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Wat een topper is Charley!! at5.nl/artikelen/2358…

@BarlingenAnna @Afrikaas_ Het zijn toch echt de vaders, buurmannen en ooms die het doen he?! Marco Borsato is een volwassen man met macht. Die kan prima zeggen nee dank je wel. Ik kom voortaan alleen met mijn vrouw samen bij jullie op bezoek of ik zorg dat ik nooit alleen met de dochter ben.

@Afrikaas_ Il denk dat je de rol van de moeder onderschat. Er zijn moeders die hun dochter laten misbruiken. Door de vader, door de buren, door de ooms en neven. Moeilijk te bevatten maar echt ze bestaan

Tot dat er een 50 jarige man begint te snuffelen aan hun eigen dochter. Dan is het land te klein.

@ADnl Het zou niet zo moeten zijn, maar wat een helden zijn deze twee meiden! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ veel sterkte en jullie mogen heel trots zijn.

Als Kaylee (16) bij haar muziekleraar latexpakjes op bed ziet liggen en hij de deur op slot draait, weet ze: ‘Dit is foute boel’ ad.nl/amersfoort/als…

@Mappy6984 This is also genetics. I have two almost adult children, am 45+ and flat flat tummy. Didn’t do al this workouts. I know mothers that did all this and more. And i know mothers who don’t care. Well good for all of them!!! Be gratefull you are alive and healthy. Leave woman be 😎

What's your excuse ladies

@Fgandoul Overigens vind ik het wel goed dat er geen ‘gezichten’ worden getoond. Waarschijnlijk waren zij helemaal niet wit, net als Jezus waarschijnlijk niet wit was. beam.eo.nl/artikel/dit-is…

Ik ben opgegroeid met gezellige kerststallen, Sinterklaas en zwarte Piet, Pasen (en Paaseieren) en alle christelijke tradities die dit land hebben gevormd. Wat vandaag gebeurt, is ronduit absurd: een kleine, zelfverklaarde progressieve bovenlaag schaft stap voor stap onze eigen cultuur af in naam van een hol begrip van “inclusie”. Minderheidsgroepen vragen nergens om, niemand voelt zich aangevallen door een kerststal. Het zijn enkel diezelfde seculiere culturele ingenieurs die koste wat kost hun ideologische leegte willen opleggen aan de rest. Dat is geen vooruitgang. Dat is een beschavingsafbraak waarvoor niemand democratisch heeft getekend.

@brendaboscolo Ik denk dat 99% van de moslims het echt niet boeit (en ik ben zelf moslim). Maar… ik ben wel blij met aandacht voor andere feesten of gedenkingen zoals divali, ied al fitr (na de ramadan), keti koti etc. Zo wordt de achtergrond van meerdere kids wel gezien en erkend.

Opgegroeid in een multiculturele wijk op Zuid: driekwart van de klas was moslim, maar het kerstdiner op school was hét hoogtepunt van het jaar. Was wel extra (halal of vegetarisch) eten. Nog steeds ken ik geen moslim (of wie dan ook) die kerst of iets anders wil afschaffen.

❤️❤️ Wie heeft de tip? #dtv Gezocht: simpele stappenteller voor iemand van 75+ jaar voor om de pols. Liefst heel simpel op te laden, bv in de avond (niet half horloge uit elkaar halen, maar inpluggen en klaar) Liefst heel simpel in bediening. Gaat vooral om aantal stappen pd.

A marriage counselor once told my wife the problem was “communication.” $200 an hour. 12 sessions. She learned to “use I statements.” I learned to “validate her feelings.” We were still miserable. You know what fixed my marriage? I stopped talking. Started doing. Woke up before her. Made the coffee. Didn’t announce it. Handled the dishes. Didn’t ask for credit. Took the kids so she could rest. Didn’t call it “babysitting.” Three weeks. No conversations about our problems. No processing. No therapy homework. Just a man who finally acted like he gave a damn. She didn’t say anything at first. Then one morning she looked at me like she hadn’t looked at me in years. Not with love. With surprise. She’d forgotten I could show up. The counselor told us to talk more. What we needed was for me to shut up and move. Most marriages don’t die from lack of words. They die from lack of action. Your wife doesn’t need another conversation. She needs to see you in the kitchen at 5 AM. Not because she asked. Because you finally woke up.

My father once told me the secret to a happy marriage. “Stay out of the kitchen. Let her handle the holidays.” I was 19. He was in his recliner. My mother was cooking for 14 people. She’d been up since 5 AM. He’d been up since the football pregame. I didn’t think anything of it. That’s just how it was. Fast forward 20 years. I’m in the recliner. My wife is in the kitchen. She’s been up since 5 AM. I’ve been up since the pregame. My daughter walks by and I see her watching. Not the TV. Her mother. Then me. Then her mother again. That’s when it hit me: She’s taking notes. My father taught me that holidays were for men to rest and women to work. He didn’t say it. He showed it. Every Thanksgiving. Every Christmas. Every Easter. The recliner passed from him to me like an inheritance I never asked for. This morning I woke up at 4 AM. Not for content. For the turkey. My wife found me in the kitchen at 6. She didn’t say anything. She just stood there. Then she cried. Your kids are taking notes. Not on what you say. On where you sit. The recliner is an inheritance. Be the generation that stands up.

@BarbellFi Why would you need Disney to have quality time with family? You need quality of live and ease to have quality time. Kids don’t care about Disney… they need parents that are happy

@BarbellFi Creditcard. Calculate how much interest he will win with that! I think about 500-1000 dollars a year. And his dept will be gone. No brainer

My coworker is 40 with 2 young kids Been living paycheck to paycheck And has $5k in credit card debt Never been on vacation as a family Just got a $5k bonus at work He can finally pay off the credit card Or can take the family to Disney Which one should he choose? 🤔

@Araoluwanimi01 Cheese 🇳🇱

France is known for Hermes, Chanel and Dior. Italy is known for Gucci. What is your country known for?

@ick_real Water

what tastes good both hot & cold?? there is nothing 🫩

@marialena1st Is je dat bedrag kunt missen? Doen! Voor een krantenbezorger kan dat super zijn. ❤️

Elke ochtend tussen 06:00-06:15 ligt de krant op mn deurmat, dus elke ochtend, weer of geen weer gaat die knul vroeg z'n bed uit om mijn krant te bezorgen. Ik wil hem, als hij me fijne feestdagen komt wensen een leuk bedrag geven. Wat zouden jullie geven. Ik dacht aan € 50.

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces. But I see everything. Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments. One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?" "6:15," he said, confused. "Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it." He blinked. "You... you can do that?" "I can now," I said. Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?" "Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing." He cried. Right there in the parking lot. Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic. But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!" "Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel." He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us." The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over." Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it. But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note, "Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends" People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket. I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece." So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones. Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees. It's not glamorous. But it's everything." Let this story reach more hearts.... Credit: Mary Nelson

Exactly, they were silent.

@PigmentsnPixels I am sorry 😢. And thank you for this special gift you are giving to others. May Allah/god bless you and give you ease. ❤️

Pumping through my grief so that my angel's supply goes to babies who need it. Some 60ish bags since I started pumping on 11/1

@DieTukkerfries ‘Te warm’ voor zichzelf na 4 min. Maar prima voor een gevlucht gezin. Ik gun haar alles wat ze vluchtelingen toewenst en gunt!

Gezellig werkbezoek

@chrisklomp 💔 wat verdrietig 13 en 14 jaar.

Maar voor Joni klonk geen applaus. Zijn dood kon niet worden misbruikt voor politieke doeleinden, zoals de dood van Lisa: ad.nl/binnenland/ze-…

‘Israël bombardeert Palestijns vluchtelingenkamp in Libanon, 13 doden gemeld’ >> stel je voor; Duitsland bombardeert NL! ⁦@NOS⁩ zouden jullie dan ook kiezen voor deze vage foto? En 0 persoonlijke info over de 13 doden? nos.nl/l/2591048