Podcasts about irritated

If you've tried everything—therapy, time-blocking, supplements, mindset work—but still wake up tired, wired, and stuck in survival mode… this episode is your turning point.I'm walking you through the exact 7-step framework I teach inside The Burnout Recovery Blueprint to help high-achieving women regulate their nervous system and actually feel better.No more patchwork self-care plans. No more chasing quick fixes. This is root-cause healing.Inside this episode: ✔️ Why your nervous system—not your schedule—is the root of burnout✔️ The 7 science-backed steps that shift you from overdrive to calm, present, and powerful✔️ What makes BRB different from anything else you've tried - and how to know if it's right for youIf you're done operating from exhaustion and ready to feel like yourself again, this is the episode to hit play on. 

Lynee’ is irritated that people think they cannot have an opinion about services they paid for. While some people think that they cannot voice their opinions about something they paid for, Jerrilyn and Lynee’ feel more compelled to critic anything they paid for, rather it is services or goods. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This week, Jerrilyn is what irritated Lynee’ Monae. Jerrilyn and her trip to Columbia with her family is what set Lynee’ off because all of the fun Jerrilyn was having without her.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Jerrllyn Lake and Lynee' Monae tell the fans What Irritated Them this week, and Lynee’ is irritated by Jerrilyn today. With her shades on, Jerrilyn is already ready for her vacation with her parents to Columbia.. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

As Boz's trip to Saint Lucia heats up, Sutton apologizes to Dorit for her poor use of words at Jennifer's dinner party, but Dorit finds the apology a day late and a dollar short; Kyle faces the music. #RHOBH #GarcelleBeauvais #KyleRichards If You'd Like To Support This Channel: Cashapp: $bwashley5 Connect With Me: Blog: thebrookeashley.com Bluesky: thebrookeashley.bsky.social IG: thebrookeashley_ Tik Tok: thebrookeashley1 Twitter: thebrookeash For Business/Promo Inquiries: Email: thebrookeashley5@gmail.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

When we go out to the cold, we layer.  I love layers.  I put on thermals, hoodies, coats, jackets, hats and gloves.  I love layers in seven layer dip and I love layers in lasagna. Sometimes, layers aren't helpful.   Sometimes, we layer emotions, only to amplify the emotions and make them worse. We get frustrated over being frustrated. Mad about being mad. Irritated about being irritated. In these scenarios, layering isn't helpful. In today's podcast, we talk about our emotional layers and how to stop layering. We talk about being aware, watching ourselves and paying attention to when we do this. We talk about offering self-compassion, which is so hard to do sometimes. And we talk about getting to the truth. Today's podcast will help you recognize when you may be layering your emotional experience and how to stop! Listen In!   Be Ye Therefor Perfect-Eventually by Jeffrey R. Holland Spiritual Treasures by Russel M. Nelson

Lynee’ and Jerrilyn tell the fans What Irritated Them This Week. Lynee’ has a message for all of the unpretty people that are commenting in her DMs, don’t.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

During What Irritated Me This Week, Lynee’ started off talking about people who have been outspoken about not participating in the No Shopping Economic Boycott.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This week on What Irritated Me This Week, Jerrilyn took the floor today. Jerrilyn was more than big mad that someone broke into her car. She was even madder that the police took over three hours to show up.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hey friend! From my heart to yours- let's talk about when you're irritated with the people you love.I pray this blesses you friend!

On What's Irritated Me This Week, Lynee' Monae talks about being the strong person within your circle, but having nobody to really listen to her when things are not okay. This Trump Administration and Elon Musk is what is irritating Jerrilyn Lake. Listen to the She Said It First Podcast. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Last week on the She Said It First Podcast, Jerrilyn Lake and Lynee' Monae let people know What Irritated Them This Week. Jerrilyn is never moving to Los Angeles and Lynee' is tired of these MAGA people who "voted wrong" all of a sudden. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

You're all out of give, and even the smallest request can spark an outsized reaction: DON'T YOU KNOW HOW BUSY I AM? Go away! Anger feels right under the skin, and the slightest provocation can unleash it – anything from loud chewing to an urgent email. You used to be fun. Things didn't used to annoy you like this. You might be thinking, “What's wrong with me?” So, you try to do more to finish your never-ending list. Then you'll rest. But you find yourself ever more exhausted and reactive. Doing more is not the answer. This solo Coaching Corner episode will show you what is...We dive into your nervous system, your hormones, and having a cold, hard look at your true capacity. You'll leave with some powerful coaching questions to help turn down the hair-trigger-ness of your annoyance. 0:00 Intro 3:10 Your nervous system as a first-day-on-the-job security guard 5:20 Am you just stressed, or is your nervous system dysregulated? 6:20 What is your reactivity trying to tell you? 6:50 Three tips you can try 7:36 Did you know this happens during perimenopause and menopause? *This explains a LOT. 9:05 Are you really honoring your capacity?  9:40 Do you do these things? 11:08 Three coaching questions to mull over 11:55 Outro Links: Episode 78 of Enough, the Podcast, with Jen Man (on the nervous system)  

Jerrilyn Lake aka Indeskribeabull and Lynee’ Monae let the fans know What Irritated Them This Week. And the theme of the day is, wash your butt. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Michael Farr welcomes long time Washington insider and analyst Greg Valliere for a look at how the initial salvos fired by the incoming administration are changing the political, and investing, landscape. But firs, Michael checks in with our regular guests Jim Iuorio and Dan Mahaffee to catch you up on the week.Bringing you insight into Wall Street, Washington, and The World -- it's The FarrCast!

Jerrilyn Lake aka Indeskribeabull and Lynee’ Monae let the She Said It First fans What Irritated Them This Week. Lynee' wants to know when Donald Trump's pen is going to run out of ink with all of the Executive Orders that he has been signing since he has gotten into office. Jerrilyn, well she does not like repeating herself over and over to adults. And yes, she is talking to YOU. Leave a message on the ‘Sista to Sista’ hotline: https://www.speakpipe.com/SheSaidItFirst Website: https://www.urban1podcasts.com/she-said-it-first YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@u1pn Follow: @urban1podcast @indeskribeabull @lynee_monae See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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"Mom, where are all of those idiots dad and I saw this morning?"

Jerrilyn and Lynee’ let the She Said It First fans What Irritated Them This Week. Both Lynee’ and Jerrilyn could relate to period cramps irritating the hell out of them. And not just any cramps, it is those booty-hole cramps. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

What if the key to a stronger marriage started with a challenging question? Kirk shares powerful insights about how healthy families form the foundation of a flourishing nation, drawing wisdom from Founding Father Noah Webster. Through day five of the Love Dare challenge, he encourages listeners to take a bold step: ask your spouse to share three things that cause them to be irritated with you. Learn how confronting rudeness in marriage isn't just about manners – it's about modeling Christ's love in our homes and, in turn, helping restore America's spiritual heritage. To learn more, visit kirkcameron.com  To learn more about the sponsor of today's show and what our family currently uses for our healthcare check out Christian Healthcare Ministries by visiting https://hubs.ly/Q02vWQGy0 Editing and production services provided by thepodcastupload.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On this clip of The She Said It First Podcast, Jerrilyn Lake aka Indeskribeabull and Lynee' Monae let the SS1st fans know What Irritated Them this week. Lynee' wants to know why are eggs so high. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

PREVIEW: Author Scott Eyman presents the genius of Charlie Chaplin on stage in Britain before he plunged into dominating Hollywood - and how his understudy Stan Laurel (also a genius) both admired and was irritated by Chaplin's talent. More in the new week 1900 London

Are you (and the people around you) feeling the December tension, starting to get irritated by everyone and everything?This week's episode is about how to disrupt that irritation, so you can feel better and have better relationships.​In the episode I share a 3-step cycle that works.Now, I'm not promising it's easy... But I do promise it works - if you work it.xoLiz********************************************Get promoted in less time, with more integrity, and without joining the Old Boys Club. Join my email list to get tips, inspiration & offers about building leadership skills and advancing your career --> https://themintambition.com/Want to go deeper and work together?If you feel unsure about your path to leadership, book a Clarity & Confidence Package for a holistic assessment of your career and leadership situation. You'll get a plan to confidently move forward on your path to having a meaningful career.. --> https://themintambition.com/clarityWant to become a confident, authentic leader poised for the next level in your career. My group coaching program can help you confidently advance your career without being braggy, feeling like a fraud or stepping on others to get there. -> https://themintambition.com/promotedConnect with me on LinkedIn -> www.linkedin.com/in/lizstjeanContact me > hello@themintambition.com

Life isn't fair. So when you fight back, fight dirty. In 2 parts, Based on the post from Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. I married young, and had two perfect daughters, but my marriage was far from perfect. We had been young and in love. I was entering the community college and Denise was starting her senior year when we decided to tie the knot. Her family's ready acceptance of me was a huge factor - the family I'd never had, making me feel like a real member of theirs. I can admit it now; I probably loved being a part of the family as much as I loved Denise. Our split up was inevitable, two teenagers who knew nothing about life thinking their infatuation with each other would make everything else workout. I wasn't an all-star, super jock, Rhodes Scholar with a 12" swinging cock. I was just your average student, A and B grades, spending some bench time on the football team to get my letter, and losing my virginity at 18 to the girl I'd eventually marry. When times got rough, we didn't know how to handle it, and struck out at each other. Her family often stepped in and helped out when they could, but time after time, the great sex wasn't enough to make up for the difference in our wants, needs and ambitions. In the end, we gave up. Sometimes I think it's a miracle we made it through 5 years. Our devotion to our children allowed us to finally see past our own issues, and work out a remarkably amiable truce, with our girls at the center. Even though Denise and I couldn't live together, it turned out we got along a lot better divorced. We shared our daughters' time, lived only one neighborhood apart, and worked together as a team to make our personal differences have as little impact on our girls as possible. I had initially shared an apartment uptown, but eventually bought one of the smallest houses in the same school district, just to make things easier. It was a lot more than I needed most of the time, but when the girls stayed with me it felt like a home. And we only lived a couple of miles apart. The neighborhood was nice, predominantly younger families, in older, smallish homes. Most of the people were cordial, kept up their property, and after a few years I knew many by name and would exchange greetings at the grocery store, or when out shopping. I had become suburbanized. This was our fourth Christmas since the divorce. Denise was living with Eric, who I wish I could despise, but he was a decent guy with a great job and lousy taste in sports teams. He doted on my girls without trying to take my place. It had taken a while, but we'd developed a friendship, which wasn't a bad thing. My child support was pegged at just over $1500, with the kids on my health insurance. Even though we weren't married long enough for alimony to kick in, I was paying another $500 a month just to make the kids' lives better. And for me, that was all that really mattered. The expense had been rough at first, but with little to concentrate on other than work, my performance skyrocketed. Two promotions in three years had made the financial aspect much less problematic, but increased travel had made the ability to be available for the girls less guaranteed. Denise was good about it, and worked with me. In return I picked up some more of the girls' expenses, including music lessons and a piano. At Least we still had Christmas Christmas was special. We celebrated Christmas as an extended family. I'd come over early, and we'd have a big family breakfast and open all the presents together. I really went all out to make sure the girls got their favorite items. At six and eight years old, they were still young enough to have simple wants, and the magic of Christmas was as real as it gets. The in-laws would come over in the afternoon with more presents and we'd have a good old fashioned Christmas dinner with all the trimmings. It was nice to be part of something. I got a Christmas shut-down at work and Denise didn't, so we agreed that they'd stay with me from Christmas to New Year's, and any time she could get off, we'd usually work out something to get her time with the kids. It was understood that I wouldn't leave town, at least not for more than a day. Summer was great with the 2 weeks I got to spend with them, and we'd usually spend it on the beach. Christmas was still different. Christmas was magical. I always was given the girl's wish list, but I'd also start my shopping in late November for the must have items of the season. And I wasn't stingy; I'd buy them all up, just to make sure I didn't miss any. Stores, online auctions, Craigslist, I'd use any way possible to get my hands on the hottest presents. The first two years I'd caught hell from Denise for buying everything on the list, leaving nothing for them to get. Now I received a separate list of things I wasn't allowed to buy. So it was that I had just finished wrapping my forty-fourth present, all in glitter Barbie paper for Briana, and in Hannah Montana paper for Allora. December 5th, my earliest date so far to finish the bulk of my shopping. Sure, I'd pick up a few more things, including something for Denise and Eric, but my girls were taken care of. The presents were carefully spread around my living room, where they'd remain on display until just before Christmas, when I'd bring them over to Denise's in a big ceremony. The call came from Denise's mother, Sharon. It took me 11 minutes flat to get to the hospital. I was still too late. Denise and Briana had both died en-route. Eric had passed away only ten minutes before I'd arrived. But Allora, my perfect little Allora, was fighting for her life, in critical condition. She'd always been a fighter, would never back down from any challenge. She'd beat this too, I just knew it. It was a freak accident, with a car dodging out of the way to miss a coyote on the road. An 18 wheeler behind the car did his best to avoid the car in front of him, but ended up fishtailing, and taking out a suburban in the next lane over. That vehicle crossed the median and hit my ex-wife's family van head-on. Six dead already and one little girl still fighting hard for her dear life. Sharon and I kept a vigil over the little towhead, and when the doctors came out after 6 hours and declared the worst was over and she was in stable condition, we fell into each other's arms and cried like children. We stayed by her side, one of us always present, and Sharon called me when my baby woke up and spoke. For three long days we watched her slowly heal in the hospital, the worst of her bruises, cuts and contusions blossoming on the second day, and only just starting to fade again. I'm not a religious guy by nature, but I found myself on my knees beside her bed, praying to God to take care of her, and giving thanks for pulling her through this horrendous disaster. At 4:18 pm on December 7th, she passed away. No warning, no reason, she was there, and then she wasn't. The doctors suspected a clot. I suspected incompetence. I finally understood how a person could get so down on themselves that life might not even feel worth living. I went home and shut myself off from the world. After a while I took the phone off the hook. Hell, let's be honest, I ripped the fucking wires out of the wall so I didn't have to listen to one more bleeding heart tell me they were “sorry for my loss”. The cell phone was easier. I just turned it off. Several people from work came by and assured me that I could take as much time as I needed. They'd bring me food, and news, and would leave as soon as they felt they'd spent the minimum time required socially by the situation. Denise's family took care of the funeral arrangements. They attempted to call, and even stopped by for my input. I gave them a check for $10,000 to take care of the girls, nearly wiping out my savings. What was I going to spend it on now? I couldn't bring myself to go to the showing but I did take a shower and put on a suit for the funeral. It was a bleak day, gray skies, 20 mile an hour winds threatening to tear the top off of the outdoor tent. The ground was soggy from rain the previous night. Just perfect. "Thanks, God. Piss on a guy when he's down. Well, fuck You too." I shook the required hands, and kissed the offered cheeks until I just couldn't take it any longer. All these fake people. Fake emotions. Tell me how sorry they were then go home to their perfect little families and eat meatloaf. Fuck'em. Fuck'em all. Fourteen days. Two solid weeks in that dark house. I wouldn't turn on any lights. No TV. I didn't bathe, I didn't shave. I sat in my chair or I lay in my bed and wallowed. I had a few visitors after the first couple of days, but I'd rarely let them in, and before long they had the decency to stop showing up. Only Cathy from next door wouldn't let me sink into complete oblivion. Every day, at least 3 times a day, she'd check in on me. I wouldn't have let her in, but she had a key to the back door for emergencies and wasn't afraid to use it. She'd open the windows a crack, and goad me into getting out of bed and at least sit in the living room. She'd bring food, which she'd set in front of me, and refused to leave until I at least tried it. I insisted on getting my key back, and she handed it over willingly enough. And showed up again the next day. She'd made copies. Meddlesome bitch. Again, she badgered me into eating her breakfast. And she'd talk. God, how that woman could talk! I got tired just listening. All the neighborhood gossip, town gossip, political gossip, school gossip - she was plugged in everywhere and knew it all. Who was doing what, or whom. Griping about people who still had Thanksgiving decorations up, or had Christmas blowups in their front yard. Church fiascos and neighborhood vendettas, she would sit there, drink her tea (or bourbon and coke if the sun had set) and fill me in. I didn't care. It had been two weeks since the accident. I'd lost more than 10 pounds, and really just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. But Cathy wouldn't let me. She made it her personal mission to cheer me up, get me to respond, bring me back to life. Then one day she let me have it with both barrels. She walked up to me and slapped me across the face. Hard. "Damn it Alex! Snap out of it! Life is hard. And it isn't fair, but as bad as you have it, there's always someone who has it worse. Often in your own backyard if you have the eyes to see it." "What do you know about it?" I snapped viciously. "I notice your kids are alive." "I know my mother died when I was six, and my father left when I was thirteen, leaving Mike to raise my sister and me. He was seventeen years old. But he manned-up and did the job the best he could. That's what I know. Life is hard." "Life is hard. Life's a bitch and then you die. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When God closes a door he opens a window. If I hear one more God-damned cliché I swear I'll kill something," I growled. "Alex, you got a raw deal. You had two perfect little girls, and now they're gone. Your past is shattered. Your little bit of immortality is lost. And as bad as you've got it, I'd remind you others have it worse, and they just press on. You need to as well," Cathy told me, kneeling beside me and holding my hands. The woman barely knew me. A middle-aged mother of three with grown kids, and a workaholic husband. Her life was her home, keeping it immaculate and decorated for every holiday and season. Now it seemed I was her newest project. Why should I matter that much to her? Couldn't she see I didn't want her help? "Sure, starving Ethiopians, children in Nigeria dying of aids, Tibetan monks martyred, it's a tough world. Boo hoo." "You don't have to look as far as Ethiopia or Tibet. There are people right here, right on your own block that are really struggling. Open your eyes. If you don't like the unfairness do something about it. Even up the odds a bit. Make a difference somewhere. Get back to living." Something she said must have gnawed its way down to my subconscious. I spent my usual 14 hours or so in bed, but when I awoke I was thinking about her constant comments about someone in my own backyard that had it worse. I cataloged each person on my block, in my head, and nobody really had it that bad. Sure, Neil, three doors down had lost his job, but his wife was still working, and he was looking. The Harris's on the corner had a boy in Iraq, but as far as I could tell he was still Ok, and they had three more at home. The Martins, one down from the corner, fought all the time, and even had the cops called in on them once but they were still together. What did Cathy mean? I expanded the radius of consideration to include the blocks surrounding us. Then it hit me. Across the alley in back, two houses past Cathy's own. Six months ago. Barry Morrison had driven into an empty field behind the local middle school and eaten a bullet. I didn't know much about the family - I just knew there was one. When Cathy came over, I had showered off the top two layers of grime and sweat, and was drinking a Coke in the living room. "Good morning, Alex, beautiful day outside. Why don't we go out on the porch?" "The Morrisons. Tell me about them." She placed her mug of tea in the microwave, warming it up, then walked out my front door and sat in one of my rocking chairs out front. Irritated, I followed, and sat in the chair beside her. "The Morrisons?" "Sandy and her daughter Erica. You won't see much of her; she's working two jobs trying to keep the house over their heads. They're still fighting with the insurance company over payment. Suicide clause won't pay under two years. He had insurance for years, but just around two years ago he changed the terms. She's been trying to sell the house, but it's underwater, and nobody's buying." "How's the little one?" "Erica's not doing so well. She's seeing a counselor twice a week, and hardly speaks anymore. The school's talking about holding her back," Cathy explained. She sounded sad. "Do we know anything more about why he did it?" "No crimes, he wasn't fired, no embezzling, it's not clear what it was about. Apparently he'd been depressed for quite a while, but the underlying situation is still a blank as far as I know." "Harsh on the family, going out like that," I told her, finding the whole idea hard to grasp. "To say the least. The poor woman is worn to a frazzle." "And how does this all matter to me?" I asked. "It doesn't. It doesn't have to matter to anybody. They're on their own. Alone." "No family help?" "Not that I know of. If they're around, we don't see much of them, that's for sure." "Cathy, how the hell do you know all this stuff?" I had to ask. "People just like to talk to me. I'm a very good listener," she told me with a big smile. We sat quietly enjoying the crisp air, finishing our drinks. "You're a good neighbor too, Cathy. Thanks," I said softly. "That's what neighbors are for," she said, reaching out and patting me on my arm. That's what neighbors are for. Cathy brought me dinner again and I realized I was starving. She beamed at me when I finished the whole platter. "Let's go for a walk, Alex. You could use a stretch of the legs." It had gotten chilly, and we bundled up a bit. She took the lead and we walked down the block and turned up the neighborhood. We headed back up the next block and she regaled me with the entire history and habits of the inhabitants of each place we passed. She might have been a good listener, but I had to wonder when she ever was quiet long enough to hear anything. It was obvious when we got to Sandy Morrison's place. The "For Sale" sign was a dead giveaway. The unkempt yard and overgrown bushes indicated a lack of care for months. It couldn't help with the sales prospects. The door paint was faded, and there were no Christmas lights or decorations set up. I thought the Realtor wasn't earning their commission, letting the place show like this. Through the window I could see a desktop Christmas tree, maybe two feet tall, lit up all in white. Strangely, Cathy stopped speaking before we got to the house, and didn't speak again until the end of the block. "Sad," was all she said. We took a round-about path back to my house, and our conversation had returned to the safety of weather concerns, community issues, and such, carefully skirting any discussion of the Morrisons. I was feeling the chill after the walk, and invited Cathy in for a cup of coffee, Irish fortified if she so desired. We drank our coffee in front of my gas fireplace, warming our old bones. Damn that neighbor of mine, and her good intentions! She'd not only gotten me to think of something other than my own misery, and the unfairness of it all, but she had me thinking about those poor girls behind me, and what they must be going through. Damn it! It wasn't fair. I guess I still wasn't ready for pleasant company. Angry at the world, I threw my mug at the wall, shattering it, and leaned over with my head in my hands, doing my best to hold back the tears. Big boys don't cry. Cathy stood and ran her fingers through my hair for just a moment before leaving out the back door. Kind enough to leave me alone to wallow in my misery a little longer. December 22nd. Just three days until Christmas. When Cathy came over that morning, I was already up and dressed. I had my working duds on and coffee and bagels ready. "You're up early," she commented, helping herself to the java. "It's almost 10," I reminded her. "Not so awfully early." She laughed. "Seems to me anything before noon is quite early as of late. Got plans?" I nodded. "Thought I'd head over to the Morrison's and see what I can do about the outside of the house. Clean it up a bit. Make it a little more presentable if they're really planning on selling it." "That's mighty neighborly of you." "It'll give me something to do. I need to get out of this damned house." After our coffee, she walked with me across the alley, all my yard-work gear in a wheelbarrow. The grass was dormant, but long, and the bushes were out of control. I didn't notice when Cathy left, but she returned in a few hours with some sandwiches for lunch, insisting I take a break. I'd finished the bush trimming and had mowed the lawn, bagging the trimmings. I was just finishing the edging when she appeared. I took a break, and listened to her chatter about the neighborhood activities, and how sad it was that in the past few months nobody had offered to do as much as I had. "I guess we victims of fate need to stick together." "It already looks 100% better. If you want to work in the backyard, I have a key to the gate." "It figures you would." "What is that supposed to mean?" she asked. "It just doesn't surprise me. I bet you've been helping out when you could." She sighed. "Not too much. She's too damn proud. Doesn't want any help from anybody." I shook my head. "Now you tell me. She'll probably call the police on me." "So what if she does? You know you're doing the right thing. I'll bail you out if need be." I let her unlock the back gate, and saw I had my work cut out for me. The back yard was worse than the front. The fence needed work as well, some boards were broken and loose, and one whole section was sagging. Luckily, my tools were only a couple of hundred feet away, across the alley, and I was soon at work, determined to finish before the residents arrived home. The biggest problem was one of the fence posts which had rotted out at the bottom. A new post and some quick-setting cement, solved that problem. Within an hour I'd be able to reattach the fence crossbeams to the new 4x4. I turned to see a young girl, maybe 7 or 8 years old, watching me from the porch. Crap. "Just thought I'd fix your fence, before it falls down. I hope you don't mind." She just shook her head. She stood there watching me, and I felt ill at ease. I was a stranger. She shouldn't be talking to me. I should probably leave. "I'm just going to clean up here and head back home. I can finish up later when your mother's home." I straightened up my clothing a bit, wiping my hands on my pants. "I'm Alex Reed. I live across the alley," I explained, pointing down a few houses. She nodded. She reminded me so much of my own daughter, right around that age. Her hair was the same length, blonde, but not quite as light as Allora's. Allora. My perfect little Allora. I closed my eyes, seeing her in that hospital bed, bruised and bandaged, fighting for her life. Her hair tucked under the bandages, the few strands that stuck out dark from sweat. Her body so small in that antiseptic white bed. My Allora. Gone. It felt like somebody had wrapped a band around my chest, and pulled it tight. I couldn't breath. I turned away from Erica, so she wouldn't have to see me lose it. She'd suffered enough already. I felt the tears rise, unbidden, and I started for the gate. I had to get out of there. I barely made it as far as the driveway. It was too much. I closed the gate behind me and crumbled to the ground, seated with my head between my knees, my hands covering my head. It was Christmas, damn it! Christmas! My girls were supposed to be with me, shaking their presents and trying to guess what was in them. Instead Allora and Briana were gone. Their lives snuffed out before they could see anything of the world, before they could find their place, before they could fall in love. No shaking presents. No stomach aches from eating too many holiday sweets. No late night parties to drive me crazy with worry. No learning to drive. No struggling to find the right college. No bringing a boy home for the first time. No cramming for tests. No Spring Breaks. No proms. Nothing. Ever again. I was sobbing, and the little girl who had lost her father was standing on the driveway beside me, her hand resting on my shoulder, while I made a fool of myself. "Erica! You know your mother doesn't want you out if she's not at home. You should go back inside. Mr. Reed will be all right, he's just tired. Go on now." Cathy had me by the arm, and was doing her best to get me back on my feet. "C'mon Alex, not here. Let's get you home." I knew she was right. I stood up, wiping my eyes on my sleeve. "I'll be alright. Just give me a minute." I pulled myself together, took a couple of deep breaths, and stood straight. "I'm Ok. Seeing her was just a little too much, too soon. But I'm fine now. I need to clean up here, and put the fence back together." "Alright. I'll help." It only took us a few minutes to clean up and cart the bags of yard trimmings out to the rear curb. I ran all the yard tools back to my house, and returned to finish the fence work. I braced the new post with a couple of 2x4's and reattached the two panels. Cathy's help made it a lot easier. When we were done we both stood back and looked over the yard. Much better. "I'm going to go inside and fix Erica her after-school snack. It's about all that Sandy will let me do. Why don't you come with me?" "I don't know if I should. Sandy doesn't know me. She may not want me in her house when she's not there." "Never mind that. She'll be fine. Just come in a moment. It'll only take a few minutes." I followed her inside, through the glass sliding door. Erica was sitting on the floor watching TV. I didn't even look that way. I was afraid that seeing the wrong TV show would dredge up more painful memories. "Where can I wash my hands?" I asked Cathy. She pointed to a door. "In there." I headed to the bathroom. "Don't use the toilet. That one doesn't flush anymore." I could hear the running water in the commode. I washed my hands and wiped them on my shirt. There was no towel in the bathroom. Then I took the top off the tank and examined inside. Nothing complicated. The chain that connected the stopper to the handle extension was missing. Lifting the rubber stopper, I saw it was under the lip, the cause of the running water. I reattached the chain, and tested the flushing. Worked fine. "Fixed. The chain was just off." Cathy nodded, and returned to making a grilled cheese sandwich. Briana loved grilled cheese. But you couldn't cut the sandwich, and you had to remove the crust. I wouldn't be cutting the crust off of sandwiches anymore. I took a deep breath, and went to examine the front door. "Cathy? I'm going to head home and get my sander and some paint. This door needs some help desperately." "Go ahead. Sandy won't be home until late, and if we're going to get in trouble for the yard and the fence, we might as well make it a trifecta." Fifteen minutes later, I was running the battery powered hand-sander over the door, removing the worst of the existing paint. I didn't have too much to do, it was already mostly bare. I had brought over three possible paints to use, all of which I knew were approved by the homeowner's association. "What color paint do you think I should use?" I asked Cathy. "Let's ask Erica." She returned in a few seconds with Erica at her side. "We're going to paint the front door, Erica. What color would you like?" We had a choice of off-white, light blue, and a dark brown. She pointed to the light blue, then seated herself nearby to watch. I had already removed the hardware. I taped the hinges and bottom kick-plate, laid out my drip cloth, and started applying a coat of paint, top-to-bottom. I looked over at the young girl watching me so intently. I saw the tree beside her, so small and bare, with one little package underneath it. Christmas trees shouldn't look like that. They should be big, full of decorations, all sorts, each one with its own story. Handcrafted special ornaments, with pictures of your family members. Popsicle stick ornaments with the Elmer's glue showing. Lights blinking in an assortment of colors, candy canes and tinsel, and an angel on top. There should be presents around the bottom, stacked and scattered, so many you can't even get near the tree. It was the first year I didn't have a tree. We'd normally go out as a family and visit one of the Boy Scout tree lots, picking the biggest, fullest tree we thought could fit in my living room. Then we'd decorate it together, Christmas songs playing in the background, and sipping eggnog. We'd spend an eternity untangling the lights, replacing the bulbs that wouldn't work, and replacing the metal hangars on the decorations that needed them. It was an all day affair. Not this year. Not ever again. I realized I'd stopped painting, and I was staring. A long drip of paint from my brush was running down the door. The little girl looked at me, almost as if she understood. "Would you like to help?" I asked. She looked around, as if to ask if I was talking to her. "Yes, you." She shyly nodded yes. I reached over to my bucket of painting supplies and pulled out a small brush. I pointed to the inlaid panels on the bottom half of the door. "You can paint here, around the edge of the panel. It needs to be done with a detail brush like the one you have. Get into the cracks." She nodded, dipped her brush, and started painting straight down the panel edge, doing a good job. "That's perfect. Just like that." I went back to work completing the top half, and had to work around her, sometimes leaning way over to paint above her. She saw what I was doing, and I saw the mischievous heart of a little girl for a moment when she started backing away from the door, making me lean further and further over. "Hey!" I said in mock outrage. "You're doing that on purpose!" When she giggled, apparently ignoring me, and continuing with her painting effort, I felt a small leap in my heart. It was nice to hear her giggle. "When you're done with the painting, and done torturing me, you can paint around the edges of the two hinges and the kick-plate. If I won't be in your way." Little Erica nodded, and continued her careful painting, working slowly and deliberately around the perimeter before moving onto the hinges. I found myself kneeling beside her, painting the bottom-half of the door, while she detailed the trim. We switched places so I could work on the side near the hinges while she completed the bottom trim. "Not bad," I commented, holding out a drip bucket for her to dump her brush in. I sealed up the paint can, peeled off the trim tape, and stood back to get a look at the results. A little girl stood beside me, her blonde hair a poignant reminder of all I'd lost. I took a deep breath to compose myself. "Not bad at all. Think your mother will like it?" I looked down at her while she thought it over. A smile slowly spread across her face. She nodded twice. I put my hand down for a fist bump, just like I would with my girls. She shrank away for a second, then glanced up at my face for a second before making a tiny fist and bumping her knuckles against mine. We were enjoying the last of the natural light as dusk was settling in. Cathy walked out and stood beside us, giving her approval. "The blue is perfect. Great choice Erica." Erica stopped admiring her work, looked at Cathy, and blinked like she was just seeing her for the first time. She looked up and down the block, then walked back into the house and planted herself in front of the TV. "Ready to call it a day?" Cathy asked. "Yeah. Best get while the getting is good." I packed up my paint supplies and in just a couple of trips hid any trace that I'd ever been there. Except of course for the door, yard and fence. Oh, and the toilet, although that really didn't count for much. Back home I cleaned up and sat down pondering what I'd just done. I had mixed feelings, a little guilt creeping in for taking liberties with someone else's house. But thinking about that little girl, and what she must be going through, made anything I could do to help worthwhile. Thinking was dangerous. I realized I hadn't been very nice to the people who had tried to help me. I decided to rectify that if possible, and found a new phone cable for my phone and plugged it in. Picking it up I heard a dial tone. Good. I made a list of phone calls, and went to work. Calling, one-by-one, my friends, neighbors and co-workers, I apologized for my behavior and thanked them for their concern. To a one, they blew off my boorish behavior, and promised they'd be there for me if I needed anything. I stopped, with just a few calls remaining, wondering where those people were for Sandy and Erica, who seemed to need it far more than I. I picked up the phone and dialed Denise's family. I knew it was going to be tough. I apologized for leaving the funeral arrangements to them, and thanked them for all they had done. Speaking to Dan was difficult, but my conversation with Sharon almost did me in. The time we'd spent in the hospital, watching over Allora came up, and I had to take a break for a bit to get my emotions under rein, while I listened to Sharon sob. Even after the divorce we'd remained friendly, and I was glad that we'd had each other on that fateful watch. I promised I'd stop by in the next couple of days, she insisted there was some paperwork that needed taking care of. My last call was to Steve, my roommate for three years in college, and best friend in the world. I had hung up on him twice that first day, and it was haunting me. He'd left more than a dozen messages on my cell-phone voicemail. Plus, I had ulterior motives. The phone rang several times and went to the answering machine. I felt like a weight had lifted, I wouldn't have to face him. "Steve, Alex here. I'm sorry I..." "Alex, I'm here, don't hang up, I'm here. Let me turn off this damned machine. Hold on." I heard some rustling and the echo of our voices disappear. "Jesus, Alex. You're killing me." "Sorry. It hit me so hard; I just couldn't listen to one more well-wisher." "I understand." He would understand. His father had passed away while we were in our last year of college, and he took it hard. Started drinking heavy, cutting classes, and chasing anything with boobs. I took care of him as much as I could, going so far as to collect his homework and projects, even talking to his professors. He'd been slow to pull it together, but eventually came around. Five years later, less than a year out of law school, it was his mother. I had flown out and spent a week with him. I knew it would be hard - he was an only child, and he had few relatives, and none he was close to. He came out of that funk bitter, and it cost him his girlfriend - no loss there. We'd been as close as brothers, hell, probably closer. We still were. Steven understood. I opened my soul to him, and stayed on the phone for ages. I heard him send his wife off to bed, while I vented. It was a much needed cathartic outpouring that left me exhausted. "What can I do? Anything, you know it. Should I fly down?" As much as I'd love to see him, it had been nearly a year, he was a family man now, and it was Christmas. "No. Stay with your family. I'm doing better, and if I need to I can call." "Of course." "I also wanted to say I was sorry." "Sorry?" "Sorry that I couldn't do more for you when you lost your parents. I never really experienced losing anyone like that, and couldn't comprehend what you were going through." "Shut the fuck up. You were there for me, buddy. Always. When nobody else was. I'll never forget that. Enough said. Don't need to be getting sappy over it." I couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright. By the way, there's one other thing you might be able to do for me." "Anything. That's what friend are for." That's what friends are for. The pounding on my front door was not unexpected. Ten o'clock at night might be a little of a surprise, but the knock wasn't. I went to the front door, and looked out through the glass beside it. A woman stood there. I had a fairly good idea of who it was. I opened the door. "Mrs. Morrison?" She glared at me and nodded. "Come in, please. Can I get you a cup of tea, or coffee?" I turned and walked into the house, leaving the door open. I walked to the kitchen, and poured myself a cup of coffee. I turned to see her standing in the archway to the living room. She looked ready to burst, but I watched her breath deep and run her hands through her short hair. She looked young. Too young to be going through the hell she was currently experiencing. "I don't want you around my house or my daughter," she finally snapped. "I understand, and I'm sorry I interfered." I walked past her and sat down in the living room. "I can't explain it. I had to do something to get out of this house, and when Cathy told me about your situation I guess I got carried away." She stared at me, and crossed her arms. "Don't mention her name. I could kill her." I smiled. "Believe me, I understand that. She's been in my house every day, 3 or 4 times a day, meddling in my life." "Meddling is right," she snapped. She walked over and sat on the loveseat across from me. "Listen. I appreciate the thought. And I'm sorry for your loss." She smirked. "Ha, listen to me. Sorry for your loss. Crap." She leaned back. "We're doing fine. I don't need your help, I don't know you from Adam, and I don't want you around my daughter when nobody's around. Jesus, you painted my frickin' front door blue! A little presumptuous, don't you think?" I smiled. "I would have picked the wood tone. Blue was Erica's choice, one of the four approved colors according to our Stalinist homeowner's association." She leaned back, rolling her eyes up. "Don't remind me. If the bastards send me one more notice about yard and fence maintenance, I'll rip their lungs out." She seemed to calm down for a second, maybe realizing that those notices would no longer be coming. "I know. I should be thankful but I don't need a stranger meddling in my life. Understood? No more doing things for me." "I didn't do it for you. I did it for that little girl. You don't know me. I don't know you. Agreed. I don't know what happened to you and your family or why. Not really. What I do know is that girl of yours doesn't deserve the hand she's been dealt. That's all I could think. I just wanted to help where I could." She looked angry. "I'm sorry you lost your daughters. I am. But Erica is MINE. My daughter. My responsibility. Not yours." "You are right. She's no responsibility of mine." "That's right. I don't know you. We live three doors down and in two years you've never spoken a word to us. Six months we've been on our own. I certainly don't need you poking your head in now. I don't know you, I don't want to know you, and I'm not sure I'd like you if I did." "Welcome to the club." "Club?" "I'm not sure I like me either. I'm sorry, alright? Now I'm tired. You can let yourself out." She got up and stomped her way to the front door, closing it sharply behind her. That had gone better than I'd expected. December 23rd. I got up early, cleaning up, even shaving. I had errands to run. Cathy showed up in my kitchen while I was preparing breakfast. "At least neither of us is in jail," were her first words. "Not yet." "You did a good thing. Don't forget it." "I know. Still she was right. We should have asked permission." "The hell we should! She'd never have given it." "Then maybe we should leave her be." "If a person was drowning, and they couldn't yell for help, wouldn't you still throw them a life preserver?" "A little overly-dramatic, don't you think?" "No. She's going down for the third time, and is in complete denial. By the time she accepts the fact she needs help it could be too late." She looked me over. "You clean up nicely. What are you up to?" "I need to run some errands, see a few people, stop by work, some other stuff." "Don't overdue it," she said, still in her 'caring' mode. "Need some company?" "Thanks, I appreciate the offer. I can handle this." "Ok, you have my number. Give me a call if you need anything." The office visit was painful. I stopped in, thanking my bosses for their understanding, visiting a few friends and letting them know I appreciated their concern. The way they looked at me just drove home how alone I was. I was glad to get out of there. I made a visit to the florist and picked up a trunk-load of Christmas cacti. I drove around to everyone I could think of, expressing my gratitude, and leaving the pretty plants behind. I used the same corny line with each one, comparing my 'prickliness' the last couple of weeks to the plant's spines. I left a few plants on doorsteps with a note. By mid-afternoon I felt I'd done my part. I stopped by Denise's parent's house, and Sharon greeted me at the door with a hug before she broke into tears. After she'd soaked my shirt she brought me in. "There's something you need to know, Alex." She sounded odd, and I wondered what was up. "Denise left a will. She left you the house and the lion's share of her insurance, to take care of the girls if anything happened to her." I was stunned. It was so unexpected. "I... I don't know what to say." Sharon reached out and patted my hand. "It's not what I'd expected, but if you think about it, it makes sense. What are you going to do?" "I guess I'll sell the house. I certainly don't need two houses." "She had mortgage insurance, it'll be paid off. You could rent it out, you know. Earn some steady income off of it." It was too much too fast. I couldn't think straight. "I'll have to think about it. I just wasn't expecting anything like this." "I understand." She held my hand. "How are you doing?" "Better. Not good, but at least I can get out of bed." "We're here if you need us. You know that, right?" "Yes. Thank you. After the girls, you were the best thing that came out of our marriage." "We love you too. Don't forget it." "I'm sorry I was so useful about the funeral arrangements, I don't think I could have handled it without you," I confessed. "Don't even think about it. That's what family is for." That's what family is for. My day wasn't quite complete. A few more calls and I was putting things in motion I wasn't sure I should, but I couldn't resist. Around dinner time, I ventured next door. Cathy's husband John answered the door. "The hermit has left the cave. Good to see you out and about." He shook my hand, letting me in. "Cath - Alex is here." Cathy came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishcloth. "How'd your day go?" "Not bad. A few surprises, but I survived." "We're about to eat. Care to sit down with us?" "Maybe. When do you think Sandy will be getting home?" "Probably nine-ish, would be my guess. Why?" "Just want to talk to her if I can." "You have time for dinner then?" "Sure." By 8:30 I was enjoying a cigar with John, sitting out in their driveway, trying to figure out what our football team's chances were of going anywhere in the playoffs. We were strategically positioned so I had a view of the Morrison's driveway. When Sandy drove up, I excused myself from John and jogged across the alley. "Sandy, can I talk to you a moment?" She looked ready to chase me off, but after a few awkward seconds she crossed her arms, leaned back against the car and raised her eyebrows. "Again, I'm sorry I entered your house without your permission. I know that was wrong. All I can say is I wasn't really thinking straight." She rolled her eyes. "Anything else?" "Yes. I know you told me you didn't need my help, but there's someone I'd like you speak to. I have a friend that's a lawyer, and he's willing to check into your insurance situation pro bono. Like you and me, he's suffered a few losses in life, and he'd like to help you if he can. If you'd just give him a call, he'll see what he can do." I could see she wanted to say no, but was torn. She gnawed on her bottom lip, which I saw were chapped. She looked exhausted. I pulled out his card and held it out to her. "It'll only take a couple of minutes. It can't hurt." She finally nodded and took the card from me. "Is that it?" "One last thing. I'm headed over to my ex-wife's house tomorrow to clean out the refrigerator, and to get rid of her tree. It's my responsibility now. I was going to ditch the tree; it's one of those pre-lit artificial ones which I never could stand. I thought, if you don't mind, and it's not interfering too much, I could bring it by here and you could take if off my hands. Otherwise it's going to the dump." I spit out the words quickly before she could find too much fault with me. She seemed resigned to allow me to interfere, at least this much. She sighed and finally spoke up. "Alright. That would be nice. Now if that's all, I'd like to go in now. My feet and back are aching and I have to get up early tomorrow." "That's all. You can call Steve tonight if you'd like, he's a night owl and is expecting your call. Good night." I took off quickly before she could change her mind about anything. I had recruited Cathy's help over dinner the night before, assuming things went Ok with Sandy, and by noon we were back at the Morrison house, knocking on the door. Erica let us in, and we hauled our goodies in after us. I had the tree folded up and left it on the front doorstep while we made room for it in the living room. After I'd put it in place, I hauled in a large plastic crate of Christmas decorations, and encouraged Cathy and Erica to get to work making the tree look 'festive'. Right on schedule my weekly cleaning crew showed up and I put them to work giving the entire house a thorough cleaning. I had felt guilty chasing them away the last few weeks, and had begged and cajoled them into doing me this one favor, on Christmas Eve of all days. The team of four went to work like whirling dervishes, storming through the rooms in pairs leaving sparking chrome and sweet smells in their wake. We only had a few hours if Cathy was right, and I had one more big task lined up. The Chem-Dry carpet cleaners were running a little late, but showed up not long after the cleaning crew had finished with the living and dining rooms, and I had moved most of the furniture into the hallways and kitchen. They went right to work, and had the downstairs completed in a little over an hour. While they worked at that, I spent the time decorating the front yard and the house with Christmas lights. I hoped that Sandy liked traditional multi-color displays. I wasn't all that fond of the 'all-white' look, and was using my own lights to decorate her house. By the time I had finished I was sweating up a storm, and was getting nervous about the time. The carpet guys left first, reminding me to let the carpet dry for another hour before returning the furniture to its place. The cleaning crew followed shortly after, and I'd rewarded them nicely, tipping them an extra $100 for coming out on Christmas Eve. I moved indoors, with the lights complete and lit up, to find a Christmas wonderland awaiting me. Cathy and Erica had done an amazing job, using what I had brought over and getting the Morrison's decorations out of the attic and putting those to use as well. You could hardly tell it was the same house. "You ladies have done an incredible job!" I announced, standing in the doorway. Cathy looked a little disheveled but very pleased with herself. "Let's finish up quick. I have to get home; John's going to kill me." I'd promised her we'd be done by 4:00 and it was already nearly 5:00. She was holding a Christmas Eve open-house and was expecting half of the neighborhood over that evening. She only had a couple of hours left to finish her own preparations. I gave her a hug for all of her effort and shooed her off, while I started hauling the furniture back into place, working at a frenzied pace to get done before the unsuspecting benefactor got home. Erica followed behind me, arranging all the lamps, baskets and knick-knacks, and adding additional holiday decorations as we went. With the last of the furniture in place, I turned and gave her a high-five. "This is all our secret, right? If your Mom asks, the Christmas elves stopped by to help clean up. You did a great job, Erica." She smiled and held her arms out to me. I leaned down and gave her a hug. "Thank you," she whispered, just before she let go and disappeared up the stairs. I felt a lump in my throat. Whether it was fear of being caught by her mother, or the joy of hearing her speak her first words to me, I couldn't be sure. By eight o'clock, Sandy still hadn't shown up on my front-doorstep with a shotgun. I guess she was going to wait until after Christmas to eviscerate me over meddling where I didn't belong. I didn't care. I felt good, the best I'd felt in two weeks, thinking about that little girl celebrating a real Christmas. Kids should have Christmas. I had cleaned up and decided to make an appearance next door, as I'd promised, when I got a call from Steve. "Hey-ho, Stevorino." "Only my Grandma gets to say that, asshole." "Merry fuckin' Christmas to you too." I teased. I heard him chuckle. "Merry Christmas is right. At least for your neighbor." "How's that?" I asked, suddenly interested. "The insurance creeps were just stalling. They don't have a leg to stand on. The only change to the policy was upon their advice after an annual policy review by their own agent. A little legal pressure was all it took. It's not a lot, less than $300K, but she'll be getting her check next week." "Steve, you're the man. I take back all those nasty things I said about you." "Shit, they're probably true. If anybody would know, it'd be you." "All kidding aside. You're a life saver." I knew he hated any hint of seriousness. I could almost hear him blushing over the phone. "Hey, that's what friends are for, right?" "That's right. And I couldn't ask for a better one." "Ditto. Asshole." "Shit. You had to go and spoil it. Listen, I gotta run. Give your family my love and have a great Christmas. I'll give you a call next week." "You got it. And Darla sends her love. She made me say that. Don't get any ideas." "Got it. Give her a kiss for me. Scratch that. I'll come out after the holidays and give it to her myself. When are you going to be out of town next?" "Funny guy. Start anything with her, and I'll make you keep her and the credit card bills." "Ouch. You win," I had to laugh. "Thanks again." "Merry Christmas. Hang in there buddy." "You too." To be continued in part 2, Based on the post from Tx Tall Tales for Literotica 

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Pan-African activist Dr. David Horne is set to bring his wealth of knowledge to our classroom. As a former Critical Thinking College Professor, Dr. Horne will guide us on using this essential skill to analyze the Presidential Race and delve into the complex stalemate over the California Reparations project. But that's not all! Before Dr. Horne takes the stage, Sister Ateya will offer a sneak peek into the upcoming 4th annual Illuminate Your Black Brilliance Awards show.  Researcher The Irritated Genie will also explain why he's taking his national tour to Springfield, Illinois. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

-IOWA rb Kaleb Johnson, an Ohio native, says he would not have gone to Ohio state -Is a permanent starter at RG in the near future? -Ryan Day, Jim Knowles and Chip Kelly talk Iowa -Coaches on the hot seat -The 2022 Ohio State recruiting class is not looking great at this point.

Join T, Father Fortenberry, Gary and the BourbonNerd Marty Mar as they discuss headlines of the day. Things that irritated you when you were youngerWorld's Largest Feet and HandsGlobal Warming SolutionsT's Beautiful SkinFather Fortenberry Creates an Air PurifierBig InconveniencesHostess Honey BunsExperiences that adults didn't realize they took for granted until they were over. Gary and the Bourbon Nerd - go Extravert Healthiest BurgersWhat's the name of this CandyCandy you can't buy anymoreCheck out our Website:https://lifefromthepatio.comBuy some Merch:https://lifefromthepatio.com/merchfollow us on TikTok: / lifefromthepatio2 #bourbon #whiskey #fye #comedy #podcast #funnyvideo #buffalotrace #distillery#buffalo #LFTP#oldforester #jimbeam #heavenhill #Bluenote#Shortbarrel#rye #ark #arknights #arkansas#nba #nfl #razorbacks

The Ravens open up their home slate of the 2024 season this Sunday against the Raiders. Baltimore is hoping to have better luck against this AFC West opponent compared to last week, where they fell to the Chiefs in 27-20. That loss left a bad taste in the mouths of everyone in purple but will it lead to a better result this Sunday? Hear why the Baltimore Sun's Mike Preston believes last week's L will lead to W in week 2.

The New Jersey man accused of driving drunk when he killed the Gaudreau brothers appears more irritated than remorseful in court... A suspect is behind bars for the murder of a Houston-area nursing student. How did a "Sugar Daddy" website lead to his ID?  And, how'd you like to own a piece of Chandler Bing? Could that BE any more perfect for a Matthew Perry/Friends fan?  Jennifer Gould reports. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

JLP Tue 8-27-24 Country & Western Tuesday! Texas turning blue. Black judge cuffs black girl! Hr 1 Supers: BQ, Assignment, stay with it. JASON "sinned." LAUREN's "different"? Have anger? // Hr 2 LAUREN: Vengeful God? VICTOR trying to "save" his fiancée! RENE: TX turning blue? // Hr 3 Kamala yard signs. Judge cuffs 16yo sleeping girl. RENE: blue TX? RONNIE: Men cry? … Supers. BIANCA: A mother's discipline? BINIAM on judge. JAY's female therapist! // Biblical Question: Do you want to be different? Assignment: For one week, the only evil I want you to think about is your own. TIMESTAMPS (0:00:00) HOUR 1: Most don't want to be better (0:05:54) Country & Western, Supers: Betas, Joel, Do the Monkey (0:15:45) Supers: Assignment, BQ, Family, Let life happen, Stay with it (0:27:17) JASON, FL, 1st, how to suffer; "sinned," lost peace — LONG BREAK (0:35:48) JASON's "deadly sins." Who are you? Mother? (0:41:28) JASON: July BQ: People don't believe in God, lay weapons down. (0:44:58) LAUREN, TX, 1st, BQ: "different" (0:51:15) LAUREN: Do you have anger? I get ticked. No. Irritated. HOLD (0:54:00) NEWS… HOUR 2 (1:03:53) LAUREN: Why not drop anger? (1:08:45) LAUREN cries: Angry, no love. OT/NT: Vengeful God? (1:13:45) LAUREN: Sinner, or wiped away? (1:14:55) VICTOR, CA, 1st: How to find a church? (1:20:38) VICTOR: Forgiven mother? Perfect? Father's mother. (1:24:29) VICTOR, 21, Engaged. No sex 1-yr! Mama! Can't save her! For you! (1:31:36) JLP Network: Hake, Joel, Nick (1:35:15) VICTOR: Afraid of putting it off 1-year? Backlash? (1:40:52) VICTOR: Joel, Hake, Afraid of fiancée, 22, dad's ex's daughter (1:48:05) RENE, TX: Joel zipper shirt. Texas turning blue! HOLD (1:55:00) NEWS… HOUR 3 (2:03:45) Kamala Harris yard signs (2:05:50) Detroit judge puts 16yo girl in cuffs for sleeping in court! (2:10:15) RENE: TX will go the way of CA. (2:12:50) RONNIE, OH: Waiting and seeing? USA gone? TX blue? (2:16:37) RONNIE on PunchieTV, Tyrese: "Black men cry." (2:21:43) MATTHEW, Canada… Were you called? Or chosen by God? (2:25:53) Supers… BQ, Mothers, Fathers, Jesse sings Billie Holiday (2:36:01) BIANCA, TX: Mothers discipline? (2:40:50) BIANCA: Texas, purple state: Coyote mama, suburbs (2:43:08) BINIAM, CA: Judge cuffs girl. Right? Mother. (2:49:49) JAY, CA: Female therapist! How to face victim mother, bro dad died. (2:55:34) Last Supers (2:56:07) Closing: Endure, endure, endure

Today is Monday, and sometimes we can start our week irritated and/or impatient with where we are, because it isn't where we want to be. Whether it's improving our mental, physical, spiritual, or even financial mental health, it can be frustrating to not get to the result that we want. If you are feeling any type of frustration with your results (or lack thereof), then listen in! This episode was made just for you.FILL OUT THE PODCAST SURVEY HERE: https://forms.gle/adxbnMAeejfApM1T7Join my email list: spiritualhomegirl.ck.page/emailSubscribe to Spiritual Homegirl's YouTube here: https://m.youtube.com/channel/UClfzaF9Vr-xEPh9WBaEBhww?sub_confirmation=1Follow me on IG: https://www.instagram.com/spiritualhomegirl/Follow Make Peace With the Day: https://instagram.com/makepeacewiththedayCheck me out on Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/SpiritualHomegirl/

Angry, much? Yep, we get it. Today we're talking to Jacinta Parsons about rage. The ABC radio presenter and author has written a sharp and clever book called A Question of Age. It's not an angry book, but she writes brilliantly about one of the most common - yet surprising - things about midlife: The fury. In this conversation, we talk about why anger might be a very rational response to many things about… life. Like many women, she lives with a chronic illness, is a parent, and has a big job, but now Jacinta's done pretending that everything is fine, and has made some big changes – to relationships, to work, and to how she handles her health -  to live a better midlife. We talk about all that, and why it's so complicated, dealing with the transition from “young” to “old”. So put down the mask, relax that forced smile, and join Holly Wainwright with Jacinta Parsons, for a peaceful chat about rage. LINKS:  You can buy the book A Question of Age by Jacinta Parsons here Follow Jacinta Parsons on Instagram Follow Holly Wainwright on Instagram If you feel overwhelmed by your rage and emotions - and you need some help, please call Lifeline at: 13 11 14 If you need additional support with depression, anxiety or your mental health, please call Beyond Blue at: 1300 22 4636 And if you need medical support or expert knowledge about perimenopause, menopause, and your health, please reach out to the Australasia Menopause Society: https://www.menopause.org.au/ THE END BITS:  Share your feedback! Send us a voice message or email us at podcast@mamamia.com.au  Follow us on Instagram @MidbyMamamia or sign up to the MID newsletter, dropping weekly here.  Want to go in the running to win a $50 voucher? Answer this short survey. CREDITS: Host: Holly Wainwright Executive Producer: Naima Brown Audio Producer: Thom Lion Mamamia acknowledges the Traditional Owners of the Land we have recorded this podcast on, the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their Elders past and present, and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander cultures.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Fun calls… Fiverr commercial clowning a white man sets Hake off! Ka-ma-la, la la la… Music: Evil? Civil Rights vs dignity. Was Jesus mixed? The Hake Report, Friday, August 23, 2024 AD TIME STAMPS * (0:00:00) Start* (0:01:34) Hey, guys! * (0:04:10) JOE, AZ: Libel, Slander, legal definitions * (0:09:24) JOE: Federal Reserve, wealth gap, REIT. * (0:13:25) JOE: Snake puppet comes out * (0:16:09) JOE: Trump, Dershowitz says PRISON! * (0:17:59) JOE: Corruption, Wealth Gap * (0:24:08) MARK: Farrakhan, Haves/have nots * (0:29:33) MARK: Money for ban? William * (0:32:12) MARK: Pray for persecuted? Communist USA * (0:36:54) MARK: Marcus Eli Ravage? * (0:39:05) Anti-white commercial, clowning the white man * (0:48:04) JEFF, LA: Mark/Joe * (0:51:21) Supers, Chat: RIP Azzmador. SORRY KILO! * (0:52:36) Coffees: MHM, La la la, Ka ma la, A Just Future * (0:55:58) Coffee: Constructive Criticism: Joe * (0:58:50) ALEX, CA: High T. Tyson/Paul. Social Media/musicians video * (1:05:19) SAM, Miami: Trump rally; irritated: Enjoy it! RFK in CIA? * (1:09:12) SAM: Bible, Irritated, talking about what you're doing * (1:15:40) AARON, MD: Conspiracy, devilish signs, human nature * (1:20:22) AARON: Left music, evil, obsession, chasing success * (1:24:19) Coffee: Karen! * (1:25:03) Coffee: MLK ignorance, Civil Rights, Dignity * (1:34:53) STEVEN, MD: Trump/TR, Green Eggs, Shroud of Turin * (1:39:15) STEVEN: Jesus was white * (1:43:25) STEVEN: Go to Siberia, all white; Mark so mad * (1:45:23) JOHN, KY: Jesus is not white * (1:50:30) RICK, VA: Again, Adam and Eve were mixed race! * (1:54:17) Hacken Lee - 紅日 (Red Sun) - 1992, 一年半載 LINKS BLOG  https://www.thehakereport.com/blog/2024/8/23/the-hake-report-fri-8-23-24 PODCAST / Substack  HAKE NEWS from JLP  https://www.thehakereport.com/jlp-news/2024/8/23/hake-news-fri-8-23-24 Hake is live M-F 9-11a PT (11-1CT/12-2ET) Call-in 1-888-775-3773 https://www.thehakereport.com/show VIDEO  YouTube  -  Rumble*  -  Facebook  -  X  -  BitChute  -  Odysee*  PODCAST  Substack  -  Apple  -  Spotify  -  Castbox  -  Podcast Addict  *SUPER CHAT on platforms* above or  BuyMeACoffee, etc.  SHOP  Spring  -  Cameo  |  All My Links  JLP Network:  JLP  -  Church  -  TFS  -  Nick  -  Joel  -  Punchie  Get full access to HAKE at thehakereport.substack.com/subscribe

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There is so much irony in wanting someone else to change. If you find yourself in a situation where you are super frustrated by the person you're dating, in a relationship with, or even married to... this one's for YOU! Listen to this episode NOW!  Then, check out my book "Don't Be DESPERATE: Get Over Your Breakup with CLARITY & DIGNITY" on Amazon: https://amzn.to/3R2EHiz  Get More Help: (1) ORDER EMAIL or PHONE coaching at breakupBOOST.com (2) Call Trina direct on The Breakup Hotline ANYTIME! (see website for details: https://www.breakupboost.com/live-coaching-trina-breakup-boost) (3) GET A PERSONALIZED VIDEO from Trina for you or a friend on CAMEO: cameo.com/breakupboost (4) CHAT ONLINE with Trina from your phone or computer: premium.chat/breakupBOOST (5) SUBSCRIBE to Trina's YouTube - search "breakup BOOST" (6) Follow Trina on INSTAGRAM & TIKTOK @breakupBOOST

Join us for an engaging session as we welcome Morgan State University professor Dr. Ray Winbush to our classroom. Dr. Winbush will share his insights on the evolving political landscape, focusing on the Democrats' potential to sustain their momentum and connect with younger voters leading to the November elections. Before Dr. Winbush, we'll have John Boyd, the esteemed founder of the National Black Farmers Association, who will provide a firsthand account of the recent breakthrough agreement with the Biden Administration. Additionally, researcher The Irritated Genie will offer a sneak peek of an upcoming conference aimed at addressing the over-sexualization of our children. USDA Gives $2 Billion to Black and Minority Farmers Following Discriminatory History Text “DCnews” to 52140 For Local & Exclusive News Sent Directly To You! The Big Show starts at 6 am ET, 5 am CT, 3 am PT, and 11 am BST Listen Live on WOL 95.9 FM & 1450 AM, woldcnews.com, the WOL DC NEWS app, WOLB 1010 AM or wolbbaltimore.com. Call 800 450 7876 to participate on The Carl Nelson Show! Tune in every morning to join the conversation and learn more about issues impacting our community. All programs are available for free on your favorite podcast platform. Follow the programs on Twitter & Instagram and watch your Black Ideas come to life!✊

This week we have "The Irritated People" by Ray Bradbury. Charles Crossley, the President of American Jet-Propelled Ships, finds himself in a world teetering on the edge of chaos. The World Organization keeps has banned all wars, so countries have to get creative to settle their differences.If you have a story you'd like to contribute to the series, you can visit https://submissions.soundconceptmedia.com/Curator: Keith Conrad linktr.ee/keithrconradNarrator: Darren Marlar https://darrenmarlar.com/Other shows hosted by Darren:Weird Darkness: https://weirddarkness.com/Paranormality Magazine: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/paranormalitymagMicro Terrors: Scary Stories for Kids: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/microterrorsRetro Radio – Old Time Radio In The Dark: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/retroradioChurch of the Undead: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/churchoftheundead Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player.  Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium You can feel it move,  You can hear it hum,  Before she announces she's here.  You've been feeling a mood,  Unsettled and undone, It's time to stop and get clear.  PAUSE… Perhaps you're yelling, Irritated or fried, Maybe there's more that you'll find.  The rumbling inside, Is your notice that, There's something that's not quite aligned.  So sink into your breath, Let go of the need, To figure it all out right now.  Just let yourself be, Feeling everything, Wide open as you allow.  LONG PAUSE… Take the time to be, Resist the urge to fix, So you can honor what is.  There's lessons to learn, Beliefs to unravel, Transcendence beyond all of this.  LONG PAUSE… When you open space,  And expand your vision wide,  You'll see what you couldn't see before.  The pieces that trigger, The foundation of the truth, The rumbling's true deep core.  LONG PAUSE… Breathe in deep, Breathe out long, The rhythm rocks you to calm.  Breathe in love, Breathe it along,  The rumbling won't cause harm.  LONG PAUSE… Now you can see, What lies beneath, And what you can redesign.  So let it all go, That heaviness you felt,  Just shift and realign.  LONG PAUSE… Breathe it all out, Let it all go, Let this moment heal it all.  Clarity comes,  As the moments pass, It crumbles those heavy walls.  LONG PAUSE… Breathe in deep, Breathe out long, The rhythm rocks you to calm.  Breathe in love, Breathe it along,  The rumbling was here to disarm. LONG PAUSE… Clear and light,  Relaxed and free, Your soul is released from the pain.  Feel the divine,  One with your heart, The love will always sustain.  Namaste, Beautiful

In this episode we're joined by Master Life Coach, Michelle Grosser, as she shares her personal journey of recovering from burnout through nervous system regulation. She explains the signs of a dysregulated nervous system and provides practical tips on how to restore balance using movement, breathwork, sound, and touch! Key Takeaways:Burnout and overwhelm are often symptoms of a dysregulated nervous system.Recognizing the somatic signs of dysregulation is the first step towards healing.Movement, breathwork, sound, and touch can all be used to communicate safety to the body and restore balance.Play and prioritizing fun can have a significant positive impact on nervous system regulation!Michelle leaves listeners with a powerful question: "Have I played today?" and encourages us to reprioritize play for a more sustainable and joyful life. Tune in to learn more about Michelle's personal story and discover practical tools for healing burnout and regulating your nervous system.Connect with Michelle: WEBSITE | PODCAST | INSTAGRAM Heal Your Burnout, is a FREE 5-episode private podcast series that teaches you how to figure out what stage of burnout you're experiencing, what's causing your burnout, and how to heal at the deepest level possible (hint - your nervous system). Let Michelle Grosser teach you how to restore your energy!---Ready to ditch the overwhelm and create a life that truly lights you up? ✨Join the FREE Goals with Soul Summit, starting July 22nd, and discover how to: Stop overthinking and start taking inspired action Release perfectionism and embrace the messy beauty of growth Ditch the overwhelm and create a sustainable path towards your dreams Implement small, soulful habits that bring you joy and results Shift your mindset from scarcity to abundance and possibility Imagine feeling empowered, focused, and excited about your future. Imagine waking up each day with a clear vision and a plan to make your dreams a reality! That's what the Goals with Soul Summit is all about. And it's waiting for you, friend! Grab your free ticket today to reserve your spot and join a community of incredible women who are ready to make this year their best one yet!⚡ www.goalswithsoulsummit.com ⚡

In the second hour, Mike Mulligan and David Haugh reacted to Cubs manager Craig Counsell's postgame remarks after Chicago's 2-1 win against Arizona on Sunday. Despite the victory, Counsell was testy about a question regarding slugger Christopher Morel's plate approach. Later, Jon Heyman of the New York Post and MLB Network joined the show to discuss the latest Cubs, White Sox and MLB storylines.

“You can eliminate unwanted anger without anger management!” - Dr. Mort Orman Dr. Mort Orman, M.D. is an internal medicine physician and a 40-year anger elimination and stress elimination expert. He has written 23 books on how to eliminate anger and stress without using drugs, relaxation exercises or other traditional management techniques. He is the creator of the 10-session Angry No More anger elimination program and The Ultimate Stress Relief System and training program. Dr. Orman has led more than 100 anger and stress elimination workshops for doctors, nurses, lawyers, business owners, entrepreneurs, other professionals, the clergy, and even the F.B.I.  He has also been the official sponsor of National Stress Awareness Month in the U.S. every April since 1992. His newest book “Dr. Orman's Life-Changing Anger Cure” released in March 2024. You Don't Want to Miss: How To Stop Getting Angry, Irritated and Upset...Without Anger Management How To Stop Getting Angry at Your Spouse or Kids Why People Find It Hard to Forgive How Anger Elimination is Different Than Anger Management  AND SO MUCH MORE!! Links And Resources: Follow Dr. Mort Orman at https://www.amazon.com/dp/1990090168/ Grab Your FREE Self-Love Activation Meditation and Self-Care List at: http://theabundancealchemist.com/ The Abundance Alchemist Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/theabundancealchemisttribe Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/caitlyn.theabundancealchemist/ Make sure you hit SUBSCRIBE so you don't miss out on any transformational thoughts, ideas, or inspiration! And, if you enjoyed this episode, please leave me a rating and a review! Sending you so much love and gratitude!

Hey Friends~  We all get angry sometimes.  At ourselves.  At our kids.  At God. At Life… and more.   But what is the impact of anger in our lives?  On you?  On your kids?   Can we REALLY stop being irritated, angry and upset?   Today's guest says we can!     Dr. Mort Orman tells us what can happen if we do not learn these skills plus the impact of YOUR anger ON your children.  This is a must listen for every parent!  I am so glad you are here!  Let's learn how this happens together!    1-Trigger 2-Filters 3- Instantly Believed as Truth 4- Anger fuels the believed truth Always cheering you on!  Dinalynn CONTACT the Host, Dinalynn:  hello@thelanguageofplay.com   **NEW**  Free Monthly Group Coaching - When is best for you?  Email your days of the week and hours of the day that could work to hello@thelanguageofplay.com.  Be sure to include your time zone!   ABOUT THE GUEST:  Dr. Mort Orman, M.D. is an internal medicine physician with 40 years of success as an anger elimination expert. He is creator of the “Angry No More” 10-session anger elimination program, and he has led more than 100 anger and stress elimination workshops for doctors, nurses, lawyers, business owners, entrepreneurs, other professionals, and even the F.B.I. His new book, “Dr. Orman Life-Changing Anger Cure: Eliminate Anger, Without Anger Management, So You Can Be Happier, Healthier and Don't End Up Divorced” is now available on Amazon. CONTACT THE GUEST:  doc@docorman.com Free PDF download "The Best Anger Elimination Method You Can Find" http://TheAngerSolution.org   RESOURCES from The Language Of Play Sign up for my newsletter! Newsletter Opt-in Sign up for FREE 21 Days of Encouragement in your inbox!https://dinalynnr.systeme.io/1-21signup Join my Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61557381098806 Sign up for a 15 min "Let's Meet Session" on zoom!  Let's Meet Session For Speaking Engagements or For 1:1 or Group Parent Coaching (virtual or live), contact me at hello@thelanguageofplay.com    If You Liked This Episode, You Will Want To Listen To These Episodes:  26 Four Strategies to Create Frustration Tolerance in Children 69 Can You Really Reparent Yourself? And When You Should Consider It. 90 What Does Improv Have To Do With Parenting?  EVERYTHING!! 102 Top 4 Mistakes Parents Make And How to Correct Them! 108 EXPERT: Dewey Kraus Discusses Self-Compassion When Parenting

Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player.  Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium You can feel it move,  You can hear it hum,  Before she announces she's here.  You've been feeling a mood,  Unsettled and undone, It's time to stop and get clear.  PAUSE… Perhaps you're yelling, Irritated or fried, Maybe there's more that you'll find.  The rumbling inside, Is your notice that, There's something that's not quite aligned.  So sink into your breath, Let go of the need, To figure it all out right now.  Just let yourself be, Feeling everything, Wide open as you allow.  LONG PAUSE… Take the time to be, Resist the urge to fix, So you can honor what is.  There's lessons to learn, Beliefs to unravel, Transcendence beyond all of this.  LONG PAUSE… When you open space,  And expand your vision wide,  You'll see what you couldn't see before.  The pieces that trigger, The foundation of the truth, The rumbling's true deep core.  LONG PAUSE… Breathe in deep, Breathe out long, The rhythm rocks you to calm.  Breathe in love, Breathe it along,  The rumbling won't cause harm.  LONG PAUSE… Now you can see, What lies beneath, And what you can redesign.  So let it all go, That heaviness you felt,  Just shift and realign.  LONG PAUSE… Breathe it all out, Let it all go, Let this moment heal it all.  Clarity comes,  As the moments pass, It crumbles those heavy walls.  LONG PAUSE… Breathe in deep, Breathe out long, The rhythm rocks you to calm.  Breathe in love, Breathe it along,  The rumbling was here to disarm. LONG PAUSE… Clear and light,  Relaxed and free, Your soul is released from the pain.  Feel the divine,  One with your heart, The love will always sustain.  Namaste, Beautiful

Have you ever been angry and someone told you to “just calm down”?Or have you ever experienced anxiety and tried to calm your body with a moment of stillness, but it just seemed to make you feel worse?Oftentimes, when we're in our sympathetic nervous system feeling anxious or angry, trying to calm down by taking deep breaths or meditating can be really uncomfortable. It's not what our body needs at the moment.  In today's episode, you'll learn what your nervous system actually needs to process and release the stress, anxiety, and anger of fight-or-flight.These body-based exercises will help you close the stress cycle and naturally come back to calmness in an unforced way.TAKE THE PERSONALITY PATTERN QUIZ!BOOK A FREE 30-MINUTE CALL WITH MICHELLEASK MICHELLE A QUESTION!FB COMMUNITY: The Calm Mom CollectiveJOIN ME ON INSTAGRAM: @michellegrosser.coach“I love The Calm Mom Podcast!” ← if that sounds like you, please consider rating and reviewing our show!  This helps us support more women, just like you, on their motherhood journey.  Click here, scroll to the bottom, tap to rate with five stars, and select “Write a Review.”  Then be sure to let me know what you loved most about the episode!

The first ever Bobby Bones Show listener gift exchange happened today, sponsored by Hyundai, and someone won a brand new 2024 Hyundai Car and other big cash prizes! Then, find out why Lunchbox is already irritated about Scuba Steve giving him a present tomorrow that has to start with the letter S. Plus, we played Elder vs. Millennial and we have a champion!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.