Alright kids, I hope everyone had as awesome of a holiday as I did. I can't believe it's almost over...I've got one day left in The Heights and I've gotta make sure I spend it wisely. So far, the cheese danish/coffee combo I had for breakfast and Pride and Prejudice with my mom and sister seems like a good start, but we'll see.
Christmas was amazing this year as my mother is fantastical and bought me a laptop. I don't even know how to use a laptop and I often times find myself on the verge of dropping it/stepping on it so we'll see how this goes. It's pretty though, red and shiny so that already decides how good it is, doesn't it? I think so.
Last night I hung out with the girls for the first time in like a year. Jill came to town so we met up at Mongo for some excellent dinner and then went to Bar Louie's for some drinks and had a Bazooka Joe shot which has made it's way onto "Ashley's List of Girly Shots She Won't Throw Up after Drinking" so that's always a plus. From there we somehow convinced her to go see Twilight during which Jill laughed her ass off at the terrible acting and graphics. Somehow that is the THIRD TIME i've seen that flick, which is really just sick. But whatevs, that kid is a dream boat and I would sit through any amount of garbage for hours on end just to hear him say the words "You are my life now" outloud and pretend he was saying it to me.
After that we hit up Rosie O'Grady's where the boys were a hot mess, we danced around like kids and I almost hit several of them in the parking lot on their walk home because boys are dumb and like to do stuff like that the age of 25...walk home at two in the morning for no freaking reason.
So now I'm looking forward to the New Year and trying to decide on some resolutions for myself. I submitted my book to The Key before the holidays and it doesn't look promising as I haven't heard back from them yet and I dunno, I'm just pretty sure I'm not cut out for their caliber of writing. I'm realizing now that maybe I'm out of my league with my topic and my style but I guess that doesn't mean I should give up. If and when they turn down my manuscript I'm just gonna start from scratch. Write about something i really know and maybe that will work better for me. Not that anyone cares, just felt like I should put something down in words to remind myself never to give up. Giving up is for suckers.
Fun Facts:
1. Job interview in March in NYC (scream here of excitement) for a teaching position for next fall. Too bad that the job is actually in L.A. and I don't know if I could ever actually see myself moving all the way out there alone just for a job but who knows. It would suck to have to leave everyone behind, including Scott and Pittsburgh of course, but I figure I have my whole life to live in one place near friends and family and what not and what I really need to do now is figure out what I'm doing for me. Teaching has to be in my future because, hello, I'm a genius and need to spread the love. Since Michigan is a black hole of employment and Pennsylvania and the entire midwest is basically the same, i just have to follow the jobs. Wish me luck. If nothing else, it will make for an awesome weekend in The City with Kel and Beth where I'm sure if theres a Jimmy Johns in the vicinity, we'll have one hell of a time.
2. We got two puppies for Christmas. The real obstacle is discovering whether or not they've eaten my entire house by the time I make it back for a visit. Their names are Bridgette and Barnum and they're ridiculously cute and they use that to their advantage like black magic for their mischief. Those eyes and rolly polly bellies suck you in to submission where in the next moment you'll discover they've inhaled four house plants and your power cord for your brand new laptop. yay!
3. Ray Lamontagne's CD "Gossip in the Grain" is so mystical I actually weep when I hear it. Find someone you love and that loves to dance and play "You are the best thing" really loudly while swinging about the livingroom. It reminds you what love is. It reminds me of Beth and Kel.
Alright my sister got The Magic Bullet for Christmas (not exactly what I thought it was going to be when my mom said she bought it for her...moved passed the horror, found out it's a kitchen appliance. thank gawd) and she's going to whip me up an omelette and a smoothie while I stand at the kitchen counter like I'm in an infomercial, telling her the entire time there's no way one little machine can make us so many things. We're also going to crush macadamia nuts in thirty seconds or less into a fine powder. just cause we can.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
"We're no longer Sonic Death Monkey.We're on the verge of becoming Kathleen Turner Overdrive but for tonight we are Barry Jive and his Uptown five"
I'm feeling very Nick Horby/Rob Gordon this afternoon which is why I've decided before I enlighten you with the crapfest that is my existence, I'll give you my top five favorite movies of all times and why. Aren't you glad you blog with the best?
1. Life as a House because, hello, I measure movies strictly on their ability to make me cry my freakin eyes out and this one takes the cake. Man finds out he has cancer. Man tricks son into loving him again while building a house together. Man leaves son a better man. I don't know the genius behind such a movie script but I want to have his babies. Not only that, this movie made me want to be a man, have cancer, have a son AND build a house. It's unreal. Plus the band Guster is all over this movie like you wouldn't believe, they even name the dog Guster and Hayden Christiansen is so angsty it makes my eyeballs ring black. Awesome. Rent it. Cry your eyes out. Thank God we live in a time where Kevin Kline melts our hearts.
2. The Little Princess. This is strictly my father's fault, as odd as that sounds. He went on this kick when i was like ten where he would take me to the video store and convinced me that Shirley Temple movies were the thing to be watching instead of Macauley Culkin flicks, which, ok, he had a point. She is adorable in this film and while the foreign guy next door with the parrot and the monkey kind of freaked me out for a while, he totally pulled through in the end. All i'm saying is if I had a daughter and I died and my husband went away to war and 'died' and she was left as a penniless orphan in a girls home only to be found later by her father who hadn't actually died but just lost his memory and it's her love that brings him back to reality...i would want her to be like Shirley Temple.
3. Say Anything. Anybody who thinks that John Cusack isn't a stone fox in this movie with a boom box over his head playing Peter Gabriel sap is nuts. "I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen". UGH. Isn't that the epitome of everyones entire love life ever? Isn't it always you giving and someone not giving back what you really need in return? Breaks me. Teaches her to drive (way sexier than having your father teach you outside your dance studio, still in tap shoes, on a monday at like 9 pm when all you can think about is dinner and not wearing a leotard). Tells her father the only plans for his life is to spend as much time with her as possible. (Thats it! Who needs any other plans when youre hopelessly in love?!) And he loves to kick box. That last one doesnt really matter as much but whatever, John Cusack is a dream boat.
4. Drop Dead Fred. I think i love this one because it's terrible. I can't even think of a single positive thing to say about it except that it cracks me up to no end. Vulgar invisible best friend comes back to teach a grown woman that she hasn't out grown him really and needs him now more than ever. The guy looks like Chucky in adult human form, rubs boogers on everything and calls pubic hair "cobwebs". For some reason my parents let me watch this as a kid but I think i'm a well rounded individual because of it. I'm also extremely jealous of anyone who ever had an imaginary friend. Rent it if you can even find it and get ready for some mindless entertainment.
5. Nine Months. Ok, this one just recently made the list because i got to watch it on tv. Normally I'm not a Julianne Moore fan only because recently she's been doing some weird ass films like Blind. Hugh Grant, however, has the capability to make me fall in love with whatever asshat character he's playing, including this guy who is terrified his long term girlfriend becomes pregnant. Not very original, for obvious "we are talking about a man here" reasons but Tom Arnold and Joan Cusack are like the most bizarre best friend couple you could think to put together and Robin Williams is the ape obstetrician from another country constantly screwing things up with an accent. I love Robin Williams accents.
The thing that made me fall in love was the end. Hugh Grant, in this RIDICULOUSLY VALIANT effort for his now wife gets up in the middle of the night with their crying baby. She goes into the livingroom and finds them swaying to Van Morrison's "These are the Days" and he looks to her and says in his freaking adorable british accent:
"I thought we'd have a bit of a dahnce."
(spelled so you can get the full effect of dahnce british accent hunkiness.)
bit of a dance? If i woke up in the middle of the night to find my usually screaming baby and dream boat husband in the living room dancing to freaking van morrison's greatest song ever and he said they were having 'just a bit of a dance' i would lose my mind.
sigh. now i dont even have the energy to do any of my homework or writing stuff.
WHICH is going weirdly well recently. The Key Publishing called me back and the lady was so nice and she set me up with one of their other novelists to get some more research done for my book. The thing i need most right now is an interview with a Sudanese or Darfur refugee (and no kel, i dont think 1-800-undergroundrailroad is really gonna work on this one) so if anyone has any ideas how i can get ahold of one, even if it's only via phone I would be eternally grateful.
dinner time. and by dinner i mean kix cereal.
1. Life as a House because, hello, I measure movies strictly on their ability to make me cry my freakin eyes out and this one takes the cake. Man finds out he has cancer. Man tricks son into loving him again while building a house together. Man leaves son a better man. I don't know the genius behind such a movie script but I want to have his babies. Not only that, this movie made me want to be a man, have cancer, have a son AND build a house. It's unreal. Plus the band Guster is all over this movie like you wouldn't believe, they even name the dog Guster and Hayden Christiansen is so angsty it makes my eyeballs ring black. Awesome. Rent it. Cry your eyes out. Thank God we live in a time where Kevin Kline melts our hearts.
2. The Little Princess. This is strictly my father's fault, as odd as that sounds. He went on this kick when i was like ten where he would take me to the video store and convinced me that Shirley Temple movies were the thing to be watching instead of Macauley Culkin flicks, which, ok, he had a point. She is adorable in this film and while the foreign guy next door with the parrot and the monkey kind of freaked me out for a while, he totally pulled through in the end. All i'm saying is if I had a daughter and I died and my husband went away to war and 'died' and she was left as a penniless orphan in a girls home only to be found later by her father who hadn't actually died but just lost his memory and it's her love that brings him back to reality...i would want her to be like Shirley Temple.
3. Say Anything. Anybody who thinks that John Cusack isn't a stone fox in this movie with a boom box over his head playing Peter Gabriel sap is nuts. "I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen". UGH. Isn't that the epitome of everyones entire love life ever? Isn't it always you giving and someone not giving back what you really need in return? Breaks me. Teaches her to drive (way sexier than having your father teach you outside your dance studio, still in tap shoes, on a monday at like 9 pm when all you can think about is dinner and not wearing a leotard). Tells her father the only plans for his life is to spend as much time with her as possible. (Thats it! Who needs any other plans when youre hopelessly in love?!) And he loves to kick box. That last one doesnt really matter as much but whatever, John Cusack is a dream boat.
4. Drop Dead Fred. I think i love this one because it's terrible. I can't even think of a single positive thing to say about it except that it cracks me up to no end. Vulgar invisible best friend comes back to teach a grown woman that she hasn't out grown him really and needs him now more than ever. The guy looks like Chucky in adult human form, rubs boogers on everything and calls pubic hair "cobwebs". For some reason my parents let me watch this as a kid but I think i'm a well rounded individual because of it. I'm also extremely jealous of anyone who ever had an imaginary friend. Rent it if you can even find it and get ready for some mindless entertainment.
5. Nine Months. Ok, this one just recently made the list because i got to watch it on tv. Normally I'm not a Julianne Moore fan only because recently she's been doing some weird ass films like Blind. Hugh Grant, however, has the capability to make me fall in love with whatever asshat character he's playing, including this guy who is terrified his long term girlfriend becomes pregnant. Not very original, for obvious "we are talking about a man here" reasons but Tom Arnold and Joan Cusack are like the most bizarre best friend couple you could think to put together and Robin Williams is the ape obstetrician from another country constantly screwing things up with an accent. I love Robin Williams accents.
The thing that made me fall in love was the end. Hugh Grant, in this RIDICULOUSLY VALIANT effort for his now wife gets up in the middle of the night with their crying baby. She goes into the livingroom and finds them swaying to Van Morrison's "These are the Days" and he looks to her and says in his freaking adorable british accent:
"I thought we'd have a bit of a dahnce."
(spelled so you can get the full effect of dahnce british accent hunkiness.)
bit of a dance? If i woke up in the middle of the night to find my usually screaming baby and dream boat husband in the living room dancing to freaking van morrison's greatest song ever and he said they were having 'just a bit of a dance' i would lose my mind.
sigh. now i dont even have the energy to do any of my homework or writing stuff.
WHICH is going weirdly well recently. The Key Publishing called me back and the lady was so nice and she set me up with one of their other novelists to get some more research done for my book. The thing i need most right now is an interview with a Sudanese or Darfur refugee (and no kel, i dont think 1-800-undergroundrailroad is really gonna work on this one) so if anyone has any ideas how i can get ahold of one, even if it's only via phone I would be eternally grateful.
dinner time. and by dinner i mean kix cereal.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Due to high demand
I feel like a rock star. Well...a rock writer. Seriously, kids, who knew life in pittsburgh so flipping glamorous? I love that you've bothered me to update you though...it proves I'm not the only one with a strict four website rotation daily and in need of anything new, regardless of the crap it contains.
The latest and greatest didn't even happen in Pittsburgh, but in Minneapolis where Beth and I met up with Kelley last weekend. Simply put it was awesome. Well, ok, it did not start out awesome. It started out with Delta getting me to a gate 15 minutes early but refusing to let me off my plane to make my connection, MISSING my connection after running through the airport with seven strangers like a scene right out of home alone and then crying profusely like a big blubbering idiot at customer service. Luckily, this old lady from Savannah, Georgia, that I sat with on my first flight came out of nowhere like an angel and saved me. Because no one in customer service could understand a flipping thing i was saying in between broken sobs of "minneapolis.....minneapolis...." she had to talk for me and succeeded in getting me a different flight first thing the next morning, a free hotel and free food without my having to say a thing. It was awesome, I don't know if there's like an old lady mafia but if there is, she's the god....mother or whatever.
So the next morning I land in Minneapolis at 7:30 and the girls, bright eyed and bushy tailed (hung over from a wine night of giggling) get me, get bagels, take me to the mall of America, take a group nap on kelley's floor and proceed to our halloween destinations. I was Sarah Palin because, seriously....is there anyone else in the world more horrifying? Beth was the sexiest red riding hood I've seen in my life ("um....beth = gorgeous" I believe is the text message we came across during our evening out) and Kelley was decked out as Cleopatra complete with fake eyelashes that glued themselves to everything BUT her eyes on our way out the door. We spent the night running all over Minneapolis, waving and calling out "Drill baby drill" to strangers and ended the night with beth basically asleep on a side walk, our thirteenth jimmy john sandwiches in hand since we arrived in the city. It was a freakin awesome halloween.
It was so great to see them, i seriously had no idea how much I missed them until I saw their faces. Don't get me wrong, we were exhausted....running on approximately twelve hours of sleep the entire weekend and subject to hysterical fits of laughing at nothing in particular in dollar stores ( who knew they sold pregnancy tests? For a dollar...what is that, like, 14% accuracy?) but still....well worth the two and a half days spent in one another's company. My future goal, when I'm Oprah Rich, is to get us all living in the same city.
Now I'm back. My sister has forced me into the Twilight series like a true loser , I'm getting my first semester of school FINISHED with and working my butt off. I'm also working on finishing up my book and will begin the prostitution process known as publishing hopefully in the near future if I dont kill myself from the infinite number of rejection letters I receive in the mail.
And one last shout out to Barack Obama because, seriously...how amazing. Way to go America. I was seriously doubting, for a minute there due to some of the outlandish things I was hearing, that we might not be progressive enough to get the job done but I'm continually amazed and impressed with our abilities to move forward as a collective unit.
The latest and greatest didn't even happen in Pittsburgh, but in Minneapolis where Beth and I met up with Kelley last weekend. Simply put it was awesome. Well, ok, it did not start out awesome. It started out with Delta getting me to a gate 15 minutes early but refusing to let me off my plane to make my connection, MISSING my connection after running through the airport with seven strangers like a scene right out of home alone and then crying profusely like a big blubbering idiot at customer service. Luckily, this old lady from Savannah, Georgia, that I sat with on my first flight came out of nowhere like an angel and saved me. Because no one in customer service could understand a flipping thing i was saying in between broken sobs of "minneapolis.....minneapolis...." she had to talk for me and succeeded in getting me a different flight first thing the next morning, a free hotel and free food without my having to say a thing. It was awesome, I don't know if there's like an old lady mafia but if there is, she's the god....mother or whatever.
So the next morning I land in Minneapolis at 7:30 and the girls, bright eyed and bushy tailed (hung over from a wine night of giggling) get me, get bagels, take me to the mall of America, take a group nap on kelley's floor and proceed to our halloween destinations. I was Sarah Palin because, seriously....is there anyone else in the world more horrifying? Beth was the sexiest red riding hood I've seen in my life ("um....beth = gorgeous" I believe is the text message we came across during our evening out) and Kelley was decked out as Cleopatra complete with fake eyelashes that glued themselves to everything BUT her eyes on our way out the door. We spent the night running all over Minneapolis, waving and calling out "Drill baby drill" to strangers and ended the night with beth basically asleep on a side walk, our thirteenth jimmy john sandwiches in hand since we arrived in the city. It was a freakin awesome halloween.
It was so great to see them, i seriously had no idea how much I missed them until I saw their faces. Don't get me wrong, we were exhausted....running on approximately twelve hours of sleep the entire weekend and subject to hysterical fits of laughing at nothing in particular in dollar stores ( who knew they sold pregnancy tests? For a dollar...what is that, like, 14% accuracy?) but still....well worth the two and a half days spent in one another's company. My future goal, when I'm Oprah Rich, is to get us all living in the same city.
Now I'm back. My sister has forced me into the Twilight series like a true loser , I'm getting my first semester of school FINISHED with and working my butt off. I'm also working on finishing up my book and will begin the prostitution process known as publishing hopefully in the near future if I dont kill myself from the infinite number of rejection letters I receive in the mail.
And one last shout out to Barack Obama because, seriously...how amazing. Way to go America. I was seriously doubting, for a minute there due to some of the outlandish things I was hearing, that we might not be progressive enough to get the job done but I'm continually amazed and impressed with our abilities to move forward as a collective unit.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Blech
I have the flu. Or as I like to call it, the bubonic plague because it is disgusting and I feel like I'm going to die. Everything hurts....even typing. However, typing this is better than doing my homework that was due two days ago so...anything for a little extra procrastination.
You know, it's weird. I'm pretty sure there was a time in my life when I was younger, like A LOT younger and obviously naive, when I thought things like buying my own groceries and paying my own bills and cleaning my own house would be cool. I could do them the way I wanted instead of the way my mom did them and I would feel like a grownup or some bullshit like that and it would be fun.
However, it is NOT fun. It blows. Buying your own groceries? Never freakin ending. I need food in this house constantly. Who keeps drinking all the damn milk? Where is the diet coke disappearing to? AND everything goes bad. I'm sticking to canned goods and freezer food from here on out because spending 5.00 on a watermelon that I can't finish in the week it takes to go bad is a complete freakin waste. No more fresh cauliflower or lettuce for lunches, bread that gets mushy and then hard in my cupboards, no more! I'm gonna go for that canned peas and frozen pizza lifestyle I hear so much about. It sounds fantastic.
ALSO I must have been on meth when I thought cleaning my own house was a good idea. I mean, there have been times in the past where I've felt great after scouring my apartment top to bottom. HOWEVER, cleaning this pig sty on a weekly basis is appalling. There is hair everywhere and trust me, it all doesnt look like its coming from heads if you catch my drift, which makes it even more upsetting to clean up. Dishes constantly. Everything sticks and dries on the plates, i hate touching damp sponges that have been sitting on the edge of my sink for two days in a pile of ketchup. Crumbs all over the floor. I need to find an illegal immigrant, preferably of the Mexican decent because I hear fabulous things about their skills, and see if they will clean my apartment on a weekly basis for a very low fee because I can't take this much longer.
Sorry I'm such a whiner. Work is going better, I was able to go in and talk to my boss about how terrible it is working there and she was able to make some adjustments to my schedule. I also start observing at Winchester Thurston Upper this week to start my observation hours for class. They said they wouldn't mind me teaching one of the classes some day in the future as part of my ob.hours and that sounds pretty cool. However, i tend to get worked up in those situations and rather than getting anything accomplished I'll probably get up there, vomit and have to go home early. Hooray!
Have to dry my hair, scrounge up something for dinner, finish the homework I've been putting off. Hope everyone had a better weekend than me!
You know, it's weird. I'm pretty sure there was a time in my life when I was younger, like A LOT younger and obviously naive, when I thought things like buying my own groceries and paying my own bills and cleaning my own house would be cool. I could do them the way I wanted instead of the way my mom did them and I would feel like a grownup or some bullshit like that and it would be fun.
However, it is NOT fun. It blows. Buying your own groceries? Never freakin ending. I need food in this house constantly. Who keeps drinking all the damn milk? Where is the diet coke disappearing to? AND everything goes bad. I'm sticking to canned goods and freezer food from here on out because spending 5.00 on a watermelon that I can't finish in the week it takes to go bad is a complete freakin waste. No more fresh cauliflower or lettuce for lunches, bread that gets mushy and then hard in my cupboards, no more! I'm gonna go for that canned peas and frozen pizza lifestyle I hear so much about. It sounds fantastic.
ALSO I must have been on meth when I thought cleaning my own house was a good idea. I mean, there have been times in the past where I've felt great after scouring my apartment top to bottom. HOWEVER, cleaning this pig sty on a weekly basis is appalling. There is hair everywhere and trust me, it all doesnt look like its coming from heads if you catch my drift, which makes it even more upsetting to clean up. Dishes constantly. Everything sticks and dries on the plates, i hate touching damp sponges that have been sitting on the edge of my sink for two days in a pile of ketchup. Crumbs all over the floor. I need to find an illegal immigrant, preferably of the Mexican decent because I hear fabulous things about their skills, and see if they will clean my apartment on a weekly basis for a very low fee because I can't take this much longer.
Sorry I'm such a whiner. Work is going better, I was able to go in and talk to my boss about how terrible it is working there and she was able to make some adjustments to my schedule. I also start observing at Winchester Thurston Upper this week to start my observation hours for class. They said they wouldn't mind me teaching one of the classes some day in the future as part of my ob.hours and that sounds pretty cool. However, i tend to get worked up in those situations and rather than getting anything accomplished I'll probably get up there, vomit and have to go home early. Hooray!
Have to dry my hair, scrounge up something for dinner, finish the homework I've been putting off. Hope everyone had a better weekend than me!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Wanted: Bagel Slicer and Toe Nail Trimmer
Alright kids, I'm on the hunt for a new job. My current employers, aka The Nazi's, are driving me crazy. They were nice for a while, you know, until they lure you into that job comfort zone and then abuse you to the point of no return. SO if you are aware of anyone in the Pittsburgh area who is hiring for anything...and I mean anything (see title of today's blog) please let me know asap so that I may confront my current job, give them the high sign for "eat me" and set the place on fire. Thank you for your help.
Other than that, nothing new here. I'm sick of cleaning up Scotty's lucious locks from the floor on the a weekly basis because the boy sheds like a Grizzly. If winter weren't approaching I would have buzz cut him in his sleep already but I also don't want to listen to him whine about pneumonia and other such nonsense due to his lack of heat retained in the head. The price you pay for love.
Classes are going well, I'm currently becoming an expert on integrating technology into today's classrooms. In case you're curious what that entails, it means I know how to work Power Point, a tv/vcr/dvd combo and an overhead projector. Just give me the A now.
alright, time to clean. sorry i was boring today, i had too much coffee this morning with double fudge mocha creamer and can't sit still.
Other than that, nothing new here. I'm sick of cleaning up Scotty's lucious locks from the floor on the a weekly basis because the boy sheds like a Grizzly. If winter weren't approaching I would have buzz cut him in his sleep already but I also don't want to listen to him whine about pneumonia and other such nonsense due to his lack of heat retained in the head. The price you pay for love.
Classes are going well, I'm currently becoming an expert on integrating technology into today's classrooms. In case you're curious what that entails, it means I know how to work Power Point, a tv/vcr/dvd combo and an overhead projector. Just give me the A now.
alright, time to clean. sorry i was boring today, i had too much coffee this morning with double fudge mocha creamer and can't sit still.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
uh, what?
Just to let everyone know, I'm doing Hot Yoga today. Thank you linsey, this is all your fault.
Also, it's not like i WANTED hot yoga. I just wanted Yoga....period. Get a little stretch on, call it working out, get to wear the cute tank top and exercise pants hoopla, it seemed like a win win situation.
Now i will be sweating my ass of in a ninety degree room with people who probably don't even shower all that often. This can only lead to slippery feet, slippery stretching, kicking someone i don't know in the face and a lawsuit.
exercise doesn't pay. have a donut for me folks.
Also, it's not like i WANTED hot yoga. I just wanted Yoga....period. Get a little stretch on, call it working out, get to wear the cute tank top and exercise pants hoopla, it seemed like a win win situation.
Now i will be sweating my ass of in a ninety degree room with people who probably don't even shower all that often. This can only lead to slippery feet, slippery stretching, kicking someone i don't know in the face and a lawsuit.
exercise doesn't pay. have a donut for me folks.