tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76860573213996413272024-03-13T09:16:43.158-07:00Cartoons And CookiesSometimes friends tell me things... and then sometimes I draw themCarole Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04975192907653762211noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686057321399641327.post-23856225613192431062018-11-05T07:51:00.001-08:002018-11-05T07:51:16.906-08:00Pupbear and Addie / Girl Meets Bear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Girl meets bear. Girl meets boy. Girl loses bear. Boy meets bear and
they all live happily ever after :)
A little story I came up with this past October while doing the drawing a
day challenge. Now I edited the black and white drawing together with
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I haven't posted here in a while I thought I would :)<br />
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But little ones eventually become big ones. and while they learn where and when to put their poops, there is still lessons to be learned regarding the simple act of elimination. As evidenced by her youngest latest self realization overheard from outside the bathroom door<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There's always the push to the next thing. if you're a child its to outgrow your parents, if you're a teen its to drive a car, if you're a grown up its to find a mate and after that to procreate. There's rarely the time that we stop and are truly content where we are... Its like we're born on a slope and we're running down hill that only stops when we topple into the grave (and even that's after wishing as an old person you didn't hurt so much so why don't I just die already?)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are moments sometimes though-- when we find peace in our current place-- those moments are the exception not the rule. They are like smoke that vanishes. But in the moment you find that contentment, celebrate it. Recognize it and remember it-- for contentment is like a muscle, it can grow if its worked.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">hmm... such a solemn thought spurred by my friend's post on fb today</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>"</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Facebook, I've been married for less than 7 months. STOP showing me ads depicting pregnant ladies and pregnancy tests. I'll give you baby photos when I want to give you baby photos, and not a minute sooner!!! For the next few years, satiate yourself with pictures of my cat."</i></span></span></div>
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<br />Carole Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04975192907653762211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686057321399641327.post-17859910381789294092013-07-23T17:04:00.000-07:002013-07-23T17:04:07.221-07:00Frankly I Prefer Fabric Softener<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I like children. God gave them cute as their protection... that being said they have so many things that come out of them that are not so cute. Sometimes catastrophically. Even when they're not sprinkling or erupting or exploding-- theres always other ways their inner urges make themselves known...</div>
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but like I said, God gave them cute as a defense.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">"In my haste to get a load of laundry in after VBS today I some how put a diaper in the wash. Thinking I took care of the mess I proceeded to dry the Now "clean" clothes only to open the dryer up to smell something gross. Apparently that diaper had poop in it and I didn't clean up as well as I thought. Needless to say it was as if that poop tried really hard to get out of that hot spinning dryer. What a mess I tell ya. That's like reason number five for why we need to be done with the "diaper phase"</span>Carole Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04975192907653762211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686057321399641327.post-74595872334094758602013-06-27T15:04:00.002-07:002013-06-27T15:04:28.464-07:00Outta the Mouthes of Babes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was speaking with a friend earlier about a photo we had seen where an engaged couple had their announcement as a scene of them being attacked and overcoming a Zombie. My friend said, "their children are going to think they're wierd</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">" To which I replied "Yes, but one day they will see them as cool" My friend thinking of her children' lamented that she lives for the eventual day her children will come to that revelation. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Because of the desire to maintain coolness status-- or maybe more to prove it, parents progress from latest technological trend to the next. As long as they know their Facebooks from their instagrams from their Vines, then they're good. (and whatever else there may be, I don't have the need to connect any more to the internets more than I already have) And who gets to suffer--er I mean benefit from their self assertion of their relevance? their children.. While a lot of parents are prone to upload and post some of the most unflattering images of their young charges (thus leveling the coolness playing field) Im thankful that my friends practice self restraint. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Even still I was amused when a friend posted this word picture on her Facebook</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">Me: I thought you wanted me to do your hair....can I braid it?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">She: ummm yea, but first.....you gotta give me a candy!</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have a new acquaintance of FB. We became friends because we have a mutual friend who makes me be the cooler person I wish I was in High School. I tell her that if I had known her in High School she would not have talked to me because she would have been the cool kid and I would have been the geek. She assures me that is not true. That if we had met at that time then she would have would not have talked to me because she was incapable of speaking to anyone because she was too shy.</span></div>
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Carole Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04975192907653762211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686057321399641327.post-46016420457207076822013-05-15T22:37:00.002-07:002013-05-15T22:37:42.161-07:00Dancing on The Head of A Heavenly Pin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Unless they are spectacular-we can be inured to people's testimonies. But that belies how little we understand that all sin no matter how great or small is the same. More than that, how amazing the love of God truly is! But one need only l<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">ook to the angels to understand just what happens when both mass murderer and kindly grandmother repent "In the same way, I tell you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents." Luke 15:10 for it is not just that a sinner turned from their wicked ways to serve a loving Savior-- its that a loving Savior opens His arms wide to receive a wicked sinner. God did not have to forgive any of us-- and yet, every time He does, the angels rejoice because He demonstrates His tremendous mercy! Salvation in a sense is not about us-- oh we get the benefits-- but really, its all about God</span></span></div>
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<br />Carole Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04975192907653762211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686057321399641327.post-86345278482349515302013-04-16T15:43:00.000-07:002013-04-16T15:45:10.419-07:00Ode to Winter Snow-- Like a Drunken Unwanted Guest That hangs Around till Spring<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I stepped outside and tested the air. it was a little nippy so I went back in to throw on a sweatshirt. I was wearing shorts and I knew I would warm up soon enough after I started jogging, but I didn't want to suffer the brisk air for the first couple of blocks. I don't know why I bother for two blocks out of three miles, its the same every time. the first block Im comfortable and the second block I consider with each step should I pull off the sweatshirt, but where will I put it? do I wrap it around my waist? do I tie it around my shoulders? what usually happens is I pull it over my head and still wear it on my arms so its kind of like those stocks they used to put criminals in during the Pilgrim days-- only its cloth, and by the end of my jog, my neck is all toasty and sweaty.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #37404e; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">But at least I was comfortable for two blocks.</span></span></span></span><br />
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I was nine years old and she was thirty one, much younger than I am now, and yet-- egad, she was my mom for goodness sakes! She wanted something so outlandish, so awkward- she wanted to dance with me, and not just dance-- </div>
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Shudder. ugh. there's no way no how, not now not ever! but my mom was fun and she was also young-- so she simply said, </div>
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"fine, if you won't bump with me, I'll bump with the wall!" and she did .</div>
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I miss my mom. Why is it after they go away, that's when you realize how amazing they were. Yes, she had flaws, but she always knew how to have a good time. As kids we miss out on the fact that parents are people too. With dreams and likes, and even though they were busy fighting dragons in the world so we never had to, they still sometimes imagine themselves in a Buzzby Birkly Musical when they are alone in the grocery store as they hop on the cart for a moment and push themselves off singing "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"</div>
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take courage my parental friends-- your children may grumble at times and miss out on the best parts of you at others-- but the gift you leave behind as long as you love them will be worth far more than any property. For you will leave them a bit of yourself, and that twinkle in their eye-- will be the memory of you.</div>
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the mom who had been in another room came in and asked the father what was the story and he explained it in that tired voice that fathers get who have actually forgotten "oh yeah, one of my progeny's standing outside screaming at the top of his lungs--"<br />
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"In the front yard?" she replied. "That's embarrassing..."<br />
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I was talking to another friend about her three year old and she said that most times he's such a love, and then there are times-- well she just had to remind herself that his frontal lobe was not developed yet so he lacked the ability to control those emotions.<br />
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So my cousin was right.<br />
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Babies ARE tiny sociopaths.<br />
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Let's eat Grandma<br />
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So when I saw this on FB, I was confused-- why wasn't the father in the picture? <br />
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silly FB, for all those billions of dollars one things that Mr Z would take an English class...Carole Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04975192907653762211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686057321399641327.post-89712709000835194472013-02-21T17:01:00.002-08:002013-02-21T17:01:48.015-08:00The Maine Ingredient<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">From a friend..I could comment on this, but why guild the lilly, the report is delightful enough on its own. To it I simply add my drawing... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">"Heart attack for the day: had a box marked "perishable" on my desk, addressed to one of the guys at work. Nothing out of the ordinary. A few minutes later, the box made a slight creaking noise and then shifted and MOVED.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">I swear, I jumped so far out of my seat I could've touched the ceiling.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">Lesson of the day: Perishable means many things. Don't assume because it's mail that it means "food will go bad." Can also mean "animal inside will DIE." Apparently shipping live lobsters to a corporate office is something people can do. Thanks internet."</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="messageBody" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.38;"><span class="userContent">which caused me to write on Sarah's wall "imagine the endless possibilities for tasteless mascots and children's ailments" to which she responded </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">Tribble the Tumor!!!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">I felt horrible drawing this. but I had to-- because even though a child with cancer it a heart wrenching thing-- the testimony such great faith in the face of such a tremendous trial is an encouraging one to me-- and maybe to someone else.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wish there were no cancer, no pain or heartbreak-- but I am thankful for the example of my friend Sarah who reminds me that there will not always be pain,to look towards the hope that there will be eternal happiness in Him who is the Lover our our soul, and as dark as the trial is here in this plain, in eternity it will be dwarfed by the happiness to be found living with Him</span><br />
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Carole Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04975192907653762211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686057321399641327.post-8563738311659104082013-02-04T16:59:00.001-08:002013-02-04T16:59:12.051-08:00Just a note: Look Sharp, When You're Flat, There'll be No Rest<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">--Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">American physician, writer and poet</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>Carole Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04975192907653762211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686057321399641327.post-19113433716386681372013-01-31T16:44:00.001-08:002015-05-01T05:57:36.650-07:00Potty Humor<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When I was about four or five, I went to North Carolina for the first time to visit my grandmother and Grandfather. They lived in Greenville, where you could sit on the porch swing and watch hot summer storms blow down the street with rain in sheets like it was coming out of pipes in a car washeteria. We could walk to the corner market and buy bubble gum cigarets that blew powdered sugar smoke and eat fresh corn off the cob picked from my grandmother's back yard. But before all that fun experience, was the rest. We had traveled from LA to Chicago (where I saw my enormous Uncle and his equally loving and enormous wife) and then on to Raleigh and lastly an interminable ride to the two bedroom tiny family home that had at one time housed ten children and two adults, and I was beat. Though my grandparent's home was not lacking in love, what it did lack was central air-- or even a wall unit of any kind-- and for a California kid, I was melting. I was tired and only too happy to climb into bed-- but not to happy that it was going to be hot and sticky. The solution-- to claim the space near the wall. After wrestling my little sister away from the coveted place-- where the cool of the wall would provide at least a little comfort, I draped my leg over the bed, between the wall and the mattress and settled down for some welcome sleep.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The door opened, and someone peered it-- I can't remember who. was it my grandma, or grandpa-- but I remember their words as if they were saying them to me right now.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Baby, don't put your feet behind the bed, the rats will eat your toes" </span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">forget the monsters under the bed that may or may not have been real-- what was real was RATS... my kindly old grandparent-- whichever one it was, would NEVER lie about them!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Over the years other things joined me under the bed. Jaws. The Creature of the Black Lagoon, And a Revelle model T Rex with glow in the dark teeth, claws and eyes.. (though i could put the actual model in the closet-- his spirit would haunt my under the bed) And I was ever fearful that hanging any part of my body over the bed would result in it most assuredly being eaten or snatched off without mercy. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In fact, the fear lasted until I went away to college and was only defeated after I became a Christian and one night I turned off the lights, dashed to the bed, drew the covers up to my neck and reminded myself "I know the Creator of the universe, and there is no reason to be afraid." and at that, the rats, shark, creature and Dinosaur vanished in a puff of faith. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have often heard parents make the statement that they are giving their child something about which they can talk to their therapist, when they make some parental executive decision-- as if being a human parent was going to be the child's later adult neurosis... but in thinking about what became my demon from childhood-- an idle phrase of love and protection combined with my overactive imagination was my undoing-- NOT my grandparents.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">so-- yeah, to my friends who are parents-- you may give your child things to discuss with their counselors in later life-- but it may not be because of what you think, so my advice to you (having no kids of my own) lighten up on yourselves, and don't second guess so much. Just make all of your choices in love like my grand parents did-- and let God sort out and heal the missteps. if your family life is characterized by care and warmth, even though there be rats under the bed, they will remember you when you're long gone with joy and a smile. (the way my grandparents are forever cemented in my mind)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;">Besides, who knows-- your child may not go to a therapist after all... they may start a blog.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My friend Julie posted on her wall about her child "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I don't want to get on the potty train!!!!!!!!"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> and I thought it was hilarious. When I mentioned it to her she said that she had told her daughter that they were going to start potty training and that were her child's response... Who knows how long it will take THAT to get undone-- but then again, it always comes back to the potty now doesn't it?</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I'm ashamed to admit-- I'm proud of my skin.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">okay, maybe not so ashamed.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It doesn't help that some of those closest to me encourage my lack of facial humility... </span><br />
I had a friend say to a mutual acquaintance was hawking Airbonne, "I want whatever you're sellin' that will make my skin look like Carole's.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Eventually what started as a joke response to their observation of my face "You look so young..."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"Black don't crack.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Became the light hearted banner I whip out like a giant foam finger on an exuberant Redsock's fan's hand.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Poink, poink poink, don't I look young?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>"Black don't Crack," is not mine, Oprah Winfrey is reputed to have first used it, but it doesn't stop me from embracing it with all my might,<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> the statement usually elicits a shocked and stifled giggle from my Caucasian friends, and a knowing head nod from my African American ones (and my Asian friends as well-- they too are ageless, but they have no rhyme to support it) </span><br />
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it is both an colloquial explanation for my youthful look, as joking way to say I was proud-- without saying "Hey, I'n proud!"<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">One day it was going to be my downfall... this pride in something over which I have no control. I mean, I didn't choose my parents? They didn't choose their genes. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">That day was today...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The book of proverbs says "Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall" and eventually my fall did come. Was it a winkle? No, something much much worse...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It was the <i>presumption of a wrinkle</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Tonight someone sent me a message which said</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Hi Carole, I just started using and now selling this product called_________. If you curious or interested on knowing more about the product or want to buy?:) </span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>P.S. I have posted pictures of real testimonies on my Facebook wall"</i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">and proceded to go on about my business--</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">but first I decided to stop by her page to refresh my memory as to what this product might be.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Gasp!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Pictures of insanely old and wrinkly people!!!!!! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Oh dear heavens! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Sirens</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Alarms!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">The sound of insane appall (if there is such a thing.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">So i added to my message</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">"besides, hello-- have you seen my face lately? three words. Black. don't. crack. Im just saying"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">she was confused at first but then replied momentarily</span></i></span><br />
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I had to think about it-- even though i made a joke about it, there really was no reason to be proud-- what do I have that God has not given me? my talent, my intelligence-- my skin? its all on loan and all subject to the passage of time. I will become addled one day, and my hands won't draw, nor my voice do more than croak -- though that is not this day. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I have to face the fact that one day, this face, like everything else on me, will fall. I hope on that day I will be gracious enough to not be offended if someone offers me a glass full of refreshing ice cubes because they want to help. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">but I always longed for something more-- I longed to be in with them... The IN crowd.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You know those people. the handsome and they know it, smart and they relish in it, clever and they flaunt it, dashing always on it, life of the party people. The ones who gathered crowds like candles gathered moths. And they could care less, because when one moth got too close and was singed, there was always another moth only too happy to take the empty space. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I looked at them with my zebra dirt streaked socks and my uncombed hair, with the slight but detectable aroma of desperation that hung on my wrinkly clothes, not even having the courage to drift into the periphery of the moths. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">so off I would shuffle to my one but dutiful friend to eat a Godfather taco pizza...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But today I had a revelation. Somewhere my vision had changed... Well, actually it was something else that changed--</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">it was my in crowd. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I realized that fact when I saw I was delighted that I had become friends of of one of my delightfully creative and imaginative but quirky friends (who's gorgeous but doesn't know it.) I wrote to the new friend</span><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">now I am finally in with the in crowd"</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"></span>to which he replied</span><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We are the most in that you will get! More than innie belly buttons!</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"></span>which led me to say</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">hopefully not covered with lint though..."</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"></span>and he said</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"No guarantee"</span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It made me smile... Had I just inferred that someone was covered with lint like an old bellie button? Further more-- had they actually humored me?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Holy sugar cubes to my imaginary horse batman-- had my new friend not run away scratching his head at my random quirk comment, but joined in like it was </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">normal?</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That's the thing-- it WAS normal...</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">normal for us</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">it also made me write the most random poem which in turn made me think.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When had I gone from longing to be with the hip cool kids to being with the even hipper because their weirder cool kids? When had I become content to love the </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">one</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> kid who would defend me instead of running after the one who would ignore me?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have spent most of my life wishing I had something that was right under my nose. But before I could see it, I had to first decide I was worth it. Groucho Marks is reported to have said, "I would never belong to a club that would have me as a member" which is funny if said by a comedian, but tragic if lived by a person. When I made the conscious choice to walk away from the IN crowd and be okay with the crowd I was in, I saw two things-- one, my freaky peeps, were actually amazing and colorful and fun and delightful-- and further more-- </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">so was I.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They would eat my cookies, and share my burdens, and none of them would laugh at me when I told them I wanted to be a clown... well, no, actually they did-- in fact one of them told me i would have to leave his office-- but I didn't listen to him because he thinks he's a <a href="http://cartoonsandcookies.blogspot.com/2013/01/hes-not-heavy-hes-my-ninja.html" target="_blank">ninja</a>, and hah, since he's scared of clowns its like rock paper scissors and no matter what he does, Im always fire!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So the lesson here? I don't know if there's a lesson. but for me an observation. Im happy my friends are who they are and do what they do. There's no silence among us only laughter, and above all, there is no singed wings among us-- only love.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So forgive my random poem drawing-- its for all of us in our respective IN crowds... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>Carole Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04975192907653762211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686057321399641327.post-43538168737473781112013-01-17T15:28:00.000-08:002013-01-17T19:21:13.665-08:00おもちゃの自動販売機 I have an extremely talented friend named Paul who also happens to be very good looking. As is the case with many good looking people, he has found something to obsess on about his looks in order to deny the truth that he is indeed a good looking man. Years ago he confessed to me in a moment of vulnerability that he had thought his head was getting larger. look, said he, pointing to his early twenties photograph on his drivers license while comparing it to his early thirties work id photo. "My head is getting wider. I had at that moment the two choices to make: the sympathetic conciliatory "oh no, Paul, you're head's not getting wider, that's just a trick of the lens" or the other which would be to take that moment of vulnerability and make him pay through his ever widening nose for it (after all, the nose does have to widen to keep up with his broadening face...<br />
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He informed me today that while cleaning out his office he found a stack of drawings about four inches thick of various Paul head drawings from over the years (I disagree, it can't be that many, when would I have gotten my work done?-- two inches maybe, but not four) At any rate, to that pile I add yet another.<br />
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Paul for his job is going to Japan for research. For some reason a group of us started talking about the fact that the Japanese sell various things in vending machines (underwear) Things that you couldn't imagine . Of course I mentioned Paul heads.<br />
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now before you feel badly for poor Paul and his enormous head (not quite as bit as a mardi gras walk around--yet) Let me add that for the same amount of time Paul has drawn me in various cartoons depicting me in hapless situations. <br />
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this is what cartoonists do when they love and respect each other.<br />
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So for my lovely talented friend Paul.<br />
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Have a nice trip to Japan<br />
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Joe is the big brother I didn't know I needed. He also claims he's a ninja. That not withstanding, words fail me at how thankful to God I am for him... So thankful in fact that I actually drew a MULTI panel cartoon in honor of his birthday... </div>
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Thank you Joe for all the great advice and pointing me to God that you have done over the last year. So many of the adventures I've had of late have been as a result of your advice to pray to our big God, "God I'm yours-- use me where you will"</div>
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<br />Carole Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04975192907653762211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686057321399641327.post-88553455469261935452013-01-15T09:24:00.000-08:002013-01-15T10:01:13.449-08:00Whats a Gazelle Gotta do to Get Eaten Around Here?I was recently invited to a party where a married someone said to me, "I heard there was going to be one single person here and I had hoped it was you!"<br />
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Yay?<br />
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Welcome to 2013!<br />
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So anyway, I was walking with a group of colleagues on break today and as it happens I was speaking with one of the men in the crowd. An older fellow who was telling me about his weekend which involved a great deal of toing and froing for his elderly mother. "How awesome!" I said, "that you're doing that. a lot of guys I know wouldn't be so attentive to their moms its usually left to the daughters.:"<br />
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"Well Im an only child so I'm it." he replied with a less than enthusiastic tired smile.<br />
We fell on silence for a moment as I tired to find something else to say. It was still a good thing he was doing, but well, it seemed cloying to point that out. after a few steps he added<br />
"I heard that women like guys who take care of their moms."<br />
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well that answered that question I had wondered off and on over the years-- he was interested in women--<br />
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"Why yes they do!"<br />
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"...but I haven't met one of those women yet..."<br />
"You know you have the power over that-- you have to ask them!"<br />
"Oh but its scarrrry out there."<br />
which led to a brief conversation about him being the hunter gatherer and that he needed to hunt and gather. That the deers can't serve themselves up for him<br />
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adding --<br />
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"get out there! A gazelle who prances into a pride and says eat me eat me! the lions all look at and turn up their noses, saying there's something wrong with <i>that</i> one I don't want it-- and says to the gazelle lets just be friends"<br />
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He laughed nervously at that and didn't continue.<br />
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poor little lion. all he wanted was a walk and Im sure he was thrilled that in just a hundred yards it would be done.<br />
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<br />Carole Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04975192907653762211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686057321399641327.post-81738526977879544242013-01-10T20:59:00.004-08:002013-01-10T20:59:59.079-08:00Cartoons and Pancakes<!--StartFragment-->
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celebrate so many firsts: First steps, first days at school, first dates, first drinks, first jobs... There seem to
be an endless progression of seemingly mostly universal things (depending on the culture)-- but so many common
every day firsts go unnoticed. I guess thats why when a young lady I just
met rejoiced:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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successfully flipped a pancake!”</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I smiled. While I
have never successfully flipped a pancake (nor even tried for that matter)—I couldn’t
help but think that for that young lady, her world had broadened a little in
some way today and she would not look at her life quite the same again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As much as we would like to think to the contrary, It’s the little
things that make us, us as much as the big things. You can only learn to ride
your bike without training wheels once, or get your first kiss one time (who has ever heard of a second first kiss?)—but <b>everyone</b>
does those things—<i>not everyone will learn to flip a pancake</i>. We should celebrate our unique firsts
in our lives even if its just us—because it IS us. Any time we make a conscious choice to dare a little in
something makes us as brave as those who’ve dared a lot in a grand thing. And I think… if we are faithful to dare often enough in the little things, eventually we will find the courage to dare in
something greater. So until then,
my young friends—and even my old ones, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Carole Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04975192907653762211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686057321399641327.post-74810076654052439922013-01-05T12:36:00.000-08:002013-01-05T12:36:13.231-08:00James Cook and the Puffer FishJames Cook: adventurer, explorer, convincer of Englanders that Australia was a great place to put convicts was almost done in by eating a puffer fish.<br />
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That being said--<br />
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I am a reasonably adventurous eater... once-- well there was that time in France that I ate cous cous on three separate occasions to prove that yes indeed it made me sick each time. But all that to say, I am not afraid to eat anything set in front of me. Rarely do I have any regrets (France notwithstanding) and often I find that I have now discovered a new food to eat and enjoy.<br />
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Well, last night I found I had a huge yen for some Korean food, unfortunately the place where first I discovered it had long been closed and was now replaced with a brightly colored Mexican restaurant that looked like they would put a skeevy sombrero on your head if it was your birthday. The only other place I could think to find it was in my father's neighborhood of Korea Town, but that was far to far to travel after work. I wanted to eat sooner than later. <br />
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I decided to be adventurous. The local Korean market had a small restaurant in it, and I had often wondered how it would taste. Not one for Grocery store restaurant food, I thought, hey you only live once, why not be adventurous.<br />
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"Its spicy" said the the humorless hostess. <br />
I smiled broadly, thinking "Im African America, Tobasco is a food group in my home" <br />
"Bring it on!" said I.<br />
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I really don't know what it was that did it.<br />
was it the spice?<br />
Was it the fact that they were a B?<br />
or was it that I ate Pomegranates with it...<br />
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all I know is<br />
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I'm fairly certain I wont need to perform my French science lesson again to know I don't need to return...<br />
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Well, they say any meal you can live to walk away from and write a poem is a good meal...<br />
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They don't? well they should.<br />
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