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Category: Ryan's Rules
Ryan's Rules Part 6
June 13, 2020 LoganTyler5 Comments
It seemed Ryan was trying to make her entire bottom molten hot before she even got the belt. The spanks were relentless, still continuing in the sets of three as she moved about every inch of skin available including her thighs. Emily couldn't help moving, helplessly trying to find purchase on anything that might give her relief. Ryan, however, continued even as Emily began to cry out with every spank Ryan laid onto her already tender backside. Finally, after a particularly hard series of back and forth between sit spots, Ryan stopped and gently rubbed Emily's hot backside. Emily whimpered, knowing she would have a reminder every time she sat the next few days..
"Okay, little girl. All done with that. Catch your breath."
Emily tried to slowly relax her body and lay limply across Ryan's lap. She caught her breath and murmured, "I'm sorry for breaking the rules. I'm never going to do it again."
Ryans simply squeezed each of Emily's sore bottom cheeks in turn. "I'm sure you think that, but let's make sure, okay? You ready to finish this?"
Emily whimpered under Ryan's hand but nodded her head. "Yes, ma'am. Ready as I'll ever be."
"Good." Ryan guided Emily up to stand in front of her before standing as well. "I love you, baby. I only want what's best for you," she further reassured Emily with a kiss to Emily's forehead. She then put a pillow on the edge of the bed before directing, "Over the bed, honey."
With a sigh, Emily slowly moved toward the bed while Ryan unbuckled the belt from around her waist. Emily didn't like this scenario, one bit, but it wasn't like Ryan was giving her choice. Slowly, she willed herself to bend over, leaving her bottom in prime and was too vulnerable position. She waited, closed her eyes, and shivered as she heard the leather belt, being pulled through the loops as Ryan quite purposely removed it.
"Okay baby. It's really important to stay in position. I don't want to get your hands," Ryan explained as she folded Emily's nightshirt up and out of the way again before doubling the belt and lining it up across her two pink cheeks.
Ryan tapped the belt in warning before pulling it back and laying a medium swat across the full of Emily's bottom. She then didn't give much pause before pulling back to lay another medium swat in almost the same place.
Emily gasped as her toes danced on the carpet, but she managed to stay mostly in position, but Ryan didn't give her any quarter as she ignored her protests and continued with the swats. She laid them down slowly, but steady, in a meticulous pattern all up and down Emily's bottom. A dozen swats followed, falling on her already throbbing butt without pause. Not only turning the pink of her bottom much closer to bright red but making Emily regret every rule she'd carelessly broken.
Now in agony, Emily held tightly to the covers under her. Ryan's use if the belt was relentless. Her right cheek especially felt like it'd be bruised for a week. Even while whimpering, however, she still wasn't ready for it to stop. Not yet. She was on the verge of actual tears and she craved that. "Please," she whimpered, knowing that Ryan would understand.
"I know, baby," came the replay and a gentle rub to the closest throbbing cheek. There was then a pause and the buckle of the belt clinked as Ryan changed sides.
Emily resisted reaching back to touch her hot skin. There was a warning tap again and then a quiet whoosh a fraction of a second before the belt fell again across the meaty part of her bottom. Emily gasped and grabbed the blanket in her fists tighter. The swats seemed harder, but maybe she was just because her already abused bottom was so tender.
Still, it didn't deter Ryan from building up a steady rhythm again. Splat. Splat. Splat. "I'm going to be keeping a much closer eye on you," Ryan lectured between swats. "You will be eating right and taking care of yourself or you will be right back here getting a spanking."
Emily whimpered as another dozen stokes were applied before Ryan stopped the spanking, laying the belt down and stepping beside her to rub her tender bottom. "We are almost done. You have taken your spanking like a good girl."
Emily allowed herself to relax into the touch a moment. Although in the back of her mind she knew the worst was yet to come. "I'm so sorry I'm making you punish me this hard, Ryan. I'll try not to be naughty again."
Ryan continued rubbing for several long moments, most likely to make sure Emily's butt wasn't asleep for the next part. Emily couldn't lie though. It'd been a while since she had the chance to truly enjoy Ryan's touch and felt a tingle between her legs stir.
"Okay sweetheart. Five more, one for each rule. They will be hard."
Emily whimpered but nodded. Ryan's hand left her bottom before the belt was picked up for a final time.
Emily forced her bottom to relax and buried her face deep into the covers of their bed. The belt tapped her bottom, but only stayed a moment before it came down much harder and lower than any other swat before. POP! The belt burned across her sit spots. Emily felt tears burn her eyes. But another swat stung across her sit spots again. POP! Her body jerked under the pain before tears began leaking from her eyes. The next two hard swats landed on her sit spots building impossibly more ache as tears fell faster. The final was the hardest of them all, it snapped quickly low across her thighs. Emily squealed loudly as the feeling settled into her legs, but she let herself cry into the covers.
A moment passed before she felt Ryan's hand on her back, and then the bed sink slightly as Ryan sat down next to her. Emily found herself shifting, putting her head in Ryan's lap. "I'm sorry, so sorry," she sniffled as Ryan pet her hair.
"It's over now," Ryan reassured her. "You're forgiven."
The words, like magic, allowed Emily's tears to start anew, but Ryan said nothing as she continued to stroke and pet Emily's hair.
Several long minutes passed before Emily sniffled and turned her head so she could meet Ryan's eyes. "I'm not going to be able to sit down for a week, you know that right?"
Ryan chuckled. "A day, maybe two." She winked and tapped Emily who moved her head and to let Ryan shift positions. Both now laying down, Emily then scooted up a bit so that she could lay her head on Ryan's shoulder.
"That's more comfortable," Emily said sighing in contentment. "Why am I tired?"
"I think we're both tired. Maybe a nap and then a good dinner, or lunch… depending on how long we sleep."
"Or midnight snack?"
Ryan smiled and kissed Emily's head. "Goodnight, sweetheart."
"Night," Emily returned with a smile and curled in a bit tighter. "Love you."
"Love you more."
Emily waited for a moment for Ryan to say something more, but when she didn't she looked up only to realize that Ryan had fallen fast asleep. With a small smile she pulled a blanket over both of them, kissed Ryan's cheek, and settled back down onto her chest. She smiled again, and reaching down to give her still-warm bottom a rub, she closed her eyes and let herself relax. Within moments she had joined Ryan in much needed and well-earned slumber.
Ryan's Rules – Part Five
September 14, 2019 September 14, 2019 LoganTyler8 Comments
First and foremost I want to tell you all how great Ms. Cabot is! She's been sickly for a bit now with a cold, but she managed to hang in there and get some pretty great writing done for this little bit. Good job Star! 🙂 This story is going to be wrapping up soon and off to other adventures we will go!
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four.
Emily suddenly froze as she heard movement behind her. Ryan had entered the room. She could sense her, but she'd yet to say anything. Then it became quiet again. Painfully quiet. Emily shifted and strained her ears but there was not a sound for several long minutes.
Time seemed to pass at a snail's pace, leaving Emily in a whirlwind of nerves and regret, but when she finally heard Ryan speak, she could only shiver at her tone.
"Come here, Emily."
Her voice was low, dangerous even, and it made Emily wish she could hide in the corner forever. Slowly, Emily gathered her courage and turned to face her partner. Ryan's face was stern, yet almost blank of emotion. Emily found herself hesitating before she was able to convince her feet to move. She managed to trudge over to stand in front of Ryan who was seated in the middle of their couch. It was the same couch where she was sleeping only hours earlier.
Emily then looked down, studying Ryan's lap as Ryan held her hands and looked up at her.
"Why don't you tell me why we are here?" Ryan asked in a firm but caring tone.
"I broke the rules," Emily answered.
"What rules did you break, Em?" Ryan continued to probe.
Emily's eyes traveled up Ryan's only partially covered legs, up to her cleavage, past slender shoulders, and finally to her face.
"All of 'em," she mumbled feeling her face warm.
Ryan squeezed her hands, almost reassuringly. "I want you to explain them to me, honey. All of them."
Emily gulped. She knew she was in trouble, but suddenly face to face with Ryan and forced to reply Ryan's rules aloud, she realized just how deep she'd gone. After all, it wasn't that out of the ordinary for her to break a rule here or there. Her laundry often 'missed' the hamper, or she'd press something a little too far, but to think that she'd actually broken all five rules at once was a little unfathomable.
"Um," Emily stuttered, then let out a long sigh. "I need to take care of myself, clean up after myself, be honest, remember to eat, and um, stay safe."
"Very good," Ryan nodded. "Now tell me how you broke each one of those rules?"
"Ryan," Emily started to whine but got cut off by a raised eyebrow. "Okay, fine. I um, didn't eat dinner."
"Yes, the ice cream."
"Yeah, and I fell asleep on the sofa and didn't pick up my clothes in the living room."
"Very good, and?"
"And, I um… I didn't do the rounds before I fell asleep to make sure everything was locked up for the night."
"I see," Ryan frowned. "So by my count that's four? What are we missing?"
"Well…I didn't go grocery shopping like I promised I would," Emily added with a small blush. "I know that's not technically a lie, but I did break my word, as I knew it was my turn and I didn't follow through… and…"
Ryan's frown deepened with her confession, making Emily shift back and forth from foot to foot. "And?"
"And, I haven't really been honest with you lately. I haven't gone shopping because I just haven't been eating, well a lot. It's been busy at work, and well, the vending machine isn't the best place to get lunch."
"I see," Ryan nodded. "I figured that you probably forgot to lock up since you fell asleep with the TV still on…"
Emily's cheeks flushed as she interrupted. "I didn't leave anything open on purpose, and technically, you were the last one to leave the house today, so if anything wasn't locked it wasn't really my fault."
Ryan gave her a look and Emily cringed a moment before Ryan popped her thigh. "You know that's not an excuse, young lady, but I'm not really concerned with that so much. I'm much more concerned with you skipping meals, Em. You know that's a big one. How many days have you had lunch from the vending machine, or just skipped a meal altogether?"
"A few," Emily frowned, wishing that she could rub her thigh. Ryan was still holding her hands and her thigh was stinging from the slap, but she knew that was nothing compared to how much her backside would soon be stinging when Ryan really got to work. "I'm sorry," she sniffled.
"I know you are, Em, but you know that's also not good enough. You have a spanking coming, and a big one at that. Come on now, let's get this moving."
Emily bit her lip as Ryan finally let go of her hands and then helped her step out of the shorts she's slipped on before breakfast. She hadn't bothered with panties and now as she shivered in the short-cropped pajama shirt she wondered if she hadn't made a mistake. Maybe Ryan would have let her leave them on, at least for a little while.
With a sigh and a wrinkle of her nose at the thought, she was too soon distracted as Ryan tipped her over her lap. Emily found herself looking at the carpet and using her fingertips to balance herself as Ryan, tapped her other end with her palm.
"You know I love you, Em. I'm sorry I have to do this," Ryan paused before giving her a solid swat on her right cheek, "but you know you need me to remind you that the rules aren't just there for my pleasure." Ryan paused again, giving her a stingy and quick series of a half-dozen spanks. "It's to keep you both healthy and safe."
"I know," Emily sniffled as Ryan's lecture ended. Another swat landed, this time on her left cheek and then was echoed on her right. Spank after spank rang down in a slow and steady, bouncing from sensitive cheek to sensitive cheek.
"Ouch!" Emily cried out at Ryan managed to swat her more tender sit-spots. She couldn't help wiggling and whining as the heat started to spread. Ryan was only getting started and Emily was already wishing it was over. "Please, Ryan, I'm sorry. I am!"
"Un-huh," Ryan grunted before giving her a face and evil dozen pops. She then paused and rubbed for a moment before saying, "I should spank you every night for a week with all that naughtiness that you just confessed. It's been a long time since I really lit you up, little girl, but tonight a handful of swats isn't going to cover it."
Her warning over, Ryan then resumed the spanking, which only seemed to get harder and hotter by the moment. Emily was biting her lip, trying to keep the protest at a minimum, but she was also quickly losing her resolve. "Oh! Owie!" she whined as Ryan's hand only continued its dance.
In her head, Emily tried to distract herself. She tried to count the swats but didn't get past ten before she practically wiggled off Ryan's lap. Ryan had to again pause to pull her back into position. She took a moment to rub her hand over Emily's bare bottom, which now felt hot and tingly as Ryan's stong palm caressed it.
"I think it's been too long, if you think you can just wiggle off like that, Em. Do it again and there will be consequences, understand?"
Emily gulped. "Yes ma'am," she replied, thinking back to some of her earliest punishments. The only time Ryan had ever used a belt was to remind her to stay in position, and that lesson had only needed to be repeated twice. She wasn't about to let tonight be a third time.
"Good," Ryan nodded before giving her bottom a pat. "I think we're almost warm enough, but not quite yet."
Emily whimpered as Ryan again raised her palm, starting the spanking anew. This time the swats came faster and in sets — three at a time on each cheek. Emily let out a small squeak of protest, but dug in and concentrated on staying in position. She certainly wasn't going to make this any worse then it had to be.
Ryan's Rules – Part 4
September 5, 2019 September 5, 2019 LoganTyler9 Comments
Part One, Part Two, Part Three.
Thanks to my coauthor for pushing this one through we WILL get there with this story! 😉
For a long moment, they were in sync. Back and forth they rocked, slowly increasing the pressure and the need of both their lower loins. Emily found herself panting, but that also only increased as Ryan again shifted, letting her hand travel down toward Emily's center. Slowly, her lithe fingers started moving up and down, massaging Emily's clit and lower lips. Emily's arms wrapped around Ryan even tighter as they breathlessly began to once again.
Ryan speed up the pace, making Emily moan under her and clutch tightly onto Ryan's back. She spread, giving Ryan deeper access and moaned and shivered as her need steadily grew. She was warm now, small beads of sweat forming on her brow in concentration.
"Am I still in trouble?" Emily asked between rapid breaths. Ryan rolled her eyes and nodded as she picked up the pace with her finger. They were flying now, the beats faster than a hummingbird's wing.
"God, you are in so much trouble. I'm going to turn your ass red," Ryan promised.
Emily bucked, Ryan's words pushing her even closer. Her breaths were shallow and warm, her heart pounding, echoing in her ears. The pressure intense, building forever closer to an explosion. Just imagining Ryan spanking her, actually turning her ass red, the sting, the warmth, the up and down of the cycle of pain. It was too much.
Emily felt herself catch and then peak, like the million butterflies in her tummy all took off at once.
With a small smile, Ryan slowly withdrew. She moved up and took Emily's lips in a deep kiss. "Good morning, my love."
"Morning," Emily echoed with a smile.
"Still bored?"
Ryan chuckled and then covered her mouth with a yawn. She glanced at the clock. "Ugh, I got about 3 hours."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have woken you."
"It's okay. We can take a nap later."
"Hmmm," Emily replied as she let her hand run down the side of Ryan's thigh. "I can try to keep you awake now."
"You could," Ryan said before taking Emily's hand off her thigh and bringing it to her lips for a kiss. "But now that I'm up, I'm hungry."
"Hungry?" Emily's eyes went wide before she smirked. "Me too."
"I meant for actual food, brat," Ryan said as she snaked her hand around and popped Emily's backside.
"Hey!" Emily yipped making Ryan laugh.
Ryan pecked Emily's pouty lips again before sliding from the bed. "Okay, up and at 'em. Let's go cook."
With a groan, Emily also slid from the bed, following Ryan out her side, and taking the opportunity to trail a hand lightly across Ryan's bare abdomen. The touch made Ryan shudder and Emily grinned as she hand started to slide south. "Or we could order in," she suggested leaning forward to kiss the top curve of Ryan's bare chest.
Ryan moaned and wrapped her arms around Emily. She pushed her hips into Emily's hand, moving them below her waist. "Best idea I've heard in a long time."
Emily smiled before turning her attention to Ryan's chest. She pulled a firm nipple into her mouth to suck. "I thought so," she mumbled around puckered skin.
"That was really good," Ryan observed as she placed the stack of plates into the sink. She turned back around and met Emily's eyes. Holding her eyes for a moment, Emily shifted and then blushed, averting her gaze. Ryan raised a knowing eyebrow and remarked, "It's good to know you had an actual meal, unlike last night. You know with protein, vitamins, carbs and all that." Ryan then watched Emily shift. After seeing ice cream container on the coffee table, she had her suspicion and Emily had just confirmed it.
"You noticed that, huh?" Emily asked. Her eyes were glued to the marble countertop as her finger nervously traced a darker vein in the pattern.
"The empty ice cream container, and no trace of any other dishes? That's something I always notice, Em." Ryan leaned into the island separating her from the short brunette.
"You do have that bad habit," Emily mumbled not looking up from where she was still tracing the lines of the marble.
"I don't know that I would call it a bad habit to notice what the love of my life gets up to while I'm not around," Ryan scolded. She paused a moment before adding, "You know what this means right?"
Ryan could hear Emily whine before she nodding only once.
"Use your voice, Emily Nichole." Ryan sharply warned.
Emily's shoulders straightened before she muttered, "Yes, ma'am. Should I go wait for you?"
"I think that'd be a wise choice." Emily nodded before slipping from the chair and disappearing into the doorway that led into their living room. Ryan didn't say anything more but just watched her go. As much as she would rather spend the day in bed, things wouldn't be right between her and Emily if she didn't sort it out. Ryan only had five rules, and the best she could figure Emily had most likely broken at least four of the five if not all five together. They were in for a serious chat, one that neither of them were looking forward too.
With a sigh, Ryan pushed off the counter and walked down the hall towards the master bedroom, avoiding the living room which her partner was supposed to be waiting in. She made her way directly to her closet and opened the top drawer which held all of the couple's toys — most of which were used for spanking. Studying the selection, Ryan pulled out the long bath brush and closed the drawer.
The brush was heavy in her hand. It was made of a solid light-oak and at 18-inches long, had a 1-inch flat oval backing. She knew it was far from Emily's favorite in their collection, which meant it would be perfect for her task ahead. Knowing that Emily was in for a true punishment, Ryan closed her eyes for a moment to center herself. She took a deep breath before making the short trek back down the hallway.
Emilly shivered in the corner. She had yet to hear Ryan enter the room and the longer she stood in the corner the more she wanted her top to hurry up. Her solitude in the corner only compounded the guilt she was already feeling as her mind replayed the last few days.
She found herself shifting as a cool breeze blew through, causing goose-bumps to appear on her bare back and legs. The cold only made the wait worse, for she knew it was all in her head. There was no breeze, it wasn't even cold in the house. It was only her nerves and imagination that was making her feel guilty. It was worse too, for she didn't have to wonder why she had behaved like she had the last few days. She knew. She knew when she had broken their first rule and not picked up groceries. It had been her turn, and she should have done it three days ago. She had hoped Ryan would notice and say something in a passing moment, but her partner had been too distracted.
In a way, they both had been. Both women had been busy and truth be told, she simply missed Ryan. She now felt guilty and sad for the way she acted out, but sometimes her bratty side took over and acted on all the feelings she couldn't control. And she had to admit, it had worked. Ryan was soon going to be giving her all the attention she would want.
Her voice was low, dangerous even, and it made Emily wish she could hide in the corner forever. Yet, slowly, Emily gathered her courage and turned to face her partner. Ryan's face was stern, yet almost blank of emotion. Emily found herself hesitating before she was able to convince her feet to move. She managed to trudge over to stand in front of Ryan who was seated in the middle of their couch. It was the same couch where she was sleeping only hours earlier.
Hi spanky ladies and lads! I know this story is moving slow, but we are finally getting to the part you all have been waiting for! Next week some cheeks are gonna be pink ;). Thanks for sticking with me (us) while we have been writing this story slowly. As always please feel free to comment. Tell us what you think should happen to such a naughty brat!
Keep it spanky! 😉
August 29, 2019 LoganTyler3 Comments
The memories made Emily smile, just like the thought of the first time Ryan leaned down and pecked her forehead still made the insides of Emily melt. As she reached out and softly touch Ryan's cheek, she was so glad that Lady Fate had been stubborn. Emily was positive that Ryan the woman she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and made a mental note to call Nikki and thank her once again.
The thought of being with Ryan made Emily squirm, her belly growing warm with need. She was awake now and suddenly needing more from Ryan than just memories. Slowly she wiggled from Ryan's hold to further admire the toned body beside her. Even in a sloppy t-shirt and boxers, Ryan was beautiful. From her square jaw, that would tighten when she was cross, to her shapely hips and butt, Emily could no longer lay still.
Carefully, Emily ran her hand over Ryan's hip but continued up her side, eventually snaking under her shirt. She gently explored a firm breast, teasing a nipple between her fingers, and smiling as Ryan shifted with her touch. Bringing her head down she kissed Ryan's hip, again squirming as she caught Ryan's womanly scent. It was light, like the lavender soap she loved, but also mixed with a heavier, muskier hue. She could never put her finger on it, wood, or leather, it was something, but it was also uniquely Ryan.
Emily moved up a bit higher, gently placing a kiss on Ryan's right arm before pushing her shirt up a bit more and then kissing the soft flesh of her belly. Ryan let out a little groan and Emily peaked up at Ryan's face, only to smirk when she realized that Ryan was still deep in slumber. Not being able to resist, she placed firmer kiss and a small lick to her belly, nipping at the exposed skin. Ryan only mewed in her sleep and shifted onto her back.
Emily took the opportunity to once again move and carefully straddled Ryan's lap. She then leaned over, pushing Ryan's shirt up higher to expose both breasts. With a big smile, she carefully took a moment to cup both, gently massaging them, and slowing awakening each nipple.
The play was fun, but it was also a bit strange. It wasn't the first time she'd woken Ryan up this way, although Ryan usually responded much faster. She wanted more, so she bent forward and whispered into Ryan's ear, "Babbbeeee, I'm bored."
Ryan huffed and mewed louder under her. Emily responded with her tongue, trailing it from just below Ryan's ear, slowly down her neck, and finally across her collar bone. She nipped Ryan's collarbone once and waited for a reaction. Getting none she nipped a bit harder. Ryan's hand suddenly came alive and popped her on her still bare cheek. Emily could only giggle and bite again earning her another swat.
"Behave…" Ryan groggily muttered.
"Or what?" Emily challenged.
Blue eyes opened and then narrowed almost dangerously. "I'll hang you upside down by your toes."
Emily's eyes went wide and then she giggled. "You are such a brat."
Ryan rolled her eyes and then swatted Emily's thigh. "I'm going to turn your backside crimson today."
The edge on Ryan's voice made Emily shiver. If she wasn't wet before, she was practically dripping now, but she also knew that Ryan's words were gospel. "Maybe I can change your mind?" Emily asked with a smile.
"Nope, but you're welcome to try."
Emily's lip slipped into a pout, but she couldn't help being drawn into Ryan again as Ryan squeezed her naked cheek. She fell forward, meeting Ryan's lips and soon forgot all about any trouble that she might actually be in. They kissed, raw and hard as Ryan pulled her closer and Emily was helpless to resist.
Emily soon found herself being moved as Ryan rolled her over and somehow managed to divest them both of all their clothing. For once Ryan didn't seem to mind the shorts on the floor on the shirts on the edge of the bed. She was too busy groping, kissing, and trying to physically become one with Emily.
They struggled a bit for dominance, their tongues the primary weapon. Licking, biting, nipping were all fair in their game of love and war. Emily found herself giggling as Ryan nibbled on an ear and then squirming as she pinned both of Emily's hands up above her head.
"Not fair," Emily protested, wiggling and letting out small moans as Ryan attacked her neck and kissed down her collar bone.
"Very fair, my woman." Ryan's voice was deep, commanding even, and Emily felt her lower belly flutter with anticipation. Her sex was already soaked, but Ryan pressing her was making it throb and beg for release. Emily couldn't help twisting and withering under Ryan's hard look, and Ryan's crooked smile only advertised that Ryan knew exactly what she was thinking.
"Together," Ryan suddenly urged, looking into Emily's eyes as she released her hands. She pushed her body up against Emily's. Emily wrapped her arms around Ryan's back, pulling her closer as the grinded back and forth in a heated exchange. Ryan pulled her knee up between Emily's legs and Emily gladly welcomed the pressure.
July 11, 2019 August 29, 2019 LoganTyler12 Comments
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Part one can be found here.
The sun was just rising as Ryan pulled into the driveway. The rest of her night hadn't gone as well as she hoped. Her patient in 403, although had been revived, was rushed into surgery. He was still in when she handed over his case to the next shift. It was always heart wrenching when one of her patients was in danger, but at the same time, she was more than relieved to be home. Right now, crawling into bed with Emily was the only thing she had on her mind.
As Ryan entered the house, however, she frowned as she heard voices, signally the TV was on. Since she started working nights, Emily had made it a habit of falling asleep on the sofa, but they'd already had a discussion about that twice this month alone. The sofa wasn't the most comfortable to sleep on, and although Emily was more petite in stature, she never slept well there. She'd wake up tired and cranky and most likely have a sore back or neck to boot.
After hearing the TV, she wasn't surprised to find Emily exactly where she expected. Although adorable, curled up in a ball around a pillow, Ryan couldn't help but be a little annoyed. It was bad enough she never made it to the bed there was also an empty carton of ice cream on the table, and half of Emily's clothes strew about as well.
Emily was often exhausted when she got home from work, but she also knew the rules. Sleeping the night away on the lumpy sofa was just the beginning. She knew that clothes were to go in the hamper and dirty dishes had to at least make it to the sink. At least this time there wasn't a half-empty pizza box on the table, but then the lack of other dishware made Ryan wonder just what her naughty little girlfriend had eaten for dinner.
Some rules she could overlook, but skipping a meal was a big one. Emily was already to thin and had a tendency to get migraines if her blood sugar dropped too low. Her rules were there for a reason, as were the consequences they'd both agreed to when she broke them.
With that thought in mind, Ryan sat down on the edge of the sofa and patted her girlfriend's bottom to wake her. "Em? Hey, honey. I'm home," Ryan cooed.
Emily wrinkled her nose before slowly opening her eyes. She seemed disoriented a moment before her blue eyes opened in surprise. "Ryan! God, what time is it? Oh, I'm sorry I must have…"
"Fallen asleep on the sofa," Ryan finished her sentence. "I noticed. And it's morning, obviously. Come on," she said, offering a hand to her partner and pulling her up. "We can talk about this later. I want to enjoy being next to you for the hour or so before you have to get ready."
"Okay, but I'm not going in today."
"You're not? Why?"
"It's Sunday, silly."
"Oh, I forgot," Ryan smirked before swatting Emily's bottom once. "I guess that'll give us plenty of time to talk later."
Emily's lip fell into a pout. "Why?"
"I think you know why, young lady," Ryan scolded as she guided Emily into their room. "Nightshirt, no panties," she further directed before moving over to her side of the room and starting to strip off her scrubs. She carefully put them in the hamper, replacing them with a tank and a pair of boxers.
She then crawled into bed, watching Emily follow her directions. Her girlfriend was still sporting a pout, but she didn't argue. A moment later, Emily crawled in next to her and she found herself sighing in contentment.
Emily put her head on Ryan's shoulder and Ryan kissed it. "How much trouble am I really in?" Emily asked.
"Enough," Ryan answered. "Now, close your eyes and sleep."
"Yes, ma'am," Emily answered, already halfway there. They were both exhausted and Ryan knew by Emily's answer that she'd already submitted. She would sleep, they both would. Content, Ryan then let her own eyes close knowing she could enjoy Emily's touch and her scent, and every other precious moment, even in slumber.
Emilly squirmed further into Ryan's warm body, refusing to open her eyes and leave the heavenly bliss that just being with Ryan allowed. She was wrapped snugly in Ryan's arms with no need to get out of bed anytime in the near future and that was more than okay. They'd had too few mornings like this lately and if she had her way, they'd never get out of bed.
With a happy sigh, she snuggled back into the pillows and relaxed to the sound of steady breathing. She loved being with Ryan and as she thought of her partner, she couldn't help but remember the day that she first laid eyes on her. It had been a setup, but like all things destined to happen, sometimes no matter how hard one fought against it, certain things were just meant to be.
It was actually Emily's best friend, Nikki, who was responsible for it all. She'd been trying to set Emily up on a blind date for several months, but Emily didn't want any part of it. In her experience blind dates set up by her straight friends usually didn't go well, but that damn Nikki…she was too determined. Nikki hounded her and tried to conveniently get them in the same room every chance she could, but it wasn't until Nikki invited her to a Christmas party that she finally succeeded.
Emily was hesitant, but since she wasn't working, and didn't have any close family in the area, she ended up showing up. The Christmas Party turned out to be a small dinner party of only six. Nikki plopped her across the table from Ms. Ryan Thomas, and the awkwardness that followed was almost painful. The two ended up sharing awkward smiles and looks, not saying more than ten words to each other throughout the whole meal. It was uncomfortable at best and Emily couldn't get out of there fast enough as soon as dessert was over.
The problem was that Ryan's angular jawline, pale pink lips, and intense blue eyes stayed with her, and she didn't know it at the time, but Ryan was having similar thoughts. Years later, Ryan would admit that that first meeting wasn't as awkward as she thought. Ryan was tongue tied, so taken by Emily that she couldn't produce a full sentence even if she'd had wanted too.
After Christmas, Nikki probed her every chance she got to meet with Ryan again, but again Emily was hesitant. Ryan was entering her idle thoughts and dreams, making it difficult to do almost anything else, and that scared Emily. She knew nothing about Ryan and didn't want her fantasies to be ruined with reality. After all, Ryan barely even met her eyes that night at Christmas, why would she want to meet her again?
Days turned into weeks and Nikki finally laid off. Emily had moved on, not knowing that Lady Fate hadn't given up on her and Ryan. The choice of meeting again was taken out of her hands the week before Valentine's Day when an exhausted Emily passed out at work from dehydration and ended up in the local ER.
Emily had been working far too many hours. She's been burning the candle at both ends as they'd been in the middle of a multi-million dollar lawsuit and she couldn't remember the last time she had eight hours sleep, much less a day off. Sleep wasn't the only thing she'd been neglecting, her health had also declined as she hadn't been eating or apparently drinking enough.
Ryan hadn't been her nurse, but as Emily was laid out in the emergency room bed getting IV fluids, Ryan had passed by. Ryan noticed Emily, and well, long story short, that was the first Valentine's they spent together. Ryan somehow became her personal nurse making sure Emily had three meals a day, with more juice and water than she cared to think about being practically forced down her throat. That's when Ryan had begun to introduce her to her rules, and that is when Emily's fantasies had started to become a reality.
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As usual, the house was quiet and dark when Emily returned from work. She was tired, she was beyond tired even and barely did more than flip on a light before collapsing onto the sofa. With a groan, she slipped off one heeled pump and then the other, her aching feet complaining about each movement. She tilted her head back, rotating her neck and listening to it pop before pulling her long brown hair out of her bun. What a day.
Emily's stomach rumbled and her head was throbbing. She hadn't eaten anything since the protein bar she'd inhaled at lunch, and she'd only had that because her assistant, Melinda, had opened it and practically forced it on her. Melinda was always doing that, and although a bit annoying in her mothering tendencies, she always meant well.
Emily was tempted to turn on the TV or perhaps even just lay down and sleep, but she'd made a promise and she knew that if she didn't follow through her girlfriend would be cross with her. Ryan, her girlfriend of almost three years now had a handful of rules, and one of those was that Emily wasn't allowed to skip dinner, even if Ryan wasn't home to oversee it.
With another groan, Emily forced herself up off the sofa. She took off her overshirt, feeling much cooler in the cream-colored camisole and then wiggled out of the pantyhose. She left both sitting on the sofa, making a mental note to pick them up later. That was another of Ryan's Rules: discarded clothing belonged on the hamper, not on the bed, floor, kitchen table, or anywhere else that was deemed to be untidy.
Emily managed to force herself into the kitchen before opening both the fridge and freezer at once. She took a moment to enjoy the cool air that exited, but the contents themselves were disappointing. She was hoping to find something easy, but the almost bare offerings only reminded her that she had once again forgotten to place an order for groceries. Turning her attention from the fridge to the freezer, her eyes landed on half a pint of banana split ice cream. Her mouth watered as she grabbed it and sat it out on the counter.
"This so counts as dinner," she rationalized to the empty kitchen. "Protein in the milk and nuts and even fruit in the cherries and bananas." She flicked off the lid and grabbed an oversized spoon from the utensil drawer before she scooped up a big bite and shoved it into her mouth. It was both savory and sweet and exactly what she needed after such a long and tiring day.
With her prize in hand, she went back into the living room and plopped back down onto the sofa. She took another spoonful and then gave in and turned on the TV, surfing until she found a rerun of Murder Mystery. Settling in among the pillows, she enjoyed the mindless plot as she shoved spoonful after spoonful of creamy ice cream into her mouth.
The minutes clicked by, and before she knew it she'd hit the cardboard bottom of the box. "I'll have to remember to order another pint before Ryan realizes it's gone," she muttered to herself before putting the now empty carton on the coffee table in front of her. Settling back into the pillows she returned her attention to show, but before long she found her eyelids become heavy.
A quick check of the time told her she still had hours before Ryan would even be off work. That gave her plenty of cushion to be a vegetable and still clean up before her girlfriend got home. She closed her eyes again, only meaning to rest them, but it also felt so good once they were closed.
Ryan Thomas ran her fingers through her short blonde locks as she scanned the mostly quiet ICU bay in front of her. The sound of steady beeping and whooshing of machines helping keep her four assigned patients alive was soothing. Alarms meant trouble and for once she happy to be almost bored. Her eyes traced over the large monitors over each bay door, which tracked heart rate, oxygen, and blood pressure. All looked normal and gave her hope that the rest of her 12-hour shift would continue to be as quiet.
She knew she should return to dictating her notes, but the moment of peace allowed her mind to flow to her girlfriend. Emily should be home and in bed by now. The thought made her smile. Ryan had been working 12-hour nights for weeks now and with Emily working almost as many hours as a paralegal during the day they'd barely seen each other much less had any real quality time together. She missed her little brunette beauty something fierce and couldn't wait to crawl into bed next to her.
It was hard to be away from Emily. She missed the mundane things like the way she smelled or just the feeling of warmth in the middle of the night. Thankfully, however, this would be the last shift they would be apart for a while as Ryan finally got a supervisory promotion and she would be working much more sensible hours from here on out.
Ryan finished the sentence she was writing in a patient's chart before scanning the four monitors in front of her again. Although peaceful, it was also almost too quiet. At this rate the night would drag on, only making her miss Emily more. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately for her patient in room 403, the sudden beeping of an oxygen alarm broke through her thoughts as she rushed to check on him. So much for a quiet last night-shift, she thought to herself before hitting the code button.


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Education | December 1972
The Effects of Morphine and N-Allylnormorphine on Canine Cerebral Metabolism and Circulation
Hiroshi Takeshita, M.D.; John D. Michenfelder, M.D.; Richard A. Theye, M.D.
Hiroshi Takeshita, M.D.
John D. Michenfelder, M.D.
Richard A. Theye, M.D.
* Visiting Scientist
† Associate Professor of Anesthesiology, Mayo Graduate School of Medicine (University of Minnesota)
‡ Professor of Anesthesiology, Mayo Graduate School of Medicine (University of Minnesota)
Received from the Department of Anesthesiology, Mayo Clinic and Mayo Foundation, Rochester. Minnesota. Accepted for publication June 14, 1972. Supported in part by Research Grants NS-7507 and HL-4881 from the National Institutes of Health, Public Health Service
Anesthesiology 12 1972, Vol.37, 605-612. doi:
Hiroshi Takeshita, John D. Michenfelder, Richard A. Theye; The Effects of Morphine and N-Allylnormorphine on Canine Cerebral Metabolism and Circulation. Anesthesiology 1972;37(6):605-612.
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There's a Problem With Your Mother – My latest psychic experience
Posted on October 13, 2018 by Cauldrons and Cupcakes
"The phrase 'Love one another' is so wise. By loving one another, we invest in each other and in ourselves. Perhaps someday, when we need someone to care for us, it may not come from the person we expect, but from the person we least expect. It may be our sons or daughter-in-laws, our neighbors, friends, cousins, stepchildren, or stepparents whose love for us has assigned them to the honorable, yet dangerous position of caregiver."
~ Peggi Speers
I woke up this morning at 2.10am. I know it was 2.10am because I looked at my watch, bleary-eyed and thinking it was way too early to be waking up yet.
As I rolled over in the dark, ready to go back to sleep, I thought of Steve. Steve's a client of mine. I haven't seen him for maybe five years. I saw his wife maybe two years before that. Why was I suddenly thinking of Steve?
In my mind's eye I saw an elderly woman lying on a bathroom floor, frightened and frail and unable to stand. She must be Steve's mum, I decided. Now what would I do?
I hauled myself out of bed and came into my office, where a staff member has recently returned a large box of my paperwork. There were two huge manilla folders filled with client profile sheets, none of them in order, and I knew Steve's details would be in there somewhere. I flicked on a light and sat down to go through the hundreds of pages. It took me ten minutes but eventually I had his number. I called it, and it rang and rang before finally going to message bank. I left a message to call me back immediately.
But as soon as I put the phone down I knew I'd need to try again. So I called back. Me calling a man I've met twice, at 2.30am on a Saturday morning. Steve picked up on the second ring.
'Oh, you're that Nicole,' he grunted. And then he swore at me.
I get it. It was the middle of the night, and I'd just woken him from a deep sleep.
'Steve, I'm sorry, but this is an emergency. Your mum has had a fall, and she needs help. Can you go check on her?'
'Mum's dead,' Steve said. And then he swore at me again and hung up.
For a moment I didn't know what to do. The image of the old lady came to me again. She was crying and distressed. I rang Steve back.
As he swore at me I kept talking, describing the tiles on the bathroom floor, and the layout of the room.
He stopped swearing. 'That's Karen's mum', he said. 'Sh*t! Why didn't you say so?'
'What do you call your mother-in-law?' I asked.
'Mum,' he said, and then he went quiet for a moment. 'Sorry, Nicole. Look, she lives the next suburb over. I'd better get round there. I'll call you back, okay?' And then he hung up.
I couldn't go back to sleep. I got up and meditated, put a load of washing on, and waited.
At 5.30am Steve called back from the hospital. His elderly mother-in-law, Beverly, had slipped in her bathroom and fallen over, breaking her hip and her wrist. She'd been on the floor for almost two days. She was in surgery now and Steve was waiting to see her when she came out and was allocated a room.
Then Steve told me that he and Karen were undergoing a trial separation. Karen's overseas on a holiday so no-one's been checking on Bev. Steve hadn't seen Bev since he and his wife split up late last year. And he's only been talking to Karen and his adult kids via text message.
While he'd sat on the bathroom floor beside Bev, waiting for the ambulance, he'd promised her that he would talk to his wife. Karen still loved him, Bev had said. They all still loved him. So Steve rang Karen and they talked for an hour. He still loves her too. They want to find a way to work things out.
Steve rang off, promising to update me on Bev's progress and wanting to book a session for himself and his wife, who is going to catch the first available flight home today.
I made myself a pot of tea. It's going to be a long day and I haven't had much sleep. But Bev is taken care of and Steve and Karen are talking again and there is hope where there was none. So, all in all, it's been a good start to my weekend!
Look after each other, and yourself. Much love, Nicole ❤ xx
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26 thoughts on "There's a Problem With Your Mother – My latest psychic experience"
Jan on October 13, 2018 at 6:37 am said:
On October 13 (tomorrow in my time zone), Tom and I will celebrate 45 years of marriage. A very timely message to keep "checking in" with each other, whether it is for something physical or emotional.
Cauldrons and Cupcakes on October 13, 2018 at 6:50 am said:
Congratulations, Jan. I'm sending you and Tom the biggest hugs. Hope you have a beautiful anniversary xx
Peta on October 13, 2018 at 6:45 am said:
I just got all sorts of goosebumps reading this. Eyes are filling up with tears. You are truly wonderful. Px
Thanks, Peta. This morning I just feel truly tired. But grateful too. Lots of love xx
Kat on October 13, 2018 at 6:59 am said:
💖💖💖💖💖
Eileen on October 13, 2018 at 7:24 am said:
You are amazing. I'm typing this with a broken tooth and can't afford a dentist till next week. I'd just be happy with pain relief at the moment. My life is on such a disastrous roller coaster at the moment. Lift me up when you meditate.
Cauldrons and Cupcakes on October 13, 2018 at 7:42 pm said:
Keeping you in my prayers and meditations, Eileen xx
Satisha on October 13, 2018 at 7:26 am said:
This made me cry….happy tears, tears for Bev, tears for this couple being able to work through their problems…I LOVE YOU Nicole…XXX
Lauren on October 13, 2018 at 7:34 am said:
Amazing! You restore my faith Nic xx
Richard on October 13, 2018 at 7:41 am said:
Thank heavens you persevered. Poor Bev, at least she is in good hands now.
❤💖🐓
brookestar555 on October 13, 2018 at 7:48 am said:
Aw Nicole 💖 made me cry reading that miraculous event.. you are just awesome.. 💕✨ have a beautiful day.. ☺
Emma on October 13, 2018 at 8:19 am said:
Gosh, tears from me. Talk about divine intervention! So very special the work you do. Thank you 💖
Anne M McMahon on October 13, 2018 at 9:35 am said:
Thank God there are people like you in the world Nicole. What a blessing you are. <3
joyfulpaula on October 13, 2018 at 9:56 am said:
Tingles and Tears reading this Nicole, such a blessing that you do this work and arent afriad to persist when you know someone is in trouble. Much love xx
joannerambling on October 13, 2018 at 10:12 am said:
You are amazing, I wish I had a psychic like you I could visit but then Tim would complain about wasting money
Mitchy on October 13, 2018 at 10:38 am said:
In awe of the lengths you traverse to deliver Spirit's message. Take it easy today dear lady. Will keep you in my prayers 🙏❤💫
Blessings to Steve and his family, especially his mother-in-law. Bev must have been praying for a miracle as she lay there in her painful blur.
Jan Norman on October 13, 2018 at 11:04 am said:
Beautiful story!
Kalpa on October 13, 2018 at 11:25 am said:
This is incredibly beautiful…gonna have faith in happiness & goodness in life ❤
Karen USA on October 13, 2018 at 12:19 pm said:
Awesome Nicole – in the truest sense of the word.
That is what you are and what has come about.
Janie on October 13, 2018 at 1:49 pm said:
I think there's something in my eye….
Lovely to hear of a positive outcome for Bev from what could have been a tragic outcome. I'm pleased her angels were watching over her and hope she has a full and speedy recovery.
What a shame it takes a wake-up call from a near stranger bringing a message from the other side for us to take the time to check in with those we profess to care about. Sobering reminder.
Grateful your gifts continue to touch and change lives Nik x
Jo-Anne Duncan on October 13, 2018 at 4:17 pm said:
Only you! You are wonderful. Saving people on so many levels. Love your work! xoxoxox
Sally on October 13, 2018 at 7:20 pm said:
Now that's what I call service after sale!!!
Spirit Mind on October 14, 2018 at 12:30 am said:
Wow really loved this Article/Story thank you for sharing this 🙂
Tarotmum13 on October 14, 2018 at 5:23 pm said:
Making the world a better place one message at a time. Blessings Xx
Pamela Pollock on October 15, 2018 at 2:44 am said:
That's a beautiful and hopeful tale that brought tears to my eyes! Bless you and Steve and his family too! 💛💛💛
jesse mclean on December 13, 2018 at 2:05 pm said:


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Jeff Sessions to Announce Run for His Old Senate Seat. But Can He Beat Trump?
By Elliot Hannon
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Former Attorney General Jeff Sessions is expected to announce Thursday he will run for his old Senate seat in Alabama, potentially setting up a high-profile standoff over his candidacy with his old boss—President Donald Trump. Sessions enters the race a day before the filing deadline in what will likely be a bruising nomination fight in a crowded GOP field. The party sees itself as the rightful owner of Sessions' old seat that was swiped by Democratic Sen. Doug Jones in a 2017 special election against a deeply divisive Republican nominee in former Judge Roy Moore.
Sessions has plenty going for him in the race and will rely on his name recognition and conservative bona fides during a two-decade history representing the state in the Senate. But this is 2020, the era of Trump, and that might not be enough given that Trump has signaled his intention to publicly attack his former attorney general if he runs. Despite Sessions being an early supporter of Trump's candidacy, one of the few that existed within the Washington political establishment, Trump turned on Sessions when he recused himself from the Russia investigation. Trump saw the recusal as a sign of weakness and because responsibility for the investigation then fell to Sessions' deputy Rod Rosenstein, who went on to appoint Robert Mueller as special counsel, Trump basically blames the entirety of the Mueller investigation on Sessions.
Trump has indicated privately to aides that not only does he not support Sessions run but that he will actively oppose him. The Washington Post reports that Trump has joked to senators and White House staff that he would move to Alabama himself to run against Sessions, if the former senator were to get into the race. The New York Times reports that Trump has made it clear that he would not support Sessions, who reportedly made his decision to run without speaking to Trump or Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell. "Mr. Trump sent word to Mr. Sessions through allies that he would publicly attack him if he ran," according to the Times. "And Mr. McConnell recently approached Mr. Trump, asking him whether his feelings about Mr. Sessions might have improved. The president said he was very much still opposed to Mr. Sessions and would make that clear if he had to, according to a person briefed on the discussions."
The national Republican establishment also has indicated it is wary of a Sessions return that could, once again, pave the way for Roy Moore to win the March 3 nomination in a crowded field. Already in the race are: Rep. Bradley Byrne and former Auburn University football coach Tommy Tuberville, who are the early leaders in the polls, along with Alabama Secretary of State John Merrill, state Rep. Arnold Mooney, and Roy Moore.
Given Trump's extreme popularity in the state, Sessions' soured relationship with the president is going to be a clear line of attack despite his history. Byrne, an early front-runner, previewed the way Sessions will likely be hit—as not sufficiently sticking up for Trump—during the campaign in a statement about his prospective entrance into the race. "From the Mueller investigation to this impeachment sham, President Trump has been under constant attack," Byrne said. "I won't sit back and watch them destroy our country. Alabama deserves a Senator who will stand with the president and won't run away and hide from the fight."
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Sask Parks and Rec Blog August 2015
Samantha Illerbrun – Wed, 19 Aug 2015 22:12:00 GMT – 0
As a kinesiology student, I am often surrounded by research and courses focused on physiology, biomechanics, sport psychology, and other related topics. This bubble of information that I am confined to while finishing my degree can make it easy to sometimes forget all of the vast and dynamic components that make up the Recreation Sector and its connection to the health field. My time here at SPRA has allowed me to develop my perspective on Recreation and to gain some insight into the important role that each sector plays in the overall vitality of the health field.
I have been given the opportunity to learn about the variety of programs and initiatives set out by the Recreation Sector in order to support and create healthy communities and individuals. More importantly, I've been able to take what I know about the clinical component of the health spectrum and combine that with what I've learned during my time at SPRA. This has allowed me to clearly see the relationship that exists between these two sub-fields and the importance that this relationship has in supporting the health of individuals on a more holistic level. I think the implications that the recreation sector has for clinical health is an important connection to make in order to understand how this wide-spread field functions and how each area can be utilized to make the field more effective.
One of the things I have taken away from my post-secondary education is that prevention can be one of the most valuable tools when it comes to supporting individuals and reducing the demands of treatment and health costs. I think that the recreation sector is and should continue to be an integral component in allowing and promoting preventative measures for health. The idea of a healthy and active lifestyle goes beyond things like personal training and medicinal remedies and the recreation sector plays a leading role in offering opportunities for health and vitality in our communities.
By offering access to opportunities for lifelong recreation, physical activity, leisure, and social inclusion through the various programs and health promotion set out, the recreation sector can provide all of the tools necessary to enhancing and maintaining the overall health and quality of life of individuals. Thus, this sector can and should be utilized as a valued prevention tool in the health field.
I think that as any professional in a health related field, it is important to recognize and utilize the connections and relationships that exist between different areas in order to work cohesively and optimize the benefits that each can offer.
Member Spotlight: The Duke of Edinburgh's International Awards - Saskatchewan Division
Christian Bates-Hardy – Fri, 14 Aug 2015 15:12:00 GMT – 0
The Duke of Edinburgh's International Awards programme was first introduced in the United Kingdom in 1956 under the patronage of His Royal Highness Prince Philip, the Duke of Edinburgh.
Since its creation, the programme has undergone several reforms before attaining its current structure. It was initially designed for boys between the ages of 15 and 18 years old. In 1958, a similar scheme was introduced specifically for girls. In 1969, the girls and boys programmes were unified.
Canada adopted the programme in 1963, but the year the programme started in the various provinces differ. The programme was established in Saskatchewan in 1983.
Currently, more than 1330 young people in Saskatchewan are engaged in the Award programme. In 2012, 2013, and 2014, a total of 216, 199, and 119 young people were first introduced to it respectively.
Breaking Barriers with Adaptive Sports
Samantha Illerbrun – Thu, 13 Aug 2015 21:45:00 GMT – 0
Access to adaptive sport opportunities is an exciting and necessary component of the recreation sector. There is a need to offer opportunities to play adaptive sports in order to allow everyone the chance to enjoy physical activity for life.
The role that adaptive sports play in the lives of those with disabilities is no secret to Saskatchewan. There are numerous associations and clubs that advocate and offer access to adaptive sport opportunities for athletes with varying types of abilities. For example, the Saskatchewan Wheelchair Association offers over 10 different kinds of adaptive sports programs for individuals to participate in. From sledge hockey, to sailing, to water skiing, the Association is committed to ensuring inclusive and interactive sports programs for people with varying levels of mobility. In addition, the Saskatchewan Blind Sports Association offers similar opportunities for individuals with visual impairments.
What's really impressive about these athletes is that in addition to living an active lifestyle, many athletes have taken advantage of these opportunities in order to strive for excellence and have been able to represent our province at provincial, national, and international levels of sport. Check out this profile on Saskatchewan's own Becky Richter and her successes, including her recent gold medal at the 2015 Toronto Parapan Am Games.
Interestingly, and unlike non-adapted sports, adaptive sports are often made accessible to those with and without disabilities to participate, further encouraging the combined interactions and participation of these groups. Opportunities such as these not only break the barriers and stereotypes associated with physical disabilities but they also help the recreation sector fill the gap of providing lifelong recreational opportunities for everyone, no matter what their capabilities may be.
Check it out!- Canada's Wheelchair rugby team is currently on a 4-0 streak at the Toronto 2015 Parapan Am Games
Learn more about these awesome opportunities at:
Saskatchewan Wheelchair Association http://swsa.ca/
Saskatchewan Blind Sports Association http://www.saskblindsports.ca/
Canadian Paralympic Committee http://paralympic.ca/


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Stop and Smell the Flowers
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"But I must gather knots of flowers and buds, and garlands gay;
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May."
– Alfred Lord Tennyson, "The May Queen"
When was the last time you stopped to smell the flowers? I did it just two days ago, when the purple and white lilac bushes in front of my house produced such an aroma after the rain that I had to stop in my tracks to take it in. Some days I'll pick the poppies and sunflowers that grow wild in the backyard and set them in a vase on the kitchen table, and if I'm feeling particularly extra, I will even go out and buy an arrangement to add some oomph to the room.
Although my allergies have been getting worse and worse every year, my enthusiasm for flora has yet to subside. I've been enjoying the slower campus days at The University of Utah, when I can wander around outside the library and take in all of the new blooms. I am always impressed with the assortment of flowers lining the pathways, some of which I recognize as native to the state, while others look unfamiliar, yet still alluring.
Natural Flowers of the Holy Land
Jerusalem, 1900s
QK 378 N37 1900z
We might find flowers attractive for a number of reasons ranging from color, shape, texture or smell, but did you know the craft of pressing flowers is actually an ancient art that dates back to 16thcentury? It is said that Samurai warriors in Japan once practiced this art, called Oshibana, as part of their discipline to promote patience and harmony with nature, as well as to enhance their powers of concentration.
The art of drawing with petals gradually spread from Asia to the Middle East along growing trade networks of the Silk Road. One outcome of this global commerce and tourism were elaborate souvenir books, popular in the late 19th century, Jerusalem. Different renditions of Flowers of the Holy Land combined photographs of holy sites in and around Jerusalem with pressed flowers gathered from those sites. These flowers were artistically formatted, bound between olive wood covers, and included translations from Hebrew into French, German, English and Russian, as they were sold to visitors coming from different parts of the world.
Flowers of the Holy Land
QK89 F56
Around the same time, botanists in Europe began systematically collecting and preserving flower specimens from all over the world. No longer a simple art form, the pressed plant books allowed scientists to study the flora of other countries and understand the variety of plant taxonomies, geographic distributions, and to develop an efficient and stable nomenclature. Furthermore, the books are able to preserve a record of change in vegetation over time for future scientists who are tracking changes in climate and human impact. Some books can even be viable repositories, holding seeds of extinct or endangered plant species. These specimen books, or herbaria, are not just pretty to look at for they contain crucial knowledge on every page.
A Collection of Wild Flower of California
E.C. Alexander
San Francisco: The Popular Bookstore, 1895
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Anyone can gather flowers and create their own pressed flower book. Like Ruth Miller Staats, a resident of Valdez, Alaska who sold cards, artwork and booklets of pressed flowers to tourists during the 1930s and 1940s. Although Ruth had been paralyzed from the waist down following an airplane crash (she had sustained a double compound fracture of both legs, fracture of the pelvis, and a fractured lumbar vertebrae), her friends and neighbors gathered flowers for her to compile the pieces. Many of her items can now be found in the Valdez Museum Historical Archive.
Wild Flowers of Alaska
Ruth M. Staats
Valdez, Alaska, 1930s
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The craft of pressing flowers can also extend beyond books. Petals and leaves can be applied to trays and other wood furnishings using the technique of découpage. Those who have a deep interest in the art can join the Pressed Flower Craft Guild, founded by Joyce Fenton and Bill Edwardes in 1983. Other organizations include the International Pressed Flower Art Society and the Worldwide Pressed Flower Guild, with members coming from countries such as Japan, Mexico, France, Germany, Australia, the United Kingdom and United States.
So come by and smell the flowers and allow yourself to appreciate the little things in life. Reflect on what is beautiful, fragile and simple, such as this small collection of books.
Book of the Week — Anatomy of Plants with an Idea of a Philosophical History of Plants and Several Other Lectures…
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"At a Meeting of the Council of the Royal Society, Fe. 22. 1681/2 Dr. Grew having read several Lectures of the Anatomy of Plants, some whereof have been already printed at divers times, and some are not printed; with several other Lectures of their Colours, Odours Tasts, and Salts, as also of the Solution of Salts in Water; and of Mixture; all of them to the satisfaction of the said Society; It is therefore Ordered, that He be desired, to casue the to printed [sic] together in one Volume." — Chr. Wren P.R.S.
Anatomy of Plants: With an Idea of a Philosophical History of Plants and Several Other…
Nehemiah Grew (1641-1712)
London: Printed by W. Rawlins, for the author, 1682
QK41 G82
Rare Books was recently graced with a visit from a member of the Royal Society and two other guests, all three royalty in the world of science. This visit and the accompanying bright blue spring skies brought to mind flowers, vegetable gardens, herb gardens and this book. The great Sir Christopher Wren, founder and then-president of the Royal Society, "Ordered" Nehemiah Grew to publish the work presented here.
Nehemiah Grew was a physician, but made his reputation in the fields of plant morphology and anatomy. At the Royal Society, he met Robert Hooke, who was progressing in his studies in the field of microscopy. At the same time that Marcello Malpighi presented papers to the Society, Grew presented his The Anatomy of Vegetables Begun (1672). Both men reported on the cellular construction of the woody parts of plants, the beginning of a hypothesis of a cellular theory of plant life. Grew's work led him to the announcement that there were two sexes in plants.
This book is based on three earlier publications, "The Anatomy of Vegetables Begun (1672)," "An Idea of Phytological History Propounded (1673)," and "The Comparative Anatomy of Trunks (1675)", together with a fourth unpublished book, "The Anatomy of Leaves, Flowers, Fruits, and Seeds," dedicated to Robert Boyle, and six discourses that had been delivered before the Royal Society.
In Grew's dedicatory epistle to King Charles II, he wrote, "Your Majesty will here see, That there are those things within a Plant, little less admirable, than within an Animal. That a Plant, as well as an Animal, is composed of several Organical Parts; some whereof may be called its Bowels. That every Plant hath Bowels of divers kinds, conteining divers kinds of Liguors. That even a Plant lives partly upon Aer; for the reception whereof, it hath those Parts which are answerable to Lungs. So that A Plant is, as it were, an Animal in Quires; as an Animal is a Plant, or rather several Plants bound up into Volume."
Nehemiah Grew's work turned the anatomy and physiology of plants into a new science. This is the first book in which Robert Hooke's newly invented microscope is demonstrated for the examination plants.
Grew began his studies with naked-eye observations and then continued with observations seen at the higher magnifications made possible with Hooke's microscope.
"…all the Observations conteined in the First Book, except one or two, were made with the Naked Eye. The the end, I might first give a proof, How far it was possible for us to go, without the help of Glasses: which many Ingenious Men want; and more, the patience to manage them. For the Truth of these Observations, Seignior Malpighi, having procured my Book to be translated into Latin for his private us, speaks his own sense, in some of his Letters to Mr. Oldenburge, printed at the end of his Anatomy of Plants…Having thus begun with the bare Eye; I next proceeded to the use of the Microscope. And the Observations thereby made, first on Roots, and afterwards on Trunks and Branches, together with the figures…"
Through these observations he was able to describe the structure of stems and roots by the combined use of transverse, radial, and tangential longitudinal sections.
"In the Plates, for the clearer conception of the Part described, I have represented it, generally, as entire, as its being magnified to some good degree, would bear…Yet have I not every where magnify'd the Part to the same degree; but more or less, as was necessary to represent what is spoken of it. And very highly, only in some few Examples, as in Tab. 40. which may suffice to illustrate the rest. Some of the Plates, especially those which I did not draw to the Engravers hand, are a little hard and stiff: but they are all well enough done, to represent what they intend."
Swedish botanist Carl Linnaeus dedicated a genus of trees to Grew in appreciation of his work. Few important advances on the ideas of Grew would be made for nearly another one hundred years.
Illustrated with eighty-three engraved plates, some double-page, showing microscopic sections of plant structures.
An Impression of Spring
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"Now sprigs are pricked by bursting buds,
and threading the trees the wind's weft
skittles, drops and spurts again,
rubbing along the ground to tease old leafings
of skittering litter, scratching swirl…
Between bettling sky and buxom earth —
a mazed and frilling lightning flash!
The eye bleaches and goes black.
A far-off tracking thunder rolls
and tight, hard raindrops teem and patter,
hiss an sheen in rimplin rods…
till overhead the ragging cloud thins off
in clean-washed grin, and sun-bowl tips
over the giggling earth its molten gold."
An Impression of Spring: A Landscape Panorama
Morris Cox (1903-1998)
London: Gogmagog Press: Dist. by Bertram Rota, 1966
ND497 C748 A43 1966
Gogmagog Press was a one man operation: for more than forty years Morris Cox — artist, writer, and printer — worked alone, using simple tools and creating one of the most important of British post-war private presses. Cox experimented with various aspects of his craft, always paying meticulous attention to detail.
Morris Cox's poetry and prose rarely found commercial publication. For this reason, in middle-age, Cox began Gogmagog Press, in order to distribute his work. It was only then that his poetry began to be championed, for the poetry was as good as the press production. Word and image are so intertwined that one divorced from the other leaves only half an experience.
The texture of the prints derives from the unusual printing blocks used to create them. Cox mounted sheets of cardboard onto plywood and layered them with gesso, next adding materials from nature like seeds, leaves, and twigs. These elements were varnished to strengthen them.
Impressions is one of four works on the seasons, all considered to be the peak of Cox's achievement as a printer. Printed on Japanese 'Hosho' paper. Edition of one hundred numbered and signed copies. Rare Books copy is no. 23.


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"Armenia Fund Is Bringing Color To Our Black-and-white Lives"
by Sevak Hakobyan
For a whole year, Gayane Mkhitaryan has wondered how she could express her gratitude to her doctors from Adventist Health Glendale. "Had I written them a note in Armenian, they might've not been able to read it; and my English is not strong enough to communicate my thoughts fully," she recalls. So Gayane, who is a resident of Koghb, a village in the Tavush Region, eventually decided to convey her thanks in person, when the doctors returned to Noyemberyan in 2017.
Gayane, 59, has been suffering from severe joint pain for the past ten years. She has been treated in Yerevan a few times, but it's very hard for her to make regular trips to the capital. She lives with her husband. As for her two daughters, they have moved to Yerevan. An economist by training, Gayane used to work in sales. However, as she was unable to get a job following Armenia's independence, she went into farming. She confesses that economics wasn't quite her thing.
"I love cultivating the orchard," she says. "I've also received farm-management training from the Fruitful Armenia Fund, but the pain in my legs makes it difficult for me to work." Everyone benefits from the bounty of her orchard. She rarely sells its harvest, instead distributing it among neighbors and friends.
Gayane also loves physical exercise. She takes long walks, up to 4.5 miles a day, keeping track of her progress with the help of an app on her smartphone. But recently she has been in too much pain to maintain an active lifestyle or tend her orchard. Still, she doesn't like to complain, and does her utmost to hide her health complaints from her children, so as to spare them the anguish.
"My daughters are always there for me," she says. "Although they have their own worries and problems to deal with, they put everything aside when it comes to me. Still, psychologically speaking, it's hard for a parent to be depending on her children."
Gayane is delighted that doctors from Adventist Health Glendale (AHG) are providing free healthcare to Tavush residents, as part of the third medical mission to the Noyemberyan Hospital, organized jointly by Armenia Fund and AHG. During the 2016 mission, doctors had given Gayane a shot, which had almost completely relieved her arthritis pain. She's hopeful that this year, too, she will feel much better after her treatment, and be able to look after her fruit trees.
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Medford, NJ (08055)
Partly cloudy skies. Hot and humid. High 96F. Winds SW at 5 to 10 mph..
Thunderstorms likely in the evening. Then the chance of scattered thunderstorms later on. Low near 75F. Winds SSW at 5 to 10 mph. Chance of rain 80%. Locally heavy rainfall possible.
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The Broadway Bound Players take over Main Street in Medford and perform a scene for their upcoming play Chicago. Performances will be at Lenape High School on August 1st and 2nd at 7pm. There will also be shows on August 3rd at 2 pm and 7 pm. The young actors made their performance as part o…
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Men's Basketball: Rowan falls to Nichols, 87-76, in NCAA Division III semifinals
Rowan Athletic Communications
GLASSBORO – The Nichols College men's basketball team advanced in the NCAA Division III Championship Tournament with an 87-76 win at Rowan University in the second round on Saturday night.
Nichols (27-2) plays Amherst College (25-4) in the sectional and Swarthmore College (27-3) meets Randolph-Macon College (27-3). The host for the sectional on Friday and Saturday, March 8 and 9 will be determined by the NCAA. The sectional winner moves on to the semifinals and championship on Friday and Saturday, March 15 and 16 at the Allen County War Memorial Coliseum in Fort Wayne, IN.
In the first round on Friday, Nichols defeated Middlebury College, 74-71 and Rowan had a 96-79 win over Emerson College. The Profs end the season with a 22-7 record. They received an at-large bid to the national tournament as the New Jersey Athletic Conference Champion. It was Rowan's 13thappearance in the NCAA tournament and the first since 2000.
All of the Bison's five starters scored in double figures. Guard Marcos Echevarria (sr. Lynn, MA/St. Mary's School) scored 21 points. Guard Nate Tenaglia (so. Tewksbury, MA/Bradford Christian) contributed with 19 points. Forward Matt Marrow (so. Leicester, MA/Leicester) recorded a double-double with 18 points and 17 rebounds. Guard DeAnte Bruton (jr. New London CT/Canterbury Prep) chipped in with 15 points and six boards. Forward Jerome Cunningham (jr. Westbury, NY/Westbury) had 11 points and eight rebounds.
For Rowan, guard/forward Ramon Wright (sr. Newark, NJ/Irvington) totaled 15 points while guard DaRon Curry (sr. Deptford, NJ/Phelps School (PA)) followed with 14. Forward Austin Kearney (jr. Monroeville, NJ/Gloucester County Christian) grabbed 10 rebounds.
Guards Rob DePersia (sr. Cherry Hill, NJ/Haddonfield Mem.) and Nick DePersia (sr. Cherry Hill, NJ/Haddonfield Mem.) NJ/Haddonfield Mem.) each registered 12 points. Rob DePersia recorded his 1,000thcareer point and is the 28thplayer at the University to reach the milestone. He finished his four years with 1,004 points. Nick DePersia compiled 1,439 points for his career and is fifth on the all-time scorers list.
The Bison started the second stanza with a 13-4 run to lead by 11 points (53-42) at 16:50. Four players contributed in the scoring. Morrow scored with a layup and Nichols was ahead 60-53 at 12:42. Nick DePersia, Wright and Kearney each followed with a basket to pull within one point (60-59) at 10:16. Rob DePersia drilled a three and tied the score at 62 (9:07).
Tenaglia had a three-pointer, which made the score 68-64 at 6:46. Guard Matt Green (so. Haddon Heights, NJ/Gloucester Catholic) answered with a basket and Curry took the lead 69-68 (5:30). It was the last one for the remainder of the game. Nichols was up 72-71 with 3:12 on the clock. The Bison built a 10 point advantage (83-73) with an 11-2 surge that ended at the one minute mark. Echevarria (0:36) and Tenaglia (0:36) each had two foul shots to seal the win.
In the first half, Nichols led by 13 points twice with the last time (21-8) at 12:09. Green hit a jumper and a three-pointer to cut the deficit to four (22-26) with 8:48 left. Wright sank two foul shots (3:19) and the Profs were down by one (33-32). Echevarria's layup put the lead back up to five (37-32) with 2:48 left. Nick DePersia tied the score at 37 (1:13) with two free throws. Bruton made two foul shots (0:32) and Rob DePersia had one (0:07). Nichols was ahead 40-38 at the intermission.
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Queensland Premier promises Bailey email probe
By Sonia Kohlbacher
March 7, 2018 — 4.52pm
Queensland Premier Annastacia Palaszczuk has promised to find out if a person received a government job after their resume was sent to Labor front-bencher Mark Bailey's private email account.
Mr Bailey, the then energy minister, received and then forwarded an email from former Electrical Trades Union state secretary Peter Simpson containing the resume to his chief-of-staff in their first term in power.
Queensland minister Mark Bailey's private email was first investigated in 2017.
Ms Palaszczuk on Wednesday said she did not know who the resume belonged to or if that person was then given a government job, but committed to looking into it.
"I don't know, I know all those issues about the emails were canvassed at length by the Crime and Corruption Commission," she said.
"If there is any particular details that people want investigated further we can have a look at those particular matters."
The name of the person who sent the resume to Mr Bailey has been redacted in the released emails.
Mr Bailey was investigated by the Crime and Corruption Commission in 2017 for using the Yahoo account to contact Mr Simpson.
He deleted it days after News Corp filed a Right to Information request for emails from Mr Simpson regarding a merger of union superannuation funds.
It forced Mr Bailey to reopen the account and the state archivist later found he would have required legal permission to delete 660 of the emails.
However, because the account had been recovered, it was found Mr Bailey did not breach the public records act.
Liberal National Party leader Deb Frecklington has asked speaker Curtis Pitt to refer Mr Bailey to the Ethics Committee for investigation after the emails were last month released under the Right to Information request.