1. Flying through assignments is always a good feeling.
2. Discovering you can go home a day early for break is awesome.
3. Don't do weird accents during class...you might be heard.
4. Hugs. Are. Beautiful.
"Hugging is a beautiful Western custom...When you hug...if you breathe in and out three times, your happiness will be multiplied at least tenfold." - Thich Nhat Hanh
This quotation is from the book Peace Is Every Step, which I am reading for my Buddhism & meditation class. When I got to class today, I wasn't fully prepared. I had only read half of the text and I wasn't too excited to be there in the first place. But then we started to discuss the text. Someone pointed out a section entitled "Hugging Meditation". This caught my attention.
Megan gives the best hugs. If you ever come to see us, ask her for a hug. I think I ask her for a hug at least two or three times a day. Your mood tends to become happier. This is pretty much true of all good hugs. Whenever I was having a bad night and I was an emotional wreck, a hug from my mom always made it a bit better. Or even we were kids. If we fell down or someone hurt us, a hug would tend to make it better. Hugs are the magical medicine.
Not all hugs have been great. Take the example of the kids I babysat. I have known them for nearly half their lives and whenever I see them, they give me a hug...but it's lame. It's half hearted, distracted, and weak. Thich Nhat Hanh says, "If you are distracted, thinking about other things, your hug will be distracted also, not very deep, and you may not enjoy hugging very much." True, ain't it? I always make the kids re-hug me and then they get it right.
Which leads me to think, why do we give weak hugs? I think part of it is that we are distracted, but I think it is because we don't realize how much of an effect we can have on people through our actions. A hug is a very simple thing; so is holding the door open or helping someone pick up something they dropped. But it can make or break a person's day.... "Actions speak louder than words."
Put all of yourself into whatever you're doing. Nhat Hanh talks about a parent ignoring their daughter. If they turn their focus on her, they become a real person. And, "when you become a real person, your daughter becomes real also. She is a wondrous presence, and a real encounter with life is possible at the moment. If you hold her in your arms and breathe, you will awaken to the preciousness of your loved one, and life is."
So the next time you hug someone, be there, not distracted by other things. You never know how long they will be there nor do you know how it is affecting them. And you never know, it might have an effect on you.
Peace!
-Nicole
PS You can now comment on the list of simple pleasures....so please let me know what to add!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Child's Play
1. Grammar hard at 12:20am.
2. Don't fall out of folding chairs.
3. Don't procrastinate... it's not too fun.
4. Be in awe.
For the past week Friday mornings, I have been volunteering at a daycare. I was assigned to the toddler room and at first, I was slightly concerned that I would be working with 15 toddlers. I had never worked with a group of kids that age in a controlled environment. But, I went for it, and boy, was I in for something great.
I think I have read the same children's book about 25 times in the past three weeks. It's the same one: Dinosaur Roar! It pretty much goes like this, "Dinosaur roar, dinosaur squeak. Dinosaur fat, dinosaur skinny. Dinosaur clean, dinosaur slimy." It continues on like this for a few pages more. It really has no point, but the pictures are fairly colorful and it's cute to see the kids roar whenever it comes up. At first, I thought it was cute.
But then I read it 6 times in a row and it got fairly old. The same thing happened the next week, and then again the next time I came. Always the same book and always the same reactions from the kids. Just as I was about to chuck the book across the room, I thought, "Why can't you be like the kids and read the book like it is the first time?" It seemed that every time I read the book again to them, they got something else out of it. They look at the pictures and try to find something new or they point out something familiar. They are excited to show me the little bird in the corner of the page they found the first few times the book was read. They are in constant awe of the book.
And it isn't just the books they come at with new eyes every time. A man and his dog always pass by the window every time I am there. And every time, the kids run to the window and wave to the dog. The man and his dog haven't changed since the last time they saw them, but they still have the same reaction: one of wonder and awe.
Children follow by example and they imitate nearly everything they see. So why don't we reverse what happens and imitate them? Children are happy and don't worry about much. They see the world through different eyes; everything is something to explore and something to learn from. Everything is awe-inspiring.
So, why not have child's play? It seems to work for them. So why not us?
Peace!
-Nicole
2. Don't fall out of folding chairs.
3. Don't procrastinate... it's not too fun.
4. Be in awe.
For the past week Friday mornings, I have been volunteering at a daycare. I was assigned to the toddler room and at first, I was slightly concerned that I would be working with 15 toddlers. I had never worked with a group of kids that age in a controlled environment. But, I went for it, and boy, was I in for something great.
I think I have read the same children's book about 25 times in the past three weeks. It's the same one: Dinosaur Roar! It pretty much goes like this, "Dinosaur roar, dinosaur squeak. Dinosaur fat, dinosaur skinny. Dinosaur clean, dinosaur slimy." It continues on like this for a few pages more. It really has no point, but the pictures are fairly colorful and it's cute to see the kids roar whenever it comes up. At first, I thought it was cute.
But then I read it 6 times in a row and it got fairly old. The same thing happened the next week, and then again the next time I came. Always the same book and always the same reactions from the kids. Just as I was about to chuck the book across the room, I thought, "Why can't you be like the kids and read the book like it is the first time?" It seemed that every time I read the book again to them, they got something else out of it. They look at the pictures and try to find something new or they point out something familiar. They are excited to show me the little bird in the corner of the page they found the first few times the book was read. They are in constant awe of the book.
And it isn't just the books they come at with new eyes every time. A man and his dog always pass by the window every time I am there. And every time, the kids run to the window and wave to the dog. The man and his dog haven't changed since the last time they saw them, but they still have the same reaction: one of wonder and awe.
Children follow by example and they imitate nearly everything they see. So why don't we reverse what happens and imitate them? Children are happy and don't worry about much. They see the world through different eyes; everything is something to explore and something to learn from. Everything is awe-inspiring.
So, why not have child's play? It seems to work for them. So why not us?
Peace!
-Nicole
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Letting Go
1. Picking up an instrument and actually remembering how to play it is glorious.
2. It's okay to wake up at 4:30 am as long as you go back to sleep.
3. Hugs.
4. Labels are for soup cans.
Megan here, hope you're having a good Wednesday.
Well, I think National Coming Out Day ended up being a little more intense than we thought it was going to be, so I'll try to bring down the energy a bit.
To get straight to the point, letting go is hard. Letting go of anything is hard, whether that's the past, a dream, a friend, a pet. It is incredibly difficult. See, holding onto something creates a sense of security--it's a thing, a place, a state of mind that feels familiar, even if it isn't the greatest place to be, and holding on and being in that comfort zone lets you continue to sort of... operate within that mindset and not move past whatever it is you're holding on to. I guess it gives one a reason to be angry, or be cynical, or sit and dwell--but even if it isn't the best thing to do, it still has a bearing on your personality and it does/did have an effect on who you are. I know for me, it's also a huge wealth of fodder for creativity, and I like having not only an outlet, but power behind that outlet.
Having something that keeps sticking with you or baggage you can't seem to get rid of can be tedious in so many ways. It's a pain, but realizing when and why you need to get past something is a huge step forward. It also takes sacrifice. Not only do you have to let go of what you need to let go of, but you also have to let go of what that allowed you to do and who it allowed you to be. I told myself not too long ago that I would never write again if I could magically get rid of all my baggage and forget some things ever happened. Then the realistic part of me took over, and yes I do still write things. Fortunately, letting go of something also lets you get rid of the negative effects and exist as a better, more balanced person.
It's okay to let things go. It's okay to lighten the load and move on--heck yeah it's scary, but think of it as an adventure. Some of the best adventures are a little scary at times. Enjoy it. Leave more comments. Nicole wants feedback. So do I.
-Megan
2. It's okay to wake up at 4:30 am as long as you go back to sleep.
3. Hugs.
4. Labels are for soup cans.
Megan here, hope you're having a good Wednesday.
Well, I think National Coming Out Day ended up being a little more intense than we thought it was going to be, so I'll try to bring down the energy a bit.
To get straight to the point, letting go is hard. Letting go of anything is hard, whether that's the past, a dream, a friend, a pet. It is incredibly difficult. See, holding onto something creates a sense of security--it's a thing, a place, a state of mind that feels familiar, even if it isn't the greatest place to be, and holding on and being in that comfort zone lets you continue to sort of... operate within that mindset and not move past whatever it is you're holding on to. I guess it gives one a reason to be angry, or be cynical, or sit and dwell--but even if it isn't the best thing to do, it still has a bearing on your personality and it does/did have an effect on who you are. I know for me, it's also a huge wealth of fodder for creativity, and I like having not only an outlet, but power behind that outlet.
Having something that keeps sticking with you or baggage you can't seem to get rid of can be tedious in so many ways. It's a pain, but realizing when and why you need to get past something is a huge step forward. It also takes sacrifice. Not only do you have to let go of what you need to let go of, but you also have to let go of what that allowed you to do and who it allowed you to be. I told myself not too long ago that I would never write again if I could magically get rid of all my baggage and forget some things ever happened. Then the realistic part of me took over, and yes I do still write things. Fortunately, letting go of something also lets you get rid of the negative effects and exist as a better, more balanced person.
It's okay to let things go. It's okay to lighten the load and move on--heck yeah it's scary, but think of it as an adventure. Some of the best adventures are a little scary at times. Enjoy it. Leave more comments. Nicole wants feedback. So do I.
-Megan
National Coming Out Day
1. Finishing a paper feels really good, especially if it is over the page length needed and there is still more to write.
2. Sometimes all you need is a hug.
3. Uploading videos to Youtube is a difficult process.
4. I'm coming out as stunning and crazy...and an ally.
Today is National Coming Out Day. Today, instead of writing a ton of stuff, I want to share a few videos.
First off, here is the first video that inspired the rest of them:
Since I cannot seem to embed the videos, here are links to the rest of them:
Melissa's Message
Megan's Message
And finally, mine: My Message
Please check out other videos. Everyone has a story to tell. Let their words speak for me. Just know that if someone around you is struggling, the best thing you can do for them is to love them and be supportive. Whatever they're going through (whether it be coming out or anything else), all they need is someone to stand by them and be that little bit of love that makes any day a bit brighter.
Peace!
-Nicole
2. Sometimes all you need is a hug.
3. Uploading videos to Youtube is a difficult process.
4. I'm coming out as stunning and crazy...and an ally.
Today is National Coming Out Day. Today, instead of writing a ton of stuff, I want to share a few videos.
First off, here is the first video that inspired the rest of them:
Melissa's Message
Megan's Message
And finally, mine: My Message
Please check out other videos. Everyone has a story to tell. Let their words speak for me. Just know that if someone around you is struggling, the best thing you can do for them is to love them and be supportive. Whatever they're going through (whether it be coming out or anything else), all they need is someone to stand by them and be that little bit of love that makes any day a bit brighter.
Peace!
-Nicole
Monday, October 10, 2011
Note: Dear You
Dear Readers,
Exciting news! Today we hit 1,234 views! I don't know how this is bigger than 1,000 page views, but somehow it is.
Oh, and I want more comments. I know you are all reading this, but I still get no comments. You don't need a profile to post a comment. Please? I want feedback.
Another thing, check out the new page...it's a comprehensive list of simple pleasures. If you have something that you think should be added, just comment on the page and I'll list it!
That's all. Enjoy your Monday.
-Nicole
Exciting news! Today we hit 1,234 views! I don't know how this is bigger than 1,000 page views, but somehow it is.
Oh, and I want more comments. I know you are all reading this, but I still get no comments. You don't need a profile to post a comment. Please? I want feedback.
Another thing, check out the new page...it's a comprehensive list of simple pleasures. If you have something that you think should be added, just comment on the page and I'll list it!
That's all. Enjoy your Monday.
-Nicole
A Question
1. Striking a set for a play is fun... especially if you get to kick things down.
2. Rainy days are not always bad.
3. Some songs need to be listened to over and over again.
4. Ask questions. It's ok.
My theatre professor is obsessed with questions. He constantly tells us to ask questions, even if it seems irrelevant. I partially believe he just wants more opportunities to tell his crazy stories, but I also believe he has a valid point. Life is a bunch of questions. And don't we want to live life?
I used to be terrified to ask questions when I was with peers. I never wanted to seem dumb or naive. So, I tended to keep my questions to myself. I also never really asked questions when I was with adults. Sure, in class, I asked questions, but in conversation with adults I never really wanted to ask anything, again because of the fear I would be viewed as dumb.
I've noticed when I encounter someone who always asks questions at the appropriate times, I tend to view them as intelligent and curious, which is very different from how I think people view me when I ask questions. Just a thought.
When we are younger, we ask a ton of questions. Everything is a mystery and everything is new; we want and need to explore everything, so we ask questions. What happens that causes us to stop asking questions when we grow up? I think fears get in the way. I was reading a book for my writing class and the author, Chuck Klosterman, stated, "The more we know, the less we are able to feel." It seems when we are younger, we feel the world. We don't learn it, we simply feel it. Life wasn't about facts; it was about how we related to everything around us. We felt everything.
Why can't we go back to feeling the world? If life is questions and we want to live, then living is questioning. We won't grow unless we learn and feel the world around us. And what better way to grow and feel than to ask questions?
Don't be afraid to just ask. You may find the response interesting.
Peace!
-Nicole
2. Rainy days are not always bad.
3. Some songs need to be listened to over and over again.
4. Ask questions. It's ok.
My theatre professor is obsessed with questions. He constantly tells us to ask questions, even if it seems irrelevant. I partially believe he just wants more opportunities to tell his crazy stories, but I also believe he has a valid point. Life is a bunch of questions. And don't we want to live life?
I used to be terrified to ask questions when I was with peers. I never wanted to seem dumb or naive. So, I tended to keep my questions to myself. I also never really asked questions when I was with adults. Sure, in class, I asked questions, but in conversation with adults I never really wanted to ask anything, again because of the fear I would be viewed as dumb.
I've noticed when I encounter someone who always asks questions at the appropriate times, I tend to view them as intelligent and curious, which is very different from how I think people view me when I ask questions. Just a thought.
When we are younger, we ask a ton of questions. Everything is a mystery and everything is new; we want and need to explore everything, so we ask questions. What happens that causes us to stop asking questions when we grow up? I think fears get in the way. I was reading a book for my writing class and the author, Chuck Klosterman, stated, "The more we know, the less we are able to feel." It seems when we are younger, we feel the world. We don't learn it, we simply feel it. Life wasn't about facts; it was about how we related to everything around us. We felt everything.
Why can't we go back to feeling the world? If life is questions and we want to live, then living is questioning. We won't grow unless we learn and feel the world around us. And what better way to grow and feel than to ask questions?
Don't be afraid to just ask. You may find the response interesting.
Peace!
-Nicole
Friday, October 7, 2011
Simple Pleasures
1. Being attacked by leaves is not fun.
2. Close your window when it is windy...the window might fall off.
3. The library does close at 5pm.
4. Take joy in the little things.
I was sitting in my room today with my friend Brianna and Megan. Brianna said, "I think it is weird that people get really excited for going to Walmart. Carpooling to Walmart is an event around here." So, then we began to discuss how college has brought us back to simple pleasures. Here is our list:
- Carpooling to Walmart
- Pancakes
- Oregon Trail
- Pillow Pets
- Hot tea & Peace tea
- Free printing
- Cross walk signal is already at 'Walk'
- Squirrels
- Having a table open at dinner
- When the roommate is gone
- Eating Nutella
- Taking a nap
- Sitting on a couch
- TV
- Stamps
- Sunshine
- Throwing leaves at people
- Disney movies
- Coloring books
- Bubble wrap
- Chalk
- Dairy Queen
- Falling leaves in the sunshine
- Soft grass
- Cancelled class
- Skipping
- Having to evacuate and class is cancelled
- Free food
- Having a good hair day
- Back scratching
- Seeing people sleep in the library
- Chasing squirrels
- Back massages
- Butterflies
- When your mint opens easily
- Tickling
- Hot chocolate
- Good smells
- Snooze button
- Fresh laundry
- Star gazing
- Cookie dough
- Captain Crunch
- Fuzzy socks
So, here is my lesson: life doesn't have to be about the big things or the most exciting. It's about the simple pleasures. Take joy in life.
Peace!
-Nicole
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Hold on Tight
1. Doctor Who is weird.
2. Drink lots of water.
3. There's a light up ahead.
4. The rungs on loft ladders are slippery.
Megan here, happy Wednesday!
Today has the potential to be the most stressful day of my collegiate career thus far, complete with a blood donation, paper due, a meeting, and a group project. In short, I am hoping to crawl back to my room around 10 pm with one less pint of blood in me to start my homework for the night. It will be a marathon of a day.
It's a little bit funny, I always wake up in my loft and perform some tricky maneuver to get down that involves hanging on to weird handholds while finding the metal rungs, and the entire time I silently pretend to be some sort of spiderwoman. Why? Well because sometimes you slip off the rungs and if you're holding on tight you can calmly maintain control and touch down on tile as if you didn't just have a miniature heart attack. I don't really think anyone said that college would be easy. If they did, they lied. The only thing I can do today is hunker down, hold on for dear life, and give the appearance that it was all a planned stunt. It will end up all right. This too shall pass.
It makes me think though... I always pass off my tendency to worry as just a part of my personality. You know, a character flaw? But... what if it isn't? What if the tendency to worry is just another conditioned response to stimuli? I think it would be pretty cool if I could just retrain myself to take it all in stride like SOME people seem to be able to. (*cough* *cough* Nicole) I wonder if it would simply be a matter of retraining the brain to not associate "busy" with "stressful." Whatever the case may be, it's an interesting thought to ponder.
Well dear reader, it's time I get ready and go stuff myself full of protein laden eggs and cottage cheese. Take good care of yourselves. Take good care of each other.
-Megan
2. Drink lots of water.
3. There's a light up ahead.
4. The rungs on loft ladders are slippery.
Megan here, happy Wednesday!
Today has the potential to be the most stressful day of my collegiate career thus far, complete with a blood donation, paper due, a meeting, and a group project. In short, I am hoping to crawl back to my room around 10 pm with one less pint of blood in me to start my homework for the night. It will be a marathon of a day.
It's a little bit funny, I always wake up in my loft and perform some tricky maneuver to get down that involves hanging on to weird handholds while finding the metal rungs, and the entire time I silently pretend to be some sort of spiderwoman. Why? Well because sometimes you slip off the rungs and if you're holding on tight you can calmly maintain control and touch down on tile as if you didn't just have a miniature heart attack. I don't really think anyone said that college would be easy. If they did, they lied. The only thing I can do today is hunker down, hold on for dear life, and give the appearance that it was all a planned stunt. It will end up all right. This too shall pass.
It makes me think though... I always pass off my tendency to worry as just a part of my personality. You know, a character flaw? But... what if it isn't? What if the tendency to worry is just another conditioned response to stimuli? I think it would be pretty cool if I could just retrain myself to take it all in stride like SOME people seem to be able to. (*cough* *cough* Nicole) I wonder if it would simply be a matter of retraining the brain to not associate "busy" with "stressful." Whatever the case may be, it's an interesting thought to ponder.
Well dear reader, it's time I get ready and go stuff myself full of protein laden eggs and cottage cheese. Take good care of yourselves. Take good care of each other.
-Megan
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Going Crazy
1. Laundry - it might be good to do that.
2. Inspiration can be found in the weirdest places.
3. Sometimes staring at the ceiling is a good thing.
4. Be a bit crazy.
Megan and I have a saying: "Let's do it." whenever a crazy idea comes up. I don't particularly know how it started, but I do know we say it quite often. We now have started a list of crazy and not-so-crazy things to try. The list now includes things like getting a tattoo, dying our hair random colors, chasing squirrels for an afternoon, and moving to New York and becoming starving artists. Most of the things on our list are random and don't really make sense. But maybe the list isn't an that crazy or ridiculous idea. Maybe we all should have a list of crazy things to do.
We all have some sort of bucket list. I know for me I have shortened my Bucket List because most of the things on it were unattainable. My dream list became my realistic list. So what's the point of having a 'Bucket List' if nothing on it is slightly ridiculous? Why have I taken out the dreaming in my life? I think it is because I am afraid of failure (to an extent). I don't want to disappoint myself nor do I want others to think I didn't do what I set out to do.
But that's not true. No one will think I failed if I didn't become a Broadway star. No one will think my life was pointless because I didn't publish a book. Nor should I think my life is a failure just because I didn't do those things. My life is anything but a failure. Maybe I won't see the effects of my actions, but the ripples will be seen for quite some time. But I also don't want to settle for being boring. I want to be the big dreamer who everyone thinks is a bit off-kilter. I want to look at my Bucket List and think, "Hey. Let's do it!"with no expectation I will finish or succeed. The point of a Bucket List is to put a bit of spice into life.
And life is about living in the moment, enjoying it, and making a difference. So, let's do it. Let's live.
Peace!
-Nicole
2. Inspiration can be found in the weirdest places.
3. Sometimes staring at the ceiling is a good thing.
4. Be a bit crazy.
Megan and I have a saying: "Let's do it." whenever a crazy idea comes up. I don't particularly know how it started, but I do know we say it quite often. We now have started a list of crazy and not-so-crazy things to try. The list now includes things like getting a tattoo, dying our hair random colors, chasing squirrels for an afternoon, and moving to New York and becoming starving artists. Most of the things on our list are random and don't really make sense. But maybe the list isn't an that crazy or ridiculous idea. Maybe we all should have a list of crazy things to do.
We all have some sort of bucket list. I know for me I have shortened my Bucket List because most of the things on it were unattainable. My dream list became my realistic list. So what's the point of having a 'Bucket List' if nothing on it is slightly ridiculous? Why have I taken out the dreaming in my life? I think it is because I am afraid of failure (to an extent). I don't want to disappoint myself nor do I want others to think I didn't do what I set out to do.
But that's not true. No one will think I failed if I didn't become a Broadway star. No one will think my life was pointless because I didn't publish a book. Nor should I think my life is a failure just because I didn't do those things. My life is anything but a failure. Maybe I won't see the effects of my actions, but the ripples will be seen for quite some time. But I also don't want to settle for being boring. I want to be the big dreamer who everyone thinks is a bit off-kilter. I want to look at my Bucket List and think, "Hey. Let's do it!"with no expectation I will finish or succeed. The point of a Bucket List is to put a bit of spice into life.
And life is about living in the moment, enjoying it, and making a difference. So, let's do it. Let's live.
Peace!
-Nicole
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Home
1. Lazy Sunday afternoons are fantastic.
2. Nutella is delicious.
3. The History Channel is quite bizarre, especially the show Ancient Aliens.
4. The concept of home can change.
It's been four weeks. Four weeks since I started classes and nearly five weeks since I moved into my dorm.
When I graduated high school, I didn't cry nor did I rejoice. I wasn't particularly sad to be leaving my high school years behind, nor was I too ecstatic to be leaving. It just felt right to be done with high school. And it felt right to be moving to the next stage of my life: college.
I had split feelings about moving to college. On one hand, I was thrilled over the idea I would have my own place and I could choose what I wanted to study. But on the other, I loved my house. I loved my room and how it got a ton of light in the morning. I loved my kitchen and I loved having a bathroom to myself. But I guess, more than anything, I loved the concept of home. Being able to come to a place of comfort after a long day of classes, work, and practice and just relax. Seeing a very familiar face and know that they will care for you and love you no matter what. I didn't want to leave that behind when I went to college.
But, after five weeks of being here, I have discovered home is transferrable. My dorm has now become a place of comfort. My friends have become my family - the people I want to see and talk to after a long day. Every good feeling I had about my house I now feel about college. This is home. And I'm happy.
Though I could do with a more comfortable bed.
Peace!
-Nicole Kippen
2. Nutella is delicious.
3. The History Channel is quite bizarre, especially the show Ancient Aliens.
4. The concept of home can change.
It's been four weeks. Four weeks since I started classes and nearly five weeks since I moved into my dorm.
When I graduated high school, I didn't cry nor did I rejoice. I wasn't particularly sad to be leaving my high school years behind, nor was I too ecstatic to be leaving. It just felt right to be done with high school. And it felt right to be moving to the next stage of my life: college.
I had split feelings about moving to college. On one hand, I was thrilled over the idea I would have my own place and I could choose what I wanted to study. But on the other, I loved my house. I loved my room and how it got a ton of light in the morning. I loved my kitchen and I loved having a bathroom to myself. But I guess, more than anything, I loved the concept of home. Being able to come to a place of comfort after a long day of classes, work, and practice and just relax. Seeing a very familiar face and know that they will care for you and love you no matter what. I didn't want to leave that behind when I went to college.
But, after five weeks of being here, I have discovered home is transferrable. My dorm has now become a place of comfort. My friends have become my family - the people I want to see and talk to after a long day. Every good feeling I had about my house I now feel about college. This is home. And I'm happy.
Though I could do with a more comfortable bed.
Peace!
-Nicole Kippen
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