text:
My Enema Story
By Alex Andrews
These are true stories of my childhood enema experiences. There are some fill-ins, primarily to build up the story, but the events themselves, as much as I can remember, are true. The names in this story have been changed to protect the "innocents."
The reader should be aware that the contents of this story are graphic, involve male minors, and uses language of a sexual and homosexual nature.
I dedicate this story in loving memory of my Aunt Edna, whose gentle
kindness and tender love will never be forgotten! We love you and miss
Part I: Aunt Edna
My mom worked as a nurse and was trying to raise 4 kids by herself. My dad left us when I was about four years old. Mom had trouble dealing with dad's leaving and developed some emotional problems. Being the youngest of the four, it was felt I would be better off living with my Aunt Edna. The other kids were old enough to stay at home and help mom out until she got better.
Anyway, I was about four when I went to live with my Aunt Edna and Uncle Irey. We were living in Ft. Worth, Texas at the time. Aunt Edna was a nurse's aide. They had no children at home, so I was the only child living with them.
One day, I complained of having a headache. I remember it was nighttime because my uncle had already gone to bed. My bed - actually, it was a crib - was temporarily kept in the living room as they only had two bedrooms and one of them was used for storage. Aunt Edna was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine or something. When she heard me complain about my headache, she came over to my bed to check on me. I remember her feeling my head, then saying, "I better give you an enema for your headache." She left the room, then came back a short time later, carrying a large, red enema bag, with hose attached, and laid it on the couch.
I don't remember being frightened, and honestly don't remember if I knew what an enema was then. I remember her picking me up out of my crib and carrying me over to the couch. She laid me on my back, then slid off my under-shorts. I was completely naked. The next thing I know, she had lifted my legs up and was slipping something cold in to my little bottom. I heard a "click" then she lifted the red bag up where I could see it. Then, I felt something flowing inside of me. That's when I began to cry. I remember her smiling at me and saying. "Hush! You'll wake up Uncle Irey."
Shortly afterwards, I remember feeling the nozzle being slowly removed
from my bottom. Then she pulled me up and sat me down on a bedpan. I was
still crying and remember having to "poo-poo" (as we called bowel
movements back then) a lot. I don't remember what happened after that. I
only know that it was the end of my first enema, and the beginning of
many more to come.
Aunt Edna made good use of her enema bag while I was staying with her and Uncle Irey. She didn't give them all the time, just when she felt I needed them. The first time was the only time I ever cried during an enema. Aunt Edna was very gentle with them. She never gave me an enema that was too hot, soapy, or held too high, at least, not that I remember. She always used her large bag, but held the bag low so the water would flow in more slowly. Sometimes she had to remove the nozzle and clean out the opening when it became blocked during the initial insertion.
For some reason - maybe it was because of the gentle manner in which she
administered them - I never feared the enemas. Actually, they didn't
bother me much at all, 'cept the cramping in my abdomen from the soap.
When she told me I was getting an enema, I would instinctively begin
undressing. It seemed like it was a natural thing to do. Aunt Edna was
adamant about my being completely naked when getting an enema, so
everything came off - shirt, sox, under-shorts, etc. Sometimes she gave
my enemas to me in bed, sometimes on the couch, but it was always the
same position: while laying on my back, knees toward the chest, while
she sat at my posterior end, holding the bag up where I could see it. It
wasn't until I was seven, that she began having me lie on my left side,
knees bent. She would pull up my right butt to expose my little pink
hole, then slowly insert the black nozzle, and the enema would begin.
Aunt Edna had a problem with her legs, so she could not carry me to the
toilet. She would always have me use that white bedpan when I expelled
the enemas. And she always gave me the enema until I was completely
full, so that meant a pretty full bedpan, despite my small size.
Part Two: Self-Giving
As I said, she didn't give them to me all the time. I would say probably about once a month anyway. Aunt Edna's enemas continued until I was almost eight, when my mom decided to move us kids with her to upstate New York. I would not see another enema for a few years.
Mom, like her sisters in Texas, had a large red enema bag with red hose and black nozzles. She also had one of those clear, disposable enema bags kept in a box. It didn't have a nozzle; the end of the tubing was rounded for insertion, and there was a white, plastic tab that marked the insertion stop point. The tab could be slid up and down the tube to increase or decrease the length of insertion. She also had a red infant enema syringe with a black nozzle.
Despite the impressive array of enema equipment that my mom had, I don't recall her ever giving me an enema. Perhaps she did before I went to stay with my Aunt Edna, but I was probably too young to remember. She did offer to give me an enema one day, just before we moved to New York. I had found her enema bag, with nozzle and hose attached, and was sitting on the toilet, poking around my anus with the nozzle. I didn't know how to use the enema, but apparently I had a fascination for the equipment. It looked just liked Aunt Edna's. Much to my shock, mom came walking into the bathroom while I was playing with the enema equipment. She immediately saw the equipment, with the tube in my hand. I remember being extremely embarrassed as she looked down at her 7-year old son, his pants down to his ankles, playing with an enema nozzle. She asked me if I wanted an enema. I said, "No," quickly pulled up my pants, and left the bathroom, with the enema equipment still lying on the sink. Mom didn't press the issue, and it was left at that.
So for the next few years, I didn't get anymore enemas. Then one day, I ran across my mom's equipment again, quite by accident. I was ten years old at the time. We had an old-fashioned bathtub, the kind with legs, which sat along one wall of the bathroom. At the rear and almost above the tub, was a built-in medicine cabinet. At the other end, was a wood cabinet that was also used to store medical supplies, along with towels and other bath linens. The cabinet didn't reach all the way to the ceiling, so there was a space about 12 or 14 inches between the top of the cabinet and the ceiling.
One day, when I was home alone taking a bath, I became curious about the space above the cabinet and wondered if there was anything up there. I stood on my toes on the bottom of the tub, dripping bath water, and reached up and felt around the top of the cabinet. I felt something rubbery. I knew right away what it was: It was my mom's enema bag. Feeling around again, I found the tubing, then a small box. I took the box down and opened it. In the box were the black nozzles: an infant size rectal tube, an adult size rectal tube, and a douche tube.
Memories of my aunt's enemas started to come back in a flood. I felt a
strange sensation between my legs and, when I looked down, saw that my
little circumcised penis was erect and sticking straight out. I don't
remember if I ever had that feeling before, certainly not when Aunt Edna
gave me my enemas, but I knew it had something to do with the enema
equipment I was holding then. I remember lying down in the bathtub,
taking the adult size rectal tube, and poking around my anus with it
like I did when my mom caught me that one day. Then I tried to stick in
my hole, but it wouldn't go in. Of course, I never gave it any thought
that you had to lubricate it first. A little disappointed, I put the
equipment away, finished my bath, and went out to play, and as I recall,
with my penis still erect from the experience.
From time to time, whenever I took a bath, I would take down the box of enema nozzles and play with them, trying to get them to go inside of me, without much luck. And each time, I would get an erection and play with my penis while poking around my hole with the nozzle.
I don't think I really knew what sex was, though I probably had a good hunch. But, I do know that whenever I thought about playing with the enema equipment, I would get an erection.
I often watched my mom put cold cream on her face at night. She kept the jar in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. One day, while looking in the cabinet for something, I ran across the cold cream. I opened it and felt the cream. It was smooth and silky and slippery. Then it dawned on me: I couldn't get the nozzle in because it needed something slippery on it. No one was home, so I quickly took off all my clothes and climbed into the bathtub. My 10-year old dick was hard, of course, which meant I was about to do something very exciting. I reached for the box of nozzles and sat them on the floor next to the tub. Then I reached into the medicine cabinet for the jar of cold cream. I remember feeling very excited, and nervous.
I opened the jar of cold cream, then took out the adult size enema
nozzle. I took a little of the cream and smeared it on the end of the
tube, then laid down on my left side, like my aunt had taught me to do.
I pressed the nozzle against my anus, pushed it a little harder, and
much to my joy, it began to slide right in. I pushed it in slowly, as
far as it would go, then laid there for awhile, on my left side, the
nozzle deep in my rectum. As I lay there quietly, I began to recall the
enemas Aunt Edna gave me. I pretended I could feel the water flowing
inside me. I had not yet had the nerve to hook up the bag. That would
come soon enough.
Part Three: Going for the Real Thing
After a few bath sessions with the nozzle, I decided one day, to go for the real thing. Again, no one was at home, so I went in to the bathroom with the pretense of taking a bath. After stripping down, I stepped into the bathtub, I reached up and took down the box of nozzles, but this time, I also took down the bag and tubing. It didn't take me long to figure out how it all went together, as I had watch my aunt prepare the equipment for my enemas on a number of occasions. There was also a wire coat hanger on top of the cabinet, so I took that down to hang up the bag with.
After I put the enema equipment together, I went through the usual routine of lubricating the nozzle and sliding it into my rectum. I had hung the bag on the towel rack, so it hung just the way I remember my aunt holding it. This time, I laid back down on my back so I could see the red bag hanging above my thighs. I played with my erection for a little while, staring at the bag, feeling myself getting more excited as I imagined all that water flow up my little behind.
I missed those feelings that enemas gave me when they went in, and when they went out. I wanted to feel water inside me again, to watch my belly grow and become bloated, and I wanted to feel those strong urges to poo-poo. I longed for my aunt to give me another enema. What I wanted was a REAL enema. So I decided to go for it. I took down the bag, disconnected the tubing, and then ran some water from the faucet until it was just lukewarm. I held the opening of the bag under the water and watched it fill up to over flowing. I could barely hold; it was heavy. I reconnected the tubing and hung the equipment back up on the towel rack, using the heavy coat-hanger wire. I remember feeling some real discomfort in my groin. It was coming from somewhere around my erect penis. Though I was only ten, I apparently was experiencing a very strong sexual reaction to what I was about to do.
I laid back down on my back again and looked at the bag hanging up. This time, it wasn't flat; it was rounded from all the water it was holding, just like Aunt Edna's bag when she was about to clean me out. By this time, my penis was hard as a rock and bright red. My hands shaking a little, I slid the lubricated nozzle all the way into my rectum. I held my breath as I slid my little fingers down to the clamp. I fumbled with the clamp until finally, with a loud "click" it popped open. I immediately felt some air go into me, followed by the warm gush of water against the walls of my rectum. I began to immediately experience the growing urge to poo-poo, just like I did when I was younger. I reached for the clamp and stopped the flow. I just laid there, breathing heavy, staring at the big, full bag hanging above me. I was overwhelmed. I had done it. I WAS GIVING MYSELF A REAL ENEMA!
I reached for the clamp as soon as the urge began to subside, and let more of the water flow into me. Whenever I felt an urge to go, I would stop the flow, wait till it passed, then start it up again. My firm, flat, muscular abdomen was now no longer flat; it was starting to expand upward as my little bowels filled with more water.
I continued the enema until my belly was completely bloated and I could
no longer take anymore. The urges were now non-stop, my little anus
squeezing the nozzle as tight as it possibly could. The red bag was now
almost empty, though it still had a fair amount water in it. But I had a
problem: there was no bedpan to be slipped under me this time, and the
toilet, though it was next to the tub, looked liked it was a mile away.
I held my breath and slowly pulled the nozzle out, hoping I wouldn't
lose any of the enema in the tub. As soon as I took the nozzle out, I
quickly crawled out of the tub and onto the toilet. I no sooner sat down
then my bottom opened up. It sounded like a volcano: the enema gushed
out, along with the poo-poo, just like it used to at Aunt Edna's. Then,
suddenly, I began to experience a much stronger feeling in my groin. I
shivered and shook and groaned loudly for a few seconds, the enema still
gushing from my anus, and then the feeling was gone. I probably didn't
know it at the time, but I had also experienced another "first:" my
first male orgasm…at the young, tender age of 10!
Part Four: Hooked!
From that day on, self-administered enemas became a routine part of my bathing practices whenever I was home alone. That was usually quite often (every time I see the movie, "Home Alone," it reminds me of that experience, since I was about the same age as the boy portrayed by MacCauley Culkin, and was just as handsome, if I may say so). I probably didn't realize it at the time, but I was definitely hooked on enemas.
One day, when I was eleven, I decided to try something different. Instead of the red enema bag, I took down the infant bulb syringe. I took off the infant nozzle and slipped on the adult nozzle. I went into the kitchen and got a large metal utility bowl. I took the bowl back into the bathroom and began filling it with warm water from the bathtub faucet, since it wouldn't fit under the sink faucet. I took bar soap and swished it around until the water was turning milky in color. Then I placed the bowl, and the rectal syringe, on the floor next to a towel I had put down for me to lay on. I stripped completely naked, laid down on my left side, and placed the bowl of soapy water, they syringe, and the cold cream in front of me. I lubricated the nozzle, then squeezed the air out of it so I could draw water into it. I slid the nozzle into my rectum, then squeezed the bulb, forcing the warm soapy water to squirt into me. I slid the nozzle out, then refilled the bulb, and squeezed more water in my rectum. I remember liking the feel of that contoured nozzle sliding in and out of my anus. The bulb provided a unique experience for a very young enema lover. While administering the enema this way, which seemed to take forever, I imagined, not my aunt, but another BOY doing that to me. It was the first time I had imagined anyone other than Aunt Edna giving me an enema. It was an exciting new thought and before I could even finish the enema, I had another orgasm.
I remember, shortly after I turned twelve years old, taking down the disposable enema kit which, obviously, was never disposed of. I had taken this bag out a few times before but, for some reason, was not really interested in using it. I liked the big red enema bag for my enemas. But this time, I decided to use it. I was more interested in the tube than the bag. The reason: because it could be inserted farther than the standard nozzle.
The box had instructions on it, along with a six-inch printed ruler. The instructions said no more than six inches should be inserted into the rectum. So, after removing my clothes, I filled the bag with soapy water and got out the Vaseline (I had since discovered the Vaseline as a more suitable lubricant, as well as the routine of holding bar soap under running water when slowly filling the enema bag).
I slid the plastic stop down the tubing, using the measurement on the side of the box, until it was six inches from the end. I lubricated the tubing, hung the bag from a towel rack, then laid down on the bathroom floor. I slowly inserted the tube, guiding it in until the stop touched my anus. The feeling of the longer tube sliding in was very erotic. It was also slightly bigger round than the black nozzle. I opened the valve and let the soapy water flow in until the bag was empty (by this time, I had little trouble taking a full two quarts, unless I had a lot of poop in me). After expelling the enema, I decided to do it again, but this time, I wanted to see HOW far I could insert the tube.
I refilled the bag and sat down on the floor. I slid the stop down the tube almost to where it connected to the bag. The tubing was flexible, about six feet long. I laid on my back, knees pulled up, and inserted the tube into my anus. I slowly pushed the tube in, feeling the constant coldness of it as it slid past my tight anus. At one point, I felt a little pressure in my insides. The tube had reached the first turn in the intestines. I pushed a little harder, but very slowly, vowing to immediately withdraw the tube if I felt any sudden pain. But there was no pain. Pushing a little harder, I felt the tube suddenly move more freely as it cleared the bend. I continued slowly inserting the tubing, adding a little more Vaseline as I went along. I was feeling somewhat like an explorer, concentrating on every movement of the tube through my colon. At one point, it felt as if it were very near my stomach.
Finally, I reached a point where I was afraid to go any further, though I was feeling no discomfort. But, at this point, the tubing went directly from my anus to the bag; there was no more tubing left to insert anyway, without taking the bag down. Moving slowly with that tubing still inside me, I reached for the plastic stop and slid it down the tubing until it just touched my anus. Then I opened the valve and let the enema flow. For the first time, I literally filled up without hardly any urges to go. When the bag was about two-thirds empty, I stopped the enema and began slowly withdrawing the tubing until I felt it clear the bend between the rectum and colon. There was a distinctive "pop" as the bent end of the tubing straightened out upon leaving the colon, with the sound being caused by the tubing slapping against the wall of my rectum. I opened the valve again, and finished the enema, filling up my rectum to capacity. Then I really had to poo-poo!
While gushing the enema water into the toilet, I looked at the tubing. I
think I remember the stop being about half way between the bag and the
end of the tubing, which told me that I had inserted about three feet of
tubing through my intestines! I masturbated to an orgasm while expelling
the enema and looking at the tubing. Although I was twelve, I had not
yet reached sexual maturity, and so my orgasms where still "dry," but
felt good nonetheless.
Part Five: Looking at Other Boys
And so ends the first Chapter on my experiences with enemas as a young boy. But the adventures were just beginning. In Chapter Two, we go from receiving to giving while, my dreams about other boys, and my first "wet" orgasm.
Before beginning Chapter Two, let me describe what I looked like back then. I was a very handsome youngster, with fiery red hair, pale skin, lots of freckles, slim and muscular. I had a beautiful, slender, choirboy-like face. We used to have a full-length hall mirror that was very narrow but tall. I remember going into the hall and standing, fully naked, in front of a mirror, my white, well-shaped body in a side view, the red enema tubing dangling from my small, but firm, well-rounded, buttocks. I remember my hairless dick sticking straight out in front of me, my testicles drawn tight against the base.
I often took a 12-inch mirror that I had found in the attic and used it to observe my anus while giving myself an enema. I was fascinated with the sight of the nozzle sliding into that small, pink hole. I watched as the anus tightened up with the urges brought on by the enema. My anal opening was just a light shade of pink. There was no bile discoloration around the anal area, as is common. A few times, I sat on the toilet, held my legs up so I could see my anus in the mirror, and watched as the hole opened up and the enema came gushing out, along with a few large stools. That was usually good for bringing on a strong orgasm afterwards, even though a few times found myself cleaning the bathroom floor when I missed the rim of the toilet.
I don't mind bragging about how handsome I looked in my early years, though I certainly can't say that about me now (age has its ugliness). People would often tell my mom, "What a beautiful looking son you have. He should be a model!" It was those images in the mirror that made me appreciate the looks of other boys my age. Soon, I found myself looking at the bottoms of other boys, trying to imagine what they looked like naked; more importantly, what they looked like naked AND taking an enema.
I couldn't understand it then, but I had strange thoughts about other boys. I found them to be more attractive than girls. It would be quite a few years later before I would realize I was gay.
Though I secretly enjoyed my enemas, I began longing for the moment when I could give another boy an enema. I wanted him to feel as I did, when I got my enemas. I wanted him to have an orgasm while he sat on the toilet, gushing out his bowels, just like me.
The opportunity finally did come. But that is a whole new chapter!
Chapter 2: Jonathan
(Note: The events in this story are true, though some fill has been
added to give it body. The names have been changed.)
Part One: The "Girly" Games
I grew up like most boys, interested in things that 12-year olds were interested in, like sports, marbles, climbing trees, and the like. I was pretty normal for my age except for one minor detail: I had an enema fetish. I was always giving myself an enema from my mom's big red enema bag with its red tubing and black nozzles. It was a private thing for me; I didn't share what I did with others. I gave them to myself as often as several times a week, sometimes on the bathroom floor, but mostly while laying inside the bathtub. And, I would masturbate my little member until I had unloaded a wad of sticky white stuff, usually while I was filling up with the enema, or expelling it. Sometimes I would masturbate to an orgasm several times during one enema session. But, I took care to make sure no one knew, always carefully wiping off the equipment and leaving it on top of the cabinet in a way to facilitate drying.
I remember I had a lot of boyhood friends during those pubescent years. But the one who most stood out the most in those memories was Jonathan. He was the 10-year old brother of my best friend, Gregory, who was the same age as me. The three of us used to play all kinds of games, as kids normally do, but there was one unusual game we played. We would go upstairs in Greg's house and he and I would take turns putting on his 13-year old sister's dresses. Then we would remove our pants and under shorts, and flip the dress so as to give one another a glimpse of our private parts. Of course, we always had a hard-on when we did that. And we would get a laugh out of it. Sometimes, we would bend way over, legs spread, and pull up the dress to expose our anuses. For some reason, Jonathan never participated in the girly games, though he was there watching and laughing.
Both boys were handsome; Greg with his dark brown hair and boyish smile,
and Jonathan, with his blond locks, brilliant blue eyes and flashy smile
and perfect teeth. Actually, Greg was handsome, but Jonathan was simply
precocious and beautiful. He had what many would call a "choir-boy"
face. He was slim, but muscular. He had pale skin that only lightly
tanned. Like his brother and me, he was circumcised. In fact, I had
never met a boy who was uncut until I went to high school and saw a few
of the older, hairy Italian boys taking showers. I guess circumcision
was far more prevalent in the Polish-Irish neighborhood where I grew up.
Part Two: The Show-off
When I reached 12 (I had been giving myself enemas since I was 10), I began to dream about giving other boys enemas. As I laid there, a self-administered enema slowly filling my bowels, I use to wonder if Greg and Jonathan had ever experienced this. More often, though, I thought about Jonathan. Each time I began to experience a strong urge to move my bowels during the enemas, I would imagine that beautiful lad experiencing the same urges; the same feeling of warm water filling the rectum. I would imagine him lying on his side or back in the tub or on the floor, completely naked, with that black nozzle deeply buried in his little rectum.
Little by little I began to open up to Greg and Jonathan about enemas, but stopped short of telling them about my enemas. It didn't take long for me to get the message that Greg had absolutely no interest in that sort of thing. Though he liked to show off his tight little hole when we played "girly" games, that was as far as he would let it go. Jonathan, on the other hand, expressed some interest, usually with a giggle or wide grin.
I began to hang around Jonathan more than Greg. Jonathan obviously had a liking for me, too, since he hung around me more than other boys his age. Jonathan was always pulling surprises. I remember one night, when Greg, me and Jonathan were camping out in a tent in Greg's backyard. We had turned in and were almost off to dreamland, when I heard sudden giggling going on. Greg woke up and grabbed his flashlight and pointed toward his brother, who was on the other side of me. Jonathan was standing up, naked from the ankles up. His little dick was sticking straight out, hard as a rock; his balls drawn tight against the base of his penis. He was obviously getting a kick out of it. It was the first time I had ever seen Jonathan naked. I immediately got an erection. Greg, on the other hand, just grumbled, in a scolding voice, "Pull your pants up, Jonathan, and go to sleep. Quit playing around." I knew then, I was hooked on Jonathan! He became the single focus of my boyhood enema fantasies.
Jonathan and I would play games and tease each other about the loser
getting an enema with a bulb syringe. If you lost a marble game, for
example, that meant one squirt of the bulb up the ass. Of course, it was
just fantasizing. Neither one of collected on the "debt," though I often
dreamed of it, especially when I was giving myself an enema.
Part Three: "Let's Make A Deal"
Jonathan and Greg lived only a few doors away, and Jonathan often came over to play. I used to watch the old TV game shows, my favorite being "Let's Make A Deal." I would invent games modeled after the TV shows and play them with Jonathan. I would offer things like my allowance and my models and other things I owned as prizes. Sometimes I won money from Jonathan, and sometimes he won money (or other things) from me.
One day, Jonathan played one of my games and lost, but didn't have any money. I told him he had to give up something. Then, I thought, what about his clothes? Jonathan went along with the idea in his usual cheery manner, and began removing his clothing until all he had on was his white briefs and socks. No doubt that the game was becoming erotic for him as it was very obvious he had an erection bulging in his briefs. And he had a big grin, with a slightly flush face that told me he was a little embarrassed, but enjoying it just the same. I didn't push him and gave him the opportunity to quit while he still had something left on. But, he insisted on playing another round of the game and, as one could expect, he lost. He looked at me and I looked at his raging hard-on. He got the message, and with a giggle, pulled his briefs down to his ankles. By this time, my own erect penis was threatening to burst the front of my pants. This time, there was no older brother around to scold Jonathan, and no one was at home; it was just me and Jonathan. I stared at Jonathan for the longest time, his beautiful body now fully exposed. I was fixated on his little, erect dick, now pink from the blood that filled it. His dick looked a lot like my own, with a nice round head and straight-as-an-arrow shank. He had small balls that were drawn up tight at the base of his penis, pretty much like mine. They didn't sag or hang down like most boys I knew. But, I wanted to look at another side of him, so I asked him to turn around.
He had a beautiful set of smooth, white buns that were well-rounded and dimpled on the sides. I then asked him to spread his legs and reach for his ankles. He giggled some more, but did as I asked. He exposed his small, light pink hole for a moment, then stood up. I had seen enough! I told him to wait upstairs, and I made a mad dash for the bathroom, which was downstairs. I barely closed the door and got my pants open before hitting the bathroom wall with a huge wad of cum. I didn't even have to masturbate. Just the sight of this handsome lad's pink hole and hairless little dick was enough to cause one of the biggest orgasms I could remember.
Over the next few weeks, I would take my enemas and dream about
Jonathan's bottom and have multiple orgasms. He would still come over
and play the games, and lost more often as I believe he really enjoyed
taking off his clothes for me. And I, as usual, ended up in the bathroom
having an orgasm. I never let Jonathan watch me jerk off, nor did I
expose myself to him. I also did not touch any part of him. Just the
"show and tell" was enough! But, I became more determined than ever,
that I would someday give him an enema.
Part Four: A New Game
One day, I decided to see if I could get Jonathan to submit to an enema through one of the games, since he obviously was not shy about showing off his nude body. I invented a "Let's Make A Deal" card game. I cut up a white poster board, that I had, into small cards, about the size of a deck of cards. On some of them, I put numbers with a dollar sign, from 25 cents, up to five dollars, and with a couple of model toys I had. Then, on several more cards, I drew pictures of thermometers (with a round end for rectal use, since we did have a rectal thermometer in the medicine cabinet) and hot-water bottles with hose and nozzles attached. After I had everything ready, I waited until my folks went out for the day. After they left, I called up Jonathan and asked if he wanted to come over and play another game. He would have to bring some quarters with him. He said, "Sure," and, five minutes later, was ringing the doorbell. My dick was already erect when I went to let him in.
"Let's go upstairs, I told him."
"Ok," he said in his little-boy voice.
We went upstairs to my bedroom. "We're going to play a different game today," I remember telling him (Author's note: Though I remember the details vividly, I'm not certain about the dialog, so some of it may or may not be factual. The incidents, of course, are.)
I led him over to my dresser, where I had the game pieces. I took out my old Scrabble game and opened it up and removed the wood game piece holders, placing them end to end along the front of the dresser. Then I took the stack of made-up cards that were sitting on the dresser and, with the stack face down in my hand, began to shuffle them.
"This is a fun game with lots of prizes," I remember telling him, "But, it also has some serious consequences."
He just grinned and said, "Let's play."
After I shuffled the cards, I set them up side by side, with their backs toward us, along the length of the Scrabble holders.
"Okay, here is how the game works," I explained. "You pay me a quarter to pick one card. If you pick a card with money or other prize, you get that prize. But, there are special cards, called consequence cards, too."
"Oh, goody!" he said, grinning.
Jonathan reached into his pocket and pulled out several quarters and gave me one. "Do I pick a card?" he asked. "Yep," I said, "any card." He picked one that had a small cash prize, and I gave him the money.
He won a few more small prizes before finally picking one that had an enema on it. He laughed and, recognizing what it was, asked what to do with it. I explained to him that that was one of three consequence cards, that if the game ended with him holding that card, we would have to go to the bathroom and give him an enema or take his temperature. I told him the only way he can get rid of those type cards would be to pay me two dollars for each one. If he collected all three consequence cards, the game would be over. He didn't quite have enough money to pay me, so he held on to it and chose to play some more. He won several of the models and one more cash prize, but also the thermometer card and the other enema card. He did not have the 6$ to pay me to take all three consequence cards back. Being the nice kid I was, I gave him a chance to give me back everything he won, keep the money he brought with him, and I would take back all of the consequence cards. Or, he could give me two or four dollars for one or two of the cards. He looked at the models and the money and, much to my shock, chose to keep all of them, knowing fully well that he would have to trade the consequence cards for what would happen in the bathroom.
"Okay, the game is over," I told him. "The prizes are yours to keep. But we also have to do the consequences." He just looked up at me and grinned.
"Give me the cards, and we'll go down to the bathroom." I remember my
hands shaking as he handed me the consequence cards. He headed for the
stairway, with me behind him.
Part Five: The Thermometer
We entered the bathroom and I closed the door and locked it. Before I left the bedroom, I grabbed a large, black handkerchief that was left over from a previous Halloween "Pirate" costume. Pointing to a towel on the towel rack, I told Jonathan to grab it and spread it out on the bathroom floor under the towel rack. After he put down the towel, I told him to sit down on it, which he did.
"You want me to take off my clothes?" he asked, with that ever-present wide grin. "Just your shirt and under-shirt," I responded. After he took off his shirts, I knelt down next to him and said, "I'm going to put a blind-fold on you so you can't see what I am doing. It will be more fun that way." Then, he let me put the handkerchief around his eyes, and I tied it tightly behind his eyes.
"Okay, lay back," I said, holding on to his back, " and stretch your legs out in front of you. I will undress you" As he did so, I immediately noticed the small bulge in his pants, indicating an obvious erection. I removed his shoes and socks, then reached up and undid the snap and zipper of his pants, and spread it apart to reveal the front of his white briefs. Sure enough, he had an erection. "Lift up," I told him, as I reached around the back and began to tug down his pants. I worked the pants off of him completely and laid them out of the way, with the rest of his clothes. He now had only his briefs remaining. He, of course, still had a grin on his face.
I got up and went to the medicine cabinet and took out the thermometer and the small jar of Vaseline. I carried them back over to Jonathan and knelt down next to him again. "One of the consequence cards had a thermometer on it," I said. "That means I have to take your temperature. You will have to roll onto your left side." Without hesitation, Jonathan rolled onto his left side, his legs straight out with the right leg on top of the other. I unscrewed the lid on the Vaseline jar and removed the rectal thermometer from its plastic case. Then I reached for his underwear. "Lift up for me," I told him. He raised his hips, and I began sliding down his briefs, purposely letting my hands brush against his buttocks as I did so. His bottom felt cool to the touch, and very smooth and soft. I slid the briefs about halfway down his thighs.
"This won't hurt," I remember telling him, as I put the bulb end of the thermometer into the Vaseline. I withdrew the thermometer and set down the jar, then leaned toward Jonathan's bottom. With my left hand, I lifted his upper buttock to expose the pink hole I had seen so many times during the games. His anus instinctively tightened as I placed the thermometer against it. Pointing it at his belly, I firmly pushed the thermometer until it began to slide past the anal opening. "Ooh, that's cold," Jonathan said as the thermometer slid past the anus, into his rectum. I continued to push the thermometer in until only about a fourth of it was sticking out of his hole, then released his buttock. Leaning back, I could barely see the thermometer sticking out from between those white buns.
"I have to do something else while waiting for your temperature," I told him. "Lay very still, and if the thermometer starts to slide out, let me know."
"Okay," was his response.
I got up and went to the cabinet at the end of the tub and reached up to the top to get the enema equipment. After I took down the equipment, I looked over at Jonathan. He was still laying quietly on his left side, his back to me, with the thermometer still in place. I reached down inside the tub and turned on the hot water, letting it run until it was too hot, then turned on the cold water side and adjusted the temperature until it was just lukewarm, just as if I was preparing it for me. I took the bar soap for the dish and, while holding it under the running water, began to fill the large hot-water bottle until it overflowed.
"What are you doing," Jonathan asked without moving. "You'll see," I
said, turning off the water. I put the connector cap on the bag, then
twisted on one end of the red tubing. Then I closed the clamp and laid
the now full bag on the toilet lid. I opened the little box and took out
the adult size enema nozzle and placed it in the other end of the
tubing. I took another towel and dried of the bag and the toilet lid,
then lifted the lid up. Pointing the nozzle inside the toilet, I opened
the clamp and waited for the water to squirt out, indicating that the
tubing was clear of any air. Clamping it shut, I set it on the floor
next to Jonathan. I went to the cabinet, got the hanger from the top,
then threaded the hook end of the hanger through the hole in the tab of
the enema bag, and hung it on the towel rack, just above Jonathan's hips.
Part Six: Jonathan's First Enema
All this time my own dick was throbbing. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was about to give the handsomest kid I had ever known an enema. There he was, on the floor, naked except for the briefs around the mid-thighs.
"Okay," I said, "Lets see what your temperature is." I lifted his left buttock up to expose his anus with the thermometer still firmly in place. As I touched it, he tightened up, preparing for the withdrawal. I slowly began pulling the thermometer out until the bulb end slipped out. Taking a piece of toilet tissue, I wiped the brown-stained Vaseline and pretended to check his temperature (I didn't know at the time how to read a glass thermometer).
"Your temperature is ok," I said. "Now comes the next step. Lift your
legs up a little." As he did so, I slid his briefs down to his feet,
then off completely. Now he was completely naked.
"Bend your right leg up toward your chest," I said, following the same routine I use when I give myself an enema. "Leave your left leg straight so that you are half on your side and half on your tummy." He followed my instructions without hesitation.
Reaching up, I took down the enema tubing that I had draped over the towel bar. "You remember what the other consequences were?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said quietly. "You know that that means I'm going to give you an enema, right?" He nodded his head. "Don't worry, It won't hurt. I do this to myself all the time," I confessed, as I lubricated the black nozzle.
My hands were now trembling. Using my left thumb and index finger, I gently spread his buttocks apart to expose the pink hole again. I placed the nozzle against his anus and he instinctively tightened up. "Relax," I said. I pressed firmly, until his tight anal muscles parted and the nozzle began sliding in. He didn't move.
"You're going to hear a click, and then you'll feel something flowing into you. It's only water, so don't be afraid. You'll like it," I said, hopefully. With my left hand on his buttocks, I used my right hand to unsnap the clamp with a loud "click."
"Do you feel anything going in?" I asked him. He just nodded, then arched slightly forward and tightened his buttocks as the first urge hit him. I pinched the clamp shut. "I'll let it in just a little at a time so it won't be so hard to hold," I said. "Try to take as much as you can." After a few seconds, he relaxed a little as the water moved past the rectum into his bowels as I had experienced so many times. Then I opened the clamp and allowed a little more of the enema to flow in. Again, he arched forward and tightened up, a signal to stop the flow.
I continued administering the enema this way for about ten or fifteen minutes, noticing his tummy sticking further and further out. He lay there very quietly the whole time as the bag became more and more empty. Finally, he spoke up. "I don't think I can hold anymore," he said. Looking up at the bag, it was nearly empty. He had taken a very large enema for a kid his size. Afraid to push him too far, I said, "Okay, we'll stop here." I spread his now very tight buttocks apart, revealing an anus that was squeezing as hard as it could. I had to pull the nozzle firmly to get it to come out. As it cleared the hole, a little water squirted out of the nozzle on to his anus, a sign of a lot of pressure in his rectum.
"Don't move," I said, as I took another piece of toilet tissue and wiped the Vaseline off both the nozzle, and his anus. After a minute or so, he said he really had to go. I let him sit up, then helped him stand. He was still blind-folded so he needed help getting over to the toilet a few steps away. When he stood up, I noticed his tummy was really round and extended, as mine often was when I took the whole bag. His little dick was still just as hard as ever.
No sooner did Jonathan sit down on the toilet, than he let loose with a torrent. The enema gushed out of him, along with the "plop, plop" of large feces and an occasional fart. Once he released the pressure, the smile returned to his face, and he giggled with each squirt and with each fart.
While I was getting the bag ready for another enema (he still had one
more consequence card left for an enema), he started laughing. Turning
to him, I asked, "What's so funny?"
"I have to pee and I can't," he said, laughing. Looking down at his penis, I realized the problem he was having. He had a firm erection and couldn't get his penis down past the toilet seat. I laughed, too. "Wait a minute," I said, "be right back." I left the bathroom and hurried into the tool shed behind the house. I remembered my folks storing empty jars and cans on a shelf in there. I reached in and grabbed a large class jar, then hurried back into the house and into the bathroom.
Part Seven: "Hurry, I Have to Pee!"
"Hurry," Jonathan yelled out, "I really have to pee." I quickly rinsed the jar in the bathtub then took it over to Jonathan. I placed the open end of the jar over his penis, then lowered it until the bottom was lower than the top. I was just in the nick of time as the light yellow stream began to shoot from the slit in Jonathan's penis. I held the jar for him as he squirted the urine against the side of the jar. I heard another stream, but that one came from Jonathan's rear end as the last of the enema squirted out. I honestly don't remember him complaining about the cramping that usually accompanies a soapy enema I wondered if he even had them.
After he squirted the last of the urine from his still erect penis, I set the half-filled jar down next to the toilet. "Are you finished yet," I asked, noticing that his tummy was flat and muscular again. "I think so," he said, starting to get up. "Wait a minute," I said. "Your butt is probably a mess." I remember mine always was after a large enema. I pulled off a large wad of toilet tissue and told him to bend way over. "Just lift your bottom a little so I can reach behind you." After he bent over, I reached behind him with the toilet tissue and wiped off his rear end. It became instantly soaked with brown enema water. After several more wiping, he stood up and lifted the blindfold, then turned around and stared into the toilet bowl. I had not flushed it yet. The water was dark brown, with soap bubbles floating on top. He didn't say a word, just stood there, his little penis still sticking straight out, staring at what used to be the contents of his bowels. Then he noticed the enema bag that I was refilling in the tub.
"You can take the blindfold off," I told him. "You still have one more consequence card."
"You're going to give me another one?" he asked. "Yep," I replied, "but
this one will be much easier since you don't have all that pooh in you."
He watched as I prepared the equipment. I followed the same steps as
with the first one, but this time, without the soap. "The last one had
soap in it," I explained. "This one is just plain warm water. And you
can watch it go in."
Part Eight: Jonathan's Second Enema
He watched as I finished preparing the equipment and hung it back up on the towel bar. "I pointed to the towel and said, "Lay back down, on your back this time." He got back down on the towel and laid on his back, his hard penis pointing up his abdomen. I knelt down next to him, reached for the enema tube, and lubricated it, aware that Jonathan was watching my every move, and occasionally looking at what must have seemed like an awful big bag of water hanging above him.
"Pull your knees toward your chest, but keep them spread apart," I instructed him. He pulled his legs up, his knees almost touching his chest and his feet sticking in the air. In that position, his pink hole was fully exposed. "This is going to feel just like the first time," I said, as I sat down and crossed my legs. I placed the nozzle against his anus and, again, he tightened up. I pushed the nozzle slowly into his anus, continuing to push until it was completely inserted. "Okay, you can put your feet down, but keep your knees bent," I told him, while holding the tube in place.
"Watch the bag and try to take it all in this time," I said, as I snapped open the clamp. He almost immediately tightened his anal muscles. In that position, I could watch his hole tighten with the urges and relax when they passed. I could tell the enema was more comfortable for him as he took more of it between stops. During the enema, I kept recalling the "early" days when I was Jonathan's age and was giving myself these very same enemas in those very same positions in the very same spot. I could literally feel my own rectum tighten up with an imaginary enema while watching Jonathan take his, his belly slowly getting bloated like mine did. I told Jonathan, while he lay there, about my own enemas and told him he should start giving himself enemas. He just giggled, between grunts, of course.
I recalled seeing the bag become flat as Jonathan took the last of the enema. I slowly withdrew the nozzle and, again, a little water, that had been pushed back up the tubing by the strong urges he was now experiencing, squirted from the end of the nozzle. I wiped off the nozzle and his anus and told him to hold it for a few minutes. After doing so, he got up quickly and went to the toilet. This time, there was just the gushing of water since the larger feces had been cleaned out with the first enema. I had already emptied out the "pee" jar when I flushed the toilet earlier, so I got it ready as Jonathan still had an erection.
After Jonathan peed in the jar and wiped off his penis, I suggested he
masturbate. "What's that, he said grinning. "Just put your hand around
your dick like this" (I curved my fingers around and moved my hand back
and forth as if I were masturbating). He put his little hand around his
penis and started sliding it back and forth. He started taking deep
breaths and then let out a loud "Oh!" just as another gush of water shot
from his butt. Then his penis got soft for the first time since he
walked in the door. "Wow!" was all he could say, then he grinned at me.
In all probability, Jonathan just had his first orgasm!
Part Nine: Sore
After I wiped him, he got dressed and said he better get home before his mother started looking for him. After he went out the door, I turned toward the bathroom, glancing at the clock. It had been about two and a half hours since he first walked in the door. My folks weren't due for another couple of hours, yet. As I entered the bathroom to clean and put everything away, I became aware of a very uncomfortable wetness in my pants. After closing the door, I pulled my pants down and looked in my underwear. I was so focused on Jonathan, that I was only vaguely aware of my own throbbing dick, which I might add, was still completely hairless at that age. I was shocked by what I saw. The front of my underwear was soaked and filled with sticky cum. I was unaware during that I had had several orgasms while giving Jonathan his enemas, not to mention pre-cum!
I was panicked because I didn't want my mom to see my underwear with all that stuff in it. I stripped down and took the bar soap and began scrubbing my underwear under the bathtub faucet. My mind apparently went from the underwear to Jonathan. Remembering that my folks were not due home for several hours yet, I figured what the heck! I draped my somewhat clean but wet underwear over the edge of the sink and grabbed the enema equipment off the towel bar. Instead of putting it away, I proceeded to refill the bag with warm, soapy water. I hung the equipment back on the towel bar and laid down on the same towel that Jonathan had just laid on. Lying on my left side, I inserted the nozzle into my own rectum, feeling every inch of the cold nozzle sliding past my anus, as Jonathan must surely have. I tried very hard to put myself in Jonathan's place as I listened to the "click" of the clamp, then felt the warm flow against the inside walls of my rectum. I felt every urge as he did. I took my time, taking a good twenty minutes to get every drop of the enema in me. I looked at my own swollen tummy. Then, without any warning, I ejaculated, splattering large sticky wads of cum against the baseboard of the bathroom wall. I ejaculated again while expelling the enema. By this time, my little balls and my dick were sore. After cleaning up and putting everything away, I took a quick bath, then headed for my room. I was exhausted and took a long nap before mom woke me up in time for dinner.
The timing for Jonathan's enemas couldn't have been better. Three weeks later, his father got a promotion and a transfer. Jonathan and Greg and the rest of their family moved out of the city, and I never saw him or Greg again. I would not forget the first time I had given another boy an enema. It was not the last time, either. For only a month later, one of my aunts came to visit and left her 8-year old son, Scott, with us while she and her husband went on a "second honeymoon".
But, that's another chapter.


text:
California's uninsured rate has steadily dropped since the implementation of the Affordable Care Act in 2014. In 2013, California's uninsured rate was 17%. In 2016, California's uninsured rate reached a historic low of 7.1%, according to estimates from the National Health Interview Survey (NHIS). There are currently less than 3 million uninsured Californians.
Estimates from the NHIS represent the most current information on the uninsured. Current estimates of California's remaining uninsured vary from 7.1% to 8.6% depending on which source is used and the timeframe for the estimate. All of these sources do reflect the dramatic drop in California's uninsured rate post ACA implementation.
Hospital Data – OSHPD 2014
Below are detailed excel sheets of the 2014 Office of Statewide Health Planning and Development (OSHPD) hospital utilization and financial data. As 2014 marks the start of ACA implementation, the data is a good measure of the changes that took place as a result of the law. Hospitals were analyzed by region, […] more
2015 Workgroup Summaries
ITUP conducts a series of regional and statewide issue workgroups every year and provides executive summaries of all proceedings. These summaries provide an overview of the main topics of discussion, ranging from local enrollment success and challenges, local reform initiatives, and developing issues that stakeholders are grappling with. Regional Workgroups […] more
2015 Workgroups
ITUP conducted a series of regional and statewide issue workgroups in 2015. Regional workgroups are hosted throughout the state and focus on the health needs of local communities. The statewide issue workgroups focus on key health reform implementation issues facing California. Executive summaries are available here to provide an overview of […] more
Impressions from the Covered California Bus Tour — the Central Valley and Central Coast
|November 17, 2015
|Posted by Lucien Wulsin under Blog, California HBEX, Central Coast, Central Valley, Insurance Exchange, Insurance Exchange News, Public Coverage, Public Coverage News
The first stop was the Fresno Call Center, one of the three California call centers, where about 450 people work during the Open Enrollment. They handle about 14,000 calls a day from all over the state; they peak at over 20,000 calls. Five of the staff travelled on the bus […] more
2014 and 2013 Workgroups
ITUP conducts a series of regional and statewide issue workgroups every year and provides executive summaries of all proceedings in addition to compiling relevant materials for workgroup. Below you can find all of the materials from the 2013 and 2014 Workgroups: 2014 ITUP hosted seven regional workgroups in 2014. To […] more
2013 OSHPD Clinic and Hospital Data Summaries
|January 7, 2015
|Posted by Kiwon Yoo under Bay Area, Central Coast, Central Valley, Health Financing, Inland Empire, Medi-Cal, North Central, North Rural, Public Coverage, The Uninsured
The attachments below are data overviews of OSHPD's 2013 utilization and financial data for clinics and hospitals. Providers were analyzed by region, as well as by type. For the purposes of our analyses, non-comparable facilities (Kaiser, Shriners) were excluded. more

subset: commoncrawl


text:
Real Estate Law
Have Real Estate Law Questions? Ask a Real Estate Lawyer.
Hi, I will be happy to assist you, and it is my goal to make you a very satisfied customer! This may take a few minutes, so thanks for your patience.
Yes, it was or is a month to month tenancy (a periodic tenancy) and a 3-day notice was sufficient to terminate the lease for non-payment of rent. After he leaves, you can sue him for unpaid rental amounts and any damages caused (not normal wear and tear). Small claims court would be fine if your damages are not greater than $7,500 or you are willing to waive your right to collect any damages in excess of $7,500.
Here is a guide to small claims cases:
Here is a guide to other small claims matters:
If he refuses to leave, you'll need to file for an eviction. here is information on that process:
Please let me know if I can provide additional assistance.
Is there any other faster way to get judgement (yes, well below $7,500) besides small claims court. Also he is leaving 5/3/2013. Can I charge him for the month of May or any part of a month. He always paid cash and I do have accurate record of what was paid, and what was not. Will this present a problem if we go to court and he says he paid?
No, small claims court would be the quickest. You can charge him through the date that 3 days after termination pursuant to your notice, plus any amount of time he stayed after that time (on a pro rated basis). If he paid in cash, he'll have a problem proving he paid when you say he didn't and you have a record of receipts and deposits to show he didn't pay. Shouldn't be a problem on your end.
Also, the lease (that he never signed) stated that there would be a late fee if paid after the 5th of the month. Can I charge that fee too?
Thank you, you were very helpful. Linda
One final question. My rental was rented by a married couple, and they are now filing for divorce. I rented to them both and both lived there. I am trying to make agreement with husband to pay me, but she will not agree to anything. If I work out an agreement with him, can I just file the judgement against her only? I am aware of the joint and severally issue and wonder if this would be possible.


text:
Guests include NFL Network insider Michael Lombardi who goes around the league with the latest news. Also on the show is boxing royalty as Sugar Ray Leonard joins for a brief visit from NFL headquarters in New York. And speaking of royalty, one of the best color men in the broadcast booth stops by as Jim Brockmire joins the Rich Eisen Podcast in-studio. Brockmire's struggles and on-air meltdown were well documented by the folks at Funny or Die, but we thought this legend could use a second chance so we asked him to countdown the top NFL plays of September. For those of you listening to the podcast via iTunes or online be sure to check out NFL.com/richeisen to watch the video in full. Its HI-larious. Enjoy, and thanks for listening. Read
Tag Archives: Michael Lombardi
Rich Eisen Podcast: Jim Brockmire, Sugar Ray Leonard and Michael Lombardi
Rich Eisen Podcast: LaVar Arrington, Michael Lombardi, Kara Henderson and The Worm
NFL Network insider Michael Lombardi joins Rich to discuss the latest happenings from around the league and which teams he thinks will be in contention for a trip to Indianapolis in February to play in Super Bowl XLVI. Next up on the podcast Rich phones up the former 3X Pro Bowl linebacker and current D.C. sports radio personality LaVar Arrington to discuss what he's been up too of late as well as what's going on in the our nation's capitol and who will be under center come week 1 for the Redskins. Arrington gives his thoughts on head coach Mike Shanahan and how the relationship between former QB Donovan McNabb and offensive coordinator Kyle Shanahan may have been what ultimately led to McNabb's benching and subsequent trade. The former 2-Time All-American linebacker at Penn State also shares jabs with Rich about the state of his beloved Wolverines and the legendary JoePa. Finally the show wraps up with the darling of the podcast as Kara Henderson makes her return after a few weeks away from the show. She's joined by former NFL Network Sr. Producer Jason Wormser a.k.a. 'The Worm' as a myriad of topics are covered by the trio. Read
The UNLOCKED Podcast: Barry Sanders, Marshall Faulk, Dan Patrick, Thomas Dimitroff plus Lombardi and LaCanfora
Guests include Barry Sanders, Marshall Faulk, Dan Patrick, Thomas Dimitroff plus Lombardi and LaCanfora. After 136 long days the doors have finally, finally opened back up and football is not only back, it's back with a bang. The free agency frenzy that was predicted on last week's podcast with Peter King has come into fruition and is in full effect. So what better way to start off this week's podcast then with two of the best inside men in the business. NFL Networks Jason LaCanfora and Michael Lombardi, who have broken the news on a plethora of the free agent moves that have taken place thus far, join Rich to share some of the latest team moves and the reasons behind them. If their infinite wisdom doesn't drive it home for you enough we get the perspective of a man who is going through it firsthand as Rich phones up our resident podcast GM from Atlanta Thomas Dimitroff to find out what the past 72 hours have really been like from the inside. The scene then changes from friendly confines of the NFL Studios in Culver City, CA to the rainy streets of New York City and Bryant Park where the 2011 EA Sports Madden Pigskin Pro-Am event was taking place. There Rich sits down with Dan Patrick to discuss the latest news and touch on some of the memorable moments of the past week. Next up from New York is a sit-down with two of the greatest running backs to ever play the game as Rich sits down with Hall of Famer Barry Sanders, and soon to be Hall inductee Marshall Faulk. It's a must listen and great lead up to next weekend's events in Canton. The podcast wraps by tying up a few loose ends from last week's podcast and our Breaking Bad DVD giveaway via the official Twitter page of the podcast @TheEisenPodcast. Be sure to listen all the way through for the winners and how to claim your prize. As always, thanks for listening. Read
Rich Eisen Podcast: Kevin James, John Legend, Dhani Jones, Michael Lombardi and Kara Henderson
Guests include Bengals LB and world traveler Dhani Jones who discusses the state of the Carson-less Bengals and his new book "The Sportsman". Next up is big time New York Jets fan and the star of the upcoming film "Zookeeper" actor Kevin James phones in to discuss his new flick (in theaters July 8th) along with his love of the Jets and his once upon a 4.64 40-yard dash time. 9-time Grammy award winner John Legend joins the Podcast for the second time from his 50 city world tour to discuss life on the road, how the lockout is affecting his Fantasy Football draft state-of-mind and the state of his much maligned Buckeyes. The show wraps up with the 'Darling of the Podcast' Kara Henderson alongside Michael Lombardi who introduces the "Let's Be Honest" segment with the latest news on the lockout front. The conversation then quickly devolves into what may potentially become the first ever "Podcast Pair" as Kara's plan to hook up her son's kindergarten teacher with one of the show's producers is set in motion. Enjoy and don't forget to check out the TV version of the podcast airing Thursday nights at 8pm ET on NFL Network and be sure to follow us on twitter as well @TheEisenPodcast. Read
Book Club Podcast: Rex Ryan, Rob Lowe, Marshall Faulk, Michael Lombardi and Kara Henderson
For the first-time in the short history of this podcast (celebrating nine months!) the number of authors on our guest-list nearly eclipsed the number of football-related guests. And, yes, I'm counting Rex Ryan as an author. The man best known … Read
Rich Eisen Podcast: Ray Lewis, Michael Lombardi, Gabe Feldman and Kara Henderson
Guests include Ravens LB Ray Lewis, NFLN's legal expert Gabe Feldman and Kara Henderson alongside NFL insider Michael Lombardi. Read
The Rich Eisen Podcast: Jeff Saturday, Michael Lombardi and Rob Riggle
Guests include Colts C and NFLPA executive committee member Jeff Saturday, NFL Network insider Michael Lombardi, and Actor/Comedian Rob Riggle. Read
99.9 percent CBA-Free Podcast: Blaine Gabbert, Charles Davis, Michael Lombardi and Nick Bakay
Guests include Mizzou QB Blaine Gabbert, Michael Lombardi, Charles Davis, and Nick Bakay. Read
Divisional Podcast: Matt Hasselbeck, Troy Polamalu, Al Michaels and Adam Carolla
Guests include Troy Polamalu, Adam Carolla, Matt Hasselbeck, Al Michaels, and Michael Lombardi Read
Moss-a-Palooza 2: Cardiovascular Endurance Edition
Guests: Jay Glazer and Michael Lombardi discuss Brad Childress and Randy Moss Read


text:
Cards' All-Star hopefuls need fan, peer votes
LOS ANGELES -- All-Star ballots have been distributed in Major League clubhouses across the country, this time so players can vote for their peers. That player vote will be wrapped up by the weekend and will play a key role in filling out the two All-Star Game rosters.
While the fans choose the starters for each position (besides pitcher), the group of reserves is determined through the player vote and then manager selection. All-Star rosters will be unveiled next weekend. Players are provided with stat packets in addition to their ballot to help in the process.
The Cardinals have had at least one player elected as a starter in each of the last five seasons, the longest active streak in the National League. Extending it will depend upon support from the fans. As of the most recent vote total release, the Cardinals had four position players -- Yadier Molina (first), Matt Carpenter (fourth), Jhonny Peralta (fourth) and Matt Adams (fifth) -- in the top 5 at their respective positions. Matt Holliday (12th) and Allen Craig (13th) dented the top 15 outfield list.
Fans can cast their votes for starters at MLB.com -- online or on a mobile device -- using the 2014 All-Star Game MLB.com Ballot Sponsored by Experian until Thursday, July 3, at 10:59 p.m. CT. The 2014 All-Star Game will be played at Target Field on Tuesday, July 15 on FOX.
Jenifer Langosch is a reporter for MLB.com. Read her blog, By Gosh, It's Langosch, and follow her on Twitter @LangoschMLB. This story was not subject to the approval of Major League Baseball or its clubs.


text:
2011 MTV EMAs Red Carpet Looks
All of the Beauty Looks From The MTV EMAs
All of the Beauty Looks From The MTV EMAs
At the 2011 MTV Europe Music Awards in Belfast, Northern Ireland, celebrities walked the hot pink carpet with some outrageous hair and makeup looks. Host Selena Gomez looked pretty with all of her costume and beauty changes and everyone else sported a unique style of their own.
0previous images
-24more images


text:
Paris (May. 27)
President Francois Mitterrand said today that France will continue to honor all international agreements and contracts signed by previous administrations.
Mitterrand, who was addressing the first session of his newly appointed government, stressed, however, that his administration will not follow his predecessor's foreign policy and that the new government will decide on new negotiations and commercial contracts. Mitterrand was referring, according to Elysee spokesman Pierre Beregovoy, to French arms deals with the various Arab countries.
France's new Foreign Minister, Claude Cheysson, later explained that the new administration will develop its own foreign policy in the Middle East within the next few months. "We are starting off by implementing the outgoing administration's policy (on the Middle East). We are bound by a number of (official) declarations and resolutions which we will faithfully respect. It is only in coming months that France's (new) positions will become clear."
Socialist sources close to the new government stress that Mitterrand intends to honor all his pre-electoral pledges but has to start off with implementing existing international contracts and obligations. The sources say that the new administration's attitude will become clear at a future date and that Israel and France's Jewish community will not be disappointed with the new administration.
Mitterrand's words during the campaign were far more ambitious than some of his Jewish supporters interpreted them at the time. In his reply to a questionnaire by the Representative Council of Jewish Organizations of France, two days before the election, Mitterrand stuck mainly to generalities and made no clear-cut commitments. Israeli and Jewish circles believe that the new administration should be given the necessary time to work out its own foreign policy and negotiate its own agreements.


text: Oh thanks for this. This is just what I wanted. I was thinking about just holding fast to my KCCC this season, which I still might do, but I really like the idea of mixing the AOMM with a firmer gel, and I am now dying to try the PM gel, since it's avaiable on the ground. One last question: do you use a glycerin-free leave-in or do you trust the castor oil to seal in all in?


text:
A. LINCOLN: A PIONEER TALE Set for Lincoln Amphitheatre, Summer 2014
President Lincoln grew up in Indiana. "My childhood-home I see again, And gladden with the view: And still as mem'ries crowd my brain, There's sadness in it too," said President Lincoln in reference to his Indiana homestead. President Lincoln turned 205 this year. He is worldly recognized as one of the nation's most regarded presidents, but to Hoosiers, he is also remembered for spending his formative years walking the Indiana frontier.
In 1816, Thomas, Nancy, Sarah, and Abraham Lincoln moved from their home in Kentucky to the new state of Indiana. The nation's 16th president lived in a one-room log cabin from the time he was seven until the age of 21. In Indiana, he studied by candlelight, received his one-year of formal education, took two flatboat trips to New Orleans, and suffered the great losses of both his beloved mother and sister.
On the land of Indiana's Lincoln, sits a 1500-seat, covered amphitheatre named for the 16th president himself, Lincoln Amphitheatre. Built in the 1980s, the community visionaries behind the building of the amphitheatre wanted to tell the little known story of Lincoln's Indiana years to the nation through theatre. During the summer months, visitors can witness those stories come to life in the outdoor musical drama taking to stage for its third season this summer, A.Lincoln: A Pioneer Tale.
A. Lincoln: A Pioneer Tale is written and directed by Ken Jones, the resident playwright for Northern Kentucky University. Jones hopes audiences not only will enjoy the theatrical spectacle of the large dance and choral numbers, but walk away with a sense of joy and pride that a young pioneer boy could grow up to be one of the greatest leaders of all time.
"Our 16th President was homegrown in Indiana. I feel that we all know a lot about the President Lincoln, the civil war leader... but there are so many stories of the boy. I learned so many things about Abe's friends and family, and I believe that those friends and family sculpted this great leader," Jones said.
President Lincoln acts as the narrator in A. Lincoln: A Pioneer Tale. The production begins with a scene between President Lincoln and his two boys Willie and Tad. His two sons begin to ask their father questions about his Indiana boyhood years. As President Lincoln starts to answer his sons' questions, the scene fades and his stories come to life on the very grounds they took place.
A. Lincoln: A Pioneer Tale runs tonight, June 19 to July 26, Wednesday through Saturday evenings with matinees on Wednesday, June 25 and Sunday, July 13.


text:
wheelsman is a valid word in this word list. For a definition, see the external dictionary links below.
The word "wheelsman" uses 9 letters: A E E H L M N S W.
No direct anagrams for wheelsman found in this word list.
Words formed by adding one letter before or after wheelsman (in bold), or to aeehlmnsw in any order:
i - meanwhiles
Try a search for wheelsman in these online resources (some words may not be found):
Wiktionary - OneLook Dictionaries - Merriam-Webster - Google Search
Each search will normally open in a new window.
List all words starting with wheelsman, words containing wheelsman or words ending with wheelsman
All words formed from wheelsman by changing one letter
Other words with the same letter pairs: wh he ee el ls sm ma an
Browse words starting with wheelsman by next letter
Previous word in list: wheels
Next word in list: wheelsmen
Some random words: jealous re naif lyard pochard ruana fetlock
This is not a dictionary, it's a word game wordfinder.
- Help and FAQ - Examples - Home
Privacy and Cookies Policy - Share - © Copyright 2004-2017 Morewords.com - 17.265mS


text:
Wed Aug 1, 2012, 11:59 PM
applegrove (78,060 posts)
"The Palin Effect" by Ross Douthat at NYTimes
The Palin Effect
by Ross Douthat at NYTimes
Sarah Palin may have done wonders for Tina Fey, MSNBCs ratings and the reality-television industry in general, but shes made this years Republican veepstakes vastly less interesting to handicap. The fear of repeating a Palin-style choice, a gamble that worked out badly for both members of 2008s Republican ticket, has dramatically shortened the plausible list of Mitt Romneys running mates.
It is highly unlikely, for instance, that the presumptive Republican nominee will select either of his partys most promising female officeholders, New Hampshire Senator Kelly Ayotte and New Mexico Gov. Susana Martinez, because both have less than two years of political experience in statewide office, and the parallels with the Palin pick would probably dominate the news coverage at the outset.
Its also unlikely that Romney will go with Marco Rubio of Florida, darling of the right and Great Hispanic Hope though he may be, because of basically similar considerations. Rubio is light on experience and relatively new to the national stage, and even though the various controversies in his past over his credit card expenditures as a Florida officeholder, over the way his Web site described his parents departure from Cuba, over his friendship with a Florida congressman whos been investigated by the I.R.S. mostly look like pseudoscandals, there are enough of them to spook a campaign wary of a replay of the McCain campaigns Troopergate headaches.
The memory of the way Palins star tended to eclipse McCains even when she wasnt going rogue, meanwhile, has probably reduced Romneys appetite for picking a mercurial, celebrity-like figure. Hence the long odds against New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie, who might otherwise have been an obvious pick, and the even longer odds against the perpetually underestimated (though not, one assumes, by veterans of Romneys 2008 campaign) Mike Huckabee, who might otherwise have been an interesting dark horse choice.
2 replies, 1392 views
Always highlight: 10 newest replies | Replies posted after I mark a forum
Replies to this discussion thread
|2 replies
"The Palin Effect" by Ross Douthat at NYTimes (Original post)
|Aug 2012
|Major Hogwash
|Aug 2012
|Aug 2012
Response to applegrove (Original post)
Thu Aug 2, 2012, 07:41 AM
Major Hogwash (17,656 posts)
1. Well, with Romney at the top of their ticket, they don't have far to go down before they bottom out
Admittedly they were scraping the bottom of the barrel in 2008 by choosing Sister Sarah, but they had a bona fide, racist, fire-breathing, Republican Senator who had served for several terms in the Senate as their Presidential candidate back in 2008.
This time around, they have a hemming and hawing, flip-flopping, double-talking, taking-every-side-of-the-issue, rich asshat as their candidate.
Hell, if Romney picked Einstein to be his running mate, they'd still be behind Obama-Biden because Romney is the drag on the GOP ticket this year, not his choice for veep candidate.
Romney might as well pick Howdy Doody this year, and go through the motions, so we can get back to solving the problems that Bush created in this country when he was in the White House.
Response to applegrove (Original post)
Thu Aug 2, 2012, 07:59 AM
davidpdx (22,000 posts)
2. Romney is going to go with the safe pick which is a white man
Meaning a Pawlenty, Ryan type pick.


text:
Villanova University Athletics Licensing
- Villanova University Trademarks
- The Licensing Process
- Labor Conditions
- Guidelines and Process
- Affiliations
- Mission and Contacts
- Code of Conduct and Affiliations
- Download Athletics Logos
Welcome to the Villanova University Licensing web page. Founded in 1842, Villanova University has established itself as one of the premiere institutions of higher education in the world. Along with a commitment to academic excellence, Villanova University has also established itself as one of the top athletic programs in the country with memberships in the high profile Big East Conference and Colonial Athletic Association (football only). Villanova University is located just outside the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, which is the fourth largest media market in the United States. As a result of these factors Villanova University enjoys a high demand for products and merchandise that bear its marks. This web page is designed to help promote and protect our licensing program, as well as to help educate. The licensing program at Villanova University has been established in order to help uphold the reputation of the University as well as to advance its recognition in the public arena. If you are interested in becoming a Villanova University Licensee all the information you need is provided in this web site.


text:
Eugene Mirman, Kristen Schaal and John Hodgman @ The Pabst Theater
Oct. 18, 2013
While the Pabst Foundation has done a brilliant job
bringing more standup comedy to the city, Milwaukee sadly lacks some of the
basic infrastructure that would draw in even more of the cutting edge. It takes
a pretty big name to justify booking the Riverside Theater, or even Turner Hall
Ballroom, and if you're not a well-established headliner, there aren't a lot of
mid-size theaters as an alternative, just smaller clubs, most of which fall
beneath your station. One route for well-known, but niche, comics trying to
punch above their weight is to band together, as Eugene Mirman, Kristen Schaal
and John Hodgman, all extremely funny but by no means household names, did for
this particular tour.
The show opened with a collection of Hodgman's cellphone videos of the trio exploring Milwaukee, after which the co-headliners emerged for some collective crowd work, finding plenty of unexpected inspiration at the expense of a presumptuous, seat-hopping audience member, who for some reason wasn't wearing any shoes. Dubbed the "Sandwich to Go" tour, the only justification for the title is a tradition wherein an audience member presents a sandwich unique to the city that's hosting them. Representing Milwaukee, oddly, was a Sheboygan steak sandwich, whatever the hell that is, which largely failed to leave any noticeable impression. After sharing the stage for a while, they broke off for individual standup sets, starting with Eugene Mirman.
Mirman, who at age of four emigrated from the USSR
to Boston, a standup town if there ever was one, is probably best known for
parts on "Flight of the Conchords," Adult Swim's "Delocated" and the criminally underrated "Bob's Burgers." His material is drawn
from his own life, but not in your usual observational mode; instead something mundane
like getting a parking ticket spins off into him placing a deranged, vengeful
ad in a small town tourist guide, and a trip to Mexico ends with him and R.E.M.
frontman Michael Stipe being robbed by the local police. It's easy to point out
the trivial absurdities of life, but Mirman takes them all to the extreme.
Next up was Mirman's "Flight of the Conchords" and "Bob's Burgers" co-star Kristen Schaal, who also left a big impression as the psychotic NBC page Hazel Wassername on "30 Rock." On her own she's a bright, sly standup, who's voice is all at once self-deprecating, silly and utterly fearless. She warned the audience at the outset that there would be a lot of vagina jokes, and she definitely followed through on that, which isn't to say she was going for easy laughs. As blue as it got, any nasty language, even the extended "taint-ologues" speech, wasn't just shock, but part of a larger skewering of sex and celebrity, delivered with her disarming Gracie Allen awkwardness.
The third headliner was John Hodgman, regular "Daily Show" contributor and author of an indispensable three-volume set of fake encyclopedias. The last time he was in town, Hodgman was in the midst of his apocalyptic "Deranged Millionaire" phase, but here he embraced a more classical standup approach, which proved a very natural transition as he related anecdotes about his newfound taste for marijuana and a humiliating college tour. He did, however, make time to enthusiastically perform some of the satirical "Ask Ayn" (as in Rand) advice columns he's been writing recently, complete with old-lady dress and ukulele accompaniment. Individually, all three of tonight's comics would be worth seeing, but together they're not to be missed.


text:
Chicken thigh stovetop
Recipes / Chicken thigh stovetop (1000+)
Marinated Chicken Thighs
3447 views
freshly grnd pepper to taste, 8 chicken thighs, 1 bunch green onions, cuisine: American
Apricot Chicken Thighs
1265 views
Mustard, 1/2 tsp Grnd Ginger, 6 x Chicken thighs(2 lb),skinned, 12 x Dry Apricot halves
Braised Chicken Thighs Over Polenta
1515 views
Salt and black pepper to taste, 4 x chicken thighs, 2 Tbsp. extra virgin olive oil, 1 sm
Braised Chicken Thighs With Peppers And Olives
1435 views
Chicken Thighs With Peppers And Olives, ingredients: 12 x skinless, boneless chicken
Broiled Chicken Thighs In Yogurt
3819 views
Broiled Chicken Thighs In Yogurt, ingredients: 2 1/2 lb Chicken thighs (8 thighs), 1 c
Chicken Thighs
1212 views
Chicken Thighs, ingredients: 3 lb skinless chicken thighs, 3/4 c. salsa (mild, medium or
Chicken Thighs Cacciatore
1223 views
Chicken Thighs Cacciatore, ingredients: 8 x chicken thighs skinned if you like, 1/4 tsp
Chicken Thighs In Cornflakes And Sesame Seeds
701 views
Chicken Thighs In Cornflakes And Sesame Seeds, ingredients: 8 x Chicken thighs, 4 x
Chicken Thighs In Cranberry Wine Sauce And Cranberry Snap
1021 views
water Knob of butter, 6 x Boneless chicken thighs, 2 tsp Plain flour, 2 Tbsp. Extra
Chicken Thighs In Honey Sesame Marinade
1288 views
Chicken Thighs In Honey Sesame Marinade, ingredients: 1 c. Honey, 1/4
Groups / Chicken thigh stovetop (0)
Chicken/Poultry Recipes Only
1856 members
to just poultry recipes, using turkey, chicken, duck etc., main ingredient: Poultry
Ain't No Thing Butta Chicken & Pig Wings
41 members
sauces. A great replacement for chicken wings. Just like chicken wings, you can find
Roman Nights
122 members
and a number of small plates including roasted chicken, sausage, and greens - all prepared
Buying Chicken
12 members
Buying Chicken, Tips on how and where to get the best birds
Chinese Food Lovers
16 members
chinese food,my favourites being kung po chicken,chicken satay and chow mein.I am looking
Themes / Chicken thigh stovetop (0)
A Guide to Grilling Chicken
and useful links to get things started! Chicken is the easiest thing to grill, when
the best chicken noodle soup I ever et !
very best from scratch chicken noodle soup, main ingredient: Chicken, cook method: Boil
Angela's Healthy Meals
Better, Use white chicken breast less fat , main ingredient: Chicken, cook method: Grill
Country Cooking
Country Cooking, I love fried chicken,mashed taters,corn-bread & sweet iced tea!! Now That
Cook eat share
fry,chicken fry,but i also enjoy italin and spanish. , main ingredient: Chicken, cook
Trusted Results with Chicken thigh stovetop
Chicken Rice Stovetop Recipe | Group Recipes
Our most trusted Chicken Rice Stovetop recipes. Reviewed by millions of home cooks.
Cooks.com - Recipes - Grilled Chicken Thighs
GRILLED CHICKEN THIGHS AND GREEN ONIONS WITH RICE. In medium mixing ... GRILLED CHICKEN THIGHS WITH GARLIC BUTTER. Flatten thighs to a 1/4 ... minutes, turning ...
chicken thighs stove top Recipes at Epicurious.com
We are unable to find an exact match for: chicken thighs stove top. ... Chicken Thighs with Creole Mustard-Orange Sauce Bon Appétit, September 1998 ...
Chicken Rotini Stovetop Casserole - All Recipes
Rotini pasta tossed with chicken, bell pepper and a creamy herb sauce - all prepared on the stovetop! Very quick and easy recipe. Can improvise to certain tastes, and ...
Simple Stovetop Amish Chicken - All Recipes
In my family, we call this simple stove top recipe for chicken Chicken Pot Pie. It is not very pie like, but a very classic German/Amish dish. ...
Stovetop Sweet And Sour Chicken Recipe | Group Recipes
Our most trusted Stovetop Sweet And Sour Chicken recipes. Reviewed by millions of home cooks.
Stovetop Capers And Chicken Recipe | Group Recipes
Our most trusted Stovetop Capers And Chicken recipes. Reviewed by millions of home cooks.


text:
Diagnosis of autismBMJ 2004; 328 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.328.7433.226-a (Published 22 January 2004) Cite this as: BMJ 2004;328:226
View Full Text
Current epidemic has social context
- Sami Timimi, consultant child and adolescent psychiatrist (firstname.lastname@example.com)
- Ash Villa, Sleaford, Lincolnshire NG34 8QA
EDITOR—In their article on the diagnosis of autism Baird et al completely ignore context.1 They focus on an explanation within the child for the rapid rise in rates of diagnosis, implying that the only cultural factor affecting this has been low rates of recognition in the past.
The immaturity of children may be a …
Sign in
Log in using your username and password
Log in through your institution
Free trial
Register for a free trial to thebmj.com to receive unlimited access to all content on thebmj.com for 14 days.
Sign up for a free trial
Article Access
Article access for 1 day
The PDF version can be downloaded as your personal record
* prices do not include VAT


text:
« Making Progress |
| Charity Tuesdays »
Got some time to waste? I found this picture of a cotton shawl I crocheted a few years ago and thought it might make a fun jigsaw puzzle. Just click the arrow button to go to JigZone and solve the puzzle :)
Posted at 12:52 PM in Funny (In a Good Way) | Permalink
The comments to this entry are closed.


text:
Set of two cotton sauce mop replacement heads. The sauce mop is great for applying your favorite basting mixtures, flavored butters, glazes, and barbecue sauces. The all cotton brush head detaches for easy soaking and cleaning.
Click here for the Sauce Mop.
Click here for the Sauce Mop and Bucket Set.
Store Recipes:


text:
"It is more blessed to give than receive"
Upload unique instruction to get 10 extra points right after my approve.
Upload unique instruction to get 10 extra points right after my approve.
Click on advertise to get +3 extra point.
Personal stash of Nitrojoe (beta version)
Home > Browse instructions > Hints > Request instruction > Add kit instruction > Register > Login > Hall of fame > Guest book > About
Latest stash update:
- P-51C Mustang "Red Tails" with ground vehicle by jaxi666
- BMW Z1 by jaxi666
- Pz.Kpfw.VI Ausführung E (Sd.Kfz.181) TIGER 1 (Early production) by Grizzly
- Junkers Ju87D-5 Stuka by makulula
- F-105G THUNDERCHIEF by Monchai
- Hawker Hunter F.Mk6 by ugrKitInst
- C-47 Skytrain by Howie
- McDonnell F-4 J Phantom II is wanted by Thanos
- Hawker Hurricane MkI/IIB by bkb43
- Hawker Hurricane Mk I by bkb43
- Korea National Treasure Sungnye Gate by Peter_D
- Pz.Kpfw. VI Tiger I Ausf. E Sd.Kfz. 181 late production (3 in 1) is wanted by Lae519
- G3M2/3 Type 96 Nell by vegaspur
- F-15C Eagle by vegaspur
- HH-60D Night Hawk by Nitrojoe
- Su-27 Flanker B by Tucks
- P-51D/K Mustang IV by francotechnik
- Sepecat Jaguar GR3A / Jaguar International ES by Stevemoss
- Opel Blitz by Ioannis
- Tiger II by Ioannis
Soon in library:
Latest downloads:
- Mercedes Benz Actros MP4 GigaSpace (No.3905)
- Lockheed P-3C Update II/III Orion (No.K15)
- P-47D Razorback Thunderbolt (No.h151)
- KV 1 Ehkranami (No.00357)
- F-18A HORNET "U.S.NAVY" (No.P24)
- Tiger-1 Early production Pz.Kpfw. VI, Ausf.E (Wittmann's Command Tiger) (No.6730)
- U.S. Battleship BB-63 Missouri + PE (No.U.S. Battleship BB-63 Missouri 1-350 78018x.pdf)
- A-10A Thunderbolt II (No.61028)
- Jordan 191 (No.20032)
- US Medium Tank M4A3E8 Sherman - Easy Eight European Theater (No.35346)
- USS Fletcher (No.PK-63 )
- Heinkel He 162A-2 Volksjäger (No.MA-4)


text:
Commentary on Parashat Bo, Exodus 10:1 - 13:16
Provided by the Orthodox Union, the central coordinating agency for North American Orthodox congregations.
Pharaoh's Conditions
After the plague of darkness immobilizes Egypt, Pharaoh is prepared to discuss releasing the slaves so they can worship God. However, he dictates conditions:
And Pharaoh called for Moses and he said, "Go, worship Ha; however, your sheep and your cattle will stay; even your children will go with you." And Moses said, "You will even give sacrifices and burnt-offerings into our hands, and we will offer them to Hashem our God. Also, our own livestock will go with us, not a hoof will remain, for from it shall we take (nikach) to worship Hashem our God, and we will not know how (mah) we will serve Hashem until our arrival there."
And God strengthened Pharaoh's heart, and he did not want to let them go. And Pharaoh said to him, "Leave me! Watch yourself, do not continue to see my face, because on the day you see my face you will die!" And Moses said, "You have spoken well; I will not continue to see your face again" (Sh' mot / Exodus 10:24-29).
Animals as Collateral
According to Chizkuni (R. Chizkiya ben Manoach, mid 13th century commentator), Pharaoh demands that the animals remain behind to serve as security that the slaves will return. Ibn Ezra (12th century Spanish commentator), on the other hand, says that this isn't a sincere offer. Rather, Pharaoh is testing Moses: his response to Pharaoh's terms will demonstrate whether he intends the slaves to escape and not return.
Since this exchange between Moses and Pharaoh is part of their bargaining, how are we to understand Moses' prediction that, not only will Pharaoh eventually allow the Hebrews to take their own animals, but the Egyptians will send animals for sacrifice? Is Moses' suggestion realistic, or is it made only for the purpose of negotiations?
The Meaning of Moses' Negotiations
Ramban (Nachmanides) maintains that any offering of the wicked Pharaoh would never be accepted; rather, Moses is using hyperbole, as if to say, "When the time comes to release us, you will be ready to do whatever we ask." Other commentaries, however, argue that there is an essential truth in Moses' statement, and we will not know how (mah) we will serve God until our arrival there.
To Rashi, mah suggests, "We do not know how much we will be asked to offer. Perhaps God will demand more animals than we now own, and we will have to accept additional animals from you to be prepared."
Ohr HaChaim (R. Chaim ben Moshe ibn-Attar, 18th century commentator) says that mah has two meanings in this context:
1. How much (as in Rashi);
2. In what way.
Accordingly, says Ohr HaChaim, Moses is expressing two ideas simultaneously:
1. We may be asked to bring more sacrifices than we are able to prepare for. So, we will bring all our animals–not only those that are conventionally sacrificed, but even our donkeys, horses and camels–because they can be sold or exchanged to acquire suitable animals (see Tractate Avodah Zarah 24b). This is indicated by the words not a hoof will remain, for from it shall we take to worship Hashem our God.
By emphasizing we take (nikach, which also connotes "we will purchase"), Moshe is focusing on the value, the "purchase power" of the animals.
2. We must bring everything with us, for in addition to sacrifices (as was delineated in 5:3) we might be commanded to build altars and a sanctuary, to fashion utensils, etc. Therefore, "we will not know how (mah) we will serve Hashem" means, "We must be open to whatever demands Hashem will place upon us." God defines avodat Hashem, as how He is to be served.
The Meaning of Avad
The Hebrew root for "serve" is a–v–d. It may be said that a-v-d serves as a leitmotif of our parshah, as this word appears, in various forms, 21 times (an average of once for every three verses!), spanning the entire portion from the beginning (10:1) to the end (13:14).
At times, it is found in the word eved, meaning "slave," for example:
And it shall be, when your son asks you someday, saying "What is this?" then you will say to him, "With a mighty hand did God take us out of Egypt, from the house of slaves" (13:14).
At other times, the root refers to Pharaoh's servants and advisers, as in:
And God said to Moses, "Come to Pharaoh, because I have hardened his heart and the heart of his servants . . ." (10:1).
Another connotation of a-v-d is "serving, or worshipping God," as seen in 10:24-26. This usage, too, pervades the parashah:
". . . let my people go, that they may serve Me" (10:3).
And Moses and Aaron were brought back to Pharaoh, and he said to them, "Go serve Hashem your God . . ."(10:8).
And [Pharaoh] called for Moses and for Aaron at night, and he said, "Arise, leave from the midst of my people, both you and the Children of Israel, and go serve God as you have spoken" (12:31).
In a similar vein, we learn of the Pesach sacrifice, which is called avodah, "service:"
And it shall be, when you come to the land which God will give you, as He spoke, then you shall observe this service. And it will be, when your sons will say to you, "What is this service to you?" (12:25-26).
A Transformation of Meaning
Thus, a-v-d is seen in all its shades of meaning in this parashah, from demeaning slavery to exalting Divine worship. a-v-d is a concept that undergoes a significant transformation in the course of this parshah, which charts the transition of the Hebrews from being Pharaoh's slaves to becoming servants of Hashem. Pharaoh's caprices left the Hebrews powerless, crushed. But God's commandments empower and ennoble them.
God, Creator and Master of the universe, is the One Who sets the standards for mankind. He defines morality as well as the paths to spiritual connection. We who serve God must listen for His dictates, and, when He commands, we must respond, as did our Patriarchs and Moses, with "Here we are–Heneini."
Pronounced: moe-SHEH, Origin: Hebrew, Moses, whom God chooses to lead the Jews out of Egypt.
Pronounced: PAY-sakh, also PEH-sakh. Origin: Hebrew, the holiday of Passover.


text:
Many readers have contacted the Doc about the new crosswalk at 62nd Avenue NE. Some readers have written in to express their disbelief that money was spent on the project, citing the current economic conditions. Others have said no one ever crosses the street there, and asked why there was a sudden need for a pedestrian crossing.
Reader Evelyn Eibach summed it up: "Why did the city of St. Petersburg decide to erect a pedestrian walk-through in the middle of 62nd Avenue NE near the Mangrove Bay Golf Course? It is an entire waste of money. I have never, in my 24 years of living off 62nd Avenue NE, seen anyone crossing the street at that corner. I also think that it will become, if it hasn't already, a traffic hazard. In the dark of night I can just see someone hitting the low curbs. Just what was the thinking behind this project?"
We checked in with Mike Frederick, the city's manager of neighborhood transportation. Frederick said the new crosswalk connects the CityTrails system's new Island Loop Trail to Puryear Park.
"We anticipate that it will be well used, as since the opening of the trail last year we have received many requests to provide a safe location for residents to cross 62nd Avenue NE to be able to access the park facilities. The crosswalk is well lighted, signed and will soon be enhanced with our rapid flashing rectangular beacon crosswalk warning system. Also, a new recreational path was built along the east side of Foch Street between 62nd Avenue NE and Puryear Park to provide a continuous off-street facility for residents who want to have a safe alternative to access these facilities."
Frederick said the money came from a federal grant for the CityTrails Program to improve bicycle and pedestrian safety.
"Since the start of this program in 2004 we have reduced bicycle crashes by over 10 percent, and pedestrian crashes have decreased 51 percent since 2000," Frederick said.
While on the topic of pedestrian safety, Frederick said that a state-funded program for additional enforcement at crosswalks has had a significant impact. The two-year funding, which ended in December, resulted in the issuance of more than 1,100 citations to motorists not yielding to pedestrians.
• • •
Pinellas County Public Works says the sewer repair work that has closed 106th Avenue N between 110th Lane and 111th Street N in Seminole is expected to wrap up about 5:30 p.m. Monday.
Please e-mail Dr. Delay at firstname.lastname@example.com to share your traffic concerns, comments and questions. Check out Dr. Delay's Bay News 9 blog at www.baynews9.com/DrDelay.html to read more about commuting issues.