most days at (800) 525-7000 or email them to Questions@MoneyWise.org. Also, visit our website at MoneyWise.org where you can connect with a MoneyWise Coach, join the MoneyWise Community, and even download the free MoneyWise app. To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/1085/29

Sara is on the road this week in Central America so she invited her friends, Mock and Daisy from the Chicks on the Right podcast to share a very special interview they did with the Moms for Liberty. Hoping to give frustrated parents a voice, Moms for Liberty founders Tiffany Justice and Tina Descovich wanted to unify parents across the country and empower them to hold school administrators accountable. Operating chapters throughout the country, Moms for Liberty has been on the frontlines fighting against government overreach and for parental rights.The Chicks cover how the Moms for Liberty was founded, what they stand for, and even how to start your own chapter. Please visit our great sponsors:My Pillowhttps://www.mypillow.com/carterSave on the new Precale Bed Sheets with code CARTER.The Association of Mature American Citizenshttps://amac.us/carterThe benefits of membership are great, but the cause is even greater.

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Whether you're in the first few years of your online service business or you have been in business for a while but don't make more than $5k a month ($60k a year), this episode is for you.   And for those of you that do make $60k+, at least 6 of these mistakes may still apply to you, so don't skip this episode.   You'll learn... 2 mistakes I made when I first started my online business 1 thing I'm SO glad I did when I first started out 10 mistakes that are keeping your income below $5k a month     TIMESTAMPS   4:10 Not investing in my business education and learning from entrepreneurs that are ahead of me 9:26 Constantly rebranding 11:53 One thing I'm REALLY glad I did when I first started my online business 16:21 Relying solely on one marketing strategy 19:41 Making a pdf instead of a free email course 24:09 Stop charging what you're worth 26:41 Giving up on a marketing strategy too quickly 29:07 Relying on motivation or passion to fuel your work 30:59 Sending 1 email a month or not having an email list at all 33:24 Working full-time hours 37:43 Not having a niche or clear messaging 40:00 Hoping clients roll in without putting effort into marketing   SUBSCRIBE & LEAVE A REVIEW Don't forget to subscribe to this podcast so you don't miss future episodes! And if you enjoyed this episode, please leave a 5 star rating and review on Apple Podcasts. Then DM me telling me you've done so! Each month I'll choose one reviewer's business to share on my Instagram page of 30k followers - it could land you some new clients!  FREE masterclass: 10 Steps To Go From Overwhelmed To Organized Free marketing roadmap: Starter Kit for Booking Clients Consistently My courses Instagram: @neshawoolery

Are you looking to go from Toulouse to Marseille on the train? Kelly Young has some tips for you, including what to do when the train takes a very brief stop somewhere! This was a bit of a whirlwind trip going to 5 cities in 11 days. Kelly would also like to move to France some day, so they are looking at possibly moving to France at some point. The family of 5 decided they're more interested in the south of France than in Paris. It's great (and unusual) to hear someone who hasn't been to Paris several times before visiting Toulouse! Things you need to know about taking trains in France If you've never taken the train in France, be aware that they don't post the number of the train track until about 20 minutes before the train departs. If you arrive at the train station early, look around at the different tracks and how to get to them. Listen to the episode for details on how to handle trains stations for your first time in France. About Marseille Marseille is a large city. It feels like a European New York, it's a big city, it's loud, there are ambulances, etc. But if you're looking for a city with diversity, Marseille is perfect and everybody was really friendly. If you are looking to explore France using public transportation, be aware that taking the bus between Marseille and Aix was really easy. The bus is also a great way to get around in France if you're willing to go out of your comfort zone which clearly Kelly and her family were! Recommended in this episode Hôtel des Grands Balcons in Toulouse Hire Elyse to give you a tour of Toulouse Best Western in Carcassonne Table of Contents for this Episode [00:00:00] Intro [00:01:49] Main interview [00:02:30] The group and how they planned the trip [00:03:13] Hoping to move to France [00:04:33] Didn't visit Paris at all [00:05:19] Toulouse [00:05:44] A determined person [00:06:02] Flew into Toulouse [00:06:34] Mirror Doors [00:06:58] Careful when you arrive and are jet lagged [00:07:54] La Place du Capitole [00:08:11] Tour of Toulouse with Elyse [00:09:12] A lot of walking [00:10:09] Archeological Museum [00:11:22] L'Entrecote [00:12:19] Apple Maps vs Google Maps [00:14:13] Breakfast near the hotel [00:15:31] Tolouse is quite empty in the summer [00:16:00] Montpellier [00:17:04] Adventures in the train [00:21:20] Trains get cancelled a lot [00:26:45] Carcassonne [00:29:24] Château Comtal de Carcassonne [00:30:21] The torture museum [00:31:50] Narbonne [00:33:10] Les Grands Buffets in Narbonne [00:36:02] Montpellier [00:37:37] Musée Fabre [00:42:34] Marseille [00:43:11] Some issues in Marseille [00:45:22] Aix-en-Provence by bus [00:49:45] Legal notice

But We Were Hoping // August 7, 2022 by First Baptist Amarillo

Summer of '65: Part 2A more enjoyable way to study sex ed.By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess' house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough.On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking.We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.“There is a fridge full of cokes in the pool house if you fancy one?” She suggested. I knew where it was, so I got up and wandered over, opened the door, and made my way to the giant American style fridge. I picked up two cokes, poured them into plastic pool glasses, before making my way back to the loungers.Jenna was naked!She was face down admittedly, tanning her back, but stark naked, just like she had been on our picnic trip.“I figured you wouldn't mind as it's nothing you haven't seen before, and a bum's just a bum,” she said with her mischievous smile and turned towards me to take the offered coke. As she did so, one pert breast, complete with little pink button nipple, escaped from its hiding place.“Ooops!” She said, tucking the offending mammary back under her. “You didn't see that did you.” It was more of a statement than a question.I knew better than to lie to the ever confident Jess, so I admitted that I had, which was quite obvious anyway from the rapid expansion taking place in my speedos, rendering me incapable of further speech.“Never mind it was only my breast.”Only! Only a breast! There was no only abut it. I had fantasised about Jess' breasts ever since our picnic. The image was to last a long while and, to hide the obvious swelling, I threw myself face down onto the sun lounger. It didn't take much to provoke an erection back then.“Get some sun on that bum. Take your trunks off!”“I'm OK thanks.”“Prude. Too prude to be nude! You should let Harry out for some fresh air occasionally!” And burst out laughing.I, of course, was now shamed into it and, very carefully, slid my trunks off. I cannot deny that it was a delicious feeling being naked outdoors again, the only problem being my erection.“Too hot for me! Swim time,” said the voice to my left. “And what's more, I'm not putting that lot on again just to get it wet.” She rolled so that she was facing away from me, stood up, and I watched that glorious rear view of the naked female form make its way to the water. I even got a flash of that mysterious place between her legs as she dove into the pool.Surfacing at the far end she called.“You just have to try this."It's the most invigorating experience ever!"If you're cowardy custard, I'll turn my back while you dive in."There's nothing to see once you're in anyway. The water is too rough."Come on in then Mr prude in the nude!”“Turn around then,” said my voice before I had time to stop it, as I rose to the bait of her dare. She turned and within seconds I, complete with fully erect Harry, were in the air, mid dive.I surfaced somewhat closer to her than I meant to, as my intention had been to stay at the other end, but I wasn't thinking straight. Hardly surprising seeing as it was only my second encounter with a naked woman and my first ever skinny dip. I hadn't even considered how we were going to get out.“Race you!”We raced. She won. Why? Maybe she was a better swimmer. Maybe the view up her thighs as she stroked out in front was irresistible. Maybe both! Either way we got to the shallow end out of breath and stood up in the waist deep water.“Ooops,” she said lowering her pert little breasts back into the water. “Forgot!”I'm not certain that she did and I certainly didn't, nor will I ever! Both beautifully formed breasts, displayed themselves to me, with their little pink nipples sticking out proudly due to the refreshingly cool water. I knew if I even touched my cock it would be game over.It is hard, from this perspective, to remember the eroticism of such seemingly simple things. Going braless happened only in the south of France, going topless, only in St Tropez. This was the start of the 60s, no porn, no internet, just Harrison Marks and imagination.Jenna tried her best to diffuse the situation by pretending not to notice and set off up the steps. I watched her bare back reemerge slowly from the water as she grasped the handles. I couldn't take my eyes off the two deliciously firm orbs of her buttocks as she climbed the steps. That vision will stay with me for ever. She reached the top step, stepped onto the tiles, looked over her shoulder, with her hands on her hips, as she stood their dripping.“Come on then!”“I think I'll stay in for a while.”“Don't be daft! Your teeth are chattering already. Come on. Don't be such a prude!”“I can't. Jenna, you're my friend, you're a wonderful girl, but you're naked and I'm naked and nature has taken over.”“You're not going to ravish me, are you?”“Of course not.”“Well that's a relief.” There was a hint of un-conveyed meaning in the way she said it. “I'll not look while you get to your towel.”She turned her back and I scrambled out, dashed for my towel and tried, in vain, to conceal Harry's obvious state of excitement. Meanwhile Jenna had managed to cover up with a towel as well.We decided that that was enough for one day and headed for the pool house and our clothes, swathed, modestly for the first time that afternoon, in large towels. As the door to the pool house closed behind me, Jenna turned and said.“If you're not going to ravish me, at least you might kiss me.”I couldn't believe it. Not because I didn't want to, but because I thought that any such move might ruin, what was for me, a nearly perfect relationship. I'd just been skinny dipping, for the first time and with a beautiful, confident and very sexy girl. My dreams had just become reality and my cock was still in awe.I moved in towards her and gave a, probably very amateur, attempt at a snog. She responded by opening her mouth, so I followed suit. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, so I followed again. The snog got more and more passionate as it got more and more competent. Our hands started to explore each other as her towel fell away.I felt one hand make its way down past my belly, as my towel also fell to the floor. I was in no doubt as to where it was going. For my part, I let my hand slide off her shoulder onto the front of her chest and from there down onto her breast. My other hand slid down the back of her petite frame and onto one of the delicious twin orbs of her toned buttocks.I've got one hand on my first ever female breast, the other on a naked buttock. The stimulation in my brain is going overboard. The kiss continued as her hand made its way inexorably southwards. Eventually it will reach my cock. Oh my god, the sensations, the anticipation and, then sadly, the disappointment.This was all too much for a first encounter. All those tales of young lads bonking for hours on their first shag are simply lies. She had only barely touched my cock when the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. I ejaculated in some style, but I still ejaculated and Harry started to soften.While trying to make some excuse for my rapid response, her hand grasped my wrist and lead it down between us, over the soft outward curve of her belly, towards the little forest of hair between her legs.“Rub me gently.” She broke from the kiss for just long enough to say and then our mouths joined again.My hand glided over her pubes and a finger slipped into the slick moistness of her excitement. I don't know what I expected, but nothing so delightfully slippery and exciting.“Slowly and softly.” Said the voice in my ear as she broke from the kiss again. I followed her lead and did as I was told. I sensed her excitement growing by the change in her breathing. Then I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she breathed.“Even slower."Even gentler."Yes."Just like that.”Followed by a sigh and slight buckling of the knees.Seconds later a female voice shouted, “Hello in there.”“Oh shit. Shit. Shit. It's Paula. She often pops round for a swim on hot days. Quick.”We scrambled into our clothes as quickly as possible, the mood having been completely destroyed by our imminent discovery. As soon as we could we made our way outside, somewhat sheepishly.To my horror the discarded swim suits had been neatly folded and placed on a sun-lounger. Paula pointed at them accusingly!“Jenna, these were completely dry! Your hair is wet! You don't have to be Einstein to work out what's been going on. You just be bloody careful if you're going to play with big girls toys. I'm not ready to be aunty Paula yet.” She turned and marched off.Paula's words hit home hard.“I don't want to be aunty Paula.”I am quite sure she didn't, but I'm even more certain that Jenna didn't want to be a mother and I certainly didn't want to be a father. In that era it would have been a ‘had to get married' situation and my education was far from complete. Frankly it would have been a complete disaster for both of us, such were the attitudes of the day.What if Jenna had let me go a bit further and had been willing to actually have sex? There is no doubt that my young cock had definitely got the message. Could I have resisted if it had been on offer? We had both been pretty wound up, and I suspect that mother nature would have had her way. Erections don't think!Say we had just actually done it. Just imagine! The wait for the next period. What if it didn't come. Was she always regular, or could she sometimes just be late? These are not subjects we talked about in those days, unless of course, you had to.What about the future? Was it possible we were going to get into that situation again? Two sexually mature people playing with fire, or even Russian roulette. Nature pretty well guaranteed that we were going to hit the jackpot sooner or later. Not that I'm assuming Jenna would even allow it, but what if?I resolved to get hold of some condoms, or johnnies as they were known then, but how. We lived very remotely. The nearest village was within range but the pharmacist was a family friend, probably of her family as well. Even if I made sure he wasn't serving, could I face putting 'a packet of three' on the counter in front of his female assistant. I'd die of embarrassment.I could just imagine the conversation later in the chemist shop.“You know so and so's lad?”“Yea, him.”“Well he came in today and bought some, ahem, Durex.”“No! I wonder where he plans to use them.”“Well there's not much option down his way.”“You mean 'her'?”“Well, who else?”“She wouldn't though, would she? She's such a well brought up girl and I doubt she'd do it before she was at least engaged.”The cerebral cinema ran on and got more and more embarrassing with every imagined exchange. No I would have to make my purchase elsewhere.As luck would have it, my mother wanted to go shopping in a big town, well away from where we were known. She did show some surprise when I expressed an interest and wanted to go with her. Normally shopping and teenage boys do not go hand in hand.We arrived, parked the car, and arranged to meet again in a couple of hours. I eventually singled out a chemist shop as my target and walked in. I had only been round the shelves once to try to locate the 'johnnies' when a very attractive young lady came up and said.“Can I help you?”Oh fuck! I can hardly say I want a packet of johnnies. She'll know I'm planning to: well yes, to fuck. She was young, she was pretty. I didn't have time to register her ring fingers but probably not married and therefore almost certainly a virgin, and I wanted to buy contraceptives. The embarrassment. So I bought a tube of toothpaste and left. While I was paying I noticed the johnnies were all on the shelf behind the till, Durex, Featherlight and several others.OK, so maybe I'm going to have to actually ask! I don't recall how many other chemists I checked out that day, but the answer was always the same. They were all kept behind the till, so I would definitely have to ask.I eventually located a chemist with a middle aged lady serving. I thought, she doesn't know me and she'll never see me again, so what's the problem? I approached the till.“Yes, can I help?”Arggggg the agony of it!“A packet of featherlight please!”She turned round to 'that' shelf and said.“Three or twelve?”Twelve? TWELVE? I'm a virgin. I've never used one before. Twelve, you must be joking.“Mmm three please.”She reached for the packet and, mercifully, popped it into a little brown paper bag just as the next customer reached the counter. Did she see? Oh this is so embarrassing! Everyone in the world seems to know that I am planning to have a fuck. Can they tell that it's also going to be my first?Ironically I am not really 'planning' to fuck. I am pretty sure that Jenna won't allow it but, just in case, I'm prepared. Besides, how do I explain to her that I've got johnnies. The implication is surely that I am assuming she is 'that type of girl' and would probably never speak to me again. Why is life so complicated?The summer rolled on and, in spite of being nearly caught by Paula, we enjoyed each other's company at the pool and in the fields round about. Usually we stayed fully clothed or very nearly so, until one summer's afternoon when we took a picnic to some nearby ruins.We spread a picnic blanket on the lush, un-mowed grass and ate our sandwiches. As the heat of the sun and the effect of the food took its toll we lolled in the grass talking about this and that and nothing very much.“When do you head off for uni?” Was the reality check she came up with.“September.” I replied as I glanced across at her. Our eyes locked. She smiled showing her dimples to maximum effect. I leaned towards her, she leaned towards me, our eyes were still locked together as our lips met.It was one of those glorious kisses that went on for ages, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, hands starting to wander, exploring the secrets of each other's bodies. Palms running over the smooth curve of firm buttocks. Hoping to explore under a T shirt. Success! A soft warm breast. The pressure on the front of my trousers as her hand stroked my obvious erection.My hand made its way up her skirt. Hers found my zip. I ran my hand up her thigh all the way to the elasticised leg of her knickers. She unzipped me. My finger slid inside, to be greeted by the warm slipperiness of a sexually excited woman. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Then suddenly it all stopped as she broke the silence.“Paula's right you know."We must be careful."I really want to do it with you. I want you to be my first."But we can't unless…”“Unless I get 'something'?” I filled in the blank space.“Yes, until then.”I was way too embarrassed to admit I had 'something' already, although my throbbing cock and millions of years of evolution were aching to satisfy the urge to reproduce.“I will.” I whispered, relieved that the problem of why I had johnnies had gone away, but with a raging erection that had only one cure.We petted. We snogged. We explored each other. I rubbed her how she had showed me at the pool house that day. She played with my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth really gently. It just got sexier and sexier. Then the inevitable happened. I ejaculated.“Next time.” She said. “I want to feel that inside. To know what it feels like.”“Next time.” I repeated.We tidied up, trying our best to remove the semen from her skirt. We eventually hit on the idea of coke. It would leave a worse mark and so be a reason for the skirt being in the wash after only one wear.I went home and put the pack of Featherlight back in its hiding place, keeping one tucked under my pillow for a test run later. I read and re read the instructions.Tear open the foil packet.Check the condom has the ridge on the outside.Pinch the tip closed to make room for the semen.Roll it on to the penis.After sex, withdraw immediately holding the condom on the penis.Discard the used condom.When I went to bed I removed the packet from under my pillow. A few thoughts of Jenna's soft breast and wet panties had me hard in no time. I pinched the end and rolled it on.So far so good! A few gentle strokes later while reminiscing about Jenna's gloriously slippery sex and bingo. A condom full of semen. I now saw why you pinched the end, it was distended with the evidence of my pleasure.I removed it and made my way to the loo, chucked it in and flushed. Luckily I waited to check all was well because it floated! It was still there! Several more attempts produced the same result.I cannot leave it there! In the end I fished it out, wrapped it in a few sheets of loo roll and tried again: success! This learning curve was getting very steep.Jenna and I decided to set a date, and a scene. There was to be no fumbling about in the back seat of a car, we were planning to do it properly, in a bed, but where, how, when? I carried my remaining two johnnies with me whenever we were together, just in case.We had several false starts, usually abandoned for fear of discovery, and once because our foreplay was just more stimulation than I could handle. It's hard to recall just how stimulating it is having your cock rubbed by a gorgeous, near naked, girl that you are planning to have sex with, while enjoying the slippery sensation of your hand between her thighs. I didn't know it was called premature ejaculation at that time, I just know it got so bloody exciting that I came before I even got the johnny on.Eventually the great day came. We knew we would be undisturbed for a couple of hours, so we made our way to Jenna's room. We cleared her bed of all the usual trappings of adolescence and fell into a deep embrace.There was fumbling for sure. I couldn't master her bra catch, even once I had managed to remove her T shirt. She came to the rescue and snapped it open allowing my probing hand access to her pert, warm, breasts. Her skirt was easier and the elastic didn't put up much resistance. Now she is lying on top of the bedding clad only in her white cotton panties.I gazed on in awe, and I have to confess to having a fetish about white cotton panties to this day, they feature in many of my fantasies.I managed to strip down to my pants, very inelegantly, as we snogged and caressed each other. She allowed my hand to slip over her navel and into the waist band. Heaven.My hand continued its journey southwards. Hair. More heaven.As I continued my lust fuelled journey, my finger slid into the most divide between her legs. This is more than heaven. She meanwhile had eased my pants over my erection, very carefully, ever mindful of the previous disaster.Gently and deliciously we removed each other's final item of clothing. My memory of sliding off her white cotton panties, as she lifted her bottom willingly off the bed to help, and my hand sensing the taut flesh of her naked buttocks, is one of my most cherished. Eventually we were both totally naked, but this time with the express intention of having sex.“Let's do it.” She whispered in my ear, “I want to feel it inside.” I fumbled with the foil packet. It was much harder to put on lying next to a naked girl than it had been in my room. I managed to remember to squeeze the end to make room for the inevitable, and returned to our embrace.Somehow my totally inexperienced cock knew exactly what to do. I rolled gently on top of her and as my cock found that sacred space between her legs I felt it slide gently in. There is nothing sexier than that moment. The sliding sensation, as every nerve in your cock prepares for the climax..Then I felt it start.Oh no! I managed only a few gentle thrusts, then I came! Shit! Shit! Shit. I continued, as best I could, with a rapidly softening cock, but clearly it was not the success that modern porn films would have you believe, besides I had to get the johnny off before….well just before.We kissed and cuddled some more and, much to my delight and her careful handling, Harry came back to life. Much more confident now, I started to rub her very gently as she massaged Harry. Harry hardened readily as I enjoyed the sensations of stroking her moist, excited, free flowing, sex.I reached for the last foil packet. Tore it open. Checked it for inside out or right side in. Pinched the end and rolled it on. This time there was no disaster. Harry slipped easily into her moist haven.She gasped as I started a rhythmic motion in and out. The sensation was just totally beyond anything I had ever experienced. We locked eyes and stared into each other's souls. It wasn't a stud performance, but it wan't a disaster either. We grew up at that moment, we both became the sexual beings that destiny had mapped out for us. We didn't just fuck, we actually made love.By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

Wife and Husband film fans Natalie and Bobby trawl their gargantuan DVD collection and check out the lowest rated movies they own. Hoping for the cape rather than the codpiece, they power into the 2.5* rated on Letterboxd Masters of the Universe. They discuss Cannon Films, Dolph Lundgren, Courtney Cox and disco sword fights. "Everything comes to he who waits... and I have waited so very long for this moment.” Enjoy the pod if not the cartoon toy line adaptation.

Baltimore's public schools start the new year in just 25 days … and  the system is still looking to hire hundreds of teachers for vacancies.  How will classrooms be affected and what's being done to get educators in place? The schools' chief of staff, Alison Perkins-Cohen, says the system has been recruiting energetically and still is. But, she warns Baltimore and Maryland are not alone in the teacher deficit: “All of us need to be thinking nationally about how do we solve this problem and how do we make teaching more attractive to young people as such the important job that it is in terms of really shaping the future.” Plus Baltimore Teachers Union officer Cristina Duncan Evans … explains teachers are excited for the new school year but the effects of burnout are real.    See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

As the ITFOG team enjoy their summer break, and actually play some golf, we thought we would re-release some key episodes from our back catalogue. This week we re-release our episode with Alan Shipnuck as so much has happened since we talked with him ahead of the release of his book "Phil" which then raced to the top of the NYT bestseller list. Hoping to catch up with Alan in the autumn but until then hopefully you can enjoy again one of our personal favourite episodes. 

Today we have a fun conversation with Bradley Bleasdale: Raw milk producer, freedom fellow, and founder of a preparedness training center. Open House: Saturday 9am-1pm. Bring a dish to share. 605 Long Branch Rd, Lancaster, TN Tales from the Prepper Pantry All tomatoes ripen at once as predicted Time to harvest and dry mint - (The creek mint is prolific) Hoping to be canning green beans or corn or salsa this weekend Frugality Tip TIME SAVER This tip saves time, which IS money, right? If you think this idea applies to your Frugality Tip section, here's what I got: I have a printout of all of the recipes that I use frequently. It's called my Frequent Recipes Cheat Sheet. ALL of the recipes (at least 50) are on 1 sheet of paper (front and back). They're not detailed at all, just the ingredients and oven temp, basically. Since I make them so often, I don't need all of the individual steps. This saves me tons of time because I don't have to look up recipes on my phone, computer, or big ole recipe book. Bonus tips: you can keep it in a plastic sheet protector so it doesn't get dirty, AND you can use a magnetic clip to hang it or stick it to your upper cabinet handle right in front of your face while you're cooking. Saves me so.much.time. Operation Independence Working on a video project with Billy Bond from footage gathered at the Swale Workshop. Main topic of the Show:  Choosing Liberty with Bradley Bleasdale About Bradley: One of 13 kids Grew up in Massachusetts Got running water in our house in 3d grade Left Law school at the beginning of my last semester Went from owning an 5,000 square foot home in Florida to living in a barn in Tennessee Made every homesteading mistake possible Now my family has the largest raw milk dairy in Tennessee and I am the founder of the Sequatchie School for Self-Reliance Www.Sequatchieschool.com Make it a great week! GUYS! Don't forget about the cookbook, Cook With What You Have by Nicole Sauce and Mama Sauce.  Community Mewe Group: https://mewe.com/join/lftn Telegram Group: https://t.me/LFTNGroup Odysee: https://odysee.com/$/invite/@livingfree:b Advisory Board The Booze Whisperer The Tactical Redneck Chef Brett Samantha the Savings Ninja Resources Membership Sign Up Holler Roast Coffee Harvest Right Affiliate Link

Biden bragged today about taking out al Qaeda leader Ayman al-Zawahiri in a drone strike but it almost feels like a distraction away from the looming recession and record breaking inflation. Then Grace gives us the latest headlines in her news segment.

Planning to travel with a partner or significant other? Hoping to survive the experience not just with your relationship intact, but also your sanity? Then you need to listen to this episode. Today, we're discussing the highs and lows, the good, the bad and the ugly of sharing the travel experience with a partner. What to do. What to avoid. And why camping might just be the least sexy travel experience around.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Home for Horny Monsters: A Banshee on the Porch! - Haunted victorian house has more erotic surprises (part 2)By writerannabelle.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Get in the bath with me,” Naia purred. “I can help you relax.”“You still haven't told me what you get from the link.”“Your protection.” She leaned back, her breasts bobbing on the surface. “This home needs a guardian, a human who won't expose our secret to the world, one who will care for us until his dying day. When I read your spirit, I knew that you could be the one who protect us.”“Us?” He peeked out into the bedroom. “There are other nymphs?”Naia shook her head. “I'm referring to the house itself. Emily was the last guardian of this place, and it holds many secrets. If this house should fall into the wrong hands…” Naia shivered, though the water was warm. “I'm afraid I can't be of much help in discovering them, as I am unable to leave this room. That, and I can't actually tell you.”“Why not?”“It's the house.” She frowned. “Powerful magic, a Geas. When Emily died, the house's protective magic kicked in. It's like being unable to remember someone's name, even though you are looking right at them. There is something important that I want to tell you, but it floats away from me when I try to focus on it. I'm afraid it will be that way until you can figure out for yourself the real purpose of this house.”“Secrets, huh?” Mike thought back to his college days, low-key hacking into servers just to see what was there. “Sounds like a challenge.”“I wish I could help, I really do.” Naia frowned. “I have huge gaps in my memory, but the main thing I remember is Emily.”“You knew my Great Aunt well?”“She was a good friend. I know you picture her in your mind as some old woman traipsing through the house, but she never looked a day over twenty seven. Not until the day she died, anyway. The magic preserves beauty, but doesn't prolong death.”“Interesting.” Mike stroked his chin. “So, I'm going to be young forever.”“On the outside.” Naia smiled. “And I think I can make your stay worth it.”“I'm going to be honest. I'm not really good with women.” Mike stared at her naked body, his cock twitching once more. His body and brain were disconnected, his body suddenly ready but his mind hesitant. His mother's voice was distant, but it was still there.“I saw that.” Naia trailed a finger down between her breasts. “A lot of pain in your past, something holding you back. You'll find that our new bond will alleviate that somewhat.”“What, are you my therapist now?”“Even better.” Mike hadn't realized how close he had come to the water. Naia slid her finger into the waistband of his pants, pulling him close. “My magic has created a special bond between us, one that enhances trust, allowing you to momentarily forget.” Tugging the band of his pants down, his cock sprung free, pointing directly at her mouth. “I can teach you to overcome your pain, if you will let me.” She stroked his cock lovingly, her fingers magically warm and wet. She gazed up into his eyes, adoration on her face. “Please let me do this, Mike. Please.”“I…” Mike stared at the woman in his tub, the one who radiated warmth and safety. For the first time he could remember, he had become lost in the moment, the slight heat of her breath teasing the head of his swollen dick. Gone were any thoughts of his childhood, the house, or what had happened earlier. Her eyes were shimmering pools, glowing with an inner light of their own.“C'mon Mike. Let's do it right this time.” She continued stroking. “With your permission.”Mike was breathing hard, his fingers stroking lightly at her hair. She broke eye contact, staring hungrily at his cock. She was panting now, and his cock tingled with every stroke.“Please,” Mike begged her. “Please.” He couldn't put the feeling into words, but he needed her.She leaned forward, sucking him in gently, her teeth just barely sliding across his foreskin. He shivered as she took him all the way to the root, one hand stroking his balls while the other slid around his hips. She sucked on him for several seconds, and he moaned softly, unsure what to do. She broke away, a trail of spit connecting her mouth to his dick.“Get in.” Her voice was husky, her hands pulling down his pants. He helped, pushing them to the floor as she caressed his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers. He stepped into the bath, her mouth finding his dick again. She grabbed him by the hips, moaning quietly as he thrust into her mouth. Already, his body felt light, his muscles relaxing as the magic took hold of him. He popped free from her full lips, and she reached up for him as he knelt down, their lips finding each other. He ran fingers through her blue hair, tracing the line of her jaw. She clutched his shoulders, breaking free of his kiss to suck at his collarbone.“Everything feels like electricity,” he told her, meaning every word. His skin was practically tingling, her touch igniting tiny sparks between them in the warm of the bath.“Part of that is my magic,” she whispered in his ear, her breath hot. “The rest of it is me.”His hand moved down her belly, parting the thick folds of her pussy. She was impossibly tight. He worked her cunt this way for a few minutes, rubbing at her clit with his thumb. After a minute of this, he realized that something felt odd. Pushing back from her, he stared down.“Is that a piercing?” He asked. In between her labia was a shiny sphere.“That's my clit,” she giggled. She stood, sitting on the edge of the tub and spreading her legs. Pulling back her folds, he saw that her clit strongly resembled a pink pearl. He ran his finger across the top of it, causing her to gasp. It was smooth, yet hard.“Is it always like this?”“Only when I'm this turned on.” She said, smiling. “It's called a Nymph's Pearl.”“God damn.” He moved closer, taking in her scent. The aroma made his head swim. “May I?”“You're such a gentleman.” Grabbing the back of his head, she pulled him in. He opened his mouth, gently sucking in her Nymph's Pearl, moving it around with his tongue as he slid two fingers in her pussy. Naia gasped, digging her fingers into the back of his head as he rolled her Pearl around in circles. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around his head, squeezing him tight.From his position between her legs, her scream of delight sounded like distant thunder. He switched from two fingers to three, her eager pussy gobbling up the extra digit with no effort. He pulled his fingers free, lapping at her inner folds with his tongue, marveling at the salty-sweet taste of a nymph's vagina. Hands clutched at his neck, her legs trembling uncontrollably as he drove her to the edge.Sucking the Pearl back into his mouth, he slid his fingers back into her, curling them upward.She screamed again, soaking his face with her cum. Three rapid bursts of fluid coated him completely. Startled, he pulled away, wiping his eyes clear. It had the same taste that she did, with just a hint of spice. Naia, reclined on the edge of the tub, was gasping for air, her body suddenly limp.“I've… I've never seen that before,” Mike told her. His cock was absolutely throbbing.Naia's eyes glowed from within, the water in the bath suddenly becoming steam. Rolling over, she lifted her ass into the air, clutching the rim of the tub.“Fuck me, Mike,” she hissed, the water's surface becoming choppy. He wrapped his hands around her hips, staring down at the juicy curves of her ass. Oddly, her prominent pussy was missing its neighbor, the long curve of her labia stretching farther back to where her asshole should have been.Sensing his pause, Naia looked over her shoulder. “Nymph's don't need assholes. Now hurry up and fuck what's in front of- Oh God!” Mike, wasting no pretense, shoved himself inside her awaiting hole. Her body lurched forward as he pounded her from behind, giving no thought to her pleasure at all. Somehow, this didn't seem to matter to Naia. She panted like a dog, her raspy breath echoing off the tiles of the bathroom.“Holy shit,” Mike shouted, desperately shoving his dick inside. His newfound sensitivity was driving him wild, and he clawed at Naia's ass cheeks, his excitement building. The water around them bubbled with energy, tiny water spheres taking flight and hovering in the air.“Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” When Mike came, his vision turned black around the edges, the world briefly losing focus, his back arching as he filled Naia with hot sperm. She let out her own shriek, pushing back against him as her back spasmed, ripples traveling down her spine and legs as she shook uncontrollably.“Oh Mike,” Naia moaned, going limp beneath his hands. She sank into the water, and Mike joined her, the two of them easily floating side by side.“Naia.” Mike was officially spent. He ran his fingers through her hair, sighing to himself as her fingers traced circles on his chest. “That was absolutely magical.”“I'm glad you liked it.” Naia kissed him on the neck. “Consider it a down payment.”“For what?” He asked.“For taking care of me. This place.” Naia's face was suddenly serious. “If you choose to stay, you will find out that there's a lot more to do than just live out our days fucking. There are some really bad people out there, people willing to do anything to get their hands on this place.”“Because of you?” He asked.“The man who built this house didn't just do it for me. He was a collector of magical items. These objects have tremendous power, and he hid them well. My job is to guard the house-because of the spring, I can never leave, so I was the best choice to be its guardian. Every time the house is passed to a new caretaker, I either make the pact like I have with you, or the new owner suffers an accident. Also…” Her face went blank for a second. “Damn. It's that thing I want to tell you again. I just can't remember, it's so frustrating. Anyway, I can't leave this room, or the fountain, once it's repaired for that matter.” Naia stroked Mike's stomach lovingly. “Please fix my fountain. I miss being outside.”Mike stared at the canned lights in the ceiling. Magical artifacts? This night had taken a strange, impossible turn. “It shouldn't be too hard to figure out where these magic artifacts are kept. The house is big, but it's not that big.”Naia smirked, kissing Mike on the lips. “You keep telling yourself that.” Yawning, Naia stretched. “I'm exhausted. You get some of that muck pulled from the fountain, and you and I can stay up all night if you like.”“Consider it done.” He stayed with her for a while, but the water grew cold. Bidding her a good night, he watched as she vanished beneath the water's surface, the cool liquid flowing down the bath drain. Drying himself off, he stretched out on the giant bed. Within moments, he was asleep.The bed was probably a hundred years old. God alone knew how old the mattress was. Somehow, Mike awoke from easily the best night's sleep in years. His body was in the same position it had been when he fell asleep. Yawning, he stepped down on the hard wood floors, his left ankle popping. Rubbing the back of his head, he strolled naked to the toilet to pee. He flushed the toilet, stepping out into the main bathroom. The tub was still there, glistening in the light of the morning sun.“Naia?” his voice quivered, slightly. The events of last night were fresh in his mind, and he wondered how much he would crack if he discovered that it had all been a dream.“I'm still here.” Her voice echoed from inside the tub. “I'm always here. Now go get some work done. You and I can play later.”Mike laughed, leaving the room behind. Breakfast was last night's pizza, quickly reheated, and some soda. Mike quickly threw together a grocery list, food he would need for the week ahead. He stepped out the back door, staring at the poorly kept yard. The house itself was built near the top of the hill, and Mike realized that the back yard's high stone walls ensured privacy. A wrought iron gate at the back of the yard led out into the woods behind the home, but someone had strung a chain across the bars, a giant padlock holding it in place.The fountain was in sad shape. No water could be seen in its giant basin, which was now full of silt and dead leaves. Mike sat on the side of the fountain, looking at his laptop. A quick Google search yielded several ways he could begin to restore it, but he was either going to have to look for tools or buy them.“Fuck it,” he muttered, adding the tools to his shopping cart. He didn't feel like spending hours looking through the house trying to find what he needed, and the local home improvement store had a service counter pickup option, which would get him home and back that much faster. Closing his laptop, he stood up to go back inside.“Jesus fuck!” He nearly dropped his laptop. A stone figure tucked away in an alcove by the back door had startled him. Moving in for a closer look, he saw that it appeared to be a statue of a woman, but other than an ample bust, few details could actually be seen. Covered in creeper vines, he pushed a few of them aside to try and see it better. Failing, he made a mental note to pick up some garden sheers. Kneeling down by her feet, he expected to see a plaque on the pedestal she stood on, but it was blank.“Damn near gave me a heart attack,” he muttered, walking in through the back door. He set his laptop on the kitchen table, listening to the sounds of the house around him. Nothing but silence.His rental car, a green Kia, was still on the curb where he had left it. Leaves had tumbled down from the trees along the street, creating a blanket for it. Pulling away, they spun in circles behind him, creating little leaf tornados in his rear view mirror.Pickup at Mel's, the home improvement store, was super quick. Mike grabbed an extra pair of work gloves and some garden shears on the way out. Stopping at the grocery store, he picked up some basics, including coffee and a new coffee maker. He had seen one in the kitchen, but didn't trust it to actually work.He arrived back at the house, gathering up all of his bags in an attempt to make only one trip. Walking precariously between the stone lions, he made it to the front door, setting the bags down to get his key out of his pocket. The deadbolt clicked open, and he pocketed the key, kneeling down to grab his bags.The porch swing creaked. Mike stared, the gears of his mind turning. He thought he had disconnected the swing last night. Yet there it was, swaying in a non-existent breeze. He walked over, unhooking the swing and lowering it to the porch.Shaking his head, he walked inside, putting it from his mind. He stacked his groceries up on the counter and tossed the bag of supplies on the kitchen table. Stocking the fridge, he began organizing the tools from the store. A few scrub brushes, a trowel, and a drain snake were pulled from the bucket he had purchased, as well as a screwdriver.A knock at the door was followed by the sound of the bell. Mike walked back down the long hall, a shadowy figure visible through the frosted glass of the front door. He opened the door to reveal Beth, his Great Aunt's estate representative, standing on the other side. She was holding a stack of files, but that wasn't what Mike noticed. Her dark hair still in a bun, she was wearing a bright red blouse, the top buttons straining to hold it shut, with a knee length white skirt.“Mr. Radley,” she greeted him, a warm smile on her face. “I thought I would drop by and bring you some paperwork. There are several things the firm needs you to look over before we can finalize a transfer of assets. May I come in?”“Um, yeah. Certainly.” He stepped back, and she stepped past him, the smell of soap and lavender following her in. He shuddered internally, this human woman somehow ten times more daunting than the mystical creature upstairs. “Here, this way.” He led her to the kitchen, where she set down the pile of documents.“It looks like you're getting ready to tackle a project,” Beth said, picking up the trowel. “Hopefully nothing the Historical Society would disapprove of.”“Just cleaning some gunk out of the fountain,” he told her. “Hoping to see it running soon.”“Those don't sound like the words of a man who is still debating keeping the place.”“You're correct. I've decided to stay.”“In that case,” Beth slid one of the folders out, checking its contents. “This was an offer from that group of women I told you about. They call the firm almost every day, they're absolutely in love with this place.”“I hate to disappoint them, but the place is growing on me already.” Mike smiled, thinking of Naia. “Not sure why, but I feel like this is where I was meant to be.”“I'm very happy for you Mike.” Her smile was genuine, crinkling the skin next to her eyes. “I know what you mean. I've been over here several times to make sure the place is being cared for properly by our interim team, and admit I'm a little sad that I won't get to see it much longer.”“Nonsense.” Mike waved a hand dismissively. “You're welcome over here anytime. Besides, you're the only person I even know in this town. My job doesn't offer many opportunities to meet new people, so I'm afraid you are my entire social group.”“I may just take you up on that.” Beth sat at the table. “I've been a bit obsessed with this place since I was a little girl. I was convinced a fairy queen lived here, probably until I was thirteen. I used to ride my bike past every day, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Turns out that it must have been someone who worked for your great aunt, a young woman who I sometimes caught working in the garden. She had this brilliant radiance around her, almost like she was stuck in an old Disney movie. I half expected birds to circle around her as she broke into song or something. I won't lie, I tried to figure out who she was once your aunt passed, but there weren't any records.” She chuckled, stroking the files with a finger. This action pressed her breasts together, causing a tiny gap to form between the buttons of her blouse. Mike stared into that dark space, wondering what color her bra was. “It's silly, I know, but I can't help but love this place just a little.”“I've only been here one night. Trust me, I know what you're talking about.” Snapping his eyes away from her chest, Mike leaned forward, opening the top file. “Ugh. This looks like a bunch of legalese.”“In triplicate. These are some additional assets, plus some agreements I need you to sign since you are taking ownership of the home. Per the will, there are a few protective clauses, primarily stating that you can never bulldoze the home and start from scratch. This was per your Great Aunt's wishes, but I'm guessing that isn't a problem.”“You would be correct.” Mike slid open a drawer looking for a pen, but Beth had one ready.“You can have an attorney read these over first. I prefer that you would, actually. There isn't any hurry-now that we have an heir, the clock sort of resets for a bit.” She set the pen on the table. “However, I am just on delivery duty today. I need to get in to the office to begin processing some additional documents. Today is Tuesday. I would be happy to drop by on Friday to pick these up, if you have them done. Otherwise, I can just drop by to make certain you are getting settled. That is part of the provisions as well.”“Um, yeah. Sure. Thank you.” Mike followed her outside. He walked behind her, watching the gentle sway of her ass until they arrived at her car, a cute little convertible he didn't recognize. Beth gave him a wave and a smile before driving away. He walked back up the walk, stopping to pat one of the lion's paws for luck. In his mind, he was planning to take the bucket straight out back and see what he could do about that pesky fountain.He was up the stairs, his hand on the door when he heard the swing next to him squeak. Turning his head, he saw her sitting there, kicking her legs gently as she stared across the front yard, her eyes distant.“Hey.” Mike said, moving to get a better view of her. Her skin was unnaturally pale, her hair white. She was wearing a simple white dress with a thick, black belt around her waist. The skirt stopped just above her knees, white stockings visible above a black pair of shoes. The swing creaked as she swayed, coming close to the siding of the house. She ignored him.“Hello? Hey?” He stood in front of her, waving his hand in front of her face. Her slightly milky eyes stared forward. Maybe she's blind, Mike thought, staring at her now. Her skin was paper white, but her facial features made Mike think of a mixed European heritage. Small breasts pushed against the front of her dress, filling out the top as if it had been custom made for her. Her eyes didn't budge, her dark eyed gaze settled on eternity.“Now look…” Mike grabbed the chain of the swing, halting its forward motion.The change was immediate. She was suddenly standing, her whole body lurching forward as if a movie had skipped several frames. A blast of cold air assailed Mike as her wild face was suddenly inches from his own, her feet hovering inches above the ground. She let out a blistering screech, her hair fanning out wildly behind her as she raised her hands, fingers curled into claws. Mike, panicking, stumbled backwards, the railing hitting him in his lower back. The icy blast of air pushed him over the edge, where he fell into the scratchy bushes below. Wide eyed, he stared into the sky as the specter leaned over the rail, floating upward.“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered struggling to fight his way free of the bushes. She let out another shriek, her suddenly darkened features stretched until her face was a nightmarish mask.“Stop unhooking my swing, fucker!” She cried, poofing out of existence. Mike scrambled to his feet, rolling free of the bushes covered in bloody scratches. Standing in the warm light of day, his heart pounding a mile a minute, Mike stared up at the porch where he had fallen from. The railing was cracked, and behind it, the porch swing swayed gently in the breeze.Mike ran up the stairs, his eyes on the empty swing. He shoved the door open, slamming it shut behind him. “Naia!” He hollered, running up the stairs. “Naia, what the fuck was that?” He shouted, running into the bathroom.The tub's faucet opened up, pouring a thin layer of water on the bottom. Her head and shoulders emerged as if she was in a lake rather than an inch of water.“What happened?” She asked.“Some woman on the porch. On the swing. Screamed at me. I fell into the bushes.” Mike gasped for air, inspecting the cuts on his arm.“Oh. Oh!” Naia's eyes flashed. “I remember! That's Cecilia!”“Who is Cecilia?” Mike sat on the side of the tub, rubbing his eyes.“She's a banshee. She lives on the porch. She really likes the swing.” Naia sunk even lower, her lips just above the surface of the water. “I'm sorry Mike. I wish I could have told you.”“Is that the important thing? The one you wanted to say but couldn't?”Naia shook her head, her face moving even lower. Just her eyes were visible above the water.“Naia, what aren't you telling me?” Mike crossed his arms. The nymph blushed, her words muffled by the water. “What did you say?”Naia rose up out of the water until her lips were visible. “I said that there are others.”“Others? Others like who?”Naia shook her head. “I can't remember. I'm sorry Mike, but I really can't. Now that you've met Cecilia, I can remember her very well, or at least what Emily told me about her. She almost never came inside. But there are others.”“If you can't remember them, than how do you know there are others?”“It's the important thing, the one I couldn't remember.” Naia slumped. “I think you're going to be mad.”“I'll do my best. What is it?”“Remember earlier, when I told you that the man who built this house collected magical artifacts?”“Yes?”“It's part of the Geas. It's a fail-safe, a half-truth. He did collect artifacts, yes. But he came across most of those on accident.”“How do you accidentally come across artifacts?”Naia put on her best, fake smile. “You see a lot of them when you decide to start your own monster collection.”“Monsters. The guy who built this house collected monsters.” Mike sat on the edge of the tub, Naia wrapping bandages around the deeper cuts on his body. He wore only his boxers, having stripped away his clothing. He was grateful that the bushes had caught him, but a bit miffed that they had taken their price in flesh.“Yep. It started as an academic thing, but he had a really big heart. The world was changing too quickly for us monsters to adapt, so he rescued as many of us as he could.” Naia rubbed some Neosporin into a cut on his leg. Nymphs could do a lot of things, but healing magic was not one of them. “While there are people out there who would kill for the magic hidden in this house, the monsters here are a magical goldmine.”“How so?” He asked.“Hard to answer. For instance, it wouldn't be hard to hold a nymph hostage and demand that she share her gifts. Cecilia's gifts wouldn't be worth much, because banshees only appear before someone dies, generally.”“Wait.” Mike grabbed Naia's hand. “What do you mean banshees only appear before someone dies?”“Cecilia is different. She'll appear to the owner of the house-it doesn't mean anything. She and Emily used to sit out there and watch the sunset a lot of evenings. Nobody needed to die, so don't worry about it.” Naia dabbed some more Neosporin on his leg before wrapping it.“Who built this place?” Mike asked. Naia froze, mid-wrap.“I wish I could say.” A tiny tear formed in the corner of her eye. “All I know is that I was extremely happy while he was here. Emily was nice and all, but I had a special bond with the man who built this place. It kills me that I can't remember him.”“But you remember Emily?” That was a mystery that he was going to have to think on. Why would the former owner need his identity kept a secret? How does one get into collecting monsters in the first place?“Yeah, I do. And Natalie. She was our keeper before Emily. But the real master came before Bethany, and I can't even picture him.” Naia sniffed, finishing the wrap on Mike's leg. “I wish I could remember.”“I hope you remember.” Mike meant it. Anything she could remember was something he could use. The sooner the better. Seeing a banshee on the porch had spooked him, and bad. What other surprises did the house have for him? Naia made him feel good in so many ways, but was the trouble worth it?“There. All better.” Naia kissed him on the neck, sending chills down his spine. “Now go unclog my fountain. The sooner you do that, the sooner I can see the stars again.”“Fair enough. Thank you, Naia.” Mike stood, tossing his bloodied clothes in a hamper by the bed. Cracking open his bags, he found a pair of athletic shorts and a clean shirt to wear. Walking down the stairs, he pondered the situation that had developed. Cecilia, the crazy bitch on his front porch, had nearly killed him for touching her swing. How many others like her were there? Was he going to get killed by something that was using a room as its lair?He stared at the furniture, covered in white sheets. The house had been cleaned numerous times, and as far as he knew, no problems had ever been reported. Something to ask Beth. He found himself looking at the fireplace in the sitting room, some stray thought crossing his mind. Before he could focus on it, he heard the creak of the swing out front, the immediate memory of an angry banshee in his face sending chills down his spine.Rubbing his face, he walked toward the back of the house, away from the sound of the swing. He walked to the kitchen table, grabbing the bucket and eager to go out back and deal with a problem he could handle. Lifting the bucket, he realized that it didn't feel quite right. Looking inside, he saw that it was empty.“Are you fucking kidding me?” He shouted, throwing the bucket angrily. He sat down, putting his face in his hands. Should he go back to the store? It meant walking past the Swing of the Damned currently, and he knew he wasn't ready to deal with that. With a resigned sigh, Mike walked outside to the garden, hanging a left at the fountain. Key in hand, he unlocked the door to the garage, pushing it in.Beth had warned him about the garage. Apparently his Great Aunt had been using it primarily for storage, and he immediately saw that the boxes had been piled high. He flicked on the light switch, which didn't actually help that much. The garage itself felt cavernous, somehow bigger than its two car capacity. The maze of boxes had him twisting to maneuver through them, hoping to make it to the other side. He expected to discover a tool bench on the opposite wall, and he was not disappointed. The bench was burdened with several boxes, so he lowered them to the ground.“Fuck, these are heavy.” He cracked open a couple boxes to reveal several paperback novels. The box he was looking in contained old sci-fi novels. He looked through the box, pulling aside a couple of classics that he intended to read for himself. He opened the next box, revealing a pile of romance novels.“Bleh. Never mind.” He closed the flap. Why were there so many books here? Pushing the thought from his mind, he got a good look at the tool bench. It had several drawers, all of which were empty when he opened them. Kneeling down, he opened the cabinet doors to reveal that they were also completely empty.Who had a tool bench with no tools? Mike scratched his chin, double checking the drawers to make sure he saw right. He wondered if somebody had stolen them, but then thought of the girl on the front porch. If this place really had been built to harbor a monster collection, then ordinary thieves wouldn't have a chance. Looking at the boxes, he debated cracking them open, but was convinced that he would only find more books.“Fuck, it's hot,” he muttered, wiping sweat off his brow. The afternoon sun was turning the place into a bit of a sauna. He resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to leave the house again. Carefully moving through the stacks toward the door, he heard the sound of metal on concrete.Mike froze in place, listening carefully. He closed his eyes, listening carefully. It was faint, but the sound of light fabric across concrete carried to him from the back of the garage. He moved slowly, quietly, maneuvering around the stacks of boxes. A narrow gap between some boxes concealed a small hallway in the back of the garage. Mike breathed out, barely fitting between the stacks.The hallway U-turned, revealing a flight of stairs that went beneath the garage. He descended the concrete steps, moving quietly. Toward the bottom of the steps, he heard it, the unintelligible mutterings of someone up ahead. The voice was raspy, but feminine. He ducked his head, the space just barely over five feet tall.There was just enough light that he saw the pull-cord dangling from the ceiling. He yanked on it, casting light into the dark spaces beneath. Unlike the room above, this room had plenty of space. Boxes along the edge of the room had been decorated with dirty fabric, and it was immediately obvious that the room was originally intended for working on cars-large pit covers up above were sealed and locked shut. Along the back wall of the room was a tool bench littered with tools, and Mike immediately spotted the supplies he had bought earlier. Off to the side was a tiny bed. The muttering he had been listening to had vanished.Of greater interest, however, was the short figure between him and the bench. It stood at around four feet, dark green skin covered in dirt and grime. It's hair was so dirty that Mike couldn't make out any color, but did notice that it had been pulled to the side in a wild ponytail. The sudden light had frozen it in place, casting a comical shadow along the back wall. The figure dropped what it had been holding-the screwdriver that Mike had purchased earlier.Mike tried to process what he was looking at. It wasn't see-thru, so not a ghost (thank God). Where could he even go from here, now that he had discovered the creature's den.“Those tools belong to me,” he said, trying his best to sound firm. The creature in front of him turned around slowly, squinting into the light. She wore a dress that looked like it had been stitched together from spare furniture covers. A dirty yellow pair of goggles were on top of her head, and she bared her fangs at him, hissing through her teeth. Her tiny hands curled, revealing claws.“Tools are for Tink.” She growled. “All tools are Tink's tools.”Mike's heart raced. The thought of this angry little creature attacking him was simply too much. Still, he couldn't help but stare at her body. Wide set hips accentuated by small breasts, and the side of her makeshift dress had a split up the side, revealing just the edge of her bony hip and the movement of a thin tail with hair at the end. Her ears were wide and pointy, and a tiny nose made her big mouth look even larger.He had no idea what he was looking at.“Uh, okay. Tink, is it?” Mike held his hands up to show that they were empty. “Look here, Tink. I bought those tools so that I can fix the fountain. I can't fix the fountain without them. May I please have them back?”Tink bared her fangs. “You challenge Tink. Tink fight. Protect goblin home.”“Whoa, whoa.” Mike backed up. “We don't need to fight Tink, but I need those tools. There's no reason we need to do this.” Mike ran through his memory, looking for info on goblins, but he was drawing an absolute blank.“Then man leave. Never come back, or Tink fight to protect goblin home.” Tink hunched forward, tossing her goggles to the side of the room. It was now or never.“Let's talk about-fuck!” Tink leapt across the room, hands spread wide. She tackled Mike, and Mike fell over backward, slamming Tink's head into the ceiling.“Oh shit, I'm so-hey!” Unfazed, Tink was clawing at him, grabbing handfuls of his t-shirt. He fought back, not wanting to hit her at first due to her size. Unfortunately, it was like tangling with an angry cat. His bandages were quickly shredded, and Tink was busy trying to wrestle him into submission.The low ceiling prevented Mike from standing. Instead, he began rolling around on the floor, doing his best to avoid her teeth, which did shred away the rest of his shirt. As they fought, her dress ripped too, and Mike was soon grappling with a naked goblin on the floor.At first, the fight seemed a sure defeat, but Tink was rapidly tiring. He flipped her on her back, slamming her rock-hard skull on the pavement. It didn't seem to faze her, but she slowed down quite a bit. Using the moment to his advantage, he crawled on top of her, pinning her in place with the weight of his body.Tink struggled to rise, but Mike had managed to pin one arm down with his knee while holding the other straight. The rest of his body was on top of her torso, and she flopped helplessly for several minutes, quickly tiring.To be continued.By writerannabelle for Literotica

Time for another maintenance episode. This time were going back to the CIS Controls. This time were using version 8. Hoping to implement the first 7. FIND US ON1. Twitter - DamienHull2. YouTube

Lily this morning, her last morning with us…on her Lily “The Queen” Pillow on the orange couch in front of the mixer table wanting to be part of the show on her final day.  She has been here doing the show with me for the last eight years… started the show with her.  The only time she wasn't here as the show happened was when I was in Jacksonville for a month for my cancer treatments.  She continues to drink the gravy from her food with very little solid intake.  She refuses water.  There has been no solid excrete in five days.  She's peeing up to five times a day.  Pupils are always WIDE.  Hoping the gabapentin and CBD oil are keeping her comfortable.  The Music Authority LIVE STREAM Show & Podcast...listen, like, comment, download, share, repeat…heard daily on Podchaser, Deezer, Amazon Music, Audible, Listen Notes, Google Podcast Manager, Mixcloud, Player FM, Stitcher, Tune In, Podcast Addict, Cast Box, Radio Public, and Pocket Cast, and APPLE iTunes!  Follow the show on TWITTER JimPrell@TMusicAuthority!  Please, are you sharing the show? Please, are you listening? How does and can one listen in? Let me list the ways...*Listen LIVE here - https://fastcast4u.com/player/jamprell/ *Podcast - https://themusicauthority.transistor.fm/   The Music Authority LIVE STREAM Show & Podcast!  Special Recorded Network Shows, too!  Different than my daily show! *Radio Candy Radio Monday Wednesday, & Friday 7PM ET, 4PM PT*Rockin' The KOR Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday at 7PM UK time, 2PM ET, 11AM PT  www.koradio.rocks*Pop Radio UK Friday, Saturday, & Sunday 6PM UK, 1PM ET, 10AM PT! August 1, 2022, Monday… first hour…Orbis 2.0 - TMA SHOW OPEN THEMECamens – IllustratorCarissa Johnson - Merry Go Round [Blue Hour] (@A Diamond Heart Production)Curious Grace & Black Rabbit – BelieverDay Dreems - 01 Lady Beetle -mono-The Persian Leaps - Patience [Smiling Lessons] (@Land Ski Music)@Franky & Wendy - Writing On The WallJim Basnight - Blue Moon Heart [Pop Top – 2022 Remastered]Jim Basnight – Houston Street [Pop Top – 2022 Remastered]Gallows Birds - Someone Must've Nailed Us Together [Quaranteenage Kicks] (Rum Bar Records)Les Fradkin - Take A ChanceMagen Tracy And The Missed Connection - Try To Be Free (Red on Red Records)Marc Platt - Take The High RoadMatt Gough Music - At The End Of The DayGretchen's Wheel - 10 Learning To Hunt [Such An Open Sky] (Futureman Records)Suzi Moon - Dumb & In Luv (Pirates Press Records)@ New Revolution - Set Me FreeMelody lee Hayden - Fly Away With Me

 In this SfWC season two finale, we find out what happened after River returned home with his extremely fast hedgehog. Hoping for extremely fast hedgehogs of their own, Jude and Mikey set out to track down their secret origin, the Department of Very Fast Things.Stories for Wonderful Children will return for season three on Sunday, September 4, 2022.Get in touch with the show:Show website: https://storiesforwonderfulchildren.comInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/storiesforwonderfulchildren/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/StoriesforWonderfulChildrenTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@storiesforwonderfulchildTwitter: https://twitter.com/storiesforwond1E-mail: Storiesforwonderfulchildren at gmail.A proud member of Kids Listen.

New documents show how one of the largest companies in Florida secretly worked against political opponents. Power giant Florida Power & Light said it is confident it did nothing illegal in trying to shape public policy and press coverage.

Guess what? There ARE training robots? I put a bunch of links in the show notes; check 'em out. Episode 80 is a good one for me to hear now. Back then I was in physical therapy, and I've got some similar things going on right now, aches and pains and all that jazz. I am actually in physical therapy again as well. So this week I had a covid false alarm and had to cancel PT. Hoping to get back to my three-a-week schedule starting Monday. Both knees are stiff now, and I have the same arm pain that led to the situation I was in in episode 80. So now I know what it is. I stopped doing traction every day, and I stopped doing all those PT homework exercises they had me doing back in '18. The sedentary life I've led for the past couple of years has not helped either, so I am pretty much back at square one. Read the full post at http://RunningAFEVER.com/318 Photo by Lukas: https://www.pexels.com/photo/close-up-photo-of-survey-spreadsheet-590022/  

Tired, drained and resentful - no more. Hoping this resonates and helps someone in a similar position.

Marc talks with Candidate for Congress in Missouri's 1st Congressional District, Andrew Jones, about his platform as the Missouri Primary is one week from today. 

In this narrated essay, writer and journalist Anna Badkhen brings us into histories of imperial collapse. As we continue our exploration of the theme of Ashes and what it means to live in a moment of unraveling, she asks: How do we come to terms with the world we have made? How do we make space for hope and sanctuary? Emergence Magazine, Vol 3: Living with the Unknown explores what living in an apocalyptic reality looks like through four themes: Initiation, Ashes, Roots, and Futures. Every two months we'll release a new chapter online. Experience “Chapter Two: Ashes.”  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Settle in with your circus, cons, and cotton candy and and listen as we unbox the 2021 movie Nightmare Alley. The movies is directed by Guillermo del Tor and stars Bradley Cooper, Rooney Mara, Cate Blanchett, and Toni Collette From YouTube: In 1940s New York, down-on-his-luck Stanton Carlisle endears himself to a clairvoyant and her mentalist husband at a traveling carnival. Using newly acquired knowledge, Carlisle crafts a golden ticket to success by swindling the elite and wealthy. Hoping for a big score, he soon hatches a scheme to con a dangerous tycoon with help from a mysterious psychologist who might be his most formidable opponent yet. Theme: Funny Villain by Peter McIsaac Music from Premium Beat Art: Rob Hebert (@nerdypapergames)

Host Scott Fisher opens the show with David Allen Lambert, Chief Genealogist of the New England Historic Genealogical Society and AmericanAncestors.org. This week, the show begins its 10th year! Thanks so much to all of you who have made this possible! David begins by sharing what he learned about a cemetery he was about to explore. Then, in Family Histoire News, David reveals a new NEHGS database from the War of 1812. It could be a game changer for researchers! Next, a 19 year old has assembled a massive collection of World War II material including uniforms, ephemera, metals, and other treasures. Where is this museum? In his basement! David will tell you more. Connecticut witches are now getting attention after exoneration of witches in other states. Hear about this spellbinding project. Did you know that sliced bread was once illegal? (Honest!) David explains why, when, and where. Next, Fisher visits with Sarah Dery, Head Researcher at NEHGS and AmericanAncestors. Sarah took on a passion project to better educate herself on African American research. Hoping to simply write a blog about the ancestors of new Supreme Court Justice Ketanji Brown Jackson, her findings have blown up! Hear all about it from Sarah. In Segment 3, Fisher visits with Terri O'Connell, a Chicago woman, who has long known about a kidnapping that took place in her family in the late 19th century. Wouldn't you know that with DNA… what happened to that kidnapped child is now an open book! David then returns for another couple of questions on Ask Us Anything. That's all this week on Extreme Genes, America's Family History Show!

MasterMind Minutes - One Guest - One Question - One Answer in Minutes not Hours. Our guest today is Doug Smith... Doug is the Director of Sales for America's Best Restaurants (ABR) which is a digital marketing agency that works with restaurants around the world. ABR generates trackable ROI using their unique ROI engine platform. Doug is 27 year veteran of the radio, sales and marketing . America's Best Restaurants works with restaurateurs building sales and repeat business. Measuring the ROI of your advertising by tracking web hits, social media "likes", blog hits, and the like is OK....but you can't deposit "likes" into your bank account. If you are spending your time and money on marketing your restaurant and NOT building a database of your customers you are simply Hoping & Praying they come back. That's not a good use of your efforts. Our company helps restaurants gain the visibility needed to attract customers and then, once they give you their business, we help you build a segmented database to nurture a relationship and long term business from them. Contact Doug at: https://www.linkedin.com/in/dsmithcincy/Visit: https://americasbestrestaurants.com/ Contact Gary at: infor@frangrow.com Visit www.frangrow.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/gary5396/support

Genesis chapter 5 tells the story of 10 generations of faithful worshippers of the LORD. What does that look like?

Rachael Kable shares her top 5 morning meditations Episode 2423: My Top 5 Morning Meditations to Feel Positive, Energised and Calm by Rachael Kable Rachael Kable is the vibrant and warm-hearted creator of The Mindful Kind podcast. Described by her listeners as “genuine, down-to-earth and encouraging”, Rachael is passionate about empowering people around the world to live more mindfully in fun, simple and meaningful ways. With a Bachelor of Psychological Science, Certificate in Coaching and Counselling and experience as a Helpline volunteer on the Anxiety Recovery Centre, Rachael embarked on her blogging and podcasting journey in late 2015. Hoping to share her personal stories and experiences with mindfulness, including how mindful living helped her manage stress and improve her wellbeing, Rachael's passion and knowledge attracted listeners and readers from all over the world. The original post is located here: https://www.rachaelkable.com/blog/positive-morning-meditations  Visit Me Online at OLDPodcast.com  Interested in advertising on the show? Visit https://www.advertisecast.com/OptimalLivingDaily Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On this episode I talked with Jerry Potter, founder of Five Minute Social Media, who helps overwhelmed business owners create a revenue-driving social media plan they can actually keep up with. In a nutshell, we talked about doing 20% of the tasks that bring 80% of the results when it comes to social media marketing. Connect with Jerry: www.fiveminutesocialmedia.com  Love the episode? Love the show? Leave us a rating & review and SHARE on social media - tag @martaspirk @empoweredwomanpodcast 

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Rachael Kable shares her top 5 morning meditations Episode 2423: My Top 5 Morning Meditations to Feel Positive, Energised and Calm by Rachael Kable Rachael Kable is the vibrant and warm-hearted creator of The Mindful Kind podcast. Described by her listeners as “genuine, down-to-earth and encouraging”, Rachael is passionate about empowering people around the world to live more mindfully in fun, simple and meaningful ways. With a Bachelor of Psychological Science, Certificate in Coaching and Counselling and experience as a Helpline volunteer on the Anxiety Recovery Centre, Rachael embarked on her blogging and podcasting journey in late 2015. Hoping to share her personal stories and experiences with mindfulness, including how mindful living helped her manage stress and improve her wellbeing, Rachael's passion and knowledge attracted listeners and readers from all over the world. The original post is located here: https://www.rachaelkable.com/blog/positive-morning-meditations  Visit Me Online at OLDPodcast.com  Interested in advertising on the show? Visit https://www.advertisecast.com/OptimalLivingDaily Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Breaking down the sumo and loving every minute of it. Hoping that Covid won't take every stable out of this competition. More about Sumo Kaboom and our BINGO game: www.sumokaboom.com Twitter @SumoKaboom Instagram https://www.instagram.com/sumokaboom/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/SumoKaboom/ YouTube https://www.youtube.com/c/SumoKaboomPodcast Check out our ever-changing Sumo Kaboom merch at Red Bubble: SumoKaboom.redbubble.com If you'd like to buy us a mawashi or support us monthly, you can sweeten the pot here: https://ko-fi.com/sumokaboom There's no way we could do this without you, so thank you! If you ever wonder where we get our research, check out the Show Notes section of our website.

We discuss the CNN special, is college a scam; Dr. Birk, and more. Our Guests Are: Dan Schultz, Charlie Kirk, Drew Hernandez, Libby EmmonsStay ahead of the censors - Join us warroom.org/joinAired On: 7/18/2022Watch:On the Web: http://www.warroom.orgOn Gettr: @WarRoomOn Podcast: http://warroom.ctcin.bioOn TV: PlutoTV Channel 240, Dish Channel 219, Roku, Apple TV, FireTV or on https://AmericasVoice.news. #news #politics #realnews

#313: Follow Dominick on Instagram: @DominickQ Join the Great Man Mastermind: https://www.dominickq.com/masterminds/the-digital-mastermind Join the Facebook Group for Men: https://www.facebook.com/groups/TheGreatManWithin __________________________ Jayson Gaddis from Episode #222: How to Cultivate Heat and Handle Conflict in Your Romantic Relationships In this episode: Why your woman challenges, tests and doubts you Why becoming defensive or giving in will erode her trust in you What she needs to feel loved in those moments when she's testing you How to stand your ground in a loving, compassionate way Why women often seek security from their men, and why men often seek energy from their women

Coruscant Nights, Dicey Cantina, & Erica Goodwitch Present: Path of the Storm - A High Republic Actual Play Story Act V, Part 6 - The Nihil Jedi Knights Lodee and Bekros receive a distress call from the temple on Bavva. The Nihil have attacked and taken the Jedi and Younglings hostage. Hoping to find their friend, Kel alive and well, the two jump into hyperspace. As their Vectors streak through the whorls of hyperspace, the dark shadow of the temple among the stars lingers in their minds and the artifacts they found there whisper the quiet promise of justice. --- Thanks to Sarah, Cayde, and an Armstrong Youngling for lending their voices to this episode. Join our Discord Donate for Destiny ------------------- Find more Dicey Cantina Twitter YouTube Find more Coruscant Nights Twitter YouTube ------------------- Age of Rebellion, Edge of the Empire, and Force and Destiny RPGs © Fantasy Flight Games and EDGE Studio

“I still think there's a performance better than any performance we've got this year, it's just trying to find that over the next two weeks and bring it the next day.” John Kiely hopeful Limerick are saving their best for last in the All-Ireland Hurling Final! #SportLK In association with Noel's Menswear, proud supporters of Limerick GAA.

In this second installment of a two-part series, hosts Natalie Dillon and Travis Frank discuss some of the best lakes, streams and rivers across the Upper Midwest to visit on your next fishing trip. Dreaming of landing a 50-inch musky? Looking for the perfect family walleye fishing getaway? Hoping to practice fly fishing or casting for river smallmouth bass? This episode has you covered.http://www.duenorthoutdoors.tv@nattieupnorth | @travis_t_frank | @duenorthoutdoorstvPresented by Sportsman's Guide (https://www.sportsmansguide.com/)

David talks about his ongoing autobiography about his haunted house life. Hoping to have it published this year. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

In this second installment of a two-part series, hosts Natalie Dillon and Travis Frank discuss some of the best lakes, streams and rivers across the Upper Midwest to visit on your next fishing trip. Dreaming of landing a 50-inch musky? Looking for the perfect family walleye fishing getaway? Hoping to practice fly fishing or casting for river smallmouth bass? This episode has you covered.http://www.duenorthoutdoors.tv@nattieupnorth | @travis_t_frank | @duenorthoutdoorstvPresented by Sportsman's Guide (https://www.sportsmansguide.com/)

A health recruiter is hoping to bring in 100 desperately needed workers from its first overseas drive since the borders opened. Accent Health Recruitment is running the seminar today in Singapore with Te Whatu Ora/Heath NZ representatives joining them. As the country faces crippling staffing shortages, it wants to sell New Zealand as a great place to come and says there is huge interest. Health Correspondent Rowan Quinn reports.

Ovtlier Interview with Joey Arena - Let's Talk Unity! This is our 2nd interview with Ovtlier. Listen as we discuss their newest single Nemesis, unity and a bunch of other topics. This band is full of high-intense energy, and their front man Joey Arena has the perfect voice to match the music. Hoping to hear them get played more often on Sirius XM Octane! www.theloudspot.net www.ovtlier.co Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

I'm 64 years old, married for 44 years, mom of 2 adult daughters and Grammy to 2 amazing granddaughters, ages 7 and 4. Retired last year after 44 years as an RN in critical care and ER. I live on Lake Champlain in the Adirondack Mountains of New York State. I enjoy spending time with friends and family (especially my grandluvs!), walking, reading, boating/kayaking/swimming in the summer and snowshoeing/relaxing by the fireplace in the winter. Hoping that retirement will allow more time for traveling and exploring new places. I have vacillated between normal weight and 20-40 lbs overweight most of my adult life since the birth of my second daughter. Having two small children, 14 months apart, working full time opposite shifts of my husband, returning to school for my BSN = STRESS! Many diets tried, usually with success of varying lengths of time. Generally the same pattern…lose the weight to goal/near goal followed by gradual abandonment of an unsustainable commitment to maintain resulting in weight creep back to or above starting weight. Daily walking (3-5 miles) and light weight workouts 3x/week do not compensate for overeating. Discovered IF July 2020…it clicked/resonated…”What is this magic?!” Diminished hunger, mood stability, heightened mental clarity and focus, soaring energy, improved health, pounds and inches melting off, clothing sizes dropping. Started with 16:8 and quickly progressed to 18:6 and 20:4. Soon added meal-less Monday and ultimately 4:3 ADF. Achieved goal weight of 125 by end of 2020; maintaining goal range (115-120) for almost 1 ½ years ~ mostly 5:2 ADF. I weigh daily and track weekly average to keep me accountable, adjusting my fasting schedule as needed. Graeme Curries phrase “Vigilance without Obsession” is my maintenance mantra. Family support has been critical to my success. My husband, daughters and sonin-law all do some form of IF; collectively we have lost about 270 lbs. In addition, the IF podcasts, books and FB groups provide immeasurable support and guidance. My Stats Height 5'4 (162.56 cm) SW 161 Pounds (73 kG) GW 125 Pounds (56.7 Kg) CW 118 Pounds (53.5 Kg) Maintenance Goal Range. 115-120 Pounds (52-54.4 Kgs) Karen The Fasting Highway News. My book about my own story The Fasting Highway is available on Amazon in both paperback and kindle. The Fasting Highway: Graeme Currie takes you on a journey through the highs and lows of beating a crippling food addiction by losing 60kg (132 pounds) living an Intermittent Fasting Lifestyle. For Australian and New Zealand residents, you can buy the book direct from me at www.thefastinghighway.com. For the rest of the world Amazon is your best option. You can follow me on Instagram at graemecurrie_63 or join The Fasting Highway Facebook Community. Enjoy The Show Graeme. Disclaimer all views expressed in this podcast episode are those of the guest and host. No part of this podcast should be taken as medical advice. Please consult your medical professional before starting any health plan. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/graeme-currie/message

Hey Listener, we're talking about sports again, but this time with the Lay-Deez (read that in a Bill Burr voice). Dale Marie Pontz (writer of Dames on Games), Alicia DeVore (Diehard Reds fan and guest host of the New Nasty Boys), and Gentry McGuire (formerly of WYI? Episodes 45 & 55) are in the basement to talk about what they love and hate about sports on the field, in the stands, and in general. Topics this week include: Your host is trying his best to not instantly turn the room against him and is horrible at pronouncing A names. Gentry is here to step on the plugs. Getting your picture taken with a gigantic concrete creature outside of the stadium. Born and raised in Cincinnati. Going from the loveable losers to a team people can hate. Cubs fans, yuck. F1 = excitement and hot men. Accidentally buying a $200 hoodie. F1 racing on the Las Vegas Strip. Getting into the stats side of baseball. Trying to figure out the history of Cricket. Men “wrestling” around. Dreaming of the day when I have an excuse to flip someone's car. Is LeBron or Jordan the GOAT? Choosing your team(s) when your a child. College football and Fantasy talk. It turns out we all like golf. Go eat a SkyRosa and Gameday superstitions. Let's talk about DeShaun Watson, this won't be controversial at all. Who is doing a good job marketing sports to women? Nobody. Hoping for a Women's soccer team in Cincinnati. Watching women's sports and how to market them. Being a woman who likes sports and dealing with dudes. Gatekeeping. Holly Mangold. Being a woman athlete and feeling like you have some level of sex appeal. Hanging out at the Sports Bra. The Olympics and cheering for hosses. Sportscenter is comfort food. Joey Votto Simping. The Dumb don't know they're dumb. Alec Baldwin Twitter beefs. Sometimes it sucks to go to a game. Getting kicked out for boozing in the Family Friendly Zone. The secret to using the Port-o-Potty at a tailgate is to be drunk enough. Revealing to women that sometimes the Men's room doesn't have doors on the stalls. Hannah's Hotties Part 2. The cool part about sports is you don't know what is going to happen. What do you want to do in the future with your fandom?

Coruscant Nights, Dicey Cantina, & Erica Goodwitch Present: Path of the Storm - A High Republic Actual Play Story Act V, Part 5 - The Force Jedi Knights Lodee and Bekros receive a distress call from the temple on Bavva. The Nihil have attacked and taken the Jedi and Younglings hostage. Hoping to find their friend, Kel alive and well, the two jump into hyperspace. As their Vectors streak through the whorls of hyperspace, the dark shadow of the temple among the stars lingers in their minds and the artifacts they found there whisper the quiet promise of justice. --- Thanks to Sarah, Cayde, and an Armstrong Youngling for lending their voices to this episode. Join our Discord Donate for Destiny ------------------- Find more Dicey Cantina Twitter YouTube Find more Coruscant Nights Twitter YouTube ------------------- Age of Rebellion, Edge of the Empire, and Force and Destiny RPGs © Fantasy Flight Games and EDGE Studio

Editor's note: As part of our When Love Shows Up Throwback Series we are re-posting this blog post which was originally posted on December 1, 2021. "Christians often refer to Jesus as the Prince of Peace. Paul simply calls Jesus himself Peace - the way John calls God Love. And yet Jesus rarely makes people like us comfortable or unbothered. Jesus doesn't strive to create a happy and content middle, but heads to the margins of our lives and communities in order to reveal God's presence and blessing in the places most unlike us. "Blessed are the peacemakers," Jesus declares, and then lives the rest of his life as an exclamation point to that declaration. Jesus makes peace, and he doesn't do it by creating false binaries or forcing others into his way of seeing things. Jesus shows up. Jesus makes himself present. Jesus listens. Jesus recognizes faith and beauty and holiness and humanity in lives that look nothing like his own."

The US education system has been hijacked and our children are being indoctrinated by the Left. Fortunately, many parents who had been unaware of this surreptitious activity were awakened during the pandemic when kids were learning at home. Jill Simonian was one of those parents. Hoping to make a difference in education, she joined Prager KidsU as their Director of Outreach. In that capacity, Jill has been doing the hard work of helping parents identify the red flags of CRT, offering advice on how to regain control of your children's learning, writing a new curriculum with Prager KidsU, and publicly holding bad actors accountable for manipulating our kids.

Tired of having to take bathroom breaks on your way to The Hamptons? Hoping to tighten the budget by making homemade perfume? Are Sambas dead? Answers to those questions and more in today's episode. We also discuss some wishlist moves, Below Deck, Winklevoss twins, and more. Subscribe to the Sunday Scaries newsletter: www.willdefries.substack.com Listen to Barrett on Club Cool: www.apple.co/3M3VFYu Shop the Sunday Scaries Scented Candles: www.vellabox.com/sundayscaries Support This Week's Sponsors Betterhelp: www.betterhelp.com/scaries (10% off your first month!) Earlybird CBD: www.earlybirdcbd.com (SCARIES for 20% off) Follow Along Sunday Scaries on Twitter: www.twitter.com/sundayscaries Sunday Scaries on Instagram: www.instagram.com/sunday.scaries Will deFries on Twitter: www.twitter.com/willdefries Will deFries on Instagram: www.instagram.com/willdefries Barrett Dudley on Twitter: www.twitter.com/barrettdudley Barrett Dudley on Instagram: www.instagram.com/barrettdudley Credits Podcast artwork by Alfonso Ruiz and Tristan Pigott All music by Kevin MacLeod Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0