Mya can’t go without her scritches. She’s so adorable. I can’t believe she’s 5 already!
We’re off the the vet this coming weekend to get her beak trimmed down a bit.
Who wants to hear my parrot talk – a bit. She was so much more blabbery before I turned the camera on. Go figure.
I was at the Whole Foods in my area yesterday, and couldn’t resist shelling out a few extra dollars for this great 100% cappings beeswax candle. It’s made by this company.
A few weeks back, I’d picked up a few tea light candles made by this company and loved them!
I’m a huge fan of the negative ions they emit while burning, plus the fact that my parrots are safe around them. I’ll never burn a paraffin candle again…
I recently discovered VYou.com. VYou is a site where you can ask someone a question, and receive a video answer.
If you’d like to ask me a question, feel free to visit my channel at: http://vyou.com/user_182380 or click here.
I’ve worked with animals for many years. Do you have a pet-related question you want to ask? Thinking of getting a dog, parrot, or small “pocket” pet? Not sure what your pet is trying to tell you? Feel free to pick my brain on VYou.com!
I’d welcome non-pet related questions as well – bring ’em on 😀 lol.
Hope to talk to you soon 🙂
I take so many videos of everything, you have no idea how much of my iPhone’s hard drive is currently being taken up by just media.
The other day I finally got around to compiling a bunch of dog videos on iMovie. I threw them all together and here’s what came out. Gotta love the frames of Brucie peeing on the grass 😄
Yes, it’s true. The last auto show in my city was last February. I’ve had these pictures hanging around my phone’s hard drive for the past months, so I decided it was time to process them and finally post.
So here is it….
I’m kinda getting sick of my current blog layout. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love it still – Contempt is the layout I’m currently using. I distinctly remember spending hours on one of my previous winter holidays getting my blog to look the way I wanted it to – basically getting it up and running.
That being said, I think it still might be time to “shop around” and see what other options are out there….
Don’t be surprised if the blog looks different in a day or two 🙂
Today I decided to go down to Woofstock. I felt really bad about it, but I decided to only take Bruce along with me. My reasoning was that it was a really hot day today, I don’t have air conditioning, and I didn’t want Zoe to overheat.
It’s really good that I left Zoe at home, because I was on the highway and ended up getting a flat tire. If she was with me, she would’ve really been overheating in the car while we waited for the tow truck.
Here’s a video of poor Brucie in the backseat with all the windows open putting up with all the wind. There was also a very small chihuahua downtown that we met. I’ve never seen another adult Chihuahua the same size as Bruce. She looked like she was a little bit shorter than Bruce, but Bruce wasn’t quite as long and he was skinnier as well.
Here lies Marsha. Marsha with the half chewed off face. I used to think that Dwarf Hamsters were cute. I’ve since learnt better.
Dwarf Hamsters are nasty little cannibals. I just fed Marsha last night. I knew she was old and sick, but didn’t expect her to die so soon.
I just hope her sister, Number 4, chose to wait until she was dead before she crunched on her right eyeball. I’d say it would have been the only decent thing to do.
10. The cucumber has left the salad.
9. Quasimodo needs to go back in the tower and tend to his bells.
8. You need to bring your tray table to the upright and locked position.
7. Paging Mr. Johnson… Paging Mr. Johnson..
6. Elvis is leaving the building.
5. The Buick is not all the way in the garage.
4. Our next guest is someone who needs no introduction.
3. You’ve got a security breach at Los Pantalones.
2. Men may be From Mars…..but I can see something that rhymes with Venus.
And the #1 way to tell someone his zipper is unzipped…..
I always knew you were crazy, but now I can see your nuts.
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy.
Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset.
I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she\had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me; she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life.
My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office… jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind… I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. “,
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: “I’ll carry you out every morning until deaths do us apart”
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I had been so busy with Jane to even notice.
She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from whatever negative reaction from our son in case we pushed through the divorce At least in the eyes of our son I was a loving Husband.
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage. Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken. We teach some by what we say ,we teach some more by what we do but we teach most by what we are.
This past Monday night, my best friend and I went to see Yamoto Drummers of Japan at the Rose Theatre in Brampton.
It was hands down one if the best performances I’ve ever been to. They did a great job of getting the audience involved. I love the mixture of traditional and modern, and absolutely loved the shamisen performance. I couldn’t get over how fit all of them were; I could never go for such long stretches of time continually beating those drums to death, and so quickly too.
After the performance, we stopped to take some pictures of the lights.
So, I’ve been thinking over the past little while that maybe I should create a few podcasts, and post them on my blog instead of always typing a blog.
I’ll think about it and get back to you all.
Have a great evening!
Yes, I have a lot of it. Do I want to do it? No.
That’s all I have to say for now.
Somebody please tell me I spelt “negligent” correctly in my title; I’m too lazy to check the dictionary right now.
Having said that, you most likely won’t be surprised to hear me say that I’ve been “neglectful” in other areas lately as well.
And on that note, I bid you adieu.
Snap, hold on. There was something else I wanted to say:
OK, I’m done. 🙂
My little Zoe had her spay surgery today (well, actually yesterday if you want to be technical). I had her microchipped and got her teeth cleaned at the same time.
When I picked her up from the vet’s and saw the huge incision on her tummy, I felt absolutely horrible. I know the benefits of spaying, however, she’s so tiny and to see that type of wound on your dog can really be heart wrenching.
Zoe is 2.5 years old, and has completed three heat cycles. She went eight months during her last interval before coming into heat in April 2009. I figured I’d get her fixed now before she cycles again.
I understand that some shelters don’t have chip readers for all microchip brands. For that reason, I’m throwin’ this information out there in case she’s ever lost and someone decides to Google her info:
ID#: 982 009105939882
Now the challenge is going to be ensuring that she doesn’t lick excessively at her stitches. I have the ecollar, but of course, she doesn’t like it and slipped out of it pretty quickly. It doesn’t help that, like a true Chihuahua, she loves licking. She’s got a thing for licking blankets. Mind you, she’s not quite as bad as my previous chi Ike, who, when guests would come over, would follow them incessantly throughout the house just to lick their feet, ankles and calves when they would stop walking. He’d happily sit beside them for hours if allowed, licking all their exposed skin. If he could sneak in a lick while they were still walking, all the better! It was really embarrassing now that I think about it! 😀 My poor guests LOL.
Anyways, my little monkey is sleeping on her bed I brought in from the car, curled up under a fleece blanket. She ate and drank a bit when I brought her home, and I gave her her pain medication.
I’m going to miss our daily walks/runs in the park the next few weeks, but it will be worth it when she’s healed up nicely and can exercise freely again before the snow comes! I’ve thus far gotten her to a nice, lean, fit state, and I intend on keeping her that way once she’s all better! I’m not a fan of fat chihuahuas.
Wish me success in keeping her away from those stitches!
A couple weeks ago I was informed that WordPress had come out with a beta app for BlackBerry – fantastic!
So of course, I downloaded it onto my phone, open it up, and attempt to add my blog in an attempt to begin using the app.
Go figure – it doesn’t recognize my information. I guess that’s why they call it a beta lol.
I really want to uses this app, like, right now. This is going to be quite the challenge remaining patient while it’s being fixed.
Deep breath 😀
Last Thursday, my best friend and I took a trip down to the Royal Ontario Museum to see the Dead Sea Scrolls. I was really quite amazed at the relatively great condition they’re still in, and how small the writing actual is. I’m glad I got a chance to get down there and have a look at them for myself. If you’re interested in seeing some more of the photos I took while there, here’s the link: http://www.flickr.com/photos/sheri-lyn/sets/72157621595070191
For anyone that doesn’t know me – I’m an animal lover. I’d own an entire farm if left to my own devices. Having said that, I think it’s perfectly logical that I own a “mini” farm right here at my place.
Part of my “mini” farm is comprised of four cute, wee parrotlets. From top left, going clockwise, they are as follows: Pickle – my standard male, Mia – my dilute blue hen (American White), Mya – my dilute yellow (American Yellow) hen, and Taka – my blue male.
All joking aside, it wasn’t Mya’s fault. In fact, it most certainly was mine.
Why can’t I get any of my pictures to look good like the ones in the National Geographic magazine????? I’m sure there’s a million reasons why, starting with my camera, lol…
I was craving a bit of a midnight snack. Look what I ended up with:
Now I get to clean up – yey! lol
They say berries have great antioxidant qualities about them. For that reason alone, I make it a point to indulge my Blackberry addiction as often as possible.
A few weeks back I noticed that my Blackberry 8830 was having difficulty charging. It seemed that the charging port was broken. I tried to put up with it for a while, rationalizing that I could “make due” with a “difficult” piece of hardware, but alas, I cracked and convinced myself that it was just better to purchase a whole new handset instead.
Look what followed me home a few days ago:
My shiny new Curve 8330 wasn’t my first hardware choice – but it’ll do for now. I must say I love the new 4.5 OS – everything is so much nicer when I surf 😉 Trust me, I’ve been having a fun time downloading every free app I can get my hands on. I’ve had to uninstall a few already due to lack of space 😀
On a different note, have you every bought something, not because you needed it, but simply because there was something about it that you loved? Well, that’s what happened with me and this cool bar of soap. I love it’s packaging, I love it’s smell, and I love the way it feels in my hand. I want to open it up and use it, but then that would definitely ruin it, and I want this bar of soap to last forever, lol.
Now all I need is an equallly as intriguing soap dish. Heck, while I’m at it, let me cover soap dishes as well. I need one. I’ve never had one that I truly liked. Isn’t that heinous? Can you imagine? Living all my years without this simple pleasure? Seriously though people, if any of you happen upon a unique, minimalistic-looking soapdish, let me know, eh?
While I appreciated the fact that I had a camera to take pictures with when I went to Pioneer Village with Bob, I wasn’t very impressed with the picture quality once I got home and viewed them on my computer.
I made a decision that it was time to rehome my little Kodak point-and-shoot with my mom :P, and get me a new camera.
It was Best Buy’s lucky day, lol. I walked into the store ready to buy an upgrade. A very nice gentleman named Sadiq assisted me in figuring out which would be the best camera for me, and after much deliberation (about two minutes worth), I concluded I should leave the store with a new Panasonic Lumix DMC-FZ28.
It was a floor model, so I got a sweet discount on the camera itself, as well as the warranty offered through Best Buy. I picked up a few other things while I was at at, and took my new toy home.
I plugged the battery into the charger, and waited for the next eight hours to be able to use my camera.
You be the judge and let me know if the pictures and videos I post from here on in are of better quality than the previous ones. I’m hoping I made a good choice and didn’t just waste my hard earned money.
Last Thursday, my little brother and I (to protect his identity, let’s call him Bob), took a day trip to Black Creek Pioneer Village.
First let me say how excited I was when I got this big idea to take Bob to Pioneer Village the previous Monday at work. Bob seemed pretty excited at the prospect too, so it was pretty cool. I called him the morning of to make sure he had woken up on time and eaten breakfast, and he answered the phone sounding like he’d been awake already for hours. He came out of the house all happy, with this huge smile on his face, and his little iPod in his pocket – it was so cute.
It was the first time the park was open during the March break, and due to the weather, not all of the buildings were open yet, as the cold weather could still potentially damage the inside of the buildings and their contents.
We first walked around the main building which housed the gift shop, the snack bar, and a museum. Bob loved the displays with the toys – especially the toy trains. I was kinda grossed out when I saw the doll display case. It’s a little unsettling knowing that the dolls you’re looking at have real human hair, and they’re about 160 years old. The previous owners of that hair are dead. I was looking at a dead person’s hair. Maybe it was just the museum, that to be honest, I found a little creepy for some reason, or I was just being dumb, but I was so creeped out by the thought of this dead person’s hair being on that doll, that I was compelled to take a picture of it. (How retarted is that, lol). I invite you to be creeped out with me. Have a look for yourself…Feel anything yet? Please say yes, cause then that means that I really was just being dumb, and I have a reputation to uphold, lol.
Both Bob and I really loved all the different buildings and the people dressed in period costume. My favorite was the farm house ,as there was a lady in the kitchen cooking maple sugar cookies over a fire. I would think food would never cook quite as evenly over an open fire as it does nowadays in an oven or on the stovetop, but what do I know.
My other favorite building was the Halfway House – it seemed to be a saloon/inn/ballroom. I absolutely fell in love with one of the oil paintings in the dining room, but go figure, I wasn’t able to get a good shot of it. This is the best that I got – which sucks pretty bad. It was one of those paintings that if I had money to blow, and it was up for sale, I would have purchased it on the spot. I guess it’s good that my picture came out horribly, that way, I’m not tortured by what could have been 🙂
In the Halfway House, downstairs in the saloon, there was a man in period costume playing the fiddle. I’m not the biggest fan of the violin, but I was enjoying sitting down after walking the grounds and enjoying the music. Don’t mind the horrible cinematography
I took a slew more pictures, however, so as not to bore you, I have only included about twenty-four (to be exact) below for your viewing pleasure: 😛
Well, my birthday rolled around a couple weeks ago and it kinda sucked. Well, I guess I shouldn’t say it sucked, cause there were some definite things about it that didn’t suck. Like the following:
a) I had a wicked evening prior with a good friend of mine.
b) My best friend came with me to complete the purchase and pick-up of my new old car.
My heart wells up with pride when I consider my purchase. So sleek, so sexy, so alluring. How can anyone resist me behind the wheel of this thing. Out of modesty, so as not to appear like I’m bragging, I’ve decided to post a “limited view” photo of this new, wonderful thing. Try not to get too excited when you see it.
The parts that sucked about my birthday were as follows:
a) I am a year older and feeling “dirtier” by the minute
b) I am a year older and feeling “dirtier” by the minute
c) I am a year older and feeling “dirtier” by the minute
I had a bit of separation anxiety as well, considering the fact that I parted from a loved one at Canadian Tire later that day after picking up the car, to take my own car, my own way, in a separate direction, to go home, instead of that loved one driving me home, as per usual. It was snowing. It was dreary. It was dismal. I felt so weird and lonely. It was just pathetic, really. I’m starting to cry just thinking about it. LOL.
The following night I suffered the same separation anxiety, but this time, it was leaving the movie theatre after watching a movie. It was snowing. It was dreary. It was dismal. I felt so weird and lonely. It was just pathetic. I’m still crying if you really must know.
Are you guys noticing a pattern, or do you need me to continue ? Where’s my Kleenex.
My little sweetie, Zoe, is a four pound long-haired chihuahua. She’s two years old, and I adopted her last November.
None of my previous dogs have ever smiled the way she does. In fact, I didn’t even realize Zoe was smiling until I saw another dog doing the same thing on YouTube. I’m pretty sure I’ve taught her to smile on command, (that is, unless the previous family did it and I just haven’t figured that out yet), and I finally had my camera on hand when it happened today.
The funniest thing is when she smiles at me from waaaaaaay across the room without being prompted. She always smiles when I first come home and sit on my bed. You just know she wants attention when I see those little white canines peek out from behind her top lip. She’s just too cute I can’t help hugging her! 🙂
I just walked in the door after hanging out at a very nice dessert place and seeing The International this evening. Guess who was sitting there smiling at me as I came through the door….
Firstly, I want to thank my friend Ron for asking me about my blog this morning. Ron, if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have felt sorry for my lonely blog and visited it today to post this entry. I owe you so much my friend – what the heck, where did that ish come from????
Technology changes so quickly and things become obsolete the minute they hit the market. I’m suffering from a dirty, slightly used feeling right now when I think about my Blackberry investment and the fact that it doesn’t have a camera. A few months ago, that didn’t matter to me much. I have a camera at home, so if I needed to take pictures, I would just go home to get it. But now that I’ve discovered this wonderful thing called “blogging” (I know this is foreign terminology, its just such a new concept, but stay with me here) I’m starting to wish my phone did have a camera. Since I’m able to blog straight from my OperaMini browser, it would make it so much more exciting if I could add phone pictures while I’m at it!
I guess I can’t always get my way – but that doesn’t mean I can’t complain about it. 😉
P.S. Ron, when are you starting your blog?
Did I mention I love Steve Martin. He’s actually my boyfriend, he just doesn’t know it yet.
I saw the Pink Panther 2 last night. It’s not as good as the first one, but it had me laughing.
In my quest to familiarize myself with the whole blogging thing, as well as what WordPress is capable of doing, I’ve been fiddling around with my widgets.
I found this great widget site! I love the selection, and would loooovvvee to add some of those to my blog. I even found one for the Dog Whisperer, Knitting, etc. I was ecstatic!
Sheri also learns that in order to put these cool little widgets in her sidebar, she has to own her own domain and be running WordPress on her own site. We’re getting into the “no longer free” part of this equation. I’m not sure how I feel about this revelation.
Does anyone out there have their own domain and experience using the WordPress software? Feel free to leave me a comment about the difficulty level for a beginner.
I have a funny feeling I will end up going with my own domain – I’m just a bit nervous about starting and not being able to finish :-S
On the bright side, I figured out that I don’t need a separate app installed on my BlackBerry 8830 in order to blog from my phone. Last night I was furiously searching the web for plugins to facilitate just that, to no avail. No one seems to have any decent plugins for a BlackBerry, but there are lots for the iPhone. Weird.
I guess I’m lying when I say I don’t need a separate app to blog from my BB. I didn’t try it from the default browser that comes with the phone, so I don’t really know. I also run the OperaMini browser on my BB, and I was able to log in and post with no problems at all. OperaMini is a great browser to have on your BB – it’s allows greater functionality on various sites that the default browser just doesn’t allow – for example, I can post things on Ravelry that I can’t when using the default browser.
How did I find this out? Go figure, Sheri was under the weather on Family Day, and was pretty much in bed all day. Being in bed that long when you’re not well enough to be up and about, but not sick enough to be passed out, can get a bit boring. Thank goodness for the internet!
The other good thing that happened today is that I figured out how to import all of twelve previous Blogger posts to this WordPress blog. At least something worked the way I wanted it to with this free blog 😉
Can we say it’s cold. I think my landlords turned the heat off to help support their daughter’s new condo habit, lol.
So. After a day’s worth of deliberation and contemplation, I have come to the realization that I can’t manage more than one blog site. It’s just too difficult to maintain. I started out with my first blog site . Actually, wait. Let me correct myself. My true first blog site is here. I totally forgot that I had stuff posted there. The Blogger site (the first site referred to above), was actually my second blog. What I love about both sites, primarily the Blogger site, is the ease with which one can change up the widget locations on the page. I also love the ease with which I can post HTML and media. The concern I had with the above two sites is this – I’m unable to make specific blog entries private. It’s all or nothing, and that’s not what I’m looking for. If I’m going to be putting all this time into blogging, I want to at least know that I’m going to be able to make some parts of it “open to the general public.” I don’t want everything to be a secret! That’s no fun.
So. That lead me, late last night, (as you can clearly see in the previous entry’s time stamp), to get the bright idea that I would go searching the web for free, selectively private blog sites. First I found the LiveJournal site. I set up a blog there. I then realized, in my inexperience, the fact that that site is great for people who are looking to post entries with or without complicated pictures/media, however, there was no ability to add widgets which could facilitate what I was looking for. Okay. Next!
So. On to the WordPress.com site. As I have learnt, this is another site that allows selectively private blogging, while allowing users to utilize widgets/extensive media posting, etc. Bingo. I’m a happy camper.
Now. The problem I have is this – what do I do with my other blog sites? The LiveJournal one I’m not too worried about. In fact, I think I’m going to close it after I’m done this entry. I’m thinking that I’ll move the info on my Blogger and MSN Spaces sites to this current blog instead. Voila! One site. Happy camper.
Now. I guess the trick to this is finding the time to move everything.
Done. I’ll keep you posted on my progress.
In closing, please carefully review the following 😛