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Happy New Year! 2023
2023: The Year We Make Contact! Imagine a future where, thirteen years after first contact, humans and aliens are finally beginning to coexist. It's a future where we've learned to live and work together, to share our knowledge and resources for the benefit of all. This is the future of 2023: The Year We Make Contact.
By mohammed larouci2 years ago in Feast
Top Tips For Good Nutrition This Thanksgiving
To many, good nutrition and thanksgiving dinner seem to cancel each other out. However it should be possible and even easy to make a nutritious meal that is a pleasure to share with friends and family. Here are a few tips to help you make your holiday meals healthy ones too.
By Be Inspired - Be Motivated2 years ago in Feast
Late Night Toast
Growing up, I struggled to make friends. The Locals in my hometown were set in their ways, and there was no changing it. Being a more open-minded child made me sort of a social outcast. But, I had one friend I could rally on to be there for me no matter what, my grandfather Doc. My grandfather was a great man. He was always there for me, no matter what. He was also very ill with kidney failure. A concept I didn’t quite understand until I was much older. Because he was so sick, he had to take an array of medications at various times of the day and night. Every summer, I would spend two weeks with him in July. Maybe more, depending on my mother’s summer plans. Despite going to Dialysis every morning, he never let his sickness stop him from taking me on many adventures. Boy, did we have fun! We would go to the theater to watch plays. We go to the video rental store and spend hours deciding what movies to watch that night. Then we would head to the nearby mall to buy all toys and books I could carry in my tiny arms. My favorite part of the day was going to the thrift store in town and conjuring up little stories for the trinkets we came across inside. When we got back to his house, we would eat dinner, and spend the rest of the night watching the movies, or old TV shows like The Munsters and Bewitched. As the evening hours approached, we would move the party outside. We sat on the porch swing watching the sunset over the nearby riverbank. The colors were as stunning as my grandfather’s strength. As the stars began to pop out, we went back inside to wash up for the night. Around nine o’clock, we would all head to bed. I would sleep on the folding cot near the foot of his bed because of the limited space in the house. This is where the battle of wills began. While he and my grandmother slept, I would watch TV to fight the urge to sleep myself. It wasn’t a hard fight, though. Growing up, I was always a night owl, so staying up past my bedtime wasn’t the issue. But staying awake until two in the morning could be challenging for a kid. I would sit there on my little cot, trying my best to keep my eyes open. No matter how badly I wanted to, I knew I couldn’t fall asleep. At long last, two o’clock would come. The first sign I knew it was time was when the TV would click off. My grandfather had it set on a timer so that I wouldn’t fall asleep leaving it on. The next clue was the part I was waiting for all night. I heard him shuffling to get up in bed.
By M.L. Lewis2 years ago in Feast