tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246968492012-01-24T08:58:17.520-06:00"Either stay in the shallow end of the pool, or go out in the ocean" ~Christopher ReeveGwynnenoreply@blogger.comBlogger5761100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-41152736702242026152009-10-06T23:52:00.005-05:002009-10-18T15:39:12.509-05:00

We had our first encounter with the family therapist a couple weeks ago. I have very mixed feelings about it. I left feeling like it was a good start, open honest discussion about the good, bad and the ugly. But the more I think about it, the angrier I get. Maybe "angry" isn't the right word, but frustrated. I think it's important that we as a family have a forum to discuss the difficult

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-50927430286796995802009-09-25T09:15:00.003-05:002009-09-25T09:31:29.001-05:00

I almost forgot to mention the highlight of last week...I ventured into a real live PAWN SHOP for the first time in my life. And not the kind that's all clean and sterile either. No, this was the kind with bars on the windows and surveillance cameras everywhere and lots of guns and knives on the shelves, in a seedy part of town. Why? Because we decided to do something nice for our daughter

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-57933045772444015912009-09-25T01:06:00.005-05:002009-09-25T01:59:46.034-05:00

I know I'm due for some kind of update around here. It'd be so much easier if I'd just jot down a note or two every day rather than let everything build up inside for a month. Sheesh.Our daughter is out of rehab and back home now, adjusting to the "boring" life again. She says she really, really enjoyed the program and is glad she did it. She admits now to having reservations about it all the

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-74577698091033448842009-08-30T20:23:00.001-05:002009-08-31T10:48:10.181-05:00

We just returned from visiting with our daughter, Julian’s mother, at her place of recovery, three hours away. She is on day 13 of a 30-day program, and she was given a pass to leave the facility with us for a few hours. It was a very rewarding visit. She is embracing the recovery process and enjoying the people and environment enough to stick with what must be a very difficult process. She

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-74733872928334046282009-08-22T12:33:00.018-05:002009-08-29T13:33:37.212-05:00

Off to Costco, to stock up for the Apocolypse...One Year food supply, for twoFruit supplyVegetable supplyDeluxe Emergency Supply KitYou gotta love Costco. I gave up my membership for a few years because, as good as the bargains were, I always felt broke after leaving their warehouses. Not to mention the difficulty storing the pallets of toilet paper and paper towels. Now look! You can buy food

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-86340856023824591022009-08-21T10:17:00.002-05:002009-08-21T10:31:21.221-05:00

A big reason I began blogging was to spend a little time journaling. I've never been good at doing this, but thought it was important to do and thought by having a public face, I might be pressured to keep at it a bit more. That was a faulty assumption. I'm just not disciplined about it. Lately, there has been a lot of stressful stuff going on, much of which isn't very good blog fodder, but I'm

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-73024739365889396792009-08-12T11:19:00.003-05:002009-08-12T12:58:47.963-05:00

Well, little Spartacus just sustained his first injury. We've added "Black Eyed Pea" to his list of monikers. And under my very close and watchful supervision, I might add. He's had his share of close calls...1) rolling off the bed (thank goodness it was not far off the ground due to a previous incident wherein the entire bed caved in, and he appeared to have rolled sideways onto his back rather

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-5768260178528954392009-07-31T12:31:00.007-05:002009-07-31T13:59:15.379-05:00

Thursday's edition was delayed because of THIS (I thought life as I knew it was over!):Nearly 2 inches in diameter!Thanks to what I have come to learn is a Funnel Web Grass spider (and not the dreaded Brown Recluse spider that I thought), my entire bedroom was turned upside down and vacuumed, dusted and sprayed in order that I might sleep last night. I caught this utterly despicable creature

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-7817156809031656932009-07-24T07:56:00.005-05:002009-07-24T08:17:06.810-05:00

Good grief! I just turned on the 7:00 am news shows (all of them, in rotation, searching for our local weather report for the day) and every. single. one. of them was busy covering the Cambridge Police vs. Professor Gates vs. President Obama story. And not just a little news blip either, but all of them were going on and on for a good 10 minutes (I know this because I continued to flip between

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-63432569254344314062009-07-16T09:29:00.006-05:002009-07-17T11:19:53.999-05:00

This is sweet. The other day, this little green finch showed up at our kitchen window, flapping its wings, trying to get inside.The reason? Because inside, in its cage, was our European Green Finch singing his little heart out. Now, the one outside also appears to be a male, so I don't know why the attraction, but maybe I'm wrong about that. I haven't heard "him" sing. Now, he's returned for the

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-11203440125557111292009-07-13T09:14:00.000-05:002009-07-14T09:14:02.886-05:00

Okay, okay. Something has to supersede the MJ post. Here we have the destruction caused by a single cute puppy with a death wish (and enough chew toys on the kitchen floor to trip 6 adults at once but apparently not enough to prevent this): Kitchen chairs Kitchen Aid Mixer ($300+)Cuisinart Food Processor ($200+) Jack LaLane Juicer (Three Easy Payments of ??) Toaster $27 (untouched)This dog is

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-77183345833659164932009-07-07T13:46:00.008-05:002009-07-07T15:42:19.638-05:00

I don't mind sharing the limelight with Michael Jackson on my birthday. Really, I don't. I never liked being the center of attention anyway. It's funny to hear the various channels announcing the changes in tv coverage resulting from the preemption...things like Days of Our Lives are being moved around so as not to be missed. Never mind that REAL news has been preempted for the last two weeks in

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-39890307555152329932009-07-04T22:38:00.005-05:002009-07-04T23:05:42.665-05:00

Some people burned firecrackers, bottle rockets and sparklers. I burned up 9 years worth of excessive notes and useless paper from my former day job. I finally hauled home the last of the boxes that were in my old office, knowing that when I did so I would have to go through them and purge a bunch. I tried to save valuable practice aids for my own reference and sent any client pertinent notes

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-68177405166546301112009-07-01T22:14:00.004-05:002009-07-01T22:28:00.295-05:00

On Sunday, while visiting with our daughter (Julian's mother), we went to the Panda Express drive-thru for dinner on our way back to her place. After we finished eating, she was about to throw the bag away and I said, "Wait! There are fortune cookies in there!!" and I reached in and grabbed them both, carelessly handing one to her (normally, we make a point to carefully pick our cookies, making

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-18632767874827560942009-06-28T22:29:00.012-05:002009-06-29T13:10:13.676-05:00

Today was a very nice day, most of which was spent celebrating Julian's birthday again. Our favorite babysitter wanted to throw him a party and invite several other children that she babysits. It was very sweet and for Julian, a rare encounter with his peers. He likes them. He adapted easily and welcomed the pushing, pulling, giving, grabbing and kissing that began the moment we walked in the

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-14292115081669465152009-06-26T17:37:00.007-05:002009-06-27T10:08:19.035-05:00

Let the record show...At last, Little Spartacus is crawling! And pulling himself up! As of yesterday, I'd say, he is able to crawl across the room without pulling himself on his stomach commando style. Once he realized he could do this, there was no stopping him, kind of like a wind-up toy that's been wound very tightly and finally released. The same with the pulling up. He has his own little "

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-28451072013207662242009-06-23T13:30:00.003-05:002009-06-23T13:40:20.997-05:00

I can't believe I needed a recipe for this, but doubtful of my own abilities to just whip up a good potato leek soup, I consulted this book by someone named Crescent Dragonwagon (I've no idea if that is her real name, but I have met her and she's a little out of this world, IYKWIM). Anyway, this is souper simple and very good:Chop up a pound of potatoes (I used small new red potatoes and left

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-72219450688072067082009-06-21T09:09:00.008-05:002009-06-21T10:19:08.058-05:00

Dear Dad,Last year, on Father's Day, we were a little busy. For me, it was a reminder of how important is a Father's role. Unlike Julian's father, you have ALWAYS been there for me. Even when you and Mom got divorced, I always felt like the most important thing for you was maintaining your relationship with me and my brother, as our father. You made sure to spend time with us and celebrated

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-41342414208010258022009-06-15T09:41:00.010-05:002009-06-15T10:20:34.333-05:00

From this... To This...One Year Old!Dear Julian,One year ago today, you surprised us all! You were 10 weeks early and we had no idea you were ready yet! Grandpa drove Mommy to the hospital in a big hurry and Grandma came as soon as she learned that you were really ready to come out. She thought Mommy just needed to get some rest, but the doctors kept Mommy in the hospital and put her on some

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-10399793542966248162009-06-14T10:19:00.005-05:002009-06-14T10:31:15.009-05:00

While digging in the archives for photos for tomorrow's 1-year birthday post (I can't believe it's been a year already!), I dug deep in search of baby pictures of both his mom and grandpa, to show the similarities, and just for fun. In so doing, I stumbled upon this gem...my husband serving Jack LaLanne and his lovely wife:When he first came to America, back in the olden days, he worked for

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-12740702284751169022009-06-14T09:11:00.003-05:002009-06-14T09:21:49.283-05:00

Our herding champion...he's got one horse mastered, I think. I wish you could hear him talking to the horse in the last photo. ;-)

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-37132524345279698872009-06-12T08:11:00.005-05:002009-06-12T09:59:18.088-05:00

It is amazing how frustratingly difficult the "simple" operation of installing a car seat (excuse me, "child restraint") has become. Last night, I spent the better part of 2 hours reading (yes, I did) the instructions (i.e. WARNINGS, WARNINGS, WARNINGS) and working on the actual installation. Trouble is, the actual install instructions were surprisingly missing from the 39 pages of warnings that

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-50611675619219910112009-06-01T14:15:00.000-05:002009-06-01T14:06:01.508-05:00

Julian's 2nd outing to the pool and still he's looking completely unimpressed with the whole thing. Me, I LOVE swimming so I expected nothing but giggles, splashing and hand clapping. Instead, I got this. Smug drifting, on his ($1 garage sale find!) floatation device. He's looking more like a jaded, can't-be-bothered-right-now, child star than a baby enjoying his first swimming lesson. Maybe it's

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-73279804310722578602009-06-01T13:58:00.002-05:002009-06-01T14:05:18.573-05:00

What in the world is this thing that the dog has dropped at my door?! It appears to have a foot, and maybe a beak. I'm telling you...6 months! I don't think Blue has but 6 months to live.

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-38985292248511198962009-05-30T09:14:00.003-05:002009-05-30T09:25:12.692-05:00

Every morning, he brings us the newspaper. Such a good boy...

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-17811889790469587992009-05-26T00:50:00.004-05:002009-05-26T01:40:33.867-05:00

My father made me do it.So we (the family) were sitting around the picnic table, eating and...Quick brag aside......celebrating my niece's graduation from high school and the amazing fact that she received nearly half a million dollars in scholarship offers!! And yet, it was not enough. :-( Ultimately, she had to turn down several very nice offers from Duke, Wellesley, Vassar, UNC and who knows

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-54907087642532069252009-04-26T10:32:00.001-05:002009-04-26T10:34:39.644-05:00

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-83079958728051285932009-04-26T10:13:00.004-05:002009-04-26T10:27:38.605-05:00

When my husband left for church this morning, he told me to leave Blue in his kennel. Me, wanting him to feel loved and appreciated, let him out to enjoy a little freedom (albeit still corraled in the kitchen). Then I went to play with Julian and came back to find this... I'm lucky that my purse was spared...everything else that was not nailed down and within reach found its way to the floor.I

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-29072138990739669992009-03-24T22:48:00.007-05:002009-03-24T23:43:12.493-05:00

The day's report would not be complete without a brief wrap-up, following this morning's rude awakening:A big tree blew down in the rough winds we had last night (the same tree that a tree trimmer recently offered to take down for us). Fortunately, it didn't take anything else down with it.My husband got his work van stuck in the yard trying to leave for work this morning. He was turning around

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-32695328096415896162009-03-24T11:09:00.006-05:002009-03-24T13:06:41.347-05:00

There's nothing quite like free falling 2 feet out of a deep sleep to make you feel like things are just not going your way. You know, any other time in my life, I might have have just laughed it off, but today it felt like having the...um, bed...pulled out from under me. Looking at the construction of the bed (and pulling out the vacuum cleaner at 5:30am because, eeeeuuwww...look at all that

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-26368752015738115302009-03-21T09:41:00.003-05:002009-03-21T09:51:34.860-05:00

Happy Spring! To celebrate, I bought my first box of Peeps of the season. Orange is the new pink! I picked orange. I've never had orange peeps before. I hope they're just as good as the pink ones. I prefer the chicks over the bunnies because I think there's more surface area to deliver more of the sugary coating, and they are more fun to eat after they've hardened for a week or so in the

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-19527911624551777842009-03-19T12:05:00.013-05:002009-03-26T12:25:41.491-05:00

This is the post I feel I have to write before I can go on. It's as if to ignore the huge pink elephant in the room, I am somehow lying. It's as if I can't blog at all unless people know what is really going on in my life because without a proper dramatic backdrop, the trite and trivial stuff that I would rather comment about is just buzzing in my ears, and it gets annoying even to me. It's a

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-89203161709679651352009-03-15T22:19:00.004-05:002009-03-15T22:40:20.203-05:00

If there is a perfect time NOT to get a new puppy, one that requires potty training and all that, I think it might be at the same time as when your baby is just learning to crawl (and when that also coincides with your wife's busiest month of the year at work, let the buyer beware)! I begged, pleaded with my husband to please wait a month, until I am gainfully unemployed, and then maybe even wait

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-34290069952418233782009-02-26T23:22:00.003-06:002009-02-26T23:29:27.639-06:00

I dreamt last night that I arrived at our bank to make a withdrawal only to discover all of our cash was gone, swept away by the government, to help pay for the Economic Stimulus package. The teller nonchalantly said, "Oh, didn't you watch the news? Yesterday was the last day to withdraw your funds before the government swept everyone's accounts." I woke up in a cold sweat. Suddenly, the boat

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-67791425889649542462009-02-08T15:45:00.000-06:002009-02-08T15:47:47.848-06:00

Faced still with several boxes of uneaten cornflakes (all of which are open now! And by "open," I mean opened in the manner that you see here about which I shall not comment any further because of my already elevated blood pressure), I decided to make these, the World's Best Cookies (recipe copied years ago from the first cookbook of the San Francisco Junior League). These are really delicious

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-8843048528501105792009-02-08T15:24:00.002-06:002009-02-08T15:28:21.785-06:00

As you know, babies like to pull things off of your face and ears, so I often feel the tug on my glasses. This time, I turned the tables on Sparky and snapped this photo...he actually seemed to enjoy wearing them. I wonder what his world looked like given that I'm nearly legally blind without them?

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-44985288111719841282009-02-04T23:47:00.003-06:002009-02-05T10:13:56.710-06:00

As one who has always used a PC (unless you count the original Apple and Apple II computers...no?), I know I would be frustrated like Janie if I tried to make the switch to the oh-so-cool Mac. Not that I don't drool when I go into the Apple store. It's just that it took me forever to learn how to navigate the "simple" ipod (mostly because I couldn't or wouldn't read the online manual). But this

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-15753228416328104522009-02-02T12:14:00.004-06:002009-02-02T12:53:53.970-06:00

I'm not quite sure how it happened, but apparently, I set up a Facebook account over a year ago and then never populated it except to upload a profile picture. Then I decided to accept and send a few (very few) "friend" invitations over the weekend and now, I'm up to 9 friends. Nine! This is rather paltry in the world of Facebook, I realize, but such is the story of my life. And as my husband

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-88696127093463278102009-01-27T15:15:00.007-06:002009-01-27T15:38:18.395-06:00

When in Chinatown, who can resist these adorable (and cheap!) outfits?My favorite part is the hairpiece. :-)Here's another rare photo of Baby Sparky in real clothes (as opposed to footed jammies), on his way to (Great) Grammie and (Great) Grandad's for a belated Christmas celebration...You've come a long way, Baby...(6 days old)

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-36909038119348552352009-01-25T14:11:00.004-06:002009-01-25T16:38:38.326-06:00

...make cornflake cookies. I am convinced that there is no better combination in the food world than peanut butter and sugar. Throw in some butter, corn syrup and corn flakes and you've got all the makings of a heavenly diabetic coma. I've got several versions of cornflake cookies lined up, not all of which are coated in peanut butter, but all of which sound positively delicious.This is my

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-7189521158201048562009-01-22T20:27:00.010-06:002009-01-22T23:25:58.819-06:00

Cuteness So I have this blog, see. And I feel like I should post stuff on it. But I've nothing to say. Kind of like a Pooh moment. Or many Pooh moments. And then I try to post and my wireless internet connection is all like, "now you see me, now you don't." So I get frustrated and mad at myself for wasting precious time trying to post only to accomplish nothing. And I can't blog (or access blogs

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-43596925500591360742009-01-09T09:04:00.005-06:002009-01-09T09:58:07.112-06:00

We're back! It was a nice long journey around the western half of the United States, a good balance of time with family, sightseeing, and just plain chilling out/alone time. 7,100 miles of driving, 90% of which was driven by my husband. Our timing could not have been more perfect as we dodged every snow storm, flood, and avalanche. Our only weather event was constant rain on the drive down I-5,

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-87695381369648296042009-01-07T14:30:00.003-06:002009-01-08T10:06:14.623-06:00

No, I'm not going to wax on about my current journey through Hell, Purgatory & Paradise (if Oklahoma is as good as they say...hey, we're almost home anyway!). I just want to comment on a recent...um...I don't know what you call this:During our short stay in San Francisco, we strolled into a few art galleries along the Wharf (near Ghiradelli Square). One was exhibiting the prints of Salvador Dali

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-37837238248484912332009-01-04T14:57:00.003-06:002009-01-04T15:00:20.458-06:00

Thank you all for the prayers...little Spartacus has been released from the hospital and should be ready to travel back to the icy cold miserable Midwest soon. He's a trooper. When we arrived at the hospital to visit him, he was singing and babbling to his toys. When he saw us (and especially his grandpa), he let out a big toothless grin. When I sang "Here Comes Santa Claus" he let out a big

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-60510320270930716252008-12-31T20:12:00.013-06:002009-01-01T16:24:00.406-06:00

Here's a brief travelogue in pictures. We've done a lot of driving and visiting on this journey. Our daughter and grandson stayed with his other grandmother in CA while we drove from the Central Coast of CA up to Tacoma for a few days. Along the way, we stayed a couple nights in San Francisco and a night on the coast of Oregon before landing on our boat in Tacoma where it drizzled and rained

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-13542251557283056142008-12-21T19:20:00.005-06:002008-12-21T19:55:21.882-06:00

A question for mothers everywhere...when your baby is crying, should you...a) Attend to the baby in an attempt to determine the cause of crying,b) Leave the baby in the motel room and go sleep in the car (when it's 17 degrees outside), orc) Lock yourself in the bathroom to escape the sounds of the crying baby and sleep in the bathtub...all night? Here's A Hint (Exhibit A)

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-35207162499643285002008-12-21T00:18:00.005-06:002008-12-21T14:17:45.413-06:00

Deep Fried Twinkies (Oklahoma City) * * Positively the biggest waste of 9,000 calories, ever! This was taken after we were finished eating (as in, none of us could eat another bite...they were absolutely awful and tasted like catfish...I think they were cooked in the wrong fryer...and the berry drizzle did nothing to help). Today, we managed to make it as far as Amarillo, TX before the little one

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-305040289672215162008-12-21T00:14:00.000-06:002008-12-21T00:16:45.706-06:00

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-75692568619721783622008-12-20T16:00:00.007-06:002008-12-21T14:14:10.468-06:00

Is anybody out there?I know it's been awhile. I'm not myself lately. Life has been hard. Not as hard as it gets, by any means, but frustratingly challenging as compared to the easy life to which I've become accustomed. And while it might prove to be an interesting topic for the tabloids someday, I'm afraid I'm still so enveloped in the details that I can't muster up the strength to write about it

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-63157622265973272022008-11-20T20:17:00.006-06:002008-11-20T20:35:54.748-06:00

Today is Julian's three month gestational birthday. On Saturday, he was really (officially) 5 months old, but since he is developmentally only three months old, it's easier to track progress based on his gestational birthday. At this stage in the wee one's life, we are getting smiles and giggles and real interaction on a daily basis. There is nothing that can melt my heart faster than a smile

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-79088857823613952912008-11-09T16:20:00.004-06:002008-11-09T19:56:13.212-06:00

This manual is 4 pages long. No joke. And in English, French and Spanish, for good measure. This reminds me...on my recent flight to CA, I read this great article about manuals in the Southwest magazine, written by our very own James Lileks. Hilarious.

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-82553574356163638642008-11-07T09:20:00.004-06:002008-11-07T09:54:19.044-06:00

The other night, we arrived home from dinner at a friend's home, to find a large fire burning in the pasture behind our home, not on our property, but maybe a few acres away. The winds were blowing hard and the grass was dry. If it was a contolled burn, it appeared to have burned out of control, so we immediately called 911. Then, we panicked a bit. What to do?! Should we evacuate? What should we

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-90449760685484002972008-11-06T10:36:00.006-06:002008-11-06T10:54:26.177-06:00

Is it safe to come out yet? Is the election really over?? Sheesh. What an ordeal. I've had the phone unplugged for weeks now. Now, we pray for our country. And others. What I truly fear now is that our country is headed down a path that ultimately ends with a Socialistic state, something like what I witnessed in its deteriorating stages when visiting old Yugoslavia (now Croatia), in 1993.

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-9282036070711596912008-10-23T10:59:00.010-05:002008-11-09T15:10:30.127-06:00

Smokey (April, 1994 - October 22, 2008)Such a sad day yesterday. It was a decision we hoped we would never have to make, but it seemed that life was being prolonged beyond what was tolerable, if not for Smokey who was stoic to the end, certainly for us. It was so sad to watch him lose his dignity. He could no longer walk, see, or hear. But even to the end, he did his best to control his bowels

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-72850556137487315092008-10-09T16:35:00.014-05:002008-10-13T03:21:57.936-05:00

In California, to tour artists' open studios with my mom...among other things... A Lovely Place to Paint (Cambria, CA) "The Pig Farm on Hwy 46" (by Jeanette Wolfe)(as soon as the artist told me that the pigs were licking her palette while she painted, I had to have this painting!) The Jade Festival, Big Sur, CA (See that head? I watched it sell for $150,000!!!)An Exquisite Carving! The View from

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-34591732268249205172008-10-03T23:11:00.002-05:002008-10-03T23:35:03.546-05:00

Your result for The Classic Dames Test...Katharine HepburnYou scored 12% grit, 29% wit, 62% flair, and 10% class!You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically beautiful or

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-9000538684600684012008-09-27T18:39:00.005-05:002008-09-27T19:25:35.732-05:00

On the debates: do we really ever learn anything new about the candidates by watching them "debate" (debate is in quotes because it seems nobody ever really answers/debates the questions, choosing instead to talk from a script they have rehearsed beforehand regardless of the questions)?On text messaging: when a client arranges a meeting with you and is sitting in your office discussing tax

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-45479281688548853622008-09-20T10:25:00.009-05:002008-09-20T12:55:45.810-05:00

Gratuitous baby pics and Winnie-The-Pooh quotes. :-)“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind."Pooh," he whispered."Yes, Piglet?""Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw, "I just wanted to be sure of you."”"Pooh looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was the right, and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was the right, then the other was the left, but he never could

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-18691432540307334882008-09-18T10:21:00.007-05:002008-09-18T13:56:58.861-05:00

Instructions for going off the Deep End, in 8 easy steps:1) Invest your life savings in a boat (granted, it may not drop in value quite as fast as the stock market but it is not going to appreciate no matter how hard you try)2) Quit your job at a time of impending economic doom (but then stick around much longer than you planned, feeling more like a prisoner than someone in command of her future)

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-81519577389792928442008-09-15T11:01:00.003-05:002008-09-15T21:43:09.966-05:00

Yesterday, we had a surprise visitor that brought a smile to our face. When I left the house to go to the office, I pulled out of the garage and looked across the yard. There was a dog that looked almost exactly like Cocoa, exact same size and color, only with a tail (she was a chocolate lab). And it was a girl. I did a double take and then called her over. I called my husband outside and he also

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-69595623979887276132008-09-13T10:04:00.009-05:002008-11-09T15:10:54.736-06:00

Yesterday marked the end of Cocoa's life. He was only 9 years old.Cocoa was never the favorite, privileged one. He spent many years of his life as an Outside Dog, sleeping in the garage at night with several other dogs we owned at the time (who have all since been farmed out to good homes, except for Smokey, who has always been the favorite, privileged one). Cocoa was a country bumpkin, not the

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-63292187236520763192008-09-09T09:42:00.002-05:002008-09-09T10:06:04.157-05:00

Ever since Cocoa exhibited signs of blockage (he still does, but the vet can find nothing wrong on the x-rays or blood tests and we haven't yet committed to the expense of an endoscopy, to search for masses, and then biopsies, etc., because, frankly, we're not inclined to treat an older dog for cancer), he's also become crippled like his brother Smokey. Not as bad yet, but he is definitely

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-43525222863126899262008-08-30T12:01:00.008-05:002008-09-01T19:57:14.104-05:00

I never thought this would turn into baby blog (typing with one hand because the other is holding Sparky), but here it is. So...while the rest of the world was watching Barrack deliver his acceptance speech, and hearing the morning news about McCain's choice of running mate...and what an interesting choice it was... Exhibit Avia Verging on Pertinence...I was enjoying an all night visit to the

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-32428931601067932412008-08-24T20:22:00.003-05:002008-08-24T21:10:15.998-05:00

It's something I never gave much thought to, until I was staring at Julian's hands one day and realized...he has his Grandpa's hands.* Or more specifically, Grandpas thumbs. I'll have to see if I can pin Grandpa down for a shot of his thumbs, so as to properly document the similarity. Aside from being grateful that he inherited Grandpa's strong Croatian genes, I never really looked for, or

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-19363304372518416982008-08-24T13:45:00.009-05:002008-08-24T15:51:40.047-05:00

I feel somewhat obligated to post something but am completely unmotivated to do so. Life has been exhausting lately, on several fronts.As always, there is more work to do at the office than there are hours in a day and it only seems to get worse as we bring in more new clients and lose staff (there are currently 5 key tax staff/managers who are pregnant, one on bedrest almost from week 1 due to

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-16488515169984222772008-07-30T22:49:00.001-05:002008-07-30T22:57:44.414-05:00

Notice how Cocoa, the younger stronger one, has managed to completely foil any chances Smokey may have had in the begging for scraps competition by laying on top of his crippled legs. Some would call this unsportsmanlike. Others would say it's just survival of the fittest. For the record, I did cave and give them each a bite of chicken out of my cobb pasta salad. I know, I know. Bad mama!

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-29789181148921859742008-07-30T17:32:00.009-05:002008-07-30T18:01:59.421-05:00

For now, I think I will just skip past the First Night of Horror (let's just say it may not take a village, but it definitely takes a family of three or four to raise a baby...and if someone had told me that I would soon have a baby sleeping in a bouncy seat on my coffee table 24/7, I would have laughed at them, not with them).Today (day 3) is much better! He was a real trooper all day today as

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-6550730986905322552008-07-28T19:57:00.016-05:002008-07-28T22:18:25.957-05:00

Today was the day. 43 days after being born, 6 weeks and a day, 36 weeks gestational age, 5 pounds 9 ounces, and Julian is finally ready to leave the hospital. It was a joyous occasion, but also a lot of difficult goodbyes to the nurses in the NICU. It brought tears to my eyes. All of their hard work, love and dedication carried Julian through some tough and scary times. For them, we will be

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-51851845761658696772008-07-26T21:51:00.006-05:002008-07-26T23:33:09.298-05:00

I've added a couple of new blogs to my blogroll...There's something for everyone on Cake Wrecks, a documentary of "when professional cakes go horribly, hilariously wrong." Cakes for all occasions...check it out! This site is amazing in so many ways. If nothing else, check out the Naked Mohawk-Baby Carrot Jockeys, or this one.And then there's Cake Wrecks' polar opposite, Beau Speaks. "Beau Speaks"

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-62553073134377994492008-07-26T21:01:00.004-05:002008-07-26T21:40:39.911-05:00

Well, what would you do if you woke up to find the neopolitan ice cream all over the floor? And a flood of water trailing back to the freezer? Agh!! When I discovered the source of the problem (a frozen Stouffer's Chicken Lasagna stashed in sideways, preventing the door from closing completely), I was able to trace it back to Thursday night when I insisted that the other household residents put

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-70498153638616471592008-07-23T09:15:00.004-05:002008-07-23T09:31:30.550-05:00

On Sunday, while I was supposed to be working on several less than enjoyable projects, I decided to indulge myself in "something sweet." The only problem was that there was nothing sweet in the house, except a cake mix (but no frosting to go with it) and one pudding mix (intended to be mixed with Cool Whip for the frosting that was intended to go on the cake if I ever made it, but since I had no

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-42283447724594233952008-07-19T12:33:00.015-05:002008-07-20T13:46:00.251-05:00

We just got back from the NICU, where we got an earful from Julian's newest crib mate, Romeo. Romeo is suffering from colic and for that, I feel very bad for him and his mother (and the nurses). Romeo, who is also in an open crib like Julian's, has lungs on him that put him in a class with the Three Tenors. And according to the nurses, his command performances have a tendancy to rile up the "

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Another milestone today! One of the goals before Julian will be allowed to bust out of the NICU is that he needs to gain weight. While there's no fixed amount of poundage that will guarantee his release, we were told that 5 pounds is a "good goal weight." What 5 Pounds Looks Like (how can you have a double chin and only weigh 5 pounds?!) Other milestones met are that he has been moved from his

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-13198842788633919752008-07-12T14:57:00.003-05:002008-07-12T16:13:02.648-05:00

You Are a Creative CookYour cooking is unusual, inspired, and definitely one of a kind. People love your unique style, but you've had your share of kitchen flops.You have the makings of a cult chef. You may not cook at the Four Seasons, but you could have your own little funky cafe in San Francisco!Are You A Good Cook?Flops? FLOPS?! You mean, like when I put too much brandy in the bread pudding

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-41450770242524816632008-07-10T12:36:00.002-05:002008-07-10T12:43:47.563-05:00

What? I'm on my lunch hour, at Starbucks, catching up. Here, from Lynellen's blog, is my extreme makeover. Knowing that there's not much to be done for my current look, I decided to see what I would have looked like as a child beauty pagent contestant. Still, not seeing it. This is just proof that it's best not to put makeup on little girls. It's the stuff of nightmares. But still, it's a

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-84123431745031823572008-07-10T11:49:00.006-05:002008-07-10T12:15:56.324-05:00

The "universe" is working against me lately. Again, the corporate IT rulers of the universe have determined that all websites containing the words blogspot or any variation thereof are off limit. I get some satisfaction out of clicking on multiple blog sites throughout the day though, hoping to trip a meter someplace in the bowels of our server, consuming bandwidth nevertheless, even if I can't

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-65445995069235203402008-07-04T11:23:00.004-05:002008-07-05T13:30:37.572-05:00

It was hard to leave Seattle/Tacoma Monday afternoon, so easy to imagine calling in "sick" for the next few months while living on a boat and soaking in the great Northwest. The past week has been difficult, for no other reason than the fact that I had to work. I know. Very spoiled, I am.The good news is that Sparky is doing well, finally hitting the 4 pound mark and filling out. He should be

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-59408633575990704192008-06-29T20:01:00.013-05:002008-06-29T20:36:05.667-05:00

Breakfast of Champions (PB & Banana & Honey on Tortilla, Blueberries & Yogurt, and Coffee...served in a sheep mug...all I can imagine is that these mugs were free with the purchase of several skeins of yarn because who would BUY these for their boat...I would have thrown them away with the stunt kite, but my replacement mugs are at home) Morning Traffic Point Defiance Zoo & Aquarium Beethoven,

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-37268337638505429702008-06-28T21:35:00.008-05:002008-06-28T21:52:05.569-05:00

I could get used to this lifestyle very easily. The weather has been most un-Seattlesque...sunny and dry all week! That is because I bought an umbrella on Day 1, I'm sure ("just in case"). Sadly, I know this is setting me up for false expectations when we do move to the area. Not that I really mind the rain. I don't. I like a good rainy day if I don't have to work outdoors. But I love a bit of

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-36589297140018787282008-06-28T00:56:00.009-05:002008-06-28T01:08:11.184-05:00

My step mother sent me this today...too cute!SICHUAN , China -- One zoo in southwest China has its hands full with 16 baby pandas. The Sichuan Wolong Panda Protection and Breed Center is dealing with the results of a breeding boom where 16 pandas have been born. The brood includes five sets of twins. The cubs are weighed and measured every five days (see pics). The heaviest tips the scale at just

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-8345021667255469812008-06-26T21:42:00.006-05:002008-06-26T22:35:43.726-05:00

The view, from where I sat eating my salami and cheese on crackers dinner last night, with a glass of red wine...The slumped metal cone is the Tacoma Museum of GlassWednesday, Day 5 - From sun up (actually, at sun-up I was still sleeping and dreaming...when the dreams turned to nightmares featuring attacking rattlesnakes, I jumped straight out of bed and got to work...well, first, I sucked down a

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-2650733468554013172008-06-24T17:55:00.009-05:002008-06-24T20:01:56.519-05:00

So yes, I decided to go ahead with my plans to take a solo trip to the Pacific Northwest. Time will tell if that was a good decision or not. There have been a few rough moments, but I keep reminding myself that I can go back early if needed. For now, all is well on the homefront. Julian is stable but the doctors still don't know what kind of blood infection he is suffering. He is doing a little

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-19837464299700203892008-06-23T11:51:00.005-05:002008-06-23T12:27:17.273-05:00

Julian was one week old yesterday. And it was a good week. Both mom and baby were doing very good, better than anyone expected. So good that I decided to go ahead with my trip to Seattle/Tacoma, where I now sit typing this. He was breathing on his own (and had been since day 1), eating breast milk (albeit through a small tube in his nose so as not to overfeed him), putting on weight (almost

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-89391713447650061292008-06-17T21:51:00.010-05:002008-06-24T20:02:39.710-05:00

Baby has a name, finally. Consideration was given to nearly every name in the Book of Baby Names ("over 20,000 names to choose from!") and the New Testament, as well as a few others of Croatian origin. Consensus was reached on the first name fairly quickly (if you call an all-nighter in the hospital "quick"), but the middle name proved to be a prolonged struggle. I preferred Julian Andrew myself,

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-42058908916525135332008-06-16T10:13:00.007-05:002008-06-24T20:02:20.384-05:00

Wow, what a Father's Day! Our first grandchild was born yesterday at 6:15 pm (10 weeks early, at 30 weeks...our daughter's water broke at 5:00 am, we took her to the hospital where they tried to stall the contractions and put her on bed rest, trying to get at least another day and another dose of steroids into her, but possibly as much as two weeks if they could. After several unsuccessful

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-35121885461143559432008-06-14T09:09:00.004-05:002008-06-14T10:49:19.557-05:00

Here comes the flood (sung to the tune of Here Comes the Sun, by the Beatles).While the waters are rising, I don't think we are in its path. Surprising, I know. I do feel badly though, for those who are. My dad was a victim of the 1993 flood that swept through his office, destroying many architectural drawings, renderings, books and office equipment. This flood promises to rise even higher.

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-56028845461721089452008-06-10T22:57:00.000-05:002008-06-14T10:57:49.159-05:00

Okay, so here's the latest:The oldest daughter, almost 7 months pregnant, is in jail, and the youngest daughter, almost an "adult," is in California. You do the math. My head hurts!So why is the 19-year old in "prison?" Because she chose the path of least resistance in dealing with (or not dealing with) fines imposed on her for speeding and other infractions. And she knew better than to ask us to

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-28431596372388669922008-06-06T09:20:00.010-05:002008-06-06T10:51:53.209-05:00

...in the basement...with the dogs.Last night's tornado threats were very real, but only in Kansas would you expect to find Circus Elephants traipsing through the backyard. When this happens, we all take note, pack up the valuables in a laundry basket and carry them down to the basement, to wait out the storm.We also carry the elderly dog down since he cannot walk down the stairs on his own (note

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-59248165442675388622008-05-31T09:56:00.017-05:002008-06-01T21:50:00.328-05:00

I'm getting ready to violate one of my own blogging rules (i.e. thou shall not post stories about thy children which might later be used against thee in a court of law) to share a little testimony. I also need to document this in the permanent record for discussion later with her probation officer, but that's another story altogether.First, a little character development...to say the youngest

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-39838792474509204842008-05-29T18:04:00.005-05:002008-05-29T23:34:30.131-05:00

To share a perfect illustration of irony (from the directory of my company's intracompany online website):"Tax Comptency Inventory"Presumably, this (the link to a list of employees) is where we can go to find people in the company who are "comptent," wherever they may be. The inventory is self-populated, by the comptent people themselves (or at least those who think of themselves as comptent), so

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-89137214804790339952008-05-21T08:30:00.004-05:002008-05-21T08:44:44.423-05:00

Now, the scientists say the binging isn't really our fault. It's biology. The monkeys do it too. Stress eating. Dominant class and subordinate classes of monkeys were studied, and it was discovered that initially, the dominant class ate more. But once high fat, high sugar foods were provided, the subordinate animals (harrassed all day by their superiors) snuck out at night to feed on these

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-85020246907434127162008-05-19T11:57:00.000-05:002008-05-20T02:15:35.432-05:00

It's been awhile since I've enjoyed such a nice day. Yesterday was an absolutely beautiful day (79 degrees, sunny, light breeze). While the morning started out with a lot of teen angst drama, it turned into a very lovely day for me and the younger daughter (I've concluded that it is best to spend time with them one on one...man-to-man defense if you will). The father figure left town last

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-83082581194725632772008-05-17T09:04:00.003-05:002008-05-17T09:50:50.104-05:00

Oops, he's got it again! Smokey has once again come down with a case of the stinkiest, runniest poo EVER (nearly exploding out with every breath he takes)! I won't pretend to know now what it's like to work in a nursing home, but I'm thinking it may be similarly unrewarding work, at best. Fortunately, this time, we caught the problem before it hit the carpet and we have managed to confine

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-83498851194585666322008-05-14T14:46:00.007-05:002008-05-15T15:01:20.500-05:00

Yesterday, I retrieved the Grasshopper from the body shop...$9,628. Value of being able to drive it home...priceless.Yesterday, the neighbors finally had a replacement mailbox installed (which means their rural postal carrier no longer has to get out of her car and walk up to the house...I gave them the insurance claim info the day of the accident). They were sitting on the porch as I drove by

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-16633031755107111982008-05-01T22:28:00.005-05:002008-05-01T22:42:10.283-05:00

20 Via Jim, the merciless child fighter.20 may not sound like a lot to you, but I'm adding swarm-fighting skilz to my resume.

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-65487358110234512582008-04-30T12:40:00.003-05:002008-04-30T12:52:01.252-05:00

I've been meaning to post about this for awhile now. A while back, mid-tax season (when I was too busy to say anything about it), Miss Vickie's changed their packaging and the seasoning on their Jalapeno Kettle Chips. Did anyone else enjoy these delicious marvels of deep fried goodness (or what was delicious before they went and screwed up the recipe)? Now, they are called "Hand-Picked"

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-6845704287888435092008-04-29T14:39:00.007-05:002008-04-30T00:34:13.531-05:00

This post over at Jim's place and the ensuing links lead me to give a few minutes of thought to the following questions (I'd be more interested in your answers, honestly):Why am I blogging? I blog for fun, to relieve stress.Who am I blogging for? Me!What am I blogging for? Therapy...I think this falls in the "deep inner need to express myself" category.What is my blog’s purpose? I don't

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-69259612654097223032008-04-28T19:38:00.005-05:002008-05-13T16:02:34.234-05:00

Okay, where was I? I've been a little out of touch lately. Ever since the big crash...I've had a hard time bouncing back from the tax season "finale." There have been a few shake-ups on the home front as well. For one, the 17-year old has come back home to roost (flying in from CA where her mother decided that her rebellious teenage behavior was more than she could handle...we've also had our

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-11563067529244555182008-04-17T09:49:00.005-05:002008-05-13T15:59:48.832-05:00

I am finally coming down from the "high" of April 15th and got a full night's sleep last night. Yesterday was a day of clean-up. I'm hoping today will be a day of recovery. And bill paying. And new glasses. And other errands, like car tag renewal (yipee, I'll be sure to post about that), that fell to the bottom of the list of priorities for the last few weeks.The good news is:The Bug is not dead

Gwynnenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24696849.post-46966670832453428792008-04-16T13:10:00.010-05:002008-05-13T15:57:40.658-05:00

I really finished my last tax season with a bang…here's the bullet point version...Worked 'til 4:00 am the night before the 15th (it's still "night" if you sleep before returning to work)Got stuck in traffic for an extra hour (very unusual on my commute…there was an accident), so I hit the day running full speed at 9:00 am ( running on fumes).Delivered tax returns to an aging, ailing bank

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