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2012.07.19 07:24 galipso Announcements and discussion for our league members.

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2023.05.30 14:08 SenditM8 Pharaoh Lake 5/5-7/2023

Pharaoh Lake 5/5-7/2023
I hiked into Pharaoh Lake via the Sucker Brook Trail earlier this month. Markers were far and few between. When present, often they were so white washed that they were invisible, almost entirely eaten by the trees, or still on the huge amounts of blowdown. Nothing out of the ordinary but surprising compared to how well kept the trails are in the rest of the wilderness.
According to the trail register I was one of a handful of others to do this trail in the last year. The lack of foot traffic plus it being a horse trail, a map and compass are life savers. A GPS would also help.
Unfortunately, I thought I'd make better pace and walked into camp at the lean to on Watch Rock after dark. There was a group of fishermen from Tico who let me set up my hammock.
Day two I did Pharaoh Mountian. It was gorgeous. Still would love to see how tough it is coming up the West side facing Schroon. That night the fishermen gave me some of their fish fry. They really were kind folk.
Day three I hiked out Pharaoh Road and walked roads the rest of the way to my car. Didn't really feel like dealing with SBT on the way out. I got Stewart's and headed home. Another couple trails checked off on my quest to red line Pharaoh.
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2023.05.30 13:55 An0beseWalrus Mold smell in car

Looking for suggestions; recently my wife's car (16' Honda HRV) started smelling like mold. Really bad. The smell is localized in the driver and passenger floor carpeting. Did a full detail and washed everything. Vacuumed the floor mats and carpet and did a round of baking soda with no success. I think it is embedded in the floor carpeting. I've been looking into ozone treatments, would that be something that would help this or should I just rip the whole carpet out? Try and steam clean it? If no luck then just replace the carpet?
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2023.05.30 13:20 Bestofblowjobs had to stop at the car wash 🧼

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2023.05.30 13:16 essaycode EECS2500 Ethan’s Car Wash Project 6 solution

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2023.05.30 13:09 Adam-best Foldable Storage Chopping Board Three in One: A Cutting Board, Vegetable Washing Basket, and Draining Basket all in one, this chopping board is designed to work perfectly over the sink or on the tabletop. Collapsible & Portable: Designed for easy storage when not in use, it folds flat to save va

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2023.05.30 13:09 exppresscarwash20 The Future of Car Protection: Discover the Magic of Ceramic Coating in India

The Future of Car Protection: Discover the Magic of Ceramic Coating in India
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2023.05.30 12:56 PenaltyParking7031 One of those days.

Most days I cross all my T’s and dot all my i’s. And other days, I fuck everything up.
My day starts with a plan. 10am, clean out returned car. 1pm, pick up returned car from airport. 5pm pick up kids from school.
9:30am, about to leave to clean out my 10am car. I get a call and surprise, my 4 year old is sick. Okay. Whatever. I’ll do my best to take care of the days tasks with them. I wash car the car before receiving my child. Then I get a same day booking for 2:30pm. While I have my child, I clean the interior.
11:30am, I am getting ready to Uber to the airport to pick up my 1pm return. Surprise, school calls and my 7 year old is sick. I take my 4 year old, drop off my car for the 2:30pm pick up, then go to pick up sick kid #2.
12:30pm. I got 2 sick kids with me. I ask my 7 year old if they felt like throwing up and don’t want to go anywhere. They say they are fine. I call the Uber. I’m worried about my 4 year old throwing up but I forget to bring a bag. Surprise, 7 year old throws up in Uber. I apologize to the driver and ask them to take us back home. Nicest driver in the world. I pay $38 for the Uber, I give them $140 (all the cash I had on me) so they can hire a professional cleaner, and I help them wet vac their car.
Several days later, my 2:30pm last minute booking is returned. Car is full of pet hair and smells like dog. Tank is also less than 1/4 full. I go to check my pretrip photos and I have none. In all my shit going on during the day with my 2 kids, I forgot to take photos.
Luckily, the renter took 3 interior pre trip photos, so I got my $150 for the dog. But the $66 for their gas, I am shit out of luck. At least the pet fee covered the gas.
Let’s add that up. $38 Uber to nowhere. $34 airport parking fee because I let it sit overnight. $140 for Uber throw up. $66 for guest gas. $278 in expenses.
Most days I do okay. Some days I just fuck everything up.
Bright side is, at least my car was not involved in an accident. Otherwise I’d be fucked.
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2023.05.30 12:43 applesauce365 Driving From Oklahoma to North Carolina

Driving From Oklahoma to North Carolina
Does anybody have any rockhounding spots, rock shops, or geology related roadside stops along either I-64 or I-40? I’ve included one of the two routes I’ll take depending on stops I decide to make. Preferably less than an hour off either interstate but I’ll take any recommendations, thank you! :)
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2023.05.30 12:36 BasicSith2 Journey to the Treetop

Where memories fade, love's essence ignites.
A car crash into a pine tree shatters the facade of a once seemingly blissful marriage. Jack's desperate attempts to bring down the tree with a chainsaw leave his wife, Hazel, wondering what has become of their bond. Is he still the same man she fell in love with three decades ago? As Hazel battles her fears, "Journey to the Treetop" invites readers on an emotional ride through the tumultuous landscape of a mind affected by memory loss.
CABIN ROAD is the gateway to paradise.
But why does this feel like a path to hell?
I smash into a tall pine tree that stands in the middle of the otherwise straight gravel road. I've gone around it hundreds of times before. But now, my fingers are firmly gripped on the steering wheel, disregarding all my commands. Have I become paralyzed?
A potato is wobbling on the dashboard, having obviously leaped out of the potato crates in the back seat. Jack gets out and strides to the front bumper. His lips press into a thin line as he appraises the destruction and cost of fixing it. Nothing should hold him back from swearing. But he maintains his composure, anger simmering just beneath the surface.
The memory of thirty years of marriage fills my mind. I question whether this man has drugged me. A fleeting thought that he might have crashed the car surfaces, but it seems too much of a stretch. I take a deep breath and try to clear my head.
In the rear-view mirror, Jack gets an axe from the trunk. He comes and gazes at me from my window, his eyes looking heavy and weary—like two precious pearls inside their oyster-like shells. I straighten and open the window:
“Thank goodness it wasn't worse.”
“I'll chop it down.”
“That’s a pretty big tree, Jack.”
Jack blinks several times.
“I do have a chainsaw...”
“Yes.” I wonder what stories this tree has witnessed during its lifetime. Will we see the marks of our journey on its rings? There’s always something that gets squeezed in tighter, begging to be unraveled.
“I'll drive you to the cabin and grab the chainsaw,” Jack says. “Prepare some coffee while I'm gone.”
Our short passage to the cabin around the bend is like shifting through the fog of memory. I'm in the kitchen. My fingers clench around the coffee tin can and spoon. Bewilderment engulfs my brain. I spot Jack with his saw. He slips around the corner, the curve of his bottom visible through his tight work trousers. I feel anxious about the crash. Did I deliberately hit the tree?
The measuring spoon slips from my hand. It drops onto the floor along with the tin can. I clean up the mess. Could someone drive into a tree on purpose? Accidents do happen after all. It's fascinating to see him take on this role of being so chivalrous. Far away from his academic duties.
As the chainsaw outside whines, I scroll through social media on my phone. People arguing about something or other makes me tired. I pick up a copy of Science magazine from the coffee table and scan through an article titled “Quantum Communication Across Interstellar Space,” authored by Jack. As usual, the details go right over my head. I like to amuse myself with the idea that it speaks about communicating with individuals who have passed away.
Billy's message pops up. He asks for money for a fishing trip with his buddies somewhere in Lapland. I am more than happy to support him since he’s enlisting in the army soon in July. My big boy.
I tell him about the car crash, and he gives me advice about a car repair store. Jack comes back earlier than expected. He plops into his seat, sweat beading on his forehead and the smell of resin emanating from him. He seems disappointed.
I pour coffee to the brim.
“Did the saw get stuck?”
Jack shakes his head and adds sugar to his mug.
“It got shattered under the tree. I stumbled...”
Silence descends slowly, like dust.
“My helmet cracked.”
“Do you want me to buy new parts when I go to the store?”
“No need.”
“But there's pruning and cutting to do first.”
Jack takes a bite out of a cinnamon bun.
“I can sharpen the axe.”
“Ask the neighbors for help, that's what they're for. You can also mow the lawn while I'm away.”
“The grass is already short— it'll die off.”
“You don't want ticks taking over! Think about your mother's joint pain. She would roll in her grave if—”
“Cremated?’
“Yes!” My answer is like a flyswatter, leaving no room for further discussion or quantum physics.
Jack is busy chewing on the bun. His regular coffee breaks, which have become part of his daily routine in his sixties, have honed impressive jowls.
We enjoy our coffee and stare at the lake. Calm as a mirror. I have a feeling Jack will soon suggest fishing. As I gather my things to leave, I call to him:
“Don't hurt yourself. Should I bring more buns?”
“I was thinking of skipping the sugar and wheat...”
I simply smile in reply.
“Can you refuel the car?” Jack asks.
I'm already off. The door slams shut in the middle of his sentence, but Jack knows better than to expect a response.
I jump into the driver's seat and immediately notice forgotten potato baskets in the back seat, but my mind drifts away before I can do anything about it. As I pass by our old well, I remember that we need to discuss connecting the cabin to a new water source. No matter what it costs, it needs to be done. Why should I agree to be responsible for our running water anymore?
I collide with something hard. Airbags abruptly inflate around me, disorienting me as my vision blurs. Struggling to escape from the tangled mess of seatbelts and inflatable bags, it feels like I'm an old person trying to climb out of a bouncy castle.
My gaze rests on the scene before me, but my thoughts can't understand it. I have plowed into a tree stump. The tree stretches over the ditch. Nearby the chainsaw lies crushed. The cutting chain is nowhere to be found.
I get back in the car. Should I phone Jack for an urgent call? Inhaling slowly helps me stay calm. Why didn’t he mention the tree stump?
Someone taps on my window
I jump and my neck stiffens up. I reach for the window switch.
“I should have told you about...” Jack says.
“The stump?”
“Didn't you see the tree on the ground?”
“I'm sorry. I was daydreaming.”
“Great galaxy, Hazel! You're burning through our last savings as if money grew on trees!”
Jack is being truly authentic with me. I stare back at him like some big-eyed exotic species from Madagascar that I can't identify in all this chaos.
Jack opens the door and starts to put the cushion back in its place. We turn on the engine, giving the accelerator a test ride.
“Let's go to a repair shop. I'm sure our insurance will cover this,” Jack suggests. “We can say that we had an accident with a reindeer.”
“You're supposed to report it to the police or game warden if you hit an animal,” I reply.
Jack pauses for a moment. He then reverses and drives forward again, but when he looks into the rear-view mirror, he slams on the brakes.
“I have a better plan.”
He retrieves an orange towing strap from the trunk, a burst of determination on his face. He connects the stump and the tow hook.
“Get ready. We’re going to take a quantum leap here.”
We buckle our seat belts with a single click as we prepare for the inevitable disaster. We had already made so many mistakes together, starting with raising our children—though sometimes failing was just part of parenting.
Jack revs up the engine. A sudden lurch forward, then Jack howls in pain as the stump smashes through the rear window, clambering through the seats and lodging itself onto the gearbox, trapping Jack's hand. He veers off toward the ditch.
The Milky Way spins around us, potatoes fly in the air and suddenly, all is quiet. We find ourselves upside down—surrounded by earthy potatoes and broken glass.
I try to break the silence:
“I just remembered: Billy's friend can repair cars at the vocational school much cheaper.”
Jack looks so pale, his face almost white. I guess he’s contemplating the next step.
Through the cracked windshield, I see the chainsaw chain lying in the ditch. How did it come to be rusting away? Maybe everything will go back to normal if we sit here and wait.
It feels almost as if we are flying in outer space, my nerves slowly calming down. But then a sudden stillness strikes that is anything but soothing.
“Jack, I’m feeling a bit dizzy…”
No answer.
“Jack...”
I snap open my eyes and the scene in front of me has changed drastically. It’s like I’ve been sucked into some kind of surreal void.
I hear a tapping noise on the window. An apology and then a loud thud; a huge rock has been hurled through the glass. A stench of strong aftershave ferments around me. A burly arm reaches across to release the seatbelt. An elderly man growls something crude, nothing like Jack's usual scout-like words.
My eyes close as I'm being cradled away, and visions of Jack's mathematics and symbols flicker around in my mind. Is the soul truly free when there is no force of gravity to pull us down?
I don't know who my savior is, but I can sense his worry as his face reddens. He is in military garb.
I come to as I feel my head thudding against the rubble. Instantly, I yearn to run away, contemplating that perhaps this experience is only a dream, and I'm back in the cabin chamber, tucked securely underneath a cosy blanket. A blanket that grants me the power to perform heroic acts like disappearing in a puff of smoke.
“Are you okay?” he speaks in a familiar voice.
Fingers brush over my clothes, picking out pieces of glass. My pocket contains an odd bulge—a potato? Suddenly, everything clicks: an aged Billy, wearing a major's rank insignia. How could he have achieved that rank so fast?
“Son, what are you doing on this tree ring?”
Billy peers at me from across the way, accompanied by a mysterious female figure.
“We came to check on how you're doing,” Billy says. “Do you remember what happened?”
I raise my head and look around. There's nobody in the driver's seat of the car.
“Where is Jack?” I manage.
Billy furrows his brows like a detective would when weighing evidence. An image of the classic TV show Columbo flashes through my mind—he could lull suspects into a false sense of security before dropping the hammer of his sharp intellect on their inconsistencies. But I'm not hiding anything here. Though why are modern shows so bad? That's another mystery entirely.
“Mom, what were you doing out here? The road is an absolute disaster zone, with the car smashed up in the ditch.”
My thoughts swim haphazardly as Billy reads something from my expression, then casts his eyes towards his new girlfriend for assistance.
I try to get up but it hurts too much. Instead, I reach into my pocket and feel a sandy-sharp potato there. Maybe I can still wash it off.
“I’m fine,” I reply. “I need to get back to plowing the field... baking buns for Jack... buying a chainsaw...”
The darkness returns and I feel my body shiver. I'm in the car, traveling down bumps I've known for quite some time. Soon, I’m settled inside the cabin's living room on the couch. The coffee maker is gurgling in the corner of the room. Billy is on a call with a doctor about how to deal with grief and coping alone; it seems someone had died while cutting down a tree last year. He gets furious and threatens to take away the keys from the person he's talking to. It might be a good idea; many people have too many keys that they don't use anyway.
My head is spinning with thoughts about Jack's absence. Where did he go?
Someone runs water over potatoes while a pot clatters on the stovetop. My temper rises as I wait for Jack's return. I won't stay here by myself without an explanation from him. I call out for Jack until there's no sound left but my coughing voice.
I crave sausage soup, and I know I must go to the store. As I try to move forward, I am wading through tar. They guide me to the coffee table. According to Jack, time runs faster the more hunched your back becomes. Let it be and let us sit here, motionless, gazing at the tips of our shoes. Surely, time has slowed down in this moment.
Billy reaches out and takes my hand. A handsome, greying gentleman. His girlfriend also places her hand on top of the pile. Her name is Ewa. A beautiful name, something familiar about her.
But did I hear her calling me mother?
In the yard, a squirrel hops with a cone in its mouth. It freezes and stares at me. I avert my gaze. My hands suddenly look wrinkled. I summon the inner strength that I've been striving to find for an eternity:
“Do we have to leave now?”
Billy exchanges glances with Ewa and then looks outside.
“You don't have to walk this path alone, Mother.”
We finish our coffee without saying another word. The wind sweeps across the lake. A pair of swans take flight, and a duet of gentle honks echo across the water.
A shivering cold envelops me. Billy and Ewa take me to the car. The potatoes can wait.
The sun blazes brightly above us as we travel the cabin road; shapeless clouds dot the horizon and suddenly I sense a presence—as if someone is waving to me.
I surrender.
I believe I will be warmly welcomed.
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2023.05.30 12:17 spammmmmmmmy Is there something like a DIY car wash in the UK?

In my home country we can drive our car to a bay with a water sprayer and pay by the minute to hose off our car.
Is there something in the UK like a car wash where there's no machine doing the work, and nobody else tries to touch my car? Do I just sound like a nutter? I enjoy washing my car.
THANK YOU ALL....
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2023.05.30 12:12 appideas4 Cost to Develop An On-Demand Car Wash App?

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2023.05.30 11:55 Sirius_McFly Pour ne pas l’oublier, pt. 1

Tout a commencé sur Discord. Nous étions sur un serveur dédié à un jeu en ligne parmi des allemands en majorité, mais aussi des américains, turques, italiens et j’en passe. J’ai fais le premier pas. Elle est allemande, je suis français. Elle vient d’avoir 18 ans, j’en ai 23. Elle était dépressive, j’étais dans un gouffre, sans emploi mais je tenais debout. Nous nous déclarons vite en couple entre nous. 500km nous séparaient. Je refusais catégoriquement que l’on s’appelle en FaceTime car je tenais à garder la flamme de la première rencontre, découvrir sa manière de sourire, de parler avec son corps, l’expression de ses yeux. Nous échangions simplement des photos de nos visages. Elle était jolie, très belle.
Je l’ai bloquée à deux reprises sans crier gare pour diverses raisons. Premièrement, je ne savais pas où tout ça nous menait, et la différence d’âge me faisait culpabiliser. La distance, aussi, m’effrayait. Et elle avait fait preuve de mensonge et de presque infidélité en laissant un italien flirter avec elle, me dénigrant aussi lorsque je n’avais pas assez de temps pour elle. Elle avait laissé entendre sur le serveur qu’elle irait daté une fille prochainement (elle est bi). Mais je suis toujours revenu car elle me courait après et faisait des promesses qui ne m’ont pas laissé indifférent. Je pensais, et en suis persuadé aujourd’hui, qu’elle avait une sorte de dépendance émotionnelle. Elle m’avait fait part de ses traits borderline. Elle voyait une psy.
Au bout de six mois, nous organisons une rencontre. La veille au soir, j’ai été tenté de faire semblant de louper mon train et mettre un terme à tout ça. Malgré tout, et sous nuit blanche, je me retrouve dans un train en direction de l’Allemagne. Je n’ai jamais été à l’étranger, et je suis rempli d’à prioris infondés sur l’Allemagne et les allemands, et leur langue. Je me disais que peu importe l’issue de cette rencontre, j’aurais au moins voyagé un peu et vécu un truc après six mois reclus dans mon 15m2.
Le voyage commence. C’est long, si long. La frontière passée, la voix du train crache des messages en allemand. Je me dis que ça sonne pas si mal, l’allemand. C’est même plutôt beau, mais il va falloir m’y faire. J’arrive à destination. Elle m’attend là, sur le quai. Je suis dans un film. Nous sommes le 7 avril 2022, il fait froid, elle est emmitouflée dans une épaisse écharpe grise. Et ce jour-là, pour couronner la journée déjà bien clichée eau de rose, le ciel nous inflige une pluie torrentielle. Son petit nez est écarlate à cause du froid. J’aime beaucoup son petit nez qui pointe un peu vers le côté. Les allemands ne faisant pas la bise mais plutôt une accolade (j’avais bien demandé avant de venir pour ne pas avoir de quiproquo), nous sommes terriblement gênés, et nous arrivons à balbutier un petit bonjour et je lance les formalités, savoir si elle va bien, si elle m’attend depuis longtemps sur le quai. Même si en fait, on s’est échangé des messages tout du long.
Elle rougit quand je parle. Ses joues se fondent avec la couleur de son nez. Ses yeux pétillent. Et elle sourit bêtement. Je donnerais tout pour revoir ce sourire et ce regard. Tu étais magnifique. Nous allons dans un supermarché pour acheter quelque chose à grignoter avant de partir chez elle. Elle est si perturbée par ma présence qu’elle trébuche un peu partout, tandis que moi, je cache ma timidité par des blagues nulles. Il y avait cette marque de pâtes et autres produits alimentaires du nom de « Ja ». Je lis bêtement et à plusieurs reprises le nom avec un accent allemand caricatural. En espérant la détendre. Ça la fait rire. Je vois bien qu’elle est presque tétanisée. Mais je me dis que c’est bon signe. Dans le bus, dans un élan naturel, je pose ma main sur sa cuisse. Trop rapide, me direz-vous, mais elle est ma petite amie à ce moment-là et elle me partagera plus tard son bonheur indescriptible de sentir ma main se poser sur sa cuisse. Nous arrivons chez elle trempés jusqu’aux os. Elle vit chez ses parents. Son frère est là, ses parents arrivent plus tard et me reçoivent très bien. Sa mère parle un peu d’anglais, son père est plutôt silencieux de nature, chose que je constaterai au fil du temps. Elle a deux chiens. Un tout petit terrier, femelle, du nom de Cocco. Elle m’aime déjà beaucoup. L’autre, une sorte de bâtard mi-berger allemand mi-je-ne-sais-quoi, manque de me mordre à ma venue. Il déteste les étrangers. Une fois arrivés elle me montre la chambre dans laquelle je dormirai. Ses parents pensent que je ne suis qu’un ami français, un truc platonique. Elle avait installé sa Xbox dans cette pièce pour que nous puissions utiliser Netflix à deux. Au moment où elle sort de cette chambre, je la tire doucement par la manche de son sweat gris. Elle se retourne et m’interroge du regard. Et je la prends dans mes bras. C’est plus fort que moi, ça fait six mois que je peux enfin sentir son poids contre moi et je suis déjà amoureux. La rencontre a décuplé le sentiment. Nous nous enlaçons et restons là pendant 2 longues minutes. Je hume ses cheveux, son cou.
J’étais sensé rester quelques jours. Je suis finalement resté deux semaines. Deux semaines magiques desquelles je suis revenu avec quelques mots d’allemand en tête, un sentiment d’amour comme je n’en ai jamais ressenti depuis mes 18 ans, et une envie viscérale de rester là-bas.
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2023.05.30 11:45 Calamnity May 30, 2023 Daily Shipwreck

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2023.05.30 11:34 sevenofswordss Where to wash car?

Just got a new car and trying to figure out how the heck to wash it in this city.
I’ve read all of the former posts on washing one’s car and have the following info: - washing in the street is against the law in Vancouver - some apartments have designated wash stations (mine does not) - automatic car washes nearby are said to cause scratches from debris that remains from previous vehicles - touchless car washes have too many chemicals that will strip your paint - hand washes like Royal Oak Burnaby cash wash would be great but they don’t allow you to use your bucket and rags so you’d be using their wands which also could contain debris that scratches up your car
I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do?! Any tips from cautious car-owners? Thanks.
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2023.05.30 11:16 Vitrebleue Pas fan de la nounou

J'ai rencontré la nounou putative de la rentrée.
Je suis sure qu'elle est très bien, les 2 gamins qu'elle garde et qui iront à l'école à le rentrée ont l'air bien élevés, ils ont l'air d'être à l'aise chez elle, elle a l'air très professionnelle, MAIS.
Il s'agit d'une nounou de crèche familiale, c'est-à-dire une nounou payée par la mairie, qui s'occupe chez elle des petits, mais les emmène en crèche genre 2 demi-journées par semaine. Elle est suivie par la mairie qui fait des visites régulières chez elle et impose une charte de conduite, de matériel et d'éducation.
J'étais heureuse d'avoir obtenu une place, car la nounou actuelle ne garde mon enfant que 4 jours par semaine. Je me suis mise en télétravail le jour où elle ne le garde pas et mes parents viennent m'aider ce jour-là sinon je ne peux pas bosser en pratique.
Je trouvais la transition nounou -> crèche familiale idéale.
Mais, première impression : elle n'est pas accueillante. Elle ne m'aide pas à rentrer la poussette, elle ne me propose pas de m'asseoir, elle est juste là, à montrer à la directrice de crèche que tout est nickel chez elle. Et ça l'est, il faut le reconnaître.
Ce jour-là, elle garde 3 gosses de presque 3 ans. 2 qu'elle garde habituellement et qui vont entrer en maternelle à la rentrée, et 1 qu'elle garde en remplacement (ce que permet la crèche familiale).
Ce dernier a visiblement besoin d'affection et d'attention, il se met plusieurs fois à pleurer. Alors oui, nous sommes en plein entretien d'embauche (sur le tapis de jeu des gosses), oui, la directrice veille sur les 3 autres en sous-main. Mais les rares fois où elle va regarder ce gosse pleurer, elle ne va pas le réconforter. Elle dit plusieurs fois devant lui, à mon égard, que ce n'est pas "le sien". Moi, ça m'a un peu choquée.
À un moment, il a sorti un jouet où il faut bien faire entrer les objets par formes. Un des autres gamins s'est approché et c'est ce dernier qui a commencé à jouer. Quand le petit a voulu jouer avec lui (et avec ce jouet qu'il avait donc lui-même sorti), elle l'en a empêché, disant que c'était chacun son tour. Ok. Il s'est mis à pleurer et elle lui a juste dit : "tu ne pleures pas", sur un ton banal. Quand le jouet s'est libéré, il s'y est mis. Le gamin qui y jouait précédemment a pris l'une des formes et a commencé à l'encastrer, soit exactement ce que l'autre avait fait lui valant rappel à l'ordre. Là, rien. 2 poids, 2 mesures qui m'ont aussi gênée.
J'étais avec mon bébé de 7 mois. Elle ne s'est pas vraiment occupée de lui, n'a pas demandé à le porter ni tenté vraiment de créer du lien. Lui voyait les autres jouer et avait envie de participer. Je l'ai mis par terre à un moment car ça commençait à devenir long sur mes genoux. Les petits venaient parfois à côté de lui et elle leur disait de faire attention (nous étions juste à côté, il était à mes pieds). Sauf qu'à un moment, un gamin a balancé une grosse boule en bois qui est passée à 2cm de la tête du bébé. O réaction.
La directrice, voyant que la nounou ne disait rien, a pris le relais et a gentiment grondé le petit, en lui expliquant qu'il ne fallait pas faire ça comme ça. Voyant le gamin précédent qui pleurait, elle est aussi intervenue au bout d'un moment pour le câliner et pour me dire qu'il était un peu en état de tension.
Je trouve cette réaction là plus normale et plus conforme à celle que j'attendais.
Ensuite, la nounou m'a montrée la photo de l'autre gamin qu'elle garde habituellement (elle était très fière de lui) qui a 6 mois de plus que le mien, et elle gardera une autre petite qui est né en janvier et aura donc 8 mois. Elle projette refaire dormir les 3 ensemble, alors qu'elle a d'autres pièces disponibles. Le mien ne dort pas en journée, j'ai peur qu'il énerve les autres en les empêchant de faire la sieste. Quand je lui ai dit, elle a fait mine de ne pas comprendre. Elle n'avait jamais l'air de comprendre ce que je disais quand je lui posais des questions non plus. Comment ça se passerait si je devais lui laisser des instructions?
Et pour finir, apparemment, elle ne se rend pas à la crèche quand la navette spéciale ne passe pas (elle ne passe que les jeudis et vendredis) alors qu'elle habite pas loin à pieds, elle oublie régulièrement de s'inscrire aux créneaux de crèche et aux ateliers.
Malgré les avantages de la solution de crèche familiale, j'ai du mal à faire confiance à cette femme. Je ne me vois pas lui confier mon enfant 5 jours par semaine. 1 jour, je crois que si, mais 2 ans quasi-exclusivement chez elle, je ne le sens pas.
Je voulais m'enquérir auprès de vous pour voir s'il est possible d éprendre de la distance avec cette mauvaise impression. je me dis que 3 gosses de 3 ans, c'est déjà difficile à gérer en soi, qu'elle était en full mode entretien d'embauche, qu'elle savait pouvoir compter sur la directrice.
Vous en pensez quoi ?
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2023.05.30 11:06 Yuzda Est ce que je lui plait ?

Bonsoir, Je ne sais pas trop vraiment quoi pense de cette situation.
J’ai rencontrer une fille au travail (Amélie pour pas vous induire en erreur) qui était très timide mais qu’avec le temps elle a pu prendre confiance en elle. Au début je n’y prêter pas vraiment attention. Car je sortais d’une longue relation mais petit à petit en me rapprochant d’elle car c’est ma« manager » elle est en master donc école et formation en entreprise.
Ça m’a amener à passer pas mal de temps avec elle et au fur à mesure on a commencer à se taquiner. Je découvre que j’ai de plus en plus t’estimes pour elle.
Je ne dirais peut être pas sentiments mais je ressens l’envie de passer du temps avec elle.. on a déjà parler de nos anciennes relation amoureuse. Elle m’a dit qu’elle avait déjà été en crush sur un gars mais que ça n’avais pas marcher. Je pense qu’elle n’a jamais eu de relation sexuelle jusqu’à présent et elle as 23 ans.
Quand je sais qu’elle est là je cherche sa présence et je m’y sens bien.. elle ne m’a jamais vraiment fait d’avance concret.. juste des regards, sourires à chaque fois qu’elle passe à côté de moi elle me touche le bras, me pince etc…
comme si elle chercher à la fois à me distraire. En tous cas il y a souvent des contacts physiques. Ce que je trouve bizarre, c’est que à chaque foi qu’il y a une autre fille, elle fais genre, et elle? Elle te plaît ? Allez fonce Patati patata..
Une fois j’ai manger au restaurant avec une fille du travail. (marine) Et mon téléphone a afficher son prénom. Marine a de suite compris qui c’était et alors m’a demandé si c’était elle. J’étais pas vraiment à l’aise car j’avais peur qu’elle crée des rumeurs au travail à propos de moi et Amélie.
Ça n’a pas loupé un jour au travail quelque temps après ce restaurant. J’étais avec Amélie en train de discuter et Marine lui dit ah on le voit le crush, votre petit jeu là. genre truc de gamin et j’ai de suite était gêné je ne savais plus ou me mettre et Amélie a entendu et c’est approche et a commencé à discuter avec elle. Alors je suis parti.
Le soir même on a discuter par téléphone de cette histoire. Et Émilie m’a dit quel avait dis à la fille que « moi » je pourrais être comme son meilleurs amis et tout ça » je vous avoue que ça m’a fait un pincement au cœur quand elle m’a dit sa…
Qu’elle n’avait rien d’ambiguë avec moi et tout ça et qu’elle était comme ça avec tout le monde. Et à fini par me dire que Marine fallait vite qu’elle arrête de dire des connerie pour ne pas salir sa réputation.
Ensuite nous avons continuez à faire notre petit jeu. Nous parlons de plus en plus sur les réseaux. C’est à chaque fois moi qui doit lui envoyer un message pour entamer et je vous avoue que je ne suis pas le meilleur pour ça. J’ai même peur qu’elle me trouve nul à force.
Elle m’envoie souvent des piques dans la rigolade à me compare a certaine personne dû à mes actions qui peut être marrante mais à la fois blessante lol. Genre j’ai fait un voyage et j’ai fait que manger et elle m’as dit tu va finir comme la boule dans fort Boyard a force de manger. Mdddr
Je lui est parfois fait des avances dans le style allez dimanche je t’invite au cinéma etc. Et un jour elle m’a répondu t’es pas cap.
Je vous avoue avoir été un peu surpris mais je ne l’ai pas pris au sérieux car j’avais l’impression quel rigoler ou que c’était une issue de secours pour ne pas me gêné.
La semaine d’après je lui est encore dire le ciné tout ça et elle m’a dit d’ailleurs je t’attendais dimanche au cinéma. Evidement c’était sur le ton de l’humour. Mais elle me l’a quand même sorti.
Amélie est française et d’origine marocaine , elle est croyante. Et très proche de sa famille. J’ai peu être pensé que le fais d’être blanc la bloqué sûrement. Un jour je lui est posé la question ça te dérangerais de sortir avec un blanc et elle m’a dis non pas vraiment si je me sens bien avec... Je ne sais pas vraiment quoi pense ça commence à faire un bout de temps que cette relation a commencé et je n’ai toujours pas eu le courage d’organiser une rencontre à l’extérieur du cadre professionnel par peur d’être gêné. Ou évidement de prendre un remballe.
J’avoue que cette situation m’affecte. Qu’en pensez vous ? Est ce qu’elle attend que je fasse le premier pas ? Parce qu’elle est sûrement timide le fais qu’elle n’ai pas vraiment eu de relations? Ou est-ce qu’elle s’amuse juste et n’attend rien de moi mise à part être son best friend.
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2023.05.30 10:57 G8KPR_1969 AITAH For not giving a homeless couple living in their car money?

Ok I 53 (F) only work part time and I have VA disability benefits so I don’t have a lot of disposable income. So where I live, we have a lot of homeless people. It’s very sad and people living in their car I mean that is also very sad to.
Usually when I see them panhandling on the corner like by gas stations and what not if I have extra cash, I will go in and buy like the sandwich, bag of chips and a bottle of water lunch special that most of them run and I will take it out to them but I am very rarely ever give them cash because I don’t want to like feed an addiction if they have one like alcohol or drugs .
Well, I work overnight in a not so good part of town as a security guard. And there happened to be an older black couple that look like they were living out of the car and asked me to give them money for gas. I honestly did not have any that I could spare and I felt really bad about that or else I would’ve at least till like five or $10 in their tank.
I did however go in and get a Red Bull because trust me 4 o’clock in the morning I am dragging install have two hours left of work and they asked me again when I came out and I apologize that I’m sorry I really don’t and he’s like OK I guess and his wife goes. You’re just a racist Bitch and I can tell that you have money so you should help a fellow out!
So I am just completely shocked. I think I did have three dollars in my wallet should I have just given it to them and not think twice about it but I don’t think that I should’ve been called that I don’t know but would I be an asshole because I didn’t ?
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2023.05.30 10:37 LucidDreamsTraveler Crashed pt1 [M4F] [boyfriend VA] [car crash comfort] [injured listener] [hospital]

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[Noises] (Acting recommendations or pov’s so you know where in the story you’re at)
POV of VA: Your girlfriend was involved in a car crash with her brother. You got a call from the hospital, she's hurt but she's fine. Her brother though, didn't make it, how will you tell her?
Characters personality: You're a sweet kind caring boyfriend.
Begins script:
[Hospital back sounds]
(Worried accelerated) Excuse me nurse?
My girlfriend, she's here, I got a call, is she ok?? Please!! I need to know.!!!!
Her name is..........yes that's her!
(Releaved) oh thank god!.
(Worried). A man?....oh yes her brother, they were going shopping, how is he?
(The nurse tells you he didn't make it)
(Dramatic pause)
(Breath in shock)
(Shocked sad) I.....I ..what?
No, it can't be.......H-how am I gonna tell her?....
(Sad mad) Wasn't there anything that couldve been done?!?!
(Rethoric) Internal bleeding?
Oh ...(exhale)
(Dizzy) I'm ok nurse, I-I'm not gonna faint... just.....she loved him dearly you know?
(Rethoric) I can see her now?
Thank you.
(Rethoric) She's still asleep?
When will she wake up?
(Rethoric) Oh, shouldn't be long?
Yes please. Take me to her.
[Door opens]
[Heart monitor beep]
(Releaved accelerated) Oh god there you are!
I'm glad you're ok....the sole thought that....
(Sobbing) I could've lost you .....and.
(Sad) I don't know how I'm gonna tell you ....when you open those beautiful eyes, and all I have is bad news, just.....I'm so sorry love....
I wish...there was a way I could.....
I'm so sorry ........
(She wakes up slowly opening her eyes with no idea on what happened)
(Cute sad) Hey!
(She starts to hyperventilate in shock)
(worried) Whoa whoa whoa easy, it's ok, it's just me, look at me I'm right here...just breath....(breath alongside) in....and out......in ...and out......
(Rethoric) where are you?
You're at the hospital.... You had a car crash.
(Worried accelerated) hey! Easy....you're ok....
No no no! Don't move...
(She flinches in severe pain)
(worried sorry) I know it hurts, you broke 2 ribs love...
Want me to call the doctor for more pain killers? I know they're giving you some already..
(Rethoric worried) your...brother?
(Swallow)
(Very hard to speak) love......I'm so sorry but.......your brother didn't make it.....
(Sad comforting) I know, I know. ......I'm so sorry......
(She starts crying uncontrollably and yelling in a state of shock)
(Worried accelerated) no no no don't move! Love!!......please!!..I know and I'm sorry! But you're ribs are broken...you can puncture a lung...just breath please!!!!
Love!! Look at me ... I need you to breath please!
(She can't be helped)
(Extra worried) Doctor!!!!!
[Door opens]
She heard the news, and shes in a shock, she wants to stand up!
(super worried still) Love! listen to me, please!! I'm right here with you!
I know and I'm sorry but you need to calm down, please!!
The doctor is giving you a mild sedative.
Easy! We're not gonna put you to sleep. It's just gonna help you feel better!!
(Comforting sad) Hey! Shhhhhhh I'm right here.... I'm not going anywhere I promise.
(She starts to calm down but still crying)
Shhhh that's it...
I know how much he meant to you...and I wish I could turn back time...
I'm not leaving your side I promise.
Thank you doctor.
[Door closes]
(Comforting rasing tone) hey! No ok? Don't you dare blame yourself for this!
No! It was that stupid driver that didn't stop at the red light!
Yes, it was your idea to go shopping, but, that in no way makes you responsible for this you hear me!
No! I won't let you blame yourself for this!
(Comforting) I know...
But it's their fault not yours...
Hey hey hey!! Easy!!! Wishing that asshole bad is not gonna bring him back.
Don't go down that aisle.
You're the sweetest person I know.
I know it hurts right now but this is not you...
No, I have no idea how they are or where they may be.. all I care about right now is you....
(Sad raise tone) I could've lost you love!!!
I know, but I can't help it I'm sorry, you're my everything, I don't know what I'd do without you..
(She stops crying)
(Rethoric) your parents?.
(Normal) oh, They already called them, they're taking the first flight home, they should be here tomorrow.
[Door opens]
Oh, dinner time, thanks man.
Lets see what's on the menu for tonight...Ooh! Blueberry pancakes!
(Worried nice) I know, but you need to eat to recover your strength, so can you please try a bite for me?
(Thinking) hmmmmm
You're not on an official hospital diet according to the doctor, so I can get you anything, what do you fancy?
(Cute trying) I could order you some of that pizza you love?
Love, please! You need to eat.
(She refuses)
(Sigh) guess not tonight.
The doctor says you may be discharged the day after tomroow if all goes well.
Does your ribs hurt too much?
(Rethoric) not right now?
(Sad) I know,.. I'm so sorry.......I have no words my love....
(Comforting) Hey! Your eyes are closing in, you should get some rest.
Don't fight it, common..
I'm right here, I promise I'm not going anywhere.
Want me to sit next to you?
Alright. . ..
No no don't move, I'll manage.
(Cute) Just close your eyes.... Breath slowly..
Shhhhhhhhh
(She falls asleep)
(Whispery) that was fast.
(Talking to yourself) (Sigh) I wish I could take all her pain away right now.....my sweetheart....,
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2023.05.30 09:59 NyuNyu2006 Film sur le thème du deuil et de la mort avec un chat roux

Bonjour ! Je le cherche depuis longtemps celui-là, je sais que je l'ai vu plusieurs fois quand j'étais petite et ChatGPT m'a sorti plusieurs fois le scénario exact avec des détails que j'avais oublié, mais jamais le titre correct.
En terme de temporalité, je situerais ça entre la fin des années 90 et le début des années 2000. Je ne sais plus par contre si c'est un long-metrage, un court-métrage ou l'épisode d'une série. Le style est en animation 2D, avec des couleurs douces et un style aquarelle.
Au niveau de l'histoire, on a trois personnages "principaux". Un frère et une sœur qui sont tous deux âgés de moins de dix ans (dans mes souvenirs) et leur chat qui est roux et blanc. En gros ça va traiter le sujet du deuil car le chat meurt et on suit l'acceptation de sa mort par les deux enfants. Je me souviens qu'on voit rapidement une rétrospective de la vie du chat, puisqu'on le voit être un chaton au moment de son adoption et grandir dans la maison des enfants. Il y a aussi un bail avec une planche à repasser que le chat utilise comme une piste de danse.
L'histoire commence par la mort du chat, qui est renversé par une voiture. Je crois qu'il est ensuite enterré dans le jardin. Je ne sais plus pour quelle raison mais une nuit les enfants sont amenés à sortir et se rendent dans un square où ils tombent nez à nez avec des dizaines de chats qui font la fête. La décoration est un peu style guinguette avec des petites guirlandes partout. Pour une raison ou une autre les chats peuvent communiquer avec les enfants et ils se rendent compte que tous connaissaient le chat roux, mais pas de la même manière. En gros les enfants connaissaient le chat de jour, genre chat domestique par excellence qui dort et joue de temps en temps. Les chats eux, connaissaient le chat de nuit puisque tous les soirs il sortait et se rendait à ce square pour y faire la fête. Il était d'ailleurs très populaire, limite un tombeur car toutes les chattes étaient en pâmoison en le voyant. Et ainsi, les enfants comme les chats se partagent alors des anecdotes le concernant et c'est en se remémorant des souvenirs drôles ou joyeux qu'ils font le deuil du chat.
Regardant beaucoup la télé à l'époque, je pense l'avoir vu sur une chaine type France 2 ou M6 qui proposaient souvent des programmes pour les enfants.
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2023.05.30 09:41 International_Cup126 can I get some advice?

so my worst nightmare came true my mum just came into my room telling my brother was just s* in the car (he wasn’t car s*) and now he’s home. I’m literally freaking out so hard. I don’t think i’ve been near my brother but I might of been in the same room as him yesterday? I wash my hands a lot but we share the same bathroom could I have caught it? I’m so terrified i’m trying to tell myself if i’m unwell it will happen and there’s nothing I can do about it and i’ll be fine but i’m just so scared.
also my stomach hurts i’ve been having awful stomach aches for months but now it’s freaking me out that this means I have it last night my stomach was cramping really badly.
Any advice? How do I cope with this?
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2023.05.30 09:37 ThatBitchHA Pregnancy Scare...again....

I can't count how many times i've had a pregnancy scare. I mean shit, sex is enjoyable but should I really be scared of what happens after? I'm 18, boutta go into college in a few weeks, and I'm currently going through a pregnancy scare that has me contemplating my entire future and relationship with my bf. I'm coming here to just vent a little and ask for some advice. It would be helpful.
Me and my bf always have protected sex. We use condoms. I'd like to use the Implant or birth control pills but I have no way of getting to the doctor (don't own a car) and my parents will not be willing to take me. They also track me through my phone so seeing that i'm at the doctor if someone else takes me will concern them.
Anyways, back to the topic. I started my period on May 27th and we had sex on May 28th. We used a condom but towards the end, it broke completely and he didn't notice, so he ended up cumming inside me. We freaked out and told my mom but both she and my cousin's mom insist that i won't get pregnant because It's the second day of my period. I washed myself out with a small shower hose my mom has on her toilet. To make me feel better, they drove me to CVS and we bought Plan B. I got home and took it immediately, no hesitation. I've never had any health problems with plan b. This was about 30 minutes after the incident.
My boyfriend also believe i'm not pregnant. I asked my dad and he said that women can't get pregnant on their periods. The research i made however tells me otherwise. It says I can still get pregnant, it's just a really small chance that i will. And i desperately don't want to take that chance.
I know that with my period and plan b, i'm likely not pregnant, but the thought will not leave my mind. I'm trying my best to remain calm but it's so hard to. On the bright side, my dad doesn't know about this and my mom said that she'll take me to get an abortion if i need it. My bf also swears to me that no matter what, we will not conceive a child until we're ready. He's very supportive and has stuck with me all the way through.
Right now i'm just praying that nothing will happen. I plan to take a pregnancy test in maybe 2 weeks or if my next period is late. Any advice on how to keep myself calm and get through this would be helpful. Anything that isn't "talk to someone", "take a pregnancy test", or "go to the doctor." I'm asking for advice to keep me mentally stable. How do you handle a situation like this?
Edit: Yeah ik it sounds stupid that mom is willing to get me plan b but not birth control. She thinks that different birth control methods will be harmful to me and only lets me take plan b cause I'm not taking it daily, only once in a while if "something" occurs.
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2023.05.30 09:32 Hoosac_Love Woman murdered at Fall River car wash

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