What is up with girls being such bitches? I know I have the ability to be terribly mean, and I have been on many occasions. There is a time when a girl has to be a bitch. For instance, you are hanging out with a group of friends when you notice some other girl hitting on your boyfriend. Being a bitch in a situation like this is acceptable. Lets say there’s a GINORMOUS sale at Kohl’s and you are sitting, patiently, with your blinker on, waiting for an elderly couple to beack their car out of a supreme parking space when out of NOWHERE someone pulls into it and then flips you off when you honk at them. Another situation that I find bitchy behavior acceptable in.
However…
It is not okay to just lie and make up stories that are so obviously untrue just to hurt someone.
Last night in a rather heated phone conversation, which I thought was between me and one friend, was interrupted by his wife. Basically, this guy, we’ll call him P (for POSER), might have done something pretty rude and nasty to a friend of Jake’s while posing as Jake. Now Jake is sure as the sunrise that this guy did this, I am not making any accusations but I have no doubt in my mind that he would do something like this. So last night the guy calls Jake up and he’s denying everything and Jake is accusing and I am just trying to eat supper. Jake said, “Yeah? Well, good luck!”, and slammed the phone down. I asked him what was going on and he told me that P said he was going to sabotage our computers.
I called the guy back and was speaking calmly and nicely and I told him to just grow up. I said that I didn’t know what any details were about what was going on between him and Jake but to just grow up and leave our computers alone because they are mine too and he has no right to fuck around with people’s stuff like that. Then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, his wife (we’ll call her HB, for the heinous bitch that she is), butts in and has the audacity to say: “Ask Jake about cheating on you. Ask Jake about the girls that he has been seeing behind your back.”
It was hard for me to stifle a laugh when she said that. I still calmly asked her to just stay out of things. Truthfully, I believe without a doubt that this was all brought on by her incessant bitching about P and how he helps people with computer problems and doesn’t charge friends. I’m sorry; I thought friends did things like that to help one another out. They have the nerve to say that we have never done anything for them, but they seem to have forgotten all the times that we hauled P’s ass around because he doesn’t have a license, (what kind of worthless late 20’s male doesn’t have his license anyway??), all the times that I have fed him supper for helping with computer problems, all the booze that he has drank while I sit around and listen to him bitch about his wife and what a bitch she is.
Yeah, ya hear that, HB? Your husband calls you some pretty shitting things behind your back. Frequently.
Whatever. I mean, basically he was admitting his guilt in the mystery IM that was sent bny totally avoiding the question and turning the whole situation around. I am glad that this happened when it did because I don’t want to be friends with people who are going to be fine one day and then complete monsters the next. Fuck that! We are all adults and past all of that bull shit. Well, obviously not all of us. The dumb thing is that they are mad because we don’t go over to their house and hang out with them. HELLO!! YOU HAVE PSYCHOS FOR KIDS. WE ARE NOT KID PEOPLE IN THE FIRST PLACE SO WHY WOULD WE EVEN WANT TO GO OVER TO YOUR HOUSE AND RISK SEEING YOUR 3-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER, WHO IS JUST NOW POTTY TRAINING, PLAY IN HER OWN SHIT??? No thanks!! By the way, HB, have you even ever seen my house? NOPE, YOU BITCH ABOUT HOW WE DON’T COME TO HANG OUT AT YOUR PLACE AND YOU HAVE NEVER EVEN BEEN TO OUR HOUSE ONCE!!!!!!!!!!! Fucking hypocrite piece of shit!
The thing that upsets me here the most is not that both of these people turned out to be complete worthless ass holes, and it’s not that someone we trusted broke into Jake’s Yahoo Messenger and sent blasphemous IM’s to a good frined and mentor of Jake’s. It’s not even the fact that he threatened to sabotage our computers and network, or whatever. What upsets me the most is what his fat ass bitch of a wife said to me about Jake being a cheater. I have said since I have know Jake that “I am the most loyal person I know, and I would cheat on Jake before he would even consider cheating on me.” I stand by that everyday, and I always will. This other girl has admitted to me that her husband, the poser, has cheated on her in the past, and I think to myself, “Wow, she must have pretty low self-esteem to stay with some guy that cheats on her.” I still think that, and I liked this girl.
Obviously I am a pretty vengeful person and I will be the first to admit that I am bitchy plenty of times when I shouldn’t be, but one thing I would NEVER, EVER do is make up some shit like that. I don’t care if she decided one afternoon for no reason whatsoever that she hates me with the fire of 1000 suns. I don’t care if she calls me names and calls Jake names. Sticks and stones, Bitch. Seriously.
I will never understand why some girls have to make things up like that to try and cut another one so deep. I never did anything to this girl. Obviously by feeding her husband supper once in awhile and driving him around we “used” them, but other than that I did nothing to either one of them. Like I said, I am glad that this all came to a head. I would not want to remain friends with someone that can’t potty train their daughter until she’s 3, and that leave their 2-year-old son in a height chair in a dark kitchen while the rest of the family sits in a different room together.
Just what this world needs is a few more fucked-up kids due to bad parents. Oh, and by the way, I got the computer fixed.
If P would stop and think for a minute he would realize that I couldn’t have the job that I do if I were as stupid as I make myself out to be with computers. Maybe he’ll realize that we were having him over to our house so we wouldn’t have to be around the kids and we could all still hang out. It seems to me like the guy lets his Heinous Bitch of a wife keep his balls in her pocket.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Spring Cleaning
I have been in quite the spring cleaning mode lately. I think it’s the nice weather that has been inspiring me to kick some ass and get things done on our house, (too bad the contractor doesn’t have the same fire lit under him!). The past few weekends Jake and I have done nothing but work out in the yard or purge the closets and boxes full of shit that we have not used since we moved into the house. We now have a healthy stack of boxes full of stuff for a garage sale. I am starting to think thought that a garage sale might be too awesome of a feat for me to embark on this spring/summer. It would probably be easier for us to open our own Goodwill store out of our garage.
The extent of our spring cleaning has not just been restricted to boxes on unused junk and forgotten about clothes though. Our spring cleaning and OCD habits of organization have spilled over into more personal and social aspects of our lives. I think our attitudes have even rubbed off onto a few of our friends given some of their recent decisions too.
Divorce is a pretty big and heavy word. Unfortunately it is all over the place, but I have been lucky enough that that I have never had to deal with it in my life. What I mean is that no divorce has directly affected me. You know how there’s a saying about how deaths come in sets of three? Well, I think the same is true for divorce.
The pastor of the church that I have attended for years has just announced that he and his wife are divorcing. I don’t know an exact number, but they have been married for over 30 years. Not many people are actually shocked to hear this news, but some of the details/gossip that I have heard is pretty unbelievable. Divorce is a bad thing no matter how you look at it. It can affect so many people in such terrible ways, but I think it is even more devastating coming from a person in a position such as “pastor of a church”. A pastor is just human just like the rest of us, but because of what he does he is heald at such different standards, more is expected of him. Better is expected, and demanded of him. Not only does it affect his family, but it affects the congregation that also serves as an extended family.
One of my nearest and dearest friends is also going through a divorce. This girl’s marriage has been in trouble since before she even met the guy, but regardless of that, it still hurts and it’s still a terrible thing. They have been the stereotypical vengeful couple about everything too. It makes me sick to think of they way that they are treating one another, and it makes me wonder if either of them are even worth being friends with.
Another friend of ours, actually we are good friends with both of them, are going through a separation. Once again, this is a sickening situation because not only are they hurting one another, but they have kids. The details that I have heard about their situation are pretty graphic, and they make me blush just to think about them even now. He is actually crashing with us right now, and every other night so is his 5 year old daughter. Everyone knows that I am not a big fan of kids, but I have found myself falling in love with this little girl. It breaks my heart to see what her parents are doing to her, obliviously because they are too busy trying to hurt one another.
So back to me again…
I have “cleaned” out some “friendships” as well. To be perfectly honest, I thought that I would feel terrible after emailing a rather mean-spirited email to someone that I had once considered to be a good friend. In my opinion, she crossed that friendship barrier WAY too many times for me to just simply forget about anything anymore. I did what I considered to be best for myself, I used my blog as a outlet, like I have so many times before. After incessantly bitching about the situation, I did feel better. Unitl a couple of days later when I got an email from her. All of those ill feelings came rushing back up. I did nothing but bitch to Jake and my mom about it for DAYS. In her email she had told me that she was willing to “patch things up” and she “was leaving the ball in my court”. I wrote an email, a rather long email, and I didn’t hold anything back. Why should I keep worrying about her feeling and start taking care of mine? I wrote the email and left in it my saved drafts folder for days. I read and re-read it dozens of times; I was hesitating once again because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Well, finally I came to my senses and thought fuck it, and I sent it.
I feel lighter and happier having done that, *pats self on back*. And I would be lying if I said it didn’t bring a smile to my face when I think about how that probably hurt her in one way or another.
I just really hate lying bitches that live in their own distorted versions of reality. Won’t it be grand when this little thing I like to call REAL LIFE sets in and they find out the hard truth of things? In the words of Staci Bowers, a girl that I knew in high school, “Walk a mile, bitches. Try on a pair of my shoes and walk a mile, and then we’ll talk.”
Another of my friends that I have decided to have nothing to do with, I have already mentioned. Remember the story about the couple that recently separated that has the little girl that has the little girl that has been staying with us? Well, the female in question has been a good friend of mine for quite some time. There are always 2 sides to every story, and for a few days the only side to their story I got was his. Last night I finally worked up the nerve to call her and find out what really happened. Not that I didn’t believe him, but you know how girls are! After hearing the sordid tale, in more detail that I could have ever wished for in a late-night Jenna Jameson special, I determined that she’s just not the type of person that I am comfortable calling a “friend”. I am sorry, but I have always maintained that I am not the type of girl that is a cheating whore, therefore I am not going to take the chance of people getting the worng idea about me based on who I am hanging out with. I am not the type of person to give a danm about other people’s perceptions of me, but I am not going to risk having my character damaged in any way by someone that can’t keep her married legs closed. Just my opinion though.
I think Jake is about ready to do some spring cleaning of his own friends as well. I don’t know any details on this situation really. Jake is the type of person that yells and mumbles and makes ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE WHATSOEVER when he’s pissed off. Hopefully he’ll cald down at least enough to explain what he’s so mad at this guy that has been a friend of his for a long time. I know bits and pieces, and let me tell you, just the notion that this guy probably did what Jake has accused him of doing, disgusts me.
I gotta tell ya, I am feeling better and better about EVERYTHING in my life these past few weeks since I have exorcised the bad and negative influences that I have had in my life. LORD knows that I have put up with some of them for way too long as it is. Now if we could just get this problem with the contractor taken care of…
The extent of our spring cleaning has not just been restricted to boxes on unused junk and forgotten about clothes though. Our spring cleaning and OCD habits of organization have spilled over into more personal and social aspects of our lives. I think our attitudes have even rubbed off onto a few of our friends given some of their recent decisions too.
Divorce is a pretty big and heavy word. Unfortunately it is all over the place, but I have been lucky enough that that I have never had to deal with it in my life. What I mean is that no divorce has directly affected me. You know how there’s a saying about how deaths come in sets of three? Well, I think the same is true for divorce.
The pastor of the church that I have attended for years has just announced that he and his wife are divorcing. I don’t know an exact number, but they have been married for over 30 years. Not many people are actually shocked to hear this news, but some of the details/gossip that I have heard is pretty unbelievable. Divorce is a bad thing no matter how you look at it. It can affect so many people in such terrible ways, but I think it is even more devastating coming from a person in a position such as “pastor of a church”. A pastor is just human just like the rest of us, but because of what he does he is heald at such different standards, more is expected of him. Better is expected, and demanded of him. Not only does it affect his family, but it affects the congregation that also serves as an extended family.
One of my nearest and dearest friends is also going through a divorce. This girl’s marriage has been in trouble since before she even met the guy, but regardless of that, it still hurts and it’s still a terrible thing. They have been the stereotypical vengeful couple about everything too. It makes me sick to think of they way that they are treating one another, and it makes me wonder if either of them are even worth being friends with.
Another friend of ours, actually we are good friends with both of them, are going through a separation. Once again, this is a sickening situation because not only are they hurting one another, but they have kids. The details that I have heard about their situation are pretty graphic, and they make me blush just to think about them even now. He is actually crashing with us right now, and every other night so is his 5 year old daughter. Everyone knows that I am not a big fan of kids, but I have found myself falling in love with this little girl. It breaks my heart to see what her parents are doing to her, obliviously because they are too busy trying to hurt one another.
So back to me again…
I have “cleaned” out some “friendships” as well. To be perfectly honest, I thought that I would feel terrible after emailing a rather mean-spirited email to someone that I had once considered to be a good friend. In my opinion, she crossed that friendship barrier WAY too many times for me to just simply forget about anything anymore. I did what I considered to be best for myself, I used my blog as a outlet, like I have so many times before. After incessantly bitching about the situation, I did feel better. Unitl a couple of days later when I got an email from her. All of those ill feelings came rushing back up. I did nothing but bitch to Jake and my mom about it for DAYS. In her email she had told me that she was willing to “patch things up” and she “was leaving the ball in my court”. I wrote an email, a rather long email, and I didn’t hold anything back. Why should I keep worrying about her feeling and start taking care of mine? I wrote the email and left in it my saved drafts folder for days. I read and re-read it dozens of times; I was hesitating once again because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Well, finally I came to my senses and thought fuck it, and I sent it.
I feel lighter and happier having done that, *pats self on back*. And I would be lying if I said it didn’t bring a smile to my face when I think about how that probably hurt her in one way or another.
I just really hate lying bitches that live in their own distorted versions of reality. Won’t it be grand when this little thing I like to call REAL LIFE sets in and they find out the hard truth of things? In the words of Staci Bowers, a girl that I knew in high school, “Walk a mile, bitches. Try on a pair of my shoes and walk a mile, and then we’ll talk.”
Another of my friends that I have decided to have nothing to do with, I have already mentioned. Remember the story about the couple that recently separated that has the little girl that has the little girl that has been staying with us? Well, the female in question has been a good friend of mine for quite some time. There are always 2 sides to every story, and for a few days the only side to their story I got was his. Last night I finally worked up the nerve to call her and find out what really happened. Not that I didn’t believe him, but you know how girls are! After hearing the sordid tale, in more detail that I could have ever wished for in a late-night Jenna Jameson special, I determined that she’s just not the type of person that I am comfortable calling a “friend”. I am sorry, but I have always maintained that I am not the type of girl that is a cheating whore, therefore I am not going to take the chance of people getting the worng idea about me based on who I am hanging out with. I am not the type of person to give a danm about other people’s perceptions of me, but I am not going to risk having my character damaged in any way by someone that can’t keep her married legs closed. Just my opinion though.
I think Jake is about ready to do some spring cleaning of his own friends as well. I don’t know any details on this situation really. Jake is the type of person that yells and mumbles and makes ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE WHATSOEVER when he’s pissed off. Hopefully he’ll cald down at least enough to explain what he’s so mad at this guy that has been a friend of his for a long time. I know bits and pieces, and let me tell you, just the notion that this guy probably did what Jake has accused him of doing, disgusts me.
I gotta tell ya, I am feeling better and better about EVERYTHING in my life these past few weeks since I have exorcised the bad and negative influences that I have had in my life. LORD knows that I have put up with some of them for way too long as it is. Now if we could just get this problem with the contractor taken care of…
Thursday, April 17, 2008
The SWEETEST Thing I Have EVER Read
This is one of the kindest things I've ever experienced.. I have no way to know who sent it, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service.
Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she d ied, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:
Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, `To Meredith,' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven.
Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.
Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love.
Love,God
Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she d ied, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, `To Meredith,' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven.
Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.
Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love.
Love,God
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
To be 6 Again
A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what she'd like to have for her Birthday.
"I'd like to be six again", she replied, still looking in the mirror.
On the morning of her Birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to Six Flags theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, everything there was.
Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down.
He then took her to a McDonald's where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake.
Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&M's. What a fabulous adventure! Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, "Well Dear, what was it like being six again?"
Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. "I meant my dress size, you dumb
ass!"
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is gonna get it wrong.
"I'd like to be six again", she replied, still looking in the mirror.
On the morning of her Birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to Six Flags theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, everything there was.
Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down.
He then took her to a McDonald's where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake.
Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&M's. What a fabulous adventure! Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, "Well Dear, what was it like being six again?"
Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. "I meant my dress size, you dumb
ass!"
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is gonna get it wrong.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
The Pastor's Ass
The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again. The local paper read:
PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT
The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read:
BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS
This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day:
NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN
The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read:
NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10
This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild. The next day the headlines read:
NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE
The bishop was buried the next day.
The moral of the story is . . . being concerned about public opinion can bring you much grief and misery . . even shorten your life. So be yourself and enjoy life. Stop worrying about everyone else's ass and you'll be a lot happier and live longer!
PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT
The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read:
BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS
This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day:
NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN
The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read:
NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10
This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild. The next day the headlines read:
NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE
The bishop was buried the next day.
The moral of the story is . . . being concerned about public opinion can bring you much grief and misery . . even shorten your life. So be yourself and enjoy life. Stop worrying about everyone else's ass and you'll be a lot happier and live longer!
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
WE GOT A WII!!!
So yesterday I checked our checking account online and found out that my tax checks had been deposited. Whoopie!!! I decided to go to Wal-Mart on my lunch break to celebrate by buying junk that I don't need. I filled my cart with low-calorie snacks for work and home and a few odds and ends of things that I needed. While I was standing in line to pay there was an announcement made.
"Attention all Wal-Mart shoppers. We have just received in our latest shipment of Wii's. If you would like one please come to electronics. Thank you."
I backed my cart out of that line as fast as I could and ran back to the back of the store where electronics is. I was the first person to get one! I was so EXCITED that I left my purse sitting on the counter after I paid for it!
We went to the game store in Kendallville last night to check out the used games and got Zelda: Phantom Hourglass, Guitar Hero: Ledgens of Rock, and some deep sea diving game that I think Jake is going to make me take back.
I ended up going back to Wal-Mart after work and wearing my hair different and buttoning my coat up and buying another onf for Faye Sassanella. Mom had mentioned to me the other night that Faye was wanting one so I gave her a call and offered to pick one up for her. She accepted my offer right away. There was my good deed for the day I guess.
I can't wait to get home and play it tonight!!
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