One more thing ... Dr. Teats was on the smarter side this morning ..he did go get me a mocha this morning before he jet-set off ... only trouble was ... they made the wrong damn drink...COULD THE DAY GET BETTER? Well, yes, it did, as soon as I dumped the thing in my Chocolate Damask and Turquoise Monogrammed Preppy Travel Mug and put more whip cream in that sucker than you've ever seen ... DA-LISH-OUS ...:)
Still loving www.monogramchick.com ... seriously, this cup is so damn cute it makes me feel better every time I use it. I gotta email that girl and ask her how late I can put in 10 orders of personalized preppy travel mugs for Christmas and get them in time. :)
Ok really ..now I'm done for the day ...I think...unless Dr. Teats gives me more material today - which is entirely possible ...
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Turkeys, Ducks, "Birds on Point" on my mind ...
So ... it's been a rough couple of days for MF ...
1. Missed Thanksgiving with the family, stomach flu at 4am ... so bad that Dr. Teats had to make the green bean casserole himself. (When asked how it turned out his reply "You think I tasted it? HELLLLL no.") He did take the pistols to my sisters though...what a good sport - he said he hung in there and it was ok. Yah, good sport and it was ok ...news flash Dr. Teats ...sister posted Thanksgiving pics on my facebook and there are pics of the lil pistols with their cousins, eating pie, napping ... ONE of lil'est pistol eating dinner with Dr. Teats ...AND MY PERSONAL FAVE... DR. TEATS WITH HIS FEET UP....WATCHING FOOTBALL ...I'm pretty sure he had a way better day without me there telling him to help me with the kids. I think everyone felt sorry for him ... if only they heard the shit he gave me when he left here ...haha. Boy was it all about him ...and how he had things to do ... LOL. DID I PLAN THE DAMN BARF SESSION?
2. I thought I was feeling better ...yesterday was a nice day off..and would you believe I've got my second migraine in my life this morning? Haven't had one for 16 years... and I'm grateful it's been that long. It sucks. BAD. I'm only functioning right now because I had a leftover Vicodin from said gall bladder and hernia surgery. he he. Thank you Jesus for left over Vicodin (and my awesome mother in law who reminded me I might have some of those...)
3. Dr. Teats is on his way out for another rough day... as he's on his way out door - oldest pistol pukes ..and again ...guess she's got the bug now - poor lil thing. So when he left ...I was on the pot ... she was in the other bathroom ...and he made the rounds saying his good byes and giving kisses while we took care of business and lil pistol sobbed because daddy going bye bye.
4. I can't finish without telling you about his day ... PLEASE SOMEONE COMMISERATE WITH ME ON THIS ONE ... he left at 9am from our local small town airport (central CA) ... to fly up to Corvallis, Oregon ...to watch the Oregon State Beavers hopefully beat the U of O Ducks ... in the big rivalry 'Civil War' ... in club seats ...and then fly back tonight ... did I mention ...
ON A LEER JET?
Poor Dr. Teats ... I really feel for him ...I'm just saying ...
But in the spirit of all that is happy and good and warm and fuzzy ...(since that seems to be a theme these past few days haha) GO BEAVERS ... GO BEAVERS ...GO BEAVERS...
DUCKS SUCK.
For those of you who have read about Dr. Teats avid love for shooting birds, ducks in particular ....hypothetically speaking ...if the Ducks were whoopin' up on the Beavs...and I texted Dr. Teats in his cozy little box seats ...do you think he would find it amusing if I asked him ... "Hey - baby - what happened to your 'BIRD ON POINT?' " It might ALMOST BE WORTH LOSING TO THE DUCKS ...
:)
Good luck to all of you with your big games today!
Hugs and Vicodin flavored kisses... and double birds to Dr. Teats...win or lose ... (all in love of course...)
Mocha Freak
1. Missed Thanksgiving with the family, stomach flu at 4am ... so bad that Dr. Teats had to make the green bean casserole himself. (When asked how it turned out his reply "You think I tasted it? HELLLLL no.") He did take the pistols to my sisters though...what a good sport - he said he hung in there and it was ok. Yah, good sport and it was ok ...news flash Dr. Teats ...sister posted Thanksgiving pics on my facebook and there are pics of the lil pistols with their cousins, eating pie, napping ... ONE of lil'est pistol eating dinner with Dr. Teats ...AND MY PERSONAL FAVE... DR. TEATS WITH HIS FEET UP....WATCHING FOOTBALL ...I'm pretty sure he had a way better day without me there telling him to help me with the kids. I think everyone felt sorry for him ... if only they heard the shit he gave me when he left here ...haha. Boy was it all about him ...and how he had things to do ... LOL. DID I PLAN THE DAMN BARF SESSION?
2. I thought I was feeling better ...yesterday was a nice day off..and would you believe I've got my second migraine in my life this morning? Haven't had one for 16 years... and I'm grateful it's been that long. It sucks. BAD. I'm only functioning right now because I had a leftover Vicodin from said gall bladder and hernia surgery. he he. Thank you Jesus for left over Vicodin (and my awesome mother in law who reminded me I might have some of those...)
3. Dr. Teats is on his way out for another rough day... as he's on his way out door - oldest pistol pukes ..and again ...guess she's got the bug now - poor lil thing. So when he left ...I was on the pot ... she was in the other bathroom ...and he made the rounds saying his good byes and giving kisses while we took care of business and lil pistol sobbed because daddy going bye bye.
4. I can't finish without telling you about his day ... PLEASE SOMEONE COMMISERATE WITH ME ON THIS ONE ... he left at 9am from our local small town airport (central CA) ... to fly up to Corvallis, Oregon ...to watch the Oregon State Beavers hopefully beat the U of O Ducks ... in the big rivalry 'Civil War' ... in club seats ...and then fly back tonight ... did I mention ...
ON A LEER JET?
Poor Dr. Teats ... I really feel for him ...I'm just saying ...
But in the spirit of all that is happy and good and warm and fuzzy ...(since that seems to be a theme these past few days haha) GO BEAVERS ... GO BEAVERS ...GO BEAVERS...
DUCKS SUCK.
For those of you who have read about Dr. Teats avid love for shooting birds, ducks in particular ....hypothetically speaking ...if the Ducks were whoopin' up on the Beavs...and I texted Dr. Teats in his cozy little box seats ...do you think he would find it amusing if I asked him ... "Hey - baby - what happened to your 'BIRD ON POINT?' " It might ALMOST BE WORTH LOSING TO THE DUCKS ...
:)
Good luck to all of you with your big games today!
Hugs and Vicodin flavored kisses... and double birds to Dr. Teats...win or lose ... (all in love of course...)
Mocha Freak
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
I HEART LOWES ...
Thank you Lowes for having 6 boxes of C9 clear string-up lights ... had you not had them, I just might have done something very,very bad with the round plastic frosted ones I had enough of already ...that were about to go up tomorrow, Thanksgiving day ... if I didn't find enough clear ones tonight by 9pm when all stores closed.
I had called 7 stores in a 50 mile area...NOTHIN' ..this store was my only hope...
So, here's to you Lowe's guy, that climbed a freaking TALL, BAD ASS LADDER, TO THE VERY TIPPY TOP SHELF OF THE STORE, to pull down the last few boxes of C9 CLEARS ..YOU ROCK. I wish I could have bought him a Starbucks... :)
I had called 7 stores in a 50 mile area...NOTHIN' ..this store was my only hope...
So, here's to you Lowe's guy, that climbed a freaking TALL, BAD ASS LADDER, TO THE VERY TIPPY TOP SHELF OF THE STORE, to pull down the last few boxes of C9 CLEARS ..YOU ROCK. I wish I could have bought him a Starbucks... :)
IT'S A HAPPY DAY ...AND I THANK GOD FOR THE WEATHER ....
Ok ... since I will never get the "smile award" due to my sour-casm, foul language and inability to ALWAYS be positive (I'm sorry - I can find the funny 99/100 but there is always that one percent when life just down right sucks arse) - anyway ... I'll give you one little warm and fuzzy and then back to the reality of my life ... so we headed out to ...YUP - YOU GUESSED IT ...STARBUCKS ... and it is really raining good for the first time this fall ... and my baby Pistol who is now 14 months ...gets the silliest smirk on her face, looks out at the rain, then back at me, then back the rain and puckers her lips up and goes "oooooohhhhhhhhh mommmaaa" with the biggest sparkle in her eyes ... it was so awesome. I know, I know you kinda had to be there ...but it just reminded me how precious the little things are ...like RAIN! It was super cute and I just had to share. I love my baby pistol tooo...she makes the best faces and this was a goody today.:)
NOW BACK TO THE NORMAL EVERY DAY NOT-SO-PRECIOUS CRAP ...haha.
So I'm not sure about you all, but our family has just been through this little bug that starts with the craziest head ache E-V-E-R (and I'm not a headache kinda girl ... get them very rarely...) ... then it moves to a nasty cough, runny nose and eventually green 'mocos' (that's my childhood girlfriend M's espanol for gross bugars and I love it - think it's a way better descriptive ...like do you ever call your panties ... chonies? Same thing - SPANISH SLANG THAT I LOVE - but you won't hear me talk about chonies very often since I rarely wear them - and of course I'm getting off of the subject at hand now aren't I?) Seriously though this is a nasty bug - Baby Pistol got it,then Dr. Teats ...then the 3 year old pistol ... and now, yours truly. (Thank you Jesus for sparing me my Key West vacation and getting through the Thanksgiving feast at my house last Saturday BEFORE this little sickness...)
So the baby pistol is finally getting over this horrid bug ...yesterday I'm in like day 2 which means I had the throbbing headache, baby was in day 5 which means nasty green mocos, breathing horrible and coughing, older pistol was in day 4 which mean a nagging cough through out the day ... and night ...and Dr. Teats is in day 5 also but he's an adult so he's all good - bit of a cough still but doing fine. Needless to say it's not a super HAPPY house ... so you know the drill ...I'm the 'sahm' that doesn't have to 'go-to-work' so of course I'm up all night with the little ones struggling to sleep (damn the Tylenol company for taking the infant cold off the shelves ...stupid over dosing parents ...IDIOTS ...) So last night - I was DONE ...exhausted, feeling lousy ... and the baby for some reason started throwing up but I think that was unrelated ... but still, I smelled like barf (as opposed to shtank). We are sitting at the 'bar' for dinner and I had just finally sat down with my food and usually there is the notorious prayer but that didn't happen last night so the pistols were eating their food, Dr. Teats was nearly done with his ...and he has now let the kids down and is playing with them and I'm slowly shoveling in dinner ... and it happened ...ugggg...
I get that feeling, that guilty feeling, that I, the SAHM is sitting by myself in peace and quiet eating, while WORKING HIS ARSE OFF DAD IS PLAYING WITH THE KIDDOS, GIVING BATHS, READING BOOKS.... he knows I feel like CAH-RAP ...so he's trying to lift a bit of the burden ... but why WHY WHY LORD WHY DO I HAVE THAT URGE ...THAT BITING URGE TO THANK HIM, TO THROW HIM A BONE ... why is it that when I'm feeling so gross I feel obligated to kiss my husband's ass when he's doing what he should be doing anyhow - a few dishes or hanging with the kids ...I'm literally laughing as I write this ... b/c I'm so LAME ... you totally know what I did next ... I SO DIDN'T RESIST THE URGE ...I called him over the gave him the kiss-the-ass-you're-such-a-great-hubby-what-would-I-do-without-you speech ... I did it ... I kissed his ass ...thanked him, hugged him ...told him I know he's not sensitive by nature but I appreciated his genuine effort ... and then it happened, the uncontrollable, I'm so freaking exhausted TEARS ... and I just sat there and gathered myself as he said in a sweet (so not like him so it was annoying) voice "I'm trying baby - I'm trying - I know how you feel. ..I felt that way a few days ago ..."
Uh...and that's when you go from hanging your head and feeling appreciative even if by guilt - to "WTF DID YOU JUST SAY????" haha. Because you all know as well as I do that bless his heart only 3 days earlier when he "felt like I did" he was in bed, napping, relaxing, as I was keeping the pistols out of his hair... because he just couldn't take it ...
Dr. Teats really is pretty awesome ... however, can you imagine if I didn't get up, get the kids ready, get the older one to school, WITH THE ZIPLOCK BAG OF SQUARE INCH TURKEY SLICES FOR THE PRESCHOOL THANKSGIVING FEAST AND THEN STAY TO HELP, ...come home do more puked on laundry, get on my laptop and organize the spreadsheet with the the church kids program volunteer calendar/schedule that I'm responsible for with 70 volunteers, and have dinner (EVEN IF IT WAS QUESADILLAS) ready to go ... but instead, just SLEPT IT OFF ...
What on earth was I thinking feeling like I needed to THANK HIM? LOL.
I'M * JUST * SAYIN' ....
I feel much better today though and not ONE puke yet from the baby pistol... :)
Damn it all though - THE DAY'S NOT OVER - I still have to go to the store to buy freakin green bean casserole shit...and couldn't find enough C9 CLEAR lights at THE HOME DEPOT to replace the frosted circle bulbs that Dr. Teats so generously purchased last year when sent to the store to buy C9 CLEAR CHRISTMAS LIGHTS FOR THE OUTSIDE OF THE NEW HOUSE...these babies LOOK like the ones that should outline a mirror in a 1980's apartment bathroom vanity ... so SUPER special. Why does Home Depot have 1000 boxes of colored ones, and two boxes of clear ... who does the yearly inventory at these places? Perhpaps y'all still adore the colored lights ... just not my cup of Holiday cheer...
Anyway - I still have a bit of a night ahead of me don't I ...
I'll be waiting for someone to tell me thanks for my inspiring blogs that just make you all cozy and tingly inside and inspire you to be better moms wives and friends....and just better people in general ... haha...
I'm thinking I might be waiting for a cold day in hell ...
I'm still laughing ... even if you think I'm hideous. :)
NOW BACK TO THE NORMAL EVERY DAY NOT-SO-PRECIOUS CRAP ...haha.
So I'm not sure about you all, but our family has just been through this little bug that starts with the craziest head ache E-V-E-R (and I'm not a headache kinda girl ... get them very rarely...) ... then it moves to a nasty cough, runny nose and eventually green 'mocos' (that's my childhood girlfriend M's espanol for gross bugars and I love it - think it's a way better descriptive ...like do you ever call your panties ... chonies? Same thing - SPANISH SLANG THAT I LOVE - but you won't hear me talk about chonies very often since I rarely wear them - and of course I'm getting off of the subject at hand now aren't I?) Seriously though this is a nasty bug - Baby Pistol got it,then Dr. Teats ...then the 3 year old pistol ... and now, yours truly. (Thank you Jesus for sparing me my Key West vacation and getting through the Thanksgiving feast at my house last Saturday BEFORE this little sickness...)
So the baby pistol is finally getting over this horrid bug ...yesterday I'm in like day 2 which means I had the throbbing headache, baby was in day 5 which means nasty green mocos, breathing horrible and coughing, older pistol was in day 4 which mean a nagging cough through out the day ... and night ...and Dr. Teats is in day 5 also but he's an adult so he's all good - bit of a cough still but doing fine. Needless to say it's not a super HAPPY house ... so you know the drill ...I'm the 'sahm' that doesn't have to 'go-to-work' so of course I'm up all night with the little ones struggling to sleep (damn the Tylenol company for taking the infant cold off the shelves ...stupid over dosing parents ...IDIOTS ...) So last night - I was DONE ...exhausted, feeling lousy ... and the baby for some reason started throwing up but I think that was unrelated ... but still, I smelled like barf (as opposed to shtank). We are sitting at the 'bar' for dinner and I had just finally sat down with my food and usually there is the notorious prayer but that didn't happen last night so the pistols were eating their food, Dr. Teats was nearly done with his ...and he has now let the kids down and is playing with them and I'm slowly shoveling in dinner ... and it happened ...ugggg...
I get that feeling, that guilty feeling, that I, the SAHM is sitting by myself in peace and quiet eating, while WORKING HIS ARSE OFF DAD IS PLAYING WITH THE KIDDOS, GIVING BATHS, READING BOOKS.... he knows I feel like CAH-RAP ...so he's trying to lift a bit of the burden ... but why WHY WHY LORD WHY DO I HAVE THAT URGE ...THAT BITING URGE TO THANK HIM, TO THROW HIM A BONE ... why is it that when I'm feeling so gross I feel obligated to kiss my husband's ass when he's doing what he should be doing anyhow - a few dishes or hanging with the kids ...I'm literally laughing as I write this ... b/c I'm so LAME ... you totally know what I did next ... I SO DIDN'T RESIST THE URGE ...I called him over the gave him the kiss-the-ass-you're-such-a-great-hubby-what-would-I-do-without-you speech ... I did it ... I kissed his ass ...thanked him, hugged him ...told him I know he's not sensitive by nature but I appreciated his genuine effort ... and then it happened, the uncontrollable, I'm so freaking exhausted TEARS ... and I just sat there and gathered myself as he said in a sweet (so not like him so it was annoying) voice "I'm trying baby - I'm trying - I know how you feel. ..I felt that way a few days ago ..."
Uh...and that's when you go from hanging your head and feeling appreciative even if by guilt - to "WTF DID YOU JUST SAY????" haha. Because you all know as well as I do that bless his heart only 3 days earlier when he "felt like I did" he was in bed, napping, relaxing, as I was keeping the pistols out of his hair... because he just couldn't take it ...
Dr. Teats really is pretty awesome ... however, can you imagine if I didn't get up, get the kids ready, get the older one to school, WITH THE ZIPLOCK BAG OF SQUARE INCH TURKEY SLICES FOR THE PRESCHOOL THANKSGIVING FEAST AND THEN STAY TO HELP, ...come home do more puked on laundry, get on my laptop and organize the spreadsheet with the the church kids program volunteer calendar/schedule that I'm responsible for with 70 volunteers, and have dinner (EVEN IF IT WAS QUESADILLAS) ready to go ... but instead, just SLEPT IT OFF ...
What on earth was I thinking feeling like I needed to THANK HIM? LOL.
I'M * JUST * SAYIN' ....
I feel much better today though and not ONE puke yet from the baby pistol... :)
Damn it all though - THE DAY'S NOT OVER - I still have to go to the store to buy freakin green bean casserole shit...and couldn't find enough C9 CLEAR lights at THE HOME DEPOT to replace the frosted circle bulbs that Dr. Teats so generously purchased last year when sent to the store to buy C9 CLEAR CHRISTMAS LIGHTS FOR THE OUTSIDE OF THE NEW HOUSE...these babies LOOK like the ones that should outline a mirror in a 1980's apartment bathroom vanity ... so SUPER special. Why does Home Depot have 1000 boxes of colored ones, and two boxes of clear ... who does the yearly inventory at these places? Perhpaps y'all still adore the colored lights ... just not my cup of Holiday cheer...
Anyway - I still have a bit of a night ahead of me don't I ...
I'll be waiting for someone to tell me thanks for my inspiring blogs that just make you all cozy and tingly inside and inspire you to be better moms wives and friends....and just better people in general ... haha...
I'm thinking I might be waiting for a cold day in hell ...
I'm still laughing ... even if you think I'm hideous. :)
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
The Drama Queens ...
My 3 yr old pistol is devastated ...and I do mean ...DEVASTATED!
She came dramatically running in while I was making dinner ....(slaving away microwaving left over turkey and mashed potatoes for Dr Teats and macaroni and cheese for the kids ... ha) SOBBING HER EYES OUT ...HYPERVENTILATING ... she has been in her daddy's office ...she
loves ...eh hem (that would be an understatement) ...ADORES her daddy ...
Sweet Jesus ...I am sensitive but this kid is over the top emotional ...IT IS CLEAR SOMETHING IS VERY WRONG ... and so of course I knelt down to hug her and ask her what was wrong ...and so it unfolds ...
"MAH- A- AAAA - MMMEEEEEE -EEEE ...." (I tell her to calm down and take a deep breath ...) "BUT mooooooommmy my blue eyes are gone ..." (HUH???) "My blue eyes are gone and they are green now mommy...I don't want green eyes I want blue eyes and they are gone mommy....they are gone... daddy said my blue eyes are gone and they are green now...."
Mother trucker. Are you kidding me right now? When will Dr. Teats pull his head out of his tail end ... he told a THREE YEAR OLD, DRAMA QUEEN, THAT HER GORGEOUS BLUE-GREEN EYES WERE NO LONGER BLUE, THEY WERE GREEN ... hahaha ... for the love. WHEN WILL THE MADNESS END AROUND HERE ... I have a sneaky feeling ... in about 15 years ...and then, the madness will still be close... but hopefully off in a college dorm room somewhere and I'll only get the phone and home-for-the-holidays version.
For the record ...the pistol does have gorgeous eyes ... but we tell her how smart and fun and sweet she is a whole lot more than she ever hears about her BLUE EYES ...not to mention - Dr Teats and I both have green ...so why on earth is she so horrified at three years old about green eyes...HAHA...wow. Seriously they have always been a very powdery blue on the verge of light green ...just depends on what she has on ...it's not like they JUST CHANGED ONE DAY DR. TEATS!!! Honestly.
I just don't know who I'm more annoyed with, the lil drama queen or the BIG DRAMA QUEEN THAT CHOSE TO 'ENLIGHTEN' THE LITTLE ONE. We were only in Key West for a week for crying out loud ... I guess Dr. Teats really tapped into his femine side more than I was aware of ... GOODness.
What will it be tomorrow ... daddy told me my poop stinks? haha. Silly boys ...always bursting our bubbless ...:)
She came dramatically running in while I was making dinner ....(slaving away microwaving left over turkey and mashed potatoes for Dr Teats and macaroni and cheese for the kids ... ha) SOBBING HER EYES OUT ...HYPERVENTILATING ... she has been in her daddy's office ...she
loves ...eh hem (that would be an understatement) ...ADORES her daddy ...
Sweet Jesus ...I am sensitive but this kid is over the top emotional ...IT IS CLEAR SOMETHING IS VERY WRONG ... and so of course I knelt down to hug her and ask her what was wrong ...and so it unfolds ...
"MAH- A- AAAA - MMMEEEEEE -EEEE ...." (I tell her to calm down and take a deep breath ...) "BUT mooooooommmy my blue eyes are gone ..." (HUH???) "My blue eyes are gone and they are green now mommy...I don't want green eyes I want blue eyes and they are gone mommy....they are gone... daddy said my blue eyes are gone and they are green now...."
Mother trucker. Are you kidding me right now? When will Dr. Teats pull his head out of his tail end ... he told a THREE YEAR OLD, DRAMA QUEEN, THAT HER GORGEOUS BLUE-GREEN EYES WERE NO LONGER BLUE, THEY WERE GREEN ... hahaha ... for the love. WHEN WILL THE MADNESS END AROUND HERE ... I have a sneaky feeling ... in about 15 years ...and then, the madness will still be close... but hopefully off in a college dorm room somewhere and I'll only get the phone and home-for-the-holidays version.
For the record ...the pistol does have gorgeous eyes ... but we tell her how smart and fun and sweet she is a whole lot more than she ever hears about her BLUE EYES ...not to mention - Dr Teats and I both have green ...so why on earth is she so horrified at three years old about green eyes...HAHA...wow. Seriously they have always been a very powdery blue on the verge of light green ...just depends on what she has on ...it's not like they JUST CHANGED ONE DAY DR. TEATS!!! Honestly.
I just don't know who I'm more annoyed with, the lil drama queen or the BIG DRAMA QUEEN THAT CHOSE TO 'ENLIGHTEN' THE LITTLE ONE. We were only in Key West for a week for crying out loud ... I guess Dr. Teats really tapped into his femine side more than I was aware of ... GOODness.
What will it be tomorrow ... daddy told me my poop stinks? haha. Silly boys ...always bursting our bubbless ...:)
Monday, November 24, 2008
THE MORNING SHTANK
I'm feeling like not-so-super-mom today ... I have a pounding headache (which don't want to sound whiny - that is really out of the ordinary for MF ..especially AFTER I've had my coffee) my little pistols have been at each other, LOUD (hmmm don't know where they get that?) and driving me nuts ...I'm tired of yelling no and threatening time outs ... I put the lil'est pistol down for a nap, and sent 3 year old out back unsupervised to blow bubbles ...WE ARE ALL STILL IN OUR COZIES ...ahhhh, the quiet, with my mocha...catching up on my favorite blogs. I feel only a little guilty ...:) BUT NOT THAT GUILTY ... hehe. Guess I better make myself productive at some point ...
OH WHAT TIMING ..ON THAT NOTE ..
Eldest pistol just came over by me, scrunched up her nose and goes "mom ...you are STINKY ..." and I said to her "You mean my breath is stinky does it smell like coffee?" She says "no, YOU are stinky ..and yah your breath is dragon breath too."
Damn it all ...guess that means I have to shower which means the only REAL dilemma at this point in time is ... do I wash my hair too or do day 2 nappy curly hair in a baseball cap ...you SO know what I'm gonna do don't ya. ...
Ta-ta for now ...I have a shower to take.
OH WHAT TIMING ..ON THAT NOTE ..
Eldest pistol just came over by me, scrunched up her nose and goes "mom ...you are STINKY ..." and I said to her "You mean my breath is stinky does it smell like coffee?" She says "no, YOU are stinky ..and yah your breath is dragon breath too."
Damn it all ...guess that means I have to shower which means the only REAL dilemma at this point in time is ... do I wash my hair too or do day 2 nappy curly hair in a baseball cap ...you SO know what I'm gonna do don't ya. ...
Ta-ta for now ...I have a shower to take.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
The Monokini ...and an accessory to go with it ...
Since you're waiting on pins and needles I'm sure ... let me take you out of your misery and put you into mine ... I have a lot to say tonight ...but, I'll just start with a short little story to get back in my GROOVE THANG with this silly little blog.
So ...Key West ...FAB. Lots to say bout that but I have weeks to recap the events ...but the one I think I need to unload the fastest is similar to a little story about SCUBA diving you may or may NOT recall ... I'm pretty sure I have a numb ass crack. No seriously ...
There is a long story that goes along with THIS new story about a few too many cocktails, an Irish Pub and a bathing suit purchase very late at night ... the only important fact from that saga is that it was a "Monokini" ...for starters I have no business in one of these gettups but 10 cocktails later I thought I looked like a freakin' Victoria Secret model in the damn thing and bought it. Needless to say ... the next day ..we head out for our daily sun worship and drink fest by the pool, and the lounge chairs by the pool were all taken so we had to venture out onto the dock that actually sat right on the ocean ... which was fine with us ... b/c that meant we were that much closer to the bar. So this is the pecking order ... me, (closest to the bar) Babalicous BFF, BFF's hubbalicious and Dr. Teats. I pounded a few mudslides and my gut was no longer appearing as if I'd just been recouping from gall bladder surgery or a lack of food or diarrhea, it looks like I was 8 months pregnant. I proceeded to the nearest ladies room which felt like it was a mile away ... I get in there as fast as I can and realize ...wet, sticky, MONOF'NKINI ... CRAP ... If I pull the whole thing off, good luck getting it back on ...picture saran wrap around a crap load of cottage cheese and there is your visual for the day.
So, my loopy genius came out in me ... and I thought to myself ...could I not just pull the bikini bottom part down over my arse ...go pee and then pull it back up- awkward but I think I can do it - still attached without peeling the whole contraption off me not to mention how ON EARTH would I ever get this thing back on?
Well girls... MF is now MFG ... BECAUSE IT WORKED LIKE A CHAMP ... and I was off and out of there and back to my lounge chair ... a whole slough of men standing at the bar admiring me as I settled back into my lounge chair ... my three compadres busy reading and resting ... I figure it's a good time to let everyone around admire my backside since it was a little on the pale side for day 3 in the Keys and I wanted to even out ...after about 30 minutes of the men at the bar besides themselves over my new monokini ...they had had enough to drink that they were just downright giddy with the giggles over me ... the HOT BFF (that they were all REALLY hot for - no joke) turns over to me and goes "GIRL ... YOU HAVE THE BIGGEST PIECE OF TOILET PAPER I'VE EVER SEEN STUCK IN YOUR BATHING SUIT HANGIN' OUT YOUR ASS AND FLAPPIN IN THE WIND ...I HAD TO LOOK TWICE BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS ..." This sister is cackling like only she and I can ... and she can't even take it ... it was one of those moments where as a NORMAL HUMAN BEING SHE WANTED TO STAND UP AND ANNOUNCE ."HEY Y'ALL...CAN I GET YOUR ATTENTION ... LOOK OVER HERE ...MY BESTIE JUST GOT TP STUCK IN HER FAT ASS IN THE REST ROOM AND HAS BEEN LYING OVER HERE IN IT FOR 30 MINUTES AHHHHHHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA!" But instead the GOOD FRIEND THAT SHE IS she had to just bury her head in her cover up that she was using as a pillow and muffle her endearing cackles...never ...ending...cackles.
And so, you see ... it wasn't just a square on the bottom of a wet shoe in the middle of winter ...it was about a foot and half long ...and I know how long it was ... and you want to know why I know how long it was? Because, as I explained a few moments later to my BFF, the rest room was out of toilet seat covers so I had to make my own because I wasn't stable enough to do the squat an inch over toilet without touching it ... so I pulled two strips, each a foot and a half or so long ... and put them on either side of the toilet ...dutied, and then when I turned to flush ...I saw the one go down but couldn't find the other one ... checked the floor on either side...nope, nothing... thought maybe I totally forgot to do the left side ... nope I am sure that I did ... hmmm ...how strange ... can't find it anywhere ...
Apparently, MF isn't such a MF'n Genius after all. Note to self: When swiftly pulling your monokini bottom back into desired position with a slight buzz... check for self made toilet seat cover hanging OUT YOUR ASS CRACK AND DARLING NEW BATHING SUIT ...
The really bad news: This wouldn't be the last time during the week that MF had toilet paper stuck in her crack. I'm going to have to start carrying a compact with me aren't I ... HOW DOES ONE NOT FEEL THESE THINGS? I really thought the hernias were bad but that 10 lb 2 oz pistol really left me with far worse dilemmas ...
I'm sure I've left you really wanting more ...cheers for now.
MF
So ...Key West ...FAB. Lots to say bout that but I have weeks to recap the events ...but the one I think I need to unload the fastest is similar to a little story about SCUBA diving you may or may NOT recall ... I'm pretty sure I have a numb ass crack. No seriously ...
There is a long story that goes along with THIS new story about a few too many cocktails, an Irish Pub and a bathing suit purchase very late at night ... the only important fact from that saga is that it was a "Monokini" ...for starters I have no business in one of these gettups but 10 cocktails later I thought I looked like a freakin' Victoria Secret model in the damn thing and bought it. Needless to say ... the next day ..we head out for our daily sun worship and drink fest by the pool, and the lounge chairs by the pool were all taken so we had to venture out onto the dock that actually sat right on the ocean ... which was fine with us ... b/c that meant we were that much closer to the bar. So this is the pecking order ... me, (closest to the bar) Babalicous BFF, BFF's hubbalicious and Dr. Teats. I pounded a few mudslides and my gut was no longer appearing as if I'd just been recouping from gall bladder surgery or a lack of food or diarrhea, it looks like I was 8 months pregnant. I proceeded to the nearest ladies room which felt like it was a mile away ... I get in there as fast as I can and realize ...wet, sticky, MONOF'NKINI ... CRAP ... If I pull the whole thing off, good luck getting it back on ...picture saran wrap around a crap load of cottage cheese and there is your visual for the day.
So, my loopy genius came out in me ... and I thought to myself ...could I not just pull the bikini bottom part down over my arse ...go pee and then pull it back up- awkward but I think I can do it - still attached without peeling the whole contraption off me not to mention how ON EARTH would I ever get this thing back on?
Well girls... MF is now MFG ... BECAUSE IT WORKED LIKE A CHAMP ... and I was off and out of there and back to my lounge chair ... a whole slough of men standing at the bar admiring me as I settled back into my lounge chair ... my three compadres busy reading and resting ... I figure it's a good time to let everyone around admire my backside since it was a little on the pale side for day 3 in the Keys and I wanted to even out ...after about 30 minutes of the men at the bar besides themselves over my new monokini ...they had had enough to drink that they were just downright giddy with the giggles over me ... the HOT BFF (that they were all REALLY hot for - no joke) turns over to me and goes "GIRL ... YOU HAVE THE BIGGEST PIECE OF TOILET PAPER I'VE EVER SEEN STUCK IN YOUR BATHING SUIT HANGIN' OUT YOUR ASS AND FLAPPIN IN THE WIND ...I HAD TO LOOK TWICE BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS ..." This sister is cackling like only she and I can ... and she can't even take it ... it was one of those moments where as a NORMAL HUMAN BEING SHE WANTED TO STAND UP AND ANNOUNCE ."HEY Y'ALL...CAN I GET YOUR ATTENTION ... LOOK OVER HERE ...MY BESTIE JUST GOT TP STUCK IN HER FAT ASS IN THE REST ROOM AND HAS BEEN LYING OVER HERE IN IT FOR 30 MINUTES AHHHHHHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA!" But instead the GOOD FRIEND THAT SHE IS she had to just bury her head in her cover up that she was using as a pillow and muffle her endearing cackles...never ...ending...cackles.
And so, you see ... it wasn't just a square on the bottom of a wet shoe in the middle of winter ...it was about a foot and half long ...and I know how long it was ... and you want to know why I know how long it was? Because, as I explained a few moments later to my BFF, the rest room was out of toilet seat covers so I had to make my own because I wasn't stable enough to do the squat an inch over toilet without touching it ... so I pulled two strips, each a foot and a half or so long ... and put them on either side of the toilet ...dutied, and then when I turned to flush ...I saw the one go down but couldn't find the other one ... checked the floor on either side...nope, nothing... thought maybe I totally forgot to do the left side ... nope I am sure that I did ... hmmm ...how strange ... can't find it anywhere ...
Apparently, MF isn't such a MF'n Genius after all. Note to self: When swiftly pulling your monokini bottom back into desired position with a slight buzz... check for self made toilet seat cover hanging OUT YOUR ASS CRACK AND DARLING NEW BATHING SUIT ...
The really bad news: This wouldn't be the last time during the week that MF had toilet paper stuck in her crack. I'm going to have to start carrying a compact with me aren't I ... HOW DOES ONE NOT FEEL THESE THINGS? I really thought the hernias were bad but that 10 lb 2 oz pistol really left me with far worse dilemmas ...
I'm sure I've left you really wanting more ...cheers for now.
MF
Thursday, November 6, 2008
A-OK
To the two of you who think this blog is entertaining and read it ... thanks for hanging in there as there has been a blog drought for M.F. this week. Don't worry, I still have my kidneys and my heart is still the original ... I'm not missing the gall bladder at all, however - it's been a bit like the salad shooter in the VERY BACK BATHROOM lately. I'm not sure what that's all about but they say it's normal - so I'm enjoying not being bloated for the first time E-V-E-R. The itching has subsided and although my stomach still looks like Edward Scissorhands artwork ... it's A-OK.
Well ... I have yet to find just the right color PURPLE sheets but the pistol has been sleeping quite well for the past few nights so that's A-OK too. The real stress has been preparing to get the hell out of dodge for a week WITHOUT the pistols ... and it's proven to be a challenge. My parents (bless their 69 year old hearts...) are moving in to my palace for a week to care for the girls. God love 'em because I need this vacation like nobody's business. Nevermind the fact that I can no longer scuba dive b/c I CAN'T LIFT OVER 30 LBS FOR 3 MORE WEEKS.
On that note, I have a lil story for you ... and BFF this one's for you because you were there, and you still like to hear me tell it over and over and over ...so here it goes ... Dr. Teats and I have BFF's up in Oregon (because that's where he Dr. Teats did his schooling) ... and they invited us on a little vacation to Key West, FL for a week. I thought it all sounded nuts ...but whatever - it's with them so who cared. Let me just preface the rest of the story but telling you it was one of the best weeks of my life and I'd highly recommend Key West (which is why I'm going back again this next week ...ha). So ... our BFF's are S.C.U.B.A. certified and love to dive - so they thought it would be a good idea to have us give it a test run. So we enrolled in a 'resort' course ...which was like a 4 hour classroom and in the pool gig that would allow us to do up to 30ft ...and we could go on the same dive as our certified friends ...the only catch was - we had to stay with the instructors during the dive (fine with me as I'm terrified of sharks and figured somehow they could smell one before I could...) So ... I'm a dumb Californian by nature (only living in Oregon at that time) that thought it was more important to have on a cute bikini instead of a functional one ... b/c Lord knows I'd been living in Oregon AND NEEDED TO GET MY TAN ON AS I WAS PALE AS A GHOST. So any chance at sun on my white body I had, I took.
Well I was about to take that tan gig to a whole new level. I put on my equipment (more than 30lbs) ... flop with my big ass fins to the side of the boat nervous as all hell, breathing heavy as can be (huge no-no in diving) and F-R-E-A-K-I-N-G out ... SO I hold onto my mask and HUGE BREATHING APPARATUS and step off of the back of the boat and in I drop into the cold ocean ... GIRLS AT THAT POINT ...I was just glad me and all of my stuff had all stayed together ...(as opposed to a yard sale right there in the ocean). So the next thing you do is go down this little rope 30 ft - every 3 ft or so pinching your nose and blowing so that you decompress or whatever ...(that is probably the totally wrong word making this all even more of a goat rope) One of the signs you learn is the A-OK sign ... because obviously you can't talk while underneath ...well my big mouth still TRIED, but you're not supposed to. So you have to have these goofy little codes. My BFF had to join me at the rope because after 3 feet my ears were ready to explode and I knew I had another 27 to go ...she had to get right in front of me eye to eye and I know she was cussing me to pay attention to her and CHILL THE F OUT. haha. She was truly patient though ... and got me to the bottom where we needed to be ...I'm still a mess - mask doesn't feel right, it's totally fogging up, I can't remember the trick of cleaning it out underwater to save my life, breathing doesn't feel right, I'm trying so hard to concentrate, I don't have enough weight on my belt to keep me down so I kept bobbing up which meant I'd have to get back down which obviously by now you know that's not my strength - those instructors clearly thought my ass was fatter than it was by the amount of weight they DIDN'T put on me and thought I already had - Anyway all of that going on ...while at the same time totally fascinated and amazed at what I AM able to see - it was like nothing I'd ever seen and immediately I was taken in with the fact that I'd made a great decision to participate in this little scuba diving excursion.
Here is where it gets good - our BFF's get to go on their own now so they are off and about exploring - every so often coming by for a swim to have a good underwater cackle at me flailing my arms like an octopus (another no-no) just trying to control myself ... I'm sure it was a sight to see because they kept coming over and then I'd just see their faces laughing (like that little girl with the braces on Nemo) their asses off and bubbles coming out of their masks like crazy. Anyhow Dr. Teats knew my one big fear was sharks or something getting me ... so he thinks that's terribly funny and is making great fun of my freak out, and he is totally relaxed and enjoying all of this as if he's been doing it for years ... and annoyingly enough - he's been swimming in front of me the whole time ...so it goes instructor 1 (hot), Dr. Teats, me, and instructor 2 (equally hot) and I'm close to my instructor like a baby dolphin fearing for her life. Anyway - next thing I know ... instructor 2 (who was behind me) has made some motion to instructor 1 and now they are both extremely interested in showing me new things, and making sure I'm ok (said A-OK sign) and I was getting a lot of those from them which I thought was SUPER nice and accommodating ... a big tip was on the way for them ...so NOW they are waving me on to go ahead of them and explore ...and they would stay close behind ... and CLOSE BEHIND ME THEY WERE ... Dr. Teats is still ahead and I'm following him close now feeling pretty confident about my new found diving skills BECAUSE if my instructors think I'm A-OK - then I MUST be. About this time - Dr. Teats spots a Lobster or something behind a rock and feels compelled to sit and stare at it for awhile - that didn't amuse me at all - show me the big pretty fish and barracuda ... and I'm happy, so I kept going ..instructors still right on my tail sweet as can be, BLESS THEIR HEARTS - THEY WERE SO AWESOME! Pretty soon ... I feel what I'm sure is A SHARK bump into my foot ... and I turn around in a panic ...it's Dr. Teats ...laughing and pointing at me ...I DON'T GIVE HIM THE A-OK SIGN ...I flip him the notorious BIRD ON POINT ...b/c I figure that should be a universal diving sign ...and I shoo him away and in my bubbled mask, underwatered voice tell him to get the F away from me and leave me alone and stop scaring me ...but he keeps following after me, and tugging at me ... I'm totally annoyed not understanding why my good and faithful instructors aren't stepping up to the plate and shaming him for "playing games" underwater!!! Finally ..Dr. Teats puts his hands up to me with no smile, palms flat out at me like "calm down" b/c I'm now flipping him DOUBLE barrels ... and really getting pissed ... and he comes up behind me slowly - still motioning me to stay calm. HE PROCEEDS, TO PULL BOTH, BBBOOOOOOOOOOTH SIDES OF MY BIKINI BOTTOM OUT OF MY ASS CRACK ... and ladies, the way it felt when he pulled them out - they had to have been WAYYYY up there I WAS HORRIFIED. They must have gone up enema style when I plunged in off of the back of the boat and I was so concerned with everything else I didn't even know. I know I know, you say to yourself ...HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW MOCHAFREAK THAT YOUR BATHING SUIT WAS ENTIRELY UP YOUR ASS ... well, I didn't know (let's not forget it was a LITTLE one, and this was a time in life while I was still wearing a thong and not going commando yet so it felt normal I'm sure ha!) ... what I DO KNOW ...is that I now know, why I had such fantastic, attentive ...dive instructors that had all the faith in the world in me to lead the dive. They were A-OK.
Hopefully I'll have one last post for you tomorrow before I bid you farewell ... but it's not likely. I have to go get toes, nails, and A WHOLE LOT OF HAIR WAXED OFF IN THE NEXT TWO HOURS ...just in case someone ends up following me while snorkeling ... may as well be nice and trimmed up. haha.
Thanks for letting me write this blog ...I make myself laugh writing it. Hope you are all well ... thanks for your well wishes and thoughts and prayers I truly am feeling much better. :)
XOXO
M.F.
Well ... I have yet to find just the right color PURPLE sheets but the pistol has been sleeping quite well for the past few nights so that's A-OK too. The real stress has been preparing to get the hell out of dodge for a week WITHOUT the pistols ... and it's proven to be a challenge. My parents (bless their 69 year old hearts...) are moving in to my palace for a week to care for the girls. God love 'em because I need this vacation like nobody's business. Nevermind the fact that I can no longer scuba dive b/c I CAN'T LIFT OVER 30 LBS FOR 3 MORE WEEKS.
On that note, I have a lil story for you ... and BFF this one's for you because you were there, and you still like to hear me tell it over and over and over ...so here it goes ... Dr. Teats and I have BFF's up in Oregon (because that's where he Dr. Teats did his schooling) ... and they invited us on a little vacation to Key West, FL for a week. I thought it all sounded nuts ...but whatever - it's with them so who cared. Let me just preface the rest of the story but telling you it was one of the best weeks of my life and I'd highly recommend Key West (which is why I'm going back again this next week ...ha). So ... our BFF's are S.C.U.B.A. certified and love to dive - so they thought it would be a good idea to have us give it a test run. So we enrolled in a 'resort' course ...which was like a 4 hour classroom and in the pool gig that would allow us to do up to 30ft ...and we could go on the same dive as our certified friends ...the only catch was - we had to stay with the instructors during the dive (fine with me as I'm terrified of sharks and figured somehow they could smell one before I could...) So ... I'm a dumb Californian by nature (only living in Oregon at that time) that thought it was more important to have on a cute bikini instead of a functional one ... b/c Lord knows I'd been living in Oregon AND NEEDED TO GET MY TAN ON AS I WAS PALE AS A GHOST. So any chance at sun on my white body I had, I took.
Well I was about to take that tan gig to a whole new level. I put on my equipment (more than 30lbs) ... flop with my big ass fins to the side of the boat nervous as all hell, breathing heavy as can be (huge no-no in diving) and F-R-E-A-K-I-N-G out ... SO I hold onto my mask and HUGE BREATHING APPARATUS and step off of the back of the boat and in I drop into the cold ocean ... GIRLS AT THAT POINT ...I was just glad me and all of my stuff had all stayed together ...(as opposed to a yard sale right there in the ocean). So the next thing you do is go down this little rope 30 ft - every 3 ft or so pinching your nose and blowing so that you decompress or whatever ...(that is probably the totally wrong word making this all even more of a goat rope) One of the signs you learn is the A-OK sign ... because obviously you can't talk while underneath ...well my big mouth still TRIED, but you're not supposed to. So you have to have these goofy little codes. My BFF had to join me at the rope because after 3 feet my ears were ready to explode and I knew I had another 27 to go ...she had to get right in front of me eye to eye and I know she was cussing me to pay attention to her and CHILL THE F OUT. haha. She was truly patient though ... and got me to the bottom where we needed to be ...I'm still a mess - mask doesn't feel right, it's totally fogging up, I can't remember the trick of cleaning it out underwater to save my life, breathing doesn't feel right, I'm trying so hard to concentrate, I don't have enough weight on my belt to keep me down so I kept bobbing up which meant I'd have to get back down which obviously by now you know that's not my strength - those instructors clearly thought my ass was fatter than it was by the amount of weight they DIDN'T put on me and thought I already had - Anyway all of that going on ...while at the same time totally fascinated and amazed at what I AM able to see - it was like nothing I'd ever seen and immediately I was taken in with the fact that I'd made a great decision to participate in this little scuba diving excursion.
Here is where it gets good - our BFF's get to go on their own now so they are off and about exploring - every so often coming by for a swim to have a good underwater cackle at me flailing my arms like an octopus (another no-no) just trying to control myself ... I'm sure it was a sight to see because they kept coming over and then I'd just see their faces laughing (like that little girl with the braces on Nemo) their asses off and bubbles coming out of their masks like crazy. Anyhow Dr. Teats knew my one big fear was sharks or something getting me ... so he thinks that's terribly funny and is making great fun of my freak out, and he is totally relaxed and enjoying all of this as if he's been doing it for years ... and annoyingly enough - he's been swimming in front of me the whole time ...so it goes instructor 1 (hot), Dr. Teats, me, and instructor 2 (equally hot) and I'm close to my instructor like a baby dolphin fearing for her life. Anyway - next thing I know ... instructor 2 (who was behind me) has made some motion to instructor 1 and now they are both extremely interested in showing me new things, and making sure I'm ok (said A-OK sign) and I was getting a lot of those from them which I thought was SUPER nice and accommodating ... a big tip was on the way for them ...so NOW they are waving me on to go ahead of them and explore ...and they would stay close behind ... and CLOSE BEHIND ME THEY WERE ... Dr. Teats is still ahead and I'm following him close now feeling pretty confident about my new found diving skills BECAUSE if my instructors think I'm A-OK - then I MUST be. About this time - Dr. Teats spots a Lobster or something behind a rock and feels compelled to sit and stare at it for awhile - that didn't amuse me at all - show me the big pretty fish and barracuda ... and I'm happy, so I kept going ..instructors still right on my tail sweet as can be, BLESS THEIR HEARTS - THEY WERE SO AWESOME! Pretty soon ... I feel what I'm sure is A SHARK bump into my foot ... and I turn around in a panic ...it's Dr. Teats ...laughing and pointing at me ...I DON'T GIVE HIM THE A-OK SIGN ...I flip him the notorious BIRD ON POINT ...b/c I figure that should be a universal diving sign ...and I shoo him away and in my bubbled mask, underwatered voice tell him to get the F away from me and leave me alone and stop scaring me ...but he keeps following after me, and tugging at me ... I'm totally annoyed not understanding why my good and faithful instructors aren't stepping up to the plate and shaming him for "playing games" underwater!!! Finally ..Dr. Teats puts his hands up to me with no smile, palms flat out at me like "calm down" b/c I'm now flipping him DOUBLE barrels ... and really getting pissed ... and he comes up behind me slowly - still motioning me to stay calm. HE PROCEEDS, TO PULL BOTH, BBBOOOOOOOOOOTH SIDES OF MY BIKINI BOTTOM OUT OF MY ASS CRACK ... and ladies, the way it felt when he pulled them out - they had to have been WAYYYY up there I WAS HORRIFIED. They must have gone up enema style when I plunged in off of the back of the boat and I was so concerned with everything else I didn't even know. I know I know, you say to yourself ...HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW MOCHAFREAK THAT YOUR BATHING SUIT WAS ENTIRELY UP YOUR ASS ... well, I didn't know (let's not forget it was a LITTLE one, and this was a time in life while I was still wearing a thong and not going commando yet so it felt normal I'm sure ha!) ... what I DO KNOW ...is that I now know, why I had such fantastic, attentive ...dive instructors that had all the faith in the world in me to lead the dive. They were A-OK.
Hopefully I'll have one last post for you tomorrow before I bid you farewell ... but it's not likely. I have to go get toes, nails, and A WHOLE LOT OF HAIR WAXED OFF IN THE NEXT TWO HOURS ...just in case someone ends up following me while snorkeling ... may as well be nice and trimmed up. haha.
Thanks for letting me write this blog ...I make myself laugh writing it. Hope you are all well ... thanks for your well wishes and thoughts and prayers I truly am feeling much better. :)
XOXO
M.F.
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