January 7, 2008
I was writing at another site recently and one of the titles that caught my eye was along the lines of: How can you tell if you were meant for greatness? That set me thinking. As you might know, that can lead to all kinds of off the wall oddage. However, on this occasion I don’t think that’s the case. I happen to have a personal little idea about greatness.
I think everyone has moments of greatness in their lives. They might not ever even know they had it, but those moments can change the course of someone’s life for the better. I’ve thought about this off and on for years and years. It was an offhand comment that was made about me that started it all off.
When I was fourteen years old I was with a bunch of other people at my cousin’s house. We were listening to the radio and singing along with all the songs. One of the kids there with us was a boy who liked me. I liked him too. We hadn’t done or said anything about it yet, it was all shy looks at this point. Being about the same age as I was, and shy, and stoopid as boys that age are, he was trying to think of something to say and he decided to go with teasing me. So while I was singing along with my cousin he said something about me thinking I could sing.
My throat immediately seized up and I couldn’t make another sound to save my life. It would be ten years before I could sing in front of anyone again. That one tiny little teasing comment changed me. I allowed it to take away a major piece of my life for ten years. It wasn’t meant to harm me, it wasn’t meant to cause me pain or discomfort. He was only trying to get my attention.
However, eventually, I began to think about how much power that one tiny little comment had. I knew that things like that had happened to other people over and over everyday, all over the world. The spoken word is an immensely powerful tool. Used properly, it can lead one to instances of greatness.
Accidental moments of greatness occur all of the time. When someone says something nice or encouraging about someone else and it is passed on or overheard, that is an instance of greatness. That one comment can change a life. It can lead someone who might have given up, to begin all over again.
But true greatness can come if this power is guided and used intentionally. An overheard comment that isn’t said directly to someone had incredible potency. This is probably because we feel that there is more honesty in something said about is to someone else than there is in something said about us to us. So, an “accidentally” overheard praise about someone is doubled in force.
I try to let my kids “accidentally overhear” me praising their good qualities as much as possible. I like to say all of the good things I can about them when I know they are eavesdropping. It’s good for them to hear good things being said about them outside of their presence. Because they are so much more likely to believe it that way. Besides, my kids are wonderful, and they will never believe me if I tell them that to their faces. I’m never really sure why!
I brag on My Dearest Husband all of the time. Mostly I do this because he’s absolutely hands down the coolest human being ever, but also because it’s good for him to overhear me saying good things about him too. Because it’s human nature to be more likely to believe things not meant to be heard than it is to believe things said to your face. That way he knows that I love him from what I say TO him and also from what I say ABOUT him to other people.
I try to point out the good qualities I notice in my kids friends and acquaintances as well, because I know that kids tell everything. Therefore anything I say about their friends will be repeated to them verbatim. I tell them how one of their friends seems to be meant for the diplomatic corps because they seem to be able to get everyone to get along. Or another seems to be the favorite of every animal that is within shouting distance, so they might be a vet one day. It gives them something to think about, something to see in their future, something about themselves that is more than just a kid. It gives them a glimpse of themselves as adults for just one brief moment. As successful, respected adults. It gives them something to shoot for.
I think people who help someone out of the goodness of their hearts with no expectation of return for their effort are an example of greatness. I think people who can make you laugh when you feel like crap are an example of greatness. I think people you can talk to when you need a place to dump all of your negativity are an example of greatness. I think people who give you a shoulder to cry on are an example of greatness. I think people who can spend time with you and make you feel comfortable with silence are an example of greatness.
An offhand remark has enormous power to affect the lives of the people who hear them. If you make the proper offhand remark at the proper time you just might be an example of greatness yourself. You probably already have, whether you know it or not! How cool is that?
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December 31, 2007
Well, it went according to plan! Hell must have frozen over solid. Which means now I have to do all those dumb ass things I said I’d do when hell froze over! (insert OH SHIT face here)
We woke up when it was quarter to light, made a pot of coffee, positioned the sleeping children in photogenic areas of the living room, poured the coffee, put on our happy faces and woke them up. At this point they turned into the Tasmanian Devil in stereo. The entire living room was aswirl in wrapping paper, squeals of delight, boxes, OH MY GODs, ignored socks and underwear, tiny pieces of now unplayable games, the sounds of every kind of noise making device known to man, and the grown ups laughing our asses off.
It’s really a good thing that The Buddha keeps these memories like photographs because the camera apparently decided to take Christmas off and went to Bocca for the Holidays. I couldn’t find it anywhere. So memories and eighteen bags of trash are all we have to remember it by.
The Buddha promptly re-wrapped every single one of his gifts just so that he could re-open them. Seems that he really likes Christmas a lot. Princess Bella copies every move he makes so she did the same thing, not as neatly or as consistently but she tried.
I got a painting the I’ve been jonesing for, for about 3 or 4 months now. After it was wrapped and put under the tree The Buddha kept trying to get me to guess what it was. I kept guessing it was an Ipod. It’s about 15 x 20 inches. I tried to wear it on my arm, I tried to plug ear buds into it, I looked for music on I tunes for it. It cracked him and Bella up over and over. Lucky for me their entertainment threshold is as low as mine.
So now my painting is forever named Ipod. Do you ever name your inanimate objects? Like, my vacuum is named Eric because it sucks so well and I knew a guy named Eric who sucked just as bad good. It’s good for a vacuum but bad for a person to suck like that. “Of all my relations I like sex the best and Eric the least.” I love that quote. It’s not mine, it’s from a book, but every time I think of Eric (the person not the vacuum) I think of that quote.
Intyways, as Princess Bella and The Buddha say, I hope your holidays have been wonderful so far.
We’re cooking for New Years. It will be an all day affair starting tomorrow and ending on the first. Down here in the Carolinas you have to have black eyed peas and collard greens for New Year’s Day. The collard greens are for dollars and the peas are for cents. It’s good luck. We’re having some country ham, squash, potato salad and cornbread too. Yall Come With Us Now.
That’s a North Carolina saying. You say that when you’re leaving someones house. Now, if you were going to be here with us on New Year’s Day, we would be trying to send you home some of the left over food. Cuz you do that in the South too. It’s just good manners to send some home. My freezer is full of that stuff. Hey! Lightbulb moment! We’ll have some of that good stuff for New Year’s Day too! Yall best come on over here and help us eat it, now!
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December 11, 2007
We have now added one new human and one new puppy to our collection of beings that we live with. Our zoo gets bigger. I’m totally happy about both additions.
The first one you know about already. It’s my mommy, Rocky. <insert huge sappy grin here> She seems to be settling in well and we’re having a great time burning up the roads and shopping and all that great stuff. We have trashed a whole giant container of coffee so far this week and we’re making a whopping dent in the mail order coffee I’ve been storing up for months. Honestly, I’m going to crash like a 747 eventually, but for the moment I’m having the time of my life!
The second addition is a bulldog/hound-dog mix. It’s a big fat rolly polly little thing that is absolutely darlin to look at and it makes my uterous clench just to hold him. He is satisfying all my maternal instincts at the moment. I have to keep a minute by minute check on myself just to keep from going to get his two fat little sisters and bringing them home too. That’s just what we need, two more dogs. I’m fast becoming the crazy dog lady of the hill already.
My Dearest Husband has declared this puppy HIS. He named him Jeremiah Johnson. Only MDH is allowed to feed and water him. This is because the rest of us overwhelm all of the animals with our eternal presence and MDH is left out in the cold because he works at night and sleeps during the day. This limits his ability to be around during the normal “playing with the animals” hours of the day. Therefore, we are not allowed to associate with JJ unless it is in MDH’s presence.
However, as I stated previously, MDH sleeps during the day. <insert evil grin here> That big fat rolly polly little baby needs things during the day sometimes! I’m sure he does. (looks all innocent and stuff) He cries. He’s a baby and he’s lonely. If he doesn’t get some company he will fail to thrive. This is not good. Hence, for MDH’s sake and for the sake of MDH’s baby puppy, I make the huge sacrifice of spending a lil old bit of time with that fat baby for him. I only do it because I love him. I wouldn’t do that for just anyone!
His Highness The Buddha and Princess Bella have both gotten great grades on their report cards. Or is it progress reports? They send me too many grades home. I can’t keep up with what is what. And they feel compelled to change things too. Used to be that you got letter grades. A’s were good. E’s were very bad. Now S’s are good. E’s can be good too. Maybe E’s are bad, who knows? All I know is that Princess Bella’s teacher was all smiles and all her grades were either S’s (I assumed from the smiles that these were good) and A’s. And The Buddha’s name was in the newspaper for honor roll so I also assume that his grades were good, although I have no earthly idea how in hell he does it.
I feel a party coming on. Not for any reason really, just because I want one. I think this one will be a hill party. We have lots of kids up here now. And my mommy is here to help me get it all ready.
And OMG……I found two, count em, two grey hairs in my head! They were really pretty ones. Not all dirty grey, but white grey. I kinda like em. I liked them so much when I found them that I pulled them out and saved them in an envelope for all time. I think I will leave the replacements there when they grow back in. I’m fifty years old now, after all. I guess it’s time for my hair to start getting a little grey in it.
Once it goes good and grey, I’ll go ahead and lose some weight because I won’t need the fat to fluff out those pesky wrinkles around my eyes anymore. And I’ll stop wearing my hair in a pony tail too. It was time to stop doing that anyway. I only did it because it pulled the wrinkles out of my face and I had so many of them that I was almost wearing my face in a pony tail with just a little bit of hair hanging of the bottom of it! THAT was just getting creepy.
However, I have started to think that maybe I need to start wearing my rear end in pigtails.
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Posted by thought4food
October 4, 2007
I watched the news today and saw a story about a foster child being sent into court ordered risk of child abuse. I have first hand experience with exactly this issue. It is both astonishing and sickening how many people will blindly send a defenceless child into danger simply because the letter of the law says to do so. It sounds eerily similar to the Nazi’s claiming that they were only following orders.
In the case of the foster child, he is 2 years old and has lived with the foster parents virtually his entire life. His parents have lost all parental rights and the foster parents want to adopt him. The birth father, a convicted pedophile who is a Mexican national, stated in court that when released from prison he intends to return to Mexico to live with his mother. His birth mother never showed up for the hearing.
However, before the foster parents can adopt him the state must try to find a blood relative who is willing to take him. After a 2 year search, the mother of the pedophile finally agreeed to take the child. Yes, this is the same woman that the pedophile father will be living with when he gets out of prison. In another country. Where the United States, the birth country of this 2 year old child, will have no jurisdiction. And the state is actually defending their position of sending this AMERICAN child there and not letting him be adopted here by the only family he has ever known.
He will be taken away from the only parents he has ever known and sent to a country he has never seen to live with people he doesn’t know, who speak a language he doesn’t understand. And why are they even thinking about doing this? Because the stated goal of Social Services Departments in this country is to keep families together. NOT……I repeat NOT the welfare of children. Look it up.
If this isn’t a case of court ordered child abuse I’ll kiss your ass on the courthouse square at high noon.
Did you know that if you have a child crossing a county line for visitation and they are abused, if you do not see the abuse yourself, and there is no physical proof of abuse, you cannot report it in your county? Because YOUR county doesn’t have jurisdiction in any other county. Think about that for a second. This means that you have to literally stand outside the windows on the sidewalk peeking in and witness the abuse yourself in order to report your child being abused in another county. Scary isn’t it?
Can you imagine what it would be like for a child to be sent into another country? No offense to Mexico, I happen to love that country. The fact that it’s another country just makes it exponentially more likely that he’ll be lost.
We wonder why people are so much more violent than they were in the past. It isn’t the availability of guns. It isn’t violence in movies and on TV. (although it might have something to do with the JackAss movies and Bam, but that’s another blog) It isn’t even drugs. For the most part those things are all symptoms and tools. Until children are big enough to DO the things that catch our attention, we allow the most atrocious things to happen to them and we hide behind the letter of the law like that makes it alright.
It took My Dearest Husband and I years of anguish and pain, along with the help of an incredibly wonderful counselor who was willing to actually DO something, to finally get our daughter out of a sentence of court ordered child abuse. And now we are seeing all the unfortunate effects of the time she spent in that hell. She will never be who she could have been if there had been more people like her counselor. She will never be the happy, light hearted little munchkin she was the first time I saw her. With alot of hard work, she CAN be a fantastic, wonderful, caring, happy woman. Unfortunately, she will have to fight a fight she had no business having to fight. She should have been protected. She wasn’t. She was tossed under the wheels of the bus by the Social Services system who believes that the law is more important than the well being of children and that blood is more meaningful than love to a child.
What the hell are we thinking?
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Posted by thought4food
October 4, 2007
Life is perception. How we perceive an event is our reality of it. One man’s ceiling is another man’s floor. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. What you perceive as meaningless, someone else might perceive as the most meaningful thing in their life. Pay attention to how those important to you perceive the events in your lives. It counts.
Inaction is an action all by itself. It indicates indifference on a massive scale.
Why in the hell would anyone in this country with even ONE functioning brain cell think that Hillary Clinton would make a good president? This is a woman whose self esteem is so low that she stayed with a man who cheated on her in front of the entire world on more than one occasion. This can only mean one thing: He will pay in front of the entire world, and he will pay big! So, let’s put her in the White House????? Is she planning on giving her VP a BJ on TV during a State of the Nation Address? (Do you think I used enough acronyms in that sentence?) Women who stick around after being treated that way have one thing in mind: revenge. If Bill is smart (I know, I know, but it’s only a figure of speech) he would do something searingly outrageous and destroy her chances. It might save his life. And speaking as a woman myself, I can tell you this: Hillary remembers every one of you who have screwed her over. You might not even be aware that you did. *see paragraph one* And you will not get away unscathed either. Kenneth Star, I’m especially talking to YOU! She will smile for the cameras while she is listening in her earpiece to them tell her that the “package” has been deposited. That will be you in the East River wearing a pair of cement overshoes, going to sleep with the fishes. But only after she has caused them to make you scream like a girl. Think about it guys. Women are by far more vicious than men will ever be. And we never forget a slight. We certainly never forgive one. Putting Hillary Clinton in the White House is like dressing up Brittney Spears and putting HER in the White House. Sounds good, don’t it?
I wonder if the people that Blackwater were hired to guard and protect in Iraq want them gone? I haven’t heard anyone ask them. I haven’t heard any of them say. I would love to hear the answer to those questions. I also wonder who it was that Blackwater had with them at the time of the last big incident that caused all this hooohaaa. I hate magicians because I feel like misdirection is inherently dishonest. So this last big deal over Blackwater makes me wonder who was there and why all the fingers are pointing in so many different directions, but no one is saying who was with them.
Why are children always at their most obnoxious when my head hurts?#$%^&*
What parents say and what kids hear are two completely different things. example: Me-“Hi Honey, how was your day?”
Them-“Why R U gettin all up in my KoolAid?” That wasn’t a good exchange at all was it? We had no exchange of information, no exchange of pleasantries at all. That’s because what they hear is not what we said.
Me-how was your day translation: What did you do that was wrong or that I’m going to get a call from your school about before the day is through?
No wonder the response is so vehement! I have no solution for this distortion as yet, however I am working on it and as soon as I perfect the formula, I will put it on a paid programming commercial at 4:45am and you too can have it for 6 easy payments of JUST $19.95 plus shipping and handling!
When we were kids our dad used to wake us up every morning and whip us before he went to work. He did this because he knew that before he got home that night we would have done something to deserve it. He was right. I’m thinking about reviving that old tradition. Either that, or take up drinking. I’m not really sure which way I’m going to go yet. I’m leaning towards the whipping, but I’m not sure I could stand all that whining and crying. But after the first time or two, I’d probably cowboy up and stop doing that. On the other hand, drinking would be so much less work for me. *sigh* decisions, decisions
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Posted by thought4food
October 3, 2007
She’s dead. Leave it alone. No matter how many times you investigate it, she’ll still be dead.
On the other hand, everybody loves a mystery, right?
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Posted by thought4food
October 3, 2007
Blackwater was hired as an independent contractor to guard and protect visiting dignitaries while they were in Iraq. That’s my take on it, anyway. If I’m wrong, please disregard the following.
Would you rather they wait to return fire until all the Iraqi citizens are out of the way? I’m sure Condoleeza Rice won’t mind waiting under the Hummer until they all scurry inside first. What’s a little dirt and oil up her nose, right? I mean, that’s just par for the course when you’re visiting a war torn nation. You really don’t expect to go from one place to another without hitting the dirt several times on the way, right?
It’s not like they have roadside bombs going off over there every day, right? I mean please! Show some restraint guys! Let Condie get a graze at least before you start return fire! She’s a right tough little cookie! She won’t mind! Hell the Secretary of State would be willing to take one for the team before you actually start firing back. He’s a generous kinda guy.
And if Hillary ever comes over, you can just put a stick up her ass and wave her around like a target peace flag and see if that works out for you. If she comes back full of bullet holes, maybe that was just an accident and you can try again with Bill.
I just don’t understand why you guys automatically assume that when a vehicle bursts out of traffic and starts towards you at a high rate of speed, it must be a threat! Jeeze maybe it’s just some Iraqi guy who’s late for work. I mean, gun barrels bristling out the windows don’t necessarily haveto mean that they are being aggressive do they? Maybe they’re just going skeet shooting at the country club. Did you ever think of that?
And what are a few mis-aimed bombs between friends? Jiminy! You would think that they were attacking you or something, just because they bombed a few barracks and killed a few people. You guys have got to lighten UP! If you don’t do that soon, people just might think you have a job to do there and that you take it seriously. God knows, we don’t want THAT to happen!
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October 3, 2007
Kennedy Assassination
I don’t want my mysteries solved. I want to ruminate about them over a nice hot cup of java on crisp Sunday mornings while I’m sitting on the porch swing with My Dearest Husband watching the sun come up over the valley. It gives us something to really sink our teeth into without getting too full, if you know what I mean.
Like, I prefer the lone gunman theory for the JFK shooting. I’ve seen alot of stupid fast shooters in my time. It would be just about like Lee Harvey Oswald to be one of those gun nuts who put in enough hours and had just enough natural ability to pull that off all by himself. If you’ve ever been all hyped up on the A-line you know how things just seem to move in slow mo while everything is happening, while in reality it’s all moving in hyperspeed. If Oswald happened to be in just that frame of reference, he could have pulled it off easy. All by his lonesome.
My Dearest Husband prefers the group theory. More to keep the argument going than any firm belief in it I think.
We went to Dealey Plaza in Dallas, stood on the grassy knoll, actually stood on the X they have marked on the road where Kennedy took the shot. Kinda creepy how it’s all laid out there like that. We stood on that X and looked back at the windows of the School book depository where Oswald would have been shooting from. It would have been a clear and easy shot. Not near as complicated as it was always made to seem.
The fact is, he had easier shots at Kennedy while he was coming straight towards him. My guess is that he chose not to take them because so many people would have been looking right in his direction at the time of the shots. It would have been so much easier to see him(Oswald) there. By waiting until Kennedy turned the corner and was moving away, all faces and cameras would have been pointing away from his location.
Could easily have been one man. It could easily have been Oswald. Or someone one else. Who knows who it was.?
Robert Garwood
Bobby Garwood walks out of Viet Nam more than ten years after he was captured and held as a POW. He begins to tell about other US service men still in camps in Viet Nam and other countries in Southeast Asia. But Bobby Garwood is an embarrassment to the US government and they don’t like him. So what he says has to be kept quiet. However, what he says can be proven. Google him. Look him up.
Read everything you can find out about his disappearance, his captivity, and his return home. Then think about what you now know about our involvement in Southeast Asia. Think about all of the despicable things our government did to the very soldiers they sent over there to fight. Then decide what you think about what a man did to survive his captivity in the hands of the enemy.
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Posted by thought4food
September 28, 2007
Don’t say yes if you mean no, then get all pissed off later.
If you have something to say, say it.
If you have nothing to say, say nothing.
If your significant other asks you a question, answer them as honestly as you can. Do NOT expect them to read your mind. That’s just stupid and unfair. If they could read your mind, they would have already got the Pick 6 number and you’d be filthy rich and boppin the pool boy/girl. Give them some information they can use. Play fair.
Keep in mind that it is not being mean if you hang up on someone who has called YOU. Especially if you don’t know them.
When someone calls you and starts asking questions, your automatic response should NOT be to answer, but to start asking questions of your own.
example: Riiiiiiing. Hello.
Is Mr. Whoozit in?
No, may I take a message?
Who am I speaking to?
That’s not really your business. Who am I speaking to?
This is Mr. Soanso from Suchandsuch. Do you have a number where Mr. Whoozit can be reached in an emergency?
IS this an emergency? If you’ll give me your number I’ll get in touch with Mr. Whoozit and give it to him and I’m sure if it’s an emergency he’ll be sure to get back in touch with you as soon as humanly possible.
*SIGH* Nevermind, I’ll just try back later. CLICK!!!!
Seriously, it is NOT someone else’s place to be asking you questions on your phone and it is not rude, mean, or socially unacceptable to refuse to answer them.
Listen to your instincts. Human beings are still alive today because of them.
Pay attention. To Everything.
Be careful what you say. You can’t unring a bell, and you can’t unsay an unkind word or undo the hurt it causes.
Care.
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September 28, 2007
Our oldest daughter came home yesterday. It’s been three years since I’ve laid eyes on her. My heart has seen her twenty-four/seven but my eyes have hungered for her non-stop. Going long periods of time between physically seeing her is normal. She is a natural born gypsy. She comes by that honestly.
I never seem to be prepared for just how overwhelmingly happy I am to see her. I kept poking her on the arm. She kept looking at me. Finally, the last time I did it she said, “Believe I’m really here yet?” There seems to be a Birdie shaped hole in my being when she isn’t with me that immediately fills up when she comes home.
It’s like that with all my family and to a lesser degree with my friends. I’m like a puzzle. I’m this huge picture. I know what it is, I know what it looks like. But I’m only really complete and the whole big picture when everyone is together. I almost had it this Labor Day.
Labor Day marked the one year anniversary since the house burned down. All in all things have progressed fairly splendidly since then. We moved into what seems to us to be the perfect house in which to finish raising the kids, finish growing old, hobble around awhile, become a burden to said kids, make them change our diapers just like we did theirs, and eventually be remanded to an old folks home, there to linger and molder away, forgotten and neglected while the aforementioned kids are happily enjoying the life of Riley back at the old homestead. So we decided it was time to conduct a good ol fashioned throw-down.
The icing on the cake was that my mom (you remember her, I am now the proud owner of her hands) and my brothers and my sister(in law) and my niece(my GOD I love that kid) all came up from good ol FLA to attend! AND My Dearest Husband’s Grandma came from 250 miles away along with his mom. Most of our closest friends were able to attend. The few that weren’t were in our thoughts. Our new neighbors were here. We had just the best time ever! The best count we could get was approximately 47 people. Not bad.
The kids all played and didn’t fuss and fight. The grownups all played and didn’t fuss and fight. Even I was nice! (I think) It lasted from around noon until way, way late. Actually it lasted until way early the next day. We had two chefs that cooked on the grill for us. OMG They ruled! My Dearest Husband’s Aunt and Cousin brought some kick ass goodies. We cooked. I say “we” as if I actually helped any! LOL I didn’t! Don’t let me fool you. I was absolutely NO help of any kind at all. My help consisted of staying out of the way and trying not to talk too much. Because by the day of the party I had been off my meds for a fair amount of days ( another story for another time) and I was having major difficulties even saying words. Mostly I just wandered around aimlessly. But at least I wasn’t destructive. That in itself was helpful.
The bros and the hubbie knocked out a couple horse shoe pits and everyone threw some shoes. Down here in Carolina you ain’t had a party if you haven’t threw the shoes. After everyone left, my little brother, Pony, got out my guitar and he and my older brother, Pork Chop, and I sat out on the front porch and sang all the old songs while the dogs lay around under our feet. Pork Chop said it was like being in Mayberry.
The puzzle was mostly put together that day. Only a few missing pieces. It was good to have everyone here. It’s been awhile since we’ve been able to do that.
Big party, lots of people, food, beer, family, friends, no bloodshed = success.
*sigh* (insert big sappy grin) I love reunions.
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