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Scott's back from a golf break (4 rounds in 5 days - now the back is jacked) and diving into what's happening at Sinclair Range during the summer slowdown.Here's what we're covering this week:Lesson of the Week• Why do we prepare financial models?• Not to predict the future—but to clarify our assumptions• A good model forces you to think about what really drives profit and cash flow• And it gives you something to share with stakeholders• Never send a model that shows failure -fix the assumptions, then get to workInteresting File of the Week• The Inner Circle: Deals & Capital launches August 12 at 3pm Eastern• This is a free, private Zoom group for founders, executives, and advisors• We meet every other Tuesday to• Pitch deals• Share challenges• Get feedback• Sharpen strategiesStruggles of the Week• July and August - hard to gain traction; You can close a deal, but you can't really start one• Reminded again that closings fall apart when admin is a mess• We offer virtual, fractional controllership and bookkeeping at a reasonable cost to help you get your house in orderScott's Musings• A death in the extended community last week• Life is short -enjoy it#Entrepreneurship #CapitalRaising #PrivateEquity #BusinessStrategy #FinancialModeling#Deals #Leadership #FounderLife #StartupCommunity #SinclairRange #InnerCircle#BusinessGrowth #CashFlow #Execution

World leaders come here and suck up to him, media companies cave to him, universities settle with him, and everyone else coddles him. When he lies, nobody ever corrects him. Fed Chair Jerome Powell yesterday reminded us all how to handle a pathological liar and a bully. You punch him. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Jamie thinks that BJ should've reminded his wife about his BDAY. Jamie thinks that BJ might've even forgot to remind her on purpose so he could hold it over her head. Yesterday South Park came out with the first episode of season 27. A lot of people online are talking about how daring some of the jokes about Trump are. Chapel Roan put out a teaser for a new song.

Jamie thinks that BJ should've reminded his wife about his BDAY. Jamie says that BJ might've even forgot to remind her on purpose so he could hold it over her head.

Ugh, it's a fuckin riddle. *sad eyes* No fair. *super sad eyes* Super no fair *Super duper sad eyes* {Enter The Multiverse} YO! LETS GO TO TUBBY'S! YEEEAAAAAHHHHH! ITS TUBBY TUESDAYS!!! “TUBBY TUESDAYS?!” “Tubby Tuesdays” WELCOME TO TUBBY'S–I hope you're having a very Tubby day! We are now! Well, that's what I like to hear! Happy Tubby Tuesday everybody, right this way! All the tables are booths! …uh…okay. Before: What the fuck is Tubby Tuesdays? Oh, Tubby's? It's a desert buffet and adult video game arcade with an all-you-can-drink bar on tuesdays. Oh, well, that's… –and the world's first BBW-Only Afterhours Strip Club. Oh! –after sundown. Sundown?! Fraid so. TARTAR SAUCE! MORE TARTAR SAUCE! Why on EARTH would you eat tartar sauce on a waffle!? IT's a brioche waffle, okay–and the tartar sauce is candied bread pudding custard glaze-based. Oh! Gross! Its not gross! It goes dope on brioche waffles! I've got to get out of here. What!? It's not even sundown! Oh my actual gosh. I have to find that envelope before things get even– WHO'S READY FOR BRALESS HOT CHOCOLATE! *gasps* BUT IT'S NOT EVEN SUNDOWN! Check yo watch honey, because i do believe it's daylight savings time! Oh why yes, I do have the sudden urge to “spring” forward! I'm leaving!! That's okay! UGH! Hey wait– What. .[beat} Are you sure you don't want any hot chocolate? UGHHHH! It's braless! Yeah, a/he was under my Christmas tree with flashing lights on and everything. Man, you got Chris Kringled?! What! That's a thing! How does everybody know that's a thing but me? Was there presents? Yeah there was— wait how'd you know. Everybody knows about Chris Kringling, brother. I didn't! It's a web trend. What! On where? I have all the On WeMax! What is WeMax?! You don't know? I don't. A Bullet for my Valentine— I love myself. Man, I don't even know which mixtape that came out of. Right! Suddenly, When digging through the bullet in my brain, The finger in my skull Reminded me the pain I live with everyday And I Cannot put away This is my Suicidal thoughts My creeping Homicidal mind But I don't want to off you all I just want to end my time On earth So long A GUNSHOT rings throughout the tightly clenched red brick walls of somewhere in New York; it seems to echo forever as if the city itself were empty and cold, ricocheting off the sky with a ring into the air— the sound making a journey into space. Girl, you talk too much So go and level up Shut the fuhhhck up Not just the front door I'm not going on a shooting spree The only one I want is me The only one I shot is me The only one I got is me All of a sudden I feel really good, But also really bad— Like I'm high or something Just on the verge of uncontrollably crying And I know I'm definitely about to lose my shit But I'm off a little, and also on a little Like something just kicked in and I don't know what I haven't taken anything— Just fried potatoes in coconut oil, And I've been eating differently But getting through the stress with the comfort of simple products and the massive loads of work I've been sorting… I don't know. I feel horrible, but also like I just woke up—like if I sleep I'll be dreaming some place I ain't awake really because I'm aching… Achey at the thought of being up and left to ponder What is really up with my mind I'm longing— Thinking swiftly but also sickly of how I'm decaying, Same thing every day but it only gets a little longer; And although time itself is getting shorter, It still goes on, and I'm mourning everything I had to know, But now just seems forgotten Stolen Grace and getting awkward, And really just on the wrong show, A form of thoughts, impossible conglomerate And really only waiting for my greying thunderclouds to roll in Storms upon the wing of a swaying plane As if it may just falter, But all hope knows it really won't, And we'll all land safely. —Tom Hanks. Sometimes my life doesn't make any sense: Lil bitz Remember when you were a kid, And the mall was the greatest place you could think of going? That was the day— “Let's go to the mall!” Then you grow up broke, And I'm like “Holy shit— “the mall”? When was the last time I even went to “the mall”? Fuck that noise. The mall is where I'm not going. The only thing that's going on in that place is tAkiNG mY mOnEY. Fuck that noise. I ain't going to the mall. I don't need anything from these places. fuck the mall. The mall as a broke adult is arguably the WORST place you can go. “Ohh, what's in here” “Don't matter— Do you got money?” “That's right.” Fuck the mall: Arguably the worst place, maybe. {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Ugh, it's a fuckin riddle. *sad eyes* No fair. *super sad eyes* Super no fair *Super duper sad eyes* {Enter The Multiverse} YO! LETS GO TO TUBBY'S! YEEEAAAAAHHHHH! ITS TUBBY TUESDAYS!!! “TUBBY TUESDAYS?!” “Tubby Tuesdays” WELCOME TO TUBBY'S–I hope you're having a very Tubby day! We are now! Well, that's what I like to hear! Happy Tubby Tuesday everybody, right this way! All the tables are booths! …uh…okay. Before: What the fuck is Tubby Tuesdays? Oh, Tubby's? It's a desert buffet and adult video game arcade with an all-you-can-drink bar on tuesdays. Oh, well, that's… –and the world's first BBW-Only Afterhours Strip Club. Oh! –after sundown. Sundown?! Fraid so. TARTAR SAUCE! MORE TARTAR SAUCE! Why on EARTH would you eat tartar sauce on a waffle!? IT's a brioche waffle, okay–and the tartar sauce is candied bread pudding custard glaze-based. Oh! Gross! Its not gross! It goes dope on brioche waffles! I've got to get out of here. What!? It's not even sundown! Oh my actual gosh. I have to find that envelope before things get even– WHO'S READY FOR BRALESS HOT CHOCOLATE! *gasps* BUT IT'S NOT EVEN SUNDOWN! Check yo watch honey, because i do believe it's daylight savings time! Oh why yes, I do have the sudden urge to “spring” forward! I'm leaving!! That's okay! UGH! Hey wait– What. .[beat} Are you sure you don't want any hot chocolate? UGHHHH! It's braless! Yeah, a/he was under my Christmas tree with flashing lights on and everything. Man, you got Chris Kringled?! What! That's a thing! How does everybody know that's a thing but me? Was there presents? Yeah there was— wait how'd you know. Everybody knows about Chris Kringling, brother. I didn't! It's a web trend. What! On where? I have all the On WeMax! What is WeMax?! You don't know? I don't. A Bullet for my Valentine— I love myself. Man, I don't even know which mixtape that came out of. Right! Suddenly, When digging through the bullet in my brain, The finger in my skull Reminded me the pain I live with everyday And I Cannot put away This is my Suicidal thoughts My creeping Homicidal mind But I don't want to off you all I just want to end my time On earth So long A GUNSHOT rings throughout the tightly clenched red brick walls of somewhere in New York; it seems to echo forever as if the city itself were empty and cold, ricocheting off the sky with a ring into the air— the sound making a journey into space. Girl, you talk too much So go and level up Shut the fuhhhck up Not just the front door I'm not going on a shooting spree The only one I want is me The only one I shot is me The only one I got is me All of a sudden I feel really good, But also really bad— Like I'm high or something Just on the verge of uncontrollably crying And I know I'm definitely about to lose my shit But I'm off a little, and also on a little Like something just kicked in and I don't know what I haven't taken anything— Just fried potatoes in coconut oil, And I've been eating differently But getting through the stress with the comfort of simple products and the massive loads of work I've been sorting… I don't know. I feel horrible, but also like I just woke up—like if I sleep I'll be dreaming some place I ain't awake really because I'm aching… Achey at the thought of being up and left to ponder What is really up with my mind I'm longing— Thinking swiftly but also sickly of how I'm decaying, Same thing every day but it only gets a little longer; And although time itself is getting shorter, It still goes on, and I'm mourning everything I had to know, But now just seems forgotten Stolen Grace and getting awkward, And really just on the wrong show, A form of thoughts, impossible conglomerate And really only waiting for my greying thunderclouds to roll in Storms upon the wing of a swaying plane As if it may just falter, But all hope knows it really won't, And we'll all land safely. —Tom Hanks. Sometimes my life doesn't make any sense: Lil bitz Remember when you were a kid, And the mall was the greatest place you could think of going? That was the day— “Let's go to the mall!” Then you grow up broke, And I'm like “Holy shit— “the mall”? When was the last time I even went to “the mall”? Fuck that noise. The mall is where I'm not going. The only thing that's going on in that place is tAkiNG mY mOnEY. Fuck that noise. I ain't going to the mall. I don't need anything from these places. fuck the mall. The mall as a broke adult is arguably the WORST place you can go. “Ohh, what's in here” “Don't matter— Do you got money?” “That's right.” Fuck the mall: Arguably the worst place, maybe. {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Ugh, it's a fuckin riddle. *sad eyes* No fair. *super sad eyes* Super no fair *Super duper sad eyes* {Enter The Multiverse} YO! LETS GO TO TUBBY'S! YEEEAAAAAHHHHH! ITS TUBBY TUESDAYS!!! “TUBBY TUESDAYS?!” “Tubby Tuesdays” WELCOME TO TUBBY'S–I hope you're having a very Tubby day! We are now! Well, that's what I like to hear! Happy Tubby Tuesday everybody, right this way! All the tables are booths! …uh…okay. Before: What the fuck is Tubby Tuesdays? Oh, Tubby's? It's a desert buffet and adult video game arcade with an all-you-can-drink bar on tuesdays. Oh, well, that's… –and the world's first BBW-Only Afterhours Strip Club. Oh! –after sundown. Sundown?! Fraid so. TARTAR SAUCE! MORE TARTAR SAUCE! Why on EARTH would you eat tartar sauce on a waffle!? IT's a brioche waffle, okay–and the tartar sauce is candied bread pudding custard glaze-based. Oh! Gross! Its not gross! It goes dope on brioche waffles! I've got to get out of here. What!? It's not even sundown! Oh my actual gosh. I have to find that envelope before things get even– WHO'S READY FOR BRALESS HOT CHOCOLATE! *gasps* BUT IT'S NOT EVEN SUNDOWN! Check yo watch honey, because i do believe it's daylight savings time! Oh why yes, I do have the sudden urge to “spring” forward! I'm leaving!! That's okay! UGH! Hey wait– What. .[beat} Are you sure you don't want any hot chocolate? UGHHHH! It's braless! Yeah, a/he was under my Christmas tree with flashing lights on and everything. Man, you got Chris Kringled?! What! That's a thing! How does everybody know that's a thing but me? Was there presents? Yeah there was— wait how'd you know. Everybody knows about Chris Kringling, brother. I didn't! It's a web trend. What! On where? I have all the On WeMax! What is WeMax?! You don't know? I don't. A Bullet for my Valentine— I love myself. Man, I don't even know which mixtape that came out of. Right! Suddenly, When digging through the bullet in my brain, The finger in my skull Reminded me the pain I live with everyday And I Cannot put away This is my Suicidal thoughts My creeping Homicidal mind But I don't want to off you all I just want to end my time On earth So long A GUNSHOT rings throughout the tightly clenched red brick walls of somewhere in New York; it seems to echo forever as if the city itself were empty and cold, ricocheting off the sky with a ring into the air— the sound making a journey into space. Girl, you talk too much So go and level up Shut the fuhhhck up Not just the front door I'm not going on a shooting spree The only one I want is me The only one I shot is me The only one I got is me All of a sudden I feel really good, But also really bad— Like I'm high or something Just on the verge of uncontrollably crying And I know I'm definitely about to lose my shit But I'm off a little, and also on a little Like something just kicked in and I don't know what I haven't taken anything— Just fried potatoes in coconut oil, And I've been eating differently But getting through the stress with the comfort of simple products and the massive loads of work I've been sorting… I don't know. I feel horrible, but also like I just woke up—like if I sleep I'll be dreaming some place I ain't awake really because I'm aching… Achey at the thought of being up and left to ponder What is really up with my mind I'm longing— Thinking swiftly but also sickly of how I'm decaying, Same thing every day but it only gets a little longer; And although time itself is getting shorter, It still goes on, and I'm mourning everything I had to know, But now just seems forgotten Stolen Grace and getting awkward, And really just on the wrong show, A form of thoughts, impossible conglomerate And really only waiting for my greying thunderclouds to roll in Storms upon the wing of a swaying plane As if it may just falter, But all hope knows it really won't, And we'll all land safely. —Tom Hanks. Sometimes my life doesn't make any sense: Lil bitz Remember when you were a kid, And the mall was the greatest place you could think of going? That was the day— “Let's go to the mall!” Then you grow up broke, And I'm like “Holy shit— “the mall”? When was the last time I even went to “the mall”? Fuck that noise. The mall is where I'm not going. The only thing that's going on in that place is tAkiNG mY mOnEY. Fuck that noise. I ain't going to the mall. I don't need anything from these places. fuck the mall. The mall as a broke adult is arguably the WORST place you can go. “Ohh, what's in here” “Don't matter— Do you got money?” “That's right.” Fuck the mall: Arguably the worst place, maybe. {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Abrahamic Covenant G'day and welcome to Partakers! We are now on day 5 of our series "Glimpses", looking at the story of the Bible in 30 days, from the time of creation through to the time of the fullness of redemption! Lets read together: Genesis 12v1-9 The Lord had said to Abram, "Leave your native country, your relatives, and your father's family, and go to the land that I will show you. I will make you into a great nation. I will bless you and make you famous, and you will be a blessing to others. I will bless those who bless you and curse those who treat you with contempt. All the families on earth will be blessed through you." So Abram departed as the Lord had instructed, and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he left Haran. He took his wife, Sarai, his nephew Lot, and all his wealth-his livestock and all the people he had taken into his household at Haran-and headed for the land of Canaan. When they arrived in Canaan, Abram traveled through the land as far as Shechem. There he set up camp beside the oak of Moreh. At that time, the area was inhabited by Canaanites. Then the Lord appeared to Abram and said, "I will give this land to your descendants." And Abram built an altar there and dedicated it to the Lord, who had appeared to him. After that, Abram traveled south and set up camp in the hill country, with Bethel to the west and Ai to the east. There he built another altar and dedicated it to the Lord, and he worshiped the Lord. Then Abram continued traveling south by stages toward the Negev. A Theocratic Covenant Whilst the Edenic, Adamic and Noahic Covenants were universal covenants, this fourth Covenant is the first covenant which is theocratic, or relating to the rule of God. It is dependent on God alone! A God, who through grace in the "I will..." statements promises to bestow blessings! This covenant with Abraham, or the Abrahamic Covenant, is also the basis for all theocratic covenants to come and provides blessings on three levels: Personal level to Abraham: "I will make your name great; and you will be a blessing" (Genesis 12v2) National level: "I will make you into a great nation" (Genesis 12v2) Universal level: "all peoples on the earth will be blessed through you." (Genesis 12v3) Initially here in Genesis 12, this covenant can be seen in broad outline, but God later confirms it to Abraham in greater detail as we shall see. The Abrahamic covenant is a link to all of God's activities and programs until the end of time. Personal Aspects The personal aspects of the Covenant, particular to Abraham are: Abraham will be a father of a great nation (Genesis 12v1) Abraham will receive personal blessing (Genesis 12v2) Abraham will receive personal honour and reputation (Genesis 12v2) He, Abraham, will be a source of blessing to others. (Genesis 12v3) Universal Aspects The aspects of the Abrahamic Covenant, pertinent universally are: God will bless those who bless Abraham and the nation of Israel which comes from him (Genesis 12v3) curses on those who curse Abraham and Israel (Genesis 12v3) blessings on all the earth through Abraham (Genesis 12v1-3) This was the first time God made this promise to Abraham, but not the only time as Abraham received it another 5 times as God gives great detail to it (Genesis 13:14-18, Genesis 15:4-5, 13-18, Genesis 17:1-8, Genesis 18:17-19 and Genesis 22:15-18. All Change! Abram, as Abraham was originally known, was weaned away from his native land by God, into a journey of the unknown! It was in this way that Abraham would develop his faith in God and use it like a muscle. In fact, when God reiterated the covenant in Genesis 17 to Abram, God changed his name from Abram meaning "glorious father", to Abraham, which means "father of many nations!" (Genesis 17v5) Reminded and renewed! So important was this covenant that God renewed it with: Isaac, the "only begotten son" of Abraham twice: Genesis 26:4 and Genesis 26:23-24 Jacob twice as well Genesis 28:14-15 and Genesis 35:9-12 This covenant gives yet further glimpses of God's essential character of grace and mercy, as well as hinting at somebody who is to come as a messiah or saviour! Can you tell how and where these glimpses are? Tomorrow our story continues! Do you know where to next? Right mouse click or tap here to download as a MP3 audio file

After thoroughly dissecting every verse of Shir HaMaalot, the season finale attempts to put all the pieces back together. The first three verses were about moving from dreams to true joy; the second three were about Joseph and Jacob's saga. Could both of these themes somehow be related?A Book Like No Other is a product of Aleph Beta, and made possible through the generous support of Shari and Nathan Lindenbaum. Aleph Beta is a Torah media company dedicated to spreading the joy and love of meaningful Torah learning worldwide.

The Beanies for Brain Cancer Round has become part of the NRL furniture with players, fans and commentators donning the beanies to raise money each year. The man behind it - former Knight Mark Hughes (32.37) - chatted to Andrew Moore and the team about how it continues to exceed his expectations. And while he's in good health he explained that his work with the Charity never lets him forget how hard it is to deal with the disease. Plus Michael Carayannis is along with all the latest Rugby League news - and speculation - in MC's Hammertime (44:33).

The 94 WIP Morning team realizes that the Sixers really need their guy, Embiid. Maxey is fantastic, but he's not 'the' guy. The Morning team hopes Edgecombe could become 'the' guy one day, and seemingly has the demeanor to do it. Joe DeCamara and the Morning Show feel like Edgecombe presented himself last night very similarly to Brandon Graham. Maxey, McCain and now Edgecombe bring endless joy to the team.

While celebrating my daughter's birthday at Disneyland and soaking up the California beach with my family, I had some unexpected business insights — from how Disney sets the bar for excellence, to what a beach hotel taught me about recovery when things go wrong, to how riptides are a perfect metaphor for ignoring expert advice. This one's got stories, real talk, and reminders that how we show up in hard moments defines our brand more than anything else.   If you are feeling the love, make sure to subscribe, rate, and review on iTunes, Spotify, YouTube, or wherever you are!! If you'd like to be featured on an episode go to theidahobusinesspodcast.com to APPLY! Apple Podcasts Spotify YouTube

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What if the moment you thought signaled the end… was really the beginning? In this episode, I share what the "Old Lady Division" taught me about purpose, identity, and the quiet power of coming back to yourself—stronger, clearer, and more grounded than ever. This isn't about reinvention. It's about returning to the version of you that always knew. You'll learn: Why turning 60 brought unexpected emotional challenges How I trained for a global fitness competition after setbacks The quiet ways women start to feel invisible — and how to shift it Why purpose doesn't need perfection — it needs action What it means to return to yourself instead of reinventing How to identify your new non-negotiables A practical question to ask yourself today: What have I shelved that I'm ready to reclaim? Ready to uncover the stress patterns keeping you stuck — and start building a life that fits who you are now? Stress Quiz HERE   RESOURCES: Join my Newsletter, Unlearn and Unleash Book a Breakthrough Call here Share Your Takeaways With Me at brig@brigjohnson.com 

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 Karen Saves The Universe: Part 3Karen Embarks on a cure campaign.Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Karen sighed, "Might as well. Let's go kill the libido of an entire civilization, Holland."Holland took her arm and soon the cell where she was held disappeared and another space formed around them. Captain Hemsworth and several crew members from the ship stood nearby, as well as Ensign Holland who was still holding her arm, reassuringly. Looking around, Karen saw that they were in what appeared to be a sound-booth of sorts. One crewmember activated some equipment and moved one protruding tentacle closer to Karen's mouth and another toward Captain Hemsworth's."Are we ready, Ellis?" Captain Hemsworth asked, clearing his throat. Ellis nodded and stepped back from the tentacles. Hemsworth tapped the end of the tentacle and a booming noise reverberated around the room. He cleared his throat several more times and straightened his collar. "People of Priam! Your deliverance has come! You sent us forth among the stars to find the cure to the horrid addiction of filth that has infiltrated our minds and we have not failed you! We have dedicated our lives to this effort, foregone having families, and any comforts of home to bring you this salvation! Behold; The Karen!" he proclaimed, gesturing for Karen to speak."Um; hi?" Karen said, unsurely. Hemsworth glanced at Ellis who was reading some type of display. Ellis frowned and motioned for her to continue speaking. "Um; my name is Karen;""Hi Karen;” several crew members responded unanimously before Captain Hemsworth cut them off with a gesture."Um; I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to say. I heard you're all having some troubles. I'm sorry. I know what that's like. I've had some troubles, too. I married the wrong person; someone who didn't really love me. I wasn't brave and I tried to avoid trouble too much. I had four kids, but they grew up seeing me treated badly, so they don't really see me as being worth much; if they don't need me to be a mom anymore, what good am I to them? I love them, but; I wish I had done more with my life. Now, I'm getting a divorce; and now that I'm in my 50's, I'm not young and beautiful anymore, so it's like I'm invisible to most people. My body hurts more than it used to; and I'm afraid most days. I don't know what's going to happen to me. Everything keeps changing and I don't know where I belong. I feel like I've failed all the time. But, they said that maybe I could help you, so; I hope I can help make things better for you. I'd like to see something good come out of all this," Karen said, wiping some tears off her cheeks. Holland stepped next to her and took her hand. She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder."Ellis?" Hemsworth asked.Ellis looked up from the display, a disconcerted expression on his face. "I don't understand;” he murmured, leaning down and feverishly working on the equipment. "They're hearing it. I know they're hearing it;”"It's not working? She just spoke more than it took to knock out the entire bridge crew! What do you mean it's not working?" Hemsworth said, frustrated. Karen looked at Holland, who simply shrugged.Captain Hemsworth frowned with determination and motioned to Karen, "Speak again. Louder. Talk about the cobb salad! Men, brace yourselves!" he ordered."Cobb salad?" Karen repeated, surprised. "Oh, well, um; it's just yummy. It's got hard boiled eggs, tomatoes, bacon, and avocado on a bed of lettuce; chives and bleu cheese over the top is good, too. The nice thing is that all the ingredients are put into neat little rows across the lettuce, so you can choose exactly what you want in each bite! It's not just a big mess like other salads. You know, I could make you one ; do you guys have avocadoes?" she said enthusiastically, looking to Holland.Holland immediately began looking up something on his hand-held computer. "Av-o-ca-does; do they yield their young willingly, or do we need to;""What the hell is going on???" Captain Hemsworth yelled, grabbing Holland's ear and looking inside. "Holland! You're not wearing protection! Why aren't you unconscious on the floor?""Oh, um; they were kind of uncomfortable, and they made it hard to hear what she was remembering, and;""You Remembered With The Karen? What Is Wrong With You?" Hemsworth shouted, before calming himself. "Momoa, get some caffeline ready. I need to hear her again," he said, bracing himself as he pulled what looked like slugs out of his ears. "Speak again about the salad;”"Okay, uh; most like to eat it with a vinaigrette? I think that gets to be a bit too much if there's bleu cheese on top, though. Sometimes I'll get it with ranch or something creamy because then;""What the hell, Holland! What did you do to The Karen? I barely feel anything!" Hemsworth yelled, grabbing Holland by the uniform."Um; I don't know; we just talked and remembered; you know, she's really nice, if you get to;""Dammit, You've Broken The Karen, Holland! How Are We Supposed To;" Captain Hemsworth yelled until he was interrupted by a knock nearby.Lieutenant Ellis activated a control on his display and a hole formed in the wall of the room. An assembly of Priamites entered the room, as smoothly as if they were rolled in on a platform together. The crew of the Onan immediately fell prostrate on the floor before them. Karen, unwilling to lie face-down on a floor she hadn't cleaned herself, looked around uncomfortably and gave the assembly a small wave. One Priamite raised her hand to return the gesture but was quickly stopped by her neighbor."Welcome, crew of the Onan," one of the assembly said, followed by the rest of the assembly nodding agreeably. "We are most appreciative of all your; efforts. We realize that you have dedicated several of your lifetimes to freeing our civilization from the throes of pornographic addiction, and for your many sacrifices, we thank you," the speaker said, then glanced around uncomfortably at the others. "Most unexpectedly, ah; while the Eros Curse was most distressing to the initial generations, the subsequent generations acclimated to it rather quickly. Then, as fashions changed, the Eros Curse became more of a joke, really; dance mixes were made, memes;”"Excuse me?" Captain Hemsworth said, lifting his face from the floor."I mean, sure, the Eros Curse is still out there. It's just that it's just become something people live with. It doesn't take over our lives, but some indulge in it a little after the kids have gone to bed for the night. I mean, it's not really such a big deal. It adds a little spice to an otherwise boring life, you know?""Boring life?" Hemsworth repeated, rising to his feet. "Are you telling me that all of Priam just walks around, living life, thinking about; that?""Well, yes, but we are very grateful for all you and your crew have done for us. We express our thanks to all the crews of the ships we loaded up with uptight intellectuals that were determined to rid our civilization of; alternative thoughts. We have come here to present you and your crew with a commemorative plaque for all your;""Is this some kind of joke?" Hemsworth said, pacing around. "I've been trekking throughout the universe looking for a cure to your abhorrent lust-filled thoughts and now you just want to give me a plaque for a lifetime of sacrifice because you don't see a problem with your disgusting sticky existence?""Well, there's no need to kink-shame;” the assembly spokesperson muttered, "Honestly, you never wondered why they sent the most uptight assholes on the planet off on a vague 'mission' and never really asked for progress reports?""I don't believe this;” Hemsworth said, his eyes bulging, nostrils flaring. "We've sacrificed our lives for nothing???""Oh, I see where this is going;” Karen said to Holland, who seemed to be trying to assume a duck-and-cover position."How could you do this to us???" Hemsworth yelled."Use the diaphragm for projection, baby; you can do it;” Karen encouraged."I Want; To See; The Manager!" Captain Hemsworth yelled at the top of his lungs, causing a feedback loop to screech throughout the room. The last thing Karen saw before falling unconscious was the sight of every Priamite in the room projectile vomiting on each other. The stench was overwhelming.Karen's Humility.Karen lifted her face off the bathroom floor, overwhelmed by the stench. She brushed off a spare piece of toilet paper stuck to her face, as she tried to remember what had happened. Her lungs burned from what she slowly recognized as pepper spray. She gathered her purse and stumbled out of the stall and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red, and a bruise was swelling where her cheek hit the floor. She splashed some cold water on her face and wiped off the makeup that streaked in the process. This was Snookers; not Baker's Pie. She had just ripped a kid a new asshole for not having cobb salad on the menu. What was she doing with her life?Upon exiting the bathroom, she ran into Travis the Waiter, who looked like he had just splashed water on his face, too. Dread and unease filled his face upon seeing her before it was quickly masked into concern. "Oh, um; are you okay? Can I get you some ice for that?" he asked, looking at the bruise on her cheek."What? Oh, no, honey. I'm okay. I just fell," she said, before meeting his eyes and taking his hand in hers. "Travis, I'm so sorry about the way I treated you. That was awful, and I have no excuse. You didn't deserve that.""It's okay; it happens," Travis said, carefully."It shouldn't, though. I was wrong, and I'm sorry. Would you mind if I just gave you some cash to cover the meal and snuck out of here? God knows what that group of biddies will gossip about when I go out there like this," Karen said, gesturing to herself."Yeah, that should be no problem," Travis said, taking the money she offered. "Are you sure you're okay?"Karen nodded, "I'm fine. I've just got some things to do. You've got a sweet heart, honey. Keep listening to it."Karen swallowed nervously as she went up the walkway to the small suburban house. She hadn't called before coming. It was rude of her not to call ahead of time, but then again, she was pretty sure that her number had been blocked. She didn't know if her oldest son had gone "no contact" or just "low contact" with her, but she was pretty sure her daughter-in-law would threaten to call the police within five minutes of her ringing the doorbell. Nevertheless, when she got up to the door, Karen put her finger forward and rang the bell."What do you want, Karen?" Hailey's terse voice came through the doorbell."Oh; you got one of those camera doorbell things; that's nice;” she began, unsure of how to say what was in her heart without a face in front of her."What do you want?" Hailey repeated."Um; I wanted to talk with you;""The last time you wanted to 'talk' with me, you just wanted to see my kids while you criticized my inadequate housekeeping, my inept child-rearing, and my unattractive post-pregnancy body. So, forgive me if I'd prefer not to have a heart-to-heart, Karen," Hailey interrupted."You're right," Karen said, looking at the dark circle holding the doorbell's camera. "I did that. I did that. I have not been kind to you. When Cal Jr. brought you home, I was not welcoming. I should have been; because you deserved that. You deserved it because you made my son happy. You have made him happier than I've ever known him to be; and that's what I've always wanted for him. If you were just like me, if you did all the things that I obnoxiously told you to do; he wouldn't be half as happy as he is with you; just as you are. If for no other reason than my son's happiness, you have my gratitude. I'm sorry that I've wasted the chances you've given me to know you better. You're brave and confident and funny. Honestly, I think you're the person I wished I could have been at your age. I'm sorry for a lot of things but being wasteful; saying thoughtless things that hardened people's hearts; those are the things that I wish I could take back the most. So, um;” Karen said, checking her notes on her phone's notepad to make sure she got all the points she wanted, "that's pretty much it. Oh, and I put that chocolate mousse recipe you liked on this index card so you can make it, but feel free to call me if you can't read my writing; or if you, you know, ever need anything."Karen nodded at the doorbell and started back down the walkway toward her car, blinking back tears. She had wasted so much time, so many chances. She didn't know if there was a point in trying again now, but she had to. She wasn't getting any younger.As she reached the end of the walkway, she was nearly knocked over by two little bodies running into her and grabbing onto her legs. Tears fell freely down her cheeks as she bent down to pick up her grandchildren, kissing them until they tried to wiggle away. As they started simultaneously telling her everything they had been doing while she was away, Karen's eyes drifted up to the doorway where her pierced and tattooed daughter-in-law stood. "Thank you" Karen mouthed silently over her grandchildren's backs.Karen pushed open the doors of Forest Glenn Hospice Care, her bag stuffed with an array of items and went up to the front desk. "Karen Weaver. I'm here for Dana Stevens," she said.The new girl at the reception desk looked at Karen with quiet unease. "Um; Ms. Stevens has requested only visitors who have;" Karen smirked and lifted the wig off her head, revealing her clean-shaven head. "Oh! Great! Go right in," she said, relieved.The corridor of the hospice facility was peaceful and quiet; exactly the kind of thing the old Dana would hate. Entering her room, Karen looked for any signs that other visitors had been to see Dana but saw nothing. Dana was napping again, her face drawn and gaunt, but thankfully not in pain. Karen put down her bag in a nearby chair and took out a rolled-up electronic piano keyboard and unfurled it on a table next to the hospital bed. As she was on her hands and knees trying to find an outlet to use, she heard Dana clear her throat. "What the hell is that?" she asked, smirking as she nodded at the keyboard."Your afternoon's entertainment. I ordered it on Amazon; you should have seen the bitchy reviews. Reminded me of you. Mind you, I haven't played since Cal got rid of the piano when it didn't fit in the Brooklyn apartment, so you're in for a treat," Karen said, rubbing her hands together and moving her glasses on top of her head so she could see the keyboard controls."Calvin Carmichael in a Brooklyn apartment. My god. What was it that emptied the Carmichael family coffers after they stole you away from me, again?" Dana asked, her sunken eyes taking in every detail of Karen's face as she hovered over the keyboard."Bernie Madoff; cleaned 'em dry. His parents were ever so shocked when they had to sell their properties and move to Florida," Karen said. "They weren't poor; they had enough to retire, but; they were horridly middle class.""Karma's a bitch," Dana said, pushing back against her pillows to sit up more. "Kare; I'm so sorry I didn't talk with you when you came back to the apartment. I could have helped you; we both would have helped you."Karen's smile faded, remembering and wondering what might have been. Dana would have helped her, but she was certain Dana's help would be help to get an abortion; and then she would never have had the joy of knowing her grandchildren. Dean would have; well, it was impossible to know what he would have done, but he would have helped. "Well, consider this your punishment," Karen said, stretching her fingers. "Are you ready?""I'm on opiates, baby. Bring it on;” Dana said, a smile moving across her face.Karen's fingers moved across the keys, and at first, she was put off by the strangeness of the keys and the sensation of tapping on something flat instead of the feel of a piano. Then, memory took over and her hands remembered the dance. Years fell away as she was filled again with the joy of making music. She started with "Clair de lune," a gentle Debussy chosen to respect the frailty of her friend's condition.Upon playing the final chords, she looked up for her friend's reaction to see that Dana had covered her face with a pillow in an attempt to smother herself. "God, you're rusty. You used to be better than me. What have you been doing with those hands?" she complained."Raising kids; kneading dough; finding random women's' panties when I changed sheets on the bed," Karen said, ruefully."Should've jumped Dean while you had the chance;” Dana murmured.Karen bit her lips and closed her eyes. "Um; how; how is he?"Dana stared into Karen's eyes for a painfully long moment, then looked out the window, away from Karen. "Life; life wasn't kind to him. After I graduated, he moved back home to take care of Nana. He only came to the city to look after me, anyway. Living alone hardened him. I haven't seen him in years; not that I'd want to see what he's become. Sometimes you just need to let people go, Kare," she said, sighing sadly. "Anyway; I need a laugh. Show me how pathetic your Jerry Lee Lewis catalog is.""Yes, ma'am," Karen said, blinking back tears and starting into "Great Balls of Fire."The wind coming through the drivers' side window ruffled the inch-long cap of vivid red hair that had grown on Karen's head as she drove down the winding West Virginia roads that she hadn't seen in 30 years. The beauty of this place still softened and relaxed her as much as it had, oh so long ago. Despite Dana's warnings, Karen's heart demanded that she make this trip; and after all she had lost, she was determined to listen to her heart from now on, until she could no longer hear it.She frowned at her passenger and began coughing as a noxious odor swirled around, filling her SUV. She rolled her window down further in self-preservation. This was probably a bad idea; but after all these years of thinking things through and being sensible, she felt entitled to indulge in a few harebrained schemes."Country road; take me home; to the place; I belong; West Virginia; mountain mama; take me home; country road;” she sang, smiling as the wooded foothills rose up in the distance. The path became rough when she turned by the Stevens mailbox and began bouncing up through the woods toward the cozy home. Her passenger surveyed the woods around the vehicle with increasing excitement.Karen started doubting herself, though. It was ridiculous, the more she thought about it. All her emails had gone unanswered. The phone number she was given was out of service. Three decades had passed since she came here; why would he want to see a 50-something woman with an unflattering haircut and stretch marks just because he had fallen in love with the 20-something version of her? Would Dean even remember her at all? She ran through her plan again in her mind again. It sounded really stupid, now. At least it would let her make a quick exit if things didn't work out, though.She broke out in a cold sweat when the house came into view. It was just as she had remembered it, maintained well, but not changed. It was like a holy place, kept perfectly through the ages in reverence for what it represented.She pulled up to the house and parked. No one emerged, so she would have to go in. She would have to go knock on that door and see the unrecognition or even disappointment in his eyes. She needed to go tell him about his sister. Opening the door, she slid out and hopped to the ground and stretched her legs. Suddenly, a braying roar filled the air and a wall of fur launched itself from behind the house and came for her. "SIT!" Karen yelled. Her command, though impressive, appeared only to be a gentle suggestion to the monster that continued to charge her. "STAY!" Karen shouted. This recommendation also appeared to go unheeded."BUSTER, NO!" a voice from the porch yelled, and Karen couldn't help but stare at her first glimpse of Dean in decades. He looked wild. Wild hair, wild beard, a body that had to be formed by the wilderness, itself. Not a drop of civilization tainted the essence of this man; and it made her want to laugh and cry at the same time. Karen began walking toward him, completely forgetting about the fearsome beast avalanche coming to bury her. Dean jumped down from the porch and began running toward the flurry of fur and teeth that had bent its path upon Karen's destruction.A split second before Buster reached Karen, the passenger of her vehicle silently flew out, tackled him with a full-body slam and the two went rolling back from where Karen now stood next to Dean. The two tumbled, tearing up the grass and knocking over the woodpile in the commotion. Buster yelped loudly and jumped free of the massive shaggy-furred beast that was still intent upon teaching him some manners. "Judith, come!" Karen called, and with a final snarl at Buster, Judith returned to where Karen stood and sat by her side, still glaring to where Buster stood looking dumbfounded."Well, I'll be damned;” Dean murmured, looking at the still-cowed Buster in wonder."Girl dog privilege," Karen replied simply. "What is that thing, anyway?" she asked, nodding to where Buster now stood whining and trying to approach the growling Judith."Bernese Mountain Dog; Great Pyrenees; and probably a bit of German Shepherd;” Dean murmured, turning toward her. His eyes traveled over her slowly and boldly."Judith's Akita and Malamute; she was turned into the shelter because she always thinks she's right," Karen said. "That, and she farts something awful."

 Karen Saves The Universe: Part 3Karen Embarks on a cure campaign.Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Karen sighed, "Might as well. Let's go kill the libido of an entire civilization, Holland."Holland took her arm and soon the cell where she was held disappeared and another space formed around them. Captain Hemsworth and several crew members from the ship stood nearby, as well as Ensign Holland who was still holding her arm, reassuringly. Looking around, Karen saw that they were in what appeared to be a sound-booth of sorts. One crewmember activated some equipment and moved one protruding tentacle closer to Karen's mouth and another toward Captain Hemsworth's."Are we ready, Ellis?" Captain Hemsworth asked, clearing his throat. Ellis nodded and stepped back from the tentacles. Hemsworth tapped the end of the tentacle and a booming noise reverberated around the room. He cleared his throat several more times and straightened his collar. "People of Priam! Your deliverance has come! You sent us forth among the stars to find the cure to the horrid addiction of filth that has infiltrated our minds and we have not failed you! We have dedicated our lives to this effort, foregone having families, and any comforts of home to bring you this salvation! Behold; The Karen!" he proclaimed, gesturing for Karen to speak."Um; hi?" Karen said, unsurely. Hemsworth glanced at Ellis who was reading some type of display. Ellis frowned and motioned for her to continue speaking. "Um; my name is Karen;""Hi Karen;” several crew members responded unanimously before Captain Hemsworth cut them off with a gesture."Um; I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to say. I heard you're all having some troubles. I'm sorry. I know what that's like. I've had some troubles, too. I married the wrong person; someone who didn't really love me. I wasn't brave and I tried to avoid trouble too much. I had four kids, but they grew up seeing me treated badly, so they don't really see me as being worth much; if they don't need me to be a mom anymore, what good am I to them? I love them, but; I wish I had done more with my life. Now, I'm getting a divorce; and now that I'm in my 50's, I'm not young and beautiful anymore, so it's like I'm invisible to most people. My body hurts more than it used to; and I'm afraid most days. I don't know what's going to happen to me. Everything keeps changing and I don't know where I belong. I feel like I've failed all the time. But, they said that maybe I could help you, so; I hope I can help make things better for you. I'd like to see something good come out of all this," Karen said, wiping some tears off her cheeks. Holland stepped next to her and took her hand. She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder."Ellis?" Hemsworth asked.Ellis looked up from the display, a disconcerted expression on his face. "I don't understand;” he murmured, leaning down and feverishly working on the equipment. "They're hearing it. I know they're hearing it;”"It's not working? She just spoke more than it took to knock out the entire bridge crew! What do you mean it's not working?" Hemsworth said, frustrated. Karen looked at Holland, who simply shrugged.Captain Hemsworth frowned with determination and motioned to Karen, "Speak again. Louder. Talk about the cobb salad! Men, brace yourselves!" he ordered."Cobb salad?" Karen repeated, surprised. "Oh, well, um; it's just yummy. It's got hard boiled eggs, tomatoes, bacon, and avocado on a bed of lettuce; chives and bleu cheese over the top is good, too. The nice thing is that all the ingredients are put into neat little rows across the lettuce, so you can choose exactly what you want in each bite! It's not just a big mess like other salads. You know, I could make you one ; do you guys have avocadoes?" she said enthusiastically, looking to Holland.Holland immediately began looking up something on his hand-held computer. "Av-o-ca-does; do they yield their young willingly, or do we need to;""What the hell is going on???" Captain Hemsworth yelled, grabbing Holland's ear and looking inside. "Holland! You're not wearing protection! Why aren't you unconscious on the floor?""Oh, um; they were kind of uncomfortable, and they made it hard to hear what she was remembering, and;""You Remembered With The Karen? What Is Wrong With You?" Hemsworth shouted, before calming himself. "Momoa, get some caffeline ready. I need to hear her again," he said, bracing himself as he pulled what looked like slugs out of his ears. "Speak again about the salad;”"Okay, uh; most like to eat it with a vinaigrette? I think that gets to be a bit too much if there's bleu cheese on top, though. Sometimes I'll get it with ranch or something creamy because then;""What the hell, Holland! What did you do to The Karen? I barely feel anything!" Hemsworth yelled, grabbing Holland by the uniform."Um; I don't know; we just talked and remembered; you know, she's really nice, if you get to;""Dammit, You've Broken The Karen, Holland! How Are We Supposed To;" Captain Hemsworth yelled until he was interrupted by a knock nearby.Lieutenant Ellis activated a control on his display and a hole formed in the wall of the room. An assembly of Priamites entered the room, as smoothly as if they were rolled in on a platform together. The crew of the Onan immediately fell prostrate on the floor before them. Karen, unwilling to lie face-down on a floor she hadn't cleaned herself, looked around uncomfortably and gave the assembly a small wave. One Priamite raised her hand to return the gesture but was quickly stopped by her neighbor."Welcome, crew of the Onan," one of the assembly said, followed by the rest of the assembly nodding agreeably. "We are most appreciative of all your; efforts. We realize that you have dedicated several of your lifetimes to freeing our civilization from the throes of pornographic addiction, and for your many sacrifices, we thank you," the speaker said, then glanced around uncomfortably at the others. "Most unexpectedly, ah; while the Eros Curse was most distressing to the initial generations, the subsequent generations acclimated to it rather quickly. Then, as fashions changed, the Eros Curse became more of a joke, really; dance mixes were made, memes;”"Excuse me?" Captain Hemsworth said, lifting his face from the floor."I mean, sure, the Eros Curse is still out there. It's just that it's just become something people live with. It doesn't take over our lives, but some indulge in it a little after the kids have gone to bed for the night. I mean, it's not really such a big deal. It adds a little spice to an otherwise boring life, you know?""Boring life?" Hemsworth repeated, rising to his feet. "Are you telling me that all of Priam just walks around, living life, thinking about; that?""Well, yes, but we are very grateful for all you and your crew have done for us. We express our thanks to all the crews of the ships we loaded up with uptight intellectuals that were determined to rid our civilization of; alternative thoughts. We have come here to present you and your crew with a commemorative plaque for all your;""Is this some kind of joke?" Hemsworth said, pacing around. "I've been trekking throughout the universe looking for a cure to your abhorrent lust-filled thoughts and now you just want to give me a plaque for a lifetime of sacrifice because you don't see a problem with your disgusting sticky existence?""Well, there's no need to kink-shame;” the assembly spokesperson muttered, "Honestly, you never wondered why they sent the most uptight assholes on the planet off on a vague 'mission' and never really asked for progress reports?""I don't believe this;” Hemsworth said, his eyes bulging, nostrils flaring. "We've sacrificed our lives for nothing???""Oh, I see where this is going;” Karen said to Holland, who seemed to be trying to assume a duck-and-cover position."How could you do this to us???" Hemsworth yelled."Use the diaphragm for projection, baby; you can do it;” Karen encouraged."I Want; To See; The Manager!" Captain Hemsworth yelled at the top of his lungs, causing a feedback loop to screech throughout the room. The last thing Karen saw before falling unconscious was the sight of every Priamite in the room projectile vomiting on each other. The stench was overwhelming.Karen's Humility.Karen lifted her face off the bathroom floor, overwhelmed by the stench. She brushed off a spare piece of toilet paper stuck to her face, as she tried to remember what had happened. Her lungs burned from what she slowly recognized as pepper spray. She gathered her purse and stumbled out of the stall and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red, and a bruise was swelling where her cheek hit the floor. She splashed some cold water on her face and wiped off the makeup that streaked in the process. This was Snookers; not Baker's Pie. She had just ripped a kid a new asshole for not having cobb salad on the menu. What was she doing with her life?Upon exiting the bathroom, she ran into Travis the Waiter, who looked like he had just splashed water on his face, too. Dread and unease filled his face upon seeing her before it was quickly masked into concern. "Oh, um; are you okay? Can I get you some ice for that?" he asked, looking at the bruise on her cheek."What? Oh, no, honey. I'm okay. I just fell," she said, before meeting his eyes and taking his hand in hers. "Travis, I'm so sorry about the way I treated you. That was awful, and I have no excuse. You didn't deserve that.""It's okay; it happens," Travis said, carefully."It shouldn't, though. I was wrong, and I'm sorry. Would you mind if I just gave you some cash to cover the meal and snuck out of here? God knows what that group of biddies will gossip about when I go out there like this," Karen said, gesturing to herself."Yeah, that should be no problem," Travis said, taking the money she offered. "Are you sure you're okay?"Karen nodded, "I'm fine. I've just got some things to do. You've got a sweet heart, honey. Keep listening to it."Karen swallowed nervously as she went up the walkway to the small suburban house. She hadn't called before coming. It was rude of her not to call ahead of time, but then again, she was pretty sure that her number had been blocked. She didn't know if her oldest son had gone "no contact" or just "low contact" with her, but she was pretty sure her daughter-in-law would threaten to call the police within five minutes of her ringing the doorbell. Nevertheless, when she got up to the door, Karen put her finger forward and rang the bell."What do you want, Karen?" Hailey's terse voice came through the doorbell."Oh; you got one of those camera doorbell things; that's nice;” she began, unsure of how to say what was in her heart without a face in front of her."What do you want?" Hailey repeated."Um; I wanted to talk with you;""The last time you wanted to 'talk' with me, you just wanted to see my kids while you criticized my inadequate housekeeping, my inept child-rearing, and my unattractive post-pregnancy body. So, forgive me if I'd prefer not to have a heart-to-heart, Karen," Hailey interrupted."You're right," Karen said, looking at the dark circle holding the doorbell's camera. "I did that. I did that. I have not been kind to you. When Cal Jr. brought you home, I was not welcoming. I should have been; because you deserved that. You deserved it because you made my son happy. You have made him happier than I've ever known him to be; and that's what I've always wanted for him. If you were just like me, if you did all the things that I obnoxiously told you to do; he wouldn't be half as happy as he is with you; just as you are. If for no other reason than my son's happiness, you have my gratitude. I'm sorry that I've wasted the chances you've given me to know you better. You're brave and confident and funny. Honestly, I think you're the person I wished I could have been at your age. I'm sorry for a lot of things but being wasteful; saying thoughtless things that hardened people's hearts; those are the things that I wish I could take back the most. So, um;” Karen said, checking her notes on her phone's notepad to make sure she got all the points she wanted, "that's pretty much it. Oh, and I put that chocolate mousse recipe you liked on this index card so you can make it, but feel free to call me if you can't read my writing; or if you, you know, ever need anything."Karen nodded at the doorbell and started back down the walkway toward her car, blinking back tears. She had wasted so much time, so many chances. She didn't know if there was a point in trying again now, but she had to. She wasn't getting any younger.As she reached the end of the walkway, she was nearly knocked over by two little bodies running into her and grabbing onto her legs. Tears fell freely down her cheeks as she bent down to pick up her grandchildren, kissing them until they tried to wiggle away. As they started simultaneously telling her everything they had been doing while she was away, Karen's eyes drifted up to the doorway where her pierced and tattooed daughter-in-law stood. "Thank you" Karen mouthed silently over her grandchildren's backs.Karen pushed open the doors of Forest Glenn Hospice Care, her bag stuffed with an array of items and went up to the front desk. "Karen Weaver. I'm here for Dana Stevens," she said.The new girl at the reception desk looked at Karen with quiet unease. "Um; Ms. Stevens has requested only visitors who have;" Karen smirked and lifted the wig off her head, revealing her clean-shaven head. "Oh! Great! Go right in," she said, relieved.The corridor of the hospice facility was peaceful and quiet; exactly the kind of thing the old Dana would hate. Entering her room, Karen looked for any signs that other visitors had been to see Dana but saw nothing. Dana was napping again, her face drawn and gaunt, but thankfully not in pain. Karen put down her bag in a nearby chair and took out a rolled-up electronic piano keyboard and unfurled it on a table next to the hospital bed. As she was on her hands and knees trying to find an outlet to use, she heard Dana clear her throat. "What the hell is that?" she asked, smirking as she nodded at the keyboard."Your afternoon's entertainment. I ordered it on Amazon; you should have seen the bitchy reviews. Reminded me of you. Mind you, I haven't played since Cal got rid of the piano when it didn't fit in the Brooklyn apartment, so you're in for a treat," Karen said, rubbing her hands together and moving her glasses on top of her head so she could see the keyboard controls."Calvin Carmichael in a Brooklyn apartment. My god. What was it that emptied the Carmichael family coffers after they stole you away from me, again?" Dana asked, her sunken eyes taking in every detail of Karen's face as she hovered over the keyboard."Bernie Madoff; cleaned 'em dry. His parents were ever so shocked when they had to sell their properties and move to Florida," Karen said. "They weren't poor; they had enough to retire, but; they were horridly middle class.""Karma's a bitch," Dana said, pushing back against her pillows to sit up more. "Kare; I'm so sorry I didn't talk with you when you came back to the apartment. I could have helped you; we both would have helped you."Karen's smile faded, remembering and wondering what might have been. Dana would have helped her, but she was certain Dana's help would be help to get an abortion; and then she would never have had the joy of knowing her grandchildren. Dean would have; well, it was impossible to know what he would have done, but he would have helped. "Well, consider this your punishment," Karen said, stretching her fingers. "Are you ready?""I'm on opiates, baby. Bring it on;” Dana said, a smile moving across her face.Karen's fingers moved across the keys, and at first, she was put off by the strangeness of the keys and the sensation of tapping on something flat instead of the feel of a piano. Then, memory took over and her hands remembered the dance. Years fell away as she was filled again with the joy of making music. She started with "Clair de lune," a gentle Debussy chosen to respect the frailty of her friend's condition.Upon playing the final chords, she looked up for her friend's reaction to see that Dana had covered her face with a pillow in an attempt to smother herself. "God, you're rusty. You used to be better than me. What have you been doing with those hands?" she complained."Raising kids; kneading dough; finding random women's' panties when I changed sheets on the bed," Karen said, ruefully."Should've jumped Dean while you had the chance;” Dana murmured.Karen bit her lips and closed her eyes. "Um; how; how is he?"Dana stared into Karen's eyes for a painfully long moment, then looked out the window, away from Karen. "Life; life wasn't kind to him. After I graduated, he moved back home to take care of Nana. He only came to the city to look after me, anyway. Living alone hardened him. I haven't seen him in years; not that I'd want to see what he's become. Sometimes you just need to let people go, Kare," she said, sighing sadly. "Anyway; I need a laugh. Show me how pathetic your Jerry Lee Lewis catalog is.""Yes, ma'am," Karen said, blinking back tears and starting into "Great Balls of Fire."The wind coming through the drivers' side window ruffled the inch-long cap of vivid red hair that had grown on Karen's head as she drove down the winding West Virginia roads that she hadn't seen in 30 years. The beauty of this place still softened and relaxed her as much as it had, oh so long ago. Despite Dana's warnings, Karen's heart demanded that she make this trip; and after all she had lost, she was determined to listen to her heart from now on, until she could no longer hear it.She frowned at her passenger and began coughing as a noxious odor swirled around, filling her SUV. She rolled her window down further in self-preservation. This was probably a bad idea; but after all these years of thinking things through and being sensible, she felt entitled to indulge in a few harebrained schemes."Country road; take me home; to the place; I belong; West Virginia; mountain mama; take me home; country road;” she sang, smiling as the wooded foothills rose up in the distance. The path became rough when she turned by the Stevens mailbox and began bouncing up through the woods toward the cozy home. Her passenger surveyed the woods around the vehicle with increasing excitement.Karen started doubting herself, though. It was ridiculous, the more she thought about it. All her emails had gone unanswered. The phone number she was given was out of service. Three decades had passed since she came here; why would he want to see a 50-something woman with an unflattering haircut and stretch marks just because he had fallen in love with the 20-something version of her? Would Dean even remember her at all? She ran through her plan again in her mind again. It sounded really stupid, now. At least it would let her make a quick exit if things didn't work out, though.She broke out in a cold sweat when the house came into view. It was just as she had remembered it, maintained well, but not changed. It was like a holy place, kept perfectly through the ages in reverence for what it represented.She pulled up to the house and parked. No one emerged, so she would have to go in. She would have to go knock on that door and see the unrecognition or even disappointment in his eyes. She needed to go tell him about his sister. Opening the door, she slid out and hopped to the ground and stretched her legs. Suddenly, a braying roar filled the air and a wall of fur launched itself from behind the house and came for her. "SIT!" Karen yelled. Her command, though impressive, appeared only to be a gentle suggestion to the monster that continued to charge her. "STAY!" Karen shouted. This recommendation also appeared to go unheeded."BUSTER, NO!" a voice from the porch yelled, and Karen couldn't help but stare at her first glimpse of Dean in decades. He looked wild. Wild hair, wild beard, a body that had to be formed by the wilderness, itself. Not a drop of civilization tainted the essence of this man; and it made her want to laugh and cry at the same time. Karen began walking toward him, completely forgetting about the fearsome beast avalanche coming to bury her. Dean jumped down from the porch and began running toward the flurry of fur and teeth that had bent its path upon Karen's destruction.A split second before Buster reached Karen, the passenger of her vehicle silently flew out, tackled him with a full-body slam and the two went rolling back from where Karen now stood next to Dean. The two tumbled, tearing up the grass and knocking over the woodpile in the commotion. Buster yelped loudly and jumped free of the massive shaggy-furred beast that was still intent upon teaching him some manners. "Judith, come!" Karen called, and with a final snarl at Buster, Judith returned to where Karen stood and sat by her side, still glaring to where Buster stood looking dumbfounded."Well, I'll be damned;” Dean murmured, looking at the still-cowed Buster in wonder."Girl dog privilege," Karen replied simply. "What is that thing, anyway?" she asked, nodding to where Buster now stood whining and trying to approach the growling Judith."Bernese Mountain Dog; Great Pyrenees; and probably a bit of German Shepherd;” Dean murmured, turning toward her. His eyes traveled over her slowly and boldly."Judith's Akita and Malamute; she was turned into the shelter because she always thinks she's right," Karen said. "That, and she farts something awful."

In this episode, Josiah Mackenzie explains the power of music for you and your hospitality business.Check these out for more: Could Sound Design Be Your Hotel's Secret Weapon? (Dr Michelle Ulor & Clay Bassford)Sunday Slowdown: A Bespoke Sound Takeover with Clay BassfordBespoke Sound on SpotifyHow To Use Music To Elevate Your Guest Experience - Clay Bassford, Bespoke Sound A few more resources: If you're new to Hospitality Daily, start here. You can send me a message here with questions, comments, or guest suggestions If you want to get my summary and actionable insights from each episode delivered to your inbox each day, subscribe here for free. Follow Hospitality Daily and join the conversation on YouTube, LinkedIn, and Instagram. If you want to advertise on Hospitality Daily, here are the ways we can work together. If you found this episode interesting or helpful, send it to someone on your team so you can turn the ideas into action and benefit your business and the people you serve! Music for this show is produced by Clay Bassford of Bespoke Sound: Music Identity Design for Hospitality Brands

While Jesus saved us from a life void of meaning with one that is holy and full, we tend to drift back to the familiarity of the empty life. Reminded of the high price He paid to rescue us from empty living, it is time to put an end to empty. 1 Peter 1:13-25 Speaker: Bryson Koch

Underground Feed Back Stereo - Brothers Perspective Magazine - Personal Opinion Database - Black People Be Your Own Resource RemindedBlack August Resistance Uprising against white aggression in Montgomery Alabama in 2023. Black People suffer in a place many are void of Self Awareness and Dignified Liberation. These project 2025 europeons stole the land by killing the natives of lands but not to share with the original inhabitant or those they enslaved. These tyrants are negative to the core and cant do good.  The fight is to know what an oppressor is and how a system operates from this oppression. The euro colonizers designs all the laws to neglect BLACK People from benefiting from the Land. The Black people are enslaved property on stolen land not able to benefit from the life they live! The payback for such atrocities can never be forgiven. Its the mind you must maintain against colonial genocide. This also happens with the endless rejection letters from art galleries etc. No respect to you! Sound Art? Black People Dont Benefit from Slavery! Tune in to these educated brothers as they deliver Personal Opinions for Brothers Perspective Audio Feedback #Reparations #diabetes #75dab  #WilliamFroggieJames #lyching #basketball #nyc #fakereligion #war  #neverapologize #brooklyn #guncontrol #birthcontrol #gentrification #trump #affirmitiveaction #criticalracetheory #tennessee #stopviolence #blackmusic #marshallact #music #europeanrecoveryprogram #chicago #sense #zantac #rayygunn #blackjobs #southsidechicago #blackart #redlining #maumau #biko70 #chicago #soldout #dei #equality #podcast #PersonalOpinionDataBase #protest #blackart #africanart #gasprices #colonialoppressors #undergroundfeedbackstereo #blackpeople #race #womansbasketball #blackjesus #colonialoppression #blackpeopledontbenefitfromslavery #Montgomery #alabama #foldingchairs #blackrussianjesus #gaza #brothersperspectivemagazine ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠#art #slavery #MUSK #doge #spacex #watergate #thomasjefferson #project2025⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠brothersperspective.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠undergroundfeedbackstereo.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ feat. art 75dab

Steve Noviello is joined by Payton May, Steven Dial and Tre G to discuss 'collecting' items from restaurants, overuse of commas in LinkedIn posts, and how Steve may or may not have been the kid in school who reminded the teacher to give homework.

Easter Bunny Kill! Kill!: A developmentally-disabled teen lives with his mom, loves Easter, loves bunnies. His mom is dating a guy who, in addition to being a murder, is also just generally a prick. When mom's not around, he's abusive to the kid. He also enjoys the company of sex workers. While he believes Mindy, the mom, is at work, he starts doing his jerk thing around town, when suddenly everyone in the movies starts turning up dead. Turns out, mom is killing off anyone who is mean or a negative influence in her little boy, just like she killed the boy's father. But wait! The dad didn't die! He's actually a person experiencing house-less-ness and hanging around the neighborhood. He also kills someone, and they re-connect over the experience. Happy little family.Easter Bunny Kill! Kill! final grade: Steve: Slow and dark. Many of the -xploitation elements were there. Thought the actors, especially Ricardo Gray, did a decent job. Not funny, but it wasn't supposed to be. Overdid some of the parts that were supposed to make you hate the antagonist. 1.0/5.0Brandon: I feel exploited by watching this movie. The crew were trying to make a movie that made you uneasy. They succeeded. Reminded me of a Hell Garden in Thailand. Not my thing. .85/5.0Cocktail of the Week:Gin Gin Mule1 3/4 oz London Dry Gin1 oz Simple Syrup3/4 oz Fresh Squeezed Lime JuiceGinger BeerFresh MintPut mint, syrup, and lime juice into a cocktail shaker. Add ice and gin. Shake to combine then strain into a Collins glass. Top with ginger beer. Garnish with a sprig of mint. Cocktail Grade: Summer in a glass. Truly delightful. Would enjoy many of these whenever the opportunity presents itself. 5.0/5.0------------------Contact us with feedback or cocktail/movie recommendations to:boozeandbmovies@gmail.comX: @boozeandbmoviesInstagram: @boozeandbmoviesThreads: @boozeandbmovieswww.facebook.com/boozeandbmovies

Host of Glenn and Reeta on 105.7 The Fan Reeta Hubbard joined the show to discuss local sports. She touched on the Orioles struggles of late, Corbin Burnes comments about potentially signing with Baltimore in the offseason, Justin Tucker potentially showing up to OTA's, and much more.

This week Christine and Barbie tackle a frequently asked question they hear when they are speaking to parents about music practice. Links in this episode:  Sign up to attend Christine's session for teachers on Friday, April 11th at 9am pacific all about holding parent-teacher conferences in your program HERE Barbie Wong's Website: Barbiewong.com Join the Musical Nest Community, hosted by Christine & Barbie HERE Transcript & Blog Post for this episode  

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This episode features a 7MS Cinema collaboration with audio producer Isaac Gehring. After years of chasing a dream in New York, Aaron looks back on the unlikely connections and formative moments that shaped his journey—including a family tie to a professional character actor many of you have seen in films over the last few decades. But when a chance reminder from Henry Winkler jogs a long-buried memory, he realizes there's something important he's been putting off for too long. *We're creating bonus 7MS-themed content delivered to your inbox, but only exclusively for 7MS listeners who sign up for our quarterly newsletter. https://www.7minutestoriespod.com/newsletter *Want to watch one of Aaron's free live storytelling lectures? The Storytelling University *Dive deeper into the 7MS Universe and connect with Aaron on... Instagram IG Threads YouTube Story created & performed by: Aaron Calafato Senior Audio Engineer: Ken Wendt Additional Vocals: Cori Calafato  Resident Artist: Pete Whitehead  Original Music: thomas j. duke Content & Editorial Assistant: Brooks Borden Content Associate: Isaac Gehring

The changes we least want to make are the ones we need the most.And often we already know the answer to the question of “What diet changes do I need to make to see results?”…we just need to be REMINDED of what to do. We need to be reminded to take our ego out of the equation and go back to basics. Any eating We need to be reminded to Suck It Up Buttercup and do the hard habits that lead to results. That's why I'm going to start by telling you the change you need to make the most but will most want to avoid, and probably have even listed out tons reasons not to do like…It's restrictiveI don't want to be obsessiveIt's too time consumingIt's too hardI can't because I cook freshI can't because I eat out and travelI can't because I have a familyI can't because…You can probably come up with 100s of reasons why you don't need to do this and shouldn't have to…But guess what?All of those reasons haven't moved you forward toward your goals. They've held you back from making the change you need the most to see your hard work in the gym and your “healthy” diet paying off in the fat loss and muscle gains you want…Let's look at 4 diet changes that will FIX 93% of your problemsThe video version of this episode is live on youtube!

If your life feels all over the place right now, find comfort, direction, and guidance in the Word of God. -------- Thank you for listening! Your support of Joni and Friends helps make this show possible.     Joni and Friends envisions a world where every person with a disability finds hope, dignity, and their place in the body of Christ. Become part of the global movement today at www.joniandfriends.org   Find more encouragement on Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, and YouTube.

In today's episode, I talk about the horrors of guitar playing, kind of. I was reminded by the movie The Exorcist that often people put on bravado about how scary something is, whether it's a movie or their struggles with the guitar. People often downplay how much they practise, how hard they find it.   It's important to be honest if you're struggling and it's hard. That honesty goes a long way. If you open up to people that you find it difficult, they're more likely to do the same, or they can share some advice with you. It's important to lose the bravado and stop downplaying everything. It doesn't help anybody.    If you enjoyed this podcast, you can get my free “guitar secrets” video course which will help all beginners or those who are “stuck”. Get the course for free, exclusively at - https://fingerstyle101.com/secrets/   Like this episode? Your reviews for this podcast mean the world to me, so please let us know what you thought about the Acoustic Asylum!

Because we know God will judge all who persist in their sin and unbelief, we must be willing to heed his warnings and hold fast to Him in the faith and holiness which save. I. We need to be Reminded about God's Judgment v 5aII. Three Examples of God's Judgment that Serve as Warnings for Us vv 5b (1) Exodus: God's Judgment falls on would-be believers who do not continue in faith v 5b (2) Angels: God's Judgement falls on those who reject His creation order and go their own way v6 (3) Sodom: God's Judgement falls on those who persist in sexual immorality and perversion v 7

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Sermon: Be Reminded and Remember: Living Our Lives in Light of the Promised Return of ChristSpeaker: Pastor Tom WilsonText: 2 Peter 3Date: January 5, 2025...

Wolf and Luke ask what playoff game reminded them of the Arizona Cardinals and discuss the possibility of the Phoenix Suns trading for Nick Richards. 

As we step into a new year, Wendy reflects on what 2024 brought her - wisdom she hopes will help you embrace the new year with intention and SOUL. In this episode, Wendy shares powerful insights inspired by her journey this past year—wisdom nuggets that will help you navigate life and business with greater agility, presence, and joy. This 6-minute flash episode will invite you to let love in, protect your peace, and move through life with the grace of fairy wings. You'll leave feeling inspired, grounded, and ready to welcome a year full of growth, connection, and fulfillment! Get VIP Lifetime Access to the Ticket To Freedom Virtual Learning ReTREAT & Gift Giveaway here: >>> Ticket To Freedom

Today, We Are Reminded of the Genealogy that Isn't Just a List of Names; It's a Testament to God's Faithfulness Throughout History MESSAGE SUMMARY: As we journey through Advent, we're invited to explore the profound lineage of Jesus Christ, tracing His roots from Adam to the Messiah. This genealogy isn't just a list of names; it's a testament to God's faithfulness throughout history. We see how God worked through imperfect people - from Rahab to King David - to bring about His perfect plan. This reminds us that our own flaws and failures don't disqualify us from being part of God's story. As we reflect on this lineage, we're challenged to consider our place in God's ongoing narrative. How might God be using our lives, with all their complexities, to further His kingdom? Let's embrace the truth that in Christ, we too are part of this grand story of redemption. TODAY'S AFFIRMATION: Today, I affirm that, because I am in Jesus Christ, God is working His will in my life. (Philippians 2:13). “I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.”. (Philippians 4:14). SCRIPTURE REFERENCE: 1) Matthew 1:1-17 - This passage contains the genealogy of Jesus Christ as described in the sermon, tracing from Abraham to Jesus; 2) Luke 3:23-38 - While not directly mentioned, this passage provides another genealogy of Jesus, tracing back to Adam; 3) Ruth 4:18-22 - This passage mentions some of the names in Jesus' lineage, including Boaz, Obed, Jesse, and David; 4) 2 Samuel 12:24 - This verse mentions Solomon's birth to David and Bathsheba (referred to in the sermon as "Uriah's own wife"); 5) Matthew 1:18-25 - These verses describe Joseph taking Mary as his wife and the birth of Jesus; 6) Luke 1:26-38 - This passage describes the annunciation to Mary that she would give birth to Jesus; and 7) John 1:41 - This verse refers to Jesus as the Christ (Messiah). A WORD FROM THE LORD WEBSITE: www.AWFTL.org. THIS SUNDAY'S AUDIO SERMON: https://awtlser.podbean.com/ WEBSITE LINK TO DR. BEACH'S SERMON VIDEO: www.AWFTL.org/watch DONATE TO AWFTL

Today, We Are Reminded of the Genealogy, Leading to Jesus Christ, which Stretches from Adam to Jesus and Revealing God's Intricate Plan for Your Redemption MESSAGE SUMMARY: As we journey through Advent, we're reminded of the profound lineage that leads to Jesus Christ. This genealogy, stretching from Adam to Jesus, reveals God's intricate plan of redemption woven throughout history. We see how each name in this family tree, from Abraham to David to Joseph, played a crucial role in God's grand narrative. This reminds us that our own lives, however ordinary they may seem, are part of a greater story. As we reflect on this lineage, we're challenged to consider our place in God's ongoing work. How might our faith and actions today contribute to His eternal purpose? Let's embrace the wonder of being part of this divine storyline, recognizing that the birth of Christ is not just a historical event, but the culmination of generations of faith and the beginning of our own spiritual journey. TODAY'S AFFIRMATION: Today, I affirm that, because I am in Jesus Christ, God is working His will in my life. (Philippians 2:13). “I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.”. (Philippians 4:14). SCRIPTURE REFERENCE: 1) Matthew 1:1-17 - This passage contains the genealogy of Jesus Christ as described in the sermon, tracing from Abraham to Jesus; 2) Luke 3:23-38 - While not directly mentioned, this passage provides another genealogy of Jesus, tracing back to Adam; 3) Ruth 4:18-22 - This passage mentions some of the names in Jesus' lineage, including Boaz, Obed, Jesse, and David; 4) 2 Samuel 12:24 - This verse mentions Solomon's birth to David and Bathsheba (referred to in the sermon as "Uriah's own wife"); 5) Matthew 1:18-25 - These verses describe Joseph taking Mary as his wife and the birth of Jesus; 6) Luke 1:26-38 - This passage describes the annunciation to Mary that she would give birth to Jesus; and 7) John 1:41 - This verse refers to Jesus as the Christ (Messiah). A WORD FROM THE LORD WEBSITE: www.AWFTL.org. THIS SUNDAY'S AUDIO SERMON: https://awtlser.podbean.com/ WEBSITE LINK TO DR. BEACH'S SERMON VIDEO: www.AWFTL.org/watch DONATE TO AWFTL

Dorian Thompson-Robinson led a hapless offense yesterday, which reminded Andy Baskin of the 0-16 Browns.

Have you ever found yourself frustrated when things don't go as planned, wondering why all your hard work didn't lead to the outcome you expected? In today's episode, I'm sharing a perspective shift that's been hitting home for me lately: it's not about avoiding setbacks or striving for perfection—it's about how we respond to the challenges and learn from them. Join me as I share why the journey, with all its twists and turns, is where the real growth happens and how we can stay present and find value in showing up, even when the path feels unpredictable.

Mike Hoss interviewed Saints executive vice president and general manager Mickey Loomis on the Saints Hour. Loomis recapped the Saints' 14-11 victory over the New York Giants. He shared his thoughts on Derek Carr's injury, Kendre Miller's return to action, and Bryan Bresee's ascension in his second NFL season. Loomis also previewed the Saints' challenge against the Washington Commanders.

Mike Hoss interviewed Saints executive vice president and general manager Mickey Loomis on the Saints Hour. Loomis recapped the Saints' 14-11 victory over the New York Giants. He shared his thoughts on Derek Carr's injury, Kendre Miller's return to action, and Bryan Bresee's ascension in his second NFL season. Loomis also previewed the Saints' challenge against the Washington Commanders.

Jim from Film Rage joins Nicole and Ryan to talk about John Crowley's 2024 film, We Live in Time. The score is handled by Bryce Dessner (The National, Big Red Machine), and this is Dessner's 2nd score for 2024, the other being for Sing Sing, which was released earlier this year. Dessner's non-traditional score is very front and center in this non-linear romance film.(Pre)Order the soundtrack here:Chapters0:00:000 - 04:22/259 Show / Guest Intro04:22.260 - 12:34.674 Bryce Dessner Bio / Initial Soundtrack Thoughts12:34.675 - 25:59.154 Thoughts on We Live in Time25:59:155 - 38:13:526 Bryce's work with the National vs this score 38:13:527 - 52:20:787 The Film Rage Review of We Live in Time and Critiques52:20:788 - 58:09.034 Needle drops and the soundtrack supervisor58:09.135 - 1:01:50.061 Odds and Ends1:01:50.061 - End: ClosingFor More info about Film Rage:Website: https://www.filmrageyyc.comTwitter: https://twittter.com/filmrageyycInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/filmrageyycPlease support Soundtrack Your Life on Patreon! Receive quarterly bonus episodes and ad-free episode downloads!

In light of how a TikTok creator posts a video admitting she spent every penny she raised in the name of helping Mica Francis' family on booze and her mortgage... investigative journalists Mandy Matney and Liz Farrell — and attorney Eric Bland talk about how the laws need to change to hold people accountable for this type of true crime fraud and how to protect yourself from getting scammed in these seemingly well-meaning fundraisers for victims of crime. We also talk about the release of Eric's new book, “Anything But Bland” and its reception on social media. Plus the Jamie Lee Komoroski case goes to trial this week in Charleston County. Jamie Lee is accused of driving at three times the legal limit for alcohol — while going 65 mph in a 25 mph zone — and crashing into a golf cart carrying a couple coming back from their wedding reception in 2023.  At the end of the episode, EB walks us through selected segments of his book. And Premium members get a special segment about the state of social media. 

And I am forever bummed by the fact we still don't have a physical release of Tetris (and likely never will), but that is neither here nor there. This week's episode starts off with Death Stranding shadow dropping onto Xbox, Astro Bot selling 1.5 million copies, and the Grand Theft Auto: The Trilogy – The Definitive Edition getting surprise updated on PC and consoles, before getting to what I've been playing with Metal Slug Tactics, Tetris Forever, Tinkertown, Selfloss, Vampire Hunters, Skater's Solstice, and Hannah. Anyway and as always, thank you for watching or listening, I hope you enjoy this here episode, and I hope you have a wonderful wonderful rest of your day. (And if you haven't already, or are a listener and not a watcher, please like, subscribe, hit the bell, and all that jazz; it may not seem like much, but it goes a long way in helping support the show and site in general. I would appreciate it greatly.)

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