tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41229551281901615162024-03-13T09:42:17.047-07:00Les Paroles de PierreC'est ma vie.
This is my life.peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-84515294807159314342010-11-06T14:01:00.000-07:002010-11-06T14:16:03.457-07:00I wanna tell stories too.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_SzwQeoVWj6Q7JVSrXLmtvMvTlxP9k12zz7ZxhKHf00VyxYt7B6dXFNUwjqDe57jNF-e1Q18IstX4Oum4FdC3tYgZALw6Vc6WNTZJSmWat8AXolF6zI6frzHNPb_WeYf3Hf-PKrNp5W8/s1600/boar.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_SzwQeoVWj6Q7JVSrXLmtvMvTlxP9k12zz7ZxhKHf00VyxYt7B6dXFNUwjqDe57jNF-e1Q18IstX4Oum4FdC3tYgZALw6Vc6WNTZJSmWat8AXolF6zI6frzHNPb_WeYf3Hf-PKrNp5W8/s320/boar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536548476992841666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Maybe I've missed the band wagon about blogging but hey I can still jump. I am a fast runner or at least I an endure.<br /><br /><br /><br />What story can I tell you today?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Let me tell you of this one time I was in WV. The back woods of WV being a missionary for the LDS church. T.P (my comp/name abbreviated) and I went to find this less active family out in the sticks. Driving and driving for a really long time. But I didn't mind because that meant I didn't have to talk to anyone. I could enjoy the most beautiful scenery in the entire world.<br /><br />This family never came to church even though half of their family made up the local congregation. So we made the decision to drive out there on a whim hoping by some miracle they'd be there.<br /><br />We pull up to this hideous trailer in a pile of garbage on a hill. There are dead cars and broken tractors everywhere. I am terrified.<br /><br />Now remember I have only been in WV for about 1 month at this point.<br /><br />We get there and T.P is like "Well looks like nobody is here. Let's ring the doorbell at least." There was no doorbell.<br /><br />As we walk up to the makeshift deck off the front door. I step up on the rickety old wooden structure and... Oh my heavens. There's a BOAR on the porch! A freakin' huge black boar with little tusks. He hears us and gets up and snorts and oinks and threatens us with those nasty tusks. T.P and I retreat like little babies.<br /><br />As we are standing there starring at this door that took us over an hour to get to we are thinking do we let this *blankety blank* pig scare us? I say "no." So Mr T.P, the more experience and tougher and bad A tells me to go first. As I am deciding how to get around this giant mess a rooster is coming at us from the other direction crowing so loudly. Slowly closing in on us. And dogs are barking in the background. More rooster calls, cat meows, and M. Boar snorting.<br /><br />I remember taking a wheat stalk (or tall weed) and poking him in the nose trying to get him to get off there so I can go up another way. He didn't budge!<br /><br />After about another hour trying to coax this giant pig off the porch I sneak past him quietly and swiftly to get to the door to knock. I knock. And knock. And knock. There is not a single person in that stupid trailer on the hill!<br /><br />I was sooo disappointed. I was determined they were hiding. So as we tucked our tails and were leaving I threw a rock at the stupid rooster and my weed stalk at M. Boar.<br /><br />Yeah I was tuff!peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-71768992590633503792010-10-23T20:41:00.000-07:002010-10-23T20:45:51.747-07:00Teaching French? Quoi?!?So do I have a tale to tell. Last Wednesday and this past Wednesday I volunteered at a local Junior High school and taught the French classes.<br /><br />WOW! I forgot how young these chillens are. I was doing a presentation on what they can do if they continue taking French and learn to speak it fluently.<br /><br />So I tried gearing this toward the younger crowd. Trying to think of things they would think was interesting, because what I find interesting isn't what they find interesting. So I was thinking; fashion, food, music, iconic symbols.<br /><br />So with the music---<br />I wanted to give them some examples of some French artists. One of my favorite artists is Zazie or ZAZ for short. And there is a really good song she sings called; "Je suis un homme." And it talks about non-exciting things to Jr High kids...but they don't know that. Because little did I know they'd flip out by seeing a woman's figure.<br />I totally forgot there was this scene where there is a woman on a spinning pedestal and she's nude. but covered by her own hands. And the kids just FLIPPED! They were hootin' and hollerin' Oh My Heavens I almost lost it laughing at them.<br /><br />Here is that vidéo. Look at it...<br /><object style="background-image: url("http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/anp4zcjFrAE/hqdefault.jpg");" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/anp4zcjFrAE?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/anp4zcjFrAE?fs=1&hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Also we listened to an artist called YELLE. And they were comparing her to Lady Ga-Ga. So that's what we called her. And there was one song called "Qui est cette fille?" And well out of the whole song the only word these kids understood was "Sexy." Oh la la are you serious?<br /><br />I don't think I could teach those kids. I'd either be fired or thrown in jail. I am a very sarcastic person and wouldn't be able to take their crap and disrespect. I would literally boot them out the door.<br /><br />Oh zut!peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-59246099427114398232010-10-17T16:46:00.000-07:002010-10-17T16:53:27.514-07:00Blogs, what the?!?<span style="font-family: verdana;">Who in the world invented these things? There is some stay-at-home mother making bank on the idea of people posting their most inner thoughts, desires, life stories to the world. I say it's weird. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Although perfect example. The only people that read my blog are family members. And it's sad to say that this is the only way they find about my life. And I don't even post the juicy things so they're only getting a superficial taste of my abstract crazy life.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This is not a journal. This is not a place where you share personal information for the entire world to read. There are some things we don't want to know. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So maybe I'll keep mine as a venting stage. A place where I can post my liberal brash opinions about life, religion and politics (the trinity of disaster in a conservative community) and other people's pointless lives. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-55182170738198413782010-07-17T10:04:00.001-07:002010-07-17T10:37:13.602-07:00I am home!<div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyu9LcHL8IXzANLPStRIKLJ9zoM2L_xmEL0jIKOhwchA0fIx18VXVYDF47RiudwFf5ThYzIOX5kzQWoJXoiamhvv_ABPnYqRCszwiI8o_DYSGzhox4F9QXVk0_PqImP-bYhHuzrQ2cjoY/s1600/Liberty.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494922300455961618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyu9LcHL8IXzANLPStRIKLJ9zoM2L_xmEL0jIKOhwchA0fIx18VXVYDF47RiudwFf5ThYzIOX5kzQWoJXoiamhvv_ABPnYqRCszwiI8o_DYSGzhox4F9QXVk0_PqImP-bYhHuzrQ2cjoY/s320/Liberty.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Finally I have returned home to the good ol' USA. I returned almost a week ago already. I got home on Sunday the 11 July at 1:30pm. It was nice to have the passport line cater to the Americans. In Europe all the lines are catered to the EU passports. And their lines are shorter. So it was great to get ahead of all those non-US people...HA!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So here is the conversation I had with the passport control officer upon returning to Salt Lake</div><div>Man: What was the purpose of your trip?</div><div>Me: Education & travel.</div><div>Man: Welcome back.</div><div>Now it is more funny if you picture this man showing no expression on his face whatsoever, and speaking monotone. Well then I mimiced him in speaking monotone and no expression. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then the final customs guy takes my form and asks:</div><div>Customs guy: "Do you have all your luggage?"</div><div>Me: "Yes"</div><div>Customs guy: "do you have any food, animals, dirt?"</div><div>Me: "No"</div><div>Guy: "OK"</div><div>As I am walking away: "Of course I do. I am coming from France what do you think!?"<br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><p></p><p></p><div> </div><div>Denmark was amazing! I had so much fun there. It didn't help that I had my own personal tour guide who made the trip so memorable. We did so much in the few days I was there. It was totally worth the time & money. I really hope to go back some day. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have a lot to say about this little country probably too much to put on here that may perhaps bore you to death. </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>But needless to say the Danes are about as proud of their flag and patriotism as we Americans are. The flag is everywhere. It wasn't until recently (the '50s) that every Dane could fly the flag. Up until that time only royalty could. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh1oPf7r6a4/TEHoHaXjxAI/AAAAAAAAATs/dpqs9t72a9I/s1600/Dane+flag.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 272px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494928234403578882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh1oPf7r6a4/TEHoHaXjxAI/AAAAAAAAATs/dpqs9t72a9I/s320/Dane+flag.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The royalty play an important role in every Dane's life. They adore their Queen (unlike some other countries). And the royalty are everywhere in everyday life. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCK7Rz4SvUbo1fn1wrqUoKIfrIymEiKwXO5dfkGshfV2GaMPbFdhDsh4JfSObC54mOIc2RmXudrG7bw4v1gM85dZLXT1IgA4HzQ_ulJx4ZuRp35B5jZLxd8nmu59QknqLdh5eZ4uHPIEI/s1600/Queen+Margaret.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494925053879018946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCK7Rz4SvUbo1fn1wrqUoKIfrIymEiKwXO5dfkGshfV2GaMPbFdhDsh4JfSObC54mOIc2RmXudrG7bw4v1gM85dZLXT1IgA4HzQ_ulJx4ZuRp35B5jZLxd8nmu59QknqLdh5eZ4uHPIEI/s200/Queen+Margaret.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /> </div><div>The Danes were probably the healthiest, cleanest, best looking Europeans I saw on this trip. </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjOGTQgyfvvYdsCe4UMYmzPK8CIcQUDG8QPsQiBJmyPvtNHF7DZJr3T5iV0k6xn_4fFNEql7lmD35TTWL7GtcyBtNP430zf8xz1lm4jXhOj4tVTPydn3xWJjXPm__447szzcslBaIv2E4/s1600/Guf.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494927907429742402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjOGTQgyfvvYdsCe4UMYmzPK8CIcQUDG8QPsQiBJmyPvtNHF7DZJr3T5iV0k6xn_4fFNEql7lmD35TTWL7GtcyBtNP430zf8xz1lm4jXhOj4tVTPydn3xWJjXPm__447szzcslBaIv2E4/s200/Guf.jpg" /></a> Before I close this blog I have to tell you about the Danish ice cream that is so deliciuos. They eat almost as much (if not more) ice cream than Utahan's do. </div><div>So the stuff to the right is called Guf. It is marshmallow cream flavored with strawberry. </div><div>So here is what you get on a typical ice cream cone. </div><ul><li>You get the scoops (up to 5. I con'y got 2)</li><li>A ring of "soft ice." Which is just soft serve.</li><li>A huge dollup of the Guf.</li><li>Whipped cream.</li><li>A squirt of jam (Red sugary liquid).</li><li>And a "bun" or a chocolate covered marshmallow cream.</li></ul><p>All of this is stacked in a waffel cone and they give you a tiny taste tester spoon to eat it with. But oh my heavens it is delicious and you feel like you are 5 again. Instantaneously! It's a wonderful feeling. I almost could not finish it though. But I pushed through it and survived...2 of them. </p><p>Well I have plenty of other stories to tell and many more postings to follow. Just give me call and we can talk. </p><p>Keep reading...</p><p><br /><br /> </p><div></div>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-70845909031490249022010-06-30T06:35:00.000-07:002010-06-30T06:52:40.785-07:00Beignet Bliss<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgnwKCrJYWd1Scod4zYfxYOrClAlVfQzDQ4_bH6cAu0Cqv0cAKsLYZVyU3BJ6xSNgRck3Q411AQn9IIM9Jzk8FnU1HaFqgdOmPr0Is8MCLgXxVKBrquJwfl9qSFCNzSc-Eno2yRvZPmI/s1600/IMG_0482%5B1%5D"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488560342137711714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgnwKCrJYWd1Scod4zYfxYOrClAlVfQzDQ4_bH6cAu0Cqv0cAKsLYZVyU3BJ6xSNgRck3Q411AQn9IIM9Jzk8FnU1HaFqgdOmPr0Is8MCLgXxVKBrquJwfl9qSFCNzSc-Eno2yRvZPmI/s320/IMG_0482%5B1%5D" /></a> Ok here is pastry numer 3. This one was a doosey. It is a beignet with little delicious gifts on top. So I pass this cart every Wednesday on my way to class. It's a part of the Marché aux Fleurs (flower market). I've been looking at these things for a few weeks now and decided to go for it. My housemate got one a few weeks ago with chantilly (whip cream). But the gentleman said it was too hot for chantilly so I got it with confiture framboise (raspberrry jam). It is bascailly a doughnut without a hole in it. It was probably the heaviest pastry I've bought here. But worth it.<br /><br /><br />So also today marked the start of the Soldes! It is basically where all the magasins (stores, department stores, boutiques) get rid of all the winter stock. There are some pretty good deals, however I am shopping around like usual. I might miss out on some good deals because I am waiting. I did try on a Hugo Boss & Giverny suit this afternoon. Not sure if it's worth the hassel and stress when I don't understand EVERY word they're saying. So I told the guy I would maybe come back tonight. We'll see.<br /><br />Well tonight we have a group farewell dinner at "Au Lapin Qui Fume" or the bunny who smokes. I am not sure if we'll be eating bunny or other things too? I guess I'll have a story to tell later.<br /><br />Keep Reading...peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-48692939408829878492010-06-29T06:56:00.000-07:002010-06-29T07:10:26.995-07:00Pastry #2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFlG3A-typJFGzjnIH4cRQe5E-U0KdAP-58HznrCt5FnzXY709OAWgR4iHpsOM3LCPl_-fIi20dF-z7LdcJeq4Fc-T90H-VwtRY1Ce354XYnUMKmNn7g0lgtTijdrscKV5iKgADgmsm8/s1600/IMG_0480%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488195266940364514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFlG3A-typJFGzjnIH4cRQe5E-U0KdAP-58HznrCt5FnzXY709OAWgR4iHpsOM3LCPl_-fIi20dF-z7LdcJeq4Fc-T90H-VwtRY1Ce354XYnUMKmNn7g0lgtTijdrscKV5iKgADgmsm8/s400/IMG_0480%5B1%5D" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">So I know this is two posts in one day, but I've got another delicious pastry to share with all y'all.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;">This one had a long name that I cannot remember. Although it did have the word "chocolate" and "lait." </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;">In my book those are 2 words that go together really well. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;">I bought this one from my favorite boulangerie here in Tours. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;">It was delicious and smooth. It had a hqrd chocolate shell with a soft chocolate mousse in the middle. The crust resembled that of a homemade cheesecake. Kind of gritty from the graham cracker. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;">So far I am 2 for 2 on my quest to try as many pastries as I can this week. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxG5LB3fexpYmkEB3NHZFKxc0SY_zi57lnOeX7JO9Z_I3APIr1lzape-dixV1TB7Ehyphenhypheno0sYffTfP2gEvB8_D5QsCsLRb4v5HKVHGYMpqurxs15269KjtoRkKJZLAmVgnOWh92nwuGnhk/s1600/IMG_0476%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488194921126122690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxG5LB3fexpYmkEB3NHZFKxc0SY_zi57lnOeX7JO9Z_I3APIr1lzape-dixV1TB7Ehyphenhypheno0sYffTfP2gEvB8_D5QsCsLRb4v5HKVHGYMpqurxs15269KjtoRkKJZLAmVgnOWh92nwuGnhk/s320/IMG_0476%5B1%5D" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Keep Reading...</span></div>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-25209721119954331062010-06-29T01:42:00.000-07:002010-06-29T06:56:22.802-07:00Personal MissionOk. So this week I am on a personal mission to try a different pastry every day this week.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnOymFgKHrax_zYQpby_Q3OitPMwJCFS6jlACizPVFEyGCoXHl7o5LiinvN0HEAjcM42v8hvw0zqxdtvRT5ErZnq1dM7zCQ22ReOJOS8Ks_f2k-q_DmOPBZ6LIquzV2kePDYTPOyjJAPk/s1600/IMG_0471%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488113774938242082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnOymFgKHrax_zYQpby_Q3OitPMwJCFS6jlACizPVFEyGCoXHl7o5LiinvN0HEAjcM42v8hvw0zqxdtvRT5ErZnq1dM7zCQ22ReOJOS8Ks_f2k-q_DmOPBZ6LIquzV2kePDYTPOyjJAPk/s320/IMG_0471%5B1%5D" /></a><br /><br />Yesterday I tried this wonderful treat. It was called "Caramel au beurre salé." It tasted like crème brulée.<br /><br />It wasn't all that great. I don't think this is my "inner pastry." It still was delicious and I am excited to try more yummy treats.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So I do have a funny story to tell you about my dinner on Sunday. So we had turkey legs and rigatoni pasta with spaghetti sauce. It was kind of different. But my French mom asked if I wanted some Dijon mustard with my turkey. And I thought sure I guess I'm up for trying new things. So I stirred up the sauce and put some on my plate and then took a big piece of turkey on my fork. HOLY MOLY! It was like taking a big ball of wasabi and eating it plain. WOW I though that my eyes were going to pop out of my head. They watered so bad and my nose ran, I sweated, and my throat hurt. It was the most odd sensation ever! I don't think I want to do that again. I can't really describe the sensation. It was so intense.<br /><br />Needless to say I didn't eat much more of that mustard.<br /><br />Keep reading...peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-20542298414480326332010-06-23T03:54:00.000-07:002010-06-23T04:05:55.680-07:00<div><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH7gGGNj61ZT5KqxMkzEYU__2CjDNcIWs36PBOjASa45aAbv7HcJuxHHYEPeCRVKiTAOMjhUXumBwZ2N4z4VO39CwrJeWqeN3a59uzE0Wf8dzwjzNOi9uBseOdBp6sIm_7t4MMrRohLAE/s1600/IMG_0334%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485921384402098002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH7gGGNj61ZT5KqxMkzEYU__2CjDNcIWs36PBOjASa45aAbv7HcJuxHHYEPeCRVKiTAOMjhUXumBwZ2N4z4VO39CwrJeWqeN3a59uzE0Wf8dzwjzNOi9uBseOdBp6sIm_7t4MMrRohLAE/s400/IMG_0334%5B1%5D" /></a> OK. This post just couldn't wait.</div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">Last night I had one of the best meals ever. We had a fondue party at the restaurant "Le Souris Gourmand." How genius non?</div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">So it was organized by the institute and there were only 9 of us. We ate in the basement of this restaurant and it was magical.</div><br /><div align="right">We had the choice of 3 different cheeses/plates. We could choose a Raclette, Savoyard, or Camembert. I chose the Camembert but shared the Raclette with the girl next to me. </div><br /><div align="right">It truly was a gourmand experience and I am very glad I did this. I looked at the box from the cheese and it said "270g" so I ate 270g of cheese...no problem. It was facile (easy).<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VsOT9knzw3UFFl4UrWAN0KW0QhlO7doldJZ2z0A3zKYDE0VpkrD66vsouIbRF1OUnyKKxlJfRkI1XuM2Y_d67-CX8z_IO35KtC4oZEZa4s5vMDj_-_oWNny6-Wq9CsPqM1bdtHbX2F8/s1600/IMG_0339%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485921751085910786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VsOT9knzw3UFFl4UrWAN0KW0QhlO7doldJZ2z0A3zKYDE0VpkrD66vsouIbRF1OUnyKKxlJfRkI1XuM2Y_d67-CX8z_IO35KtC4oZEZa4s5vMDj_-_oWNny6-Wq9CsPqM1bdtHbX2F8/s400/IMG_0339%5B1%5D" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5HsQBdw-G7bd627II67cBkrnrQ46y1zVwo9pBLmgANC7OZsDA2d5ap654iur3nE3ZcgYd-M5FvGFlggOaqBci6JNloZ5Sdg5YCk9E1923ZJEWtHN-9pNzylHvj4gdaEfhEkjch81bKg/s1600/IMG_0348%5B1%5D"></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>And then for dessert we received this little gift from heaven. It was a chocolate tart. Oh my heavens. It was kind of like a warm custard texture. And the ice cream was extremely flavorful. I think it was a vanilla flavor but trop fort!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5HsQBdw-G7bd627II67cBkrnrQ46y1zVwo9pBLmgANC7OZsDA2d5ap654iur3nE3ZcgYd-M5FvGFlggOaqBci6JNloZ5Sdg5YCk9E1923ZJEWtHN-9pNzylHvj4gdaEfhEkjch81bKg/s1600/IMG_0348%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485923066115723922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5HsQBdw-G7bd627II67cBkrnrQ46y1zVwo9pBLmgANC7OZsDA2d5ap654iur3nE3ZcgYd-M5FvGFlggOaqBci6JNloZ5Sdg5YCk9E1923ZJEWtHN-9pNzylHvj4gdaEfhEkjch81bKg/s320/IMG_0348%5B1%5D" /></a></div><div>It was a great end to a perfect meal. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VsOT9knzw3UFFl4UrWAN0KW0QhlO7doldJZ2z0A3zKYDE0VpkrD66vsouIbRF1OUnyKKxlJfRkI1XuM2Y_d67-CX8z_IO35KtC4oZEZa4s5vMDj_-_oWNny6-Wq9CsPqM1bdtHbX2F8/s1600/IMG_0339%5B1%5D"></a></div>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-44496207479749873292010-06-22T06:49:00.000-07:002010-06-22T07:35:54.030-07:00Fete de la Musique...ou de la bière.<div align="center">Bon Bons Galore @ Fete de la Musique<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXhqCMogYXsP1Q-4gM8GjrfsUlpISXw3O1aZx6KFWk3NNU_7k3z8tEb3xGwlKJqG-wKbehh76e9HuUp0RIWCiYrUHaBqHjXUrjRRYTOmPHT0Ygz83P4evcjacHflv-LkToxkTKEUxSomw/s1600/IMG_0292%5B1%5D"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485596339685462882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXhqCMogYXsP1Q-4gM8GjrfsUlpISXw3O1aZx6KFWk3NNU_7k3z8tEb3xGwlKJqG-wKbehh76e9HuUp0RIWCiYrUHaBqHjXUrjRRYTOmPHT0Ygz83P4evcjacHflv-LkToxkTKEUxSomw/s400/IMG_0292%5B1%5D" /></a><br /><div>OK. So last night was the Fete de la Musique. Or the French call it a Nuit Blanche (all nighter). There are 4 of them year and this was one of them. This was a pretty crazy night. It "starts" at 19:00 and lasted until 5:00am. I obviuosly did not last that long. I went out at 21:30 and stayed out until 1:00. It was prorably the most crazy thing that I have done. </div><div>There was so much drinking and smoking who knows what. Tons of underage drinking. We decided that this is probably one of the nights where many kids get drunk for the first time. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>So I did have to recount a story of horror. So there is this square called Place Plume. It is the "hip" place for all the young adults to hang out. And some old adults too. But we made our way there to see what lusic was playing there. So we get to one of the skinny French side streets and it is wall to wall people and no body is moving. So Liz, Lydia, and I try to get through this wall of drunk stinky people to get into the square and I thought I was going to die or at least get beer dumped all over me. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Liz was gutsy and plowed her way through while Lydia and I weren't so agressive. Lydia and I were stuck behind a bunch of drunk French people and a women behind us pushing her baby stroller into our legs. So some "D.A." decided to get angry and starts pushing every which way. Lydia got trapped by the stroller and I couldn't move anywhere so I start falling and grab onto her to help keep my balance and then she is trying to hold drunk people off the women's stroller who is screaming that she has a baby. Phew! We didn't get trampled or beer on us and once we made it through there we left Place Plume decinding that it wasn't a very good idea. In fact, it was a "bad idée".</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Needless to say Fete de la Musique was a good experience but nothing stupendous.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8q6j6YwcoL7egQ3-uphJOCPjHubCUueI0hm1nLOBJY4amLe81Ey470x0HatnQz-escXZ7rUDxS00mZd0T4iXUONYqG86QHRoYXMz6d34AHDIYW-0Uxpo-Q1uwvRIUMi5Rtv2NGGKhWvg/s1600/IMG_0243%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485597958684879906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8q6j6YwcoL7egQ3-uphJOCPjHubCUueI0hm1nLOBJY4amLe81Ey470x0HatnQz-escXZ7rUDxS00mZd0T4iXUONYqG86QHRoYXMz6d34AHDIYW-0Uxpo-Q1uwvRIUMi5Rtv2NGGKhWvg/s320/IMG_0243%5B1%5D" /></a></div><div>Last Saturday we also visited Amboise & Blois. I have visted Amboise before so I didn't want to go into the castle and 2 other girls didn't either. So we decided to take a walk through Amboise to find the Pagoda. Yes a Chinese pagoda in the heart of France. I didn't quite understand the history behind it but we created our own story which was better.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8q6j6YwcoL7egQ3-uphJOCPjHubCUueI0hm1nLOBJY4amLe81Ey470x0HatnQz-escXZ7rUDxS00mZd0T4iXUONYqG86QHRoYXMz6d34AHDIYW-0Uxpo-Q1uwvRIUMi5Rtv2NGGKhWvg/s1600/IMG_0243%5B1%5D"></a> </div><div>After the pagoda (which was like 5k out of Amboise) we met the grouo at Chateaux Clos Lucé. This is the house of Leonardo di Vinci. It was amazing! And the gardens were even more amazing. I loved it so much. In the garden you were able to play with his inventions. It was very interactive. I was happy to have spent 8,00 euros on it.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Blois was just that Blois. We didn't have a lot of time to visit that town. The castle had already closed so we walked through the town and I had a great grand chocolat chaude! Délicieux. Maybe I will go back some other time. It was a very quaint little French town.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>At many of these chateaux the walking on the grass is 'interdit' or forbidde<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzBAKl9j2vaqze2gYKBLT_R6E2OIpmkKUcPgjYG5MtdDaXh0q_xwE21LWWXoJp2jcFtpBo_Hvh4JFe2uLdwo-HmMmjDPeeoazwhGCqfEV1UVTnz2iL9UbHiETbyhbjD2JMvlxX9aG4PI/s1600/IMG_0139%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485597349680315234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzBAKl9j2vaqze2gYKBLT_R6E2OIpmkKUcPgjYG5MtdDaXh0q_xwE21LWWXoJp2jcFtpBo_Hvh4JFe2uLdwo-HmMmjDPeeoazwhGCqfEV1UVTnz2iL9UbHiETbyhbjD2JMvlxX9aG4PI/s320/IMG_0139%5B1%5D" /></a>n. But the French, like the English, are so polite about it. </div><div>The sign at the Clos Lucé said "thank you for respecting the grasses." Very funny. I instantly thought about my mother and her lawn. That she needs one of these signs.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Finally my house mates. Danielle & Laurent Mauclair, and Kerstin. They are great to live with. I really get a long with them all. Laurent is a joker and loves to make fun of us. And I am beginning to get him back. Danielle explains things to us when Laurent speaks too fast. He is like the ever ready rabbit!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Kerstin leaves this Friday night so I am going to be alone at the Mauclair's for one week without her to help me...Yikes!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQVOP4FgvMF12eyQ66NAERG8erfs4KzqFj70mB5rmHsECq6wTsWVfaboafcYYu-Ytpw7xKOtLPIo1UJP3bHKbtw9AP3iSXAa1hu1doUJLYIsopk9IjSiu1eW1lOZTuG9QieGafaP8Qou0/s1600/IMG_0179%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485596846157509842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQVOP4FgvMF12eyQ66NAERG8erfs4KzqFj70mB5rmHsECq6wTsWVfaboafcYYu-Ytpw7xKOtLPIo1UJP3bHKbtw9AP3iSXAa1hu1doUJLYIsopk9IjSiu1eW1lOZTuG9QieGafaP8Qou0/s200/IMG_0179%5B1%5D" /></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="right">I did go to church this past Sunday. It felt good. It is a very small branch of about 30-45. They are usually excited for the summer to have many students from Utah come to populate their congregation. There were 8 students there on Sunday. And they made me say the prayer during sacrament. And believe it or not. I did it in French! Yep and I was copmplemented by my family. Oh that brings something else to mind. My host family rotates saying the prayer and they always ask Kerstin to say it but she doesn't. And I say it occassionally too. I am getting some good practice. A least that is something that they don't make fun of me. Or attack me on.</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">France is going great and I am loving being bilingual. I love speaking French every day and learning new things all the time. I better find a job here so that I can learn to make viennoiseries and other pastries. </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">Well until next time.</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">Keep reading...</div></div>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-13214621741184609142010-06-15T06:38:00.000-07:002010-06-15T07:23:05.962-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOA66nXo5YCd-3ydAjsw2yvwrQstmVpWWI8ZFYGVavou5VeJLS7Kt_tOqU3-GbSNvjlHDW4SMfx92BoBLe-DUSuaFnzS6Dj-4itsM_bFkO0obL8zJHczqzstYDRH74Q232L95XSKFdIE/s1600/IMG_0156%5B1%5D"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483003021571178322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOA66nXo5YCd-3ydAjsw2yvwrQstmVpWWI8ZFYGVavou5VeJLS7Kt_tOqU3-GbSNvjlHDW4SMfx92BoBLe-DUSuaFnzS6Dj-4itsM_bFkO0obL8zJHczqzstYDRH74Q232L95XSKFdIE/s200/IMG_0156%5B1%5D" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Bonjour...Another enstallelent in the Tours saga.<br /></div><br /><div>The above picture was taken at the most plus chic McDonald's I've ever been in. Look at that landscape! It's gotta be chic non?<br /></div><br /><div>Anyways we (Kerstin & I) decided to walk home from Tours- probably 4-5 miles. And we stopped at McDonald's (They call it Mac Doh's) to get a frappe. Basically what we know as shakes. Mine was peach. The interior was all mahogaony wood and stainless steel. It was amazing.<br /></div><br /><div>This is the facade of one of the buidling at the Institute de Tourraine. This is a pretty cool school to be going to I think. In some of the top rooms they are all decorated like typical French buildings. They are guilded in gold and paintings with giant chandeliers in the middle.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-uyrK4EtNtWll7G5wmOmqJUwedVWswjgdd3807NXd2ebgLwSSrqCMqWg73aPXo0NG8s1qwVDDOikjx6rn41I-IHpF8VSRBwX-gGpCa_vuW0xeeShzXs6cYpz-taxTI2F9IjhYIfq0Nc/s1600/IMG_0176%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482996430588285090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-uyrK4EtNtWll7G5wmOmqJUwedVWswjgdd3807NXd2ebgLwSSrqCMqWg73aPXo0NG8s1qwVDDOikjx6rn41I-IHpF8VSRBwX-gGpCa_vuW0xeeShzXs6cYpz-taxTI2F9IjhYIfq0Nc/s400/IMG_0176%5B1%5D" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br />The other week. I think last week. I went to eat at a new place. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So to give you some background. There are a ton of restaurants here who advertise Kebabs. There is a lot of Indian influence here. So some friencds said that we were going to try this kebab place. And well they are not kebabs. If you look at that picture. That's a pita with french fries. </div><br /><div>It was very greesy and a little messy. But still pretty delicious. Also do yo notice that plastic thing on the side? It FRY SAUCE! Yeah fry sauce in France at an Indian restaurant. It was pretty good. Nothing like our fry sauce at home. But still it was fry sauce. </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEjdCCP-Tn4L2_ivmArn1krJGDLY7IAwEdbBndz6gAiCdELu9iDG9I1yK1eZpFdbXGdxg-69Um4C1BeyWYOUTysa2zPH_ch525mh9NGEl7UFfk5TzR-KfkyU5W_QNvs_p7nqAYXtR8Guo/s1600/IMG_0108%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 338px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482995546319752962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEjdCCP-Tn4L2_ivmArn1krJGDLY7IAwEdbBndz6gAiCdELu9iDG9I1yK1eZpFdbXGdxg-69Um4C1BeyWYOUTysa2zPH_ch525mh9NGEl7UFfk5TzR-KfkyU5W_QNvs_p7nqAYXtR8Guo/s320/IMG_0108%5B1%5D" /></a></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEjdCCP-Tn4L2_ivmArn1krJGDLY7IAwEdbBndz6gAiCdELu9iDG9I1yK1eZpFdbXGdxg-69Um4C1BeyWYOUTysa2zPH_ch525mh9NGEl7UFfk5TzR-KfkyU5W_QNvs_p7nqAYXtR8Guo/s1600/IMG_0108%5B1%5D"></a></div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheuXua6tt3kSw6bT2L_x2GmWu469eGqOe7gpatbBxRMSN1AKvNcyiaa7AFezv7hMAsIoHMqvUsr_T2Y3-wupIapFELLM3PKrWVNTn7JNqR6a2AH7IIkErlAzypz8ebRutWAUqMVEIOwB0/s1600/IMG_0121%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482995834695173346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheuXua6tt3kSw6bT2L_x2GmWu469eGqOe7gpatbBxRMSN1AKvNcyiaa7AFezv7hMAsIoHMqvUsr_T2Y3-wupIapFELLM3PKrWVNTn7JNqR6a2AH7IIkErlAzypz8ebRutWAUqMVEIOwB0/s320/IMG_0121%5B1%5D" /></a></div>Last week I also visited Chenanceau. This is a castle that I have already visited back in 2005 when Haley, Mme Horsley, and I traveled there. The only reason I wanted to see if something was still there. When we were there before Haley & I carved our names on some columns near the castle. So I went on a hunt to try to find them. And voila! They were still there at eye level. It was worth the money and time. I truely adored it. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_ZfQzhf8NrWL-JCfsCk52UK-z4qLYZwUuH5cBq2NgI3pACtt12JvPNnPerXAyWPHLyQtDcS4kQv-AfZfUbDyXEVCyMlqUnOAvoeG6U6dnlZisdg-vab75Sakrj2dpSPrg0udDJ4YbZY/s1600/IMG_0144%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482999695694694370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_ZfQzhf8NrWL-JCfsCk52UK-z4qLYZwUuH5cBq2NgI3pACtt12JvPNnPerXAyWPHLyQtDcS4kQv-AfZfUbDyXEVCyMlqUnOAvoeG6U6dnlZisdg-vab75Sakrj2dpSPrg0udDJ4YbZY/s200/IMG_0144%5B1%5D" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>On Sunday our host family took us to Usee. It's about 20km from Tours in the direction of Villandry. Anyway this is the castle that inspired Sleeping Beauty. So this castle is now one of my favorites. Because they have Disney music playing throught the castle and there are manequins throughout the castle dressed in costumes. It was really cool. We got to climb to the top of this castle and look at the wonderful country side of this quaint town. </div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOlkrb9i5W9Xl4jcEJelJWjjorBUetu0z3Dune4y910s6Wxe9ulBzA3PE6IKiuoZDHTPazZV-eUmv7LzMg438vEZNsO5xgasOqpbviJQ7DWxZIayU7g4uO8TYisuE_tlozdcpG4RHvT7E/s1600/IMG_0178%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483000065738489122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOlkrb9i5W9Xl4jcEJelJWjjorBUetu0z3Dune4y910s6Wxe9ulBzA3PE6IKiuoZDHTPazZV-eUmv7LzMg438vEZNsO5xgasOqpbviJQ7DWxZIayU7g4uO8TYisuE_tlozdcpG4RHvT7E/s400/IMG_0178%5B1%5D" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>I also had my birthday this past Monday. How lucky is that? I have been able to have 2 birthdays in France in my life. I turned 19 in 2005 in Paris. And now 24 in 2010 in Tours. GREAT! And I had some of the best food in my life that day. Well let's just say pasteries.<br /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gFIwwJ7bFtdA8npsMKyzs-q3qwCbc1jM7yuJze7KUTZdv94qHBqV-akvaoyUgVPiVPMm_yscSFkL8SAiQst_KFBlx9K4zzyr_FO9wucSrlCU8kEEk4WBEHLKw1ljf5CsG55_Bo33Whk/s1600/IMG_0213%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483001049269203090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gFIwwJ7bFtdA8npsMKyzs-q3qwCbc1jM7yuJze7KUTZdv94qHBqV-akvaoyUgVPiVPMm_yscSFkL8SAiQst_KFBlx9K4zzyr_FO9wucSrlCU8kEEk4WBEHLKw1ljf5CsG55_Bo33Whk/s320/IMG_0213%5B1%5D" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gFIwwJ7bFtdA8npsMKyzs-q3qwCbc1jM7yuJze7KUTZdv94qHBqV-akvaoyUgVPiVPMm_yscSFkL8SAiQst_KFBlx9K4zzyr_FO9wucSrlCU8kEEk4WBEHLKw1ljf5CsG55_Bo33Whk/s1600/IMG_0213%5B1%5D"></a></p><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZ5de-0ygxU4yuy9Ujz8KIe4ATOwVtxTZt4nMK2FfuQzIJhUlPsyQG2PdeugBopxDiCDehMPOVkJv3KJ7Bw9RXyPHtalkIWte0KxTgRJ1f6fp6zp_2kFy7DHrejI4MVYqN2Xi060GSV0/s1600/IMG_0211%5B2%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483004415990727330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZ5de-0ygxU4yuy9Ujz8KIe4ATOwVtxTZt4nMK2FfuQzIJhUlPsyQG2PdeugBopxDiCDehMPOVkJv3KJ7Bw9RXyPHtalkIWte0KxTgRJ1f6fp6zp_2kFy7DHrejI4MVYqN2Xi060GSV0/s400/IMG_0211%5B2%5D" /></a> <div>That is what is called a religieuse. It is basically two round eclairs stacked on top of each other. Probably the most amazingly delicious thing I've ever put in my mouth. </div><br /><div>In French I have not been able to find a word or an expression that corresponds to what I've just told you. So imagine that. 2 scrumptious eclairs filled with delicious chocolate creme. One on top of the other. Probably about the same calories as a Big Mac or a Carl's Jr cheeseburger. But obviously the better choice. </div><div></div><div></div><div>This week has turned out to be a good one so far. Although it is raining and cloudy. Could someone please tell the weather man to make the sun come out in Tours. Please. I'm cold. </div><div></div><div></div><div>Until next time.</div><div>Keep reading...<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-1429419547648339932010-06-07T07:47:00.000-07:002010-06-07T08:20:28.088-07:00A weekend in Paris<div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2AENCTvDJz153R2OlMnvYzFcwHL0UFIm_p6-3R474PP3lRTYh2eI9IxWv2vu1JFV_ADfyukrLzkTPFwTuD54jH-0bT3hfwRG2iMyBo8wgmtAfn5V3SmnswNM0BeSAc_gjqdEJYNn81oM/s1600/IMG_0022%5B2%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480050568550024546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2AENCTvDJz153R2OlMnvYzFcwHL0UFIm_p6-3R474PP3lRTYh2eI9IxWv2vu1JFV_ADfyukrLzkTPFwTuD54jH-0bT3hfwRG2iMyBo8wgmtAfn5V3SmnswNM0BeSAc_gjqdEJYNn81oM/s320/IMG_0022%5B2%5D" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>Oh my heavens. I just just got back from a weekend in Paris! It was probably the best time ever! I left Tours on Friday afternoon right after school and rode the TGV to Paris. I don't understand why America doesn't have a TGV these things are amazing. It took me about 1 hour to get to Paris from Tours by train and by bus it was 3 hours!<br /></div><div>So I arrived before my friends and went to check into the hotel. After I had to go play cat and mouse in Gare du Nord. I thought it would have been easier to find them there...nope. It was so difficult. But finally found them and took them back to the hotel. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6quH-DYOj9_TSvOcVjg1hP8FaUTk8gG7244myawQSd7InUJedbtT2pXhTRI0N6ZSbNtM2AJZYThLwM2zQWi53S7LtgjpHnib9MqObX6JqE10d5xFiUXAQngT3ujT-ud68Eb2QiUjA_TM/s1600/IMG_0106%5B1%5D"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480051155070137986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6quH-DYOj9_TSvOcVjg1hP8FaUTk8gG7244myawQSd7InUJedbtT2pXhTRI0N6ZSbNtM2AJZYThLwM2zQWi53S7LtgjpHnib9MqObX6JqE10d5xFiUXAQngT3ujT-ud68Eb2QiUjA_TM/s320/IMG_0106%5B1%5D" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>As soon as we dropped our bags off...we were gone outta there. We did so much on Friday night. We went to get a crepe first thing of course. After that we walked to the Eiffel tower. Met some professor and his daughter from BYU in line and walked to the top. Yes we walked to the 1e etage and then took the elevator to the very top. This was so fun but very exhausting! After spending a few hours there we walked to the Arc de Triomphe.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>By this time we needed some food so we found a cafe to eat at. Jeff (my friend) and I split a fois gras and I got chicken. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>After recharging we headed out again. We went to the Eiffel tower again. Then to Sacre Coeur and Montmartre. Afterwords we braved the red light district and walked to the Moulin Rouge. This was a little scary on a Friday night in Paris. We had one girl and 3 guys so I told Emily to walk between us because those men were eyeing here. Disgusting!</div><div> </div><div></div><div>We finally got to the hotel at 2am. What a night!</div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Saturday was fun too, of course. We went to Roland Garros hoping someone would feel bad and give me a ticket. It didn't happen. But we wandered the grounds and looked for stars. I took lots of pictures. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480051429430191154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO9_cI0mH4V8bODevFDEGvBGmrfr_C7OwoO5_dWlUhhzsIPNI_xDKpPmH29qdoqPz0pGpgWQ2rfiab0U6mjweL1vkMqvvjU1cgvebnftJExINbhUxMtbTmEtDdNRGnyNNbTVj9Lg8jofs/s320/IMG_0059%5B1%5D" /><br /><div></div><div>We then did a lot more walking. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>This was a crepe/gelato filled weekend. I have never eaten so much in my life. It was 2-3 hours between "meals." But I am not complaining one bit. It was super amazing! I love crepes and think I should open a crepperie in SLC. Don't y'all think it'll work? I do.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Sunday my train was delayed 2 hours. So I didn't get back to Tours until 10:30pm. That wasn't too bad. The train was quiet and confortable...except for the bathroom. I almost lost it in there. It smelled like an outhouse and my feet stuck to the floor. It was a little gross. Actually it was a lot of gross!</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Now I am back to school finished with another day. I am going to try to go to Family Home Evening here with the missionaries. It should be fun. Also next week is stake conference in Le Mans, France so I might be going there next Sunday. </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Well until next time. </div></div><div><div></div><div> </div><div>Keep Reading....</div></div>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-79746190872893474982010-06-01T12:54:00.000-07:002010-06-01T13:24:56.039-07:00Bonjour ToursI have arrived in Tours.<br /><br />I arrived in Paris at 11h in the morning. The flight was OK. It was direct from SLC to Paris. I dat next to a man from Texas who was originally from Uzbekistan. So he had a thick Russian accent but he instited on talking the entire flight. So he did. He told me that he only speaks the scientific language so he wanted to practice his conversational English.<br /><br />After we arrived at the airport we waited for 2h until the bus left for Tours. The bus ride was too long. I think I would have rather taken the train, much faster. I think I slept a lot on the bus...it was i,possible to stay awake.<br /><br />Finally we arrived around 5h-5h30. So when we arrived there was a festival of wine in the geande park. So there were a lot of people there. The families would come and pick us up at the bus stop. I waited and waited and waited for my family and they never arrived. Finally the bus driver had to call them and finally we found that they were waiting at the train station...not the bu station. So they came racing over to get me. It was quite funny. They were very apologetic. They said that all the other students they'd had arrived by train. So they were not expecting that I would come by bus.<br /><br />Finally we arrived at the house. It's a great little house. It's further from the town centre than I would've liked...but I guess that is what you get for living with Mormons.<br /><br />I am living with Danille and Laurent Mauclair. They are very French. They don't speak English...or at least not much. It makes it pretty hard to express myself at the house. But I think it will be better for me. But I feel BAD because I can't understand everything or respond intelligently to them either.<br /><br />Yesterday for lunch we spent too many euros. I spent 10 euro on an omlette. But today I spent I bought a sandwich for 3 euros. At a delicious boulangerie. It was a chicken sandwich in a pita. The baguettes here cost 0.80 euros. They are very cheap!<br /><br />Yesterday we had to buy a bus pass. So we went to the place to buy them and that was interesting. Because I was a translator for another girl who didn't speak French well enough to understand the lady at the desk. It was a little hard. But we got a great souvenir now. It is a "multi-pass." <br /><br />Today after class got out. Which by the way is VERY long! I thought it was going to be 4h/day. No it is more like 5-6h/day. I am very tired at the end of the day. In the morning there is written comprehension and expression. In the afternoon there is oral comprehension & expression. Then a class of our choice. I went to français juridique. Which is like French law...or something like that. We talked about some seriously hard things. So after school we went for a walk and it rained. So we found shelter under a café and drank some hot chocolate. Mine was with orange syrup...delicious.<br /><br />We finally made it home tonight around 7h30. And we are tired. We ate soup and egg pancake things. They were pretty good. We eat bread and cheese everynight also. I don't know how they stay thin. At dinner we have 3-4 choices of cheese. And they eat a lot of yogurt too. Every morning and evening.<br /><br />Well it is now 22h23 (10:30pm). I should get to bed.<br /><br />Keep reading...<br /><br />à bientot.peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-75816434359718728782010-05-02T15:15:00.000-07:002010-05-02T15:38:56.700-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxH25bR_E4nY12uIilYovf2q8N9RT7RqykmqzXroDojYAkGn7ti-dzPE7GFYOtnJzc3AByqVWmTYOPw2pDrtjWVmCzaeu7Uc9lDhJw5mG7gszgkNL36Py_ek496DfKpboZTTZEH8PkEU/s1600/run13.com.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxH25bR_E4nY12uIilYovf2q8N9RT7RqykmqzXroDojYAkGn7ti-dzPE7GFYOtnJzc3AByqVWmTYOPw2pDrtjWVmCzaeu7Uc9lDhJw5mG7gszgkNL36Py_ek496DfKpboZTTZEH8PkEU/s400/run13.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466801034795752754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Well yesterday I ran in my first 1/2 marathon in Provo, UT. This was probably one of the best races I have ever done.<br /><br />The race didn't start until 8am; which is pretty late for a race. But it was well appreciated. It took a lot of stress off of me and my stomach. Also staying with a friend Friday night helped relieve some stress.<br /><br />I had made a new playlist that I was excited to test on this relatively flat course. And it did. I was cruising...or at least I felt like it. Also I tried a little different approach on the nutrition side of things. Before the race I ate 2 energy gummies. They were tasty enough. I also made sure I ate a proper breakfast (which I usually skip on race day) and drank plenty of water. During the race, at about half way point, I busted out some GU (energy gel stuff). I needed this as I was about to hit 'the wall' but seemed to avoid it this time.<br /><br />Once the cannon (yes they used a cannon instead of a gun) sounded the rain started falling. We ran through rain, snow and sleet. But that did not deter us from running strong. It was a little invigorating after mile 3 when I was warmed up.<br /><br />The course was extremely well marked and manned with enough volunteers. We ran from downtown Provo to Utah lake and back. It really was a nice course.<br /><br />Although my hands have never been so cold in my entire life. I was frozen to my bones. At the end of the race they gave us water and I couldn't even wrap my hand around the bottle so I clasped it with two hands. Someone also tried to shake my hand and I gave them my wrist because I couldn't feel what was my hand or not. <br /><br />Officially my chip time was 1:42:50.7<br /><br />An overall ranking of 68/663 finishers.<br /><br />That's a 7:51 min/mile pace.<br /><br />I was ranked 17 in my age group (19-24).<br /><br /><br />All in all this was a great race and a wonderful experience. Thanks to whoever planned and ran this race it was a success.<br /><br /></span></span>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-52329880067856248492010-04-24T20:10:00.000-07:002010-04-24T20:18:18.092-07:00Hang on a litte longer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIfB7tWjAfia28twdAU2ucefkvpG4N-T50aM_f2NyfgFoM0nn6a_uIDCHbbvatLFeNtJ-o7vOpsFw5ZQhyphenhyphen5iayOoKDu-OUWxI1ws1NM6RlOHSqGmj9rLUTl2m_bqLeDecqfXDhB-B_WA/s1600/Focus.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIfB7tWjAfia28twdAU2ucefkvpG4N-T50aM_f2NyfgFoM0nn6a_uIDCHbbvatLFeNtJ-o7vOpsFw5ZQhyphenhyphen5iayOoKDu-OUWxI1ws1NM6RlOHSqGmj9rLUTl2m_bqLeDecqfXDhB-B_WA/s400/Focus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463908820658169618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I am trying to hang on just a little longer. The end of the semester is nigh...but not nigh enough.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I feel like a gymnast hanging on to the uneven bars by their fingertips. Straining with all my might to stay up there for one last spin before I dismount.<br /><br />One more week of classes and then finals. Then 2 weeks 'til I board the plane headed to the city of lights (Paris).<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-39944387760601830962010-04-09T12:48:00.000-07:002010-04-09T13:07:39.963-07:00Travel arrangements<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchIEdJepDu340jNlvGSVCHQD0lvUrGlWxMKiNsDzUA87SehhHzqbZpU9DL8LFXOM8HMvALM5PNepViiuNjy6K7dTQtAb8DKYXWXvP4ODc1DF1FBc-DKqr7x6bchyphenhyphenuaMvxcAZSGwQTzpI/s1600/East+Tours.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458230694228833010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchIEdJepDu340jNlvGSVCHQD0lvUrGlWxMKiNsDzUA87SehhHzqbZpU9DL8LFXOM8HMvALM5PNepViiuNjy6K7dTQtAb8DKYXWXvP4ODc1DF1FBc-DKqr7x6bchyphenhyphenuaMvxcAZSGwQTzpI/s400/East+Tours.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Travel arrangements. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">What can I say? It's more frustrating than trying to pull an elephant thorugh a nog by it's tail. I can't seem to find a good deal or work the wesbites very well. I search for long periods of time and on many many websites and still NADA! Help. I think I am losing hair over this. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">So far the iteinterary (still negotiable) is leave either the 28 May or 29 May. Fly rom SLC to Charles de Gaulle (CDG). Get myself to Tours (somehow). Meet my family on Sunday, get situated and start school on Monday 31 May.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">The program officially ends the 3 July. I will not be coming home at that time though. My mom had a dream last night that I was staying an extra 3 months...well that sounds like a grand idea don't you think? So from Tours I'll be spending some time in Paris or the surrounding vicinity. Then flying to the grand country of Denmark on the 6 July to visit with Claire! YAY!!!</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">From Denmark I guess I'll be coming home (grudgeingly). I will be home, hopefully, the 11 July. Only to complete my degree, then hop on the next plane back to Paris to become a fat butter-living Frenchman who eats eclairs for petit dejeuner, dejeuner, et le diner. </span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I am so excited I kind of am done with this semeseter. I just want to work a lot to get as much money as possible so I can fully enjoy my 6 weeks off of work. </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPq_olLJwvAvAgMqcfM81TzrCNEtLzuJMnwcYTgIC3Dh0ybawjW5jl4cTfb_MDLUdqn07t6rMCWRy2rPcMFBChHUjLc28v2Ch95bP10j-5myrPH0YxLfxMfRdHP1IjZ6t8u05wW8s4qA/s1600/tours_france_05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458231012328620242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPq_olLJwvAvAgMqcfM81TzrCNEtLzuJMnwcYTgIC3Dh0ybawjW5jl4cTfb_MDLUdqn07t6rMCWRy2rPcMFBChHUjLc28v2Ch95bP10j-5myrPH0YxLfxMfRdHP1IjZ6t8u05wW8s4qA/s400/tours_france_05.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPq_olLJwvAvAgMqcfM81TzrCNEtLzuJMnwcYTgIC3Dh0ybawjW5jl4cTfb_MDLUdqn07t6rMCWRy2rPcMFBChHUjLc28v2Ch95bP10j-5myrPH0YxLfxMfRdHP1IjZ6t8u05wW8s4qA/s1600/tours_france_05.jpg"></a> </div></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPq_olLJwvAvAgMqcfM81TzrCNEtLzuJMnwcYTgIC3Dh0ybawjW5jl4cTfb_MDLUdqn07t6rMCWRy2rPcMFBChHUjLc28v2Ch95bP10j-5myrPH0YxLfxMfRdHP1IjZ6t8u05wW8s4qA/s1600/tours_france_05.jpg"></a> </div></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPq_olLJwvAvAgMqcfM81TzrCNEtLzuJMnwcYTgIC3Dh0ybawjW5jl4cTfb_MDLUdqn07t6rMCWRy2rPcMFBChHUjLc28v2Ch95bP10j-5myrPH0YxLfxMfRdHP1IjZ6t8u05wW8s4qA/s1600/tours_france_05.jpg"></a> </div></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPq_olLJwvAvAgMqcfM81TzrCNEtLzuJMnwcYTgIC3Dh0ybawjW5jl4cTfb_MDLUdqn07t6rMCWRy2rPcMFBChHUjLc28v2Ch95bP10j-5myrPH0YxLfxMfRdHP1IjZ6t8u05wW8s4qA/s1600/tours_france_05.jpg"></a> </div></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Here I come Tours. Get ready for me to stomp on your <span style="font-family:georgia;">soil</span>. Eat your cheese. And steal your accent.</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPq_olLJwvAvAgMqcfM81TzrCNEtLzuJMnwcYTgIC3Dh0ybawjW5jl4cTfb_MDLUdqn07t6rMCWRy2rPcMFBChHUjLc28v2Ch95bP10j-5myrPH0YxLfxMfRdHP1IjZ6t8u05wW8s4qA/s1600/tours_france_05.jpg"></a> </div></div>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-68801987650875700122010-03-22T17:23:00.000-07:002010-03-22T17:49:59.228-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtiVrP4vKWcQETEYQ0mT8EIZPlJpvjXQCyeOX3HWpwd4TozgFHc8ChSEH4qqo7nP0c4pXiz6vGablxfJkz2MmDisx3ISf1sRSXa6xYAQhUdG_ZPMHA5l6whsKtVNYX2r5h1LZEA-GzIg/s1600-h/paris_tour_eiffel_bw.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtiVrP4vKWcQETEYQ0mT8EIZPlJpvjXQCyeOX3HWpwd4TozgFHc8ChSEH4qqo7nP0c4pXiz6vGablxfJkz2MmDisx3ISf1sRSXa6xYAQhUdG_ZPMHA5l6whsKtVNYX2r5h1LZEA-GzIg/s320/paris_tour_eiffel_bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451619344234885570" border="0" /></a><br />Vive la France!!!<br /><br />So I finally have heard back from the study abroad off ice at the University of Utah. And the verdict is I AM GOING TO FRANCE!!<br />I will be studying in Tours, France for 5 weeks this summer. I could not be happier. As many of you know I am in love in france. In fact, right this very moment I am watching "Paris, Je T'aime." I will be in heaven for 5 weeks and may never want to return. :)<br /><br />Haley and I have visited Tours before. It is in the heart of castle country (the Loire Valley). Such a beautiful place full of countryside and wonderful French culture. I am particularly excited to visit the castle Villandry again. When Haley and I were there before we stayed in "Le Cheval Rouge" next dorr but we did not go to the castle. So we decided to break in the grounds after hours. So it might be nice to see it in the day light without watching my back.<br /><br />Tours has the reputation of using the most pure form of French. Some people still say there are some people that speak Gaulois or Basque language. They will not try to speak English to me like in Paris. Hopefully I will come home with a wonderful french accent speaking wonderful beautiful French. I can perhaps speak flawlessly with Ben.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6nb49FsHol7em1HnN6h1eVlaM5ZVIB5GmcKyrdBaHC1ls71uXyebEUB2anKdN5akFaxIFy1boSbAq9ttKP1huFEfHb9EF8WzMc5NnhhuQ9xevXJ7Oe1aM6OTjbd1TwDiw_trMKYmlFA/s1600-h/beret+black.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6nb49FsHol7em1HnN6h1eVlaM5ZVIB5GmcKyrdBaHC1ls71uXyebEUB2anKdN5akFaxIFy1boSbAq9ttKP1huFEfHb9EF8WzMc5NnhhuQ9xevXJ7Oe1aM6OTjbd1TwDiw_trMKYmlFA/s200/beret+black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451624850460290002" border="0" /></a>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-4625063111767324192010-01-29T20:57:00.000-08:002010-01-29T21:15:47.705-08:00Spring 2010"Well Well Well what have we here, huh? It's gonna be a... a happy new year. There there...there there."<br /><br />So spring semester is in full swing. I am taking another whopping 16 credits. I don't know how to do anything less.<br />I am taking:<br />PH TX 2700- Common Medicines<br />HEDU 3030- Medical Terminology<br />HEDU 4950- EMS program planning & evaluation<br />ART 2060- Digital Photography<br />FRNCH 3600- French Conversation<br />LING 1200- Intro to language study<br />And the occasional Yoga on Wednesdays and Swimming on Tuesdays & Thursdays.<br /><br />Needless to say. I am busy and pooped too!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXV-51bdJX7DQXdckCJMcoX57ffmZeAx3AKchkoHBOH2bOChsfKQBoS2G4Y4KpWSp4z0IkVFqpCBBxEDMWpgJyWkzEF5u45lKgRMhd9HhR-GthmkjOOyBajqYp1f9yKuTR2V-fQDogb0Q/s1600-h/it_band_syn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXV-51bdJX7DQXdckCJMcoX57ffmZeAx3AKchkoHBOH2bOChsfKQBoS2G4Y4KpWSp4z0IkVFqpCBBxEDMWpgJyWkzEF5u45lKgRMhd9HhR-GthmkjOOyBajqYp1f9yKuTR2V-fQDogb0Q/s320/it_band_syn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432395713740891842" border="0" /></a><br />Oh yes so here's some exciting news for all y'all. I am doing physical therapy for my knees. They get swollen and I have sharp pain in them when I run. Which is a lot if you did not know. So Dr. Burton checked my out and said I had IT (iliotibial) band syndrome. So he said I could find out how to stretch it and what not online. But that physical therapy will help teach me to prevent it. So I have been twice now and the first day I was beat. They twisted and poked and probed and manipulated. I was beat.<br />The conclusion that Dr. Ashcraft came up with was that I am VERY tight in the knee area. All my ligaments are super tight and not allowing my knee to move like it should. My kneecap is being compressed to where, in the future, it will rub against my fibula. So they've got me doing these leg stretches and kneecap stretches 3 times a day. They are hard. I am supposed to be titling my knee caps and maneuvering them in odd positions. But hey if it will help my knees not hurt when I run. I will be happy.<br /><br />Well that is about all I have. I am a little tired. I should go to bed earlier.<br />Sleep Eight Feel Great!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_LkK-B-T7V3hkPOJ8vxf8hiMVKE8y7wnrrcsQQJOXbi-UXQAgJEGlhs71gx6CfoOjbto6iGjFbK9uQFGY2uyaV0kXn-jBGJV2aoXZjGtipfIZsV7cLzqJFRfXSrGIiub_OzjVHvPnHuQ/s1600-h/IMGP9574.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_LkK-B-T7V3hkPOJ8vxf8hiMVKE8y7wnrrcsQQJOXbi-UXQAgJEGlhs71gx6CfoOjbto6iGjFbK9uQFGY2uyaV0kXn-jBGJV2aoXZjGtipfIZsV7cLzqJFRfXSrGIiub_OzjVHvPnHuQ/s200/IMGP9574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432396979585157266" border="0" /></a>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-86826647328139136382009-12-27T16:23:00.000-08:002009-12-27T16:36:22.451-08:00Chegg.com is great!<span style="font-family:arial;"> So I must explain a little dilemma I am having right now. A few semester ago I stumbled across a great textbook renting website called Chegg.com. You rent your textbooks for a quarter or semester and then return them. I especially like </span>this for Math and other bizarre classes that I'll never have any practical use with. Well this semester rented 3 books back in August. Now that's a long time ago.<br /><br /> So the semester has ended and it's time to send back those books that I will no longer need. Well I boxed up 2 of the books that came in the Chegg.com bright orange box and sent them on their way. The next day I gladly marched to the campus bookstore to sell that Management 3500 book back to receive a wonderful cash prize of $76.00. I walked out a richer man. Much better than the measly $10 you receive after a full year in grade school.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipro_9QCJaNcqHRNCrRFdqCWOFYEX2F4FOvNzOQ_sc9c-eXOxmt_2fx-FDYOC13ECjUW3sFdB3wvQNi7y2VONzQzMa6xn9zXL2dqGT3rp4y1YX3V_xLj7IfQ-2JBzg9BlVa_SyVC3g1Oc/s1600-h/201208174934chegg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipro_9QCJaNcqHRNCrRFdqCWOFYEX2F4FOvNzOQ_sc9c-eXOxmt_2fx-FDYOC13ECjUW3sFdB3wvQNi7y2VONzQzMa6xn9zXL2dqGT3rp4y1YX3V_xLj7IfQ-2JBzg9BlVa_SyVC3g1Oc/s320/201208174934chegg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420078861388163570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> The next day I am reading my e-mails and received on from Chegg.com customer service that said; "your <span style="font-weight: bold;">3</span> textbooks are now 1 day overdue." WAH!!! 3 TEXTBOOKS! I had totally forgotten that the Management book was rented because it came in an Amazon box and totally fooled me. NOOOOOO! Now what do I do?<br /><br /> So I log onto Chegg.com and start a chat session with Katherine while at work. She told me I had to purchase the book. So I had to seemingly type my debit card number in to avoid late fees. Now I continue to get e-mails. "Your books are now 2 days overdue." "...they are now 3 days overdue." Where's the package? Darn USPS they've lost those precious books that I hope I don't need to buy...because they were really boring.<br /><br /> What a wonderful feeling it is to know that you are to dumb to remember which books you own and which books you don't.<br /><br /><br /> Thanks Chegg.competer cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-18241384807468785612009-11-28T20:55:00.000-08:002009-11-28T21:07:53.087-08:00Look at me I am updateing my blog. I felt that this was not-worthy to post for the world to view. I have been working on a dumb Social Marketing Campaign this semester entitled; "Sleep Eight Feel Great."<br />We are trying to get people to sleep eight hours a night to reduce their stress and improve their immunity. This is the T.V. ad we created.<br />I also have a PowerPoint presentation of our campaign nitty-gritty. But I felt like you didn't need to look at that.<br />So take a look and let me know what you think.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyUGKmsHnKxljXBSuRus40zuDGH2ide9t7nFF8qFLwq6Uwb3u3tiI7SH2A1VV-duvbB3m4yFLeRTEx_4LrQww' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Hopefully this gets us an A.peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-58759604840549159372009-07-05T19:19:00.000-07:002009-07-05T19:31:03.076-07:00Where has the time gone?I am wondering what happens to the time when you are not documenting you every waking moment as do Mormon missionaries.<br />After returning from a full-time mission for the LDS church you are sort of lost without your daily planner; which is your life.<br />I cannot honestly tell you what I have done in this past year that actually amounts to something. Nothing is as satisfying as living the Gospel to a "T" w/o the influences of Satan and the world. And now you are thrust back into 'real' life expected to know what to do and how to do it. They make you spend anywhere from 3-12 weeks training how to become a missionary, but ZERO (0) weeks or even minutes on how to 'UN'become a missionary.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdlZo7mLbZFclukGzGgfpvug-WOYWqRSPEkEUwiZ1lcw-1gNEW2iFNulyRa37SrGJ5zoxuz1_bcMXbTTdxWKYLzbTpT2u-rJFdHrxQlXfrmmCAVWlScpiiDCwvcwHBTwkkC74d4dP-6cg/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdlZo7mLbZFclukGzGgfpvug-WOYWqRSPEkEUwiZ1lcw-1gNEW2iFNulyRa37SrGJ5zoxuz1_bcMXbTTdxWKYLzbTpT2u-rJFdHrxQlXfrmmCAVWlScpiiDCwvcwHBTwkkC74d4dP-6cg/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355167491553361618" border="0" /></a>Anyway I was able to visit with some great people from Lynchburg, VA where I spent a total of 7 1/2 months. The Mays family was visiting Utah.<br />Carolyn- the one in front of me all the way on the right has a major crush on me. Every week at church she'd stand by me as we passed out programs and slyling slip he hand in mine until I YANKED it away.<br /><br />They had "no idear" I'd been gone for over 1 year!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZos8MyX2_cgVHaJVlMt8U94MkMSgiwn3VgVIYuH7gWbeqtgHDmuriBtysPVXhgq6OKZfAyRDLccMVH2vRz9OHwbHdWK6Jr2bL8rvv5eVRnFffXNa8172UROzsnHyrGrZyFGlRKFDRejA/s1600-h/welcome+to+WV.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZos8MyX2_cgVHaJVlMt8U94MkMSgiwn3VgVIYuH7gWbeqtgHDmuriBtysPVXhgq6OKZfAyRDLccMVH2vRz9OHwbHdWK6Jr2bL8rvv5eVRnFffXNa8172UROzsnHyrGrZyFGlRKFDRejA/s400/welcome+to+WV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355168453821938178" border="0" /></a>Oh how I miss the great states of West Virginia and Virginia. One day I will return.peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-17194319277137848902009-06-10T21:35:00.000-07:002009-06-10T21:36:01.530-07:00Welcome to the World Max<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi83VNMV6OFMVQ8Pi34BwoEuF-PsI52sUb2ndbAWQGfVYPqpTorMsNlUklLP6fp2-nVXeSWt0Fz3D_AECgFh0aSHCknw2ZojOuvrOa9WvcxEgl-GFQprX51-xnGlzchI_nQ3-CnZa04rRk/s1600-h/IMGP9463.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi83VNMV6OFMVQ8Pi34BwoEuF-PsI52sUb2ndbAWQGfVYPqpTorMsNlUklLP6fp2-nVXeSWt0Fz3D_AECgFh0aSHCknw2ZojOuvrOa9WvcxEgl-GFQprX51-xnGlzchI_nQ3-CnZa04rRk/s320/IMGP9463.JPG" /></a> <br />So yesterday at 7:25pm my little nephew Max Alexander Stoker was born into this world.<br />He weighed a whopping 8lbs 15oz and measured 22" long. He was a big baby for little Tara's body.<br />No wonder she couldn't move for the last few weeks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYerrBgNTXCiF0u7yao3qzRfB-L_0IdOLy397mH13bXUXN0jyJ7U91HcJRzLyu3OwdKdRjihyphenhyphenR_ZhtvpkiBeMvpQX5dCFjoFhDSHp6TMvnmibiW0MyHKtadRjhFv_LV3hzi11qADGA4Kk/s1600-h/IMGP9464.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYerrBgNTXCiF0u7yao3qzRfB-L_0IdOLy397mH13bXUXN0jyJ7U91HcJRzLyu3OwdKdRjihyphenhyphenR_ZhtvpkiBeMvpQX5dCFjoFhDSHp6TMvnmibiW0MyHKtadRjhFv_LV3hzi11qADGA4Kk/s320/IMGP9464.JPG" /></a>.<br /><br />It is amazing what God can create. Looking at this little person squirm and coo just makes<br />you think what else God can do.<br /><br />Little Max is going to have a great life with a big family who will love him to death.<br /><br />He's a healthy little kid with only squished ears. Fat rolls downn his legs and beautiful<br />long hair.<br /><br />We're excited Max finally decided to come even after a little coaxing of the doctors and<br />nurses he reluctantly entered into the world.<br /><br />Welcome Max Alexander Stoker<br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeOPsz9oF5vUKV_7QeiayNYajCOKQWH5f1XbmpMu3OFHwSpi4C2pvgDOONexLMQOm7iCuLwWCzkPrZRXxWvxuHOiE5WgnmgrrrEqCRTeHNx1y6Ykog5mreEBg06eKKL5dkQkx3i0_tsY/s1600-h/IMGP9468.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeOPsz9oF5vUKV_7QeiayNYajCOKQWH5f1XbmpMu3OFHwSpi4C2pvgDOONexLMQOm7iCuLwWCzkPrZRXxWvxuHOiE5WgnmgrrrEqCRTeHNx1y6Ykog5mreEBg06eKKL5dkQkx3i0_tsY/s320/IMGP9468.JPG" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6ukZCE1uf2yNb93FOQcY-bc4dLoTktIQHhC2im_LdMQ_fJtBIGyOmtYGPbHiPGZ439a8P3axzBunqOAjiYMLRfOOdkHGIOdF1hILqUA7BLeH2lnoEdaluIaI4cGt4S3YblRVKToS850/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6ukZCE1uf2yNb93FOQcY-bc4dLoTktIQHhC2im_LdMQ_fJtBIGyOmtYGPbHiPGZ439a8P3axzBunqOAjiYMLRfOOdkHGIOdF1hILqUA7BLeH2lnoEdaluIaI4cGt4S3YblRVKToS850/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-27741348638374740662009-05-22T06:47:00.000-07:002009-05-22T06:47:26.108-07:00Preston's back!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">We are SO glad he made it home safely. And we're so grateful for his valiant service.<br />Way to go Preston!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWJ0-uaoSWMJ6jKQ_tOPX_5S8uo-L7UX8kJFJLwTSTdqWDebbD2aoXtFkyJyl7RWcHrrrKrxVevbL7UMUt7LXiqJ773dZuoiFlwHhcRdndFUbOseQtcTpFqgwkSWKTd-l9P44abl0d2WU/s1600-h/IMGP9430.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWJ0-uaoSWMJ6jKQ_tOPX_5S8uo-L7UX8kJFJLwTSTdqWDebbD2aoXtFkyJyl7RWcHrrrKrxVevbL7UMUt7LXiqJ773dZuoiFlwHhcRdndFUbOseQtcTpFqgwkSWKTd-l9P44abl0d2WU/s320/IMGP9430.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJi3R6DLHzWm3sM9mVJLjvc8eV6rHhUVDNAs63oWpjxeojB_RsliC1gJVAUlbR7r-hzdwYyymQNtgbvU7Lz987MsgcqreMuidbw9yrnyhpplGYCxJCivu8aRt4AMPfSrngnREOuSyhyphenhyphenQ/s1600-h/IMGP9431.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJi3R6DLHzWm3sM9mVJLjvc8eV6rHhUVDNAs63oWpjxeojB_RsliC1gJVAUlbR7r-hzdwYyymQNtgbvU7Lz987MsgcqreMuidbw9yrnyhpplGYCxJCivu8aRt4AMPfSrngnREOuSyhyphenhyphenQ/s320/IMGP9431.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2FfqzZbvEGc6mi9hYqdBN_fa_WQVREL1o1koST7MJoYFta6UieKx6L4Ve4JeAO6sTieS7v89w4Ih4TSJAr9wdkW0O7NO5LBu5qZ56sLqz9LlNe3_2nam5e8uwDCWjEP-aGnIyf_klYk/s1600-h/IMGP9432.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2FfqzZbvEGc6mi9hYqdBN_fa_WQVREL1o1koST7MJoYFta6UieKx6L4Ve4JeAO6sTieS7v89w4Ih4TSJAr9wdkW0O7NO5LBu5qZ56sLqz9LlNe3_2nam5e8uwDCWjEP-aGnIyf_klYk/s320/IMGP9432.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY8k-BjCcsjFAsCacLVMlJwVQ8zuWyvq-zu0QviuYX7IA2Nu4UqVPGwo4A3FXSz8RjsrxaL9vRxjz40r80HNsn7FA6Z24Ko94CKkHClNRYceJs9kDrm80as5zN9bfmiFriz36JsV-qyOc/s1600-h/IMGP9433.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY8k-BjCcsjFAsCacLVMlJwVQ8zuWyvq-zu0QviuYX7IA2Nu4UqVPGwo4A3FXSz8RjsrxaL9vRxjz40r80HNsn7FA6Z24Ko94CKkHClNRYceJs9kDrm80as5zN9bfmiFriz36JsV-qyOc/s320/IMGP9433.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-36402590387084759022009-05-09T21:41:00.000-07:002009-05-09T21:47:11.158-07:00Support Local Artists<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIMjudduWDjVzcqCyY6OzsrBcOnv6nybRCQgRwAt4kolt9h4cuo6C8eVPd2O6E5ZuNaY8oEOWCrgI5fXXsueKnNEj7WvgoobcoKrkULxKl4yk9JmvsFeBhPZP8KuQZ6uphsw7Iz2ZjmLo/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIMjudduWDjVzcqCyY6OzsrBcOnv6nybRCQgRwAt4kolt9h4cuo6C8eVPd2O6E5ZuNaY8oEOWCrgI5fXXsueKnNEj7WvgoobcoKrkULxKl4yk9JmvsFeBhPZP8KuQZ6uphsw7Iz2ZjmLo/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334051910224361746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Salt Lake is a wonderful place to live. There are so many different things to do here. One thing for example is attending local art shows. Tonight my Brother, Sister-in-law, and I went to a local art show just off 2300 E and 3500 S in Holladay. It was in an old antique building that back in the 1920s was used as an assembly line producing TVs and headphones.<br />We particularly went to see one of Alex's friend, Greg White. He is an amazing painter.<br />The painting pictured here is one that he painted and Alex is now the proud owner. I told him he needs to put it above Max's crib. That would surely make him sleep the entire night.<br /></span></span>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-2254434942793137542009-03-19T22:03:00.000-07:002009-03-20T14:13:05.905-07:00Aren't Blogs Great?<a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWFgHUDgL4jSdoejm44gkGzrztdYbTWdNw-z4D_19OGyKKVA0dek1RLu9D_eSmjnQywL_fQri4DZ5wvbv-EJYgHMIwNUzDuxAyQP62gbEGaGmeI9hZ8soumoSewsZbwzORGsYsDUgxWo/s1600-h/Roanoke+star.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWFgHUDgL4jSdoejm44gkGzrztdYbTWdNw-z4D_19OGyKKVA0dek1RLu9D_eSmjnQywL_fQri4DZ5wvbv-EJYgHMIwNUzDuxAyQP62gbEGaGmeI9hZ8soumoSewsZbwzORGsYsDUgxWo/s200/Roanoke+star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315132672376883442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Don't you think that Blogs are just the most wonderful thing in the world? They keep everyone up to date. I mean all of my family lives within close proximity of me yet I have to read their blogs in order to find out what is going on in their lives.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have to read one my cousin's to find out that they actually have personalities.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have to read my sister-in-law's to find out they're going to Las Vegas...and having a baby boy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have to read some other family member's to realize their true opinions on life.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And this is all so amazing because I see all of these people at least once a week. What is going on here? Have we solely resorted to communicating through mass media and done away with the good old fashioned phone call or face-to-face communication? It sure seems like it. I think these Blog things are a good way to communicate to family across the miles, but across the street. Come on!</span>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122955128190161516.post-71669383416921093662009-02-12T20:31:00.000-08:002009-02-12T21:07:31.647-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://monroeanderson.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f195bd88834010535c97e50970c-800wi"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 313px;" src="http://monroeanderson.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f195bd88834010535c97e50970c-800wi" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">George Washington.<br />Who is this man? The first President of the United States you say?<br />Well do I have news for you. He was actually the 9th President of our grand country.<br />There were actually 8 men ahead of him.<br />I have been searching helplessly for the book I read this in, but have been unsuccessful. I read it at a Kohl's department store in West Valley City. This book contained many other facts that were only part true. And the feature story</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> was Mr. Washington. He was, in fact, the 1st President under the new (current) constitution.<br />Take my word for it or you can go hunt for this book next to the Hallmark cards.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Also today is my parent's 28th wedding anniversary. WOW!! That is older than I am... hopefully. Way to go parentals.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /></span><img src="file:///C:/Users/Peter/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myspacechamp.com/graphics/anniversary/anniversary_myspace_graphics_08.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 331px;" src="http://www.myspacechamp.com/graphics/anniversary/anniversary_myspace_graphics_08.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>peter cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12269467692775113918noreply@blogger.com2