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The Hair Saga: Dusty Rose or Passion Pink?

Y’all… I just watched a tribute to the music of the Bee Gees last night, so I currently have the songs Night Fever and Staying Alive on a constant loop of annoyance in my brain space. Slap a disco ball on me and call me Travolta! I’m really mostly sorry you had to miss the dancing because woo boy… if the Village People were present they’d have arrested me on the spot… for serious!

In other news, I got a “tip” on how to better color stubborn grey hairs… I usually just buy a box of dye at the Wally World and slap that sucker on like it’s 1952. It’s worked fine, except for the fact that I still see errant greys sticking out in my bangs and temple regions… I’ve pretty much pulled way too many grey hairs out my head as that was my method of covering grey for many years, so I have like 12 hairs left. When I was getting my hair cut the other week, I asked the stylist for some tips… and tips she gave. Go to Sally Beauty, pick a color (lighter than the color you want because it always colors darker) and then 2 different developers, a stronger one and a not so stronger one. Okay… well, how easy is that said the grey hair puller chic!

When I was at Sally Beauty Supply looking through the hair colors, I ran into a lady in her 50s or 60s? I can never guess with ages… she turned to me and was all like, which color do you think would look best on me… this dusty rose color or passion pink? Seeing as I have a conservative stick up my butt and the last thing I did that made me stand out in a crowd (well, besides weighing 530 pounds at one point) was split my pants open (and that wasn’t on purpose), I was about to point her to the mousy brown section, when she threw in the hot pink color to the choices. Okay, Jem and the Holograms… but where’s Rainbow Brite!?

I settled on a brown color with a reddish tint to it since that’s my natural hair color… even picked the lighter shade since that was part of the tip. To make a long story less long, Saturday night’s mixture made me look like Anne of Green Gables on steroids… wayyyyy too reddish pinkish… not the pretty color of red either. The next day I used a brown color from Wally World, that I already had in my closet, over top of it hoping it would temper the brightness… it sure did Gertrude… if you enjoy your hair being purple. Whatever… I will give that lady one thing… my greys were sure as heck all covered up after that ordeal. It’s been a few weeks of hair washing and the color has tamed down quite a bit, so I don’t mind it now even if it’s not the color I wanted. Moral of the story, go with dusty rose… always!

How is everyone else doing this rainy April!? Anything new and groovy?

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The purplish hair (after the 2nd dye job)… you can’t tell how purpley it was because of the lighting… but let’s just say if the Hot Pink chick was looking for someone to play in her Jem Band, I was her girl!

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Lookit! It’s Piggy Baby BoBo!

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BoBo wants a sandbox, Lindsay! Hello!

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Electricity What!?

It’s okay y’all… I’m alive to tell the tale. I just spent a harrowing 2 hours without electricity last evening. Oh my laws was it ever rough! It was like I was basically channeling Laura Ingalls Wilder, except the water still worked… and I had a charged phone… and… okay, it was nothing like the Ingalls clan… unless you count the fact that I had to eat my dinner cold because the microwave doesn’t work without electricity! Not the microwave too!? It was my weekend to work, so I was in the middle of proofing a report when it happened… a large explosion sound coming from the garage and then the power went out, and it was a dark and rainy evening in October so I was pretty sure the headless horseman was wreaking havoc amongst the wires in the garage! What do we have you for, George Jefferson, the Stray and Slightly Feral Cat!? I had no warning from you! Selfish feral cat anyway!

We texted the entire neighborhood to see if anyone else’s power was off, and it turns out there were only 4 houses with power outages, so we had to comiserate about our rotting refrigerator contents… okay, that was false too. I was the only one worried about rotting refrigerator contents after 10 minutes of no power. One of the neighbors happened to call the power company and they gave an estimate of 8:00 for the power to be fixed and back on. Great jehosephat… it was 5:15 when it went out! I cannot live in such squalor! I panicked because I had work and homework to do, and without Internet, none of that was getting done, so I determined I would drive up to USU to do some homework while I waited. It was pouring rain, so by the time I parked and walked to the library I looked like a drowned rat, sat down in a chair to do my homework and I get a text that the power was back on! THE HUMANITY! What a waste of time y’all! I am not cut out to be an Ingalls! The lifetime of scars I have after that 2 hours… ūüėõ

BoBo’s like, hey errybody… I got new shoesies!

Baby BoBo and a baby piggy! Come on!

It’s just the right temperature for a swimsie! ūüėõ

In other news… it is October and it is fall and… enjoy some fally pictures!

Oh Autumn…


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Let’s Be Cooler This Week…

This past week has been an interesting week for me. Interesting in that it has been as weird as anytime Kanye West opens his yapper. I would say it was a bad luck week, but I just started my positivity movement 5 minutes ago, and it would suck to already break my 4-1/2 minute positivity streak! YAY, WHITNEY!! Dang… back to 0… I just complained about my new neck pillow… it’s awkward y’all! Because my old one disintegrated in the washing machine this weekend after 2 years of regularly washing it once a week… and I’d just broken it in too! Let’s take a moment to mourn the neck pillow. Okay, moving on.

Summer semester also started this past Monday, after a 3-day break from spring semester ending… which made me all cranky, and now I’m pretty much on a strike because it’s taken me all dagnabbed week to read 30 pages in my sociology book, it’s Sunday night and I still have 7 pages left, the homework assignment and the quiz. Homework… let’s be cool and start doing you, okay!?

Classes for summer semester include a juvenile delinquency course for my sociology minor and a physics course dealing with the universe and cosmology, which is required and my guidance counselor has told me I needed to take it every semester now for the past 4 years and I’ve put it off, but now I only have like 3 semesters left (2 after summer) and I sorta can’t put it off any longer. I cried for like 5 days when the first assignment this week was an algebra quiz. Uhhhhh… the last time I did algebra was in high school, and I don’t mean to date myself, but that was longer than 10 years ago, but less than 100 years ago… you do the math! Math deals with numbers… why do I have 15 letters in these dang equations! I’ve been watching algebra tutorials all week long, and it’s like watching someone giving a lecture on molecular fusion… except more annoying. It would work better, if you’d tutorial the exact same problems I’m doing, YouTube geniuses! Let’s hope that Whitney’s brain develops a love for all things mathematics before the end of the semester… but let’s not hold our breaths!

Rounding out the weirdness, I spent 5 hours in the dentist’s chair and 1000 bucks… spent 700 bucks to get my Beulah the Buick car’s air conditioner fixed (after 4 years of not having an air conditioner), only to have it break again the next day. Yep… she’s going back into the shop on Tuesdee… and then I somehow threw out my back and couldn’t move or walk for 4 days… which was cool and all because it gave me an opportunity to start my new positivity movement, which I will have to start again after I finish writing this post… see how hard it is to be positive!? Well, I’ll be Aunt Bea!

Lookit… BoBo has moved on from grand theft autoing Beulah the Buick to sports cars… we always knew he had good taste in criminal activity.

He says… I so proud of myself!

Happy Birthday to my Dad (yesterday)… He turned 65 years young and doesn’t look a day over 64! I meant 40! Stop it! I’ve said this already in an FB post and a card, so I’m kind of like a really broken record, but the thing I most took away from my dad is hard work… he’s worked hard all of his life and taught my sister and I to do the same. He was also a great example of service. He’s done many services quietly and without being asked to friends and neighbors. Hope year 65 is a good one, Dad!


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No Blinking For You!

Apparently, according to the picture on the Google homepage, it’s some dude’s birthday who can bend himself into a pretzel. ¬†Um… kudos, I guess? ¬†If I ever bent myself into a pretzel, it would only be because I hacked off my legs and arms in a wheat threshing incident. ¬†That’s the only possible way pretzel bendiness be happening over in this hemisphere.

In even less interesting news… let us all take a few moments to mourn the loss of the view from my backyard this week. ¬†The dudes from the city have been digging and wreaking havoc amongst the greenery and prettiness all dagnabbed week to make the canal water run underground instead of above ground like most people like it. ¬†They’ve also been falling huge-mongous trees, and whenever the biggest part of the trunk hits the ground the entire county shakes. ¬†I was pretty sure at least 3 times on Friday that I was in the midst of an earthquake… where’s my tuna fish storage, y’all!?!? ¬†Sustainability… tuna fish and kidney beans. ¬†Apparently, I’m also going to have to cut off all of my taste buds during any natural disasters, the second coming, and/or the apocalypse.


And after…

This picture was taken before they had chopped the rest of that tree trunk down… and no I didn’t bother beautifying the pic… what’s the point!?!?! ¬†ūüėõ ¬† If y’all need me, I’ll be wallowing in the paper mill they’re donating these trees to. ¬†Next time you write on a legal pad, think of my dear tree friends.

The other thing we need to mourn is Beulah the Buick as Whitney’s vehicle of transportation. ¬†She’s served me not well for many years now, but this past week her blinkers went out and I’m pretty sure it’s connected to the other issues, i.e., the reason why the speedometer, gas meter, and mileage counter don’t work, which is electronical and would cost way more than the car is worth to fix. ¬†I was hoping she would hold ¬†out until I graduated… but of course, she doesn’t think of these things… selfish Beulahs! ¬†If anyone knows of a “sweet” ride, and by sweet I really mean old and grandma-ish that’s for sale for a reasonable price, give me a heads up! ¬†I’m in the market for Beulah’s cuzzin’s sister.

It’s finals week this week… praise all that be holy… but let’s wait to praise any holinesses until I’ve finished my 2 finals. ¬†If anyone needs me this week, I’ll be the girl pulling her hair out trying to remember useless facts and Italian words. ¬†Also, how dare they have finals week so close to Christmas! ¬†What kind of Christmas break is that!?!?


Finally… CONGRATS to my cuzzin JenJen and family on their newest darling addition, Livia Grace. ¬†She joins big brothers Cruz and Blaize! It looks like¬†Cruz just loves his little sister! ¬†I’m excited to meet her one of these days! ¬†You hear, Jenner!?


BoBo picture of the week… I think he asked for a baby piglet, Lindsay… er, I mean Santa… get on that!



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Oh, Music…

Y’all… I’m running on my raunchy-and-too-dang-cold-for-my-bones tank, so if I come off kind of like a neandrathal at an all-you-can-kill wildabeast conference, you’ll know what’s up. ¬†I’m having a hard time adjusting to the cold… per usual. ¬†I really wasn’t made for cold weather (well, to look at me of course I have enough insulation to keep a small army of whales afloat, but that’s beside the point). ¬†When’s the nearest Mayflower leaving for the warm part of the shores? ¬†I’m on that boat faster than Ma in her Kerchief and Pa in his cap.

In other news, this weekend was one full of music… the good kind of music, not that crappy stuff that sounds like my cat got her paw caught in a bear trap. ¬†The first instance was our annual attendance at the American Festival Chorus and Orchestra Christmas concert with special guests Kurt Bestor (on piano), Jenny Oakes Baker (on violin), and Jenny Jordan Frogley (on vocals). ¬†Y’all Cache Valleyites… if you live in this valley, enjoy music, and like Christmas and unicorns, you need to find your way to attending this concert every year. ¬†They do a fabulous job and always make me want to frolic through the snow wearing jingle bells and a candy cane… plus other clothes, get your mind outta the gutter for crying outloud! ¬†If you read my first paragraph, you’ll understand what a frigging big deal me frolicking through any kind of snow is! ¬†We took a selfie when we arrived because we’re all approximately 14, and I didn’t want to post it because it’s kind of a craptastic picture, but I can’t not because of the priceless goobery photobomber in the background.

Security!!!!!   Looking at him, pretty sure I could take him with 3 hands tied behind my back.

Just trust me… next year… DO IT!

The next musical weekend note was the annual First Presidency Christmas Devotional on TV tonight.  Starting the Christmas season right with some music from the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, yo!

Lastly, there was the Grammy’s Frank Sinatra 100th Birthday tribute. ¬†Points to self… TOTAL FRANK SINATRA FAN GIRL right here. ¬†I’m well versed on all of his music and can’t recall a standard that Frank didn’t do to perfection. ¬†We’ll skip over his scandulous personal life and keep it with the music. ¬†They had a fabulous line up of talent to sing his songs (on account of the fact that he ain’t alive anymore), like Harry Connick, Jr.; Carrie Underwood; Alicia Keys; Garth Brooks; Trisha Yearwood; John Legend; Adam Levine; Usher; Celine Freaking Dion, just to name a few. ¬† If they repeat it during the holidays sometime (highly likely) and you enjoy you some Frank music, watch it! ¬† Here’s one of my favorites… “I’ll Be Seeing You” by Trisha Yearwood.

And here’s a link to more performances before I get carried away and post them all: ¬†Sinatra 100 Grammy’s


You will all be happy to know that LucyFur the Pink-Nosed Cat Deer has been reunited with her long lost deer friends. ¬†She sure did miss them all year. ¬†I am not exaggerating when I say she sits and naps practically right on top of these deer on a daily basis… she thinks they are her family… which is weird because I ain’t never seen a couple of polk-a-dotted-antler reindeer with holly berry embellishments.

PS: ¬†For those of you who asked for the cranberry salsa over cream cheese cracker dip recipe that I talked about last blog post and that just so happens to be to die for… Linkety link: ¬†Cranberry Salsa. ¬†Try it!

For your viewing pleasure, the following is Baby BoBo Bear cussing out the horrible people in the world… you go Baby BoBo Bear… I agree… those horrible people just got owned by a baby BoBo!


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Thanking My Lucky Clementines…

Y’all… run out to the nearest grocery bin and buy up all the Cutie clementines! ¬†They are finally in season and mark my words when clementines are in season they are in season for approximately 52 minutes before the nastier Cutie mandarins come in and take their place. ¬†I’ve held a grudge against the nastarins (nasty + mandarins = nastarins) since I figured out the sly trick they pull every year. ¬†Right now I have 3 bags of clementines for me alone… will that be enough to last the whole winter? ¬†NO! ¬†I need more! ¬†Someone check back with me in 2 weeks and ask me how many moldy rancid clementines I have. ¬† Answer… at least 3 bags give or take how many more I buy between now and then in my panic to preserve clementine season.


It’s that time of year… the time of year I quit being crusty for 4-1/2 seconds and reminisce about the things I’m thankful for… this year and every year. ¬†Again, broken record here, but I’m just going to point out that the things I’m thankful for every year rarely change. ¬†Funny how that works. ¬†I guess if I can continue being thankful for the same things year after year after year, that is only ever a good thing, and must mean that those things I’m thankful for every year are constants and not fleeting flash in the pan happinesses. ¬†I’d say that requires another bag of clementines in celebration. ¬†CLEMENTINES FOR EVERYONE! ¬†Without further adieu, my thankfulnesses 2015 version, in no particular order.

I’m thankful for my family, for the people they are and the support they show me. ¬†It’s nice to know that a group of wild hyenas have my back at all times… even if most of those times they may or may not want to stab me in it… understood… I’ve seen it all on 48 Hours: Mystery. ¬†I’m thankful for my innocent sweet baby BoBo and his ability to bring us all together and make us all smile and remember what this life is all about.


Side note: ¬†Madre is a serious baby BoBo hog and everyone on all sides of the family know what to do when she is around… tie her to the nearest chair and haul off to the next county with the baby in tow.

I’m thankful for sweet friends, those who I may not see or talk to on a regular basis, but when we do get together it’s like no time has passed at all. ¬†I truly cherish the friendships I have made over the years and am thankful for all that you put up with to remain my pal. ¬†CLEMENTINES FOR YOU ALL READING THIS!

I’m thankful for gifts and talents that I’ve been blessed with. ¬†It’s easy for me to compare myself to others, and when I do I fall 8 billion miles short on all fronts, but I fail to remember that I’m here to be Whitney… unique in abilities and talents. ¬†I’m a conglomeration of all the things God saw fit to bless me with, and to take those for granted would be doing a big disservice to my Heavenly Father and to myself. ¬†I’m thankful for my ability to become one with a song, one with the lyrics and the music until it’s like I’m living whatever journey the song is taking me on. ¬†I’m thankful for my interpretive skills and for the joy, peace, and comfort that singing brings me. ¬†I recently did a 45-minute singing and nondancing program at the Maple Springs Assisted Living in Brigham City a week or so ago. ¬†I found myself griping about feeling flustered trying to get off work, and drive the 30+ miles each way in the middle of a work day. ¬†Madre asked why I always say yes, and it was only then it hit me… because that’s where I get my joy. ¬†Those sweet assisted living folks aren’t the benefactors, I am. ¬†So, thank ¬†you for indulging me and letting me find my joy on occasion. ¬†In the meantime, I’ll sit down and shut up on the griping front.

I am thankful for a God who is quite the painter of beauty. ¬†The nature that he blesses us all with, ever changing with the seasons, is something that I never get tired of looking at… and attempting to photograph on my 0.000000555 pixel camera phone. ¬†My majestic mountains that let me know I’m home… the trees like tall spindly kindred spirits. ¬†One of my favorite things to do is to watch the clouds. ¬†Those fluffy balls of cotton roaming amidst an ocean of blue sky bring me so much peace.

I’m thankful for my freedom and the ability I have to geezerify my way through college at the ripe old age of 20 plus 90. ¬†I’m also grateful that there is now a light at the end of my neverending schooling tunnel. ¬†When I first began 4 or 5 years ago now, ¬†I was overwhelmed by how long it was going to take me to finish only going part time so that I could also work full time. ¬†The thought of it made me want to quit on the spot, but I’ve stuck with it. ¬†I’ve surpassed every negative “can’t do it” thought and busted my way through to near completion… me, the girl who is known for starting things but never finishing them.

I’m thankful for a job, a roof over my head (even if I daydream way too often about a place of my own), food on the table (too much of it most times, but food nonetheless), my best kitty Lucy-Fur (even if she’s annoying the heck out of me at nights now that it is getting cold and she wants in and out of the house 1200 times per night). ¬†I’m grateful to live in a country where we have access to clean water and education and freedoms that some countries don’t even get to dream of.

I’m thankful for so many more things, but this is getting long and my eyes are getting heavy, so I’ll stop here for now. ¬†I’m thankful for all of you! ¬†Now, go out and buy you some dagnabbed clementines!


Makayla and Corbin and I played a game of… uh… who knows? ¬†Pretty sure there were no rules until I broke one, and then they made sure to announce the new rule on the spot!

I’d also like to introduce you to a special guest we had to dinner tonight. ¬†An original cast member from the Ten Commandments movie wearing her costume and everything!!! ¬†For those of you who consider my mom a fashionista, I’d like to introduce you to her Sunday evening attire…


I rest my case…

Baby BoBear has discovered hims cute tongues…

Happy THANKSGIVING this week y’all! ¬†If you’re traveling, do it safely. ¬†If you’re not traveling, eat some turkey wearing Madre’s Sundee finest in her honor!


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Brooks, Yearwood, and Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother…

History repeats itself, they say (stop it you they people) and I’ve certainly repeated my history too many times to count. ¬†I better just not even bother making a list. ¬†First part of September sometime, I learned that Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood were coming to Salt Lake City for the first time in like 17 years. ¬†As a teeny bopper I listened to Garth Brooks’s greatest hits cassette tape like it was going out of style the next day (side note: ¬†the cassette tape had already gone out of style, but I like to hold onto the geezer technology ways for as long as possible… plus my parents were still playing their record player, so I couldn’t see them buying my butt a CD player… as if their hair follicles were made of million dollar bills!) ¬†Also, Trisha Yearwood is like one of my voice idols and I pretty much owned every single last one of her CDs after I had turned 16 and got a job to pay for them.

I convinced Madre that we needed to go (although she was NOT as excited as I was) and so we geared up to hop on the computers the morning the tickets went on sale. ¬†I pride myself on being a ticket snagging queen… I have specifications of what kind of tickets I want (aisle seat, on the floor, no nose bleeds allowed), and I’m pretty persistent in getting my way in that regard, but Garth Brooks tickets… that’s a whole ‘nother beast in and of itself.

Madre and I hopped on the computer at 9:00 that morning to get in the invisible online ticket que… even thought the tickets weren’t to go on sale until 10:00. ¬†CoughcoughGEEKScoughcough… that’s kind of like hanging out at the Star Wars convention invisible chatroom. ¬†When 10:00 hit, we tried every trick in the book, getting seats, putting them back, getting back in line… etc., ad nauseum… waiting for the precious aisle floor seats to pop up… but they never came. ¬†Every seat we got on 3 computers and 2 phones was in the upper bowl nosebleed section in the middle of a dagnabbed row. ¬†PASS!!! ¬†They added 2 more shows to the 2 they started with and still the same results… nosebleed, nosebleed, nosebleed. ¬†After a few hours, we finally gave up the ghost and I decided to try to talk myself into not wanting to go. ¬†Weeks passed and I had convinced myself it would be a hassle to go anyway. ¬†Totally talked myself out of it. ¬†I truly did NOT want to go.¬†¬†It was during this time that Madre decided she REALLY wanted to go… we usually agree on things, but never at the same time.

The day before the 4 concerts began, we hopped on KSL Classifieds, found us some dagnabbed seats (NOT on the floor, but aisle seats and lower bowl would have to pass), and so I went through my usual anxiety process of deciding I might not go anyway… what if the seat was too small… too much trouble… too much traffic… too too too too… ¬†Such is the life of my brain every time I go anywhere right up until I’m actually sitting at the event. ¬†The seats? ¬†FREAKING AWESOME…

Oh hi, Big G! ¬†Plus, the seats were the ones without arms and padded, not the usual stadium seating… how lucky could a ball of anxiety gal get?

By the by… if you were wondering… Garth Brooks can put on a dang show, sons and daughters. ¬†Firstly, he’s like the Energizer Bunny on 12 different kinds of caffeine and a no-doze IV. ¬†He spent nearly 3 hours sprinting around the stage, jumping onto dangerous scaffolding and throwing water at the audience… all while still singing. ¬†Uh… I could barely hold my phone up to take a picture while singing, so I have no idea how one does all that in this altitude!

It happened to be this past Saturday, Halloween. ¬†So, there were a bunch of people wearing costumes… 2 rows in front of me sat an older lady dressed as Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother who was overly excited every time someone wearing a costume walked by her and had to take a picture of them. ¬†I’m not sure who she was there for… the costumes or Brooks/Yearwood. ¬†Either way, she brought in all sorts of illegal substances as well… a gallon-sized water bottle from home filled with some sort of mystery “juice.” ¬† Probably prune juice… Cinderella was big on that.

About halfway through, Trisha Yearwood appeared straight out of the floor to sing her duet with Garth,¬†In Another’s Eyes. ¬†It was a surprise to Garth (re: his reaction in the video below) that she happened to be dressed as Elphaba, the wicked witch with green skin from the musical Wicked.

Not gonna lie… it was a bit weird hearing that magnificent voice come out of a green face. ¬†But, I support all colors of voices… puke orange, purple, green… It’s not easy being green…. so says Kermit. ¬†My only complaint… Trisha didn’t sing long enough! ¬†She had 5 songs and an encore at the end. ¬†I guess I’ll just have to dig out my 85 CDs and listen to those instead.

For anyone who wants to experience Friends In Low Places.  Note the falling paper streamers at the end!

The finale… green-faced Trisha dressed down singing¬†Walk Away Joe¬†while Garth accompanied her on the gee-tar.

We interrupt this concert recap to bring you cute Baby Weird-Hatted Fireman BoBo. ¬†He had a shift at the fire department Halloween night, so I’m sure that’s what happened to the hat.

… and scene…

Was it worth the anxiety and the ticket issues… as they say in Cowboyville… yer darn tootin’ Trudy! ¬† One of the best concerts I’ve been to (on par with Celine Dion). ¬†I’m not sure if Madre would agree… tell the people Madre? ¬† Brooks/Yearwood… don’t make it another 20 years before you come back to SLC again! ¬† You can leave Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother in the fairy tale, though.


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