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Dang, these memes are dank

I'm, yet again, a day late with my GMM comments. I had a very active day yesterday, considering the fact that I never left my home - but more about that in another post. I also admit, I figured since there's no new GMM today, and I was a little tired last night, I'd take advantage of the "free day".

Yesterday's GMM was one recorded during the quarantine, so that topic is unavoidable in this post, but let's not allow that impact the fact that this was a brilliant, hilarious episode, and a prime example of the resoursefulness and creativity of the Mythical team. But now, let's talk about memes!

I should probably tell you from the start that this post will include quite a few memes. Not sure if they qualify as dank. Probably not. I'm not a meme expert, or even a dank dad. I'm just a girl with a questionable sense of humour and too much time on my hands.

But, lucky for us, someone at Mythical came up with the brilliant idea of educating both us, the viewers, and Rhett and Link in the fine art of memes. Stevie introduces the guys with some classic meme images, and asks them to add the texts to these pictures. The funnier dad meme gets the points, which escalate each round. The loser gets a unflattering meme of himself posted all over the internet.

I haven't quite finished the internet yet, despite the quarantine, but I do appreciate a good meme when I see one. But can two middle-aged guys come up with innovative memes, and most importantly, will Stevie find them funny?

In the first round, the blank meme to use is the confession bear. I laughed way too hard on Stevie's version of this, probably because I just watched a Buzzfeed (😬) video where people tried to guess blindfolded, which scented candle was the Gwyneth one.

I actually think Link's confession about vaping his own burps was pretty hilarious, but somehow, the bear's sad face fits so well with the idea Rhett wears a beard not because he wants to, but because he doesn't want to scare the kids. Also, the more I think about it, the more I feel Link's confession was a bit too gross even for a meme.

I wasn't familiar with the This is how I win meme, probably because I haven't seen the movie, and I don't like Adam Sandler. I love how Link feels it necessary to explain that the meme is actually about how you lose, not win. Such a dad thing to do. But his actual meme is funny. You can hear the frustration in Stevie's voice when she says she has experienced Link being late in real life. Rhett putting a nature doc on for Barbara isn't nearly as plausible.

It's actually very educating to hear the background stories of these pictures. The next meme is Me explaining to my mom. Link saying good night to his shoes reminds me of when I talk to the spiders which cohabit my house. They are just as responsive. But Rhett really went sophisticated with his version. I'm sure he got lots of laughs in the wood community for that one.

In the last round, the meme to use is "Change my mind". Now, I had no clue about who Steven Crowder was, but Stevie calling him a piece of s**t send me to google things, and what I found explains the comment. (I haven't watched that video yet, and I may not be able to. I'm also not sure if I want to.)

Anyways, let's talk about how Link actually feels about Adam Driver. Why would he even care about whether Adam Driver is hot or not? (If you ask me, not.) I question sometimes, if Link is actually a teenaged girl, and not a dad (pulling out an American Girl Doll in More didn't help)- why else would he ask Lily for an opinion about Adam Driver's hotness? I love Link and his strange mind.

But, despite Link's unexpected revelation, he fails to impress Stevie by using hair as floss - and let's be real, it's hard to top anything involving Rhett's wenis. Rhett wins the game, and the meme of Link with the snake is already in circulating the world wide web.

In More, we get an excercise session with Emily. Link loses the coin flip, and has to endure Jade licking peanut butter off of his lips (which really isn't that much of a punishment). I love how everyone in this video call finds the sight of Link and Jade adorable. I mean, look at Rhett, and Emily just went aww.

I love watching these video calls, even if this probably wasn't the most effective excercise video I've seen (but it was the most entertaining). I love Emily's Alf plushie, and I'm a little creeped out by the One-Eyed Tammy. I am slightly concerned by how impressed Rhett is by the hand trick he learned on TikTok - and even more convinced that TikTok is not good for people's intelligence.

But it's good to see that everyone is doing ok. This More made me feel warm in the heart region, too. 💗 (At least until Link brought up Tammy's eye-socket.)

I'm planning to post a little story about my diy hair situation together with comments on how R&L did Alex's hair on GMM tomorrow. There will be pictures of my hair. It is pretty bold, not completely bald, and probably the coolest it's ever been. But until then, stay safe!

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But You Can Never Leave [Chapter 2: Accept The Fucking Offer]

Series summary: You are an overwhelmed and disenchanted nurse in Boston, Massachusetts. Queen is an eccentric British rock band you’ve never heard of. But once your fates intertwine in the summer of 1974, none of your lives will ever be the same...

This series is a work of fiction, and is (very) loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

Song inspiration: Hotel California by The Eagles.

Chapter warnings: Language.

Link to chapter list (and all my writing) HERE

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The floor is quiet. Your patients—all except one—are sound asleep and mercifully keeping their call buttons at a distance. Patricia is camped out in the nurses’ station at the other end of the hall, chomping noisily on sunflower seeds and wailing along to Tammy Wynette on her portable radio. Queen is enjoying their fourth late-night picnic of the week. You close the door and check your watch; you have seven minutes left before your break ends.

“Let’s kill her,” Freddie suggests casually, hanging his smoldering cigarette out of the open window.

“You know that’s extremely bad for you.”

“What? Committing felonies?”

“I don’t think you’d do well in prison, Fred,” Roger says, popping a Cheeto into his mouth. “No sequined leotards. No cats.”

“Smoking,” you correct. “Smoking is extremely bad for you.”

Freddie takes a drag, exhales a fog of smoke, and grins at you beneath gleaming sunglasses. “Possibly. But darling, the aesthetic is divine. And you’ll take care of me if I get sick, won’t you? Ensure I get all the best drugs, procure new lungs for me on the black market?”

Brian rolls his eyes and nibbles a violet plum, then gestures for John to pass him a napkin as juice dribbles down his stubbled chin. John flaps the napkin just outside of Brian’s reach, yanking it away each time Brian swipes. Roger snickers, observing their exchange from his place on the floor, before eventually advising John to have mercy. Brian snatches the napkin and promptly whips John across the face with it.

“So now you have me committing felonies,” you tell Freddie with a smile.

“Keeps things spicy.” Freddie peers over at you, brow crinkled, studying you like an abstract painting. “Do you like your job, dear?”

Brian groans. “Fred, please, don’t interrogate her—”

“I’m not interrogating, I’m inquiring—!”

“It’s fine, seriously, Bri, it’s fine,” you say. Brian raises his hands in surrender. His coloring has improved, he’s gained five pounds, he’s being discharged tomorrow. Then Queen will be whisked across the Atlantic back to London...and that’s a truth you’re struggling to grasp. “I love what I do. Just not necessarily where I do it.”

Freddie nods, puffing on his cigarette. “Because of Nurse Queen of the Underworld.”

“Not just her.” You can remember being a child and worshiping at the altar of familiarity: your home, that old maroon Queen Anne-style house at the intersection of Apple Avenue and Arcadia Street; inhaling New England autumns; burying yourself in your mother’s soft, cream-colored knit sweaters that were dusted with the scents of homemade pies and Chanel No. 5; the creaks of that uneven, tobacco-stained wood floor of your father’s study beneath your bare feet. Whatever existed outside of your comfortable, commonplace universe—whatever monsters or treasures or undiscovered ringed planets dwelled there—held no interest for you at all. You wanted to live here, die here, raise your own family here, take your children to play under the same weeping willows in the Public Green that your grandparents had met beneath. And then one day, in the purging heat of the summer after your sophomore year of college...you woke up and realized that all those comforting things suddenly felt like a cage, that your fingers were threading bars made of your family and your friends and every grain of soil in Boston. Patricia is dreadful, of course, and has been since you arrived at Massachusetts General nine months ago; but she’s not what you’re running from. “It’s this hospital, it’s this city, it’s Boston. I was born here and I cherish it, don’t get me wrong, but I want to see the world. Mountains and lakes and cathedrals and castles and...and...you know. All the rest.”

“That’s how I felt about Cornwall when I was a kid,” Roger confesses. “I’d take my little acoustic guitar out into the backyard and look up at the sky as I played and think, ‘Is this really it? Am I ever going to get beyond all this to something more?’”

“Yes, yes, well no one asked for your autobiography, blondie,” Freddie quips. Roger chuckles, entirely unoffended. “Continue, dear.”

You think before you respond. When you do speak, it comes out heavier than you mean it to, more serious, more pained, whispered, your voice splintering. “I guess I just don’t want to die without really living first.”

The boys watch you for a while: Brian poised and pondering, Freddie seeking, Roger empathetic, John very quiet. John has spoken—at the absolute most—five words to you since you’ve met him; but you know he can get chatty with Freddie or Rog on occasion, and so you’ve held out hope that you can still win him over. Now you’re almost out of time.

At last, Roger raises his beer, smiling, showing the tiny points of his canine teeth. “Cheers to that.” And it sends something through you like a one-way ticket into a brand new world.

You laugh nervously. “Okay. Wow. Enough of all that, I have to go save lives now.” You wash your hands in the sink and pull on a new pair of gloves, dodging Roger’s large, affecting eyes.

“Do you have a boyfriend, lovely Clara Barton?” Freddie asks. They know your actual name, they’ve known it since night one, but they’ve taken to referring to you as whatever famous nurses they can recall from high school.

“Freddie,” Brian admonishes.

“What, I’m just asking—”

“No, actually, I don’t,” you tell Fred. “Why, do you want a Green Card?”

“Darling, no offense, but if I was going to marry for strategic purposes I would aim for someone far older and astronomically richer. With life insurance.”

“Thanks, Freddie.”

“You’re quite welcome.”

“Are you single? Since we’re all sharing our life stories.”

“I’m not,” he replies, somewhat cagily. “None of us are. Well, Brian certainly isn’t, and Deaky wasn’t last I checked, although he’s tricksy and awfully quiet about the whole affair, so I ought to confirm that at some point...how about you, Rog?”

Roger chokes on his beer and wipes his dripping nose with one fuchsia sleeve. “Uh, I, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, I’m single. Yes.”

“Oh?” Brian says, eyebrows raised. “Someone should probably inform Josephine.”

“That’s a casual thing. Super casual. Not exclusive.”

Freddie and Brian exchange a glance: an amused, smirking, what else can you expect from Roger? glance. You try to smirk at Roger too; but he shrugs guiltily, endearingly, with some mesmerizing spell of danger and innocence and wildness and beauty, angels and demons that you didn’t know could coexist without clubbing each other to death. And you mean to file this away as a warning, a reminder to keep your distance; but it feels more like blowing on embers until they leap into flames.

Bad idea, lady. Really, really, really, exorbitantly bad idea.

“Alright, I’m out. Brian, you have the call button if you need it. There’re extra cups and napkins in the cabinet and—”

You open the door. Patricia is halfway down the hallway and approaching quickly, glinting-eyed, stone-faced, keys grasped in her hand. A glimpse at your watch informs you that your break ended two minutes ago. You swing the door shut.

“Get out!” you whisper urgently, and Roger bolts for the window. He pitches his beer outside and helps John climb through the opening and drop safely to the ground below.

“Fred!” Roger hisses, waving, and he lowers Freddie out of the window next as you kick snack wrappers and empty bottles beneath Brian’s hospital bed. Bri smooths his blankets, turns off his lamp, shakes the peanuts out of his hair that John lobbed there. You rush to Roger as you hear keys rattling against the door.

“Here, I’ll help you...” Without thinking, you take his hands as he hesitates in the open window and steady him as he crawls out. You can see Freddie and John down in the darkness, reaching up to catch Roger when he falls. A sudden wave of mourning grips you. I’m never going to see them again. “Bye,” you say, without any cleverness at all. But Roger smiles like it’s the best thing he’s heard in weeks, maybe months, maybe ever. He glances to where your hands hold his.

“Bye,” he replies in that raspy, radiant voice. And then he’s gone.

You sigh shakily. You turn around. Patricia stands in the open doorway.

“Oh,” she says, grinning like a shark, almost gloating. “You are so fired.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“We’re sorry, we’re so sorry, you have no idea how—”

“It’s fine, Roger.”

You’re standing under a lamppost just beyond hospital property at 7:15 a.m. Your shift is over, your very last shift at Massachusetts General; Roger waited outside to meet you all night. There are swollen shadows beneath his eyes, his cheeks are flushed with fury and mortification, he’s edgy and pacing and chain smoking. The sun is bright and already hot, the Arctic terns cawing and swooping overhead.

“It’s not fucking fine,” he flares. “We got you fired—”

“Roger, I was miserable there. I was jaded and complacent and I felt trapped, I felt like I was standing in cement, I felt like I was suffocating and I didn’t know how to bail myself out of it or how to explain any of this to my parents. But now...thanks to Queen...I’m free. I got the shock I needed. I can move on.”

“You didn’t deserve to leave like that,” he insists menacingly. “That bitch isn’t going to write you recommendations. You were good at what you did, you were really fucking good, Brian was despondent before you took over. You deserved better.”

You shrug. “Life’s not fair, Rog.”

“That’s the truth.” He takes a drag off his cigarette and you hold out your hand. He stares at you, perplexed, but passes the cigarette. You smoke a few puffs, then give it back. Roger smiles. “I thought that was extremely bad for you.”

“Most of the best things are.”

“Well.” He shuffles his feet anxiously. “I have a proposition.”

“Yeah?”

“Since you’ve successfully untethered yourself from all your unfulfilling earthly obligations...come to London with us.”

You feel your jaw fall open, feel all the tension in your muscles unravel as the numb shock rolls through you. “Uh. I was thinking maybe the Peace Corps or joining a travel nursing agency or something.”

Roger winks and nudges your shoulder with his. “Transatlantic flights to London count as travel.”

“That’s...accurate...”

“No, seriously!” Rog presses. “Look, every time a band tours, the company hires a medic or a nurse to go with them. They stitch up busted faces, sanitize infected tattoos, prevent us from dying of alcohol poisoning, ice knocked-out teeth until we can get to a dentist, the works. We’re going to be recording as much as possible in London, but Brian will be on bed rest for most of the next few months. You can take care of him. Keep his spirits up. You’re good at that. We’ll all chip in to pay you if the company won’t, Freddie and John have already agreed to it and I know Brian will as soon as I ask. Then, when we inevitably go on tour again...you can be our travel nurse.” He grins confidently, electrifyingly, like he’s figured out all of life’s thorniest questions.

“Rog, I really appreciate the offer, but...uh...this is really too much, and I have no travel nurse experience whatsoever, and...and...look, you are all really talented, I mean that, but you have some seriously chaotic energy and I’m not sure global fame is in the cards for Queen—”

Roger interrupts you brusquely. “You said you love what you do. So you like taking care of people, right?”

“I do, yeah.”

“And you want to see the world.”

“Absolutely.”

“And you think we’re fun, don’t you? Exciting? Audacious? Reckless enough to keep you busy with the fallout of frequent near-death experiences?”

“That sounds about right.”

“So...” He waggles his blond eyebrows. “Come with us.”

You look up into the mid-June sky, as blue and churning as the Boston Harbor, and try to imagine it: packing your suitcase (you really don’t need to bring all that much), digging your passport out of your jewelry box (you know exactly where it is), telling your parents that you’re jetting off to Europe the next day (they would accept it, maybe they’d even be proud; you’d finally be striking out on your own), renting some cheap little apartment in London (you have enough savings to get you started).

“Accept the offer,” Roger says.

“I really don’t think—”

“Accept the offer.”

“—I just couldn’t impose like that, I mean you’re not making any money yet and—”

“Accept the offer.”

“—You guys shouldn’t feel like you owe me this just because I happened to—”

Roger cradles your face with rough hands, gazes fixedly into your eyes, and smiles blindingly. “Love,” he says. “Accept. The fucking. Offer.”

Bad idea, terrible idea, literally the worst idea in the history of human civilization.

“Okay,” you reply softly.

“Okay, like, for real okay?”

“Yeah.” And entirely against your will, you break into a grin. This is the start of the rest of my life. This is the graveyard of familiarity.

“Yes!” Roger cheers. He takes your left hand, raises it to his lips, bites you lightly across the knuckles: some feral, ludicrously on-brand vision of Roger as a Disney hero. I’m the Lady and he’s the Tramp. I’m Sleeping Beauty and he’s the Prince who’s going to finally wake me up, even if it means slaughtering a dragon or two.

“Cute,” you say sarcastically. But, actually, it sort of is.

“Can I walk you home?” Roger asks. “You live around the corner, right? I can help you pack. Oh, wait, maybe I should shower first, I don’t want your parents to see me like this...I am a literal ashtray...my hair is ridiculous...I think I still have some eyeliner on...is the fuchsia jacket too much...?”

You watch Roger as he scrutinizes himself fretfully, his words fading out of the picture, the world becoming a silent film. You can’t look away. If Brian’s a willow tree and Freddie’s a lightning storm, what is Roger? Wildfire, you decide.

He follows you through breezy, shaded Boston streets to the house at the intersection of Apple and Arcadia, with the solemn promise that he can borrow your shower and an old pair of gym shorts. You know he’ll charm your parents instantly, that they’ll fall in love with him. Everyone does.

When you look down at your left hand, there’s a vanishing silhouette of a bruise where he bit you; and if you really think about it you can feel that it still burns.

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Kylie Jenner’s Ex Tyga Dating Friend Tammy Hembrow

Rumors are swirling that Kylie Jenner’s ex Tyga is dating her friend Tammy Hembrow. The Australian Instagram model was filmed and photographed dancing “wildly” next to Tyga, who didn’t seem as enthusiastically moved by the music. According to multiple sources at Daily Mail Australia, the 24-year-old social media star “hooked up” with the 29-year-old rapper at the Rolling Loud Festival in Sydney on Sunday night. “They arrived together, were all over each other at the side of the stage, and then left together,” one insider told the Daily Mail.

Tyga and Jenner started officially dating in August 2015 but had an infamous on-and-off relationship starting in 2014.

Following Jenner’s 17th birthday in August 2014, Tyga ended his former relationship with his then-fiancé and the mother of his child, Blac Chyna. In September, 2014, amidst dating rumors, Tyga tweeted, “DONT BELIEVE THE RUMORS, BEEN FRIENDS WITH THE FAMILY FOREVER. WERE ALL JUST FRIENDS.”

The pair was continuously spotted together throughout the next year and officially confirmed their relationship in August 2015. In October 2015, Kylie made her second appearance in one of Tyga’s music videos. She even turned into a zombie for him!

While the couple broke up a few times throughout their relationshiphip, their romance lasted for about 18 months until they broke up for good in April2017. Given Jenner’s history with Tyga, we’re not sure how the reality star and beauty entrepreneur will feel about this potential hook-up.

However, Hembrow’s sister claims she the model is “just friends” with Kylie’s ex. On Tuesday, Amy Hembrow told Daily Mail Australia that her sister is not dating Tyga, and “everyone is just friends.” Apparently Hembrow and some of her friends had backstage passes to the Rolling Loud event and were just “having fun dancing at a festival.” Amy Hembrow insists that this whole thing has been “taken out of context.”

To be fair, that is a very big possibility. Sometimes you just want to grove to the music like nobodies watching … even if your friend’s ex-boyfriend is standing there and definitely watching.

Hembrow is a wildly popular fitness influencer from Australia with two young children. Here she is at Luna Park Sydney with Saiska and Wolf. “Best day evaaaa 🎡🎠,” she wrote.

But her biggest headline yet was when she was taken out of Jenner’s 21st birthday party on a stretcher, so it’s safe to say they’re at least friends if Hembrow was invited to Jenner’s bash. The Queensland-based blogger got teary-eyed when she explained the incident in a video.

You can watch the apology video/explanation here on Daily Mail. (It has since been removed from her YouTube Channel.)

“Firstly, I want everyone to know that I’m OK,” she began. “So yeah I pretty much collapsed. Honestly I’m already like super super embarrassed about it. I probably, definitely shouldn’t have been drinking because of how jet-lagged and exhausted I was and I already wasn’t feeling well.”

The 24-year-old is also a model for Khloé Kardashian’s Good American fashion label. Kardashian shared a photo of Tammy wearing her Good American activewear in early November 2018 with the caption, “Come meet my girl @tammyhembrow of the #goodsquad.”

Khloe Kardashian/Instagram.

We’re keeping our eye out for any more details on this possible budding romance between Tyga and Hembrow. Curious to know what the Kardashians are thinking …

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On Magpies, Jogging, and Listening to Podcasts

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On Magpies, Jogging, and Listening to Podcasts

So I’m supposed to have a podcast out today!

And I’m going to tell you a little bit of a story to give you three reasons why I don’t. But don’t worry-I’ll give you some other stuff to listen to!

Here’s the first reason.

I’m out in Alberta right now on a speaking tour.

Tammy and I left last Thursday to fly out for an event Friday night, and then a big event speaking to 500 women on Saturday morning. Tonight I’m speaking at Centre Street in Calgary with my Girl Talk, and I’m super excited! I love get out to Alberta( as long as it’s not in the dead of winter) and we’ve had a great time.

But it has meant that I’ve been super busy and it’s been hard to find time to record.

We’ve been having a blast, though! Last Friday night at my Girl Talk near Edmonton I gratified up with a long-time reader named Lois. She drove over 3 1/2 hours to hear me, and brought a bunch of women from her church with her. She’s been commenting and emailing for years, and as soon as she told me her name I recognized it. I simply LOVE meeting people when I talk who have known me and follow me for a long time. It really is like session friends.

Lois and I at the Girl Talk at Westlock Alliance Church

By the route, if you’re not signed up to my email listing, “youre supposed to”! I send out emails to everyone who lives within 200 miles of wherever I’m speaking, so you’ll be notified if I’m going to be near you. That’s how I plan my tours, too-I send out announcements to anyone who lives in the province/ nation/ nation I’ll be going to to see if any churches want to be added on to the tour. So please sign up!

Incidentally, it’s been so neat to “meet” more of you on the blog this week! On Tuesday I asked all of you to comment about how you first determined the blog( and if you haven’t commented yet, you should, because I’ll do a describe for my Sexy Dares in my Friday newsletter from one of the commenters !). Some of your responses have really made me tear up, especially about how God has used the blog. I love what Lindsey said :P TAGEND

I was first exposed to your blog when a friend on Facebook shared an article on submission years ago. At that point I thought you were a little too feminist for my savor, and I disagreed with your post.( I loved your sexuality articles, though, and they maintained me around) Boy! Have things ever changed! I still would never refer to myself as a feminist, but my husband and I now refer to ourselves as having an egalitarian marriage. The other day my young son wanted to do something the opposite of how I said here today, and he asked my husband “can’t you just overrule her? ” Now, used to be when he would say something like that, my husband would back me up- but with the understanding that he could overrule if he wanted to. That day, for the first time ever I heard him say to my son, “No, I can’t merely over rule her. Mommy and I are equal. We are a team.”. I’m getting misty-eyed just writing it. It’s my hope that the farther we get away from bad ways of operating, the healthier and better example for our children we will set. Thanks for your blog.

To me, it’s not about feminist or not feminist. It’s simply about Jesus. Are we constructing matrimony about growing closer to Jesus and doing “Gods will”, or are we inducing matrimony about doing a husband’s will? This stuff matters, and too often we’ve gotten it wrong. When Jesus isn’t front and centre, we’re going to go off base.

Incidentally, after last week’s podcast where I was talking about how God doesn’t want us only believing a bunch of things; He wants us actually living like Christ and bringing Christ to a hurting world, a woman commented on Facebook that she was worried that I didn’t believe that redemption was by grace alone because I was getting into works. “Its exactly” the problem I’m talking about. We’ve reduced Christianity to a situated of notions instead of a relationship with the living God who should make a difference in our lives. So sad.

Then on Saturday morning I did something a little bit different for me.

Back in 2003, when I started speaking, I mostly did denominational events and women’s retreats. For about 9 years all of my speaking was for general women’s groups. But in the last few years I’ve largely been speaking about wedding and sex. So when Beulah Alliance hired me to headline their big women’s breakfast, it was fun to write a talk that had absolutely nothing to do with sex at all.

Our theme was Wonder Woman: Strong. Courageous. Fearless.

We had 500 women at the event, and I shared about how God wants us to live a big life-to stop trying to control everything, and to let go. When we do that, then we’re not ruled by fear. And that’s when we can brought forward and do amazing things.

I’ve just finished read the absolutely amazing inspiring biography of a woman named Josephine Butler who was, in her hour, as well known as Florence Nightingale. She campaigned for the dignity and right of prostitutes, who in Victorian England were demonized, while the men that used them were still considered high class. She fought against sex trafficking of children. She fought for greater economic opportunities for women. And she did it all in the name of Jesus. Her favourite saying was ” God plus one female equals a majority .”

She altered England, and changed the rights of women in Europe as well. And she did it even with such tremendous opponent. Actually an inspiration. Here’s her biography :P TAGEND

Josephine Butler: Patron Saint of Prostitute

Take Me There !

Or you can watch a brief documentary of her life here :P TAGEND

And now about the Magpies

After speaking on Saturday, Tammy and I holed up in a lovely Air Bnb in Edmonton for a few days before i just had to drive down to Calgary. I was hoping to record the podcast there, and brought my microphone and headset and everything along with me. But our Airbnb is in a very loud traffic area. And not just that-there is a magpie nest directly outside our balcony. There was just no way to get good audio quality!

( Although I must admit-even though magpies are awfully loud and are pests, they’re really much prettier than the crows and grackles that bother us in Ontario ).

But being here in this Air Bnb also means that we spent Mother’s Day with each other-instead of with our families. My husband sent me some chocolate truffles, which were wonderful. But I bought Tammy and me a really, really awful chocolate cake( we were both hot flashing, so we look terrible, and I’m keeping my hair back ):

And now about Jogging

Actually, I guess that’s only two reasons I’m not doing the podcast this week. I can’t really think of another.

But I will tell you about jogging, because I’m hoping person out there can help me out. I’ve recently started the couch to 5k running plan, and I’ve been LOVING it. I required to get more cardio into my routine. I’m quite good at stretching and doing weights, but I need to sweat. But lately my foot have been hurting. I have to wear shoes in the chamber of representatives or my foot hurt. Then, when I jogged here in Edmonton, my foot are significantly, genuinely sore WHILE I was jogging. I thought it was maybe because they’re still swollen from the plane flight?

I have awesome running shoes( I just bought top of the line ones ). When I get home I plan to see a physiotherapist and maybe get some orthotics. But anyone else ever have this issue? It’s like my feet are sore and they tingle all the time now.( It’s not MS because I haven’t lost any sensation, so don’t worry about that !)

And about podcasts

While jogging, though, I’ve been listening to some podcasts. I get Keith into them when he flew down to Louisiana to pick up our RV and drive it home last month. That was a lot of hours in the RV by himself, we are therefore downloaded some podcasts and he’s really enjoying them. And I am, too! If any of you have any good ones about women and the church, I’d love some suggestions.

So now about my podcast …

So I can’t record one today, although we’ve been brainstorming a whole bunch of different ideas about podcasts coming up. But I will tell you what the two most listened-to podcasts have been to date, and maybe you can catch up!

The Podcast About Women and Porn( And Creepy Dudes !)

Hot and Holy Sex, Control Freaks, and More !

If ” podcast” sounds scary and route too technical for you, it doesn’t “ve got to be”. Most of our telephones come with a podcast app. Merely go into it, and search” To Love, Honor and Vacuum” on that app. Then you can choose to subscribe( please do !) or listen to individual episodes. If you subscribe, then every time I record a new one it will be there for you. And then, when you’re out for a walk, or grocery shopping, or jogging (!), or driving, you can listen in. I’m seriously enjoying it. And I try so hard on my podcast not to waste time with too much personal stuff like what I had for breakfast and jump right in to the meat of it. I love making these, so I hope that you love listening.

And if you like the podcast, can you rate it 5 stars and leave a review, too? It helps other people find it!

On Thursdays, when the podcast comes out, I usually post an “extras” post here with links to some of the things I mentioned in the podcast or more ideas, if you want to go more in depth. So enjoy!

And I will be back next week, after I’m back at home, and hopefully after I’ve seen a physiotherapist!

What podcast have you liked very good? Have you listened in? Let me know!( And seriously-any tips about jogging ?)

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Sheila Wray Gregoire has been married for 27 years and merrily married for 22! She loves traveling around North America with her hubby in their RV, dedicating her signature “Girl Talk” about sexuality and marriage. And she’s written 8 books. About sexuality and wedding. See a topic here? Plus she knits. Even in line at the grocery store.

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