tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469847335942684142024-03-21T10:33:20.778-07:00gyulDOTpusThe comments are the real entertainment.Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-36268155383063147742009-10-23T07:28:00.000-07:002009-10-23T07:32:48.494-07:00Froopert the Indian ManFroopert has created a new video for your viewing pleasure.<br /><br />Ratnesh can send you a burn of the DVD if you would like.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5ufTRQGly4&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5ufTRQGly4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-15314106517255413522009-04-02T05:54:00.000-07:002009-04-02T06:29:41.792-07:00Long time no see!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0BMs-2Bje2MILH4FnOGVreanvLzgo17txnDKT4c8LevngWni0HisXRHrxbGAjiRGU3BNElNj42SugmTi0Gnk-xJNmrPYMRKcaD3zJfPpXJF7W7q0_KS24oU0Js7GKGcFDK4JRXqPKBo/s1600-h/march++6th+and+7th+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0BMs-2Bje2MILH4FnOGVreanvLzgo17txnDKT4c8LevngWni0HisXRHrxbGAjiRGU3BNElNj42SugmTi0Gnk-xJNmrPYMRKcaD3zJfPpXJF7W7q0_KS24oU0Js7GKGcFDK4JRXqPKBo/s320/march++6th+and+7th+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320080115998790466" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Howdy folks!<br /><br />Have you been wondering where we are?<br />We'll be very flattered if you cared :D<br /><br />Well, I'm back home in Romania. I left Trinidad last Tuesday and watched the nice lady next to me drift off into sweet oblivion for almost all the flight<br />( 10+hrs). I got about 1.5 hrs sleep in total...<br /><br />Then I left Gatwick airport and made my way via bus to Heathrow airport. I arrived about 11am and my flight to Romania was about 8pm. I had to sit with my huge heavy suitcase for more than 6 hrs waiting to check it in and enter the much more comfortable departures lounge. What torture. Especially since I had money in my pocket waiting to be spent.<br /><br />I finally was able to check in and then had to literally run to get my shopping done and then run to the gate and board the plane. By this time I was REALLY sleepy and exhausted and kept nodding off and jumping awake (that's so funny when another person does it).<br /><br />Unfortunately for me, this young boy kept blabbering on and on and on and on behind me.<br />For the first time I wished I wasn't able to speak English. At least I wouldn't have been<br />driven to suicidal/murderous feelings by listening to his inane drivel.<br />It was obvious that his parents were fed up of him, but it never entered their head that other people were ready to chuck the little bugger out the window!!!!<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHNNzfuhdUudCP9BXduUR2ePXQqJhZFqTQ49qTShoEWamw_9uar5N_3v3lrcVKDVsc_EjRZV-NFQaph39HY9ut45XkmUAb8iqJxUI9TfJ2D4RP11_WmVXe4PqufdR_V1sHkLNaAeJJECw/s1600-h/Kadhine+in+Trinidad+and+Tobago+289.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHNNzfuhdUudCP9BXduUR2ePXQqJhZFqTQ49qTShoEWamw_9uar5N_3v3lrcVKDVsc_EjRZV-NFQaph39HY9ut45XkmUAb8iqJxUI9TfJ2D4RP11_WmVXe4PqufdR_V1sHkLNaAeJJECw/s320/Kadhine+in+Trinidad+and+Tobago+289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320080114335891042" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />We arrived in Romania 15mins early, my ride was waiting for me and I arrived home around 12am. I went to bed around 3:30am and proceeded to spend the rest of the week in a sort of post-traumatic-jet-lagged-exhausted-hungry-daze.<br /><br />Now the jet lag seemed to have worn off but now I caught a cold - life's wonderful!<br /><br />The first photo is of my cat , Chloe who was all bundled up in a blankie and who wasn't enjoying one minute of it.<br /><br />Second pic is of Froopert on the left, Frooples on the right and the mother in the back, bitterly complaining and fretting over a phone card. As you can see, Froopert and I were in a different planet :P<br /><br />I wonder where we going?? Maybe to eat dimsum.<br />Frooples.<br /></span>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-20150392684561857572009-03-12T10:07:00.000-07:002009-03-12T10:22:18.262-07:00Let's learn a new word!<span style="color:#ffffff;">Ok, boys and girls!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Welcome to the Froops' new segment on the show:</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">"Fun with vocabulary!"</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Today's new word kids is "PROGNOSTIC"</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">prog·nos·tic<br /><br />adj.<br />1. Of, relating to, or useful in prognosis.<br />2. Of or relating to prediction; predictive.<br />n.<br />1. A sign or symptom indicating the future course of a disease.<br />2. A sign of a future happening; a portent.</span></em><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Let's give you some key sentences to help you incorporate this new wonderful word into your daily vocabulary.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">1. Edwina was horrified to find the standing ovation she recieved was not due to her dancing skills but to the fact that her prognostics were hanging out for the entire performance!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">2. Vaira was saddened when she realised the beautiful prognostic she bought at the market broke on the way home.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">3. I find my prognostic tends to act up after I eat cheese.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">4. If you don't wash your prognostics properly, you can get an infection.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">5. Timmy wailed piteously when Billy beat him up and stole his prognostic.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Ok my dear children, we hope you have learned this new word well, please comment and leave us your sentences using the word "Prognostic"</span>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-61678724933305808742009-03-12T09:57:00.000-07:002009-03-12T10:06:30.848-07:00My New Job<a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f4/Infuuszakjes.jpg/450px-Infuuszakjes.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f4/Infuuszakjes.jpg/450px-Infuuszakjes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Hello Everyone!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">I am pleased to announce that I began my new job on Monday. I am not sure what the job title is yet, however, the general idea of it is to stand up with my hands up in the air holding a bag of IV fluid.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">I have decided therefore that my true calling is that of a metal stand. I would like to give special thanks to Frooples for helping me discover my true path. She helped me by contracting food poisoning and then refusing public health care and going to our private doctor who was obviously shocked that he had to perform hospital duties in his office -poor guy!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">(Public health care sucks in Trinidad and I would have most likely died from a left over sponge in my gizzard, even though I went in for food poisoning, which as we all know, has nothing to do with one's gizzard.)</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">Frooples.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Owing to the fact the he did not have a metal IV holder I acted as a surrogate.</span></div><br /><p><span style="color:#ff6666;">Froopert.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span> </p>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-68937141471496042372009-03-11T09:31:00.000-07:002009-03-12T09:55:27.582-07:00Why Frooples is still in Trinidad.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzy4IbQQy6nkHewvXh8ekrntb4628jGebxpbjIm7z0rhMczIhtzCB6PJCnfKqlThxvUPZffb7bWjtqPp7HYxYHQSC9UrX-ptIOYciaMwv4BBc_M1ecwTiBjw-qCRP_nyyPzCQC5_vZ78/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311973829973156274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzy4IbQQy6nkHewvXh8ekrntb4628jGebxpbjIm7z0rhMczIhtzCB6PJCnfKqlThxvUPZffb7bWjtqPp7HYxYHQSC9UrX-ptIOYciaMwv4BBc_M1ecwTiBjw-qCRP_nyyPzCQC5_vZ78/s320/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">Yes Dear Reader,</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#339999;">I am still in Trinidad. I should have been on a plane right now, exhausted and cranky, crossing over Germany. But noooooooo, I am sitting at Froopert's desk, all shaky and weak because I have food poisoning, bronchitis, and the flu.</span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">Well, to be fair, I've had bronchitis for the past 5 months. Living in super-dusty Bucharest doesn't make for easy breathing. I was recovering nicely in Trinidad's clean air, but then I got the flu. This flu includes vomiting and coughing (a beautiful combination). Because my cough started to become a tad unbearable, I called and postponed my flights home by two weeks. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">Good thing I did! That night I spent harrowing 4 hours by my (very competent) doctor. </span></div><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">Have you ever vomited (on your knees, on the floor, crouched over a plastic bag with a roll of Bounty under your arm), in a waiting room? </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">Ever vomited in a small bread/bed-pan looking receptacle with drips in one hand and your doctor holding you up so you won't collapse?</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">Ever been vomiting and thinking "Can't move my hand, can't move my hand, the needle will fall out, can't move my hand, Froopert looks like she's going to faint, I think I need to go to the bathroom!"?</span></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#339999;">Well, it was quite an experience! Personally I think somebody (I'm not going to name names here) gave me "badeye" (or the Evil Eye), I'm sure me fellow Trinis will agree. Or, it could be because of the DELICIOUS oysters I ate the day before, but I doubt it.</span></div><br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;">Anyhoo, yours truly will be in Trinidad for two more weeks, overstaying my welcome in the country, taking dumb photos of us in the cars and making lame videos of sunrises that I will post to my other youtube channel. (Can you tell I'm not my usual self today?)</span><br /><div></div><div>Froopert<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-74916590299017953252009-03-08T13:30:00.000-07:002009-03-13T08:00:16.650-07:00A small summary of our joint adventures.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZH1d_g6iKg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZH1d_g6iKg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Greetings all,</span><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />This here is Frooples, speaking to you from Froopert's Compudy, in Trinidad.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">My time here is almost over, I'll be leaving in less than two days. *sigh*</span><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Anyhoo, I'm glad to be going home too! It's nice not having to sleep on the couch (not that</span><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">mom doesn't have a spare room and both she and Froopert don't have beds big enough for three-I like the couch somehow)</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> And I, Froopert am forced by Frooples to leave my nice large bed in my bedroom to sleep on the floor next to Frooples because she's allegedly afraid to sleep in the living room alone.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"></span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Froopert and I spent all day making this great video for you all. Well, maybe it isn't so great, but then we are both sick and coughing like old wheezy dogs and we are taking Histatussin.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">That thing is da bomb! Next time I go to a cooler fete I'm going to buy me a bottle of histatussin.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">"Oh no, thank you so much for your offer, but I brought my own drink! No beers this time around! Histatussin is the only drink for me this Carnival! Pass the ice."</span><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Want to float? Take a dose of histatussin. I'm not too sure it's helping with the cough though...</span><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">So, back to my story, we spent all day battling with stupid Windows Movie Maker (next computer is a Mac!!!!) and now Youtube is refusing to cooperate.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">So, I'll put a few choice pics for your viewing pleasure and maybe even explain what they're all about.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"></span><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZvdNbSEFkcT0P46vz9iVkxLyXGyeWQag9lFdwK6TltwtO8eEbt5J8YKFkbN4LHK920tBa_RmXM2NWMDKKCcmQZ3Jjb_Vwhb9b9iMsshjKWke0d59ZXDrGmNcGBVG-S4rZvAuDo2ijgY/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310952426274758914" style="width: 320px; height: 265px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZvdNbSEFkcT0P46vz9iVkxLyXGyeWQag9lFdwK6TltwtO8eEbt5J8YKFkbN4LHK920tBa_RmXM2NWMDKKCcmQZ3Jjb_Vwhb9b9iMsshjKWke0d59ZXDrGmNcGBVG-S4rZvAuDo2ijgY/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">This is before we left for "Rise" fete (midnight to sunRISE, get it?) Froopert on the left.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ5RW9FETqefvEDGAwyvx-8BFmB0eNhLw2Aqsv2JyuwfJDDimyjqnhZeG_P60yfiyr9pWJ3bEn2K8t_9lS1ruWabfYHh0YH2FM0-TclEvjn-ooZZUc483UGZva70dA__qjfJHesRiK3Yg/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310962973463392354" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ5RW9FETqefvEDGAwyvx-8BFmB0eNhLw2Aqsv2JyuwfJDDimyjqnhZeG_P60yfiyr9pWJ3bEn2K8t_9lS1ruWabfYHh0YH2FM0-TclEvjn-ooZZUc483UGZva70dA__qjfJHesRiK3Yg/s320/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Here we are with Wen at "Rise" fete. We stayed until the fete was over - I went to bed 8am the next day!!! <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I, Froopert was holding the camera- didn't I do an excellent job?</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6FkGvkon_FrO9aEx8CZh8KGstNPl2ZiyTtcusypLXUjBwHqWaVKe1RltT4ieok0Qg69Jy9vsCzqT5HUcTQse9m7w-2_ftdjNUHYgnKXgC1l2pybyEjG_sARyvwP-SF13G3k039Ph-Hnk/s1600-h/Kadhine+in+Trinidad+and+Tobago+293.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310962993699333634" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6FkGvkon_FrO9aEx8CZh8KGstNPl2ZiyTtcusypLXUjBwHqWaVKe1RltT4ieok0Qg69Jy9vsCzqT5HUcTQse9m7w-2_ftdjNUHYgnKXgC1l2pybyEjG_sARyvwP-SF13G3k039Ph-Hnk/s320/Kadhine+in+Trinidad+and+Tobago+293.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Here we are going</span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> for dim sum lunch at Eagles' restaurant with my (Froopert's) in-laws. (That dashing individual at back is our mother)</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8g9DcT5PwKZNBNCING_J7fkQD20iSsffZAEVFym1WXEWLIRekdlZBit01kJUkr5GFsPWngg6swSNHXFpEqXO0t0PVBCHtz4PltnGWjX5VqsGB322SwqTHOcVZTgI8lX0scZSSADm0qnQ/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310962985758416786" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8g9DcT5PwKZNBNCING_J7fkQD20iSsffZAEVFym1WXEWLIRekdlZBit01kJUkr5GFsPWngg6swSNHXFpEqXO0t0PVBCHtz4PltnGWjX5VqsGB322SwqTHOcVZTgI8lX0scZSSADm0qnQ/s320/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Here we are, waiting at 7:30am (after waking up at 5am) outside the licensing office.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpM9iDhoBX_HiXRvR6pcFy4d40_iZe9ileAu0fg2OAew9JHxdWdSzY8D-Hl64TOsvFFr5z4GkjkFfCd4YP0m904wB5RPbiaF591OTTR7FNhER8lzpG5lQpa6nu-dDFjaySoFyY6-Yua0M/s1600-h/DSC00700.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310962976348668850" style="width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpM9iDhoBX_HiXRvR6pcFy4d40_iZe9ileAu0fg2OAew9JHxdWdSzY8D-Hl64TOsvFFr5z4GkjkFfCd4YP0m904wB5RPbiaF591OTTR7FNhER8lzpG5lQpa6nu-dDFjaySoFyY6-Yua0M/s320/DSC00700.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">This lovely young lady was taking part in the Tobago J'ouvert festivities. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I found it to be in very good taste that she chose to cover her arms and shoulders. I also approve of the hood, who knows if it'll rain?</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> It is a wise man who is cautious about the weather.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbPP3yzd2XiXGttNrXnfcEfES2RdZDUeYkUcdqUYvt1o8wbmD-SnjtLxVoqBWTudIDzbS09x_3l8NZ2dVP9judBqu_-mhhLfw2AnFPXYS0nPhx7D7M5OpARnm0AMHrwVzbGQxAWO1b_pY/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310976027365771362" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbPP3yzd2XiXGttNrXnfcEfES2RdZDUeYkUcdqUYvt1o8wbmD-SnjtLxVoqBWTudIDzbS09x_3l8NZ2dVP9judBqu_-mhhLfw2AnFPXYS0nPhx7D7M5OpARnm0AMHrwVzbGQxAWO1b_pY/s320/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> This is us bored at Machel Montano's concert at Normandie. We escaped from Machel's "sermon" and went to hang out with the security guards. (That proved more enticing.)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWcBthQbNSCMVxVKZ3aOD8TTyiWY0RFt3EDpxcLSwG8ITw3a_sSuXG10dXC28EB4S6oMMBmZoxX3L6g9aev14fezDXU4PHexbE-VYICBIt9ML66Z4wRClFHPNqi6chvztm8A424Qbha8/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310981659251910834" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWcBthQbNSCMVxVKZ3aOD8TTyiWY0RFt3EDpxcLSwG8ITw3a_sSuXG10dXC28EB4S6oMMBmZoxX3L6g9aev14fezDXU4PHexbE-VYICBIt9ML66Z4wRClFHPNqi6chvztm8A424Qbha8/s320/DSC00550.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gOTuSMz4fA0IvLBYtKOdBvXs1CHgLtvQbzbc45IWUdecSrLRQpgi8V6lSFXEW6p09LynucfAAqI1uvlVVqvnvf3_3J4TWFu-84JQhyphenhyphenFTNuhDHPJclP151dAkp6iIxSQJK5tDxwwYDbc/s1600-h/DSC00551.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Here, we are on our way to Hanami Sushi restaurant in Movie Towne.</span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gOTuSMz4fA0IvLBYtKOdBvXs1CHgLtvQbzbc45IWUdecSrLRQpgi8V6lSFXEW6p09LynucfAAqI1uvlVVqvnvf3_3J4TWFu-84JQhyphenhyphenFTNuhDHPJclP151dAkp6iIxSQJK5tDxwwYDbc/s1600-h/DSC00551.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310981657706585762" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gOTuSMz4fA0IvLBYtKOdBvXs1CHgLtvQbzbc45IWUdecSrLRQpgi8V6lSFXEW6p09LynucfAAqI1uvlVVqvnvf3_3J4TWFu-84JQhyphenhyphenFTNuhDHPJclP151dAkp6iIxSQJK5tDxwwYDbc/s320/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Notice our joyous expressions at the promise of impending sushi. </span><br /><br /></div><div> </div>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-62819238621099549352009-02-26T09:28:00.001-08:002009-02-26T09:38:39.949-08:00FAIL house<span style="color:#339999;">Seeing any problems with this house? Look carefully now... Are you seeing a door that leads to a sudden lesson in gravity and the promise of broken bones and/or death?? </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-0jaJ3f9QlwTnDznNi9al2ES2IGS67OK5KLl9MhIPY8Jnjsr92asvb5xX9qKZZyBMY-TQVPrLzUmdzy-SAc6TSx4_xfvLe5cLtcMmWrV7ADpq7h2XeJR3gMiyuNCuxygQ5YQs2ztSzFo/s1600-h/Kadhine+in+Trinidad+and+Tobago+067.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307160803893253154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-0jaJ3f9QlwTnDznNi9al2ES2IGS67OK5KLl9MhIPY8Jnjsr92asvb5xX9qKZZyBMY-TQVPrLzUmdzy-SAc6TSx4_xfvLe5cLtcMmWrV7ADpq7h2XeJR3gMiyuNCuxygQ5YQs2ztSzFo/s320/Kadhine+in+Trinidad+and+Tobago+067.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#339999;">This house is just 10 mins sloow walk from our mom's house - aren't we lucky to be living so close to a FAILblog winner???</span><br /><div></div>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-79539590446948910682009-02-25T04:42:00.001-08:002009-02-25T07:00:17.938-08:00Stupid Bird (Frooples in Trinidad Part 1)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc1FV_K2NgtvFB9aTkNq68tX508qtS-3mEWH7jBHn8uZGFnHWD2FtE-I_YKyaQG8gNjASPtvK65pPkuQligTfFB4FfhY7BlO17vV0F1A6kd72hvAur1PHhUmja0bbvGiub13t4AiM-PsU/s1600-h/Kadhine+in+Trinidad+and+Tobago+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306721009633390178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc1FV_K2NgtvFB9aTkNq68tX508qtS-3mEWH7jBHn8uZGFnHWD2FtE-I_YKyaQG8gNjASPtvK65pPkuQligTfFB4FfhY7BlO17vV0F1A6kd72hvAur1PHhUmja0bbvGiub13t4AiM-PsU/s320/Kadhine+in+Trinidad+and+Tobago+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">So sorry folks, for neglecting the blog.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">Surely you can understand how busy Froopert and I would be, gathering </span><span style="color:#339999;">material for the blog together!</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#339999;">I don't want to jump the gun (is that really the expression?) so I will begin </span><span style="color:#339999;">with an anecdote that included myself only, in transit to Trinidad.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">I had to take a plane from Bucharest (well, Otopeni, really) to London Heathrow and then </span><span style="color:#339999;">a bus from Heathrow to Gatwick and then a taxi from Gatwick to Crawley to my hotel. </span></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#339999;">After overnight-ing in Crawley, I took a taxi to Gatwick, a plane to Barbados and then another </span><span style="color:#339999;">plane to Trinidad. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">(Usualy I just sit and wait in the plane in B'dos and then move on to T'dad, but this time, due to the madness that Carnival causes, I had to fetch me suitcase and walk from arrivals to depatures and check in again etc.)</span> </div><div></div><div><span style="color:#339999;">Anyhoooo, </span></div><div><span style="color:#339999;">I stayed in an old coaching Inn in Crawley, I love history and was willing to forego the u</span><span style="color:#339999;">se of an elevator to sleep in a room that </span><span style="color:#339999;">was steeped in history and also steeped in the</span><span style="color:#339999;"> filth </span><span style="color:#339999;">that generations of use would ensure... (The room was </span><span style="color:#339999;">refurbished and clean, don't worry, anyhow, I've had all my shots :P)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc1FV_K2NgtvFB9aTkNq68tX508qtS-3mEWH7jBHn8uZGFnHWD2FtE-I_YKyaQG8gNjASPtvK65pPkuQligTfFB4FfhY7BlO17vV0F1A6kd72hvAur1PHhUmja0bbvGiub13t4AiM-PsU/s1600-h/Kadhine+in+Trinidad+and+Tobago+012.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc1FV_K2NgtvFB9aTkNq68tX508qtS-3mEWH7jBHn8uZGFnHWD2FtE-I_YKyaQG8gNjASPtvK65pPkuQligTfFB4FfhY7BlO17vV0F1A6kd72hvAur1PHhUmja0bbvGiub13t4AiM-PsU/s1600-h/Kadhine+in+Trinidad+and+Tobago+012.jpg"></a></span></div><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">At 1am (after going to bed at 12am which was 2am according to my body clock) I was wak'd </span><span style="color:#339999;">by the sound of drunk people hurtling down the wooden creaky corridor. I wasn't too </span><span style="color:#339999;">bothered because I always find when I stay in a hotel in the UK </span><span style="color:#339999;">that I'm woken by drunk people running through the </span><span style="color:#339999;">corridors in the dead of night.</span></div><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#339999;">So rolled over and went back to sleep. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">After what seemed like a few short minutes of blissful </span><span style="color:#339999;">slumber, I was jolted awake and sat up in bed with the </span><span style="color:#339999;">most terror-stricken face I could produce. </span></div><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">A bird was singing!!!!!! </span></div><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">OMG!! It's morning and I missed my flight!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">When I gathered my wits about me and looked at the clock it was 2am.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>2am ?!?!!!</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;">Now I know of the saying "The early bird catches the worm" but what was </span><span style="color:#339999;">this bird out to get, a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boa_constrictor">MACAJUEL</a>??</span></div><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#339999;">2am? *sigh*</span> </div><div><br /> </div><div><span style="color:#339999;">Of course I couldn't get back to sleep after that. </span></div><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span> </div><div></div><div><span style="color:#339999;">P.S. That's Pooh and Bee frolicking on the comfy albeit small bed in the hotel room.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com344tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-24510395420560492782009-02-14T21:25:00.000-08:002009-02-14T21:28:00.655-08:00Awaiting A FroopThis is Froopert speaking...<br /><br />I am currently awaiting a particular Froop. The Froop in question is scheduled to arrive at approximately 19:35hrs on Sunday.<br /><br /><br /><em>This</em> Froop (me) is getting rather impatient for the arrival of the other Froop (Frooples). Perhaps some Zantac is in order... Or maybe a Gin and Tonic.<br /><br />FroopertFrooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-64689064790242809382009-02-13T05:55:00.001-08:002009-02-13T05:55:56.543-08:00Froopert: "I am the farmer! "<p><a href="http://www.magmypic.com"><img border="0" src="http://a1.magmypic.com/usermags/d/4c/a480023323a427cdba333ca6cca69_4501.jpg"></a><br>Create <a href="http://www.magmypic.com">Fake Magazine Covers</a> with your own picture at <a href="http://www.magmypic.com">MagMyPic.com</a></p><br><a border=0 href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3dpbGRmaXJlLmdpZ3lhLmNvbS93aWxkZmlyZS93ZnBvcC5hc3B4P21vZHVsZT1lbWFpbCZ1cmw9aHR*cCUzQSUyRiUyRnd3dyUyRW1hZ215cGljJTJFY29tJTJGcG9zdA==" target="_blank"><img src="http://cdn.gigya.com/wildfire/i/includeShareButton.gif" border="0" width="60" height="20" /></a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzNDUzNTIwNzYwOSZwdD*xMjM*NTM1MjYzNzgxJnA9NTQ3ODEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPWIwZWUyYzI1MTNjNjRhOGRhODU2Njg5YzJmY2MzMDI4.gif" />Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-2397358354882636822009-02-12T09:10:00.000-08:002009-02-12T09:35:30.084-08:00What happens when two Froops meet?<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Well, You would find out as soon as we meet.<br /><br />I plan on going to Trinidad and Tobago this Sunday!<br />Yay!<br />I'll be leaving home Saturday and overnight-ing<br />in London and then hop a plane<br />(like "hop a drop" not hop ON a plane) to<br />Barbados and switch planes and fly to T&T.<br />(I won't be actually flying the plane - I'll be too tired)<br /><br />I'm going to get me passport replaced with a<br />new CARICOM one the region is harassing the<br />populace to use. It will not improve my life in anyway,<br />we will all still have to go through the long,<br />embarrassing and expensive process<br />of begging for visas to other countries.<br />Even if we have no intention of hiding and living<br />in a country that's sometimes worse off than T&T!<br /><br />Anyhoo, my other, more important reason for<br />going to T&T is for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trinidad_and_Tobago_Carnival">Carnival</a>!<br />I didn't experience Carnival for 5 yrs and as a<br />Trini, that's very, very bad for health.<br />Romania doesn't allow for much winin' dong!<br /><br />If you want to hear some Soca music - specially<br />designed for winin' and partying C'bean style, go stalk <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/trinisocajunkie">this</a> person.<br />This year's Carnival is on the 23rd and 24th of February.<br />If you're looking for tickets to get to T&T now, don't bother.<br />There are no more seats on ANYTHING available!!<br />Oh wait, when I checked on Tuesday, there<br />was one business class seat still up for grabs...<br /><br />So, I'll be busy packing tomorrow, and busy<br />in transit on Saturday and Sunday. Let's see if Froopert<br />will have anything to say to us in the interim...<br /><br />Frooples<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-12810705174920142452009-02-07T18:44:00.000-08:002009-02-07T18:48:29.513-08:00Froopert, the depressed...<span style="color:#ff6666;">I am thoroughly depressed at not being successful on my fishing expedition. I want to just cover my head in shame.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkdMxpBzlF7NJoRI9vhJUgM3GviFN8hBF-duVIpoiOvQp1WCsYloWYZAeyBP3SnaQgjNOieythuj0RL0MTGuXJlq3R65W4sPw-ItxwEfBeyxuK6J_7oo94U4AdxyRmOOCfED2e3rY3Ko/s1600-h/DSC00166.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300252790509821426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkdMxpBzlF7NJoRI9vhJUgM3GviFN8hBF-duVIpoiOvQp1WCsYloWYZAeyBP3SnaQgjNOieythuj0RL0MTGuXJlq3R65W4sPw-ItxwEfBeyxuK6J_7oo94U4AdxyRmOOCfED2e3rY3Ko/s320/DSC00166.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cD1eWDJjp6PWsnNg1rNi3zk_LXbWH_vmT1IRanL13kh3Mi4wHmkD_zlfnZdhqNlZP0xjfc3zoinnUb0feA5-vamL38mT1HuzgbYBzd6UfhyphenhyphenyUKatVqeYSK8CFyu5lRlH77sMJ6NwCcw/s1600-h/DSC00166.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-68351538559196062762009-02-06T00:45:00.001-08:002009-02-06T02:10:01.930-08:00Stumblin' down the memory trail.<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">A few days ago, we all ambled down the memory lane of animal bites.<br />If you feel like re-ambling, do it <a href="http://stalkingu.blogspot.com/2009/01/stumblin-down-memory-trail.html">here</a>.<br />I was so pleased to see that many of our cherished readers, opened up and<br />told us a little bit about their past.<br />It was very heartwarming, to be sure.<br /><br />Today I want to reminisce about burns.<br />I don't really have a good burn story, so I will have to reminisce about your burn story.<br /><br />So, please regale us with your past experiences!<br />Photographic accompaniment will be most welcome!<br /><br />Frooples<br /></span>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-41805146225432585762009-02-03T17:31:00.000-08:002009-02-03T17:35:07.438-08:00Important AnouncementOn behalf of Earl the Whittler, I hereby announce that due to the severity and degree of difficulty which Earl encountered while preparing a set of mastication devices for a certain "Ratnesh's Mother", he will not be able to fill any orders until further notice.<br /><br />Please be advised that we will update you as soon as Earl has informed us that he has resumed taking and filling orders.<br /><br />Thank you in advance for your continued support and consideration.<br /><br />FroopertFrooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-77349511467158575312009-02-03T16:58:00.000-08:002009-02-03T17:22:59.357-08:00I cannot Fish :-(<span style="color:#ff6666;">This is Froopert. I hope you all did not miss me too much. I went to Tobago to peruse a job opportunity. I am sure that Frooples has already enlightened you on this. It seems however, that I am not fisherman material. Sadly, I was not accepted by the smelly, stink, missing teeth old men who made up the team. I was told that my fishing , crabbing and pacro-picking skills were not up to par and I would not be considered for the position. They did promise however, to keep my application on file in case there are any other openings in the next six months.<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"><p align="center"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3328/3248986960_7e0fc6abbb.jpg?v=0"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3328/3248986960_7e0fc6abbb.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a></p></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">It seems I am still unemployed. I did learn valuable skills that will surely benefit me in my life as a whole so don't feel too sorry for me. I learnt how to light a fire with two stones, even if they are wet, how to turn my own urine into drinking water and how to show a woman in a very disrespectful manner, that you think she has a sweet arse. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">So, ladies and gents, I have returned. Please feel free to greet me in disrespectful ways since I am now equipped to respond in a like manner.</span>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-47432605445801087152009-02-01T03:14:00.001-08:002009-02-01T10:17:57.647-08:00VAGUE Magazine!<p><a href="http://www.magmypic.com/"><img src="http://b1.magmypic.com/usermags/a/a8/b58bb1ac2e8fac73ade8dba93b83d_2401.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Create <a href="http://www.magmypic.com/">Fake Magazine Covers</a> with your own picture at <a href="http://www.magmypic.com/">MagMyPic.com</a></p><p><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">This is me on VAGUE magazine.<br /></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I really enjoy this type of thing, maybe because I'm shallow and brainless.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">When Froopert comes back from her fisherman course, I'll ask her to make one of herself.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I hope you all had a great weekend and are well rested for work tomorrow.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">(It's 8:15pm here, that's why I'm talking as if the weekend is over - because, for us, it IS!)</span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Taa.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Frooples<br /></span></p><p><a href="http://www.magmypic.com/"><br /></a></p><br /><a border="0" href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3d3dy5naWd5YS5jb2*vd2lsZGZpcmUvd2Zwb3AuYXNweD9tb2R1bGU9ZW1haWwmdXJsPWh*dHAlM*ElMkYlMkZ3d3clMkVtYWdteXBpYyUyRWNvbSUyRnBvc3Q=" target="_blank"><img src="http://cdn.gigya.com/wildfire/i/includeShareButton.gif" width="60" border="0" height="20" /></a><img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzMzQ4NjgxNDU5NiZwdD*xMjMzNDg2ODcxMjM4JnA9NTQ3ODEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPTU1OTVjOTNkMWFiNzQ1YmY5ZjAyNjA2M2FmMzdjYTMw.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" />Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-42210296864876446552009-01-31T03:36:00.000-08:002009-01-31T04:07:16.905-08:00Look Ma, I drew this!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWlWwq5uTFIJiiGRlOmQ7SkJjwVkZezzuu1DjitsYhTARfl20q00zN88LrPB2bINM-56OnGuvT2fh-hVF0tMl9CUmyjvjJYyo9oTIKn3QdxT2HGwIMWvDAM3j7aDLZxJCGzRE9LSh1TsM/s1600-h/x+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWlWwq5uTFIJiiGRlOmQ7SkJjwVkZezzuu1DjitsYhTARfl20q00zN88LrPB2bINM-56OnGuvT2fh-hVF0tMl9CUmyjvjJYyo9oTIKn3QdxT2HGwIMWvDAM3j7aDLZxJCGzRE9LSh1TsM/s200/x+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297421434556195954" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Sometimes, I am hit with the creative bug.<br />Unfortunately for me, my bug is a bit on the retarded side, so my creative output is never<br />as gorgeous as I would like. Since I only have half a brain, I must needs make do with what I have - I lost myself in that sentence there...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcl5Yj0I2L5N9q2pw23FIGTPXfsYO4ts0ut9kzrDM5-zrzVNeuvx7wQUyRZXJGbR4xioFmR0ZqcDhjjXcIKb6UqV0yqZx6TWyh-hhxiyQuHBD3ZekALsM4ogw45_A9to_Kq-tTIWl7_Bs/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcl5Yj0I2L5N9q2pw23FIGTPXfsYO4ts0ut9kzrDM5-zrzVNeuvx7wQUyRZXJGbR4xioFmR0ZqcDhjjXcIKb6UqV0yqZx6TWyh-hhxiyQuHBD3ZekALsM4ogw45_A9to_Kq-tTIWl7_Bs/s200/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297421425465261170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />So I pick up my pencil, pen, ruler, coloured pencils (lame, I know) and attack my poor page.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0jvgiKt-HceUgHVLhNL1WRVWmC3tL49ey6or-qE2azIqPuuSCbISpf1N6mUblIpoFU1KUSlNICXRf1qm7MHdpuaiGfDs0jPLC6GvSgCxyMGobjTUW4G1dJ8GFkcX0j6DgBW6kN3ZU4Y/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0jvgiKt-HceUgHVLhNL1WRVWmC3tL49ey6or-qE2azIqPuuSCbISpf1N6mUblIpoFU1KUSlNICXRf1qm7MHdpuaiGfDs0jPLC6GvSgCxyMGobjTUW4G1dJ8GFkcX0j6DgBW6kN3ZU4Y/s200/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297421427911925842" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">This one and the one before, I plan on using as the back/front side of a Moo calling card.<br /><br />I have more of my 'creations' <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kadhine/sets/72157612110036964/">here</a><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kadhine/sets/72157612110036964/"></a></span>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-85761176690264059572009-01-28T10:23:00.000-08:002009-02-07T18:44:12.057-08:00Snakes with ears<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju1B_Sem79EcC8txt_GHJomdArHeuyLGiApD5oluLwxUs3B9WTIobcGAfGEgnylu4pEq1vjgynLwE7T1nkdcHG1G5TQjawWh-ATyLWF4MlrR6tI4PjAGJVTsH-dPK2oBazagBRRuNgRAQ/s1600-h/The+British+Museum+%2844%29.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296412363568192354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju1B_Sem79EcC8txt_GHJomdArHeuyLGiApD5oluLwxUs3B9WTIobcGAfGEgnylu4pEq1vjgynLwE7T1nkdcHG1G5TQjawWh-ATyLWF4MlrR6tI4PjAGJVTsH-dPK2oBazagBRRuNgRAQ/s200/The+British+Museum+%2844%29.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">Alas and alack.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">I miss my Froopert :(</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">I'm getting like the Count!</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">I wonder how her fisherman training is going? </span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">Anyhow, on to more serious matters.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">Look at this picture. Did the ancient Egyptians really have snakes with ears? Bunny ears at that? Wow. They must be extinct, surely. Or National Geographic - a favorite of Ratnesh's mother, would surely have had a documentary on it.</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">I went to the British Museum last autumn and viewed a few artifacts... This caught my eye, being a lover of nature and animals and all that good stuff. I wonder what happened to the bunny eared snakes...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcvWminmr8TeWOUfvslzzwRtV9OU0xaZfgIqdHnZEhBhojs4SEmD7wSkEZ6ofO8fT7o1f3x2odtVPGOHpf3G7FhqYpydMx5Ky6F4pcAg-SstifTs43X6Ra9C6p9tfkXKuzd6WAeS3oci0/s1600-h/The+British+Museum+%2841%29.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296412362714662818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcvWminmr8TeWOUfvslzzwRtV9OU0xaZfgIqdHnZEhBhojs4SEmD7wSkEZ6ofO8fT7o1f3x2odtVPGOHpf3G7FhqYpydMx5Ky6F4pcAg-SstifTs43X6Ra9C6p9tfkXKuzd6WAeS3oci0/s200/The+British+Museum+%2841%29.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">In this picture, you can see under the real rabbit's paws, an ancient Egyptian tv antenna. Very interesting indeed.<br /><br />We are always being fooled by our own feelings of superiority to the ancient civilisations and then end up realising we are not all that great.<br />This is another example - These people had TVs so many thousands of years ago.<br /><br />I dearly love museums and as you can see - I always come out smarter than when I went in!<br />:D<br /><br />Frooples.<br /></span>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-45259799741430647952009-01-27T03:50:00.001-08:002009-01-27T04:41:55.610-08:00A Coffin Shop Stalker?<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">So Froopert left Trinidad this morning to go to Tobago - the idyllic sister isle.<br />She will be there for one week, learning to be a fisherman. She will be specialising in catching crabs and pacro.<br />You can view a pacro <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz8eZ54P2xP3-3L9AUyETEdNp6-7WNugQU9Q9hQMSDqAQ_8H8FQs9IiGLHJ4hRxewgqwh-GFA_47fTu1WMgHXA5xI8eb-Uvg8Me97dN4h-tVwPthpZNM-dlJoikRCGo6-JfsSSLK5LQ2SR/s1600-h/DSC03273.jpg">here</a> on Froopert's less insane blog.<br />I also have a small video of one being pried loose from it's rock.<br /><br /></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyAZUPakjgUTrNI3HwgS6Pi04qN0ID244e1Y-lZcaBkXES2Dtc5TMQ6lAmVXgOVHHt9O6HENslC5fuqtcNpuw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />Because I will not be able to chat as usual with Froopert while she's fishing, I stayed up until 2:30am talking and laughing with her and our other good friend, Abi.<br />I am 6 hours ahead of Froopert, and even more hrs ahead of Abi in Costa Rica, so they started to tease me that I was the only awake person in Bucharest.<br /><br />I was dubbed the 'Coffin shop Stalker' by Abi, because she remembered said I live opposite coffin maker's shop...<br />I'm trying hard to be offended, but somehow I find that's kinda cool...<br /><br />*sigh*<br /></span>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-65015718130916133552009-01-24T23:36:00.000-08:002009-01-25T06:36:48.376-08:00Stumblin' down the memory trail<span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">Froopert and I have been wanting to go down that memory lane with our readers. We wanted to talk about some special memory, that was close to our heart.<br />However, after a few minutes of racking our brains, we came up empty (that should not surprise you by now).<br /><br />So I decided to talk about animal bites.<br /><br />Lets go down the memory lane of animal bites.<br /><br />I will go first.<br /><br />When I was about 11 yrs old and Froopert was a devilish 4yrs old, we stayed in a beach house, in Mayaro - for those of you who know Trinidad.<br /><br />One early morning, we all (parents and cousins etc) went to see what the fishermmen pulled up and we were given some smallish, but still very appreciated cutlassfish.<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cutlassfish">(Look at it here!)</a><br />(The women of the party fried them).<br /><br />Anyhow, Froopert took up a fish that was still alive and flung it at me for no reason (naturally) and the thing bit me!!!!! I still have the scar. :(<br /><br />That was the only time I was ever bitten by an animal. Yet.<br />and I have the lovely Froopert to thank for it...<br /><br />So, let's hear your stories!!!<br /><br /><br /></span>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-36909123321629170242009-01-23T00:03:00.000-08:002009-01-23T00:50:36.605-08:00Goodness gracious me, what is THAT?<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Two days ago I went to a new outlet mall recently opened in the outskirts of Bucharest.<br />It's on the road leading to Pitesti, in case you want to go later.<br /><br />I can't remember the name of the place, but it was cool. Most of the stores weren't opened yet and the food court also wasn't ready. But that's cool. Oh, and all the service people were surly and not in the least bit helpful. That wasn't cool.<br /><br />I didn't know I was still capable of saying "cool" so many times in the space of 2.5 minutes. I'm well past my teenage years... This is strange...<br /><br />Anyhoooo, on the way back home, we (Costel and I, Costel being my driver) spotted this specimen of engineering technology.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOkOoBNyB4Cz-OadH2N19f1_vzp2ucr9j1d2Xcd_iuZjNpoMGFpkGcEK2l2vlRXqUEnrAyGhrQ2eU20eFWG_qyRuQ4fj2Ttulh-YYCbBIsfViSNDQDJDNroLyLvZFtk9Qf_cCNQTnTDk/s1600-h/IMG_5424.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOkOoBNyB4Cz-OadH2N19f1_vzp2ucr9j1d2Xcd_iuZjNpoMGFpkGcEK2l2vlRXqUEnrAyGhrQ2eU20eFWG_qyRuQ4fj2Ttulh-YYCbBIsfViSNDQDJDNroLyLvZFtk9Qf_cCNQTnTDk/s200/IMG_5424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294406725318711282" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I have no idea what category it falls under - bicycle, moped, car<br />truck....<br />It looked like something the driver made in his shop at home.<br />There were welded edges and the paint looked like it was<br />applied with a brush. Still, it got the man to where he wanted to go (I assume).<br />So, who am I to laugh? (snigger)<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8BXhEM_ZYFi3dXiHrOiTnFj0FgoRjlujLzo8T2kQbuOjI1UE7pt-jgTJi7MsSFlLMu7Wp-tJwByl3JIqswZp55NSewKxp3iD0k0-MDBpbqiHldjt13fkFUeBZRkbtFDJiEgROwZ8q50/s1600-h/IMG_5422.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8BXhEM_ZYFi3dXiHrOiTnFj0FgoRjlujLzo8T2kQbuOjI1UE7pt-jgTJi7MsSFlLMu7Wp-tJwByl3JIqswZp55NSewKxp3iD0k0-MDBpbqiHldjt13fkFUeBZRkbtFDJiEgROwZ8q50/s200/IMG_5422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294406719622376370" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Here he is, changing lanes - such workmanship, an engineering marvel to be sure.<br />The next time you are unhappy with the form of vehicular transport you may own,<br />think of this guy and be ashamed, cause he made this and you paid somebody for that piece of crap u have parked outside.<br /><br />LOL.<br /><br />With lots of love,<br />Froopert.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br /></span>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-87511542529473563572009-01-21T15:22:00.000-08:002009-01-21T16:06:52.410-08:00Careful with Turds- A song by Froopert<span style="color:#ff6666;">In the spirit of product- One of the many things that Froop squared holds very dear to our hearts, I have compiled a song in honour of this subject. Surely you will understand what product is by the end of my song. Please note this song is simply a new and improved version of Aly & AJ's "Careful with Words" which is in itself and excellent song. Please view the original </span><a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/careful-with-words-lyrics-aly-aj.html"><span style="color:#ffff33;">lyrics here</span></a><span style="color:#ff6666;"> and </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kp9tGV3qL4"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#ffff33;">listen to the song</span> </span></a><span style="color:#ff6666;">so you'll be able to sing along with my new and improved version which I know you'll want to do because it's just so catchy and it is a most pressing matter that affects us all at one point in our lives (or more for some of us). </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Nature’s calling on your cell<br />Your stomach starts to ail<br />Why don’t you get some paper?<br />You’re giving me no details<br />What’s wrong, are you vex?<br />Or just need to get to the bathroom fast?<br />You gotta be careful with your turds<br /><br />You’re all over me, defecating<br />I need to breathe, please stop farting<br />Your poor stomach won’t stop rumbling<br />But you need to be careful with turds<br />Careful, careful<br /><br />Your by-product by my door<br />It’s so hard to ignore<br />The smell of matter, fecal<br />I feel so sorry for you, with your flatulation<br />And for that reason, you are so alone. :(<br />You gotta be careful with your turds!<br /><br />You’re all over me, defecating<br />I need to breathe, please stop farting<br />Your poor stomach won’t stop rumbling<br />But you need to be careful with turds<br />Careful, careful<br /><br />First when you farted you, got no attention you<br />Really were desperate to go…<br />Then from your face I see<br />It was much more than a pee<br />You looked like you wanted to exploooode<br /><br />None of your turds have since dispersed<br />It seems as if they’re in reverse<br />Suddenly you needed fibre<br />Only a matter of time before you<br />Get out what’s stuck inside of you<br />I told you you’d feel better soon, didn’t I?<br /><br />You’re all over me, defecating<br />I need to breathe, please stop farting<br />Your poor stomach won’t stop rumbling<br />But you need to be careful with turds</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Careful, careful</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">You’re all over me, defecating</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">I need to breathe, please stop farting</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Your poor stomach won’t stop rumbling</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">You stayed there so long you got out all the turds...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6666;">The end</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Froopert</span> </div>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-67117354244122564242009-01-21T09:46:00.000-08:002009-01-21T11:03:18.590-08:00Pwned by the sun<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-family: georgia;">So I've been having fun on YouTube and making some videos.<br />Yessiree Bawb.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I made a lovely (tooting my own horn here - "toot" is a hideous word, ent?) video of the sunrise a couple days ago and got some positive responses.<br /><br />This video I added is not the 'lovely' one, this is a second, slightly less lovely one - but I deleted the lovely one from my laptop after saving it on a dvd that I promptly lost. So, we'll all have to settle for less today I'm afraid.<br />If you want to see the lovely one, you can look to the right - It's labelled "Sunrise - Ravi Shankar"<br /></span></span></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxnbl-D5ENdT-RcPC4OTcXbgetTfKcHZURw8Suq53DZuH8bdiN73tTjD2dP-4PL8MtXZuKCjTvrIJYq42gNFA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">So of course my head got all swollen with the praise (self and otherwise) and I decided I will make a series of sunrise videos, and if I can manage it, some sunsets too. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Now, as ye olde seasons having been changing from winter to spring, I've been having a terrible time trying to get out of bed and begin life everyday. But last night I said I was going to make me a sunrise video and I valiantly battled myself and I won!<br /><br />I woke up, actually got out of the bed and got dressed. With camera and tripod in hand, I walked to the balcony door.<br /><br />Lo! and behold, when I open my sleeping eyes, to my utter dismay, all I see is fog.<br />And the fog lasted <span style="font-weight: bold;">ALL ...DAY... LONG.<br /><br />Froo...ples.<br /></span></span>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-35279112939879456212009-01-20T14:52:00.000-08:002009-01-22T18:31:45.033-08:00Froopert's Synonym Fiesta<span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Many years ago, Frooples and I decided to make a list of all the words for "Butt" since there was a radio DJ whose last name was "Butts". The plan was to call him and read a list of what his last name could have been. </span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Thus, welcome to my first installment of "Froopert's Synonym Fiesta" where I will type synonyms for a certain word and of course, you may add to my list. This is of vital importance as it will no doubt be useful in for future generations.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Today's word: "Butt"</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Bottom</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Bumper</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Backside</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Tuchus</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Derriere</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Romp</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Bamsie (Trini)</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Bumsie (Trini)</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Bam Bam (Trini)</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Bum Bum (Trini)</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Arse</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">A$$</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Rear</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Rear End</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Tail</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Hind</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Hindquarters</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">Shank</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Behind- Submitted by Earl<br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">o-shiri (Japanese)<br />bum (British, I think?)<br />soft-serve ice cream dispenser? (How about that? my invention:P)<br />pelvis/seat cushion? (provided that you have a rounded but and not a FLAT one)<br />exit? (I'm racking my brains here)<br />The bottom of the bottomless pit (somehow I feel I'm talking about the wrong area.)<br /><br />I'll stop.<br />Frooples<br /></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">I can't think of anymore. Help me out Ratnesh, you look like you know a lot of words for A$$ seeing as you are one.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"></span>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246984733594268414.post-73954073993452235742009-01-20T10:03:00.000-08:002009-01-20T14:25:43.966-08:00More reading material<span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">While moseying around the intertubes, I discovered a great blog<br /><a href="http://presentsimple.blogspot.com/">http://presentsimple.blogspot.com/</a><br />I've been having a great time reading this blog interspersed with loads of laughs.<br />Check her out!<br /><br />Frooples.<br /></span>Frooples & Frooperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12290013892003682742noreply@blogger.com0