Posts by Drew Lee9

Drew Ross2 said:Ready to keep this challenge moving? Time to vote. 👋

Do we even have enough people here?🤔
Also, how do I set my profile to "hot young mom"? 🙂:*

Megan Gray4 said:I’m booked up. Don't have the bandwidth to type much right now, so apologies. I had an idea, but it’s going to take some actual work. 😵

That's a bummer. 🙂

Megan Gray4 said:Drew Lee9, am I allowed to post anything else this week, or should I just stay quiet since I've clearly exhausted my quota?
😁

Just keep posting. It's not like there's a crowd here anyway. 🙂

Megan Gray4 said:You're posting in the wrong thread. 🤣
That peanut quote was yours. 😘

I saw it, but I couldn't be bothered to fix it.
Besides, I know you're a smart girl; you'll figure it out. 😉

Megan Gray4 said:Good for the crazy ones and the fools; they own their little world and aren't afraid of anything.🙂

Forgive me, age is starting to catch up with me.😵 😳

Megan Gray4 said:Creative types are something else. It’s always a pleasant surprise to see that level of flair, especially when people start hitting those milestone anniversaries—whether they choose to lean into the nostalgia or just use a bit of humor to cope. 🙂

We're still waiting on you 🙂🙂

Michelle Bennett14 said:Thanks... I guess I feel a little bad because it’s such a gloomy day, but this week has just been playing on loop in my head. It's an anniversary, so bear with me—I tried not to make things too depressing. 🙂

I didn't see sadness, just nostalgia. Everything is fine. 👍

Where are Accalia, Mia, and Duxi? Come on, get online. And that goes for everyone else, too.

Cat, your story is pretty engaging—it’s almost nostalgic. It sounds like you’ve revisited your childhood, though I can't quite reach that far back myself.🤷 😁
I’ve always had a soft spot for the rain, personally.😉

Drew Ross2, don't overthink it. Just dive in.🙂 😘
It looks like I might have to extend the deadline, perhaps
since some people clearly need more time.🙂

Megan Gray4 said:I just hope driftingmarlin44 didn't lose his mind over this. Honestly, Drew Lee9’s story is basically a cocktail of pure desire and sheer stupidity, wandering aimlessly through the Appalachian Mountains. 🤣

Pure provocation. 🤣

Drew Ross2 said:View on imgur

Change is the only constant.

Of all the things I've been through, nothing has flipped my world upside down quite like becoming a parent.
It’s an entire overhaul of your existence, starting with the fact that your body doesn't belong to you anymore. Your chest size jumps up unexpectedly, and then there's the stomach that makes seeing your own feet a distant memory.
You find yourself waking up at 3 AM with a desperate, irrational craving to eat pickles straight from the jar dipped in Nutella.
Inside, there's this little alien doing gymnastics, playing soccer against my kidneys and spleen—which, believe it or not, feels amazing despite the discomfort.
Just when you think you've accepted your new life as a glorified water buffalo, labor hits, showing you just how incredibly resilient and powerful the human body actually is.
Then comes the baby: a tiny, wrinkled, red, screaming little ball that is, naturally, the most beautiful thing on the planet.
After that, the carousel starts spinning at a hundred miles an hour. The baby has a million needs, and with every single one of theirs, one of mine disappears.
They need milk, then comfort at 3 AM, then playtime right when I finally close my eyes, then a diaper change, then more milk, more diapers, more soothing—it's just a relentless cycle.
Suddenly, you realize you can't remember what it felt like to drink a cup of coffee while it was still hot, how it feels to sleep through the night, how to wear a shirt without a stain on it, or what a living room looks like without stepping on a stray toy with bare feet.
They are little terrorists, and the strangest part is that despite the chaos, you absolutely adore them. It's Stockholm Syndrome, plain and simple. You love that little jailer with everything you've got.
Why am I typing this out?
Mostly to make sure Drew Lee9's contest gets some entries, but honestly, it's just feeling a bit sentimental.
Because these terrorists will grow up, and their demands will slowly fade. They'll become independent adults, and I'll eventually get my own needs back. I'll be able to enjoy a quiet coffee again, my body will be mine once more, and the house might actually stay clean.
But I know I'll look back on these days with nostalgia, so I'm leaving this here. As much as I look forward to feeling like myself again, I know I'm going to miss this beautiful mess.
Like I said, Stockholm Syndrome. There's no cure. 😁

That would be a crime; you have to let someone else babysit every now and then. 🤣

By the way, you're one attractive young mom.🙏 👍

Megan Gray4 said:Exactly. We’re all just a bunch of wonderful, gifted geniuses here. Such a diverse group... some ride motocross, others play classical piano, and then there are the photographers. And let's not forget the special ones—the guys who spend their time doing handstands while peeling peanuts or begging for attention. 😁

😁 😳

Chloe Cooper10 said:It was just a coincidence, Ace... we bumped into each other on a random thread once. 🙂

Why haven't you stopped by our place yet? And where even are you?
You've completely vanished. 😒 😳

Megan Gray4 said:I certainly will.
How many applications are you taking, and where on earth is Ace?

Perfect. I’m waiting for you to get the others moving; there's plenty of room given the crowd.😁

Ace shouldn't be gone for long. Hopefully everything is okay.👍

Megan Gray4 said:Just checking if anyone is still breathing in here.
Come on, guys, don't leave a winner hanging. 🙂

Lead by example.😉

Megan Gray4 said:So, the seventh creativity challenge is basically announcing the legendary transformation of corn into popcorn. 🤣
At first glance, this seems tailored specifically for driftingmarlin44—assuming he hasn't already exhausted his entire repertoire of romantic adventures fueled by pure imagination and old anecdotes. Drew Lee9's story actually carries a lesson. And that lesson revolves entirely around one question: where on earth did the peanuts go?
And what do you mean by "who sings well" in your intro? We all sing, whisper, or chuckle... you don't necessarily have to write it down; you just tell the story.
Is that okay?
🙂

😁 🙂

Come on, join in with a story or an anecdote.

Those who can sing well can also get their point across through song 😁

I'll go first. It was relatively recent, but definitely better times when we actually had the freedom to dance and kiss

Picture this: New Year's Eve. A group of about thirty of us—basically a whole traveling circus—decided to head up into the Appalachian Mountains. We rented two houses from the same owner. My wife, a friend, their partner, and about seven or eight other cars followed us up. The two cars behind us were just running their mouths the whole way, talking about some woman joining the party later. Apparently, she’s a total man-eater. They warned us to watch our backs, making comments about how she has a small chest but refuses to settle for anything less than a heavy-duty push-up bra. Once we arrived, we sorted out the sleeping arrangements and the party kicked off. Food and drinks were already flowing, so I went to find the host. I know the guy personally, so I asked if he had any corn on the cob. He gave me this look and said, "What kind of trouble are you looking for? Just let me talk."
Anyway, he brought it out, I tucked it into my waistband under my shirt, and headed back to the floor. I spotted her and asked for a dance just as a slow song started playing. As we danced, I gave her a little squeeze. She just rolled her eyes at me. I thought to myself, *you might have the push-up bra, but I've got push-up boxers.* She kept leaning in, while my wife sat there giving me this look that clearly asked, "What on earth is happening?" I whispered to her to stay quiet. Then, this woman has the nerve to ask me if we can slip away somewhere. I told her, "Are you insane? How could we possibly go unnoticed?" Fast forward two days after the party ended, and she was relentlessly pursuing me with calls and messages through mutual friends. When I finally told my wife the whole story, she just looked at me and said, "You are absolutely out of your mind."
Can you imagine if I had actually ended up alone with her? If anyone had "seen the truth," she would have died laughing and I would have died of pure embarrassment.

I think this story popped up on another thread once, so some of you might have already read it.
Regardless, consider this a little nudge for the rest of you.
I'm waiting to hear your stories. Let's go.🙏

Go ahead—share a quick story from your life or something happening with someone you know.
It could be a photo album, or if you’ve got skills, a comic strip works too.
The deadline is May 23rd.
"Creativity" isn't exactly the word I'd use for this theme; last time around, most of us just stood there posing like statues for the camera.
Only Mia actually tried to be creative, posing on a moped, behind the wheel of a compact car, and even doing headstands just to get a reaction...😁
Velveteagle8, watch out—I think he's heading toward Chicago on a tractor.🤣

Drew Ross2 said:Congrats, Drew Lee9. 👋

I’m curious to know who exactly handed me my second vote.😁

Thanks. 😳