Taos christmas eve service

You're Welcome for My Service

2018.12.25 16:25 You're Welcome for My Service

A sub about that one military dude who loves getting attention for his service.
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2024.05.19 16:04 APCleriot My Family Isn't In The Family Photos

What’s in the closet, Kirsty?
He knew I hid a secret.
I smiled, tried to look confused.
He waited, crossing his arms.
I worried that he'd already seen. He had.
What else could he think about the pile?
His wife’s a cheater. She has another life. Another husband. Children.
He’d never believe the truth: I’m not a cheater; there’s no other life; no other man; I don’t know who the children are who visit me at night.
But I did have a secret. And maybe it’s fair to say another life, even if was smaller and against my will.
I should have destroyed those frames, burned the photos within. Now it looked like I saved them, cherished them. The truth couldn’t be farther. I feared to touch anything to do with… whatever they are…with one exception.
“It started last Halloween,” I said to George, my husband, my real husband.
He stopped packing for a moment, working out the impossibility of this statement. “I’m taking the girls to my parents.” He resumed the tossing of shirts, pants, etc. into our big suitcase.
“It’s true,” I said, but weakly. The children in the picture are at least six and four respectively. They were born six months ago.
“They’re not… my kids,” I said of the boys in the photos. They’re not kids is what I almost said.
George stopped and squeezed the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. “Kirsty,” he said slowly, “there are baby pictures. I saw them.”
“That’s-”
He quickly raised his finger, exasperated, angry, done.
“The first picture is you holding a newborn, and…” He swallowed painfully, his throat gone dry. It always does when he’s upset. “And the father in that picture, with his arm around you, isn’t me.”
When I couldn't deny it, he nodded like he knew all along our marriage would end.
We were happy. We really were. George and I had managed to overcome the typical breakdown that often comes with raising children. Only since last Halloween had distance been made by me.
I should have told him as soon as it started.
“Girls!” he called as I followed him down the stairs to the front hall of our lovely home. We’d scrimped and sacrificed to buy and keep this place, our dream by the lake. He’d been so proud. I couldn’t tell him I wanted to leave the first night sleeping there.
Cara and Ella protested through play, ignoring the adults, continuing to jump on an old box they’d long since flattened. Rays from the western sun placed my daughters into an inspired, hallowed light, and I started to cry. He was going to take my babies away.
George opened the door, intending, I’m sure, to drop the suitcase in the car before returning to physically carry the girls out.
But he hesitated in the doorway.
“George?”
The suitcase fell with a solid thud on the floor. “There’s no way,” he said.
“What?”
“There’s no way,” he said, with emphasis on the last word, “you would have had time for…this…”
Not defining "this" as cheating was progress. “Yes!”
He glared, quieting my desperate enthusiasm. I wasn’t off the hook. “Tell me. The truth.”
“I can’t.”
He reached for the suitcase.
“No, not because I don’t want to,” I protested. “I don’t know what’s happening!” I sat on the carpeted steps and stared through blurred vision at my trembling hands. The shriek I’d filled the house with - “happening!” - had put a halt to the box's obliteration. Cara and Ella hesitated for a few seconds before leaping into action.
Cara, the oldest, six, punched her dad in the buttocks. “You have to be nice!”
Ella, four, sat beside me and patted my trembling hands. “It’s okay, mummy.”
Such lovely daughters. Nothing like the boys in those photos when they were this age.
George grasped Cara's wrists and gently walked her back into the house, using his foot to kick the suitcase from the swing of the front door.
"It's alright, girls," he said with weak resolve. "Go and play."
"No!" Cara shouted. She kicked at her father and he pulled her close into a bearhug. Gradually, the girls calmed and were convinced to return to the box in the front room.
"Kirsty," George said, "you have to tell me." He sat down on the step beside me. "Please." I would do anything to take away the hurt in his eyes. "Please."
"I can't. But… I can write it down. Maybe." I took out my phone. We shared Google Drive. When I made a new document, he reluctantly started his phone. The man was a dream. He watched his screen, and waited patiently for my words to appear.
Without preamble, I returned to the awful moment when it all began: a strange and disturbing dream. Words came like an infection from beneath a torn scab. The wound had been opened. Nothing could stop this now.
Sex with another man has never been a desire of mine. I love George. He loves me.
Plus, the man in my dream was a stranger, and not particularly handsome. He has a plain face set to unwavering boredom and unkempt male pattern baldness. Our dream sex felt obligatory, just something we had to do.
I awoke on the wrong side of midnight. November 1st and I was craving ice cream instead of the girls' gathered candy. The freezer left by the previous homeowners came with unopened ice cream. Freezer burned or not, I wanted some.
After retrieving a spoon from the kitchen, I intended to destroy a brick of neopolitan. He waited in his flannel pajamas, barefoot on the concrete floor. His arms were crossed.
"Cravings?" he said.
I dropped the spoon. It clattered down the basement steps. Before I could run away, he disappeared like someone had erased him from head to foot in one clean sweep.
Had to be a dream. That's what I told myself. The spoon stayed in the basement until daylight. Ghost or nightmare, there was laundry to do the next day.
I crossed the concrete floor fast and only felt safer when I'd closed the door to the more modern laundry room. Never thought builder's grade tiles and track lights would make me feel anything but sad.
His voice caught me sorting.
"Kirsty!"
I dropped the cup of detergent all over the floor.
"Shit."
I came out of the laundry room, figuring George had been looking for me in uncharacteristically rude fashion. He hated speaking between rooms. Shouting throughout the house was highly impolite. It must have been important, I figured.
As soon as I stepped onto the bare concrete, however, deep sadness, the kind that seems to physically leech the strength from your body, dominated the room.
"Hello?" I don't know why I said that. The basement is a low ceilinged rectangle. There are no hiding spots except for the laundry room I'd come from. After a deep breath, I walked briskly to the stairs.
"Any day now," a raspy voice breathed into my ear. I jolted and slipped forward, falling and clipping my chin off a step. It made my teeth click painfully. Nobody there, of course. I ran upstairs and George had gone outside with the girls to play hide and seek.
I wanted to tell him. He looked so happy. It's hard to convey in words the kind of smile he showed me through the window. Imagine contentment mixed with unreserved joy and hope. Yes, it's difficult to picture. So few of us can ever have such a moment. Sort of like finding a natural view completely untouched by humanity. Beyond rare and precious.
I’m rambling now to avoid writing about what followed. The point is I couldn’t tell him. I hoped it’d go away and stop.
But, of course, it didn’t, and things got much worse.
I awoke in a great deal of pain. Having already given birth to children, the feeling was familiar. Despite getting up and gasping, George continued to snore in our bed. He’s a deep sleeper, but a quick and early riser. I’ve never heard him complain about getting out of bed either, especially when there’s an emergency.
I might have woken him up but I was disoriented and confused. Part of me believed I was still pregnant with Ella. It wasn’t until I’d gone all the way to the kitchen to avoid waking up the girls, that my brain caught up: Girls. Plural. Ella was asleep in her bed upstairs.
“Ohhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiit.” I knew the signs of labour. This couldn’t be happening. “Ohhhhhhhhh.”
I was definitely going to wake everyone up if this continued.
My phone was upstairs by my bedside table. We don’t have a landline. I should have called 911. I should have woken up George.
Instead, I went downstairs where I could vocalize pain without disturbing anyone. Such a pathetically passive response. But that’s how I was raised. Keep it down, don't you frown.
His hands seized mine as soon as I descended the last step. Serious and bald without dignity is how to best describe his physical appearance. Cold and cruel is what he is. The lights turned off and, in the perfect darkness of the basement, he was all that I could see.
He produces a red light from his body somehow but his touch is literally frosty.
"Kristy, it's time," he said. No joy there. Just straight facts. Something was coming. I was going to give birth to it. In the dull red glow of his being, the first boy came.
"His name is Hadad," the man said, placing a large, infant boy with a lot of hair and, I swear, a hint of beard, on the bare concrete. Hadad looked like a three month old they use as newborns on TV. He didn't cry. He hardly seemed to breathe as his dark eyes roamed the darkness. His light resembled the man's, a less intense red.
I felt another contraction, and winced.
"She comes next," the man said.
I felt so weak. "Who are you?" I asked him.
At last, he smiled and I wished he hadn't. It made me feel small, insignificant, and beneath his concern. "You know who I am," he said. "I'm your husband."
Pain wracked my entire body. Something didn't feel right. The birth of Cara and Ella had been without difficulty.
"Push," my "husband" ordered. "She is upset with you, and will kill you if you don't get her out now."
"It has to be a nightmare," I told him. Sweat poured in streams down my face. The unborn "she" in question writhed and damaged my insides. I screamed. I couldn't help it.
"Push!"
I obeyed and the second boy spilled onto the bare concrete, coated in blood and dust.
"It's a boy," I said.
The man looked displeased. "The body is male. She is Hebat. No wonder she is angry." Like the other infant, Hebat appeared aware of her surroundings and had far too much motor control for a newborn. The light pouring from her body was dull silver. Her eye sockets were two pits of concentrated despair. I had to look away.
The babies were pressed into my arms.
The man stretched out beside me. "Open your eyes and smile." I resisted. "Do it. Now." What choice did I have? The flash from his cell blinded me. They were all gone by the time my sight recovered. Only the sweat remained as evidence of the ordeal.
It had to have been a hallucination. Some very bad food poisoning maybe. The source could be as simple as an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. I had been stress eating since we'd moved in. I stood up and took some comfort in a Charles Dickens' reference.
"More of gravy than of grave about you," I said. My words seemed consumed by the dreadful weight of the air. "Whatever you are."
Whatever you are: something bad in any case. At best, I'd hallucinated prolonged and traumatic labour and needed medical attention. Yet, when I limped up the basement stairs, all thoughts of waking George vanished. There on the kitchen island sat a propped frame containing the photograph taken only moments ago.
The man looked happy. Only Hadad appeared in this picture, which meant another one was somewhere. I didn't panic. I worried more about what George would think if he saw the photos. I had to find them all.
Hebat and his father and I were mounted in a dark wood frame by the master bedroom. It'd be the first thing anyone saw if they woke up. I plucked it off the wall and, together with the first photo, tucked it under some blankets in the dresser we'd shoved in the small walk-in closet.
You might not believe this, but I went straight to sleep after. I climbed under the blanket in my sweaty pajamas, shut my eyes, and didn't have enough time to deny what had happened. I was unconscious until morning.
George placed a coffee on my nightstand. That's what I remember. He rubbed my feet while I slowly awoke. The girls were watching TV downstairs, munching on apple slices. There was forty minutes still before we had to seriously consider getting ready to take Cara to school.
George would drop her off on his way to work downtown. He chose his hours and always chose convenience for his wife and kids. Ella and I planned to spend the morning gardening. Then we would nap much of the afternoon away until George and Cara returned. A life so perfect is so very rare.
I didn't want to spoil things with a very convincing nightmare. Besides, I felt fine. Not so good that I wanted to look in the dresser to see if those photos really were there, but not ill. So I remained silent again.
November started fine. Idyllic days and nights filled with laughter and joy and television. Just as I started to believe in the dream we'd made, they came again.
The wail of a child's hunger is a powerful call for a parent. When it's a chorus, even of two, it cannot be ignored. Only I awoke to Hadad and Hebat's cries for their "mother" from the basement.
Half asleep, I drifted into the kitchen and searched for their milk bottles. When no bottles could be found, I remembered they were newborns. Milk swelled in my breasts and made my nipples ache. Just like when Cara or Ella would awaken in the night. It was a relief to feed them.
But what the fuck was I doing?
I was acting like the man in the basement and the devil babies were mine. It'd been less than a week since Halloween and that horrible nightmare illusion. I had already taken on the beleaguered newborn mother role without question.
Their cries intensified and flayed the weak resistance of exhausted reasoning.
Don't wake George. Don't wake my babies, my real babies.
"What took you so long?" the man critized, his voice monotone, the question unrhetorical.
"I… was sleeping. I went to the fridge first." Under his severe gaze, I stopped in the midst of the dark room. Hadad had quieted. Hebat cooed as if laughing at her own joke. I couldn't see them because the lights were off. They liked the dark better. Somehow I knew that about them and him.
"You should sleep down here," he said. "A mother should always be close to her babies."
The statement was nonsense but not altogether wrong. I wanted to be close to my babies, the daughters sleeping in bliss upstairs, away from the evil fermentation in the basement.
"Kirsty," he said. "Are you listening?" His hand touched the small of my back. The gentleness surprised me. I squawked and flinched away. "What’s wrong with you? They're hungry." He pressed on my shoulders until I sat on the cold floor.
They came from the shadows, already walking. I wanted to go, but I knew he wouldn't allow it. He pulled my cat t-shirt off over my head and their fierce mouths suckled, relieving the pressure of excess breast milk quickly. It felt physically good and psychologically alien.
I looked down at them once and immediately regretted it. Their emanated light had intensified to a point where perception of them hurt.
Each time I blinked my eyes were drawn to some isolated part of their bodies. The vision got closer to the point of disgust. Everything is gross if you're close enough. There is no beauty under a microscope. If you think there is then you're not using the right magnification.
Hebat's eye drew me in. At first, I saw the dark sphere, and then the strands of her eyelashes. Her gravity kept pulling until the creatures that live in eyelashes were revealed: Demodex folliculorum. I looked the microscopic horrors up.
The babies had more parasites than any child should. They wanted to show me and could somehow do so.
I asked him about it. "Why are they showing me these worms?"
He smiled, contemptuously as usual. "Trying to impress mother. Neither of them understand your horror and insignificance. You are the ant who knows they're an ant. Lucky you. They think you will be proud of the life their corporeal forms produce and host. Give them a few hours. It will pass."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm not sure what you mean. We're married. Now, prepare to smile." His cell reappeared and I noted the lack of features; it might have been a singed rectangle of spent firewood. He frowned when I failed to smile. "Smile, Kirsty. These are your children."
I managed to stave off the tears and hold the babies close. The smile was more difficult. In the inevitable aftermath of their sudden disappearance, the frames depicted an exhausted, wrinkly woman smiling painfully. It took a second to recognize myself.
The things in the basement sapped my strength. I looked dehydrated, beleaguered. The scale in the bathroom said I'd dropped six pounds. I'd weighed myself the morning before.
"Whoa, you've lost weight," George noted, thinking I'd be pleased. "This place has been so good for us, eh?'
To produce another smile proved as draining as the previous night. "Y-yes," I stuttered too late for him to ignore.
"Hey," he said, touching my forearm.
I flinched.
"Whoa, you okay? What's wrong?"
I should have told him. "Nothing. Bad sleep. A nightmare. I'll be fine."
A lie is an agreement. George wanted to agree, I think. He wanted life to be fine because he was happy for once. We struggled so hard before we came to Bridal Veil Lake. It was supposed to be our dream.
Guilty if I told him the truth. Guilty because I didn't. I began to resent his happiness, though he had done nothing but be the wonderful man he'd always been.
To Cara and Ella I became a body in motion, No brain left to guide them away from harm or answer their questions about nature and the universe.
"I don't know." That's what I told them often.
So they began to treat me like a kind of butler.
"Can I have some juice, please?"
"Sure, sweetheart."
"Mommy, can I have a snack?"
"Of course." And I'd run off to fetch it.
"Cookies."
"Yes, dear."
When Christmas came, I had two and they induced the same level of joy. Visiting the basement to feed and nurture Hebat and Hadad became a nightly occurrence. I'd learned to awaken, if I could get to sleep at all, and go quietly.
He berated me severely if I missed a night, and there were subtle threats made casually.
"I may have to squash you yet," he said, his tone as deep and cold as always.
"It won't happen again," I promised. "They’re getting big." In fact, they were no longer infants. Both had grown to the approximate age of six or seven in a few months. Still, they never spoke. Their dark eyes watched me as they ate food from the kitchen upstairs, food I'd hidden from my family.
"More meat," the man demanded.
"Of course." And I ran to the freezer and gave them frozen sausages in the package. They never complained or demanded the food be prepared a different way. No objections from my "husband" either.
Hebat tore the styrofoam and plastic wrap away and flattened the row of sausages stuck together between powerful molars. Hadad contented itself with licking them like a popsicle.
I'd stay until the photo. Then they'd release me by vanishing. Always with an exhausted breath, I'd trudge up the stairs and search for the frames and hide them in the same place.
They only smiled in the pictures. At no other time did they express any kind of emotion unless indifference counts.
My own children and husband weren't doing much better. Their concerns about my fatigue and ruminating slowly ceased as I repeated the excuse: I’m just tired. It'll pass.
Of course, I did not know when the nightmare would stop.
"When will it end?" I asked him one night, while Hebat and Hadad exercised like they had a mission.
"What do you mean?" he said.
I was surprised he answered. He usually didn't. "This. This. When can I go back to normal and not come down every night? I'm so very tired."
He frowned and I thought some punishment must be coming. Instead, he looked more confused. "I don't understand. You aren't happy? Your children grow into power and strength and will take their place in the world. They will be great and you - you, of all the tiny things, made that happen. Ask yourself what you want out of life, and see if Hebat and Haddad aren't your answer."
Too many words, all at once, for an exhausted mother. I didn't speak for the rest of the night. The infernal trio vanished, and the latter moments of the ritual I carried out with his challenge in mind.
I want my children to be strong, happy, and safe.
"Juice," Cara demanded the next morning, a Saturday, while she watched cartoons.
"Get it yourself!" I hissed, from tired to angry in a second.
"But I can't," Cara accurately pointed out. She didn't look away from the TV. Looking at me wasn't safe, and she knew it. Her and Ella held hands and sat a little straighter. It broke my heart. What had I done?
George came downstairs, attracted by my shouting. "What’s going on?"
Empathy became sadness, and the constant burden rekindled to anger swiftly. "Just children treating me like a servant."
He smiled. "Ah, yes, and how are the royal princesses this morning?"
His levity irked me. "You would know if you didn't sleep in so much."
The smile vanished from his face, and instead of the fight I seemed to want, he mumbled a quiet apology and joined the girls. They climbed onto him as he wrapped them into a cuddle.
"What are we watching?" George restarted his smile, his calm, for the girls. I hated myself. It had to end. Tonight.
After another dreary day of going through the motions, and the girls and George had fallen asleep, I went to the kitchen and chose the knife I thought sharpest.
"Kirsty," he said, his voice a whisper rising from the depths of the house.
"Coming," I whispered back.
"Mom," said another voice, a girl's, and I knew that Hebat had, at last, found herself and the wholeness of her being had been corrected.
I started to cry. I went downstairs and there she was with her brother and her father. He looked tired but some of the grimness had cracked to allow the first real contentment I've ever seen him express.
"Is that for the cake?" he asked. "We already have one."
I remembered the sharp knife. "Meat," I said. "There’s ham in the freezer."
He nodded, seeming to accept the answer.
"Mom," Hebat said, "Do you think I'm…" She gestured to herself, her face, and her body, and I understood the question, born from doubt and a desire to be validated.
I pulled her close. "You are the most beautiful girl in the whole world." We cried together. Hadad cut into a poorly made, asymmetrical cake by the light of his aura. No one cared that he did so on the floor. I brought out the ham from the fridge and we ate slices with our hands.
"It's almost done," he said. "They’re nearly grown. They are strong, and they are happy. You've done a good job, Kirsty." He watched our children fight to smear icing on each other's faces. "I'm sorry if I was mean. Or cold. I've never done this before." And he meant raising children. "It was the hardest, scariest thing anyone can try. I shouldn't have blamed you for… Hebat… It wasn't your fault."
Before I could pat his hand, he and the kids vanished. Darkness so familiar couldn't extinguish a new fear. I went upstairs and found the last frame. I held my daughter in the photo, my beautiful Hebat. He must have taken the photo without my notice.
I took it upstairs but couldn't bring myself to hide it.
I didn't see that one, George wrote into the document.
I forgot he was watching.
He typed again: Are you saying there is something in the basement?
Yes, I replied.
He stirred in the living room. I hadn't moved from the stairs, but I could tell by his stomping how angry he'd become. All of his negative, violent traits he saved for those in the world who would harm his family. George the Protector was fearsome to behold.
But he had no chance against my other husband.
"Come out! Come out you coward!" George bellowed. At first, nothing happened. The moment before calamity, even when the specific consequences aren't known, is still in slow motion. He carried on shouting. The girls rushed into the hall and didn’t hesitate to investigate.
"No!" I shouted. "Cara! Ella!"
Their feet padded down the steps. A violent commotion followed, screams and raging voices, both deep and childishly shrill.
The most unsettling quiet followed.
I chewed through the fear and the horror tearing me apart and finally moved.
No evidence of violence could be seen from the top of the stairs. The concrete looked bare and dusty and the light revealed nothing more. They were gone, all of them.
"Hebat," I whispered. "Cara? George?"
Him, I thought of, the nameless husband and felt no hint of his presence. He'd always been there. I know that now. It had nothing to do with the house. His absence was felt more than his insidious presence. Yet, I felt no relief. George and the girls were gone. I sat on the floor and cried for all my missing children.
When I finally emerged from the basement, the whole house had been filled with night. Their photos were everywhere. The others were upstairs. I gathered them on the kitchen island. How could I explain any of this to the police?
I needed help. I called my parents. It took twenty minutes before my father picked up.
"Kirsty? What's wrong?"
"Dad," I whimpered. "George is gone. Cara. Ella."
"What? What did you say?"
"They’re gone, dad. George. The girls are gone."
I heard his bed springs protest as he rolled out of bed. My mom said something I couldn't hear, and he shushed her.
"Kirsty," he said, "are you alright? Are you hurt? Are you in danger?"
Why was it so hard to understand? "Dad. George is gone."
"Kirsty, who the hell is George?"
It was my turn to be confused. "He's my- you know him. My husband…"
"Kirsty," he said very slowly, "are you on drugs? Did you take something?"
"No. Are you?"
"Excuse me?"
I hung up.
I have their photos. I have all of their photos. That's what I brought to George's parents before the sun rose. They wouldn't open the door and spoke to me through an intercom.
"George is gone," I said.
"We'll call the police."
"This is your son. These are your granddaughters."
I heard my mother-in-law say, "Who is she?"
"We don't have a son," my father-in-law said. "Go away."
I left.
Back to the house. Our dream sat empty and I live there, but none of the people in my family photos are my family.
I remember but the world never does. My parents think I'm ill and that I used AI to create the family I apparently never had.
How did I buy the house without a job or income? With deep concern for my mental health, they showed me a news story. I had won the lottery the day I turned eighteen.
His influence there, payment for services rendered.
A lie is an agreement.
What had I agreed to? I'm afraid I know the answer: I never wanted a family.
God help me. God help them.
I don't know what to do with these pictures.
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2024.05.19 15:30 xiaolii [H] Lots of Games [W] Trade for Games or Paypal (EU)

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I'm primarily looking to trade for games from my wishlist, otherwise I am also open to selling them. I am not interested in games I already have and all games I'm getting are for me and activated on my own account. Other than that feel free to offer your list of Steam games and something I may not have and fulfills my criteria I could/would be willing to trade for it/them.
If you're either trading or buying please state the game(s) you are interested in and your offer (game(s)/list/price).
 
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I kindly ask of you is to be reasonable when making offers to make it a fair trade for both of us.
Let's have a good exchange/trade!
 
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2024.05.19 15:30 xiaolii [H] Lots of Games [W] Trade for Games or Paypal (EU)

Last Updated List: 19/05/2024
 
I'm primarily looking to trade for games from my wishlist, otherwise I am also open to selling them. I am not interested in games I already have and all games I'm getting are for me and activated on my own account. Other than that feel free to offer your list of Steam games and something I may not have and fulfills my criteria I could/would be willing to trade for it/them.
If you're either trading or buying please state the game(s) you are interested in and your offer (game(s)/list/price).
 
Info:
 
I kindly ask of you is to be reasonable when making offers to make it a fair trade for both of us.
Let's have a good exchange/trade!
 
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2024.05.19 15:10 Cazzyen Should I take advantage of Tesla .99% APR

Hello,
Recently my Volvo xc90 2007 has reached her breaking point and I’m considering purchasing a new car. I work in financial services making 70k/year, my rent is $750/mo + 200ish for utilities, no previous car payment, insurance was about $70/mo and only one ($3000 student loan) in my name, 750 credit score. I was initially searching for a new car a year ago but it was very expensive to buy a car last summer. In my search for a new car, I came across the Tesla .99% Apr deal for the model Y, which is very attractive considering I would probably get around 6-7% for any other loan. I plan to finance a car and would like to get something that will be reliable and that I can get a good deal on. The other car I considered is the VW Taos, but have not heard good reviews. For the Tesla I would only put $3.5k down and be looking at around $600/mo car payment, probably around 14-1500 for insurance every 6 months. Should I try to take advantage of this deal, or do you think it is too great of a financial burden to bear? Any other cars/deals for consideration? Thanks.
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    • Explore entertainment traditions associated with Boxing Day. Investigate the types of shows, performances, or cultural events that take place on this day.
  10. Boxing Day and Public Holidays:
    • Research how Boxing Day is recognized as a public holiday in different countries. Explore the legal and cultural aspects of this holiday, including its significance in terms of time off from work and public celebrations.
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2024.05.19 14:53 lovelystones I had a dream my grandma handed me a baby

Hello! This is my first time posting here. It’s not very often that I have intense dreams or even dreams that I remember. The only other dream like this one I’ve ever had was the night before my grandpa passed, I had a dream he was healthy at home and I was hugging him and asking how he got home and that I was so happy he was okay. He didn’t say anything he just smiled and hugged me back. It was so real I could smell him. In the morning I woke up and learned that he had passed through the night.
Onto the dream I came here to talk about. My grandma passed away this past Christmas Eve, coincidentally enough also her birthday. I didn’t have a similar dream to the one I had about my grandpa when she passed. A couple nights ago, I had a dream I was with my family and she was there. No one else could see her but me and she was holding a baby. I kept asking her who the baby was and where she got it from. She didn’t say anything to me, but she got up and handed me the baby. I looked down at the baby and when I looked back up to her, she wasn’t there anymore. In real life, my grandma lost her second born child when she was only 2 to leukemia. This baby looked practically identical to her.
I’m getting married in September on my grandparent’s wedding anniversary. About two weeks before my grandma passed, she asked me when I was going to get married because she wasn’t going to live forever. She passed very suddenly. My fiance and I have been going back and forth on if we want to have kids. Could this have been my grandma telling me I’m pregnant? Telling me we should have kids? Telling me she’s with her baby again? I have no idea. I’m scared to take a pregnancy test.
I’m not sure what I came here for. Just to share or possibly to have people pressure me into just taking the pregnancy test. My grandparents were a huge part of my life and this is just really sticking with me. Sorry if this is a jumbled mess of a post! I’m just a little shaken up by the whole thing.
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2024.05.19 14:13 GPTSportsWriter Dallas Mavericks VS Oklahoma City Thunder Recap 2024-05-18 20:13:51-04:00

Dallas Mavericks VS Oklahoma City Thunder Recap 2024-05-18 20:13:51-04:00
Dallas Mavericks VS Oklahoma City Thunder Recap 2024-05-18 20:13:51-04:00

Dallas Mavericks vs. Oklahoma City Thunder: A Sarcastic Recap of NBA Showdown

In the grand scheme of things, the Dallas Mavericks and Oklahoma City Thunder's clash on May 18, 2024, was just another game in the 82-game slog that is the NBA regular season. But for those who tuned in, it was a rollercoaster of emotions, a display of basketball prowess, and a testament to the unpredictability of sports. Let's dive into the nitty-gritty of this epic showdown, shall we?

First Quarter: The Calm Before the Storm

The game tipped off with the usual fanfare, and both teams appeared to be sizing each other up like two prizefighters in the opening round of a heavyweight bout. The Mavericks, led by their European maestro, Luka Dončić, executed their offense with the precision of a Swiss watch, while the Thunder countered with the youthful exuberance of a team with nothing to lose and everything to prove.
As the quarter progressed, the Mavericks' offense hummed like a well-oiled machine, with players cutting to the basket and the ball zipping around the perimeter. Meanwhile, the Thunder seemed content to let their athletic guards attack the rim with the reckless abandon of teenagers at a summer festival.

Second Quarter: The Plot Thickens

As the second quarter unfolded, the Mavericks' shooting from downtown cooled off like a polar bear taking a dip in the Arctic. The Thunder seized the opportunity to close the gap, with their bench players stepping up like understudies taking center stage after the lead actor has come down with a sudden case of laryngitis.
The Mavericks' bench, on the other hand, seemed to be suffering from a collective case of stage fright, missing open shots and turning the ball over with the frequency of a politician flip-flopping on campaign promises. By halftime, the game was closer than a pack of sardines crammed into a tin can, with the Mavericks clinging to a slender lead.

Third Quarter: The Tides Turn

After the break, the Thunder came out with the energy of a toddler after a sugar rush, blitzing the Mavericks with a barrage of fast breaks and thunderous dunks. The Mavericks' defense, which had been as solid as a brick wall in the first half, suddenly looked as porous as a sieve.
The Thunder's star guard, who had been quieter than a mime in the first half, suddenly caught fire, draining threes with the ease of someone tossing crumpled paper into a wastebasket. The Mavericks' lead evaporated like morning dew under the scorching sun, and the Thunder took control of the game.

Fourth Quarter: The Grand Finale

With the game hanging in the balance, the Mavericks' coach implored his team to dig deep, and they responded with the determination of a procrastinating student pulling an all-nighter before a final exam. Dončić, who had been relatively contained by the Thunder's swarming defense, began to weave his magic, scoring and dishing out assists with the flair of a master chef adding the finishing touches to a gourmet meal.
The Thunder, however, refused to go quietly into the night, fighting for every rebound and loose ball with the tenacity of a pack of hyenas challenging a lion for its kill. As the final minutes ticked away, the game was as tight as the lid on a jar of pickles that's been stuck for years.
In the end, it was the Mavericks who emerged victorious, with Dončić hitting a step-back three-pointer in the waning seconds that was colder than a landlord's heart. The Thunder's valiant effort was not enough, and they were left to ponder what might have been as they trudged off the court.

Final Thoughts

So there you have it, folks, a game that had more twists and turns than a rollercoaster at Six Flags. The Mavericks may have won the battle, but the war is far from over, as both teams look ahead to the rest of the season with the hope and optimism of a child on Christmas Eve.
As for the fans, they were treated to a spectacle of basketball that had everything: drama, excitement, and a reminder that in the NBA, anything can happen on any given night. And isn't that why we love this game?
In conclusion, the Mavericks and Thunder put on a show that will be remembered for its intensity and nail-biting finish. The Mavericks' resilience and Dončić's heroics were the difference-makers, but the Thunder's heart and hustle deserve a tip of the hat. Until the next time these two teams meet, we'll have the memories of this game to keep us warm on cold winter nights.
Note: The statistics and player performances mentioned in this recap are fictional and for illustrative purposes only, as no specific data was provided.
References:
Unfortunately, as this is a fictional recap based on a hypothetical game scenario without real data or sources, there are no URLs or APA references to provide. In a real-world scenario, one would reference specific game statistics, player quotes, and analysis from reputable sports news websites and databases.
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2024.05.19 14:09 --TheSkyLord-- My Experience with Missions

I had a strange relationship with deconstruction as my dad was trained at a university level to do apologetics. He was an LDS chaplain in the Army, and every night for scripture study, we got discourses on the nuances of our faith and justifications for every question we ever had. I didn’t swear until I was 18 years old, or drink caffinated anything until about that time as well, because it was never a matter of justification. It was what my family, my tribe, my people did, to go to church on Sunday, and to be worthy. I was senior patrol leader and assistant to the bishop if that clarifies who I was. I didn’t have “God will reveal it in due time” parents. I had “Here’s the answer, here’s contemporary discussion about it. Here’s some reading material if you want to learn more” parents, except for they were wicked smart, and had biased conclusions.
I was called to serve in the Mexico City East mission. Shortly before opening my mission call, I broke up with my girlfriend at the time. i left BYU-I and went home to prepare. I received my endowments after lying to my stake president about my worthiness to enter the house of the lord. I came clean, and he threatened to not let me go out for a year because I was unclean. The prick made me talk to a therapist to be cleared for the mission field. The therapist had a brain and let me go out. When I was giving my mission farewell speech, I wrote it to include the teachings of many religions in it. I had drawn inspiration from the 13th article of faith “We believe all things, hope all things-“ and wrote a poem about how Adam and Eve related to the Resurection and Atonement of christ. My dad tells me the stake president was shifting in his seat like he wanted to pull me down from the pulpit. Prick.
The CCM was a pleasure to attend because of my district. The guys in my district there held a secret thanksgiving feast after hours when we were supposed to be in bed with food we had smuggled out of the cafeteria. We had look outs so we wouldn’t be caught by the patrolling teachers. My district was placed under surveillance because of politics against our spanish teacher who we could tell actually cared about us, and we were transferred into a classroom with one sided mirrors, and microphones hanging from the ceiling. An apostle came to speak to the entire CCM, and I thought we would get a chance to meet with him directly, or that he would be even remotely accessible in some way. He was kept away from us, separate and removed even though we had the same mission. I played a lot of volley ball, and got into shape enough that I touched the rim of a basketball hoop for the first time while I was there.
My first companion was a native speaker, and liked to spend the mornings in the cyber (Internet Cafe). He would make sure I was on LDS.org while he looked at softcore porn on instagram. We would spend hours there, and I was disappointed that this was the mission.
We went to a previous investigators house, and while there, we saw preparations for an animal sacrifice. These guys were putting alcohol, cocaine, and blowing smoke onto a white chicken, and placed in into a cardboard box with a bunch of black chickens. They showed us a room full of weapons, with blood and feathers strewn all over the floor. We noped the fuck out, and went home.
I requested an emergency transfer after spending most days in the cyber, watching my companion deface JW’s property, and being an all around dick to me by telling me how to shower and how to sleep.
For his replacement, the person that would help me with his bastion of knowledge, they gave me a white guy who spoke as much Spanish as I did because he was only a transfer further into his mission than me. They made this poor kid senior companion to me before his first transfer was over. Why? Because the kid was a workaholic.
The first thing this elder and I did when we got to our apartment was to pick up and leave to go to the house of a member who had just died. We sang at the wake. I sang in a language I didn’t know, for people I didn’t know, with a companion I didn’t know. We sounded pretty damn good. The elder began setting appointments with the non-believing family members during the service. I just sat and watched the mindless kids chase the family dog.
This elder skipped lunch every day, and made me do the same. We knocked every door in our area twice that transfer. One time, he got very sick, and was delirious out in the sun with me while we were walking. I made us go home for lunch that day, and he made me promise to wake him up after thirty minutes so we could get back to the Lord’s work. Three hours later he woke up, chewed me out for letting him sleep that long, and then begrudgingly thanked me for making him rest.
One time, while walking, this Elder expressed to me that he also had some questions, but he was afraid to share the details because he knew my own testimony was fragile. I pressed him for details of his plight, and he revealed to me the darkest part of church history that he had learned while we were in the CCM, that Joseph Smith had drank alcohol while in Carthage Jail before he died. Thoughts of Fanny Alger, of Mountain Meadows Massacre, and of my own mother’s rather recently implemented looser interpretation of the word of wisdom all flashed through my head. This guy was supposed to be my teacher? All I could do was express how sorry I was for his confusion, and told him to have faith. Heaven knew I couldn’t help him.
One night with this companion, it was storming hard, and the streets were flooded. This guy refused to let us go home. We climbed along fences to avoid getting our already wet shoes soaked, and waded through a foot of water to get to the doors that were slammed in our faces. There was a loose wire on a door bell, and when I rang it, I was shocked by the completed circuit the water made. Rejection after rejection piled up. Finally, my “senior” companion said that this was the last row of houses. On the last house of the last row, there was a family that was all deaf. The father opened the door, and was suprised to see us and didn’t know who we were. I remembered the sign for Jesus from my grandparents who started and ran the ASL endowment ceremony in the Saint George temple. The family was thrilled we knew the sign. When I asked if we could come in, the family politely waved goodbye and closed the door on our faces.
Another time when it rained, something fell into my eye. It was one of those freak nature accidents, and small enough that I couldn’t figure out how to get it out without a mirror. The thing stayed wedged in the corner of my eye for hours before we got home and I could finally get the foreign object out. Looking at it on my finger, I could see it was a small green spider. Days later, still in pain, I pulled what I can only assume was accumulated webbing from the spider that I’d crushed against my eyeball off of my lower eye lid. The pain stopped after that.
I bought a $500 camera. It was stolen within a month.
This Elder and I had the good luck before transfers to baptize two children. They would have been baptized anyways, so I didn’t do any actual converting, but I taught a few lessons, got in the water and did the dunk. Bucket list item, check.
I didn’t have enough time for laundry on P-Day, so I’d wash my outfit and dry in on the radiator through the night. Transfers happen, and my new companion lied to our land lords about the electricity bill, paying it in full but not giving a reason as to why it was so high. I didn’t care anymore, I just needed something clean to wear, but these land lord had treated me and my previous companion well, better than the previous landlord who had stolen our cleaning supplies. I felt these people deserved honesty. My senior companion capitulated eventually, and he and I butted heads regularly after that on the morality of things. I think in hindsight he was a smarter and better man than I was.
The new land lords, the “Lagunez Family”, were wonderful. They included us in their activities, and I felt like I had some people in my corner. When I eventually came home from my mission, a daughter of the family had written me a goodbye letter. She is currently serving a mission. They made some great music, and I have “Infiltradors” on CD, the official name of the band the father of the family was a part of (he was the drummer).
I knew the whole area by heart by that point, so I navigated us to our appointments. Half of the landmarks I watched for to know our location were interesting buildings with unique colors. The other half of my landmarks were dead dogs whose decaying corpses had become second nature to see. I began marking how much time had passed by how deeply a certain dog on a certain dirt path’s chest was caved in.
There was an apartment complex in my area that I had been told not to proselytize in because “It’s dangerous.” Turns out, those people didn’t have any money, so the church didn’t want them. That complex was past the dog and to the east about ten blocks.
My companion and I knocked on a door, and visited a man who was missing his legs. His daughter was there, putting dirty water on the aching wounds. He had a single room for a house, and wheezed when he spoke. He couldn’t afford medication. He still went out and worked all day for his daughter, and gave her whatever money he made, trusting her to keep him alive somehow. The church expected this man to pay tithing. The church expected me to tell this man to pay tithing.
I got the chance to hike up a mountain. At the top, I played chess with a chess set I’d procured from one of the best rapid chess players I’ve ever met. He had been the ward mission leader. He was a good man, a good father, and I wish him the best.
I found another man who was deaf and spoke sign language. I sat with him, and convinced him to come to church all by myself while my companion talked with some tienda tender. I was so excited because this was my own personal project and it was going well. The man came to church, and I sat with him through sacrament meeting. In Sunday school (I can’t believe I did this), I accidentally drooled on the guy. I was just talking so he could read my lips, and I guess I forgot to swallow at some point because a dolup of spit landed on his arm. I apologized profusely, and he played it off, but I never saw that investigator again.
My companion and I knocked a door one day, and a man answered. He wore tattered clothes, and maggots were burrowing into and out of his feet. He muttered something about the stars, missing his wife, and he began to tear up. My eyes stung from the stench. The door closed. Somehow, I knew the man would be dead in a matter of weeks.
I had lost hope that I was doing anything worth while. I looked down on the Doc Martins that had stayed with me five months at this point. I was angry with myself for being so useless in the field, angry with the church for giving me leaders that didn’t listen to my needs or perspective, angry with my mom for drinking while I had to teach people that it was a sin, angry with my dad for giving me the skills and knowledge to justify anything, even pedophilia in the early days of the church, to the point where I could look someone in the eye, and knowing the kind of man Smith was, tell them he was a good man and a true prophet of God. Suddenly a man approached us. He said he recognized us as missionaries, and asked about our message. This never happened. People didn’t just come up to us unless they were crazy or dangerous. But this was a public place, and this guy was genuine. My companion talked to him, and gathered his story, but I was plotting something else. I was done with not caring about these people in a way that mattered. I was tired of walking in another man’s shoes, a man who wasn’t me, who believed different things than me. The chopped leg, the rotting dogs, the infested feet, it all swirled into a single thought in that moment.
What would Jesus do?
I walked over to the man, and in broken Spanish asked him to stand next to me. He did so, and I compared my shoe size to his foot. It was a perfect match. He protested, but I didn’t let him get a word in edge wise. I took off my shoes, put them on his dirty feet, and laced them up nice and tight. Those shoes had cost a ton, and had been meant to last the whole mission. All I had left at this point were my fancy dress shoes that gave my blisters back at the apartment. I didn’t care. I walked home in my socks that day, happy as a lark.
Covid-19 hit a month later. I was one of the few they brought home instead of quarantining. After having served only 6 months. I told God if he wanted me to stay home, he’d have to make them release me.
They released me. I think I was one of maybe a hundred missionaries that were released due to Covid. The church realized their mistake pretty soon after I was released. Once Covid infrastructure began to develop, they didn’t release any more. I guess I didn’t serve a full two years, but I did serve a full mission.
My brother served, and he nearly killed himself due to intense depression brought on by Covid quarantine and poor leadership (I’ve got a few mission president stories, but those are for another time).
I learned lying to someone’s face from my mission, and spent the rest of my time at BYU-I as “nuanced” until the last two years, over which the most epic hoe phase imaginable became my new mission. I spent those years terrified of getting a call from the honor code office.
I’m married now, with my degree irrevocably in my possession. I have friends and loved ones that are in the church and are working on their mission papers. I’m beginning to feel powerless again. I’m seeing the decay again, not on legs, feet, or dogs anymore, but in the souls of the people who the church raises to do their dirty volunteer work. I see them like the animal sacrifices I saw being prepared. I’m not sure what shoes I have left to give to those people that I know are going to be in pain.
My parents are out completely now. It was a long time coming, but they are out and so much happier. I’m working on building a new relationship with my family, one based off of the fact that we won’t be together forever, so we have to make the most of our time together now.
Happy Sunday guys, best of luck to you all. And most importantly, chupa la piña.
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2024.05.19 13:32 GhoulGriin Best Case Skinning Knife

Best Case Skinning Knife

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Get ready to dive into the world of knife skinning! In this article, we're taking a close look at the Case Skinning Knife, an exceptional tool that offers both functionality and durability for all your skinning needs. We'll explore the features and benefits of this knife, and provide you with the information you need to make an informed decision for your next outdoor adventure.

The Top 6 Best Case Skinning Knife

  1. Premium Handcrafted Red Bone Pocket Knife: Tru-Sharp Steel Blade and Old Red Bone Handle - Get ready for some serious style with this Case Medium Stockman Pocket Knife - Red Bone; it features a 6.5 cm blade, Tru-Sharp SS steel, and ergonomic shape. Perfect for both practical day-to-day tasks and collectible show offs!
  2. Beautiful Navy Blue Bone Stockman Pocket Knife - Experience the ultimate blend of style and performance with Case Medium Navy Blue Bone Stockman Pocket, a meticulously handcrafted knife boasting a jigged bone handle and Tru-Sharp SS blade, achieving a 4.7-star rating from 32 reviews.
  3. Premium-Quality Case Tru-Sharp Skinning Knife with Jigged Bonestag Handle - Sod Buster Jr 6.5 Bonestag Pocket Knife: Tru-Sharp 0 surgical stainless steel Skinner blade and jigged Bonestag handle make this durable, versatile, and corrosion-resistant knife perfect for everyday tasks and outdoor adventures, proudly made in the USA.
  4. Case Orange Trapper Skinning Knife with Clip and Spey Blades - Experience high-quality and versatile cutting with the Case Orange Synthetic Trapper - the perfect everyday pocket knife for home projects, outdoor adventures, and hunting trips.
  5. Versatile Amber Bone Stockman Knife with Tru-Sharp Surgical Stainless Steel Blade - The Case Amber Bone Stockman, a versatile skinning knife with a convenient pocket design, combining three blades for carving, carpentry, and everyday tasks, all crafted from durable Zebu cattle bone and CASE Tru-Sharp stainless steel.
  6. Durable Case Tru-Sharp Stainless Steel Skinning Knife - Case Trapper: A Handcrafted Hunting Companion with Unmatched Durability and Dazzling Style
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Reviews

🔗Premium Handcrafted Red Bone Pocket Knife: Tru-Sharp Steel Blade and Old Red Bone Handle


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For a while, I've been using the Case Medium Stockman, a streamlined, heritage-inspired pocket knife. With its impressive three-blade design, it offers versatility and practicality. The clippoint, 5.0 cm sheepfoot, and the legendary Spey-blade each have their distinct uses. Its unique dual lock-spring blades make it a legal carry within the UK, adding to its convenience.
What struck me the most about this pocket knife was its impeccable craftsmanship. Since the turn of the century, this knife's creators have been hand-assembling each Case creation, ensuring a degree of individuality. These collectible knives not only embody the spirit of American craftsmanship, but they also become a valuable addition to any EDC collection.
However, one downside I noticed was the durability of the "Case" wording. It seems to have started peeling out. Additionally, a few reviewers mentioned issues with rust occurring on knives that they had not previously experienced.
Despite the hiccups, the overall quality of this pocket knife at its given price point is commendable. In terms of design, the blend of the Tru-Sharp SS steel blade with the sophisticated Old Red Bone handle gives the knife a truly luxurious feel. This makes it not only a functional tool, but also a significant statement piece to showcase.
In essence, the Case Medium Stockman, with its classic design and exceptional performance, is a must-have - not just for knife aficionados but for anyone who appreciates fine American craftsmanship. It's a product that has a special place in my heart and daily life.

🔗Beautiful Navy Blue Bone Stockman Pocket Knife


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I recently tried out the Navy Blue Bone Stockman Pocket Knife, and I must say, I was impressed. From the moment I took it out of the package, the quality was apparent. The handle, made of jigged bone with a Tru-Sharp SS blade, felt comfortable in my hand, and the blue color added a nice touch to its appearance.
One of the best features of this knife is its versatility. The 6.5 cm blade is just the right length for everyday tasks and can easily be carried in my pocket. The weight, at 65 grams, is also perfectly manageable. It's perfect for everyday use and outdoor adventures.
While I loved the knife's construction, sharpness, and size, there was one thing that bothered me. The knife was delivered by a less-than-ideal shipping method, which caused it to be placed in my neighbor's mailbox instead of mine. I would have preferred it if the shipping was more streamlined and the knife was delivered directly to my doorstep.
Overall, I'm really happy with my Navy Blue Bone Stockman Pocket Knife. It's well-crafted, functional, and a great addition to my collection of everyday carry items.

🔗Premium-Quality Case Tru-Sharp Skinning Knife with Jigged Bonestag Handle


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I've had the pleasure of using the Case Sod Buster Jr 6.5 Bonestag Pocket Knife for quite some time now, and it never fails to impress me. The true highlight of this knife is its genuine bone handle, which boasts honey and amber hues, making it an elegant accessory to carry every day. The jigged bonestag handle has been both beautifully crafted and hand-flamed, giving it that authentic stag antler vibe.
One of the features I appreciate the most is the miniature size of this knife compared to the traditional Sod Buster. Despite being smaller, it doesn't sacrifice any durability. It's perfect for those everyday tasks or taking it on hunting trips. The Skinner blade has found its place in skinning purposes, but it's also adaptable for other duties.
The Tru-Sharp stainless steel blade has proven to be exceptional in holding its edge longer than conventional steels, offering both blade strength and corrosion resistance. This pocket knife can handle anything the day throws at you, whether it's at home, in the wilderness, or during a hunting expedition. And, the added convenience of it being made and crafted in the USA is an appreciable bonus.
Now, let's talk about the user reviews. Majority of the users have been impressed with the knife and gave it high praises, appreciating its sharpness, size, and overall performance. However, one user rated it 3, but they only mentioned it as a good knife for the price they bought it at, which was for Christmas gifts.
In conclusion, the Case Sod Buster Jr 6.5 Bonestag Pocket Knife has been a reliable and stylish addition to my daily life. Its unique design and functionality make it stand out among the crowd, and I highly encourage people who appreciate a well-crafted knife to give it a try. While there may be some minor downsides, the good clearly outweighs them.

🔗Case Orange Trapper Skinning Knife with Clip and Spey Blades


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I've been using this Case Orange Synthetic Trapper for a few weeks now, and I must say, it's a pretty great everyday pocket knife. The peach seed jigged Bermuda green bone handle gives it a lovely, unique look, while the two full-length blades – the clip blade and the spey blade – offer versatility. These blades are constructed using Case's Tru-Sharp Stainless Steel, which provides outstanding edge retention, blade strength, and corrosion resistance.
One downside is its relatively small size, but that also makes it a perfect choice for everyday pocket carry. I've used it for small projects around the house, hunting trips, and even for some basic food prep. It's a bit of a finger-killer when you're trying to fold and unfold it, but that's something I can easily get over because of its other features. Overall, I'm pretty satisfied with this Case Orange Synthetic Trapper, and I'd definitely recommend it to anyone looking for a great pocket knife.

🔗Versatile Amber Bone Stockman Knife with Tru-Sharp Surgical Stainless Steel Blade


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The Case Amber Bone Stockman is a versatile, highly practical pocket knife that easily fits into your pocket for everyday use. I've been using this knife for carving, carpentry work, and even skinning game, and it has proven to be an essential tool in my collection.
One feature that stands out for me is the Tru-Sharp stainless steel construction, which significantly enhances blade strength and corrosion resistance. The three different blades also offer great versatility, with the clip blade suited for multi-purpose tasks, the sheepfoot blade perfect for carving, and the spey blade being an all-round utility blade.
However, a potential downside may be the relatively thin back springs, making it easier for blades to open and close, which can be an issue for those who prefer a tighter locking mechanism.
Overall, the Case Amber Bone Stockman is a high-quality, well-designed pocket knife that provides excellent value for its price. Perfect for those who appreciate the classic look and feel of a well-made, handcrafted knife.

🔗Durable Case Tru-Sharp Stainless Steel Skinning Knife


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As I unboxed this Case Trapper, its smooth Chestnut Bone Handle caught my eye, offering a visually appealing addition to my collection. Its Tru-Sharp Surgical Stainless Steel blades add a sense of dependability, promising to hold an edge longer than conventional steel. Hunting through my gear, I found the vibrant orange handles incredibly useful, helping me locate this knife easily when I'm outdoors.
The blades themselves are versatile, with the clip blade excelling in its versatility and the spey blade serving as an all-purpose utility blade. Its durability makes it a dependable companion for everyday carry, useful for projects around the house, the outdoors, and hunting. With its convenient packaging and being crafted in the USA, the Case Skinning Knife provides a great balance between quality and affordability. Overall, my experience has been delightful, as it combines both visual appeal and functionality.

Buyer's Guide

A case skinning knife is a versatile tool used by hunters and outdoors enthusiasts for various tasks, such as field dressing game animals, skinning, and cleaning. Selecting the right case skinning knife can greatly enhance your hunting experience. In this guide, we will discuss essential features to consider and general advice for purchasing a high-quality case skinning knife.

Blade Quality and Type


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The blade of a case skinning knife is a critical factor, as it determines the knife's efficiency and effectiveness. Quality blades should be made of high-carbon steel or stainless steel, ensuring durability, sharpness, and corrosion resistance. A good case skinning knife typically features a 4-6 inch long blade, with a sturdy point and a thin, sharp edge for clean cuts. Consider the blade thickness, as it should be strong enough to withstand heavy use while remaining flexible for easier skinning.

Handle Materials

Handle materials play a vital role in grip, comfort, and resisting water or moisture. Look for case skinning knives with handles made of durable, water-resistant materials such as G-10, Micarta, or synthetic rubber. These materials provide a firm grip even when wet, which is essential for hunting scenarios.

Handle Size and Comfort

The handle size and comfort are essential factors to consider when selecting a case skinning knife, as they determine how well the knife fits your hand. A larger handle allows for a better grip, even during stressful situations. Ensure that the handle contours to your hand's shape and provides a comfortable grip without causing fatigue or blisters. If possible, handle the knife in-store or try a few out before purchasing.

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Ergonomics and Blade Retention

Ergonomic design ensures that your case skinning knife fits your hand comfortably without causing strain or slipping. Look for knives with a finger guard or a textured thumb grip for added control. Blade retention is crucial, especially when skinning or cleaning animals in the field. Consider knives with a locking mechanism or lanyard loop to keep the blade secure when not in use.

Maintenance and Sharpening

To keep your case skinning knife in optimal condition, you must maintain and sharpen it regularly. Stainless steel blades require less maintenance than high-carbon steel ones; however, they are more susceptible to rust. Ensure your knife has a durable, rust-resistant coating and is stored and handled properly. Carry a sharpening stone or a diamond plate to keep your blade sharp and efficient.

Price Range and Warranty


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Be aware of the price range for case skinning knives as it varies based on the manufacturer, materials, and additional features. While you don't need to break the bank, remember that cheaper knives may be of lower quality and lack essential features. Look for a warranty or guarantee that covers defects in materials or craftsmanship, ensuring peace of mind and long-lasting performance.

Brand Reputation and Customer Reviews

Before purchasing a case skinning knife, research the brand's reputation in the hunting community and read customer reviews. A reputable brand often offers high-quality products and excellent customer service. Reviews provide insight into the knife's performance, durability, and ease of use, helping you make an informed decision.
Selecting the right case skinning knife requires considering various factors, such as blade quality and type, handle materials and size, ergonomics, blade retention, maintenance, price range, warranty, brand reputation, and customer reviews. By taking these factors into account, you will be better equipped to choose a high-quality case skinning knife that suits your needs and enhances your hunting experience.

FAQ


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What is a Case Skinning Knife?

A Case Skinning Knife is a versatile, professional-grade skinning tool designed for hunters and outdoor enthusiasts. It features a durable blade and ergonomic handle, providing comfort and efficiency while skinning game or processing meat.

How does the Case Skinning Knife compare to other skinning knives on the market?

The Case Skinning Knife stands out for its high-quality materials, precision craftsmanship, and ergonomic design. It offers superior performance and durability compared to many other skinning knives on the market. Additionally, the range of available models and customization options make it a popular choice among hunters and outdoor enthusiasts.

What features make the Case Skinning Knife unique?

  • High-quality CPM-S30V or CTS-XHP steel for exceptional edge retention and durability
  • Various blade shapes and sizes to suit different skinning tasks and personal preferences
  • Robust aluminum handle for comfort, grip, and resistance to impacts and corrosion
  • Custom engravings and handle scales for personalization
  • Lifetime warranty for peace of mind and customer support

Which Case Skinning Knife model is right for me?

The choice of Case Skinning Knife model depends on your specific needs and preferences. Some popular options include the Case 440 SKA, Case HRC 516, and Case TRU HDT TUCKSKN. We recommend consulting the product descriptions and reviews to find the model that best suits your requirements.

How do I maintain and care for my Case Skinning Knife?

To ensure the longevity of your Case Skinning Knife, make sure to properly maintain and care for it. Regularly clean the blade and handle, sharpen the edge as needed, and store it in a dry and protected environment. For more extensive cleaning or sharpening, follow the manufacturer's instructions or consult a qualified professional.

Where can I purchase a Case Skinning Knife?

You can purchase a Case Skinning Knife through various online retailers, including the official Case Knife website, as well as through physical stores specializing in outdoor and hunting gear. We recommend checking multiple sources for the best price and availability, and reading customer reviews before making your purchase.
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2024.05.19 12:43 Spoul7 FakeLab disappeared?

FakeLab disappeared?
I tried buying from him trought my agent but told me he’s offline. Anybody can contact him via WeChat or knows where he been. Maybe my agent is lying
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2024.05.19 12:07 MR_Sh0e let's watch one random Gintama episode a day! Day 8: Episode 37

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2024.05.19 11:36 ConsequenceSure3063 Best Carhartt Beanies

Best Carhartt Beanies

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Discover the perfect headgear for the chilly season with our roundup of Carhartt Beanies! As the temperature drops, having a cozy beanie is essential to stay warm and stylish. In this article, we'll delve into some of the best options in the Carhartt lineup, ensuring you find the perfect beanie to keep your head warm and stylish this season. Stay tuned as we explore the world of Carhartt Beanies in this comprehensive product guide.

The Top 5 Best Carhartt Beanies

  1. John Deere Knit Beanie with Leather Patch - Warm and stylish Carhartt Brown Beanie featuring a John Deere Leather Patch and knit material for comfort and durability.
  2. Carhartt Classically Durable Winter Beanie - Carhartt Glass Blue Mono Patch Beanie - A stylish and comfortable knit beanie made from soft acrylic rib material and adorned with a Carhartt patch, perfect for casual or on-the-job wear in the colder winter months.
  3. Carhartt 2nd Quality Rib Knit Beanie - The Carhartt Factory 2nd Acrylic Knit Cuffed Beanie 2.0 in Gray offers a cozy, stretchable fit, featuring 100% acrylic rib knit fabric and the iconic Carhartt label sewn on the left side.
  4. Men's Carhartt Skills Graphic Beanie in Coal Heather - Stay cozy and show off your support for the trades with Carhartt's 100% acrylic cuffed beanie, featuring the classic Skills graphic.
  5. Customizable Carhartt Heather Grey Watch Cap 2.0 - The Carhartt Heather Grey Watch Cap 2.0 is a sturdy, functional, and attractive beanie featuring a logo embroidery, perfect for both work and play, ensuring warmth and comfort in any cold-weather environment.
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Reviews

🔗John Deere Knit Beanie with Leather Patch


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I recently got the chance to try out the John Deere Leather Patch beanie, and I must say, it has been an essential part of my wardrobe in these chilly months. The first thing I noticed was the quality of the knit material, it's so soft and warm. The Carhartt Brown color pairs perfectly with my casual outfits, making it my go-to beanie for most days. The John Deere leather patch on the front adds a unique touch that sets it apart from other beanies.
One downside is that it can be a bit tight-fitting around my ears, but that could vary depending on individual head size. Despite this, the beanie has proved itself to be a reliable companion during my daily activities and I appreciate the American craftsmanship that John Deere stands for. Overall, I would highly recommend this beanie for anyone looking for a stylish and warm accessory.

🔗Carhartt Classically Durable Winter Beanie


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I recently decided to give the Carhartt Glass Blue Knit Beanie a try during these chilly winter months. As a product reviewer, I was excited to see how well this beanie would perform in both comfort and style. The 100% acrylic rib knit fabric is a pleasant surprise as it feels incredibly soft against my skin while doing an excellent job at keeping the cold out. I also appreciate the thick cuff, which ensures that my ears stay toasty and the beanie stays firmly in place even during blustery winds.
One of the highlights of this beanie is the Carhartt label sewn on the front. It adds a touch of sophistication to an otherwise casual look, making it suitable for both work and play. I love how the leather patch complements the beanie's color while adding a subtle edgy vibe.
However, there is one minor cons. I've noticed that during extremely windy days, the wind may make the Carhartt patch flutter a bit, which can be slightly annoying. Nevertheless, the overall quality and design more than make up for this minor inconvenience.
Overall, I'm thoroughly impressed with the Carhartt Glass Blue Knit Beanie. Its superior comfort, stylish appearance, and sturdy construction make it an excellent choice for anyone seeking a reliable and fashionable beanie during these cold months.

🔗Carhartt 2nd Quality Rib Knit Beanie


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I recently got my hands on the Carhartt Factory 2nd Acrylic Knit Cuffed Beanie 2.0 in Gray, and I must say, it's been a reliable companion in keeping my head warm during chilly mornings. This beanie is made of 100% acrylic, stretchable rib knit fabric, which ensures a snug fit without feeling tight. The Carhartt label sewn on the left side adds a touch of branding that I absolutely love.
Although it's imported, the quality is top-notch, and I can feel the durability in every stitch. However, the material can be slightly on the warmer side, so it might not be the best choice for those who prefer more breathable headwear. Overall, if you're looking for a cozy and well-built headwarmer that'll stand up to the elements, this Carhartt Factory Acrylic Knit Cuffed Beanie 2.0 is definitely worth a try.

🔗Men's Carhartt Skills Graphic Beanie in Coal Heather


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I remember when I first got my Carhartt Skills Graphic Beanie, I was skeptical about how much it would enhance my outdoor outfits. But boy, was I in for a treat! . This beanie not only kept me warm, but also added a touch of rugged charm to my winter wardrobe.
Its acrylic, stretchable rib-knit fabric is a dream to wear, and the sewn-on Carhartt label on the front only adds to its distinctive look. Plus, being made in the USA is always a plus point for me.
However, one downside is that it doesn't have any reviews yet, which makes it a bit hard to gauge its popularity. Overall, though, it's a fantastic beanie for any guy who loves the outdoors and wants to support the trades.

🔗Customizable Carhartt Heather Grey Watch Cap 2.0


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I recently purchased the Carhartt Watch Cap 2.0 to stay cozy during my morning runs in the freezing temperatures. I've always been a fan of Carhartt's high-quality standards, and this hat didn't disappoint! It's super comfortable, stretchy enough to always have a snug fit, and flexible enough to go over balaclavas, gaiters, and ball caps for even more warmth. But its best feature has got to be the bright lime color that seems to glow in the dark, making me super visible during my night runs. On the downside, it can be a little itchy initially, so remember to wash it before you wear it. Overall, I highly recommend the Carhartt Watch Cap 2.0 for anyone looking for a warm, comfortable, and stylish beanie that keeps your head toasty, even in the harshest of climates.
Now let me tell you about another aspect of this beanie that made me appreciate Carhartt even more. I bought three of these for the men in my family when we were heading to the mountains for Christmas. And guess what? They loved them! The guys felt so protected and warm that they didn't want to take them off, even when it started snowing on us. When it comes to keeping your head warm and comfortable, the Carhartt Watch Cap 2.0 truly delivers.
However, I did come across one issue with sizing in my research. The size seems to vary depending on the country where it's made, which can be a bit frustrating. It's a good idea to keep an eye on that if you're a stickler for consistency in your hats.
All in all, the Carhartt Watch Cap 2.0 is an excellent choice for anyone looking for a high-quality and cozy winter beanie.

Buyer's Guide

Carhartt beanies are a winter essential that provide both style and functionality. As you begin your search for the perfect beanie, there are several important features and considerations you should keep in mind. Here's a detailed guide to help you make the right choice.

Material

One of the most critical aspects of a Carhartt beanie is the material it's made from. Look for options that feature 100% acrylic knit or fleece linings to ensure maximum warmth and durability throughout the cold months.

Fit and Comfort


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The right fit is crucial when choosing a Carhartt beanie. Make sure to pick a size that comfortably rests on your ears without being too tight or loose. Additionally, consider models with adjustable cuffs to help customize your fit further.

Style Variations

  • Cuffed Beanies: Classic choice with an adjustable cuff for a tight or loose fit.
  • Slouch Beanies: Offer a relaxed, laid-back look and can be worn cuffed or pulled down to create a slouchy effect.
  • Earflap Beanies: Keep ears warm with extra flaps designed to provide even more coverage and insulation from the cold.

Washing and Care

Proper cleaning and maintenance are essential for extending the life of your Carhartt beanie. Wash your beanie inside out using cold water to keep colors vibrant and remove dirt. Air dry your beanie to prevent shrinking or excessive wear on the fabric.

Additional Features

  • Double Layer Construction: Reinforced stitching adds extra warmth and durability to your beanie.
  • Multiple Colors and Patterns: Choose from a wide range of solid colors, stripes, or camo prints to match your personal style.

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General Advice

When shopping for Carhartt beanies, always prioritize quality and comfort over price. Investing in a well-made beanie will save you money in the long run as it lasts through multiple winters without losing its appearance or functionality.
Carhartt beanies are an excellent addition to any winter wardrobe, offering style and warmth while protecting you from harsh weather conditions. By considering the factors outlined in this guide, you'll be well-equipped to find the perfect Carhartt beanie that suits your needs and preferences.

FAQ

What materials are Carhartt beanies made from?

Carhartt beanies are primarily made from acrylic, a synthetic fiber known for its durability and warmth. Some beanies also include blends of other materials such as polyester or spandex for added stretch and comfort.

Do Carhartt beanies come in various styles?


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Yes, Carhartt beanies come in a variety of styles to suit different preferences. Options include classic and cuffed styles, as well as visors and ear flaps for added warmth.

How can I tell if a Carhartt beanie will fit well?

Carhartt beanies are designed to fit head sizes varying from small to large. To ensure the right fit, measure the circumference of your head just above your eyebrows and consult the sizing chart provided on the Carhartt website or on the product page.

How do I wash my Carhartt beanie?

It is recommended to wash your Carhartt beanie in cold water on a gentle cycle. Avoid using fabric softeners, and air dry the beanie to maintain its shape and quality.

Where can I buy Carhartt beanies?

Carhartt beanies can be purchased from the official Carhartt website, as well as various online retailers such as Amazon, Zappos, and Dick's Sporting Goods. Some brick-and-mortar stores also carry Carhartt beanies, including sports outfitters and major department stores.

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Do Carhartt beanies come with a warranty?

Yes, Carhartt beanies come with a one-year limited warranty that covers any defects in materials or workmanship. If you experience any issues with your beanie within this timeframe, you can contact Carhartt's customer service for assistance.

How much do Carhartt beanies typically cost?

The cost of Carhartt beanies can vary depending on the style and material. Classic acrylic beanies generally retail between $15 and $25, while more premium options (such as those made from wool or featuring detailed embroidery) may be priced up to $50 or more.

Are Carhartt beanies suitable for cold weather?

Yes, Carhartt beanies are designed to provide warmth and protection from the cold. Many beanies also have features such as adjustable cuffs or ear flaps for added insulation and comfort in colder climates.

Do Carhartt beanies run true to size?

Carhartt beanies are designed to run true to size. However, it is helpful to consult the sizing chart provided on the Carhartt website or on the individual product page to ensure the best fit for your head size.

Does Carhartt offer customized beanies?

While Carhartt does not offer customized beanies, they do have a variety of different styles and colors available, allowing customers to choose a beanie that best suits their personal preferences and needs.

How can I care for my Carhartt beanie to extend its longevity?

To care for your Carhartt beanie and extend its longevity, it is recommended to wash it in cold water on a gentle cycle and to avoid using fabric softeners. Additionally, air drying your beanie can help maintain its shape and quality, rather than using a dryer.

Do Carhartt beanies have reflective aspects for safety?

Some Carhartt beanies, such as their reflective strap beanie, include reflective elements to enhance visibility in low-light environments, promoting safety for those who work or engage in outdoor activities during early mornings, late afternoons, or at night.
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2024.05.19 11:10 MacyCakes00 It seems to be a strange time in Bananaland. Her content, while repetitive in many ways, is also very aimless lately. She’s all over the place, with no true brand or focus.

Some observations & questions: 1. She seems very fixated on herself, more than usual. Even when she is traveling, her content is shots of herself, the dog, and Swann if he tags along. She chooses to highlight herself over the destination. The travel content has become less about the travel, and more about making her life seem perfect on social media. 2. Lots of content trying on clothes or in various stages of undress. She comes across as very thirsty. And Swann seems over her. Even in the videos of her getting ready for the opera/ballet/who cares as long as I look fancy, he can’t get out of the room fast enough. 3. Friends. Where are they? Did I miss something, or have Emily and Flower Shop mom-to-be not been around? It’s never seemed as though she had a lot of friends, and apparently zero back home, but where’s the usual cast of characters? 4. At least she has taken a break from her failed cooking content. The salad dressing is due for a reappearance soon, however… 5. What happened to all the activities she was doing? No more ballet or fencing? No more Sunday church service? Does she ever follow through with anything, other than buying followers? Well, there is the book… 6. Her book just will not die. It’s really the only thing she has accomplished, somehow getting it published, and she will not let it go. Planning more book events? Stop! Your book is so last year and your separation is so last decade. 7. The poor dog seems to be a bandaid for everything missing in her life. I would argue that this was the absolute worst time for her to bring a pet into her world. She’s seemingly been in a spiral since MexicA, and you can’t properly care for a pet (or another person) if you aren’t taking care of yourself. She’s so out of touch that she’s letting him sit in white tablecloth restaurants AT THE TABLE. 8. What happened between Banana and Scamanda? When she was home for the recent visit, their dynamic seemed off. It’s been off since MexicA as well. No sisterly bonding content over Christmas, no travel together to fabulous destinations since. Just a weird thrift store fashion show, trying to outdo one another.
She needs a reboot and a purpose. Over 100K recent followers when all she does is sling whitening strips, let her dog lick tables, and try on clothes? It’s all very transparent, and as the tag says: tragic, not magic 🪄
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2024.05.19 10:31 Jazzlike-Crazy-8475 LAGING WALANG TUBIG🤬

ASK LANG PO. Pwede po ba mag petition ang mga tao sa barangay or subdvision para palitan ang water supply service? Kasi hindi na namin kaya 'yung serbisyo ng water supply samin. Araw araw walang tubig. Kawawa ang senior citizen at pwd namin dito sa bahay. Init na init sila araw araw. At kahit anong complaint namin walang ginagawang aksyon 'yung water supply dito. 3 years ng ganito akala namin mag iimprove. Hindi pala.
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2024.05.19 09:49 AdvancedApartment705 AITA for wanting to act like my daughter dad never showed up?

TLDR: MY daughters dad showed up 2 years ago and has been inconsistent at best in these two years. AITA for wanting to block him and proceed as if he never contacted us?
AITA
This is gonna be probably pretty long and all over the place but I'll try and keep it straight and to the point.
So I have a daughter. She is 11 almost 12. For the first 9+ years of her life her dad had not been involved. ( She was a fortune product of a one night stand) When he showed up almost two years ago it was with some fabricated story that a child support case worker alienated him and threatened him with harassment if he pursued a relationship with his daughter. I did try to reach out a couple times when she was younger trying to encourage a relationship between them and all attempts went ignored. He says this is because he was afraid I was setting him up. Well up until this past December I took him at his word. He was semi involved until that point. In December he met a woman and all contact stopped minus a few check ins and multiple inappropriate messages to me considering he was in a relationship. Each time this happened I would lay a boundary. During one of these contacts he promised he'd send his child support and $100 for Christmas/Birthday gift for her. That did not happen. He instead sent me a dirty video saying he "hoped that made up for it" 🤮🤮🤮 at this point I lost my iiisssshhhhh on him and told him essentially he was in a relationship and needed to knock it off. I didn't want to see that and it was disrespectful to me and his partner.
He moved in with this partner within a month of meeting her. Red flag right?
Before he met her I was trying to help him find an apartment locally as he lives 200 miles away. I absolutely advocated for him to have a relationship with his daughter from the second he showed up because I've never been the type to keep my children from their father unless it was for good reason. He was supposed to get her a phone and pay for it so they could maintain contact. Never happened. I supplied the phone and the service and it was silent.
After he had sent me that video I had put him on restricted on FB so I didn't get any messages from him. I finally get a call from him on Valentine's day apologizing for his behavior and letting me know he was sending some child support that day.
Then at some point in March he reaches out again saying he was no longer with this girl and he was sorry for his absence and he'd do better. The following week our daughter's phone caught fire and I let him know (not that he was contacting her anyways). The next day he said his cousin had gifted him a phone and he wanted to send it to our daughter. Cool. Let's do it. Then he texts a few days later saying he would be in a town 45 miles south of me and could I meet him and said girlfriend to receive the phone and bring our daughter so he could see her. (At this point the last I knew him and chick had broken up). I said no thanks you can drop it in the mail and I would not be bringing our daughter to meet him with the on again off again girlfriend. I found that extremely disrespectful as he had stopped contact with our daughter when he met this woman and I did not feel comfortable bringing my daughter to meet her or even really dealing with her myself. They obviously have an unstable relationship. He called me petty, we had som choice words and again I didn't hear from him.
Two days ago our daughter was admitted to a psychiatric facility after I found some very concerning diary entries by my daughter talking about Una living herself.
Since coming into our lives my daughter has turned into a mean spirited person. She will fat shame her brothers, hit and push her you get siblings and is just kind of generally abusive to everyone around her. She's told me multiple times she's angry at him and very hurt.
Anyways, I figured he ought to know she's being admitted as this is pretty serious. His response was "we are trying to figure a way up there". As in him and the girlfriend were going to come up while our child was in crisis. I went off again. Telling him again he has chosen this woman over our daughter and how dare he think it's appropriate to bring this woman up here while outr daughter is in crisis. I told him it is up to our daughter if they are involved and just showing up ESPECIALLY with the person she feels (justifyibly so) that he chose over her while she's in crisis. He come back with he has no idea why I'm bringing it back to him and the girlfriend when we should be focusing on getting our daughter better. My stance is, he brought it up. He asked for eventually for us all to be able to be cool and again he implied he was going to try and bring her up here to visit our daughter in the hospital. I laid a boundary. And some how I am the one not focusing on our daughter right now.
This was yesterday and I have not heard one word from him. He has not inquired as to how our daughter is, what facility she is at, how he can contact her. Nothing. I am so irate at this point I am seeing red.
AITA for being so angry at him? In my state abandonment is after 6 months. He was gone for 9 years. He has been inconsistent at best especially the last 6 months or so. Would I be justified in just blocking him and continuing on with our life like he never showed up?
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2024.05.19 08:46 everything_is_stup1d this is my testimony

In kindergarten (sorry I'm from singapore so we follow British but if im not wrong its like 5-6 years old) I already accepted Christ into my life. But my mom is a "I hate Christians!!" kind of person so I didnt dare to tell her anything. I didn't really have a good relationship with my mom cos to her studies are everything and she made me (until now) think that I'm never good enough. And I was only in primary school thinking my mom doesn't like me. I'm worthless, I want to kms. I made plans to grab the knife from the kitchen, jump off and things like that. Eventually I resulted to scratching my own skin cos I feel most pain when it's right at the nerve uk.
My whole life was until the end of primary school (12) was only to do things to make my mom happy. I wouldn't mention a word about Christianity to her. And when my mom was out at night, me, my dad and my sisters would worship. The moment the door opens, I scramble into the room. This also make me walk far from God and I would curse, swear and stuff. One day in P6, the last year of primary school (12 years old) I thought "Hey, I'm Christian so why am I swearing? Isn't this a sin?" So I stopped cursing. Of course, my mom wouldn't want me going around cursing but I didn't really do it for her, but rather for God. But I still didn't want to tell her about it.
When I graduated from Primary school, in Secondary (Sec) school, I finally got to bring my phone to school (13 years old), but my mom still could track me. Anyways I got to listen to some worship songs my dad sent to me and because I didn't have a music player downloaded and wasn't allowed to download any apps, I would listen through the WhatsApp audio player thing😭😭 on the way home. Usually on Sundays whene my mom isn't home,my dad would bring me to church. Then of course my mom would find out and scold me and this continued until sec 2 (14).
In Sec 3 (15 years old), I had whole control of my phone so I would listen to worship music on the way home. One day in, my dad brought me to church. My mom saw my location and immediately got mad because she knew where my dad's church is and also because my older sister attends service too and my mom was not happy. Since then, I was afraid to go to church. My mom even cornered me one day and made me promise not to go to church or I can forget calling her my mom. I kept crying that night and never dared to go to church (mind that i dont even cry often).
But towards mid year(?) I just decided ok Imma go to church. She can get angry but it won't really stop me. Because I got to know God through worship songs and now I wanted to know him more.
I regularly started praying in the morning on the way to school. Eventually my prayers became a ritual and dry. I felt no emotion and no pull towards God. Only on days when I was really upset/angry then I would feel Him comforting me. One day I really wanted to be the captain in my CCA (it's like after school activities but still part of school programs) and I didn't get it. I was so upset I cried on the way home because I actually put in so much effort into it. Then I became vice captain so ig that counts.
Anyways I became really upset and got frustrated because I didn't prove myself enough. I had so low expectations of myself, got depressed again, but I couldn't vent it out because I couldn't hurt myself anymore after learning my body is a temple of God. So I got super frustrated. I prayed for guidance decided to free up my Saturdays I went to church. Youth services for Secondary school students were on Saturdays and not Sundays so yeah. Towards like October last year I cleared up my Saturdays so I could go more regularly to church, and my mom was defo not happy AT ALL that I went with my own initiative. She ignored me for several weeks and of course I felt lonely and all buy eventually I felt okay because she doesn't even know me sooooo.
I'm still trying to patch up my relationship with her. Honestly, it's so strained I don't know what to do. I've prayed that she would accept Christ everyday but uhh nothing. This doesn't mean I don't believe in God if not this would not exist
One day I was fellowshipping with my dad. Why we did that is because of a long story that would be saved for another day.
But this is the part where it's important
Previously I had dreams and I shared with my dad because he is more experience in deciphering gifts and stuff (I'm sorry if you don't believe in gifts but I do!) And he told me to pray about it because I somehow knew these dreams had meaning and relation to God. A number of dreams had direct inference to God. I did pray about it, and also asked God along these lines; "God, give me guidance. I have strayed and I know. Lord please let me understand, and let me also be close to You. I want to know You, and I know, I haven't read the word. Lord, motivate me to read the scripture, and while reading let me also understand the dreams I have been having my whole life."
I can't remember what I said exactly. The one 9f the church sermons on one week talked about how God is not far, but we are far. And I felt that that was for me. Then one day my dad said to me and my older sister "I don't care you have to download the Bible rn" so I downloaded it but did nothing with it. Finally, one day I was late for work (yes I worked when I was 15 because I actually want an electric guitar) and it was New Year's Eve. My colleague texted me saying she'd pick me up and I said and quote "Isokkk I walk over" (me) ... "Give me your block" (colleague) "Omd tyyy" (me)
Part of me didn't want her to fetch me because it would be troubling her. But I don't know why I waited and was thinking "bruh I could've reached by now but she's late" but I just waited. I was wearing full white that day. And this woman must've thought I was going to church because it was a Sunday morning.
And she asked "Hello, are you going to church?"
I said "oh no no, I have church at night because it's countdown service. (basically the youth services brought our church service from Saturday 4pm to Sunday 8pm because we wanted to countdown service together)"
She said," Oh! So you're Christian! Do you read the Word often?"
I blushed because so many signs and I haven't read a single word. "No," I was so embarrassed
She continued "I used to be a teacher, a lecturer in a University (if im not wrong) There is a website called 7 minutes with God. It was originally created for Harvard students because they were busy and didn't have time to spend time with God." Then I couldn't hear what she said because she was talking so fast. All I knew was she was summarizing the website and encouraged me to read it.
I read it like on January 2nd this year on the way to school ( I'm 16 this year!!! But not 16 yet because as I said, it's not my birthday yet or anytime soon)
I was so inspired that I kept on reading the Word and devoted mornings to not only prayers (that I allowed God to guide me and not just pray for the sake of praying) but also for reading the Word!
See, when I prayed to have motivation to read the Word more, God gave me the sign THREE TIMES which I did not pick up until the 3rd sign, the lady. The first time during the sermon I was like "Yes God, I will do it!" but did nothing. The second time when my dad asked me to download the app version of the Bible, I said "Yes God, this is the sign!" and did not do anything. I got discouraged because my dad thinks I'm funny and wouldn't take my words seriously omd 😭. But the third time, God literally sent a random woman I don't know and told me to read. And I read, praise God!
this is the part where it relates to the meme
Because when I went to the shower I kept laughing because I thought of this meme. I didn't read the word or get touched because it was a coincidence. So coincidence? I think not! It's a miracle ❤️❤️❤️
I finished Mark and the New Testament, I'm currently at John right now.
Just now, after a meeting with my cell group (a small group for easier prayers etc in church), I was listening to worship music, and my grumpy dad was like "GO AND SHOWER" liek chill brou. So I went to the toilet with my headphones on and sat on the floor and just continued listening to worship music. Then my dad sent in the family group chat (just me, my older sister and him, my mom got mad and left) an article about this man called Patrick Lee/Bezalel. He is a local artist faithful in Christ
But reading halfway I kept crying because I was so touched (again I do no lt cry, but I related so much I cried even though nothing had to do with me, but it was like my mother's story where she had a hard of stone towards God) and then my phone went flat 😐 So I risked it and ran out to get my charger but thank God (like actually) my dad didn't scream like he would. Then I sat at the toilet floor and continued reading. Tears kept flowing down my face because Patrick Bezalel's story was such a miracle, and God kept giving him signs that God existed! And removed the layer of stone that surrounded the man's heart and made it soft and open to God again!
After that I continued worshipping God and was listening to worship music (yes in the toilet because I literally have 0 privacy because none of my parents think I need it). I kept crying because the songs were so related. Can you imagine? It went in this order:
1.Presence,Power,Glory 2.Hosanna 3.Promises 4.Holy Forever
Again, coincidence? I THINK NOT. It was so planned, like it was in my playlist for so long and I haven't really thought much about it. Tears kept streaming down and kept going and through sobs I silently prayed to God
"Oh my dear God you have been so so good to me, and so faithful to me Lord. You have guided me, guided my heart and nothing has gone wrong in Your hands Lord. I've been through the turning point I've prayed for. You have sent people, songs and my family members to come after me to open up to You Lord. Lord, I was having a CG (cell group) meeting and something just touched my heart. I am now sitting on the toilet floor and typing this, because Lord you have made a way to touch my heart, guide me through a prayer that came deep down from inside of me Lord, thank You for providing. Thank You God for the miracles You have did in my life, and all that I prayed for has came through Lord. The turning point I prayed for was when that lady had spoken to me about how to set aside time for You and the Word. Lord let me not forget this incident, this turning point, this miracle Lord. Let me put my trust in You Lord, and let You take my hand and let my life be walking next to You faithfully Lord. Lord I pray that I would not waver, and I would not take my eyes away from You. Even when I am crossing and walking toward You on water in the sea, let my eyes be on You, and the works You have done for me, and not be distracted by the worls around me, but to keep my eyes on You diligently Lord. Lord, I am a sinner, and now, I was, for You have sent Jesus Christ, Your Son, to die on the cross for me. Lord, I believe in You and I want to accept You in my life Lord, no matter what situation I am in. Lord, let people around me see Your love, joy, and faithfulness in me, and not let them see the girl I was before. Let them see change, and the love and desire I have for You, Lord. Let them see Your greatness, Your goodness and You. I thank You for everything You have done, and in Jesus's name, I pray that I will walk faithfully alongside You, and will not fail to continuously pray and worship You God. Thank You Lord for the miracles, for this turning point. Thank You God for guiding me, and let me be the branch that bears fruit, and let me be the branch that has life only through Jesus, Who is the vine, Who the reason I live Lord, Who is the reason I have life. Praise the Lord! Amen!"
This is the first time I prayed for so long and every one word was truly from deep down fron the depths of my heart. I couldn't stop crying. I really couldn't and I can't emphasize more that I don't cry often! Either it hurt me so much or that God moved my heart. This time was tears of joy.
I hope this could inspire someone out there, because in another prayer I prayed for those who needed God, even if I didn't know them.
Pray. Pray and ask God to help you seek Him. One thing I learnt from a sermon is the fervency in your prayers. I didn't mean to add this in but I suddenly saw this note I wrote on 25th February.
Title: fervency in prayer Fervency: being excited about something keen on something
At the heart of revival is the spirit of prayer • pray fervently • pray with faith
"But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed"
To be fervent in prayer is to pray tenaciously despite our struggles
Hopefully this helped someone out there, inspired you and is one of your signs to start giving your life to Him! It is actually proven 1 in 3 people are Christians. Isn't our goal to have this faith to reach all four corners of the world? It could sound impossible in the past, but now there is social media, anyone could read and realize "Hey God is actually with me!"
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2024.05.19 08:22 LaundryCat69 Rate my gospel thing that i made, Please share it as well.

Hello everyone
Here is why Good Friday is called Good Friday, what sin is and who sinners are.
Why is Good Friday called Good Friday?
In the case you don't know why Good Friday is Good Friday is it's the day that Jesus died for all of humankind’s sin.
What is sin?
Sin is a thing that if done would be in violation of God's law also it is the thing that separates us from God.
Romans 6:23 mentions: “for the wages of sin is death but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord” there is no such thing as a sin that doesn't result in not going to heaven.
Also, the word death in this context doesn't mean to cease to exist, it is referring to separation from God.
Who are sinners?
all of us! as mentioned in Romans 3:10,23; Isaiah 64:6 and Psalm 51:5. We are sinners because of the fact that Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit, this is mentioned in Genesis 3.
What did Jesus go through on the Cross?
He went through unimaginable suffering as he was dying on the cross for our sins. We all deserve what Jesus went through on the cross and we too deserve to pay for our sins in the fires of hell(Psalm 7:11, 9:17; Romans 6:23, Revelation 20:11-15, 21:8; James 2:10; Jude 1:7; 2nd Thessalonians 1:8,9)
Jesus knew that there needed to be a price paid for all of humankind's sin.
the last things that he said before he died was in Luke 23:34 “Father, forgive them for they don't know what they are doing” and in John 19:30 where he said “it is finished”
After He said that, He bowed His head and gave up His spirit, then, he was then buried in a tomb and 3 days later God with the power of the Holy Spirit rose Jesus from the dead, As mentioned in 1st Corinthians 15:6 “After that, he appeared to more than 500 of the brothers and sisters at the same time most of whom are still living, though some have fallen asleep.”
In accordance with 1 Corinthians 15: 1-4, John 3:16,17, and Romans 5:8, He shed His precious blood, dying on the cross for our sins, He was buried, and rose again 3 days later.
Someday He will return, when? That I don't know, only God knows when He is going to return as mentioned in Matthew 24:36 which mentions: “But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.” Mark 13:32 has this message as well.
Also, Matthew 24:44 mentions: So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man(Jesus) will come at an hour when you do not expect him” Luke 12:40 carries this message as well.
Furthermore, when Jesus died on the cross he not only paid the price for mankind's sin, he also took the weight of God's Wrath on him as well. He died on the cross so you can be Saved and go to Heaven.
Why did Jesus Christ go through all the suffering that he went through?
It is because he loves you so much, The love He has for you and us all isn't comparable to the love that for instance your parents have for you, John 3:16 Mentions: ”for God so loved the world that he gave his only son that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life”
Also, when Jesus Rose again, he defeated Death, Satan, the world, hell and sin. John 15:13 also mentions: “Greater love has no man than this, to lay down one's life for one’s friends”
It is his literal liquid and precious blood that cleanses and washes our sins away(Hebrews 9:12, 24; 12:24; 1st John 1:7; Revelation 1:5, along with Ephesians 1:7, 2:13; Colossians 1:14,20; Hebrews 9:22, 10:19; 1 Peter 1:18&19; 1 John 1:7; Revelation 1:5)
Here are some Important things to know about God, Jesus Christ and Salvation
Jesus was born of a Virgin(Isaiah 7:14 and Matthew 1:23)
He never sinned(2nd Corinthians 5:21 and Hebrews 4: 15,16)
He is the Lord almighty(John 1:1-3,14 John 10:33; Revelation 1:8, 19:13)
The Godhead incarnate(Colossians 2:9 and 1st Timothy 3:16)
The Godhead exists as Three Persons, namely God the father, Jesus Christ the Son, and the Holy Spirit(Colossians 2:2, 9; Matthew 28:19-20; Romans 1:20; Acts 17:29; 2nd John 1:3; Matthew 3:16-17; 1st Timothy 3:16)
Now how salvation works it is through Faith you have salvation and works(Faith = Salvation and works), As mentioned in verses such as Galatians 3:2, 1st Corinthians 1:21, Ephesians 2: 8-9, Romans 4:5, 5:1 and 11:6.
Jesus is the only way to Heaven.
He mentioned in John 14:6 “I am the way and the truth and the life no one comes to the father(God) except for me”
Acts 4:12 also mentions: “ Salvation is found under no one else, for there is no other name given under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved.”
Jesus too mentioned in Matthew 9:12-13 “On hearing disk Jesus said it is not the healthy who need a doctor but the sick”(Verse 12) “but go and learn what this means I desire Mercy not sacrifice. For I have not come to call the righteous but sinners”(Verse 13), Luke 5:31 -32 has this message as well
Now, here are some things about Hell
Jesus Christ made it so that you can be saved from hell and so you could be in Heaven with him for eternity.
Who was Hell made for?
Satan and the devils, not for us humans, but the truth is that if someone rejects Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior then there is no other place for them to go.
John 8:24 mentions: “I told you that you would die in your sins; if you do not believe that I am he, you will indeed die in your sins.”,
Luke 13:3 and 5 mentions: “ I tell you, no!, but unless you repent, you too will all perish”
Part of Mark 16:16 states: “.... but, whoever does not believe will be condemned.”
Part of John 3:18 states: “..... but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because they have not believed in the name of God’s one and only son”
Revelation 20:15 states: “Anyone whose name was not found found in the book of life was thrown into the lake of fire”
Amongst the kinds of people listed in Revelation 21:8 include the Unbelievers, these kinds of people along with the others listed there will be thrown into the lake of fire.
Here are some things for people who don't think that Hell is real
And now for the people who don’t think that Hell is real, what if you end up realizing that you are wrong? What if Jesus was telling us the truth? Are you really willing to take that risk and gamble with your soul? Please think about it. Because at some point it will be too late. Also, I’m not intending to scare you with this, I’m wanting to have you saved from hell. Furthermore, you only have one life on earth to decide on where you will go for eternity. Hebrews 9:27 mentions: “Just as people are destined to die once and after that to face judgment”
When is the time to repent?
Now!, is the time to repent of unbelief and believe the Gospel, tomorrow is not guaranteed for anyone.
God is calling us to repent, Acts 17:30 mentions: “ In the past God overlooked such ignorance, but now he commands all people everywhere to repent.”
Acts 3:19 mentions: “Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord.”,
Acts 2:38 mentions: “Peter replied’ repent and be baptized, every one of you, in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins. And you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit’.
Mark 1:15 mentions,: “The time has come” he said. “The kingdom of God has come near. Repent and Believe the Good news!” Matthew 3:2 also mentions this.
Luke 15:7 mentions: “I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.” Luke 15:10 also has this message as well.
Here are some more salvation related things and a salvation prayer below:
Acts 16:31 Mentions they replied,” believe in the Lord Jesus and you will be saved you and your household”
John 6:47 mentions: ‘Very truly I tell you, the one who believes has eternal life.”
Romans 10:9 Mentions if you declare with your mouth “Jesus is Lord” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead you will be saved.
Romans 10:13 also mentions for, “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved”.
Also, you must be born again as mentioned in John 3:3, 5, and 7.
Now, here is a prayer to say to accept Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior:
The exact words are not what matters in your prayer to accept him, but what you mean is what matters.
This is the prayer to say:
“Heavenly father, God, I know that I am a sinner in need of your forgiveness, I believe that Jesus Christ died for my sins and you raised him from the dead 3 days later, I want to turn away from my sins and to live a Godly life, Please come into my heart Jesus Christ, I now accept you as my Lord and Savior, I am willing to follow you as Lord of my life from this day forward, please fill me with your Holy Spirit, in Jesus name I pray Amen.”
Lastly, here are some things that you will need to avoid:
1. Abusing God’s grace, it is not a license to sin,
Romans 6:1-2 mention: “What shall we say, then? Shall we go on sinning so that grace may increase?”(Verse 1), “By no means! We are those who have died to sin; how can we live in it any longer?”(Verse 2)
2. Being a lukewarm Christian,
Revelation 3:16 mentions: “ So, because you are lukewarm – neither hot nor cold – I am about to spit you out of my mouth.”
What luke warm would look like for instance is hardly or never doing the following: Praying, Reading your Bible and going to church service. It can also be like this, spending one hour in the church and another hour in the club, one hour praising and another hour swearing, one hour in the light and another in the darkness, one hour with the Lord and another with Satan. Take both the cup of the demons and the cup of the Lord(1st Corinthians 10:21). It’s either God or Satan or either Christ the king or the kingdom of the world.
3. Denying Jesus before others, Matthew 10:33 mentions: “But whoever disowns me before others. I will disown before my Father in Heaven.
4. Depend on your own works to save you and/or be a false follower of Christ. Matthew 7-21 - 23 mentions “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord’, will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will say to me that day, ‘Lord, Lord did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?’ Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!’ Luke 13: 25-27 has a similar message.
Here are some reasons that I share my faith with others are these:
  1. I don’t want to spend eternity without them
  2. The book of Revelation lists some horrifying things that are to come that I would not wish on anyone, even my worst enemy
  3. I don't want them to go to hell.
Here is the doc for the thing that I created as well:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FMK14LoH0iKIpMkxNNfSDao35QowJZHxkDEtI_Xuk8A/edit?usp=sharing
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2024.05.19 07:42 PhillipsFam Christmas Eve/Day Guatemala City

Hi, wondering if anyone has any advice on what might be open on Xmas Eve and day in Guatemala City. We, family of 5 with 3 teenagers, are flying in from San Jose landing around 6pm Christmas Eve and then have the whole of Christmas Day before heading to Lake Atitlan on the 26th. Any suggestion for food options, things to do on the 25th? This will be just over half way through a 8 week trip around Costa Rica, guatemala and Belize from New Zealand and this is the only part that I can't figure out so any help/guidance is appreciated. Thank you.
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2024.05.19 06:42 kainike Delusional Filipino actually turned out fine

im a harbinger of bad luck so cant believe things actually went okay-ish considering im not a competitive applicant
₊˚⊹♡.𖥔 ݁ Demographics
₊˚⊹♡.𖥔 ݁ Intended Major(s): Media Production / Film and Television Production / Communications / Media Studies
₊˚⊹♡.𖥔 ݁Academics
₊˚⊹♡.𖥔 ݁ Standardized Testing
₊˚⊹♡.𖥔 ݁ Extracurriculars/Activities:
i didnt plan my extracurriculars in high school i sure did a lot and most of them were scattered out HAHA. jack of all trades, master of none moments. i tried to include mostly my media and writing related activities. aside from the ones i listed on my common app, i was immersed in a lot of social justice and political advocacy works + other sports :)
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₊˚⊹♡.𖥔 ݁ Essay
₊˚⊹♡.𖥔 ݁ LORs
I did not read the letters but im basing it on how much they like me as a student. I chose these teachers because I got high grades in their subjects and they got PhDs.
₊˚⊹♡.𖥔 ݁ Interviewss- I got none and I was too busy to go for optional interviews. I really did not display any demonstrated interest.
₊˚⊹♡.𖥔 ݁ D*ecisionss *(ALL REGULAR DECISION, actually I filed my international applications late like 2-3 weeks after the deadlines because I was in a depressive episode last January)
ACCEPTANCES
WAITLISTS
REJECTED
₊˚⊹♡.𖥔 ݁Reflection
well that was krazy HAHA. ik many people here showcase ivies and T20s and im not that remarkable with my t40s to t100s but i'd like to think its not that shabby for an unknown international from a third world country. my biggest regret is not applying for NYU, its my dream school but again considering my depressive episode from November to January I wasnt able to file my application on time. its a miracle that universities still accept late applications and im grateful for all that I have and received. If i could turn back time I wish I was a little bit stronger and more stable to have been able to apply for NYU, my common app essay about my favorite author was actually an alumni from NYU :")
but we carry the burdens of choice under the merits of luck; even with merit scholarships, I cant afford any of the international schools I was accepted to. more likely i'll have to attend the top university in my country. but i dont want to give up man i'll still try to appeal for financial aid and if that wont work I'll apply for transfer during my sophomore year to ivies and top LACs that give full financial aid to international transfers. the odds are low but never 0 and no harm in trying !! see you all again next year for my transfer results :]
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2024.05.19 05:42 MissDisMAy I won’t. But I want to. Every. Single. Day.

I was evicted by my own parents on Christmas Eve via texting war with my step day during a 10hr shift as a barber. I was informed my youngest daughter (6) wouldn’t be returning from her fathers house for Christmas that same day. My oldest daughter (16) and I were casted out of our family’s traditional Christmas festivities and we spent Christmas Eve and Day alone. The day after she went to “lunch” with my ex mother in law and never came home. I was devastated which caused a pain flare up (fybromiaga/myofacial pain syndrome/stage 4 endometriosis, degenerative disc disease). I couldn’t get out of bed. I had to call off. I was fired on January 3rd. On January 6th I was pulled over and arrested because the passenger of my vehicle had put 3GS of crack in an old prescription bottle of mine she stole from my house earlier that day. January 8th my phone was turned off. On the 10th my car broke down and I just got it back yesterday morning.
While my phone was off I missed every call and message sent to me by Child Services. I missed every opportunity to defend myself against the lies and accusations made by my ex. My mom had started forwarding my mail to the post office without my knowledge. I received not 1 certified letter. I missed my first 2 court dates.
I spent almost a month alone in the house I was abused in as a child/teen. The house I shared with my daughters, no car, no phone, no money, and eventually no food.
In a span of two weeks, I lost my kids, my family, my house, my job, my phone, my car, and was arrested.
I’ve never been in trouble in my life. Always had full custody of all three of my children find the age of 17. and for the most part without any involvement of their fathers outside of the weekends. But I lost all of it. My ex had manipulated my family in believing complete lies about me. Smear campaigns surround me every day. Every morning I wake up and realize where I am, and how far away from my children I am and I lose it. I cry every time I open my eyes. It’s been months. And every day it hurts more. Because I can’t afford a lawyer, there’s a very good chance I won’t get them back.
My son (22) lives in a different state but calls almost daily bc he knows he is the one that is keeping me here. But if I lose custody of my youngest daughter, like I did my oldest, there’s no way I can continue living like this, feeling this much pain, physically and emotionally every single day. My little one. I cry all day every day. She was my sidekick . We went everywhere together. She was right by my side since the day she was born, She is my best buddy and they ripped her away from me. Without a single conversation. Not one. My exes, vindictive, hateful actions can only possibly be fueled by his desire to not go to jail for the $15,000 he owes in back child support. Up until a week before this, he was still trying to come back home. Still making advances on me. Leading me to believe that we were friends. But now I know it was all part of the plan. He had been plotting for months. Because my family operates in such negativity towards me they happily took the bait. I will never speak to any of them again. And the only reason why I haven’t been able to get my children back is because he dismantled my life by ensuring that I couldn’t afford a lawyer. Nothing in the report was true. It was all lies based on hearsay. So I’m here to warn you… no matter how good of a mother you are, if someone is determined to take everything away from you, they will. All I have left to do is pray to whatever God will listen to me. A lawyer shows up at my doorstep, expecting zero payment, and they fight to bring the truth to light. for me. Otherwise this is all going to end soon for me. I just can’t handle the sadness. I haven’t seen my daughter since December 20, 2020 23. I never gone more than two days without her before that. my heart aches more at the thought of her being alone without her mother than it does for myself. My teenager is not trapped with her abusive narcissistic, father. Being treated like dog shit. Unable to speak to me or her brother. All my family invites that monster and his mistress to Easter and breaks bread with them. It’s all so twisted. I just want this nightmare to end.
Thank you for allowing me to vent.
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2024.05.19 05:19 Bernardod1234 How to get the christmas date?

So I got the christmas eve where I Turned myself in and make my romance character worry(Kawakami in this case) however I see some where they just spend christmas together
Anyone know how to get this one or am I'm going crazy?
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