tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32615901014413452332024-02-21T07:51:19.963-08:00ArtUngluedPass the Ctrl + V please! ;)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692008530183980516noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261590101441345233.post-60348608133313273052013-04-02T15:12:00.001-07:002013-04-02T15:19:38.853-07:00Racism and discrimination is alive and well<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed">
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<span class="userContent"><br />I wasn't going to post this but have decided to do so anyway. <br /><br /> After taking my youngest to the emergency room I had to swing by and pick up his medical records from the clinic. His friends mom works there and she is who I spoke with. She asked how my son was doing because she knew he went to the hospital, it was on their doctors recommendation that we <span class="text_exposed_show">go. <br /><br /> Anyway, in talking to her while waiting for the file, we got to talking about GPS systems. It was at this point that she mentioned the time she was lost in KC. How she ended up in the "darkest, blackest place in KC". She must have seen the look on my face because she quickly mentioned "I'm not a racist blah blah blah I grew up in TN". <br /><br /> In my head I'm thinking "ok lady you convinced me". rolls eyes. <br /><br /> Next she asked about the soccer team (the coach desperately wants my son to play, his foot work is awesome) and how the next game was in some town, can't remember the name but that it's the Mexican area. "nothing against them but it's that kind of area, you know". "but their really good at soccer." <br /><br /> Ok lady that's strike two and you definitely aren't a racist though cuz you grew up in Tn. <br /><br /> Then in an effort to redeem herself she says, "I don't care about the blacks or the Mexicans people are people, but the gays. I don't like them because they aren't right. "<br /><br /> Ok I'd had enough! I said you know my oldest son is gay, my uncle is gay, my cousin is a lesbian, I have a friend who is a total tranny, and several friends who pick your alpha. There is nothing wrong with them. <br /><br /> She got a call I was going to totally walk out and not further jump down her throat, but she was too stupid to grab onto that opportunity. So she put them on hold and said. "oh yeah, it took some adjustment didn't it with your son". <br /><br />Now why in the hell would it take adjusting. I told her there was no adjustment because there is nothing wrong with him. Like, did she even hear my previous statement. <br /><br />Again she says "but when he told you he was gay, that's just not right. Didn't you tell him, and how long did it take to accept him." <br /><br /> Omg! my head was spinning and I wanted so bad to knock some down home sense in her. I just said "You know I don't fear you because you are a racist, and you are, it doesn't take much for me to adjust to being around people like you. That's tough, there is something wrong with you. My son, my race, my ethnicity there's nothing wrong with that." <br /><br /> And I walked out. I'm going to change the local doctor for Zeke and let the St. Mary's hospital know this is why.<br /><br />Racist beware we are many, some of us are darker than others and you never know who you are speaking to. Gay haters beware because you never know whose mother you are talking to. I can take a lot, but when you start looking down on my kids or loved ones I'm like a viper and my words become venomous. <br /><br />If you were faced with this kind of situation what would you do? I still haven't even addressed it with the youngest but I will definitely let him know. Because if ever in a situation with these people I want him to know what to expect. </span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692008530183980516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261590101441345233.post-47074340594944369022013-03-25T09:16:00.003-07:002013-03-25T09:19:23.505-07:00It's tough having your creative spirit displacedHave I mentioned we are displaced right now? We are fortunate to have my Dad who is letting us stay with him until our new home is built. Words can not describe how thankful we are to be so fortunate.<br />
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There are upsides and downsides to moving so frequently. Upsides include meeting new people, moving to new parts of the country and being able to explore those parts, <strike>and finding a new home</strike> there is a certain rush that can be felt in all of that. There are more benefits but you can figure those out and don't need me for that. The downside is the hassles of selling a home, packing up, finding new schools for your kids, the hassles of finding a new home and if you build <strike>which we are doing</strike> finding a place to live in the meantime if your house sold prior to the new build being finished <strike>and ours did.</strike><br />
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Being able to live with my Dad is a benefit, but still it's a hassle. Not in the sense of living with him but more on the front that it's not my house. I'm living in someone elses house and have to get used to the way things are set up here. In my old house I had my own office space. I could just walk in there and create. Here I am working on the couch in the living room and can't spread out. There I had my Cintiq to work on, here it doesn't exist because it's packed up in a warehouse somewhere. Things are different. Everything is different and I feel displaced.<br />
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Until recently I didn't have interent service because well my Dad lives in the country. He's so far removed from civilization that I'm suprised he has running water. lol jk it's not really that bad, but for a girl like me it' seems so. He, the phone company and I got it set up so we can finally access the internet from the house. It's really slow compared to what we had but it works at least. Prior I had to run up to Mc Donalds which is 25 miles away in the next town over. You read that right 25 miles one way. So I'm thankful that internet here is even working, even if on the slow side. <br />
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I'm thankful to the designers who have been so patient with me and understood this process, sometimes more than I did. Sometimes I can be so optomistic that I fail to understand there are times when things just won't work out the way intended. It's all a possibility and there is no failure when I look at the list of "Get er dones".</div>
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Here's my latest two creations from the <a href="http://www.deviantscrap.com/shop/product.php?productid=20731&cat=&page=" target="_blank">Méliès-ish kit by Tumble Fish Studio</a> available at Deviant Scrap (the kit is linked to the store)</div>
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On a personal note, I'm so stoked about this kit for a few reasons, it was a little secret between the designer and I. Do you know how hard it is to hold a secret in for so long? not gonna lie it was hard man, real Hard! I love the Smashing Pumpkins video and the movie Hugo and this kit is so much better than I ever anticipated. </div>
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Here is a little taste of what can be created using the kit. Images are linked to the Deviant Scrap gallery.<br />
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I love this kit, it's fantastically created and lends itself to many a
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692008530183980516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261590101441345233.post-72133736372524098232013-03-24T16:05:00.002-07:002013-03-24T16:07:53.165-07:00Growing some ballsAt the ripe age of 42 I've decided to grow some balls where the question - "You think you're better than me now?" goes. It's been a slow and painful process at times, but one I'm just now realizing is necessary. Not to allow others to walk all over my emotions and person. My only regret in this is not realizing sooner that this a problem they have, and it's not something I should feel bad about. <br />
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Twenty two years ago I married the love of my life, we eloped. No big wedding, no honeymoon. Just us and 2 of his friends. There are no regrets, I didn't really feel the wedding plans were for us but for everyone else anyway. When you are an introvert you don't really care to have a lot of people in the same room with you. One on one, a small affair but certainly not Gypsy Wedding affairs. Running off and getting hitched seemed like a much better option to me, so we did. <br />
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Not only did I run off and get hitched I ran even farther soon after and moved out with this guy to the outer barriers of our country. That might have been a mistake because we lived with his friends and OMG never do that. lol It worked out in the end and we did get our own place but OMG never move in with another family. EVER! I could tell you all stories that would make your heads spin. People were all up in our business and causing chaos and further we had a naked guy almost leap into bed with us because he was drunk out of his mind <strike>and that is not even the worst part of that story. </strike><br />
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After being gone for quite a while I went back home to visit or stay or something. My husband was at sea and I had a tough pregnancy, so instead of staying with crazy people I went home to my momma. Everything was ok and fine and I loved spending time at home with her and certain members of my family, but - there is always a but right. <br />
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It was upon this visit that a certain family member made the comment "So now you think you're better than me/us?" It hit me hard. First that's not something I have ever thought. I wasn't raised that way. In no way am I better than anyone else. I felt horrible, and tried to apologize, not knowing what to say but hurting knowing that whatever it was I did hurt them. What do you do in a moment like that? <br />
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Over the years it's been said and there have been times that it's just mind boggling to even conceive that someone would revert to that phrase about me or my family. <br />
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Last week someone said it again. Not to me but about someone else. It struck me again in the pit of my stomach like a leaded brick. Later in the day I realized, this is not my issue it's theirs. It also struck me that these same people are only seeking to bring the other person down. <br />
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You see from my perspective it's not that you or I have acted "like we are better". No, instead what is happening is they are saying we don't deserve better. Why is that? Why is it that if we work hard to achieve things in life, goals, have nice things, or take care of what we have we don't deserve it in their minds. That's what it boils down to isn't it? <br />
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So from now on I'm going to ask these people "Why? Why do you not think I deserve something better? Why are you judging me?" I'm taking the bull by the horns and letting them know under no circumstance are they allowed to tromp around on my happiness. <br />
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Have you struggled with something or someone like this? How do you handle it? Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692008530183980516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261590101441345233.post-61463967177359917392013-03-21T07:27:00.001-07:002013-03-24T15:39:23.141-07:00Pass or Fail, You still have to call me Mum. My husband and I have 3 boys. I'm not going to get all braggy in this post about how wonderful they are, even though they are 3 of the Most Fantastic Kids Ever. Did I mention they are all boys, yep that's right the Boys are Beyond Fantastic, crazy right. You hear it all the time raising boys.."oh poor thing she has boys" but really I as they're mom never understood that, because they are the best. Oh sure they've had their moments, stuffing toys in the toilets, cotton balls down the sink drain, blowing up microwaves, throwing fire balls in my kitchen and damn near burning down the house with their father in tow, coloring on my walls, tossing the little one around like a rag doll in the name of ring around the rosy and producing a rosy bloody mess on his face and scar the size of Texas. Luckily though they grew out of that and those moments were few and far between. Now they and 10 of their closest friends just wake me up at 2:30 am to make them spaghetti. ;) Still they are my boys and I love reflecting even on those moments. Truth be told those moments make me giggle at the ridiculousness of it all. Those moments are why I don't mind the 2:30 am wake up calls. Because I know that these moments are ending soon. Our boys are 21, 19 and 17. Time flies and I don't want to take any of these moments for granted, no matter how foolish insane those moments are. Because I'm their Mum. <br />
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I told you all of that to deflect the failures I have as a mom imposed on these 3 boys. Specifically for this post, the recent failures and past failure imposed on the 3rd child. I'd love to use the excuse that this happened just because these kids have worn me out. I'd love to say that they just caused me so much exhaustion and I was basically a single parent raising them. I'm a military mom, their dad was out protecting their country. I'm exhausted but that's not what caused the failure. It was lack of experience or lack of thinking things through, because when you have 3 boys so close in age or maybe just having 3 boys is enough of an excuse and there just isn't enough coffee to help your brain cells engage. Being a mom is tough and being the mom of 3 boys is even tougher. Some of us just barely wiggle through the flaming 3 ring circus they produce. <br />
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Hopefully by now you have enough sympathy to understand, so lets get to it. Wait no lets get a little back story shall we. <br />
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My husband is now retired military, has a new job but keeps us moving year to year. In the last 3 years the kids and I have moved 3 times and have 1 more to go in the next few months. Right now as our house is being built we are living with my dad in a place so remote there isn't even a McDonald's. Even that clown knows living here is for the birds. <br />
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The first of my failures with this last move happened once we arrived to the planet unknown. That's another story I'll share later but not today. A couple days after we arrived I had to set the youngest one up for school. Not a big deal especially if you are super organized and have all the paperwork filled out ahead of time. Not a big deal if you have all that paper work in a file marked with the child's name and it says "school paper work". Not a big deal if that file is in a bin in your car because that's where it needed to be. Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy! <br />
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I should have left the Lemon Squeezy off that statement because Lemons are bad. You ever hear the phrase "that car is a Lemon", in that context it's not a compliment to the car. That Lemon Squeezy for me was when I tipped the file bin end over end and it spilled all the contents around the back of my car. In my haste I filed quickly and as best as possible. I thought I had this until we got to the school. <br />
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At the school, we sat in the car, my little boy and I. Joking, the banter flying across the seats as usual, him trying to get out of one more day of school, me looking through the file bin and telling him there was no way in hades he was staying home. ;) After 5 mins of looking and trying to convince him I had it under control "PANIC" struck so hard it was on my face. By then I was frantically looking for this paperwork, his paper work. Everything but the school admission forms and his transcripts were in there. I couldn't find them at all. My heart was racing at the thought of having to take him back home. just kidding. I really did lose the paper work but don't mind him coming home with me. I love that kid. <br />
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When he realized I was in panic mode he very calmly said "Really Mom, you lost my file." When he realized every other file was in order he just shook his head in disgust and said. "I really am the 3rd child." <br />
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It was then that I thought have I really Failed so bad that my child really thinks he drew the short stick because of his birth order? Surely there have been worse moments for him to feel that way. Maybe, in retrospect that was not the right reaction or thought to have but it did cross my mind. Of course I laughed and told him that it was OK we would just fill out more and hope the previous school sent the transcripts already. He was still disgusted but laughed. Luckily he gets that trait from me. <br />
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We walked in, filled in new paper work, a cute girl saved me from humiliation as she gave him a tour of the school. He wasn't able to let the admin know I lost the paper work. :) Thank Heavens for little girls. I should probably take her a pizza. <br />
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Crisis averted. <br />
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Failure 2 in 3 weeks time, but one that has ran the course of the 3rd child's lifetime, was pointed out to me yesterday on the drive home from picking up our glasses and contacts. <br />
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It was on this trip home that we were discussing all kinds of things. I love riding in the car with just one child at a time, just as much as all 3. More so maybe because the conversation is more direct. It was on this trip that we discussed how 3D images are made, knowing how to get from A to B and the importance of knowing what direction you travel to get somewhere. (another story, another day) Girls, Girls, Girls..how they are weird here and try to hug him all the time or high five him even though he has to bend down to hit their tiny little hands. Then the topic of moles came up. <br />
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Dun dun duuun!!<br />
All of my children have moles. It's pretty common but as an adult you know to check your moles hopefully and have them looked at. I've always kept an eye on my kids moles, but only one of my children has had their mole removed. Why??? I don't know. Looking back it was just a dumb parenting mistake but one that has cost me yet another gold coin in the Parenting Olympics. <br />
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At the discussion of moles I asked him how his looked. He said the same. He usually gets pissed when I start heading his way with the magnifying glass pointed in the direction of his belly button. The mole is not in his belly button but in that general direction. It was at this point he asked again what the big deal was. So what if it changes color, or gets bigger?? It was at this point I realized all this time I had never told him that these things could have cancerous cells and if they change need to be removed and biopsied. I never even thought to explain it. <br />
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It was at this point that he looked at me in disbelief and stuck that big fat red F on my forehead. It was then that I thought.. Why in the hell have we never removed them in the first place. How freakin' stupid is it that we let those things remain on our children without a thought to have them removed. I knew without a doubt that red letter of failure was very well deserved. <br />
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It was at that moment that my son realized he had definitely not hit the parent lottery. <br />
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What exactly was the point of leaving that one little mole on my child. It may not ever change, it may not have a cancerous cell in it, but what if it does? What if that little mole I kissed when he was child ends up being cancerous down the road. How stupid is it to leave on him, knowing that when he is an adult more than likely it would have to be removed anyway. Oh to go back 21 years ago. I would have had them all removed.<br />
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So when we get to our new home the first thing I will do is set up the appointment to have these beasts removed from my precious children. Hopefully, my children can learn from the mistakes of their mother. <br />
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So Mijo if you are reading this, know that I never meant you harm and that as a parent I did the best with what I had. Perhaps if you and your brothers had been a little more behaved and perfect children I would have had better brain cells to rely on when making the decisions of the past. ;) <br />
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Really, though I am sorry and I wish with all my heart I had been able to have that epiphany when you were much younger.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692008530183980516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261590101441345233.post-27658128267592194102012-01-31T19:56:00.000-08:002012-01-31T19:56:20.096-08:00Fearless<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This image has been running circles in my head for some time. You know when you can picture something so great and wonderful but just can't seem to put it to paper. Yep that's it. This is one of those. <br />
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While working on this tonight my husband rushed into the studio and took a gander. After reading the quote he asked me if that's how I felt. I asked him what he meant thinking he was talking about the word Fearless..nope he was in fact talking about the quote. "Some women aren't meant to be tamed they're supposed to run wild". After he mentioned it was the quote he was referring to I asked him if that bothered him so much. He said not usually but between the hours he is trying to sleep and waking up..yep it bothers him. <br />
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You see in our household bedtime is always and event. A girl has to get her excercise sometime and for me that time is bedtime. He goes to bed and I go after him. Usually I'll fly into the bed by taking a running leap and pretending to be a flying squirrel. Or sometimes I just can't manage to make it into the bed by getting in on my side. So it's with that, that i'm climbing into bed, over and under him. <br />
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Isn't this time of year the bestest! I'm am so giddy with anticipation, even though my kids are older I still heart all the Valentimey goodness of the season. From the conversations hearts to the Red and White everything. <br />
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Red is my favorite color so it's no wonder Valentines makes my heart beat a bit faster with the pitter patter of love. The extra special best part of this year is that my sweet loveable Giant will be home this year. <br />
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The Giant is retired Navy, and as any military wife knows the holidays usually happen without our guys. They are usually out to sea, running drills or fighting wars keeping us back at home safe on our soil. For all you special military spouses out there know this you are valued and you are what keep our country strong. Without your hard work and dedication our service members wouldn't be able to do what they do. Thank you!<br />
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I was so excited to see 2 new kits from Tumble Fish Studio and Crowabout StudioB that melted my heart and got my creative juices flowing. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.deviantscrap.com/shop/product.php?productid=19519&cat=&page=">Somethings Fishy by Tumble Fish Studio</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> has all kinds of nautical genius to it. For Navy wives I'd say this is a must have for your stash. </div><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692008530183980516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261590101441345233.post-25790569563254273692012-01-25T07:45:00.000-08:002012-01-25T12:16:05.572-08:00Moms who mortify us but make us Giggle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUcKFzhLZfEjuES8gsQi7bySR4DoFz9BCJhDM8YGpnPscAxtPIjo7_wvDgsDGJv0XB0TfEX3AL0gzUK68lZGIfQszKKRRCVkJ9xBHW_j5Iph0VRdXzagymh_BS-xyMutPZrFk12fJ0gow/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUcKFzhLZfEjuES8gsQi7bySR4DoFz9BCJhDM8YGpnPscAxtPIjo7_wvDgsDGJv0XB0TfEX3AL0gzUK68lZGIfQszKKRRCVkJ9xBHW_j5Iph0VRdXzagymh_BS-xyMutPZrFk12fJ0gow/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" width="279" /></a></div>The day after I posted my last lo in the gallery I took some time away from the computer. When journaling such subjects I get emotional. After it's done mama needs a break. <br />
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Well that break came in the form or more purging. I weeded through my closet and drawers. While doing so I started throwing out some of my shorts. As a person of short stature what fits someone of normal height as shorts will be long on someone whose legs are on the miniture side. Because of that I've always had to hem or purchase daisy duke style shorts in order for them to look right otherwise they are like bermuda shorts on me. Not a good look when your legs are 4 inches long!<br />
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So it was during this short purge that a memory popped into my head. One of my mom and I shopping. Most memories of my mom lend me to laughing. For as hard as our relationship was at times she did have a way of making me and those around her laugh. <br />
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<em>now a little backstory..for those who don't know..I went to a private school, a school where they were a bit of well lets just say religious control freaks. 1980's and the code was still little house on the prairie clothing. My parents had rules, you wore what was appropriate at school, followed the rules there but at home the school did not dictate or set boundries</em><br />
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<em>The setting was 198s0mething we are at the mall, shopping at Carson Pierre Scott. I was looking for shorts and my mom was at the beauty counter sniffing out perfume and looking for makeup. Nothing short of beautiful and always smelling good that's my mom. :)</em> <br />
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So here we are in the mall shopping for clothes because as luck would have it I finally grew after a couple years. Yay me! The school year was ending and shorts were on the agenda. Moms at the counter and who walks into the store but the Principle and his wife..Shock me! Shock me!<br />
Well I had no love for either one so it wasn't like i was about to say word one to them. However I did notice them because never ever in a million years would I have thought they would enter the <em>dun dun dun</em>...Mall!!!! It was a worldly place, i mean for goodness sake they sold dog collars for humans in that mall. Surely this could not be right. <br />
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Not gonna lie, I was probably starring with my mouth agape and muttering WTH's..or OMGS either way I was sealing my fate in hell for eternity. It was during that time that she (principles) wife took notice. It was also at that time that she noticed what I was holding. Several pair of daisy duke shorts.. <br />
In her head I'm sure she was thinking.. "ah ha! I'm going to slay her transgressions!!!" <br />
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No lie! That woman grabbed me by the arm, not a word was said by her as she dragged me over to my mom. Who again was at the beauty counter in 7th heaven enjoying all those wonderful aromas. <br />
Then finally she says loudy<strong>.."Mrs. I, I want you to know what your daughter is doing. What she is attempting to buy, Are you aware of your daughter trying on these!!!!!" </strong>her scowly scowl face beaming with the excitement of thrashing the devilous spirit outta me by calling me out in front of well everyone in the freaking mall! She was doing a great job or so she thought. <br />
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<em>Now my mom was one of those people who would calmly look at you while you threw a temper tantrum, and let you rant rant rant until you were finish and satisfied in the belief that you had just won some arguement. It was then that she would lay out colorful words in a spectrum which is unheard of today by any stretch of the imagination. Hell you would probably even think you had really won, until you came back to your senses somewhere in the middle of the conversation when the words had rested their assult on your brain. At which point 5 seconds would go by and she'd bitch slap you with even more words. She had a gift! </em><br />
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This time though my mom choose her words carefully and discreetly said "Shorts, short shorts, daisy duke shorts, she (meaning me) needs them for work. She strips to afford the outrageous tuition that your institution charges those of us who are not members of your congregation." Then very calmly took the clothing, handed them back to me and told me to make sure I got something "that looked real nice ;)" Turned around to the counter and continued talking to the sales girl, like nothing even happened. <br />
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The principle and his wife were stunned, and just stood there like they were going to combust from talking to a heathen. I got the hell outta dodge kinda mortified beyond belief and feeling sick to my stomache . Now looking back on that day though it was actually a genius move on her part and makes me laugh to think about it. <br />
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Anyone else out there have a mother like mine?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692008530183980516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261590101441345233.post-26820226820594256272011-08-28T17:44:00.000-07:002011-08-29T06:02:59.495-07:00Isn't it about time we stop being stingy and learned to share?<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Paul Newman once said : </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="float: right;"><em></em></span><span class="sqq"><em>“I'm a supporter of gay rights. And not a closet supporter either. From the time I was a kid, I have never been able to understand attacks upon the gay community. There are so many qualities that make up a human being... by the time I get through with all the things that I really admire about people, what they do with their private parts is probably so low on the list that it is irrelevant.”</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Who can argue with Paul Newman? I can't, though I've always felt this way. It never crosses my mind when getting to know someone what kind of bedroom activities we share. It's just not something that comes up. <br />
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Our country is at a crossroads right now when it comes to Marriage Rights. Marriage Rights of the LGBT community. Marriage rights of the Plural community. Though I'm against those who marry children I am for the equal rights of competent consenting adults. I can't imagine what my life would have been like if I had to hide my relationship, if I could not marry the man I wanted to. </div><br />
This is an issue that is close to my heart..for mulitiple reasons. First and foremost I'm the mother of a a son who is gay, and I'm the niece, cousin, friend, of those within the LGBT community.<br />
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Below is a piece I created because it's been on my mind as I think of all those I love who do not share the same rights. I hope that people will view it and make the connections, something will spark within them and they will open their hearts and minds to what could be. <br />
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It wasn't that long ago that women didn't share the same rights as men, because they were the public majority. It wasn't that long ago that a women couldn't make any financial decisions. Our rights were pretty much non-existant. Much the same way the LGBT and Plural communities rights are. Marriage is a right, being married has it's perks, perks my fellow men and women can't share if they are not the public majority. Isn't that unfair? Isn't it unjust to say? Isn't it unjust to keep them from happiness a happiness that costs you nothing? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">No one is asking you to pay for their lifestyle, all they want is to share their life with someone they love openly and without judgement. You lose nothing by sharing a basic right you yourself enjoy. It doesn't affect you in anyway whatsoever. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
My wish is simple, my wish is that people in America will open their hearts, bring compassion to the issue of Marriage Rights and change what is holding our people back. By voting for Marriage rights we can change our country for the better. Families can flourish, the stigmas can be cast aside and overall our communities will be enriched. It's a win, win. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/96LXHRExm3A?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692008530183980516noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261590101441345233.post-79071197404068973002011-08-25T19:35:00.000-07:002011-08-25T19:35:32.632-07:00Love Sweet Love<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>It's what the world needs now.</strong></span> <br />
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</div><em><strong>When K was in 1st grade he had the most wonderful teacher. She gave the class an assignment that will forever stick in my head and left a lasting impression with my son. </strong></em><br />
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<em><strong>The students had to rotate throughout the entire class and learn something from another peer. This happened during recess. Everyday they journaled their recess lessons. Every child taught another <br />
child a skill. Each one teach one. From Braiding hair, painting nails, hitting a baseball, drawing, <br />
climbing the monkey bars. Each child taught, Each child learned. Each child took away from that<br />
experience. Each child learned to accept that it was ok to be different. It’s ok for boys to plait hair,<br />
or paint their nails,it’s ok for girls to hit a ball, or get dirty.</strong></em><br />
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<em><strong> My son is 19 now and can still paint nails with the best of them. He is Perfect just the way he is!</strong></em><br />
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I truely wish more teachers would incorporate lessons like these. It opens their eyes and makes them more accepting of others. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692008530183980516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261590101441345233.post-10857376780972536312011-08-24T07:33:00.000-07:002011-08-24T07:35:52.617-07:00Unifying The Sidelines<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm a soccer mom. Our 18yo loves soccer and he's very good at it too. Our 15yo also loves soccer but he is unable to play now because of an injury. I love being on the sidelines and getting the shots of my boys playing soccer. They are tough kids both of them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">T is a defender. It fits his personality. He's always been a protector. Yesterday while watching/shooting the game I turned to my 15yo and said. Hmm, Ts like that kid from the movie Blindside. Z not understanding says "oh yeah, right cuz he's homeless." No what I mean is that T is very much a protector. He's like old faithful. If you give him a job, or in this case tell him to stay on someone and not let them near the goal he is going to do that. He is going to do whatever it takes to protect his family. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He is like that in everything. All three of our children are like that. Maybe it's because we lived so far away from family and were our own unit. At any rate they are protective of eachother and of us as a whole. Sure they may argue amongst themselves, but I dare anyone to try to say or do something against any one of them because they will quickly turn the table on you and <strong>you will be sorry</strong>.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As the game went on more people showed up. It's funny because these people at games all sit in little groups. I'm the outsider because I'm new and well they've been together probably since their kids were little. It doesn't bother me really because I'm used to it. Armed with my camera I'm up and down the field anyway and after the game I'm loading gear into the car. So what do I need camaraderie for anyway. <br />
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But I did think to myself as I saw these little groups, "they need unity". So I came up with a little game. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong>The Tip It Game</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">How many times have you seen a goalie tip the ball. A player tries to score the goalie jumps up high and tips the ball with his fingertips. It's the perfect scenerio for a drinking game. Drinking games are the best kind aren't they?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">So here's the rules.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">BYOB (or whatever ails you) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">You may only take a swig when the ball is Tipped. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Here's where we unify in the stands. Everyone should encourage the goalie with a cheer. <em>Tip It! Tip It! Tip It!</em> we will all chant. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We can expand the game to, just think about it. There are so many plays we could be cheering and drinking to. Everyone will be happier while sitting out in the heat or freezing cold. Further it fosters team spirit. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I'm gonna take a bottle of Jack to then next game. ;)</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692008530183980516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261590101441345233.post-33044745486289168602011-08-18T07:37:00.000-07:002011-08-18T07:37:40.968-07:00The Snake Creature almost killed me!<strong>1 event 2 viewpoints</strong> <br />
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<div id="post_message_50882">We've moved into our new home and while I'm not finished upacking (who is ever finished upacking right?) we are getting there. <br />
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With the weather being so nice out and an offer from my youngest to help pull the weeds, today was just as good a day as any to complete the task. So we ventured outside to tackle the weed problem. <br />
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First let me say that we have a wonderful relationship..at least I think we do. We joke around, respect each other and really like spending time together. So even though he doesn't remember the events as they actually happened I still love him and accept that he was outside his mind with heat stroke when it happened or he'd remember correctly. ;0<br />
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Now I give you 1 event 2 viewpoints. <br />
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Armed with gloves a garbage can and our best outdoorsie weed pulling will we headed to the yard. <br />
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After showing him everything that needed to be pulled, <i>You know how boys are they will pull a rose bush if don't tell them not to. </i>we got to work. The new house has already been landscraped and really the weed pulling on 3 sides of the house was not bad at all. The worst was the right side which sits adjacent to a vacant lot. We are in a newer subdivision and the lot is full of weeds that were encrouching on our nicely landscaped yard.<br />
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So we are pullling weeds and talking have a good time when all of the sudden I feel somthing slithering through my hand. Immediately I dropped my weed filled hand, while SCREAMING as loudly as a girl can, jumping up and down stomping my feet and running away as fast as possible all the while shaking my hands in the air. <br />
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My son, being the sweet caring son he first and foremost wanted to make sure I was ok asked "What's the matter?"<br />
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I screamed "Snake"<br />
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Both of us looked and found the slithery icky monster, that was at least 10' ft long by my account and could have killed me with his snakey mouth bite. He was sneaking into the window cover of the basement. <br />
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That snake had 4 legs which my son tells me is not a snake but a lizard of some sort. I don't care it was still 40' long and could have killed me. <br />
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Well, I'd had enough so I came inside and left the boy to weed pulling and snake handling. <br />
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His dad called and I told my Giant that I almost died today from a snake bite by a snake creature with a head the size of a basketball and it was at least 60' long. <br />
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My son hears this and starts laughing asking to talk to his dad. He tells my husband that it was just a little lizzard, and that I'm exaggerating. <br />
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Don't you hate when the men folk make light of scary situations and downplay them to make you feel like a typical girl. <img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.deviantscrap.com/forum/images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink" /><br />
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Below is photographic evidence these beasts do exist. <br />
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photo not by me but stolen from the webernets and I don't have any affiliation with this website. It's just that this thing looks almost exactly like the 2 headed, 4 legged, 1000' snake creature that lives outside my house. The same snake creature that is holding me hostage inside my house because admit it people you would be scared for your life too if you saw this thing. <br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692008530183980516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261590101441345233.post-3909164261101662142011-08-17T07:15:00.000-07:002011-08-17T07:31:11.877-07:00Mother Nature bit me in the leg and it HURT like hellBut I still love her :) <br />
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Have you ever thought you could take on the world? I do it at times and don't realize until things go to pieces that<strong> I just can't do it all</strong>! Take for instance the month of July.<br />
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Actually that can be June and July but we'll just talk of July. My husband was transferred and being the superhero that I am, I decided it would be best to continue working full time and further to continue with other obligations. I really dislike not fullfilling obligations. Add to that I joined a swap.<br />
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Now in the midst of throwing out junk, trying to get in order the move which threw up in my face a couple times at the last minute. <strike>Yeah, thanks for setting aside our paper work for 3 weeks.</strike> House showings at the most inopportune times, trying to rearrange the move, working full time, family, and other obligations in general. Add to all of that being stung by a bee, which is the worst thing that can happen to someone who is allergic to bees. <br />
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When it happened I was in my car, that little devil crawled up the inside of my jeans and stung me. I didn't even know what was stinging me but felt very sick and started having breathing problems all while driving in my car. So I pull over while reaching in my purse trying to unscrew the darn epi pen, <em><strike><strong>btw who in their right mind puts a screw on lid on an vital and time sensitive medical</strong> <strong>device</strong></strike></em> and at the same time I'm frantically hitting my leg and feeling for whatever it is that is sending a searing pain into my body. Finally the cap pops off and I stab my self with the pen..no fun guys no fun at all. My husband is gone at the time and I'm left to manage the kids, house, showings, move stuff, everything by myself. So I opt not to go to the doctor. <strong>Big Mistake Huge Mistake</strong><br />
Let me tell you how wrong that goes when you are allergic to bees. Though I used the epi pen and though I didn't go into shock, and though I took allergy pills and though I am SheRok! and tougher than nails..that didn't stop my leg from swelling up to the size of texas or the itching to cease and desist. It's like my body didn't get the memo or ignored the memo all together. <br />
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So yeah the month of July held many changes and challenges for this girl. I took a break at the end, and into Aug. but now am back with a vengence. Last night I finished my long overdue swap and sent it off to it's recipient. <br />
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You can see it below..and even though Mother Nature sent out her devilish minion to wreak havoc on my body I still love her enough to create a shrine in her honor. <br />
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I am thankful to have such wonderful designers who understood my dilema and who are sweet enough to say take care of you. These women are really without a doubt the kindest and most gracious people I've come to know. I'm thankful to my boss who even though we were under the gun at times understood all the challenges I was facing and said take a break, or just chipped in to help me. She is by far the best boss I've had in my entire career. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most of all I'm thankful to my husband and children who continue to stand beside me, and make me laugh even when under the weather, or just plain crabby and miserable. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692008530183980516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261590101441345233.post-71784624910755975192011-08-15T15:29:00.000-07:002011-08-15T15:29:17.151-07:00Art Without ScissorsThis blog was almost named Art Without Scissors, until I found like a hundred links to the subject. For months now I've been working on coming up with a name for this here blog. It's been a while now actually. <br />
See for a long time I wanted to be the cool girl but well I'm just not the cool really. Then the most amazing thing happened ~more on that later. Anywho, at that moment I vowed to start a blog, but there was that name thing that kept stumping me and delaying the process. That was until last night. <br />
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Last night as I was creating a piece for the new collab kit by Tumble Fish Studio and Crowabout StudioB called <a href="http://www.deviantscrap.com/shop/product.php?productid=19050&cat=&page=">You're Invited</a> available at Deviant Scrap it hit me. ArtUnglued. I started googling, binging (which for your information is so much different than blinging and not nearly as perty.) <br />
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So this morning first thing I got busy on this here blog and it's all because of 2 Deviants who twisted my arms and made me crafty..jk I love being on their teams. :) <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://deviantscrap.com/gallery/showphoto.php?photo=20363&title=art-without-scissors&cat=all" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://deviantscrap.com/gallery/data/510/ArtWithoutScissors-200-good.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Do you ever wonder where we will this craft will take use in the coming years? I wonder what kinds of fancy schmancy things we will be doing in 2020 and beyond. Isn't it neat what kind of strides we are making in this world of ours. <br />
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Don't forget to check out the add on kits for You're Invited by <a href="http://www.deviantscrap.com/shop/product.php?productid=19048&cat=&page=">Crowabout StudioB</a> and <a href="http://www.deviantscrap.com/shop/product.php?productid=19049&cat=&page=">Tumble Fish Studio</a> both designers names are linked to take you directly to the store. If you make something and post I'd love to see it. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692008530183980516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3261590101441345233.post-71595258545469929142011-08-15T12:06:00.000-07:002011-08-15T16:10:48.045-07:00Hello CyberSpaceWelcome to my Unglued Life. Life is Art and Art mimics life, sometimes we got it going on and other times we are undone at the seams. It's life and you just have to roll with it.<br />
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This is the place I will be posting pieces, both unglued and glued. Journal pieces as well as fluff, scrap, and altered I'm bearing it all. If you are new to this and have any questions feel free to ask. I'm always up for sharing. <br />
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Thanks for looking,<br />
Maggiebean<br />
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