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I'm sure I have explored menial topics over the past couple of years. But the last few days have been rough because of a little problem I'm having. Okay maybe it's not little, for you see I can't let it go.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consumed to the next level...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you live in a lovely part of the country where it's not freezing out, hello it's &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/Sx8vuggBITI/AAAAAAAAAkg/MQi850Dh0VI/s1600-h/Picture+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/Sx8vuggBITI/AAAAAAAAAkg/MQi850Dh0VI/s400/Picture+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413097753167339826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; currently below ZERO. Unlike typical Colorado weather where it's snowy and cold for a couple of days, maybe three tops, the cold just doesn't seem to be going away. Cold and snow for well over a week now. No warm Colorado sunshine melting the snow, warming the house, warming my spirit. It's fine, I'm not really here to complain about the temperature, I'm here to complain about something much more urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windshield Washer Fluid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That blue stuff you pick up for a buck at the gas station, it helps keep your windows clean. Windshield washer fluid helps keep your vehicle safely on the road by maintaining a level of cleanliness that's essential to driving. Clean windshields are especially important during crucial moments on snowy ice packed roads, icy splashback from the car in front of you, or light precipitation mixed with the previous two conditions. Only problem is, when it freezes like a big ol' hunk of ice in your windshield washer fluid tank, it does you absolutely no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it does drive you bonkers. But that's not good right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like any intelligent woman, I googled "how to unfreeze windshield washer fluid". Oh trust me there are a plethora of suggestions, but none of which allowed me to solve my problem. Thanks google. I can put my car in the garage, but I will be the first to admit it's not much warmer in there and that would also mean juggling all sorts of random stuff around to actually fit my car in there. Which doesn't seem appealing when the end result (melted w/w fluid) may not be attainable. I may have used a hair dryer on the blue hunka-hunka frozen fluid, until I felt like a total ass and ran inside hoping no neighbors saw me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, I just think about solving the problem morning, noon, and night. I ask my friends on twitter. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/Sx8zEWm0LrI/AAAAAAAAAko/1YBGjU86y04/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/Sx8zEWm0LrI/AAAAAAAAAko/1YBGjU86y04/s400/Picture+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413101427003502258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No luck. Although I did entertain some interesting suggestions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the meantime, until the temperatures rise to melt my blue w/w fluid ice block, I'm avoiding the highway. My school commute to pick up Sj has been lengthened and well, we've decided to enjoy the view. The cows sure are pretty in one big clump, trying to stay warm from each other's body heat. That's why they are snuggling right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-4747250571466765187?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;After a wonderful low key &lt;a href="http://eatplaylove.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks.html"target=_blank"&gt;Thanksgiving Day&lt;/a&gt; with my family, I snuck off with a girlfriend to see New Moon on Black Friday. You don't need my review, although I will tell you I really enjoyed it. It inspired me to actually finish book three and four. Which I am not abandoning like I did New Moon, I'm hooked. Did I just say that? Believe it or not, if the movie and tea weren't enough my weekend of reconnecting was not over!
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&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon, after my husband returned from a 45 mile bicycle adventure, I went off on my own adventure. Pedicure time. Picked up a friend and hit the foot spa! Although I am not to sure about paying for pedicures in the winter. I have this instinct to show my toes and with cold weather, that's not happening. So now, I'm not wearing socks or slippers around the house and my feet are cold. But my toes are pretty. My pedicure was topped off with a dinner with friends. Good food and laughs, our doggies all playing together just topped off the great weekend. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not with all the socializing and going out I had all week, which was more than the last three months combined, I had plans on Sunday. ME?!? A lunch date with the most fabulous group of coworkers a woman could ever ask for. Seven of us, all met for lunch. It had been years since I had seen a few of the women, a few months for most of them. We all taught together about eight years ago and have kept in touch after all of us going our own ways. Out of the seven of us, not one of us still remains at the original school that all brought us together. It's hard to capture the feeling of being with old friends that you spent your work day with. They know you in a different way, they see the professional in me, but also the caring teacher, the tired teacher, the good and the bad. Now we have children and just can't believe where the time goes. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SxQty4gNivI/AAAAAAAAAjw/I7aHBMkkgL0/s1600/photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SxQty4gNivI/AAAAAAAAAjw/I7aHBMkkgL0/s320/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409999404563008242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are, all eyes open, no! Lots of laughs trying, YES!
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&lt;br /&gt;To top off this weekend, I stayed up until the wee hours working on presents from a photo website. Now, I need some tooth picks to keep my eyes open, the lack of sleep is definitely catching up with me. 
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&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends that graced me this past week, thank you. You all have an incredible way of warming my heart and keeping me grounded in life. To those that I didn't see because of travel or other plans, next weekend is open ;-)...I'm always here. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-3071109185806624770?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;The girls were disappointed to see me holding an express envelope. I opened the envelope and found a gift card to &lt;a href="http://www.staples.com/holidayblogger"target=_blank"&gt;Staples&lt;/a&gt;. 
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&lt;br /&gt;I was anticipating this gift card to arrive at any time now. I was delighted. I had spent the last week, perusing the website, trying to hone in on what I would buy. After visiting the website a couple of times, I will admit, I was surprised by the selection of electronics and variety of items that Staples carries. Every week Staples offers &lt;a href="http://www.staples.com/Holiday-Center-09/cat_SC52"target=_blank"&gt;new deals&lt;/a&gt; on their website. Cameras, printers, cell phone accessories, GPS, teaching supplies, computers, art supplies, and of course the essential supplies to keep my home running smoothly. 
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&lt;br /&gt;This may make a few of you laugh, but I truly adore office supplies. When I was a teacher, I would create wish lists of items that I would love for my classroom. Of course, like many teachers on pay day I would treat my class to supplies for us to use. But now I'm home with my girls. We spend a lot of time doing crafts and activities. My first grader has truly blossomed as a writer in the past couple of months and she seems to go through notebooks weekly. I love special pens, highlighters, notebooks to keep recipes organized, and photo paper to make quick prints just seem perfect. Truly I could go on and on about my love for all things office supply related! Maybe I was an office manager in a former life. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Knowing how teacher's classroom budgets are shrinking, I sent an email out to my daughter's teacher asking him if he had any special requests for supplies he could use in the classroom. He was thrilled with my offer and did ask for some card stock. They make a lot of books and card stock is essential for the covers of the books and keeping it bound together. I was delighted to  fulfill his request. 
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&lt;br /&gt;One of the top items on my list to purchase with my gift card was a new printer. I have a 8 year old HP photosmart printer that works great for everyday forms, recipes, and maps, but I wanted something more. Last year I borrowed a friend's printer that had a scanner as well. I loved it. I think about my files and books of pre-digital photos and wish so often I could have them in iPhoto for projects or just to reminisce. I started looking at All-In-One printers at Staples. I've had luck with my HP, so that helped narrow things down for me. I can't believe how much printers have evolved over the past 8 years! Finally I decided on the &lt;a href="http://www.staples.com/HP-Photosmart-C4780-All-in-One-Printer/product_796048?storeId=10001&amp;jspStoreDir=Staples&amp;cmSearchKeyword=c4780&amp;fromUrl=home&amp;langId=-1&amp;catalogId=10051&amp;cmArea=SEARCH&amp;ddkey=StaplesSearch"target=_blank"&gt;HP C4780&lt;/a&gt; for the features and Staples awesome price, it was on sale so I couldn't pass it up. I also picked up some ink, HP makes XL ink cartridges which can handle over double the printing projects, so now I don't have to worry about having my Holiday Cards printed in a lab. I can print my cards right at home!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SxKVNQhMX-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/4wuTOkU_Imk/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SxKVNQhMX-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/4wuTOkU_Imk/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409550157430415330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After shopping online, making informed decisions from home, I even took a trip into Staples to have a look around. Then the following evening after dinner my husband, girls, and I all loaded up into my car for our shopping excursion! If you could only hear the conversation on the way over about the notebooks, erasers, markers, clay, sketch books, and various other items the girls couldn't wait to find. 
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&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we did quite well on our visit. We even came home with an item I didn't expect for my husband, an item from the as-seen-on-tv section, the Iron Gym. Hey, I asked everyone to pick out something they wanted and that was his choice! I told you Staples has everything you could possibly need and even a few laughable surprises. I'm off to see what they have brewing for their cyber Monday deals, I can guarantee there will be a couple of items I won't be able to pass up. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Disclosure: As a contributor to &lt;a href="http://www.svmoms.com/"target=_blank"&gt;Silicon Valley Moms Blogs&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/rockymtmoms/"target=_Blank"&gt;Rocky Mountain Moms&lt;/a&gt;), I won the gift card to Staples. I was simply asked to write about my shopping experience. I couldn't have been more thrilled to be the lucky winner, thank you SV Moms and &lt;a href="http://www.staples.com/holidayblogger"target=_blank"&gt;Staples&lt;/a&gt; for the opportunity! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-6306905595268217120?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Craft idea compliments of &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/thanksgiving/thanksgiving-craft-decorations/thanksgiving-turkey-crafts/turkey-hat-663812/"target=_blank"&gt;Family Fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-223427252030701923?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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The commute is a bit of a crap shoot as far as traffic is concerned, so I tend to air on the cautious side. I decided to drive through Eldorado Canyon and take a walk with my youngest daughter, GL. I've been visiting this same trail for over 15 years. It's one of my favorites, a very soft approach, just a small incline, a hand built bridge that crosses a creek, and plenty of trees to provide a bit of reprieve from the sun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early afternoon sun is the favorite part of my day, it's the peak of the heat. Especially in October, afternoon sunshine in Colorado is something that just lures you in. The sun's rays whisper to you like a spoon dripping with honey, soak me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vitamin D deficiency, not in Colorado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwtjHcjz-7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RCV41yIepk8/s1600/caterpillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwtjHcjz-7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RCV41yIepk8/s320/caterpillar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407524757165046706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were heading off towards the bridge, to hang our feet and watch the falling leaves cascade down the creek, I noticed something on the trail out of the corner of my eye. It was fuzzy and moving slowly. I stopped mid trail, a little cloud of dust dispersed and I looked down to see the most interesting caterpillar. We are gatherers in our family, we find something interesting in nature, we collect it. We have a policy to always return it. GL requested we bring it to share with her big sister. I obliged. But we promised to return it the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little wiggly, ticklish, squirmy caterpillar joined us on the rest of our hike. Joined us in the car. It escaped a few times and I found it once crawling on the passenger seat. Sj was delighted with our find, she called it Mother Nature's treasure. We discussed the details of it's safe return to the exact location the following day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived home, we built "Catty" a proper home in an old jar. We added some rocks, dirt, water, a few branches, leaves, and grass. As always, with any treasure we find the caterpillar spent the night on the girls' night stand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we awoke to a bit of a surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catty didn't sleep that night, Catty must have been busy all night. Catty literally transformed in a 8 hour period. We woke to Catty, in her new form:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwtkLWnDOaI/AAAAAAAAAio/kncqb8DWYcc/s1600/cocoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwtkLWnDOaI/AAAAAAAAAio/kncqb8DWYcc/s400/cocoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407525923799120290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fibers of the chrysalis were clearly Catty's former feathery self. If the light hits the chrysalis just right you can see the body of Catty, flesh tone like a skinny worm. Gone is her beautiful plume to create her next stage of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter my dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catty was discovered in October. From what I've gathered on lovely websites such as &lt;a href="http://www.joyfulbutterfly.com/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Joyful Butterfly&lt;/a&gt;, the chrysalis phase is only a week or two long. Not a month or two. So I now sit here in regret, knowing Catty curled up and died in a Peppermint candy jar from Cost Plus World Market. This may sound silly, but I just don't have the heart to let her go. Instead Catty sits on a bookshelf in our living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes rather odd, I  know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help but hold out hope that just some day we'll wake to a beautiful butterfly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-6182462640704697452?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Domo Restaurant</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.domorestaurant.com/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Domo&lt;/a&gt; is a little oasis in a sea of random apartment buildings, a pothole filled street, and empty lots. To top it off it sits on a light rail line. There are excessive signs warning to not leave valuables in the car. I glanced over at my husband as we walked hand in hand with our daughters into Domo. I initially thought, interesting pick husband.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The front door is delightful carved wood, it feels out of place from the neighborhood. Just on the other side, an amazing experience awaits. The dining room chairs were all small stools made from tree trunks, little nooks are carved out in the walls to house Japanese items from hair combs to paper umbrellas. A table at the entry way of the dining room holds large chunks of ancient salt. The girls couldn't have been more intrigued waiting for our meal, I was right there with them. My eyes were on a journey to see what else I could discover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top off the lunch, just on the other side of a large door sits another gem that Domo offers, a garden. A small footbridge, shrines, huts, carvings, a prayer wheel. The owner came out of the back kitchen door with a large root of some sort, holding it behind him like it was his tail. My daughters were lured in by his playfulness and wonderful spirit. They ran around, full of adventure, the garden has a magical feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttOkIutqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/WLrEuBTIfGU/s1600/DomoGrounds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttOkIutqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/WLrEuBTIfGU/s400/DomoGrounds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407535874574300834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the food, just glance at the pictures below. There's no way this food could disappoint. It was fabulous! Each lunch came with three country side dishes and miso soup, brown rice or white rice with barley. Lunch Menu &lt;a href="http://www.domorestaurant.com/images/uploads/2008_Domo_menu.pdf" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J and I both had Genmai Cha (green tea and sauteed brown rice), served in handmade cups that just had this feeling about them, they fit perfectly into our hands. I couldn't put my cup down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/Swtuof0XV3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/Cc6bHYSYdzA/s1600/Domo+Tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/Swtuof0XV3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/Cc6bHYSYdzA/s400/Domo+Tea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407537419603367794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started with Gyoza (dumplings), that may have disappeared before we could snap a photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered, Nabemono with Kara Miso (chili and Japanese bean paste) and Sake Nabe (salmon and vegetables). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttPdM0QvI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kkdGJrA9xNM/s1600/Domo+Soup.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttPdM0QvI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kkdGJrA9xNM/s400/Domo+Soup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407535889892262642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband ordered Japanese Curry (with salmon):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttPOKt2OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OTVMyiPZp4g/s1600/Domo+Salmon+Curry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttPOKt2OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OTVMyiPZp4g/s400/Domo+Salmon+Curry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407535885856921826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girls shared a huge order of Teriyaki Donburi (chicken):&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttOzSLsXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LNtm27ANSWg/s1600/Domo+Chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwttOzSLsXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LNtm27ANSWg/s400/Domo+Chicken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407535878640480626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo is one of those places that doesn't just feed your body, it feeds your soul. 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No I don't have a laptop precariously perched on my lap. I have a clipboard, a ball point pen, and some recycled paper precariously perched on the edge of a water disaster. In case you were wondering, yes my tub is also brimming with as-hot-as-I-could-tolerate water and some bubbles. Or maybe lots of bubbles, but not Hollywood bubbles. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I feel a bit like Rev. Run, communicating from my tub at the end of a long day. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwhRdFWrQcI/AAAAAAAAAiY/opJo-bNNOx4/s1600/runbathtub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwhRdFWrQcI/AAAAAAAAAiY/opJo-bNNOx4/s320/runbathtub.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406660912753623490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Except for these few simple facts; I am not a bald man, inspiring the world with quotes from my gorgeous tub in the master suite of my mansion, with some made for tv bubble product that makes bubbles that could rise to the ceiling if need be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am using the Body Shop's Spa Wisdom Dreamboat Milk Bath to create my bubbles. It has a wonderful floral fragrance. Years ago I was an At-Home consultant for the Body Shop and I still have random products kicking around. They don't go bad, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I've decided immersing myself in hot water for extended periods of time, until I can't take the shriveled up fingertips any longer, is absolutely delightful. Tonight my husband even placed a cup of hot tea and a lit candle on a little step stool next to the tub, which is usually reserved for my girls to reach the sink for proper washing up. But I go through phases with my interest in taking baths. I have an average sized American tub, but I am not an average sized American Woman. I'm 5'11". Which means, I have to decide at any given moment which part of my body I would like submersed in water because my entire body doesn't fit at once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one moment I may have my torso in the water, which means knees bent and freezing outside the water. Or I like to stretch my legs way up to above the faucet and let my legs make a nice 45 degree angle. Other times, I place my legs in the tub, in fetal position to warm them up. Or I have legs in torso out. Usually by the end of my bath, I flip like a fish and just rest my head on my folded arms, torso in, naked bottom exposed in the cool air, knees bent with calves and feet up in the air out of the water. Bath time, it's really a juggle. &lt;i&gt;If you are of a shorter stature and fit comfortably in your tub, see what your missing not being oddly-tall?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could use Rev. Run's tub, big time. Note to self, next house must have real sexy deep soaking tub. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The peace calm and quiet all seem to suddenly come to a halt when my daughters start to inquire as to where I could be. "Mom, MOM! Where are you?" says my oldest daughter. Then giggles follow as two sets of feet come stomping up the stairs. My bathroom pocket door opens, "Ooh, mom is taking a bubble bath," she squeals. My youngest daughter quickly chimes in, "I want in". Before I know it our Black Lab's snout is in for the inquiry to top it off. I'm right at his level, so he tries to sneak in a face lick. Eew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the moment I am trying to reclaim the calm, serenity, hot bath escape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tea gets quickly put on the floor. My daughter disrobes. The other one hops on the toilet. They are soaking their stinky little toes in my bath faster than lightening. They are grabbing handfuls of bubbles and smearing them on Milo's fur, just giggling with entertainment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish my tub was big enough for me to just simply disappear into the depths of the water, out of sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I convince my husband to shoo the girls out, but by now the water is cold and not as soothing as it was just moments before they burst in. I smile as they walk out the door. Even though they sabotaged my bath, I still adore them. Adore how they are so intrigued by fancy bubble bath and me trying to escape for a quick half hour in the confines of our home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let the drain out of the tub, but decided to stay in the tub. Have you ever felt the water draining out of the tub over your body? I spread out my finger tips at my side, felt the gravitational pull of the water over my body, legs out of course. 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Adjust oven rack to the upper middle position- preheat to 425. Pour 1 tablespoon of melted butter into a 9-inch non stick cake pan, brush to coat pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For Cinnamon Sugar Filling:&lt;br /&gt;Combine sugars, spices, and salt in a small bowl. Add 1 tablespoon of the melted butter and stir with a fork until the mixture resembles wet sand, set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For the Biscuit Dough:&lt;br /&gt;Whisk the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a large bowl. Whisk the buttermilk and 2 tablespoons of melted butter in a measuring cup or small bowl. Add the liquid ingredients to the dry ingredients ad stir with a wooden spoon until the liquid is absorbed (the dough will look very shaggy), about 30 seconds. Transfer the dough to a lightly floured work surface and knead until just smooth and no longer shaggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pat the dough with your hands into a 9 x 12 rectangle. Brush the dough with 2 tablespoons of the melted butter. Sprinkle evenly the filling, leaving a 1/2 inch border of plain dough around the edges. Starting on the long side of the dough, roll the dough, pressing lightly, to form a tight log. Pinch the seam to seal. Roll the log seam-side down and cut it evenly into 8 pieces. Place 1 roll in the center and the remaining 7 rolls around the perimeter of the pan. Brush with remaining 2 tablespoons of butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bake until the edges of the buns are golden brown, 23 to 25 minutes. Use an offset metal spatula to loosen the buns from the pan. Wearing oven mitts, place a large plate over the pan and invert the buns onto the plate. Place a cooling rack over the plate and invert the buns onto the rack. Cool about 5 minutes before icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. For the Icing and to finish the buns:&lt;br /&gt;While the buns are cooling, line a baking sheet with parchment paper, for easy clean up. set the rack with the buns on the baking sheet. Whisk the cream cheese, butter milk in a bowl until thick and smooth (mixture will look like cottage cheese at first). Sift the confectioners sugar over the mixture, whisk until a smooth glaze forms, about 30 seconds. Spoon the glaze over the buns, serve immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise's Notes&lt;br /&gt;*** I melted the 6 tablespoons of butter separately as 3 ramekins of 2 tablespoons each because that's how it's spread out through the recipe. You don't actually add 6 tablespoons at once to the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I didn't have buttermilk. I simply added 1 tablespoon of lemon juice to the milk, you can also use vinegar. It's the acid that is needed for the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I maybe used about 1/3 of the icing mixture and it tasted great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I cut the buns into more like 16 pieces, so the buns weren't huge. It made cute ones that were a manageable size. If you do this cooking time will be closer to 14-15 minutes so keep an eye on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-7388400008445764741?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I am a huge fan of Jumpstart products. My six year old daughter can manage her way around most Wii games fairly well, but Jumpstart games she can master. Quite often even with some of the games geared for her age, she runs into frustration easily. While realistically many game manufactures may envision parents sitting down and playing the game together with their kids, I like games that my daughter feels comfortable with on her own. Jumpstart Wii games always allow my daughter that independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape From Adventure Island of course comes with my daughter's two favorite activities, the fashion show and the house design program. As with most games, you can switch up your clothes, skin color, hair, outfits on your self created "Jumpee". With Adventure Island there is actually a fashion show stage! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwAh_VhmLmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FmH1mrji6as/s1600-h/FashionShowSelection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SwAh_VhmLmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FmH1mrji6as/s320/FashionShowSelection.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404356924838129250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Escape From Adventure Island allows my daughter to learn while playing and I have to admit having so much fun she doesn't even realize that she's practicing math, spelling, or fine motor skills! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of my favorite features:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rubble Trouble: which contains math lessons, all while using the remote in a horizontal position to control the movement of your Jumpee in a little ball. There are also Punk Punks which you can squash very easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg Push/Pearl Push: are two games that allow you to roll spheres back into their resting place. What I really like about this game is that my daughter uses the control stick in her left hand while using the remote to flick the object back in place with her right hand. Using both hands comfortably is a great skill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game was sent to us from Jumpstart to preview and arrived on our doorstep during a snow day from school! It couldn't have been more perfect timing. What's really wonderful about the Jumpstart design for Wii is that the possibilities are endless. There are water adventures, caverns, coves, jumping, jet packs for flying, slides that are all just so much fun. There are helpers in the game, that talk to the player to help them along their adventure giving clues and tips. Best of all younger children can develop Wii based skills and control with the remote that will enhance their Wii experience as they grow with it. That to me is really important. As a parent there is nothing worse then buying a game that just leads to frustration and boredom. If you could hear my daughter giggling right now, you wouldn't hesitate to buy this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jumpstart for keeping our kids best interests in mind.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Jumpstart is having an incredible giveaway right  now on their blog! 50 copies of Escape From Island Adventure and 3 Grand Prize packages are all available just by leaving a comment!  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&lt;br /&gt;Neil who writes, &lt;a href="http://www.citizenofthemonth.com/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Citizen Of The Month&lt;/a&gt;, has created the &lt;a href="http://www.citizenofthemonth.com/2009/11/08/the-great-interview-experiment-returns/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Great Interview Experiment&lt;/a&gt; on his blog and this is my first year participating. Lucky for me, I was given Marinka aka &lt;a href="http://www.motherhoodinnyc.com/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Motherhood in NYC&lt;/a&gt; to interview.
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&lt;br /&gt;Let the interview begin, for the record this is my first blog interview ever. I liked it, in a Chelsea Handler, not Barbara Walters kind of way...
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&lt;br /&gt;Denise: I personally adore your sense of humor and always find myself laughing when I read your posts. Can you give us insight into how to find the humor in everyday situations?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marinka: No, I'm sorry, that's a trade secret.  But I think what I find humorous is exaggeration.  My husband calls it "hysterical extrapolation". I just asked him about it and he said "you take one small thing and blow it up way out of proportion."  Which is a complete lie and I've never ever done that in my life.  Except I do it every day.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Denise: I'm just going to assume you eat cupcakes. My big burning question for you is Billy's Cupcakes or Magnolias? And what's your favorite flavor?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marinka: I have never tasted Billy's. Because cupcakes are girls.  Also, like a true New Yorker, I think that Magnolia is totally overrated. My favorite is the Cupcake Cafe, which has its main store on 9th Avenue, near the Port Authority and another spot at The Books of Wonder bookstore. Really, those cupcakes are like works of art. And there's nothing more delicious than art.  My favorite flavor, like any normal person's, is chocolate with chocolate icing.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvxPZ7YKoQI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eUaAltH7Vu0/s1600-h/wedding_bigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 73px; height: 73px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvxPZ7YKoQI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eUaAltH7Vu0/s320/wedding_bigger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403280959792128258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Denise: Can we talk about your avatar? While I adore the photo of your neck and beautifully coiffed hair, are you ever going to turn around?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marinka: That photo was taken on my wedding day. After my second wedding I'll turn around.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Denise: Three bloggers that come to mind, that we all should have in our reader?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marinka: insert obligatory there are too many blogs to mention here.  But the ones that I've been reading since I discovered blogging and consistently love are &lt;a href="http://www.classychaos.com/"target=_blank"&gt;Classy Chaos&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mamabirddiaries.com/"target=_blank"&gt;Mamabird Diaries&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thebloggess.com/"target=_blank"&gt;The Bloggess&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://queenofshakeshake.com/"target=_blank"&gt;Queen of Shake Shake&lt;/a&gt;.   Yes, I know that that's four.  I'm having a four for the price of three visit.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Denise:If I came to the city for a visit and asked you to hang out, would you meet me and where would you take me?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marinka: What, suddenly I have to take you around?
&lt;br /&gt;I love The Cowgirl Hall of Fame ( a restaurant) and then The Duplex, a piano bar.  I went there with Vodka Mom and Comedy Goddess and Smart Ass Mom last year and it was so much fun. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Denise: Husbandrinka calls and tells you to pack your bags for the weekend because he's planned a getaway. Where did you think he'd take you on a whim? And what essential items would you pack?&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marinka: My Vivienne Tam mini computer, my Swiffer duster, oh.  But really, a computer, my cell phone and charger and a book. Because I will never again go anywhere without a book.  Also maybe a pair of jeans and a sweater.  The last time that Husbandrinka and I went on a weekend getaway, we went to Quebec City, so that's what I'm envisioning for this getaway.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denise: Last year you joked that you blog because you don't have the time, energy, or patience for writing a book. A year later and you're writing a book. How's that going, is it what you envisioned writing a book would be like?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marinka: I started working on my MS (ahem) just last week.  I keep emailing everyone I know things like "I'm working on my MS. I'm lonely!"  I'm pretty sure that they are all in the process of blocking my email address. But it's going pretty well. Help me.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Denise: Do you like feet?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marinka: The only body part that I hate more than feet is the belly button.  Please don't mention feet again. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Denise: What's your favorite part of twitter, blogging, or your online life?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marinka: The instant gratification.  People respond, I get to interact with them, all without putting on makeup.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denise: Do you think Brooklyn is really far away and do you hate going uptown?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marinka: I do think that Brooklyn is far and I don't like going uptown.   &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Denise: Have you been to Colorado and what's the first thing that comes to mind when you read the word, Colorado?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marinka: I've never been to Colorado and the first thing I think about is John Denver.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denise: How do you feel about Bloomberg spending $100,000,000 on his mayoral campaign?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marinka: It's his money, so I wasn't outraged. Except for that part of it that he spent having people call my house nonstop to ask if I'd be voting for him. Which I didn't. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denise: Share with us something you love to do for yourself, that makes you happy?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marinka: I get a massage every month. It's with a woman who does body work and she helped me a lot with my TMJ and back pain, so I call her it my physical therapy. It's a complete luxury and I love it. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would just like to end with a thank you to Marinka. She lives in an area of NYC that I spent time in last fall visiting an old friend, so I had fun focusing questions on her neighborhood. People who live in the West Village have an interesting psyche and Marinka solidifies my theory! I hope you take a moment to check out her blog, if you are the only person in the blogosphere that isn't reading her yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-5310990940680893980?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, a girl with the cheeriest smile and radiating blue eyes should have celebrated her 2nd birthday. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, I will think about &lt;a href="http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/"target=_Blank"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thenewbornidentity.com/"target=_blank"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; incessantly.
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&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day Maddie would be two, if she wasn't a star in the night sky watching over her family...
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&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sweet Girl. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Please spread your love at Heather and Mike's websites today, they can use some loving. Writing about Maddie today? Please link up with &lt;a href="http://amomtwoboys.com/2009/11/on-your-birthday/"target=_blank"&gt;AMomTwoBoys&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-8263703291765961713?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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If you live in Colorado, you know AFW very well. If you don't, well just count your blessings. The owner Jake Jabs is a very charismatic man who likes wild animals to accompany him in a stream of never ending television commercials. But back to my couch. It as purchased seven years ago when we moved into our new home, our first home. When we purchased the couch, we went the route of AFW because it was affordable. It took hours to find something that had simple lines and plain fabrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those simple lines in a sea of polyester southwest printed recliner lounging sectionals (as Jake ironically is modeling above), was a breath of fresh air. Heck, we even bought a matching oversized chair and ottoman to go with it. The sky was the limit at AFW. But let me end the wait, I'd like you to meet Big Green Couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvjFD5_KXYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/L56ZXXv245g/s1600-h/photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvjFD5_KXYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/L56ZXXv245g/s400/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402284423926930818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big green couch today is the kind that you almost sink to the floor in and really want to ask for an extra hand to help you get up from. But the beauty of big green couch is that the covers are machine washable, even if the washing over the last seven years makes those cushion covers no longer match the rest of the sofa. Washable covers are essential to me with the girls and the dog (who is NOT allowed on our furniture). Take for example Sunday, GL puts her smoothie on the arm of big green couch and big black dog milo's tail comes sauntering by and knocks the smoothie off the arm of the chair. Not onto the floor, but rather onto the couch, spilling on the cushions and the inside arm of the couch. Although it was a gigantic blueberry smoothie mess, it wasn't that big of a deal simply because it was big green couch. I mean really how could I get upset at the beast that's seen much worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most simply stated, I'm a bit over big green couch. It's been such a good investment over the years. It has served my family well. But I can't help but peruse websites for a new couch. For big green couch's replacement. If someone said, ok Denise your time has come, go pick out whatever you want. This is what I would choose:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvjFDwLmW8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/21gd3ANGpzU/s1600-h/CanterburySofaTeakS9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvjFDwLmW8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/21gd3ANGpzU/s400/CanterburySofaTeakS9.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402284421294742466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crate and Barrel's &lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/family.aspx?c=931&amp;amp;f=31350" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Canterbury Sofa&lt;/a&gt;. I'm at the phase in my life when I am not trying to find a couch to settle on, out of a warehouse of couches that aren't even close to my style or aesthetic. I want a beautiful couch, with some round lines. I'm not a huge fan of hard square edges. That's why the Canterbury is right up my alley. Oh and the lack of cushions in the back is even better. I've been jaded by my AFW big green couch and the filling of the back cushions has become all worn out and so they stick out into half of the seat cushions, which really annoys me. And to top off the beautiful look of Canterbury, it's eco-friendly. Click on the link for details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's time yet to commit to Canterbury, even though I find it affordable. I am instantly brought back to Sunday and the smoothie incident and if that happened around Canterbury, I think I would have cried and lost it. Gasp at the thought. Maybe I'll keep big green couch around until the IKEA opens up in Denver. Then invest in a reasonably priced sofa that can get me through the last of the sticky fingers, I spill everything, toddler years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just then, I hope Crate and Barrel still makes Canterbury because I can see it fitting right in my living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cityofhope.org/PublishingImages/Giving/Fundraising%20Support%20Groups/NHFI/West%20Coast%20Golf/jake_jabs_344.jpg" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;photo source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-1482480103182284329?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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He actually does scour the ends of the earth searching for the best and freshest snow to capture on film, every year. Oh and when I say FILM, I mean real 16MM Kodak Film. He is an integral part of making the annual feature length ski movie for Warren Miller Entertainment. The long and short of it is, he started out as an intern over a decade ago and let's just say he's climbed the ladder over the years. The tradition has always been to have a Friends and Family show at the Boulder Theater on a Saturday afternoon. The friends that have joined us have come and gone, some have stayed, and our family has grown. I always look forward to seeing the familiar faces at the Friends and Family show. To my friends who make it out, thank you it means the world to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking back at the photos and thought I would share. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year 2008, Warren Miller's Children of Winter. This photo was randomly taken by a real photographer as you will easily see by the ones following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvWgdzl5efI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xkSHi0vRcAE/s1600-h/WM2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvWgdzl5efI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xkSHi0vRcAE/s400/WM2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401399762026592754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These photos, are from 2007. Warren Miller's Playground. The perfect photo doesn't always happen on the first shot, especially wrangling the three of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvWgdnD2VeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qvMOIkiQlyE/s1600-h/WM1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvWgdnD2VeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qvMOIkiQlyE/s400/WM1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401399758662555106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvWgF_kX4pI/AAAAAAAAAgA/sdWp7eYF93Q/s1600-h/WM02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvWgF_kX4pI/AAAAAAAAAgA/sdWp7eYF93Q/s400/WM02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401399352924562066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Voile! Only if it was in focus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvWgFoCxCNI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Vu4fkBlU28Y/s1600-h/WM03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvWgFoCxCNI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Vu4fkBlU28Y/s400/WM03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401399346609588434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Warren Miller's Off The Grid, circa 2006 or a 8 month pregnant me. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvWgFY8zBlI/AAAAAAAAAfw/VQCt5J1epPo/s1600-h/WM20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvWgFY8zBlI/AAAAAAAAAfw/VQCt5J1epPo/s400/WM20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401399342558021202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The year was 2005, Warren Miller's Higher Ground:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvWgFPwon2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/QLpTXV0UaHo/s1600-h/WM05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvWgFPwon2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/QLpTXV0UaHo/s400/WM05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401399340091088738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Sj's second Warren Miller movie, Impact. 2004. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvWgFLvPlCI/AAAAAAAAAfg/UfU_ypVH94E/s1600-h/WM04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF4Ny7nEeqI/SvWgFLvPlCI/AAAAAAAAAfg/UfU_ypVH94E/s400/WM04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401399339011511330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think we got a shot in 2003, as I had a month old baby and we left at intermission. I was a nervous wreck taking my first born out into the crowds. I just remember her screaming half the car ride home as we were stuck in traffic from a CU Football game....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the memories.. Today we'll grab a new family photo and add another year to memory book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-2307652488057330299?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;But all I could think about is the state of our economy and how 100 MILLION DOLLARS would go a long way to help in so many different ways. Before I get to my list of ideas, I'd like to state some little facts I learned about Bloomberg when researching for this post.
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&lt;br /&gt;Michael Bloomberg in 2008 made the top ten list of the wealthiest Americans. His place, eighth. Net worth, 16 BILLION dollars. So really 100 MILLION DOLLARS is like me going out and spending a thousand bucks. Gulp. In Bloomberg's defense, he is a well known philanthropist. He's given John Hopkins University 300 MILLION DOLLARS from 1996-2002. He's given away hundreds of millions of dollars to numerous organizations from small to big. In 2007, he contributed 205 MILLION DOLLARS to charity. I guess I can't really be down on him, he is doing good.
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&lt;br /&gt;But what are some ways he could've spent 100 MILLION DOLLARS, other than chasing a third term as Mayor?
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&lt;br /&gt;1. According to &lt;a href="http://h2oafrica.org/"target=_blank"&gt;H2OAfrica&lt;/a&gt; a donation of $25 would provide safe drinking water to one person for life. Aka, 100 MILLION DOLLARS would provide 4,000,000 people with clean drinking water for life. Currently it is estimated 1.1 Billion people lack access to clean water around the world.
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&lt;br /&gt;2. For $36.71 in New York City you can feed a family of 6 for Thanksgiving, with a donation to &lt;a href="http://www.hlicnyc.org/pages/page.asp?page_id=74735"target=_blank"&gt;Box of Love&lt;/a&gt;. That would purchase approximately 2,777,777 boxes or feed 16,666,666 people. Their goal is to reach 7,000 families this year. Bloomberg could have done that for a mere, $259,000. 
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&lt;br /&gt;3. On October 30, there was a reported 8,930 families with children that were homeless in NYC. 37, 562 total. You don't need math to know even a mere 1,000,000 dollars could change homelessness for many of those people. 
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&lt;br /&gt;4. Students living in poverty are more than likely attending an underfunded school. On average schools in poor neighborhoods are receiving $1,500 less PER PUPIL compared to wealthier schools. Being a teacher, I know it's those underfunded schools that need at least $1,500 more per pupil than the average school. Bloomberg's money could have helped about 67,000 students that attended underfunded schools. 
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&lt;br /&gt;5. Let's just say the average cost of a college education is $100,000 dollars. Bloomberg could have paved the way for 1,000 kids to go to college, with out debt, living the American dream. 
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&lt;br /&gt;6. It is estimated that at least 100,000 people are still displaced from Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans. The population was 450,000 before the storm and numbers are just hovering around 309,000 now. This area still needs help. I am sure 100 MILLION DOLLARS would make a difference.
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&lt;br /&gt;7. According to &lt;a href="http://feedingamerica.org/"target=_blank"&gt;Feeding America&lt;/a&gt; a $1 donation provides 9 pounds of food to hungry American men, women, and children. Can you say, hello 900 MILLION pounds of food? Incredible. 
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&lt;br /&gt;8. Donations across the country are down at charitable organizations in general. Heck pick out of a hat, 1,000 charities and knock their socks off with a $100,000 donation each. I am sure they would be forever indebted and I can't imagine how many lives that would in turn touch. 
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&lt;br /&gt;9. I wouldn't mind a small personal donation of like $1,000,000 it would certainly take the pressure off I've been feeling financially. Just think he'd still have $15 BILLION 999 MILLION to play around with. 
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&lt;br /&gt;10. 47 million Americans were without health insurance last year and that number is expected to rise to around 57-60 million by the end of next year. I am sure 100 MILLION DOLLARS could help change those numbers in a heart beat. 
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&lt;br /&gt;11. I can only imagine what charitable research organizations would do with 100 MILLION DOLLARS, say Livestrong, Breast Cancer, Parkinson's, Spinal Cord Injuries, March of Dimes, on and on... The world may be a different place. 
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&lt;br /&gt;12. A micro loan to change a persons life can be a donation as small as $700-$800 in a developing nation and approximately $5,000 in the United States. The money is given as a gift to help them start a business and fulfill a lifelong dream. Once again, 100 MILLION, would give many micro loans. Here's a link to a site that provides micro loans to women who are survivors of war to rebuild their lives. &lt;a href="http://www.womenforwomen.org/"target=_blank&gt;Women for Women&lt;/a&gt;. 
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&lt;br /&gt;13. I didn't even scratch the surface on animal saving charities, green charities for research and development on new technologies to stop our foreign oil dependence, charities to save endangered species and disappearing rainforests. The list would go on and on. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in reality New York City has a Mayor for a third term. But could you think of another way 100 MILLION DOLLARS could have changed the world?
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Gosh and to think, some of you weren't even born yet. It wasn't a memorable year for the Yankees, from what online stats tell me they finished fourth in the American League. But looking back at the roster, the names are forever imprinted in my mind. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graig Nettles, Willie Randolph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bucky Dent, Lou Pinella, Reggie Jackson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the also year Thurmon Munson, the Yankees catcher, died in a small plane crash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up in New York with three older brothers, I knew the time would come when I would don the Yankees Uniform. Oh how I waited in anticipation to put on the pin stripes. As you can see from my stick figure, I am sure that uniform would have still fit me well into the mid-80's. Looking back on the photo, my hair isn't too different today, I just have to pay for that color now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father is "the" Yankee fan of the family, with of course my brothers following in his footsteps. If there was a soundtrack to my life, I swear it would have a Yankees' baseball game being broadcast in the background. When the Yankees weren't playing, we were watching my brothers play baseball at the local Babe Ruth Fields. Summer after summer, I spent many days sitting in the back of my father's Pontiac Station wagon watching them play. I'd always be begging my mother for spare change to buy a baseball shaped gum ball or a freezer pop when the New York humidity would get to me. Baseball was the essence of my childhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be the first to admit, I rarely watch a regular season game. Occasionally I'll flip through and watch an inning or two, but the games are so darn long. I just don't have the patience or time to watch 81 regular season games. Or however many there are, which I know is a lot. But in my heart I'll always be a Yankee fan. Once a Yankee fan, always a Yankee fan in my book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the Colorado Rockies, it's fun to go to a game every season. I love taking the girls, sitting down watching a game, eating all the food that comes along with the tradition of a live game. But i'll always wish the Yankees played just twenty minutes from my home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for tonight's game, well I can only hope the Yankees wrap up the series. I'll be rooting for the Yankees of course. The pinstripes may be gone, but the feeling never really leaves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Related post, my year playing t-ball in a boy's league: &lt;a href="http://eatplaylove.blogspot.com/2008/03/odd-girl-out.html"&gt;Odd Girl Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967311466732360390-3712738184865653253?l=eatplaylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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