Thursday, June 30, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
This Little Piggy
So if you haven't already done this, go check this out, courtesy of Trine. You draw a pig, and then they'll tell you what your drawing says about you. Here is my piggy:
Isn't she just the cutest??? And here is what it says about me:
-you are a realist.
-you are direct, enjoy playing devil's advocate and neither fear nor avoid
discussions.
-you are analytical, cautious, and distrustful.
-you are secure, stubborn, and stick to your ideals.
-you are a good listener
And the tail....well, go check it out and see for yourself. I drew a large one. So there.
Isn't she just the cutest??? And here is what it says about me:
-you are a realist.
-you are direct, enjoy playing devil's advocate and neither fear nor avoid
discussions.
-you are analytical, cautious, and distrustful.
-you are secure, stubborn, and stick to your ideals.
-you are a good listener
And the tail....well, go check it out and see for yourself. I drew a large one. So there.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Friday Night
But first...I wanted to introduce you to my alter-ego, superhero self (thanks to MommaK and aka_Monty for this - go check them out!):
BADASS MAMA!
She is a mom and blogger by day, party girl by night! Party catastrophe - your blender has broken in the middle of your fiesta? No need to fear, Badass Mama is here! Frozen margaritas for all! Need something vaguely interesting to read that won't make you have to think but might make you laugh? Badass Mama to the rescue! She fights evil right-wingers with the greatest of ease, spreading liberal joy to all with a shake of her odd silver bra-like thing! She's...Badass Mama! Our hero!
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Friday night, Patsy and I went out for Girl's Night Out. We always go to the same place, this little dive-y kinda place where they know us and give us free drinks. Its usually dead-quiet when we get there after Patsy gets out of work at about 10pm, and then at about 1:30am it gets super-crowded because its the only place around that's open till 3am. Well this week, we get there at about 9:45pm and its PACKED. We couldn't even sit at the bar. We finally finagled a table and hung there for the evening. The bar was just chock full of freaks, let me tell you.
There is a really drunk couple standing by the door of the bar. The guy tries to hug the girl, but due to his drunkenness he misses. He decks her in the eye, crushes her into the wall, and causes the doorman to come over and threaten them that they will be kicked out if they don't watch it.
So I go to the ladies room and who is behind me on my way there but the girl that got decked by her man. She starts screaming about how she loves my tattoo on my back and oh my God, its so f'ing cool. I give her one of my patented smirks and say thanks and turn away. She continues talking to me, asking me questions. I don't answer her but instead ask her, "aren't you the broad that just got punched in the eye?" She excitedly says "Yes! That was me!" and takes this as an invitation to become my friend. She tells me her life story, and you would think a girl who gets punched in the eye by a guy in a bar would have a more interesting story to tell. There are two stalls in the ladies room, so we each take one. She is talking and talking and I am just trying to pee and get outta there. Someone else comes into the ladies room, and this crazy girl starts yelling - "Who's that!? Who's that!? Who's that!?" and then continues to tell me her story. I finish peeing and get the hell outta Dodge. I leave her in there talking to me, but I am long gone.
A little while later, I am talking to Patsy and I see this other girl. She keeps staring at me. I am getting annoyed. Finally she comes over to me and says, "Do I know you?" I am like, "no" and she is asking me my name and all these questions and I kept saying, "I don't know you." Patsy and I keep rolling our eyes at each other but this girl is so wasted and so sure she knows me that she doesn't even realize it. Then she finally says, "I at least wanted to come over and ask if you knew me because I didn't want you to think I was just staring at you." I said, "yeah, I was getting pissed wondering why you were staring at me." She just kinda giggled and said again that she was sure she knew me and then she finally went away.
Another time when I went to the ladies room (I only went twice, I swear), there was a girl in there doing coke. She barely registered the fact that I walked in on her doing this, so I just peed and left. Believe me, its not the kind of place where you expect to see people doing coke. This is not Studio 54, this is a beer-and-a-shot joint.
Finally, its about 2:30am and we look out the window. Now, you can't fully see it in this pic but this chick is wearing a skirt that is up nearly around her waist, she is sitting on the curb, and on the verge of puking her guts out. So you know I had to take a picture:
That, my friends, was my exciting Friday night.
BADASS MAMA!
She is a mom and blogger by day, party girl by night! Party catastrophe - your blender has broken in the middle of your fiesta? No need to fear, Badass Mama is here! Frozen margaritas for all! Need something vaguely interesting to read that won't make you have to think but might make you laugh? Badass Mama to the rescue! She fights evil right-wingers with the greatest of ease, spreading liberal joy to all with a shake of her odd silver bra-like thing! She's...Badass Mama! Our hero!
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Friday night, Patsy and I went out for Girl's Night Out. We always go to the same place, this little dive-y kinda place where they know us and give us free drinks. Its usually dead-quiet when we get there after Patsy gets out of work at about 10pm, and then at about 1:30am it gets super-crowded because its the only place around that's open till 3am. Well this week, we get there at about 9:45pm and its PACKED. We couldn't even sit at the bar. We finally finagled a table and hung there for the evening. The bar was just chock full of freaks, let me tell you.
There is a really drunk couple standing by the door of the bar. The guy tries to hug the girl, but due to his drunkenness he misses. He decks her in the eye, crushes her into the wall, and causes the doorman to come over and threaten them that they will be kicked out if they don't watch it.
So I go to the ladies room and who is behind me on my way there but the girl that got decked by her man. She starts screaming about how she loves my tattoo on my back and oh my God, its so f'ing cool. I give her one of my patented smirks and say thanks and turn away. She continues talking to me, asking me questions. I don't answer her but instead ask her, "aren't you the broad that just got punched in the eye?" She excitedly says "Yes! That was me!" and takes this as an invitation to become my friend. She tells me her life story, and you would think a girl who gets punched in the eye by a guy in a bar would have a more interesting story to tell. There are two stalls in the ladies room, so we each take one. She is talking and talking and I am just trying to pee and get outta there. Someone else comes into the ladies room, and this crazy girl starts yelling - "Who's that!? Who's that!? Who's that!?" and then continues to tell me her story. I finish peeing and get the hell outta Dodge. I leave her in there talking to me, but I am long gone.
A little while later, I am talking to Patsy and I see this other girl. She keeps staring at me. I am getting annoyed. Finally she comes over to me and says, "Do I know you?" I am like, "no" and she is asking me my name and all these questions and I kept saying, "I don't know you." Patsy and I keep rolling our eyes at each other but this girl is so wasted and so sure she knows me that she doesn't even realize it. Then she finally says, "I at least wanted to come over and ask if you knew me because I didn't want you to think I was just staring at you." I said, "yeah, I was getting pissed wondering why you were staring at me." She just kinda giggled and said again that she was sure she knew me and then she finally went away.
Another time when I went to the ladies room (I only went twice, I swear), there was a girl in there doing coke. She barely registered the fact that I walked in on her doing this, so I just peed and left. Believe me, its not the kind of place where you expect to see people doing coke. This is not Studio 54, this is a beer-and-a-shot joint.
Finally, its about 2:30am and we look out the window. Now, you can't fully see it in this pic but this chick is wearing a skirt that is up nearly around her waist, she is sitting on the curb, and on the verge of puking her guts out. So you know I had to take a picture:
That, my friends, was my exciting Friday night.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Two Awesome Things This Week
As a quick wrap-up to my week's "vacation," here are two awesome things that happened to me this week (other than my amazing Coach bag deal):
1. I actually got PROOFED this week! Hub and I went out for dinner on the way back from the shore. I ordered a beer with dinner and someone actually thought there might be some chance that I was not 21! So, yeah, maybe she was on crack, I don't know and I don't care. I GOT PROOFED!
2. I had Girl's Night Out with Patsy last night (more about that tomorrow) and she told me the nicest thing ever. As a little bit of backstory, Patsy and her man Diddy have already decided they don't want to have kids. So last night, Patsy tells me that all of a sudden Diddy was thinking about having kids because my Princess is the most adorable kid around, and not only that, but she is the coolest kid too. He loves spending time with her and it made him second-guess their decision not to have kids. All because of my adorable, cool kiddo. How flattering is that, to know that your kid is so awesome that someone would rethink their life decisions because of her? She reminded him that not all kids are as adorable and cool as Princess, and that even as adorable and cool as she is, she still poops and pukes and cries. That, I could not argue with. But still. Way flattering. Thanks, Patsy Darling!
1. I actually got PROOFED this week! Hub and I went out for dinner on the way back from the shore. I ordered a beer with dinner and someone actually thought there might be some chance that I was not 21! So, yeah, maybe she was on crack, I don't know and I don't care. I GOT PROOFED!
2. I had Girl's Night Out with Patsy last night (more about that tomorrow) and she told me the nicest thing ever. As a little bit of backstory, Patsy and her man Diddy have already decided they don't want to have kids. So last night, Patsy tells me that all of a sudden Diddy was thinking about having kids because my Princess is the most adorable kid around, and not only that, but she is the coolest kid too. He loves spending time with her and it made him second-guess their decision not to have kids. All because of my adorable, cool kiddo. How flattering is that, to know that your kid is so awesome that someone would rethink their life decisions because of her? She reminded him that not all kids are as adorable and cool as Princess, and that even as adorable and cool as she is, she still poops and pukes and cries. That, I could not argue with. But still. Way flattering. Thanks, Patsy Darling!
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Now I Know My ABC's...
But first...I want to say how horrified I am over this. How is it ever ok to take someone's property just because big business comes in and can bring in more tax money? When we were down the shore the other day, we drove back up the coast and through Asbury Park, a shore town (made famous by Bruce Springsteen) that is in the midst of "urban renewal." They are building new townhouses starting around $700k in the middle of the hood. We saw this bar, called "Anybody's," which was right smack dab in the middle of two blocks of construction. They are refusing to leave. Good for them.
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Saw this over at X-Tessa's and wanted to give it a try. Let me know if you try it too.
A is for Age - 33
B is for Booze - Prefer strawberry margaritas, Coors Lite, or Mike's Hard Lime, but will drink anything, really
C is for Career - Hot Mama
D is for Dad's name - Daddy
E is for Essential Item to bring to a Party - Myself, of course, since I bring the good times with me
F is for Favorite Songs at the Moment - I am still hooked on The Killers Mr. Brightside
G is for Goof off thing to do - when I am goofing off instead of doing what I should be doing, I am usually blogging
H is for Hometown - Nunnayurbizniss, New Jersey
I is for Instrument you play - I shoulda been a punk rock drummer
J is for Jam or Jelly you like - Smuckers strawberry jelly
K is for Kids - Princess (and no, btw, that is NOT her real name!!! I am not a total freak!!!)
L is for Living arrangement - Me, Hub, Princess, and Gypsy in our lovely home in NJ
M is for Mom's name - Mommy
N is for Names of best friends - Patsy and Chris...oh, and Hub, I suppose :)
O is for overnight hospital stays - just when Princess was born
P is for Phobias - bugs, boats, and that all the fun I am having in life will suddenly come to an end
Q is for Quote you like - "On my way out of town I drive by your house two times. It don't do me no good, I didn't think that it would, cuz you're not mine." -Lucero, It Gets The Worst At Night
R is for Relationship that lasted longest - 11 years and counting with Hub
S is for Siblings - younger sister, karchamb
T is for Texas , Ever been? - Yep, San Antonio (loved it) and Houston (hated it)
U is for Unique trait - I can drink alot without puking
V if for Vegetable you love - Not many...I would say potatoes (yes, they count)
W is for Worst traits - inability to stop spending money, moodiness
X is for XRays you've had - gall bladder
Y is for Yummy food you make - I make delish brownies...and oh yeah, jello shots too
Z is for Zodiac sign - Sagitarrius
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Saw this over at X-Tessa's and wanted to give it a try. Let me know if you try it too.
A is for Age - 33
B is for Booze - Prefer strawberry margaritas, Coors Lite, or Mike's Hard Lime, but will drink anything, really
C is for Career - Hot Mama
D is for Dad's name - Daddy
E is for Essential Item to bring to a Party - Myself, of course, since I bring the good times with me
F is for Favorite Songs at the Moment - I am still hooked on The Killers Mr. Brightside
G is for Goof off thing to do - when I am goofing off instead of doing what I should be doing, I am usually blogging
H is for Hometown - Nunnayurbizniss, New Jersey
I is for Instrument you play - I shoulda been a punk rock drummer
J is for Jam or Jelly you like - Smuckers strawberry jelly
K is for Kids - Princess (and no, btw, that is NOT her real name!!! I am not a total freak!!!)
L is for Living arrangement - Me, Hub, Princess, and Gypsy in our lovely home in NJ
M is for Mom's name - Mommy
N is for Names of best friends - Patsy and Chris...oh, and Hub, I suppose :)
O is for overnight hospital stays - just when Princess was born
P is for Phobias - bugs, boats, and that all the fun I am having in life will suddenly come to an end
Q is for Quote you like - "On my way out of town I drive by your house two times. It don't do me no good, I didn't think that it would, cuz you're not mine." -Lucero, It Gets The Worst At Night
R is for Relationship that lasted longest - 11 years and counting with Hub
S is for Siblings - younger sister, karchamb
T is for Texas , Ever been? - Yep, San Antonio (loved it) and Houston (hated it)
U is for Unique trait - I can drink alot without puking
V if for Vegetable you love - Not many...I would say potatoes (yes, they count)
W is for Worst traits - inability to stop spending money, moodiness
X is for XRays you've had - gall bladder
Y is for Yummy food you make - I make delish brownies...and oh yeah, jello shots too
Z is for Zodiac sign - Sagitarrius
Up in a Tree
Don't have much to say today (except to tell you that I got my gow-geous Coach bag at the Woodbury Commons Outlets in New York. And yes, they did have a few more of them! And Guppy, you gotta be kidding, a Shop-Rite bag for my goodies? Surely you jest. $100 is quite the bargain for Coach, trust me, I am a professional).
So here are a couple pics we took last Saturday at the park.
Edit: Of course there is someone holding her in the tree. I would never just prop her up there, even for my readers' amusement.
So here are a couple pics we took last Saturday at the park.
Edit: Of course there is someone holding her in the tree. I would never just prop her up there, even for my readers' amusement.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Shopping Day
Spent all day shopping. It was pretty good, except that it started raining at about 2:00, and its one of those outdoor malls. So, we spent lots of time in the Little Me and Disney stores trying to keep dry.
I am so not a good po' person. I bought a new Coach bag. But I have been wanting a new bag for so long, and was holding out for the perfect one. This is it. Its pink and beautiful. It was originally $328, and I got it for $100. You cannot beat that, you just can't. See how I can justify anything? Isn't it lovely?
I also bought a really cute 4th of July outfit for Princess, and a Hawaiian-style outfit for her as well. And I got her 2 pairs of pants for next spring and a dress for late summer. Great bargains all around. AND, at the Disney store, I found the perfect sweatshirt for Hub - its a zip-up hoodie that says "Grumpy" across the front. Perfection.
I am so not a good po' person. I bought a new Coach bag. But I have been wanting a new bag for so long, and was holding out for the perfect one. This is it. Its pink and beautiful. It was originally $328, and I got it for $100. You cannot beat that, you just can't. See how I can justify anything? Isn't it lovely?
I also bought a really cute 4th of July outfit for Princess, and a Hawaiian-style outfit for her as well. And I got her 2 pairs of pants for next spring and a dress for late summer. Great bargains all around. AND, at the Disney store, I found the perfect sweatshirt for Hub - its a zip-up hoodie that says "Grumpy" across the front. Perfection.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Summer Lovin, Had Me a Blast
Happy First Day of Summer! We spent the day down the shore, at Pt. Pleasant for the boardwalk and Brielle for the beach. We drove back up north along the coast and saw all the shore towns. It was such a nice day, but we are all EXHAUSTED. Here are a few pics...and we are off to do outlet shopping tomorrow! Yippee! Coach Outlet, here I come!!!
Hub and Princess on the beach in Brielle, climbing the jetty. Of course, about 2 minutes after I took this picture he got whistled at by the lifeguards to get off the jetty because he had gone out too far, looking for starfish for Princess.
TJG and Princess at the end of the day, huddled in a towel. It got awfully chilly out!
Hub let Princess roll around in the sand. Unbeknownst to him, this outfit cost a pretty penny, and here it is all covered with sand. Ergh.
The whole way home, Princess kept whining and saying "ocean, ocean, ocean..." She really loved playing in the sand and loved getting her feet wet in the water, even though it was COLD. She didn't seem to mind.
Hub and Princess on the beach in Brielle, climbing the jetty. Of course, about 2 minutes after I took this picture he got whistled at by the lifeguards to get off the jetty because he had gone out too far, looking for starfish for Princess.
TJG and Princess at the end of the day, huddled in a towel. It got awfully chilly out!
Hub let Princess roll around in the sand. Unbeknownst to him, this outfit cost a pretty penny, and here it is all covered with sand. Ergh.
The whole way home, Princess kept whining and saying "ocean, ocean, ocean..." She really loved playing in the sand and loved getting her feet wet in the water, even though it was COLD. She didn't seem to mind.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Another Blasted Meme
This is going to be a slow blogging week for me, just warning you. Hub is on vacation, and since we is po' we aren't going away. So, we are just spending time together and with Princess and the dog and that means little time to blog. I'll probably just post some pics, but you never know. We are going down the shore tomorrow, and Hub is going back for MORE tattoo action on Thursday, so I may have lots to say.
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I was tagged THREE TIMES with this same meme, and I am not sure how to go about responding to it since you have to list the people who tagged you. Its a confusing meme anyway (well, to me it is). So I am going to go with MommaK's list, since she tagged me first. Sleeping Mommy and Helen also tagged me. This is a meme in three parts:
Part One:
Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump everyone up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot. You need to link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross-pollination of your chosen blogs.
1. The Cerebral Outpost
2. JustaskJudy
3. Home Grown
4. Petroville
5. True Jersey Girl
Part Two:
Select four new friends to add to the pollen count.
No one is obligated to participate, seriously. I'd love to see what these people have to say about it:
1. A Dose of X-Tessa
2. Indigo
3. Trine
4. Fancy Toryssa
Part Three:
Please write about five things you miss from childhood.
1. Going down the shore for two weeks every summer and staying in the pink houses right across from the beach.
2. Rollerskating at "The Rink" in junior high school.
3. Max (my German Shepard I grew up with)
4. Being a founding member of The Pink Ladies.
5. Having a crush on a boy and walking past his locker every day, even though it makes you late for class every day.
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I was tagged THREE TIMES with this same meme, and I am not sure how to go about responding to it since you have to list the people who tagged you. Its a confusing meme anyway (well, to me it is). So I am going to go with MommaK's list, since she tagged me first. Sleeping Mommy and Helen also tagged me. This is a meme in three parts:
Part One:
Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump everyone up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot. You need to link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross-pollination of your chosen blogs.
1. The Cerebral Outpost
2. JustaskJudy
3. Home Grown
4. Petroville
5. True Jersey Girl
Part Two:
Select four new friends to add to the pollen count.
No one is obligated to participate, seriously. I'd love to see what these people have to say about it:
1. A Dose of X-Tessa
2. Indigo
3. Trine
4. Fancy Toryssa
Part Three:
Please write about five things you miss from childhood.
1. Going down the shore for two weeks every summer and staying in the pink houses right across from the beach.
2. Rollerskating at "The Rink" in junior high school.
3. Max (my German Shepard I grew up with)
4. Being a founding member of The Pink Ladies.
5. Having a crush on a boy and walking past his locker every day, even though it makes you late for class every day.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Happy Father's Day!
First of all I want to wish a happy Father's Day to the best dad in the world....mine. Love you!!!
And happy day to all you other dads out there too! Hope you had a good one!
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We had a nice bbq at my house today to celebrate. My parents were there, along with Hub's dad, sister, sister-in-law, niece and nephew. All in all, it was a nice day. But it made me wonder: are all parents blind to the terror that their own child is?
All day long, our niece (3 years old, almost 4) was a brat. I mean, a serious brat. She whined, cried, complained, pouted, and sulked. Examples: My dog is not the best-trained dog in the world, but he is a sweetie. Anytime he came near her, she cried that he knocked her down. Even if she was still standing. She would hold out her stuffed animal and call him over and put the stuffed animal in his mouth, and then when he bit it, she would cry and say how bad he was. She and I were playing catch, but then decided that because when she missed the ball, the dog would go after it (he is part retriever, its in his blood to chase and retrieve) that the ball should be put in the house and no one could use it because the dog was bad. She complained about Princess as well - that she wasn't sitting at the little Dora patio set to eat dinner (when we hadn't even started cooking yet) and she was bad. That she wouldn't sit with her when she wanted her to. That she wouldn't read with her. Generally, anything that didn't go this kid's way, she pouted and complained and was just downright obnoxious. My mom and I were shooting each other looks all day, amazed at how spoiled and rotten this kid was and that her parents did not seem to notice.
Well, later in the evening, I was talking with my SIL about the routines that kids get into and how important they are to them. So SIL tells me that the other day they picked up Brat at daycare and brought her to the mall for dinner, rather than home like usual. And Brat was misbehaving and they couldn't figure out why. Then they realized that taking her out for dinner was outside of her routine, and that must have been why. And as SIL is telling me this story, she says, "So Brat was being bad...well, you know, Brat is never really bad, she was just bad for her."
And it made me realize that maybe those annoying parents in stores and restaurants who let their kids run wild and don't even seem to react...maybe they just don't realize how bad their kids are? Because I am telling you, if my kid acted like Brat did today, I would be apologizing for her behavior. They didn't even seem to notice.
Hub is on vacation this week and we are talking about going down the shore one day. His sister wants to join us. Luckily, Brat is in daycare so she wouldn't be joining us too. How sad that a 3 year old could ruin your day like that.
And happy day to all you other dads out there too! Hope you had a good one!
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We had a nice bbq at my house today to celebrate. My parents were there, along with Hub's dad, sister, sister-in-law, niece and nephew. All in all, it was a nice day. But it made me wonder: are all parents blind to the terror that their own child is?
All day long, our niece (3 years old, almost 4) was a brat. I mean, a serious brat. She whined, cried, complained, pouted, and sulked. Examples: My dog is not the best-trained dog in the world, but he is a sweetie. Anytime he came near her, she cried that he knocked her down. Even if she was still standing. She would hold out her stuffed animal and call him over and put the stuffed animal in his mouth, and then when he bit it, she would cry and say how bad he was. She and I were playing catch, but then decided that because when she missed the ball, the dog would go after it (he is part retriever, its in his blood to chase and retrieve) that the ball should be put in the house and no one could use it because the dog was bad. She complained about Princess as well - that she wasn't sitting at the little Dora patio set to eat dinner (when we hadn't even started cooking yet) and she was bad. That she wouldn't sit with her when she wanted her to. That she wouldn't read with her. Generally, anything that didn't go this kid's way, she pouted and complained and was just downright obnoxious. My mom and I were shooting each other looks all day, amazed at how spoiled and rotten this kid was and that her parents did not seem to notice.
Well, later in the evening, I was talking with my SIL about the routines that kids get into and how important they are to them. So SIL tells me that the other day they picked up Brat at daycare and brought her to the mall for dinner, rather than home like usual. And Brat was misbehaving and they couldn't figure out why. Then they realized that taking her out for dinner was outside of her routine, and that must have been why. And as SIL is telling me this story, she says, "So Brat was being bad...well, you know, Brat is never really bad, she was just bad for her."
And it made me realize that maybe those annoying parents in stores and restaurants who let their kids run wild and don't even seem to react...maybe they just don't realize how bad their kids are? Because I am telling you, if my kid acted like Brat did today, I would be apologizing for her behavior. They didn't even seem to notice.
Hub is on vacation this week and we are talking about going down the shore one day. His sister wants to join us. Luckily, Brat is in daycare so she wouldn't be joining us too. How sad that a 3 year old could ruin your day like that.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
TomKat (ugh), A/C, and Nature
So let's say for the sake of argument that A). Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are really in love and this is not all a publicity ploy and B). any of us really care about them at all. If the whole relationship and idiotic public displays of insanity are true, you know who I feel bad for? Nicole Kidman. I mean, she was married to the guy for ten years. He never jumped on a couch or pounded the floors declaring his love for her. He has been running all over the world saying that Katie is the "love of his life" - well then, why were you married twice before, once for just (suspiciously) under ten years? Poor Nicole has to sit around watching her ex making a fool of himself over some 26-year old broad while, according to her, she can't even get a date. I feel for her.
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I did not have to go to the A/C place to beat anyone up. At 4pm (remember, he was supposed to be there between 12-2) the guy shows up at the door, totally unapologetic. I opened the door and just stared at him.
Annoying Non-English-Speaking A/C Guy: Here to fix air?
True Jersey Girl: You are two hours late.
ANESACG: I busy.
TJG: (snarling)I busy too. I have been waiting since noon.
ANESACG: So so busy.
TJG: You couldn't call to say you were going to be so late? I have been waiting for you and I do have other things to do.
ANESACG: (stammering) Oh, um, no, no call.
TJG: I called your office 50 times and there was no answer.
ANESACG: Um, they busy too.
TJG: You need a better system for appointments so that you aren't inconveniencing people, you know? I am extremely annoyed and you should be apologizing for this.
ANESACG: Oh, yes ma'am, so sorry for late. So busy, so sorry.
I shake my head, roll my eyes, and finally let him in the house. I have the dog behind the baby gates so he won't lick the guy to death, but with my dog your first thought is that he is going to eat you. He is a hyper pitbull mix who is straining at all times to lick people and jump on them, but strangers are afraid. I like that.
ANESACG: (nervous laughter looking at the dog): He cute.
TJG: He doesn't bite. Unless I tell him too.
ANESACG: (more nervous laughter and starts sweating. Perhaps a tear or two.)
He goes about fixing the A/C while I am in the kitchen doing whatever. He keeps glancing at me, perhaps making sure I am not sharpening knives. Finally, 45 minutes later, its done. Then, for 15 minutes, this:
ANESACG: (cannot understand him because of strong accent)
TJG: (nodding)
At least its fixed. And of course its in the 70's today so who needs A/C?
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Finally, a good nature story. I have a cardinal's nest in the bush on the side of my house and its filled with little baby birdies! I can only see their little beaks opening trying to get food, but I am sure they are adorable. And its weird, but there are two cardinals coming to feed/check on them. One is bright red (male, I assume?) and one is only partially red (female, I assume?). Who knew the dad stuck around? I hope he gets a big Father's Day kiss from those cute little birdies.
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I did not have to go to the A/C place to beat anyone up. At 4pm (remember, he was supposed to be there between 12-2) the guy shows up at the door, totally unapologetic. I opened the door and just stared at him.
Annoying Non-English-Speaking A/C Guy: Here to fix air?
True Jersey Girl: You are two hours late.
ANESACG: I busy.
TJG: (snarling)I busy too. I have been waiting since noon.
ANESACG: So so busy.
TJG: You couldn't call to say you were going to be so late? I have been waiting for you and I do have other things to do.
ANESACG: (stammering) Oh, um, no, no call.
TJG: I called your office 50 times and there was no answer.
ANESACG: Um, they busy too.
TJG: You need a better system for appointments so that you aren't inconveniencing people, you know? I am extremely annoyed and you should be apologizing for this.
ANESACG: Oh, yes ma'am, so sorry for late. So busy, so sorry.
I shake my head, roll my eyes, and finally let him in the house. I have the dog behind the baby gates so he won't lick the guy to death, but with my dog your first thought is that he is going to eat you. He is a hyper pitbull mix who is straining at all times to lick people and jump on them, but strangers are afraid. I like that.
ANESACG: (nervous laughter looking at the dog): He cute.
TJG: He doesn't bite. Unless I tell him too.
ANESACG: (more nervous laughter and starts sweating. Perhaps a tear or two.)
He goes about fixing the A/C while I am in the kitchen doing whatever. He keeps glancing at me, perhaps making sure I am not sharpening knives. Finally, 45 minutes later, its done. Then, for 15 minutes, this:
ANESACG: (cannot understand him because of strong accent)
TJG: (nodding)
At least its fixed. And of course its in the 70's today so who needs A/C?
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Finally, a good nature story. I have a cardinal's nest in the bush on the side of my house and its filled with little baby birdies! I can only see their little beaks opening trying to get food, but I am sure they are adorable. And its weird, but there are two cardinals coming to feed/check on them. One is bright red (male, I assume?) and one is only partially red (female, I assume?). Who knew the dad stuck around? I hope he gets a big Father's Day kiss from those cute little birdies.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Service People Suck
I was tagged twice with a meme that I planned on doing today, but it takes some thought and I just don't have the time today. I'll hopefully do it tomorrow.
The friggin' air conditioner guy was supposed to be here between 12-2...whaddaya know, its 3:10 and he isn't here yet. And, I called the office and there was no answer, not even an answering machine. The other day there was an answering machine so I have no idea what is going on. AND, the cable guy was supposed to come on Monday to install a digital cable box and HE never showed either. I called there, and after keeping me on hold for 15 minutes they told me that he would be another 40 minutes. He was already an hour late, and he had a four hour window to get here. I said to forget it, that they just helped me make the decision to get a satellite dish and cancel cable.
My brother-in-law came over for a visit today because he is in Jersey, interviewing for some jobs up here. He and my sister currently live in Maryland, so I am hopeful they will move north so we'll see them more often. The whole time he was visiting, Princess was pulling the shy act - she didn't want to go to him, wouldn't even show him her books or anything like that, she just clung to me. After he left, she must have said "Uncle BC" a thousand times. He probably thinks she hates him, and here she is, begging for him to come back. She then went into the photo albums and found his pic. I said, "who's that?" and she said "Uncle BC" and looked at the door as if he was going to come walking back in.
Alright, gotta run because if the A/C guy doesn't come soon I may have to find his shop and go give him a piece of my mind, or perhaps a piece of my fist.
The friggin' air conditioner guy was supposed to be here between 12-2...whaddaya know, its 3:10 and he isn't here yet. And, I called the office and there was no answer, not even an answering machine. The other day there was an answering machine so I have no idea what is going on. AND, the cable guy was supposed to come on Monday to install a digital cable box and HE never showed either. I called there, and after keeping me on hold for 15 minutes they told me that he would be another 40 minutes. He was already an hour late, and he had a four hour window to get here. I said to forget it, that they just helped me make the decision to get a satellite dish and cancel cable.
My brother-in-law came over for a visit today because he is in Jersey, interviewing for some jobs up here. He and my sister currently live in Maryland, so I am hopeful they will move north so we'll see them more often. The whole time he was visiting, Princess was pulling the shy act - she didn't want to go to him, wouldn't even show him her books or anything like that, she just clung to me. After he left, she must have said "Uncle BC" a thousand times. He probably thinks she hates him, and here she is, begging for him to come back. She then went into the photo albums and found his pic. I said, "who's that?" and she said "Uncle BC" and looked at the door as if he was going to come walking back in.
Alright, gotta run because if the A/C guy doesn't come soon I may have to find his shop and go give him a piece of my mind, or perhaps a piece of my fist.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Our Late Night Visitor
So its 11:15 pm right now, a time when I am usually in bed, all Nyquil'd up and watching Friends reruns, waiting to fall into a deep sleep. But instead, we have a visitor in our home. Nope, not a flying squirrel (thank God for that). A plumber.
I was out for a good chunk of the day today at my mom & dad's. I got home a little before 9 and everything seemed normal. We put Princess to bed, blah blah blah...then Hub comes up from the basement and asks me to come down and help him. With what? Just come down.
We recently had our hot water heater burst, and water filled the basement. So that is what I was expecting. But no. This time I was hit with the stench. The slop sink was filled with nasty, dirty water and it smelled like poo. Well, not really like poo, more like bits of rotten food and such. So my help is not really needed because there was only a smell and no random soggy belongings to clean up. Except that I needed to encourage Hub to call someone about it tonight, rather than having me do it tomorrow. All the ads in the yellow pages say "24/7, no extra charge for nights and weekends!" So why wait till tomorrow?
The guy was here within about 30 minutes, which was a good thing. He is charging us $245.00, which is a bad thing. Or maybe that's a good price, I don't know. No matter what kind of plumbing work you get done, or house repairs or car repairs for that matter, you always feel like you are getting ripped off.
So the guy is still here, I have not taken my Nyquil, and I am tired. Oh, and while the heatwave broke today and the temp reached a cool 85 degrees (and it felt downright brisk, I might add), the air conditioner repair guy can't come until Friday. So we have a hot, smelly house. Oh, and spending the day with Princess by the pool yesterday gave me painful sunburn on my shoulders. Just wanted to share with you. Aren't you glad I did?
I was out for a good chunk of the day today at my mom & dad's. I got home a little before 9 and everything seemed normal. We put Princess to bed, blah blah blah...then Hub comes up from the basement and asks me to come down and help him. With what? Just come down.
We recently had our hot water heater burst, and water filled the basement. So that is what I was expecting. But no. This time I was hit with the stench. The slop sink was filled with nasty, dirty water and it smelled like poo. Well, not really like poo, more like bits of rotten food and such. So my help is not really needed because there was only a smell and no random soggy belongings to clean up. Except that I needed to encourage Hub to call someone about it tonight, rather than having me do it tomorrow. All the ads in the yellow pages say "24/7, no extra charge for nights and weekends!" So why wait till tomorrow?
The guy was here within about 30 minutes, which was a good thing. He is charging us $245.00, which is a bad thing. Or maybe that's a good price, I don't know. No matter what kind of plumbing work you get done, or house repairs or car repairs for that matter, you always feel like you are getting ripped off.
So the guy is still here, I have not taken my Nyquil, and I am tired. Oh, and while the heatwave broke today and the temp reached a cool 85 degrees (and it felt downright brisk, I might add), the air conditioner repair guy can't come until Friday. So we have a hot, smelly house. Oh, and spending the day with Princess by the pool yesterday gave me painful sunburn on my shoulders. Just wanted to share with you. Aren't you glad I did?
Surprise! Party
We spent Saturday night at a surprise birthday party for our friend Mike. It was such a nice time; there were so many different kinds of people there, and you could look around at any time and see animated, intelligent conversations going on everywhere (well, intelligent conversation only lasted till about 10pm, when the tequila started kicking in big time). And you saw people of all different backgrounds talking to each other, which is always fun. Princess was well behaved, and Patsy's man Diddy spent most of the night playing with her (and not in a Michael Jackson kind of way).
There are no pics of me, since I had the camera, but here are a few highlights:
Here is Fernando pouring the strawberry margaritas...
And here is Patsy drinking them...
And finally, the birthday cake I bought (which did not have a penis candle when I delivered it):
There are no pics of me, since I had the camera, but here are a few highlights:
Here is Fernando pouring the strawberry margaritas...
And here is Patsy drinking them...
And finally, the birthday cake I bought (which did not have a penis candle when I delivered it):
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Beating the Heat, At Least A Little
Its still soooo hot here, but at least there is a little breeze today. So here is what we did to beat the heat:
And here are a few pics of Princess over the last few days:
Its too hot to be in my office, so that's all I got today! Keep cool and have a good day! I'll be by to visit EVERYONE tomorrow - I have been a terrible blogging friend lately but its just been too dang hot. And its my blog, I'll bitch if I want to ;)
And here are a few pics of Princess over the last few days:
Its too hot to be in my office, so that's all I got today! Keep cool and have a good day! I'll be by to visit EVERYONE tomorrow - I have been a terrible blogging friend lately but its just been too dang hot. And its my blog, I'll bitch if I want to ;)
Monday, June 13, 2005
Should We Talk About The Weather?
There is something decidedly wrong with my weatherpixie. She is telling me that it is 73 degrees out, and I would like to know where she bought the crack she has obviously smoked. It is a solid 95 degrees out today. And its bloody humid too. I tried to lay out in the sun for a little while during Princess's nap, and I think I melted. I lasted 30 minutes, which felt like 3 hours, and all I have to show for it so far is red skin from overheating and some new freckles. NJ has already had 5 days over 90 degrees in June, which officially qualifies as a heat wave, and its not supposed to go under 90 until at least Thursday, when it will dip to a brisk 85. Break out the parkas.Edit: I forgot to mention that our air conditioning is not working. It is blowing out warm air. It feels like actual hell at my house.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Rich People Are Crazy
There is a little upscale children's clothing boutique up the street from my house. I live in a decent town, but the town next to me is one of the most expensive in NJ. The boutique is in that town. I am on their mailing list, so I get these coupons that tell me if I buy $50 worth of stuff, I will get $10 off. Sounds good right? But when I go in there, I cannot justify spending $40 on ONE T-SHIRT for Princess when she will only wear it a few times before she outgrows it.
But last Monday was their 50% off sale. ~~cue the angels singing~~
Everything in the store, all of the summer merchandise, is 50% off. At their winter 50% off sale, I bought Princess next year's Christmas dress (we are hoping it will fit her...) by Baby Lulu. Its lovely (AND I found the matching hat for $10 on ebay!). But I never would have paid full price for it.
The store opens at 9:30, so once I get Princess up, have breakfast, get ready to go out...its about 10:30. We get there and I cannot believe my eyes...the place is mobbed. I mean MOBBED. The shop is small, and there have to be 100 women in there, grabbing at the racks and filling up bags and bags of clothes. All these women have on khaki shorts or pants, crisp white shirts, huge diamonds on their fingers, cell phones attached to their ears, and perfectly coiffed hair (despite the humidity). And then there's me. My hair is in a messy bun on top of my head because it reacts quite poorly to humidity no matter how much Frizz-Ease I use. I have on black cropped sweatpants, a white t-shirt from Old Navy, and sequined flip flops from Target. And well, my diamond ain't too shabby, but it's well under the 5 carats these ladies were sporting.
But as classy as they all looked, appearances were deceiving. They were snatching clothes and pushing their way around and being, well, quite un-classy. It was a sight to see. They didn't even have time to look down on me; they were too busy looking for bargains.
I did buy Princess some things, although I did not grab or snatch or push in any way:
And yes, they are all HURTFUL PINK. Of course.
But last Monday was their 50% off sale. ~~cue the angels singing~~
Everything in the store, all of the summer merchandise, is 50% off. At their winter 50% off sale, I bought Princess next year's Christmas dress (we are hoping it will fit her...) by Baby Lulu. Its lovely (AND I found the matching hat for $10 on ebay!). But I never would have paid full price for it.
The store opens at 9:30, so once I get Princess up, have breakfast, get ready to go out...its about 10:30. We get there and I cannot believe my eyes...the place is mobbed. I mean MOBBED. The shop is small, and there have to be 100 women in there, grabbing at the racks and filling up bags and bags of clothes. All these women have on khaki shorts or pants, crisp white shirts, huge diamonds on their fingers, cell phones attached to their ears, and perfectly coiffed hair (despite the humidity). And then there's me. My hair is in a messy bun on top of my head because it reacts quite poorly to humidity no matter how much Frizz-Ease I use. I have on black cropped sweatpants, a white t-shirt from Old Navy, and sequined flip flops from Target. And well, my diamond ain't too shabby, but it's well under the 5 carats these ladies were sporting.
But as classy as they all looked, appearances were deceiving. They were snatching clothes and pushing their way around and being, well, quite un-classy. It was a sight to see. They didn't even have time to look down on me; they were too busy looking for bargains.
I did buy Princess some things, although I did not grab or snatch or push in any way:
And yes, they are all HURTFUL PINK. Of course.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Not That I Am Trying To Stir The Pot, But...
I was, and continue to be, shocked when I see some of the people who read me and blogroll me. I am such a liberal, left-wing feminist (though perhaps I don't show much of that here; I generally try to keep it a little lighter). So it amazes (and pleases) me to see that I have some self-proclaimed right-wing-nuts who read me. And truth be told, I read some of them and I blogroll some of them too. And I consider some of them to be friends.
I think that's the beauty of our country - that we can all co-exist and communicate with each other, even if our beliefs are different and we stand for different things. We can either disagree fairly peacefully, or just avoid the topics that stir the fires within us.
And then I find this site, via And I Wasted All That Birth Control. And it reminds me that there are people out there who think its their views or no views, their religion or no religion, their way or no way. And it sickens me, truly.
As a woman, I am most offended by the sexist views shown on this site, most specifically this brain surgeon's comment: "I'm an old-fashioned woman. Men should take care of women, and if men were taking care of women today, we wouldn't have to vote." This statement of obvious brilliance was made by Kay O'Connor, a Kansas Senate Republican. How are you a female senator with an opinion like that about the status of women? Ugh. And the comments against gays - they maddened me. What is the big deal? If its against your religion and your beliefs, why can't you just not do it? If gays are going to hell, isn't that their problem and won't they be judged by God? Do they need to be judged by these people too, in such a mean, hateful way?
I don't get it. Do you? If you consider yourself to be of the religious right, do you adhere to this kind of thought process? How do you justify being the judge of other's behaviors when that is to be left to God? Or are you more "compassionate" in your views?
Is what has happened to the "religious right" the same thing that has happened to the "liberal left" - that it gets hijacked by a few nuts and that is the only rhetoric that gets out? Do you feel that your religion and political party has been stolen? Or do they represent your views for the most part?
I am truly asking these questions out of curiosity, not out of anger or disdain or anything like that. I value each reader I have and I value your opinions (on both serious subjects and on frivilous ones). Where I live in the liberal Northeast, I don't have any friends who have "right wing" views. I am interested to hear what people have to say, and I hope everyone will be tolerant and courteous of other commenters. And if you are going to be an ass and post something stupid, at least have the guts to not be "anonymous." And I have the right to remove any inappropriate, trolly comments.
I think that's the beauty of our country - that we can all co-exist and communicate with each other, even if our beliefs are different and we stand for different things. We can either disagree fairly peacefully, or just avoid the topics that stir the fires within us.
And then I find this site, via And I Wasted All That Birth Control. And it reminds me that there are people out there who think its their views or no views, their religion or no religion, their way or no way. And it sickens me, truly.
As a woman, I am most offended by the sexist views shown on this site, most specifically this brain surgeon's comment: "I'm an old-fashioned woman. Men should take care of women, and if men were taking care of women today, we wouldn't have to vote." This statement of obvious brilliance was made by Kay O'Connor, a Kansas Senate Republican. How are you a female senator with an opinion like that about the status of women? Ugh. And the comments against gays - they maddened me. What is the big deal? If its against your religion and your beliefs, why can't you just not do it? If gays are going to hell, isn't that their problem and won't they be judged by God? Do they need to be judged by these people too, in such a mean, hateful way?
I don't get it. Do you? If you consider yourself to be of the religious right, do you adhere to this kind of thought process? How do you justify being the judge of other's behaviors when that is to be left to God? Or are you more "compassionate" in your views?
Is what has happened to the "religious right" the same thing that has happened to the "liberal left" - that it gets hijacked by a few nuts and that is the only rhetoric that gets out? Do you feel that your religion and political party has been stolen? Or do they represent your views for the most part?
I am truly asking these questions out of curiosity, not out of anger or disdain or anything like that. I value each reader I have and I value your opinions (on both serious subjects and on frivilous ones). Where I live in the liberal Northeast, I don't have any friends who have "right wing" views. I am interested to hear what people have to say, and I hope everyone will be tolerant and courteous of other commenters. And if you are going to be an ass and post something stupid, at least have the guts to not be "anonymous." And I have the right to remove any inappropriate, trolly comments.
I Am Now An F, and Some TV Reviews
So I got cocky. I Blog Battled again yesterday (only one time) and somehow, my dear little blog LOST. How can that be??? So I went quickly from an A+ down to an F (100% to 50%) in a matter of moments. Bah. Now I have to keep playing to get my score back up. Youse people don't know who you are dealin wit! Jersey's in the hiz-zouse, I'm comin at ya!
Did you watch Hit Me Baby One More Time last night? Last week it was kinda funny; this week was just downright sad. Eek, to hear The Knack butcher Jet, and Tommy Tutone massacre poor Blink 182...and WTF was Vanilla Ice thinking when he said he was going to do Survivor by Destiny's Child - I mean, it wasn't the same music or lyrics. I think I saw him do a few Beyonce booty-shakes there, but it wasn't the same song! I guess I concede that he was the best of the bunch, although I am a huge Motels fan from back in the day and I thought Only The Lonely was good...and I thought the way she redid Nora Jones at least took some guts, to turn it into a rock song...although it didn't sound so great. Bah. I don't know why I keep watching this show because it just makes me feel old when I see these bands that I used to listen to (ok, I was in grade school when most of them were out, but still...) and how old and bloated they look and how horribly wrong their voices have gone.
And on a final note, I missed the first few minutes of HMBOMT because I was watching that godawful "The Cut" ith Tommy Hilfiger. Ya know how The Apprentice has "You're Fired" and Survivor has "The Tribe Has Spoken"? Well get this: the tag line for this show (about trying to break into the fashion world) is: "You Are Out Of Style. You Must Walk Off The Runway." Good Lord, that is cheesiness at its cheesiest.
Ok, I am off for some more battles.
Did you watch Hit Me Baby One More Time last night? Last week it was kinda funny; this week was just downright sad. Eek, to hear The Knack butcher Jet, and Tommy Tutone massacre poor Blink 182...and WTF was Vanilla Ice thinking when he said he was going to do Survivor by Destiny's Child - I mean, it wasn't the same music or lyrics. I think I saw him do a few Beyonce booty-shakes there, but it wasn't the same song! I guess I concede that he was the best of the bunch, although I am a huge Motels fan from back in the day and I thought Only The Lonely was good...and I thought the way she redid Nora Jones at least took some guts, to turn it into a rock song...although it didn't sound so great. Bah. I don't know why I keep watching this show because it just makes me feel old when I see these bands that I used to listen to (ok, I was in grade school when most of them were out, but still...) and how old and bloated they look and how horribly wrong their voices have gone.
And on a final note, I missed the first few minutes of HMBOMT because I was watching that godawful "The Cut" ith Tommy Hilfiger. Ya know how The Apprentice has "You're Fired" and Survivor has "The Tribe Has Spoken"? Well get this: the tag line for this show (about trying to break into the fashion world) is: "You Are Out Of Style. You Must Walk Off The Runway." Good Lord, that is cheesiness at its cheesiest.
Ok, I am off for some more battles.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
At First I Was Afraid, I Was Petrified
I was terrified. I had been lurking and watching and wanting to play along, but my ego is quite fragile. If I was rejected, I would have felt like burying my pretty little head in the blog sand. And I had heard about some rough stuff going on...people intimidating others and outcomes being decided before the games even began. So I just wasn't sure if I was ready to get into the scene.
I am talking about the Battle of the Blogs on Blog Explosion, of course.
I am sure you have heard of it by now (if not, click on the link on the bottom of my sidebar that says BlogExplosion and get going, people!). I have used BlogExplosion and the BlogRocket for a while now. And I wanted to try the Battle of the Blogs, as I think my blog is good fun and most people that come here tend to come back.
So, I gave it a shot. I entered a battle with another Jersey Girl (Diner Bitch, I think), so I knew there would be hair-pulling and acrylic-nail-scratching going on (nah, I don't really have fake nails). And guess what???
I WON!
So my record in Battles is 100%. So I think I may quit now and go out a winner. What do you think? Have you tried the Battle?
I am talking about the Battle of the Blogs on Blog Explosion, of course.
I am sure you have heard of it by now (if not, click on the link on the bottom of my sidebar that says BlogExplosion and get going, people!). I have used BlogExplosion and the BlogRocket for a while now. And I wanted to try the Battle of the Blogs, as I think my blog is good fun and most people that come here tend to come back.
So, I gave it a shot. I entered a battle with another Jersey Girl (Diner Bitch, I think), so I knew there would be hair-pulling and acrylic-nail-scratching going on (nah, I don't really have fake nails). And guess what???
I WON!
So my record in Battles is 100%. So I think I may quit now and go out a winner. What do you think? Have you tried the Battle?
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