tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22407664825819373402024-03-13T11:00:46.990-07:00Living in the Little HouseKatilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-49149190625710669392012-10-02T19:18:00.000-07:002012-10-02T19:18:00.091-07:00WeekendThis weekend, we made an impromptu trip to H-town to visit our dear friends, Kristin and Charlie. They have a BEAUTIFUL new baby. While the husbands went to the game, we did some shopping, movie-watching, and napping. They were gracious enough to extend our overnight stay to a three-night stay. We attended First Baptist Houston, where we talked about the symbolism of baptism. Adam and I really enjoyed their church!<br />
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Baby Jamison just might be one of the sweetest kids in the whole world. I am always so in awe of babies. They are just little tiny people, waiting on God to grow them into someone amazing.<br />
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<br />Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-28718330682482112352012-07-03T16:17:00.004-07:002012-07-03T16:17:37.111-07:00Oh what a beautiful morning...The title of this post is from one of my favorite musicals, OKLAHOMA! Which, coincidentally, is where we went for our family vacation! Broken Bow Lake, in Hochatown, Oklahoma, is one of my favorite vacation spots. My family has been going there for years, but this was the first time to go with all the new husbands and kids.<div>
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We rented a cabin that slept 13 people. Between trips to the lake, we soaked in the hot tub, played ping-pong, roasted marshmallows on the fire pit, and went hiking.</div>
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I went fishing with the boys the first day, and the husbands went every morning after that. They didn't catch much, but it's so beautiful that it's hard to complain! </div>
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We did so much while we were there; we kayaked, played putt-putt, and of course, enjoyed the beautiful water. We also spoiled the baby; I don't think the little guy hit the floor for three days.</div>
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This was our weekend! Saturday was incredibly lazy... We laid around the house and watched "I Love Lucy" re-runs. That evening, we went to a Gender Reveal Party for our friends Chad and Lexi. Adam and I were on Team Blue.<br />
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This morning at church, we talked about 1 Thessalonians and communication with God and each other. In an effort to better communicate with each other, Kelsey, Vegas, Adam, and I went to have burgers and chat after church. (Actually, we just really wanted onion rings... but we do like to talk!) Baby Layne provided endless entertainment for the table. He really is just the funniest kid!<br />
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And of course, you know I have to squeeze in time to read and hang out with Diesel! I'm reading <i>The Reading Group</i> by Elizabeth Noble. I am SUPPOSED to be reading the books I assigned to my students over the summer, but I haven't quite gotten motivated yet. I think this week is going to call for a trip to the library!<br />
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Last weekend, my sweet Grandma turned 80. The whole family made the trip up to Atlanta and went to church at First Baptist. Then we drove up to Queen City to tea house, Rose Garden Eatery, for lunch, coffee, and cake. My Grandma is so special to me. When I was a little girl, going to her house for the weekend was such a treat. I have six first cousins who all live in Atlanta, and so we would have slumber parties at her house. The group picture below is of my rapidly growing immediate family, I don't think all the cousins can fit in one frame anymore!</div>
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Over the last year, my younger sister and her husband welcomed a new baby. I know he's my nephew, my favorite (and only!), but I really do think he might be the cutest baby in the wide world. This picture is from around Christmas. Adam and I call this get-up his "Max Outfit," as in- "The night Max wore his wolf suit, and made mischief of one kind... and another..." (from Maurice Sendak's <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Where-Wild-Things-Anniversary-Edition/dp/0060254920" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Where the Wild Things Are</a>)</i><br />
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My youngest sister was married earlier this summer, and she was an absolutely beautiful bride! Adam and I had dinner with her and our new brother-in-law at their apartment earlier this week. I made a strawberry cream pie, and I wish I'd thought to take a picture because it turned out so beautifully! It's easy-peasy to make, and my mom calls it "Bunny-Milk Pie" because she thinks it tastes like Strawberry Nesquik. I got the recipe from my grandmother, but I think it actually is a variation on an old Cool Whip/Jello recipe.<br />
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1. Make 3 oz. package of strawberry Jello according to speed-set directions.<br />
2. Before putting in fridge to set, whisk in 1 8 oz. tub of Cool Whip until smooth.<br />
3. Gently fold in 1 cup of fresh cut strawberries, put in fridge for 20-30 minutes to set.<br />
4. Pour into graham cracker crust, leave in fridge to set over night. (If you skip the step before this, your pie crust will get soggy and gross.)<br />
5. Top with fresh whipped cream and strawberries, and you're done!<br />
*Note: You could also make this with light/free Cool Whip and sugar-free Jello if you are so inclined, and it tastes about the same!<br />
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<br />Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-54170390520546580402012-06-08T15:51:00.001-07:002012-06-08T15:51:15.643-07:00The Catch-Up PostSo I've been away for a while now, and a few things have changed....We moved out of our "Little House" and into one slightly larger, although it DEFINITELY still qualifies as a little house. The best part is, this house is right in the middle of "town."<br />
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In all fairness, town is only one block of beautiful old houses, but it always makes me think of the E.E. Cummings poem:<br />
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"anyone lived in a pretty how town<br />
(with up so floating many bells down)<br />
spring summer autumn winter<br />
he sang his didn't he danced his did."<br />
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It's one of my favorite poems! Happy Friday everyone!<br />
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<br />Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-69577410439011609942011-03-20T10:46:00.000-07:002011-03-20T11:03:12.587-07:00Spring BreakSo today officially ends our Spring Break. While we didn't get a chance to go out of town this week, we DID have a nice, relaxing week at home.<br />-Shopping trip with sisters<br />-Dinner with grandparents<br />-Date night<br />-Game night with friends<br />-Early morning donut run<br />-Tennis with the husband<br />-Time to finish a painting, complete one I started 6 months ago, and start a third!<br />And of course, all those places were visited in the following manner-<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQurAqa_lD3IcThuCrgVg_XRBY-AVz0UYfJhxShnJaJjrSsaX9bZNBm_EKVsTCNtT55zEpDcigtVdFNjiSN4RosQ4sz6cp12TdUQ5EJWh8OQV_mypNOwfGASE-wY8F8EtIU2bAvzN4bE/s1600/IMG00033-20110317-1348.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQurAqa_lD3IcThuCrgVg_XRBY-AVz0UYfJhxShnJaJjrSsaX9bZNBm_EKVsTCNtT55zEpDcigtVdFNjiSN4RosQ4sz6cp12TdUQ5EJWh8OQV_mypNOwfGASE-wY8F8EtIU2bAvzN4bE/s320/IMG00033-20110317-1348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586223680458499218" border="0" /></a><br />Top off the Jeep to enjoy the beautiful weather!<br /><br />To wrap up break, I'm going to do some laundry, straighten the house, pack my bag for tomorrow and watch this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIuCmOw1AEspv2SE2-Tr6lHHNjVKXYw5K3xaZZGLiHfjnxzbnMiY94mfd-p5y3erdGkrnXCv4Dk_sBGBRWoh9bwOF_d4RluorRiFjkKeLZASqvIIInpNPHHUxONpRKKNpj-tjyVNyFHg/s1600/Ramona_and_Beezus_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIuCmOw1AEspv2SE2-Tr6lHHNjVKXYw5K3xaZZGLiHfjnxzbnMiY94mfd-p5y3erdGkrnXCv4Dk_sBGBRWoh9bwOF_d4RluorRiFjkKeLZASqvIIInpNPHHUxONpRKKNpj-tjyVNyFHg/s320/Ramona_and_Beezus_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586223678217104274" border="0" /></a><br />Thank the Lord for lazy Sundays!Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-2937977119716561962011-03-14T15:25:00.000-07:002011-03-14T15:33:45.445-07:00Happy Pi Day!Today, March 14th, is Pi Day! (3/14....3.14, clever, huh?)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIVx_SyZxI7NrocJ9QF2J925v3Gxki5Q9XE-sMIrAwCrBsqaOyRSEWMsdLZbXSimK8PgwvOp2aL5f4iKmjH6oM4-KoRYPAM8agP8l5maPippBWmEeZWS6UqhyeRbfY25MxsM03vW9Tbk/s1600/pi"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIVx_SyZxI7NrocJ9QF2J925v3Gxki5Q9XE-sMIrAwCrBsqaOyRSEWMsdLZbXSimK8PgwvOp2aL5f4iKmjH6oM4-KoRYPAM8agP8l5maPippBWmEeZWS6UqhyeRbfY25MxsM03vW9Tbk/s320/pi" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584067152941807122" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.weheartit.com">via</a></div><br /><br />And while normally I would make a pie, the husband and I are craving some chocolate cake. SO tonight's dinner menu:<br /><br />Grandma's World-Famous Goulash (it's magical... really!)<br />lemon green beans<br />chocolate cake with vanilla cream icing- ingredients for which were sent to me by mail from my very sweet grandmother, but not the creator of the goulash (however, she is world-famous for various other culinary dishes)<br /><br />Now, everyone go find the circumference of something!Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-56047667549373915052011-03-11T17:34:00.000-08:002011-03-11T19:03:55.312-08:00FiVe<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmr97wnJ_fuA9EJxKn1dDOyWkdCzTBOIH97esOTmxiHkITU2fI3ELuq8UqjyYBb-e7DyNw9aiTibu5hxQtK31pjcOly-hrfrzAEFvwJryzujTHo35Mk84j_XORxy1MdWws3ZKq6hCNYkc/s1600/spring+in+my+hair"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmr97wnJ_fuA9EJxKn1dDOyWkdCzTBOIH97esOTmxiHkITU2fI3ELuq8UqjyYBb-e7DyNw9aiTibu5hxQtK31pjcOly-hrfrzAEFvwJryzujTHo35Mk84j_XORxy1MdWws3ZKq6hCNYkc/s320/spring+in+my+hair" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583001291704974850" border="0" /></a>1. Spring is here!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0baLyNh3BtAfLqe6kfjJ2s734B6_uQHhBGIcctHWwX2R1Nl7DPNP50pFBUEV0IKjWB4r1iezMeg21Fq-dEVfPT877KwcXrljrxPiLH3ShqAYRSEUXl9KQhjZMFq1_Yr9AUSGeqhFQIvU/s1600/I+love+donuts"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0baLyNh3BtAfLqe6kfjJ2s734B6_uQHhBGIcctHWwX2R1Nl7DPNP50pFBUEV0IKjWB4r1iezMeg21Fq-dEVfPT877KwcXrljrxPiLH3ShqAYRSEUXl9KQhjZMFq1_Yr9AUSGeqhFQIvU/s320/I+love+donuts" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583001286818964130" border="0" /></a><br />2. Donuts with sprinkles are my favorite...<br />I'm feeling a trip to Krispy Kreme over spring break!<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCx1ha08LtC04rseNK0AkWWCZk9h84fJeqvLQByXvqKzPzQGsWHSyYFWm9dIc883qdq80K7GxUWv_pDO_spoRgAei7SYCj_JfiGIqqcs27MX77XB-8iY0kNFQZQ8lv9ZpJrhqvbQdnAa4/s1600/beautiful+hair"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCx1ha08LtC04rseNK0AkWWCZk9h84fJeqvLQByXvqKzPzQGsWHSyYFWm9dIc883qdq80K7GxUWv_pDO_spoRgAei7SYCj_JfiGIqqcs27MX77XB-8iY0kNFQZQ8lv9ZpJrhqvbQdnAa4/s320/beautiful+hair" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583001278164025218" border="0" /></a><br />3. Oh, I just wish my hair would do this!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBPQ4gMpfGRtbby_E3yWYVfubEn3S7QaHGBdJOeS-Gm4WRMBD_90pcNvSX7e2mSWv2Zek82GpeEP_79_Bzy_7DrjyoOatgHHe4RgVFKb_6YbrqYAnW5MdlB7nW1aNjzi2MaEZfhVshrKA/s1600/alice+in+wonderland"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBPQ4gMpfGRtbby_E3yWYVfubEn3S7QaHGBdJOeS-Gm4WRMBD_90pcNvSX7e2mSWv2Zek82GpeEP_79_Bzy_7DrjyoOatgHHe4RgVFKb_6YbrqYAnW5MdlB7nW1aNjzi2MaEZfhVshrKA/s320/alice+in+wonderland" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583001275449619426" border="0" /></a><br />4. <span style="font-style: italic;">Alice in Wonderland</span> is delightful.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNv1SXZzRiTmTZifPUX-AqttXSaq90iTTZlQ9ABTqizV9-SfI1YtZOlbvv2BmDMZ6t5LG7gWDw9tfBN55wvKeW0yCKCRnXqMKQJK6ID6daRnXeHBQxw-coSrdXvmkyts5ii6eINl8Gow/s1600/napping+place"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNv1SXZzRiTmTZifPUX-AqttXSaq90iTTZlQ9ABTqizV9-SfI1YtZOlbvv2BmDMZ6t5LG7gWDw9tfBN55wvKeW0yCKCRnXqMKQJK6ID6daRnXeHBQxw-coSrdXvmkyts5ii6eINl8Gow/s320/napping+place" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583001284600582626" border="0" /></a><br />5. I love secret napping spots :)<br /></div>Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-83824812184154128042011-03-09T13:50:00.000-08:002011-03-09T13:52:24.338-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsktmQdUs5j_kNEmmPLeRR2h-_hyphenhyphenIARfmXGTSCPL03Qo6_46YH7_61KuAAnLkRqlrFFKjW1Y8ECNLdn6usp1gZ5KFyTTjMZmYv6wwwdK-eij5tML9Gbr3OzHRFwrKicrEnX-WiWA3KkH8/s1600/Heart+in+The+Book.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsktmQdUs5j_kNEmmPLeRR2h-_hyphenhyphenIARfmXGTSCPL03Qo6_46YH7_61KuAAnLkRqlrFFKjW1Y8ECNLdn6usp1gZ5KFyTTjMZmYv6wwwdK-eij5tML9Gbr3OzHRFwrKicrEnX-WiWA3KkH8/s320/Heart+in+The+Book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582201356194649778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id=":7e" class="ii gt"><div id=":7d"> <div style="margin: 4px 4px 1px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> <div>If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.</div> <div>-Oscar Wilde<br /><br /><br /></div></div> </div></div>Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-56529649979509827552011-03-08T16:08:00.000-08:002011-03-08T16:24:44.443-08:00I Survived!Last night, as a fundraising event for our school, Adam and I participated in...(drumroll)... Donkey Basketball! Words cannot explain it... but it is AWESOME, and we will definitely do it again!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit7OZqiPKIAX_Ar1G5WV86OtnV6JzGceeeYynFwQ_RKZCvJO5xIlb-AT2q0cgD-0PfDofr7096jg5NQqkQ-Pm3C-lmbaqAIZoEQL_BJszRxeQgjklR_v7jW41GTMdCXJAZZO7vEnzBdj4/s1600/Kati+Shooting.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit7OZqiPKIAX_Ar1G5WV86OtnV6JzGceeeYynFwQ_RKZCvJO5xIlb-AT2q0cgD-0PfDofr7096jg5NQqkQ-Pm3C-lmbaqAIZoEQL_BJszRxeQgjklR_v7jW41GTMdCXJAZZO7vEnzBdj4/s320/Kati+Shooting.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581867217834602898" border="0" /></a>That's right... that's me, on a donkey, shooting a basketball. (It went in, by the way!)<br />Adam, on the other hand, couldn't get his donkey to participate.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjccnS5G6tTCy0214SnfqPYusifXS31g7U0kOwBLld6SEYwUAz8pCAR6stHYOw1p6QlqBE8B78e4VmJPmzmfuq4qhAy9OKEHoXcRKi3opKbme4vbh0yugKVW4BJtkDaHKiVyUM5jqjPY08/s1600/Adam+Donkey.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjccnS5G6tTCy0214SnfqPYusifXS31g7U0kOwBLld6SEYwUAz8pCAR6stHYOw1p6QlqBE8B78e4VmJPmzmfuq4qhAy9OKEHoXcRKi3opKbme4vbh0yugKVW4BJtkDaHKiVyUM5jqjPY08/s320/Adam+Donkey.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581868791242192226" border="0" /></a><br />Adam's team won by a basket, but I feel like we all did really well at donkeyball!Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-7157988888782289732011-01-02T18:22:00.000-08:002011-01-02T18:35:13.965-08:002011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip0OYnmXL69lSwSBGJlo6mDISmG79ZHlpJ8SE9fxsB9s6UTnPIBmgAISKqdntnhdxhXLBv6hUeuCMLiiRiZd8d50eAJrXlB9QGobdbggz-s8G1eE1GXoisNPYLwufafPkNQU2mlSK_z1g/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip0OYnmXL69lSwSBGJlo6mDISmG79ZHlpJ8SE9fxsB9s6UTnPIBmgAISKqdntnhdxhXLBv6hUeuCMLiiRiZd8d50eAJrXlB9QGobdbggz-s8G1eE1GXoisNPYLwufafPkNQU2mlSK_z1g/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557781666531851394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Resolve to make at least one person happy every day, and then in ten years you may have made three thousand, six hundred and fifty persons happy, or brightened a small town by your contribution to the fund of general enjoyment.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">- Sydney Smith<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from the little house!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-35321624218342139852010-12-11T09:11:00.000-08:002010-12-11T09:33:11.249-08:00Funny StorySo, I have a lot to tell you about (like a trip to Aggieland!) But first, to kick off a Saturday, a funny story.<br /><br />Last week at school, we read the book The Polar Express in Spanish (El Expreso Polar, if you will). Once we finished, I had the kids watch the movie, which prompted this conversation:<br /><br />Kid: Mrs. Woodley, how did they get to Russia from the United States?<br />Me: Well, I'm not sure they're in the United States, and it doesn't say anything about Russia, does it? (This is me genuinely asking, wondering where the misunderstanding is.)<br />Kid: Well, that's where the North Pole is.<br />Me: (Explain where North Pole is).<br />Kid: Okay, but that still doesn't make sense. How does the train get there?<br />Me: (Giving up.) It's magic!<br />Kid: (Sighing.) This class is hard. (Throws head down dramatically on table)<br /><br />On Thursday this past week, I had a substitute. (Our school was hosting a junior high One-Act Play competition, and I was one of the helping hands.) <br /><br />On Friday morning, I walk in to complete and utter chaos. The desks were turned all different ways, the projector was pointed towards the opposite wall from the screen, and there were empty Coke cans everywhere. It looked like the aftermath of a frat party. I was livid. <br /><br />Fast forward to fourth period. (My first three classes are, honest to goodness, sweet little angels. My last three, not so much. I knew they were my little culprits.) This is the conversation that took place.<br /><br />Me: So, how did yesterday go?<br />Kids: Fine.<br />Me: How was the sub?<br />Kids: Fine.<br />Me: Were you good?<br />Kids: No ma'am.<br />Me: Anything you want to say about that?<br />Kids: (Silence.)<br />Me: Maybe... you're sorry, you won't do it again?<br />One kid at the very back: We're a little sorry NOW, but I don't think it would be smart of us to make any promises!<br /><br />I guess I'm glad they're honest! Happy weekend!Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-42124975642715130262010-08-06T13:56:00.000-07:002010-08-06T14:11:55.054-07:00Home, sweet home.<div style="text-align: center;">Adam and I have been in California for the last three weeks! We stayed with his parents in Burbank, and their internet connection wasn't the best. I wrote a lengthy 'California Story' post, but when it deleted right before I posted, I said to heck with it and decided I would write again when I got home! We really had a ball, and so I will write out the story in little pieces over the next several days.<br /><br />To start off, we DROVE to Los Angeles. On the way out there, we split the trip into three parts. Our first stop was in Amarillo, Texas. We ate at The Big Texan Steak Ranch (DELICIOUS. Absolutely DELICIOUS.) and the next morning we hit the Cadillac Ranch on the way out of town.<br />The Cadillac Ranch is a piece of installation art right outside of Amarillo. You can read more about it<a href="http://www.libertysoftware.be/cml/cadillacranch/crmain.htm"> here.</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPLzdfrFfqCl75VBt4wwmWXpP7OYNtzfYHKYnBkVGNUKAFi9jMInQun-KLAsen212tniIeKIhsNWzDWm7L8BSl8mNY6TFvPsp88pq8tj6I1btMooVwlIESzcGUrQubqWf7qAMcfmoPV8/s1600/Cadillac+Ranch"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPLzdfrFfqCl75VBt4wwmWXpP7OYNtzfYHKYnBkVGNUKAFi9jMInQun-KLAsen212tniIeKIhsNWzDWm7L8BSl8mNY6TFvPsp88pq8tj6I1btMooVwlIESzcGUrQubqWf7qAMcfmoPV8/s320/Cadillac+Ranch" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502407487752447362" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was by far one of the weirdest things I have ever seen.<br /><br />On another note, I have cleaned the entire house today from top to bottom and done roughly six loads of laundry. We've been back for a week now. Adam has yet to unpack :)<br /><br />Silly husband.<br /></div>Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-18411666767614305692010-07-05T15:30:00.000-07:002010-07-05T15:35:17.693-07:00Sunday smiles...<div style="text-align: center;">... because we had a ton of fun at the lake with good friends....<br /><br />... because we had delicious food and fun with family at the Woodley Fourth of July Fish Fry....<br /><br />... because playing games with friends before everyone splits up for vacation is a great idea....<br /><br />... because this land was made for you and me...<br /><br />... because Jesus loves me!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsncThvrQ2WtGxuGN56AWuHjnWJfAv0IdRa1FLZqrbKZdylftULzwmG5utjuj2wQ2ZxSlK_QNg-8p0DvpOr0vh17w9zCoFjBDzOL708xX_GJLPTAlWuVRp27ZDdMbXLW2l7BuRUZtBWfY/s1600/southport_musical_fireworks_1_470x356.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsncThvrQ2WtGxuGN56AWuHjnWJfAv0IdRa1FLZqrbKZdylftULzwmG5utjuj2wQ2ZxSlK_QNg-8p0DvpOr0vh17w9zCoFjBDzOL708xX_GJLPTAlWuVRp27ZDdMbXLW2l7BuRUZtBWfY/s320/southport_musical_fireworks_1_470x356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490554219822969650" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-10292852754055016262010-06-29T16:23:00.000-07:002010-06-29T14:23:30.161-07:00"Or, oh Lord, maybe it's a dead ferret."<div style="text-align: center;">I recently finished <span style="font-style: italic;">The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society</span>. This is, by far, one of the best books I've read in a long time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho5LtnDyA7MNslAd8Anj_MlGya-MdcVWCcAizmpQeLcikEz5ml5nqDkXHDitoM1fZpgAF0I4u-96yA2EX7dGz4FTbM_EU4ZSr-REGXBkfo4DfQQwucsMZtXjHr18lDvDUb3YHCe1evUHU/s1600/eng-the-guernsey-literary-and-potato-peel-pie-society.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho5LtnDyA7MNslAd8Anj_MlGya-MdcVWCcAizmpQeLcikEz5ml5nqDkXHDitoM1fZpgAF0I4u-96yA2EX7dGz4FTbM_EU4ZSr-REGXBkfo4DfQQwucsMZtXjHr18lDvDUb3YHCe1evUHU/s320/eng-the-guernsey-literary-and-potato-peel-pie-society.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488308854893617298" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The book is written as a series of letters, telegrams, notes slipped under doors, and other forms of correspondence between about 15 people.<br /><br />The story takes place on the island of Guernsey soon after the Nazi occupation. The book discusses different things that happened during the war, some I knew about. Others were more examples of the Nazis' ability to inflict unthinkable cruelty on other human beings.<br /><br />However, this is not the majority of the book. It is really a story of unlikely friendships, and so it is very touching and also absolutely hysterical in parts.<br /><br />I highly recommend this book and think it would be enjoyable for almost anyone. In fact, it's so good that if you don't like it, it's your fault. The only thing that may be difficult for some is following the different letters. However, I feel like this is what gives the book it's charm. Happy reading!<br /></div>Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-19769278136150045152010-06-29T13:59:00.000-07:002010-06-29T14:08:55.287-07:00Fun days...<div style="text-align: center;">are the best days! Today we are going to the lake! Woo hoo! I love the lake! So the fun thing I want to do today?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Search for and find the Loch Ness Monster!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV5qk-zkxjSPYaLdA7ZLbPNrHw-bFMgiPuToO2a2ClglTihFIGwP54ONoXuOIjXGKBVuwOH0Kxru-uC7LnyuN5PGWRHzRbQh2WknlILFWcX3492kQ6_xqUK3hkIRgT2CqURGJQSQ7raYs/s1600/loch-ness-monster2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV5qk-zkxjSPYaLdA7ZLbPNrHw-bFMgiPuToO2a2ClglTihFIGwP54ONoXuOIjXGKBVuwOH0Kxru-uC7LnyuN5PGWRHzRbQh2WknlILFWcX3492kQ6_xqUK3hkIRgT2CqURGJQSQ7raYs/s320/loch-ness-monster2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488304996265130066" border="0" /></a>and I shall ride my wild stallion as I search! Nessie better watch her back....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMSRd3WUC-z_tQ0T2imRrZytsK90dpcEa0ota19UqieDKZ7XaXXs77VvWotrYiFW0C0pOSs2p4OnTUq7THaWxL9toIzTudArIRxtIL709P36GvhWTUbSjNOl2lJgwbYAhS0EZPYGoiVU/s1600/scuba_diving_horse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMSRd3WUC-z_tQ0T2imRrZytsK90dpcEa0ota19UqieDKZ7XaXXs77VvWotrYiFW0C0pOSs2p4OnTUq7THaWxL9toIzTudArIRxtIL709P36GvhWTUbSjNOl2lJgwbYAhS0EZPYGoiVU/s320/scuba_diving_horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488305001407025122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div>Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-56785685575957491472010-06-28T09:05:00.001-07:002010-06-28T09:20:23.600-07:00Sunday smiles...<div style="text-align: center;">... because the sun is shining...<br /><br />... because I got to spend Saturday with my sisters...<br /><br />... because I had black-eyed peas and cornbread for supper...<br /><br />... because Game Night with church friends is so much fun...<br /><br />... because we stayed up until midnight laughing and eating cake...<br /><br />... because Jesus loves me!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5AvrqnV1BVgX2r63pAy0-11zqtMRHh6ob8gPvPCzhZeby-YK2KlZsGckXSSdNK4ffObJBXvm5DSJOmWLBhB4wNHe3AGpmnmk47QpyytzPPVak7iBNJZ2or79VUcuzBPYW_ICbjnpuN8/s1600/IMG00270.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5AvrqnV1BVgX2r63pAy0-11zqtMRHh6ob8gPvPCzhZeby-YK2KlZsGckXSSdNK4ffObJBXvm5DSJOmWLBhB4wNHe3AGpmnmk47QpyytzPPVak7iBNJZ2or79VUcuzBPYW_ICbjnpuN8/s320/IMG00270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487859997756750530" border="0" /></a>Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-36674260048501596172010-06-24T16:37:00.000-07:002010-06-24T16:47:12.769-07:00My Magic House...Yesterday, I was sitting outside on my big porch when it started to rain. It was one of those soft, cool summer rains that makes everything smell fresh and clean. The steam was coming up from the wet grass, and the breeze whipped across the porch. I had a glass of lemonade and finished my book. Isn't that lovely?Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-86060311893521094512010-06-23T12:50:00.000-07:002010-06-23T13:09:52.646-07:00Put a penny in your pocket...<div style="text-align: center;">When I was a little girl, my mom would take us all to the General Store every day after school. The man that owned the store had three sons, all older than me. The two oldest boys worked in the store and would always call me 'Miss Katilyn.' <br />When I was 7 or 8, the oldest boy (who was maybe a sophomore or junior in high school at the time) was ringing up my purchases and wanted to know if he could keep the change from my ten-dollar bill 'as a tip.' I, being a precocious child, handed him a penny.<br />Every day from then until I was a senior in high school, I always brought him a penny. He didn't always work at the store, but even after he left for college he would come back and work in the summers. Every time I went to the store, I made sure I had a penny in my pocket JUST IN CASE he was working that day. <br />He kept track, too. Right after I started driving, he informed me that we were getting close to the dollar mark, and I promised to bring him a framed one-dollar bill once we hit a hundred pennies. And I did.<br />I moved away to go to school and only went to the store if I absolutely had to if I happened to be home. As it happened, I didn't see him for roughly four years. <br /><br />The other day, I rolled up to the little General Store to buy gas. The oldest boy now owns it. I walked in to pay for gas, and though it wasn't the first time I'd seen him since we moved back, he smiled at me when I walked in and said, "Hey do you remember when you used to always tip me a penny?" I started laughing because I hadn't thought about it in so long. His response? "I really depended on that..."<br /></div>Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-67528869741646835182010-06-22T12:59:00.000-07:002010-06-22T13:35:51.229-07:00Worry about your craziness only.<div style="text-align: center;">This week, I finished the book <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India, and Indonesia</span> by Elizabeth Gilbert.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJxU-9rVYnEGh8wYX5Hx4kEYku2R2K5pSwfiknfd4P5mgLMFoAtmPPxgVtBdcryNrsAr-6A6z6iqlKFuXnJ8LtHVQ97U_g_rEk7dMBvMGUYL7_m_fY8eKujJVpvBB3VxuGkq6xaozyqk/s1600/x22888.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJxU-9rVYnEGh8wYX5Hx4kEYku2R2K5pSwfiknfd4P5mgLMFoAtmPPxgVtBdcryNrsAr-6A6z6iqlKFuXnJ8LtHVQ97U_g_rEk7dMBvMGUYL7_m_fY8eKujJVpvBB3VxuGkq6xaozyqk/s320/x22888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485699343400867586" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This book is an autobiographical story about Liz Gilbert's divorce, spiral into depression, and subsequent soul-searching. She decides to journey to three places over the course of the year in order to learn about life. She learns about the pursuit of pleasure in Italy (Eat), the pursuit of God in India (Pray), and the balance of both in Indonesia (Love).<br /><br />In Italy, she eats wonderful food (obviously), but one of the major things she talks about is the joy of learning to speak Italian. She is more passionate about Italian than I am about Spanish, but there is a sort of 'high' that comes with learning a foreign language. There is something about the tast of unfamiliar words in your mouth and realizing that you are speaking fluently that is really exhilarating.<br /><br />This book also talks extensively about the practice of Yoga. Yoga is not just a twisting, torturous form of exercise, but actually includes 4 types: Hatha (yoga of the body), Jnana (yoga of knowledge), Bhakti (yoga of the heart- prayer and devotion), and Karma (yoga in the path of selfless service).<br /><br />I was in a cross-cultural play in college where the majority of the cast was Indian. I became fascinated with the culture and with yoga in particular. I may sound hippie-ish, but I think the concept of yoga is beautiful.<br /><br />In this book, Liz says that yoga, in it's true form, is not a religion in and of itself nor is it strictly related to Hinduism. Rather, it's a tool to use with ANY religion. Many of the people she meets at the Ashram are Christian.<br /><br />On her travels to Indonesia, she meets the funniest old medicine man who is her spiritual guide and who is somewhere between the age of "65 and 112." He really makes the last third of the book. In one of their conversations, Liz asks him what she should do about the craziness of this world. He replies, "Worry about your craziness only." Wouldn't that genuinely make everyone's life easier?<br /><br />I highly recommend reading this book. However, it begs saying that you should take everything she writes and experiences with a grain of salt. This is the story of her personal spiritual journey and is not meant to be a guide for how others should live. Happy reading!<br /></div>Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-31166792422687355592010-06-21T14:19:00.000-07:002010-06-21T18:08:35.642-07:00Fun days...<div style="text-align: center;">...are the best days! Today my mom, baby sis, and little brother came over. We hung out and ate fruit roll-ups and cookies and played some board games. After they left, I hung out in the pool until it started to rain one of those nice, soft, summer-y rains. We went down to the in-laws for supper, jumped on the new (and now wet and slick) trampoline with little-sister-in-law. I came home and took a bath with my favorite shampoo, and now I'm drinking lemonade and watching "Last Comic Standing" with my husband. I adore summer.<br /><br />Today, my fun thing I want to do is travel to India and study yoga with someone who looks like this guy.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1UNnB87QM8CvUl2tNmJ__VMuBh_T836Bq7iaVPEwACOMYhlr_nrTrl05HrWIdbkM8jLT0NSkquhtcauj7dfAupgcil42hNLsEVsh1Cv2OhLxTspCy0XXPHTjf4XSogfr402ZWBPsoNgY/s1600/yogi-annelies-rigter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1UNnB87QM8CvUl2tNmJ__VMuBh_T836Bq7iaVPEwACOMYhlr_nrTrl05HrWIdbkM8jLT0NSkquhtcauj7dfAupgcil42hNLsEVsh1Cv2OhLxTspCy0XXPHTjf4XSogfr402ZWBPsoNgY/s320/yogi-annelies-rigter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485398466015092946" border="0" /></a><br />Oh, yeah. That's definitely my second husband.<br /><br /></div>Katilyn W. Woodleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16884155771745936253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240766482581937340.post-67480492758418733902010-06-20T15:30:00.000-07:002010-06-20T15:40:56.159-07:00Sunday smiles...... because I rode my new bike this morning while the sun was coming up....<br /><br /><br />... because I had delicious dewberry cobbler for lunch....<br /><br /><br />... because I'm reading a good book (Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert)....<br /><br /><br />... because Husband and I are eating popcorn and watching movies...<br /><br /><br />... and because Jesus loves me!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2pTZJx6BVNSdPh9DNSZAeOlCZ34fXTQpej4V-Son3oshaevaA-zFVAK_BL95KH7uTym4ji90UWGhJ0dP0bnHViTgYBQZ-BezNTt05IzBkUDRG50_LJHw10uBJwoCYsk8GNCK0kppaVjc/s1600/IMG_030408.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2pTZJx6BVNSdPh9DNSZAeOlCZ34fXTQpej4V-Son3oshaevaA-zFVAK_BL95KH7uTym4ji90UWGhJ0dP0bnHViTgYBQZ-BezNTt05IzBkUDRG50_LJHw10uBJwoCYsk8GNCK0kppaVjc/s320/IMG_030408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484989250941105042" border="0" /></a>Katilyn W. 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