Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad

TWIT and I would like to wish the 'Rents a very happy 53rd anniversary today. 

I've always been very proud and blessed to have them as my parents, but last night I felt even more proud.  A friend I hadn't seen in a while called the house to wish them a happy anniversary, and before I handed them the phone my friend told me that my parents have always been an inspiration to her. She said that with the divorce rate being over fifty percent, a marriage that has lasted for 53 years is pretty rare. I guess she's right.

Vacation Day Four - Decision Of The Day

As I said yesterday, as the week has gone on, the decisions have gotten harder. The Decision Of The Day is more of a quandry than decision:  What bottle of White Zinfandel to buy if I can't find the particular brand I want? 

Vacation Day Three - Decision Of The Day

Today's decision: What time to go meet a friend for lunch? Or do I wait and meet them later for dinner?  As you can see, as the week is progressing, the decisions are getting harder.

Vacation Day Two - Decision Of The Day

It's time for Vacation Day Two's Decision Of The Day:

Do I want ketchup, mustard, both, or neither on my hot dogs?

Vacation Day One - Decision Of The Day

I am very, very happy to report that I am on vacation this week, and don't have to be back in the office until July 5.  I don't have a lot planned this week, and that's how I'm going to keep it.  As part of my rest and relaxation, I am going to allot to myself one (well, maybe two if it is warranted) crucial decision to make per day. Never fear, faithful readers. Posting daily in TWIT is no longer a decision after all these years; it's just a normal part of my day, like brushing my teeth.  

To recap, this past Saturday's decision was where to get pizza for supper, and yesterday's decision was what cocktail to mix up. 

Monday's Decision of the Day will be what color of nail polish to chose when I get a manicure this morning. I said just a few days ago I was going to trim my nails back so I could start playing the guitar again and I decided to let the professionals do it.

Link Of The Week

For the past few weeks, we've been under seige from severe storms and tornadoes here in this area.  Thank goodness that my church has been preparing and practicing for an emergency evacuation to the basement for a tornado warning. But other churches might not have such a plan in place.  Please take a minute to check out this site for information on emergency evacuations at church.  http://www.churchsafety.com/topics/emergencies/disasters/emergencyevacuations/cs81.html?tCode=1436AE3ABB&dCode=01DC53E928

Never mind this is information that I will be hawking soon.  But just to keep safe no matter where you are or where you worship, please check out the above link.  Stay safe.

Bumper Sticker Of The Month

Top Ten Overused Words and Phrases By The Weatherazzi During Wednesday's Night Tornadoes

1.   Ominous
2.   Condusive
3.   Super Cellular
4.   Rotation
5.   Tornadic
6.   Ground Zero
7.   Rain Wrapped
8.   Out Flow
9.   Couplets
10. Vortex

Storm Update

Unfortunately, once again I am bringing you a Storm Update.  Last night's storms popped up without much warning.  I was watching the afternoon's episode of AMC and Dad was watching the Cincinnati Reds ballgame, when the sirens went off.  We turned to a local channel and the weatherazzi said that funnel clouds were spotted a mile from The Compound.  That's when we sprang into action.  Me and Mom grabbed the portable digital TV and my emergency bag and Mom grabbed the battery-powered lantern and we headed for the basement while Dad and our neighbor Painter Steve stood out in the yard and watched.  Thank the good Lord the funnel clouds didn't touch down in our area but that was a bit too close for comfort. And for the record, we've been down in the basement aka storm shelter more in the past two weeks than we have in the entire 44 years of living in this house. 

Like I said, in our part of the county,we were very, very lucky. The only damage we suffered at The Compound was losing one tomato plant in the garden, but other parts of the county weren't as lucky.  Our beloved Churchill Downs was hit by one of the tornadoes, damaging 9 of the barns, and about a half mile away there was a lot of damage around Papa John's Cardinal Stadium and the surrounding area.  

On a related note, I am proud to report that two churches that I have worked with over the past year did awesome when they had to put their emergency storm shelter evacuation plans into action last night during their Wednesday evening services.  I tip my hats to all involved for taking the proper actions and precautions, and thank the Lord that He watched over us all and kept us safe.

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

I was sitting here at the computer just minutes ago, trying to decide what to write about tonight, when Mom came back to the computer room and got down on the floor and was looking for a box that was stored under the bed.  She pulled out a dusty guitar case and opened it up and got out my beloved banana pudding yellow Fender Stratocaster.  She grabbed a rag and dusted it off, and sat on the bed with the Strat in her lap, just like she was going to play it.  She solemnly said "I'd give anything if you would pay your guitars again."
Yep, it cut me like a knife.  I've got 7 guitars that are in cases that are just gathering dust because I don't play them anymore. 

So after having this major epiphany tonight, I've decided that I am going to trim my fingernails back and start playing again.  I've been given the gift of music, and over the years have been able to use the talent that I've been blessed with, and I have to say that I have missed it.  I never would admit it to myself or anyone else, but I have in deed missed playing.  Other things just got in the way.  But not anymore.  As soon as this is posted, I'm going to get the manicure tools out and trim my fingernails and pick up the guitar tonight.

Gas Station Etiquette

To whoever gets gas at a convenience store or grocery store that has gas pumps:

When you pull into one of the aisles to get gas, would you please pull all the way up to the first pump, instead of stopping at the second pump , which would be the first pump that you come to?  Others need to get gas and we're not real thrilled to have to drive all the way around the gas station and end up backing in to the first pump just because you were inconsiderate and didn't pull all the way up to the first pump. Sorry if that sentence was redundant but I needed to say it.

File Under: WTF?

Inpatient Alcoholic Gets Hammered After Drinking Hand Sanitizer In Australian Hospital


According to a letter published in the Sydney Journal of Medicine, an 45-year-old Australian man in treatment for alcoholism was found to be dangerously drunk after ingesting six 375 milliliter bottles of hand sanitizer from his hospital bathroom. (That's as much liquid as three wine bottles!) His blood alcohol level was 0.271 percent, half way to the often-lethal 0.5 percent. The primary ingredient in most hand sanitizers is isopropyl alcohol, which is not generally considered safe for human consumption. It can still get you drunk—but not without making you sick. And the non-alcoholic additives of hand sanitizers (like fragrances) can be even more dangerous.

Doctors called this case the worst any of them had seen, but it's hardly the first time someone has tried to get drunk off hand sanitizer. Doctors have been reporting alarming incidents for years, often in hospitals. And YouTube is full of videos of teens daring each other to take shots of Germ-X. These cases have led physicians to call for safer hand sanitizer dispenser designs—especially the installation of non-removable canisters in public restrooms, which would make it harder for alcohol-starved to gulp it straight from the bottle.

You know you really have an alcohol problem when you knock back three bottles of hand sanitizer while in rehab.  Just saying.

Happy Father's Day

We preempt today's regularly scheduled Link Of The Week to wish my Dad and all of the Dads out there a very happy Father's Day.

Our Father's Day got off to a very wild start here at The Compound.  The 'Rents were up at their usual 6:00 like they always do on Sunday morning, and I got up at my usual time about 45 minutes later. Only I didn't need the alarm clock to wake me up; the very loud sound of thunder woke me.  It was still as dark as night, and the thunder got stronger, and as soon as I turned on to the news, the weatherazzi were already in high gear.  There was severe weather headed right for us.  They said it would hit in about an hour, so we all made the good decision to stay home from church and I hopped into the shower and got clean and had a nice hair-do in case we got blown away.  We hated to miss church but we made the right decision, because it hit right when we would have been about half-way to church. 

We didn't have much damage to The Compound, other than the wind blowing open one of the windows in the family room and scaring the life out us and the corn in the garden getting bent over, so once again, the Lord was protecting us -- because less than a half mile from The Compound, it started looking like a war zone, with very large trees uprooted and snapped in two. 

But Dad had a great time at the Bats game last night, and he had one of his most favorite dinners, the Beef Burrito Deluxe Enchilada Style from Tumbleweed, and now he's in his recliner doing one of his favorite things, watching the Cincinnati Reds play ball.

Thanks again to my Heavenly Father for watching over us here at The Compound and keeping us safe from the severe storms, and thanks to my earthly Father for keeping me safe, and for having my back and for teaching me by example about unconditional love.

Security Tip Saturday

Before giving you today's Security Tip, let me give a little background first.  Thursday night, I visited our beloved Horseshoe Casino just minutes away from The Compound, but there's no bridge so we have to drive almost to downtown Louisville, cross over the bridge and then drive back in the direction of The Compound to get to the boat.  But I digress.  I spent the night in the hotel, and was looking forward to a nice steak dinner, a long bubble bath and a good night's sleep.  Well, two out of three ain't bad.  I was awaken from a very deep sleep at about 3:30 in the morning from the sound of the blaring alarm going off on the wall above the bed.  Seconds after the alarm went off, the in-room intercom came on the hotel's ERT (Emergency Response Team) said to prepare to evacuate the building. Believe me when I tell you that in about two minutes time, I had thrown off my pajamas, threw on my clothes and shoes, put in my contacts, packed my backpack and purse and was standing in my room's doorway looking up and down the hall. I didn't see anyone else, nor did I even hear any commotion or talking.  This was very odd.  I closed the door and went back in the room.  Then a second announcement came over the intercom saying yet again, prepare to evacuate the building.  Well, I wasn't going to take any chances. I thought about getting a bath towel wet, just in case I encountered any smoke or whatever, but instead I headed for the closest emergency exit and started heading down the stairs to the upper floor of the outdoor parking garage. I was in the seventh floor, and just said a quick prayer for the Lord to watch over me and keep me safe as I walked very fast down all of the stairs.  Adrenaline kicked in and I was barely out of breath when I reached the first floor.  I looked around and saw only a couple of people at the front desk, who were on the phones.  I headed out to the upper floor of the parking garage, and was very surprised to see only about 20 or so people there. 
After maybe ten more minutes, more people showed up and we all stood around wondering what in the hell was going on.  There were maybe 125 people by now.  Then we heard an annoucement over the outdoor intercom telling us that it was a false alarm.  We all looked at each other with major WTF? looks on our faces and then started back to our hotel rooms. Needless to say it's kinda hard to get back to sleep after going through something like this.

So now for the Saturday Security Tip.  Always pay attention and find where the closest emergency exit no matter where you are -- whether it's a hotel, a restaurant, a plane, a movie theater, a store, at school, at work, or anywhere. You honestly do not know what could happen, and you need to know how to get out of wherever you are.  I've spent the night at the hotel casino many times with friends and family, and none of  ever thought something like that would ever happen to us.  But it can, and it does. Be aware, be prepared, and stay safe.

Thankful Friday

I've said this before and I need to say it again - I am so thankful for the 'Rents and for my best friend Diva Stacy and for the unconditional love that they all give me.

Earlier this evening, we had some quasi-new friends over to visit us at The Compound, and I was beaming with pride to myself when I heard the 'Rents tell them about our trip to Vegas and the Grand Canyon three years ago, and again when I heard Mom tell them about my long friendship with Diva Stacy. 

This is my blog and I can say anything that I want.  Not a day goes by that I don't thank the Lord for all of the people that He has put in my life, but I think today these three need a special public thank you.

Flashback Friday A Day Early

On this day way back in the year of 1969, one of my all-time favorite TV shows made its debut – Hee Haw. It started on this day long, long ago in the year 1969 on CBS as a replacement for “The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour”. It was among the top twenty show for the next two years, but in the summer of 1971 it was dropped, as were two other of my all-time favorite shows, “The Beverly Hillbillies” and “Green Acres.” Apparently, the networks didn’t want the rural shows anymore and wanted shows that were more citified. Whatever. The producers knew that they had something special in “Hee Haw” so they pitched the show to other markets and it was picked up for syndication, and remained on the air for over twenty more years until it finally ended it’s very impressive run in 1993. Take that, CBS.



"Hee Haw” was a standard here at The Compound on Saturday nights. We’d first watch “The Lawrence Welk Show” and then switch the channels to our beloved “Hee Haw”. My favorite parts of the show were always the “Pickin’ and Grinnin” segment and the guest stars. The First Lady of Country Music, Miss Tammy Wynette made quite a few appearances on “Hee Haw”, as did another favorite of mine, Barbara Mandrell.  As for the regulars on the show, Grandpa Jones and Minnie Pearl were my favorites.  I loved it when Grandpa and his wife Ramona would play a song.  Ramona would play the guitar or autoharp while Grandpa would either play the banjo or play the bells; the bells were a special treat, because he would have a bell on each foot that he would shake.

If you’re lucky enough to get the RFD channel on your cable or satellite dish, you can watch reruns of “Hee Haw” every Sunday night.

The Fourth Year Of Trying New Things

I am very, very happy to report that tonight at supper I tried fresh collard greens.  I've mentioned previously my love of collards, and until tonight I have only had canned collard greens.  But tonight, I had collard greens that I actually picked from our garden.

Mom cleaned them not once but three times last night before she put them on to cook early this morning.  As soon as I walked in the door from work she asked me to taste them before she served them up in a big bowl on the table.  Believe me when I tell you I wanted to grab the pot and a fork and run away with them. 

As I said, until now I've only had canned collard greens and they were awesome to me.  But the fresh home grown collards brings the level of awesome up a few more notches.  While the canned greens tasted just fine, there was just something extra in the flavor of the fresh collards.

My thanks go out to Dad, who planted and tended the collard greens, and to Mom who cleaned and cooked them. 

A Whole Level Of Multi-Tasking

I was driving back on the interstate from a quick trip to the big Snooty McSnoot East End Mall yesterday afternoon, when a car to the left of me caught my eye.  The lady driving the car was reading a book while she was driving.  Yes, reading a book.  While she was driving.

I'd heard stories from people saying that they saw someone reading while they were driving, but I thought they were just exaggerating until I witnessed it myself yesterday afternoon. She had the book propped up on the steering wheel, and was reading and turning pages as she drove. 

My first instinct was to grab my cell phone and take a picture of her, but then I thought I would be no better than her.  So I did what any law-abiding citizen would do; I called 911 and reported her.  I gave a 100% dead-on description of the car and driver, including license plate (thanks to my near-photographic memory) and gave them the exact location of her car as she was getting off on an exit ramp.  I can only hope that a cop pulled her over. 

Real Farmtown Update

TWIT is very happy to report that The 'Rents picked the first fruits of their hard labors out in the garden.  Last night, they picked two yellow squash, pictured above.  I'll be posting a picture of their very pretty garden later in the week so I can show off their gardening skillz.

And as you all are well aware of, gardening is just not my thing, but this year I planted a couple of banana pepper plants, and when they picked the two squash last night, The 'Rents reported that I had one pepper about 3 inches long and more were starting.  So now my project this week will be to find a fool-proof recipe for pickled banana peppers.

Link Of The Week

Along with learning of my fondness for collard greens, just within the past few years I've discovered that I love ribs.  Pork or beef - it makes no difference to me as long as they're seasoned and cooked just right.  This week I'm sharing with you, faithful readers, the best rib recipe that is known to man. They're served at Charlie Vergo's Rendesvous in Memphis and like I said, this recipe is the best I've tasted.  If you're in Memphis please, please make a trip to Rendesvous (just a short walk from Beahl Street) and you will not be disappointed.  Until then, just click on this link and you can have the recipe for their ribs, including THE BEST seasoning I've tasted.  Check it out at http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/recipe?id=6905590 and you will not be disappointed. And for the record, Charlie Vergo's Rendesvous and their rib recipe gets the TWIT Seal Of Approval.

Friends You Can Count On?

I talked to two different friends this afternoon, and neither one of them heard the big thunderstorm that rolled through the 'Ville at 5:00 this morning. Both said they slept right through it.  I'm glad that I have a weather radio to let me know when there are any severe weather watches or warnings for my area, because I sure couldn't count on those two friends to warn me.

Flashback Friday

1.Shadow Dancing 
2.Why
3.Fool for a Night
4.An Everlasting Love
5.(Our Love) Don't Throw It All Away
6.One More Look at the Night
7.Melody
8.I Go for You
9.Good Feeling
10.Waiting for You

New Product Review

The other day, I was doing my weekly search in the cookie aisle in the grocery store to see if I could find the Triple Oreos, and what do I stumble upon but Oreo Creamsicle cookies.  Believe me when I tell you I almost had an anxiety attack in the aisle, given the fact that Creamsicles are one of my very most favorite popsicle flavors in the world.  How could you go wrong when you combine Oreos with Creamsicles?  I picked up two packs without hesitation.

As soon as I got home, I opened the pack for us to try.  Dad and I tried one first, and we were speechless.  My Sweet Mother, who is diabetic, had been watching her sugar intake all day, and knew she could have one without any repercussions.  Well, as soon as she ate the cookie, she grabbed another.  She simply said "I could die tonight a happy woman."  Yes, I will testify they were that good. They aren't too orange, and weren't too vanilla; they were just right.

I urge you to go to your local grocery store right now and stock up on these; they're a Limited Edition and won't be around long. 

Oreo Creamsicle most definitely gets the Thumb's Up and the TWIT Seal Of Approval.

File Under: WTF?

A very bizarre thing happened last night while Mom and I were at our 'hood grocery store.  We were in the back of the store getting ready to pick out a pack of hot dogs when a young WT couple walked up to us.  He had on the baggy shorts and ball cap turned sideways, and she had on a halter top, short-shorts and flip-flops, and they both had a Starbucks plastic cup in their hands (crucial part of the story).  The WT girl asked us if we were going to pay for our groceries with cash.  Mom was a bit scared and I quickly spoke up "No, we'll be paying for our groceries with our debit card." It doesn't take an economic professor to know what they wanted; they were going to ask us to use their food stamp card to pay for our groceries and have us give them the cash in return.   

They walked off, and immediately started harassing an older little-old-gray-haired-grandma-type lady, asking her the same thing.  She was very visibly petrified of this harassment.  I was in no mood for this.  I marched on over and said "You need to leave her alone.  And in fact, you need to leave all of us alone and get on out of here."  Needless to say they looked at me like I had three heads. They walked on, and the little old lady hugged me and thanked me for stepping in.  But that didn't stop the WT couple.  They started talking to yet another shopper.  I had had enough.  I started up the aisle to find a manager, when suddenly a manager appeared right before me walking down the aisle.  I quickly told him what was going on, and gave him a very detailed description of the WT couple.  He actually ran past me to over where they were and told them that waht they were doing was against the law, and that they would not be doing that crap in his store.  He escorted them out, and we saw no signs of them when we went to our car to leave after our shopping was done. 

As we were driving home, Mom said, "I wanted to tell them that they needed to get out and work for their food like we do."  Well said, Mom.  Well said.

File Under: WTF?

During our lunch time at work, a coworker and Faithful Reader JMc's cell phone rang not one but two times.  Each time, he quickly pressed a button and  let it go to voicemail.  Later on, JMc stopped by my office and gave me the 411 on the phone calls.  Apparently, quite awhile ago, he called one of the members in the Boy Scout troop that he is in charge of.  Please make a note of this, as it is a crucial piece of information in this story.  JMc called the number back, as he thought it must be pretty darned important for them to call him at work two times.  Here's the transcript:

JMc:  What did you need?
Boy Scout:  You called me a over a month ago.  What did you want?

Hand to heaven, that is the transcript. 

Monday, Monday

This post is brought to us courtesy of The 'Rents.  They spent all day and most of the afternoon out in the garden, and wanted me to post that it sure was hot outside today.  Needless to say that the majority of the people reading this spent the day inside in an air conditioned office, as I did.  But I digress.  The 'Rents wanted everyone to know that they were out in the garden from about 9:00 till after 3:00 this afternoon, and they are alive and kicking to tell about it.

I need to interject that two years ago, I had an epiphany.  People kept calling, emailing, and texting me, asking about the 'Rents working out in their garden in the effin heat.  I told them what I will tell you -- I just gave it over to the Lord.  Both of them have more common sense than just about everybody I know put together, so they know to come inside when they get too hot.  So if they were to keel over dead while working in the garden, I would have to say that they went out doing something that they loved.  That having been said, let me just tell you about the heat exhaustion precautions that they take in the summer while gardening.

They are out in the garden working when I leave for work at about 7:30, so they're doing their manual labor in the cool of the day.

They have their Cooler On Wheels that is filled every day with ice and bottles of water, so they always stay hydrated.

And food is always within reach.  The tiny refrigerator on the back porch is always filled with Lunchables and fresh fruits to give them a boost.

So to me, it sounds like they are doing all right. I just wish I have that much energy as they do when I'm 76 years old.

Link Of The Week

As you all know, I don't cook, but you also know that I love to watch cooking and baking shows on TV.  Recently with a little help from Diva Stacy, I've started watching "Cupcake Wars" on the Food Network every Sunday afternoon.  Let me tell you - those cupcakes are a far, far cry from any ones I've attempted to bake.  When I've made them, I did good to get them out of the pan and slap some icing on them. But I digress.

If you'd like to get some ideas on how to pimp your cupcakes and make them something spectacular, I've found the site that will help.  It's from the good folks at Wilton, the awesome old school cake decorating company that has been around for years and years.  You can get ideas on decorating cupcakes and can find tips for just about any theme. Visit http://www.wilton.com/ideas/browse.cfm?cat=Cupcakes and start baking.

P.S. If you bake and decorate any cupcakes using tips from this site, please send a picture. 

Saturday Funnies

On their way to get married, a young Catholic couple was involved in a fatal car accident. The couple found themselves sitting outside the Pearly Gates waitng for St. Peter to process them into Heaven. While waiting they began to wonder; Could they possibly get married in Heaven?


When St. Peter arrived they asked him if they could get married in Heaven. St. Peter said, "I don't know. This is the first time anyone has asked. Let me go find out," and he left.


The couple sat and waited for an answer.... For a couple of months.


While they waited, they discussed the pros and cons. If they were allowed to get married in Heaven, should they get married, what with the eternal aspect of it all? "What if it doesn't work? Are we stuck in Heaven together forever?"


Another month passed. St. Peter finally returned, looking somewhat bedraggled. "Yes," he informed the couple, "You can get married in Heaven."


"Great!" said the couple. "But we were just wondering; what if things don't work out? Could we also get a divorce in Heaven?"


St. Peter, red-faced with anger, slammed his clipboard on the ground.


"What's wrong?" asked the frightened couple.


"OH, COME ON!!!" St. Peter shouted. "It took me 3 months to find a priest up here! Do you have ANY idea how long it'll take to find a lawyer?"

Flashback Friday

From various blog posts over the years, you already know that I love gadgets.  And you also know that I usually have to buy a new gadget as soon as it comes out.  This isn’t something that just started happening; it goes back to when I was a teenager.  Back in the day, I saved up I don’t know how many books of Top Value stamps and bought a frozen pizza cooker.  Yep, a pizza cooker.

Grandma and I had seen one on an episode of “The Price Is Right” and we knew we had to have it. We enjoyed frozen pizzas and while the trusty old metal pizza pan did just fine, we wanted one of the fancy pizza cookers because, well, it was something new. Our cooker was a far cry from the frozen pizza cookers today; most of them have a carousel that turns the pizza around to ensure even cooking. From the picture above, you can see that ours looked similar to an electric skillet with a cover.



I didn’t have to wait too long before I had enough books of stamps to get our pizza cooker. As soon as we got home with it, we had to try it out. Much to our dismay, the first pizza was cooked a bit too long. It wasn’t burnt, and it was still edible, but it was far from the perfectly baked frozen pizza. We tried again and after a few more times of trial and error, we nailed it. We used that pizza cooker until it wore out.

Happy National Doughnut Day

TWIT would like to give you advance notice that tomorrow is National Doughnut Day.  Plan now to visit any Krispy Kreme shop tomorrow and you can get a free doughnut.  And no, you don't get just a glazed doughnut; you can get any doughnut that they have in the shop. Yep, one with sprinkles, icing, and filling.  This is not a paid endorsement; Krispy Kreme just happens to be my favorite brand of doughnuts. If you choose to visit other doughnut shops tomorrow, mention to them that it's National Doughnut Day and they might give you a free doughnut, too.   

New Product Review

After all of the hype, the 'Rents and I decided to try Wendy's Berry Almond Chicken Salad tonight for supper.  And boy, we are glad we did.  It got off to a rocky start, with me having to wait 20 minutes for them to grill the chicken for the salad, but I'm glad I waited.  Dad was the biggest cheerleader of the salad.  He quickly said we could get them again one night next week for supper.

The chicken breast was bigger than I thought.  I thought they'd just give a few bites of chicken, but I was wrong.  The salad came with lots of blueberries, sliced straweberries, slivered almonds and an awesome raspberry dressing.  Other than having to wait 20 minutes for my fast food order, I can't complain one bit about anything.  I will definitely buy these salads for us next week for supper, and I give you my word that I won't bitch about having to wait for the grilled chicken.

Wendy's Berry Almond Chicken Salad gets a big thumb's up and the TWIT Seal Of Approval.