Wrap Up

Grace sporting her new hair clip.

Adelaide on a present frenzy.

Mark secretly putting together Adelaide's kitchen in our room on Christmas Eve.

One delicious meal after another!

Christmas holidays were verging on legendary this year. WOW. Thanks to everyone reading this who sent cards and gifts, or who sat at our table and chit chatted for hours on end or played with Addie until you were worn out, or distracted Mark from his iPod Touch (haha) or just added JOY to our lives in 2009. We have just been overwhelmed - we are so rich in love!
Now, our plan is to count down to New Year on English time tomorrow evening as there is no way Addie will stay up until 11pm even. That means at 7pm our time we'll be singing, jumping, lighting sparklers and clinking glasses. Everyone else will just be late!

Mr.Hardy and I went on a smashing date to see Sherlock Holmes this week. I have been looking forward to this film for quite a while now and have to say I highly recommend paying to see it in theatres. It was a bit dark, quirky, suspenseful, and humorous of course. I particularly liked how Holmes was portrayed as almost mad. You can't expect more from a genius, can you?

On a totally separate note, I have had a number of requests to see Mark's 2009 Christmas Quiz. Here it is, displayed in all of Papyrus' splendour. You can imagine his face upon opening it.
He scored a whopping 60%, and didn't use his lifeline of phone-a-friend (yes, that would have been you, James). How many can you solve?

Moving Pictures

So, I'm not really the best person to write this post. I think my good friend James Bower is actually the expert on the subject. But as he's not posted anything like this yet, and as I guess my opinion is just as valid, if not as informed, as his, then I'll have a go.

What are my top five Christmas movies?

I'm going to say this right off the bat. I've never watched White Christmas or It's a Wonderful Life all the way through before, so they didn't make the list. Maybe one day I'll watch them. Maybe I won't.

I also feel like there should be an honourable mention here for The Snowman. It didn't make my final list, because it's not a movie. But it's excellent, and to my mind the best animated Christmas film. If you haven't seen it (and if you're not from England, the chances are you haven't) then I suggest you find some way of seeing it. Right, on with the list, then.

5. Elf.

Will Ferrel was the perfect choice for the lead role in this movie. Buddy the Elf is so silly and childish, which Ferrel pulls off really well, and it's so different from his usual stuff that I can still watch it without getting bored.
The story, as with most modern American Christmas movies, is generally focused on the importance of Christmas Spirit, without which Santa (the true hero of Christmas) is unable to operate.
That being said, it's not too insipid, and it's all rather light-hearted.
I also love how wholesome it is. There's a love interest. They kiss. There's even a shower scene. but there isn't a hint of sexuality in it. It's about finding love, not sex.
Thoroughly enjoyable.


4. Santa Claus (AKA Santa Claus the Movie)

Dudley Moore. Loop the looping reindeer. Exploding candy canes. Need I say anything more? A favourite from my childhood.

3. Scrooged

A very 1980s take on the classic Dickens story. Bill Murray plays Frank Cross, a hardened, and rather odd television programming executive. His love of money and his career has made him lose sight of what really matters. True to the original, he is visited by three ghosts (four if you count his old boss) who show him the true meaning of Christmas. The whole thing runs alongside the preparations for (and execution of) Cross' own rather selfish televised version of A Christmas Carol, leading to an excellent scene of confusion later in the film.
The movie really plays on the success of Ghostbusters, which had been a smash hit for Murray four years previously. The design of Scrooged is excellent, with very memorable ghosts. I particularly enjoy the Ghost of Christmas Present, who is rather silly, and just a touch violent.

2. The Muppet Christmas Carol

Whenever I watch one of the newer Muppet movies, I'm rather disappointed. I always expect them to be so good, and most of the time they're terrible. Even watching the old Muppet Show episodes is a bit of a let down for me.
But this version of A Christmas Carol is fantastic.
From start to finish, the direction is pretty much flawless. Michael Caine is perfect as old Ebeneezer, and the casting of Waldorf and Stadtler as Marley and Marley is inspired. I even find myself singing the songs in the middle of summer. This movie alone is probably the reason I expect so much from all the other Muppet Movies. Brilliant.

1. Home Alone

This one has everything. Cute kid. Slapstick comedy. Scary old guy. Church scene. John Candy...
For me, it has some of the most memorable scenes of any Christmas movie, and I'm not just talking about the traps Kevin sets for the unfortunate criminals. Remember the movie Kevin watches? What about Beth's favourite, Uncle Frank: "look what you did, you little jerk".
Everything about it works for me. The score (John Williams) is excellent, and the soundtrack works really nicely too. I've probably watched it five times already this year, and I'm not tired of it yet.
The second one wasn't that shabby either. Too bad they had to ruin it with the third. Seriously.

Tis the season to be simple.

Today, in Adelaide's parent/tot group, we had the Christmas party. Ohhhhh yeah... you can imagine it. Lots of glitter, glue, stars, sparkles, songs, giggles, treats and group pictures.
I often wonder, would Christmas even happen without group pictures?
Much to my delight, everyone brought something delicious to add to the mix (one day I shall write about just how much I enjoy a proper potluck). It was super fun.

To be honest, I was going to write about our silly little Hardy Christmas traditions. Like how I draw up a wacky Christmas quiz for Mark every year and present him with it Christmas morn'. Or how we watch a crazy amount of classic holiday movies on Christmas Eve until we fall asleep.

So why am I still thinking about a little boy in the group who said to his mom the other night how he wished Addie was his sister? Not sure, really. It is obvious that this little tyke has seriously taken to our family. One of two twins, the other twin died shortly after birth. He is...well, he is just lovely that's all.

I sometimes think that everyone could really benefit from hanging out with littlies once a week or something. Does that sound ridiculous? Just an hour with some five-year-olds...it does me the world of good and brings me so much life. I wouldn't describe myself as a 'kid' person. I don't enjoy messy rooms or disorganization, I don't find it hilarious when my blouse has been coloured on, I dislike tantrums, and practically curl up in to the fetal position when a child picks their nose and eats it. IT KILLS ME just a little bit each time, I swear.

Check out the book of Matthew and you'll find something like this;
"At about the same time, the disciples came to Jesus asking, "Who gets the highest rank in God's kingdom?" For an answer Jesus called over a child, whom he stood in the middle of the room, and said, "I'm telling you, once and for all, that unless you return to square one and start over like children, you're not even going to get a look at the kingdom, let alone get in. Whoever becomes simple and elemental again, like this child, will rank high in God's kingdom."

Really? As in SIMPLE, simple?
Not Complicated. Unassuming. Sincere. Unpretentious. Not artificial. Humble. Easy to understand. Mere. Bare. Unmistakable. Guileless.
These words look and sound good for some reason. Now that you mention it, I do kinda like the idea of being that sort of person.
Here's the dilemma: I was that person. I was a kid! Then I put away childish things and I grew up. THAT is a good thing, my friend. It sure is in many ways.
Still, I guess there are ways of being and things on the inside that you just don't have to grow out of. Like being humble, or being sincere. It is so easy to be that person with kids.
Oh, how they see right through you....

Again, in the Amplified Version:

And said, Truly I say to you, unless you repent (change, turn about) and become like little children [trusting, lowly, loving, forgiving], you can never enter the kingdom of heaven [at all]. Whoever will humble himself therefore and become like this little child [trusting, lowly, loving, forgiving] is greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives and accepts and welcomes one little child like this for My sake and in My name receives and accepts and welcomes Me.

Would the world even go round if everyone subscribed to this? Hmm.

Now that Addie is in our lives, I think about verses and ideas like these a lot more.
I think I am starting to understand what Jesus was saying here, still only skimming the surface.
I bet Jesus made the best sandcastles, though...

Adelaide is no perfect little angel. She has grabbed things away from that boy I mentioned, sometimes accidently destroyed his craft or stepped on his foot - collided with him on the way to sit down for snack or outright ignored him...you get the idea. Still, he wants her to be his sister, apparently. She walks in every morning with a clean slate in his books.
Other than what to wear tomorrow, that's what I'm thinking about at the moment ;)

Red and Green

This video was a lot of fun to make. It is remarkable what one can accomplish while little girls sleep, isn't it? So, Mark's birthday and all relating festivities have come and gone. This can only mean one thing - that Christmas is around the corner. I am seeing red and green.

We have almost finished buying pressies. Our trip across the border to Buffalo in a few days will probably be the grand finale, although I am more excited to go ice skating there than to shop!

Today, I made a particularly wonderful purchase for the very occasion of Christmas ... a Christmas Vest. No, I am not kidding. This vest comes fully equipped with realistically-drawn images of Santa, reindeer, a sleigh, poinsettia flowers, red roses, red bows, and a green interior. Ah, tacky delight.
I have owned quite a few Christmas Sweaters, but never a vest. I can only imagine that this means Christmas will be extra special this year. *There was the year we went to a fancy dress party where I went as snow (not the rapper) and Mark was Mr. Tumnus: see below*.

While there are no pictures of said vest at the moment, it shall be on public display this month at a variety of functions. Will you behold it?

Toronto The Good

This is great. Gotta love this city...

Unfolding

"And what was said to the rose to make it unfold
Was said to me, here in my chest
So be quiet now, and rest."
-David Crowder

I love this lyric, it really speaks to me at the moment. For the past week I have been getting ideas for paintings at least three or four times throughout the day. Colours, themes, shapes - EVERYWHERE. I was helping Addie paint a picture at school today and trying my best not to take over!

My digital SLR has served me well over the past year as my creative outlet. And while I love living through the lens, I am SO ready to go back to painting and get my hands dirty.

*Seriously, they get really dirty and everything ends up smelling of oil paint.*

My beyond-supportive man is already keen to help me squeeze this in our schedules. And hopefully, we'll work it into being part of our weekly routine. Hopefully.
I wonder if this is how it feels to get over some sort of writer's block or something...

Now, off to dig out some materials!

If only

I worked in the same office as Dwight.K.Schrute. He is my favourite.

"I have been Michael’s number two guy for about 5 years. And we make a great team. We’re like one of those classic famous teams. He’s like Mozart and I’m like...Mozart's friend. No. I’m like Butch Cassidy and Michael is like...Mozart. You try and hurt Mozart? You’re gonna get a bullet in your head courtesy of Butch Cassidy."

"When I die. I want to be frozen. And if they have to freeze me in pieces, so be it. I will wake up stronger than ever, because I will have used that time, to figure out exactly why I died. And what moves I could have used to defend myself better now that I know what hold he had me in."

Student Life

A brief and insightful interview with Ryerson's President, Sheldon Levy, about smart cities.
Levy once said, "what is good for Ryerson is good for Toronto".
Well-into my third year of studies in this institution, I agree with that statement.

OK, now to finish my Criminology paper on community policing efforts...eesh.

This is new...

Mark is now officially self-employed. How exciting. We have never done this before, that's for sure. Like working for someone else, it has advantages and disadvantages. For example,
Advantage: he is home A LOT more/getting time off work is no problem.
Disadvantage: no more benefits.

I get a limited amount of benefits with my university tuition, thankfully. Still, not-so-good.

After our long visit to the UK in the spring, we decided to get our dentistry done there from now on instead of buy insurance here. It is much more simple. For example, at an NHS dentist we can get one, two, three or however many fillings we need filled for 45 pounds. One set price. Easy, right?

Here's the thing. My tooth hurts now...I think a cavity is starting to reveal itself.
Can I wait? I really want to wait. One thing I hate more than going to the dentist is PAYING him.

The Deepest Calm

"Isn't she lovely Isn't she wonderful..."
-Stevie Wonder

When I look at the photos of our old place (above), I vividly remember how tranquil and still it was for the first six months with our new babe. Everything from her cries, to her naps, to getting dressed, play times and even mealtimes...everything was full of such great gentleness.
We enjoyed countless long periods of silence as we simply watched her in awe and wonder. I look back and remember the deepest calm. "She's here, she's okay..."
Everyone said that precious time would go by fast.
Everyone was right.

Then Grace came. weighing at 7lbs, on October 20,at 9:38 pm our housemate Sallyanne finally met her wee angel. So far our place has been dim, quiet, peaceful... full of friends and family tip-toeing in to catch a glimpse of the newest member of The Social Club, as we like to call it.

That same wonderful atmosphere is back and I am soaking it up while it lasts.

She smiled at me in her sleep today, and Mark is more broody than ever ;)

"Life flies by in seconds
You’re not a baby
Gracie, you’re my friend
You’ll be a lady soon
But until then
You gotta do what I say"

Critical Instant

Check out this new blog for superb movie reviews. It is written by none other than James Bower, Lincoln native and cinematic genius. You may have seen him in the fancy role of best man at our wedding. We are so pleased that he is publishing these reviews to a blog finally!

Neighbours

Ah, yes...neighbours. As in people situated near each other and not the unbearable Australian soap opera that Mark may or may not like to watch (shhhh).
Neighbours can be wonderful things...they can also be terribly irritating sources of frustration. Do you have any horror stories? Thankfully, Mark & I have always had pretty cool neighbours.

Today we hung out with a local dad who brings his daughter to the same Family Literacy Centre that we attend- it's in the school across the road. This father, his wife & daughter happen to live just up the road from us. Either Mark or myself take Adelaide to the centre at least three mornings a week from 9-11:30AM (she squeals with delight upon arrival and immediately runs to give the teacher a hug) so we see the families there quite a lot. It's great. Great for kids and parents.

When we lived at Sherbourne & Wellesley we had an amazing neighbour right next door to our apartment. She was from Montreal, need I say more? We would go back and forth to each other's apartments in pyjamas most often, sharing food, wine, movies, and company all the time. It was so much fun. We thought we would never score a neighbour like that again. She was our Kramer.
We had to move, but we still see her. In fact, we got together last week and accidentally happened upon a cozy ol' diner on Richmond ... I love those kinds of discoveries :)

Today we were just really blessed when our new friend arrived for one of many successful & thoroughly enjoyable play dates. It's the little things, right? Turns out he was a DJ, just like Mark, so they had loads to talk about. And his wife is going through the same immigration process that we just emerged victorious from. And their two-year old is beyond adorable. Yes, above and beyond!

There are seasons in life. Living here, living there. Having one particular job, having another. Dating, engagement, marriage. Times of little, times of plenty. Everywhere I look I see that this is the right place for us in this season, or chapter of our lives...and I see it clearly. The right friends and Kramers are gathering around us to form what I like to call a beautiful mess - a tight-knit, caring community.
That's what we need...people, and support :) An unashamed MUST-HAVE.
Do you feel the same?

Just this morning, when grocery shopping with our housemate (who is still patiently awaiting the arrival of baby - I knew you would ask!) I thought to myself ahhhhhhhh I LOVE THIS!

I guess these baby steps towards community are really leading us somewhere...

Fourth.

Oh, Canada.

Thoughts on Love, from under the duvet.

"Won’t you still be mine?

If I end up with nothing
Then that’s a treasure I’d love to hold
‘Cause you were once inside it
Now there’s a memory made of gold
Well, you might be a believer
But I seem to turn your faith so cold

Why does anybody love?
Why does anybody love at all?"

This is such a moving song. I sometimes think it is impossible to find a Duke Special song that isn't, though... can't you just hear the desperation in his voice, here? Amazing.

Thoughts on love? I haven't got many tonight (I should have been asleep an hour ago, really. Adelaide wakes up at 6:30am!).

Just thinking how I get love wrong sometimes... and how I want to love better. Even though I get hurt sometimes, I want to be more open to love, more expecting of love. And even though it is hard to see in people sometimes, I just want to see love.

I want to be love.

Charlie & Lola

I like this show. It is adorable, British, and visually appealing.
Kind of like Mark. Hehehe...

OK, really- it has a rather sweet message. Charlie (older brother) & Lola (younger sister) are best mates. They go on all sorts of imaginary adventures together with Marv and Lotta. Sure, Lola can be a little irritating because she is so very little, but at the end of the day Charlie and Lola are indeed the best of mates. Some shows depict sibling relationships to be a never-ending rivalry that ends up turning poor ol' mum n' dad grey in their thirties. Sure, I pulled my sister's hair and she drove me mad, but somehow we would end up with the care-free giggles of childhood bubbling up out of our bellies. My sister, my brother and I were friends, and still are. We always will be.

When I married Mark I got a new sister and brother. One of the many bonuses of being a Hardy.

So call me cheesy, but I like the idea of getting along with family. And I like shows that promote this idea. I realize that it's not easy for everyone, as situations, histories, and values are different. And I don't mean to make the complexity of family relationships sound as simple as a paint-by-number picture. I do feel enriched, full, BLESSED even with the lot I have been given.
Where/who would I be without my siblings, all of them?

We don't have cable for a number of reasons. Besides the fact that we would rather create - draw, paint, knit, play, photograph, film, write, make playdough, bake, cook, etc- than watch television most days, a lot of the programs are annoying. Make that VERY annoying.

This one, however, I find rather charming.

:)

Toddler Time

A flash of rainbow colour
every morning
Assembling Mr.Potato Head
Fish sticks, broccoli
A cheesy macaroni mess
A playmate, a giggle friend
A vibrant little busy bee
Baby-no-more, you are a little girl
and a joy to be around.

Dancing when the music starts,
toys toys toys
Dress-up, singy songs
chalkboard business
running fast, babbling on
holding hands, kitty cats
Daddy, Mummy, stickers, hugging
fearless girl I have to say
it is so much fun when we hang out.

Saying 'panda', 'apple', and 'eye',
carefully pointing out
sticks and puzzles, and sliding down
splish splash in the bath
splish splash in the pool
a toothy smile
outings, naps
colouring
climbing up, having a snack
storytime is the very best
a face full of wonder
a total gem
Adelaide, you are such a clever girl.

Capitalising

Here I am with Adelaide and our favourite permanent resident of Canada (aka. Mark) in our capital city. I have one question. When did Ottawa get so flipping awesome?!

It has been years since I have been up Parliament Hill, and clearly I was too young to appreciate it, let alone other facets of the CLEANEST CITY EVER. The canal and river are breathtakingly huge, and the Byward Market is so full of magic! I could easily spend a fortune there on handmade clothes and accessories. Oh dear.

Anyway, we sat on The Hill last night watching the sound and light show, "The Spirit of a Nation", celebrating Mark's paperwork being processed in miracle-time. It was so much fun!

Hundreds of people were there, and most were stood up at the end for the National Anthem.

Now onto our favourite French gem, Montreal, for a tattoo expo and some time with friends.
I think Addie wants to 'draw on people like daddy' too. Check it out:

My place or yours?

Alright, there has been a serious lack of Hardy Party thoughts published on this blog.
Unacceptable! Please do let me explain...

The winds of change are blowing at a speed seemingly equivalent to that of the tornado that sped through Woodbridge, Ontario only a week ago. Two new jobs, various new projects, new university year for me, new immigration status for Mark, new place to live, some new friends even. I am thankful that these are all very good & exciting changes. Yet in the midst of it all our feet have felt the beach, and I assure you that we truly surrendered to summer's warm, relaxing embrace over the last two months. OK, we surrendered a bit too much to ice cream, though (how else do you cope without air conditioning people?!).
Now the days are beginning to get shorter, and yesterday I wore a cardigan. Beloved summer is starting to let go.

There are boxes & trusty blue IKEA bags on either side of me containing all of the material things we have managed to collect and call our possessions up until now. On Saturday we begin a new chapter of the Hardy Adventure Series, titled something like "Living in Community at Keele and St.Clair". The three Hardys, our cat Kramer, our friend Sallyanne, the wee baby girl inside her womb, and her kitten named Apple find ourselves sharing space and sharing our lives as one big family. We are SO excited. Our rented house sits across from a park with a soccer field, baseball diamond, kiddie park, and brilliant Early Learning Centre. We can walk to Little Italy, and Mark can cycle to work. My cheeks hurt from smiling :)

Adelaide is asleep on the couch (the only thing not packed). I wish you could see her- her adorableness all sprawled out. You would turn into a ball of mush!

So, now that somewhat of a legitimate update has been provided, what I am really thinking about is hospitality. Not like the kind you find at a quaint bed and breakfast on the outskirts of the city, which is rather lovely in it's own right. Instead, the kind that you find when you are sharing a meal specially cooked for you by someone with an attentive ear to your problems, your ponderings, your stories, jokes, and well being. You know, when your child could be having a screaming tantrum, and the other person's laundry might be piled nine feet high in plain sight, the garlic bread might be burnt, but you see a generous welcome in that someones eyes. You acknowledge the extent that special person went to serve you, and you kind of feel like a valued part of their beautiful mess.
To me, that is a snapshot of hospitality...and it goes beyond two friends or acquaintances. It has nothing to do with obligation or flattery and it has everything to do with caring for people and choosing community. It is a gift, is it not? Born out of the desire to serve, it has the potential to evolve into something powerful, creative and wonderful. Hospitality is especially memorable when it occurs between strangers, or people who barely know each other. As I look back, I can recall instances of what I can only describe as humbling hospitality- I will have to write soon about my visit to Beijing, which is the first example that comes to mind.

I have been thinking about hospitality because I really like it and desperately want to cultivate that gift in our home. I have been combining this thought with a quote running through my head recently, "whatever you do to the least of these, you do to Me." -Jesus

My favourite thing about Mark tattooing from home is making the coffee and tea. Honestly. I really really enjoy it. I get out a tray, and one of our cute tea pots, our favourite mugs...OK, stop laughing. It is the narrative that gets me though. I love it when people I have never met feel comfortable enough tell their story, even just the recent news over a cuppa. With Mark's new spot at I Love Mom Tattoos, I am going to have to fill our place with more people to make coffee & tea for. I am already fantasizing about making the peach-marscapone pie recipe I uncovered.

That brings me to my final thought for this post. With having received enormous amounts patience and help from my mom and dad this past year of living with them, it is them I have to thank for giving me an appreciation for hospitality in it's many forms, colours, tastes and smells. Whether it is for a meal, a celebration, or a place to sleep, my parents have always shown me how to give the best of what I have to people that need it by the way they opened their home. And even if they don't necessarily need it, people who are worth the effort.
The same can most definitely be said about Mark's mum & dad.
And I can only hope that we raise our sleeping Adelaide (omg, she is so flipping cute!) in such a way that she looks back on an open-door policy, and years of sharing our lives intimately with extended family & friends and sees something real and a kindness that sometimes resembles a beautiful mess. Not always easy, but beautiful ;)

"Zaccheus, you come down from there,
For I'm going to your house today"
-Jesus

Reality TV

The brilliant family that I get to work for as a Support Worker/Care-giver will be in the public eye two days in a row this week. See, besides the fact that he is entirely lovable, Owen's medical history and lack of diagnosis has people interested.

If you want a peek into their journey, and I guess a peek into a little bit of mine now as well, check it out. Here are the details.

They'll be great :)

Stinky Strike...

So, the City of Toronto is on strike. Apparently, they employees think it unfair that they might not get to keep all of their EIGHTEEN sick days a year, and they won't be able to BANK THEM ALL and CASH THEM IN WHEN THEY RETIRE! It seems to me that they are asking to keep benefits that are entirely unrealistic.

I've not met a single person yet who holds sympathy with the strikers. Here's why:

Garbage collection is on strike. No garbage collection + summer heat = stinky houses. All city trash cans and recycling bins in the streets are closed. Nowhere to put your trash + summer heat = stinky city.

City buildings are all closed while the strike is on. This includes city run summer daycare - so parents that need to work are stuck trying to find a solution. It also includes other kids and youth programs that are normally designed to keep kids out of trouble during the holidays.

All the pools are closed. The Toronto summer temperatures are regularly at about 30 degrees celcius. But nobody can go for a swim in the pools, because the staff are on strike. The pools had all been filled in preparation for the summer, but then the staff went on strike, so they were all emptied. All the water was wasted. And it will take 2 weeks from the end of the strike to fill them again.

The city run homeless shelters are mostly closed. There are people in this city that have been trying to get their lives back on track by finding a place to live in a shelter. They have been forced to move out. Now they're in the already overcrowded private shelters (like the Salvation Army shelters). They've lost their homes, and are effectively back on the streets.

All parks are technically closed. This means that all permits for events in the parks are cancelled. If you've planned some sort of special event or meeting in one of these parks, you can't do it now. When the strike ends, money paid for permits will be refunded, but I bet the city won't pay for all the stuff that people have bought/rented for these events and now have no use for.

All wedding chambers except the central location are closed. No matter if you've been planning your wedding for months, invited people, bought the dress, paid for the food, booked a reception hall, planned and paid for your honeymoon. If you have been planning to get married in a civil ceremony at the wedding chambers in York, Scarborough or East York, your wedding is now cancelled. Sorry!

This strike stinks. The city stinks of garbage. Kids have nothing to do. Parents are forced to pay more than they can afford to get daycare. People are left out of pocket. Homeless people are back on the streets. Weddings are cancelled. It stinks. I think it's selfish and greedy. And I think most people agree with me(check out the image).

Anyone want to do something about it? Any ideas?