You do not take the Dingo to the store with you. Ever. Especially not a discount store.
My family has recently been forcing me to get a full medical run-down since there may be a brief gap in my health insurance approaching. I've been to the general practitioner for blood work and a check up, the eye doctor, and today the dentist. Since the Dingo was due for a cleaning also he took the afternoon off work and went to the dentist too. (Per usual, him? clean as a whistle. Me? Cavity. Ugh)
After my appointment we went to get a late lunch and I mentioned we should stop by the store because we were almost out of juice. Big mistake. Big. Big. Mistake. Huge. Because it was in close proximity we went to Dollar General. And the Dingo went nuts. I picked up both of our preferred juices and a box of cereal. So how did we walk out with six grocery bags? The Dingo! We now have a pantry full of peanut butter filled pretzels, cheese and crackers, cheese and peanut butter crackers, those teddy bear cookies...the list goes on. So, $40 later, we have juice and everything else the store sells.
On the up side, the Dingo reminded me to buy a new jar of peanut butter. Last week I mentioned to the Dingo that I must not like peanut butter anymore because while attempting to eat a sandwich I ended up throwing it up (sorry, TMI). For some reason this made him think that he would really like a PB&J (weirdo). Upon inspection the Dingo informed me that the peanut butter was two years expired!
Dingo: Doodle, you ate two year old peanut butter!
Doodle: No wonder I barfed! I didn't know peanut butter expired.
Dingo: You didn't think something with the word BUTTER in it would expire?!
Doodle: I thought it was just called that for its consistency.
Yep...I obviously never learn.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Memphis Heritage Door Auction and a New Dress
Last night the Dingo and I attended the Memphis Heritage Door Auction (that may not be the official title). This is the second year for us to attend, originally drawn in because my mother and her friends participate in it, but it is also so fun. Basically, when an old building in Memphis is renovated one or more of the old doors are donated to the Memphis Heritage Foundation. Then, once a year, volunteer teams choose a door and make art out of it in any way they see fit. You would be amazed at what people come up with. I am always so impressed with what my mom and her friends come up with. They do beautiful mosaics. Last year was a mosaic of Elvis and this year it was a colorful retro/peace sign pattern. We won a piece in the auction last year. The door was cut down to the size of a large picture frame. I love it. (I put pictures from the Dingo and my trip to San Fran in it.)
Yes, that is a horrible picture taken with my iphone but you get the point.
This year was super great too. We bid on a wine cabinet (because the two we have is obviously not enough) but the bids got way higher than we were willing to go. However, this year they had a new addition, a room of clothes! All 70% off marked price. My mom pointed out a dress that she thought I would love, and I did. It was originally $135 so, with 70% off it was $40.50. The Dingo gave the go ahead to buy it (woohoo!) so I went to pay. The girl rang me up and said, "That will be $8." Wha? Not wanting to get her in trouble at her job I argued that that was waaayyy lower than I expected. She argued back that it was, in fact, $8. Ok, you win. So I walked away with a dress marked $135 for $8. Win.
I got curious about it today, wondering what kind of a steal I really got on this dress. I found this. The dress currently sells for $125! I'm so excited about the dress and what I paid for it. It's a perfect dress for Memphis. I can wear it now in the blistering heat with a pair of sandals but whenever fall gets here it will be great with a pair of tights. Honestly, if we have a normal Memphis winter (as apposed to the blizzards of last year) this could really be a year-round dress. When the Dingo heard the final price he immediately said, "well, hell, for those prices, is there anything else you want in here?" I love that man. Unfortunately the other dress I liked was way too big. Oh well.
All in all it was a wonderful evening. We had drinks and fun with friends and family looking at what some of the brilliant minds of Memphis artists can come up with. Dad got a little out of hand and bid on four different tables and we believe he won at least three (we left before the official close of the auction). So I have a few months to figure out where to put the new end table I am sure to get for Christmas. Haha.
Yes, that is a horrible picture taken with my iphone but you get the point.
This year was super great too. We bid on a wine cabinet (because the two we have is obviously not enough) but the bids got way higher than we were willing to go. However, this year they had a new addition, a room of clothes! All 70% off marked price. My mom pointed out a dress that she thought I would love, and I did. It was originally $135 so, with 70% off it was $40.50. The Dingo gave the go ahead to buy it (woohoo!) so I went to pay. The girl rang me up and said, "That will be $8." Wha? Not wanting to get her in trouble at her job I argued that that was waaayyy lower than I expected. She argued back that it was, in fact, $8. Ok, you win. So I walked away with a dress marked $135 for $8. Win.
I got curious about it today, wondering what kind of a steal I really got on this dress. I found this. The dress currently sells for $125! I'm so excited about the dress and what I paid for it. It's a perfect dress for Memphis. I can wear it now in the blistering heat with a pair of sandals but whenever fall gets here it will be great with a pair of tights. Honestly, if we have a normal Memphis winter (as apposed to the blizzards of last year) this could really be a year-round dress. When the Dingo heard the final price he immediately said, "well, hell, for those prices, is there anything else you want in here?" I love that man. Unfortunately the other dress I liked was way too big. Oh well.
All in all it was a wonderful evening. We had drinks and fun with friends and family looking at what some of the brilliant minds of Memphis artists can come up with. Dad got a little out of hand and bid on four different tables and we believe he won at least three (we left before the official close of the auction). So I have a few months to figure out where to put the new end table I am sure to get for Christmas. Haha.
PINECONES!
I have begun to fear for the Dingo's sanity and, in turn, my own. You see, he has been walking around the house lately argily repeating, "Pinecones! More pinecones, I have to pick up the pinecones!"
We are having major grass issues in our front yard. When we bought the house the whole front hill was ivy. Last fall we had it all pulled up and the Dingo planted grass. The grass grew and looked lovely...until about two months ago when it began to quickly die. Thinking it had to do with the horrible heat we (by that I mean the Dingo, are you kidding? I don't do anything with the yard) procrastinated in doing anything about it. Now it looks like someone set our front yard on fire. So, last weekend the Dingo went to Lowes and bought some kind of super great (expensive) grass seed and put it in the front yard. The Dingo is crazy excited about his grass. You know that phrase, it's as exciting as watching grass grow? Well, the sarcasm is lost on the Dingo as he often steps out front to look for any sign of growth.
If that doesn't lean you towards believing he may be a bit off, here is where the PINECONES come in (sorry, PINECONE is no longer a lower-case word in this household). Also in our front yard is a giant, huge, old pinetree. You saw that coming right? And it keeps dropping huge amounts of PINECONES on the front yard. I mean, three trash bags full in just a few days. How do I know how many trash bags they fill? Because the Dingo has to pick them all up. Turns out the PH in the pinecones (I'll stop with the caps, I think you got the point) will do something bad to the growth of his super great grass. So, I wake up most mornings to him screaming "There is more! There are MORE PINECONES." The other day he asked me what I thought the neighbors would say if they saw that tree in flames and him dancing around in the front yard. See? Fear for insanity.
We are having major grass issues in our front yard. When we bought the house the whole front hill was ivy. Last fall we had it all pulled up and the Dingo planted grass. The grass grew and looked lovely...until about two months ago when it began to quickly die. Thinking it had to do with the horrible heat we (by that I mean the Dingo, are you kidding? I don't do anything with the yard) procrastinated in doing anything about it. Now it looks like someone set our front yard on fire. So, last weekend the Dingo went to Lowes and bought some kind of super great (expensive) grass seed and put it in the front yard. The Dingo is crazy excited about his grass. You know that phrase, it's as exciting as watching grass grow? Well, the sarcasm is lost on the Dingo as he often steps out front to look for any sign of growth.
If that doesn't lean you towards believing he may be a bit off, here is where the PINECONES come in (sorry, PINECONE is no longer a lower-case word in this household). Also in our front yard is a giant, huge, old pinetree. You saw that coming right? And it keeps dropping huge amounts of PINECONES on the front yard. I mean, three trash bags full in just a few days. How do I know how many trash bags they fill? Because the Dingo has to pick them all up. Turns out the PH in the pinecones (I'll stop with the caps, I think you got the point) will do something bad to the growth of his super great grass. So, I wake up most mornings to him screaming "There is more! There are MORE PINECONES." The other day he asked me what I thought the neighbors would say if they saw that tree in flames and him dancing around in the front yard. See? Fear for insanity.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tiny Feet
Yesterday I received an invitation for the Dingo and I to attend his boss's wife's baby shower for twin boys. Both boss and wife are actually personal friends even when the clock is off so I am totally excited to celebrate two long awaited little ones. One problem: What do I buy her?!
I tend to rebel a bit and go away from the registry. I know I may hate people like me after my wedding or (someday) child. But I choose to believe you wanted it, needed it, and just didn't know it yet. In this situation it happens to be socks. Socks that look like sneakers or cowboy boots. I'm back at trumpette.com I love love love their stuff and now I am torn. Do I get the set of socks that look like cowboy boots or the little onsie that says "beyond fragile"? I really would like to crack up the Dingo's boss and he is definitely a country dude.
But I must ask; Those of you who have had kids, do you hate when people stray from the registry or are you excited about things you didn't know about? I'll bring a package of diapers too, I promise.
I tend to rebel a bit and go away from the registry. I know I may hate people like me after my wedding or (someday) child. But I choose to believe you wanted it, needed it, and just didn't know it yet. In this situation it happens to be socks. Socks that look like sneakers or cowboy boots. I'm back at trumpette.com I love love love their stuff and now I am torn. Do I get the set of socks that look like cowboy boots or the little onsie that says "beyond fragile"? I really would like to crack up the Dingo's boss and he is definitely a country dude.
But I must ask; Those of you who have had kids, do you hate when people stray from the registry or are you excited about things you didn't know about? I'll bring a package of diapers too, I promise.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
So....the Job Situation
Well, I am no longer an employee at The Company. The reasons for my departure are going to stay private. However, I will say it's a good thing. While I enjoyed...loved...The Company and the people that work there, the actual work part hadn't been a good fit for me in a while. So the Dingo has given me the financial go-ahead to find something to do where I really enjoy the work. Hopefully that will be a job where the word "tradeshow" is no longer part of my every day vocabulary. But for now, I am watching too much tv and doing housework that has been neglected while both of us were working. I can rely on the Dingo's job to keep me busy with laundry since he has to wear a logo work shirt every day and they usually fill up our laundry hamper pretty quickly (he has a TON and there is no way he would ever run out of clean ones).
So, there is that. I guess we may be spending some more time together here in Doodle town. See ya again soon.
So, there is that. I guess we may be spending some more time together here in Doodle town. See ya again soon.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Oh the Noise!
So the Dingo is playing My Two Dads today. Well, not really, but kinda.
Our good friend came in town today with his three BEAUTIFUL children to take them to Incredible Pizza. He called to invite the Dingo and I to come along. Realizing that I will, some day in my life, be required to attend these child filled crazytowns I declined but the Dingo agreed.
The clan showed up at our house this afternoon to pick up the Dingo. And oh my, Hell broke loose! The kids saw the doggy Arleen and went NUTS. Our house is set up just right so that you can literally run laps through the main part of it. There is a nice track from the den to the kitchen to the dining room to the foyer and back into the den. Repeat. Screeching. While my fat ass dog lumbers along behind them. It was hilarious...until the squeaky toy was discovered. That sound is not as cute as the sound of happy children.
Based on a mid-outing check in, the Dingo took the oldest kid while daddy took the little ones. I think he was probably a God send for daddy. And I think he really had fun.
So the Dingo and clan are back at the house, four hours later. The squeaky toys are hidden. The kids and doggy Arleen are completely worn out. The clan has decided to stay in town for the night so I am now hanging out with T (dad) and the Dingo while entertaining three little ones (two really, little one is asleep). Our massive collection of gaming systems and stuffed animals is proving useful as we sit around and watch the seven year old play the Wii and his little sister roll around the floor with my giant stuffed elephant. Who knew the Dingo Doodle home was kid friendly? I suppose our status as adult children comes in handy now and then. Oh, what the future holds for us.
So, I'm off to entertain little girl as the men are totally in to big boy's Wii game. If this post is totally nonsensical it's because there have been children, daddy and the Dingo constantly distracting me. How do mommy bloggers do this? (Help)
Our good friend came in town today with his three BEAUTIFUL children to take them to Incredible Pizza. He called to invite the Dingo and I to come along. Realizing that I will, some day in my life, be required to attend these child filled crazytowns I declined but the Dingo agreed.
The clan showed up at our house this afternoon to pick up the Dingo. And oh my, Hell broke loose! The kids saw the doggy Arleen and went NUTS. Our house is set up just right so that you can literally run laps through the main part of it. There is a nice track from the den to the kitchen to the dining room to the foyer and back into the den. Repeat. Screeching. While my fat ass dog lumbers along behind them. It was hilarious...until the squeaky toy was discovered. That sound is not as cute as the sound of happy children.
Based on a mid-outing check in, the Dingo took the oldest kid while daddy took the little ones. I think he was probably a God send for daddy. And I think he really had fun.
So the Dingo and clan are back at the house, four hours later. The squeaky toys are hidden. The kids and doggy Arleen are completely worn out. The clan has decided to stay in town for the night so I am now hanging out with T (dad) and the Dingo while entertaining three little ones (two really, little one is asleep). Our massive collection of gaming systems and stuffed animals is proving useful as we sit around and watch the seven year old play the Wii and his little sister roll around the floor with my giant stuffed elephant. Who knew the Dingo Doodle home was kid friendly? I suppose our status as adult children comes in handy now and then. Oh, what the future holds for us.
So, I'm off to entertain little girl as the men are totally in to big boy's Wii game. If this post is totally nonsensical it's because there have been children, daddy and the Dingo constantly distracting me. How do mommy bloggers do this? (Help)
Monday, August 9, 2010
Being Sickly
I've been feeling sickly. It's that time of year. My sinus glads are trying to swallow my head and putting so much pressure on my face that my teeth hurt. Seriously. It took major effort to get to and stay at work today. If I hadn't had two important meetings I'm not sure I would have toughed it out. But that is my life. I have such bad allergies that sometimes I have to suck it up and subject my cube neighbors to the sound of me coughing and sneezing. Sorry folks.
The unfortunate part of this is it has caused me to miss a birthday dinner for one of my best friends. A dinner hosted by her mother who I also consider a good friend that I rarely get to see. Crap. I feel so much regret about it but I just couldn't do it. I spent all day just waiting to get home and not have to sound smart or be sociable. I have to find some way to make it up to her. Suggestions are welcomed.
Anyway, for some reason meatloaf sounded like a perfect "I'm sick" meal. Hearty and classic. And super easy to cook. So that is what is the oven right now. I will say email me if you want a recipe but how much do meatloaf recipes differ really?
I have nothing more. My brain is swimming in icky-ness. Sorry for the lameness. There is another crazy market that I plan on going to so maybe there will be more LAMBS HEAD in the future.
The unfortunate part of this is it has caused me to miss a birthday dinner for one of my best friends. A dinner hosted by her mother who I also consider a good friend that I rarely get to see. Crap. I feel so much regret about it but I just couldn't do it. I spent all day just waiting to get home and not have to sound smart or be sociable. I have to find some way to make it up to her. Suggestions are welcomed.
Anyway, for some reason meatloaf sounded like a perfect "I'm sick" meal. Hearty and classic. And super easy to cook. So that is what is the oven right now. I will say email me if you want a recipe but how much do meatloaf recipes differ really?
I have nothing more. My brain is swimming in icky-ness. Sorry for the lameness. There is another crazy market that I plan on going to so maybe there will be more LAMBS HEAD in the future.
Friday, August 6, 2010
I Have Issues
Among many issues I have (I'm a bit OCD), I am currently focusing on my food issues. I think I have mentioned my eating diet here before. It's my first step in the wedding diet. The goal of the diet is to eat at least three balanced meals a day. Not just a bag of chips and then whatever I cook for dinner.
Now, I must explain,I do not have an eating disorder. In fact, I believe I have less body issues than a lot of people. I want to be fitter and healthier but I don't think I am "fat." I've always been a bit taller than a lot of my good friends and therefore weighed a good bit more. So when I compared my weight to their's it threw me into oh my god I am a giant panic attacks. One day I decided to never know how much I weigh unless I'm at the doctor. I go by my mom's rule; if your underwear starts getting to tight it's time to do something. It works for me and I am comfortable with myself until I'm uncomfortable. As in, thighs rubbing together uncomfortable. That being said, please no one misconstrue my "eating diet." I'm just trying to get healthy.
My problem is that I don't really ever have much of an appetite. Or taste for food. There is rarely any food that I say, yes! that would exactly hit the spot. I like to snack on pickles, smoked almonds and eat ramen noodles more than I would like to admit. This just leaves me without a balanced diet and bloated. That's why I am always bugging the Dingo to decide what is for dinner, I'm not craving anything. So, I grew up a tinsy tiny bit and admitted to myself that being my ideal body shape at our wedding has to first involve me getting healthy. My dad has spent the better part of my life saying "You have to eat something. You'll feel better if you eat something." And he is right, I do feel better when I eat.
I'm doing ok so far but it's going to be a long road. I've been drinking a glass of low sodium V8 and eating a banana in the morning. I am working on lunch since it's my least favorite meal. The Dingo is trying to lose weight so I've been cooking lean meats and laying low on the butter in veggies for dinner. I know that if I eat more often I will feel hungry more often and generally feel better. I can do this.
Tonight I also bought some cracked pepper and olive oil Triscuits because I keep reading about them on Eats for a Merry Life. I think I read her blog to inspire me to eat and eat better. I'm hoping the Triscuits will be a healthy in-between snack. We shall see.
Say yeah, this is a really lame post. No lambs heads or Canadian car parts but it's what's on my mind. All this having been said, I just ordered a turkey sub from Tuckers. I guess today has been a step forward.
Now, I must explain,I do not have an eating disorder. In fact, I believe I have less body issues than a lot of people. I want to be fitter and healthier but I don't think I am "fat." I've always been a bit taller than a lot of my good friends and therefore weighed a good bit more. So when I compared my weight to their's it threw me into oh my god I am a giant panic attacks. One day I decided to never know how much I weigh unless I'm at the doctor. I go by my mom's rule; if your underwear starts getting to tight it's time to do something. It works for me and I am comfortable with myself until I'm uncomfortable. As in, thighs rubbing together uncomfortable. That being said, please no one misconstrue my "eating diet." I'm just trying to get healthy.
My problem is that I don't really ever have much of an appetite. Or taste for food. There is rarely any food that I say, yes! that would exactly hit the spot. I like to snack on pickles, smoked almonds and eat ramen noodles more than I would like to admit. This just leaves me without a balanced diet and bloated. That's why I am always bugging the Dingo to decide what is for dinner, I'm not craving anything. So, I grew up a tinsy tiny bit and admitted to myself that being my ideal body shape at our wedding has to first involve me getting healthy. My dad has spent the better part of my life saying "You have to eat something. You'll feel better if you eat something." And he is right, I do feel better when I eat.
I'm doing ok so far but it's going to be a long road. I've been drinking a glass of low sodium V8 and eating a banana in the morning. I am working on lunch since it's my least favorite meal. The Dingo is trying to lose weight so I've been cooking lean meats and laying low on the butter in veggies for dinner. I know that if I eat more often I will feel hungry more often and generally feel better. I can do this.
Tonight I also bought some cracked pepper and olive oil Triscuits because I keep reading about them on Eats for a Merry Life. I think I read her blog to inspire me to eat and eat better. I'm hoping the Triscuits will be a healthy in-between snack. We shall see.
Say yeah, this is a really lame post. No lambs heads or Canadian car parts but it's what's on my mind. All this having been said, I just ordered a turkey sub from Tuckers. I guess today has been a step forward.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Canadian Car Parts
Well, if you haven't heard the state of affairs in our great city, it's been 100+ degrees in Memphis all week. At one point I looked at my weather channel app today and it said the index was 122! 1.2.2. people. When it gets super hot in the south I always say you can actually hear the heat. The cicada bugs go nuts and it just kind of reminds me of how wet spots in wood hiss as it burns. Burns people.
All this heat lead to making Saturday fun day go crash, boom, pow, RUINED. Sort of. The story has a happy ending but it was not happy at the time. On Friday night I casually mentioned to the Dingo and a friend that it was miserable driving home from work because when I was at a stop the AC didn't blow quite as cold. Now, I'm no novice, I know this is a sign on the car running hot, mine has overheated several times. However, because of the raging heat outside I assumed it was just that my car AC wasn't holding up its end of the deal. Wrong. Hear that crash, boom, pow coming from Saturday? Yeah.
I had big plans for Saturday. I was going to get a pedicure and maybe go to the tanning bed (sorry, no bath water temp pool is not going to help me at this point, I need the fake stuff with AC). Well...I go to pick us up lunch at Sonic before I run my errands. As I sit playing with my phone, waiting for my (non-skate wearing) sonic waiter, I hear DING! I look up and the car is over heating. HOLY CRAP! I fly out of the parking lot hoping the movement will cool the car and drive home, sans food, screaming into my phone to the Dingo that THE CAR IS BLOWING UP!When I get home the Dingo calmly says "Get in my car, we will go try to get our food (that I had already paid for) and go buy you some coolant." Oh Dingo, so cool in the face of exploding cars and OMG do you think they threw out my chili cheese cony?! situations.
So here is the fun part. We went to get coolant and as we stand there paying, another guy comes in and asks the store clerk where to get a car part he needs. The clerk replies "so and so place out on Canada." Ok, quick note if you aren't from here "out on Canada" refers to Canada road in Lakeland, just outside of the city. Well, this guy didn't get the reference. He just stares blankly at the clerk and says "I can only get the part if I go to Canada?" Nobody spoke. Until I busted out laughing. Loudly. I suppose the stress from my car made my control over my emotions fly out the window. The clerk explained the situation and the guy replied "Oh! Ok, I was wondering why I would only get something in Canada." He laughed a little too instead of punching me in the face. But dude, you should not be working on your own car if you think Canada is a leader in the car part industry.
So, anyway, I had plenty of coolant so I had to take off work Monday to get it taken to a shop. Again, the Dingo's lovely friends/coworkers fixed it at cost. And now my car is drivable. Final win.
Now I am sitting basically in the dark. I'm convinced that the slightest amount of electricity will make the house hotter. And I can't wait until Friday more than ever. The forecast says it will be 92. That's like a cold snap this time of year. Bring it on!
All this heat lead to making Saturday fun day go crash, boom, pow, RUINED. Sort of. The story has a happy ending but it was not happy at the time. On Friday night I casually mentioned to the Dingo and a friend that it was miserable driving home from work because when I was at a stop the AC didn't blow quite as cold. Now, I'm no novice, I know this is a sign on the car running hot, mine has overheated several times. However, because of the raging heat outside I assumed it was just that my car AC wasn't holding up its end of the deal. Wrong. Hear that crash, boom, pow coming from Saturday? Yeah.
I had big plans for Saturday. I was going to get a pedicure and maybe go to the tanning bed (sorry, no bath water temp pool is not going to help me at this point, I need the fake stuff with AC). Well...I go to pick us up lunch at Sonic before I run my errands. As I sit playing with my phone, waiting for my (non-skate wearing) sonic waiter, I hear DING! I look up and the car is over heating. HOLY CRAP! I fly out of the parking lot hoping the movement will cool the car and drive home, sans food, screaming into my phone to the Dingo that THE CAR IS BLOWING UP!When I get home the Dingo calmly says "Get in my car, we will go try to get our food (that I had already paid for) and go buy you some coolant." Oh Dingo, so cool in the face of exploding cars and OMG do you think they threw out my chili cheese cony?! situations.
So here is the fun part. We went to get coolant and as we stand there paying, another guy comes in and asks the store clerk where to get a car part he needs. The clerk replies "so and so place out on Canada." Ok, quick note if you aren't from here "out on Canada" refers to Canada road in Lakeland, just outside of the city. Well, this guy didn't get the reference. He just stares blankly at the clerk and says "I can only get the part if I go to Canada?" Nobody spoke. Until I busted out laughing. Loudly. I suppose the stress from my car made my control over my emotions fly out the window. The clerk explained the situation and the guy replied "Oh! Ok, I was wondering why I would only get something in Canada." He laughed a little too instead of punching me in the face. But dude, you should not be working on your own car if you think Canada is a leader in the car part industry.
So, anyway, I had plenty of coolant so I had to take off work Monday to get it taken to a shop. Again, the Dingo's lovely friends/coworkers fixed it at cost. And now my car is drivable. Final win.
Now I am sitting basically in the dark. I'm convinced that the slightest amount of electricity will make the house hotter. And I can't wait until Friday more than ever. The forecast says it will be 92. That's like a cold snap this time of year. Bring it on!
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