March 30, 2003

Weekend In Colorado aka 48 Hours of which some were spent in Colorado and others were spent driving there


The tumbleweeds were lathered up against the fencerow wanting only snow to resemble a lace edged hemline on a gray dress. . Well, we got snow, and sun, and wind and rain all in about 15 minutes at the begining of our trip to Colorado. The clouds hung so low I felt like I could reach out the window, grab one and shove it in a baggie labeled �Souvenir from Colorado aka Whirlwind Tour/ March 28, 2003.�. The wind blew dusty snow across the road in snake like patterns and our van followed suit � we seemed to slither along through the adverse weather pattern without difficulties. I was expecting more snow once we got to Greeley, but there really wasn�t much at all. My snow boots remained dry and nestled in the van. We spent the first night in a Comfort Inn at Loveland. With a spectacular view of � Wal-Mart�not just any Wal-Mart�a Super Wal-Mart. Oh yah�there was supposed to be a babbling brook just outside the motel, of which we would have had a fabulous view of, except it was bone dry and held only dirt, rocks the required amount of paper bags, beer cans, broken glass and oddly, an abandoned bicycle. �Well, � my hubby said looking at our dismal view, �at least there is a walking trail!� I had to agree with him. Without a doubt a cement trail curved alongside the super scenic dry brook and meandered past such delightful sights as, the raw lumber skeleton of a soon to be chiropractors office, a parking lot with an unusually high scent of urine, and a car wash. Hooray�! We decided to eat and then watch a movie in the room. Saving our energy for tomorrow�although we had no real plan on what we were going to do. That worked for me. We went to the Three Margaritas where the food was awesome and the atmosphere was great. I had some kind of�well�soup or jambalaya�or�a combo of both. I do know I was very surprised when I looked at my bowl of food when the waiter arrived. For one thing it was about the size of my ass, for another there were several crab legs sticking out of the bowl and they appeared to be swimming in a sea of reddish broth along with several other sea creatures. The waiter winked at me handed me a serving spoon that appeared to be my eating utensil and said �We make it very Mexican!� then vanished in a puff of tabisco tinged air. My hubby giggled and remarked, �I thought you ordered the BIG bowl of soup� haha I grinned and dove right in. I loved it and only wish I could remember what the name of the dish was. My hubby laughed again and said he could only think of the movie The Bird Cage when Robin Williams brings in the soup with whole eggs floating in it and ladles out the soup saying, �It�s very Guatemalan�. hee hee Anyway, after a great meal a good margarita and a serenade of La Bamba we went back to our room and watched Drumline, which is just the kind of thing I needed to top off my night. Little did I know that the rat-a-tat-tat of the drums in the movie would be sweet music for our ears compared to the noises we would experience the next night. Tune in for more about our fabo whirlwind tour tomorrow!

I think I found out what the name of the seafood dish was that I ate at the Mexican restaraunt. gulp
Caldo de Mariscos:
Seafood Soup
A specialty of the Veracruz coast, seafood soup, in one variation or another, is found all over Mexico, where it is commonly sold in markets as a morning-after hangover remedy.(!!) Not surprisingly then, it is said to have originated in the hard-drinking, tough-talking harbor town of Alvarado. The success of this soup depends upon using a really good fish stock; the fish and shellfish found in this dish vary according to region and availability.

Fresh lime wedges and strips of jalape�o chiles should be served on the side.
Ingredients:
6 medium tomatoes, chopped
1/2 large onion, chopped
3 large cloves garlic, chopped
1/3 cup olive oil
3/4 teaspoon dried oregano
1/8 teaspoon ground cumin
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
salt to taste
2 1/2 quarts fish stock (see NOTE)
2 dozen medium shrimp, peeled and deveined
1 1/2 pounds fish filets, cut into thick strips or chunks
8 meaty crab claws


March 28, 2003

I am soooo sore I could curl up and die...if I COULD curl up that is...ugh...hooray for Wednesday night volleyball...pass the motrin.

March 27, 2003

Bitch Posse Rides

Well some of you may know that Wednesday is Volleyball Night for me and my bitch posse...tonight...we again...are 1 and 1. We did beat a team that was not comprised of only junior high students...but...we all felt old anyway. Rats! A high school team kicked our ass royally. Ahh well...we made them break a little sweat. Afterwards we went to Big Reds where we sipped crappy beer from dirty cold mugs, munched free pretzels that we scooped out ourselves from a big white plastic container that was plopped by the bathrooms and swapped stories of our previous bitch posse escapades. We thought about where we might go for our semi annual bitch posse trip...but we never really set anything in stone. We prefer to live by the seat of our pants. We laughed a lot, we drank a bit and we munched too much. Hooray for Wednesday night volleyball!
Well some of you may know that Wednesday is Volleyball Night for me and my bitch posse...tonight...we again...are 1 and 1. We did beat a team that was not comprised of only junior high students...but...we all felt old anyway. Rats! A high school team kicked our ass royally. Ahh well...we made them break a little sweat. Afterwards we went to Big Reds where we sipped crappy beer from dirty cold mugs, munched free pretzels that we scooped out ourselves from a big white plastic container that was plopped by the bathrooms and swapped stories of our previous bitch posse escapades. We thought about where we might go for our semi annual bitch posse trip...but we never really set anything in stone. We prefer to live by the seat of our pants. We laughed a lot, we drank a bit and we munched too much. Hooray for Wednesday night volleyball!

March 26, 2003

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

If you need a belly laugh you MUST read this story in Bitch Sessions.com...My Dad Made Me Shit On My Favorite National Monument by Yoda...heeheehee
If you need a belly laugh you MUST read this story in Bitch Sessions.com...My Dad Made Me Shit On My Favorite National Monument by Yoda...heeheehee

March 25, 2003

Birthday Info

Here is a link that pops up some interesting info when you type in your birthdate...here's mine...

You said your birthday is 5 / 5 / 1966

which means you are 36 years old and about:

47 years 3 months younger than Zsa Zsa Gabor, age 84

35 years 11 months younger than Clint Eastwood, age 72

33 years 3 months younger than Kim Novak, age 70

30 years 3 months younger than Burt Reynolds, age 67

26 years 3 months younger than Nick Nolte, age 63

25 years 0 months younger than Ann-Margret, age 61

19 years 2 months younger than Billy Crystal, age 56

16 years 6 months younger than Whoopi Goldberg, age 53

13 years 9 months younger than Robin Williams, age 50

9 years 10 months younger than Tom Hanks, age 46

7 years 5 months younger than Jamie Lee Curtis, age 44

5 years 1 month younger than Eddie Murphy, age 41

4 years 3 months older than Jennifer Lopez, age 32

12 years 10 months older than Jennifer Love Hewitt, age 24

21 years 11 months older than Haley Joel Osment, age 14

and when these movies were released in the U.S. your age was:

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner: 1

Midnight Cowboy: 3

The Godfather: 5

American Graffiti: 7

Jaws: 9

Star Wars: 11

Animal House: 12

Star Trek: The Motion Picture: 13

ET: 16

The Terminator: 18

Top Gun: 20

Planes, Trains & Automobiles: 21

Steel Magnolias: 23

Home Alone: 24

Wayne's World: 25

Jurassic Park: 27

Forrest Gump: 28

Fargo: 29

Saving Private Ryan: 32

Toy Story 2: 33
Here is a link that pops up some interesting info when you type in your birthdate...here's mine...

You said your birthday is 5 / 5 / 1966
which means you are 36 years old and about:

47 years 3 months younger than Zsa Zsa Gabor, age 84
35 years 11 months younger than Clint Eastwood, age 72
33 years 3 months younger than Kim Novak, age 70
30 years 3 months younger than Burt Reynolds, age 67
26 years 3 months younger than Nick Nolte, age 63
25 years 0 months younger than Ann-Margret, age 61
19 years 2 months younger than Billy Crystal, age 56
16 years 6 months younger than Whoopi Goldberg, age 53
13 years 9 months younger than Robin Williams, age 50
9 years 10 months younger than Tom Hanks, age 46
7 years 5 months younger than Jamie Lee Curtis, age 44
5 years 1 month younger than Eddie Murphy, age 41
4 years 3 months older than Jennifer Lopez, age 32
12 years 10 months older than Jennifer Love Hewitt, age 24
21 years 11 months older than Haley Joel Osment, age 14



and when these movies were released in the U.S. your age was:
Guess Who's Coming to Dinner: 1
Midnight Cowboy: 3
The Godfather: 5
American Graffiti: 7
Jaws: 9
Star Wars: 11
Animal House: 12
Star Trek: The Motion Picture: 13
ET: 16
The Terminator: 18
Top Gun: 20
Planes, Trains & Automobiles: 21
Steel Magnolias: 23
Home Alone: 24
Wayne's World: 25
Jurassic Park: 27
Forrest Gump: 28
Fargo: 29
Saving Private Ryan: 32
Toy Story 2: 33

March 22, 2003

Somehow, even though my horoscope claims that those born May 5th are Taurus the Bulls and even though in China I'm known to be a Horse...I have come to believe I really belong under this sign!


Here is a link for all those interested in
Feng Shui and finding our their Chinese zodiac signs. I am a horse (strange coincidence...note to readers...check out Shirley Kay Poniday) and my hubby is a snake. As I was reading through his snake scope I noticed that he would do well to keep away from areas of illness...our bad...he is a pharmacist...I am a nurse...yikes! I noticed in my horse tales it says that I may enjoy a career expansion or promotion...well...I did change jobs...but my wages were slashed...hmmmm...not much of a promotion I would say...or...is it...who knows what the future holds...


Snake (1929, 1941, 1953, 1965, 1977, 1989, 2001)
�The Healthy Snake keeps away from germs.�


A natural philosopher, the Snake is blessed with a profound wisdom. Always on a mission, they are dedicated to their chosen quest. Snakes are seductive and mysterious, blinding many with their hypnotic charm. Also vain and high tempered, snakes have a tendency to be lured by physical beauty. They have an unforgettable elegance and style. The Boar is your enemy. However, the Ox, Rooster are friends.



Snake persons will be on the move as there will be many reasons for travel in 2003. Snake persons are extremely sensitive to new environments and although they will enjoy refreshing adventures and friends, they must keep their wits about them as chances are foreign germs and different culture or practices may be stressful or troublesome. Snake persons may need to take a break or tend to family relations, as there may be illness or grief. Snakes do well to keep away from infection and places of illness or negative energies such as the hospital, cemetery, or morgue. If bad dreams and insomnia keep Snake persons from being their sharp and focused selves, they benefit to connect with nature and meditate. Female Snakes in particular need to take extra care of health especially if they are pregnant this year. September and January (2004) are stronger months while care should be take in February, April and November.

Energy adjustment: Snake persons wearing the clear quartz enhance their health. Better yet, wear a mantra shirt for protection against infection and negative energies. Feng shui paintings, �Meditation to Release From Spells� and �Six Bridges�to release at home or in the office keep troublesome people away from Snake persons.


Horse (1930, 1942, 1954, 1966, 1978, 2002)
�The Jubilant Horse wins with flying colors.�


A free spirit, Horses cherish their independence. It's hard to slow them down because they are always on the move and often become impatient and ostentatious. They are popular and attractive to the opposite sex. Horses are given the power of persuasion to obtain whatever they desire. They need constant stimulation to appease their wild soul. Marry a Tiger, Ram, or Dog, but never a Rat.

Horse persons come into the new year shining and rejuvenated. Like a perpetual spring, they are blossoming in an aura of happiness that brings stable love, fame and good reputation. Horse persons are likely to enjoy career expansion or a promotion in their jobs. Their diligence pays off as new and stable wealth is attained in 2003. Young Horse persons, especially those with good feng shui, do well in school and make achievements in scholarship. Overall, there are few complaints for the Horse as they live the easy life. February, July and October are particularly sweet while there may be some challenges in June and December for the Horse person this year.

Energy Adjustment: Horse persons can use the symbol of the dog or dragonthis year to enhance their energies. Feng shui paintings, �Meditation for Family and Career Achievement� and �Dreams Come True�.in the home or office reinforce Horse persons� accomplishments this year.

It is important to note that the zodiac readings are general interpretations from the Chinese Almanac or Tong Shu. There are over thirty factors that influence our life�s energies and a personal consultation provides more accurate details pertaining to individual circumstances.




Do you like etch a sketch? Click on "sketch" to go to a fun site. I got the link from [b3ta],,,a great place for wasting time.

March 21, 2003

What would you think if you looked out your window and saw...this idling in your driveway?
Okay...here's the scoop: we won one and we lost one last night. So we are 2 and 2...which ain't all bad...although...I may have neglected to say that the 2 wins we posted were to...ahem...well...significantly younger volleyballers...more like...babies...junior high age anyway...damn...we are getting old...ahhh well...we sure smacked the crap outta that team...why...they'll think twice about messin with us broads! They probably went home crying to their mama's...!
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March 20, 2003

Tonight is volleyball night. Let the BP be victorious!!

March 19, 2003

Here are Wednesday whatifs? Feel free to join in and answer these questions!

. What if your best friend asked you to go on Jerry Springer with him/her?

I'd wonder if it would involve the pregnant cousin of my husbands' old girlfriends' brothers ex-lover's 1st child from his 3rd wifes' cousins' "odd marriage" involving a barn, a fur coat, and a horse named Ed.

2. What if you found out your mother/guardian was dancing in a strip club in order to pay for your food and clothing?

Eeeewwwww...depends on the food really...I mean...really

3. What if you discovered that your significant other had a crush on someone you hate?

He'd think CRUSH

4. What if you found out your father was having an affair with your best (female) friend?

DOUBLE EEEWWWWWWWUCKKKKKK and BLEGHK

5. What if your best friend revealed that he/she was legally married to an animal (as in a horse or a dog), and claimed that they truly loved them as though it were a person?

I'd take pictures and send them in to National Enquirer and make a mint! Of course after I bought the lovely couple a pair of matching leather collars and jewled water dishes. Rowwwrr


March 18, 2003

The kids sang and danced in the rain yesterday and would you believe our luck�it�s misty outside again! The robins are chirping and hunting worms, the wind is soft, the sky gray, and I think its just heaven.
I had to work early today and got up at 5 am. The moon was behind a froth of clouds and the sky was luminous. It was beautiful�well worth getting up at that early.
Today is my baby boy�s 9th birthday. I can�t believe it�my kids are growing up in spite of me. .
1. What if you could have one super-human power -- what would it be?
Super human hair...I mean...does Wonder Woman ever have to use mousse? or hairspray? or sleep with her panties on her head to keep the curls from "falling out"

2. What if you had the ability to change one thing about the past -- what would it be?
That one night on VIP BP Farr's B-day...at the sports bar...the takillya (tequilla) surprise...surprised me and the rest is...gulp...history...

3. What if you could read people's thoughts -- whose would you read, and what would you look for?
That would be a terrifying skill to have...I don't wan't it...I couldn't imagine wanting to read anybody's thoughts...I have a hard enough time getting my own thoughts straightened out

4. What if you could stop time for one hour (this includes freezing people in their tracks -- you're the only one "alive") -- what would you do?
I would gather everyone in the auditorium, dress to kill, and sing song after song...give a concert.

5. What if you could predict the future -- what do you see?
More laundry, more dishes, more gray hairs...

March 16, 2003

Lawn Yawn Gawn

The weather has been ~exquisite~ here. I'm beat...hubby and I have been working outside all day cleaning out the flowerbeds and the worn out rug we call a lawn. We definitely need some serious help with our grass. Last year it didn't warn us...one day it just committed suicide...in large patches. I tried the I know I'm bald but I'll comb my 4 straggly hairs from the back of my head over my bald pate kind of thing with the weeds surrounding the patches...but that didn't work. I even tried replanting and watering regularly...sadly...no results. Not even a weed would poke its head through that dirt. Our sprinkler system has been useless for around 3-4 years and we just haven't done anything about it. I'm thinking either the time has come for a cool change or we need to think about putting in A) cement where all our grass is B) gravel C) a moat or D) sand and cactus. I'm leaning heavily forward the sand thing because I have this sort of beach vision and can just about feel the sand between my toes and a cool margarita in my hand while I meander out to watch the sand volleyball in my backyard...sigh...WAKE UP IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!! Sorry...must've had heat stroke today.
The weather has been ~exquisite~ here. I'm beat...hubby and I have been working outside all day cleaning out the flowerbeds and the worn out rug we call a lawn. We definitely need some serious help with our grass. Last year it didn't warn us...one day it just committed suicide...in large patches. I tried the I know I'm bald but I'll comb my 4 straggly hairs from the back of my head over my bald pate kind of thing with the weeds surrounding the patches...but that didn't work. I even tried replanting and watering regularly...sadly...no results. Not even a weed would poke its head through that dirt. Our sprinkler system has been useless for around 3-4 years and we just haven't done anything about it. I'm thinking either the time has come for a cool change or we need to think about putting in A) cement where all our grass is B) gravel C) a moat or D) sand and cactus. I'm leaning heavily forward the sand thing because I have this sort of beach vision and can just about feel the sand between my toes and a cool margarita in my hand while I meander out to watch the sand volleyball in my backyard...sigh...WAKE UP IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!! Sorry...must've had heat stroke today.

March 15, 2003

Bitch Posse Volleyball

How do you like the new look? I just got a kick out of the graphic and I've been working for about 1 million hours straight to get it set up. I know...how sad that it took me that long. I'm not in love with the uppercase thing...but I'm too damn tired to mess with it now...and my time is off too...oh well....gnight....zzzzzzzzzzz...ps.......go visit Tart Graphics...they ROCK! pss............we won 1 game last night and we lost one game....not bad for a bunch of old broads with a tiny beer buzz........
How do you like the new look? I just got a kick out of the graphic and I've been working for about 1 million hours straight to get it set up. I know...how sad that it took me that long. I'm not in love with the uppercase thing...but I'm too damn tired to mess with it now...and my time is off too...oh well....gnight....zzzzzzzzzzz...ps.......go visit Tart Graphics...they ROCK! pss............we won 1 game last night and we lost one game....not bad for a bunch of old broads with a tiny beer buzz........

March 14, 2003

I've got a couple of minutes before I go play volleyball with the BP's! Whooeeee! I ready! I've got a Michelob Ultra in my hand, I found a pair of knee pads (thin as a mini) and my first buddy just showed up! Byee...more later!

March 11, 2003

I just woke up from an extremely frightening dream. I don�t think I�ve ever dreamed in such vivid detail before. I dreamed I was being stabbed while a policeman watched. There is so much more than that, but the gist of it was someone was attempting to kill me while no one helped me. It was in full color too. I could see and sense details about the cop and the person committing the crime. When I woke up I was scared to death. My immediate thought was to check the kids. I was sobbing so hard my husband woke up. He checked the kids for me hugged me and I told him my dream.

I was at work, my old job at the assisted living. In my dream it was attached to the hospital. I was moving slowly through my work because I knew it was my last day. I walked along the halls and there were people in wheelchairs and housecoats talking to one another. I went into a patient�s room and it was an old home health patient of mine from years ago. She is now gone to heaven. In the dream she was confused and calling her pharmacist by using a blow drier. A med aide came in and we looked at each other over the patient�s head. We settled her down and as we left I remember thinking�I haven�t done a good job here. This person should be in the nursing home, not assisted living. The realization that I actually hadn�t done a good job hit me then. I remember feeling sad and tired. I went to the nurse�s station and sat down to chart. Two of the Doctors were there along with a couple of med students. They were being quizzed and there was some good-natured arguing going on. Out of the blue a student turned to me and said, �Would you like me to read to you?� I love to be read to and so I nodded and he began. There were too many people visiting and asking me questions for me to concentrate on the story. I walked down the hall to the lab and while I was there my old co-worker (who incidentally doesn�t work at assisted living any more either) was there. She asked me if my lab test had returned yet and I answered, �No, it will take a few more weeks�. The lab director said he was going to look into it. While I was there, I also knocked over a desk filled with lab reports and the lab director helped me to fix the table upright before I left the hospital/assisted living. I began walking home. I hadn�t told anyone it was my last day and I felt sad and very tired. I felt alone. I was walking by our high school and then I saw my soon to be assailant standing there. I knew him. For here I will call him �M�. He is a mildly retarded man one year older than me and lives in this town. I haven�t really seen him for years. Maybe I should say I haven�t really noticed him before. Standing behind him was a huge burly cop. He was balding, with his skull narrowing at the top. Not a �pin head� but just a ridge that ran along the top of his head. He had some dark fuzz standing there. Not much, kind of like a 5 o�clock shadow. For some reason I thought of him as a ref, or in the military too. I had never seen this man before. The retarded gentleman approached me and I noticed he had a knife in his hand. He had such a blank stare on his face. Devoid of emotion. I didn�t run away. I knew I had protection. I said �What are you doing?� and �Put that down!� Still he approached and I was soon backed into a corner of the building where I couldn�t escape. I huddled down on my knees using my arms to protect myself while shouting, �Keep away!� and �Help!� and the cop entered the scene. He stood behind my attacker and watched. His eyes were hard flat black dots. He did not try to stop my torture. Finally when the knife pierced through the back of my coat and entered the skin of my back I screamed, �Get this motherfucker off of me!� The cop then grabbed M�s hand that held the knife and turned it onto his own arm. He made M slice his own forearm twice. The blood was pouring all over. I could sense the rage of the cop. He was going to kill this man right then and there. Who knew if he was going to stop with M I screamed, one of those long blood-curdling screams like in the horror flicks. The scream seemed to echo between the brick buildings. I ran out and as I did I could see/sense that M was getting his neck twisted and broken. The cop emerged from between the buildings covered in blood. I stood there and screamed. That is when I woke up in a horrible fright. I had such an awful feeling. I wondered if I had suffered a silent heart attack, or I was on the verge of an aortic aneurysm, my cat hopped onto the bed and I wondered if she had scratched at me wanting to be fed. I wondered, �Why did I have this dream?� I cried and finally got hold of myself. I had to write the dream down to try and get rid of it. I hope it�s dusted out of my mind now.

March 09, 2003

I�ve been watching basketball games these past few days at the girls state tournament. Our girls made it to the semi-finals. We are proud of them! We hung around and watched more of the semis and then the next day; a final. During our three-hour trek home we listened to some of the finals on the radio and when we got home we raced into the house to watch two more finals. We also had to switch to the Creighton game once in a while and watch that too close game Anyway during one of the last games I heard a comment on the T.V. that really angered me. The announcers were enthralled with a certain player and one went so far to state (word for word) �She plays like a boy!� Later the guy comes back on and says (probably after his boss, a woman thumped him on the head) �I don�t want to be sexist but she really does play like a boy�. Pathetic person. UGH

March 06, 2003

I have been working so much lately I haven't had time to get my paycheck oofta checked out. In fact when I do get home I'm beat. I am really enjoying the extra surgery hours. But, the crap continues. I think we all know a person who is the epitome of efficiency. The one who can organize anything to a "T". The person who keeps things in line. Well we have one of those people and she is called our central scheduler. She not only helps keep patients lives organized but OURS too! Unfortunately she has put in her 2 week notice. She does SO many little things AND big things that I shiver to think what it will be like without her. Well it is bad enough to lose a friend and co-worker but now we find out that the schedulers position is going to be DONE AWAY WITH. Good Grief! So frequently the jobs that go unrecognized...are the most important. Imagine that you found a lump in your breast...you make an appointment with your physician and he says..."You need a mammogram ...call the hospital and they will set you up with a time"...you call...someone answers(not the usual person you talk to...just someone who answered the phone)...they set you up with a time...you show up...the time is screwed up...they(a different someone than the one who set you up for the first one) reschedule you...you show up...the time is wrong...oops...they(whofrickingever ) forgot to call you...you get another appointment...show up...hooray...they can "work you in" , have the mammo ...you find out that you have breast cancer. Now...what just happened here that shouldn't have? Wouldn't you just wonder...What if? What if I'd gotten in sooner? What if there had been someone who knew what they were doing and I'd gotten in right off the bat? Then again maybe you believe that everything happens for a reason...that you were meant to have cancer...that all the coincidences were orchestrated to create the outcome you now face...whatever...I just hate to lose our scheduler ...it reeks of stupidity!!!! What the hell is wrong with the people in charge...?! How can we get through to you...?

March 01, 2003

For Ann (1961-2003)

The grace, the smile, the dignity through it all

Inward, the battle raged, taking no prisoners

Outward, not a scream, or a yell

Not a whimper or a tear

On raged the battle, the fate apparent for all to see

Ravaging the physical, taxing the mental

Yet the grace, the smile and the dignity...

And not a scream or a yell or a whimper or a tear

Except from me today

This poem was written by my husband and shares many of the feelings our community is going through at this sorrowful time. Please keep Anns family in your prayers.