tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87027586317074016952024-03-12T19:05:24.982-04:00Beyond the Curls...a blog about food, feelings, humor, books, music, travel, and anything else that seems to be on my mind.
and apparently hair...Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-8100595991572874052014-08-01T13:10:00.002-04:002014-09-25T13:12:49.350-04:00Confidence...If you ask someone who knows me, they would likely tell you that I am a confident, successful woman. If you ask close family, they would tell you the same unless you specifically asked about physical beauty or something. Which I hope you wouldn't because that would be odd. But if you ask me, you would likely be stuck listening to a stream of conscious answer about how I am confident but I'm not when it comes to this or that. But, really, I am. And the one way conversation would continue until you got up and left, but don't worry. I wouldn't stop telling my story. Likely, my hands would be moving so fast because I am a gesture talker and nowadays my eyes would be glued to Shy so I wouldn't even know you left. <br />
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I finally finished maternity and returned to work. It's been much better than expected, but it's not easy. I struggle daily wondering if I made the right decision. I cannot even tell you how many times I sit in my office, mindlessly returning work-related emails wondering how this can be considered reason to leave Shyam. And then I think about quitting and all of a sudden, I am filled with the guilt of leaving a well paying, secure job AFTER having a baby (and lusting after having three more). There is no right answer as I have been told numerous times. I think the key is to be confident in the route you choose. So I am confidently ending this saga-related post and giving you a glimpse into what we have been up to during Shyam's first summer!<br />
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Gosh, where do I start. Well, first of all, we had a huge breakthrough. Shy no longer hates baths! And you will never guess what turned the tables. The pool! That morning, we gave him a bath and he wailed. So much that my mom came upstairs wondering what we were doing to her grandchild. And for some reason, later that day, S and I decided it would be wise to put this bath-hating baby in the world's biggest bath. Don't ask us why. But thank goodness we did. He loved it! Maybe it's because it was cooler water. Or outside where there was lots to distract him. Or because daddy was holding him. I don't know, but the next day, we gave him a bath and the world was right side up again. Hallelujah!<br />
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Since we last talked, Shy has become a master roller. He is all sorts of mobile these days, scooting around. Like last night when he tried to get into his super high cobra stretch. Underneath the couch. Suffice it to say there was some complaining when I found him. My parents have since come and gone, helping me transition from my awesome stay-at-home gig to my less-than-awesome return to work (a job that I love, by the way). While my parents were here, we packed up the entire Patel clan and headed to New York City for the 4th of July. We may have been the only people in all of NYC who had a baby out at 10PM. He's quite the trooper. And for the record, he did fine and bounced back to schedule after a day or two. <br />
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Shy's eating solids now! And I haven't given up my cloth diapers either. You know how much I love my cloth. And surprisingly, poop isn't really that bad.<br />
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But, mostly, he's just getting bigger and becoming more active. He loves to talk and babble, just like his parents. And he's much more opinionated. Don't think one toy will keep him entertained for a full ten minutes like it used to. He will grab it from you and throw it down. And he's so strong! He has started to pick things up. Like our glasses from the dining table. And of course, with the rolling came the love of his tummy. We know he's going to sleep for hours when we lay him down and he immediately flips over. He's a tummy sleeper, no matter what I do! <br />
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In the end, I am confident in my ability to gauge the day by day. I know regardless of what I do, there will always be guilt and I have come to accept this. I think it's really a guilt we put on ourselves because certainly no one makes me feel inadequate. But, deep down, I know the most important thing is Shyam is loved, happy, and cared for. And I appreciate every darn minute I can squeeze from my day when it is spent with him. I mean, look at that smile!Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-46165861632192160392014-03-19T16:16:00.001-04:002014-03-19T16:23:22.357-04:00Seasons...Shy's changing and I find myself trying to keep up with his likes and dislikes. His sleeping habits. And whether "those" milestones have been met. The magic other parents say happens at "exactly three months" has yet to grace my living room, but alas, I do still have patience…<br />
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My sweet cuddler seriously dislikes tummy time and bath time but loves a little bicycle leg, the corner of our living room, and S's Michigan flag. Yes, you read that right. The Michigan brainwashing has already begun. And S wasn't even trying. Meanwhile, I keep <strike>forcing</strike> encouraging Shy to play with the multitude of toys accumulating in our house, and he continues to stare at the corner. It's therapeutic and that makes even me love his corner. We have no idea what is there, but we aren't stupid. That corner gets plenty of staring. We aren't afraid of the corner. The corner has no idea how much we bow to its magical healing powers. </div>
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As for me, I'm going bonkers with the stubborn seasons this year. If only spring would follow the lead of winter and stay extra long. A girl can hope, right? I keep dreaming of all the wonderful things we'll do - museums, walks, runs, shopping. Just as soon as the snow disappears and the temperature tops 70. And ooooh. Maybe even sign up for a stroller-friendly race or two. Gosh. Writing it down makes me giddy with excitement. And yearn for the sun to join us and bully winter to the other side of the world. </div>
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Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-8310498470160399702014-03-16T22:51:00.001-04:002014-03-16T22:51:24.588-04:00Is it wrong...to be excited about new diapers? <br />
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Alas, this is who I am. Self-deprecating, pathetic me. And new owner of this adorable wool cover and bamboo fitted. Handmade by Creakingwood on Etsy.<br />
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And it is feel good. You know. Small businesses and all.<br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-59912774903613663982014-03-06T18:35:00.002-05:002014-03-10T09:43:39.096-04:00Wooly Bottoms...I promised a pic so here it is! In a newborn Disana's wool pull on cover with a size small Green Mountain Diaper workhorse underneath. And an Ewok hat!<br />
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Oh and update: In case anyone is wondering, that is. We are pain free! Yes, I now love nursing as much as every breastfeeding woman. Finally. I mean, I always loved feeding Shy, but when you are in unimaginable, never-ending pain, it's tough to <i>really</i> enjoy it. And now I do. I SO do. It was totally worth the 10 weeks of … ugh… I don't even want to try to describe it. It was just totally worth it. Plus, if there are two things I should pass on, Shy got them both. My ability to sleep (thanks Dad!) and my immunity (thanks breastmilk antibodies!).Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-41590205658508961172014-02-27T14:58:00.002-05:002014-03-09T20:51:53.494-04:00Okay, I am sold...On cloth diapers that is. It didn't take much convincing as to the benefits. And yes, in my opinion, the benefits do outweigh the environmental impact. Despite what your colleague may or may not say with words. In my short few months of using cloth diapers, I have already had way too many people ask if I have considered that it wastes more water, electricity, etc. That it isn't THAT much better than disposables. And that I won't be able to keep up with it once I go back to work. And all I have to say in response is each person has to decide what is best for him or herself. Whether that's plastic grocery bags (which I stopped using), plastic trash bags (which will be the day if I ever stop using), or disposable diapers. For me, sending all that pee-drenched plastic to the landfills is much worse than the water I use to do extra rinses on my cloth diapers. I don't judge those who use disposables, and I totally understand why one does. Gosh. Stinky poo in your washing machine? Dunking diapers in a toilet? No thanks. Going green in the world of babies is an overwhelming decision. At first. And then you do it and wonder why in the world you were so overwhelmed. It's not that bad and kind of addictive. And there is a method that works for everyone. Like there will be no such thing as dunking in any toilet in this home. Drops of toilet airborne? Bleh. But I have turned that corner and now find myself Googling "natural fiber cloth diapers" instead of buying a new book (which I miss doing). It's like mama-crack. Anyway, I digress.<br />
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My entire reason for bringing out the computer is two fold: 1) I finally got Shy to sleep. And not in my arms. and 2) To share these adorable pictures of fluffy bottoms. <br />
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Like most first time cloth diapering parents, I stuck to the whole "stay dry" materials like the stay dry-lined microfiber inside the bumGenius Freetimes (top). I even had a close friend tell me all about the synthetic vs natural fabrics, but I don't think I quite got it back then. Recall the "overwhelmed" part above. And stupid me thought all fleece was made from cotton but most is made from polyester like the inside of my Nicki's diaper, which I love anyway and makes me feel like I am wrapping Shy's bottom in a wonderful blanket. Natural or not. Plus, there are lots of good reasons to have these in your stash. So no regrets there!<br />
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Now that I am way more relaxed and using diapers is just like…well using diapers, I love being able to explore other options. So I just got my first two fitteds from Green Mountain Diapers and my wool cover from Nicki's. And I cannot wait to try it out on Shy's cute little bum. YAY! Don't worry. I'll post another picture. Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-39471628368020340252014-02-12T17:06:00.000-05:002014-02-13T14:19:04.187-05:00Grunts and Cuddles...Shy's such a character. I love getting to know him. From the red-face only gas can cause to the milk-coma induced cuddling I get at least eight times a day. And he's started to laugh. Like a real, albeit silent, social laugh. His big Indian eyes continually search for light, even when the lights are off. And the only reason he ever cries is hunger. Forget dirty diapers-this boy cares not one bit if he is sitting in his own poo. <br />
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In other baby news, we survived our first night without dad! Srin's in California on a work trip, and Shy decided to pay him back by sleeping the longest stretch he has ever slept. 6 hours! But I don't expect that to repeat because if I learned one thing, it's not to get used to any milestones too fast. They are ever changing! So I took my 6 hours of sleep with a grain of salt and woke up in an awesome, rested mood. I thought Shy would be more awake today as a result, but I guess sleep begets sleep! Or maybe he will repeat the hour before he fell slept last night and be more awake than ever while I resist falling asleep before him. We shall see…<br />
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Shyam turns 8 weeks old tomorrow, and I cannot help but think that I would never be ready to go back to work in a few weeks. Thank goodness I am staying home for 6 months. In these moments, I always think of my good friend Reyes who once told me, well before Shy came along, that every woman has to make the best decision for herself and she shouldn't feel bad whatever that plan is. Here here, Reyes!<br />
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As the trite sayings often describe the arrival of a new baby, this is the most rewarding thing I have ever done. But, it is also one of the most trying and difficult things. And I send rockets into space. And keep them safe. All from Earth. An entire 256 vertical miles and thick atmosphere away. Yet, this is the biggest challenge I have had, testing my resolve and perseverance. My will to succeed. <br />
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To be honest, all of the things that I think others find tough have not been that bad. Lack of sleep. Fussiness. Living in a cycle that repeats every two hours. Yes, at 2 in the morning and on no sleep, sometimes those things have gotten to me. Admittedly. <br />
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However, what's been my true test is breastfeeding. I assumed that nursing would be a natural instinct for both mom and baby. That there was no learned technique. Pain didn't even cross my measly mind. Being horribly unprepared for it made it worse. Unlike childbirth, which I was quite mentally prepared for. That was easy. Yes, I just said that. Easy. There was a defined end. I knew the baby had to come out of me, one way or the other. But the nursing pain-that had seemingly no end. Until recently. <br />
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We've reached out for help and received some great tips for successful breastfeeding. My sister, D, was my inspiration, having nursed both of her kids for an entire year. And now she's my rock. Constantly replying to my million texts. Listening to my boundless complaints. While I am not there yet, I can now see light. We've made leaps and bounds of progress, and with breastfeeding as one of the parenting decisions I refuse to compromise, I'm thankful for the many people who have helped along the way. With personal stories of struggles. And the many meals I didn't have to cook myself (thanks P and my mother-in-law). Not to mention the natural parenting skills no one knew Srin had! Soothing. Loving. And always willing to help. <br />
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Shyam turns one month old tomorrow, and I love him. I love watching him feed. I love when he gives me the stink eye that tells me I waited too long to feed him. It shows personality. I love that he's more active, observing the world around him. Firing those many synapses. Committing the world around him to memory. I love seeing him progress from the fetal position to stretched out. I love his pout. And I love that he is consolable. Rarely have we witnessed a cry that couldn't be soothed. And I still have trouble believing I put him in this world. Me. He came from me. That is a concept I wonder if I will ever truly comprehend.<br />
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Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-16872232461609086322013-12-10T17:26:00.001-05:002013-12-10T17:28:46.055-05:00Let it snow!I've never been a cold kind of person. In fact, suffice it to say I turn into a whiny baby when the temperature dips below 70. But, this year, I am so excited. Winter means I am mere moments away from the best thing that has ever happened to me. And to think, this year started out with me planning to be an astronaut. Sometimes I wonder how life's undulating road decides where to turn and when to remain straight. However life goes, I am so thankful that mine has led me on the path of motherhood. <br />
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It is absolutely ludicrous to my shrinking brain that I am already 36 weeks along. Baby is thus far healthy and growing right on target. In true M-stream-of-conciousness, I recall saying many times in the doctor's office, "Gosh. I have never been so happy to hear my baby is average." Average is good. Average is the majority of babies. And the majority are healthy and happy.<br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-89180832629324628642013-10-27T16:11:00.001-04:002013-10-27T18:18:28.461-04:00Light...Tunnel...Action!Well, I am 30 weeks pregnant now! I'm not sure why, but the number 30 must hold some subconscious meaning for me. I always said that when my baby brother turned 30, then I would feel like we were all adults. All old, really. When I turned 30, it wasn't a big deal, but I definitely felt something that made me even write a <a href="http://beyondthecurls.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-30.html">post</a> about it. And now, I have been waiting for this day when I could say I was 30 weeks pregnant. It feels more real. The baby moves so much, and I am getting used to feeling it whenever I want. That moment of comfort, knowing he or she is safe and warm and content. It is so much better than the early weeks when anxiety, doubt, and fear dominate the pregnancy. Now I battle the desire for the baby to stay inside me as long as needed but to come out so I can finally meet him or her! It's okay-we struck a deal. The baby is not allowed out for another 6.5 weeks when he or she is full term! I felt a kick and took that as a handshake.<br />
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Srin took a few quick iSnaps of my 30 week belly among the leaves and trees. The red. Orange. And yellow. It feels like Fall here in the nation's capital. It's crisp and clear, with sunny skies but chilly temperatures. Pumpkins line the neighborhood with the occasional scarecrow, spider web, and ghost in the tree. Friends' are posting pictures of their kids in costumes, and the eerie excitement of Halloween is most definitely in the air. </div>
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I feel mostly ready for this baby to greet the world. With our baby shower last weekend, everything I absolutely need is in order with only a few to-do items left. I guess they call this nesting. Whatever it is, I like it. It's so cute to see the itty bitty newborn diapers. And tiny socks. Don't get me started on the cloth diapers. I just got my first batch yesterday from Nicki's Diapers and Cottonbabies. I'll be trying out Nicki's one size pockets and BumGenius's Freetime all in ones first. It's funny how overwhelmed I was even thinking of cloth diapering and now look at me. Talkin' all pockets and such. That's growth I tell you.</div>
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I can't wait to meet this baby. Sleepless nights and tough mornings welcome. I know that sounds crazy, and all of you parents have that slight knowing smile as you read this. But, for me, I have waited for more than a decade to have a family. Quite a surprise given that at 16, I had mapped out my life. Married at 22 after college. First kid at 24, next at 26, then at 28, and done by 30. 4 kids. 2 boys and 2 girls. Order irrelevant. <br />
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I'm 33 now. You can do the math. Sometimes life takes over and plans are a-washed. And thank goodness too. Those years of my life were incredible. Ones I would not have likely been able to do in the way I did if a family was part of my life. And now I get the best of both worlds. I am simply overjoyed at this experience.<br />
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I must be that pregnant woman other pregnant women hate. No morning sickness. Little aches and pains. <i>Trouble</i> gaining weight (baby is right on target though!). Still exercising. Hardly any mood swings. And absolutely in love with being pregnant. It's been one of the most incredible journeys. One I imagined time and again for years, patiently waiting for the moment to surprise me. Okay. Not patiently. Per se. <br />
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And to top off the experience, Srin's been great. Somehow he's balanced being protective with dealing with my adamant need for independence. And I love when I wake up to a crazy Indian boy nuzzling my belly. He loves this baby so much, and he is exhibiting the perfect balance of involved dad and letting me handle the small things (like diaper choices). <br />
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Sometimes I wonder what I did right in life to deserve this happiness. For now, I'm basking in the bubble in which I live these days. A serene bubble. Comforted by low stress. And a content home.<br />
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WAH-POW! <br />
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Just felt my little one again. I'm 19 weeks and 5 days, and I promised myself I would track the big moments. And this feels gargantuan. <br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-50393460372727897922013-08-04T11:28:00.000-04:002013-08-04T12:35:28.171-04:00Moments...I've always wished for this time in my life. Prayed even. Pondered, wondered, and often gotten so lost in my imagination that the line between it and reality was criss-crossed. Dotted. Maybe even peeling away. And, finally, without struggle and with good fortune, I am carrying my first child.<br />
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I cannot believe how time has passed by me. We found out on Mother's Day, unplanned and as a result of my adamant desire to answer the burning question I had formulated in my head: Am I pregnant? It was something I least expected, seeing as how I was in training for a marathon. I had noticed changes, which I had attributed to being way out of shape. Like a racing heart of 90 bpm, a far cry from my normal 45-50 bpm. It was a question I only let myself ask after days of wondering if I was facing my first health issue. You know, going to the bathroom more often and falling asleep at 7PM. These are abnormal for an energetic girl like me with the uncanny ability to make it across Texas without a restroom break. But, alas, the day I dreamed about was the best surprise I have ever received. Eighteen weeks into the undulating experience, I don't know if I would have wanted the moment to present itself any other way. <br />
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I put aside all scenarios I had conjured earlier of surprising Srin with the potential news and demanded a trip to Target after his parents left. I think his immediate reaction was "Do you <i>really</i> think you could be pregnant?" And after we found out, "You said this would take 6 months or a year even." And I swear it was followed by "drama queen", which I wouldn't even deny in that moment. But in reality, he followed it up with a big ol' kiss and a huge smile. <br />
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That's the advantage of waiting until you're in your thirties to have a family. There's hardly any trepidation, save for the lack of sleep everyone complains about. And there's a palpable excitement. A time in our lives we are very much ready for. Maybe not on paper. But most definitely ready for.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-30316850303017101512013-06-06T18:45:00.001-04:002013-06-06T18:50:03.120-04:00Best Email Chains...You know something is funny when you laugh out loud or, in my case, spew mango pieces all over your new Mac. Either way, both are great signs that something is funny. But, you know something is <i>hilarious</i> if the moment unexpectedly creeps into your mind hours later, and you start laughing uncontrollably. Sort of like how babies or toddlers do. Like my niece, K, here: <br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-69332583129134664312013-04-18T12:55:00.000-04:002013-04-18T13:12:13.166-04:00I guess courage comes with perspective...I've finally mustered up the courage to write this post. One of disappointment. And deflation. That of failing. And dreams not coming true. <br />
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But then I learned a life lesson on Monday. And now the post is about perspective. You know - hearing of an eight year old boy losing his life because he was merely watching a race can really remind you that your own woes are probably pitiful in comparison. <br />
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I heard back from NASA, and unfortunately my <a href="http://beyondthecurls.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-answer.html">bid</a> to soar into space has abruptly come to an end. No more willing the <a href="http://beyondthecurls.blogspot.com/2012/12/clouds.html">phone</a> to ring. Or shamelessly googling home buying in Houston. It was devastating then. But now...well, it's a bump in the road.<br />
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You see, I have my limbs. The freedom to run. I won't panic at the sound of a souped up muffler. Or shudder at the vibrations when a train goes by. I don't have to explain senseless tragedies to young kids. Nor do I know what it is like to lose a child. So not getting picked to be an <a href="http://beyondthecurls.blogspot.com/2012/01/today.html">astronaut</a>? If this is how I am punished, I will gladly take it. <br />
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And delve into the part of my personality that can always find a silver lining. As you probably know, I am in my own marathon training mode. I'm up to 12 miles this weekend, and come the summer solstice, I will be cruising the Alaskan scenery on foot. Each day I run post Marathon Monday, I've got Boston on my mind. And in my heart. <br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-80162280723382678122013-02-25T16:04:00.005-05:002013-02-25T23:26:07.668-05:00Vicarious LessonsIt seems these days I post more to Facebook than my blog, violating an unsaid promise I made myself when my brother-in-law signed me up for the seemingly social Mecca of the Internets. Amid the immediate stress I felt to be more true to myself, I read a <a href="http://whiteapples.typepad.com/blog/2013/02/candlemas.html">post</a> from my close friend Catherine and decided vicarious lessons are the best. So instead of worrying about unwritten (and likely not that interesting) moments, I'm looking ahead. And most definitely not shamelessly running for the ringing phone hoping it's NASA. Meanwhile, I figure the new blogging attitude encompasses posting unsuccessful attempts at baking a fairly easy raspberry chocolate cake. It's certainly not as sightly as <a href="http://www.giadadelaurentiis.com/recipes/1020/chocolate-raspberry-layer-cake">Giada's</a> version, but it tasted pretty yummy with my substitution of a mildly sweetened mixed berry glaze for frosting. <br />
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Ahhh, continued examples of maturity.<br />
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Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-45967066551694598292013-02-06T14:12:00.002-05:002013-02-06T14:14:58.700-05:00The answer...to the question I get fairly frequently, though the answer always seems so obvious to me. Here's what I told the Committee last week on why I want to be an astronaut.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">It's about dreams.
About the unknown. And a yearning
to know the unknown. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">It's about taking time for the things that
matter. To pay homage to the sacrifices
made by my parents. To exalt their diligence
and dedication for a better life. It's
knowing the reasons for which I will sit before you today. For the mentors, supporters, and teachers. It's realizing most individual efforts are
actually team efforts. That we rarely
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">It's truly about the science. The feat of engineering. To stand on the edge of what is possible. To explore an asteroid. Visit the moon. Traverse Mars. See the Earth. Feel the warmth of the Sun. To find the limits. And defy them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">It's about inspiring.
Invigorating the next generation.
Instilling in them what I was so fortunate to have instilled in me. To have a sister who encouraged
experimenting. Studying. Understanding the why. It's about taking a moment of your day to
share the wonders and the joys. To
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">It's about courage.
Faith and trust. Knowing that the
thousands who work for the program aim to keep you safe. To help you accomplish the mission. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">It's these things.
And more. It's mostly
intangible. Yet, in ways, palpable. It's the only dream I've ever dreamt. And the only thing I ever imagined
doing. </span></div>
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The entire process has been an incredible journey, and I truly am at peace with whichever direction life takes me. Four years has shown me that maturity matters. I have never been so at ease with life. To feel sincere happiness without even a shred of jealousy for my friends who are in this whirlwind of a moment with me. Gosh, this must be what growing up feels like!</div>
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I return to you after three days of socials, tests, and an interview to become an astronaut. I can't disclose much of the process, but I can tell you that it was a fun few days. The next step is the second and final round of interviews within the next couple of months. But, the best part of my experience was being around the 9 other interviewees who shared the moments with me. Our backgrounds were so diverse, and that meant dinner conversations were vibrant. And educational! Thank you, NASA. It's been real!</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">One of us could be an astronaut! And this would be our future ride up! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">And totally get to hang with this guy! Go Robonaut!</span></div>
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<!--EndFragment-->Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-32632731946103249882013-01-28T00:08:00.000-05:002013-01-28T08:45:59.455-05:00The Things That Matter...It's about taking time out for the things that matter. About not stressing over days off. Or unfinished Things-To-Do-Lists. It's about remembering what they did for you, when you had no idea. About not buying themselves anything while you bought XXL T-shirts that cost three times the price because of a simple logo. But making it seem otherwise. It's taking advantage of the moments. The soon-to-become memories. And the smiles and laughter. It's turning the tables from them taking care of you to you taking care of them. This is, my friends, what they must call growing up.<br />
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I am fortunate. It's well known. Things work out for me, and trust me, I get it. But, I also know that I make things work in my favor. I am not afraid to do what matters most to me, with minimal regard to those who may rain on my parade. And for that personality trait, I am ever thankful.<br />
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So taking my parents back to India for their first trip in some twenty years was of no question. Being able to see India through their eyes was a moment that I was not willing to let pass me by. And it didn't disappoint. They are the most easy going people whose wonderful traits are littered among the five of us kids. Don't get me wrong. We argued many times but we instinctively trust each other. And their ability to roll things off their back makes me so thankful to be their daughter.<br />
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We started in Delhi and then hired a driver to go to Jaipur, Rajasthan. On to Agra for the Taj Mahal. And Mathura (where Lord Krishna was born) on the way back to Delhi. After about a week or so, we finally made our way to their home. The area where they grew up. What shaped and framed them. We met up with P and Sujay in Surat and toured the streets that brought us our parents. We heard stories of walking kilometer after kilometer just to get cilantro. Of tirelessly hauling through Saturday and taking Sundays for themselves. Of hitting the street vendors in Chopati and sitting along the banks of the river (Tapi Nadi), enjoying the life. Even if it was a hard life. Of saving rupees when they came along and continually scheming for a better future. Of making the arduous decision to leave your daughters with your parents just to finish the work that fed the many mouths in one home. Of leaving the girls behind to venture across the seas in search of <i>that</i> opportunity. That pot of gold. The land of opportunity people so often referenced. To live another life nearly as difficult but with a promise unavailable in their homeland. Of fighting the fight. And eventually winning. Five educated children. Four grandchildren. And, for once, spending a few dollars ... or rupees... on yourself.<br />
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We often wonder if we tell them enough how thankful we are for what they do. What they did. And deep down we know we don't say it often enough. Or maybe we do, in actions louder than words. But, for the family I have, I am ever so thankful for parents who made us all friends. <br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-74661433134384874542012-12-04T14:07:00.002-05:002012-12-06T11:20:03.664-05:00Clouds...They are fluffy and comfy-looking. Your imagination can run wild, conjuring shapes the clouds make as they swish about in the expansive blue backdrop. We imagine loved ones find peace there. Some of us even get to jump through them with our daredevil acts of skydiving!<br />
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I made a promise earlier this year that I would write the next post when (if) I got the call. Yes, THE call. The call that would send my head into the clouds, swarming with thoughts that dreams may actually come true.<br />
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I nearly broke down a week ago, having given up on that small, oh-so-very minute chance that I may have the opportunity to prove I had what it takes. That I could get that moment in life to see a... Dream. Come. True. <br />
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And that leads me back to my blog. Alas, I pushed through that nagging feeling of disappointment and utter failure, undoubtedly because I was distracted by the happiness I have found with my husband, sister, and brother-in-law. That brings me to today, when all thoughts were well away from the clouds and instead embedded in my new obsession called Alias (yeah, you know. The TV show with Jennifer Garner.). <br />
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Yes, that's right. My references received this email yesterday, which means this year the astronaut candidate office thinks I am HIGHLY QUALIFIED! My heart was beating so merrily while the anxiety of "what ifs" threatened to exude from my ears. They received the second most number of applications in history, with around 7800. The most received was approximately 8000 in 1978 right before the <a href="http://beyondthecurls.blogspot.com/2012/04/happy-anniversary-space-shuttle.html" target="_blank">Shuttle</a> program debuted and the first year women were allowed to apply. <br />
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This year, they narrowed down the list to some 4800 "qualified" applicants, and now they check the top 10% of those. And I am one of them, apparently!<br />
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In 2008, I kept it a dire secret-my applying that is. And this year, I <a href="http://beyondthecurls.blogspot.com/2012/01/today.html" target="_blank">vowed</a> to not be so dramatic. Maybe I am being rewarded?<br />
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For now, I won't concentrate on what it means in the grand scheme of things or how I can uproot what Srin and I finally established in D.C. Because, really, they are just asking around about me. I still have ~479 others who I am sure have C.V.s that would make me drool...<br />
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But each step of this emotional process will be an internal brag point, and I guess I am finally mature enough to take it for all it is worth.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702758631707401695.post-3452016849206318422012-07-22T21:16:00.001-04:002012-07-22T22:36:15.418-04:00My guest blogger...Keira Laxmi Clarke!<br />
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I had the best time in Ohio with my masis and my mom. They doted on me and kissed me lots and lots. I didn't even get sick of it. In fact, if you don't pay attention to me, I like to yell. Loudly. But don't worry because I know you wouldn't stop playing with me! Especially my mommy. I love her!<br />
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I pretty much just eat, sleep, poop, and play. But my masis thought it was still loads of fun to hang out with me. They even put me in my CooKoomama's favorite shirt because it has his name in it: HaRAJUku! <br />
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And my snake is my favorite toy along with the coolest Elmo you have ever seen!<br />
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I am so frustrated with my fellow Americans today. Could we BE more close-minded, easily offended, and a bit insecure? Of course, I really love it when an editor at <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/blogpost/post/eus-science-for-girls-campaigns-spark-a-backlash/2012/06/22/gJQAOi1HvV_blog.html" target="_blank">Nature </a>huffs and puffs on TWITTER! C'mon. Maintain some dignity.
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Here's the background-the European Union released a video called <i>Science: It's A Girl Thing</i>, one of their ways to encourage more females to pursue STEM courses and eventually STEM degrees and thus STEM careers. It's an issue here in the US of A, one I am spending my livelihood fighting. A problem existent when I was 18 and one I thought surely would be gone by the time I hit 30. </div>
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Now I don't know much about Europe (save for those Parisian crepes.... mouth. is. watering.) or their economy, but I do know they have always been way ahead of us in fashion and arts. I found the video spunky, funky, and just plain cool. It shows femininity meeting chemistry. It is attention-grabbing, a far outcry from the many PSAs I have endured over my young 32 years. It's lively, colorful, and yes, <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/06/22/science-its-a-girl-thing-eu_n_1618681.html" target="_blank">Huffington Post</a>, totally and completely in style. It is set within an 80s theme because...newsflash...the 80s are back. Been back. In full force, much to my horror initially and my reluctant acceptance recently. The video is so with the times that I am sure if we asked girls to see it without any adult input, the vast majority of them would 1) actually watch it and 2) like it. </div>
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I have no doubt the Twittersphere and Blogosphere and, sadly, traditional media too are freaking out simply because adults are writing the reviews. I have no doubt my niece would say "That's a cool video Mamtamasi. Now can you tell me more about Mars and when I can see it in the sky?". A simple reaction and a new subject. That's how kids are, y'all. We are the ones who blow things out of proportion. That said, I will admit I can see where some may find controversy. Yes, there are many women who don't like pink and plenty who find it offensive to show pretty girls strutting in dresses and heels, laughing whimsically. But, you have to admit that these are things that remind many of what it is to be a woman, to be feminine. And to me, they are equaling it with also being a scientist. And for goodness sake, being really, really smart. But, I shall let you decide.</div>
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I had never done more than "day hikes" prior to our TWO WEEK trek last year to the base of the world's tallest mountain. Never camped for more than one night in the wilderness. Never been higher than the Rockies. Okay-let me do a take back. I did climb Mt Fuji but to be fair, I planned it well after I signed us up for Everest Base Camp and just got lucky that NASA sent me to Japan for work mere weeks before my nuptials. <br />
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I had snorkeled (sort of, if you count being forced into the ocean with a mask on, holding on to a guide's leg for dear life) once prior to fronting $300 for scuba diving lessons (which I didn't complete, for once again, dear life), of course to prepare for the diving I signed us up to do along the Great Barrier Reef off of Australia. I couldn't (and barely can now) swim then. I was (am) horribly terrified of the water when it all up and covers my head. <br />
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Some may call it overzealous or just plain nutty. But I see it as seizing the moment. Not waiting for someone else to show me the world (as I did for years in my life...painfully regretful years). And dare I say, living life like you were dying. I consider it one of the few traits that makes me fun, the fleeting spontaneity floating around a type-A-child-grown-into-a responsible-but-way-more-chilled-than-most-type-A-women. Yes, I like things clean and just the perfect amount short of perfect. But, when it comes to living life, I find myself capitalizing on moments I am sure will yield the best memories.<br />
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And that's exactly how we landed ourselves on yet another grueling hike, this time in the Andes Mountains of South America. When Srin and I were living our nomadic, homeless lives, he saw an ad for tickets to Peru for a measly $600. At times, I think he regretted mentioning it to me because I was straight determined to go from that minute forward. We were about to drop a load of Benajamins on a house in D.C., yet the money was irrelevant to me. That's the beautiful consequence of having parents who worked their tails off in life to ensure that their children could travel the world and pay the bills and buy the organic food without the strain they felt merely feeding five kids (not to mention the grandparents and other extended family that lived with us over the years) on a salary that would make anyone shudder. Plus, I know a good deal when I see one, and my friends, that was a deal! Of course, we wondered if we should be taking more days off of work, having just returned from a three month excursion. "It's next year and by then, we'll have more vacation!" were the words uttered and eventually believed. And if there is one thing my hubbie has figured out about me, it's probably that when I have my eyes set on something I deem "cool, worldly, and memorable", it will happen. So being the good man he is, he jumped all over it! Dove in with me and 5 months after we booked our tickets, we were on our way to find the lost Incan city of Machu Picchu.<br />
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We were untrained, unfit, and largely unprepared for it. But, I have to tell you-it was an incredible trip nonetheless. I did things I thought were seriously impossible. Things my brain conjured as 'likely not going to happen'. A look up at steep inclines and a hot, Peruvian sun. With an extra 18 pounds on my back. But they did happen. And moments afterwards, those good feeling endorphins annoying, healthy people talk about? Well, they started flowing. We felt good and strong and ... changed. <br />
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We arrived in Lima just for the night until we transited to Cusco, the old center of the Incan empire. Cucso sits at 10,000+ feet so adjusting to the altitude had us incredibly tired. I had a slight headache in the frontal lobe and never have I felt so lethargic. We both walked all over Cusco, determined to "see the city" and avoid acknowledging our weaknesses. But, as it turned out, the altitude effects were normal and all part of adjusting. I was thrilled to not be short of breath or have a racing heart. Maybe, just maybe, my boot camp class put me in better shape than I thought! We visited local artisan markets, practiced my Español, and ate some delicious organic vegetarian food at Greens Organics. And to think, we were so worried about visiting a country known for it's carniverous inclinations. The food was devastatingly fresh, tasty, and downright beautiful.<br />
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After spending the night in our Cusco hotel called <em>Los Niños</em> (<em>The Children</em>, for its sponsorship of a local orphanage), we were up early ready for our brisk walk in the mountains. Our tour company, Sun Gate, picked us up, along with what would become a <em>fantastico</em> group of friends with whom to share this experience. There were five additional guys, James from San Deigo, Nehal and Tim from England, and Dany and Derek from Canada. We were all in our 20s and 30s, and I must admit-all pretty darn cool. After a few days in somewhat harsh conditions, true personalities have no choice but to reveal themselves. Yet, not one of us seemed annoying! There was bickering, joking, and more than anything, lots of laughing all around. We were sharing an adventure in a foreign land, and the notion was bond-worthy indeed. After a somewhat easy up and down trail, we found ourselves famished and at the mercy of our traveling kitchen, which was comprised of 7 diligent porters, a sous chef, and a head chef. These nine men did more in a kitchen tent than many of my own friends do in a $40K kitchen. We ate local eats, with vegetarian adaptations just for us. There were crisp, fresh green beans, carrots, quinoa, eggs, eggplant, and always, to start, a delicious soup. For snacks, we had crackers and jam, popcorn, and always hot tea. There was a wonderfully tasty dish of thinly sliced green apples and celery with sweet, delicate peaches surrounding the plate. Or the Peruvian desserts on nights 1 and 2 of the Peruvian liquor Pisco-drenched banana and apple. Personally, I hate the taste of alcohol and I devoured these desserts. All of this in a modular kitchen, carried in bits and pieces up a mountain by men ranging from 29-57 years of age. They had to speed past us on the trail, set up the goods, feed themselves, feed us (welcoming us after hours of hiking with some delicious cold drink like purple corn-based punch or fresh lemonade), pack up again, overtake us to beat us to our night campsite, pitch our tents, and do the whole cooking thing all over again. I mean-this was serious stuff. And the staff did it with sincerity, generosity, and definite laughter. And for heaven's sake, they "baked" a cake on night 3. <em>Without an oven</em>. You figure it out. And for the record, it was delicious, albeit more dense than a regular cake.<br />
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The second day of our trek was by far one of the most challenging moments in my life. Both mentally and physically. And I have run over 13 half marathons, 3 full marathons, and now I can say climbed mountains. But this altitude gain was unlike any other. It was seriously straight up. Just like Paula Abdul said. Straight up. There was no gradual climb, but rather 7 hours of climbing before lunch and then 3 additional ours after lunch. When we summitted over Dead Woman's Pass (with a name like that, was I to think I would survive?), we were <span style="padding-bottom: 14px; padding-right: 15px;">exhilarated<strong>.</strong></span>Pride swelled in our smiles. And those endorphins countered the menacing thoughts that clouded our brains just moments before the peak enveloped our hiking boots. <br />
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It was almost as if the pinnacle of the trip was day 2, leaving us in a relieved state for days 3 and 4. They proved to be easy hikes, comparably speaking, of course. In fact, on day 3, we hiked for a mere three hours and traipsed around old Inca sites in the afternoon. Probably the most memorable part was when our truly cool guide Celso announced our wake up time for the last day-the reason for it all-the day we found Machu Picchu. Mind you, we all figured that since we were only 2.5 hours away from the revered site, a late start was imminent. And that's when he told us we would wake up at 3:30AM. This was to accommodate the porters who had to catch the morning train back to Cusco, and what good hearted person was going to complain about that when they ensured our nutrition and beauty sleep? Panic swept over the group and my own husband let out a truly American reaction (which was lost on our Peruvian guide), <em>What the he!!?. </em>Rest assured, we awoke on Day 4, armed and ready to find the treasure for which we all came. <br />
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And that's when we arrived at the impressively preserved city of Machu Picchu. We were tired, fighting to listen and capture each word Celso told us about its history. And the treasure was that much richer, for we had persevered beyond our own doubts, dealt with the less than pleasing stench campsites acquired, and forged friendships I am sure will reunite in another world at another time. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">One of Hiram Bingham's pictures from 1911 of Machu Picchu, covered in overgrown vegetation.</span></div>
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Peru did not disappoint, even with our return to Lima, where we found relaxation in the city's bioferia organica (organic street market) in Miraflores, adorable nightlife in Barranco, and culture in the city center. The country is emblazoned with sincerity, Spanish influence, and remarkable eats. It is a land of nature. Of hard work. And of a storied history.<br />
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You can see a photo album of our Peru pictures at my site <a href="http://www.simplicitybymamta.com/index2.php?v=v1#/gallery1/14/" target="_blank">here</a>.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274473946156436573noreply@blogger.com0