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Confession Of An Introverted Mother

When I was growing up there was a conversation that happened repeatedly between my mother and me.

“Why don’t you go talk to so-and-so (call them, go to a certain place, do a certain thing)?” She would ask.

I would shrug, “I don’t want to.” I would tell her.

“But WHY?”

“Because I’m shy,” I would say and go back to reading my book.

“You’re not shy!” She would declare, and she was right. I’m really not. I’m not timid. I was always happy enough to raise my hand in class or take a part in the church Christmas program.

I was probably 35 years old when I finally found the word I was looking for.  Not “shy,” but “introverted.”

Thank you Facebook with all your silly little quizzes and pop culture therapy for explaining this word to me!

Confession of an Introvert Mother | LazyHippieMama.comIntroverted people are not necessarily timid or frightened in social situations, but they do find social interaction to be work. For an introvert, to be around people is to be constantly giving of your own mental and emotional energy. An introvert doesn’t get charged up in a night club full of people. They get sucked dry. That doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy the great music or good food or stimulating conversation. It just means that there is a limit to how much of that type of situation they can take before something inside starts to feel withered and weary.

The same is true if you’re with just one person, it just happens more slowly.

The only way to “recharge” is to be alone. Totally alone. I’m talking solitary confinement: locked in a room with no phones or social media kind of alone. After a while the internal balance is restored and we introverts can crawl back out of our cave and rejoin polite society once again.

Spend 5 minutes on social media and you’ll find links like this one, this one and half a dozen others that will explain exactly how all this works.

So, finally, I had a word to explain the way I felt and I came to understand that being an introvert is not better or worse than being an extrovert any more than having blue eyes is better or worse than having brown eyes. It just is. Some people are one way, some people are another way. It takes all types to make this big beautiful world go ’round.

I understood that when it came to interacting with the world at large, but it actually took another couple of years to figure out that it applied at home as well.

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Somehow, the great cosmic soup ladle stirred the ingredients of Handsome Hippie Hubby and my children and, from two fairly extreme introverts, produced two obvious extroverts.

You know those kids who will sit happily coloring in a corner for hours, serving tea to their teddy bears and humming a little tune? Yeah… my children are pretty much the opposite of that. They want to have someone over to visit or they want to go to someone’s house. “Let’s go to the mall, the store, the park, the library!” they beg. We are often busy every single day and evening of the week. We’ll get to Friday night and the only two things I want in the whole entire world are space and silence. Do I get space and silence? Not so much. What I get are two children literally climbing all over me, physically in my space and peppering me with: “Let’s play a board game, read a story, go for a walk, ask someone over for dinner…”

I have, at times, done what any rational person would do: Locked myself in the bathroom. Of course, then they just stand outside the door and continue the litany but at least there’s a buffer zone.

I share all that to get to this:  being an introverted mother can be a really guilt-ridden experience.

I have had moments where I think, “I just want them to go away and LEAVE. ME. ALONE.” Instantly, I’m repentant. Please, God, don’t take my kids away and leave me alone! I don’t really want that.

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A friend of mine recently said, “I can’t imagine sending my kids away for the weekend. I just love them so much I don’t want to miss a single moment.”

Oh, the guilt!

I WANT someone to take my children for the weekend! Someone I know and trust and love, of course. I want to know they are safe. I know that I would miss them. I’m sure that I would, every few minutes, all weekend long, have that, “Gosh, I hope they’re OK,” feeling in the pit of my stomach. I love those little people so much it hurts my heart! But… 2 days and a whole night without anyone climbing onto my shoulders or pulling off my glasses or asking me what the meaning of life is?

Ahhhhh……  just the thought of it makes the knotty muscles in my shoulders relax.

Another friend recently confessed that she’s thrilled that her 20-something kids still live at home. “I can’t imagine them ever leaving. What will I do?”

I just smiled and nodded politely while my brain painted a picture of me, stretched out on the sofa – the whole sofa, one end to the other – reading an entire novel, cover to cover without being interrupted. That’s what I would do. And when I was done I would stretch and smile and send a text (introverts will avoid the phone as much as possible. I can’t exactly explain why but every introvert I know feels the same about the dreadful things.) to my grown children and tell them, I miss you and I love you with all of me and I hope we can get together for dinner tonight. And I will mean it. Because after the whole day alone I’ll be ready to exist in community again.

A third friend said to me, “After a whole morning of homeschooling and then going to the grocery store I’ll come home and go straight to my room and lock my door and not come out for half an hour.” I looked at this woman who loves her family with an obvious, tangible, fierce passion and I was so relieved to know that I was not alone. You know… philosophically speaking.

And that was a good thing.

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Stolen Woman – A Book Review

Stolen Woman by Kimberly RaeWhat would you risk? That’s the question posed on the cover of Kimberly Rae’s book, Lost Woman.

If you met a 16 year old girl who was being sold by human traffickers and she was begging for your help, what would you be willing to do to save her?

Ms. Rae sent me a copy of her book for review and I am so happy for the opportunity to share it with you. You should read this! If you are part of a women’s book club they should read it, too – and discuss it at great length. If you have a teenage daughter she really needs to read it.

In many ways I very strongly related to the main character, Asha. She is a young woman who has lived in America for as long as she can remember. One year over summer break from college she has the opportunity to travel to India as a short-term missionary. It is there that she learns a horrifying reality that too much of the world remains silent about. Millions of people, primarily women and children, are stolen from their lives and sold as slaves every year.

When Asha gets to know one of these women she learns some of the horror of what the girls face as well as how difficult and dangerous it is to try to help them escape from the life they’ve been forced in to.

This issue is one that is dear to my heart and one I’ve written about on this blog before (here) so, of course I was thrilled to learn that a talented author had written such a captivating story that helps to raise awareness. This extraordinarily serious problem will never be solved if no one is willing to talk about it!

In addition, though, I found Asha so very relatable! Like her, I grew up in a Christian home, surrounded by Christian people and attended a Christian college. As a young person I had not had a great deal of exposure to cultures or belief systems beyond my own and when I first went into the wider world and saw what was outside my previous little bubble of existence I, like Asha, had something of a crisis of faith. Why would God allow something like this to happen? How can people who call themselves Christian turn a blind eye? What can one young woman do to make things right?

I so hope that you will find time to read this book and buy a second copy to share! It would make a great Christmas present for an avid reader. I’m certain that you will enjoy it and be challenged by it as much as I was!

Stolen Woman is available on Amazon. This is not an affiliate link, I just wanted to give you an easy way to get a copy for yourself. Happy reading!

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Winter “Life Hacks”

Winter Life Hacks | LazyHippieMama.comAs a Michigander, born and raised, I’ve learned a thing or two about winter. Lenawee County is no Fargo, ND or anything but in an average winter our temps hover in the mid twenties during the day and we’ll get about 3 feet of snow before the spring thaw, which any gardener will tell you is just before Mother’s Day.

Then there are years like last year. The average temperature last winter was slightly below, “OMG, Hell itself must be frozen solid by now,” Hell is a city in Michigan, by the way. True story. Google it. Our snowfall was extraordinary too. We were careful to constantly dress our toddler in bright colors just in case he fell in. At one point we had to dig the car out. I don’t mean we had to clear the driveway behind the car. We actually, literally had to assess the lumps in the snow, determine where the car was, swim across the snow to get to it, and dig it out.

And now the Farmer’s almanac is saying this year will be similar. Hmmm… guess we’ll find out.

On top of the "mountain" the snow plow created.

On top of the “mountain” the snow plow created.

Did I ever tell you I lived in Arizona for eight years? True story. I came back to Michigan, in part, because I was homesick for seasonal weather. I just thought I’d share that glimpse into my insanity.

Anyway, I thought I’d share a few of the tips and tricks I’ve picked up and ask you if you have any of your own.  If so, by all means, please leave them in the comments!

#1 – Improvise an ice scraper.

If you have a lovely modern vehicle with a satellite radio and a sound system custom designed to make the best use of your MP3 player, I salute you. You probably also have a remote starter and a defrosting system that is actually warm enough to melt frost.

 If you, like me, are driving a 15 year old van that can barely muster up enough warm air to blow the fog off the windshield when it’s 50 degrees and raining then you, like me, may still be able to enjoy the Madonna: The Immaculate Collection cassette you bought (explicitly disobeying your parents’ forbidding of such music) in 1991. Cassette cases make perfect frost scrapers! CD cases and credit cards will do as well, in a pinch, but they just don’t fit in your hand like a good old tape box. See? There’s a silver lining to every cloud!

#2 – Dress warm!

If you keep a heating pad by your bed to soothe those winter time aches and pains turn it on and lay it on top of your clean clothes in the morning before you put them on. When you get dressed they’ll be fabulously toasty!

#3 – Stop the draft.

Doors that have a drafty gap at the bottom can be sealed up easily for pennies using a piece of foam pipe insulation, cut open along one side.

#4 – Invest in some litter.

Keep a large bag of cheap, non-clumping kitty litter in your trunk all winter long. The extra weight will be useful on slippery roads and if you get stuck in the snow or ice sprinkling a generous amount of the litter around your tires may be enough to give you the traction to get back on the road.  Your car’s floor mats will also serve as traction in desperate times, but driving on them with snow/ice/mud/salt/yuck covered tires really isn’t good for them so try the kitty litter first.  Make sure it’s not the clumping stuff, which may react weirdly to the wet environment.

Winter Life Hacks | LazyHippieMama.com#5 – Rescue your dry skin.

I get extraordinarily dry skin in winter. Places like the space in between my fingers and the corners of my mouth will actually crack and bleed. Believe me when I tell you I have tried just about every “extra moisturizing” product on the market over the years. Then I started breastfeeding and found the best product in the universe for people with this issue – lanolin. Not lotion WITH lanolin. Pure lanolin: the kind they sell as nipple cream in the baby department.  On hands and feet, slathering it on and covering your skin in loose fitting cotton socks or gloves…. ahhhh…. a bit of bliss, I tell you!

#6 – Make the most of your baking.

Cook in the oven frequently. Leave it open to cool when you are done. The heat from the oven will help warm the house.

#7 – Light ‘em up!

Likewise you can add heat and improve the ambiance by burning candles. Of course, keep an eye on them and make sure they’re in safe places, but you’d be surprised how much heat a few tiny candles can generate in a small room!

#8 – Save water.

While we’re on the subject of heating tricks, consider plugging the bathtub drain while you shower and leaving the fan off and the door open. Humid air is more conducive to heat than dry air so your whole house will benefit from the steam and the hot water in the tub will continue to release heat and steam for some time after you are done.  Putting a pie tin with a bit of water in it on your heat vent will increase the humidity in the air as well.

#9 – The right shoes for the occasion.

For staying warm outdoors, choose shoes with rubber soles over other types. Rubber is a fabulous insulator!

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#10 – Double up your mittens.

If you just can’t get your hands warm, try a pair of those really cheap stretchy gloves from the dollar store under a pair of bulky mittens. The combination of tight fitting and loose fitting will more than double the warmth factor. In cold weather, layers are priceless.

#11 – Let the sun shine!

Winter Life Hacks | LazyHippieMama.comIf it’s not the cold, but the dark that gets you down open the blinds and face the sunlight as early as possible each morning.  If you wake up in the dark and you’re under fluorescent lights by the time day breaks your body gets very confused and stressed.  Even just standing in a sunny window for a few minutes each morning can help reduce winter time blues.

#12 – Quick dry.

If your shoes get really wet, stuff them with those super-absorbent micro-fiber towels they sell in the automotive department. They will suck the moisture right out of the fabric of your shoes, leaving them only the tiniest bit damp. Don’t forget and leave them in there, though, or you’ll end up with a wet, stinky, moldy mess. Ew.  30 minutes or so should be more than sufficient.

#13 - Have a lot of sex.

Hey, any survivalist will tell you that skin-to-skin is the fastest way to warm a cold person. And, it’s dark by 5pm. And you’re not safe out driving around on those slippery roads so… you know… let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

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3 Things You Never Need To Say and 3 Things You Can Say Instead

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I’ve overheard a few comments lately and it made me realize that there are a few statements that simply never need to be uttered.

1. “You’d feel better if you stopped your bad habit.”

Fat people know they are fat and that they would feel better if they would eat less and exercise more. Smokers are aware of the Surgeon General’s warning. Alcoholics figure out pretty quickly that it’s the drinking that’s leading to the morning headaches and digestive issues. People who bite their finger nails, consistently skip meals, spend too much time gaming, procrastinate, obsess over clutter or do anything else to an unhealthy level are generally aware that there is a better way. Yet we humans are a flawed bunch with a tendency toward vice.

2. “That was a really stupid thing to do.”

This just happened to a friend of mine. He did a stupid thing. He got hurt. He missed work, got behind on bills. It was a fiasco. Looking back it was clear that he shouldn’t have done the stupid thing. Having it pointed out by multiple people did not fix anything. It did, however, go a long way toward humiliating him and adding to the depression he was experiencing from having his world crumble after doing a stupid thing.

3. “You can’t (insert dream here).”

Haven’t you ever heard of Helen Keller? The Wright brothers? That guy who broke the 4-minute-mile barrier? It’s not your place to squash anyone’s dream. You know what you can’t do? You can’t know the power of someone else’s passion.

On the other hand, there are some things that are very nearly always appropriate.  If taking the above statements out of your vocabulary leave you with nothing to talk about, try these. You’ll pretty much never go wrong.

1. “I appreciate you.”

Don’t you just love it when people say that to you and genuinely mean it? I think it may be one of the best feelings in the whole world!

2. “I’d like to help.”

We’ve all found ourselves in a jam at some point. Maybe it was because life threw us a curve ball. Maybe it was because we made a bad choice. Either way, thank God for the angels who come along and lend a helping hand.

3. “I believe in you!”

When you put your heart on the line and share a dream with someone there are few phrases more wonderfully empowering than, “I believe in you.”

What would you add to either list?

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Writing Is Easy!

Writing Is Easy | LazyHippieMama.comIf you’re new around here you may not have heard: November is National Novel Writer’s Month, affectionately referred to by writers as “Nanowrimo” or simply “Nano.”

The idea behind Nano is that you spend 30 days just spewing out a 50,000+ word story. There’s not much (any?) thought given to making it clean and tidy, editing, spell checking or any other kind of detail.  You just get the story out of your brain and into the world.  Once it’s out you can neaten it up and make it presentable for others to read.

Last year was my first attempt at Nano and I fell in love. Around the first of October this year I started chomping at the bit. I couldn’t wait to do it again! As of writing this post I’m 5,840 words in and wondering if drinking 5 consecutive “5 Hour Energy” shots would give me the energy to stay awake for 25 hours straight. I want to write! The words are burning in my mind. My fingers itch. This story is BEGGING me to tell it.

People hear that I’m participating in this particular challenge and they say, “Oh! I could never do that. Writing is HARD!”

image from leavingcertenglish.net

image from leavingcertenglish.net

What?!

No way!

Writing is easy!

Writing is just like talking… on paper. It might even be easier than talking because when I talk you’re looking at me and judging me. My words are colored by your preconceived notions of what a chubby Caucasian woman of a certain age wearing a maxi skirt and a hoodie would say/believe/think/do.  The paper never judges me. It simply accepts my words for what they are.

The computer is slightly more harsh. It tells me, with a series of red and green squiggles that it does not approve of my spelling and grammar.

I’m creating ALL. THE. TIME. There are worlds in my head that have been growing and developing since I was a little girl in the 1980s with horrible yarn bows on my pigtails. Everyone I meet is a potential character and every character in my head has a fully developed life and personality. That outfit I saw on the mannequin at the mall Saturday? That would be the perfect outfit for Raziel to wear when he meets Simone face to face for the first time.  I saw a dragon fruit at Meijer yesterday. That just sounds cool. “Dragon fruit.” I bet that’s something Freyja would eat for breakfast.  There are two squirrels who have spent this entire day running to my backyard for walnuts and bringing them to a tree in the front where they are stashing them in a hollow space.  That’s the kind of thing Ike would notice and tell his mother about.

If you’ve ever been speaking to me and gotten the blank stare/smile/nodding combination it’s because thoughts like the paragraph, above, are never ending background noise in my head.  You may be talking to me about the upcoming township election and I really do value what you are saying but I can’t help thinking that the light, refracting from the chipped fake emerald in your earring dances across your cheek like a fairy… no a water sprite… yes, that’s it… a water sprite would dance across the turgid (hmmm… turgid? Is that word too much associated with books of a certain type?) surface of a rippling pond.

Writing is release. It’s a purging. All of that babble pours out of my brain and onto the paper (or, more often, into the computer) and creates space for living daily life out here with the rest of humanity.

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On the other hand, coming back from writing can be painful. If I’m submerged in one world where the moonlight is brightly shining, illuminating the sweet-smelling prairie with it’s quiet silver light and I’m suddenly ripped away by screaming children fighting over who gets to pick the next TV show to watch my brain gets all twitchy.

Editing is like trimming body parts. I’d just as soon cut off a pinky toe as a chapter of my book.

Marketing and promoting are exhausting. Trying to tap the collective consciousness to figure out just the tag line that will get people to click on MY post, as opposed to one of the other 52,876 posts that they will see today sucks at my soul. And that’s not even figuring in the effort it takes to make sure the various social media sites allow a decent number of people see the post in the first place!

Waiting is Hell. You would think that a business so utterly obsessed with deadlines would move a little faster. No such luck. You rock a book out in a month and spend another six months editing and polishing. Then you write to agents and wait. They ask for samples and you send them and wait. They ask for full manuscripts. You send them and wait. Finally you reach an agreement for someone fabulous to represent you! Hooray! They send your samples to an editor and you wait. The waiting never ever ends. You want instant gratification? Become a server. You bring food. People give you tips. It’s done. You move on. As a writer, instant gratification just isn’t going to happen.

Writing Is EasyBut writing is easy. I wrote 2 blog posts, half a chapter of a novel, a newsletter article, several emails and a note to a co-worker today. Putting words on paper couldn’t be simpler.

Life is hard. People ask me to do things. They are offended if I say no. Loved ones suffer and I’m helpless to do anything at all for them. Am I doing enough to help my children grow into well-adjusted, productive, happy, healthy adults? Have I been supportive enough of my husband and his dreams? Am I contributing enough to my community, paying forward all that my neighbors have done for me over the years?  Am I being wise with my money and material blessings? Did I remember to send in that form the insurance company needed? Some days I feel like I spend the whole day cleaning up poop. Some days I worry all day long about why my little people haven’t pooped.

The blank page doesn’t ask for anything but words. Any old words will do. I can tell the truth or a complete fabrication. I can recite the day’s events, share how I feel, or create a 43 hour day on a planet with 3 suns where the rocks are all purple and the rulers are gentle octopi covered in soft green fur.

Lots of things are hard. Writing? Writing is easy.

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Change Your Lighting, Change Your Mood – a Moodies Review and Giveaway

*I received a free sample to facilitate this review. All opinions are honest and my own.

Change Your Lighting, Change Your Mood - a Moodies Review and Giveaway | LazyHippieMama.comIs there a certain room where you feel happy, relaxed, stressed, productive or sleepy? Perhaps it is the color of the space that’s affecting you.

Studies have shown that people react in certain ways to differently colored spaces.  Being in a very yellow room can speed metabolism and increase concentration, but it is also linked with losing one’s temper while pink is so calming that some professional sports teams paint the visiting locker rooms pink to keep them mellow before a game.  In spaces that are blue people are more productive – so much so that weightlifters have actually been shown to be capable of lifting heavier weights in gyms that are blue!

It’s not just the paint colors that get to us.  The very light in a room can change our brain chemistry. A large study showed that people who slept in a room where they were exposed to blue or white light struggled more with depression, even though their actual sleep habits were not disturbed at all. On the other hand, red-tinted light didn’t bother them.

Have you ever wished that you could change or soften the light in a room for a romantic dinner or party?

If you don’t have the time, money or energy to remodel your room or buy expensive, colored lights Moodies may be just the ticket.

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Moodies are silicone covers for light bulbs. They are made from the same heat-resistant silicone that bakeware is crafted from, so they are safe against the new “pigtail” lightbulbs* and they are super easy to use. You just slip them on over the bulb and tug them off again when you are done. When they originally reached out to me to see if I’d be interested in reviewing their product I had never heard of them. I had, however, read about the ways that the colors around us affect us, and so I was intrigued.

My camera isn’t great, so the images here don’t really do the color changes justice, but you get the idea.

The space, with regular lighting:

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Yellow:

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Red:

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Blue (though, for some reason the camera makes it look much more green that it seemed in person):

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Moodies come in every color you can think of and a few you probably wouldn’t. One of the covers we received didn’t change the light much at all. I thought, “well that one is kind of lame,” but then I turned the light off and it was glowing quite brightly in the dark! It would be perfect as a nightlight. Others, like the red and blue, created a very dramatic change.  With Halloween coming, I can think of lots of ways that making a simple change in lighting might be fun!

One place I’d like to give my new light covers a try is in my youth room at church. I have always hated the harsh fluorescent lighting in there. I think a lamp with a colored cover on the bulb would go a long way toward making the space warmer and more interesting.

Of course, my kids immediately wanted them in their bedrooms. Sweet Hippie Daughter liked the purple and Toddler-saurus Rex was partial to the green.

If you’d like to try Moodies, they are only about $3 each. I also have a few to share!

Leave a comment, below, or a “like” or comment on the Facebook post related to this post and I will enter your name in a drawing to win one.
What space do you think you might like to change the mood in with a fun colored light?

*Moodies ARE NOT designed to work over the old-style incandescent lightbulbs and are not safe used in combination with them!

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Easy DIY No-Sew Alien Costume

Easy DIY No-Sew Alien Costume | LazyHippieMama.comI have found, in the past few years, that I have a ridiculous amount of fun crafting with duct tape. I couldn’t give you any logical reason but, judging by the fact that there is an entire aisle of the stuff in my local supermarket, I’m guessing I’m not the only one who feels that way.

Last year, Sweet Hippie Daughter came up with a wonderful idea for a robot costume made out of duct tape and odds and ends from around the house. It came out beautifully and held up brilliantly through a night of trick-or-treating in some of the most miserable Halloween weather we’ve had in quite a while.

This year, when we started to look at $65 Disney Store costumes, I remembered how much Toddler-saurus Rex loved the hat from that costume and an idea was born. The hat would be recycled and the boy would be the cutest little water-proof alien on the block! Also, $5 worth of tape sounded significantly more reasonable.

I started with a roll of silver tape and some old footie jammies that had holes in the toes. I kept telling myself I was going to mend them but, since he’s got half a dozen other pair of PJs, the reality was he probably would have completely outgrown them before I got around to it.

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I cut the feet off just below the elastic at the ankles and began taping over the entire thing from the bottom up, keeping the legs stretched open as roomy as possible.  I like to do the back side first because it creates a little bit smoother look in the front but it really doesn’t make a huge difference either way.

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When I was done with the back I flipped it over and did the same thing to the front. I taped across the whole thing. Unless you start with something that is 2-3 sizes too big your duct tape suit isn’t going to have enough stretch for your little one to put it on with the zipper anyway. More on that in a minute.

I do suggest leaving an inch or so of uncovered fabric at the shoulders. It will make it much easier for your little one to move his arms.

I left a little patch of the PJs showing, only because I thought the little “space mission” insignia on this pair of PJs was perfect for the outfit. Normally I would have just made it solid silver and maybe drawn a “patch” on the breast with a colorful Sharpie or something.

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When it was all done I added a few embellishments made from bright green tape, including a ray-gun holster made out of an old cell phone case I found stashed in a junk drawer.  They do sell reflective or glow-in-the-dark tape which might be a good idea if you have trick or treating after dark in your area.

For the gun I covered a cheap plastic toy gun with silver tape.

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Once the whole thing looks just like you want it, flip it face down and cut it open.  If it’s roomy enough you will be able to get away with cutting it only from the neck to the seat. This one was too snug for that so I cut straight down both arms and legs as well, leaving the cuffs around the wrists.

Have your child put it on like a backwards coat and then use a few strips of tape (or a several strips if you want to make it look seamlessly perfect from the back but Lord have mercy on you if the child has to use the bathroom and they’re fully duct taped into their costume!) to fasten it shut. In the photo I did a pretty minimal job because I knew he’d only be wearing it for a few minutes, but you get the idea.

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And there you have it! One sweet little alien!

If you’re wondering about the hat, like I said, it was recycled from last year’s costume but it’s just a stocking cap. The antenna are made from pencils covered in tape with little balls of foil stuck on the ends.

When I was finished, I did have the thought that a pair of silver space boots just may be in order. It would be simple to make them from old rain boots, but I’m not sure if I’ll get that ambitious between now and Friday. We’ll see how it goes.

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Happy haunting!

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ONLY ONE MORE WEEK UNTIL NOVEMBER!

Last November was life-changing for me.   My dreams and goals took a whole new turn.  My confidence in my own ability to accomplish something huge was strengthened in a big way. I pushed myself physically and mentally further than I had in years – and discovered (remembered?) that there’s something very satisfying in that.  I found a very special way to connect with both of my daughters. November became my favorite month of the year.

November = Nanowrimo!

All of that came about when I discovered Nanowrimo: National Novel Writer’s Month.

Only One More Week Until November! | LazyHippieMama.comI had vaguely heard about this idea the year before but I was a new blogger in a swirling sea of terms and language that was unfamiliar to me.  Last year I dug a little deeper and found out it works like this:  There is a website; Nanowrimo.org, where you sign up to participate.  You can plan and conceptualize all you want, but you’re not supposed to start your actual manuscript until November 1. Then, you have from 12:01am on the 1st until midnight on the 30th to write 50,000 words.  Everyone who hits 50,000 wins!  Prizes are, for the most part, things like free or discounted editing or graphic art help from well-respected professionals.

That’s it. Easy as pie, right?

I agonized.  I’d been cooking up a book for just about as long as I had the ability to string a sentence together.  I would start to write. I’d finish a chapter. I’d edit it. I’d write chapter 2. I’d go back and edit chapter 1. Then chapter 2 didn’t quite fit right any more so I’d re-write it.  By the time I got to chapter 3 I couldn’t remember how chapter 1 went.  I’m not sure I ever got past chapter 3.

What if I signed up for this and couldn’t do it? What if I did it and my book was terrible?

My husband, in his wisdom said, “What if? Who cares?”

Good point. If I failed, I failed. This is not the equivalent of failing at walking a tight rope over the Grand Canyon.  If, at the end of November I had only written 25,000 words of garbage… well… so what?

But what if I could actually do it?

That urge to go back and edit is the downfall of untold numbers of wannabe novelists.  It’s impossible to get to the end because you can’t get the beginning exactly perfect.  Nanowrimo is the cure for perfectionism.

In order to keep on-pace you need to finish 1600-1700 words every single day for a month.  Lord have mercy on your soul if you, like me, start late or miss a few days in the middle.  There is no time to spell check or re-consider whether or not the previous chapter creates a hole in your timeline.  It’s a sprint to the finish. Don’t look back. Just run as fast as you can.  Keep writing.  Did you change tenses in the middle of your story? Don’t worry about it. Just keep running.  Did your main character just switch ethnicity? Gender? Acquire a new name? Just keep writing.  Go, man, go.  Write like the wind!

It was totally and utterly exhausting. It sucked every bit of thinking power from my mind and I was consumed and obsessed with constant thoughts of my story world and what was going to happen next.

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It was wonderful!

Last year, after throwing all my fears to the wind and jumping into the already boiling Nanowrimo waters on November 6, I wrote like I’d never written before. If I got stuck I just skipped that scene and went on. I wrote and wrote and wrote and then I wrote a little more and, with HOURS to spare, I hit the 50,000 word mark!  About 10,000 words after that I finished my book.

It was a mess.  A few friends said they wanted to read it. No way! I wasn’t sure it would even be comprehensible!  But it was done. Beginning, middle and end, all strung together in a row.

I DID IT!

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Just as good, or maybe even better, is that both of my daughters did it with me!  There is a Nanowrimo Young Writer’s Edition that they signed up for.  One finished and one didn’t but I was so proud of both of them and awed by their creativity.

It took every bit of the year since then to edit and re-write and edit and correct and re-write again that heap of words but, because the ENTIRE foundation had been laid out, editing was a much smoother project.  I could fix the issues in chapter 1, knowing what was going to happen in chapter 8.  Just last week I put the manuscript in the hands of a major literary agent for the first time.  That’s still a long way from seeing it on the shelf at Barnes and Nobel but… you know what? I think it may actually get there some day!

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And now we are just one week away from the beginning of November again!

Only 7 more days until Nanowrimo!

No late start for me, this year.  I’m standing at the gate with my outline in hand.  Book 2 is leaking out of my pores. My characters need to live the next part of their story!

If you have a story itching to be told, I can’t encourage you enough to go sign up.  Nanowrimo isn’t an editing system or a writing tool – it’s more like…

Picture a major marathon.  There are people lining the streets cheering the runners on, providing support and encouragement to get them over those tough hills.  There are little stations for the runners to get a drink of water. There’s a festive finish-line to strive toward.  And there are hundreds of other runners on the track with you as you run.

The difference between trying to run 26 miles entirely on your own and trying to do it with the encouragement and accountability of that official marathon structure is the difference between writing on your own or writing as part of Nano.  Something about knowing that others are striving alongside you and having a goal to reach for just makes the whole thing easier and more fun.

Sign up!

Go on!

Just do it!

If you want to be writing buddies, look me up on the Nano site and I’ll cheer for you all month long.

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How I Make Each Day A Success: A 23 Step Tutorial

I’ve had a few people approach me over the past week or so, inquiring about the idea of balance.

“How do you manage working outside the home, inside the home, volunteering AND homeschooling?!”

These folks have seen the pictures I’ve shared online and on the blog of our family enjoying life to the fullest and, really, honestly… no “Fakebooking”….  we do have a ton of fun. We laugh far more often than we cry, to be sure!

But the truth is, it isn’t always easy. Balance is difficult when you have 26 hours worth of “to-do” in every given 24 hour period. I know that other homeschool moms (well… moms of all sorts!) have exactly the same dilemma so I thought I would lay out an easy step-by-step tutorial of how to organize your day, using a day of my own life for an example.  Of course, you will need to make a few adjustments according to the needs of your own family.

STEP ONE: Give yourself a helping hand by planning the night before.

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Before bed, make a list of all the things you need to do the next day. I find that each day includes tasks that I really need to work on in peace and solitude and tasks that I can do while my children are up and about.  Plan on doing the “quiet tasks” early, before the kids wake up.  Calculate how much time you’ll need.

Accept that you won’t get that much time. Compromise with yourself and set the alarm fro 4:00 am.

Laugh at the idea of getting up at 4:00 am. Change the alarm clock to 4:45, acknowledging that you will hit “snooze” at least once.

Be sure, in planning, to jot down notes about starting the day with a great breakfast. Nothing will set you off on the right path like a nice hot plate of organic bacon and farm-fresh eggs with a green smoothie made from home-grown kale!

STEP TWO: Go to sleep.

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Now that you have your schedule all worked out you can sleep soundly without giving a single solitary thought to the 400 tasks looming over your head. Be sure to fall asleep as fast as possible because your alarm is going to ring in… like… 5 hours. But don’t think about that or you’ll keep yourself up all night. Really, just don’t think about it all. Easy enough, right? Shut your brain off and go straight to sleep.

STEP THREE: Rise and shine!

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Start by ignoring the alarm. I mean, it’s 4:45 am. What kind of insanity is that?! The sun isn’t even going to START to rise for 3 more hours for the love of God. Turn the alarm off.

Burst out of bed like your butt is on fire at 6:45, realizing with horror that you’re already 2 hours behind schedule and the youngest child has been awake and roaming around the house unsupervised for an unspecified amount of time.

STEP FOUR: Don’t forget that breakfast is the most important meal of the day!

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For the love of God why did you think, yesterday, that you would have time for bacon and eggs this morning? Toss a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter on the counter and yell at the kids to eat something.

*TIP – you probably planned on showering but, since you’re already behind, you’re going to have to skip that.  Use a baby wipe to tidy up the stinkiest spots and grab a hat. It’s fall. Call it “cool weather fashion.”

STEP FIVE: Check in on social media.

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Be sure to write a post about how crazy your morning is.

STEP SIX: Get the family dressed and ready to face the day.

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What?! You just spent AN HOUR on Facebook?

How did that happen? Oh, crap. Quick! Get the kids dressed! Wake up the husband! Feed the animals! Collect the eggs! Choose 5 things off your “to-do” list to move to tomorrow. You know you’re not going to have time today, right? Surely tomorrow you’ll get off to a better start and you’ll be able to get those things done then.

STEP SEVEN: Be prompt.

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Work starts at 9:00am. Or 9:15… ish.

STEP EIGHT: Take care of the errands.

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Work is done at 1pm. Co-op doesn’t start until 2 and it’s 30 minutes away. That means you should TOTALLY have enough time to grab a few staples that are running low.

Yes, the 93 year old woman in front of you has 42 cases of Ensure and a lifetime supply of Banquet Frozen Dinners in her cart and she is standing in the “12 items or less lane.”  But she’s old. She’s paid her dues. It’s going to be OK.

And, yes, the 15 year old cashier is talking to her co-worker about next weekend’s party which is causing her to take a LONG pause between scanning each of those frozen dinners. We were all young once.

And…. OH, MY GOODNESS! SERIOUSLY?! SHE IS JUST NOW PULLING OUT HER 46 COUPONS AND READING THROUGH THE FINE PRINT ON EACH ONE TO SEE WHICH SHE CAN USE.

Try to stay calm. You can use this opportunity to catch up on important world news. I hear Kate is having morning sickness and Kim’s butt got 2 inches bigger since last month’s photo. These are crucial world events. It’s good to stay informed.

STEP NINE: Be prompt (part 2)

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You should now be arriving at the co-op class. It’s exactly 2pm. Er… well… 2:08… ish.

STEP TEN: Re-evaluate.

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OK. One kid is at co-op and one is sleeping in the back seat. Take a moment to decide how best to approach the next part of the day. Look at your list. Is there anything on there that is really, truly, seriously VITAL?

Tip: Keep in mind, here, that “vital” means “critical to life.”  Making sure you pick up insulin is pretty vital. Unfolded laundry? Not going to kill anyone. Therefore folding laundry doesn’t really need to be done at all. It’s not that you didn’t accomplish it. It’s more like… you’re become ever more efficient!

Cross off everything that isn’t an issue of life and death.

Look at that! You’re already 90% done with your list and it’s not even 3pm! Buy yourself a pumpkin spice latte. You deserve a reward!

STEP ELEVEN: Take time to play.

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Life is too short to be so busy! Toss the list. Go to the park. Don’t just watch. Swing from the monkey bars with your kids. (Hey! Turns out you DID fit a work out in today!)

STEP TWELVE: Order pizza.

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There will be no 4-course dinner tonight, but there will be happy people with full tummies.

STEP THIRTEEN: Bathe the children.

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Since “bathe the children” is one of the items that has, for 3 days now, been moved from a previous “to-do” list onto the current one it probably really should be done.

STEP FOURTEEN: Read stories.

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Silly voices and wild, illustrative hand motions are strongly encouraged. Though not, perhaps with the pictured book.

STEP FIFTEEN: Tuck everyone in.

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STEP SIXTEEN: Tie up the loose ends.

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OK, so the day didn’t exactly go as planned but you kept the kids alive AND they are clean. Well done! Go you!  And, since you had pizza, there are only a handful of dishes. No worries about that. It’s not so late just take a moment to….

wait….

listen…

STEP SEVENTEEN: Clean up pee 

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The toddler just peed all over the bed so fresh PJs and sheets will be required. They are probably in the clean laundry pile. See? Aren’t you glad you didn’t waste time folding them?

STEP EIGHTEEN: Tuck everyone in.

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STEP NINETEEN: Tie up loose ends.

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The pee pee stuff really is fairly stinky. Just drop it in the washer and… aw, crap! The stuff from last night is still in there and all musty? Ok. No worries. Just run those one more time while you knock out those dishes.  Once the dishes are done, you can switch the laundry over and start the new…

wait…

now what are they doing up there?

STEP TWENTY: Get in touch with your inner theologian.

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It is extraordinary the deep and thoughtful questions young children think of late at night.  Of course, they couldn’t POSSIBLY be able to sleep until they have reasonable answers to things like, “why does God let bad things happen?”

STEP TWENTY-ONE: Tuck everyone in.

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STEP TWENTY-TWO: Tie up loose ends.

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Since the children so graciously helped the time pass you can now switch the laundry. Just forget the dishes. Tomorrow is a new day.

Now is a good time to start working on “STEP ONE” for tomorrow.  Using pretty paper and a fun, glitter-colored pen may…

Wait…

Are they SERIOUSLY out of bed again?

HOLY CRAP! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! EVERYONE NEEDS TO GET THEIR LITTLE BUTTS IN BED RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD THERE WILL BE SWIFT AND TERRIBLE CONSEQUENCES!

STEP TWENTY-THREE: Just go to bed.

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Seriously. Sleep. And rest well knowing that no parent in the world had a perfect day but if you loved and laughed and lived life you did very well. Some day the house will be tidy. Or not. Who cares? Don’t sweat the small stuff. You’re doing just fine.

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Sharing My Story – Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness

Sharing My Story - Pregnancy and Infant Loss AwarenessI have two babies that died.

I don’t really talk about it and I don’t think I’ve ever written about it before. Not because I’m ashamed, but because what happened seems so intensely private to me.

I have come to realize though, that I have found healing in hearing the stories of others and realizing that I’m not alone. It is my hope that my story will help someone else.

October is Pregnancy And Infant Loss Awareness Month. That means a lot of things for a lot of people. Research – let’s find out why this happens and try to stop it. Remembrance – let’s mourn for our littlest ones, lost. Support – let’s show our love to those close to us who are hurting.

For me, it is a bit of all of that.

Around the time that Sweet Hippie Daughter went off to school that little internal ticking became more and more distracting until I had to sit down with Handsome Hippie Hubby and tell him how I felt.  I REALLY want another baby!

We discussed it for a long time. Finances were an issue. We were scraping by without a penny to spare. He was feeling too old. “I don’t want to be raising kids until I’m a senior citizen,” he told me.  But, after a year or so, on my November birthday, he said, “You know, I think maybe I’m ready for one more baby, too.”

We did everything right. I cut out caffeine and alcohol and took up walking. I went to the doctor and got checked out from head to toe. I was older, but not so old – still in my early 30s.

In March we got the news we’d been waiting for. Baby was on the way! I was ecstatic! I ran out and bought a maternity shirt that day. My arms were already aching to hold my baby. I felt just like I did with my first pregnancy – perfectly healthy with very little appetite but no major nausea. I was an insomniac and dry toast gave me heartburn just as surely as hot-pepper-covered pizza.

Toward the end of April I had a sudden urge to use the bathroom. I sat down and found myself in a horror movie. There was so much blood! I didn’t have pain at all. Just bleeding. A lot of bleeding.

I screamed for Sweet Hippie Daughter and she came running, right away.  “Go next door to where Daddy works and tell him I need him. It’s an emergency. I need him to take me to the doctor right away.”

It seemed like 10 seconds later that he was at my side and helping me to the car. I cried a little. I knew what was happening. I knew they couldn’t stop it. But I kept telling myself I was wrong.

At the hospital it didn’t take long at all for them to confirm my fears.  “Your hormone levels are far too low. This is way too much blood. The pregnancy is ending.”

That’s when I lost it and started truly sobbing.

The doctor, who had been very cold and more physically rough than any I’d ever been to, actually asked me, “What are you crying about?”

I was sent home to recover with instructions to follow up with my OB/GYN in the morning.

I asked myself the doctor’s question, “What are you crying about?” I didn’t ever hold this child. I hadn’t really even told anyone about the pregnancy yet.  It was so early in the pregnancy that the embryo probably never even had a heartbeat.

But it wasn’t just an embryo. It was my baby.

More than that, it was the hope of a baby in the future.  If I lost this one, who’s to say that I will ever be able to carry another?

It seemed like it should have hurt more. As the hubs tucked me under the blankets of our bed and sat there, brushing my hair away from my forehead it seemed like my body should require some nursing. But the truth is my body felt fine, even as a piece of my heart withered up and died.

I only told a handful of people what had happened.

To my surprise, very nearly every woman I spoke to had her own story.  I couldn’t help but wonder. How common is this?!

In May there was another positive test and I was very happy but there was a shadow this time.  I didn’t run out and buy anything. I waited.

I had learned that the vast majority of miscarriages happen in the first 8 weeks. How many? Some reports guess that nearly 75% of women experience an early miscarriage at some point in their lives – often without even realizing they were pregnant. I passed 8 weeks and started to have hope.

In week 9, in the middle of Sunday morning church I felt that now-familiar “letting go” feeling and knew that the bleeding had started again.

Another baby was gone and hope was even further away.  Even my doctor started to hint at a problem. “Do you remember having issues with your IUD? Did you have a lot of pain after your daughter’s delivery?”

There was no reason that anyone could give me why my body could not hold on to my babies.

The doctor told us to stop trying for a month and, when I had another positive test I should call her that same day.

In August I called her. She immediately put me on hormones and sent me for an ultrasound. I was 5 weeks pregnant and my little bean showed up beautifully in grainy black and white.

“There is no heartbeat,” the technician told me.  “But that’s nothing to worry about. It’s very early. We’ll try again in a week or two.”

At six weeks there was no heartbeat.

At eight weeks there was no heartbeat and the tech stopped trying to be cheerful.

The nurse from my OB/GYN’s office called and said, “this is not a real pregnancy. There’s just an empty sac there. I expect your body will reject it any day now. Call us right away when that happens.”

Not “if.” When.

At 9 1/2 weeks I was still waiting for that moment when I went in for yet another scan. I stepped into the bathroom and there it was – a tiny spot of blood. Just one tiny spot.  I came out and told the tech and she said, “it’s OK. It’s not so much. Let’s look anyway.”

And there it was! Fluttering away like mad. My little bean was alive! And I was bleeding.

It was one of the most terrifying times of my life. I was afraid to move. I was afraid to sneeze. I was terrified every time I went to the bathroom.

I would talk to my belly. “Hold on in there! I know it might be hard but I saw how strong you are. Just don’t let go, OK? Hold on and I promise to do everything I can to help from my side of the wall.”

Thanks be to God that at about 14 weeks the tiny trickle of blood stopped.

We dared to start sharing our good news and at 20 weeks our ultrasound showed us a rather large, perfectly formed baby boy.

He held on. He held on until contractions started at 36 weeks.

“No! Not yet!” I told my belly.  “At least another week or two, OK? It’s getting close but it’s not time yet.”

And he held on.

38 weeks came and I was exultant.  “You can come out now!” I said.

And he held on.

40 weeks came and I was massive and miserable. “Please, for the love of God, come out, son!”

And he held on.

42 weeks came and it was time to call in reinforcements. “Go in and get him out!” I begged.

And they did. It took a c-section, one nurse kneeling on the table, pushing down on my belly, and two on the tail end, pulling with forceps and a vacuum. The hubs stood there looking horrified while trying to reassure me and I lay on the table thinking, “golly, that guy got somebody’s blood all over his shoes,” and wondering if I was going to throw up because something felt very weird in my abdominal region.

A little side note: They give you some pretty powerful drugs at times like those.

A whole OR full of med students Oohed and Aaahed when they finally dragged my reluctant, perfectly round, very pink, squalling, nearly 10 pound baby boy into the world.

He had a perfect knot in his umbilical cord. It was explained to me that every time I had a contraction he would be pushed downward. That motion would tighten the knot and cut off his air supply. By pulling away from the cervix he would stop the contractions and be able to breathe. If labor had progressed he would very likely have been stillborn.

He is our miracle baby.

The second he was in my arms he latched on and started nursing and I swear, in 3 1/2 years the kid hasn’t stopped eating yet.

Finally, our baby was with us, whole and healthy and loved so very much.

I still hold him and wonder about my other babies. Would they have been boys or girls? Would they have Sweet Hippie Daughter’s extraordinary insight? Would they be as insatiably curious as Toddler-saurus Rex? Would they have had eyes like mine or, like their siblings, looked more like their Daddy?

I will never know. And I don’t think I will ever be OK with that. The loss of those children left a mark that will always be tender, though it’s no longer as raw as it once was.

I understand now, that I am not alone. Millions of women deal with pregnancy loss every year. We are not alone, but each of our stories are as unique as the babies we loved and lost.

Are you, too, seeking to save the earth, promote world peace and raise productive citizens without expending too much effort?

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