tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89034692254029925992024-03-05T01:56:13.023-08:00Laura RubyLRBillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17653643831568813500noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903469225402992599.post-76409608658461095822014-01-26T16:42:00.001-08:002014-01-26T16:42:16.542-08:00Life is too short to not love Freud jokes!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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LRBillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17653643831568813500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903469225402992599.post-35943870938838911182012-10-02T23:39:00.001-07:002012-10-02T23:39:53.867-07:00Life is strangely wonderful Things have been falling into place for me as of late. I finally figured out what I want to do with a major in psychology, realized that I picked the perfect school, and that I have some amazing people coming and going in my life.<br />
To start with the first item on the list, I have finally decided what I want to do with a major in psychology. I have decided that I want to get my PhD in clinical psychology with a specialty in Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and use that to work with patients suffering from this debilitating disorder. It is such an amazing feeling, knowing what I want to do with the rest of my life. It is definitely going to be a difficult thing to accomplish, but I have set my mind to it, and have decided that I am going to chase my dream until I trap it in a corner and make it reality!<br />
I have chosen the perfect school to help set me on my way to achieving my dream. My psychology professor has already achieved my dream. He doesn't have a specialty in PTSD, but he does have a PhD and his own clinic. He has even told me that he would be willing to help me along on my way to graduate school, and answer any questions I may have. He is also allowing his students to be involved in research, which will look FANTASTIC on my application to graduate school!!! Then there's the psychology club. It's fun to get involved with people with similar goals and interests to my own. In the short month that school has been going, I have made several friends.<br />
The last thing on the list, which also happens to be the most important, is the amazing people that have come and gone and who are still very much a part of my life.I truly have been influenced by some amazing people.<br />
Yesterday would have been the 70th birthday of my grandma. She passed away from multiple myeloma, (this weird type of cancer that I can't even really describe) two years ago next week. She played a very big part in my life. She was someone that I could call at any given moment and tell her whatever was happening in my life and she would patiently listen without interrupting. Afterwards, she would provide amazing advice that always impacted my life. After grandpa died, she was devastated. She never truly got over it. Life went back to almost-normal and she continued to be part of our lives. Something that changed, however, was every time we had family get-together/sleepovers, she and I would share a bed. After a while, it went without saying that wherever she slept, I would be there as well. When bedtime came around, we would stay awake and talk, sometimes for hours. She used to jokingly say that there was a little man between us that would keep us up and talking. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of her in one way or another. She is one of the greatest people I have ever known.<br />
Another fantastic person that has moved on is my great-grandpa. He passed away almost two months ago. What an amazing man. My favorite memory of him is that when we visited, as we hugged him hello and goodbye, he would always tell us how special we were to him. I can still hear his voice saying "What a bunch of special kids." I hope the ability to hear his voice say that NEVER goes away. Another thing he always said that was inspiring, "Working for a living is no disgrace, but what a hell of an inconvenience!" What a fantastic man who will never be forgotten. He was ten days shy of his ninety-first birthday. I miss him.<br />
I have amazing people in my life that are alive as well. My family, every last member of varying insanity ;) has affected me in one way or another. They are all very important to me. They are part of who I am and that will never change. There are also friends in my life that are so dear to me that I consider them adopted family.They are an important part of my support system that I feel as though I don't thank enough.<br />
All in all, life is good. :)LRBillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17653643831568813500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903469225402992599.post-47528393625155553922012-08-22T17:57:00.000-07:002012-08-22T17:57:26.057-07:00Different than last time... yet the same? So it's official. I'm back to living in Price. It's most definitely different from the first time I got here. I know my way around, and had a job before I even got here. One thing is the same. The move is bittersweet. I have to leave everything I have grown accustomed to and get used to another way of life. Last time I moved, I had to leave my family, and the only way I had known for almost four years. My grandma had just been diagnosed with stage three multiple myeloma. I was really worried about leaving her. We sat on the couch and just cried together for a while on the day I moved out. It's hard to think that was two years ago.<br />
I must confess, my first day here I had a difficult time finding the campus. I was a scared little freshman that knew only my roommate. This time, I know some of the teachers, and a few faces around campus, but a large number of the people I grew to know and love have moved on to bigger and better things. Now, I know where I'm going, and I actually showed my new roommate around campus. I will be around tons of new people again.<br />
When I moved last time, I didn't have much besides my family tying me there. This time, I had a job. This may sound strange, but for the last six months that was all I knew. In fact, it was very nearly all I ever did. Since all my friends were in school, I didn't have much else to do.I'm excited to go back to the museum though. I can honestly say that it is the best job I have ever had! One week from Friday is when I start again.<br />
Bonus: this time I know what to expect from my class. Since I took a semester off, I am only taking one class to avoid overwhelming myself. This time I know what to expect from my teacher and the class in general. As a scared freshman, I wasn't sure what to expect from my classes and from my professors. This time around, I'm taking a psychology class, from a teacher that I have taken three classes from. If I don't ace this class, I will have let myself down. So starting Monday-- A in Psychology 2010 here I come!LRBillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17653643831568813500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903469225402992599.post-53493843616977161482012-06-18T19:53:00.002-07:002012-06-18T19:56:42.802-07:00Long time, no post for this crazy life! It has been quite some time since I have posted. To be honest, I haven't even thought about it much lately. Since I have some down time, I suppose I could bore myself and a few others with the small happenings in my life. Since the beginning of February, I have been working at the care center in Centerfield. It is a far cry from easy, but the longer I work there, the more I build my testimony. Partly from all the trials I find myself facing, but mostly from the sweet spirits that I care for. Some days I would rather run out the door screaming than answer one more call light, but by the end of the day, they make it all worth it in one simple way or another. <br />
Also in the last couple of months, I have considered serving a mission. Ever since I was little, I always told myself that I would serve a mission if I weren't married by the time I turned 21. Somehow I always seemed to think that it would be more likely for me to be married by that point in my life. As my 21st birthday draws closer though, it seems less and less likely. (I'm not quite 20 yet, but still.) Here's where the plans get tricky. Although I would like to serve a mission, I would also like to finish my degree so that I can start my career. (As I type this, it seems less and less important to start a career.) It's still something that I find rather important. Another thing that I have dreamed of since I was a small girl was having my own house to myself. I could have all the animals I wanted (who needs a man anyway, right?), no parents or roommates to please. It would be lonely, but it would also give me a sense of accomplishment. Pinterest also has a part to play in this. (It would be fun to try some of the decorating ideas!) Have you ever come to a point in your life where you would likely be satisfied with a number of different outcomes? That would be me right now. It's frustrating to not know what all I want with my life, but also I find it good to be flexible. (Do I seem to be rambling?)<br />
Another topic of consideration for this crazy thing I call my life, I realized the other day that I don't really know what I want in a future husband. Oh, I want all the important things, you know, like a return missionary, active in the church, loves me unconditionally, and the normal things like that, you know, like most LDS girls are looking for. I realized today though, that I don't have anything that I'm looking for specific to me. Some girls want a man who will maybe go with them on their run everyday, or something like that. (Okay, I realized I told a little lie. One thing specific I want is someone to cuddle and watch Criminal Minds with.) But other than that I'm drawing up blanks. It's funny the little things you notice when you don't have much else to do but sit with your thoughts. <br />
As for what I'm planning on doing with my life, (in case any of you care,) I'm going back to Price the first week or two of August. I'm only taking one class, and kind of have my job back at the museum. I'm going to apply like crazy to all the care centers and other suitable job choices that I can think of. Maybe having two jobs will better help me to afford more than one class in the spring. I'm rather excited to gain my small fraction of independence back. :)<br />
Am I boring you yet? I'm beggining to bore myself. I suppose that would be a significant sign that now would be a pretty good time to end this post. Happy Monday evening to all!LRBillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17653643831568813500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903469225402992599.post-81846659802183706502011-09-21T13:37:00.000-07:002011-09-21T13:37:40.812-07:00Long time, no blog. So last night I realized, I have not blogged in FOREVER!! Lots has happened since I last blogged. I got a job at the USU/CEU Prehistoric Museum here in Price, I lived here for the summer (and loved it for the most part), and am now going to school again for the fall and spring semesters. If you don't know this, I'm majoring in psychology and went to the Rocky Mountain Psychological Association Psychology Conference in April, and met the president of the Psychology club that has been started this year. Towards the end of the summer, she invited me over to her house to have a meeting to get everything started, and I agreed to go. When I got there, she told me I had been chosen to be one of the vice-presidents for the club. I agreed, and am now loving every minute of it! Last night was the opening social, which was fun... but would have been a little better if more people would have shown up. <br />
Hmmmm.... after going so long without blogging, I'm not sure what to blog about next since so many things have happened. On Saturday, I went to the most amazing fireside I have ever been to in my entire life. Elder Jeffery R. Holland came to Price, Utah and was kind enough to come and speak to the Young Single Adult Stake. It was such an amazing experience, that it deserves an entire post for itself.<br />
Nothing overly amazing has happened to me this summer, so I guess I could end my post here.LRBillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17653643831568813500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903469225402992599.post-82620834020886347392011-05-02T14:15:00.000-07:002011-05-02T14:15:27.145-07:00Summer is almost here! =] Well I haven't blogged in forever, so I guess I'll update you all on my (pretty boring) life. School is technically out for the summer on May 7th, but I will take my last final on the 5th. I had three finals last Wednesday, and turned in my last English paper this morning. After turning in my English paper, I picked up my psychology paper and found out that I will end the semester with an A- in Psychology! =] There is a possibility that half of the reason I have that good of a grade is because I got extra credit for going to the Rocky Mountain Psychological Conference a couple weeks ago, (but still!) which is a whole other story in itself for another time.<br />
About two or three weeks ago, I got a job at the USU-CEU Prehistoric Museum as the Gift Shop Clerk. So now that I have a job to afford it, I will be staying in an apartment owned by my institute teacher in Price for the summer and for next year with three of my friends. I have decided to take a break from school, and will be just working for the summer to save up much needed money for the coming school year. <br />
I do believe that is all for now. Peace and blessings! :)LRBillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17653643831568813500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903469225402992599.post-39057444645247646672011-03-01T15:21:00.000-08:002011-03-01T15:21:00.548-08:00spiritual moment This past weekend I had a great opportunity to spend time with my mom. The IWA (Institute Womens Association) had a mother/daughter weekend. They had Miss Utah come speak to us (she did excellent) and had dinner on Friday night. Then the next morning they had breakfast and had some of the leaders and members speak. After that they had a testimony meeting. When they announced it, I had the thought of "aw crap!" go through my mind. Before you think that I am bored or something by testimony meetings, don't. I enjoy hearing the testimony of others. The problem is that every time there's a testimony meeting the spirit nags me to bear mine until I bear it. Those in my ward back in Aurora would know this. I bear my testimony quite often. They have to put up with it every month. The poor souls. When I do bear my testimony, I sometimes don't know what to say, or feel like I embarass myself. <br />
This time was no different from any of the others. The spirit began to nag at me, and I fought it. I had no idea what I was going to say. Finally I caved, and walked up to the podium. When I got up there, it was so amazing. The words just kinda started flowing out. Things I had never thought of came out of my mouth. <br />
An example, the fact that in church we hear the same things over and over again. We think "yeah, yeah. I know. I've heard this one a million times." But that doesn't make it any less true. In fact, it kinda makes it more true. Kinda like when your mom tells you something over and over again and you say to yourself "yeah, yeah. sure mom." but there's a reason she's telling you that. Every single time. If we don't listen, we might be missing something that we really needed to hear. That's a concept I had never really thought about until I was standing in front of a group of mothers and daughters. It was something that really built my testimony. <br />
Another spiritual thought, is that I can't even imagine what I would do without the gospel in my life to be a comfort and support. It's a rock. It'll never change. It may be constantly growing and expanding, but the values it has will never change. Love one another, forgive men of their trespasses, basically live your life as if the Lord were standing next to you. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm VERY FAR from perfect. I don't mean to offend anyone by trying to say I'm perfect or anything. Because I'm not. I have plenty of things that I have to work on. No one is perfect.<br />
Anyways, I just needed a moment for some spiritual ramblings. I had an amazing weekend. I got to spend time with my amazing mother. She's my hero. I don't know what I would do without her. She's there for me all the time. She has a crazy life and yet she still finds time to talk to me. She's my best friend. I love her with all my heart.<br />
Saturday night, after my mom left, Hillary invited me to go with her in the hot tub at her parents' motel. I had a blast :) it's kinda nice to have roommate bonding moments. We have lots of them, but they're nice all the same.<br />
Sunday was Stake Conference. It was spiritual and amazing. The talks were great. They said several things that I needed to hear. So all in all, the weekend was great. Now that I have had a moment for spiritual ramblings, I'll end this post.LRBillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17653643831568813500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903469225402992599.post-67750518538505310142011-02-09T22:06:00.000-08:002011-02-09T22:06:19.219-08:00My newest obsession Lately I have found myself becoming fascinated with finding inspiring quotes. When I get bored, I google them. I have actually found quite a few good ones. I'll name some of my favorites. <br />
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<ul><li>The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it's too low and we reach it. -Michelangelo</li>
<li>You are where you are today because you've chosen to be there. -Harry Browne</li>
<li>Courage does not always roar. Sometimes it is a quiet voice at the end of the day, saying... "I will try again tomorrow" -Mary Anne Radmacher</li>
<li>The only opinion about your dream that counts is yours. The negative comments of others merely reflect their limitations, not yours. -Cynthia Kersey</li>
<li>Beautiful pictures are developed from negatives in a dark room. So if you see darkness in your life, be sure that a beautiful picture is being prepared by God!</li>
<li>Life's a journey. It's not to arrive safely at the grave in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways shouting "Woohoo! What a ride!"</li>
<li>Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.</li>
<li>The journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.</li>
<li>When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. -Franklin D. Roosevelt</li>
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I have taken to posting them on my bedroom wall. Bless Hillary's heart for putting up with it. I post them on Facebook all the time as well. So don't be too surprised if you see these same quotes on facebook too. :DLRBillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17653643831568813500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903469225402992599.post-70721892323187052862011-02-03T19:27:00.000-08:002011-02-03T19:27:21.541-08:00National Hillary Brown Day :) February 1st is officially National Hillary Brown Day. Haha just kidding. But this year it may as well have been. It was one of the best days I have had in quite a long time. About a week (give or take a couple days, because I'm not exactly sure what day it was) before her birthday I decided that we were going to celebrate her b-day in an amazing sort of way. Before I start this story I must say, that since I tell Hillary everything, this was the most difficult secret I have ever kept in my life. So I got in touch with all our friends from Price, came up with a time and place, and started my planning. <br />
That was the longest week in my life. I had everything planned and put together, and all I had to do was decorate the day of and keep it a secret. The hardest part was keeping the secret. I was so excited I could hardly contain it. It all came together perfectly. She had a class that she had to attend for her work that lasted from 6:30-9 p.m. Which gave me time to blow up baloons, decorate the apartment and make lemonade before everyone showed up at 8:45. Surprisingly enough, everyone actually did show up before Hillary got there. The best part of it all: Hillary had no idea. Before she left I asked what time she would get done, and I probably made it look so obvious that I was planning something. She says she had no idea. I'm just glad it was a success. <br />
After she got there, the candles were lit, and the cake was eaten, we played Apples to Apples and Uno. Once everyone had left, it was midnight and we were beat. Despite that fact, we stayed up for two more hours. It was a blast. <br />
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We'll start with christmas. Since I got a second semester in college as my main christmas present, (which was definitely good enough for me) I didn't get much as far as material stuff goes. But on christmas eve, my cousins and uncle came over to pick up a truck we had. They discovered a leak in the fuel line, so while we waited for them to fix it, the whole crew pulled out the sleds and went sledding down the gigantic mound of snow and had an absolute blast. Jaden's dog, Boo, had almost as much fun, if not more fun than the kids by chasing the sleds down the hill and catching snowballs in midair. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tatelynn was so cute in Clara's jacket, (which looked like a dress on her tiny body) but at the word picture she refused to even look near the camera. Bless her heart, Clara tried to get her to look at the camera, but no such luck for her either.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stetson was a little more cooperative with the picture taking while Jaden prepared him to sled down the hill. i think his mother may have trained him well ;)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boo staring at the snowball preparing to catch it before i dropped it for her. (this is the best picture i could get. i discovered it's really hard to get the timing right on things like this)</td></tr>
</tbody></table> On January 10th I started a new semester at CEU. I am loving it. I discovered that I picked the right major and minor. I decided to major in psychology and minor in criminal justice. last semester I took a criminal justice class, and loved it. I looked forward to it all the time. This semester I'm taking a criminal law class and an intro to psychology class. I love them both. The beginning of criminal law is proving to be a review of criminal justice, but that's ok because I have gotten a little rusty over the break. As for my psychology class, I have been fascinated since day one. <br />
The one downfall to this semester so far, is that every one of my teachers (okay, except for my institute and math teachers) have managed to embarrass me in front of the entire class. On the first day of the semester, I found myself with a very large problem. I couldn't figure out where the building was that my criminal law class was supposed to be in. So after searching the entire campus, I asked a woman in an office if she happened to know where my class was. Unfortunately, she didn't. But she looked up the class on her computer, and told me where it was supposed to be. Since I was about five minutes late to class, I tried to draw as little attention as possible to myself as I found a seat and sat down. Not thirty seconds after I had sat down, my teacher proceeded to tell me in a very loud voice, "Oh, Laura! You signed up for this class on the San Juan campus! You should probably go to the registrars office and get that changed!" (which completely explained why i couldn't find the building the class was supposed to be in, but completely mortified me)<br />
One day in psychology, our teacher was trying to explain how professional psychologists perform studies. As an example, he said that he would do a study on intelligence and that you were smart if you knew how to tie your shoes. He proceeded to look at the shoes of all those on the front row and tell them that they were stupid if they weren't wearing shoes that were tied. He got to the end of the first row, and I began to get nervous because I was sitting on the end of the second row, and I would be the next one to have my intelligence critiqued. (I was very much regretting my choice of wearing boots for that day) My nervous feeling didn't last long, because after he finished with the front row, he began talking about something else. Unfortunately, my small victory didn't last for long. As soon as he finished his thought, he looked at my choice of shoes for that day, looked me straight in the eye, and said, "You're wearing boots! You're not smart!" (which he was obviously joking, but it still caused the girls on the row in front of me to turn and look at the shoes I was wearing, and caused me extreme embarrassment)<br />
To save money, I ordered all my textbooks online. (which really does save a lot of money) After I finally recieved my textbook for my English class, I was devastated to find that it was the eight edition instead of the ninth. Before I ordered the new edition, I decided to consult the teacher beforehand. (with some of the classes, the teachers don't require the newest editions of the books) I ran into him on campus, and asked him about it. He said that it was probably missing some essays and such, but that I should be fine. The next day, in the middle of class he proceeded to tell the entire class that I had bought the wrong edition. Then he said, "That's probably why she only paid ten dollars for it!!" Once again, complete embarrassment in front of the entire class! (and this class has a super cute guy in it!!) Then twice during the class, he would tell the class to turn to a certain page in the book and say "Sorry Laura, I don't know what page it is in your book!" all I could think is "everything will be just fine as long as you stop drawing attention to me!"<br />
Well that's enough for now. It's definitely time for me to go to bed. I'm still not completely caught up, but I can barely think straight, so that's a sign that it's time to get some rest. Good night all! :)LRBillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17653643831568813500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903469225402992599.post-60014447951844996672010-12-12T21:48:00.000-08:002010-12-12T21:48:41.144-08:00NFROn Wednesday, my mom, my sister Jaden, and I all loaded up and went to Vegas so that we could watch the National Finals Rodeo. (a.k.a. the NFR) I had to work pretty hard to pull that off, what with finals starting tomorrow and all. I convinced my wonderful and loving roommate to turn in an English paper for me, which was the only thing holding me back from going. We got there late Wednesday night, after the rodeo had begun. My aunt and uncle from Arizona, (technically it's my grandma's cousin and his wife, but it's tons easier to call them aunt and uncle) with their three rowdy kids, offered to let us come and eat breakfast at their hotel. In the main eating area of the hotel, there's a built-in pond with swans swimming around, and workers have lettuce that they can give to the kids to feed the swans. It was fun watching the kids feed the swans, and watching the swans (which were really calm, unlike I had suspected they would be) <br />
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</tbody></table>Thursday night my mom and I went to the rodeo, while everyone else went to Lion King, the Musical. Then again on Friday night, we went to the rodeo with my Grandma and my sister, Jaden. I can honestly think of no better way to spend a Friday night than at the National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas. <br />
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And here I am tonight back in good ol' Aurora, Utah. Tomorrow I head back to college for finals. By this time next week I'll be back for almost an entire month during Christmas break. I couldn't be more excited! :) Well, off to bed for me so that I can be rested to take my math final tomorrow. Good thing to get my least favorite subject done and over with first!LRBillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17653643831568813500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903469225402992599.post-52076999314681389842010-12-06T22:54:00.000-08:002010-12-06T22:54:24.511-08:00What a dayThe week before finals is crazy. The teachers seem to pile on more and more homework the closer it gets to finals. It's hard to belive that this semester is almost over. It seems like just the other day I was in the living room with my grandma crying about leaving for college. I know I should be working on my homework that I need to finish before Wednesday morning, but I just can't find the dedication to do it. Good thing I'm leaving on Wednesday to go to... guess where? Vegas baby!!! :) I get a break from the stress and hassles from school to go see some hott cowboys and just enjoy myself. I can't wait! It came just in time too. I've about reached my breaking point. After that finishes my next thing to look forward to is Christmas Break. From December 15th to January 10th. CANNOT WAIT!!! :) I don't think I have ever been so excited for anything! Anyways, I guess I had better get back to work. I'm hoping to survive!LRBillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17653643831568813500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903469225402992599.post-44516606120023089342010-12-05T22:43:00.000-08:002010-12-05T22:43:53.348-08:00First BlogSo for a while now I have been thinking about getting a blog but have been putting it off. So now when i have a million other things I should be doing, I start a blog. I have read a lot of other people's blogs and find it fun. Since I have issues keeping a journal, but no problem at all updating my status on Facebook, maybe I'll find it easier to update a blog. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I'm off to do other things I should be doing, like homework and sleeping.LRBillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17653643831568813500noreply@blogger.com0