tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214472662024-03-07T16:04:58.039-07:00Cheaper Than TherapyThe road to truth is long, and lined the entire way with annoying bastards.
—Alexander JablokovAttila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.comBlogger648125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-27968197187494727632015-02-03T20:43:00.000-07:002015-02-03T20:43:11.210-07:00All the Smut That's Fit to Print...<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then some!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I haven't been around for awhile because I've been working on some new projects. I don't know if I've talked about it before, but in my real life I've been an editor for almost 20 years. I've been fortunate enough to have built a client base that allowed me to pick and choose my own assignments so that I could work at home and raise my boys.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now that they're grown, I decided to take on some writing projects of my own. A couple of my clients have been very successful in a...ahem...certain genre. One of them asked me to ghost write a few scenes when she was having medical problems and was under deadline. I said, sure, why not? The check she sent me made me do a double take, and she said I should think about writing more under my own banner. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Because I'm a dirty, funny girl. Did I mention dirty? LOL</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So for the last few months I teamed up with an old high school friend and wrote a series of books (under a pen name, of course). The first one just came out this month.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I hope you'll wish me luck and come <a href="http://www.dorotheadevine.com/" target="_blank">visit the website.</a></span></b><br />
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<br />Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-72180585285337553142014-12-14T08:53:00.000-07:002014-12-14T08:53:11.107-07:00It's Cold Outside!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-72361876667457168022014-11-23T03:36:00.001-07:002014-11-23T03:36:44.065-07:00Arseholes in Real Life<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Sorry I've been away. I had a freaking 4mm kidney stone, and then you know how life gets busy when you're not looking!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>My son Little Guy and I went up to the big city to help the folks move some furniture (if they tried it themselves, they would have been laying in a pile of broken hips), and I went up north to check on some work I had done on a duplex I own up there. Early in the fall a critter had gotten up in the attic and chewed some electrical wires and insulation.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> The elderly couple who live on that side have been there for about 5 years and are wonderful tenants. For some reason I thought they'd been married for a gazillion years, but they were celebrating their 8th anniversary. Little Guy and I were at loose ends that night and didn't have any dinner plans, so I invited them out to dinner. They are the neatest people, and I wanted to show them my appreciation because they are always so very nice to Little Guy and interested in what he is doing (for those who don't remember, he is my son who has autism).</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> Mrs. (I'm going to call them Smith) Smith's son from a previous marriage was there, and it seemed kind of churlish not to invite him along. He's about my age. All this time I thought he was "their" son, but I guess not.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> Anyway, at the restaurant, Mrs. Smith's son was the biggest arsehole I think I've ever had the displeasure of dining with. He'd effing hold his hand up and SNAP his fingers at a passing waitress, and even once at the manager, who came by the table to see if we were happy, when he wanted something and bark orders at them. Ok, so I took them to the Red Lobster, which is Little Guy's favorite place, but if you've ever been there, you know how busy they can get during peak hours. Our waitress was very attentive, the service was great, the food was well, you know, Red Lobster.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> At one point, somebody bumped our waitress who was taking away plates and she bumped arsehole's water glass, which tipped over. There wasn't anything but ice in it, and she apologize profusely. Arsehole laughed and said, "No problem, I'll just take it out of your tip." grrrr. I wanted to kick him in the nads under the table.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> Mrs. Smith was completely oblivious to her darling's rudeness. Mr. Smith was terribly embarrassed, and we shared eyerolls over the table. I left the waitress an extra large tip and wrote "sorry about the asshole" on the bill at the end.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> When we left, I waited until they got in their car safely and went back in to use the bathroom, because it was a long drive to our hotel. When I came out I saw that Mr. Smith had come back in and was talking to the waitress. Since I was the host of the dinner I went to see if everything was ok. That sweetie was giving her an extra 20 dollars and apologizing for his stepson's behavior! As we walked out together he confided that after I had left the duplex that afternoon, stepson had called his girlfriend and invited her and her kids to dinner on my dime. Mr. Smith told him that he couldn't expect me to foot the bill, so the "kid" had nixed it. The poor old guy was so embarrassed.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> What a class act. Mr. Smith, I mean. But seriously, who in the hell SNAPS their fingers at a waitperson? Seriously? Do any of you know any arseholes like that?</b></span>Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-33015439985540974512014-09-14T14:20:00.001-06:002014-09-14T14:22:02.699-06:00Coming Home<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Back from my visit to Virginia. Sadly the younger brother and sister "forgot" I was coming and were out of town. Oh well. I had a fantastic time with the older brother. We talked for hours and got on like a house on fire. I saw so much of my sons in him. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> My birth mother flew down and we spent three days together, just mother and daughter. We drove all over the area chasing family history, got lost a dozen times and laughed 10 times that much. She gave me my cheekbones, my butt, my boobs, my teeth and my toes. My birth father's family gave me the height, the shoulders, the coloring and the eyes. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> "Virginia's in your blood, Honey. You came home to us!" It brought tears to my eyes.
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Thanks all for your kind wishes. It was quite a journey. LOL</b></span>Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-61157014576348897292014-08-14T11:13:00.000-06:002014-08-14T11:13:32.401-06:00Nerves<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Back in October, I wrote about finding out that I have three biological siblings that I never knew I had. The back story is in this post <a href="http://lilwalnutbrain.blogspot.com/2013/10/peanut-butter-and-jelly.html">Peanut Butter and Jelly</a>. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I was adopted as an infant, and my bio father later went on to marry and have 3 kids, all of whom are quite a bit younger than I am. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Well in 3 weeks I'm travelling to Virginia to meet them for the first time. My birthmother is flying down to meet me a few days in advance and we're going to spend some time just "mother and daughter". I'm going to get to meet cousins on her side of the family that live in the area too.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I'm so excited, and nervous at the same time. I've been spending months trying to get ready emotionally for this journey, but the closer I get, the more butterflies I have.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When is it appropriate to throw up?</span></b>Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-45190155413610494532014-07-21T03:45:00.001-06:002014-07-21T03:45:38.156-06:00More Fun with Puppehs<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So the puppies were getting into the potted plants on the deck. I put them up on
other pots temporarily to give them a chance to recover before Hubby could get
them into a higher and better spot (they were full of dirt and too heavy for me <span class="text_exposed_show">to lift).
Then for some reason the tops of the flowers were disappearing. What the hell?
We have a 5-foot fence around our back yard and these plants are on our deck
which comes off the second story of the house. Was some critter getting in and
out that we didn't know of? Was a bird attacking the flowers? Bugs?<br /><br />A
friend came over and we were sitting on the deck enjoying the afternoon. Out of
the corner of my eye I saw Winston Churchill's little head bobbing up and down
past her shoulder.<br /><br />Case solved. Little stinker.</span></b></span></div>
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Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-72358468257001701112014-07-09T05:12:00.002-06:002014-07-09T05:12:25.671-06:00Trying New Things<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>This summer I've decided that I'm going to try new things that I've never
managed to do because I was busy being a mom. After all the exhaustive crap
we've had to deal with regarding Big Kid, Hubby and I came to the conclusion
that we shouldn't wait to do some of the things we wanted to do when we get an
empty nest, because our nest is never going to be empty.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>My doctor and Big Kid's doctor both told me that I have to "let him go".
Not "cut him out of my life" letting him go, but "get on with living my life
because he is 27 and I can't make him follow his treatment plan". As my doctor
pointed out, I've been blessed with a lot of miracles in the last years---I
survived heart failure without any heart damage, Big Kid survived the swine flu,
and I don't seem to have any permanent nerve damage in my legs from my
undiagnosed diabetes. How many more miracles can I expect to get? Instead of
stressing out and killing myself over worry, I need to live and enjoy life as
best I can.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Sooooo....I have a list of things I'm going to do this summer that I always
wanted to do. First I had some surgery I wanted to get done. Now I have an ass
that is tighter than it was when I was 14. LOL</b></span></div>
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tattoo (yes, really!) to kind of cover it up. So I'm getting a henna tat that
is non-permanent to see how it makes me feel. And to see if Hubby likes it,
since he is the only person who regularly sees my nekkid butt.</b></span></div>
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says I'm the best kisser in the county!", but I really really do like the Indian
(not tribal or Native American but the India Indian) designs. Something like
this, but not so big.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The next thing I'm getting is a spray tan. As a natural and freckly
redhead I have never ever been able to tan. Hopefully a spray tan won't make me
look like an oompa loompa. If it does, well live and learn. LOL It's
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Last Saturday I got a wax for the first time. A Brazilian wax. I took some
percocet left over from my surgery and Hubby drove me because I was higher than
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Didn't help. If you heard screams in the distance that day, it was
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I swear I was abused in places that no one but Hubby (and my gyno) has
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>How in the hell do women survive THAT on a regular basis? </b></span></div>
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<br />Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-2851047666220277472014-06-15T08:10:00.001-06:002014-06-15T08:10:01.897-06:00Happy Father's Day<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Just wanted to wish all you guys out there a happy happy day.</b></span>Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-26647079141226801402014-06-03T08:50:00.001-06:002014-06-03T08:50:38.556-06:00Puppehs<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Every picture I've taken lately of Winston Churchill is either a blur or he looks like he has a stick up his butt. So here is the most recent picture of Lucky (officially named "Inigo Montoya" in his papers now because he's a little fighter). All big tough 4 pounds of him.</b></span><br />
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Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-86680603861655705092014-05-28T05:28:00.001-06:002014-05-28T05:28:47.684-06:00Ow<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So I had some surgery on my hip about 10 days ago. Everything went well and I'm off the heavy-duty drugs. Can't drive yet, but hopefully in the next few days. Haven't been posting because I haven't been able to negotiate the stairs down to my office. :-)</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The doctors sewed in 4 drains down there that I have to pin to the inside of my jammy pants. I think it's the closest I can imagine to having testicles.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>How in the HELL do you guys manage to walk around with all that junk flopping around down there?</b></span>Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-30747698363511613552014-04-27T08:25:00.001-06:002014-04-27T08:25:27.384-06:00Puppies<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Well, I haven't written a lot because I've been so busy and so sad. 4 of the 6 puppies died after 2 weeks. They just weren't developed enough and got heart murmurs one right after another. :-(</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Remember little Baby Lucky, the one who wasn't responsive and needed doggie CPR? I carried him around in my shirt for hours and fed him from an eyedropper because he was too weak to suck. It is absolutely amazing that he is one that survived after the others seemed so healthy. Here is a picture of him taking his first breath:</b></span><br />
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This Friday Kitchen Nightmares with Gordon Ramsey is showing the episode they filmed in our small burg. It's on Fox.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> The funny thing is that the Aspiring Adult has worked there every summer since he came to live with us.
We talked him out of being a part of it because of his impulse-control issues. As much as we like Gordon Ramsey, we knew our kid would come out looking like a real tool. It might make good TV, but it would be out there for the world to see forever.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Thankfully, he listened to us and declined to participate. But Julie, the owner, asked him to come work the premier party on Friday. </span></b><br />
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If you get a chance, watch!</span></b>Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-44404329886961526262014-03-25T02:28:00.000-06:002014-03-25T02:28:05.113-06:00I'm a Grandma!<div>
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ended up happening. Maddie was so freaked out with the first one that she just
pushed him (using "him" loosely, it's impossible to tell what sex they are) out
and ignored him. So I got a crash course on helping babies and placentas (yech)
out of mom, stripping off the amniotic sac, cleaning, tying and cutting
umbilical cords and sucking out crap from puppy mouths with a syringe. LOL I
ended up delivering all 6, yes 6 puppies. We had to put them on a heating pad
under a towel while she delivered the other ones because she kept rolling on top
of them. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The last one almost didn't make it. He wasn't breathing when he came out
and I ended up giving him doggie CPR a bunch of times. He was too little and
weak to be put in with the other puppies, so I carried him around in my shirt
next to my heart (or my boob, take your pick) for a couple of hours and we've
been feeding him with a syringe and formula. He's now perky and wrestling with
the other pups to get the prime spot next to Mom. She's calmed down and is
taking care of them now that the messy part is over. :-)</b></span></div>
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is special and is probably the one I'll keep. He has a little horseshoe on his
nose. If he survives I might just name him Lucky. Cliche I know, but he is
lucky to be alive. There's a pic of him below. Little guy fits in the palm of
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>No puppies yet. Poor little Maddie is as big as a house and
uncomfortable. Max has turned out to be a wonderful companion for her. He
snuggles with her and seems to have instinctively figured out that something is
different so he tries to engage her in play gently and not boisterously as
usual. So far Mama and babies are healthy.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I've been trying to figure out what to do with Big Kid for months now.
It's so hard to put into words, and I'm so tired. When I think that this is
what the rest of our lives is going to be like I get so horribly depressed. I
think the winter weather and gray skies haven't been helping either!</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>After more than a year of not being able to get him a psychiatrist (there
wasn't one within 100 miles that would take Medicaid, which he has now that he
gets Social Security), his therapist was able to hook him up with a great one.
This doctor wasn't taking any new Medicaid patients, but agreed to take him on
as a favor to the therapist.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The first thing he did was start rearranging Big Kid's meds to see if they
could find a better cocktail with fewer medications (Big Kid was on like 7
different ones), which was a great place to start. Some of the meds Big Kid has
been taking aren't really good to take for the long term. Things seemed to be
working well.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Here is the problem. And it's a biggie.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>1) He pawns all his stuff so he can have money to buy useless crap, and
even though we've warned him countless times that we're not going to bail him
out again, he continues to do it. And then he's lost a bunch of valuable
electronics because he can't buy them out and we refuse to. Or</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>2) He doesn't want to wait until the first of the month when he has money
to get his stuff out of pawn and hounds the crap out of everybody to front him
the money until then. Of course, this is all our fault because we won't support
him in the manner to which he'd like to become accustomed. Personal
responsibility? He can't be responsible because "I'm disabled".
Hubby previously went to countless pawn shops to ask them not to take Big Kid's
stuff because of his brain injury, but they know an easy mark when they see it.
And of course, since he can't drive, who do you think takes him there?
Kitty.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>3) He starts fights with Kitty (or she starts with him) and the two of
them will call me relentlessly expecting me to "Dr.Phil" them. I just stop
answering the phone, so I get countless shouting messages on the machine for
being so selfish not to interrupt my day to solve their stupid problems.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>4. He calls constantly---sometimes up to 9-10 times a day, either for
something trivial, like is a can of food still good a week after it's expiration
date (probably, why don't you open it and smell it?), or to lament how crappy
his life is, or to confess that he's been drinking and not taking his meds, and
he promises to do better, can I give him a hundred dollars?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I know it sounds as if I've abandoned him sort of. I haven't. He spends
2-3 nights a week here, sometimes with Kitty, sometimes without. She needs a
break too. I can't do any more, because the two of them just wear me out. This
is all that's happening when they're NOT here. gah.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The last episode ended with Kitty dropping him off at a local mental
hospital on the advice of his doctor at 9pm in a snowstorm. Instead of going
inside with him to make sure that they'd admit him, she drove off with her phone
turned off. They wouldn't take him, so he ended up calling us when they turfed
him out. Hubby had to drive down from the mountains at 11pm in blizzard
conditions to rescue him. For the next three days I ran around getting him
emergency appointments, taking him to specialists, having tests done (MRI, EEG)
because he was positive he was having seizures or something and his doc wasn't
going to risk telling him he was full of shit. After he shook everybody's life
up for days he finally admitted to me that he had been drinking again. And
Kitty knew it, but didn't give anyone a clue. She's between a rock and a hard
place, I understand that. But neither of them is considerate of the time or
energy of others.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I love my boy. I do. I do. I just don't know what to do to help him.
He's 27 years old now, and he needs to learn how to live his own life. We've
done everything we know how to get him to find a vocation, a passion, an
interest to keep him busy and fulfilled. We've supported him financially and
emotionally in every way we know how. </b></span></div>
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his intellect so it's hard to tell which behavior stems from that, or is just
manipulation. He is capable and responsible for following his treatment plan.
He chooses to go off his meds and to drink, and it makes me so angry that he
does this every 3-4 months.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Sorry I've been away for so long---Big Kid has been having enormous issues with his mental health and brain injury and I've been exhausted. Every time I sit down to write something my mind goes blank. Don't you hate when that happens?</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Well it looks like I'm going to be a grandma. That's news! It was confirmed yesterday by ultrasound.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Mad Max and Maddie managed to hook-up about six weeks ago and we're due for a litter in a few weeks. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Yes, I know how that happens. LOL That's the main reason we got Max to begin with. I wanted another Toy Aussie or two (we've always had 4 dogs) but the breeder we'd been using lives far away and increased her prices astronomically after we got Max and I really can't justify spending $2000.00 on a dog.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Well, because I don't want to. 5 of the last 9 dogs Hubby and I have had in the last 20 years together have been shelter dogs. All but one were fantastic and very loved (the one that wasn't fantastic was loved but a total pain in the ass). I wanted a very specific breed, and fortunately they are popular so that there just aren't many breed rescues available.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>We have a list of people who would love one of the puppies and were willing to wait to see if Max and Maddie made a go of it, so we've got that covered. When this is over I'm going to get them both fixed and that will be the end of it. No career as a backyard breeder for me! LOL</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Poor Max. He just discovered the joys of sex and now it will be all over for him.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I'll keep you posted on our new adventure. Wish us luck!</b></span>Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-21699530184061843132014-01-14T19:40:00.000-07:002014-01-14T05:40:26.692-07:00Out With the Old<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hope you guys had a wonderful holiday season. We've just been so busy that I haven't had much time to be online.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Especially since the Big Kid just turned 27.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">How in the world could he be 27 when I'm only 35?? (wink wink)</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So in keeping with the "out with the old" theme, I decided to replace my old profile picture with a newer, Milfyer one. LOL</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>but in the winter, 62 degrees in your house is cold as hell?</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Inquiring minds and all...</strong></span>Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-91083607778305165892013-11-20T14:13:00.003-07:002013-11-20T14:13:45.698-07:00You Know You're Having a Good Day...<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...when the college kid working at Subway tells you you're hot and you smell fantastic.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You know you're having a GREAT day...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...when that same kid suddenly realizes who you are after he sees the name on your credit card and he gives you his employee discount so you won't call his mom and rat him out.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Didn't want to tell the little shit that he made my day...no my week!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I remember him from the third grade when he was in class with my kid and wore a Power Rangers costume for Halloween. Go go Power Rangers!!</span></strong>Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-55369799338012153562013-10-26T02:34:00.002-06:002013-10-26T02:36:49.245-06:00Peanut Butter and Jelly<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Sorry I haven't written sooner---I've been putting the finishing touches on my next book and my brain is mush. :-)</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I've talked to my oldest birth brother a few times since I last wrote, and am still trying to assimilate all the information I've gotten. We get along like wildfire--or like peanut butter and jelly. LOL</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Here's something interesting; he's a special education teacher. He lives over an hour away from where he works, so he puts on his headphones and calls me on his way home so we can chat while he drives.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I found out that our father had sudden heart failure at the age of 48 (I was 41 when I had it). Also, two years later, after he had lost a bunch of weight, he started aching in his back and legs and feeling like crap. Just like me. And just like me, those were the only symptoms of diabetes he had when he was diagnosed. </strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Hmmmm. Who said biology doesn't matter? Oh yeah---that was the adoption industry about 40 years ago!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Apparently, the brothers have a quirky sense of humor very similar to mine. They find my existence to be quite amusing, because our father was a bit of a hardass ("who knew the old man had it in him!" was the comment the younger brother made when he found out I was the product of a wild college weekend).</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I'm freaking out a little bit over the fact that my youngest birth brother is only a year older than Big Kid. Gah! That and he's actually 6'7.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I'm also the stupid sister of the family (just kidding). Between the three of them, there are 6 Master's Degrees and a PHD. Very accomplished group!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>We haven't made plans to get together yet, since we live across the country from each other. We're just enjoying getting to know each other. </strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>And I'm truly, truly enjoying it.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Thanks so much for your support, guys!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>xoxo</strong></span>Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-81790451568973283822013-10-04T06:21:00.001-06:002013-10-04T06:21:49.403-06:00Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Thanks so much for all of your kind words of support regarding my birth father.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I bit the bullet and wrote a letter to his oldest son, and then spent a sleepless week waiting for a reply.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Seriously, I had all kinds of horrible scenarios running through my head. Why hasn't he responded yet? Does he think I want money? Maybe a kidney?</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I had emphasized to him that I didn't want to intrude on his life, and that I understood if he didn't want to know me. The information about me was his to do with what he would, and that I wouldn't be trying to contact anyone else. All I asked for was a family medical history and maybe a picture or two of my birth father.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Also passed on what had happened to me medically in case there was a family history of it.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>He wrote back to me yesterday!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>He and his mother were a bit shocked and surprised at my existence, but not unpleasantly so, I don't think. In a true act of graciousness, his mother has been in contact with my birth father's doctors and is putting together a file of information for me. It is so much more than I dared hope for!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Turns out birth father had both of the medical conditions that I have.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Brother and I have made plans to chat for the first time on the phone this weekend. I can't wait!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Love you guys!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>xo</strong></span>Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-90245551307799291702013-07-28T18:33:00.004-06:002013-07-28T18:36:19.407-06:00Can't Help Falling in Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Sometimes nothing feels better than a hug from a good friend...</strong></span><br />
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<br />Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-30738831976541218062013-07-23T05:35:00.000-06:002013-07-23T05:42:28.363-06:00Bringing Back a Little Spontaneity<div>
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you have kids who have issues, everything but a trip to the store needs
the logistical military planning of a major invasion. Even though the guys are
grown, it's still nearly impossible to just drop everything and take off.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Spontaneity? What's that?</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Last year at about this time, Hubby and I drove across the state to pick up
a toy Aussie Shepherd puppy. Little Guy was away at camp, and Big Kid and Kitty
came to watch the house and dogs. We had planned this trip far in advance,
working with the breeder and working our schedules around this.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Matilda, our large Aussie, is aging. She has doggie lupus, and some hip
problems which have been exacerbated by rolling around with and playing with
Maddie, the puppy. We had discussed getting another puppy to keep Maddie
entertained and as a companion for when Matilda finally and inevitably goes off
the the Rainbow Bridge (why oh why don't dogs have the same lifespan as
people?) We had just planned on doing it in another year.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I saved the website of Maddie's breeder and look at it occasionally to see
the new puppies. I have to admit it, I'm a puppy junkie. I looked at it
Friday afternoon, because we had just brought Matilda back from the vet with a
ton of meds to ease her hips and had puppies on the brain.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>And promptly fell in puppy lust.</strong></span></div>
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"well, I might be able to get away August 15th." So I called the breeder to see
if the puppy was still available. He was, but just...there was a lady in
another city who was interested, but had been kind of dithering for a couple of
days. Maybe she thought the breeder would come down in price, or just wasn't
sure an active puppy would fit in her lifestyle.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Saturday morning, we got a very early call from the breeder. The other
lady had called the night before and asked if she could drive down to see the
puppy. If we wanted him, she would take a deposit from us and hold him (these
puppies go incredibly fast).</strong></span></div>
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tomorrow?" He didn't, so we bribed the Aspiring Adult to sacrifice his day off
to stay with Little Guy, and talked Big Kid and Kitty into spending the night.
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>We made it back on Sunday night with a new addition to our family.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Of course, on Monday morning, I woke up with a total "WTF did I DO?"
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>But after 10 minutes of playing and holding the little guy (he's completely
potty trained and went right outside to do his business and went off to play
with his new pack), I knew that at least THIS time, spontaneity was a wonderful
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Attila the Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158308703617226652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447266.post-57374973790121160342013-07-19T03:20:00.001-06:002013-07-19T03:20:47.937-06:00Traveling with Diabetes<div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Since I was diagnosed in January, I haven't eaten out a whole lot. Mostly
because I can't have any sugar, bread, rice, pasta or potatoes. I also have to
be very careful what kind of fruit I eat as well, dammit.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>The biggest problem seems to be a side effect of the meds I'm taking. The
smell of cooking meat makes me ill. It doesn't matter what it is...bacon, pork,
steak...I can't walk past the deli of my grocery store (where they roast and fry
chicken) without wanting to retch. </strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I guess the upside to that is that it's easy to keep the weight off. I'm
now on the low side of normal for my height. In fact, my doctor wants me to
lose MORE so that I'm on the low low side of normal.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I said, "you have GOT to be sh*tting me!" Alas, no. Supposedly it will
help the diabetes, because I'm on the brink of needing insulin vs. the pills
that I'm taking. </strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>But where is it going to come from?</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Seriously, there ain't nothing left. I have absolutely no fat on my legs,
my butt, my hips or my stomach. Well, there's probably about 10 pounds of
excess skin all over, but that will take about a year to go back as much as it's
going to go back. And he isn't willing to count that.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>The only thing I have left is boobs. I'm a C-cup for the first time since
I was 12. If I lose any more weight, it's all going to come from there. Then
I'll have two empty sacks I can toss over my shoulders and wear like a mink
stole.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Hubby and I went to a ski resort for a conference he had to attend. I got
to have some time alone sans kids and dogs which was wonderful. I brought some
food in a cooler that I'm allowed to eat, just in case I had trouble
finding something suitable.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Anyhoodie, there's a big outlet complex nearby that I was excited to visit,
because at that point, I only had 2 pairs of pants that fit and 3 tops. For the
first time in a very very long time, I'm able to wear regular sizes.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I ate breakfast at about 7am and headed off. You can't park in the
complex, so there is a lot of walking involved. I shopped at a few places,
bought a couple of fabulous outfits, and walked around for about 3 and a half
hours, not really being aware of the time.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I went back to the hotel around 1, and as I was walking down the hall to my
room, suddenly I face-planted myself and flailed around on the floor. There
was no strength in my legs whatsoever. WTF?</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Got myself to my room, and realized I was suddenly starting to feel really
ill. I had also cut my hand somehow and was bleeding all over this nice
upholstered chair. Gah! I took my blood sugar and it was 70. Holy crap!</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>After I got something to eat and stopped the bleeding, I grabbed a
washcloth and scrubbed the seat cushion on the chair. Figured that if I didn't
get it all out, I could always flip the cushion.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I did it experimentally and yikes! It looked like someone had sacrificed a
chicken on the other side. There was a brown/red splotch the size of a salad
plate with spatter. Did somebody get murdered in there? And this was supposed
to be such a nice place! ;-) </strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I scrubbed harder and got all the blood out. Unless of course, CSI came
looking.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>It is really HARD to find stuff to eat when you're on the road. I ended up
eating practically nothing but soup and salad the whole trip. But now I have a
couple of pieces of candy in the car just in case my blood sugar drops
again.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>So much to learn...</strong></span></div>
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