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Tickle-yer-funny-bone Tuesday

Happy Tuesday, party people!

Sometimes your brain just needs a rest, right? Nothing heavy. Nothing deep. So today I thought that I would borrow (uh, STEAL) a link from Abby's post yesterday that made me laugh hysterically. She has posted great "Food Art" links in the past that always tickle my funny bone. I loved it so much that I forwarded it to anyone I think has a sense of humor. I asked her if I could link her and post about it today, so if you didn't get my email, that either means I know you read the blog or I think you're a bore. KIDDING!

Some of them are so good, they're in the mix twice... enjoy...

Here's Abby's link from yesterday involving sandwiches. You'll never look at a PB&J the same way again.

Then I decided to google "Food Art" on my own...here were some finds:

This is a link to some bento, latte and cake art. Amazing.

More funny food art. More bento art (those Japanese artists have a lot of time on their hands!), foodscapes and veggie art.

still more Bento Box Art
- very creative and painstakingly detailed!

Some of these are hilarious- love the gun-shaped Egg-maker for those folks who are not "morning People!" ... Care for a Meatball or cocktail-weiner shaped bubble gum?

Have a great day, folks!

Deb (I can't get my new signature to work- guess I'm not a morning person- better eat my gun-shaped eggs ! grrr!)

Exciting News at SmoothieGirlEatsToo Headquarters!!

No, not really. I just said that to get your attention.

But I am announcing a new addition to the format here at SGET (gosh, that just does NOT roll off the tongue like I wished it did). I have decided that for someone who, in a moment of smug self-importance, named herself "SmoothieGirl," I am woefully lacking in smoothie recipes for the blogette. As I've discovered my favorite PB&J smoothie that I make every.day.of.my.life, I rarely venture away from it except when I'm craving chocolate, so I make a............



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CHOCOLATE SMOOTHIE!! Genius, I know.

Well, I think that I need to grow as a Smogger (hmm, I was shooting for Smoothie Blogger but it didn't work very well), so I'm going to challenge myself to create some new and interesting smoothies every week. From now on, Saturdays shall be deemed...


(more drumrolling.......................)






SMOOTHIE SATURDAYS!!!

(and the crowd goes wild)

...or if I get busy on Saturdays it might be........

SMOOTHIE SUNDAYS!!!


Anyway, the point is, one of the days on the weekend I will offer up a few recipes that I will have guinnea pigged on myself the prior week. It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it.

If you have anything you think you'd like me to try (and don't say eye of newt with frog legs or anything like that) then shout.

I'm thinking I need a cute signature like all the other big-girl bloggers. How about this one:

Why I'm happy that hubby fell ill on April 29, 2005

You must be thinking that I'm a callous and unsympathetic wife. Perhaps you are right, but let me tell you why I would say such a thing....If the hubs wasn't sick that day, I would probably not be blogging.

You see, when I returned from the gym that day in 2005, I came home to find the hubby sick in bed. We were scheduled to attend a winery tour and tasting at a vineyard nearby. When I realized that he wasn't well, I exclaimed, "Oh you POOR, POOR SWEET BABY!! I'm SOOOooooo sorry that you are feeling so awful!! Oops, look at the time! I'm off to a wine-tasting...BYE!"

Guess you were right about me being callous and unsympathetic- see how well you know me?


Rosenthal Winery and Vineyards



It was a tour/nibble/taste/mingle affair and I was a tad nervous going by myself (serves me right, of course) but I ended up standing next to a girl I will call Jill (actually, that is her name...that's why I will call her Jill). We began chatting and she introduced me to her friends. Long story short, we've all been friends ever since.



Who knew I'd meet such good friends so unexpectedly?

Every so often, Jill would forward me an e-newsletter if she thinks it would interest me. One day she passed along a Vital Juice Daily or a Daily Candy or one of those "Daily" newsletters. Anyway, something interesting caught my eye: there was a blurb about a girl who (get this!) photographed EVERY MORSEL OF FOOD SHE ATE EVERY DAY and then she (wait, wait! it gets better!) POSTED IT ONTO A WEBSITE FOR THE WHOLE UNIVERSE TO SEE!!

What?!! This doesn't shock you? I bet if you think back to when you first started reading food blogs, you'll realize that even just for a moment you thought this a bit odd.

I found myself glued to KathEatsRealFood for the better part of the afternoon. 'Wow, do you see all the things she does with OATMEAL!?!'... 'How cool, she leaves the peanut butter ON THE SPOON as she eats her oatmeal, thus rendering EVERY bite full of peanutbutterliciousness!'

OK, this was cool- I could get into this!

'Hmm what's a "Blog Roll"? Click, click click. Oh my word, there are more of these sites... and more still!! Well, one of those clicks lead me to Heather Eats Almond Butter where I lurked. After a few months, I found myself exchanging emails with Heather on a regular basis. As some of you know, she encouraged me and supported me (still does!) to blog- for which I remain very grateful. I never would have even known what a food blog was until recently when I saw Julie and Julia. You can look back to see the post I wrote about my take on movie and how it handled the topic of food blogging.

So there you have it: why I'm happy that hubby fell ill on April 29, 2005.

The cool thing about this little story is that we all have one- hundreds of them actually: think about it...how you met your partner, how you chose your career, where you live. Do you ever think about how one little thing can have a huge effect on the way life turns out? If your mom didn't wear that mini-skirt with the go-go boots that day, your Dad might not have asked her out (her kindness and wit not withstanding). Then you might not even be....YOU! You'd be someone else, or perhaps you wouldn't even exist (rendering it impossible to read this post).




On that note, I need to go make the hubs his dinner. He wants a quesadilla and there's some very old cheese in the fridge that needs using up.

Bon Appettite!

Flashback Fridays- the Dad version...

Hello Bloggie friends- I am THIS close to going postal on Blogger right now. I have tried 29,254,577 times to change the date so that my Flashback friday post will appear (gasp!!)....FRIDAY and not a few days ago when I started compiling the photos!!! But it will absolutely positively NOT do it. So I will just ask you to please click here to see the post. Sorry for the extra step-we'll all just blame Blogger! :-D

Why I am currently not checking my Blog Stats


As many of you know, I'm a baby blogger. I started the blog because a rock-star blogger-turned-friend, Heather, aka HEAB, made the suggestion, which got me thinkin'. Though I was a bit trepidatious at first, I decided to go for it. Once Heather announced on her blog that I was up and running, BOOM! Readers galore! That was August 9, 2009. Here is one of the main reasons for starting my blog: (and I quote myself- that's weird, oh well):

[I] "want to share my experiences when I believe that they would be of some value to others. I feel that I learn so much from the so-called Peanut Gallery (of which I am one of so many!) that even if one person gets something out of one of my successes or failures, then this blog is totally worth the time to write."

A few days into it, I decided that it would be fun to follow the statistics of the blog, so I signed up with StatCounter. There are huge amounts of information that you can learn about your blog traffic: number of pageloads, which posts are being read, time spent on each page, where your readers come from (geographically), where they come from in cyberspace (links from other blogs, google reader, google searches), numbers of repeat readers, etc. You can even "see" who is reading. For example, I know my (hypothetical) friend who left a comment at 4:36pm on 8/11/09 lives in Barstow. If I see that someone in Barstow visited at that exact time, I can deduce that the IP (cookie) is hers, and I can even label it with her name to see when she comes back to check the blog! Hello, Big Brother! A bit creepy, no?

At first it was fun to check the data... even intoxicating- and that had nothing to do with all those double-vodkas either. It was so cool to see that someone from Seoul or Belfast or Khazakstan had visited. Truth: I have a very dedicated reader in Hefa (not Haifa), Israel, so a HUGE shout-out to that person! Shalom, friend!

Checking the numbers daily was strangely addicting. It was soon becoming a form of validation. Turns out every day that my numbers were higher, I was happier. When they were lower, I was...well...low. Interestingly, anytime a "Big girl" blogger would link or mention me, my numbers would go ridiculously high. Heather, the quintessential rock-star, is a great example- I call it "The HEAB-effect". I joke with my hubby that all she has to do is sneeze, burp or fart my name in a post and my numbers go through the roof! It is truly wild!

In the last week or so, however, something has happened with the numbers. They have been falling. In fact I told Heather that it's as if the people who came and visited the blog, performed some weird feat of reverse-osmosis and "took back" the pageloads! I tried to figure out why: did I say something to offend the masses, did I make a Ricky Gervais-esque un-PC comment? Was I too opinionated? Not funny? Boring? Worse yet: not interesting? It started to really get me down. After a few teary conversations with my Dad and hubby, I realized that I needed to change my focus revisit the reasons that I started blogging.

For me, this should not be a popularity contest. It is an outlet for creativity (that I never knew I enjoyed) and an opportunity to share my experiences with people who can find them valuable. Turns out, it is also an opportunity to "meet" people who are stumbling along in life just like I am. (and really, aren't we all?) There are aspects to the health- and food-blogging community that I (HONESTLY) did not know existed until I started blogging! That's why I never left any comments for the whole first year that I read blogs- I did not know that it was all part of a big virtual conversation! I did not realize that relationships were forming.

Yesterday, the following quote appeared in my inbox courtesy of a blog I like, called The Happiness Project:

"We Feel More Satisfied...If We Have Stirred Up Our Minds."

http://www.happiness-project.com/.a/6a00d8341c5aa953ef0120a5dae85c970c-pi

“A man does not work only for the sake of producing, but to set a value on his time. We feel more satisfied with ourselves and with our day if we have stirred up our minds and made a good start, or have finished a piece of work.”
--Eugene Delacroix


I saw it as a sign.

So I did the blogging equivalent of throwing away your scale or kibboshing calorie-counting... I stopped checking my stats. I am blissfully unaware of how many people are or are not reading SmoothieGirl. And honestly, I'm ok with that for the moment.

The reality remains that blogging has definitely 'stirred my mind'. And sometimes, that might just have to be good enough.

So to my regular readers and commenters: a HUMONGOUS "Thank YOU!" Numbers be darned, you guys make it all worthwhile.

And let's face facts, at the end of the day, when you throw your undies into the hamper and you get a sudden "Meow" in return, you just have to laugh off the small stuff, right? Life's too short.

Letting things go

One thing that I'm learning on my journey toward attempting to "be normal" is letting things go. It is not an easy thing to do. I need practice, but I think that I'm getting better. Here is what happened to me and my Dad yesterday...

He had been visiting me for a long weekend and we were going to have one last hurrah- a nice lunch at the Viceroy hotel. We walked in and waited a good 5 minutes before anyone even acknowledged us. Finally, a harried-looking waiter seated us at a lovely table by the window.

This waiter was a sweet boy, yet English was definitely not his strong suit. We had to repeat absolutely everything we said to him. Even when he heard us, there were pregnant pauses and long, uncertain stares at us before he wrote anything down on his tablet. Think: Manuel from Fawlty towers, only young and Viceroy-hot. When he rushed off, Dad and I looked at each other and just knew that we had better just lower our expectations, QUICKLY.

We waited an inordinate amount of time for our food while people around us got served. I was concerned that Dad would hit traffic on the way home, but eventually the food came. While the orders were correct technically (he got the steak sandwich and I got pizza)... the details were 100% wrong.

Dad's steak was not rare, but well-done...EXTREMELY.well.done. His fries were NOT well-done, but limp and pale. My flatbread pizza was completely swimming in oil, despite asking them not to put any oil on it at all. It was poured onto the plate first, then the pizza was place on top of it, allowing the oil to soak into the crust from below- my guess about 400 calories' worth, just as garnish. EEEkkkk.


Pizza Post Mortem: Two years ago I wouldn't have touched this with a ten-foot pole.

A couple of years ago, here's what would have happened: Given the lateness of the hour, Dad would probably have eaten his food and I would have sent mine back, ate nothing and gone to Subway directly afterward. I would have been starving and grouchy and would have vowed never to return to the restaurant again.

Here's what actually happened: I ate my meal. I had two full small pieces (out of ?8) and a few nibbles of crust, and I ate all of the chicken and veggies and most of the goat cheese off the top of the rest of the pieces-even if there was oil touching it! In the end, I was completely satisfied physically, yet not stuffed. Yes, I had more calories than I had planned. But I was so grateful to be able to roll with the punches and not feel like a freak for sitting and watching someone else eat because the meal didn't match my dietary expectations.

We wavered back and forth about mentioning something to the manager and in the end we decided to say something. After all, I had been there several times before and really loved the place. And I wanted to be able to go back again. Keep in mind that we weren't angry- the purpose was to enlighten the manager when he would otherwise be in the dark about a situation that would affect our future business there.

The manager approached us and listened to us calmly recount the series of mistakes of the previous hour. We expected an apology and perhaps some thanks for bringing the situation to his attention. However, what happened shocked both of us... he totally comped our meal. We said that we were very happy to pay, but he wouldn't have any of it. With that, I promised to return and give them another chance.

With our bellies full, we went outside for a photo op. And despite the fact that I had more oil in one sitting than I usually do in a day or maybe two, I lived to tell the tale. And it felt good. Turns out I was so full the rest of the day that I only wanted a snack later on anyway, so I'm guessing that the calories balanced out in the end. This time, letting go paid off in more ways than one. I hope that I can remember that lesson for next time. Plus I got to spend the time with my DaddyO after a terrific weekend together. What could be better I ask you?

All's well that ends well...

Do you have trouble letting go when things don't go right?

Tropical Tuesday Smoothie

Hello blogworld! Today is Tropical Tuesday at the Smoothie Shack.

I converted my Dad into a smoothie lover a few years ago. Now he makes them almost daily. His personal fave is a tropical blend. He is visiting me and I wanted to pull out all the stops and make him a fabuloso tropical smoothie. I went out and bought everything that he puts into his smoothies, plus a few extras he's never had, like fresh young coconut. Come to think of it, I have never had it either so it was to be an adventure for me as well!



Here is what went into his smoothie:
  • Papaya Juice
  • Liquid Egg Whites (pasteurized)
  • Protein powder
  • Mango
  • Pineapple
  • Raw young coconut meat
  • Dehydrated coconut shreds
  • Banana
  • Coconut water (straight from the young tropical mammary gland itself)
  • ice
  • To Open: Make a square, cut all the way through- use that muscle that you build in the gym but for goodness sake, DO NOT slip and cut your finger off!
Here is my first Young Coconut Opening- woo hoo! It was fun! You pour out (and save!!) the coconut water and scrape the insides with a spoon to retrieve the "meat"

Here are the goods in the VitaMix.


Here is the finished product. He likes his smoothies much runnier than I do.

Dad loved it and couldn't finish it as it was so filling (The precise reason that I <3>!)

For mine, I did a lower calorie version (I know I know, you're shocked):
Then the toppings:

It was really thick and creamy. I really, REALLY wanted to like it more than I did, but sadly, I did not (except the coconut and pineapple toppings). I needed more of the fruit as the taste was just a bit flat. The consistency was great though. Oh well, live and learn, right?



This is the consistency I LOVE in a smoothy- almost thick enough to eat with a fork!

I couldn't finish all of it (as often happens with these super-filling smoothies). Despite the fact that it had so much wonderful stuff inside, I made the executive decision that I didn't love it enough to save it for later. Lately, I'm really making it a point to only eat what I am truly LOVING... Not just what I think I should be eating. So sadly, all this gorgeous bounty went to the big smoothie heaven in the sky (Reachable via the sink).

What do you do when you make something healthy but it just isn't "doing it" for you? Do you "sink" things if they turn out badly, or do you just eat it anyway?

Group Therapy...Stepping it up


I happen to love Group Exercise, but that wasn't always the case. The first time I took a step class, I left in tears. It was so foreign to me. I was so confused. What is "basic right"? What is "V-step"?? For goodness sake, what is a "Whirley Bird?!?".

After the initial humiliation wore off (oh, about 5 years later), I decided to give step another try, and I was so glad that I did. There are beginning classes for even the most two-left-footed person. Once you learn the basic moves, it becomes much, MUCH easier, and lots more fun. This is true of many group exercise classes- not just step. These days there's BOSU, kick box, dance, Body Pump, Sculpt, Pilates, Boot Camp, Hula Hoop (HEABs- That would do wonders for our Wii Fit scores!)...the list of classes offered is as long as my arm. For example, here is a link to the Santa Monica Spectrum club, but even local YMCAs often offer a variety of classes!




Any type of group exercise class is a trip on so many levels. You tend to see same folks (I call them "The Usual Suspects."), and the group develops a personality of its own. For some odd reason, everyone tends stand in the same exact location of the room, for every single class. You will never, ever see the front row student relocated to the back row (unless she has a hugh jass zit on her nose).

Here is a true story for you: Once I walked into a cardio interval class early and stood alone in a large room, waiting for class to start. A moment later a woman entered, walked straight up to me, and without mincing words, she informed me that I was "In her spot". Thinking that I had heard incorrectly, I stammered, "Uh, excuse me??" She factually repeated, "You are In. My. Spot" in the tone that gave the impression that I was either deaf or foreign. After a few seconds of stunned silence, I blinked a couple of times, then looked to the left and looked to the right of my feet, taking in the bizarre situation, and look back up at this otherwise normal-seeming person. I decided it wisest not to argue with the clinically insane and took one large step to the right, where I remained until class began. Honest. I don't lie about these things.

On a more positive note, I just LOVE a class with tons of energy. The teacher gives off a vibe, and the students pick up on it,. They in turn, feed it back to the instructor, and to each other. From there, it just escalates. It's a bit hard to describe unless you've experienced it for yourself. But it's palpable.

Saturday, I went to one of my very favorite step classes at Gold's Gym. I've been taking this class sporadically for about 5 years. The teacher is Michael and he's amazing. I will not lie- it's a HARD class. Not only is it cardio-vascularly challenging (is that a word?) , but the choreography is tough too. There are lots of turns and jumps, chasses, mambos, half-moons, helicopters, freeways, scissors...oh the names just go on and on. From a perpiration point-of-view, it is not quite the sweat-splattered-on-the-mirror-fest of Mark's infamous 24-Hour Kickbox class... but it's a doozy. And so. much. fun! The music is a huge part of it- and Michael picks current tunes that are upbeat and make you WANT to shake your groove thang. Did I mention that time flies when you're having fun?

This photo looks like the heavens parted and the angels are singing, can you hear them? There's the vibretto "aaaahhhhhhhhh"?


What I particularly love to observe is the pure joy experienced by some of the students. They are hootin' and hollarin', waving their hands in the air (like they just don't care.) People who obviously (no, really...OBVIOUSLY) have no dance background are shaking their bootays and shimmying with reckless abandon. Here's the best part...they are SMILING! This is how I know that exercise is, in fact a drug. It's MY drug of choice to be sure!



Gold's Gym...My idea of a desert oasis :-)


One of the reasons that I go to these difficult classes is that I feel that it helps my BRAIN as well as my body. There have been recent studies that back me up on this, but honestly, I can't be bothered to find them on Google Scholar right now. Something about exercise being correlated to decreased cognitive decline as one ages, yada yada. You get the idea. For me, it's a challenge for my mind to try to process the complicated steps. Predictably, the more I do it, the better I get. Meanwhile, if I'm struggling to learn the moves, it's just THAT much more of a physical challenge because I'm constantly rushing to catch up to everyone else. Even if I look like a dork, it's a win-win! The fact that I'm covered in sweat proves it!



LOVE THIS! Cracks me up- Wacky Gold's gym! :-D


Another reason that group classes are cool is that you feel like you belong to...well, a group. Was that stating the obvious? It's that camaraderie thing. Once you have gone to a particular class for a while, there is something comforting about seeing the same faces (assuming you actually LIKE the Usual Suspects) and it's nice when they welcome you back after an absence. There is also an odd yet gratifying feeling about doing the exact same moves as one another, at the exact same time (hopefully, anyway). I suppose it's not unlike being a part of a fun, yet slightly uncoordinated dance troupe.

While not for everyone, I think that group classes can really open up a whole world of possibilities for people who might be in a training rut, or just want to mix up their workouts. Think: Cross-Training. Plus if you are at all social, it's nice to chat and catch up with friends that you make along the way. The bonus: you are surrounded by people who are like-minded fitness enthusiasts...it's all good.

So what about you? I know that Hayley is into groupX (she teaches!) and so is Charlotte. In fact Erika is a dance instructor and Averie a yoga instructor! Have you ever dabbled in group exercise or do you prefer to fly solo? Would you consider taking a class just to change things up a bit? If you are a teacher, what do you love/hate about classes? I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Flashback Fridays- The Brother edition

Hey everyone! Hope you're enjoying your TGIF!

In keeping with Janetha's fun Flashback Fridays, I wanted to walk down memory lane with my 'little' brother. He's 4 years younger than me- it's true, but that matters less and less as WE get older and older- HA! :-D

He lives not too far away in the San Fernando valley with his lovely wife and furry child, Tofu. We get together often and truly enjoy each others' company. He's an avid record and wine collector and is also a computer (Mac) genius. He's also the kind of guy who goes to a Dodger game and within minutes is talking and laughing with perfect strangers all around him. Yes, he's that cool guy.

So now...I present....Steve...


Wow! Green was "IN"!


My Mom ADORED this VELVET GREEN SUIT!! :-D


SOMEone woke up on the wrong side of the bed on Photo Day


With Trixie and Sparky (remember Speed Racer?)


A teacher once asked Steven if he brushed his hair with an Egg-Beater! Hee hee!


Rockin' the Gene Simmons costume (Mom was the makeup artist- pretty darn cool!)





Recognize that little munchkin??? It's my precious Samantha about 14 years ago <3





In Napa at Miner Winery 2005ish


Thanksgiving 2008

Not sure if my bro reads the blogette on a regular basis, but just in case...Muah! Love you!!!

Deb

Flashback Friday: The Dad edition





Hey Bleeps (that's Blog Peeps) or perhaps I should call you my Blosse (Blog Posse). Anyway, I hope everyone is having a great Friday!

I can't thank you all enough for your sweet and insightful comments on yesterday's rather emotional post. I am a tad behind on my reading/commenting but I will get back to all of you as I have so much to say to those who reached out in such an amazing way.

In keeping with Janetha's fun Flashback Fridays, this week I'm pulling out some fave pics of me with my Daddy-o. He's a lot more than "just" a Dad- he's really my BFF and someone I would choose to hang out with even if we weren't related.

He's the kind of guy that everyone thinks is cool- no matter how old or young. Take for example, when I go out of town, my hubby hangs out at his casa- and it has nothing to do with the strippers or the booze (kidding!). In fact last month, the two of them went to see Cold Play together! How cool is THAT!?

Having had a successful career in writing and producing, he still writes, belongs to a book club and reads the newspaper from cover to cover every day. He bops around town in search of culture: theatrical productions, (concerts!) & movies. Just yesterday on a whim, he drove downtown to the Music Center and got in to see a Pulitzer-prize willing play on a last-minute cancellation. Pretty neat if you ask me.

But one of his best attributes is his sharp wit and keen sense of humor. Laughs abound when he's around (rhyme totally unintentional). Oh and if I should ever pun shamelessly, you can thank him... he passed the pun gene to me (and my brother) in his DNA.

We have grown quite a bit closer in recent years- partially because he moved to within about 5 minutes of us, and we hang out a lot. We go on hikes, out to lunch, to movies, to the 'Bucks for a cuppa...anything. Also, he's been battling some pretty serious health issues in recent years, and I've accompanied him to many doctors' appointments and treatments. It's ironic when misfortune brings people closer. But often, such is life. I consider myself lucky to have the luxury of spending so much quality time with him.

We do a lot of traveling together. In fact, Dad is the perfect travel companion...easy-going and game for adventure. In fact we are looking forward to a fabulous transatlantic crossing on the Queen Mary 2 in a few weeks- can't wait!!

Bonus: He happens to love smoothies, so we can officially call him SmoothieDad. :-)

Without further adieu, I present...Daddy-O... aka Marty...


Daddy's little girl

High atop Mammoth Mountain


At my High School Graduation
(yup, that's Steve)

At my UCSF graduation



Hiking in the English Countryside 2006

The famous New York Harbor

At the Parker Palm Springs 2008

Guggenheim, Bilbao- during one of our favorite cruises 2008


On the QE2- RIP old gal (not me, the ship)



He cleans up nice, yes?

Staycation On the docked Queen Mary in Long Beach April 09


Happy Birthday 2009 in Ojai, CA- he's a Yankee Doodle Dandy- July 4th




I've posted this photo from our recent day together in Malibu.



Actually, the above picture might be one of my all-time favorites of me. Why? Because I found it necessary to scream bloody murder as a gust of wind mussed my 'do.




I love this photo- it was taken at L'Aventure Winery in Paso Robles, CA. Some wine-tasting and a delish picnic...That's one happy guy!

I know that Dad is a regular reader/lurker (but a really nice one) so I'll just put it out there for him and all cyberspace to see...I HEART YOU!!!! Thanks for being the best Dad a gal could EVER ask for!!! <3
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