tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63459005218326444702024-03-14T03:57:39.850+01:00Tales of a lost Frog from ParisFrogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-9700036644466707172009-12-30T17:17:00.004+01:002009-12-30T17:27:26.379+01:00Sugar addict...<div align="justify"><a href="http://www.florepi.fr/individuels/611-IND-SALAMBO.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://www.florepi.fr/individuels/611-IND-SALAMBO.jpg" border="0" /></a> I am luckily not addicted to alcohol, smoking or any lethal drugs. Never tried those ones and do not intend to. But I have to confess, I am a sugar addict!<br /><br />I never consider this love for sweet food as an addiction until I heard, once, on television, a documentary that proved me it could be a total <em>drug addiction</em>. And I am sick.<br /><br />I like to cook but I, especially, love to make cakes, pies, deserts and other sweet things. I used to put so much sugar in my yoghurts I could not eat like that now; it is just a question of habit. But for the rest of my sugar love, I can’t cure it and I think I do not want to.<br /><br />I could eat pastries everyday. I could eat candies everyday. It is simple, if I do not want to eat them, I do not buy them because it is too hard to control myself. Nevertheless, I have made some progress lately, but only because I do not buy my favorites. If I would buy some of my favorite candies, the bag would not last long.<br /><br />When I can cook something for my lunch at work, I prefer to do it but, when I lack of time, I buy something at the cafeteria, it is cheap, fresh food and very good. The thing is, for desert, you can either take a yoghurt, a fruit or a pastry. Last week, I had promised myself to be wise and eat light food because of Xmas weekend that was coming but last Thursday, I took a lemon pie for desert, it was too tempting and, OMG, it was so good. Today, I brought a home made meal and a yoghurt so I was not supposed to buy anything but when I saw someone coming out of the cafeteria with this pink-topped-choux bun, I could not help it but buy one in extra desert, especially during this week I called Xmas-weekend recovery when I am supposed to eat light. Damn me!<br /><br />I am quite angry at myself because as I have not been to the fitness club in while “because of” work, I gained some grease back, I did not gained weight because I lost muscles (that are heavier than grease, etc.) but I can feel it in my pants, I feel fat.<br /><br />The lost me need to get back on the right track, healthy food, sport regularly and an extra during the week, because it feels good for the spirit.</div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-78276530929973220932009-11-29T15:24:00.004+01:002009-12-06T19:46:32.860+01:00Is summer more attractive to dating?<div style="text-align: justify;">Is there something about relationships starting in spring or summer??</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I do not know where that came from but, few days ago, I noticed that most of my - significant - relationships have always started during those seasons. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Do not we need more confort during winter, to keep warm?? lol</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Or maybe is it because in spring/summer, people look nice, tanned, are in good mood or in vacation, girls wear skirts, show their legs and their skin, guys are topless, the sun is shinning, you stay outside later and more often than in winter when itis freezing and one can barely ones faces with our hats, scarfs, warm jackets, snizzing and caughing because of a bad cold...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Is there a correlation between the fact that we look better in summer than in winter so that we date more and are more attractive to others? What do you think?</div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-39931822385553809892009-11-26T16:10:00.003+01:002009-11-29T15:14:18.521+01:00Mister What?<div>Today, a Mister Cwajgenbaum came for an interview... each time I have to call someone to annonce a visitor with a inpronouncable name, I just say that the "person for the itw has arrived and give his/her first name" because I would not want to laugh on the phone or anything else trying to pronounce those names. </div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-43251914913304764122009-11-25T16:20:00.001+01:002009-11-25T16:21:29.279+01:00Long time no write!<div align="justify">Long time no write! What a shame!<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">A lot (and so few at the same time) has happenned since July!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Work and love disapppointments (again and still), vacation in the South of France with my moto (that was a very nice thing!) and a new (crappy) job since mi-October.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />I am currently working as a hostess in the head office of a bank in the business center of Paris La Défense. The conditions, the salary (and the bosses) are very pitiful but hey, one has got to pay the bills, the rent and survive. Apart from the (many) negative aspects, the good thing is that I work not very far from home, I have my weekends free as well as Monday afternoon from 1PM (French law about work contracts based on 35 hours per week), so I try to take advantage about this. But there will be a lot to talk about from work as weird/bad/silly/stupid things happen each day here because of the staff, the visitors or our bosses. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Today, Christmas trees have been placed in the welcome halls of the compagny buildings of the site. Green decoration, pretty but not gorgeous, green on green?...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">This year has gone through so fast again! Xmas is only a month away!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />A part of my job is to create badges for the visitors of the next day for the Executive Directors meetings and the Breakfast/Lunch/Cocktails salons invitees.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />We, sometimes, also have to create badges for big meetings, colloquiums, , for 30, 50 or even 200 people. When we receive the list early that is fine but sometimes it is very short noticed and as i work alone the afternoon, it can really be a mess for me. I am supposed to received a liste of 30 invitess for tomorrow, I really hope I will not receive it late or that this meeting is not tomorrow!</div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-3808849659004262372009-07-29T09:53:00.004+02:002009-07-29T10:14:40.489+02:00July updates<div style="text-align: justify;">Wow, it has been a month!... Shame on me... but I have been less on the Web lately, do not blame me ;)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For the latest news: Sisi has been operated, her ovaries and uterus has been removed in case of a tumerous status. I was very worried that such a small and fragile animal suffered had such a surgery, she stayed 48h at the vet clinic, it was weird to be on my own at home but I was glad to pick her up at the end of the week. She recovered well and is not back on her being-a-small-crasy-rabbit! lol Little heroine! ;)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I started to work at the fitness club I use to go to train on June 29 and it is soon over, already!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I really enjoyed working there, like the environment, the people I worked with are nice and I think I made new friends, the bosses too and I am sad they cannot offer me to stay more (it was just a fixed-term contract to replace a girl in vacation this month), it's the closed fitness club of the branch and it's <i>my</i> club... anyway, I will see where the wind takes me in September. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The good thing about this mission... I will leave the club with a little <i>souvenir</i>... Not single anymore :) On my first week there, a colleague introduced me to a friend of his that is a member of the club and apparently, <i>liked</i> me as soon as he saw me (we had never met before at the club even when I was also a member there before to work there). We managed to talk for the first time at the club and then met for a drink and another one - not easy because he is an air steward on long-distance flights - and we got along well. This brand new relationship is gonna be on a break for about twenty days because he has his last flight tomorrow and then leaves on vacation for two weeks and I also leave on vacation in the south of France for a couple of weeks. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">More updates to come before I leave on vacation next week... </div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-12209807582044474722009-06-24T14:57:00.007+02:002009-06-25T09:10:05.638+02:00Fragile little black thing<div style="text-align: justify;">Today is not a good day. Sisi, ma she rabbit, is being sick. Yesterday afternoon, back home, I let her come out of her cage and I noticed <span style="font-style: italic;">red drops</span> on the floor and some red something in the spot where she does her intimate things. I succeeded to grab her and look at her and what I saw decided me to call a vet. Unfortunately, the vet I have been to for the past years is near my former home so I looked for the nearest vet here as I am on foot and called to have advice. This morning, I noticed again some little <span style="font-style: italic;">red</span> drops when I let her out so I went to the vet I had call the day before because this is not normal.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />The vet looked at her, touched her lower parts and according to what I have said and her health background, she told me it could be an ovarian problem or a urinal infection so she gave her a shot of antibiotics but she could not figure the exact problem out so she wanted to discuss it with her colleage that is at the office in the afternoon and see if she would prefer to see her or send me to the specialized clinic for little pets.<br /><br />She called me at lunch to tell me that her colleague would rather prefer me to consult at the clinic in Paris. I called there and they cannot give me an appointment before Tuesday afternoon (in the morning I will be working and cannot skip work on my second day). That is insane, I cannot make my rabbit wait a week as we do not even know what is the exact problem. So now, I will call the vet in about an hour when the other vet is there to tell her where the situations is at right now (the vet office is clsoed till 4pm). Female pets are really not easy to handle, they are much favorable to little health problems and I do hope this one will be identified and fixed as soon as possible because even if Sisi does not show any pain, this could be serious after all.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Edit: so I went back to the vet office yesterday afternoon, the other vet checked Sisi up and did an ultrasound and it seemed she could have an ovarian cyst and need a surgery, poor little thing. I have some antibiotics to give her with a pipette and now we will have to wait until Tuesday to know more about her condition.</span><br /></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-79912062055654999312009-06-20T19:30:00.002+02:002009-06-20T19:32:53.734+02:00Chien motard<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Let me introduce you Austin, the biker dog!</span><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRMOrSAlpiAKBudUdZ_U8VX_zN-0hovc8hq1Y1a1quTXJDm6m93hGvvN3cnnAzItu1HBxltND-w6gM67gyTFm2r-VYWPnHL0S46yY6k_R3CzWHP8bvF0ZpgFK5zWHhwApqTKsxlcPt3Dc/s1600-h/retouch%C3%A9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRMOrSAlpiAKBudUdZ_U8VX_zN-0hovc8hq1Y1a1quTXJDm6m93hGvvN3cnnAzItu1HBxltND-w6gM67gyTFm2r-VYWPnHL0S46yY6k_R3CzWHP8bvF0ZpgFK5zWHhwApqTKsxlcPt3Dc/s200/retouch%C3%A9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349464032281369282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-22126977367444436092009-06-14T16:16:00.011+02:002009-06-14T17:38:55.660+02:00Female rideSome girls from the motorcycle forum I am a member of and I decided to do a <span style="font-style: italic;">female ride</span>. Not that we do not like to ride with the guys but we wanted to do something different, see what it could be like, as you sometimes want to go out in a mixed group or on girls/boys night out. When we began to talk about it on the forum, it instantly provoked sharp reactions from some guys but we finally managed to explain the reason for why we wanted to organize a female ride.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC5Jk0-7D45GtuOqyS9D19yvCTW43TIZ59YnL4dABsQ5pT_8XWXIYJvQqNZbV2rLndc0WBkFOoq9SRNtXHGUIHtnyMkRhJgEyiGGdMPnrxjVdhI862hnhPQcfG_W4N8MlONDH81QsLy_E/s1600-h/P1000818.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC5Jk0-7D45GtuOqyS9D19yvCTW43TIZ59YnL4dABsQ5pT_8XWXIYJvQqNZbV2rLndc0WBkFOoq9SRNtXHGUIHtnyMkRhJgEyiGGdMPnrxjVdhI862hnhPQcfG_W4N8MlONDH81QsLy_E/s200/P1000818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347205349992850450" border="0" /></a>So yesterday, we left from <a href="http://maps.google.fr/maps?q=versailles&sourceid=navclient-ff&ie=UTF8&hl=fr&ll=48.806298,2.097187&spn=0.801329,2.8125&t=h&z=9">Versailles</a>, we were 6 girls and 5 motorcycles. We had a very nice weather, so hot! Yes, moto riders always complain, '<span style="font-style: italic;">it's too cold... it's </span><span style="font-style: italic;">too hot...</span>' lol At least, when you are driving that is ok, you have got some air but when you stop at traffic lights, stops, etc. it is like a sauna, wearing the leather moto jacket, with the sun and the motor heat...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPo5rZUL5Ghp6iuBZupbLUhyP5xHf47lueY8rltRczdL3k9FT3p6NzihyphenhyphenQ3ep6b8P8Fw_74kP4yvBR0kEFQO8EpaEdmR-Oqv73RSRUNcIac4eXy0eSTCRIRfJmaZOpFbXm97mLlbreurI/s1600-h/P1000822.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPo5rZUL5Ghp6iuBZupbLUhyP5xHf47lueY8rltRczdL3k9FT3p6NzihyphenhyphenQ3ep6b8P8Fw_74kP4yvBR0kEFQO8EpaEdmR-Oqv73RSRUNcIac4eXy0eSTCRIRfJmaZOpFbXm97mLlbreurI/s200/P1000822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347205957157579954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />We did not expect to have so much <span style="font-style: italic;">success</span>, we got many different (good) reactions, there was a guy that passed us with his moto and turned back his head one time, two times, three times "oh my gosh, just girls!!" and we got a reaction from the thumb! So funny!!<br /><br />We all liked this little <a href="http://maps.google.fr/maps?hl=fr&q=from:+versailles+to:+marly+le+roi+to:+Saint+germain+en+laye+to:+Maisons-Laffitte,+Yvelines,+Ile-de-France+to:+poissy+to:+triel+sur+seine+to:+meulan+to:+hardricourt+to:+Oinville-sur-Montcient,+Yvelines,+Ile-de-France+to:+Brueil+en+vexin+to:+sailly,+Val-d%27Oise,+Ile-de-France+to:+V%C3%A9theuil,+Val-d%27Oise,+Ile-de-France+to:+La+Roche-Guyon,+Val-d%27Oise,+Ile-de-France+to:+V%C3%A9theuil,+Val-d%27Oise+to:+St+Martin+la+Garenne+to:+Mantes+la+jolie+to:+Rueil-Malmaison&ie=UTF8&t=h&z=10">ride</a> and we are ready to do it again. I also had the chance to take outdoor photos from my <span style="font-style: italic;">mount</span>, finally.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy9MVuoL8R3Ap9N-M-8qI_uW_xX1hq-jvJygk8tV2Yogc9nIb41lJo39G7US6XnzN7LKXjYomL9j9n5UUfkHUxg0dcHp4yC0d2zX3nvldKyi4yTKZegnu3dhsEKPVsBXu0JjkMrytBAi8/s1600-h/P1000825.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy9MVuoL8R3Ap9N-M-8qI_uW_xX1hq-jvJygk8tV2Yogc9nIb41lJo39G7US6XnzN7LKXjYomL9j9n5UUfkHUxg0dcHp4yC0d2zX3nvldKyi4yTKZegnu3dhsEKPVsBXu0JjkMrytBAi8/s200/P1000825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347205344611924514" border="0" /></a></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-794467734283513402009-06-11T16:58:00.003+02:002009-06-11T17:58:57.043+02:00The beginning of the end of the tunnel<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.libertydesign.fr/img/photos/lumiere-au-bout-du-tunnel.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 219px;" src="http://www.libertydesign.fr/img/photos/lumiere-au-bout-du-tunnel.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Oh-my-gosh!<br /><br />After these past sh**ty months, I have been waiting for something to change! About work, about love, about money (that goes with work) among other issues.<br />Three months ago, I decided to buy me a moto finally and I am loving it, even if the Parisian weather has been quite ugly lately...<br /><br />I took the tests for the dream job last week and I had planned to call my "<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">guidance counselor</span></span>" at the military recruitment office in Paris to see if he had already some news about the results but I got a call from him yesterday! I have a good profile, I had good grades on the English, Morse code and logical tests, I have a good evaluation concerning my 3-day stay at the Fort of Vincennes and from the recruitment Officer with who I had the two interviews. The only average grade is on the sport tests, the Luc Léger test (cardio) is not easy, then the obstacle race was not hard but it was difficult to link all the different steps. However, I am pround to have held 22s on the suspension test (the minimum asked is 10s). My motivation and maturity took over the average sport results so my application has been accepted to be an Officer in Communication and Public Relations. I could not believe it! I am so happy about thise great news! <img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" width="15" height="15" /><br /><br />The only thing now is that I have to wait for a post to be available. There is one in the Foreign Legion but my <span style="font-style: italic;">guidance counselor</span> is not willing to send a woman there and if you know a little bit about this special body of the French Army, you will understand why <img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" width="15" height="15" />. The second one is in Toulouse and really interested me but unfortunately the medical visit stated that I do not fit to be a paratrooper. There is a third post that is going to be available but there is no details about it so far.<br /><br />On Tuesday, I had a call from a woman from the fitness club I go to. I sent an application to the Human Resources last month to be a hostess in one of the fitness clubs of the chain, it was accepted but I had had no news since then. I went to train this morning and I chat with the woman and I am going to be working there all July to replace people on vacation. This is nice because, although my registration ends this week, I will able to train for free from the next time I go until the end of July so far! This is not very far from home. The only disadvantage is that I will mostly be doing openings so work from 7am till 2:30pm with half an hour break at 11:30am, so get up around 5-5:30am. But, hey, it will help me get used to get up early when I will be working in the French Army! <img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt="rolleyes" title="rolleyes" width="15" height="15" /> And I will have all my weekends free and afternoons after work.<br />On August, I am leaving for 10 days on vacation and then, whether I will be getting ready to leave for the 3-month military training I have got a post in a regiment or, I hope so, have other contracts from the fitness club chain.<br /><br />My mom told me that now that I have had such good news, it can only keep on this way.<br />May the journey in this dark and long tunnel be over soon?... I hope so and count on it!<br /></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-10369957239077584842009-06-07T16:24:00.003+02:002009-06-07T16:57:29.873+02:0048 hours in a Fort<div style="text-align: justify;">Lately, my mind has been so busy thinking about many things that I did not even take the time to write.<br /><br />First of all, I have not seen the sport guy I was talking about last time... he has vanished...<br />Last Saturday, I found a excuse to talk tot he receptionist guy of the fitness club, my subscription is going to end mi-June so I thought I could ask him about my new subscription but... when I asked for my member card back, he was chitchatting and laughing with some girl, his girlfriend maybe? Maybe not? Anyway, it turned me off right away. Whatever!<br /><br />The time of the tests for the dream job have finally come. I left the civilian world on Tuesday at 1pm until Thursday at noon. It is so weird how you can lost track of time, <span style="font-style: italic;">being held</span> in a Fort for 48 hours, with strict rules, strict wake up (6am) and sleep (10pm) times as well as eating times (breakfast at 7am, lunch at noon and dinner at 6pm), with no Internet, cell phones turned off, etc.<br /><br />The weirdest thing is that I got along well with this mini stay and did not feel good to cope with all this people in the metro, being alone at home on Thursday evening and be able to be back on my sleep habits (go to bed late and wake up around 8am).<br /><br />Now, my future is in the hands of some people who will decide if whether or not I can be part of their world , if I have the ideal profile and if I deserve it. The following days are going to be very long...<br /></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-75586928507764044082009-05-09T17:32:00.005+02:002009-05-09T18:02:21.995+02:00Such a coward!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://accel21.mettre-put-idata.over-blog.com/0/03/54/40/timide.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 127px;" src="http://accel21.mettre-put-idata.over-blog.com/0/03/54/40/timide.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>It has been a few times that I see him at the fitness club, on Thursday (running on the treadmill or at the assisted-muscle-building section) and on Saturday in the muscle-building room (when I go to the Body Pump class that is just next to it).<br /><br />Last Thursday, I was working on a back-muscle machine - and during each little breaks between each series, I chill, I look around - I looked in the lateral mirror and I saw him on the treadmill and thought "oohh he is here!!!" <img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" width="15" height="15" /> and kept turning over and looking in the mirror, again and again.<br /><br />-I know nothing about him but he looks fiiine, is tall, dresses well (at least to train, hey, it counts, some dudes dress badly at the fitness club) and... is sportive! lol One of my "must be" criteria <img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" width="15" height="15" /> -<br /><br />When I changed machine, I looked towards the treadmills but, he was gone! Such short time again! So I thought, "<span style="font-style: italic;">you should go and talk to him some day</span>"... yeah right! Like if I was the kind of girl to do that. Never happened! Too shy <img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_redface.gif" alt="redface" title="redface" width="15" height="15" /> But hey, what could happen if I wait for something... to happen.<br /><br />I talked about the cute-guy-from-the-fitness-club to a friend and she said "Go and talk to him!". Easy to say, I am not the kind of person to make first move with someone I don't know, even on dating sites, I never send emails because I never know what to write <img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_neutral.gif" alt="neutral" title="neutral" width="15" height="15" /><br /><br />So yesterday evening I thought about what I could say to approach him, thought about some lame sentences and then thought, the guy is going to wonder where I come from, who I am, what I want from him, and what could I possibly say to a stranger running on a treadmill to start the conversation and risk to disturb him but also get a "not interested" answer straight away.<br /><br />I finally decided to take a piece of paper, write my cellphone number, name and a lame sentence such as "<span style="font-style: italic;">to maybe go and have a drink...</span>". OMG, I was so laughing once I wrote that, I have NO IDEA what to say, what to do, so next time I see him I am going to (try to) give him the<span style="font-style: italic;"> magic note</span> and say something like "<span style="font-style: italic;">I am lame at doing this</span>" and see what happens.<br /><br />Then I thought, when what if he accepts and he finally turns out to be a jerk... <img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" width="15" height="15" /> damn...<br />Anyway, first, I will see if I even dare to do any first step.<br /><br />There is another guy (hey, I have been single for almost a year and need a man to move one! <img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_twisted.gif" alt="twisted" title="twisted" width="15" height="15" />), he is one of the receptionists, good looking too. I was working on other muscle-building machines and saw him walk by to the emergency exit wearing a moto jacket and moto boots (a moto rider?! <img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" width="15" height="15" /> another "must be" criteria lol) and saw him come back after a few minutes (smelling cigarette, a "must not be criteria"). Then, one of the coaches walked by the same exit wearing a moto jacket and a helmet and coming back few minutes later also, so I thought, hey, here is an <span style="font-style: italic;">excuse</span> to make first step and talk to the receptionist saying something about a <span style="font-style: italic;">secret moto parking spot</span> or anything related to moto (female moto riders generally interest guys and especially riders <img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" width="15" height="15" />), then I don't know, but, at least, it would be a way to start a conversation.<br /><br />So when I was leaving, I arrived at the counter, they were four men talking (including the two moto riders). I said my name with a nice smile, he did not hear with the loud music and people shouting, so I repeated it, and he handed me my member card in exchange of the towel with a nice smile, I said "<span style="font-style: italic;">thanks, have a nice weekend</span>" and... I walked out. Such a coward! Next chance is Tuesday (if any of them is there).<br /></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-20369354478909808902009-04-28T10:41:00.005+02:002009-05-09T18:03:10.154+02:00It was a year ago<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/9215/heartbyfrizzlepoprf9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 271px;" src="http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/9215/heartbyfrizzlepoprf9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Last weekend, my mind was all about him. Fortunately, I had a busy wedding weekend and it went well.<br /><br />but last night, for the second time within a few days, I dreamed about him and again, it was a getting-back-together oriented dream... like if I needed this.<br /><br />My mind and my heart is still upside down, I still have not succeeded to forget him and about our short but so nice time together last year and so, indeed, it was a year ago that we met. I was worried about that moment to come but it has come.<br /><br />I have not have any news or contact since he came to my place last September, he was all "yes, let's keep in touch, keep me posted about your new job" (I was a buyer assistant at that moment), etc. But nothing happened and he totally stopped any contacts with me. I do not know if he is still dating his girl and what is new about him and am dying to have news about him. I am still in touch with a friend and colleague of him but have not seen him since D. broke up with me because I had understood he was not against dating me and it scared me but now, curiosity is too big and I am thinking about asking J. to have a drink some time just to have subtly news about D.<br /><br />Each time I wake up from these dreams, I am overwhelmed and sad and scared and nostalgic... For the past months, I said that I needed time to get over D. and be ready for a new relationship but each time I am thinking about a new man in my life I cannot help it but think that he will not be enough D. like, I am so pitiful and sad and scared and nostalgic... I have let my profile on the two dating Websites I used to be one but I rarely go there, I wait for emails and delete them instantly because guys are not interesting (and not D. enough), when I run a research ones in a while, I can even find a guy to who send an email within about a hundred of them.<br /><br />So I wait for a <span style="font-style: italic;">normal</span> encounter but most of my friends are married, in a relationship and friends of my friends are also in relationships, have set up house with their partner, etc. I do not make new encounters at work where there are only women, the fitness club? well people are, as I am, focused on their training and I would be too shy to go and talk to a handsome guy not know if he is available or what, I do not go out because I am out of money and my friends are all busy with their family, partner or anything else, so elsewhere? well, where?<br /><br />I stopped believing there are free nice guys out there for me anymore, it is too late. And to make it all easier, I am a so selective person and I have become even more careful about guys. Something weird happened at my friend's wedding last Saturday, I met the partner of a University pal, a kind girl I know from University but do not hang out with, I had never seen him before, guess what is name was, D.... and he was kind of looking a little like him and I could not stop looking at him all the evening, what a sad girl...<br /><br />In some way, I still think about him but also wish I could have a new man in my life to go on and have a life that means something, I miss all the couple things, even the simplest ones, I miss tenderness, I miss love.</div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-15184130845765021202009-04-27T10:48:00.004+02:002009-04-27T11:01:23.884+02:00Thursday it ends.<div style="text-align: justify;">Here it is, this is my last week of work.<br /><br />Due to various reasons, I will be out of work at the end of this week.<br /><br />The tests I was scheduled to take for the <span style="font-style: italic;">dream job</span> on early May are postponned till the end of May or early June because of some personnal problems.<br /><br />Indeed, I will take advantage of this free time to go as I want to the fitness club but will also try to find some temp work or hosting missions till then at least.<br /><br />The bad news are that at the same time I <span style="font-style: italic;">lose</span> this job, the government help I was receiving since last April, will be reduced from May till July because I have worked since January and files are reviewed every three-month. BAD TIMING! <img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_sad.gif" alt="sad" title="sad" width="15" height="15" /><br /><br />It is going to be even harder that it already was, just spend money on rent, bills and grocery. No any <span style="font-style: italic;">luxuary</span>, for now.<br /><br />Right now, I am kind of stressed about that situation but also kind of relieved because the job was becoming a pain in the a**. I am so eager to be at the end of this week and be done with that and be able to go on a new path, but which one?<br /></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-59217949156537328732009-03-31T19:42:00.001+02:002009-03-31T19:48:43.075+02:00Yes, I can!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chocolatviennois.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/bodybuilding_girl1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 345px;" src="http://chocolatviennois.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/bodybuilding_girl1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Since I registered to this other fitness club two weeks ago, I had not had the time to take an appointment with a coach to <span style="font-style: italic;">adapt </span>the program that had been made for me by a coach of my fitness club (that closed for unpaid rents) to the muscle-building machines there.<br /><br />Leaving work at 6pm, I arrived there at 6:45pm on time for whether Body Pump, Body Attack or Aqua Slim, what only left me the possibility to attend the Body Attack course that does not require any equipment preparation or swimsuit. This a 100% cardio course! It gives you a great energy! I was meeting Philippe, the coach, at 8pm at the end of the course. When I saw him arriving, I puzzled by his physical appearance, bold, all muscle-build on the upper part of his body, with big arms and everything, with muscled but <span style="font-style: italic;">thin</span> shaved legs and big colored tatoo on his left arm... and a strong voice!<br /><br />The appointment was really worth it, he talked a lot about food, where to find proteins - because you strongly need them when you are working on muscle building your body - what to avoid, etc. Advice that had never been given to me and then he showed me how to use all the machines I would need for my personal training. It lasted about 45 minutes!<br /><br />The girl coach I had met at my former fitness club had just given me some advice about 3 machines. He explained me how to use between 10 to 15 machines (apart from the cardio ones)! He took my email address and later in the evening, sent me my personal training program with advice notes about muscle-building, diet, etc. and assured me that, if I follow this program, I will have the results expected and be ready for the <span style="font-style: italic;">big day</span>. I hope so!<br /><br />Finally, going to thisa new fitness club has some advantages, I will maybe be better prepared with this program, he sensed my motivation (good!) and that I was surely the kind of girl that <span style="font-style: italic;">could do it</span>! That is a nice thing to hear.<br /><br />The only incovenient of this special diet is that for the month to come I will <span style="font-style: italic;">have</span> to eat again chicken, I do not like that but I will need that source of protein (I am absolutely not going to eat again any other kind of meat!), eat lots and lots of eggs, almost every day, prefer five meals to the regular three and be sure to have proteins in each one. Well, let's go!<br /></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-86568018985434151752009-03-22T17:23:00.005+01:002009-03-22T18:09:43.921+01:00Xena welcomes Kiwi!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizTHNV042P4q7ZDnGO7WnE0r5Qsm0UkakKLgTrgDAka1gaKQVOPvN0xhOoe8pQH4-KHoaabX0lC5l-cUybYJte2qtZCkSQlh1s2Wv_cm4i8G7EeqMXd4UTNteHntDIoAQ7_9ooUiIl2KY/s1600-h/P1000613.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizTHNV042P4q7ZDnGO7WnE0r5Qsm0UkakKLgTrgDAka1gaKQVOPvN0xhOoe8pQH4-KHoaabX0lC5l-cUybYJte2qtZCkSQlh1s2Wv_cm4i8G7EeqMXd4UTNteHntDIoAQ7_9ooUiIl2KY/s200/P1000613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316058827662534962" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Long-awaited for more than a year, here she is!!! My first vehicle and my first moto!<br /><br />As I said in a previous post, this is kind of a purchase that costs (a lot) but, what is the use of savings if keeping them in your accounts...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">On Friday, I went to see it at the moto dealer, loved it, it is a second-hand but has been almost completely repaired after an accident. So, she is kind of brand new! And I like the digital mileage so you know exactly your speed (damn radars!) but it also provides you the time! How convenient because while driving a motorcycle, you cannot really look at your watch, can you?! lol<br /><br />I let a deposit and came back to take her yesterday afternoon with a moto pal because I did not want to drive by myself for the first time after so long. All the administrative paperwork took an hour and a half but then it was finally time for me to leave with my new friend!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">All the reflexes came back instantly! I was not very comfortable with the trafic and the assholes than do not care about you but I will practice and drive more in the city trafic to get used to it again, we took the <span style="font-style: italic;">périphérique</span> and then a little part of the motorway, drove until <span style="font-style: italic;">St Germain en Laye</span>, stopped on the way back to my town for me to put gas in the moto and then my moto pal left me to head back to where he leaves and I went home too, parked the moto on its private parking place and walked the few meters to go home.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16xqKuRr31Kl9fu6r3pN7VCQla7CaqDfZ8tL_9VtWIlNR8OK030HCEBe1a0U0jpNasMq7NgBmwCzn2QH5P_MZf6v8wM30Qhrvrj_N_wUq6Bu_SoqXmKZI156P0XZw0E9ECV4w20uI0fI/s1600-h/S8301627.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16xqKuRr31Kl9fu6r3pN7VCQla7CaqDfZ8tL_9VtWIlNR8OK030HCEBe1a0U0jpNasMq7NgBmwCzn2QH5P_MZf6v8wM30Qhrvrj_N_wUq6Bu_SoqXmKZI156P0XZw0E9ECV4w20uI0fI/s200/S8301627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316058840713346738" border="0" /></a><br />I had forgotten that people often turn their head when they realize your a girl riding a motorcycle or wearing moto outfit and helmet! lol<br /><br />I am eager to take my little friend out again!</div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-22532836804503188742009-03-14T16:00:00.006+01:002009-03-14T16:54:30.526+01:00Gone with the Wind<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xxZ4djooy_g/RznA2spvgyI/AAAAAAAACCI/s8SQ6o_B5I0/Phare+Cap+Blanc03.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 214px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xxZ4djooy_g/RznA2spvgyI/AAAAAAAACCI/s8SQ6o_B5I0/Phare+Cap+Blanc03.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>I was in <span style="font-style: italic;">lack</span> of inspiration this week to write on the blog but, unfortunately, what happenned this morning could not be untold about.<br /><br />I arrived at the fitness club this morning and the door was closed and locked. I was really surprised and wondered what could be the problem. I quickly <span style="font-style: italic;">kind of </span>understood when I saw that official paper that said something that the club was closed because of a judicial procedure! In the following minutes, other members continued to arrive and some of them were <span style="font-style: italic;">kind of </span>aware of what was going on. The club has been closed by bailiffs since Thursday morning and it would be due to unpaid rents amongst other reasons. This means that the club is not ready to reopen soon, the procedure could last for months or years! But whatever the time it will last, I WANT TO SEE MY MONEY BACK sons of a b***.<br /><br />Like many other people, I paid with several checks and the 4th and last one was cashed a few days ago! So now, my money is gone and so is the one of many other members, some of them had paid for a 2-year membership and some others had been proposed to pay in cash and have a 30% discount, what an odd procedure! Cash is so untraceable and can directly go into the manager's pockets!<br /><br />You cannot imagine how pissed I was and still am! And as I cannot stay without doing a sportive activity and intensive training because I am preparing myself for some selections to enter a specific job, I need to train regularly if I do not want to fail on the sportive tests!<br /><br />I called my mom to let her know because I was shocked and scared because I do not have lots of money right now and with all this money gone, it would hard to pay for another membership so she reassured me and she will help me pay for a new one in another club.<br /><br />So right away when I got back home, I looked on Internet for the closest clubs and decided to go and see the <span style="font-style: italic;">Club Med Gym</span> of <span style="font-style: italic;">La Défense</span>, it is about 20 minutes by bus, so not very practical but as I do not have a car here, it is the closest one. I am usually not fond of chains but I would be too scared to register to another <span style="font-style: italic;">independent </span>fitness club now that this thing happenned.<br /><br />I visited the place and it is very big and nice, with many cardio machines (about 20 treadmills compared to the only 2 of my <span style="font-style: italic;">beloved</span> fitness club), a sauna, a hammam, two courses rooms, a cycling room and a swimming pool. It is open from 7am to 9:30pm! (the fitness club of my town was open from 10am only to 9pm). I registered for a trimester because it is cheaper in the end than monthly and I will see how it goes in June.<br /><br />I am still mad at those people but I need to focus on my training and will put all my energy in that, I will have lost a week of training with all this and will lose some time having to go further away now on the new fitness club but cannot do differently... so let's move!<br /></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-60339274047491081972009-03-10T10:42:00.004+01:002009-03-10T11:31:44.361+01:00You only live ones!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU5DDZyQ5Mi94WGjDiXL2snY8qs_2leZxwd7yLfOPMrf8W0XLqkXz8QjyIjFrmQQSa9e9kVOPkfWezUlTXGDLMULMq03mHAeMIOqh5zEOKiKQNqt3kSxZh2O5koPDWXUH6qxINTxD-ZE8/s1600-h/ER6n+2006+%28Murit%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU5DDZyQ5Mi94WGjDiXL2snY8qs_2leZxwd7yLfOPMrf8W0XLqkXz8QjyIjFrmQQSa9e9kVOPkfWezUlTXGDLMULMq03mHAeMIOqh5zEOKiKQNqt3kSxZh2O5koPDWXUH6qxINTxD-ZE8/s200/ER6n+2006+%28Murit%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311504727788411394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Last year when I started this blog, I was a freshly new motorcycle driver!<br /><br />It has been a year since I has been waiting to be able to afford the buying of a moto but also the insurance, the gas, the renting of a car park place, etc. as I did not have any fixed job or salary.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Right now, even if I have been working as a temp salesperson, which means that I do not have a important salary, I have helps to pay the rent of my apartment but also live so I decided to please myself and buy a motorcycle! As we say "<span style="font-style: italic;">one only lives ones!</span>".<br /><br />It may be hard to live <span style="font-style: italic;">comfortably</span> for the next few months but I have been used to that already and do not spend money of silly things, do not go out or buy lost of extra besides paying the bills and go to the supermarket and eat well. So let's do it!<br /><br />This past weekend, I made some calculus between what I earn in total and what I spend each month and what will cost the moto with all the spendings aside.<br />- I have enough money to buy a nice a secondhand moto (my maximum budget is 4000 euros).<br /><br />- My mom will offer me the first year of insurance (approximatly 1000 euros, I have made online quotations and will now call two of them to have more details and chose of of the two).<br /><br />- As I live downtown, I do not have any room to park a vehicule so I have looked online for a car park place to rent ( a private garage is too expensive!) and will finally take a subcription in one of the nearest public car park of where I live (it is 5 min away on foot, is closed at night and only people who registered and have an electronic key can have access to the car park and thus their vehicule, it costs 45 euros a month for a moto and is cheaper than what I found through private renting).<br /><br />- Then I will just need to buy a second helmet for any person who would want to ride with me, a anti-theft device and be ready to wait half a day at the <span style="font-style: italic;">Préfecture</span> with a good book - <a href="http://alostfroginparis.blogspot.com/2008/04/patience.html">like last year</a> - to have my first <span style="font-style: italic;">carte grise</span> (car registration document).<br /><br />I am so excited, happy and scared! It is a lot of money but I want to do this, I do not go on vacation anymore since I have not had a fixed job, so this spring/summer, my vacation will be on my moto, riding the road of the neighborhood and the region. I am like a child who is about to have her first doll, her first makeup vanity, her first puppy or any FIRST great thing she has been expecting wisely for so long.<br /><br />This Friday, is Friday 13 again, I will buy a loterie ticket, any more lucky money would be welcome! Please, please, moto fairy, come to me! <img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" width="15" height="15" /></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-1223950407535646812009-03-01T18:57:00.003+01:002009-03-01T20:05:09.172+01:00February feed back<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://simplythebest84.s.i.pic.centerblog.net/co67onuf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 286px;" src="http://simplythebest84.s.i.pic.centerblog.net/co67onuf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>It is already March!<br /><br />I was thinking that, as always, time goes by fast and two months have already passed since the beginning of 2009!<br /><br />I have so many expectations this year, let us see where I am now.<br /><br />*I started a new part-time job and I really like it, the environment, the colleagues, the fact that it is 5min away by foot, it is not my dream job but so far it is okay. The woman in charge of the shop offered me to switch my part-time contract on a full-time one and become her assistant. As I have said before, I am preparing myself for some tests for a job I dream to be able to do in a few weeks. If I succeed these tests next month - medical tests, sport, psychotechnic, motivation, etc. it lasts 3 days - I will not enter the training next May but next September, so it lets me five months to work and take some vacation till then and I don't know if I want to stay at Kookaï and switch to part-time of course or find another job, since I have not found one for the last 2 years!<br /><br />I really got to think about it!<br /><br />*In order to be able to pass the tests for my dream job next month, I kept going to the fitness club because I love it but last month I started a more intense rythme and a coach there created me a <span style="font-style: italic;">personnalized program</span>. More muscle-building exercises and a specific running /cardio exercise - I hate running. I have to keep on that track until next month and if I pass (I will... I will!), I will be able to slow it down a little.<br /><br /><br />* Along with the sport thing, I need to keep on the good track about food. I can be easily week on sweet things, eat between meals (crackers, biscuits, a bowl of cereals, etc.), so I need to get rid of this for now (very very hard) and eat more proteines (egg, soft white cheese, lentils, bananas) but also ananas to burn bad calories and <span style="font-style: italic;">rapid sugar</span> before and after sport to help muscles to work well and not weaken them and thus avoid possible injuries.<br /><br />*Now that I know that I will be in Paris until, at least, end of August, I will continue the decoration of my apartlent. I had made a break last November because I wanted to be sure I would stay here for some time so that it would be worth it (painting, putting shelves, etc.). I will not spend a lot of money on that but I have been already bored with wall walls everywhere, I need some color and more decoration.<br /><br />* I want to keep cooking, going to the movies, go out more with my friends for a drink or something (depends on money), go to bed earlier than I used to (it has been years since I am used to go to bed around midnight) and take time to read all my books (bought the next Twilight's saga novels in English), take advantage of the upcoming nice weekends and finally go for walks in the neighborhood and discover all the parks, woods and towns I don't know around here. I miss being in a relationship, but I got to thinking, I think I would not even have time for another person, when I don't work, I go to the fitness club or want to have time for myself, to cook, take care of the apartment, go out on my own or with my friends... I will see where I am at in a few weeks when it gets less busy in my life.<br /></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-83708103176545164102009-02-22T15:56:00.004+01:002009-02-22T16:26:37.395+01:00Reunion of the Past<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVD0wXJTP0YdwJRU7dVrhI7y7pDCALqaatcGsgacQPkRIAYdAHL4P61w7VMcXNq-wyr1BpDrT8Tx4LgSSJZs24FYqF2wNmKMG4juN-pt34urJggcRJ6YI840kNhnWtC7b9oaUW4-Tasg/s1600-h/n565095781_1338620_8370.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVD0wXJTP0YdwJRU7dVrhI7y7pDCALqaatcGsgacQPkRIAYdAHL4P61w7VMcXNq-wyr1BpDrT8Tx4LgSSJZs24FYqF2wNmKMG4juN-pt34urJggcRJ6YI840kNhnWtC7b9oaUW4-Tasg/s200/n565095781_1338620_8370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305642576863042578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday evening, I went to a <span style="font-style: italic;">reunion</span> of former pupils of the Elementary school of my former town I went to. Thanks to Facebook and another Website that permits you to find old classmates, we decided to organize a little reunion in a TexMex restaurant in Paris.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We were only 9 for this first round but it was perfect to chat and talk about old times for hours! Some of us have kept in touch but you cannot stay in contact with all your former classmates and buddies of your childhood!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The restaurant and food were nice as well as the environment, it is nice we all got along about 15 years later! A part of us still leaves in the town of our school or the neighborhood and others, as I do, leave on the West part of Paris suburb, so one guy of the reunion came to pick me up as for another guy who used to live next to my house.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It was really nice to catch up all together!! Lost of laughings, memories conversations, talking about some kids we did not like and are still, as adult people, ass-holes or about what people became (marriage, kids, moving, etc.).<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We already planned to meet for another round on April 18th to try to gather more people, that could not be there yesterday. This time we will try to book something convenient for about 15 people, so more quiet and less crowded and plan a bowling session afterwards! Always an activity very social and practical to chat!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">This is when you are glad to leave in the Internet and Facebook era!<br /></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-22431198857122399272009-02-20T21:36:00.010+01:002009-02-21T17:05:37.854+01:00Bewitched by a Twilight...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://avanttrash.com/images/twilight-poster1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 342px;" src="http://avanttrash.com/images/twilight-poster1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It is, with high expectations, that I went and saw <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1099212/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Twilight</span></a> yesterday at the movie theater. A "teenagers" movie about vampires... At first, I was not really inspired but after all the buzz about this upcoming movie for months in the media and then all my friends and even my mom telling me how great it was, I decided to go and see it.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSILnQ2BQF5ed_SMEQp1ZnPeN7C_SQAsTjJLgqxz3GVeuZXu-MlnlNa4600jOfAer8phbh8SAIYsBD7TEDw0mf7O9ZyYaqyYTeuq4v8GALhwU2eQrhNbBH1_edTB8ygofQtlXuvXIlqx8/s1600-h/Twilight.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSILnQ2BQF5ed_SMEQp1ZnPeN7C_SQAsTjJLgqxz3GVeuZXu-MlnlNa4600jOfAer8phbh8SAIYsBD7TEDw0mf7O9ZyYaqyYTeuq4v8GALhwU2eQrhNbBH1_edTB8ygofQtlXuvXIlqx8/s200/Twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305277126987179106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I cannot say if it is the story, the birth of the romance between the vampire Edward and the human Bella and their true love for each other no matter their huge differences in their way of living, the color and the light of the pictures, the landscapes, the soundtrack the charisma of the main characters or all the above, but I was instantly bewitched and enchanted by this movie!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I never heard about the novels before so I was not prejudiced against anything, only to see an entertaining film and it was more than that that happened.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzTI853ONuRUw3cIsBtBxYkIdtRLbKlzoCPVcrQljwL_DDeiYaTT96Y_Oq5Rriz_vniSXRPMU7HbZAsRivzndD6o_zj3jdhiPKWaQdV1WDqwYoDlgI6MXR-y1nM-kXEHzenDz8YnLIjtE/s1600-h/Twilight+%282%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzTI853ONuRUw3cIsBtBxYkIdtRLbKlzoCPVcrQljwL_DDeiYaTT96Y_Oq5Rriz_vniSXRPMU7HbZAsRivzndD6o_zj3jdhiPKWaQdV1WDqwYoDlgI6MXR-y1nM-kXEHzenDz8YnLIjtE/s200/Twilight+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305279840887896178" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">This non soppy romance just made me want to live something like that - not meeting a charming vampire - but a <span style="font-style: italic;">charming</span> man and be able to live one day, one true love like this like one.<br /><br />This is just more than a young people movie about vampires, so much more...<br /></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-31279923732967712132009-02-18T21:39:00.003+01:002009-02-18T21:47:34.827+01:00Hope to see you soon, Madam!Yesterday, we made 1400 euros of turnover.<br /><br />One of our customers, a forty/fifty something woman, spent 750 euros.<br /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" width="15" height="15" />Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-621264809672129112009-02-17T22:45:00.005+01:002009-02-17T23:24:27.835+01:00What is your status?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.searchanyway.com/img2/facebook.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 190px;" src="http://blog.searchanyway.com/img2/facebook.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I don't know if you are <a href="http://www.facebook.com/index.php?lh=0f6503ffff2092d2df745610f5b4542e">Facebook</a> users - I am, well it is not the word, <span style="font-style: italic;">addict</span> would be more appropriate - but I noticed something odd about some of my contacts and their "relationship status".<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">You can let your contacts know about it or not, you either tick the Single/In a relationship/Married/Engaged/In a open relationship (okay...)/It's complicated (admitting it is not, obviously) box. Most of my contacts have ticked one of those boxes, since I registered to Facebook, I decided to <span style="font-weight: bold;">not</span> let my contacts know about my personal status.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">My closer friends know if I am single or in a relationship, the others do not have to know about that, that is "<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">personal</span></span>".<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span>It is like letting your other contacts know about your political views or your religion - I am atheist, so I am in no religion, that is fine with me - these are not things you really want others to know or maybe you want them to know as some pride or challenge...<br /><br />A friend of mine changed her status from <span style="font-style: italic;">single</span> to <span style="font-style: italic;">in a relationship</span> as soon as she met a new guy three months ago. I was quite shocked because I had not heard anything about that new love story and letting her Facebook contacts know at the same time of her friends and relatives was quite odd and sad I thought. As soon as it ended a month ago, her status went back to <span style="font-style: italic;">single</span>.. and everybody would now know that her recent relationship had ended...<br /><br />Two other contacts of mine - not friends - also went from being <span style="font-style: italic;">single</span> to <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">in a relationship</span></span></span></span> some time ago, letting everybody know they had started a new relation with a girl, as soon as it appears on their profile, people - as always - begin to ask questions. It did not lasted long and they both went back to being <span style="font-style: italic;">single</span>.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">What is the point of this?<br /><br />In addition of letting people know about your personal status, you can also say who you are dating or engaged or married to. An extra piece of information for the most curious of us!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't know if you heard about it but last February 2008, a woman was killed by her future-ex-husband, in England. Having just separated from her husband, she changed her status from <span style="font-style: italic;">married</span> to <span style="font-style: italic;">single</span> what instantly made her husband mad and under the influence of drug and alcohol, he decided to drive to her house and kill the mother of his two children.<br /><br />Something to let you think about what a simple status changings on a Network Website can affect your life forever...<br /></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-18361605403609581512009-02-14T19:38:00.004+01:002009-02-14T20:12:10.522+01:00Happy 14th February!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pyepimanla.com/saint-valentin/images-actualites/mort-d-eros.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 152px;" src="http://www.pyepimanla.com/saint-valentin/images-actualites/mort-d-eros.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">One of my fellow bloggers was noticing that it was her first Valentine's Day as a single person.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Getting older, I have been caring less and less about that <span style="font-style: italic;">celebration</span>. Who should care?<br /><br /><br />I think that, since I have been dating, twelve years ago, I have only been in a couple the three years I was dating that Greek guy from University. And we did not want to do anything special on that day because we thought it was kind of lame. For me, 14th of February is just one of my nieces' birthday.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">But, you <span style="font-weight: bold;">can't</span> not be aware of Valentine's Day, it is in lingerie, jewelry, clothes shop windows. But also on traveling Websites and many other kind of on line shops, in magazines, beauty institutes, even fitness clubs - "<span style="font-style: italic;">Get a discount if you come and join us with your spouse</span>" and what if I am single, I don't get the discount??...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">No offense for the ones who like Valentine's Day but it is kind of a crappy-commercial-and-marketing-only <span style="font-style: italic;">feast</span>. If, when you are in love, you wait for that special day to offer a gift to your loved one, be nice, go out, buy flowers, dress well and tell your love... what a pity and what a waste. One should celebrate love every day or at least, when one wants Everyday little attentions are so much nicer and <span style="font-weight: bold;">unexpected</span>!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Creating a day for lovers is also kind of selfish, it is like if there was the day of rich or handsome people. Well, sorry, but if you are poor or ugly, you don't get to celebrating. You will say, so Mothers and Fathers day is also stupid? Well, if we go in that direction, yes, can you imagine the pain of every woman who dream to become a mom and cannot be one on Mothers Day...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So, yes, go one and celebrate love with all the lovers on earth, nothing is <span style="font-style: italic;">wrong</span> about that, but what is the deep meaning of such <span style="font-style: italic;">special days</span>? Buy, spend money... marketing goal. Be master of <span style="font-weight: bold;">your</span> life!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">This weekend, I am at my mom's, in my former town, her and her partner are out for dinner for Valentine's Day. She bought me sushi because she knows I like them, they are just in shaped heart plastic box... *sight*<br /></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-30303516710327671552009-02-10T19:51:00.002+01:002009-02-11T13:57:37.238+01:00An evening with a Lady and five Pussycats<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cd.img.v4.skyrock.net/cdc/ladygagathefame/pics/2081470377_1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 115px;" src="http://cd.img.v4.skyrock.net/cdc/ladygagathefame/pics/2081470377_1.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, lived a young lady, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >Lady Gaga</span>. With her golden hair, her black glasses and tiny shorts, she was coming from somewhere in the universe.<br /><br /><br />She landed on Paris, France, on February 8th, 2009 for only a night. All she wanted to do was to <span style="font-style: italic;">Just Dance</span>, reach <span style="font-style: italic;">The Fame</span> and although she had a <span style="font-style: italic;">Poker Face</span>, she wish she could avoid the<span style="font-style: italic;"> Paparazzi</span><span> and denied the accusations of being a <span style="font-style: italic;">Beautiful Dirty Rich</span> girl. <span style="font-style: italic;">Eh eh</span>, there is <span style="font-style: italic;">Nothing Else I Can Say</span>.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Nna0qX_I5uX54D-_nODZQU3u7U5fsRMbQXQJSfQrn0STh7TZ5Cj80aOf5-v020jQDyzhBV58NNFAx9JM4USpxKcY2HUnLMJRmhTlVVo-W8c0_KwPg0nzvuV20xRwzOrwMXlIJOCYbzM/s1600-h/P1000522.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Nna0qX_I5uX54D-_nODZQU3u7U5fsRMbQXQJSfQrn0STh7TZ5Cj80aOf5-v020jQDyzhBV58NNFAx9JM4USpxKcY2HUnLMJRmhTlVVo-W8c0_KwPg0nzvuV20xRwzOrwMXlIJOCYbzM/s200/P1000522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301259081148279522" border="0" /></a></div><span><br /><br /></span><br /><span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Vu2IplP5aC9vhOveZTtXaXpf0mm7McCgBZ6BwuovcqNftP9P1gfsqBYLOuAS0J6hk4kEr6-ih0cY8YxIIJjryI04SNt0a0A3EFuToyLLBXrxfkZPalrANBoRb4BTALSrZOhyphenhyphen4KYS0Tw/s1600-h/P1000544.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Vu2IplP5aC9vhOveZTtXaXpf0mm7McCgBZ6BwuovcqNftP9P1gfsqBYLOuAS0J6hk4kEr6-ih0cY8YxIIJjryI04SNt0a0A3EFuToyLLBXrxfkZPalrANBoRb4BTALSrZOhyphenhyphen4KYS0Tw/s200/P1000544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301260425567625730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>When she left for maybe another planet, a band of five pretty creatures called the <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Pussycat Dolls</span> took over the place. They were ready to be <span style="font-style: italic;">Takin' Over the World</span>,<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>their show was <span style="font-style: italic;">Magic</span>, but </span><span><span style="font-style: italic;">Wait a Minute </span></span><span>as many independent women they can say "</span><span><span style="font-style: italic;">I Don't Need a Man</span>" but maybe, when the right one comes, they will say</span><span>: <span style="font-style: italic;">Hush Hush</span>, I Wanna<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span></span><span><span style="font-style: italic;">Stickwitu</span>. </span><span><br /><br /><br /><br />Of course, everything good thing has a end an</span><span>d even if <span style="font-style: italic;">I Hate This Part<span style="font-style: italic;">, </span></span>the loud concert room was just<span style="font-style: italic;">. </span>It was a really good concert evening once more and I come to thinking that <span style="font-style: italic;">When I Grow Up</span>, I would love to be like the PCD, <span style="font-style: italic;">Don't Cha?</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBN3cLVFz695cDVrCoJ3dX8RiL6-TmipJGl6QSfsGKO2lROrtCyLwkZzJuCHfsv-AQKAFAB3nKYbCaQFjov_BIduibSr1H-suXjSm4-ey2ilzKBzlf8cpP_XmOkLVbq2uqlIFxFm0zig/s1600-h/P1000583.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBN3cLVFz695cDVrCoJ3dX8RiL6-TmipJGl6QSfsGKO2lROrtCyLwkZzJuCHfsv-AQKAFAB3nKYbCaQFjov_BIduibSr1H-suXjSm4-ey2ilzKBzlf8cpP_XmOkLVbq2uqlIFxFm0zig/s200/P1000583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301260750710588530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">What</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">cha</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">think</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">about</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">that</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">?!</span></span></span><span><br /></span>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345900521832644470.post-38141384637423055632009-02-07T18:05:00.010+01:002009-02-10T21:12:42.914+01:00"Melted Snow, Melted Snow, Melted Snow..."<div style="text-align: justify;">This morning, as every Saturday morning, I was leaving for the fitness club when it started to rain, I was able to catch a bus so that was okay and I thought I would take the bus back home for once (I usually walk) . Once I got to the fitness club - that is next to the train station - the rain has turned into little hailstones. Once I got into the collective classroom to start the course, it started to snow... again! For once, I had not checked the whether forecast, damned me!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, snow is not a big problem, I love walking in the snow. Only, as it is not cold enough, it did not stay on the road and most part of the pavement, melted and turned into a nasty sludge. So, I was definitely taking the bus home... but when I arrived at the bus station, there was a paper sign where was written "<span style="font-style: italic;">because of the snow, the traffic of buses 144, 244, 467, etc is so far interrupted"</span><span>. What the hell????</span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>It was deadly snowing and the ground really horrible! I had no choice but to walk home. I am lucky I don't live far from the fitness club. The thing is, I discovered that my sneakers are NOT waterproof! Within 5 minutes, my socks and feet were wet, it was like I was walking in socks in the melted snow... <span style="font-style: italic;">floc floc</span>... It took me more time than usual because I was trying not to slip but I finally succeeded to make it home safe, although my feet were freezing, the bottom of my jeans and my jacket were all wet.</span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>It was 2:30pm already and I was starving, it felt good to eat something warm and chill the rest of the afternoon. I was supposed to go out but I preferred to postpone it. It took me the whole afternoon to warm me up... My sneakers spent the afternoon in front of the heater but they are still not dry... I may have to think about buying some nice little snow boots!</span><br /></div><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>In France, it is like that! You get 5 or 10cm of snow and the whole world is falling apart! Bus and train stations are closed, planes are stuck on the tarmac... but cars are still driving, go figure!</span><br /></div>Frogmaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00703108216664430494noreply@blogger.com1