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| July 10th, 2009....:_: Friday :_: |
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<3 Mars suggested I write about our wedding day from my perspective, and I thought it sounded like a good idea, so here goes! I woke up early on the morning of Tuesday, June 30th, with the usual anxious butterflies. I'd almost started getting used to them, since for the past week or so they'd make their presence known in the morning, preventing me from enjoying breakfast and keeping me notified that I was actually getting married in (n) days/hours. Though I constantly reassured myself and knew fully well that there was, in fact, nothing to be anxious about, some part of my subconscious mind apparently refused to heed any sort of logic or self-confidence. So I got dressed and Maris and my butterflies and I went over to the hotel's little café area for some sustenance. We charged some extremely overpriced bacon, fruit, and coffee to the room, of which I could hardly finish, and then headed back to begin preparations. As a groom, my preparations take far less time to complete than my bride's, leaving wide time windows to needlessly ruminate about what could go wrong and feed the fuel of anxiety. So, for the next couple of hours I just sat down with a book and tried to relax, enjoying the cool breeze and picturesque ocean view from our hotel room balcony. This actually worked quite well, until the time came for me to vacate and let the bridesmaids do their thing while the groomsmen and I rendezvoused in my parents' room on the opposite end of the hotel. It was 2:00 in the afternoon and our detailed and thorough timeline didn't require us men to be completely ready until 5:30, so we had some time to kill. My dad ordered room service and we watched a collection of viral video clips on one of the hotel's tv channels. As my groomsmen arrived we mostly just sat around and shot the proverbial shit. My sister and her boyfriend were sort of in and out of the room with us too, since she wasn't sure if she was to be included in the bridesmaids' room preparations or not. I reassured her that she'd be more than welcome to go over there, and I think once she did she ended up sticking around for the remainder of the afternoon, later comparing the temporary groosmen's den to be comparatively quiet and boring. After I'd munched on some club sandwiches and seen christian the lion twice, I decided I may as well put on my tux. I was definitely fortunate that there were others there to help me put it on properly, because I was clueless about how to adjust the suspenders and bowtie. Furthermore, it seemed Terry was the only one among us who knew how to properly integrate the cufflinks. With the french doors closed, tux on, and five guys getting ready in one room, it started getting stuffy and hot, so I opted to open them up and enjoy the perfect weather. The sun was warm, but the breeze coming off the ocean was just cool enough to balance it out. A couple of my norcal friends were there early and found me and some of my groomsmen standing around outside on the grass, so they met up with me and chatted for a bit before I went back inside to check on everyone else's progress. Eventually, 5:00 rolled around and everyone was present and ready to roll except for Justin, so I gave him a call. He was on his way, already dressed and set to go so I told him we'd be at the bar having some stiff pre-ceremony drinks to take off the edge. I usually dress pretty casually and most of the head turns I get are because I've got a neon pink-haired girl in my arm, so it was an unusual but not altogether unpleasant experience to walk down the hall with my dad and groomsmen in tow, decked out in our exceptionally formal tuxedos, carrying some classy canes, and being noticed and greeted by all of the guests and employees we passed. We hit up the bar and I got myself a Johnny Walker Black on the rocks, which went down nice and smooth. It definitely helped keep the edge off, but everyone kept asking me if I was nervous, which kept reminding me and returning those familiar tingles and coldness to my fingers. Eventually more of our guests arrived and ended up hanging out at the bar, too. Some of my Dad's family, Andre and Jen, Michelle and Erin, Gino, and some of Marissa's cousins found us there. Andre and Jen distracted me for awhile by explaining the premise and examples of "the deadliest warrior", which they'd been watching at Justin's place for the past couple days. Eventually Terry was instructed by Lisa, our wedding planner, to keep an eye out for the photographer. We were supposed to meet him in the lobby, but since we were all congregated and comfortable in the ultra classy bar, he ended up meeting us there. I was getting a little nervous because he was supposed to meet us at 5:30, and half an hour later still wasn't there. It turns out that he was taking photos of the bridesmaids since 4:30, and was having such a good time with them that he couldn't help but spend an extra 30 minutes capturing all of the fun, beautiful, magical things that happen in a bride's room. So eventually he found us and had us walk downstairs to the breezeway. I think he kept us busy enough with constantly posing for photos that I didn't have any more time to really contemplate anxiety. Many more of our guests were now gathering down in the breezeway, and as my groomsmen and I walked out there we heard a collective "oooooohh" from them, which was an awesome feeling. I don't think I'd ever been "ooh"d before. So we got some fun photos there with me and my men, and then a bunch more with family members and various groupings. Eventually he finished up and I was instructed by our wedding planner to look around for any important guests that hadn't arrived yet, like I could really think of that once my mind was back on this being the final moment. I reported back that I couldn't see anyone, so we were ready to begin! The guests were ushered to their seats, and our planner did last minute checks and said the magic words "beginning positions!" So we all got in to our starting places, as we had practiced the prior evening. My Dad in front, followed by myself, then Cob, the best man, and my other three groomsmen. As we stood around there waiting, trying not to be nervous, we were instructed to look straight out at the ocean instead of forward where we would be walking. I guess we looked a little too ready to roll and not enough on cool, collected standby. Cob and my dad grabbed some last-minute strawberry ice water from the cooler there, ensuring that their whistles would be sufficiently wet for their forthcoming speeches. After a few more minutes of quiet, slightly anxious chat, not unlike being strapped into a roller coaster and waiting for the final checks to be completed before shooting off, we were given the signal to begin. I followed my Dad up to where the digital piano was set up, trying to remember to smile and walk like I'm at a celebration and not a funeral, and sat down at the bench. Then I noticed that the piano book wasn't in the music stand. I'd brought it along because I hadn't quite memorized the first piece I'd planned on performing, Edward Macdowell's "To a Wild Rose". It's an exceptionally simple and slow song, but I think in it's simplicity there lies a vagueness that makes it harder to memorize than something much more complex and detailed. Additionally, it's so easy to sight-read that my usual muscle memory never really takes over while I'm playing. I'd practiced it enough that it was familiar to me to play by ear, but not to perform exactly as it's written. Anyway, I asked several times, as discreetly as I could, "umm...piano book..?" But nobody answered. To this day I'm still not sure where it went. So I just sat there and kept my eyes on the wedding planner, as she was to give me the go-ahead to start playing the first song. I couldn't remember exactly which hand motion was the starting signal, but she looked like she was doing something so I started playing as best I remembered. I soon realized that, not being used to an 88-key keyboard, I was actually playing an octave too low. So after the first 16 measures, I jumped up an octave like it was all part of the song. I continued playing, trying to rely on my selectively laissez-faire muscle memory, and ended up doing a sort of milktoast approximation. The melody was there, the chords were correct, but the notes weren't exactly as Mr. Macdowell had intended, so in my mind it wasn't as good. But it functioned. So I'm about halfway through the song, looking down the aisle, and nobody's there yet. I started wondering if I'd began with the wrong hand signal, or if I was supposed to wait for something else to happen, and if I was just making a fool out of myself by playing away up there at the wrong time. But eventually they did start walking up. I was relieved, but I was also getting near the end of the song. I'm pretty comfortable improvising and was considering repeating some verses, but the end had such a finality to it that I knew it'd sound weird as soon as I played. So instead I just tried tacking on my own ending, adding some slower and simpler chord variations until finally Irene came up at the back of the line and they were done. I set down my hands, trying to remain calm, and waited for my next signal. Soon enough, there it was, so I began playing the second piece for Marissa's entrance, Debussy's "Deux Arabesque". This one I'd committed to muscle memory, so it was simply a matter of relaxing as much as possible and letting my subconcscious brain do the work. It also does a lot of jumping up and down the keyboard so that I have to look at my hands frequently. Because of this, I was looking down for the majority of the intro. When I did take a moment to look up, there was my bride, slowly walking towards me, glowing in the sun that seemed to have just broken through the remaining cloud cover. There was just enough breeze to subtly toy with the locks of hair she'd left down, which was complemented beautifully by the bouquet she was holding. If it was a scene from a game I would have perhaps scoffed that they were abusing HDR bloom on her dress, but it was reality! For the past few day's we'd been a little concerned that her hair style, which had been meticulously prepared by her stylist three days prior, wouldn't stand the trial of a few nights sleep and days of traveling and general hustling around, taking care of business. But at that moment I saw her I knew everything had turned out okay, all of my anxiety subsided, and her smile was a radiant confirmation of that. Except I maybe got a little too caught up in the moment, because I felt my fingers fumble and hit a few keys that weren't quite right. Okay, back to business, I was ready to charge through the rest of the piece and get on with the ceremony! The rest felt like it flowed pretty easily. After finishing off, making sure to end it nicely and not sound rushed, I walked to the front of the aisle and took her hand. Then we walked up to the microphone and faced my Dad, and he began the ceremony. I think Marissa's evident happiness was contagious, because at that point I had a permanent grin on that would've taken a serious force of nature to bring down. I was so glad that this moment we'd been planning for so long was turning out exactly as we'd wanted, and that Marissa and I could share that joy without saying a word. I was almost too caught up in the bliss of that shared happiness to pay attention to what my Dad was saying, though I did notice he seemed a little bit nervous...which I thought was odd considering how often he does speak publicly as a lawyer. But he confessed that he was just getting a little choked up about it all, which was very endearing. So he gave part of the speech, then it was Melody's turn to do her reading. I knew she had some standing bets about whether or not she would cry during her speech, so I was amused to see her getting there, then taking a moment to regain her composure before continuing. But she won! Then it was Jakob's turn, and he narrated his reading well too, without rushing through. It meant a lot to have him participate in our wedding, congratulating us and celebrating our togetherness, because there had been friction years ago between he and Marissa and I. Although I believe that's all long in the past now, it felt like a definitive confirmation, and part of a welcoming acceptance of Marissa into the family. After Cob was done, my Dad finished off the ceremony with our vows. All we had to do is say the "I do" part, so it was pretty easy. I felt like I should say it into the microphone so everyone could hear, but the mic was very directional and didn't pick up my voice anyway, so I ended up just looking kind of silly doing that. My sister brought us our rings and we put them on each other for real (as opposed to testing them out when we received them from my aunt). I thought it was kind of funny that Maris had forgotten to take off her engagement ring, but I probably would've done the exact same thing. Then my Dad pronounced us, we did a standard wedding kiss, then turned to face our guests. Stood there for a little while, then walked down. I'm sure they were all applauding but I was so absorbed in my state of joyful accomplishment that I don't even remember hearing them clapping. We walked back to the corner and enjoyed some dangerously easy-to-drink champagne and hors d'oeurves while the guests were ushered to the bar area for cocktails. I was too happy to even pig out on hors d'oeurves, but the champagne went down great. Soon enough our wedding party was amassing around us and congratulating and joking and already having a good time. It was agreed all around, the ceremony was a huge success, perfectly tailored to what Marissa and I wanted. And now it was time to parttyyyyyy~~~ (i'll save that for the next entry, this one's long enough!) |
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| July 8th, 2009....:_: Wednesday :_: |
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One of the women I work with is a former language arts teacher, which is why I was pretty surprised when she posed the following question: "What's an ISBN? Do we use those?" Of course, the real kicker is that we work for a publisher. Our company's primary goal is to create and sell books. And she's a high-ranking sales rep for the company. |
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| July 7th, 2009....:_: Tuesday :_: |
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Some time ago I found myself discussing music with an Australian friend via one internet messenger or another. Eventually the conversation slipped to Triple J's Hottest 100 countdown and how she had been listening to it earlier. I tell her that I had been as well. It is perhaps my own fault for not mentioning that I was listening online, but being that she knew I was an American and had not traveled to Australia I can find no excuse for the following exchange. Her: You've been listening to Triple J? Me: a little bit earlier. Her: Oooh, did you buy an Aussie radio on eBay? ....because that's how exactly how radios work. And I suppose if I bought an English television set I'd receive all the BBC channels by default. |
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| July 10th, 2009....:_: Friday :_: |
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this post kept me laughing this evening..and I was in need of a good laugh. some of these statues are so bad and some are just really scary. waxwork MJ |
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I finally rock at folding a fitted sheet! yay! I love having everything clean, tidy and pretty. O says I am too clean. *snort* ..well..we ALL can't live in squalor now can we. I dust, vacuum, mop..I love my mop and especially the bucket!! I wash my dishes every evening. the pillowcases are changed twice a week. the sheets usually about 1.5 weeks.. because I shower before bed. I clean everything with baking soda, vinegar, hydrogen peroxide and orange essential oil. I like being busy cleaning and making everything pretty. I don't like constantly cleaning up after someone else, though! why are so many men so incredibly messy?? the horrors I have seen and been told. I am not exaggerating but he's learning. umm...I'm going to go fold another fitted sheet just for practice :) |
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| July 9th, 2009....:_: Thursday :_: |
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(If we aren't allowed to make posts about tips, please let me know/delete this post. I didn't see anything in the rules. Thanks!) So I work at a small local diner. I work mostly double shifts 4 times a week (lunch and dinner for a total of 10 hours). We're definitely busier at lunch than we are at dinner, so when 4:00 hits, I'm just wanting to get out of work as fast as possible as I rarely make much at dinner. I was asked by my manager to take a party on Wednesday night, and I agreed. I had one table (a four top) before this party came in. ( here's what went down ) |
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you knew these were coming  ( gifs under cut for dial-up users ) |
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So, this question might be overly simple, or even just ridiculous as I'm a 21 year-old woman whose had a checking account since she was 16, but I need to start sticking to a serious budget. Up until this point a more foot-loose-fancy-free method of "uh, I know I have roughly 'x' amount in my account so I better not spend more than that" has worked without major consequence, but as I've gotten older I've taken on more and more of my expenses, and I am becoming more and more aware of the potential peril of my unreliable mental math. Do you have any good tips for starting a budget and sticking to it? Better yet, starting a budget and tracking it? I know the obvious answer is "just frickin' do it," but aside from that, any friendly tips? Thanks in advance! |
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The tomatoes today Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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| I am the proud child care provider for an adorable and incredibly sweet little 20 month old girl. She's generally very good and low maintanence, but over the last two or three weeks, she's been horrible about removing every stitch of clothing she's wearing, along with her diaper. Sometimes if I don't catch her fast enough, she'll pee on the floor. The last two days in a row, I've put her down to play after lunch so I could clean up or use the bathroom, and as soon as I go to the playroom, she's pooped in her diaper, removed it, and then peed on the floor. I've tried everything I can think of. Swatting her hand and telling her no does nothing. Taking away her toys does nothing. Time-out does nothing. I can't leave her alone for even a couple of minutes while I run to the bathroom, or to answer the phone or let the dog out. She’s not ready for potty training; we’ve tried and she’s just not making the connection. I'm at my wit's end. I know kids go through this phase, but I've never seen it this bad before. Any ideas, short of duct taping her diaper to her butt? LOL. Any advice would be so greatly appreciated. Thanks. | ||||||||
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Every week I'll usually thaw a bag or two of frozen veggies - either the mixed vegetables (peas, carrots, corn) or spinach and eat them as a side for dinner throughout the week. Hot sauce is my typical flavoring but I'm interested in any other suggestions for what I could use to change up the flavors. a couple things though: I'm lactose-intolerant so no cheese/butter/cream unfortunately. I do drink almond milk though. I'm also not a big fan of curry. Anything else is game Edit: thanks for all the suggestions so far, I already have a short list of seasonings/spices to get (I probably should have these on hand anyways). I appreciate any other ideas! |
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| What is your fabric refresher of choice? Especially if you have pets. Febreeze (even the extra strength) doesn't work for me. I have two cats and two dogs, and my couch is stinky. What do you use that works best? | ||||||
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It's raining buckets and I can't find my umbrella. As I watch the heavy raindrops knock the leaves off the trees outside my bedroom window I curse under my breath. I've got an appointment and I'm running late. The rain's going to make me even later. Trying to weave ... |
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If there are any problems with the comic or website, or if you have any questions, comments, or complaints you would like to address directly to Randy, please email him at choochoobear@gmail.com. |
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Inspiration:
Randoms: me: nails too long Theron: just chew them off me: am about to my nail clippers have disappeared me: nnnnneeeed cuttters pinkies hurt first which is just weird Theron: hangnails? me: both both long nails and hangnails a tortured life I lead, I know Theron: lol How I'm doing/Main Topic: iPhone Apps
---------------------------------------- Accomplishment: With Theron's help, I'll have a dog crate soon, just in case! Yeah Freecycle! Confessions: I bought a cable that wouldn't let go of my phone this morning. Almost had a stroke until the stupid 3rd party accessory let go. Of course it was user error... the thing has little teeth to hold the cable in place that none of my other cables have. If you are telepathic and heard a weird silently screaming out "Don't hurt the iPhone pins! Don't hurt the iPhone pins!" ... that was me this morning. Thankful: I am thankful for... ... bandwagon people that are nice enough to smile when saying "I told you so." ... |
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I am in the process of building a really large community website. I am very comfortable with html, php, and css (as in I can code html from scratch and then I find other things and edit them) and I am quite experienced with using Wordpress to make websites also. Because of my comfortability with wordpress I thought I would use it to make this community site rather than trying to learn another solution. I spent an entire week working more than fulltime hours (was on vacation from work) doing the site only to loose the entire thing. I was pissed but it's good because it allowed me to re-evaluate the features I wanted and restart with a clean plate. I am just about to start again and now I have started wondering, should I be using wordpress? I have had Joomla recommended to me but have never used it before and so am not sure how frustrating it will be to use a new solution. I am one of those people that always fiddles with every single script I get to make it EXACTLY how I want it and if I am not able to do stuff like that with Joomla because of my inexperience, but rather be stuck only with pre-made solutions as they are, I might go insane. But I am thinking it is a better solution than wordpress because I had a lot of trouble integrating things in wordpress. Can someone tell me please, with Joomla, can you have users and then control what they can and can not do? (as in they can post articles only to certain sections / categories, can make some of those categories require moderation but not others, are able to post comments to articles they are not authors of, etc). Also can you integrate a message board within the site utilizing their own usernames which has a profile they can fill out? In your opinion should I stick with what I know (wordpress) and keep tweaking the scripts and widgets until it is right or would I be better off going with Joomla even though I am learning from scratch? |
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Go from this:  To this:  Easy gimp tutorial, I really don't know if it's translateable. Hope you like! :D (And so the Lion fell in love with the Lamb...) |
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Hello hipsters! i am having problems w/ my gas grill, and i have tried google w/ little success, so i thought y'all could help! ( Cut for your convenience )
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I've tried craigslist as was recommended but I'm just getting spam and really WEIRD emails from there about it (scams, maybe?)... ( so i'm gonna try here? ) |
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| July 8th, 2009....:_: Wednesday :_: |
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 Is there any place better to get an appreciation of art than at Value Village? ( Oh, it gets worse. (23 more horrors behind the cut) ) Starts okay, gets steadily worse. (Scroll to the bottom for the best/worst stuff.) |
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So it all begins with a white woman crying about the lack of sisterhood because some black women aren't fawning over her for dating a black man. This starts off a thread by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} talking_apple, which will come back up later.witchsistah is a bit upset about the generalizations, to say the least. She brings her rage.Another post continues the sisterhood! neo_prodigy brings some win to the comm and explains what's going on, and talking_apple hangs on to her privilege with a death grip.talking_apple is now unsure of what the community is for and polls the members.After that, an entire post about talking_apple and her recent blatherings.Well, after that, talking_apple is having none of it and flounces from the entire community and in fact starts trolling in order to get banned because The flounce is just what makes it, I think. eta: and a few hours later we have flounce deletion. She was so proud of herself I didn't foresee a deletion, so I didn't get caps. Anyone? |
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Hey folks: I thought there was a command in HTML 4, or CSS that drew boxes around something the web master wanted. Such as a block of text. But I can't find the command. Did I dream this? If so, how does other sites make this, without resorting to JS, or Flash? Is it just graphics, and if so, is the connection lines graphics, or just standard lines that are connected? Thanks - Shado |
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http://medtronicdiabetes.com/lot8/ Got a package of 10 free Quicksets today from Medtronic They are recalling all lot numbers that start with 8, and are replacing them. Just thought I'd pass it along, in case anyone using these did not know yet. |
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First time poster and, to top it off, had to snap these on my cell because I didn't have my regular camera. So, apologies for the relatively low res- hope it's still entertaining despite all that. These are from a local Goodwill that I visited for the first time today. I actually found some stuff I wanted (a lovely little ceramic Japanese-style tea set with pot AND six cups for $7?? HELL YES), but there was also some stock that was good for a laugh. Though I didn't have room on the phone to cover quite everything that amused or confused me, there's still a LOT of images here, so I'm putting most of them behind a cut (except one), and they will progress from the moderately odd to the disturbing. I was going to put them all behind a cut honestly, but... this one needed the ultimate level of exposure. He just did. I'm sure you'll agree:  That is a tiny little Mattel-produced toy turtle. If you roll him across a flat surface on his belly, these little gears turn and he "swims". And yes, that is a black and silver skull and crossbones rather expertly painted and/or drawn on his back, in what appears to (potentially?) be Sharpie marker. It was 20 cents. I... couldn't resist. I actually bought it. Come on though... like you wouldn't even consider it?? :P And now for the rest of the list, ranging from the slightly perplexing to the o.O ( Read more... ) |
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For those that didn't read my HORRIBLE VIBRATOR post, I work at goodwill. I get to see a lot of stuff, the worst stuff never hits the shelves. The "best" gets put out with everything else. I am a pricer but there are several others so I don't always get to pick what goes out and what stays in. What may be garbage to me, may be treasure to others. Here are a few of the best things I've found (and managed to take a picture of) during the last few weeks. ( Odd sheep, old fashion, LSD wolf clocks and more ) |
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Anyone here know of a place that will buy a used washer and dryer from me AND pick it up? I live on the third floor and really don't want to carry it down there when I move! Thanks in advance. Everyone here always has really awesome suggestions. :) |
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