Craig Nishizaki

@GovBobFerguson what is the definition of “working families”. Is it an income range, type of work (white collar, blue collar, services?

Washingtonians are ready to make our tax system more fair and make our state more affordable for working families. And we've had enough of President Trump's attacks on immigrant families.

@GovBobFerguson provide details of these benefits please

I just signed the Millionaires' Tax into law. We're rebalancing our unfair system while providing free school meals, the largest small business tax break in state history, no sales tax on baby diapers, and checks to nearly 500,000 working families to make life more affordable.

@IShowSpeedHQ I think getting hit by an NFL player would be a lot different than flag. Would love to see it

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@BrandiKruse @GovBobFerguson I am so dumbfounded by the math of this income tax on top of the regressive taxes that we pay as citizens and consumers, on top of the new sales taxes that businesses are responsible to pay for services (ESSB 5814) Where Is The Money Going? Where are the Cuts to Spending?

Do the right thing @GovBobFerguson.

This post from Matt Shumer is a get your head out of the sand, must read, bookmark, marinate, kick in the rear-end Feels like Morpheus talking to Neo

@CoachHackGO Drills

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@UW_WSoccer Congratulations ladies! GO DAWGS!

The moment. This team never backs down.

@CoachHackGO 51

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@Softykjr Just got to keep beating teams until the proof is undeniable.

Huskies still not ranked in AP Poll. 28th overall. Michigan 27th

@Softykjr RIVASS

If Rivas delivers here... I tattoo his full name on my ass

@girdley We do this most times except in the morning at SEA airport. Departures in the AM is very crowded.

My favorite airport hack: Pick up arriving passengers at the departure level. Always deserted.

@tyromper totally agree.

My daughter (5th grade) says to me, "But dad, out of 60 kids I'm one of only 2 in my grade WITHOUT my own phone!" Me: "I'm glad to know there's at least 1 other parent with common sense." My daughter: uhhhh dad...... HOLD THE LINE PARENTS. Kids don't need access to EVERYTHING in the world so young. Loving your kids isn't GIVING THEM EVERYTHING THEY WANT. Loving your kids is teaching them: •DISCIPLINE. •DELAYING GRATIFICATION. •SETTING HEALTHY BOUNDARIES. It is absurd so many CHILDREN have phones. Most adults can't use them responsibly. You're setting your child up for failure handing them unrestricted access to everything so young.

@travisakers 😢💔

A message from a Kindergarten teacher: After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old: “My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.” No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.” My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me. When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic. But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe. My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown. And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice. They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer. The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.” As if kindness were a weakness. Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure — a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.” a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.” a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.” Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up. But this last year broke something in me. The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival. I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times. So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998: “Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.” I sat on the floor and cried. No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications. I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced. I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers. So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try. Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

@CoachRolfes Agree 100%. Everyone is excited and enthusiastic at the start, but only they ones who finish well see the fruit of their hard work. In all things.

So many people quit too soon. When I coached, I remember the energy and excitement players/coaches brought on the first day of camp. But it was always mid to late season when you truly found out who was average and who was elite. That’s when the real questions hit: Am I still following the system? Am I still preparing at a high level? Am I still bringing energy? This doesn’t just apply to sports. It’s the same in life: The middle of a marriage The middle of raising a baby The middle of parenting The middle of paying off debt The middle of building a business The middle of long-term investing The middle is where average separates from elite. Be ELITE.

@IAmClintMurphy Agree 100%.

As a dad, very few things get me emotionally, as much as seeing tears in the eyes of my boys. Seeing a young man who's so stoic tearing up after a big loss. A few close plays. It hurts. That's part of winning though. Of becoming a winner. The idea of losing hurts. It's physical. It happens. It means you train more. You work harder. You talk to your teammates and you all do what you need to do so you don't lose again.

@danmall projects

Over 10 years, my teams at my agency SuperFriendly delivered 125 projects. Projects ranged from free to $960k ($89K on average). We tracked, documented, and organized every single one in a giant spreadsheet. Now, I’ve turned it into something you can use. Inside the spreadsheet, you’ll find: ✅ Work spanning branding, UX, campaigns, and strategy ✅ Projects across tech, retail, media, and nonprofits ✅ A decade of lessons on what clients actually buy ✅ Patterns you can use to position your own offers ✅ A shortcut for benchmarking your own projects This isn’t theory. It’s a real-world record of agency work across 10 years. We went from $0 to $3M. In this document, you can see how we did it, project by project. I’m sharing this for a few reasons: 1️⃣ What gets measured gets managed. We can’t make more money if we can’t even talk about it on the same page. 2️⃣ To show what’s possible. I didn’t know it was possible to sell a website for $10k—or $100k—until I did. What if I had known sooner? I can’t change that for me, but I might be able to for you. 3️⃣ It makes me a better teacher. I can’t teach “real-world” lessons if I’m hiding the real numbers. Students deserve context, not just theory. I could sell this. But I’m giving it away for free instead. Want the spreadsheet? → Like this post + comment “PROJECTS” And I’ll send it your way.

@Softykjr That's the sound of freedom

OMG THE HORROR!!!

@hyphen18 @luke_arkins classy. 100%

Feel like I need to address the last few days, I don’t know how else to do it but to say, how overwhelming the response has been! I wasn’t expecting it at all, I love you all, and I am so grateful to be a part of this #Mariners family. Now let’s go win this series… #TridentsUp 🇦🇺

@CoachRolfes Love this! 🙏🙏❤️

My 5 year old son gave his life to Christ! Out of nowhere Saturday morning he says, “dad, I want to ask Jesus into my heart.” We made sure he knew how big of a decision he was about to make. Him and I went out to the front porch swing (becoming a special spot) and prayed together. The breeze picked up towards the end and I could feel the spirit. My wife was inside watching in tears. Just a profound moment. I gave him a big hug afterwards and told him how proud I was of him and that he has etched his name in the book of life. That’s how he’s been telling everyone, “my name is in the book of life!” He is so proud. I’m so proud. My number 1 job as a parent fulfilled. I’m thankful.