#is this martha stewart approved?

[feralchaton]

Garlic Butter Candle

• 1 head Garlic

• 1 tbsp fresh herbs (i.e. thyme, rosemary, marjoram...)

• 1 Pinch Salt

• 1 tbsp Olive oil

• 1 Baguette or your favorite bread or roll, fresh

• 2 sticks *Cabot salted butter or Cabot extra creamery sea salted butter

• 1 Paper cup/silicon mold 12 - 16 ounces

[cardcaptorsakura96]

We're All In This Together-Chapter 7

Fandom: Supergirl, Batman, Superman, The Flash

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, Barbara Gordon, Leonard Snart, Mxyzptlk, John Stewart, Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Cat Grant, Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Winn Schott, Caitlyn Snow, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Nora Allen, Alura Danvers (OC), Alex Danvers, Martha Kent, Jonathan Kent, Eliza Danvers, J'onn J'onzz

Summary: Kara, Clark, and Barry are taken off guard by a request by the imp Mxyzptlk: watch over and protect the children of their alternate selves from a different Earth. Will our heroes rise to the occasion?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Kara and Barry smiled as they watched the kids sleep. Kara stretched, looked down, and chuckled as she stared at her watch. 

Barry raised an eyebrow and asked, “What’s so funny?”

Kara smiled and said, “We have been standing here staring at them for 30 minutes now.”

Barry smiled and said, “But they are so adorable.”

Kara chuckled and said, “I know, but we should probably be a little more productive. I know I am officially on leave, but I did have three articles I was in the middle of working on…”

Barry sighed and said, “I know what you mean. I had several cases I was working on. Normally, you have to offload your cases before going on leave. Not sure if Mxy in all of his planning arranged all of that.”

Kara shrugged and said, “He seemed pretty thorough…”

Barry rubbed the back of his neck and said, “I will probably run to Central City just to make sure. By the time I find out, I’ll swing by S.T.A.R. Labs to talk to Caitlyn, Felicity, and Oliver.”

Kara raised an eyebrow and asked, “Wouldn’t Felicity and Oliver be in Star City?”

Barry nodded and said, “Normally, but S.T.A.R. Labs is hosting an energy-saving conference with Caitlyn and Felicity being some of the main panelists. Oliver is hosting the entire thing.”

Kara winced and said, “Crap, I forgot with everything going on that I was supposed to be covering that event with Jimmy and Winn today for Catco. I need to check to see if they got someone to replace me for that or not.”

Barry asked, ”Did you want to meet at S.T.A.R. Labs while they are setting up for the event? I would imagine Clark would be back before then.”

Kara nodded and said, “Sure.”

Barry smiled and said, “Okay. Well, I am headed out. I will see you shortly.” 

And with that, Barry zoomed off as a red blur. 

Kara chuckled while shaking her head. She turned to head to the kitchen to grab her laptop when she heard her phone ring. She quickly zoomed to her room to grab her phone. 

“Hello?”

“Ah, Kierra. So your phone is working.”

Kara stuttered, “Ms. Grant…”

“You seem surprised to hear from me,” mused Ms. Grant. 

Kara chuckled nervously and said, “I just didn’t know that you got up this early.”

Ms. Grant sighed and said, “I decided on a quick vacation to Paris yesterday. I am several hours ahead of you right now.”

“Oh….”

Ms. Grant cleared her throat and said, “That is beside the point. I must say, Kierra. I know that we don’t communicate all the time, but as your mentor, I thought you would have the decency to let me know of important life changes.”

Kara stared at the phone shocked. She knew that Ms. Grant would have received the email from HR about her leave. However, Ms. Grant usually had her assistant field through those emails and dealt with it unless it was something that needed her direct approval. Kara had started to shift slightly back and forth. 

Ms. Grant scoffed and said, “I get that you wouldn’t have been able to tell me in person, but I at least expected a phone call, not a random email from HR saying you have three months of parental leave.”

Kara winced and said, “Ms. Grant, I didn’t mean any slight about not letting you know about the adoption. When, my friend, cousin, and I went into this, we didn’t know that it would be this quick of a process.”

“Adoption agencies usually give you some type of guideline of when you get the child.”

Kara stuttered and said, “We didn’t go through the adoption agency though. We had to do the reclaim process with LexCorp…”

The line was silent for a moment before Ms. Grant said softly, “Oh…I didn’t realize…” Ms. Grant was silent for a moment and asked gently, “Are you okay Kara?”

Kara looked down at her phone in surprise. She had seen multiple sides of Ms. Grant’s personality ranging from anger to indignation, but this gentler side she was displaying was a new one.

Kara said warily, “Yes, I'm fine. Why?”

Ms. Grant was silent momentarily before saying, “What Lex did to you and the others….that is such a violation. I am surprised honestly that Lex didn’t get a harsher sentence for what he has done…”

Kara gave a soft smile and said, “Oh, I agree with you. However, I choose to look at the positive which is that my friend, cousin, and I have three little ones to fawn over.”

Ms. Grant gave a slight chuckle. 

Kara frowned and asked, “What’s so funny?”

Ms. Grant sighed and said, “You are the only person I know who takes such a bleak situation that Lex caused, and puts a positive spin on it. I heard that LexCorp hadn’t been notifying the biological parents when they would give their child to them so some of the parents were not prepared for the kid’s arrival. I hope that you had a more positive experience than that.”

Kara chuckled nervously and said, “Nope, we just had an hour warning before the kids arrived.”

Ms. Grant scoffed and said, “The nerve of those Neanderthals.” Ms. Grant sighed and said, “That probably explains why HR put on rush on the leave of absence request for you. Normally, it would have taken a couple of weeks for approval, but we have been making exceptions with this whole LexCorp thing.” Ms. Grant paused for a moment and said, “If you need help with making living accommodations or kids supplies….”

Kara smiled and said, “Fortunately, we had enough space for the kids and enough supplies for them.”

Ms. Grant breathed a sigh of relief and said, “That’s good to hear. It is not only good to have supplies, but also to have a good support system. You know the saying that it takes a tribe to raise a child.”

Kara chuckled and said, “Actually, we are gathering our tribe as we speak. We just got the kids today, but we are throwing a party this Saturday to introduce them to family and friends. I would love it if you could come.”

Ms. Grant sighed and said, “I unfortunately won’t be able to attend. I promised Carter we would stay in Paris until Sunday, but….” Ms. Grant was silent for a moment before she asked, “How old are the kids?”

“The three kids are six years old.”

“That is perfect! They are the same age as Carter! We should do a playdate.”

Kara smiled and said, “I would like that.”

“How would next Monday at around noon sound?”

Kara was surprised. She didn’t think that Ms. Grant would take her up on that so quickly.

“Sure. Monday at noon would be awesome.”

“Wonderful. I will text you my address and Kara….”

“Yes…” said Kara hesitantly. 

Ms. Grant said warmly, “Welcome to motherhood.”

Read the rest on AO3

[stylecouncil]

not that I believe they’re having sex. I do believe he’s continuing his cocaine fueled affair with martha stewart though. which I approve of.

[paramorearchived]

November 7, 2012

Transcript:

One week.

My apologies for not posting this one here first... I didn't have time to do any replies though this morning, so I figured waiting til I had just a little time would be best. Either way, in case you hadn't read it yet, here's a post from our Tumblr earlier today:

One week that I hardly even remember since we finished the record. I use the term “finished” lightly because even while I’m typing all this I’m listening to an unfinished mix of one of the new songs. The guys and I still have approvals of all those to go through, album art, masters… is this boring to read yet?

Well, at least let me tell you this before we all from excitement over here. We have the extreme pleasure of working with yet another of our heroes on our 4th album… as if this process wasn’t already unbelievable… Ken Andrews of Failure/Year of the Rabbit/ON (some of our biggest inspirations/influences as a band) is mixing this album for us! Between Ken, JMJ, and Roger Manning, Jr. we are sort of in a musical daze. The amount of talent that is going into what we’re a part of right now is awe-inspiring for us as music fans. As a band, it’s humbling. If you’re not familiar with any of these guys’ past work, please do yourself the grand favor of using The Google to research and discover what each of them have created respectively. And if you’re interested in hearing an album that truly gave Paramore a beginning… then buy a copy of Failure’s ‘Fantastic Planet’.

And if you’re bored now then there is simply no hope for the future.

So what now? Basically, we’ll be “off” and “on” for the next little while putting together all the pieces that will (hopefully) be in your very hands before you know it. Just thinking about it makes me dizzy. In the greatest way possible. Like first kiss, first show, first time seeing the Cheesecake Factory menu… that kind of dizzy. It’s been, what, 3 years since we put out an album? Life at home, alone with my thoughts is cool and all but it feels like my brain is swelling up inside my head. I think I need to do something besides cooking healthy meals and fixing up Martha Stewart paper-craft decor for each holiday season. Blahhh domestication. (Let’s get this show on the road please!!)

- hayley

[friskynotebook]

You Make It Feel Like Christmas

An Obidala Hallmark Christmas movie rewrite!

CW: age gap, food, grief, death of a loved one

Summary: Padme Amidala is a Martha Stewart-type TV personality. Obi-Wan Kenobi is a widowed veterinarian. When Padme gets into a car accident on the way to her Christmas vacation, Obi-Wan and his adorable children nurse her back to health—and help her fall in love. A rewrite of the Hallmark Christmas movie "A Christmas to Remember."

Here it is! My first Obidala Hallmark Christmas movie rewrite! I hope you all like it.

The title is from the Neil Diamond Christmas song of the same name ✨ You can listen to it here.

Also on AO3!

“How does this outfit look?”

Padme Amidala was frantically tugging at her cream-colored v-neck sweater and adjusting the bow on her blue skirt as she walked down to her kitchen set.

“It looks gorgeous,” Mon Mothma, her executive producer, reassured her. “You’re beautiful.”

“Are you sure? Because I was reading the comments—”

“Padme,” Mon sighed.

“I know, but I saw Hannah from Duluth say I looked too New York in the last episode! Too New York! Do I really look too New York?”

“No, you don’t,” Mon said. “This is exactly why I tell you to not read the comments—”

“Because I want to look fashion forward but also approachable for the Midwest—am I approachable for the Midwest?” Padme reached over to a tray of hors d’oeuvres being carried by a production assistant and sampled one. “Just a little more paprika.”

“You’re very approachable,” Mon replied. “The outfit is perfect.”

“Because this is what I’d imagine someone wearing to go to maybe an office Christmas party—you know, the silver bells vibe, icicles and winter wonderland and all that.”

“That’s exactly how it looks—you look like Elsa hosting a dinner party.”

Padme gave her best friend a look. “That wasn’t exactly what I was going for, Mon.”

“But it’s probably what those viewers in the Midwest want to see.”

Padme was about to reply when she spotted the Christmas tree on the set. “Oh, no!”

“Oh no what?” Mon asked, looking over. She waved at the set decorator, Quarsh Panaka, who rushed over.

“What’s wrong, Padme?” he asked. “You don’t look happy.”

“It’s just . . . the tree. It looks nice but so sad! And it looks like it’s dying at the bottom?” Padme peered down at the wilting stems.

“Okay, can we get someone to cheer up this tree?” Quarsh asked the assistants around them.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Padme stopped an assistant wheeling over a giant gingerbread Empire State Building she had made earlier that day. “Why are there Hot Wheels at the bottom?”

“. . . Because it’s the Empire State Building? In New York City?” Dorme, the assistant, said.

“But the scale is all wrong! The cars are as tall as the first three floors of the building!” Padme fretted, wringing her hands. “Can we 86 the cars?”

“Sure, no problem,” Dorme said, pushing the cart away. 

“Thank you!” Padme called after her. “Great job with everything else!”

Another assistant came by carrying the turkey for Padme’s approval.

“Oh good! Let’s see how it looks—gaaaah!”

As Padme leaned forward to inspect the turkey, the assistant tripped, the turkey landing onto Padme’s shirt before collapsing on the ground.

“Oh my god, I am so, so sorry,” the assistant said as he scrambled to pick up the turkey.

“That was the perfect turkey,” Padme lamented, dabbing water on her sweater.

“Don’t worry, Padme, we have a backup turkey,” Mon said.

“But the backup turkey is not the perfect turkey, Mon!” Padme pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to freak out. “And what about my sweater?”

“We have a backup sweater,” Mon reassured her as a wardrobe assistant came out with an identical sweater.

“A backup turkey and a backup sweater. Perfect,” Padme sighed, following the wardrobe assistant to get changed.

##

“Mmm, that turkey looks so delicious,” Padme said, setting the turkey down on the perfectly decorated Christmas table. 

She turned towards the camera. “Thank you so much for joining me on my Christmas special. I’m Padme Amidala and from all of us at Home Style, we wish you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I hope it’s one to remember.”

“ . . . And we’re clear!” the director called.

“That was fabulous, Padme. Congratulations!” Mon beamed, walking with Padme away from the set.

“Thanks, Mon, but was it special enough for Christmas?” Padme asked.

“Of course it is,” Mon soothed. “Nobody does Christmas like you. And with your feature in Good Housekeeping coming out soon, everyone will know who Padme Amidala is.”

“So no pressure, is what you’re saying?” Padme teased, a sparkle in her eye.

Mon laughed. “Come, let’s have a cup of tea and unwind before we go.”

Mon led Padme to her office to fix them tea while Padme tried to calm herself down. Sure, the special seemed to go over well, but she was on the precipice of a career explosion—it had to be perfect, and Padme wasn’t sure the special met her sky-high expectations.

Mon set a cup of chocolate chili chai in front of her. “You seem on edge, Padme. Why don’t you come to my party tonight?” she suggested, sitting down on the couch next to her. “You can bring Anakin!”

Padme smiled and looked away. “Come on, Mon.”

“I know Anakin Skywalker isn’t your ideal man,” Mon said. “But he is a popular sportscaster and if you’re seen with him—especially at my party—it’ll help build your brand. It’s a good career move!”

Padme stopped herself from rolling her eyes. She knew Mon meant well and she wasn’t wrong by any means. But she hated feeling like her romantic life was part of her brand. She wasn’t just a TV personality—she was a person who, someday, wanted to fall in love and be happy without worrying about what it meant for her career.

Sure, Anakin was fine, but there was no spark there—if it wasn’t for her brand, she probably wouldn’t have gone on the second date.

“I think me and my brand are just going to spend the night at home soaking in the tub, curled up with a good book.” Padme deflected.

Mon sighed. “Look, I know your feelings about the holidays.”

Padme frowned. “What do you mean?”

“They’re hard on you.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Padme scoffed. “I just made an entire special devoted to Christmas!”

Mon raised her brow. “That doesn’t mean the holidays aren’t a tough period for you. You always get so stressed around this time of year.”

Trust your best friend to see right through your bullshit. Without really meaning to, Padme knew Mon had gotten to the heart of the issue.

Padme sighed. “To be honest, my mom was the one who really made Christmas special—she made me fall in love with all that magic. She’s probably the reason I got into all this in the first place . . .”

Mon placed a hand on Padme’s arm, waiting for her to continue.

“Since she’s been gone . . . Christmas hasn’t really been the same. No matter how hard I try, it never feels just right.” She shrugged. “Maybe that’s why I’m so stressed with this special—I want it to feel like Christmas with my mom. I want it to be something she’d be proud of.”

“I obviously didn’t know your mother as well as you did,” Mon began. “But I know in my heart, without a doubt, she’d be so proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished.”

Padme blinked back tears and squeezed Mon’s hand. “Thank you, Mon.”

After a beat, Mon continued. “I have a proposal for you.”

Padme raised a brow. “Oh?”

“If you come to my party, I promise you won’t have to do anything for a whole week.”

“A week? I’m listening.”

“I have the most gorgeous, peaceful chalet near Aspen. Go there. Relax, unwind. It’s by some of the most gorgeous hiking trails you can imagine,” Mon exclaimed.

Padme scoffed. “When have you ever known me to be a hiker, Mon?”

“It’s also near one of the best spas in Colorado,” Mon continued.

“I do love a good spa . . .”

“I know you do! Sometimes, all you need is to get away and recharge your batteries.”

Padme considered the offer, then smiled. “You know what? I think I’ll take you up on that. Thank you so much, Mon.” She reached over for a hug.

Mon squeezed her back. “Of course, Padme. It’s the least I can do . . . Now come to my party and bring Anakin!”

Padme chuckled and stood up. “Well I guess I have to now.”

“Yes, you do!”

##

Just outside Aspen, in the small town of Salida, Colorado, Dr. Obi-Wan Kenobi was driving his truck down the main drag, on his way to a house call.

The lights look beautiful at this time of year. There was nothing quite like Salida’s Christmas lights twinkling on the streetlamps, even on an overcast day like today. Not for the first time, he was thankful Qui-Gon Jinn had convinced him and Satine to move with him to Colorado from their home in England.

Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, he pulled into Adi Gallia’s driveway, stepping out of his truck and knocking at her door.

Adi answered quickly. “Dr. Kenobi, thank you so much. Katy just doesn’t seem . . . herself.”

“Hmm,” Obi-Wan murmured, stroking his beard. “Well, let’s take a look at our little patient.” He stepped inside and approached one of Adi’s living room chairs.

Adi sighed. “I guess I’m just a nervous mom . . .”

Obi-Wan crouched down in front of the long-haired cat and gently stroked her fur with the back of his hand. “Hello there, sweetheart . . . Feeling alright? Let’s take a look . . .”

##

“A little rest is all she needs,” Obi-Wan reassured her as Adi handed him a cup of tea. “Katy is going to be just fine.”

“Oh, thank you, Dr. Kenobi,” she said, settling down with Katy. “How are your kids doing?”

“Good, good. Korkie is reading every book he can get his hands on. Luke wants to be a vet, just like me.” He blushed, looking down at his tea. “And Leia is . . . Leia.” He chuckled.

“Have you decided what you wanted to do with your practice?”

“Well, I have my eye on a spot in town where I’m thinking about setting up my office,” he replied.

“What about the barn where your wife kept her horses?” Adi asked. “It’s such a beautiful old building.”

Obi-Wan gazed out the window, lost in thought. “Yes, it is . . . I’m just . . . not sure I’m ready yet.”

He cleared his throat. “Thank you so much for the tea, Adi, but I really must be going, I have a few more house calls to make.”

Adi started to stand as he did. “Please, don’t get up,” he said. “I can show myself out.”

“What do I owe you for today?”

Obi-Wan smiled. “No charge—It’s Christmas.”

##

“Wait, you’re going to Colorado?” Anakin asked, incredulous. He grabbed his drink from the bar set-up in Mon’s apartment. “I thought we’d hit up all the network parties here in New York.”

Padme sighed. “I’m sorry, Anakin, but when Mon offered her chalet to me—it seemed like too good an offer to pass up. Besides, I work 51 weeks out of the year—if I don’t get away now, when else can I?”

“I understand,” Anakin pouted, sipping his drink. “But don’t take too long—we’d be unstoppable.”

Padme swallowed, not quite sure how to respond.

Fortunately, she was saved from replying when Mon approached them both. “Honey, you look gorgeous!” Mon exclaimed. “And Anakin, you look as handsome as ever.”

“Milady.” Anakin tipped his drink towards Mon.

“Mon, this party is wonderful and you look stunning,” Padme beamed, squeezing her friend’s arm.

“Anakin, may I borrow Padme for a bit?”

“Only for a little while,” Anakin grinned.

“Let me introduce you to the network president,” Mon said, leading Padme to the opposite end of the room.

##

Mon came back into the kitchen after escorting the last guest out. “Padme! What are you doing?”

Padme put the last glass in the dishwasher. “I’m cleaning your kitchen! You’ve got so many dishes here—you can’t do it all yourself.”

“Which is why I have a cleaning service coming in the morning,” Mon replied. “Stop cleaning! As of right now, you’re officially on vacation.”

Padme flopped down in a chair. “Ugh, Christmas is so much work. It never felt that way when it was just me and my mom.”

Mon poured her a glass of wine and sat down on the couch. “Maybe that was because you were a child and didn’t have to do anything?” she teased.

Padme chuckled. “No, it isn’t just that . . . I remember this one Christmas when my mom made me this special dress because I was playing an angel in the Christmas pageant at school, and it was all sparkly and glowing and almost iridescent.”

She sighed. “I loved it so much, I didn’t want to take it off, even after we got home, so my mom let me fall asleep on the couch, waiting for Santa, and I fell asleep to the sound of Christmas music playing, with gingerbread wafting through the air and the feeling of her hand stroking my hair as I drifted off.”

Mon swallowed. “Your mother was very special.”

Padme nodded. “She was.”

“Maybe this break is exactly what you need—a way to make Christmas feel like it used to. Simple and magical, yet also perfect.”

Padme smiled softly. “I think you’re right.”

##

That evening, Obi-Wan found himself sitting in a local restaurant across from Siri Tachi, city hall’s office administrator, on what most people would consider a date.

To Obi-Wan, it felt more like forced confinement.

Still, he was a gentleman through and through and was trying his best to have a good time.

“This is nice,” Siri said.

Obi-Wan offered what he hoped was a believable smile and sipped his wine. “Yes. It is.”

“You know,” Siri began. “I just can’t believe we’ve never been on a date before.”

Obi-Wan furrowed his brow. “Oh?”

“Because, you know, I’ve always had a huge crush on you.”

He choked on his wine. “I, um. Definitely didn’t know that.”

“Oh come on! I thought I was being obvious!” Siri chuckled. “Of course, you were with your wife and then she . . .”

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, glancing down at his plate.

“God, I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t even know why I brought that up.”

He mustered up a small yet genuine smile. “It’s alright. It happens.”

“So, how’s your—”

“Is that salad any—”

They stopped and shared an awkward laugh.

“Please, go ahead,” Obi-Wan said.

“How’s the burger?” Siri asked.

“It’s, it’s good. How’s the . . . is that tofu?”

“Did you want some? You should try some!” she exclaimed, gathering a forkful of the overcooked tofu. “It’s delicious.”

“Oh, no, that’s alright,” he brushed her off, reaching for his glass of wine again.

“I insist!” Siri brought the fork closer to his mouth.”

“Really, I’m not much of a tofu person,” Obi-Wan continued, backing away slightly.

“Come on!” she said, inching closer.

“Well, alright,” he agreed, bracing himself.

She shoved the forkful of tofu into his mouth—he’s had good tofu before, but this tofu was mushy and overdone and downright nasty. He choked it down as best he could.

“It’s . . .” Obi-Wan swallowed. “It has an . . . interesting consistency.”

Siri set the fork down and picked up her glass, sighing.

## 

Whenever Obi-Wan arrived home after dark, he always made a point to check in on his children.

He crept into the twins’ rooms first, kissing Leia on the forehead and settling Luke back into his bed and under the warm covers.

“Shh, shh,” he cooed when Luke started to stir. “Go back to sleep, dear one.”

When he opened Korkie’s door, he wasn’t surprised by what he saw.

“Guess who should be asleep and not reading . . .” His words were tempered by the soft grin spreading across his face.

“I just want to finish this last chapter, Dad,” Korkie whined playfully.

“Well, that chapter is going to have to wait until the morning.” Obi-Wan approached the bed, reaching for the novel in his son’s hands. “You’ll have to be in suspense all night long.”

Korkie pouted but handed the book over.

“Light off, please.”

Korkie took off his flashlight headband and handed that over to his dad.

Obi-Wan set them to the side, then tucked him in, making sure the blankets were secure around his shoulders.

“Night-night, my bookworm boy,” he said, pressing a kiss to Korkie’s temple.

Korkie smiled and closed his eyes. “Night, Dad.”

##

Obi-Wan wandered back into the kitchen, almost tripping over their little dog, Lola.

“You don’t know how to run a dishwasher?” he asked, glancing at the pots and pans littering the countertops.

Qui-Gon chuckled. “I watched the children and cooked for them tonight—isn’t that enough?”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “I suppose you’ve done your duty.” He started loading the dishwasher as Qui-Gon fixed himself another plate of beef stroganoff. 

When Obi-Wan finished, he and Qui-Gon settled in for their regular evening game of backgammon.

“Double sixes! Again!” Obi-Wan exclaimed.

“I swear, it’s like you have a gift for this game.” Qui-Gon shook his head and took another bite of the stroganoff.

“If you’re jealous, Qui-Gon, just say so.” Obi-Wan made his move on the board.

“So, how did it go with what’s-her-name?” Qui-Gon asked around his food.

“Siri?” Obi-Wan stroked his beard. “Well, she force-fed me tofu.”

Qui-Gon wrinkled his nose. “Ew.”

Obi-Wan turned back to the board. “It just wasn’t a good fit. I don’t really like being set up anyways.”

Qui-Gon took another bite, sensing Obi-Wan hadn’t finished.

Obi-Wan leaned back, stroking his beard again. “To tell you the truth,” he began, “I think these things should happen naturally. Organically . . . Like two pieces of a puzzle coming together.”

“It’ll feel right,” Qui-Gon supplied.

Obi-Wan smiled and turned his focus back to the game. “Exactly.”

##

“God, I can’t see anything on these roads,” Padme lamented, driving her rented sedan down a remote Colorado road. “Why didn’t they have any SUVs left at the airport?”

She gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying valiantly to keep the car driving in a straight line.

##

At the Lars’ farm on the outskirts of town, Obi-Wan packed his medical bag as Luke watched on in awe. Obi-Wan stood, petting the horse and kissing her muzzle. 

“What did you think? Pretty amazing, right?” he asked his son.

“Yeah, it was!” Luke exclaimed as Obi-Wan put an arm around him. “She’s gonna be okay.”

“Yes, she will.”

“And the foal?” Luke asked.

Obi-Wan squeezed his shoulder. “She knows exactly what to do. They’re both going to be just fine, darling, don’t you worry.”

“I was pretty worried before your dad got here,” Owen Lars teased. “And when I saw he brought you, I knew Betsy was in good hands.”

Luke giggled, leaning against his father.

“Hey, Obi-Wan, can I talk to you for a minute?” Owen asked, turning to Obi-Wan.

“Why don’t you head to the truck, Luke? I’ll be there in a second.”

“Okay!” Luke ran off.

Owen sighed, then met Obi-Wan’s eyes. “Look, I hate to do this to you, but . . . We’re a little bit short right now—”

Obi-Wan furrowed his brow. “Owen, don’t worry about it.” He placed a hand on the other man’s shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s the holidays.”

“I’ll settle up with you in the new year,” Owen promised.

“Alright,” Obi-Wan replied.

“Thank you, Obi-Wan.” Owen offered him his hand.

Obi-Wan shook it. “Anytime, Owen.”

“In the meantime, you have to take home one of Beru’s apple pies. They’re the best in the county for a reason.”

Obi-Wan grinned. “We would love that.”

##

Padme slapped the radio off after Mariah Carey played for the fourth time that hour.

“I can’t hear myself think,” she muttered, focusing on the road.

“Wait a minute.” She narrowed her eyes. “This isn’t right—I’m going the wrong way.

Padme reached for her phone, trying to find Waze. “What do you mean no signal?! Damn it!”

She threw her phone into the seat next to her and looked up—only to see a deer standing in the middle of the road.

“Oh!”

She turned the wheel hard and skidded on black ice, crashing into a snowbank and down a small hill.

No-pressure tags: @obiknights @your-dose-of-obidala @cypanache @celestial-alignment @alabama-metal-man @heyhawtdawgs

[syazresearch]

False Memories, Misinformation Effect and Eyewitness Testimony Prof. Elizabeth Loftus

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This topic has piqued interest in me when I saw the title. However, after finishing the podcast, it somehow brough my thought in distraught as I kept thinking as this research is somehow on the grey borderline of ethical.

Prof. Elizabeth have explained that brain may recollect a false memory. Going through some events and it may be through information we previously talked about or from other people’s experience. Humans are flawed so they can forget. Some of the memory was picked up and adopted in their own memory collection, bits of pieces from the accidents, and a mistaken recollection.

For as example, quoted from the podcast:

"The memory of Hillary Clinton, on the campaign, she talked about the horrible trip she went to Bolivia, when in fact she had actually a peaceful landing, welcomed by children. Nothing horrendous happened like she was telling the press. This shows that she is human, she made mistakes."

There's the idea of implanting and manufacturing memories to modify human’s behavior. Although, I do believe it is unethical in implanting false memories in people's brains as whatever experience they have gone through defines what they are.

Does ethics research committee give permission to perform such implanting memories research? Yes, with the condition that there is certain processes first to go through first, to get approvals.

Prof. Elizabeth mentioned, in order to measure or to differentiate between false and true memory, they may be able to create comparison between the outcome after retelling the memory, as some people tend to become emotional towards true memory compared to false memory.

However, I believe it is hard to identify false and true memories as she did mention that some also could be emotional, despite being planted false memories. 

I do agree that this topic is good to educate people that different people's opinion does not mean its facts, aside from that, they have accurate knowledge about memory. They will be based on accurate memory and not on misconceptions as it may alter the reality of memory.

Consciousness is still have not been revealed yet and a lot more to learn on whether it is related. I believe more research we can venture on and explore regarding this topic.

Key Questions: Can we change people’s memories? Does planting false memories leaning towards ethical or unethical? How do you differentiate false and true memory?

Prof. Elizabeth Loftus is one of the nation's leading experts on memory. She has been an expert witness or consultant in hundreds of cases, including the McMartin preschool molestation case, the trial of Oliver North, the trial of the officers accused in the Rodney King beating, and litigation involving Michael Jackson, Martha Stewart, Scooter Libby and the Duke University Lacrosse players.

She specializes in Psychological Sciences. Loftus' study has made a significant contribution to psychology and opened up a new and controversial area of psychology and memory.

Prof. Elizabeth Loftus has appeared on numerous talk shows, including The Oprah Winfrey Show. She has written 19 books and approximately 200 papers. 

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Listen to podcast here.

[themainlondongirl]

Hooonnneeyyyyyy! Youre back and ya looking good. I used to watch religiously for your relationship advice bc i can relate fasho. Give us the TEA plz... who is in your lyfe now?

Hey! Thanks for the shout out and i appreciate the love.

Hmmm.... currently single and im stuggling to find myself interested in the mingle part of this new journey. Its mostly because im trying hard to get over a recent breakup and ive just been enjoying myself evolving and growing without feeling like im holding myself or him back from whatever it is we were growing apart from each other. I could easily tell this was a once in a life time type of love and man, i held onto it for as long as i could. You know, until you reach that breaking point where you can feel that the love wasn't satisfying each other enough to sustain actually being on the same page or being pleasant or interested in each others needs. While i continue my rant about a guy i haven't spoken to in what feels like forever, i constantly am looking back to thank him. WHILE he did in the end break me down and attempted to make me feel disposable, I am so grateful for what we had and i am equally thankful that he made me see that i needed more love for myself than he could ever give to me. He made me relish and resent the statement "If you truly love someone, sometimes its best to let them go". I always know thats the end of any relationship when i see that statement flashing through my head because its hard for me to want to look back when ive EVOLVED away from others.

Anyway, I am on this amazing path now... typical me. I turn barriers and burdens into my fruit for life. The value i see for me is beyond comparison now. I have a amazing job in marketing downtown with my own office, I stopped drinking and recreational drugs (mostly for my salary, the job pays very handsomely), Im in therapy regularly and i think its the best thing to do after a breakup....hint hint lol I'm taking my life insurance exam in the next week and im absolutely confident (Thank you INSURANCE EXAM QUEEN), I have the coolest kickass girlfriends (definitely a sex and the city type vibes- without the cute guys and the cornucopia amount of sex), I have a nice place (my room is always Martha Stewart approved), my lovely roommates that are all about "Sisters and growth"( sounds a little like my old sorority moto) and trust me, i couldn't be happier.

So, there's the tea and coffee so far for you. I really don't know if that answered your question but if it wasn't clear enough for you, let me break it down for you. Honey is loving, laughing and living for Honey. Right now, i wouldn't have it any other way.

#evolve #relationships #growth #selfcare #newmotivation

[my-projectzo]

Kevin O'Leary Slams Spot Bitcoin ETF Fees, Says Not Buying

If there’s one investment “Shark Tank” star Kevin O’Leary is out on, it’s bitcoin ETFs. Spot bitcoin ETFs secure multiple bitcoins in a digital vault, the purpose of which is to mirror the current price of bitcoins in the market. The SEC approved 11 different spot bitcoin ETFs for trading in the U.S. on January 10. Related: Kevin O’Leary Slams Martha Stewart’s Comments on Remote Work: ‘Nobody…

[kerringtonthoughts]

The Goths

Greetings, Gothic enthusiasts, and interior design critics! Today, we're venturing into the unsettling world of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Fall of the House of Usher," where mansions crumble faster than a game of Jenga, family drama is as twisted as a pretzel, and everyone seems to have a flair for interior decorating that would make Martha Stewart reconsider her life choices. Join me on this sarcastic journey through the haunted halls of Usher, as we explore how this Gothic masterpiece relates to early American times and our own modern-day domestic nightmares.

Roderick Usher, the man who proves that home renovation projects can lead to more than just a Pinterest fail. In the grandiose halls of the Usher mansion, where every creak echoes like the ghost of an HGTV host weeping, Roderick's attempts at DIY interior design result in a home that makes the Winchester Mystery House look like a model of practical architecture.

Madeline Usher, the queen of family drama with a plot twist more shocking than a reality TV finale. In the gloomy shadows of the Usher estate, where secrets are as abundant as cobwebs, Madeline's grand entrance is the stuff of early American soap operas. Move over, Downton Abbey; the Ushers were serving drama before it was cool.

The Usher mansion's aesthetic is the OG haunted house chic, inspiring generations of horror enthusiasts. Fast forward to today, where homeowners embrace the haunted house aesthetic in the form of distressed furniture, peeling wallpaper, and ghostly moans that may or may not be the central heating acting up.

The Ushers had a family curse that makes modern family dynamics look like a Disney sitcom. In early America, where family feuds were as common as smallpox, the Usher curse takes the cake. Forget sibling rivalry; Roderick and Madeline redefine "sibling goals" in a way that would make the Kardashians nod in approval.

Roderick's melancholia is the early American version of "emo" before it became a music genre. In the depths of the Usher mansion, where gloominess is both an aesthetic and a lifestyle, Roderick sets the mood for centuries to come. Move over, Hot Topic; Roderick was the original purveyor of melancholic vibes.

"The Fall of the House of Usher" is a sarcastically dark comedy of family drama, haunted house aesthetics, and questionable interior design choices. So, the next time you find yourself contemplating a home renovation or caught up in family melodrama, remember: the Ushers did it first, and they did it with Gothic flair. Stay sarcastic, my haunted home enthusiasts!

[sometimesanalice]

JORDAN!

I love your reblogs I hoard them the way a squirrel hoards their little nut stash, lol.

It absolutely would not have been a Thanksgiving fic without invoking your patron saint! I'm so happy that their get together got your thumbs up too!

And I hope you'll forgive me for withholding [redacted] from you this time! You get all my fic planning (and editing) nonsense, but I like to make sure you surprise every now and then! A little treat that I haven't talked you ear off about! (BUT IT IS SO HARD BECAUSE I AM ALWAYS DYINGGGG TO TELL YOUUUUUU!)

more for you!

And maybe if you had asked him when the sun was up instead of at 3 AM he might have known better than to give you such a noncommittal answer. - i can absolutely picture her sitting up straight in bed at 3am GASPING about the cranberry sauce - AS SHE SHOULD, MIND YOU!-- CRANBERRY SAUCE MATTERS! and people have OPINIONS! SG isn't about to dial in her first big Thanksgiving hosting duties! And bless Bradley, but he really should have known better, lol. It's 3 AM sir, IT MATTERS EXTRA BEFORE THE SUN IS UP!

Your mom had always made it clear that he had an open invitation to join in whatever merry festivities were happening with your family - her mom is so sweet! i just know she was so excited when she found out they were a couple! i love how often she’s mentioned in the fics too?-- Oh I think it made her so happy. Bradley is her Sweet Boy and them together? Like the moms never did the "oooh look at them thing" because that's so weird and puts so much pressure on kids. But I think she's always loved how he's looked out of her daughter. I just love the history that is there and how entwined their families were at the start.

There was a display of pumpkins, ribbons, and a garland of strung dried orange slices that decorated the fireplace - okay i’m obsessed martha stewart?!!? and then the pinecone place cards to say nothing about the new green lower cabinets???? i love their house so so much it seems so cozy and lived in (even though they’re not real…) and don’t even get me started on how camp the oversized confetti is (do i reread the first time fic? mayhaps)-- Pinterest came THROUGH for me. But the camp confetti is the crowning glory, I GIGGLED when I thought of it, haha!

“Don’t think that’s what I was hearing thirty minutes ago when we had that pretty green dress of yours bunched around your hips. Sounded something like ‘more, Bradley, more’ to me.” - 🫠🫠 pls just take me against the dishwasher i’m BEGGING and the pretty GREEN dress that gets bunched up around my hips?! PLUS IT’S VELVET?? say less pls-- we know how much they like their kitchen! She's always worried about the neighbors getting an eyeful, expecially when they have a cute al fresco brunch on their deck and she's only wearing his shirt 💁🏼‍♀️ but also bradley's favorite color and that soft fabric??! man is definitely not trying to keep his hands to himself, sorry y'all dinner is going to be delayed

“I was kidding,” you say, stopping your agitated whisking to go fluff the stuffing instead. - i love her so much. like all the mannerisms and whatnot they’re so in character and in tune and realistic to what we’ve seen from her?-- she's like "how dare you call me out like that it was a joke??" when they both know it was not a joke in the leasttttt, lol. Sweet Girl, anxious girl! But also that is the best compliment to get! It had been awhile since I've focused on them and I really wanted this slightly older version of her to still seem like her. (which means I just need to write more of Them™️)

He reaches for a couple plates, holding them up for your approval and you point to the one on the right. - i’m actually obsessed with this line which seems so random BUT IT’S SO REALISTIC?!? my mom and i spent 15 minutes doing this earlier today!- He learned his lesson quickly after the cranberry incident! If he doesn't have an opinion, he knows she's going to. But I really wanted there to be a moment showing how in sync they are together as a team? Like the type of conversations without words and how they understand each other?

And sometimes when he looks at you he can so clearly see the little girl he’d been forced to entertain for hours when your moms were hanging out. You went from being his favorite nuisance to his best friend to his everything. - i think this is one of the reasons why i love them as a couple so much? there’s just SO much history? and bradley being like “i was FORCED to hang out with her” lol sure sure i get it, suuuuure (i need more of younger them)-- I LOVE THEIR HISTORYYYYY! I was so soft over this line. He was always appeasing his mom until he realized he liked hanging out with her. He's always loved her but now he gets to be in love with her 🥰

After nearly two decades of hard beds on foreign bases and on lumpy carrier mattresses, he’s never slept as well as he did since the two of you found your way to each other. His peace was found under a fluffy green duvet on a wooden canopy bed with you tucked under his arm. - NO BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK?!!?! how could you do this to me - question mark? it’s so pretty and lovely!!! and then her emphatic “no. no i wouldn’t” (it reminded me of That Line)-- OK BUT CAN YOU BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THAT LINE UNTIL YOU REMINDED ME OF IT HERE???!!! Like we KNOW how soft, how delicate I am about Delployment!Bradley. But that THEY both know what it means for him to have a home and a bed and a wife and a dog and a family of his own???? anywaysssss im weeping its fine

“‘In Ina we trust’,” you say with a serious nod of your head. - i’m fucking GAGGED!??!!! MY QUEEN! MY PATRON SAINT!?! (also bradley kind of IS jeffrey like career wise so…)-- i did it for youuuuuuuuu! 💖

It fit a little more snug that he remembered it, but he thought he still pulled it off well. - i told you this earlier but this is so fucking hot like godddddddd daddy?!?! his big arms!?!-- LITERALLY 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 like no wonder miss ma'am like needed a moment with him even as the countdown was on, sheeeeshhhhhh

He still doesn’t know how he ended up with a dog named Duck. - MOTHER FUCKING DUCK THE DOG MY SWEET BOY!! also it’s duck, like quack is HILARIOUS and i can just see the look on his face saying it-- i'm going to write this one, i'm going to write this oneeeee!

He couldn’t wait to surprise you with the golden tennis ball that the shelter sends out as a thank you after a decade of donations. - golden balls!!!! also i hope he has to get it in person and sees casey and is like HA I WIN-- he's playing the LONG game! he saw the potential! the opportunity! and he's running with it! I also think he genuinely loves the idea of being able to surprise her? Like they know so much about each other so when they get to surprise the other, it's like the best thing to them!

“Woah, woah,” he says as he catches you on the way to the fridge and pulls you to his chest, “C’mere, my sweet girl.” - MY SWEET GIRL (CAPITALIZED!!!!) i love this so much! the faulty stemware! then the butter! this is so sweet and i love that it’s what gets us the big reveal!-- the MY sweet girl absolutely SENT ME. that's his pregnant best friend and wife and soulmate! I knew it had to be something silly, like chilled butter, something that any rational person would be like "thata's not a big deal" but would be devastating to someone cooking up a baby Bradshaw (or two 🤗)

There are times in the soft quiet of night, usually when you are asleep and his mind won’t quite settle, that he sometimes thinks he was put on this Earth to hold you. - how do you write this beautifully? it’s really not far to me of my (pregnancy less) hormones? this is so lovely-- 😭💖 i just love them so muchhhhh, i want thissssss

“Hey kids, I brought the turkey,” Mav calls out from the entry. - i too PANICKED when i first read this line-- bradley is trying to keep it together! he just calmed down his wife and now he has to worry about his dad going off script?!! THE OVEN SPACE MAV!

“Cooper Mitchell Ford Bradshaw, you are without a doubt the cutest turkey I have ever seen,” - alexa…i’m really not over this name? it is so so soooooooo perfect? like i think it’s the best baby boy name i’ve ever seen in a bradley x reader fic? and i’m being so serious. like im speechless COOPER? MITCHELL? FORD? goodnight y’all!-- I AGONIZEDDDDDDDD about the name!! Like HOURS of combing baby names and trying to get the combo just right! And COOPER MITCHELL FORD BRADSHAW HAS MY HEART! With his chubby cheeks and precious curls 😭 Like the Bradshaw line is continuing but I wanted there to be some MavDad love and then something of JUST Bradley too.

The man had always been his father in everything but name. That is until he’d seen the man who raised him hold his son for the first time. “Yeah, Dad,” Bradley says, clearing his throat a bit, “Everything’s perfect.” - i actually started crying when bradley says “yeah dad” because like??? we have him think it a lot and it’s clearly something that means a lot to him, but to have him verbalize it is just so wonderful and lovely?-- THAT'S HIS DAD! THAT'S HIS FAMILY! Like it's one thing for him to think it, but I also needed him to say it and for it to be like a normal thing?? That they've been able to reach that point and heal that hurt? oh now i am crying

There are no words for the pride and love that washes over him every time he looks over and sees you with his son propped up on your hip and the way your pretty dress stretches around your growing family. - 🤭🤭🤭 this is so so lovely i don’t have anything else to say-- His Kid and his kids.

Cooper grins when he sees him, his tiny hand reaching out for his dad. For him. - stop 🥺🥺 i’m crying again-- THAT'S HIS KID HE'S HIS DAD! Part of him, part of her. His place in the world is with themmmmmm

Now I need to reread this fic because them and their family mean so much to meeeee! thank you for loving them with me!

In a Place Just Right

Summary: It's your first year hosting Thanksgiving in San Diego for the Daggers and Bradley can tell you're a little nervous about it. But he already knows it's going to be one for the books, because any holiday spent with you better than anything he could have imagined.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 5K

Warnings: fluff and allusions to smut (minors dni)

(author's note: this fic is set in the 'Like I Can Universe', but can be read on it's own! Happy Thanksgiving, friends!)

For the last six years Penny has been the one to host Daggersgiving, but this year hostess duties had fallen on your plate. Needless to say, Bradley knew you were more than a little stressed about it.

When you had asked him about his opinion on the merits of canned cranberry sauce versus homemade he’d blinked at you a few times before asking, “Is this a thing people care about?”

He’ll never forget how adorably aghast you looked to learn that he had no preference on the matter. And maybe if you had asked him when the sun was up instead of at 3 AM he might have known better than to give you such a noncommittal answer.

“Both, we’ll have both,” you’d stated resolutely.

“Whatever you want, kid," he’d murmured as he’d pulled you to his chest and wrapped an arm around your stomach. His smart and beautiful wife. "Now go back to sleep, you’re supposed to be dreaming of sugarplums not cranberries."

“Wrong holiday, Bradley,” you’d sighed, relaxing against him. And it hadn’t taken you long to fall back asleep with that cranberry crisis having been averted.

But now people were due to show up in less than an hour and you were fluttering around the kitchen like a madwoman in a very pretty green dress, "I knew that quickie was a bad idea. You're never quick, Bradley."

He’d been away and missed many holidays over the years due to his career.

Your mom had always made it clear that he had an open invitation to join in whatever merry festivities were happening with your family, but more often than not it rarely aligned with him being stationed all over the world. But he’d always been happy to get to have a phone call with you and eat the homemade cookies you’d sent him on those years spent apart.

But now Bradley got to look forward to spending every holiday with you in the home you shared with him.

Over the last week the house had slowly but surely transformed into something that was straight out of a magazine.

There was a display of pumpkins, ribbons, and a garland of strung dried orange slices that decorated the fireplace. And overpriced candles from your favorite store flickered cheerfully on every surface that wasn’t a fire hazard to a bunch of enthusiastic Naval aviators. The dining table was dressed up to the nines and everyone spot with their names painstakingly written in your pretty script on a place card sitting in a pinecone.

You had even made some oversized confetti in the shape of oak leaves out of some old books, the copy of ‘Why Men Love Bitches’ that Nat had given him years ago as a joke was finally repurposed and recycled into something more festive over where the beverages had been set up.

The whole house smells amazing. Warm cinnamons and nutmegs mixing with bright citrus and warm vanillas. The kitchen island and countertops were filled with various plates and platters and bowls of dips, charcuterie, fruit and vegetables, nuts, and other savories. All the other dishes were being kept warm in the ovens for when everyone arrived and was ready to settle around the dining table for dinner.

Bradley was positive that no one would leave feeling hungry. He also wasn’t entirely sure where the things his friends where going to go, but there were worst problems to have.

Penny had taken Amelia with her to visit her family on the East Coast. They’d decided it would probably be better for Mav to hang back in San Diego for the holiday, those tensions with her dad were still a bit strained even though they’d been married for almost four years now.

Which is how the Bradshaw’s were hosting their first Thanksgiving for everyone.

This morning had been organized chaos. Some of the last minute-things had only managed to be checked off with the assistance of strong coffee and a good playlist.

However, he’d still managed to sneak in the opportunity to spin you around the kitchen to your wedding song when it came up on shuffle. After all the cranberries were still popping and boiling down; there was time for it, he'd always make time for it.

But that was then.

Now, you are glaring at him like you’d been personally victimized by him and his cock.

“You complaining, sweet girl?” he asks with a smirk, leaning his hip against the kitchen island watching as you briskly stir the gravy heating up in the copper sauce pot on the stove. “Don’t think that’s what I was hearing thirty minutes ago when we had that pretty green dress of yours bunched around your hips. Sounded something like ‘more, Bradley, more’ to me.”

You shoot him a look that would make a weaker man wither, but he’s built up an immunity to it over a lifetime of having it directed at him.

“I think that’s quite enough out of you,” you reprimand, but he sees the amusement in your eyes even as you fight to keep the annoyed façade on your face. “We’re behind schedule now. I thought I buffered in enough time, just in case-”

“Just in case you begged me to give you an orgasm to, and I quote, ‘help me chill out’?”

“I was kidding,” you say, stopping your agitated whisking to go fluff the stuffing instead.

“All I’m saying is that if my beautiful wife is begging for me, I’m certainly not going to say no. I’m only human,” he says with an all too pleased shrug.

Bradley grabs the can opener and works on opening the canned cranberry sauce. He reaches for a couple plates, holding them up for your approval and you point to the one on the right. The scalloped white one with gold rim it'll be.

“For the record, I certainly did not beg,” you say primly, glowering into the homemade stuffing that you’d had him get the bread from the nice bakery across town for.

“Sure, sure,” he drawls, the smirk growing wider on his face as he sets to freeing the jelly from its rippled container.

He knows he shouldn’t tease you right now, but you’re so cute when you get huffy that he can’t help himself. He’s known that petulant raise of your chin his whole life. And sometimes when he looks at you he can so clearly see the little girl he’d been forced to entertain for hours when your moms were hanging out.

You went from being his favorite nuisance to his best friend to his everything.

“Do I still look ok? Or do I need to do a quick refresh before everyone gets here?” you ask. You turn to fully face him, tilting your head one way and then another for his inspection.

He would happily stare at you all day if you’d let him. He loves your pretty eyes and what you’ve done with your hair.

“You’re beautiful,” he grins, “And if anyone asks, we can just say you’re flushed from all the cooking.”

“Bradley,” you whine setting down your wooden spoon down on the counter with a sharp thwack.

“Ok, ok. I’m done, I promise,” he says putting his hands up in surrender with a chuckle.

He pushes off the counter and grabs a glass off of one of the floating shelves and fills it with some ice water.

“Good,” you tut haughtily, as you fiddle with the white and orange striped kitchen towel hanging on the oven door, “I was about to threaten to make you sleep on the couch tonight.”

“You wouldn’t.” Even the thought of it makes his stomach feel unsettled.

After nearly two decades of hard beds on foreign bases and on lumpy carrier mattresses, he’s never slept as well as he did since the two of you found your way to each other.

His peace was found under a fluffy green duvet on a wooden canopy bed with you tucked under his arm.

“No. No, I wouldn’t,” you agree, leaning in to place a soft kiss to his cheek in thanks when he presses the cold glass into your hands.

Bradley tugs you away from the warm stove and you reluctantly follow and sit on the barstool he’s pulled out for you on the other side of the kitchen island.

He runs his hand up and down your back comfortingly as you take a few sips, “We’re in a great place, sweet girl.”

“Mhm, yeah. Sure, of course.” You couldn’t sound less unsure if you tried. “It’s just… I’m nervous about the mushroom and leeks bread pudding. I’ve never made it before. And what if we run out of wine?”

“What’s been our motto?” he asks, taking over the helm at the stove whisking the gravy together as it begins to thicken.

“‘In Ina we trust’,” you say with a serious nod of your head. 

“Atta girl, we sure do. And Nat said she’s is bringing a few bottles she picked up from when she went to Napa, the good shit. It’s going to be great. Trust me,” he says giving you a warm smile. “Will it make you feel better to go over everything again?”

“Yes, please,” you say, anxiously drumming your fingers along the side of your water glass.

He’d stepped up where he could like making sure the house was pristine and cleaning up the yard by blowing off the wrinkled remainders of the yellow Tipuana flowers. He’d even been able to source and rent some more chairs to make sure that everyone would have a seat at the table.

Bradley wasn’t a schlump in the kitchen. He knew his way around a cookbook and a stove. His knife skills were pretty damn good too, if he did say so himself. But he also knew when somethings were out of his wheelhouse. So he’d taken to being your sous chef, and had taken to washing and prepping the ingredients for you so that all you had to do was toss them in whatever shiny pot they were destined for.

He even made his mom’s favorite pie. It had been years since he's had it, and he was excited to share it with everyone.

Your mom had mailed the copy of the original recipe she had that was written in Carole’s rounded, flourished script. You had made a photocopy of it to use so that the original didn’t get ruined, and then pointed out a spot on the wall where you said you’d thought it would look nice in a frame hanging in the kitchen. And he'd fallen a little more in love with you.

“Ok, hit me with it,” he says turning the heat to low for the gravy and putting the lid on.

This was a partnership through and through, he was going to give you all the support you needed.

“The turkey?”

Bradley picks up the fancy digital meat thermometer he’d bought for the occasion to check, “Big Bird has an hour and twenty more minutes to work on his tan and then he’ll rest for another thirty. Giving people time to graze and mingle and get some drinks in them, just like you wanted.”

You nod and hum contemplatively, “I’ve been thinking we need a salad. I don’t feel like we have enough vegetable options.”

He knows better than to point out that you’re currently snacking on snap peas from not one, but three, of the veggie platters the two of you had put together the night before.

“We’ve got the crispy brussels sprouts, the garlic and hazelnut green beans, and the honey glazed carrots with lemon. We’re more than fine on the fiber and beta-carotene. Michelle Obama would be proud, kid.”

That gets a little laugh from you.

“Well, as long as you think Michelle would be happy than we’re probably fine,” you say with a smile around your water glass that tells him you know exactly what he’s doing invoking your favorite First Lady.

“What else are you thinking about?” Bradley asks peering in the lower of their double ovens, where foiled covered dishes are lined up in perfect symmetry are warming away having been prepared in advance.

“Do you think two bags of rolls will be enough? Or should I text Mav and ask him to grab one more?”

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes dip down to his ass in his gray slacks. So he might linger as second longer than necessary to let you enjoy the view, since it’s for the female gaze and all.

He’s never understood wearing the most restrictive clothing on the holiday that involves the most eating, but that was Penny’s tradition to have everyone dressed in their nicest and you had insisted on keeping it going even if she was on the other side of the country.

You’d teased him earlier when you’d seen him emerge from the bedroom wearing the short-sleeved green cashmere polo you’d gotten him a couple years ago. It fit a little more snug that he remembered it, but he thought he still pulled it off well.

“When did we become the couple that matches?” you’d asked gesturing to your dress as you gave him an appreciative onceover.

If the past was anything to go off of, you would be running your hands over the soft material covering his chest and back all night.

“I just like reminding people who I belong with, sweet girl.”

He might have had something else in mind to wear for the evening before he saw you in that dress, had ironed the shirt the night before and everything, but last-minute pivot it was well worth it when you looked at him like that.

When he stands back up, he gives you knowing wink.

And in return you throw a baby carrot at him with a laugh.

Bradley isn’t surprised in the least to hear the quick clack-clack-clack of nails on the wood floors as their fluffy black and white Portuguese Water Dog rounds the corner. Having been summoned by the sound of food hitting the floor from where he had been dozing near the fireplace in the living room.

The carrot is gone in an instant and he comes to sit at Bradley's feet by the stove, looking up at him from under his curly eyebrows clearly hoping he'll get another snack.

“Nah, bud. You’re barking up the wrong tree over here,” he says leaning down to scratch his floppy ears.

“Ah, come here, Duck,” you croon, calling him over to your side of the island. “He’s so mean for a man who claimed he just saw God not too long ago, isn’t he?”

Bradley snorts and shakes his head at you amused.

He still doesn’t know how he ended up with a dog named Duck.

At the dog park, more often than not people mistook it for ‘Buck’. And you were usually off to the side more than happy to let him take the lead, biting your lip to keep from laughing at his less than enthusiastic expression when he’d have to warily explain yet again It’s Duck like quack.

You’re not even subtle about the piece of cheese you pull from the charcuterie board to feed him.

“I saw that,” he says, giving you a pointed lift of his eyebrow, “You know Bob is going to be spoiling him all night.”

“It was just a little piece of cheese. Plus, I don’t know who you think you’re fooling. I saw you go over there and deliver him his own little veggie platter with some of the leftovers we had while I was making the apple cider sangria.”

“That’s different, that’s good for him,” he says rounding the island, reaching over and snagging his own slice of cheese to snack on.

“And cheese is a protein. He’s just a baby, Bradley, what am I supposed to do? Not give him a piece of swiss?” You slide off your chair to squat down and rub Duck’s belly, you’ve always been his favorite.

“He’s almost five,” he replies flatly.

“A youth!” you exclaim, “He’s a growing boy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bradley says affectionately with a little roll of his eyes. He knows a losing battle when he sees one.

He offers you his hand to help you stand back up, but you wave him off and pull yourself up using the edge of the island. You take a moment to readjust your dress before making your way to the sink by the big windows that look out into the backyard.

“Speaking of Bob, do you know if he’s bringing his fiancée?” you ask from over your shoulder as you wash your hands.

“Not this time, sweetheart. I guess she volunteered to cover a shift in the NICU when she heard they were short staffed.”

“Oh that’s too bad, I was excited to see her ring in person,” you say drying off your hands and heading to the pantry.

“It’s all he can talk about at work. I guess they’re thinking about a Spring wedding next year. They don’t want to wait too long to get married.”

“I’m so happy for them,” you say, digging around for a moment and then emerge with a stack of some sturdy plastic plates and set them on the last free spot on the countertop. “Don’t let me forget to make them up a couple plates that he can bring home for her, before Fanboy declares it time for ‘second dinner’ and eats all the yams like he did last year.”

“I won’t forget, promise,” he says fondly.

If you were facing him, he knows you’d probably tease him for the look on his face and just how gone he is for you.

You’ve always been so generous, it’s one of the things that he loves most about you.

You were always good about hustling him out of his well-earned money from is part time job scooping ice cream in high school, like with the fundraiser you did for the local soup kitchen and the one for the elementary school summer arts program.

He’s always been wrapped around your finger, it just took him awhile to realize why.

It’s the same reason why there’s been a donation that comes out of his bank account every month for the last five years for one of the San Diego animal shelters.

Bradley had made a rather sizable donation and then set up a smaller reoccurring monthly one after the chaos that was the time Bob had set you up with his friend who worked at the shelter, back before the two of you had gotten together.

Even after all these years, he still can’t help but get a little irritated every time he sees that guy’s face in the monthly newsletter that comes to his email. On newsletter day Bradley always finds himself giving Duck extra treats.

He couldn’t wait to surprise you with the golden tennis ball that the shelter sends out as a thank you after a decade of donations. Only five more years to go.

You’re over by the bar that’s been set up off to the side, straightening the already very straight rows of gleaming wine glasses when he hears you suck in a sharp gasp.

Bradley drops the dish cloth he had in his hands as he attempted to give what little counter space there was left a final wipe down and is in front of you in half a heartbeat. Was there a fluke with some faulty stemware? Are you bleeding? There’s a reason Thanksgiving is one of the busiest days at the hospital.

“The butter!” you cry out as you whirl around, your pretty eyes welling up with tears, “I let you fuck me and I forgot to pull the butter from the fridge. It’s going to be too hard for people to spread now!”

He knows it’s more than just hosting jitters that’s got you like this, but it still catches him by surprise sometimes.

“Woah, woah,” he says as he catches you on the way to the fridge and pulls you to his chest, “C’mere, my sweet girl.”

You make a distressed noise but allow him to keep his hold on you, “But the butter…”

“I already pulled the butter, see?” He points to the sticks that are already softening away on the counter. “Will you take a couple slow breaths for me, please? This place looks and smells amazing. We did good, baby.”

Bradley feels the moment your body relaxes into him.

He presses a kiss to the side of your temple as he smooths his hands down your soft, pretty green velvet dress and the warm, firm curve of your rounded stomach soothingly.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. It’s the hormones,” you sigh, as you lean your head back against his shoulder.

He hums empathically as he sways gently side to side with you in his arms.

“I would like to go on the record saying that I like pregnancy hormones, especially the ones from earlier,” he jokes lightly.

“That makes one of us,” you say with a watery laugh, “Just wait until I am waking you up at 4 AM because I am craving something from a drive-thru that’s not open.”

“Mm, can’t wait,” he murmurs before dropping a few kisses along the soft line of your jaw.

Bradley still can’t believe he gets to be this lucky in life.

He doesn’t want to forget a single moment of this. With you, with his family.

“We did a really good job with this one,” he whispers into your ear, still stroking your stomach, not wanted to disturb the magic in the domesticity.

“We really did, da--” Bradley groans and cuts you off with a kiss. He can feel the impish smile plastered on your lips as he kisses you. His favorite menace.

He knows you’re pretty sure it was the spontaneous hook up in the storage closet at the Hard Deck on the Fourth of July that’s responsible for the noticeable bump you’re sporting. Call him a romantic, but he likes to think it was that night in the Bronco overlooking the ocean when he’d taken the long way back home.   

You pull away all too soon for his liking to grab his left hand. He sees the flash of the two diamonds on your engagement ring, one from his mom and one from yours, as you take it and press it to a spot near your bellybutton.

The feeling of the fluttering under his palm will never get old. He’s not too proud to say he’d shed a tear or two the first time he’d felt it.

Bradley lets himself bask in this moment as he two of you stand there in the kitchen of your dream house.

There are a few pops from the wood in the fireplace, the refrigerator is humming away in the background, and he can just hear the sounds of a melodic piano from the playlist he queued up earlier playing over the speaker.

Of all the delicious scents that waft through the house, the smell the floral and musk notes in you perfume is still his favorite.

There are times in the soft quiet of night, usually when you are asleep and his mind won’t quite settle, that he sometimes thinks he was put on this Earth to hold you.

It’s the only reason he can think of that explains why you fit so perfectly against his body.

Why his hands can fit so perfectly over your rounded stomach.

Why it’s his hands that you have trusted to protect your heart.

And he’s still holding you in the warmth of the kitchen when he hears the front door open.

Bradley knows he’s going to have to play host soon and he just wants to keep you in his arms for just a little longer.

“Hey kids, I brought the turkey,” Mav calls out from the entry.

You spin in his arms, looking at him wide eyed and confused as you two exchange a look. He presses one last kiss to your cheek before letting you go.

“Thought you were going to bring the rolls, Mav,” Bradley calls out just in time to see his dad round the corner.

Pete stands there proudly grinning holding a few bags of bakery rolls in one hand and a turkey in the other.

The sound of your delighted laughter makes his heart swell in his chest as he takes in the sight.

“Cooper Mitchell Ford Bradshaw, you are without a doubt the cutest turkey I have ever seen,” you gush as you go to greet Mav with a warm hug and a kiss on his cheek. Your son’s chubby arms reaching out for you.

Mav has dressed your almost two-year-old son in a soft, plush turkey costume that is complete with tailfeathers and a beak. He’s clearly a fan of the outfit too because he is grinning widely, showing of the more of the baby teeth that have come in over the last few months.

Mav had swung by earl this morning to take him off your hands to get ready for Daggersgiving without chasing an almost-toddler around. While it was nice to have some time just the two of you while you got the place in order and took care of the last-minute things, like that homemade cranberry sauce, but he’d missed not having his son around.

The sweet sound of Cooper’s giggles and your coos fill up the kitchen as he watches you pepper his face with kisses. You bounce him a little and do a little spin, making the little boy laugh even more. The two of you in your own little bubble.

“You doin’ ok over there, kiddo?” Mav asks, a soft grin on his face as he sets the rolls on the counter to pull him in for a hug.

The two men had made their way back to each other over the last few years, just another thing that Bradley was grateful for in his life. The man had always been his father in everything but name. That is until he’d seen the man who raised him hold his son for the first time.

“Yeah, Dad,” Bradley says, clearing his throat a bit, “Everything’s perfect.”

From there it’s a flurry of activity as people start to arrive.

Nat comes with her longtime girlfriend and the extra bottles of the fancy Napa wine she promised to bring. Only handing it over once he promised to give her the name of the contractor the two of you had worked with and the exact shade of green that was used on the lower cabinets during your kitchen renovation.

Payback and Fanboy and their girlfriends show up wearing oversized turkey hats on their heads each carrying a bakery box of pie.

Bradley isn’t surprised when Duck ditches the attention that Coyote was giving him the second Bob shows up with the famous Floyd family scalloped potatoes. Bob has always been a sucker for a pair of puppy dog eyes.

And in between checking on people’s glasses, swapping out empty appetizer trays for fuller ones, and making sure Jake doesn’t tamper with his perfectly cooked turkey, he’s got his eyes trained on you.

There are no words for the pride and love that washes over him every time he looks over and sees you with his son propped up on your hip and the way your pretty dress stretches around your growing family.

He had missed this stage of your pregnancy when he was deployed and you were pregnant with Cooper. He was determined to savor every second of this one. Every butter related freak out and every late-night milkshake run.

Being in his house surrounded with all the people he loves, minus a couple who are here in spirit, isn’t something he could ever take for granted. It’s more blessings than he ever hoped to receive in this lifetime.

You look over your shoulder at him and everything about the way you’re looking at him is picture perfect.

Your smile sunshine gold and just for him as you hold his gaze for a moment as time ticks on around the two of you. You send him a little wink before turning back to Mav who has his phone held up for a FaceTime call with Penny and Amelia.

Bradley sees his son peek his head up from where it had been nestled into your neck. Cooper grins when he sees him, his tiny hand reaching out for his dad. For him.

As he makes his way over to the two of you with his heart full, he makes a mental note to ask Mav later where he got that costume. He’s already planning on running out tomorrow to see if they have any more in stock now that it seems they have a new Bradshaw tradition on their hands.

He’s going to have three little turkeys running around this time next year and he couldn’t wait.

Cooper and him were going to be outnumbered soon.

The two of you had found out earlier in the month that Everly Caroline Bradshaw and Olivia Saylor Bradshaw were going to be the newest members to join your little family.

His girls.

It was an announcement the two of you were excited to share later tonight with everyone else when the slices of pies were being passed around.

He scoops up Cooper from you with one arm, dropping a kiss onto his little boy’s perfect curls as his small fist clutches as the soft fabric of his shirt. And then Bradley kisses the crown of your head as he wraps his other arm around you, his thumb stroking the swell of your belly.

With you- because of you- he gets to have it all.

The wife. The family. The house. The dog. The life. The dream.

He’s right where he wants to be.

He’s right where he’s supposed to be.

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It's like she's unraveling the red carpet itself. And what's that? Bethenny is apparently a hypocrite too? She once had a bright idea about a show for Connecticut moms. Bravo was supposed to be the star of the show, but it turns out Bethenny decided to bail faster than you can say "reality reckoning." It seems that idea wasn't well thought out. You know, like trying to use a spaghetti strainer as a hat. Oh, but don't you dare forget that Bethenny was once a contestant on The Apprentice: Martha Stewart. Yes, you heard right. Before she was Housewife Supreme, she was vying for Martha's approval. It's like finding out your neighbor used to be a professional juggler. But hold onto your skepticism hats, folks, because Bethenny claims she was never exploited. Nope, not a smidgen. She was the rainmaker, the money-spinner, the reality royalty calling the shots. It's like she was handing out life advice while sipping champagne on a golden throne. Now, let's talk cash. 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It's like watching a tornado in high heels. 🌪️ You see, Bethenny's been in the news lately for stirring up a three-part podcast saga with Raquel Leviss. It's like they're the dynamic duo of digital dialogues. And let me tell you, things got wilder than a raccoon rummaging through a dumpster. Bethenny, the former Real Housewives of New York City diva, started her podcast with the kind of gusto that would make a motivational speaker jealous. "What a whirlwind," she begins, as if she's just ridden an emotional roller coaster fueled by rumors, press articles, and internet-breaking shenanigans. Frankly, I'd be more concerned about my WiFi if I were her. 📡 Apparently, Raquel Leviss is in the mix too, and she's fresh from a 90-day mental health retreat. You know, the kind of place where you go to escape reality TV drama and contemplate your life choices. Raquel's affair with Tom Sandoval had the internet buzzing like a caffeinated beehive, and now she's here to set the record straight. At least, that's what Bethenny hopes. Now, picture Bethenny, a self-proclaimed reality TV guru, confessing that she didn't even binge-watch Vanderpump Rules before interviewing Raquel. It's like going to a potluck without trying the potato salad you brought. The fans weren't having it. They accused Bethenny of riding the trauma train to ratings-town. 🚂🍿 But wait, there's more! Bethenny's got thoughts about the entertainment industry's systemic issues. She's not just throwing shade at Andy Cohen and Bravo. No, this is about as deep as a rabbit hole goes. It's like she's unraveling the red carpet itself. And what's that? Bethenny is apparently a hypocrite too? She once had a bright idea about a show for Connecticut moms. Bravo was supposed to be the star of the show, but it turns out Bethenny decided to bail faster than you can say "reality reckoning." It seems that idea wasn't well thought out. You know, like trying to use a spaghetti strainer as a hat. Oh, but don't you dare forget that Bethenny was once a contestant on The Apprentice: Martha Stewart. Yes, you heard right. Before she was Housewife Supreme, she was vying for Martha's approval. It's like finding out your neighbor used to be a professional juggler. But hold onto your skepticism hats, folks, because Bethenny claims she was never exploited. Nope, not a smidgen. She was the rainmaker, the money-spinner, the reality royalty calling the shots. It's like she was handing out life advice while sipping champagne on a golden throne. Now, let's talk cash. Did Bethenny pay Raquel for the podcast? Did she exploit her for ratings? Did they haggle over a contract while comparing their favorite reality TV moments? Who knows? Bethenny's giving a masterclass in intrigue and raising more questions than a math test without numbers. In the end, Bethenny's podcast is like a roller coaster that's missing a few loops and maybe a safety harness. The drama, the claims, the accusations—it's all part of the wild ride. And just like that, Bethenny's reality TV saga continues, leaving us all wondering if we'll ever truly understand the truth behind the glamor and gossip. 🎢🎤 Read the full article

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Martha & Marley Spoon Review [Pros, Cons & More]

Martha Stewart and Marley Spoon is a popular choice among meal delivery kits. This subscription-based service offers a curated selection of meals approved by the TV personality. It’s a great choice if you’re looking to save time on meal planning and grocery shopping. Better yet, the flavorful recipes could be a welcome change if you’ve been stuck in a dinner rut. Our Martha Stewart and Marley…

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15 Qualities That Guys Look For in a Girlfriend

Then there's fling material and girlfriend material. Guys, even those who are perpetual bachelors, are hesitant to tell others what qualities they seek in another sex. 15 Qualities That Guys Look For in a Girlfriend If you possess the following characteristics, you are most likely every guy's (or at least some guy's) dream girl:

You’re a good cook. 

"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach," as the saying goes, is shockingly accurate. Girls who can prepare a delicious meal will always be able to impress men, especially if she is a foodie. This one skill, believe it or not, could be the deciding factor between girlfriend and wife material.

You have a career. 

The days of guys wanting to outearn a girl are mostly over. Few men will enter a relationship knowing that they will be the sole earner regardless of what happens. Even a part-time job can have a significant impact on how he perceives you.

You’ve got your act together. 

Being with a girl who is chill and down-to-earth, regardless of the circumstances, is very calming. This is typically indicative of "wifey material."

You know how to stand up for yourself.

Guys, believe it or not, do not respect doormats and would not want one as a girlfriend. If you just roll over, there's no thrill in the chase, and guys want a chase. It's as simple as that.

You know how to have fun. 

It’s cute. It’s a sign that you’re happy and lively. Being playful and flirty is a great girlfriend trait.

You’re “ride or die” loyal. 

In other words, guys don't want to deal with a girl who they believe will "trade up" when something better comes along. They want a girl who will be there for them in good times and bad.

You’re not materialistic. 

Many men are concerned about being perceived as walking ATMs, and they are even more concerned about being with a woman who values money more than she values them. In fact, many people are angry about it. Showing a guy that you aren't materialistic will make him swoon.

You know how to take care of herself. 

Many men are concerned about marrying a woman who abandons herself. It's superficial (to a point), but it's a genuine concern for many. They want you to stay in the same shape you were on the day you married. Isn't it not a minor annoyance?

You’re honest. 

If he can’t trust you, why would he want to date you?

You’re tidy and clean up after yourself. 

Let's be honest here. Nobody wants to come home to a house that is covered in dust, grit, and clutter. You don't have to be Martha Stewart, but your bachelorette pad should be reasonably clean.

You’re presentable. 

This is why Courtney Love remains unmarried. Guys want someone they can take home to their mothers and also flaunt in public.

You value your independence.

A girl who can hold her own, has her own amazing history, and can deal with things without the help of a man will always win. Unfortunately, many men are unable to distinguish between codependent and independent but vulnerable women.

You’re someone he can take home to meet his family.

Nobody wants to be forced to choose between friends and family. If his friends and family approve of you, you're on your way to becoming his girlfriend.

You’ve got a killer sense of humor. 

Because really, who doesn’t need a laugh once in a while?

You’ve got confidence in spades. 

It’s the magic word of dating, but if you read The Bolde regularly, you probably already knew that! Read the full article

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New Year's Eve 2022

Yours truly riddled with social anxiety, hence (billy me) he will idle away December 31st, 2022

sequestered (with the missus)

hunkered down in his mancave

while madding crowd

entertains reckons partition of time

into seconds, minutes, days,

weeks, months, years...

as artificial man/woman made construct

as convenient modus operandi invented to measure motion

of the sun, water, and sand additionally to keep track

of quotidian activities. December thirty first

two thousand twenty two countdown

will unsuspectingly, transparently

and seamlessly stream into

simultaneously linkedin January first

two thousand and twenty three,

whereby the Ball

comprising a geodesic sphere,

12 feet in diameter,

and weighing 11,875 pounds.

The aforementioned Ball covered

with a total of 2,688

Waterford Crystal triangles

bolted to 576 LED models

attached to its aluminum frame.

Among the triangles, 192 new crystals dedicated to this year’s Gift of Love theme.

NBC will kick off the new year with A Toast to 2022! starting at 8pm EST, hosted by TODAY co-hosts Hoda Kotb and Jenna Bush-Hager. The special will feature appearances by fellow New Year's host Miley Cyrus, along with Dolly Parton, George Lopez, Martha Stewart, Kenan Thompson and more.

Disinclination regarding tradition

to make resolutions stance

adopted courtesy yours truly.

Though such proclamation

may smack of high treason

no matter convenience to season

and ideal time to leaven existence,

I discern no rhyme nor reason.

Back in the day

listening to Guy Lombardo,

a Canadian-American bandleader,

violinist, and hydroplane racer

formed the Royal Canadians in 1924

with his brothers Carmen,

Lebert, Victor, and other musicians

from his hometown of London, Ontario Canada

popularizing Auld Lang Syne

courtesy eighteenth-century

Scots poet Robert Burns.

Those very poignant moments,

when stroke of midnight

ushered in new year

(I counted, notched and tabulated

sixty two since mine birth where

decades now seemingly

flitted by at light speed)

as yours truly a doubting Thomas

disbelief regarding artificial construct,

nevertheless he ultimately, obliviously, and haphazardly cruises along

space/time continuum at quite a clip.

Primitive paradigms witnessed,

sabotaged, nixed by the equivalent

of caveman version qua Elon Musk, (who snubbed squalor)

punctuated equilibrium inadvertently

presaged, revolutionized, and

upended courtesy wheelwrights

millenniums before mankind

scrutinized cosmic sights

only from storied wuthering heights

swirling maelstrom analogous to dog fights

sans gods precipitating terrestrial blights, whence thus spake Zarathustra predicated upon Friedrich Nietzsche's

theory when cosmic consciousness alights.

E'er since Pope Gregory XIII effectively

(furnished, generated, and

instituted his holy mojo circa October 1582) introducing Gregorian calendar whisking Julian calendar out of vogue with fair vanity approximately four hundred

thirty nine years ago chroniclers of time - mostly

religious Norwegian bachelor farmers

casually referred to brethren as bro

invocations ejaculated sometimes prematurely -

that thar comment haint no fallacy),

which echoed across

Lake Wobegon, said incantations

devout followers among populace

did likewise parrot and crow

generation after generation

whereupon enigmatic, dogmatic, charismatic

monk native to Burma

stoked one after another ego

synthesizing interpretation to explain life on Earth and phenomena at large geocentric theory did ebb and flow

amazingly enough maintaining accuracy

with marginal probability of error

precision parsing seconds, minutes, hours...

would only tolerate absolute zero

variation regarding prediction

of weeks, months, years...

as sophistication of civilization did grow

allowing, enabling, and providing

jolly fellow bellowing ho... ho... ho

could make his round the world wide web

timely trek linkedin with timepiece

assembled with B Corporation approval.

certification of "social and

environmental performance"

a private certification of for-profit companies,

distinct from legal designation

as Benefit corporation.

The above plug an unsolicited commentary

regarding San Francisco, California

based eco friendly and socially conscious company

and employer of eldest daughter,

a biomedical engineering University of Pennsylvania alumna.

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Martha Stewart Gets First Dose of COVID-19 Vaccine, Says She 'Waited in Line with Others' | People

Martha Stewart Gets First Dose of COVID-19 Vaccine, Says She ‘Waited in Line with Others’ | People

Martha Stewart has recieved her first dose of the COVID-19 vaccine. Subscribe to People ►► http://bit.ly/SubscribetoPeople On Monday, the 79-year-old lifestyle mogul shared a video of herself getting the vaccine at the Martha Stewart Center for Living at Mount Sinai in New York City, and assured fans that she did not skip the line, adding that she was in the “approved age group.” Monday was the…