Some good advice I've heard is, especially when times are tough, it's important to enjoy the little things. So here are some little things that I enjoy:
1. Crunching leaves (although I get mad when they are soggy)
2. Tackling Lewis and being astonished every time he is able to stand up with me dead weighting trying to hold him down
3. PB&J or just J sandwiches, pigs in a blanket, Kraft macaroni and cheese, tomato soup and grilled cheese - tastes like childhood! (PS: Lewis, I just thought of what we should have for dinner tonight)
4. Lewis said he likes me cause I'm just as big a dork as him - how true that is!
5. When we walk to school together, even though I am glarey cause it's cold (glarey does not equal grumpy)
6. ESPN Game Day will be in Provo, Utah, at LaVell Edwards Stadium: This. Saturday.
7. One of my classes finished today
8. Last Saturday, we shoot our nephew, Caiden, with Nerf gun darts over and over again while he ran around in circles over and over again
9. Sometimes Lewis starts singing the very song that is in my head - it's weird.
10. Waffles with two different kinds of homemade syrup for Sunday dinner (we have three recipes for syrup now - maple, buttermilk, and blueberry)
11. We tried out a new cookie recipe - straight from the introweb - and it was actually really good - in both dough and cookie form! Thanks, Kitchenaid and internet.
12. Yesterday I figured out why the division of fractions algorithm works (I'm turning into my dear aunt Holli)
13. Google Voice
14. Our insanely comfortable bed, especially when it's cold because I can snuggle up under all the covers (sheets, duvet, and quilt) and make Lewis complain that I hog the bed
15. The smell of Lewis' deodorant and/or cologne
I could go on, but there are probably at least a million little things I could think of that I have started to enjoy more since really taking that advice to heart. At least! It certainly makes life more fun. I like it, anyway.
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
I Don't Have Friends at NASA... Bunch of Nerds
Dear NASA,
Just so you know, I woke up at 5:26 this morning so I could watch you guys bombing the moon. I couldn't tell if it was lame because I was so tired or because it was actually lame. Would you please let me know?
And if it was lame, could you please put up a video of the event that is cool? I might even get up at 5:26 again to watch it. Just let me know.
Thanks,
Alyssa Young
Just so you know, I woke up at 5:26 this morning so I could watch you guys bombing the moon. I couldn't tell if it was lame because I was so tired or because it was actually lame. Would you please let me know?
And if it was lame, could you please put up a video of the event that is cool? I might even get up at 5:26 again to watch it. Just let me know.
Thanks,
Alyssa Young
Friday, July 31, 2009
The Non-Prank
For the past couple of weeks, I've woken up in what I've thought was the middle of the night to a soft beeping. It sounded like a watch alarm, but it would end really quickly. At first, I thought I was just imagining it.
But if that was true, I was imagining it every night. That's just silly.
Then, I thought it was the alarm of our next-door neighbors, and I remember thinking, man that sucks that they have to get up at such a whacked-out time.
But then I decided that wasn't really logical. If I can't hear anything else from them, why should I be able to hear their alarm?
Next I thought someone was playing a prank on us. Someone had hidden a watch somewhere in our room and set it to go off at a time when they knew we would be asleep.
But that's not as good of a prank as it could be. I mean, the alarm only goes off for a few seconds, and then it stops. I mean, it goes off for long enough for me to hear it and wake up, but not long enough for me to be annoyed enough to get out of bed and actually go find it to shut it off. I'd go right back to sleep, so it's not like the alarmed ruined my beauty rest. Plus, it only would wake me up, and that's only because I'm a light sleeper. Any heavier sleeper (like Lewis) would sleep right through it. I like to think I associate with more devious mastermind types, the likes of which would have thought this out better. Of course, I suppose the fact that it woke me up every night for so long is actually pretty crafty.
Then, on Tuesday morning, I discovered the actual time the alarm went off. I thought it was the middle of the night, but no, no, no. Lewis had work at 6 AM, so he had gotten up to get ready. Right as he was coming in our room to say goodbye, the alarm went off - at 5:50. Just an hour before I get up anyway. Plus, Lewis heard it too, so I knew I wasn't just crazy. I checked the next two mornings and sure enough, it went off at 5:50 both mornings.
By the time we were both up and at 'em and able to do something about the alarm, we would forget, so it stayed hidden for a little while. Until last night, right before we went to bed. We tore apart our bedroom looking for it. When Lewis located the culprit, it was found to be an old watch from his mission. We think that, a few weeks before, Lewis had been playing with that watch and had inadvertently turned the alarm on. Mystery? Solved.
The alarm is off now. Thank goodness.
But if that was true, I was imagining it every night. That's just silly.
Then, I thought it was the alarm of our next-door neighbors, and I remember thinking, man that sucks that they have to get up at such a whacked-out time.
But then I decided that wasn't really logical. If I can't hear anything else from them, why should I be able to hear their alarm?
Next I thought someone was playing a prank on us. Someone had hidden a watch somewhere in our room and set it to go off at a time when they knew we would be asleep.
But that's not as good of a prank as it could be. I mean, the alarm only goes off for a few seconds, and then it stops. I mean, it goes off for long enough for me to hear it and wake up, but not long enough for me to be annoyed enough to get out of bed and actually go find it to shut it off. I'd go right back to sleep, so it's not like the alarmed ruined my beauty rest. Plus, it only would wake me up, and that's only because I'm a light sleeper. Any heavier sleeper (like Lewis) would sleep right through it. I like to think I associate with more devious mastermind types, the likes of which would have thought this out better. Of course, I suppose the fact that it woke me up every night for so long is actually pretty crafty.
Then, on Tuesday morning, I discovered the actual time the alarm went off. I thought it was the middle of the night, but no, no, no. Lewis had work at 6 AM, so he had gotten up to get ready. Right as he was coming in our room to say goodbye, the alarm went off - at 5:50. Just an hour before I get up anyway. Plus, Lewis heard it too, so I knew I wasn't just crazy. I checked the next two mornings and sure enough, it went off at 5:50 both mornings.
By the time we were both up and at 'em and able to do something about the alarm, we would forget, so it stayed hidden for a little while. Until last night, right before we went to bed. We tore apart our bedroom looking for it. When Lewis located the culprit, it was found to be an old watch from his mission. We think that, a few weeks before, Lewis had been playing with that watch and had inadvertently turned the alarm on. Mystery? Solved.
The alarm is off now. Thank goodness.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Mobility Photography
The thought occurred to me today that I have a whole slew of random pictures on my phone that I don't really do anything with. I mean, probably the only time I've ever uploaded pictures from my phone to the introwebs (or anywhere) was for the April snowstorm debacle. And I'm sure no one wants to relive that.
But I've got some pretty awesome photos on my phone. Well, they're okay. In any case, I'm going to post them here, mostly because Facebook doesn't offer mobile services for T-mobile (I know, right?).
I've divided them into two categories:
1. Pictures others have taken of themselves.
I leave my phone on my desk alone for ten minutes, and this becomes my wall paper.
Something similar happened here. Although the background offers no clues to this picture's origin.
I think this one speaks for itself. Clearly, it is the reason I married Lewis.
This is another one that magically appeared as my wallpaper when I left my phone on my desk. I think this one is Lew's caller ID picture now.
And then one of me, that I took right after I got this phone, before I let myself go and also to tell my friends that I finally joined the 21st century and got a camera phone.
2. Pictures of people/things I deemed worthy.
Misprints in the Daily Universe.
Celebrations.
Evie.
Nature.
Weirdies.
And, of course, my own personal sexiness. Like the nightie?
Enjoy!
But I've got some pretty awesome photos on my phone. Well, they're okay. In any case, I'm going to post them here, mostly because Facebook doesn't offer mobile services for T-mobile (I know, right?).
I've divided them into two categories:
1. Pictures others have taken of themselves.
I leave my phone on my desk alone for ten minutes, and this becomes my wall paper.
Something similar happened here. Although the background offers no clues to this picture's origin.This next one was from Lewis trying to be cute. Or something. Either way, it was while we were in bed and I did not want my picture taken. That sounds dirty.
I think this one speaks for itself. Clearly, it is the reason I married Lewis.
This is another one that magically appeared as my wallpaper when I left my phone on my desk. I think this one is Lew's caller ID picture now.
And then one of me, that I took right after I got this phone, before I let myself go and also to tell my friends that I finally joined the 21st century and got a camera phone.
2. Pictures of people/things I deemed worthy.
Misprints in the Daily Universe.
Celebrations.
Evie.
Nature.
Weirdies.
And, of course, my own personal sexiness. Like the nightie?
Enjoy!
Monday, July 6, 2009
Blood, Sweat, Tears, and Boogers
This is what nursery was yesterday for Lewis and me.
We had nine kids.
1 cried/screamed like a banshee the whole time. On my lap. She also sneezed in my mouth.
1 clung to his mom like an octopus while I tried to pry him away.
1 pushed/hit/stole toys from everyone in the room. He got about six time-outs with no effect.
1 cried on and off for the rest of the time after she was shoved off the bike by the pusher. She also lost her shoe several times.
1 cried until he fell asleep on my lap and then cried when Lewis tried to lay him down in the corner and then fell asleep on his lap and then slept for real in the corner and then woke up and cried some more.
1 tripped and got a mouthful of shopping cart. Then he bled on Lew's shirt.
1 bawled like the world was ending when her dad left, but then was surprisingly better for the rest of the time.
2 were little angels except when the pusher tried to take their toys. Bless them.
None knew how to take turns during singing time.
Plus it was Fast Sunday.
Basically, what I'm trying to say is, I died yesterday. And so did Lewis.
But we got better.
We had nine kids.
1 cried/screamed like a banshee the whole time. On my lap. She also sneezed in my mouth.
1 clung to his mom like an octopus while I tried to pry him away.
1 pushed/hit/stole toys from everyone in the room. He got about six time-outs with no effect.
1 cried on and off for the rest of the time after she was shoved off the bike by the pusher. She also lost her shoe several times.
1 cried until he fell asleep on my lap and then cried when Lewis tried to lay him down in the corner and then fell asleep on his lap and then slept for real in the corner and then woke up and cried some more.
1 tripped and got a mouthful of shopping cart. Then he bled on Lew's shirt.
1 bawled like the world was ending when her dad left, but then was surprisingly better for the rest of the time.
2 were little angels except when the pusher tried to take their toys. Bless them.
None knew how to take turns during singing time.
Plus it was Fast Sunday.
Basically, what I'm trying to say is, I died yesterday. And so did Lewis.
But we got better.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
The Thunder From Down Under
It started on Friday night. It was late, and we were really tired, and we decided to go to bed like normal people. As I was washing my face, however, an earsplitting boom sounded, shaking the whole apartment. Thunder. Lewis was in the bedroom and saw the flash. And then the heavens opened and the rains came tumbling down (the floods, however, did not come up).
Now, as I'm sure you are aware, at least if you've been in Utah for the month of June, or read my blog on June 5th, it's been a wet one. Clouds and rain every day. But not rain, really. Just drizzle. I've been waiting for that day when the cats and the dogs descended from the sky, but nothing. No dice. Until now. Eleven o'clock on a Friday night when Lewis has work in the morning.
So, like the responsible people we are, we ignored the blessed rain, I finished washing my face, and we got into bed.
Yeah, right.
No, we put on some waterproof pants and our ski jackets and took a walk. It was glorious. Lewis got some Gore-Tex pants on Ebay a while back, but he never got the chance to test them out and see how waterproof they really are. He got his chance on this night when he sat in a gutter. And you know what? The pants worked! His bum was completely dry. Word, yo.
Truth time: I am the champion of summer. All things summer are at the top of my list of favorite things to do. Hiking. Camping. Swimming. Playing catch. And how much of that do you think I've been able to do in this weather? We haven't gone on a hike in ages! I will praise the day that the sun pokes her shiny little head out from between the clouds for an extended period of time.
And yet, I can't help but enjoy in when it pours. The mostly drizzle we've been having, I can do without. But thunder and lightening and fat drops slapping on the pavement are things that I just love!
Yesterday, as I was leaving the Home Depot after bringing Lewis his lunch, it started pouring in the way that I like again. It was stormy throughout my whole trip home. When I pulled into our parking spot, I stayed in the car for a little while, lying on my back watching the rain hit the sun roof. It was bliss. There was something very comforting about just lying there in the weather but not really. The only way it could have been better was if Lewis was there with me. After a bit, I got out of the car and ran around Wymount until the rain let up. Another of my favorite things.
The moral of the story is, rain - you're sometimes okay. But if you could be gone by this Thursday, that would be great. We're going camping.
Although something about camping in the rain sounds like fun.
Now, as I'm sure you are aware, at least if you've been in Utah for the month of June, or read my blog on June 5th, it's been a wet one. Clouds and rain every day. But not rain, really. Just drizzle. I've been waiting for that day when the cats and the dogs descended from the sky, but nothing. No dice. Until now. Eleven o'clock on a Friday night when Lewis has work in the morning.
So, like the responsible people we are, we ignored the blessed rain, I finished washing my face, and we got into bed.
Yeah, right.
No, we put on some waterproof pants and our ski jackets and took a walk. It was glorious. Lewis got some Gore-Tex pants on Ebay a while back, but he never got the chance to test them out and see how waterproof they really are. He got his chance on this night when he sat in a gutter. And you know what? The pants worked! His bum was completely dry. Word, yo.
Truth time: I am the champion of summer. All things summer are at the top of my list of favorite things to do. Hiking. Camping. Swimming. Playing catch. And how much of that do you think I've been able to do in this weather? We haven't gone on a hike in ages! I will praise the day that the sun pokes her shiny little head out from between the clouds for an extended period of time.
And yet, I can't help but enjoy in when it pours. The mostly drizzle we've been having, I can do without. But thunder and lightening and fat drops slapping on the pavement are things that I just love!
Yesterday, as I was leaving the Home Depot after bringing Lewis his lunch, it started pouring in the way that I like again. It was stormy throughout my whole trip home. When I pulled into our parking spot, I stayed in the car for a little while, lying on my back watching the rain hit the sun roof. It was bliss. There was something very comforting about just lying there in the weather but not really. The only way it could have been better was if Lewis was there with me. After a bit, I got out of the car and ran around Wymount until the rain let up. Another of my favorite things.
The moral of the story is, rain - you're sometimes okay. But if you could be gone by this Thursday, that would be great. We're going camping.
Although something about camping in the rain sounds like fun.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sicky Chicky
Fact: I love my internship (most days, anyway). It does have its downsides, though. From my experience, elementary schools are hot spots for all kinds of bacteria. Since I work in close quarters with my students and many of them do not know how to cover their hands when they cough and also like to touch, oh, everything, no matter how much I wash my hands and disinfect my office, I will get sick. And I have. Several times this semester. Most of the sicknesses have not been too bad. I didn't, you know, die or anything.
Another bout of illness kicked in this weekend. Let me tell you what, I hate being sick so, so much. Usually I'll work through it as long as I can, cause I know if I just rest, there will be nothing to distract me from my misery. It's not like I'm trying to be a trooper, I just like distraction. I'm sure it sucks for those around me cause I'm undoubtedly very whiny, not to mention all my sniffs and moans. But today, I just couldn't do it. After I was finished at my internship (which included making an eight-year-old cry. Great day all around) I took note of how very miserable and non-functional I was and took a sick day.
Sick days are the one of the best things about being married. I don't have my mom around to take care of me... but I have Lewis! Not to be cheesy, but he's the best. He takes such good care of me when I'm sick. He made me dinner (mac and cheese) and he did the dishes. So great.
So today, instead of wallowing in misery, or suffering through work (while probably not actually getting much done), I took a day off. I took a nap, I read a book, and now we're enjoying season two of 24 (nobody's crying! Nobody, I say!).
So... that's all. I'm sick, but it's a little bit okay.
Another bout of illness kicked in this weekend. Let me tell you what, I hate being sick so, so much. Usually I'll work through it as long as I can, cause I know if I just rest, there will be nothing to distract me from my misery. It's not like I'm trying to be a trooper, I just like distraction. I'm sure it sucks for those around me cause I'm undoubtedly very whiny, not to mention all my sniffs and moans. But today, I just couldn't do it. After I was finished at my internship (which included making an eight-year-old cry. Great day all around) I took note of how very miserable and non-functional I was and took a sick day.
Sick days are the one of the best things about being married. I don't have my mom around to take care of me... but I have Lewis! Not to be cheesy, but he's the best. He takes such good care of me when I'm sick. He made me dinner (mac and cheese) and he did the dishes. So great.
So today, instead of wallowing in misery, or suffering through work (while probably not actually getting much done), I took a day off. I took a nap, I read a book, and now we're enjoying season two of 24 (nobody's crying! Nobody, I say!).
So... that's all. I'm sick, but it's a little bit okay.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
A Lifetime of Fatigue, Part 2
Sunday. A day of rest. I would wager that on this day, an average of nine out of ten LDS American adults will take a nap. The Sunday nap - the Snap - is a staple in many homes, leading sometimes to harsh punishments ranging from cussing out to disembowelment if disturbed. That nine out of ten average included me. Until yesterday...
Yesterday was just a regular Sunday. Lewis had to work, which was a bummer alright, but I survived church (and nursery) alone. After church I came home, as per the general order of things and got my Lord of the Rings on for a little while (TNT was having a marathon - they know drama) and then decided that a Snap was in order. I mean, come on, I had stayed up late the night before, plus I had participated in a mad chase around the chapel when one of our nursery patrons escaped, plus PLUS we had friends coming over that night, which meant we might not get to bed until late, plus plus PLUS I am lazy. So a Snap it was!
An hour and fifteenish minutes later I awoke from my Snap. Let me tell you what, it wasn't easy. It was so warm and cozy and lovely that it took a nearly back-breaking effort to move myself from lying in bed to lying on the couch. The LOTR marathon on TNT had moved on to The Return of the King, so I pulled my laptop over and settled in for some sweet media multi-tasking. But for some reason, I couldn't shake this feeling of fogginess and unkemptery. It's an annoying feeling, one that I have had before. At first I just blew it off thinking, sometimes this is just my mood, no biggie, right? It sucks, but it just comes and then it goes and then it comes back another time. I felt like this just last Sunday. After my... my... my Snap!
My Snap made me feel like crap!
As my thought process continued, I came to understand that it wasn't just crappy Snaps, it was all major naps that gave me this foggy and unkempt feeling. What the freaking heck! Snaps and naps alike are supposed to be refreshing and pleasant, aren't they? Who invited foggy and unkempt? Not me. I hate them.
Good news - there is a small glimmer of hope: not all naps giving me that icky feeling. I've taken pseudo-naps that leave me feeling just fine. These aren't full-on spectacles with the pillows and the drooling. There more like times when I doze off with my head on Lewis' shoulder or leg. But I'm not really quite asleep - I'm still mostly aware of what's going on around me. But the pseudo dealios are still restful and when the fogginess and unkemptery doesn't come from them, I'll take it.
In all honesty, though, I doubt this will keep me from Snapping.
Yesterday was just a regular Sunday. Lewis had to work, which was a bummer alright, but I survived church (and nursery) alone. After church I came home, as per the general order of things and got my Lord of the Rings on for a little while (TNT was having a marathon - they know drama) and then decided that a Snap was in order. I mean, come on, I had stayed up late the night before, plus I had participated in a mad chase around the chapel when one of our nursery patrons escaped, plus PLUS we had friends coming over that night, which meant we might not get to bed until late, plus plus PLUS I am lazy. So a Snap it was!
An hour and fifteenish minutes later I awoke from my Snap. Let me tell you what, it wasn't easy. It was so warm and cozy and lovely that it took a nearly back-breaking effort to move myself from lying in bed to lying on the couch. The LOTR marathon on TNT had moved on to The Return of the King, so I pulled my laptop over and settled in for some sweet media multi-tasking. But for some reason, I couldn't shake this feeling of fogginess and unkemptery. It's an annoying feeling, one that I have had before. At first I just blew it off thinking, sometimes this is just my mood, no biggie, right? It sucks, but it just comes and then it goes and then it comes back another time. I felt like this just last Sunday. After my... my... my Snap!
My Snap made me feel like crap!
As my thought process continued, I came to understand that it wasn't just crappy Snaps, it was all major naps that gave me this foggy and unkempt feeling. What the freaking heck! Snaps and naps alike are supposed to be refreshing and pleasant, aren't they? Who invited foggy and unkempt? Not me. I hate them.
Good news - there is a small glimmer of hope: not all naps giving me that icky feeling. I've taken pseudo-naps that leave me feeling just fine. These aren't full-on spectacles with the pillows and the drooling. There more like times when I doze off with my head on Lewis' shoulder or leg. But I'm not really quite asleep - I'm still mostly aware of what's going on around me. But the pseudo dealios are still restful and when the fogginess and unkemptery doesn't come from them, I'll take it.
In all honesty, though, I doubt this will keep me from Snapping.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
A Lifetime of Fatigue
It was hard to get up this morning. I (sort of) woke up at 4 AM, checked my alarm, and decided in my half-awakened state that 6:30 was a completely irrational time for me to get up. This sort of thing has happened in the past - usually resulting in me setting my alarm for 9ish AM, or possibly later. Most fortunately, this did not occur this morning (especially since Lewis didn't set his alarm at all), and the more reasonable time I settled upon was just 1/2 hour earlier - 6.
I use the term "fortunately" very lightly here. Truth be told, when my alarm went off a full forty-five minutes before I was ready to even consider getting up (6:30 with a 15 minute snooze) I was mad as all get out. Sure, it meant that I was able to get up in time to be where I needed to be when I needed to be there. But, shoot. It sucked.
It was mostly so miserable because of the realization I came to this morning, after this horror of the alarm occurred: this is never going to end! I get up and go to school every morning with graduation at the back of my mind - after which I can sleep in again, right? Wrong!
This pattern of waking up super early is never going to end.
You see, I am going to be a teacher. As you may know, I am currently doing an internship at an Elementary school (unrelated to the teaching thing). I arrive at the school sometime between 7:30 and 8 every morning. By the time I get there, most of the teachers have already been there for at least a half an hour. Which means that when I'm (finally) done with college, I will start a job which requires me to be out and about even earlier than now!
Well, what if I decide to spend a few years at home to raise my kids? Will I get to sleep in then? Not if my kids take after me, I won't. I remember getting up as a wee one and participating in my mother's early morning seminary class. What the heck was wrong with me? I mean, really! I had the chance - for just the short period of time that was my childhood - to sleep in. To enjoy my bed and the comfort found there. And I miffed it. Odds are good that my children will miff it too. Dummies.
Now I understand why my parents tried to get us to go to bed at 9 every night.
I thrive on weekends. Weekends are when we can sleep in and relax in bed and get up at our leisure. Nothing is dictated by a blaring alarm. Even after we wake up, we can just chill underneath the covers and maybe surf the introwebs, all from the comfort of our own bed (thank goodness for laptops!) I love it. It's the best thing in the world. Until Lewis decides it's time to get up and takes all the covers with him. Jerk.
I use the term "fortunately" very lightly here. Truth be told, when my alarm went off a full forty-five minutes before I was ready to even consider getting up (6:30 with a 15 minute snooze) I was mad as all get out. Sure, it meant that I was able to get up in time to be where I needed to be when I needed to be there. But, shoot. It sucked.
It was mostly so miserable because of the realization I came to this morning, after this horror of the alarm occurred: this is never going to end! I get up and go to school every morning with graduation at the back of my mind - after which I can sleep in again, right? Wrong!
This pattern of waking up super early is never going to end.
You see, I am going to be a teacher. As you may know, I am currently doing an internship at an Elementary school (unrelated to the teaching thing). I arrive at the school sometime between 7:30 and 8 every morning. By the time I get there, most of the teachers have already been there for at least a half an hour. Which means that when I'm (finally) done with college, I will start a job which requires me to be out and about even earlier than now!
Well, what if I decide to spend a few years at home to raise my kids? Will I get to sleep in then? Not if my kids take after me, I won't. I remember getting up as a wee one and participating in my mother's early morning seminary class. What the heck was wrong with me? I mean, really! I had the chance - for just the short period of time that was my childhood - to sleep in. To enjoy my bed and the comfort found there. And I miffed it. Odds are good that my children will miff it too. Dummies.
Now I understand why my parents tried to get us to go to bed at 9 every night.
I thrive on weekends. Weekends are when we can sleep in and relax in bed and get up at our leisure. Nothing is dictated by a blaring alarm. Even after we wake up, we can just chill underneath the covers and maybe surf the introwebs, all from the comfort of our own bed (thank goodness for laptops!) I love it. It's the best thing in the world. Until Lewis decides it's time to get up and takes all the covers with him. Jerk.
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