Thursday, June 30, 2011

Vacation #1 - Terminated

by Steph

I'm back! Well, kind of.

Turns out when you're gone from work for 4 days, there's not much time to blog when you get back and your desk looks like mine does.

Also, that post from yesterday was supposed to post last Thursday. I guess Blogger and I are still on thin ice.

What a vacay/weekend.

I can't even begin to tell you how amazingly awesome it was.

I was bombarded by incredible message after incredible message. SO convicted and encouraged. Exhausted physically and mentally. (Seriously, have you ever listened to Al Mohler preach? The guy is seriously smart.)

And I promise to tell you all about it someday.

You deserve better than this post after me being M.I.A. for a week.

But I also want to keep my job.


Make money.....


Shop... (yeah, right)


Pay bills....

Being a grown up is fun, right? Anyone?

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Mad Hatter Tea Party

by Steph

First of all, I wrote this blog yesterday and I'm doing one of those "post blog at a later time". I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be telling you guys these secret blogger cheats but by the time this post is up, I'll be at Disneyland completely unaware of the outside world and technology (except for what's in Tomorrowland).

But guess what!!! My sister's lovely wedding photographer, Miss Cassia VanDyke has uploaded pictures from my sister's wedding to her blog!

Click here to see the whole lot of them...

A few favorites courtesy of CKV Photography:

Mum and sister-sister's

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Some more PW love

by Steph

I think it's safe to assume that everytime I blog about a recipe I tried, it's going to be from the Pioneer Woman.

I've said it before and I'll say it again until you get annoyed and then some.

She knows her stuff.

We had some buns leftover from homemade {Handmade? What do you call it when you make the burger patty from scratch?} burgers last week (which were not courtesy of PW but still so delicious that my mouth waters just thinking about them right now).

Dilemma #1: Buns come in packs of 8 each. It's just me and my husband and contrary to popular opinion, I cannot eat 4 burgers in one sitting.

Dilemma #2: This past weekend we went to 3 different bbq's all featuring: hamburgers. The buns in our fridge needed to be eaten but my husband was a little burgered out.

PW to the rescue! (I should send her a cape that says "I make married people happy.")

On our way to the grocery store, I was browsing her recipes on my iPhone and came across Sloppy Joes.

"How about Sloppy Joes?" I asked my husband.

He made a face.

"The only one's I've ever had are straight from the can and taste like pure grease," he said.

"Yes, but these are Pioneer Woman's Sloppy Joes!" I protested.

"Oh. Okay, then. Let's try it."

See how that works? Apparently she's had enough successes in this household that my husband trusts her with his stomach, which might as well be his life.

So last night I whipped 'em up in about 20 minutes - I have a handy dandy chopper that does my onions for me so it was pretty easy from that point on. {Seriously, onion chopping alone can take me like 45 minutes because I'm a wimp and cannot wield a knife very well.}

His exact words were "Yeah, you should definitely make those again."

Later it was, "Those peppers are really tearing up my stomach but it was totally worth it, I don't even care."

It was yum-dilly-umptious, of course. I don't have to tell you that.

Ree, we love you in this house. Please keep making yummy things that make my husband happy.

This time tomorrow I will be at the Happiest Place on Earth. Don't be jelly.... I'm taking my laptop on this mini vacay in hopes that somewhere along the way, you'll get one or 2 posts from me.

And I still have a special post planned for tomorrow....

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

by Steph

Remember how I said that Monday's are usually my fashion/outfit days?

Remember when I also said that I don't remember what I blog on which days?

I'm gonna use the excuse that Sunday was Father's Day so I had to throw a Daddy blog out into the world.


That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

Today is Tuesday. I've noticed that I often inform you which day it is, even though I'm sure you all already know.

I still like to state it. For the record.

In like 34 hours I will be on my way to the airport with my hubsy in tow.

In like 48 hours I will be en route to a very special place with my hubsy again in tow. We (my baby sis and I) are dragging along my parents too. Guess where.





I seriously can't remember when I've seen me or my sister this excited about something.

We've talked about mapping out our day.

What we'll ride on first.

What fast passes we'll have to get.

Already planning our outfits.

Already planning the junk food we'll consume. Churros, ice cream, popcorn, hot dogs, churros, candy, churros, soda and churros.

Just what normal 23 and 26 year olds do before they go to Disneyland.

Seriously. Hahaha... it's like I'm 10 years old again except I'm not. I'm a grown up now.

But here's my theory: Disneyland is a place we got to go a few times a year as kids. It was a rare occasion since it was expensive but everytime we went, it was like the best ever.

Even if it was pouring rain and we had to wear bright yellow Mickey ponchos all day.

So I think that going back to Disneyland takes me back to those times. Those years when my biggest concern was finding cool stuff to put in my little play purse, not paying bills. Those years when mustard yellow socks matching my flowery shirt was cool. Those years when every ride was so magical and driving the cars on Autopia was still fun because I'd never driven a real car before.

I think this is why I love Disneyland so. This is also why I have the theory that since my husband was deprived as a child, living 300 miles away and all, he doesn't have all those childhood memories.

Poor thing.

Although this time, he actually seems a little excited about going. Maybe my excitement is rubbing off on him. I probably have the excitement of like ten 10-year-old's right now. So I guess I can spare a bit.

And since I forgot yesterday, here's another outfit. It's also kind of my Disneyland outfit but I need to figure out how I can buy that tank top before then. Correction: I need to figure out how I can convince my husband that I NEED that tank top before then.


Maui Day 5

Forever21 top, $16
Old navy shorts, $23
Narrow shoes, $45
TopShop plastic bracelet, $30
Charlotte Russe feather jewelry, $4
Ray-Ban ray ban sunglasses, $195
Vintage fedora, $18

Monday, June 20, 2011

Father's Day

by Steph

God is good.

Can I get an AMEN?

Yesterday was Father's Day. I'm in Sacramento, with my husband. My Daddy is in So Cal (with my mom, of course).

Fortunately, we live in a day and age where I can still talk to my dad on Father's Day and say "Hey, I didn't get you a tie this year."

This is my Daddy.

Here he is again in artsy black and white:

I got married about 9.5 months ago. When is it too late to keep using those pictures? In my defense, they're online and it's either old pics for you people or no pics. Beggars can't be choosers.

Also, I know my hair is falling out, but I had just finished the first dance with my husband and if you had seen it, you'd understand why my hair was falling out.

Back to Dad's, mine is the best. Not that I'm biased, but he managed 20-some years in the same house with 4 women.

My mom is Mexican. Which means there were about 2 and a half Mexicans in that house (if you count that me and my sister's are halfsies.)

That's a lot of hot blood.

But he's always been a pretty cool guy. Pun unintentionally intended. Always steadfast... always patience... always deliberate in what he says. {But in a house with 4 women, when you finally have a chance to say something, I guess it's good to make it meaningful.}

Dad, I know you said you don't have favorites.


It's okay. I'll keep it a secret.

Except I'll tell my readers.

I'm his favorite.

Because I'm the middle child and I have issues.

My dad gets it.

He's the middle too.

Happy Father's Day Pops!


Your favorite

(It's okay, I don't think my sister's read this very often...)

Friday, June 17, 2011

Friday food funsies

by Steph

I'm so thankful to have lovely friends who read this blog and encourage me! You guys are the bestest...

Just for funsies today, I'm gonna tell you all about another PW recipe I tried last night.

Best. Lasagna. Ever.

This is NOT my picture! This is from Pioneer Woman's website!!!

Confession: I didn't originally intend to make this recipe from PW.

I had bought all the stuff to make a lasagna from a simple recipe I had found on Last night, I pulled up the recipe on my phone and the webpage had an error.


For like a second.

Then *ding ding ding*! A little light bulb went on in my head.

Pioneer Woman has never let me down. I quickly navigated to her page {and yes, I always have Pioneer Woman Cooks as an open Safari page on my iPhone} and lo and behold, there was a lasagna recipe.

Except here's the thing: I didn't have the sausage, diced tomatoes or tomato paste. I didn't want to go to the store and get more stuff because we'd already maxed out our weekly grocery budgie so I decided to continue without it.

Instead of adding all the stuff to the ground beef, I just added the jar of tomato sauce that I had.

*Gulp. Yes, I did not make the spaghetti sauce from scratch. I'm lazy and a bad wife. {Don't tell my husband because he's still disillusioned about me. He thinks I'm the bestest.}

Anyway, her "marinara sauce" (can I call it that even if she doesn't?) looks super easy so I might have to try it sometime.

Also, I am not a fan of cottage cheese in lasagna. I'd like to trust PW on this but I've had it before and trust me, it doesn't work for me.

I happen to love ricotta cheese in my lasagna. I would make all ricotta cheese, but my husband doesn't like ricotta cheese. Ricotta is a fun word to say.

So I do what any wife would do who wants it her way but wants to also please her husband.

I make a half 'n half lasagna.

See? Compromise in marriage can happen. It's a win-win-win situation. {Thank you Michael Scott.}

So I followed the rest of her recipe the same, except I split the cottage cheese part in half and did ricotta in one bowl and cottage in the other. Then I just did half of the lasagna with my ricotta mixture and half with the cottage mixture. Easy peasy.

It was delish. I tried the cottage side and I'm sorry PW - I still do not like cottage cheese in my lasagna. It just doesn't make me happy. It makes me sad and nauseous. {Is that how you spell nauseous?} And no I'm not preggo, there are just certain foods lately that make me feel queasy. 

I did however, LOVE my half of it. I guess I can't say it's truly a PW recipe since I couldn't follow it all the way with the ingredients lacking, but it was still yummy just the same.

Once again, PW to the rescue.

Thanks Ree. You're the bestest too.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Is it just me?

by Steph

Do you ever feel overwhelmed for no reason at all? I'm sure it's because I'm a woman and we have that whole emotional overload thing, but I feel like for 4 days, I've been on the verge of tears. I'll spare you the deets but Aunt Flo will be here soon so I can't be entirely sure, but that might have something to do with it.

Will someone please bring me chocolate? A hug? A piece of cheesecake? Notice that I've asked for 2 food items? Now do you believe that my scale is lying to me?

One thing about married life (actually about our relationship period) that I will say has been our biggest challenge is the decision making. At some point, we just have to take the plunge and make a choice.

Sometimes the decision is unpopular with one (or both) of us.

Sometimes we wish God would just shoot us an email with the right choice.

Sometimes I carry it around like a heavy weight because we haven't made the choice and I hate not knowing what will happen.

My husband has the gift of patience. I have the sin of impatience. See how that works? (Actually, how it doesn't work?)

Today is just one of those days. Those heavy burden days. Sorry to be all serious on you guys, but I do blog for me. This is my outlet for thoughts - sarcastic or serious. And hey, if you don't like it then hopefully that man holding the gun to your head forcing you to read it will.

"Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you at the proper time, casting all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you." 1 Peter 5:7

"Cast your burden upon the LORD and He will sustain you; He will never allow the righteous to be shaken." Psalm 55:22

And this particular one has been heavy on my heart for awhile - so often we make plans without God but every choice we make should be brought to the Lord in prayer before anything is decided:

"Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make a profit.” Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. Instead, you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and also do this or that.” But as it is, you boast in your arrogance; all such boasting is evil. Therefore, to one who knows the right thing to do and does not do it, to him it is sin." James 4:13-17

God is so good to me. What a privilege to have His Words to comfort me! What a blessing and encouragement to have a husband who trusts the Lord and is unwavering in my sea of emotions. Hmm. Almost sounds poetic. Which reminds me...

"but the wisdom from ABOVE is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, reasonable, full of mercy and good fruits, unwavering, without hypocrisy." James 3:17 (my emphasis added)

There should be another verse that says "but the emotions of a PMSing woman are sinful, violent, harsh, UNREASONABLE, full of strife and bitterness, without love."

The sad thing is, can I blame it on PMS when it seems to happen ALL THE TIME?

So.... is it just me?

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

General wonderings

by Steph

Sometimes I still hold on to the hope that my husband will decide that he does indeed like sushi after all. Oh raw fish, I miss you so.

It was 92 degrees in our apartment last night. We decided to go to the pool and yes, drum roll please.... I did wear my new J. Crew swimsuit. It felt... like I was wearing a one-piece swimsuit. I was just missing my big straw hat and towering espadrilles. So Katherine Hepburn in The Philadelphia Story.

Minus the swim cap. Because that is just one thing I'm not willing to bring back into style.

Yesterday, the scale told me that I had gained 2 pounds and lost 4% body fat. I have reason to suspect that it's lying to me considering Monday was the first time I went to the gym in 2 weeks and I was so out of shape I could barely kick and punch the air in my TKB class.

I leave in one week for Palm Springs (with a detour to Disneyland)! Whoo HOOOOO!!!!

People I'm excited to see (in no particular order): dearest darlingest momsie and popsicle, my sister-sister's, my cool bro-in-law (who's also an IT guy, but a nice, kind one), the lovely Ms. Stone, the Pena sisters, Johnny Mac, Steve Lawson, Rick Holland, CJ Mahaney, Al Mohler and Mickey, of course.

I love that this will be like a mini vacay.

To the hottest place in the entire world.

Okay, that's exaggerating but still...

Words with Friends is how I start my workday.

Also, blogging is how I start my workday.

Clearly, I get lots of real work done here.

It's Wednesday. Does it bother anyone else that people call it 'hump day'?

Tuesday, June 14, 2011


by Steph

Lord have mercy.

I'm OBSESSED with design blogs now.

Who knew that a simple inkling to decorate our little apartment would unleash this monster?

Join me please...

From House*Tweaking

From Our Vintage Home Love

From The Lettered Cottage

From Three Men and a Lady

From Three Men and a Lady
So here are the dilemmas/challenges of decorating our little place:
  • It's little. 700 square feet is not much to work with.
  • It's rented. We don't want to put a ton of holes into walls that we'll have to pay for when we move out (evidently they have to repaint the whole place when they see spackled up holes and we'd have to pay for that paint job. And then not even enjoy it.).
  • We're not fancy people. If it doesn't serve a purpose, then it doesn't belong on a coffee table. Or a bed. For example, I'm not a fan of a ton of pillows on a bed that you just have to remove every night (Along Came Polly, anyone?) My husband is DEFINITELY not a fan of having things just for "decorative purposes". He literally tried to understand for a good hour and a half why on earth I needed something on the outside of the plastic shower liner to cover it up. {Fortunately, he loves and trusts me so we did indeed end up with a shower curtain on the outside of our shower liner.}
  • We're not rich people. We're on a teeny tiny nearly non-existent budget. So when people say something like "it only cost $800!!" my jaw drops because that's more than what we pay for rent. This means lots of DIY stuff and thrifted stuff (which actually makes me super excited). The easy thing about that is that we're not painting, ripping out flooring or making any major changes so its merely aesthetic changes.
  • Time. We basically have nights and Saturdays for this. Shopping and DIY time will have to take place in those few hours...
  • Space. Did I already mention this? Not much to work with here.
Help me, people.

Monday, June 13, 2011


by Steph

I absolutely adore Carolyn Mahaney and her daughters even though I've never met them. They are truly Proverbs 31 women and you can tell through their life and words.

Today Carolyn blogged about what to wear... Click here to read. So true!!! (Especially for those of us who are obsessed with fashion - it's a good reminder about what is TRULY important to put on!!!)

Monday the 13th?

by Steph

Most blogs I read have a thing: on Friday's they give 5 things that make them happy, or on Monday's they say things that are on their minds, etc.

My blog would be like those blogs if I could remember what I picked for which day. It appears that Monday's (typically) are outfits for Maui days. Friday's are (typically) what I'm looking forward to on my all-too-short weekend. The rest of the days are just a jumbalaya of other stuff.

I know that's a weird word to use but I don't get to use it often. And it works here.

Kind of.

Since it's Monday and outfit day, I'll post another one for you. But here's a few things to point out before then:
  • I don't actually buy these things every week. The perk of having this blog is that I can create these outfits for absolutely free!!! Some of the things I do have in my closet but most of them are things that are similar to what I have in my closet. If I could show you what I have in my closet, well, then this would be a personal fashion blog. But I don't have the time or energy to be taking pictures of my outfits every day to show you. At least not yet. Maybe someday.....
  • I do actually own these Ray-bans. Perks of having a mother who also is an eye doctor. Thanks Mom!
  • I do not actually own those Aviator Ray-bans from the last outfit. I do however own a very similar pair from the flea market that cost me $5 buckaroos. And yes, I tried to haggle the lady down to $4. She didn't buy it. I was forced to eat my words but I still really wanted those sunglasses so I happily handed her my dignity along with that $5 bill.
  • If you are paying attention, some of the things in the outfits are repeats. Like these shorts from today. Because normal people pack things for vacations that they can wear multiple times. And I am kind of aspiring to be normal. Well, procrastinating aspiration actually.
  • I do also own a pair of Rainbow sandals (also shown below). I did own 2 pairs but when I got married and moved to our new apartment, the black Rainbows that I had so lovingly broken in were lost to a black hole. Along with a favored gray cardigan, a yellow and gray scarf and 2 tank tops. Now THAT was a real tragedy. Nothing compared to the teddy bear incident.
  • I also own that swimsuit shown. You can read more about that life-changing decision here.
  • Without further ado....

Maui Day #4

American Eagle Outfitters scoop neck tank top, $18
American Eagle Outfitters racer back tank top, $16
J Crew ruched bikini, $88
Old Navy distressed shorts, $25
Arch shoes, $46
American Eagle Outfitters cotton canvas tote, $12
Old Navy clear jewelry, $5.50
Ray-Ban logo sunglasses, $145
Vintage style hat, $18

Friday, June 10, 2011

It's Friday

by Steph

This weekend I will be:
  • working out. {I think I've milked the "I hiked 5 hours" for long enough.}
  • going to a funeral and a wedding shower.
  • doing normal wife-y stuff like cleaning, cooking and laundry.
  • getting spiritually fed on Sunday. {We haven't been to our church in the last 2 weeks because of being out of town so it'll be nice to get back to our family.}
  • maybe possibly squeezing a nap or 2 in there?
  • maybe possibly taking a trip to the Cheesecake Factory courtesy of my lovely sis and bro-in-law?
  • maybe possibly laying by the pool and soaking up some sun?
  • maybe possibly this is my wishful thinking list?
  • wishing the Barracuda Spam Filter would die so that I can get back to my social life on Monday.
  • wishing I was like one of those bold, brave people on Etsy who quit their day jobs to do something fun and interesting. {Too bad I don't know how to do anything fun and interesting. Unless someone wants to pay me to shop... for myself. I have about 20 years of experience and I know exactly what I like. Any takers? If so, please email asap. I guess I'm just one of those people who likes to know where my next paycheck is coming from. And yes, I had a security binkie when I was a baby, why do you ask?}
  • One time, my mom sold my favorite teddy bear in a garage sale. It had a windy thing on its back that when you turned it, it played twinkle twinkle little star. That was a tragic day... {I actually wasn't that attached to the bear, but I wanted to be one of those kids who had a thing that they've had since they were a baby. You know those kids... the ones that brag "I've had this blankie since I was a baby". I don't know why I thought that was so cool when I was a kid.}
  • One time, we were at Disneyland and my parents promised to buy me the Simba stuffed animal I wanted. "Wait", they said. "You won't want to carry it around all day", they said. So, at 10pm we were running all around Disneyland trying to find a store that was still open to buy my Simba.
  • Later that week, my sister ripped out his tail. My grandma sewed it back on but because she couldn't invert the whole thing, he forever had a hole under his tail. A butthole, if you will. {Yes, I've now had "butt" in 2 posts this week. You'll get over it, I'm sure.}
  • I don't remember ever retaliating against my sister. In fact, I'm not sure I even remember which sister it was. So you both better watch out... keep your stuffed animals safely stowed away from my vengeful hands.
  • I don't think this list is things I'm doing this weekend anymore. Evidently, I get easily sidetracked.
Check out Kendi's Better Off Wed for a cute little video that will make you laugh but also make you go huh?

And have a fabulous weekend! {I didn't really want to add an exclamation point, but if I just put a period, it makes it look like I don't really want you to have a fabulous weekend. It looks like "I could care less but I guess I have to wish you some kind of happiness". But now that exclamation point makes me look like a cheerleader. I suppose it's just a lose-lose-lose situation.}

Thursday, June 9, 2011


by Steph

Blogger has this handy little stat page that tells you where people are viewing your page from, how many times and what leads them to your page.

My favorite was this Google search:

"too much lard in my tortillas"

Hello there, whoever did that search.
Welcome to my site.

I can assure you, this is not the place to solve your problem.

But you're welcome to stay and read for awhile if you'd like.

The end.


by Steph

That's right people.

The day has come.

I'm sure you all had given up hope on seeing pictures of my own on this blog. Ever.

Well, technically my husband took all of these pictures but we are one flesh so I can claim his handiwork as mine.

The falls were absolutely beautiful. We were told that it was the most snow they've had in 20 years so they had waterfalls popping up all over the place.

We saw these signs all over the place. No big deal.

This was on the hike to Bridalveil Falls. About 15 minutes round trip - I was still unaware of the dangers to come so I'm still pretty happy at this point. And wet. See the dude in the poncho?

The roaring river next to Bridalveil Falls

This is what's called the Tunnel View. I didn't get too near to the edge at this point, but people in our group stood on the wall that separated us from death. My husband was one of those people. Fortunately, I am not a widow yet.

This is the beginning of the Vernal Falls Hike. Yes, I wore a bright pink back pack so in case I got lost, the bears would definitely find me. Oh by the way, that is also a 45 degree incline... my thighs were unhappy right about here.

After about 2 miles, you reach the bridge and the view is BEAUTIFUL!!!

My husband is artsy fartsy

Okay, let's just take a minute to notice all the lovely aspects of this picture. First, please notice the look of concern on my face. This lovely lady on the right, who was our host, was telling me about the next part of the climb. Second, please notice that waterfall in the background. The hike takes you to the top of that. Third, please notice the nice smiling man. Also known as Tommy "the guy who thinks this hike is easy". Nice. But a liar.

See the stone steps? See the cliff off to my left? See how I'm practically molesting the mountain on the right? See how strained and forced my smile looks? Unfortunately, I had just finished sobbing that I wouldn't go any further and that my legs were protesting having to carry my big butt up all those steps. Okay, not really but I was thinking of doing that.

I'm not that big of a drama queen people.

We're almost to the top. See the rails? They lasted for like a minute. I wished they had had them the whole way, but that would've been too easy.

I kept climbing. 6 million steps later. And I don't think you can really tell, but some of those steps are like an 18 inch step. My thighs were about to revolt against me at this point. And this was the thing that worried me - if my legs give out and I trip and fall, how will I stop myself from going over the edge?

This is at the top of the waterfall. Notice how there isn't a picture of me near the edge. Notice the look of despair and unhappiness on my face.

Then my husband said "Well at least try to look like you're having fun."

The hubs, however, did manage to get up close and personal with the edge of the falls. I cringed when I looked at this picture a few nights ago.

See where the white water trail ends? That's where the bridge is. Remember the bridge where my concerned face was uncertain of what was to come?

The hubs

The roaring Merced River. Someone died in it a month ago. I'm not kidding - Google the Mist Trail (yes, this one that we hiked) and in early May a guy drowned and they never found his body.

See the concerned look on my face? I'm fairly certain that the ENTIRE time I was hiking, I had a furrowed brow. As in worried and concerned for my life. At this point, our lovely host was telling me about the hike down. Fortunately, we didn't have to go down the treacherous stairs. Unfortunately, we had to keep going up for about 15 minutes.

Please note the tiny specs next to the falls on that flat piece of land. Those are people. That is where we were standing. Are you cringing now too? Good, so am I.

This is my Tusken Raider stance. That walking stick literally saved my life.

This is me posing as a serious hiker. Yes, that's a cliff behind me. Yosemite is full of them, in case you haven't noticed.

This was my favorite waterfall. The Yosemite Falls. The hike to the bridge was flat and easy, peasy and took about 10 minutes. There were handicapped people on this hike.

See? Look how happy we are. No cliffs. No burning thighs. No death defying acts.

Yosemite Falls

We saw wildlife!!! No bear... but we did see this deer butt. I'm not kidding, this deer would not turn around for anything. So that's all you get to see. A butt.

All in all, I'd say my trip was totally worth it and I'd go back in a heartbeat. But would I hike Vernal Falls again? Let's just say it was a once in a lifetime experience. As in my whole lifetime, I will do it once.

The end.