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Make One Of The Most Out Of Casino

If you are a person that invests a great deal of time playing gambling video games on the internet after that, you have possibly seen that numerous online casinos have their very own mobile applications. Legislations bordering online casinos differ considerably from nation to nation, which implies it is tough to establish whether you particularly are lawfully permitted to dip into an online casino. These are coming to be an incredibly popular method to play blackjack and also various other gambling-ready genuine cash. That implies you might quickly be playing blackjack with an online dealership as you see a video clip stream on your phone. This implies that you can play live roulette, video clips, as well as keno casino poker with your smartphone or tablet computer. One-time Casino poker is a relatively brand-new Online Casino poker Website with a large number of its gamers originating from Canada.

You can access the very same video games that you discover on the online casino’s primary website with the applications. Some online casinos are also starting to explore real-time supplier applications for mobile applications. What is the following for on the internet casinos? Lots of casinos have created applications for Android as well as iphone running systems. The graphics and gameplay on mobile applications have come to a lengthy method. Online Mahjong has transformed the means individuals invest their entertainment time. Fraud, as well as uncontrolled gambling websites, offer the whole market a poor name, as well as even worse, they injure individuals. Individuals with a gambling dependency are additionally vulnerable to stress and anxiety, high anxiety, and also severe unhappiness. So before authorizing up, it is recommended to examine if the casino you are shortlisting has provably good video gaming.

Casino players can likewise look at the ideal online casinos for cellphone or tablet computers. All casinos have some space for enhancement. Does the firm have a great record for making timely payments to casino gamers? Which business lags it? It is also feasible for you to utilize your application to make down payments and withdrawals from your account. When you make use of a mobile application to dip into an on the internet casino, you are not linked down to a computer system or laptop computer in your home. Our client service questions managed swiftly? Among the many more appealing attributes are the five-tiered client commitment benefit program. One resource of problem, dominoqq nevertheless, is seeing to it that the wagers show up in the appropriate places. If there is a connection for many cards or the majority of spades, no person obtains those factors.

In The Age Of Knowledge, Specializing In Belly

Now there are a number of the reason why you haven’t been in a position to lose the apron belly regardless of losing weight. Perhaps surprisingly, taking a break – everybody’s favorite weight training “program” – is unquestionably a necessary factor in good bodybuilding. Find out how to: Keep your hips stationary and pull the weighting down until the bar or rope reaches the middle of your thighs. It’s possibly more difficult than the earlier one since you might be in a standing place, making it extra difficult to keep the type and your balance. You can find instructional DVDs, books, or websites that can teach you some specific workouts; however, merely bouncing up and down is itself a good train that burns calories and inflects the entire physique, including your abs.

Than but remember that alcohol is high in empty calories. Doing thirty minutes of cardio daily, along with extra focused workout routines for the abdominals, will make an enormous difference in your total health and will make it simpler for your ab muscles to show, as you’ll be shedding fat across the mid-section. You could consider ab workouts as exercises that specifically target the abdominal area; however, doing cardio workouts is not less than as important, especially if you’ll want to lose any fats around your mid-part. Whether or not you jog, be a part of a gym or buy a training machine, ab workouts are something most people who find themselves eager about health assume about. Chances are you’ll not think of trampolines as the best ab workouts, but in some ways, they are.

In this article, we’ll be exploring just a few effective ab workouts that you may want to add to your train routine. Many people do common crunches, and these will be good, but by themselves, they won’t necessarily get you the type of toned look you want. Many individuals discover that it’s enjoyable to jump on a trampoline, and you can do many low affect aerobic workout routines, which are great on your entire body. It’s an element that can determine the pace, the gracefulness, and the effect of a jak mít břišáky dancer on its audiences. A brand new therapeutic massage therapy will feel, for instance, abode. Abdominal exercises workout routines for girls will help you drop people sturdy layers of other excess fats that wouldn’t get out of your waistline.

It was all a Mistake – Poem

He
wasn’t looking for much
not love
just wanted wanted to fuck

He
went to the club
no trust
kicked six shots of bourbon

didn’t stop till he was swervin’
He swerved into her lane
broken hearts and conversation
they went back to her place

but that one night
turned into months
He gave it life
gave it blood
gave it everything, but
never got much

in return
now, suddenly it burns
He, feels like these words
will never do much
but hurt

She
wasn’t looking for much
not love
just wanted to fuck

She
went to the club
Channel
a new silk black dress on

Her eyes were locked
She eyed his cock
only, if She knew what was next
wouldn’t have taken him to bed

that one night
turned to months
She told him it’s real
with her fingers crossed

She gave her heart
then took it away
said, we can’t do this anymore
it was all a mistake

days, they fade
memories stay
holding something
meant to break

wanted a me and you
to see it through
wanted it
to be true

Anybody ever had a one night stand that turned into a bit more than either of you had expected? How did it end (if it ever did)?

Thanks for reading!

-Jordan Antonacci
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I Promise | A Poem

How I gave Alyssa her promise ring on Christmas

From the sun’s first
rise
till its peachy and
gentle set
Just know
that I promise

From every tear
shed
down your warm
pink cheek
to every smile
that beams
beneath skies
of dreams
Just know
I promise

From every long
unforgiving dark night
with no sunlight in sight
to every bright
warming sunrise
Just know
I promise

From every high
on every sky-like peak
to every hole and crater
oceans deep
Just know
I promise

From every howling, grey
dark cold fight
raining broken words
and whirlwinds of lies
to every rainbow
hug
that says
everything is alright
Just know
I promise

From that very first
message
that we sent on tinder
till our very last
breath
Always remember

That I promise

I promise
to love you
always
and forever

I promise to be
the very best
man
that I can
for you
and our baby

And this promise
I’m sure to keep
cause you make me
the very best
man
that I can be

I promise

A digital illustration of Alyssa and I done by myself for one of our anniversaries

Giving Alyssa her promise ring was obviously a big step in our relationship–one I’ve never taken before. I gave her the ring at 10 months, just after she told me she was pregnant. Time flies.

Thank you for stopping by and reading the poem. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.

Talk soon,

Jordan
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I’m going to be a Dad!

It was a few nights before Christmas. I was working when I got a text from my girlfriend.

I have an early Christmas gift for you!

I sighed with a smile as I wrote back, begging for her to wait till Christmas.

Nope, you’re getting it tonight, she replied.

Alyssa has always loved giving myself and the people closest to her random gifts, though, so I didn’t think much of it. She knows my favorite drinks and snacks and she’s constantly paying attention to little things I say I like or I need at the store (I’ve recently started putting a zipper over my lips every time we hit Target). She’s a giver, and there isn’t another like her. I swear she’s the one person in the world who loves other people’s birthdays more than her own.

That night, I had gotten home before her. I was in the bedroom making a list of people I still needed to get Christmas presents for when she poked her pretty little head through the door with the cheesiest grin I’d ever seen. In her hands was a box—a girly cylindrical box you might put some flower-spotted nightgowns in to give to your mother for Mother’s Day. It was the gift she’d texted me about earlier. In all honesty, I’d almost forgotten. My head was busier than New York City as I tried to make sure Santa thoroughly did his job without completely breaking the bank. This was our first Christmas together so I had a whole other family to add to the naughty or nice list—and EVERYONE is ALWAYS nice (even if they do eat your leftovers by “accident”).

Alyssa sat down beside me on the floor without saying anything and gently handed me the box in both of her hands. Mimicking her care, I cautiously held the box like it may explode if I even looked at it wrong. My interest was piqued. This wasn’t just another gift, that I was certain of. No, this box wasn’t going to just contain more organic gummies, oatmeal or detox shots… this was better. So much better!

But what could be better than detox shots, I asked myself.

Looking back, I realize I should’ve known. The cylindrical box with the soft colors and pattern should’ve given it away. The perfect ribbon bow on top should’ve given it away. The anticipation I felt radiating from Alyssa should’ve given it away. The fact that she pulled out her phone saying she wanted to record my reaction—dear God how did it not give it away?

As Alyssa recorded, I held onto the box, wondering what could be inside. “Don’t shake it,” she said just before I went to do so. I raised the box to my ear and listened. Could it be the new puppy she was talking about wanting? Not unless it was a dead puppy, because the box had no holes. A giant tarantula? No, Alyssa hates bugs. My ability to see what this was—what this really was—was clouded by my eagerness. The nail-biting, edge-of-your-seat anticipation. Finally, I tugged on an end of the bow until it came undone and slid off the box’s sides. Then, holding the box at a distance, fearful of something jumping out at me, I began lifting the lid. I peered through the small crack between the box and lid and saw something. Something small, furry. Was it an animal after all? It was dark and hard to see. I lifted the lid further. Light flooded the box and every breath that was left in my lungs was suddenly gone.

A whirlwind of thoughts. Is this a joke? Is it for sure? How long? I felt my whole life change all at once and everything was so sudden it felt like the earth had stopped mid-spin and shifted. I’d never felt tears flood my eyes so quickly. Inside the box was the smallest pair of light grey knit booties sitting atop layers of gold-speckled white tissue paper. They sat next to a pacifier and a pregnancy test. The digital screen on the test read, Pregnant. I looked up to Alyssa, who still held the camera. She was smiling through tears. “Are you sure?” I asked. She nodded as she wiped her wet cheeks.

I made Alyssa take a few more tests after she told me

The rest of the night was spent in shocked daze (in a good way) as my brain tried to process everything. I was mesmerized. Nervous. Thrilled. Eager. Everything that I still am today as Alyssa enters her 2nd trimester.

Following this big reveal we hung out with Alyssa’s parents for a while. Her mom was there when the test came back positive so she already knew. Alyssa said she’d come out of the bathroom crying and her mom frantically asked her, “Who died?!” Her dad, however, missed the big moment, so when he came home from work that night we surprised him with the same box Alyssa had surprised me with. To our shock, and relief, he was actually very happy with the news; even cried a little. To be truthful, everyone was more than happy for Alyssa and I, which says a lot about the people we have around us because you never know how family and friends will react to such life-altering news. Everyone has been extremely supportive and, honestly, I think the grandparents are more excited than Alyssa and I! The next day we surprised my family with the little blue box and my mother cried as soon as she pulled off the lid, which I told Alyssa would happen.

So we’re having a baby. Everyday it still hits like a dream I’m trying not to wake up from. Then I realize it isn’t a dream at all. Things get even more real when we start discussing our new future… like baby names. Speaking of which, for a while there it seemed like agreeing on a name was going to send Alyssa and I to couple’s counseling (I actually know a couple who recently had a baby that that happened to). Just too many names and not enough time! Luckily, Alyssa and I were able to peacefully agree on a name, but until we know the gender, we’re calling the lime-sized 12-week old wonder in her belly Baby Herm (her + him = herm).

For most of my adult life I’ve wanted to be a dad. Helping raise my youngest brother and cousin were two of the most amazing and rewarding experiences of my life. I’ve always fantasized about planting another little piece of me in this world and helping him/her grow. I’ve seen us laying down on the couch at 4 AM surrounded by toys and watching Blues Clues or whatever comes on that early (George Lopez). I’ve thought about all the life lessons I would teach and how I’d steer him/her from my own mistakes and rocky paths.

But even though I’ve watched all this play out in my mind, I never truly thought it would come to fruition. Neither did my mom or stepdad and they never hid that thought. “We’re never going to be grandparents, huh?” they’d murmur at every holiday gathering. If there’s one thing that can be taken from this blog, it’s that I’ve never done well with relationships. I genuinely never thought I’d meet someone I’d ever want to take this step with. And yes, the miracle growing inside Alyssa’s belly was fully intentional—but still a surprise. It hasn’t, however, been as glorious for Alyssa as it is for a lot of other expecting mothers. During her first trimester she was extremely nauseous and dizzy pretty much 24/7 and had a lot of trouble keeping anything down. It got to the point where she almost needed to receive IVs at the hospital. Thankfully, the second trimester seems to be taking it easier on her.

As I mentioned before, Alyssa’s just entering her second trimester. On January 4th we heard the most beautiful sound either of us had ever heard when Baby Herm’s heartbeat pounded through the speakers during the ultrasound. On February 4th–tomorrow–we’ll go in for our 4th appointment and have blood testing done to check the gender (isn’t it fucking crazy doctors can do that? I had no idea such a process even existed!). Then, in mid-March, right after we move into our new apartment, we’ll have a small virtual gender reveal party to let our closest friends and family know if Baby Herm is a her or him!

This is such a big chapter in mine and Alyssa’s life—one we’ll be taking side by side every step of the way. And I’ll do everything in my power to write it as best I can, and to make sure I’m the man I need to be for both Alyssa and Baby Herm. Thank you all so much for taking the time to read and share this moment with us! I’ll keep you updated!

Till next time,

Jordan Antonacci
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Lights, Camera, Murder

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s that time of year again! Beta readers—where ya at?!

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Hello, hi, greetings fellow bloggers, readers, and writers! For the 3 or so people who have been occasionally wondering, yes—I am still alive (surprisingly). I haven’t been blogging much these days, even with the whole quarantine thing going on. It’s just so hard to focus on more than one thing at a time, you know? For the past 6 months I’ve been heavily devoted to finishing a book I’ve been writing—which is what brings me here today.

I’ve recently (yesterday) finished the zillionth draft of this book and I’m looking for beta readers to give me some feedback on the first half. I’ll post some details on the book down below, including a brief summary as well as the book’s prologue so you can gather a sense of the book and whether you’d be interested in beta reading or not.

The book, Lights, Camera, Murder, is a vigilante mystery thriller set in Los Angeles, CA, and it’s length is at about 103K. The section I’d like beta readers for is roughly 40K.

Summary

Meet UCLA screenwriting student Spencer Keller. Spencer isn’t the good guy of this story, but when bodies begin dropping left and right in the star-speckled streets of

Los Angeles–each being labeled an “overdose”–Spencer still throws on a cape and jumps into the heroic role.

Armed with a police scanner and costumes he steals from his job at the Kerkhoff Theater, Spencer ventures into the darkest alleys of LA’s glamorous streets to unmask a villain with a plot far more sinister than his own. No, Spencer isn’t the good guy in this story, but he is perfect for the role, because as he will learn, it’ll take a devil to save the City of Angels.

Prologue

A PAH! shouted into the night as we ran. Then another. The bullet slammed into the tree I passed and splintered shards of bark smacked me in the side of the face. I spit out a sliver of bark and kicked my legs even harder through the brush tugging at my pant legs. Several more shots rang after that—five, six, maybe seven… I can’t remember. All I can remember is how fast my legs were moving. They hadn’t moved that quick since I was 12 and saw that fat, hairy tarantula crawl out from beneath my camping tent. I later found out Uncle Ray had put it there. He’d laughed his ass off then and he still probably would’ve laughed his ass off if he were there that night to see the hell I’d gotten myself into. And I wouldn’t have blamed him, because I too knew I’d be laughing if it weren’t my life in the crosshairs.

So there I was, beaten and bloodied with a broken hand wrapped in my shirt, sprinting as fast as I could through the Canyonback Wilderness Park, running from God knows how many men, dodging more bullets than trees, and for the first time in my life, I thought, This is how it feels to be alive. In that frenzied moment, I believe I felt more alive than I ever had in my life, maybe to this day, even after everything that followed. Our lives were on the edge, hanging by a single trigger pull, but the thrill was intoxicating. Adrenaline drowned my body with every hammering beat of my heart. Pain from my hand was in the back of my head. All I could think about—all I could see—were the overgrown bushes ahead where I’d parked my car.

“There!” I shouted as we came up to the bushes.

I could hear their steps not far behind. Were they close? Was the next shot fired going to be the one? I wanted to look back but didn’t. Tree branches tore at my clothes and slashed at my skin; the ones to my face, which probably looked like it’d been put through a blender, hurt the worst, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t slow down. Couldn’t. Not when I was so close.

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If you’re interested and would like to beta read the first half of this book for me, please send me an email at misterhushush (at) gmail (dot) com or simply go to the contact page of this blog. I’ll send you the first half as well as 10 questions I’d very much love for you to answer as thoroughly and honestly as possible.

Am I scaring you away? Sorry

A letter to my Lover #1

We met in the produce section of the grocery store by my apartment. Our hands touched and sparks flew as we both reached for the same eggplant. Our eyes locked, and it was like we both knew.

Right now your brows are probably scrunching together as you wonder who I’m talking about because, well, that’s not how we met. The way we met was a little less meet cute and a little more millennial. But that’s fine. Not every great story needs to begin like the opening scene to one of your chick flicks.

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The way we actually met? Through Tinder. I sent you some flirty, semisexual message and, about a week later, you responded. I told you I felt like I was dying from corona and that I needed you to come end my misery via suffocation by sitting on my face. “YO FUCKING LO RIGHT?” Right now everyone reading this is screaming. Oh, I know, I know, the horror. But no, it’s not. It’s the opposite. It’s the opposite because I know of how the story unfolded and where it led us to.

What was meant to be some little fling got flung and then boomeranged back around and stuck. Neither of us were looking for anything serious. For a week we texted nonstop and that point was abundantly apparent. We’d both just gotten our hearts shattered into about a million pieces and we ourselves were 6 feet deep, cold but still searching for warmth. There was no way we were going to risk feeling like that again. Weak, small, vulnerable, helpless, unloved. You were especially afraid. It took some convincing and trust building on my end to get you to meet me in person. You were so nervous and seeing your nervousness made me feel just as nervous, but still, we connected. We laughed and joked, shared and kissed. Then we fell. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but we couldn’t help ourselves. But how could we when something feels this right? When it works the way you and I work? What you did was something like either magic or voodoo (I still have yet to have an answer) because you made me do something I’d vowed never to do again: trust. You showed me a side to myself that had been buried in a crypt for so long I’d forgotten it even existed. Now, one by one, we’re putting back together the pieces of our hearts that had been left shattered, only this time we’re putting the two back together as one. Its so cheesy you’d swear I watch those chick flicks of yours when no ones looking

Don’t Think of Me – A Poem

I just

I just really like you

Jordan

And I need something

concrete

Real

I really want this

relationship

because we connect

like we’re meant

to fit

So here’s everything

that can be

But wait

Wake up Jordan

It was all

only a dream

I just

I really like you too ___________

but as I begin

awakening

your face begins

fading

and all I hear

is breaking

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So take me

make me

Build me up, oh yes, make me

Love you, oh yes, make me

Put me back together

Shape me

Do it all, and then

Rape me

Break me

Make me, oh baby girl, make me

Make me oh so fucking crazy

Crazy for love, crazy for this

So crazy I could never seem to see

whatever the fuck this has been

Hallucinating love, like

I’m schizophrenic

But at the same time

you were

my medicine

I fought to give you the world

while you tore mine apart

Cause I tried, on hands and knees

Pried at the Earth till my fingers began to bleed

So what?

Did I care too much?

Not quite enough?

Too understanding

of the “baggage” you brought along?

Please, tell me

what I did wrong

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So don’t think of me

when you’re awoken from this deep sleep

that screaming playlist with my name

set on repeat

realizing this wasn’t

just some fucking dream

and it was real

Realer than it seemed

Don’t think of me

at the day’s long end

when you’re searching for my Jeep

wondering where I could’ve went

Don’t think of me

when you begin to reminisce

of that one cloudy night we

stumbled over he fence

with a whole bottle of liquor

and crept hand in hand

through a pitch black field

doing your stupid hippie dance

because all of this is shit

you let end

and I felt our story

was only about to begin.

You used to sing

you’d never let go

Now, here we are

and you’ve let go

Thank you all for reading.

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She Keeps Me – A Poem

She’s a sunrise the Universe

never wanted to share

and so the world

remained dark

without her light

She keeps me

grounded

like the roots of a redwood

stretching through the Earth

reaching like thirsty fingers

as mine slip through hers

I grip them tight

Her hand in mine

Never wanting

to let go

ever

And I’ll willingly fall

No, for her I’d leap

from the top branch of

the tallest tree

At the bottom is where

I pray we meet

But as the colors change

she’s red

I’m green

In some ways, she

carries balance to the chaos

Serenity to the screams

Life to the empty

Pressure to the bleed

She keeps me

like singing in a cage

If I’m a bird, then

she is the wings

flapping nearly as fast

as she makes my heart beat

merely with a smile

and a touch blood deep

And my heart, it beats

to the rhythm of a tune

we sing in sync

Free within my cage

She keeps me

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In a sea of people

she’s all I see

And I’ll swim through her waters

till my body grows weak

And I’ll willingly fall

Yes, freely sink

Tie an anchor to my feet

then dive deep

This feeling

so familiar it seems

because every time I’m with her

I can never seem to breathe

She makes me

at the same time that she

breaks me

A seed

that gives birth

sprouting at it breaks

through the dirt

like a pale decrepit hand

reaching for hurt

She’s a sunrise the Universe

never wanted to share

and so the Earth

remained dark

without her light

So my world

remains black and white

till I can make her

the life in my sky

Thank you for reading

Flash Fiction: Then She was Gone

She told me she loved me before she left, just like she did every other morning. I felt a familiar smile tug at the corners of my lips as I told her I loved her to from where I stood in the kitchen. The coffee was still hot and I wanted to grab a cup before I myself had to leave. But I wish I wouldn’t have worried about it. I wish I would’ve turned back to look at her standing there in the doorway where the soft morning light kissed her skin and lit up the red in her hair. Because if I knew what was to happen—if I knew what I know now—then I would’ve. I would’ve reminded her that she’s the purpose behind my every breath. I would’ve told her she doesn’t need that makeup she spends so much time perfecting every morning because she’s even more beautiful without it. I would’ve told her that our wedding night was the best night of my life and that yes, I am ready to start a family and I’m sorry for ever making her think otherwise. I would’ve told her to let me hold her a while longer, if only to capture the way she feels in a bottle that I can call upon when I miss her the most. Most importantly though, I would’ve told her to stay home that day. But I didn’t say any of that. Then I heard the front door close, and she was gone.