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This special edition episode brought to you in partnership with EPICentre's Venture Women Progam is featuring Stephanie and Jillian founders of McCallum and Tiessen Development & Sarah Haefling founder of Elevate Podcast Co., with special guest host, Sydney Thompson from EPICentre.Stephanie and Jillian co-founded M&T development in the spring of 2021 with a vision of expanding the options available for affordable housing and socially responsible development.  The pair had worked together for nearly a decade in the not-for-profit Sector and were motivated by the number of seniors they seen who were living in deteriorating houses with few affordable alternatives beyond long term care homes.  Stephanie and Jillian had been successfully renovating, renting and investing in real estate for many years and realized that they had the passion and the skill set to expand their work in this area.  When Jillian set off to find a builder to build a coach house for another business she owns hosting short term property rentals she quickly discovered that the local market didn't offer many turn-key options for this type of a small build.  At the same time, Stephanie was pursuing courses to become a registered home builder in Ontario so that she could expand her opportunities from house flipping to include land development and new builds.  As women managing jobs and family priorities the two overcame many challenges to make their passion a reality.  Tune in to hear more about their story. Sarah Haefling founded Elevate Podcast Co. in January of 2021. After launching and hosting her own podcast, Made it Happen, in May of 2020, the podcast had grown rapidly and gained a lot of traction, which led to many amazing partnerships and sponsorships, along with being ranked in the Top 40 Entrepnureship Podcast in Canada. Through Made it Happen, Sarah found a true passion for podcasting and wanted to help other business owners and entrepreneurs launch a podcast of their own.  After being approached by many individuals, she saw the real need for this kind of service in the industry, as it continued to grow quickly. With her background in Business in Marketing coming in, she officially launched her business earlier this year and looks forward to what is to come with Elevate Podcast Co. Resources:McCallum and Tiessen DevelopmentWebsite launching in late July at www.mccallumandtiessendevelopment.com Facebook: @mandtdevelopment  Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mccallum.tiessendevelopment/Join one of their upcoming information sessions to learn more about Additional Dwelling Units and the pricing and design options for their small home models.Elevate Podcast Co.www.elevatepodcastco.com/www.instagram.com/elevatepodcastco/www.linkedin.com/company/elevate-podcast-co/Made it Happenmadeithappenpod.com/www.instagram.com/madeithappenpodcast/www.linkedin.com/company/made-it-happen-podcastEPICentre Venture Women Programwww.epicentreuwindsor.ca/epic-venturewomen

Episode Notes The Last Taibon by Rob Fields Buy the new "Babysitter Massacre" book! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08P4ZF9LG/ Get Cool Merchandise http://store.weeklyspooky Support us on Patreon http://patreon.com/IncrediblyHandsome Support Weekly Spooky by donating to their Tip Jar: https://tips.pinecast.com/jar/weekly-spooky Contact Us/Submit a Story twitter.com/WeeklySpooky facebook.com/WeeklySpooky WeeklySpooky@gmail.com Music by Ray Mattis http://raymattispresents.bandcamp.com Produced by Daniel Wilder This episode sponsored by HenFlix.com For everything else visit WeeklySpooky.com Transcript: It’s dark, the middle of winter, and it’s a fucking blizzard. I’ve been walking along this highway for a while now, keeping tight hold of my Reebok Pump basketball shoes. I suppose I take great joy in knowing that I’m walking around in the elements half-naked and barefoot, and am actually quite comfy. Also, I’m fucking soaked from all the snow. I’ll have to take my clothes off and let them dry when I can find a place to take shelter. Not the first blizzard I’ve walked through, and it won’t be the last.  It’s about an hour before I finally see the lights of what appears to be a tavern. I turn and walk across the snowy parking lot and past several covered cars. I’m sure there’ll be people inside waiting out the storm. But I’m wondering if a certain motherfucker named Richland Jillian will be inside.  I open the door and walk in. Of course this fucking place is going to be filled with men. They all look at me, some gawking that I’m dressed like a slut, while others are probably wondering how long I’ve been out in the blizzard like this. And, no, I don’t see Richland Jillian in here. Might as well have a drink before I head back out. Not a single motherfucker in the place says anything to me as I make my way to the bar and sit on a stool.  The bartender slowly approaches me. “Can I . . . help you?” I point to the bottle. “I’ll take that Fire Water – all of it.” He just looks at me. “All of it?” I dig into my tattered jean shorts and pull out some money. Then I slam it onto the bar. “Did I fucking stutter?!” The bartender takes my money and hands me the Fire Water. No asking me for an ID, which is how I like fucking it. After popping the spout off and draining the hot cinnamon liquor, I slam the bottle down and see the looks on everybody’s faces, especially the bartender’s.  “You, um, want anything else?” he asks me. I point to the unopened bottle of Jim Beam. “All of it?” Slapping the bar gets that bottle put right in front of me. I open it up and this time enjoy my drink. So delicious . . .  Then, one of those motherfuckers finally decides to approach me. I suppose I’m always asking for this kind of fucking shit since I’m a blonde who’s wearing tattered, short denim shorts and an athletic top that’s only good for covering my small titties. Like I said, I look like a total slut. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to wear normal clothes for a very long time. And now . . . I’m pissed when a guy who looks like he could eat me whole puts his hand on my shoulder.  I neither hesitate nor look his way. “Hands off, motherfucker!”  He clamps down on my shoulder now. “Quite a mouth on you, little girl. Little young to be in here, aintya?” I almost swing my bottle to shatter it on his head, but I stop and remember that it’s Jim Beam. I take hold of his wrist and make him scream in intense pain. Then I turn around and give him a kick that sends him flying across the bar and smashing into the jukebox. Oh well, country music sucks major dick, anyway.  I turn around to see a few other so-called men bold enough to come at me. I have no problem picking one up and slamming him right through a table – one-handed. I grab the other one and throw him behind bar. He hits the back and falls forward. The rest of the motherfuckers quickly back away.  I turn to the bartender and grab him to me. “Nearest town!” He gulps when he sees my red eyes and points in the direction. “Strickfield! Five miles!” I let him go. “Thank you.” I pick up my Jim Beam and my shoes and head back out into the blizzard.  I’ve finished my Jim Beam by the time I cross into Strickfield. After dropping the bottle in a trash can, I walk around some more. Very few people are out in this blizzard. I do see a few cars on the streets, though. Then I see more bright lights and become excited. It’s a twenty-four-hour diner! Yeah, Denoyer’s Grill’s bound to have some good comfort food.   I walk into the diner and get the same looks as the motherfuckers back at the bar. The college boy behind the counter gives me that look. I hold up my wet men’s basketball shoes for him to see. Then I drop them to the floor and slip into them. The guy smiles. “You can sit wherever’s open.” I park my sexy ass at the counter. Minutes later, I get my order. Wow! Now this is a fucking burger! I pick up the huge burger and take a bite. Sure wish I had more Jim Beam to wash it down. The Coke will be just fine. The counter boy keeps stealing peeks at me. Can’t really blame him. Some of the other patrons in here are staring at me with contempt. Fuck them! I ask the counter boy, “You don’t have any booze in here, do you?” He shakes his head slowly. “Unlimited soft drink refills is the best I got, Miss.” I slide my empty Coke glass to him. “Fine.” After I get my refill, I slip my shoes back off and relax some more. The counter guy is still looking at me. “You’re probably wondering what my fucking story is, right?” “Miss, please refrain from using profanity,” he asks me. “We’ve got other customers in here.” I smile a little. “Okay . . .” I look at his nametag. “. . . Martin. Since you asked nicely . . .” Also, this guy’s really cute, pretty easy going. I think I kind of like him.   “What’s your name?” Martin asks.  I flash him a sexy smile. “Bella.” Martin finally answers my question. “Okay, Bella . . . I guess you could say I’m curious, yes. I mean, it ain’t every day that I meet . . . well . . .” “A hot little devil like me?” I finish for him. “I get it. I know I’m not dressed for that blizzard outside – far from it. I’m cold and wet all over. But when you’re me, things like blizzards and summer heat don’t really bother you.” “Um, you’re not on any kind of drugs, are you?” Martin asks.  I laugh a little. “I can drink all the booze I want and down a hundred ecstasy tablets. None of that affects me. Not when you’re not human.” Okay, fuckers! Here’s where you pay attention to what I’m about to tell you – and Martin, instead of wondering when I’m going to take my clothes off and fuck Martin’s brains out.  As I’m sure you horror freaks already know, I’m not a normal girl. I mean, come on . . . a girl like me who looks about seventeen or eighteen doesn’t just throw around big men like they’re pillows. And I certainly wouldn’t be walking around nearly naked in a fucking blizzard, neither. I’m what you would call a Master Vampire. Or maybe . . . a derivative of one.  My story begins around 1889. I came from Shore Village, which would years later become the huge megalopolis known as Shore City. I came from a family that was anything but normal. See, when you’re a Taibon, you’re forever fucked. Your life is tied to shit such as magic and the supernatural. You spend your whole fucking life training and fighting this shit. I actually started training under Gramps when I was about four.  Every day it was the same fucking shit. Up in the morning . . . breakfast . . . training . . . lunch . . . more training . . . dinner . . . nightly hunting . . . sleep. I was already a trained killer by the age of six – and the bitch that I am now. In other words, innocence lost. Even then, I found I was always having to compete with my older brother, Nicholas. It was always a motherfucking rivalry between him and me.  Nicholas was a good three years older than me. Still, he would prove to be a way better fighter than me. I’m not afraid to admit it. Still, he was always so sure of himself that he made it a point to prove it even to me. Probably why he always called me Runt. Still, I could be a pain in his ass, too. Gramps and Grams saw how vicious and clever I could be and called me Little Devil. Anyway, Gramps used our sibling rivalry to make us better fighters. Probably too well. I couldn’t tell you how many times Gramps had to break us up when we’d lose our shit and go at each other.  Anyway, Nicholas got to be so good at what Gramps taught him, that he was actually good at killing Master Vampires. Master Vampires are quite powerful and are many times older than your average garden variety vampires. The older vampires get, the more powerful they become. I don’t mind telling you that Master Vampires are harder than fuck to destroy. Still, Nicholas actually surprised Gramps out in the field by taking one down – by himself. He understood the vampire weaknesses much better than anyone in our family. The fact that Nicholas liked to face Master Vampires by himself didn’t sit too well with Gramps. Even I voiced my concerns. Of course, Nicholas didn’t want to hear me and let me know about it on no uncertain terms. It was shit like that that made me just want to yank his dick off and choke him with it.  So . . . Gramps started spending more time with me and working with me himself. Even though Nicholas continued to show his dominance out in the field, I had that gut feeling that he was asking for it. I mean, how long would his luck last? Remember that saying about how no matter how good you are, there’s always going to be someone else better than you?  That someone was Thornton Jillian, who was the worst Master Vampire the Taibon family had ever faced. Jillian was thousands of years old and had slaughtered many of our family, including my own parents. The Taibons were renowned for taking down the supernatural, but Thornton Jillian would prove to be the deadliest motherfucker we’d ever faced. In fact, he was the reason why I’m the last Taibon.  That fateful day came. Thornton Jillian attacked our property without warning. When Jillian subdued Gramps and me, Nicholas fought him and gave him one hell of a fight. It seemed that Nicholas was finally going to end him once and for all. The problem was that Nicholas got a little too overconfident. I knew that Jillian was someone you never let up on – even for a second.  Jillian attacked Nicholas the moment he saw the opening. Just like that, he tore my brother’s throat right out. Nicholas still managed to cling on to life, until Jillian ripped his heart right out of his chest. Then he turned on Gramps and me. He slaughtered Gramps with a simple swipe of his claws across his throat. Then he turned on me. He hurt me pretty bad, but he refused to kill me. In fact, I had to watch helplessly as he killed Grams, too. He left me alive to remind me of how easy it was to decimate my entire family, even rubbing my face in it that I was the last Taibon.  I could’ve just laid there and cried like I’d been raped. Thornton Jillian had greatly underestimated me. Through my injuries and pain, I forced myself to stand. I mean I was beyond pissed! All I could think about was how I was going to make that motherfucker wish he’d never been born.  So, I worked through my pain until I was fully healed up, training myself harder than even Gramps had ever trained me. I studied Grams’ magic books and made some potions to use in my upcoming fight. I trained and retrained, perfecting my skills. I mean, I’d been at it for months. Finally, my patience was burned. It was either Thornton Jillian or me.  I went out hunting for that motherfucker. I fought and destroyed one vampire right after another – anything to lead me to Thornton Jillian. I even met a Master Vampire bitch who hated Jillian as much as I did, but she swore she wouldn’t tell me where he was unless I let her take me to bed. Yeah, I was that fucking desperate to find Jillian. Her information paid off, and I finally caught up to him.  I challenged Jillian to one final showdown. He just laughed at me and told me to go back home, saying I should find a husband to serve and make babies with. But when he learned that I’d all but destroyed his tribe, he knew he had to take me seriously. He promised me he’d kill me quickly.  I was ready for the fucker and this time put up one hell of a fight. I wasn’t going to make the same mistakes Nicholas did in underestimating Thornton Jillian. Otherwise, the Taibon bloodline would be ended. I was the last one who stood between Jillian and his reign of terror.  At one point, Jillian slashed me just below my tits and injured me. I was bleeding out fast. It was now or never! If I was dying and going to hell, I was taking this motherfucker with me. I threw the last of my potions at him, which only slowed him down. He grabbed me and told me he was going to make a new tribe – using my womb. But I had one last trick up my sleeve.  I pulled one last vial of potion out of my long hair and threw it right in his face. I had to cover my own eyes as the liquid sunlight burned brightly . . . searing his flesh. He dropped me, giving me one last chance to strike. I kicked him backwards and into a tree. A branch, which worked as a thick stake, pierced his heart. This alone wouldn’t stop him, though. Not a Master Vampire! I needed to decapitate him too!  As I pulled out my knife, I had forgotten about underestimating Jillian. He grabbed me and pulled me right onto the sake with him. He told me that I would be his wife in hell. Knowing I would die soon, I made my last attack on Jillian. He was going to find out why my grandparents called me Little Devil.  I raised my knife and pressed it against his neck with all the strength I had left. I screamed like a fucking lunatic as I moved the knife like a saw and worked it through his neck, through the bone, and finally . . . the head fucking fell off! I slipped off the stake and fell onto my back. I was so badly hurt. I laughed as I relished my intense pain. I had finally done it! I had killed Thornton Jillian and avenged my family. Knowing that, I closed my eyes and prepared to meet up with Jillian in hell. I was only dimly aware of something dripping quickly onto my chest.  When I woke up, it was morning. I felt . . . fucking fantastic!  I sat up and saw that I was still wearing the tatters of my clothes. I saw I was completely healed up. Not even so much as a fucking scar! I growled with excitement and stood up to look at the headless corpse of Thornton Jillian again.  “Fuck you!!” I screamed at it.  Holy motherfucking shit! I just couldn’t help myself! I felt so! Incredibly! Powerful! The first thing I noticed was my arms and legs. I fucking had muscular definition. I mean, I really felt incredibly strong. I also realized that I could see much better than I ever had. What the fuck had happened to me?  I pulled Jillian’s body off the tree and started a blazing fire that burned his remains until there was nothing but ashes. As I watched, I felt that my clothes were just too . . . constrictive! I tore my jacket away and ripped tatters off my shirt. I kicked my shoes away and tore the legs off my pants. Anything to feel free. Half-naked and moaning in satisfaction, I turned and walked away.  I went back home and straight up to my bedroom to contemplate my next move. I was now the last Taibon. Everything was mine: the house, the greatly-vast family fortune, all of our tools against the supernatural . . .  And then I screamed when I saw the full-length mirror beside my dresser. “What the fuck?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I shot right up off the bed and straight to the mirror. “No, this can’t be!”  But it was! I had no reflection! No fucking wonder I felt so powerful! Did Thornton Jillian fucking sire me?! Suddenly, I realized something else! “It’s fucking daylight outside! How the fuck can I be a goddamn vampire?! HOW?!” I moved to the window again and threw open the curtains. The daylight washed over my body, but I wasn’t burning in any way. Then I opened the window and leapt out to the ground below, landing like a cat. I looked up at the bright sun. It actually felt wonderful. And then I felt the fangs growing in my mouth. I even turned my fingers into claws.  “How the fuck can I be out in the daylight?! NO fucking vampire can exist during the daytime – not even Thornton Jillian!” I yelled to nobody. Then I remembered the drippings I had felt before I passed out. I remembered that I was in a lot of pain from my injuries. And I finally understood! “FUCK!!” I screamed at the sky. “WHY?!” What happened? Thornton Jillian’s fucking blood had dripped and poured from his open neck and into my chest wounds – into my heart. Jillian’s vampire blood had fucking mixed with my pure Taibon blood – tainting me. But . . . Jillian never drank from me. He never once tasted my blood. I remembered that clearly! Yet, a large quantity of his blood dripped and poured into my wounds and turned me. I couldn’t cast a reflection or a shadow anymore, I felt so very wild, I was incredibly strong, and I could be in the daylight. And then I realized I was no longer breathing.  Even though I’d destroyed Thornton Jillian, he still had the last laugh. Or did he? I realized I could still feel my heartbeat. But vampires don’t have heartbeats! What the fuck kind of a vampire was I?! Through the many years that passed between then and now, I found that I would never age a single day. I would be seventeen forever. Ah, but you would think that I’d have to drink human blood in order to keep my youth and beauty, right? Nope! In fact, as soon as I felt my stomach screaming at me, I tried using my new fangs to drink from a murderer I found in an alleyway. One bite and two swallows later, I quickly shoved the fucker away and puked my guts up. The only thing that took that fucking awful taste out of my mouth was several roast chickens from a nearby inn’s open flame. I used to eat like a bird, but now I have one hell of a monstrous fucking appetite.  Over the years, I toured the world and found masters who could teach me in more ways to fight. One of them even taught me ways to reign in my libido, which also grew – much like my fucking appetite. Yeah, Thornton Jillian really changed my life, didn’t he? However, I am still a Taibon. My family’s mission has not – will never – change. I still hunt creatures of the night who would prey on innocent people. Taking down monsters, witches, and other vampires is so fucking easy now since I’m way stronger and far more powerful than they are. Having Thornton Jillian’s blood mixed with my own made me an instant Master Vampire. I guess I still have to answer that big question: Is this the ultimate fuck you to him . . . or for me?  Speaking of hunting supernatural scum, let’s get back to the present day. While telling my story to Martin behind the counter at Denoyer’s, I managed to wolf down five half-pound cheeseburger platters, complete with fries, lots of Coke refills, and even two whole strawberry-rhubarb pies. Oh, and one large order of onion rings. Both Martin and Denoyer himself watched skinny little me put all that food away. I think Denoyer was wondering if I was going to be able to pay for everything. Not only did I pay for everything, I even gave Martin a very generous tip.  And then I turn to see the motherfucker who was sitting by the door leaving. I get up to follow him.  “Hey, you left your shoes on the floor!” Martin calls out to me.  I glance over my shoulder. “I’ll be back for them.” I give him my sexy smile again. “And you.” I head back out into the blizzard. Sure enough, the motherfucker’s waiting for me. “You really didn’t think I’d fucking find you, Jillian? Please . . .” Richland Jillian is the younger brother of Thornton. Not quite a Master Vampire himself just yet, but he’s getting up there.  “Will you never relent, Taibon?” Richland yells.  I raise my hands, which are now claws. I even put my vampire face on. “Suck my dick!” Then I howl a battle cry and leap right at him.  It’s too fucking snowy for the people inside Denoyer’s to see the two of us fight it out. Richland Jillian has been dodging and evading me for a good year now. Every fucking time I’d catch up to him, he’d always use my need to save innocents to get away. He loves to call it my greatest weakness. But no . . . I’m a Taibon and that’s what Taibons do. But I’ve finally got this motherfucker right where I want him.  Richland is quite strong. He’s definitely a bigger man than what his brother Thornton was, though nowhere near as powerful. Remember, Thornton was a Master Vampire. Richland claws me, but I have one hell of a healing factor. When Richland realizes he can’t possibly win, he tries to escape.  “Nope! Don’t even think it!” I tell him. “NO innocents for you to throw in front of me this time!” He roars one last roar as he tries to slash my throat with his claws. But I see it coming a mile away. I snatch his wrist and punch him right in the chest – enough for me to break through his chest cavity and seize his heart. Then I pull it out and pulp the thing right in my hands. The body falls over, and that’s all she wrote. Just to make sure, however, I glare at the body and make it burst into flames. I’ve never been able to figure out how to change form, if I can even do that. I can, however, create fog or mist, command animals and insects, and even make fire appear.  When Richland Jillian is finally ashes and blowing away in the blizzard, I morph my face and hands back into human again. I move to the lake across the road from Denoyer’s and wash the blood off my arms and hands. When I’m finished, I turn and head back to Denoyer’s. I do have to reclaim my shoes . . . and a certain counter guy.  When I come back in, I see some nerdy librarian bitch talking to Martin. They both turn to look at me.  “Hey, you came back!” Martin exclaims.  “Am I interrupting something here?” I ask.  Martin shakes his head. “Not at all. I’m about done here, and my little sister came by to get me. This is Einstein. Her real name is Eileen.” I look at the librarian. “Ah, little sister. Of course you are . . .” “Wow! Were you really hanging around outside dressed like that?” Einstein asks in amazement.  “Still a free country, right?” I reply.  Then Denoyer calls out from behind the counter, “Martin! Sheila’s here now. She’ll relieve you shortly. Get home safely.” Martin smiles and looks at me. “Still want to come home with me?” I give him my sexiest smile again.  Martin’s sound asleep as I slip out of bed and put my tatters back on. I pick up my shoes and quietly slip out of the bedroom. Martin definitely satisfied me. Now it’s time to get the fuck out of Strickfield and move on to another town . . . another adventure . . . another malevolent motherfucker to destroy . . . “Now you weren’t thinking of just leaving my brother, were you, Bella?” a familiar voice calls out to me as I reach the front door.  The lights turn on, revealing the librarian, Martin’s little sister, Eileen Donnerly – Einstein.  “What the fuck were you doing, waiting up for me?” I snap. “I needed to get laid. I liked your brother. We both got what we wanted. No commitments. I’m gone.” Einstein gets right to the point. “My brother doesn’t just take anyone to bed. You must have been really special to him. I’m not going to let you hurt him like that.” I roll my eyes. “What do you want from me, Einstein, to wear his fucking ring?” Einstein folds her arms in front of her. “I want for you to stop running and settle down here. I want for you to be good for Martin.” She raises her eyelid. “I think we could even be great friends, you and me.” I laugh now. “What motherfucking planet are you from? I don’t live in Strickfield. I don’t even fucking belong here. I don’t belong . . . anywhere really.” “You’re a vampire, right?” Wow! Subtle, ain’t she? Before I can ask how she knows, she points to a nearby mirror. “Okay . . . So?” I roll my eyes again. “I didn’t kill Martin, okay? I don’t even drink blood. Nasty fucking shit!” “Oh, I know you didn’t,” Einstein says. “But . . . my big brother’s really into you. You’re staying, Bella. And on Monday morning . . . you’re coming to school with me.” Before I can tell her to go fuck herself, she quickly unfolds her arms and raises her finger. “You walk in the daylight, right? So it’s settled. You’re coming to school with me on Monday.” She laughs a little.  Now it’s my turn to fold my arms in front of me. “What makes you so goddamn sure that I’m coming to school with you?” I drop my arms. “Please, Einny, fucking enlighten me here . . .” She gives me a cute little smile. No, not the kind that says she’s got me right where she wants me. It’s the kind of cute little smile that belongs to a cute little face like hers. “Because . . . I believe the girls who are on the cheerleading squad at Strickfield High School . . . are also vampires. Maybe they’re not like you, but they are vampires. Possibly all six of them.” I raise my finger. “Let me stop you right there, Einny! As far as I know, I’m the only one who can walk in the daylight. How the fuck can these so-called vampire twats walk the halls and attend classes? Hello! Sunlight comes in through pretty much every fucking classroom window at a school.” Einstein shakes her head. “Oh, I don’t believe they’re like you, Bella. But they must be doing something to be able to walk around during the daylight. And I don’t think they’re wearing sunblock.” I nod in agreement. “There are very few ways vamps can move around during the daylight, but nothing they can do on their own. They need . . . outsides sources, if you will. And damn sure not fucking sunblock.” And . . . Einstein fucking smiles. The little bitch knows she’s got my attention now. “I’ll give you some of my clothes and shoes. I think we’re the same size.” I glare at her now. “If you’re fucking lying to me about this, Einny, I’m going to take you and offer you as a free meal to other vamps.” But . . . I can tell she’s not lying. I just don’t want to stay here in this fucking village is all. “Fine, I’ll go to school with you on Monday morning. Fuck!” Einstein smiles. “That means you’re also spending the rest of the weekend with us. Guess you’d better head back upstairs, then . . . Bells. Good night . . .” I give her a dirty look and raise my middle finger before I turn and head back upstairs. Martin’s awake when I enter his room again. Yeah, he knows I was about to leave him sad and lonely. I need to fix this – fast. I get naked again, climb back into bed, and we screw some more. Might as well occupy my time since I don’t really sleep, and Monday is several hours away yet. Support Weekly Spooky - Scary Stories to Keep You Up at Night by donating to their Tip Jar: https://tips.pinecast.com/jar/weekly-spooky Find out more at http://weeklyspooky.com

When Jillian watched Hayley Quinn’s TEDxTalk, “Searching for Love to Escape Ourselves,” she knew she had to have her on the show. So this week, Hayley joins us to share her thoughts on how to have a more fulfilling dating life, and tells us how she became the UK’s foremost dating coach. Guest Links:Website: https://www.hayleyquinn.com YouTube: http://www.YouTube.com/HayleyQuinnXxTwitter: @HayleyQuinn IG: @hayleyquinnx TEDx Talk: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmUayKnHWWMStart your FREE 7 day trial for Jillian’s App at https://go.jillianmichaels.com/WNt1rL7uyZSend us your brief question at jillianpodcast@gmail.comFollow us on Instagram @JillianMichaels and @MartiniCindyThis Week’s Sponsors:Download SOLITAIRE GRAND HARVEST for free (Apple App Store, Google Play, Amazon)RITUAL.com/JILLIAN for 10% off during your first 3 months

Are you ready to wake up to a life you love?Jillian Schecher is a multi-passionate joy coach, photographer, and brand partner empowering others to reclaim joy in work, life, and play. Jillian is a multi-passionate creatively applying everything she has ever learned to support others in reclaiming Joy so they can live, work and play in alignment. Her mission is to empower others to ignite their inner Joy Warrior so we can light up the world like a field full of fireflies. In this episode, Jillian dives deep into her story and explains how she navigates addiction. We are all on our own journey. It is up to each individual to choose their path. It wasn't until Jillian hit rock bottom that she was able to shift truly. Whether you are numbing or resisting, it can all be harmful. When Jillian hit rock bottom, she realized that it was a matter of living or dying. Jillian chose life and living. She was no longer willing to sacrifice herself for anyone else. There was a lot of people-pleasing involved – she drank down her feelings to make sure everyone else felt right. In this Episode: About Jillian Schecher [ 0:30 ]How Jillian navigates addiction [ 2:45 ]How we can go from feeling numb to having joy [ 6:00 ]About surrendering and finding our flow [ 13:00 ]How to find the right headspace [ 18:30 ]About aligning with joy [ 23:40 ]The challenges of becoming a coach [ 29:00 ]Hot tips for finding and keeping joy [ 36:00 ]Book recommendations [ 41:20 ]About The Joy Method [ 43:50 ]Instant Impact [ 51:45 ]Book Recommendation: Living Beautifully: with Uncertainty and ChangeLinks Mentioned: Website: https://www.styleyourlifepodcast.comInstagram: www.instagram.com/styleyourlifepodcast Jillian’s Website: https://jillianschecher.comMandy Trapp: https://www.anchormeditation.com/mandy-trappAbraham-Hicks: https://www.abraham-hicks.com Living Beautifully: with Uncertainty and Change 7 Ways To Feel Better Now Introducing – The Joy Method™Follow Jillian Schecher· Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jillianschecher/· Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jillianschecherstudio/· Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.ca/JillianSchecher/· LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/jillian-schecher-88906412/

When Jillian and her husband first got together, they never seemed to be on the same page when it came to finances. Arguments ensued, but they found the solution. Jillian walks you through this simple solution to couple money arguments: the fun money account.

Jillian Yatsko is a change maker of the highest regard; Founder and President of the Hazel Foundation for Athletics, Founder of the Adaptive and Innovative Climbing Programs at Mesa Rim Climbing and Fitness Center, Course Instructor for Paradox sports and member of the USA Climbing Team. Through all of this, Jillian works through her own challenges with multiple sclerosis but refuses to affix the word “victim” to herself or others in her scene. A true example that tough times don't last but tough folks do. Born and raised in the northeast, at the base of the Appalachian mountains, she’s been an athlete from the beginning. Involving herself in classical dance, downhill skiing and rock climbing as both passionate dispatches and outlets for her vast stores of energy. As Jillian and I sat at Pure Brewing, drinking too many beers and sharing too many stories not fit for the podcast tapes, it could have easily appeared that the two of us were in competition to see who could attempt to frantically wave their arms and leap from their seat more times than the other! When Jillian and I met to record the podcast, she had just finished a full day at Mesa Rim in Mission Valley. In fact, moments before i walked in the door, she just wrapped up her coaching responsibilities with the adaptive climbing team. I assumed she’d be tired and perhaps low on energy. Maybe we’d need an evening coffee fix. Nope. No sooner had we said our hello’s and exchanged a big hug than we were bounding up the stairs towards the conference room. I have no doubt you’ll love getting to know Jillian in her words and on her terms. Through her sharp wit, trademark laugh and zest for life you’ll find a courageous human that people want to follow and learn from. You’ll hear how some dark times throughout her life have given her a rather pragmatic approach in how she handles the pain. This approach, this practical conceptualization of disabilities, has lead her here to the forefront of the adaptive and innovate athletics world. She lives how she coaches - when you step into your athletic space, you throw all the life shit away. You’re an athlete. You’re not a disabled athlete. You’re an athlete.

On today's episode of On The Spot, we sit down with Jillian Bullock, a filmmaker, president and CEO of Jillian Bullock Enterprises, a film and video production company based in Philadelphia. Jillian works to bring change through producing, writing, and directing shows that are empowering, educational, and entertaining. When Jillian was a child, her mother married a white man in the Italian mafia. Jillian and her siblings were the only black kids in their neighborhood and were surrounded by mobsters growing up. Her stepfather introduced her to film and they often watched movies together. His dream was the be a filmmaker, and Jillian took on that dream as her own after he passed when she was only 15 years old. Her mother eventually remarried, but her new husband was physically abusive. Jillian was kicked out by her mother and lived on the streets at the age of 15 after defending her. In order to escape homelessness, Jillian was forced to get involved with prostitution to get off the streets. After getting pregnant at 16, Jillian went back to Philadelphia, went back to school, eventually graduated from high school, and got a college degree. ”You have to have some resilience inside yourself to fight and come out of the depths of hell.” “There’s another side, and there’s reasons why people do what they do, so you need to explore that as a filmmaker. That’s what I try to do.” As a black woman, Jillian feels very fortunate as she has not experienced much discrimination as a result of her race in the film industry. She believes it’s because of the way she carries herself, and being surrounded by mobsters as a child greatly contributed to this. Jillian often tells women that they need to teach their daughters to be confident at a young age. Jillian recommends that women get mentors as it made a world of difference in her life. She learned the ins and outs of what was necessary for her to become a successful reporter. Jillian also watches many videos and looks up to motivational people, especially people who have struggled and lived a rough life. She sees how they overcame their struggles and built their own empires and learns from them. People should look up to people whose experiences resonate with them. Key takeaways: ”Life is hard, but the thing is they have to find a path that works with them, meaning that they need to associate themselves with people who are positive and who can uplift them. And they have to get rid of people that are negative distractors, and haters, and people who are not supporting them. And that can be your family members. It could be your spouse. It could be whoever. You know, to me life is too short. It is just too short to be going through life unhappy and just not living your fullest potential and being successful and obtaining your greatness.” ”Just the fact that you opened your eyes and you’re breathing, that’s a great thing, a thing to be grateful for.” ICYMI: Check out our daily newsletter and podcast Four Minutes With On The Dot! Not subscribed? But like, WHY? Subscribe today (https://signup.onthedotwoman.com/) and join our #girlgang. Looking for more inspiration, advice and direction? Subscribe to our daily email newsletter and podcast Four Minutes with On The Dot where we provide you with the tools and motivation you need to get out there and be the badass babe you were meant to be. Sign up here! Tune in next Thursday when we sit down with Brooke Waupsh, Co-founder & CEO of Swoovy, a new mobile dating app. We are focused on your success, so let us know what you think by chatting with us at @onthedotwoman on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook. We’d love to hear your voice! Special Guest: Jillian Bullock.

Can a thriving business begin with one laptop in a local coffee shop? Jillian Weston started her own company, Jillian’s Circus, only five years ago in just that way. Jillian’s Circus is an online marketing company that has grown to include more than one hundred businesses and individuals who work with Jillian’s marketing managers, sales staff, and web design team to build their own success stories. Jillian trains her staff to use traditional values and new-age technology to promote her clients in creative ways across the internet. Jillian’s passion for creating a better community by hiring local people to do the marketing for local business owners is reflected in her company’s many successes. Her enthusiasm for her staff and clientele is infectious and several of her staff have been with her from her first tiny corner desk in a rented space to her beautifully appointed store front with room to grow. Jillian’s Circus has won awards in the categories of Best Boss and Best Social Media Agency on Long Island two years in a row. Her involvement in the community as a board member of the Rockville Centre Chamber of Commerce, member of the Oceanside Chamber of Commerce, and her active participation in prominent networking groups inspired her to start her own networking group, The Unicorns. The Unicorn Network, a rapidly growing organization designed for entrepreneurial millennials, was established in 2016 by Jillian who serves as the President and CEO of the board. The Unicorn Network began with a small group meeting together to plan social events and professional workshops. The Long Island chapters in Nassau and Suffolk Counties include more than 200 members and just this month, Jillian launched a Unicorn Network in Manhattan. The connections her members make with other Unicorns give them the unique opportunity to expand the reach of their own clientele with other enthusiastic business owners. Jillian’s Circus reaches out to the community by contributing to charities including the Inn in Hempstead and Bethany’s House and participating in events that raise funds for worthy causes. In addition to rigorous training programs for new employees, Jillian teaches instructional classes in schools, community centers, libraries, and corporate settings. She is a judge for projects designed by DECA students on Long Island and she mentors high school and college students, which often leads to part and full time employment in her company. Jillian Weston’s educational journey included serving as both her high school and college theater stage manager. She spent a semester abroad in England, traveling extensively in Europe. Her role as president of her college sorority gave Jillian the chance to hone her leadership skills and to jumpstart a new university activities club called NSA, helping college students connect in an environment of inclusiveness and safety. Jillian graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Business and Hospitality from Fairleigh Dickinson University in 2011. When Jillian is not in her office, she spends her time with family, friends and the occasional travel opportunity. She enjoys bowling, kick-boxing, mini-golf, and planning special events for her networks and her staff. Website: https://www.brutallyhonestpodcast.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/brutallyhonestpodcast/?hl=en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Brutallyhonestpodcast/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/Harrison_Baron Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/brutallyhonestpodcast

What we cover: “If you don’t take a chance, you haven’t got a chance.” – Jillian Murray  Actor Jillian Murray is an awesome example of someone on her authentic path. She knows where she wants to be, and she’s not deviating from it. One of the stars of the People’s Choice nominated CBS medical drama Code Black, Jillian’s star is shooting skyward and beyond. When Jillian and I met at the sweet little cottage I was renting in LA, she brought someone with her, and that someone was her longtime beau, South African native Dean Geyer. Millions of fans would know him from his time on Australian Idol and then – for Aussie listeners – from his time on the TV series Neighbours. Since his move to LA, he’s been a regular fixture on series like Glee and Terra Nova he appears in Shades of Blue with Jennifer Lopez. Jillian and I were sitting at the table in the kitchen and Dean was on the couch in the livingroom. It was open-space, and occasionally we’d be talking about something and he’d yell in. So finally about half way though, I said: “Dean, pull up a chair.” And I’m glad he did, because they’re a dynamite couple and they had great banter, and it was really cool to get two perspectives on the same career and its journey. Like how they feel about auditions for one. Spoiler alert: Jillian loves them, Dean … not so much. If you have yet to tune into Code Black, please do. The cast is insanely impressive. Rob Lowe, Marcia Gay Harden, Luis Guzman. If this cast had to bring in their combined hardware, there wouldn’t be a shelf big enough. Oscars, Emmys, Tonys, Screen Actors Guild – and these are the people who Jillian gets to work with. One of the reasons I love to interview, and have loved interviewing since I started writing for magazines 15 years ago, is what I call the opportunity to “peek through the portal” – the chance to stick your head into someone else’s life and swivel neck around. And that was what this conversation was like for me. It was truly behind-the-scenes. What’s it like to get the call that you’re going to be a series regular on an all-star cast? What are the days and the hours like? (This is a medical drama, and Jillian, as the confident, almost-arrogant, self-assured Dr Heather Pinkney, is expected, on top of learning actual script lines and all that goodness, to master actual medical jargon and procedures.) (Side note: She’s a self-professed suture-queen as a result. She will challenge anyone to a suture-off.) All told, it’s an industry that is hard work, long days, and not as glamorous as we may think. (Despite getting to work one on one with Rob Lowe.) This is one person’s journey – and I love that she shares so much of her story with us. And you know what? So does Dean. Really, Dean could’ve shown up and just been this random, awkward presence, but instead he was awesome. Dean and Jillian, you guys deserve all the success that is surely coming your way.