I Guess I'll Live

I had to make a trip to the doc today so I could get a refill on the pills I need to keep my ticker beating like they say it's supposed to. I had all these inquiries in my mind, one of which was why I keep having this spasm type pain in my left chest area and numbness and tingling in my left arm. I made this appt last week so imagine my surprise to find the doc is on vacation this week so I left there after having an exam by the NP who told me that I'm having muscle spasms in my chest, causing the muscle to press against a nerve.

I do not understand why the receptionist didn't mention that the doc was on vacation when I called to make the appointment, I didn't even know he wasn't there until I was talking to my SIL later this afternoon and she mentioned that he was away. I just figured the NP came in instead of the doctor because I wasn't dying or anything, or maybe that he'd been called to the hospital for an emergency.

One of these days I'm going to ask some of these questions before I leave the office.

Anyway, I'm going to try taking the muscle relaxers as often as the NP said to and if there's no improvement, I'm going to another doctor.

When I get around to it again.

You Know You're Church Is A Redneck Church...

IF the finance committee refuses to provide funds for the purchase of a chandelier because none of the members knows how to play one.

IF people ask, when they learn that Jesus fed the 5000, whether the two fish were bass or catfish, and what bait was used to catch 'em.

WHEN the pastor says, "I'd like to ask Bubba to help take up the offering,"
five guys and two women stand up.

IF opening day of deer season is recognized as an official church holiday.

IF a member of the church requests to be buried in his 4-wheel-drive truck because "It ain't never been in a hole it couldn't get out of."

IF the choir is known as the "OK Chorale".

WHEN in a congregation of 500 members, there are only seven last names in the church directory. (I've been in a church like this!)

IF Baptism is referred to as "branding".

IF high notes on the organ set the dogs on the floor to howling.

IF people think "rapture" is what you get when you lift something too heavy.

IF the baptismal pool is a #2 galvanized washtub.

IF the choir robes were donated by (and embroidered with the logo from) Billy Bob's Barbecue.

IF the collection plates are really hub caps from a '56 Chevy.

IF instead of a bell, you are called to service by a duck call.

IF the minister and his wife drive matching pickup trucks.

IF the communion wine is Boone's Farm "Strawberry Hill".

IF "Thou shalt not covet" applies to hunting dogs, too.

IF the final words of the benediction are, "Y'all come back now!! Ya Hear"

A Week of Photos

I managed to snag Zach and two of his sisters, Abby and MeriKate, long enough to take this shot of them trying on their straw hats. Then yesterday, Jerri sent me these shots. Jillybeans looking angelic in a possible dress choice for the Fair pagent, The Chick, Jilly, and Dallas, Jerri's neice, all dressed up, and this one of the Chick clowning as she eats another slice of watermelon while wearing a red wig.

Not much going on here in the delta this week except we're having somewhat cooler weather. The weatherman says not to get used to it though as today the temps will start climbing again.

Headlines

Israel is fighting with Lebanon and Gaza, Al-Qaida is calling for a holy war against Israel and their backers (one of which is the good ole USA), Exxon Mobil Corp. said Thursday it earned $10.36 billion in the second quarter, the second largest quarterly profit ever recorded by a publicly traded U.S. company, Iraq is still full of US troops who are fighting for people who hate them,

and Lance Bass, member of band, 'N Sync says he's gay and in a very stable relationship with a reality show star.

Now folks, tell me what's wrong with this newsworthy information.

Countries are shooting at, and KILLING, each other, the terrorists keep doing their murderous deeds, the US economy is going to hell in a hand basket because the big oil execs need more of our hard-earned money in their pockets, and we're supposed to care about the sexual preference of a singer????

Stop the world please, I wanna get off!!!

Summer Views

I had great plans this morning to wake early and go out on my back deck to see if the little hummingbirds would be visiting the morning glories but I slept too late so I missed that opportunity. They did visit late in the afternoon yesterday and I snapped several shots of them, but only one turned out half way decent.

I also snapped this happy photo when Zach and I made a bread and milk run. It reminds me of a crowd of happy faces.

Ghetto Happy Meals in the Delta

Dammit! I hate McDonalds. I hate their food, dislike their throw it together and toss it atcha attitude, and their watered down drinks. But occasionally I have to use them in an attempt to bribe the youngun that lives with me.

A couple of weeks ago I had to use them for a bribe in order to get Zach to agree to sit in the chair for an hour at the dentist's office to have a cavity fixed and some sort of treatment applied to his permanent teeth. He refused to let me wait until we were leaving town to do the McDonalds deed, so we sat in the truck in the Wal mart parking lot while he had his happy meal before going into Wal mart to pick up a few things I needed for supper. He couldn't wait until we came back to the truck to tear into the "toy" from his happy meal box so I had to listen to his griping about the hat thingy "not being a good toy" as I hurriedly grabbed what I needed and checked out.

Why did I not notice people looking at me like I was the Queen of Idiots? I musta been really deep into one of my "zones".

As I bent down to grab the drinks from the bottom of the basket to toss them into the back of the truck I noticed something red dangling from my butt. WTH?? I stood up and attempted to look at my behind but didn't see anything, so I bent over to look again.

The "Do-rag", hat thingy, that Zach had found in his happy meal had a velcro fastener on it, and when he'd tossed it down in disgust, it had attached itself to my butt when I'd scooted back into the truck to grab my purse before we went into the store.

So now, I'm sure, not only do they have a Beware poster of me in the back due to my insistence on customer courteousy, they have a gold star beside my smiling face honoring me for having the cutest tail.

Watermelon Sunday

The past two days have cooled off somewhat so sitting outdoors is once again possible without feeling and looking as though we'd been sitting for days in a sauna.
This is a good thing because the Chick and Jilly Beans paid us a visit today and we enjoyed some mighty fine watermelon as we sat outside beneath the mimosa tree. The adults had a little, Zach isn't wild about watermelon, but those two babies enjoyed every single bite. It's hard to believe that all that watermelon fit into those little tummys! They finished off a pretty good sized Arkansas melon. PopPop put another one in their car to take home so maybe they'll get their fill of melon this week.

It's HOT!!!

I think my brain has been melting. Thursday it was 104F (40C), yesterday the temps climbed to 106F (41C), today it's supposed to be a cooler 89F (32C). We might might suffer from hypothermia after all the sweat dries.

The skunk aroma has almost gone away but I notice a little whiff of it after I've been outdoors and come back in. That frebreze air freshener is some good stuff!

Bits of bytes

Wednesday was not an especially good day. I awoke to the parfum-de-fleur aroma of Pepe Le Pew's third cousin, Phew Le Pew, who'd been chased under my house by the neighbor's dogs. I'm not much of a rise and shine person but let me tell ya, coming awake to the delight of that aroma will get you to your feet pretty damn quick.

By 9 or so either the smell had dissipated a little, or my watering eyes and nose had gotten used to it, and I ventured out to the porch where sat the bushel of purple hull peas waiting to be shelled. That only took me about 4 or 5 hours (enough time to watch 2 Lifetime Movies including commercials).

After all that, I wasn't in much of a mood to do anything but I did manage to cook supper before I threw in the towel.

I did run across this new list of words for those who are interested in improving your vocabulary.

New Words for Todays New World

AQUADEXTROUS (ak wa deks' trus) adj. Possessing the ability to turn the bathtub faucet on and off with your toes.

CARPERPETUATION (kar' pur pet u a shun) n. The act, when vacuuming, of running over a string or a piece of lint at least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it up, examining it, then putting it back down to give the vacuum one more chance.

DISCONFECT (dis kon fekt') v. To sterilize the piece of candy you dropped on the floor by blowing on it, assuming this will somehow `remove' all the germs.

ELBONICS (el bon' iks) n. The actions of two people maneuvering for one armrest in a movie theater.

FRUST (frust) n. The small line of debris that refuses to be swept onto the dust pan and keeps backing a person across the room until he finally decides to give up and sweep it under the rug.

LACTOMANGULATION (lak' to man gyu lay' shun) n. Manhandling the "open here" spout on a milk container so badly that one has to resort to the `illegal' side.

PEPPIER (pehp ee ay') n. The waiter at a fancy restaurant whose sole purpose seems to be walking around asking diners if they want ground pepper.

PHONESIA (fo nee' zhuh) n. The affliction of dialing a phone number and forgetting whom you were calling just as they answer. (I am so happy they've finally got a word for this affliction!)

PUPKUS (pup' kus) n. The moist residue left on a window after a dog presses its nose to it.

TELECRASTINATION (tel e kras tin ay' shun) n. The act of always letting the phone ring at least twice before you pick it up, even when you're only six inches away.

Today is our 35th Anniversary

Special K and I were having a discussion about these years of being married once and she said,

"If you'd murdered him all those years ago, you'd be out of prison by now."

Yet, here I am, still here, and still serving my life sentence. What can I say? I'm persistant in my endeavors.

Family "Do"

We went to a cookout yesterday to celebrate BIL being able to come home for a short visit, from the rehab hospital. He's able to walk with a cane but gets tired quickly and has to have a sit in the wheel chair for a bit.


This is a photo of hubby with his brothers, mother, and sister.
It was hot out yesterday! Notice the sweat-dampened shirts on some of the brothers.


These two old broads refuse to be identified but one of them is a damned yankee!

For this I'm thankful

I was able to roll out of bed this morning and after a cup of aged coffee went outdoors to give my porch plants a drink. I stooped and picked up the dozens of toys and lawn chairs that have to be gathered up every time the yard needs mowing, washed 3 loads of clothes, swept up Ya-Ya's mess of bird seeds that he tosses out most nights, and gathered up all the jars and ingredients to make "pickled okra with a kick".



Now the okra is in jars, which I hope are in the process of sealing, cartoons are blaring from 2 tvs, and I'm wondering if I can get a nap in this afternoon cause it's supposed be near 'bout a hundred outside today.

I've been tagged

Click on anything underlined in this post and it'll lead you over to Attila, (I have no idea how I managed to link everything) the tagger, who has some pretty interesting stuff in her fridge, purse, closet, and car.

5 Things in my fridge:

1). 3 partially used jars of Pace hot Salsa. I think it must be a man thing, when my guys go to the fridge (or cupboard, or whereever) if it's not up front, label turned toward them, flashing neon sign with arrow saying, "HERE I AM", then we're out of it and dumbass here buys more (that gets opened and shoved behind something,,,,). The cycle continues....

2). 2 or 3 tins of Red Seal, Winter Green, Fine Cut, smokeless tobacco, and it ain't mine!

3). A tiny vial of sheep wormer and syringe. Hubby does his own vetting on his hunting dogs

unless they're sick and need a real, live, Vet. The sheep wormer is given to them monthly, by syringe, for heart worm prevention. I do not know why he puts the syringe in the danged fridge.

4). There was half a big watermelon in there but I ate it all so I'll peel and slice a canalope, put it in a sealable container, to replace it. Might do that tonight,,,,(makes sticky note to put on forehead as reminder).

5). Diet Dr. Pepper, at least 2 bottles or cans.

Five Things in my Closet:

1). A gun rack which holds whatever hunting shotguns or rifles himself happens to have at any given time.

2). Hunting clothes hanging on my robe hanger (not sure where the hell my robe is at the moment).

3). Our fold-up, pre-lighted, sized to fit in a corner, christmas tree, (in the box that's been reinforced with at least a roll of duct tape).

4). A large rubbermaid tub of Christmas decorations.

5). A little, black, Halloween Imp wearing high top tennis shoes who is motion activated and says stuff (one of the grandkids won't go potty by herself because this walk-in closet is located off my bathroom and she says there is a pumkin ghost in there). Halloween Imp has nearly made me wet my drawers a time or two before I found his on/off switch.

Five Things in my Purse:

1). 5 opened packages of gum. Different flavors, most sugar-free.

2). 3 different lip glosses because I lose them in my messy purse and keep putting more in there.

3). A bottle of ibupro because I often have a headache (he mostly goes whereever I do).

4). A handful of McDonald's, Wendy's, or Sonic's napkins because you never know when you'll have to go and there won't be any toilet paper in the public restroom,

roug and tough but will do in a pinch.....that reminds me of a funny story,,,,but I'll tell ya'll another time.

5). A change purse with 5 Euro left over from my trip to Holland a year and a half ago. I don't know why.

Five Things in My Truck:

1). 4 caps. (1 John Deere, 3 assorted baseball )

2). A beach umbrella that's been in there, under the back seat, for at least 5 yrs, or longer?

3). At least 2 years of baseball game and hotdog schedules stuck in an elastic thing on the visor.

4). Cassette tapes featuring The Eagles, John Anderson, and Vanilla Ice (those are the only ones I can recall right now).

5). A phone book.

I'm passing this over to Mary lou and Phyllis because I know they love me.

I don't know what's going on??

It appears that the template I'm trying has something screwed up with the comments code so I tried Haloscan again,,,still not working. I'll try out another template soon to see if I can fix this.

Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

Git Yer Eyes In Focus,,,,,

And I'll tell you why I chose to give this template a try. When I was enormously pregnant with my son (although I didn't know he was a boy at the time) I hosted our family Christmas dinner. I chose to do this so I wouldn't miss out on the occasion and the doctor had warned me not to leave the county cause the baby was due any day. Family members all crowded into my little house with their contributions to the dinner and my Grandma and Grandpa arrived with gifts for the kids. Grandma handed me a package and told me it was for the new baby when it arrived and as I looked down at the gift I noticed a tag on it that said, FOR: Paisley. Grandma noticed my questioning look and told me that if the baby was a girl, that's what she wanted me to name her.

Anyway, when I saw this template, that memory popped into my head and I had to smile at the thought that if Bubbie had been a girl we'd be calling him Paisley.

Retirement Does Not Have To Be Boring!

Ernie Gutierrez retired last year. Recently, his wife received the following letter from Mr. Wally Jones, the manager of the local Walmart store:

Dear Mrs. Gutierrez

Over the past six months, your husband, Mr. E. Gutierrez has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this type of behavior and have considered banning the entire family from shopping in any of our stores. We have documented all incidents on our video surveillance equipment. Three of our clerks are attending counseling from the trouble your husband has caused. All complaints against Mr. Gutierrez have been compiled and are listed below.

Things Mr. E. Gutierrez has done while his spouse is shopping:

June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.

July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in House wares to go off at 5-minute intervals.

July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the rest rooms.

July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone, 'Code 3' in house wares..... and watched what happened.

August 4: Went to the Service Desk and asked to put a bag of M&M's on lay away.

September 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.

September 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.

September 23: When a clerk asks if they can help him, he begins to cry and asks, ?Why can't you people just leave me alone?'?

October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a mirror, and picked his nose.

November 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, asked the clerk if he knows where the antidepressants are.

December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.

December 6: In the auto department, practiced his "Madonna look" using different size funnels.

December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browse through, yelled "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"

December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumes the fetal position and screams "NO! NO! It's those voices again!!!!"

December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door and waited a while; then, yelled, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!"

^ This guy is my new inspiration!

I remember a few weeks ago that one of my favorite bloggers (there are a bunch and I can't remember which one) wrote about pregnant ladies wanting to avoid having their babies on June, 6, 2006 (or 6606) due to the date being the numbers representing the sign of the beast, or satan, or something like that. Anyway, here's a helpful site for those who's babies couldn't, or wouldn't, wait.

Obit

I saw this over at Miz Cindra's place and had to give it a go.

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

I swear I only mentioned it in passing

I was so excited yesterday because the weatherman said we had an 80% chance of rain. Then the chance dropped to 50% and we watched the weather map as they showed all the rain activity going on in NE Arkansas and nary a drop here. I mentioned then that we probably couldn't even buy a rain. Today we have a 30% chance of rain and I dare say the whole 30% landed right on top of us. In less than an hour 2 1/4 inches fell and because Zach had a dental appt. this morning, I floated out. The photo above was how it looked driving out this morning and I'd already driven through a hundred yards or more of water. I got a little nervous a time or two.

Growing up

Over the next few weeks we have an anniversary coming up (35 longggggg years) and I will have another birthday. I'm amazed that we've lived together that many years without killing each other, or at least leaving scars. As for the birthday, I'm mostly happy that I keep waking up to new days year after year.

I've almost decided to make up a list of needful things to give hubby so he won't have to tax his brain about gifts for these occasions, not that he's inclined to give it too much thought, but anyway.....

I love little lawn goodies so I thought these little fellas deserved to be on the list and I've always wanted one of these. He made a remark the other day about not liking my bronze nail polish so this might be a bit more tasteful. I love funky earrings and I ran across these and I'd wear them proudly. I also found a couple of T-shirts I'd be proud to wear,,,

Weekend recap

Yesterday was great, Jillian had a great time on her birthday and spent a lot of her afternoon floating in the lake. It was also her cousin, Kyle's birthday so we had lots of candles to blow out before we could have some of that delicious cake. The Chick kicked back and had a great time too!

On Thursday they moved BIL to the inpatient rehab part of the hospital. They know for sure that he'll be able to stay there for a week but more than that will depend on whether our state government will agree that his family qualifies for financial help with the medical bills. If that doesn't go through they'll release him to go home and he'll receive no additional rehabilitation. The ladies at DHS feel sure that he will qualify but it's a wait and see if the big dogs agree and get around to it situation. I believe if they send him home before they've done all they can, he'll never be able to work again. He's able to use his leg more and more every day, is even walking with a special cane, but other than a tiny movement in one finger, he's not able to move his right arm at all. They tell us that because he can feel his arm and hand that there's great hope that he, with aggressive rehab, will be able to use it again.

This is really scary folks because more and more of our citizens in this great country are without health insurance. It has just become too expensive for them to be able to afford it. We're living with that situation right now, James has health insurance with a tremendously high deductible but I don't because the insurance companies won't cover me because of a problem with my heart. Something has to be done but how do you convince a government who's hand in hand with the greedy insurance execs and pharmaceutical companies?

I've asked folks to sign the petition for the health care bill HR 676 in the past and if you haven't signed it before, please do so now. Every day it becomes more and more likely that your quality of health care will depend on how much and how good your insurance policy is or in many case whether you even have insurance coverage. Do you dare wait and see?

Happy 1st Birthday Jillian!!

Jilly Beans will be 1 tomorrow. Her mommy is having a swim party for her at the lake so I thought I'd better post this tonight in case I don't get a chance tomorrow.
Happy Birthday Jilly!!

I'm so tired, I'm so sore, I ain't a'gonna do it for a dime no mo!

Two posts in one day? What can I say, I'm trying to catch up or maybe I'm just puttin some words down before they get lost amongst those dead brain cells floating around in this hollow head of mine.

Today I had company, so no nap. Then I felt bad cause the yard needed mowing and hubby has been busy as a cat covering up shit trying to catch up his weed killing and irrigation on the farm after being off much of last week with BIL. So I decided to get ta mowing on it after I asked Zach how to start and operate the danged tractor (he's 9 and the little begger knew exactly what to do). I was making good progress, had one side and the back done, had even hiked up my leg so the rose bush wouldn't snatch me off the mower when mowing close to it, and MIL drove up. So I stopped and helped her pick some maters so she wouldn't get em all again. (I'm still simmering down deep somewhere over that incident).

After she finally left I noticed it was time to start cooking supper cause hubby was due in early so he could make a trip to the hospital tonight, so I did that. Then I had a little discussion with Zach about helping out around here and begged him to finish the mowing. Of course Nanaw daren't leave him outside on that machine alone, so I moved lawn chairs, a freaking TREE limb, bicycle, Barbie jeep, and various toys out of the way of the mower else he would have mowed around them and part of the yard would still need mowing.

I think this is where I screwed up. I shoulda stayed on the mower.

I'm so danged stiff I'm not sure if I can get my leg up far enough to put my foot through the leg of a pair of drawers and I got this pain above my left boob that's causing my whole arm to go numb. It must have been the big tree limb that did it.

Someone might have to come over and roll me outta the bed tomorrow.

The look of Summer

When I wake up every morning I open the front door wide to let the daylight in and gaze out at the mimosa tree in the front yard in hopes of seeing a fat little humming bird having his breakfast. The little buzzers have been evasive so far this year but I have hopes there will be a late sleeper to entertain me one morning. I also look out on the back deck at the morning glories in case the hummers desire a diet change. I've only caught the bees dive-bombing the early bloomers lately though.





Today I'm going to can a few more tomatoes,,,maybe, and I might get around to doing a few other things, if I don't decide to take a nap.

Someday things will be back to something similar to normal.

Meanwhile I'm having blog walking withdrawals and, I gotta tell ya, it comes with the shakes.

We did meet with my friend at DHS and she grabbed a couple more fine ladies and all those heads got together and hopefully we've got the ball rolling to get some help for bil. After all the thinking and pondering those ladies did and the miracles they came up with, all I could do was blubber my heartfelt thanks. I think I was just so wound up from the whole week that the relief that someone was finally going to help just rolled me over the emotional hump. Now we just need to pray that all the Ts are crossed and they dot every I so those angels can do their jobs. I'm for certain sure it's because of all the prayers that have been coming our way that made this possible.

That bucket of 'maters is still sitting in the kitchen waiting to be all done up because I went to see the Chicklets today, who I haven't seen in over a week. I swear they'll be driving cars and dating soon, they're growing that fast. Jilly Beans is busy, busy, toddling around on her little chub legs getting into almost more than her Mommy can imagine is possible for her to. The Chick is still conversing on the level of a young adult except with more sense than most. I could be biased but I think she should skip school all together and go straight on to a career,,, just hopefully not as a nude dancer. She got so excited today about the train going by at the end of the pasture that she forgot she hadn't put her clothes back on after her skinny dip in the paddle pool. The engineer must be a regular cause he didn't hesitate to wave back at the little, naked, nature child as he went by.

On my way home I went by the grocery, stopped by a parts place to get new windshield wipers (mine had gone to hell and back), and filled up, again,(3rd time this week,,gasp!!) with gas. The guy pumping that liquid gold into my near-empty truck asked me if I wanted premium or regular and I told him I'd take premium if he planned to give it to me at the price of the regular. I don't know why he didn't think that was a fine idea, but he didn't, so he gave me the same old regular gold again. I mentioned to him that I could remember when my danged car payment was much less than the price of that tank of gas but that didn't seem to interest him either. Cold, hard, cash was the only thing that brought a twinkle to his watering eye. He almost smiled then too.

Jami and 2 of The girls were waiting for us when we arrived home so we had some more visiting to do before I finally got around to throwing some supper on the table. I almost had Abby talked into spending the night with us but when her mom said it was time for her to go home she decided that she wasn't in a mood to be without mommy for this night and went back home with her.

Tomorrow we're going over to have BBQ with Jerri and Bubbie and just kick back and watch the kiddies play. I'm really looking forward to it.

And those 'maters await.

I hope my Canadian friends had a great Canada Day and all my American friends have a happy and safe 4th of July! I'm thinking of you!

Dang it!

I couldn't get Jordan's photo to post below so I'm putting up the link.

Home again, home again

We arrived home around noon today, bil is finally out of ICU and in a room, he's able to do a slid, step with a couple of folks holding him up, to get to the bathroom which made him feel almost like a new man. (He just couldn't let go on that bedpan). He's still wearing a holter monitor but all the other wires and ivs are gone so moving doesn't set off more alarms that a lock-down at the state prison now. The nurse taught James and his wife how to exercise his arm and leg and now they're waiting to see if he'll be able to receive rehab. Unless he can get some financial help, the rehab place won't even consider taking him because he has no health insurance. Tomorrow his sister and I are off on a quest to see if there's anything to be done about financial help that they're so far claiming he's not eligible for.

I was able to visit with Jordan and Jaylen this weekend. They're growing up SO fast! Jordan had a ball tourniment on Saturday and their team placed second. They had to play 5 games and I saw two and part of one before I wimped out and went back to their house to cool off. I swear it was 96 degrees in the shade!





I've even had a fairly productive afternoon today, for me anyway. I picked the cucumbers and squash in the garden, washed 3 loads of laundry, and cooked a fine supper using mostly stuff from the garden. Now I'm pooped and near'bout ready for my bed.

I hope everyone is having a great holiday weekend!