tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55519357206974437162024-03-14T03:57:36.757-06:00Cramer CafeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-71480973598374884122010-10-21T23:01:00.002-06:002010-10-21T23:07:20.226-06:00a few slides<embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&noautoplay=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Famber.j.cramer%2Falbumid%2F5520512551504723297%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"></embed><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&noautoplay=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Famber.j.cramer%2Falbumid%2F5520362426318336257%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"></embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-14758050136834166972010-10-21T22:38:00.002-06:002010-10-21T22:47:53.875-06:00forbidden fruit<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhH7R3X-DVfUb_Sq6DVz6C8oEI6tdoWRCBtZ0gs6SFEBnOsDiYuNsRoVFf2UajeQ9Ngo7y_W1Wp94vCNMhkrVzLYl_G4B1dfVIfDzyT1FsjjbmPdmiIF1TJhYQ8GiG17elz5BYiN5Sp0/s1600/_MG_9541.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhH7R3X-DVfUb_Sq6DVz6C8oEI6tdoWRCBtZ0gs6SFEBnOsDiYuNsRoVFf2UajeQ9Ngo7y_W1Wp94vCNMhkrVzLYl_G4B1dfVIfDzyT1FsjjbmPdmiIF1TJhYQ8GiG17elz5BYiN5Sp0/s400/_MG_9541.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">i love this picture for so many reasons...</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">one, the whole world is in her eyes</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">two, we are on our favorite front porch swing</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">and three...</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">we stole that divine plum from our neighbors forbidden fruit tree.</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">i only steal one or two...promise.</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">(the rest i ask for)</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-83603047374103812802010-10-18T21:54:00.000-06:002010-10-18T21:54:41.767-06:00a front view<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjiDM4wo_7w76mfNDTL3i3s2Hi_n3FgNFiS7JQQpfdv6RaXb8WfCNtoki0zB45vF-ffU5DjQ4aFN31AClub_a5xobdKe5_zC9UBIwmI9SsDj3IWEIQ5Uq0ZmknzajCermi7guR5rdx66o/s1600/_MG_9808.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjiDM4wo_7w76mfNDTL3i3s2Hi_n3FgNFiS7JQQpfdv6RaXb8WfCNtoki0zB45vF-ffU5DjQ4aFN31AClub_a5xobdKe5_zC9UBIwmI9SsDj3IWEIQ5Uq0ZmknzajCermi7guR5rdx66o/s400/_MG_9808.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />for you hays...i love you.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-84400565495093844422010-07-02T02:16:00.002-06:002010-07-02T02:19:40.219-06:00baby girl<div align="center"> i love that she's always crossing her legs.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489219910648876642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMlWHJXeaBDzqjFy4dshbxRAXqZ4YCHMsxlW-m-qqnEV67S9MLV1l8F6Vop_17Ke-Ru79nQ3l9WpLrGQZuaae2N0d3QyqSRcsV6GvnMXzNS_KR0ILW9FQhmAteWKWIMDFKUc3vDiMzQjQ/s400/_MG_9238.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">while she eats</div><div align="center">and while she sleeps.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-77989918767697835632010-06-25T00:03:00.002-06:002010-06-25T00:14:19.150-06:00uh oh!<div align="center">yes, <span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"><em>she is 10!</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">happy birthday my little lulu</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMGXfISsaylFIP9yiFB4SNcDWVoE6GYpdcYF33UBkiHG7v2IYpwnwhGve3i9GlFEBwYuqMCrqlttxzzGSkKCDlSG12EmklBHQKmMdOh3DV9WlEY3f6b0mmPB-gyrjDSFE76hUWT-NSXk/s1600/_MG_9101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486588894429709730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMGXfISsaylFIP9yiFB4SNcDWVoE6GYpdcYF33UBkiHG7v2IYpwnwhGve3i9GlFEBwYuqMCrqlttxzzGSkKCDlSG12EmklBHQKmMdOh3DV9WlEY3f6b0mmPB-gyrjDSFE76hUWT-NSXk/s400/_MG_9101.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV_v1MgtaAqhHxlHuQPU24ZEfMIV82aavb13sJZq8RPWoWYh6JQ9VGVYsw0-ObhK0DV5Fa-k3oXT91Q-z5LYsLW8_jh_dgNnKfUkXhQzaVpHKzHSYeEtCZMRRqA2Q0i-80kGZ8dKZcpew/s1600/_MG_9195.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486588759044422498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV_v1MgtaAqhHxlHuQPU24ZEfMIV82aavb13sJZq8RPWoWYh6JQ9VGVYsw0-ObhK0DV5Fa-k3oXT91Q-z5LYsLW8_jh_dgNnKfUkXhQzaVpHKzHSYeEtCZMRRqA2Q0i-80kGZ8dKZcpew/s400/_MG_9195.JPG" border="0" /></a> we made a multilayer stage of mattresses in the studio<br />had makeovers...thanks allie, jen, marta and juby!<br />and then filmed these rockstars singing to their favorite tunes...<br />someday I'll figure out the posting of videos, but until then at least I have footage right.<br /> it's pretty funny stuff...because allie and jen and i are amazing rockstars ourselves.<br />it was actually just what i needed...a crazy girl party.<br />and yes...i know all the words to their songs...go taylor swift and miley!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-64020616395229046122010-06-23T23:34:00.003-06:002010-06-23T23:40:44.908-06:00on the brighter side<div align="center"><br />this was <span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><em>mother's day</em></span> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486209804636037346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vCvYkX_sJP15Tjxg3E9GiVzo1Kuz2w-fWAaUDA54UmXV5hw6HoXq5Tn7MtIlTWp2jSvbg82IMy1kX9OHlv89s7p2Ik7b5fU6miUbdBs9WcKe9bwKkUWwv14FulafgB09XShi7qAvG9M/s400/_MG_8048.JPG" border="0" />it was a long night. <br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><em>but a brilliant morning.</em></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><em> </em></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-3264499568179631112010-06-17T00:23:00.004-06:002010-06-17T00:35:07.886-06:00hollow night<p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;">I am sad.</span> and sometimes scared.<br />being alone is hard. but sharing it is harder.<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483626151424997426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8t2GSV-mtIgCUr3DKt0A1KTVwJaigmpATISolDr9WtKPkbl4y4kTLsw2DAvHdbW065ihboIwYK6ft97-SsbII7muZXorsTp84Uzq_JBJMasEYaWal-anSLIEyJm-D29Ro_0K3sqa0xM/s400/Hold_your_tongue__by_create_illusions.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">people say..."you look so great. doesn't look like you had a baby."</div><div align="center">and I say..."ya, thanks. it's a trade off since I get postpartum depression."</div><div align="center">I don't think anyone knows what I'm talking about.</div><p></p><p align="center">and that's ok...I'd rather you didn't.</p><p align="center"></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-25370153379247216592010-05-11T01:19:00.004-06:002010-05-11T01:45:36.760-06:00laundryyou know when you get a load out of the dryer...a really really big load. and you are determined to get all the clothes at once so you scoop them all up and head into the other room...trailing socks and underwear along the way...<br /><br />well, that's me right now.<br />and i want to thank those of you that are coming along behind me and picking up the pieces...because i'm falling apart...trailing socks and underwear along the way...<br /><br />thank you for helping me with my house. my kids. my dancers.<br />my life.<br />my very very big life right now. it's a bit much for me.<br />but worth it.<br /><br />i keep thinking things will be simpler after the wizard of oz is over.<br />but then i remember...laundry is never over.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-1705441640925470062010-05-09T00:59:00.000-06:002010-05-09T01:00:24.741-06:00Ruby Caroline<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Famber.j.cramer%2Falbumid%2F5456070852775600545%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-680491197212927472010-05-09T00:58:00.002-06:002010-05-09T00:59:36.716-06:00Emily's Baptism<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Famber.j.cramer%2Falbumid%2F5469155552144037313%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-41004350144051116842010-05-09T00:23:00.002-06:002010-05-09T00:56:34.412-06:00our favorite time<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469152655062295330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimpyTB7JxNf-MsaqBl_0PtJIHMstbRON8U27abZLisq-PrvVUx9w5XguU8S95uC-xo2Ki_KPcOB3GRjxM1_QuM9ISL0XzURciR5nwq0umtUTVMRfumzXsDarm2ViixxJ1D4gGt4ur7fOw/s400/IMG_7771.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgal9jBgta19qG4uRbAez0B5FSaSC45DO5FjwGzkXnS8RADODmdxVGIV7vMfqXxoZwSYf7RDdaOL2gt1ktaGiAnEq6h1-kw98IDOTQhbDrWoWW4ESTVZ-wi-a0r16P8UiqDYVvvlVDWIUI/s1600/_MG_7828.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469152670423129090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgal9jBgta19qG4uRbAez0B5FSaSC45DO5FjwGzkXnS8RADODmdxVGIV7vMfqXxoZwSYf7RDdaOL2gt1ktaGiAnEq6h1-kw98IDOTQhbDrWoWW4ESTVZ-wi-a0r16P8UiqDYVvvlVDWIUI/s400/_MG_7828.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfysa1GEcHzZCKkbVTCut0cE4s76Z6M9YAUpMqNMV_DLEedf7EjSxg6X8ydc-gB_MdkqmLLvA74yo8ukFNeKKKBu2iMkSk5cZN1zZP7GYayKRu5zlCw4CeeBWmn5yPrK4uCt0c_2nVzM4/s1600/IMG_7778.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469152660014601026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfysa1GEcHzZCKkbVTCut0cE4s76Z6M9YAUpMqNMV_DLEedf7EjSxg6X8ydc-gB_MdkqmLLvA74yo8ukFNeKKKBu2iMkSk5cZN1zZP7GYayKRu5zlCw4CeeBWmn5yPrK4uCt0c_2nVzM4/s400/IMG_7778.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-54075288114883842062010-04-18T22:55:00.003-06:002010-04-18T23:01:55.842-06:00yesYes. I had a baby.<br />Yes. She is perfect.<br />Yes. I am breathing.<br />Yes. I am engulfed in postpartum chaos.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-29566774447320146392010-03-30T08:43:00.002-06:002010-03-30T08:46:28.601-06:0039 weeksreally? this is new.<br />i wasn't expecting to raise my glass to this week.<br />but here it is....<br />so here's to castor oil...fill your glass...<em><span style="font-size:130%;">Cheers!</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i'm kidding. no oil for me. just trust and courage.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so here's to trust and courage.</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-88462404859130152272010-03-22T18:20:00.003-06:002010-03-22T18:25:10.337-06:00so very soonwell...it's March 22<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span>.<br />and no baby yet.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'm</span> currently dilated to 3cm and mostly effaced.<br />so we'll see.<br /><br />it's time to turn it over to nature and watch the process unfold in it's own time.<br />maybe she's wants a diamond birthstone like her sister.<br /><br />one way or the other...she's coming so very soon.<br />and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i'm</span> starting to treasure these last pregnant days.<br />bodies are so amazing!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-75982945061050629522010-03-16T00:14:00.002-06:002010-03-16T00:34:17.206-06:00readyno...i can't sleep.<br />i would say i've been tossing and turning for the past three hours<br />but it's more like flumping and flopping around.<br />i feel like a hippo.<br />every movement involves leverage and multiple limbs.<br />and little miss ruby doesn't help by rummaging around in there.<br />maybe she feels like a hippo too.<br />a squished up one.<br /><br />i want her to come.<br />if she's ready.<br /><br />and i'm pretty darn sure she's ready. so come already!<br /><br />while i was flumping around in my bed i started thinking about labor.<br />visualizing thru the contractions that i inevitably have every night until 4am.<br />and i was thinking about fear and the unknown.<br /><br />i think that's what our culture breeds...fear. and in all honesty. i'm not scared of labor. it's not some torturous thing...it's only scary if you don't understand the process of it. it is the unknown that scares us. i use to be scared of electricity that way. i was terrified to mess with an outlet. then i wired my entire studio...and it's really quite simple. same thing with plumbing. but looking under the hood of my car always intimidates me. i know nothing about it. until recently, if i thought of jump starting another car by myself...i'm sure i would blow something up and someone would surely lose an arm or leg. so in these random thoughts...i thought of labor and pain, and how if we don't know anything about it, we can be pretty scared.<br /><br />needless to say, i'm not scared to have this baby.<br /><br />it's funny to think back...i remember waking up right after i delivered lynzee and still being terrified of labor. i had spent so many months freaking out over what if's and could happens, that after she came i was still scared.<br /><br />then i passed a kidney stone a week after she was born.<br />then another kidney stone at home a while later.<br />then i had another natural birth.<br />and two more kidney stones.<br />and passed my miscarriage at home.<br />...now...not so scared of natural pain and the process it takes.<br /><br /><br />it's the unnatural pain that actually scares me. i'm terrified of interfering with the process and the complications it can create. i didn't react well to the pain medication during my first kidney stone at the hospital. i don't like feeling doped up and still have the pain. i need to have my head clear to deal with pain. to work with it. to remember that it is temporary.<br /><br />anyways...those are my thoughts nearing 1am...as i wonder when i will get to hold this baby that kicks my ribs and rams her head into my cervix all night.<br /><br />she's got to be ready.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-82015691628260115712010-03-12T20:51:00.004-07:002010-03-12T20:58:05.832-07:00countdown<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">37 weeks...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">i love my new ruby slippers :)</span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447962581173972370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SHXBgfwQeIbxOXZgxJls-_KmeZ3CJjc7Hwg4OUJN2DH_dc-GIegmDGsKy_AONPpQtVxpX5EvG84DP8WY-xEc0huf3mjrq55HuVyhpPH8p2sy9z1kQTzSBIBe4n5FUhP_-ohobLaEK0M/s400/_MG_7392.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">on the way to the talent show...</div><br /><p align="center">the girls did the jitterbug dance they made up themselves</p><div align="center">at some point i'll figure out how to put videos on here...</div><br /><div align="center">until then...here's a photo</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447961945280064114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVQYA9qaOwjsCOHlqjwD1LTU3eDTin1QtLfRQ7eXLYD3ymRZTf1b-VWCZmP1t2i45yP9zJDSJ817-db-f936KHlOnafhes4n1YfFqy5o9rv3tFKBfdaJVLzsfCuRoNcir9YJBI_IgBkk/s400/_MG_7386.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-88626014763656268672010-03-10T12:00:00.003-07:002010-03-10T12:34:25.168-07:00strepBlet's talk about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">strepB</span><br />because it's causing a great turbulence in my mind<br />and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'm</span> losing sleep over it.<br /><br />for the past two days i've been reading online medical journals and opinions.<br />i just need a place to talk it out...so this is mostly for me.<br />but if you are interested...by all means read on.<br /><br /><br />so here's the facts:<br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">strepB</span> is a normal healthy bacteria</span> that grows in your lower intestine. in all of us. it can spread to the vagina...and often does in pregnancy. <span style="color:#cc6600;">1 in 3 pregnant women test positive</span> for this bacteria. that's 30%...that's a lot of us. the trick figure is that just <span style="color:#cc6600;">less than 1% of these positive women pass it to their infants</span>, who can become infected, usually with sepsis (infection of the blood). that's not a high percentage, but yes, it is a <span style="color:#cc6600;">serious infection</span>. so the Center of Disease Control here in the USA has a mandate prevention. It's quite aggressive in my opinion...as every pregnant woman must be tested and <span style="color:#cc6600;">every positive woman must have two doses of antibiotics</span> <span style="color:#cc6600;">two hours apart <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">thru</span> an iv during labor.</span> one of those doses needs to be a few hours before delivery...and it takes at least 30 min per dose. (that means during transition.) this all <span style="color:#cc6600;">started in 1995</span>...so really we don't know how this affects the immune systems of these babies yet.<br /><br />however, interestingly enough, although the infections in the newborns have decreased, the immunity to penicillin and later infection of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">strepB</span> has increased significantly.<br />hum.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;">instinctively...this feels wrong to me.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;">to kill off ALL bacteria, good and bad, before the baby passes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">thru</span> the birth canal...has other implications. i think the bacteria is there for a reason...and i don't think a baby should be flushed with penicillin while in labor...or the mom. and if you can tell within 12-24 hours if the baby has an onset infection...why not treat the baby then?<br /></span><br />or better yet...test all the moms at 35 weeks. if they test <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">positive</span> put them on a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">probiotic</span> and vitamin C and zinc...then test them at 37 weeks...after all, <span style="color:#cc6600;">it is a transient bacteria. it doesn't stay.</span> that's why they test it so close to delivery, so they can guesstimate if you might have the bacteria during labor. and just because you have the bacteria doesn't mean you actually have a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">strepB</span> infection.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">i'm</span> just bugged that i don't have a choice.<br /><br />i think more research needs done before we mandate this throughout our entire nation. it feels like the only choice i have is to not make it to the hospital in time...but i really don't feel like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">delivering</span> in the lobby. I would just like to talk about this. because i don't feel right about it. what if the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">penicillin</span> makes my blood pressure rise...or the babies...and we end up in a c-section? what if it messes with my contractions or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">dilation</span>? what if i have an allergic reaction? i don't want to be hooked up to an iv during transition...it makes a natural delivery quite difficult.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">i'm</span> frustrated.</span> and even though it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">shouldn't</span> be such a big deal.<br />it feels huge to me right now. it caught me off guard.<br />and i don't like being told i have no choice.<br />none of us like to feel stuck.<br /><br />i think my mother tiger <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">instincts</span> are kicking in.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-19708108996956773202010-03-07T21:39:00.002-07:002010-03-07T21:46:26.171-07:00prego picture<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZH4VqELbJNOPdDPysr3jEZuCAnilpJlM1cCCNEyWOQfExreR_ZuxuGLYg08TG19ZtFWIHnVvldD24YT1yuDagez98CfZ0w4Kz9AhCF7ry4Og6i6Kg77EjUDua3O5LHYlUDIoR-mlneY/s1600-h/IMG_6390_2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446118235402212722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZH4VqELbJNOPdDPysr3jEZuCAnilpJlM1cCCNEyWOQfExreR_ZuxuGLYg08TG19ZtFWIHnVvldD24YT1yuDagez98CfZ0w4Kz9AhCF7ry4Og6i6Kg77EjUDua3O5LHYlUDIoR-mlneY/s400/IMG_6390_2.JPG" border="0" /></a> look what brittney sent me! </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">(taken feb 13th in tabiona utah)</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">i'm going to see the midwife tomorrow...</div><div align="center">let's hope for some progress.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"><span style="color:#000000;">cheers</span> </span>to completing 36 weeks...</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;">cheers to full term!</span></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-91994012244215296232010-02-25T20:52:00.004-07:002010-02-27T10:04:28.305-07:00Truth. Faithfulness. Honesty.<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442395515591535170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ-AWNv_EDhbbacC2Nf36Vs76KYLJYvc4Vf_L2WP8jcN7cv9_7H1Lwxkhngpe-znjTqWH8tp9HY24aVmh8eQlKmTyEyKhAEKXy-oiV0zIhI7pEgP997OrAf8GbZumHjkJ5N694KdlNA5c/s400/_MG_7298.JPG" border="0" />for christmas i wanted a hand stamped necklace.</div><br /><div align="center">i wanted it to be small, gold and silver, and symbolic as well as sentimental.</div><br /><div align="center">so i found a creator on etsy and here it is. </div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442395487792467794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4r5EJo7wo1X80Jxur3tGtCB00SnP82aZkt_Ju3o_MRhoMLqdPGuPZ9OOQFScgp8q7ZnNRECOALeuSYoSTkxiX-ooxX0_sOnXhz_c_cXMhyphenhypheni-q3O89eYBUImkaetkW39gcEIiufPUbBSU/s400/_MG_7342.JPG" border="0" /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9LR2-O_eOpYxspQoN_-I-vwLhZSJSuU-6SGQBWl77URECtdrO7TweyiAHbzNa9t_LBAw9Z2pmM9aQGdu5xnkx6J39jkk8phR6igb09vzvfeG1YqTAEIzKlTtMcgS4WQaclH3wFuug67I/s1600-h/_MG_7339.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442395506578640050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9LR2-O_eOpYxspQoN_-I-vwLhZSJSuU-6SGQBWl77URECtdrO7TweyiAHbzNa9t_LBAw9Z2pmM9aQGdu5xnkx6J39jkk8phR6igb09vzvfeG1YqTAEIzKlTtMcgS4WQaclH3wFuug67I/s400/_MG_7339.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />my little dancers love for me to show them the secret hidden behind my heart.</div><p align="center">Reuben is my everything. now more than ever.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-74364881927000106962010-02-25T20:20:00.008-07:002010-02-25T20:52:39.931-07:00show and tell<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">the icy pink oh-my ruffle cupcake dress</span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">i saw it from a distance and ran down the isle...yes it feels as sweet at it looks.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442387857835585794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9v_9Bb9hFtzZaTNLOmdYpVFz3MqFOkjegpnyDYk8Eazx-xTmqblgIAfP8ffFGlV1_pj3xRUya3kl91RvawKh6kbvZIBkln1FZgfbTPLw7TTLh5rdEEkUyldodUlOnzc6zv9ed0XiWYU/s400/_MG_7327.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">couldn't resist the <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>pandas</em></span>..</span>.which have become emi's find.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442387868657543602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ZeoHQc5Dj_7vnNMM3_808R-MnAjpM6RLhHRQLF88pzhw5jnX5wv2mojN2aQe8cemPmmbKPdt-11shzTXHsbcvlVgi8_juExcpTTnxcpURb7OTnHgFAeNRI336iICc3iA_Uce8byW7HM/s400/_MG_7345.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Lynzee has claimed lambs since her birth...<span style="font-size:130%;"><em>she LOVES lambs</em>!</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">so naturally Ruby will have quite a collection from her sister.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWwjdjBHoFd9Pra1vf45vyYi3HyMzGEprOwskgV00IRS3khBrr-CwVVP6Qo6_TstUOOLHCPHggfHrmZZ2BejedYTkBsuTeQOonwLMhaB6990dkq4IhWfat0NSEcmcJnR4hpPJr2oy754/s1600-h/_MG_7352.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442387903332946914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWwjdjBHoFd9Pra1vf45vyYi3HyMzGEprOwskgV00IRS3khBrr-CwVVP6Qo6_TstUOOLHCPHggfHrmZZ2BejedYTkBsuTeQOonwLMhaB6990dkq4IhWfat0NSEcmcJnR4hpPJr2oy754/s400/_MG_7352.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">now here's some newborn essentials...<br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442387877590635026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS0ilD0ozWXszShT4jDU0X6hsH5MXvBTxC52qOYmvRO8bhEVEfb4k0cG6NVaONtmClJOmF0ylGnMxpcq3IEPc1k3zyyqGaL7DsSZwlYW-Ia3lxUhBrPrDasCo3yllha7j7Uev4ZiGRZwI/s400/_MG_7346.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442388680641626978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_cjySpuFrqNi91l3X-8fN2cA3dEo0FXFWS_HLuBkaZg5CFfk0grc_Jpmmz0XTmd4-00JbSmUxB7JuzpqObxnmPKRVr8oo6DzGj9ICcMhiA7_VzxIAIXQrNdHmDbrvkF12qMFohYncaNg/s400/_MG_7356.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">gowns are my favorite</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442388839394087714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKNtWFCIyizLunEDEiz8n1lVMkXkNfqDy9_SxTveogbvRi-jxtCyB3yaoqc_HYBuS2k4rNJKuCCxOAtUx63mIjTazxcULkanCZnpboRTagwRTQqd8SpI_Om5-Yx6ilG1gSTPzgOoCCAI/s400/_MG_7354.JPG" border="0" /><br />that's it for now...actually there are tons more clothes in her drawers from grammy and from "the collection" that went thru my two girls and my sisters two girls...survival of the fittest clothes. (yes it is true that gymboree clothes tend to outlast the others)</p><p align="center">So I'm feeling the need to pack for the hospital...</p><p align="center">as of last monday I am 50% effaced and just a little dialated still. </p><p align="center">so no real rush.</p><p align="center">she's stayin in there for at least a couple weeks for sure.</p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>cheers to 35 weeks!</em></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-10582625077199993292010-02-18T19:59:00.006-07:002010-02-19T20:43:30.499-07:0034 weeks<div align="center">i count down my weeks in dance classes. </div><div align="center">so come <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thursday</span> night as i finish my 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> class of the week...if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i'm</span> not in labor</div><div align="center">then i praise myself for surviving another week. </div><div align="center">so tonight is 34 weeks.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;">cheers!</span></div><div align="center">by the way...the baby has dropped significantly. she's head down.</div><div align="center">i keep reminding her that the timer has not gone off yet.</div><div align="center">at least 4 more weeks my darling...4 more weeks.</div><div align="center">we'll see.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lynz</span> was 14 days early. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">emi</span> was 19 days early.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />this next week starts my 4 week countdown.</div><div align="center">tiff and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tausha</span> are taking over the afternoon classes so i will only have my 5 morning classes to teach...they are the youngest dancers. you would think it would be easier to teach them, but it's not. they are my hardest classes because i cannot just tell them what to do...i must show them. full out. if i hold my belly while i gallop around the room or pretend to jump half way...they imitate me perfectly. we are a bunch of pregnant ballerinas. and there is a lot more hopping and jumping and bending and twisting and holding little girls and picking them up. but it's in the morning when i feel my best...and the girls don't seem to notice any difference in me yet...although i get frustrated that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'm</span> limited in the movement we can do together. i can no longer pick them up in their frozen shapes and twirl them around.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />in 4 weeks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">i'm</span> closing the studio for a 3 week spring break.</div><div align="center">3 weeks to have this darling baby...and heal.</div><div align="center">i know that's not much time, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">i'm</span> assuming the best labor and recovery, but it's all i can do to ensure these girls can have a spring performance.</div><div align="center">after our break, we will have 6 weeks to prepare for The Wizard of Oz.</div><div align="center">i can't tell you enough how grateful i am for tiff and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">tausha</span>.</div><div align="center">neither of them read this blog...but i must tell you how amazing they are</div><div align="center">and how amazing it feels to have them.</div><div align="center">so the girls can continue to dance...</div><div align="center">even when i cannot dance with them.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;">so...cheers!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;">to 34 weeks</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">and counting.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">by the way...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">reuben</span> ordered me a battery charger for my camera. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">from china. yes. china.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">he insisted on ordering from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">ebay</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">assured</span> me it would arrive in 7 days.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">we'll see.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-73024441937611871412010-02-16T11:39:00.002-07:002010-02-16T11:55:53.622-07:00love you<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Happy Valentine's Day!</span></div><div align="center">xoxo <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438912987809368722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpxjFdjEN_xy7IZhdES2twIpvbLRnEEOyrkp2u6MOTfMyMdRpW6qjQ3_oTaQHSIqN6k_Ga4sNx6eHFPuEe7JdSU0_3MYq5tekRgmXBCSOy4WM2WYfmmtNS32oXR-BDvBiyM1rOIuZhbg/s400/___key_to_my_heart_by_matejknez.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">when i told my brother i didn't make one card this year</div><div align="center">he said "that doesn't sound like you"</div><div align="center">and he's right. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">the thing is...i tried. </div><div align="center">but sitting in a hard chair, or bent over on the floor, cutting and pasting tiny things...is not really fun for a pregnant lady who gets contractions easily.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">and yet, Valentine's day happened without my cards.</div><div align="center">without much preparation either</div><div align="center">because <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">love is very abundant</span> in my life.</div><div align="center">i felt loved.</div><div align="center">i loved.</div><div align="center">and i wish you love as well.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">(if you need any love just stop by my studio and i promise you tiny hugs that will warm the numbest heart on the coldest of days)</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-74675521764568337612010-02-10T22:08:00.003-07:002010-02-10T22:39:25.881-07:00RN<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Reu passed</span></strong> his nursing boards!!!</div><div align="center">it's been quite the journey...and <span style="color:#009900;">finally this door is open.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">(and yes it is green for a reason)</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436854954871733378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJFHuwpQTl1RiR5O9uCBOTzBRe64wPSY5K9iGep0X-TaPOf7ATx_0zL1IRXAUIjtyDBDGRs6-tPFZgW3FT4rRjm3ifVPIN9ejZjZdkF494SA7Nyh0ccIK-iF8OM-mSTrHZ-y8Z6rqKio/s400/Open_the_door_2_by_KkostekK.jpg" border="0" />oh happy night!</span></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-37992730489451390992010-02-10T12:09:00.004-07:002010-02-10T12:13:19.415-07:00to doi think i only have one photo of me this pregnancy.<br />shameful i know.<br /><br />so to do today:<br />find the charger for my camera battery...<br />so i can take a picture of my 32 week old belly.<br /><br />and it would be super duper nice to find that gift card<br />to red lobster from my brother.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> craving king crab legs with melted butter and fresh lemon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551935720697443716.post-76313004792514096502010-02-05T08:39:00.003-07:002010-02-05T08:48:57.500-07:00for my girls<div align="center">because every day this is what i try to be about<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">for all the girls that enter my studio<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><em>especially for my daughters.</em></span><br />write your life my darling Lynzee...with beautiful movement<br />Emi, my fire, shine your inner light. and when you feel it has dimmed<br />remember...there is part of me in you. and <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc6600;">we are fierce.</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">and i love you this much.</span></div><div align="center">and my dear Ruby...tumbling in my womb...this is what it is all about.<br /><br /><object height="405" width="660"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8K9s7_k3TM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8K9s7_k3TM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" 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