tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81625818011462210752024-02-20T10:54:41.919+00:00A Whittles in ParisWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-8826236644682870322009-06-25T22:32:00.003+01:002009-06-25T22:46:32.711+01:00Things I will do when I get back to the US<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Whiten my teeth. I love coffee and so do the French. The problem is that since they are obsessed with avoiding cellulite they have forgotten to stock their pharmacies with teeth whiteners.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Target. It was a tragity when I realized I had put all of my men's white Hanes V-neck shirts in storage! Good Lord-- this is a staple in my weekly wardrobe. A trip to Target will be a must.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Nordstroms. Both my watch and a pair of sunglasses have broke, and where do you take things like that in France...?? You dont, you wait to go to Nordstroms, the store that fixes everything in the world. Such a service based store--by nature-- could not be located in France. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Buy Running shoes :-) Running shoes are expensive here! Because only 5 people in France run, the six pairs of running shoes they sell are in very high demand, making them expensive.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Walgreens and buy lotion, dental floss and fingernail polish all for under $15. In Paris each of these items cost about 8 Euros each!</span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-66981974244483526242009-06-24T20:33:00.004+01:002009-06-24T20:51:53.487+01:00Madrid: a town of many flip flops<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOTTX82G0tLwNgCTotWqMwOPsYQP1QD55NRYP-8XE-1mx-NjrHqM4GNCgXTDzBxf1APIdOwyPY9uM_HKiczKCZXm8AYLH8IGxX4MFwL1GdoaAlM1i21zo2Dyg6kRVedqnrqWp6QIt04oQ/s1600-h/old-navy-1-flip-flop-sale-this-sat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOTTX82G0tLwNgCTotWqMwOPsYQP1QD55NRYP-8XE-1mx-NjrHqM4GNCgXTDzBxf1APIdOwyPY9uM_HKiczKCZXm8AYLH8IGxX4MFwL1GdoaAlM1i21zo2Dyg6kRVedqnrqWp6QIt04oQ/s320/old-navy-1-flip-flop-sale-this-sat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350983244536706882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> This past weekend I was in Madrid meeting my friend Brooke. It was very warm weather, but was better than rain. The first day I ventured off to the Sophia museum that Devon had recommended. It was my favorite museum and I spent about two hours there (which for me is a long time!). Then i sat outside and at lunch: tuna and some peanuts (I cant eat at restaurants, so traveling is difficult). Then I made my way to Puerto Sol which is the downtown shopping area it was nice but nothing special really. My trusty areo-soles sandals were giving me blisters after walking about 8 miles so I invested 20 Euros in a pair of flip flops known for being comfortable. I continued walking and went to the Royal Palace and the Cathedral which is next door. They have some very nice parks there and great fountains! I made my way back to my hostel to have my tuna and grapes for dinner and then found a movie theater that showed American movies. Angles and Demons in Madrid :-)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> The next day I met up with Brooke and Jenny and we made our way to the Thyseen Museum. It was a smaller exhibit but very nice, and their normal exhibit is very good and has a broad range. Next we went for some coffee-- I noticed how bad my feet hurt and it seems that my new flip flops were also giving me blisters so we stopped for band aides and kept on trekking! We walked along the Salamanca area, which is an upscale neighborhood. That's where I could no longer handle the blisters. After two sets of band aides that would not stay put due to the sweat on my feet I thought I was going to dieee!!!! So we started searching for new shoes for me (we had walked 10 miles thus far). The only thing we could find for under 30 Euros were a pair of clear plastic sandals with silver polka dots on them. They were being sold in a perfume store and i went in to try them on. As I tried them on I could see the owner of the store looking at my dirty, blistered feet-- thinking that I had BETTER be buying those sandals :-) I did, and we walked home. I immediately broke my Europe rule (no running shoes, unless I am running). I put on the running shoes and we headed out to continue our adventure! So when I am asked what I brought back form Madrid-- I brought back many flip flops.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> The next day I headed out to the local flea market (in my Nike's). There were SO many people!! I could hardly move, it was a sea of people. I walked for about an hour then abandoned the flea market-- it was so crowded I couldn't even see anything. I walked around the town a bit more and took my last pictures. After my last can of tuna I packed up my bags and made the way to the airport for my flight back to Paris. A nice trip, but good to be back home in Paris where I have shoes, the cool breeze and uncanned food :-)</span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-34987609063680931332009-06-23T20:37:00.004+01:002009-06-23T20:47:21.399+01:00Going to America: SummerThis Sunday I make my way back to the U.S.-- which is wierd to me. I will have a busy just setting 2 months. My schedule is the following:<br /><br />San Francisco-- June 28- July 8<br />Oregon-- July 8- 12 (For my Brother's wedding-- YAY!)<br />New York -- July 13- July 27 (School in New York and a visit with Timmy!)<br />San Diego July 28- August 15 (Home to see Dad and relax)<br />Los Angeles-- August 14-17 (To see the my sister's family)<br />San Deigo/ San Francisco-- August 17-26<br />Paris-- August 27....til whooo knows when :-)Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-5877527983594707222009-06-15T22:08:00.002+01:002009-06-15T22:25:53.578+01:00No finance for me???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUbzJnBc_BVwHlqlo7w5onepWlyLVur07rVnTn7fHkb1ZuoodRkuzRax3MtjnM-hU96stdhQE7MXz4xF7K0u0R6j7CPwHTHXNqPBgFTH4quxSRutkhpSYwH7cUY94Av9A1fYlEy5V69dM/s1600-h/finance.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUbzJnBc_BVwHlqlo7w5onepWlyLVur07rVnTn7fHkb1ZuoodRkuzRax3MtjnM-hU96stdhQE7MXz4xF7K0u0R6j7CPwHTHXNqPBgFTH4quxSRutkhpSYwH7cUY94Av9A1fYlEy5V69dM/s320/finance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347668629211341730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">So I was suppose to have class today but received an email from my school saying that International Finance would be postponed to June 28</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> because the teacher had an emergency. They said that they were aware that some students would be out of the country, as it is right before our seminars in New York and to alert them if this was your situation. So it is my situation and I emailed the school to ask them what my options were. The response was that I could write an extra paper to make up the units or use my "</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pre</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">" examination grade in it's place (this was basically a paper written with my application). I wrote back asking if this meant that I </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wouldnt</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> receive any schooling in finance, as I </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">didnt</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> find it a responsible (especially considering the recent financial turmoil) to send another MBA grad into the world with a complete lack of </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">knowledge</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> in finance. So I asked if maybe there was an online class I could take or maybe they could buy me a book...."finance for dummies"....I dunno maybe they could replace "human resource </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">development</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">" with finance, as it is easier to fake knowing how to manage employees as it is to fake knowing </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">finance</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">.</span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-27462203519537787822009-06-15T21:53:00.002+01:002009-06-15T22:07:00.416+01:00I cant Beleive I didnt think of this before!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUyATsCiyB0nIbo_mEw1Y1Js1sMAsGPuchsq6bCrvyKW254-Cgkb7YJ5aASopoerXV7fcskgCyquObEjXyNRC6nzNKFlp2Q7Ex4MsXPLQFOxOcDo-GWl-DRxAvKJ3Nirl-J-HlolKt98g/s1600-h/YoungAndRestlessLogo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUyATsCiyB0nIbo_mEw1Y1Js1sMAsGPuchsq6bCrvyKW254-Cgkb7YJ5aASopoerXV7fcskgCyquObEjXyNRC6nzNKFlp2Q7Ex4MsXPLQFOxOcDo-GWl-DRxAvKJ3Nirl-J-HlolKt98g/s320/YoungAndRestlessLogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347663822696864082" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">In my quest to speak french in some sort of functional manner I turned on the TV and changed the station from my British news to a french station and there it was....like a golden ray of light....YOUNG AND THE RESTLESS-- IN FRENCH. How have I lived here for 3 months and only discovered this NOW??? For those of you who don't know this is a soap opera that my Mom, sister and I have watched for the last 20 years. Its the same characters ect, just taped over with French words. They are about 3 years behind in the plot line. But that actually helps because I already know whats going on, so it gives me some context for the words that I dont understand. Anyways its on at 2 in the afternoon, perfect for my lunch time, so try to not call during that hour :-)</span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-12887757664953079702009-06-13T10:15:00.003+01:002009-06-14T09:57:40.156+01:00A boat trip on the Seine!<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> Tower and then around to the <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">The other night I went on a boat ride on the Seine. My friend Monica from school invited me. Monica is from Peru and moved to New York 4 years ago, not knowing any English, went to school and became an accountant. She always mixes English and Spanish on accident which makes our conversations fun, and our teachers confused. Anyways! Her friend organizes events and invited us on a tour of Paris. It was just starting to get dark and when we left and we went by the Eiffel</span> Tower, Musee D'orsay, Concorde, then turned around just before the Lourve to head back. On the way back it was dark and all the sites were light up with bright orange lights. It was beaaaaautiful! </span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-85443237728493060622009-06-13T10:08:00.002+01:002009-06-13T10:15:01.835+01:00French man purse...Men here have purses. Real purses. I think they are holding them for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">their</span> girlfriends and then I look for the girlfriends and there <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">arent</span> any. I was in french language class and my teacher -- Boris, was teaching me how to say hand bag "sac <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">du</span> main" (hand bag). He said "and you will also be seeing the men with the sac <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">du</span> main here, you like to call it the man purse. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LOL</span>. His wife is American so she had filled him in on the man purse saying and how silly it seems to us. I of course moved on to other subjects and taught him what "man-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dals</span>" are (men who wear <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">girly</span> sandals).Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-14080479344642617922009-06-10T09:15:00.001+01:002009-06-10T09:16:59.643+01:00Picasso Museum robbed!I live abou 4 blocks from one of Picasso's houses which has been turned into a museum and was robbed! Read this:<br /><br />http://perezhilton.com/2009-06-09-worth-millions-picassos-sketchbook-stolen-from-museumWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-25934234404226488742009-06-10T08:48:00.002+01:002009-06-10T08:58:10.198+01:00Trip to Versailles!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vE2x0wen-WMaojUYBmfko9J-L15GhqQEPY4zn63uXI0JMU0INqIZL1fSGECCeaoeLpxvGUJlpFmNSY1M96_VLw1Ywkb7CzPx-wmeMdhZlYmr_ssZl1NUSkWdW0GucUS99psP5Eie-ZY/s1600-h/DSC00882.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vE2x0wen-WMaojUYBmfko9J-L15GhqQEPY4zn63uXI0JMU0INqIZL1fSGECCeaoeLpxvGUJlpFmNSY1M96_VLw1Ywkb7CzPx-wmeMdhZlYmr_ssZl1NUSkWdW0GucUS99psP5Eie-ZY/s320/DSC00882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345605017886898162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">This was a busy weekend! Saturday my friend Jessica and I hopped on the train to Versailles. We got off the train and you walk a few blocks and see this enormous </span>monstrocity<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">! Versailles is HUGE. We walked in the main building and saw the famous hall of mirrors. There are several churches inside the compound because the King went to church every single day (cant imagine!). The gardens were even more amazing, they make up the size of a normal town-- so big! We walked around the gardens and the several fountains. I immediately felt like we were in sense and </span>sensibility<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">, the movie :-) There were even a small pen of sheep! Next was the chateau of Marie </span>Antoinette<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> which was some what humble </span>compared<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> to the rest of the estate and PINK! (and was far away from the rest of the estate), but if those walls could talk...! She also had a miniature theater built for her so she could take acting classes to improve her French (she was Austrian). The whole trip was fun, but tiring and </span>defiantly<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> recommended. I cant imagine living somewhere like that, it was really amazing. </span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-14708512037937662482009-06-10T08:36:00.003+01:002009-06-10T08:48:50.644+01:00Normandy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3iOzq1qNWTXwH_7XZaktih90DWeLCyduHU3wlGywPOoOp1unJCSo3lJ1_GmplTeHlSFzbETqgANQBWGnLUtszWfCvHAVoqI1KRiCzllLNtfE7gZbeOyZIKkCHFpY0AR9MmYPpGPV0_wQ/s1600-h/honfleur-inner-harbour.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3iOzq1qNWTXwH_7XZaktih90DWeLCyduHU3wlGywPOoOp1unJCSo3lJ1_GmplTeHlSFzbETqgANQBWGnLUtszWfCvHAVoqI1KRiCzllLNtfE7gZbeOyZIKkCHFpY0AR9MmYPpGPV0_wQ/s320/honfleur-inner-harbour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345602616034747634" border="0" /></a><br />This <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Sunday we headed off to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Honfleur</span>, a small town in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Normandy</span>. My friend Pascal drove and it took about two hours from Paris. I have driven the french countryside and it really just looks like driving through America. Similar to areas east of San Francisco. Its this cute town with very old and narrow streets, built on a hill. We got there and had lunch at a nice <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">restaurant</span> (well they had lunch at a nice <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">restaurant</span>, I had my sac lunch on a bench). Then we walked around the town. There was a really pretty wooden church. It was built 100% out of wood, which is very uncommon here. Then we walked along the harbor in a few little shops. Then it started pouring rain! So we ducked into a small tea shop, which was straight out of Alice and Wonderland. It was this very narrow <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">building</span> with about 4 stories. They had a large selection of tea and delicious looking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">pastries</span>. After our round of tea we headed back to the car and started the drive home, which turned out to be very long! Sunday night every Parisian drives back into the city from the countryside and there was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ALOT</span> of traffic. I did get to see a French fireman, and they wear the funniest silver, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">chrome</span> helmets with like a little skirt around the bottom of the hat. I took a picture, but I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">dont</span> think <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">that</span> it was very clear (as we were driving). </span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-51462667369129837532009-06-05T13:36:00.004+01:002009-06-05T13:42:02.182+01:00I AM going to Normandy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOWaaig-C4k9yrUb2phe7T7_TRfvfB1RJFsyytyyxUSeavJu50AiNqqRAvc47JaDKlyhIQcjzHvd4hWSlpqGKHTTu9mZAWtL8gBdM1QMhhr18CnNCInQcb15JCOS2vtKT8fPWNbCxIP8/s1600-h/NormandyDougPearsonJAI4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOWaaig-C4k9yrUb2phe7T7_TRfvfB1RJFsyytyyxUSeavJu50AiNqqRAvc47JaDKlyhIQcjzHvd4hWSlpqGKHTTu9mZAWtL8gBdM1QMhhr18CnNCInQcb15JCOS2vtKT8fPWNbCxIP8/s320/NormandyDougPearsonJAI4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343822866675282098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Yay! So a few weeks ago I wrote that I would be going to Normandy with a group of people from my church. Well for some reason they canceled the trip and I wasnt going to be able to go. This year is the 25th anniversary of D-Day (June 6th) and they are having a week long festival and ceremonies-- which made it even more sad that I wouldnt be able to go. Well this morning I got a call from someone (Pascal) I had met a few weeks ago at an International meet up event and he said he would be going to Normandy on Sunday and asked if I and a friend would like to come. So my friend Jessica and I will go with Pascal to Normandy on Sunday. France road trip!</span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-56351798475461610712009-06-03T16:09:00.003+01:002009-06-03T16:17:31.933+01:00Paris Flea Markets<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYqNtdbhDT3YoKQdyKKiN4ytf4PcrCVCCpctVZP-LeqbogAFdWFtb39ST0hSNLb4npTj574QJIshz0eIWxkC-GrbZ5Cvjhn6oFMyC6ZL9jdeeNdedfyp6V7PEAnD7OWk0nri1_YNIjzw/s1600-h/flea-market.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYqNtdbhDT3YoKQdyKKiN4ytf4PcrCVCCpctVZP-LeqbogAFdWFtb39ST0hSNLb4npTj574QJIshz0eIWxkC-GrbZ5Cvjhn6oFMyC6ZL9jdeeNdedfyp6V7PEAnD7OWk0nri1_YNIjzw/s320/flea-market.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343120646139482194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Last weekend I made my way out to the famous Paris Flea markets. I went to one (Saint </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ouen</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">) out by the Sorbonne (not the </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">niiiiicest</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> area by the way). It was alright. Most of the market is overridden with modern day brand names and clothes. Its a good place to get sneakers or random clothing items, but it </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wasnt</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> the antique gold mine I had thought it would be, which was a little </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">disappointing</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">. The sales people were very </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">un</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">-french like. They tried for a hard sell and basically </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">chased</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> you down the street. Typically in France </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sales</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> people will only talk to you unless you approach them. They think it is rude and bothersome (and i agree).</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> It was a glorious day. I walked around in the sun for a few hours and checked out the area. I ended up buying a pair of linen pants, nothing special but will be good for school on hot days. I think maybe smaller markets might have more unique items....all that means is that I have to go to those too!</span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-34757417141225342672009-06-03T16:02:00.002+01:002009-06-03T16:07:32.853+01:00French bad for my health....I think that speaking French is having a negative effect on my health. I have had some serious TMJ (my jaw hurts) the past week. It might be from stress-- when I get stressed out I grind my teeth in my sleep, but I Reeeeeallllly think its from speaking French and trying to pronounce all of these words. My Rosetta Stone is wearing me out!Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-86336769776860657222009-06-03T15:55:00.004+01:002009-06-03T16:02:02.061+01:00Madrid, Madrid!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_DwdOXQMFPbO02sNZohSgJVGs8Ku3IyArNFRSRd1rY4Jm2Q-mnTw5AmIfcO80ddpVA-yGnFtiPO6I_GsaYUs7Rmf6sukuIhMeM8HWPCQ4YF3IKcmFZVMvQlnzgp5TPlNvaKAZO0ZoAtE/s1600-h/madrid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_DwdOXQMFPbO02sNZohSgJVGs8Ku3IyArNFRSRd1rY4Jm2Q-mnTw5AmIfcO80ddpVA-yGnFtiPO6I_GsaYUs7Rmf6sukuIhMeM8HWPCQ4YF3IKcmFZVMvQlnzgp5TPlNvaKAZO0ZoAtE/s320/madrid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343116688550946018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I'm going to Madrid! YAY. My lovely friend Brooke will be going on a trip through Spain and I will meet her in Madrid. I will be there for 31/2 days in between classes. I leave Thursday the 18th and will be staying in a hostel near the Pardo Museum. I am a little worried about speaking Spanish as I have tried my hardest NOT to think or speak in spanish because it makes talking in French very difficult, but I will figure it out. This will be the frist time I am traveling to a place without a kitchen so I will be eating ALOT of canned tuna, nuts and fruit since I cant eat out (so that part will be interesting). Any ways, cant wait to go and I'll let you know about the trip!</span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-62679619177913519402009-06-02T12:23:00.004+01:002009-06-02T12:30:30.315+01:00Risk Management<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Today in Risk management (which is really boring) my lovely French friend Monet was asked to solve a </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">question</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">: if his wife was on a plane and it crashed, what would be the </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">monetary</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> value of his wife and what is the </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">probability</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> his wife would die? He sat and thought for a few </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">minute</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> then asked- "which wife?" we all laughed and </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Gianluca</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> (Italian) </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">immediately</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> raised his hand and asked "what is the possibility that he will get a new wife". The American teacher just kind of sat there </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">a little</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> confused. But I thought this conversation </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">summarized</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> European Men's point of view.</span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-70335386352904758612009-05-29T13:51:00.003+01:002009-05-29T14:05:30.796+01:00Socialized Medicine<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Before I left for Paris I had alot of trouble getting health insurance because I have Celiac Disease. I finally found a company that would accept me, but at $300 a month. I was really upset about how hard it was for me to get insurance and could only imagine how difficult it would be for someone who couldnt afford a ridiculous $300 a month. I really do think it is a problem in our country and that something should be done about it. ATTTTT the same time. I was perscribed Thyroid medication yesterday, because I am boarderline hypothyroid. First of all it was very difficult for me to find a Dr that would treat me because my condition as far as blood tests say, is boarderline when you refer to the lab ranges. But my symptoms have been completely debilitating (anyone who has seen me in the last 2 years knows that). Its hard to get Drs to treat it because the large medical associations say its not necessary. This is really disturbing to me, as a Dr's job is to treat the individual and everyone's body is very different. This is a problem that exists both in America and France. But something else came up last night as I ordered my perscription from Belgim. Yes Belgim. I am taking natural Thyroid that is taken from Pig thyroid glands. You cannot buy it in France because of the medical socialization and in the U.K. it has recently been made illegal, meaning people who have taken it for years can no longer get the medication they need to function. THAT IS CRAZY! You can buy it in America but it is not FDA approved (because it comes from an animal each does is not 100% exact-- but contains a necessary combination of 2 different hormones that synthetic thyroid medications do not contain), and you have to hunt to get a Dr who will perscribe it because it is not FDA approved. Yet among Thyroid patients it is VERY recommended and is unanimously claimed to be the best. The only reason why its hard to get a perscription is because of the FDA, the same FDA that approves medications that kill people every year. I wish Dr's could just treat patients with medications THEY understood and could feel comfortable to perscribe on their own, without a big organization telling them how to treat symptoms instead of the individual. Kristy youre in drugs-- do something! :-)</span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-18811097810148274232009-05-29T13:43:00.002+01:002009-05-29T13:50:14.633+01:00I caved...ROSETTA STONE! My new love!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMMwcnSqUYr3PrXyZN__3ncR85X85NZbnDduRtjD8keuhDSo76zD6JYF8Z_YEmqfcoff2GOq1cBhyphenhyphendr7x7vNiW8JsvLwzjkq3HS9eEKPCsDvDubS7Fd5FJBvm5KZOydZ46PEnl6i4Kz0s/s1600-h/ROSETTA-STONE-INC-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMMwcnSqUYr3PrXyZN__3ncR85X85NZbnDduRtjD8keuhDSo76zD6JYF8Z_YEmqfcoff2GOq1cBhyphenhyphendr7x7vNiW8JsvLwzjkq3HS9eEKPCsDvDubS7Fd5FJBvm5KZOydZ46PEnl6i4Kz0s/s320/ROSETTA-STONE-INC-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341227384340249810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I finally caved and bought Rosetta Stone. For those of you who dont know it is a language company that teaches you languages on your computer. It is really expensive, but they have an option to not buy the CDs and to go through their server and use the product online for half the price. So this was the option I chose and I am really liking the program. It doesnt explain alot of gramatical sturucture and what not, it just jumps in and starts by associating pictures with sentences. I think I would have been really lost if I had started Rosetta Stone without ANY knowledge of the language but I recommend it for someone who may be a level 2. My French has gotten a lot better, but I still cannot have a normal conversation with people. I can usually get across what I am trying to say, but I know I sound ridiculous. Maybe I will sound like a 5 year old by the time I leave-- heres hoping!</span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-57537771733998152962009-05-29T13:37:00.002+01:002009-05-29T13:43:43.425+01:00North Korea is crazy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkwL19U7s_u0oyomM8eZSDgXhO3rhUhEFb0iagVuHWapXjpPu0mSnIpDXDgEDgmxtwXWLJfg1KOQ9TK43oyh-OR4gzb1FVV_fi_vJTYCY1GnNvMwmdNK_DCB-CEX6QrkAUNoZO-5449uA/s1600-h/crazyrus.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkwL19U7s_u0oyomM8eZSDgXhO3rhUhEFb0iagVuHWapXjpPu0mSnIpDXDgEDgmxtwXWLJfg1KOQ9TK43oyh-OR4gzb1FVV_fi_vJTYCY1GnNvMwmdNK_DCB-CEX6QrkAUNoZO-5449uA/s320/crazyrus.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341225702418197330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I think the problem will solve itself as they are likley to blow themselves up trying to make their statement of military force. But really they are crazy. I am probably in the safest country in the world right now, as I doubt that North Korea even knows France exists and i know that France wouldn't voulenteer for a war, it simply isnt their way :-) I havent heard many conversations over here though about North Korea's military action, other than on the British news channel I get. But in all seriousness...this is very concerning. </span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-74407794761612673212009-05-29T13:34:00.002+01:002009-05-29T13:37:28.528+01:00I had to shop<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Yes-- had to. There were two consecutive days of 80 degree weather when I discovered I did not pack any shorts or skirts. My packing was centered around bringing the more expensive things that I would not want to have to buy once I got here, so shorts were not on that list. I made a trip to the H&M and bought two pairs of shorts, two skirts and a tanktop-- and a pair of sandals. Its funny to think that these will probably be my only warm weather clothes for the next year! I woke up the next morning to rain. Murphy's Law.</span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-27875884867444999382009-05-29T13:31:00.002+01:002009-05-29T13:34:09.341+01:00Yes...I have been busySo sorry for not writing for so long. A combination of good weather, then school work, then not feeling well, then school work AGAIN has lead me ignoring my blog. I will try my hardest to remember everything that has happen the last week!Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-91636560386518545012009-05-22T21:28:00.004+01:002009-05-22T21:39:18.495+01:00Roller Bladers-- Welcome to 1980 in Paris<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVINSjrUZTBMJMVy1Fz2kIoDk3bKzF1uvJwV-fRfEfumP_dzuDwLUFKRe-lTyYvyefpfDBhz_g9EOCA3crc8K7AmVbJ_fyN6NMlHMt8h7Z3XfPdqDWA-_2yQvZVX5XW3eWHastaThIiCI/s1600-h/blade_Cops.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVINSjrUZTBMJMVy1Fz2kIoDk3bKzF1uvJwV-fRfEfumP_dzuDwLUFKRe-lTyYvyefpfDBhz_g9EOCA3crc8K7AmVbJ_fyN6NMlHMt8h7Z3XfPdqDWA-_2yQvZVX5XW3eWHastaThIiCI/s320/blade_Cops.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338749290756639026" border="0" /></a><br /> but <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I have recently noticed that roller blading is the cool thing to do here in Paris. This was a common sport when I was about 8 and then it gracefully exited and left to Paris. Here you will see people roller blading all over the city and its really weird. It is usually middle aged people and you have two groups. The one who is a professional roller blader and is doing all sorts of tricks and making a spectacle of himself or the cautious roller blader who is head to toe in pads like a sausage. I thought there were only two groups...that is until the new group I discovered today: Roller Blade Police. Yes sir. They have roller blade cops. I dont even really know what to say about it I truly feel that it should be self explanatoryin case not-- I have included a picture.</span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-68191963755341594992009-05-22T21:14:00.003+01:002009-05-22T21:28:12.837+01:00Studying with foreigners<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">OK so I know that I am a foreigner here in France, but the people I go to school with are also foreigners who dont speak English as a first language. Let me start by saying that everyone I go to school with is really nice and they are all pretty smart. We have an architech, lawyer, accountant...people with very good resumes. One of my favorite things to watch is not only our cultural differences but the language barrier. A few weeks ago I was in a group with two boys and a girl. Both of the men were French (one was from the Congo, Africa-- but went to high school in France and now works in Paris). They always agreed on everything especially when it came to issues of employee treatment and cultural greetings. While the girl (Jamaican) and I always thought they were wrong (which they were). The language barrier really is the best though. On Wednesday as Guian Lucca (an architech from Italy) gave a presentation he discussed how the CEO of the company was very "humil and so he was accepting the praises of the other peoples". He used the word humil about 10 times and I was trying really hard not to laugh. He meant humble, but since the word comes from humility he thought humil was correct. Guian Lucca also finishes every sentence with "maybe"-- for example "the CEO is very humil so he does not accept the praises of the other peoples maybe". Even when there is no need for a "maybe" it will undoubtedly finish off the sentence. Later that night we had a glass of wine after class had finished and Bahar (a lawyer from Turkey) was making fun of our pier and said "oh Yann is a bit gay I think, he is half gay". That one got me going for a while-- she meant bi-sexual. Then of course as I ordered my wine I asked for "a mug of the red wine please" and everyone started laughing, so I am not immune to the barrier.</span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-82235233924336647512009-05-18T21:05:00.003+01:002009-05-18T21:12:59.398+01:00French Reggae...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix01lWCwNgTbvNGUri2_CPWZMLeoyj4A-vtPyRmx9aVhIjIXqO9-FZKdr-ByZNQdlISZt_yFdnLza5B6tDg1RqRjqFasyB8ZHwoPoY-U2xaLo8YBpUaUGp5IFn3uLB_D_BlqbO5waCaPc/s1600-h/Reggea"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix01lWCwNgTbvNGUri2_CPWZMLeoyj4A-vtPyRmx9aVhIjIXqO9-FZKdr-ByZNQdlISZt_yFdnLza5B6tDg1RqRjqFasyB8ZHwoPoY-U2xaLo8YBpUaUGp5IFn3uLB_D_BlqbO5waCaPc/s320/Reggea" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337259539950018882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">No it wasnt good at all. On Saturday night I went and met my friend Mandy out at Cite Universaire. It is this huge compound with a big park and tons of student housing similar to dorms, but dedicated to international students studying in Paris. There was a big party there with a concert out on the lawn. It was raining-- big time. So i wore my 10 layers of clothes and God bless the French for not only having beer-- but wine for little Celicas like me. There was the STRANGEST music EVER. We werent quiet sure what was going on. My favorite of the night was the French Reggae-- priceless really. It was really not good music- lol. Anyways I headed home (she lives out there) because the metro closes at 2am. I sat there with my book (that I LOOOOVE) waiting for the train to come, to take me to the metro. A nice man came over about 3 minutes later to let me know c'est ferme-- "its closed". Of course its closed, because i dont have a cell phone and no money because I hadnt received my bank card yet. SO awesome. I figured out how to walk to the metro station....in the rain...at like 1:30am-- BUT i got there. And was so happy to finally be home. I put on my warmest 1 pair of pajama pants and my extra blanket and curled up in my Murphy bed. A fun night with a little complication!</span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-85099296292955017562009-05-16T17:16:00.003+01:002009-05-16T17:28:30.913+01:00C'est normale.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsWNNRFBiUOuBNEi-x4Hl6HytDSgeaQhOZ2vSysLJJMIboBJp7OasMARvYzYuyhPrgjQIMjxkeGnwP316m8hslm5lqrEjPjfuIuDddD5BKGon4zW1Mt8bMYuyrE5gZGF5USQxg7WpWaL0/s1600-h/Water.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsWNNRFBiUOuBNEi-x4Hl6HytDSgeaQhOZ2vSysLJJMIboBJp7OasMARvYzYuyhPrgjQIMjxkeGnwP316m8hslm5lqrEjPjfuIuDddD5BKGon4zW1Mt8bMYuyrE5gZGF5USQxg7WpWaL0/s320/Water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336458897768129394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I woke up yesterday morning and started my normal routine. I went to wash my face and heard a funny noise and....no water...?? Thats strange. So I went around to all my faucets and no water. Hmm I thought-- maybe they are doing work on my building. So I poked my head out the window into the court yard and didnt see anything going on. I emailed my landlord, I am pretty sure water is included, but I havent received any sort of bill so I wasnt sure if there was something I should be paying that I am not???? I ate my breakfast and washed my face with what little water I had left over in my water bottle from the day before and went out to get a water and coffee. On my way out my neighbor was leaving and I asked him if he was having a problem with his water. He said "c'est normale a Paris" meaning-- its normal for Paris. He said it is normal for the water to be turned off in Paris and that it would be turned back on by 3. I stood there happy that I hadnt done something wrong, but totally stunned...its normal for Paris to have the water turned off....why? I got my coffee and then came home and Googled it. I couldnt find anything. Later that day I had a hair cut, so I asked my hair dresser (who speaks english) and he looked at me like I was crazy. He said that didnt sound right, but that I live in one of the historic districts so maybe, he wasnt sure. Allll I know is that it would be very</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Parisian </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">to just not have the water on, cause someone was on a lunch break or something. By the way, in case you are worried that I am working too hard, there is another holiday this</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Thursday. There have now been 5 holidays out of the 6 weeks I have been here.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span>Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162581801146221075.post-53378581106244664832009-05-16T17:09:00.002+01:002009-05-16T17:15:41.604+01:00I have my VisaYesterday I got my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Carte</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sejour</span>-- my long stay visa. This was given to me after a medical examination that included a chest x-ray?? So <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">weird</span>. They weigh you, do an eye test then ask you to take off your clothes for a chest x-ray, like you are a carrier of tuberculosis. After that you are interviewed about your health-- nothing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">weird</span> asked. Then you go to another little room where this lady takes your money and give you your visa. This step is where it got <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">a little</span> sticky. I guess she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">wasn't</span> having a good day or something because she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">completely</span> flipped out and kicked everyone out of the room. The only thing is that most of us <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">didn't</span> speak french, so we had no idea what was going on. A nice young man told me we had to leave and stand in the hall way (I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">haven't</span> been sent to the hall way since high school Algebra). She kept on yelling it was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">soooooo</span> confusing. Clearly she understands that we have NO idea what she is saying to us! Any ways after standing in the hall for about 10 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">minutes</span> she let us back in and I got my visa. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">YAY</span>! no more going to the prefecture!Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05142758199722171028noreply@blogger.com