tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38341911452057477802024-03-05T12:22:30.348-05:00Set Adrift in the Big World... (or is it a small world after all?!)Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-33215860987833143622010-12-24T10:30:00.005-05:002010-12-24T10:52:12.832-05:00Christmas traditionsThis is the first time I've been with family for the entire Christmas season in many years. I have never once in my life played touch football, whether holiday or not. Yet, this morning I awoke with such a desire to have a bunch of people over, throw the old pigskin around, and then come into the warm house to some spiked eggnog and eat some dinner. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK8OaK-6h-9j1r5EcVSo7e9ScExwVKwnsWRkBv6kJYZDj0SOfHY54UeJ4wJ5wBuQscFu65T66NhxOUaloRzlKf1zNM81WRbHF1cj-x2Q7Uv8jt6TfhHhfBk-yYyPFuBiKrRBlHCGTVbLw/s1600/101940161.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 74px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK8OaK-6h-9j1r5EcVSo7e9ScExwVKwnsWRkBv6kJYZDj0SOfHY54UeJ4wJ5wBuQscFu65T66NhxOUaloRzlKf1zNM81WRbHF1cj-x2Q7Uv8jt6TfhHhfBk-yYyPFuBiKrRBlHCGTVbLw/s200/101940161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554276371106363874" border="0" /></a>My family and the odd guest or two coming for dinner will not be enough to play the game I've envisioned. Is it wrong to be saddened by not partaking in a tradition that has never been ours? I'm pretty sure no one even has a football.Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-79393779919406967082010-12-24T10:18:00.004-05:002010-12-24T10:29:30.674-05:00what I want for ChristmasLast night I was caught off guard. Out at a bar a friend asked me what I want for Christmas. Through some kind of miracle I didn't just point my finger at the boy across the table.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF2AOwRnl2t6YuV9thcEVPuI0ap8ulIPL_kocndIB2M1ALuePrabQKGoBqFnXY6Skx5LO7isu7oh51mqrWN9hy5dmgE98iaDP1Wt8Ujho22PpQNCm_ceWo6PiI9tY2s3ZifkLpThEVwU4/s1600/200562018-001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF2AOwRnl2t6YuV9thcEVPuI0ap8ulIPL_kocndIB2M1ALuePrabQKGoBqFnXY6Skx5LO7isu7oh51mqrWN9hy5dmgE98iaDP1Wt8Ujho22PpQNCm_ceWo6PiI9tY2s3ZifkLpThEVwU4/s200/200562018-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554270332811510194" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I was able to recover my senses and tell her I wanted not just a keyless entry for my car, but a remote engine start to get her all heated up.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJTb125VD-RRb13dK9KGSQw6a0Z6BX3zlDS_7mxEqo3JKeYUPn5gcb26_DE-o3-6hNiSZb_kqyk_MtZlev1BmRb5pNgLbD-XBOk-iJf_U6c7c7Yrsy2WFPYkbknLkII25hohwsX_39OU/s1600/82137072.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJTb125VD-RRb13dK9KGSQw6a0Z6BX3zlDS_7mxEqo3JKeYUPn5gcb26_DE-o3-6hNiSZb_kqyk_MtZlev1BmRb5pNgLbD-XBOk-iJf_U6c7c7Yrsy2WFPYkbknLkII25hohwsX_39OU/s200/82137072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554270334895078594" border="0" /></a><br />Maybe I should have just pointed across the table?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJTb125VD-RRb13dK9KGSQw6a0Z6BX3zlDS_7mxEqo3JKeYUPn5gcb26_DE-o3-6hNiSZb_kqyk_MtZlev1BmRb5pNgLbD-XBOk-iJf_U6c7c7Yrsy2WFPYkbknLkII25hohwsX_39OU/s1600/82137072.jpg"><br /></a>Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-20299932212098859792010-12-21T15:07:00.004-05:002010-12-22T19:07:55.942-05:00on rememberingLately I've been remembering a lot of random information. Maybe it's living back with mom that brings old forgotten memories flooding back? But in addition to this, I've been pondering the things I've forgotten.<br /><br />I can't remember the name of Becky's girlfriend from when I first met Becky.<br /><br />I don't remember Andrew's last name yet he played such a large role in my life for those months.<br /><br />But I do remember the only time I've ever been skiing, snowboarding or on a snowmobile.<br /><br />I remember my dad and Buzz Manzer standing next to that giant pine tree between the houses, the tree that they raised on beer, stories and urine. I always walked up at the end of a joke that they promised to tell me "when you're older". Yeah...I'm older...but no one remembers the jokes like I remember they're owed to me.<br /><br />I can't remember the sound of my dad's laughter....but I can remember the feel of the skin on his arms.<br /><br />I remember my first license plate: CA 3JUY619 and my first driver license number but none since. Great joy when I moved back to CA...they gave me back my original driver license number! The only one I've ever known by heart!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-61247522363185459692010-12-21T13:47:00.004-05:002010-12-21T14:02:27.217-05:00remiss in my dutiesI have been terribly remiss in my blogging duties.<br />I have left Czech Republic.<br />I spent 10 days in South Carolina lolling on the beach.<br />I spent a few wonderful days with friends in NYC and CT.<br />I was reunited with loved pets.<br />My mom, Kiyomi, Kazimir, Charlie Parker and I drove across the USA in a truck full of my stuff.<br />I am now living in Redding CA.<br />I go to school to be a teacher.<br />I have completed one semester with one more semester of schooling then one semester of student teaching and then I'll be a teacher, certifiable.Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-33043287093944469932010-03-09T05:33:00.002-05:002010-03-09T05:36:29.863-05:00VISA!!Where was Jeff when I needed his urging to post the most important thing in a long time....I HAVE MY CZECH VISA!!! I'm currently living in the Czech Republic LEGALLY! I travel in and out of the Schengen Zone! Finally!<br /><br />Yippee!!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-25710157639151449952010-02-24T15:23:00.002-05:002010-02-24T15:26:01.394-05:00about a missing postThe other day on the way to work I wrote an entire new blog post on my iPhone on that cute little yellow lined paper note section. The problem is....on Monday afternoon my phone froze. Normally this wouldn't be that big of a deal, just hold down the top button and the home button and shazam, the phone restarts. Well....my top button doesn't work. So, this is a short post about a post I wrote the other day (that I can't remember anything about but I know it was good!) that is currently locked inside my phone.<br /><br />If you, or someone you know, can help me restart an unlocked iPhone with a broken top button....please let me know!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-53302349691057262262010-02-23T05:04:00.003-05:002010-02-23T10:53:13.995-05:00This is the thanks I get!I'm sick....again. I feel really bad about it. I actually HATE canceling my classes and disappointing the kids! Some of them actually look forward to my class!! How great is that? (Last week, during a wave goodbye type song, a little boy started crying. After the song I asked his mother what was wrong...she said it was because HE DIDN'T WANT TO GO!! I love my job!)<br /><br />However, I'm fairly certain that it is because of THEM that I am sick...AGAIN!<br /><br />My friends recently took over the care of 4 children. They went from 0-4 in one day. And it was her recent status update that made me feel better about being sick. She said: "There's an exponential increase of sickness at our house from pre-kids days...unbelieveable." That's why I'm sick! I went from being around 0 kids to being around roughly FIFTY. And it was her friend's comments that added to my happiness....that it gets better! Every year you get more and more used to being around the germ piles and stop getting sick as much. Yippee!<br /><br />So I guess the thanks I get for teaching young kids that this picture means "cow" in English is to get sick every couple months....well then...I'll take it!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-37579836686441507962010-02-09T03:47:00.003-05:002010-02-09T03:48:33.924-05:00what DOESN'T make me feel better?To make me feel better about the heat being off last night....My roommate, who's flat this is (it was his grandmother's before him) just told me that it was off for two weeks during February of last year because the kettle was broken. THAT doesn't make me feel better!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-13131166321671660222010-02-09T03:41:00.004-05:002010-02-09T03:46:31.254-05:00the universe and her crazy waysFor about 2 days I couldn't find my iPhone headphones anywhere. I had just about decided that I had lost them, that I would have to buy new ones, when i found them yesterday tucked in a rarely used pocket of my backpack.<br /><br />Last night....Kazi found them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOE6bKInQC1JcEGjW3MZBRpJc19fs8G8CPF-4rytbUYfq_OJUw37aW3kstErrqgTHjePXvJLuTM4iJAG4-ATD4Zt93_FxvXOvZXOvcxLEpVWbQI8FWAuRBE8Uq7IE2AR0m5149n6TGyqE/s1600-h/photo(5).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOE6bKInQC1JcEGjW3MZBRpJc19fs8G8CPF-4rytbUYfq_OJUw37aW3kstErrqgTHjePXvJLuTM4iJAG4-ATD4Zt93_FxvXOvZXOvcxLEpVWbQI8FWAuRBE8Uq7IE2AR0m5149n6TGyqE/s200/photo(5).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436162275584832370" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I guess when we've resolved to buy something new, the universe will make sure it happens! (Actually, I just looked more closely...he only chewed the left ear. Which means they're still fine for phone calls, just not that great for music. He's only a partly bad dog!)Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-87628649306941587862010-01-31T05:58:00.005-05:002010-01-31T06:28:55.418-05:00Baking in CzechI bake. I LOVE to bake. Anyone who's been around me, or especially anyone who's lived with me, anytime in the past probably 8 years has reaped the benefits of my baking. I'm no pastry chef, but I do a pretty good job.<br /><br />I miss my pink KitchenAid mixer. I miss my beautiful clean mixing bowls and cookie sheets, used exclusively for cookies. I miss words like "cup" and "tablespoon"! I miss things like 350F. I know...it's not that hard to convert those things to grams and Celsius, but I miss the familiarity of working my way through MY kitchen with MY tools!<br /><br />So, after being in a foreign country for about 6 months, I finally decided to attempt to bake something. That was the easy part. I talked to my roommate about the Czech words for "flour", "baking soda" and "baking powder" and headed out to the grocery store. I thought brown sugar would be easy...but after two stores just opted for the unbleached sugar to use instead. At the first grocery store I showed the woman the words for "baking powder" because I couldn't see it anywhere. She finally handed me this little packet. (They put everything in little packets here.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu8_FfeSpW0kUH8Lz2DzFFdNiniC-ry5DKfIlhy8dU5UIi4KgKC2sLdRbJAujiwfnMBH2NZ4aoSIlnePmsmbwtfOWx-OdLT69E0zqGCBfup2SFTajJP4KpoYr3IMOivVQIAf2EmQ2Y8F0/s1600-h/photo(4).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu8_FfeSpW0kUH8Lz2DzFFdNiniC-ry5DKfIlhy8dU5UIi4KgKC2sLdRbJAujiwfnMBH2NZ4aoSIlnePmsmbwtfOWx-OdLT69E0zqGCBfup2SFTajJP4KpoYr3IMOivVQIAf2EmQ2Y8F0/s200/photo(4).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432862559041872786" border="0" /></a><br />Then I asked for "soda" because I still didn't see that either. She was puzzled, looked around for a bit and finally handed me "saf-instant".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnS_xFHw0pdFsrK0TJ4n0fZ3nHulem4y9c-Sakxi0DXPVZisgT-J-9eT-XJDGuE2c23gfit4ds4xem4px_SByukezs5EaCggHPa47IwBHREBa-GOAUx51Lq_6RkLbHereoFqukWXLZQrw/s1600-h/photo(2).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnS_xFHw0pdFsrK0TJ4n0fZ3nHulem4y9c-Sakxi0DXPVZisgT-J-9eT-XJDGuE2c23gfit4ds4xem4px_SByukezs5EaCggHPa47IwBHREBa-GOAUx51Lq_6RkLbHereoFqukWXLZQrw/s200/photo(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432862544092399170" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There was no peanut butter (for the peanut butter cookies) to be found at store #1, so I headed off to store #2. I was skeptical about the "soda" since my roommate told me it would say "soda" on it. At store #2, where I picked up the way over priced Skippy, I found something with the word "soda" in it. Upon arriving home, my roommate told me that the first woman sold me yeast. (And I'm not 100% sure that the "soda" I got is "baking soda".)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHID-9sbJ1xRILKh4cQwIaIMU47Ab7-rIq-CuUxPN7k5PC6WvOXP4hPx9rVpAeKDDCrYeZqcQRDeJ8gD7x3cFUUacN3D3WgSk2w5cbV-1aIVWU4MlSYHWWkAzmUOENNokeus1A_1BGWpY/s1600-h/photo(3).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHID-9sbJ1xRILKh4cQwIaIMU47Ab7-rIq-CuUxPN7k5PC6WvOXP4hPx9rVpAeKDDCrYeZqcQRDeJ8gD7x3cFUUacN3D3WgSk2w5cbV-1aIVWU4MlSYHWWkAzmUOENNokeus1A_1BGWpY/s200/photo(3).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432862555365937314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />There is nothing at my flat with which to weigh anything. So, against all of my fine baking instincts...I had to EYEBALL all of my ingredients! It was painful!<br /><br />However....despite all of these things...I got compliments on my peanut butter cookies. They were NOT phenomenal....I wasn't all that thrilled, they were certainly not my best work....but they were a crowd pleaser!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-84552598243019455342009-12-30T03:16:00.003-05:002009-12-30T03:23:34.076-05:00First Christmas in the Czech RepublicOne of my roommate's (or, in European, "flatmate") invited me to spend Christmas with her family in her hometown. They do the main thing, with CARP, on Christmas Eve (what they call "Christmas") with family. So, on the afternoon of the 25th, I hopped on the bus for a quick one-hour journey north toward the German border.<br /><br />It was such a weird thing. I was on the bus, just looking out the window. I see this wonderful wall with grass on top and it looks like what used to be a moat surrounding the wall. I was wondering to myself what wonderful place this could be....and then I saw the sign...Terezin. And then there were all the tour signs for the Jewish Ghetto, etc. I would like to go back and have a tour, maybe when the weather warms up a little. And when I'm really ready for a good cry!<br /><br />The name of the town in Czech is Terezin, but like most things in that region there are Czech names and German names for just about everything.<br />I didn't read all the detailed history, just the beginning and the end...of the 15,000 kids sent there...93 survived. Uuuggghhh...how can people do this to one another??<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theresienstadt_concentration_camp" target="_blank">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/<wbr>Theresienstadt_concentration_<wbr>camp</a><br /><br />Here are some pictues (not taken by me...just from Google Images): <a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=terezin&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=M3Y4S42YEomEmgPoi6iTDw&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=4&ved=0CCIQsAQwAw" target="_blank">http://images.google.com/<wbr>images?q=terezin&oe=utf-8&rls=<wbr>org.mozilla:en-US:official&<wbr>client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-<wbr>8&ei=M3Y4S42YEomEmgPoi6iTDw&<wbr>sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=<wbr>title&resnum=4&ved=0CCIQsAQwAw</a><br /><br />The city I was headed to was just a little further on, Litoměřice.<br /><a href="http://www.litomerice.cz/eng/" target="_blank">http://www.<span class="il">litomerice</span>.cz/eng/</a><br />A truly beautiful city. I loved it there! December 26th was a beautiful warm (relatively) and <span style="font-weight: bold;">sunny</span> day! So we took off on a hike up a hill. The view of the city was incredible. I spent 2 nights with my friend's family. They were so warm and inviting to me. I had such an excellent time. A wonderful first Christmas in the Czech Republic!<br /><br />Pictures to come soon!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-67751369621712270362009-12-17T03:25:00.003-05:002009-12-17T03:46:20.873-05:00Applying for a Long Stay VisaTo apply for a visa to a country, you have to do it at the country's embassy OUTSIDE of the country. So, in order to apply for my long stay visa for Czech Republic I had to go to the Czech Embassy in Bratislava, Slovakia. The embassy takes visa applications from the US, and other "friendly" countries without an appointment between the hours of 10 and 11 Monday through Thursday. In order to be there on time, this required getting on the train in Prague at <span style="font-weight: bold;">12:42 A.M</span>. for arrival in Bratislava around 5:30 a.m. The train was going from Berlin to Budapest but I was lucky to find a seat to commence 5 hours of attempting to sleep sitting straight up. Lucky me.<br /><br /> At 5:30 a.m. nothing in the Bratislava train station is open. I just needed to kill some time, have a cup of coffee, etc. Not even the coffee shop was open. And the train station is open air. There are no main doors, it just opens to the street. So, at 5:30 in the morning, when my options for warmth included only coffee and hot chocolate from the vending machine, I found a place to sit on a ledge (there aren't benches there either) and read.<br /><br />Finally, around 6:30, the coffee shop opened. I sought out some warmth and a freshly made cappuccino.<br />Disappointment 1: it wasn't any warmer in there<br />Disappointment 2: the cappuccino tasted like someone made it yesterday it was the WORST cappuccino of my life<br />Disappointment 3: the first and ONLY cockroach I have seen since I left New York City was slowly meandering it's way up the wall next to the table where I was sipping the worst cappuccino of my life<br /><br />Around 8 a.m. I left the train station to head into the city to find the embassy. The bus was dirty ... dirtier than any I've been on in Prague or NYC. I found the embassy. A very unassuming building right next to the American Embassy. The American Embassy had a huge fortress covering the street so no cars could go by without checking in. There were metal detectors and guards and just an overall showy appearance. The Czech Embassy had a red door and a doorbell. I rang the doorbell, told them I was there to apply for a visa, and they buzzed me in.<br /><br />The process went pretty quickly. I was there for about an hour...not sure why...just waiting around. But I was able to get back to the train station to get the 12:30 p.m. train back to Prague! And I was so happy to be home! I picked up Kazimir from the babysitter (ahoj Sarka!) and headed home to sleep.<br /><br />Except I wasn't able to sleep. My friend Dave came over and then guilted me into going to movie night at Tim's house. So...I had a VERY long day!<br /><br />Keep your fingers crossed that the embassy will smile on me and grant my long stay visa!!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-6012559093190283512009-12-17T03:21:00.002-05:002009-12-17T03:25:03.765-05:00the other day in the grocery storySo I was in the grocery store the other day humming along to the music. I didn't really realize I was doing it at first because I was paying more attention to my shopping list than to what I was listening to. Until I started singing along....I was singing along to "I touch myself" by the Divinyls. Lyrics and everything...not elevator music...was playing in the grocery store.<br /><br />Here's the youtube link so you can reminisce about high school with me! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SszHoW5ogNs<br /><br />I love Prague!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-25891835273222015242009-11-30T04:51:00.006-05:002009-11-30T05:04:20.002-05:00Venetian Travels<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKSDndHn8Rlq_cWB_FW7fn_P543OzW1Tg0GK7p78IirII5uwXtJgy4Sm0bhFp68Scyqc1HcWvBb1m6dOa3qxkP-klQXC-_0b1NUoww7GyuBRKpL8_I0Ml88sJSPpCEHwsOHyAFdgMAKuI/s1600/CIMG2988.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKSDndHn8Rlq_cWB_FW7fn_P543OzW1Tg0GK7p78IirII5uwXtJgy4Sm0bhFp68Scyqc1HcWvBb1m6dOa3qxkP-klQXC-_0b1NUoww7GyuBRKpL8_I0Ml88sJSPpCEHwsOHyAFdgMAKuI/s200/CIMG2988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409834962648226210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDZfB7lDn3tX02H0PI3T6__OR2J7ILp_PnjHQN1377MARz9WDx-rDFHKZ5TdyHgoA4zXK6BlZQ4ofXri30YVyX9NVpp8df0PKPAFpFWqf5VRiALTUrwtAvhBJDcABQen0R9NFsvTzxhs/s1600/CIMG2912.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDZfB7lDn3tX02H0PI3T6__OR2J7ILp_PnjHQN1377MARz9WDx-rDFHKZ5TdyHgoA4zXK6BlZQ4ofXri30YVyX9NVpp8df0PKPAFpFWqf5VRiALTUrwtAvhBJDcABQen0R9NFsvTzxhs/s200/CIMG2912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409834956125422802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxoiHtpZ9W2goObotTpbwg0wiUSXt66aZKgN5WtrYYZMITNMDTlNO1hxwltVgHIxaB2WLeBzpkMTpnMAqOg7hTA-9CbtCVKDnLs9nEI_IeDbGrRDG4U8ZsZSYK-eQ73pJP0NAOjagIUPE/s1600/CIMG3109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxoiHtpZ9W2goObotTpbwg0wiUSXt66aZKgN5WtrYYZMITNMDTlNO1hxwltVgHIxaB2WLeBzpkMTpnMAqOg7hTA-9CbtCVKDnLs9nEI_IeDbGrRDG4U8ZsZSYK-eQ73pJP0NAOjagIUPE/s200/CIMG3109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409834945579246130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Wednesdays are really long days for me. I got home around 9 p.m. on Wednesday, 18 November. My roommate started talking about going to Venice...would I be interested. Come to find out...they were leaving the next night. Well, of course I was interested! So, we left Thursday night around 9 and drove through the night. Got to Venice and settled into a hostel and wandered around the city. On Saturday and Sunday we toured La Biennale, a huge world wide art exhibition. It was wonderful! We left Venice around 6:30 Sunday night and after driving around Innsbruck looking at architecture, got back to Prague around 6:30 Monday morning! I slept for a few hours in my bed and then started the week!<br /><br />Of course, Kazimir came on the trip. He was such a good boy. We even met another chihuahua in Venice who looked a lot like him!<br /><br />The funny thing is that while I was driving to Venice my mom was driving from Northern California to Southern California. The drive to Venice, going through Plzen, Munich, Innsbruck, etc was about 575 miles. The drive from my mom's house to my sister's house, going through PART of California, was 550 miles!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-57076460598019926632009-11-03T15:04:00.004-05:002009-11-03T15:14:10.422-05:00My Name is Suzannah!Zuzana is a Czech name. The name day for Zuzana is August 11th. For information on name days click here: http://www.myczechrepublic.com/czech_culture/czech_name_days/<br /><br />The point is...I've met more people in 3 months here named Zuzana then I've ever met in my life. There's nothing wrong with that. I'm happy that elsewhere in the world this wonderful name is celebrated.<br /><br />So here's the problem: Whenever a Czech meets me, even after I've introduced myself at Suzannah, they call me "Susan"...and as anyone who's ever made this mistake will tell you...THAT'S NOT MY NAME!!! Apparently that's the translation of Zuzana into English...so they think that's my name. It is exceedingly difficult to get them to understand that my name is, in fact, SUZANNAH. And while it isn't spelled the Czech way (Zuzana), it's the SAME NAME.<br /><br />I just had to get that off my chest. Off to bed!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-82736404673520086142009-10-30T05:07:00.003-04:002009-11-13T09:29:11.501-05:00What I should be updating about...to answer Jeff's question...NO, Kazimir did NOT eat my next blog post. My camera and my computer have stopped communicating. Not sure what the fight is about but they are clearly NOT on speaking terms. So, I'm going to borrow my friend's card reader but he happens to be in the Ukraine right now. As soon as he gets back I will hold him down, steal his card reader, and update the blog, properly with photos.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Here are some things I should update about (NOTE: not in chronological order...and they probably won't get updated in chronological order either!):</span><br />where I live and my living situation<br />the Praha zoo<br />the Jewish Quarter<br />visa woes<br />Kazimir<br />Czech holidays (and how they differ from American holidays)<br />amazing live Irish music<br />heavy metal in old town square<br />my roommate's going away party<br /><br />That's just a sampling of what is to come! (I PROMISE!!!)Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-63957502062607779902009-10-08T03:44:00.003-04:002009-10-08T04:48:43.936-04:00The New Addition<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRa0auamRMv_6dAbue_CdPfp1ZFY54s8xCghVgFv8_Bb4AgYZTjYl74CJpl-2yvYDYKrrmunshq_ZOfTTmKgMod0ubDhOUm0bhFO7_GpZl4AtZOeDQCsoME2EPDyE9PQ-td33gNRJgDQM/s1600-h/photo(5).jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRa0auamRMv_6dAbue_CdPfp1ZFY54s8xCghVgFv8_Bb4AgYZTjYl74CJpl-2yvYDYKrrmunshq_ZOfTTmKgMod0ubDhOUm0bhFO7_GpZl4AtZOeDQCsoME2EPDyE9PQ-td33gNRJgDQM/s200/photo(5).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390147810799057906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahlfGe7odRMeEjflztDEyarnNTcG6HK_et_ar_twJVOY0OPMS0trt_VZE5VVtF4xgK-gcy_VmC4vXj19w2f43E197m9GKy8wCeNpWGZJxTFjZOfbFMfTNTfWiWnsCYqy9_cvfbDt09U8/s1600-h/photo(4).jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahlfGe7odRMeEjflztDEyarnNTcG6HK_et_ar_twJVOY0OPMS0trt_VZE5VVtF4xgK-gcy_VmC4vXj19w2f43E197m9GKy8wCeNpWGZJxTFjZOfbFMfTNTfWiWnsCYqy9_cvfbDt09U8/s200/photo(4).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390147803083690194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTixAo3v5v4_J0qjPEMf19Bclc1ZRL_oIoeaCyLaVkvKybut94tUMGEs54KWZg2_Z51a0MIMzOqfOf0piTgPkcweR5B3eC_FdodXgPkNtSQNNVVWMWWMTdh__w7ZrZABctY485EMfGtNg/s1600-h/photo(3).jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTixAo3v5v4_J0qjPEMf19Bclc1ZRL_oIoeaCyLaVkvKybut94tUMGEs54KWZg2_Z51a0MIMzOqfOf0piTgPkcweR5B3eC_FdodXgPkNtSQNNVVWMWWMTdh__w7ZrZABctY485EMfGtNg/s200/photo(3).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390147798777768562" border="0" /></a><br />Anyone who's known me for more than maybe 10 minutes knows that I love animals. When I came to Prague, the hardest thing I had to do was leave behind my two beloved critters, Charlie Parker and Kiyomi. They are both in extremely loving homes. Half the time Charlie chose Ilana over me anyhow, so no big stretch that he stayed with her. And Kiyomi, the wonderful herding dog, gets more exercise and more herding practice now than she ever did before. She has 4 great kids to herd around the yard.<br /><br />So the animals are doing well. The problem was that I wasn't doing well! And no matter how many times I weighed the positives of not having an animal to look after....I couldn't accept it! I have NEVER in my life lived without animals. And I decided I didn't like it one bit.<br /><br />The challenge then....what to do? I would have cost a LOT of money to ship Kiyomi to me, been extremely hard on her, and then another LOT of money to ship her wherever I end up going next. And, it would be hard to take her away from those four kids she gets to herd around!<br /><br />So I began a search for a LITTLE dog so that I could take it with me and never leave an animal behind again. Which brought me to Professor Ellyot Kazimir.... Kazi or Kazimirek is what he's called. He's 6 months old today. Currently weighs about 1 kg 600 grams! He will probably never even get to 2 kg! Super tiny and super adorable. His teeth aren't "perfect" so his tongue is usually sticking out which is just about the cutest thing ever! I got him from a woman who shows chihuahuas and breeds them. But they all run around her house and yard free, not kept in kennels. I met Kazimir's parents and grandmother! Kazi can't be shown or bred because he's too small and has funky teeth which makes him the perfect boy for me!<br /><br />And he loves me best!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-39801464749382243582009-09-14T10:41:00.003-04:002009-09-14T10:44:02.175-04:00who am I?I just had a realization. I'm going to a friend's house tonight for a going away party for a friend moving back to London. I was about to ask one of the partygoer's if his female companion would be joining him, to get a rough number for how many cookies would be required. Except that I haven't the stuff to make cookies. I haven't baked in over 6 weeks....probably a couple weeks longer than that. This is weird. I think I'll have to rectify this soon. It is such an odd thing that all my friends here have no real idea that I'm a big baker. I feel like I'm living a double life!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-45570637841400485102009-09-13T18:26:00.003-04:002009-09-13T18:31:06.701-04:00acclimated to PragueHow do <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">you</span> know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">when</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">you</span>'ve <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">become</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">acclimated</span> to Prague?<br /><br />When you can go out to watch American football, drink 2.8 L of beer, and get home, get in bed and pluck your eyebrows like normal. (and then, of course, update the blog!!)<br /><br />Good grief. Almost 3L of beer.Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-90027934290020946042009-09-06T05:45:00.004-04:002009-09-06T05:49:55.341-04:00Bowling in foreign lands<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5fHXwgW2E7iTxHk5OR9lZZnFTyT7SN-I5gs2N-OHYUb0lT3VJlFsiAMgw9VbvZMAa8Ln-bPOyUqmMo_oCxYSpL8ZUsuzMMOaN8yZ1vZSF67VDwP6Q6SKbTzQaizK9uTzETMCp3Myw-Ic/s1600-h/CIMG2377.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5fHXwgW2E7iTxHk5OR9lZZnFTyT7SN-I5gs2N-OHYUb0lT3VJlFsiAMgw9VbvZMAa8Ln-bPOyUqmMo_oCxYSpL8ZUsuzMMOaN8yZ1vZSF67VDwP6Q6SKbTzQaizK9uTzETMCp3Myw-Ic/s200/CIMG2377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378289230181883042" border="0" /></a><br />It never really occurred to me before last night...but I think bowling is probably mostly an American past time? Maybe I'm wrong, but last night we decided to go bowling at a bowling alley near my apartment.<br /><br />We were a little nervous because it was almost 10 p.m. and we were on our way. We had Anja call (she's Czech!) to see if it was possible to reserve a lane, thinking they would be really crowded on a Saturday night. We got there and there was NO ONE there! All eight lanes were dark. They turned one on so that we could bowl. Crazy. Not cheap, but a good time. They could have turned up the rockin' '80's music a bit though!!<br /><br />Picture of me bowling in an empty bowling alley!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-76343531522286005922009-09-05T05:05:00.002-04:002009-09-05T05:10:44.286-04:00SpyTime!This has nothing to do with my life in Prague. But it does have something to do with my life BEFORE Prague....<br /><br />I worked on a super funny, super amazing film short in Spring 2009. It is being entered into various film events because it is super great. The short is called SpyTime and click on the IMDB link below to watch the trailer. So great!<br /><br />SpyTime is an Official Selection in the:<br /><br />2009 Inaugural Thrillspy International Film Festival<br /><a href="http://thrillspy.org/schedule.html" target="_blank">http://thrillspy.org/schedule.<wbr>html</a><br /><br />It will screen 5:15 at the Goethe Theatre in DC on Friday, Oct. 9<br /><br />SpyTime On IMDB & Trailer:<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1454555/" target="_blank">http://www.imdb.com/title/<wbr>tt1454555/</a><br /><br />And...because I'm a production assistant....I have my own IMDB page...oh yeah...I'm all that!<br /><br />http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3486096/Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-62918616142939511632009-08-30T04:24:00.000-04:002009-09-01T14:38:17.789-04:00Good News!It's been a busy but great couple of days!<br /><br />Yesterday I took the 'language awareness' exam and taught my final lesson for school! The exam was an overview of grammar, phonology and a few of the principles of teaching....I got an 'A'! The final lesson went well, a little sad because I've really enjoyed the students.<br /><br />Today I had moderation for school and had a second interview at a business English company. The moderation went really well. The moderator comes in from Trinity in London to meet with everyone and score the final project that we submit. You have to talk about the linguistic aims of materials that were made for class, not using the coursebook. It went really well! The interview included a mock lesson. It didn't go amazingly well (truth be told I'm fighting a cold right now and only wanted to be sleeping) but it wasn't a bomb either. She says she'll let me know tomorrow. I do already have one job lined up with a language school, but until I'm full time, I can try to become full time through various jobs.<br /><br />I am moving tomorrow, Thursday or Friday, depending on how I feel, but have to be out of this student flat by Friday noon. I found a place to live that is only about 3 blocks from where I live now...so great! It's only for a month, after that I'll figure out where I want to live longer term, but this place was really cheap and close so I took it while I decide where I want to live.Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-48706487539685375382009-08-27T01:26:00.005-04:002009-08-27T01:34:42.595-04:00Two live bands since I left the States<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5drUFGgkCEWaMZ8fD6S4keuSE0mT4AY7mmR2aykSjsrmTivlCyhDVhgOOXsEXi_l1INIzDXCSpXmsran2V-T-Wsr30ABNmEevZSeLjIYpkFQdXiAdgV_P6bxF8EIt2YS9DhpG25Msto/s1600-h/CIMG1995.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5drUFGgkCEWaMZ8fD6S4keuSE0mT4AY7mmR2aykSjsrmTivlCyhDVhgOOXsEXi_l1INIzDXCSpXmsran2V-T-Wsr30ABNmEevZSeLjIYpkFQdXiAdgV_P6bxF8EIt2YS9DhpG25Msto/s200/CIMG1995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374512722654024162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pRfjmdcf9T4xSyWPJppQ24PdbbRZkPClCpcleLgNuTmYXY1ArENF_zIZ-xK8r45qcPdVKeCBxLcvYf6epUJsUwomt2uF_RC8lpqxCWqHLBtrvL4mGIpvRYWwoKzo8ZQHmjio0py3Jx8/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pRfjmdcf9T4xSyWPJppQ24PdbbRZkPClCpcleLgNuTmYXY1ArENF_zIZ-xK8r45qcPdVKeCBxLcvYf6epUJsUwomt2uF_RC8lpqxCWqHLBtrvL4mGIpvRYWwoKzo8ZQHmjio0py3Jx8/s200/IMG_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374512118162327778" border="0" /></a><br />I know...I know...I need to update more so that when I sit down to update I won't be flooded with everything that has happened!<br /><br />I saw Radiohead Sunday night. I really like going to concerts in foreign countries. I saw U2 in Dublin, which really can't compare to any other experience. To see them in their home country, where even people who don't really like their music appreciate them because they're an institution. In a huge stadium packed full...nothing compares to that.<br /><br />But, Radiohead on Sunday was fun, too. The park where they played actually sloped DOWN, instead of UP, so those of us in the cheap 'seats' couldn't see a damn thing. There was a nice light show, and the music was really good. I'd never seen them live before (and actually still haven't actually SEEN them live) but to hear them live was great.<br /><br />Just funny because I'm trying hard to remember the last live band I saw before I left NYC and now I've seen two and not just two, but two really big ones.<br /><br />(the pic with me is U2 and the other is Radiohead)Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-46999338194443195952009-08-18T03:09:00.002-04:002009-08-18T03:12:10.614-04:00tea!!I brought a whole bunch of tea with me....but drank my last bag of PG Tips this morning....AHHHHH!!!<br /><br />On Friday night, while I was winning the poker game thank you very much, I asked a funny talker (i.e. a British guy) where to buy tea. He told me about a tea shop. I knew he'd know. All you have to do it find a Brit and they'll point you to the tea! After he told me about the one by school I realized I have one about a block from the flat where I'm staying! I haven't been in yet but I'm super excited and thought I should share!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834191145205747780.post-58922522541696455632009-08-17T03:33:00.004-04:002009-08-17T04:01:21.809-04:00apartment hunting and creepy art<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmxKQ6USJUWiHdbad8BWcBfmSFc94MFoZORn8QOetCiHwgjh0fet-2UmkDh4ejBP3Aj806itQaVqFTbYaOp-pC_0K1lSMxyUr3oT_gw9pTczJDZ4J54XCG0k3TvS3f8IRpmmxQnOqQxhI/s1600-h/CIMG2323.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmxKQ6USJUWiHdbad8BWcBfmSFc94MFoZORn8QOetCiHwgjh0fet-2UmkDh4ejBP3Aj806itQaVqFTbYaOp-pC_0K1lSMxyUr3oT_gw9pTczJDZ4J54XCG0k3TvS3f8IRpmmxQnOqQxhI/s200/CIMG2323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370836890151452114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpeS1Nfh8wF1Et7H8HJu96xhfAabW2qXsLNDn0FQ1LcB5EGdyldOIJ6MUOTQcCXdouA-Nw-GG5_pRDfCOPoDqto3FulTaOqcLc_KCTI0q4flATqDEg5GQjdDY7O_GOG7yn84n9laAYvzY/s1600-h/CIMG2320.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpeS1Nfh8wF1Et7H8HJu96xhfAabW2qXsLNDn0FQ1LcB5EGdyldOIJ6MUOTQcCXdouA-Nw-GG5_pRDfCOPoDqto3FulTaOqcLc_KCTI0q4flATqDEg5GQjdDY7O_GOG7yn84n9laAYvzY/s200/CIMG2320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370836884921976674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs770ewXhi7JdiquPqleDKMgdZLGKioJZvgfHxalaopYFCjf1trsMAHwybZ90LjWSwvZRCKdbsWvZfQY8U_zLvokulsGo6e_pUdFPIDhsd56JWpjYCIsJo29VhWgcj_Re4Hmz5EA7pWNs/s1600-h/me+with+creepy+babies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs770ewXhi7JdiquPqleDKMgdZLGKioJZvgfHxalaopYFCjf1trsMAHwybZ90LjWSwvZRCKdbsWvZfQY8U_zLvokulsGo6e_pUdFPIDhsd56JWpjYCIsJo29VhWgcj_Re4Hmz5EA7pWNs/s200/me+with+creepy+babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370836873561609090" border="0" /></a><br />The other day I opened up my blog to create a new post and EVERYTHING WAS IN CZECH!! I couldn't figure out which button to push to get me to English. Then, somehow, it was magically back in a language I can understand, unfortunately only English.<br /><br />So here I am.<br /><br />Lots has been going on! Mostly studying and homework, but also some exciting things like job hunting and apartment searching. I have a job interview on Thursday and send me CV out constantly.<br /><br />I looked at 4 rooms in apartments over the weekend and I think I found the one I want. It has tons of light which is generally my #1 requirement. (P.S. when teaching English, this symbol #, is called a hash because that's what they call it in England....those English are trouble!) I'm going back on Tuesday evening to check it out and my current female roommate is going to come with me and maybe take the other room, he's got 2 available. It doesn't have a bathtub but, hopefully, I'll live through that! And maybe the most exciting thing is that there's a balcony off this 6th floor apartment! (and I think by 6th floor it's actually on what Americans would call the 7th floor because they count US 1st floor as 0 and start actually counting on the first floor above the ground...very tricky) And, the view from the balcony is of the tv tower which has these super creepy babies crawling up it! It's some art thing about tv rotting kids or something...but it's really creepy. I'm posting pictures so all can share in the creepy!<br /><br />It will be good to have my home situation settled. It's hiring season so I think I should be able to find a job...but keep those fingers crossed!!<br /><br />Another beautiful HOT day in Prague. Supposed to be like 82F...which here is called 27C. Trying to get used to all things metric which isn't easy. A guy last night was talking about how big the entire flat is, 150m square...like that means anything at all to me!<br /><br />Enough babble for now and back to homework!Lost Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303823407470659399noreply@blogger.com0