<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756</id><updated>2012-02-07T09:05:13.953+01:00</updated><category term='people'/><category term='work'/><category term='teaching'/><title type='text'>and the wise will shine like the stars</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-4744123634796156235</id><published>2011-03-22T16:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T16:15:18.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neodporúčam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;V novej sekcii môjho blogu vám budem neodporúčať miesta a produkty.&lt;br /&gt;Prvým takýmto miestom je "najväčší antikvariát na Slovensku" Europik v Leopoldove. Privítanie a správanie pána majiteľa nebolo najvhodnejšie, neocenili sme ani jeho nevhodné vtipy a hlavne, z množstva kníh, cez ktoré sme brodili by si vybral snáď len milovník marxistickej a leninistickej literatúry alebo Angeliky.&lt;br /&gt;Myslím, že už tam nepôjdem a ani tam nikoho nezoberiem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6WvoJJSikQo/TYi7dhVaAJI/AAAAAAAAMfY/1BdUDnr8jT4/s1600/IMAG1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6WvoJJSikQo/TYi7dhVaAJI/AAAAAAAAMfY/1BdUDnr8jT4/s400/IMAG1158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586921453591855250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-4744123634796156235?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/4744123634796156235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=4744123634796156235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4744123634796156235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4744123634796156235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2011/03/neodporucam.html' title='Neodporúčam'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6WvoJJSikQo/TYi7dhVaAJI/AAAAAAAAMfY/1BdUDnr8jT4/s72-c/IMAG1158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-4054613962561132296</id><published>2011-01-24T09:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:28:10.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ževraj len tak z brucha (by Lenka)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TT03_lrM1NI/AAAAAAAAMfA/TJyBdBOe6fw/s1600/lenka%2Bart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TT03_lrM1NI/AAAAAAAAMfA/TJyBdBOe6fw/s400/lenka%2Bart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565666280084395218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-4054613962561132296?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/4054613962561132296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=4054613962561132296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4054613962561132296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4054613962561132296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2011/01/zevraj-len-tak-z-brucha-by-lenka.html' title='Ževraj len tak z brucha (by Lenka)'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TT03_lrM1NI/AAAAAAAAMfA/TJyBdBOe6fw/s72-c/lenka%2Bart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-6075129023758431067</id><published>2011-01-23T22:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:26:06.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pekné, že? 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Created by Kris and Oksana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TRsbgKWShsI/AAAAAAAAMdA/8ieyDl5ZqKc/s1600/IMAG0834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TRsbgKWShsI/AAAAAAAAMdA/8ieyDl5ZqKc/s400/IMAG0834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556064804639246018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-3362904562615063259?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/3362904562615063259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=3362904562615063259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/3362904562615063259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/3362904562615063259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2010/12/gift.html' title='A gift'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TRsbgKWShsI/AAAAAAAAMdA/8ieyDl5ZqKc/s72-c/IMAG0834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-85286639982543624</id><published>2010-12-20T18:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:03:30.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The best family portrait ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TQ-aPsxBBuI/AAAAAAAAMbY/xBsgyVFMa8g/s1600/IMG_5465ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TQ-aPsxBBuI/AAAAAAAAMbY/xBsgyVFMa8g/s400/IMG_5465ch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552826460076574434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-85286639982543624?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/85286639982543624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=85286639982543624&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/85286639982543624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/85286639982543624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-family-portrait-ever.html' title='The best family portrait ever!'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TQ-aPsxBBuI/AAAAAAAAMbY/xBsgyVFMa8g/s72-c/IMG_5465ch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-5399394931004423547</id><published>2010-05-05T13:07:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:04:38.567+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was 17 when I was making decisions about what college I wanted to go to. I applied to Trnavská Univerzita where I wanted to study psychology. A few days after I took the test I found out they didn't accept me. I cannot even tell you how thankful I am for that these days. Every time I have to study psychology I go crazy. It's interesting for about 30 minutes and then I get bored with it. It is interesting to read about Piaget's and Vygotsky's cognitive development theory but it stops being interesting when I have to memorize 35 pages of text about all this.  Anyway, just saying I don't enjoy psychology anymore so much. I'm glad English and philosophy are my majors and that I study something I can actually do something with in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S-FUwvayxeI/AAAAAAAAMao/uj-pcn6kYkw/s1600/psychology-joke-pavlov.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S-FUwvayxeI/AAAAAAAAMao/uj-pcn6kYkw/s320/psychology-joke-pavlov.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467744618943792610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-5399394931004423547?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/5399394931004423547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=5399394931004423547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5399394931004423547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5399394931004423547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-17-when-i-was-making-decisions.html' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S-FUwvayxeI/AAAAAAAAMao/uj-pcn6kYkw/s72-c/psychology-joke-pavlov.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-6194388859186075209</id><published>2010-01-24T14:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:16:46.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I  must confess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S1xUM6E3GaI/AAAAAAAAMZI/e4804UxHooA/s1600-h/wasabi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S1xUM6E3GaI/AAAAAAAAMZI/e4804UxHooA/s200/wasabi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430307831426783650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sushi is addicting. Not only sushi but the whole atmosphere of Wasabi Sushi Bar here in Trnava. The place is usually not crowded, the food is ready pretty fast. If you ever decide to go to Wasabi I highly recommend their broccoli soup with smoked salmon, parmesan cheese and croutons. Doesn't sound too Asian to me but it is the most delicious soup I have ever had. I like to get a few pieces of maki after the soup. Maki is also very taste at this place. I urge you, friends, to go there as often as your wallet allows so we keep Wasabi alive.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S1xUWHzVOHI/AAAAAAAAMZQ/yp5EgRD2Pcs/s1600-h/Photo-0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S1xUWHzVOHI/AAAAAAAAMZQ/yp5EgRD2Pcs/s200/Photo-0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430307989730179186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-6194388859186075209?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/6194388859186075209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=6194388859186075209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6194388859186075209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6194388859186075209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-must-confess.html' title='I  must confess'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S1xUM6E3GaI/AAAAAAAAMZI/e4804UxHooA/s72-c/wasabi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-3770355907793945907</id><published>2010-01-16T14:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:30:01.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I really want a print of this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S1G-13NAfFI/AAAAAAAAMZA/-xi6sbiKJiw/s1600-h/the-tree-of-life_stoclet-frieze_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S1G-13NAfFI/AAAAAAAAMZA/-xi6sbiKJiw/s400/the-tree-of-life_stoclet-frieze_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427328858519010386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gustav Klimt, The Tree of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-3770355907793945907?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/3770355907793945907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=3770355907793945907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/3770355907793945907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/3770355907793945907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-really-want-print-of-this.html' title='I really want a print of this'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S1G-13NAfFI/AAAAAAAAMZA/-xi6sbiKJiw/s72-c/the-tree-of-life_stoclet-frieze_21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-5206196307304209221</id><published>2010-01-06T19:50:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:58:29.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I personally believe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S0Tc9Bm46WI/AAAAAAAAMYg/W8_8GIf5ZY4/s1600-h/salka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S0Tc9Bm46WI/AAAAAAAAMYg/W8_8GIf5ZY4/s200/salka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423702792222599522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S0Tc4fNBm8I/AAAAAAAAMYY/2vSGV2Ac1kE/s1600-h/gilmore_girls_season_7_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S0Tc4fNBm8I/AAAAAAAAMYY/2vSGV2Ac1kE/s200/gilmore_girls_season_7_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423702714267835330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..that Gilmore Girls and coffee go together like meat loaf and mashed potatoes. It's the perfect match for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S0TcgZtTF0I/AAAAAAAAMYQ/Uermggygm2A/s1600-h/salka.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-5206196307304209221?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/5206196307304209221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=5206196307304209221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5206196307304209221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5206196307304209221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-personally-believe.html' title='I personally believe..'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/S0Tc9Bm46WI/AAAAAAAAMYg/W8_8GIf5ZY4/s72-c/salka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-4000826469794475578</id><published>2009-09-11T01:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:54:24.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.” - Samuel Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SqmQjwwKrOI/AAAAAAAAMVw/RqF-ZA3O7_c/s1600-h/IMG_0489ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SqmQjwwKrOI/AAAAAAAAMVw/RqF-ZA3O7_c/s400/IMG_0489ch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379990173927517410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-4000826469794475578?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/4000826469794475578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=4000826469794475578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4000826469794475578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4000826469794475578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2009/09/use-of-traveling-is-to-regulate.html' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SqmQjwwKrOI/AAAAAAAAMVw/RqF-ZA3O7_c/s72-c/IMG_0489ch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-8156201049646878056</id><published>2009-08-12T01:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:32:41.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun/Interesting Fact (The Effect of Osmosis on Your Skin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SoH9y1rc52I/AAAAAAAAMIE/07_8M62fDHs/s1600-h/IMG_9233ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SoH9y1rc52I/AAAAAAAAMIE/07_8M62fDHs/s200/IMG_9233ch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368851280646956898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know how your hands and feet get all wrinkled after a long, soaking shower or the swimming pool? Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Your body contains water, of course, but it also contains solutes, so the water in your body is less concentrated than the water of your shower or the pool-(pure freshwater has the highest concentration of water possible). Water diffuses from a region of high concentration - that is your shower or pool - to a region of lower concentration, such as your body. The "shriveled" look of your fingers and toes actually results from being waterlogged. The extra water entering the outer layers of your skin causes them to swell in some places but not others, causing wrinkles."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(from Human Biology, Concepts and Current Issues, Michael D. Johnson)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-8156201049646878056?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/8156201049646878056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=8156201049646878056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8156201049646878056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8156201049646878056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2009/08/funinteresting-fact-effect-of-osmosis.html' title='Fun/Interesting Fact (The Effect of Osmosis on Your Skin)'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SoH9y1rc52I/AAAAAAAAMIE/07_8M62fDHs/s72-c/IMG_9233ch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-8477487768413654386</id><published>2009-08-10T02:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:57:11.241+02:00</updated><title type='text'>From today's reading:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But without the painstaking work of establishing a changed worldview, people's  commitment to Christianity will be only as deep as their commitment to any other helpful "product"."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To become a Christian is not to get help for your agenda, but to take on a whole new agenda - the will of God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Preaching Morality in an Amoral Age, Tim Keller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-8477487768413654386?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/8477487768413654386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=8477487768413654386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8477487768413654386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8477487768413654386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-todays-reading.html' title='From today&apos;s reading:'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-2212885061259051371</id><published>2009-08-10T01:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:08:36.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sn9k8a9R6nI/AAAAAAAAMH8/XI6_eZ1xQPQ/s1600-h/EoH0vW2w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sn9k8a9R6nI/AAAAAAAAMH8/XI6_eZ1xQPQ/s200/EoH0vW2w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368120270040197746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have the opportunity to go see Bodies: The Exhibition while I'm in Atlanta. You know I am fascinated by the way God created the human body and I've always wanted to look "inside". The Bodies exhibition would be a good opportunity for me to see parts of the body that I will never be able to see up close. They will be real body parts too. And that makes me wonder if it's really the best way for me to learn. I understand that there have been a lot of discussions about where the bodies really come from and how come these are for the most part healthy bodies. Some say they are prosecuted and executed Christians or prisoners. Why are all of them Chinese? Does anyone really know where these bodies come from? Is there something morally wrong with this whole exhibition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-2212885061259051371?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2212885061259051371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=2212885061259051371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2212885061259051371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2212885061259051371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2009/08/bodies.html' title='Bodies'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sn9k8a9R6nI/AAAAAAAAMH8/XI6_eZ1xQPQ/s72-c/EoH0vW2w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-8264398196718528604</id><published>2009-08-09T00:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:56:06.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bought this book today. I've always thought the human body was just amazing. I've always wanted to learn more about it... not to mention that I've always wanted to be a doctor.  I'll let you know what I've learned.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sn4CTaAgFlI/AAAAAAAAMHs/BgKnZnRGE6Q/s1600-h/Hum_biol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sn4CTaAgFlI/AAAAAAAAMHs/BgKnZnRGE6Q/s320/Hum_biol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367730338294404690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-8264398196718528604?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/8264398196718528604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=8264398196718528604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8264398196718528604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8264398196718528604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-bought-this-book-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sn4CTaAgFlI/AAAAAAAAMHs/BgKnZnRGE6Q/s72-c/Hum_biol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-1307715430263942883</id><published>2009-07-06T23:30:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T04:01:07.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No great improvement in the lot of mankind is possible until a great change takes place in the fundamental constitution of their modes of thought." -John Stewart Mill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must agree with Jerram Barrs when he writes in &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.labri.org/england/resources/08042008/JB02_Christiian-and-Society.pdf"&gt;The Christian and Society&lt;/a&gt; about the dullness, apathy and self-fulfilment of our society and their impact on all parts of life. He notes that "we [Christians] have a tremendous responsibility before God to provide that challenge in the modes of thought of our culture- to be a challenge, to be a light and to provide an alternative". He is right. God calls us to be different. God calls us to bring flavor to this dull world and be the salt of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We are entering an era where a great dullness, so deep that no one can fathom it, is going to descend on us like a cloud."&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manning Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two different Christian's responsibilities in society that Barrs lists that stood out to me. The first one being - prayer for those in authority. I thought, of course we pray for the leaders of Slovakia. Almost every Sunday we pray that the leaders of the ruling parties, our prime minister and president would make wise decisions and lead our country the right way. But not very often do we pray that the Holy Spirit would powerfully work in their lives convicting them of their need of Jesus Christ as their Savior. It seems like we are too pessimistic to pray for their salvation. We see them as too wicked to be able to recognize that the "bad things" they do are an offense to the Holy God. The one who put them in their position in the first place. It is easier for each one of us to make bitter sarcastic comments about our leaders than to pray for them faithfully and ask the Lord to change their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;modes of thought. &lt;/span&gt;I personally gave up on some of our leaders a long time ago. I hope there are people out there who didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second - we must be prepared to honor and obey governments. I started watching the news more lately and I'm trying to keep myself better informed about things going on in Slovakia and everywhere else in the world. A lot of what the media chooses to communicate to us is political. Everybody is paying close attention to president Obama's every little step. Everybody talks about the injustice in Iran. We (Slovaks) discuss the corruption, lobbyism, extreme nationalism of some. I must confess that I am not ready to honor men like Mr. Slota, Fico or Harabin who seem to be breaking all possible rules and yet stay unpunished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said, I am a Christian and I am part of the society and it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my responsibility&lt;/span&gt; to pray for my leaders and to be prepared to honor and obey them. Everytime I watch the news these days my anger reminds me of how poorly I am doing. I am not taking my responsibilities seriously enough to make me act differently. And I think this is not just my personal problem. It is a problem of many Christians who just like me don't realize the seriousness of God's calling for our lives to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-1307715430263942883?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/1307715430263942883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=1307715430263942883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1307715430263942883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1307715430263942883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-responsibility.html' title='My Responsibility'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-8295778087473800067</id><published>2009-07-04T00:15:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:21:27.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil wars in Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crimesofwar.org/africa-mag/afr_04_collier.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sk6DvLJOw1I/AAAAAAAAMGM/-aLcU-WY1Sg/s200/collier_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354361853458694994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click on picture for an interesting article)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would like to read and learn more about civil wars in Africa. Does anyone know about any good books out there that deal with this topic and would be worth reading?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-8295778087473800067?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/8295778087473800067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=8295778087473800067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8295778087473800067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8295778087473800067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2009/07/civil-wars-in-africa.html' title='Civil wars in Africa'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sk6DvLJOw1I/AAAAAAAAMGM/-aLcU-WY1Sg/s72-c/collier_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-294885674443274862</id><published>2009-06-29T16:59:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:03:06.402+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SkkApZLL3CI/AAAAAAAAMF8/0wYJ27wuPmw/s1600-h/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SkkApZLL3CI/AAAAAAAAMF8/0wYJ27wuPmw/s320/michael-jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352810343238982690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Micheal Jackson died. (I honestly think they faked it and he's now enjoying life on a private island. But that's just my theory... or actually I bet there are more people who think this.) All we heard about him in the last few years was how terribly he looked and that his face was falling apart, how he was planning a come-back and then canceled most of his concerts, how he made his poor kids wear those obnoxious masks and how he held his baby hanging off a balcony... not to mention the accusations of so many kids who are now grown up and suddenly remember the not-so-fun-times with the King of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I'm just wondering why is everybody acting like he was their favorite singer and like he was the most wonderful man alive. I honestly don't think he was and it's sad that he died but I think people are taking it too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please don't give me more attention when I die than you gave me when I was alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-294885674443274862?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/294885674443274862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=294885674443274862&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/294885674443274862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/294885674443274862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering...'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SkkApZLL3CI/AAAAAAAAMF8/0wYJ27wuPmw/s72-c/michael-jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-6161297182183309934</id><published>2009-05-23T20:44:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:08:07.775+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y'all should come visit me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...because Austin is a great place and often when I go places and do things I wish more of my friends could enjoy it with me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/ShhHuZQs2rI/AAAAAAAALu8/DASbb_5WNtc/s1600-h/CIMG3017ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/ShhHuZQs2rI/AAAAAAAALu8/DASbb_5WNtc/s320/CIMG3017ch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339096220628212402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(*we went to the Zilker park this morning and rented canoes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The flight over here was very long and uneventful. I'm thankful I didn't have to travel alone and that everything went so well. Even the part I was most concerned about, going through immigration, went very well. I did have a huge grin on my face when I was officially let in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been getting to know my wonderful host family, the Rogans, this week, hang out with the Lundgaards and Greers, went to the office and tried to learn as much as possible about Austin. I had the privilege to drink wonderful coffee from the best baristas in the area. I got acquainted with the local squirels, turtles and deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/ShhISNXLrcI/AAAAAAAALvE/jWQcd_lk8lU/s1600-h/CIMG3044ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/ShhISNXLrcI/AAAAAAAALvE/jWQcd_lk8lU/s320/CIMG3044ch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339096835909463490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't done much work this week. I met a few wonderful people from the office though and I can't wait to start working with them and the youth. The priority this week was to get over jetlag and try to learn how to get around. I'm very thankful I have a car. I'll post pictures of it later... I think you'll laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If you have any questions about specific things here feel free to ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-6161297182183309934?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/6161297182183309934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=6161297182183309934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6161297182183309934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6161297182183309934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2009/05/yall-should-come-visit-me.html' title='Y&apos;all should come visit me...'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/ShhHuZQs2rI/AAAAAAAALu8/DASbb_5WNtc/s72-c/CIMG3017ch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-6978940493246464065</id><published>2009-05-10T17:37:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:32:18.164+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One week left</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sgb9iSYe3iI/AAAAAAAALtY/y-LNve4B44Q/s1600-h/IMG_7392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sgb9iSYe3iI/AAAAAAAALtY/y-LNve4B44Q/s320/IMG_7392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334229574158835234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One week before I leave for the US I sit in my room and think about shopping, checking my visa for the 765th time, looking at the letters from All Saints, trying to figure out what I'm forgetting, planning the last Intro ever, starting to say good-byes... It's a weird feeling. The same as it was last year. I can't wait for the moment when I get through the immigration office, they stamp my passport and tell me I'm free to stay in the US. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sgb2Vg7kSsI/AAAAAAAALtQ/azkAoV2wzss/s1600-h/IMG_7393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sgb2Vg7kSsI/AAAAAAAALtQ/azkAoV2wzss/s320/IMG_7393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334221658144393922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-6978940493246464065?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/6978940493246464065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=6978940493246464065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6978940493246464065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6978940493246464065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-week-left.html' title='One week left'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sgb9iSYe3iI/AAAAAAAALtY/y-LNve4B44Q/s72-c/IMG_7392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-1147577526920754853</id><published>2009-04-17T11:02:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:12:53.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a month away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SehGhbpHD-I/AAAAAAAALsI/n9mJXykP528/s1600-h/S_Congress_Ave_Austin_TX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SehGhbpHD-I/AAAAAAAALsI/n9mJXykP528/s400/S_Congress_Ave_Austin_TX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325584099535425506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe that I'll be in Austin, TX in a month!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be serving at &lt;a href="http://www.allsaintsaustin.org/main/content.php?pg=introduction"&gt;All Saints&lt;/a&gt;(click) for 3 months and then I'll make my way over to the Atlanta area.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-1147577526920754853?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/1147577526920754853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=1147577526920754853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1147577526920754853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1147577526920754853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2009/04/only-month-away.html' title='Only a month away'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SehGhbpHD-I/AAAAAAAALsI/n9mJXykP528/s72-c/S_Congress_Ave_Austin_TX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-4578861369112476251</id><published>2009-04-16T10:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:30:14.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sebr_wIbIDI/AAAAAAAALro/JFmOcyPfNQw/s1600-h/alias_cr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sebr_wIbIDI/AAAAAAAALro/JFmOcyPfNQw/s320/alias_cr2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325203089896710194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sebse7uc1eI/AAAAAAAALr4/L59VL1EYX10/s1600-h/Alias_Season_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sebse7uc1eI/AAAAAAAALr4/L59VL1EYX10/s400/Alias_Season_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325203625584940514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I almost forgot what a great show Alias is! I'm glad The boys, Kris and I get to watch it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-4578861369112476251?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/4578861369112476251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=4578861369112476251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4578861369112476251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4578861369112476251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-almost-forgot-what-great-show-alias.html' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/Sebr_wIbIDI/AAAAAAAALro/JFmOcyPfNQw/s72-c/alias_cr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-4174331905975156276</id><published>2009-01-08T20:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:05:34.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SWZcNEDpeaI/AAAAAAAALVY/0eqXdDrhBgE/s1600-h/lampa.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 73px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SWZcNEDpeaI/AAAAAAAALVY/0eqXdDrhBgE/s320/lampa.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289016191890323874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am SO glad that this show is coming back! Can't wait to see what Stefan and Juraj prepared for us. I know what I'm watching at 9:45pm tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-4174331905975156276?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/4174331905975156276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=4174331905975156276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4174331905975156276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4174331905975156276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2009/01/lampa.html' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SWZcNEDpeaI/AAAAAAAALVY/0eqXdDrhBgE/s72-c/lampa.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-2455277322033008844</id><published>2008-12-26T15:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:25:02.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My new guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SVTpAxd8teI/AAAAAAAALUk/-LGFI65RPKc/s1600-h/IMG_6660+touched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SVTpAxd8teI/AAAAAAAALUk/-LGFI65RPKc/s320/IMG_6660+touched.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284104462300657122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SVTpJjK3ddI/AAAAAAAALUs/t7RjR5aFEgA/s1600-h/IMG_6659+touched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SVTpJjK3ddI/AAAAAAAALUs/t7RjR5aFEgA/s320/IMG_6659+touched.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284104613081347538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-2455277322033008844?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2455277322033008844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=2455277322033008844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2455277322033008844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2455277322033008844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-guitar.html' title='My new guitar'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SVTpAxd8teI/AAAAAAAALUk/-LGFI65RPKc/s72-c/IMG_6660+touched.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-7208134809789302345</id><published>2008-12-26T13:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:59:43.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time, Movie time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have more time to watch movies than ever during Christmas break. Being a teacher at a private language school makes my holiday time nice and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;. I rented a few from iTunes and got one from babka. Let me share a bit about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dot the i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SVTU1tVC_SI/AAAAAAAALUU/JCLBZisIWtk/s1600-h/dottheiposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SVTU1tVC_SI/AAAAAAAALUU/JCLBZisIWtk/s200/dottheiposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284082281978461474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Young lovers in London are wrapped up in a love triangle that is not exactly what it seems. You think you know what's it about but then you find out you were totally wrong. You think you may know how it's going to end but in fact you have no idea. I liked this one a lot. Gael Garcia Bernal plays one of the main characters. He's oh so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SVTUvFu5owI/AAAAAAAALUM/RvJPn0GlnQ0/s1600-h/get-smart-one-sheet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SVTUvFu5owI/AAAAAAAALUM/RvJPn0GlnQ0/s200/get-smart-one-sheet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284082168270267138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a major disappointment for me. Wasn't this movie supposed to be funny?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horem Pádem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SVTU7FISm5I/AAAAAAAALUc/3JQCmpbY8H8/s1600-h/Horem+padem+pl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SVTU7FISm5I/AAAAAAAALUc/3JQCmpbY8H8/s200/Horem+padem+pl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284082374266755986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A comedy that will make you cry and a drama that will make you laugh." &lt;/span&gt;None of that happened for me. I'm not exactly sure what the comic part of the movie was supposed to be. Most of it was rather boring but the last 25 minutes of the movie made it not a total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-7208134809789302345?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/7208134809789302345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=7208134809789302345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7208134809789302345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7208134809789302345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time-movie-time.html' title='Christmas time, Movie time'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SVTU1tVC_SI/AAAAAAAALUU/JCLBZisIWtk/s72-c/dottheiposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-3219690192345556583</id><published>2008-12-21T20:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:00:23.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I partied with my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to my brother's prom kinda thingy with my mom on Friday. Our dad wasn't back from France yet and so I got to go instead of him. I was remembering my Stuzkova. I heard a lady, one of the kids' mother say that when she had this thing they weren't allowed to have any alcohol. They had to sneak in some wine if they wanted to drink during the thing and  most of them drank before anyone else got there. It was NOT allowed to have alcohol at Stuzkova. Mine wasn't as strict but we probably had more rules than students from other high schools have. We were allowed to have alcohol but it was still pretty formal and the program that we prepared to entertain the parents and teachers was funny but not inappropriate. My brother's Stuzkova was off the chain in some aspects. The kids could drink and they did, they were gone to get "fresh air" most of the time and part of the program was very inappopriate. It was hillarious but lets just say that Slovak TV would not show that skit before 10pm. Other than that everyone seemed to be having a blast and I'm glad I got to go. I got to buy new clothes at H&amp;amp;M and we won a set of CocaCola clothes in the raffle. Bummer daddy couldn't be there...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SU6e26WMVqI/AAAAAAAALTk/OWBkmk3PjmI/s1600-h/boris+a+ja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SU6e26WMVqI/AAAAAAAALTk/OWBkmk3PjmI/s320/boris+a+ja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282334079164634786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SU6f44OoVTI/AAAAAAAALTs/hoI_xAcpFII/s1600-h/trieda+touched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SU6f44OoVTI/AAAAAAAALTs/hoI_xAcpFII/s320/trieda+touched.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282335212467410226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-3219690192345556583?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/3219690192345556583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=3219690192345556583&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/3219690192345556583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/3219690192345556583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-partied-with-my-family.html' title='I partied with my family'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SU6e26WMVqI/AAAAAAAALTk/OWBkmk3PjmI/s72-c/boris+a+ja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-7566529102540341998</id><published>2008-12-09T15:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:18:04.439+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>I wonder who comes up with these rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/ST6IJhs384I/AAAAAAAALSo/S6FZ7VCm9GM/s1600-h/samsung+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/ST6IJhs384I/AAAAAAAALSo/S6FZ7VCm9GM/s320/samsung+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277805510571586434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This is the actual building of the Samsung factory where I teach English on Mondays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have two more weeks of teaching at Samsung left this semester. I generally enjoy teaching a LOT but teaching at Samsung is very different. The classes are a terrible mix of people on different levels of English, the classroom gets hot in about 5 minutes and there are no windows to let in some fresh air, the door has to be closed because there are people working right outside our classroom. Now that I complained about it not being so cool I'd like to tell you a little about the process of getting in and out of the factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, who knew that last week they'd decide to close the road that we always took?! We had to take the other road that we knew about. It's a dirt road. It was raining that day. I now believe that driving on mud is as uncool as drinving on snow/ice. But the time we got to the factory the car was real muddy. At least we weren't the only ones that were forced to drive on that "road". The parking lot was full of cars covered in mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a funny storie from last night though. To get inside the factory you need to go through security and you need a card that opens the door for you. If you have a computer with you you have to give them all information possible about it and only then you're allowed in. I was on my way out and I went through the metal detector, then I had to open my bag, a lady looked at it and I started walking towards where I return the card. The lady stopped me and said: "The jacket!" I looked at her and siad: "Um... what?" She said: "Unzip your jacket." So I did and she seemed happy and so I was free to go. I had no idea why she did that. My ride back to Trnava was late and so I stood close to the security zone and watched the guards and the people getting out of work. I saw about 120 people walk out that door being asked to unzip their jacket and every one of them made some kind of a comment like: "What are they thinking that I'm stealing and LCD panel and hiding it under my jacker? Retarted idiots, nothing that we make will fit inside our pockets. Stupid Koreans. I'm skinny, did they really need to check me too?" The best one though was: "I'm wondering how many people they pay to come up with these stupid rules!" I think I laughed out loud when I heard that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any nonsense rules that you had to/have to deal with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-7566529102540341998?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/7566529102540341998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=7566529102540341998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7566529102540341998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7566529102540341998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wonder-who-comes-up-with-these-rules.html' title='I wonder who comes up with these rules'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/ST6IJhs384I/AAAAAAAALSo/S6FZ7VCm9GM/s72-c/samsung+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-215679913132396445</id><published>2008-12-03T14:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:12:05.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Documentaries I recommend (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus Camp&lt;/span&gt; - makes you wonder about some evanjelical Christians&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/STaLyDzIFMI/AAAAAAAALR4/X1uwPmIjZlY/s1600-h/jesus_camp2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/STaLyDzIFMI/AAAAAAAALR4/X1uwPmIjZlY/s320/jesus_camp2_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275557705640580290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Magdalene Sisters&lt;/span&gt; - intereting way to correct "sinful" behavior&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/STaNfzKuoTI/AAAAAAAALSY/aBtxU7AJ-R8/s1600-h/magd+sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/STaNfzKuoTI/AAAAAAAALSY/aBtxU7AJ-R8/s320/magd+sisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275559590961783090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expelled: No intelligence allowed&lt;/span&gt; - Scientists get fired because of their "different" opinions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/STaNMYTu9LI/AAAAAAAALSI/IFNfebCLKkk/s1600-h/expelled-movieposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/STaNMYTu9LI/AAAAAAAALSI/IFNfebCLKkk/s320/expelled-movieposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275559257334281394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recomend that you watch these when you have time. I found them pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;And here's one of my favorite parts of Expelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cXz3aUqK48&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cXz3aUqK48&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-215679913132396445?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/215679913132396445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=215679913132396445&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/215679913132396445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/215679913132396445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/12/documentaries-i-recomend.html' title='Documentaries I recommend (part 1)'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/STaLyDzIFMI/AAAAAAAALR4/X1uwPmIjZlY/s72-c/jesus_camp2_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-3328082355516073923</id><published>2008-11-23T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:36:49.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SSlcbDzZgpI/AAAAAAAALRw/W42y32VcwxE/s1600-h/IMG_6103+coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SSlcbDzZgpI/AAAAAAAALRw/W42y32VcwxE/s400/IMG_6103+coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271846458760987282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-3328082355516073923?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/3328082355516073923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=3328082355516073923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/3328082355516073923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/3328082355516073923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SSlcbDzZgpI/AAAAAAAALRw/W42y32VcwxE/s72-c/IMG_6103+coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-7911472179038030425</id><published>2008-11-21T23:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:39:08.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How different...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...would my life be if I had a job that I didn't like. It's Friday night, after 11pm and I am exhausted. When I was in the US last summer we called this state of body and mind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spent&lt;/span&gt;. I am spent. I started working at about 2pm and stopped just a while ago. (Some people started even earlier than I did and finished later, that's how hard core we are sometimes...) I helped in the kitchen most of the time peeling, cutting, cooking, heating up and serving all sorts of good stuff. What's the worst about Fridays is that when we think it's all over and we're getting really tired and ready to go home... it's time for some major &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cleaning. &lt;/span&gt;I strongly dislike Friday night cleaning after an event at the Building. There are always people running into each other, fighting over the one good vacuum cleaner, people trying to get the kids to go home so that we can get the place ready for church... It's crazy and I don't enjoy it. Now despite this major misery I'm ready to do it all over again next week. I'm ready because I like my job a lot and I'm willing to do stuff that takes long and is hard because I know there's more to it than what I can see.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... I hope you like your jobs people because if not I can see how your lives might be miserable. PEACE OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-7911472179038030425?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/7911472179038030425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=7911472179038030425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7911472179038030425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7911472179038030425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-different.html' title='How different...'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-834061897742538201</id><published>2008-11-08T21:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:44:10.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Miška said I should...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... I am going to write something. It's not like I didn't want to write, I just can't find the right words lately. And the longer I sit here the more I feel like I shouldn't have started this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just going to share one picture of Kris with y'all because I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SRX5-uCTsdI/AAAAAAAALRQ/m7IhVaH_d_c/s1600-h/IMG_5847_cr+kris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SRX5-uCTsdI/AAAAAAAALRQ/m7IhVaH_d_c/s320/IMG_5847_cr+kris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266390195184579026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-834061897742538201?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/834061897742538201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=834061897742538201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/834061897742538201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/834061897742538201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-mika-said-i-should_08.html' title='Because Miška said I should...'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SRX5-uCTsdI/AAAAAAAALRQ/m7IhVaH_d_c/s72-c/IMG_5847_cr+kris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-7652733086107941672</id><published>2008-10-26T12:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:00:58.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>we are Your Choice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to a little team building event on Thursday with my language school colleagues. We went to Galaxy Bowling. About 12 people showed up and I only knew a few of them but by the end of the night I was acquaintened with all of them. I was fun and the dark beer was really good.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SQRbdMhzjJI/AAAAAAAAKCs/kTLv7K29Fb8/s1600-h/IMG_1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SQRbdMhzjJI/AAAAAAAAKCs/kTLv7K29Fb8/s320/IMG_1241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261430821812931730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S: the name of our language school is Your Choice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-7652733086107941672?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/7652733086107941672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=7652733086107941672&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7652733086107941672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7652733086107941672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-are-your-choice.html' title='we are Your Choice!'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SQRbdMhzjJI/AAAAAAAAKCs/kTLv7K29Fb8/s72-c/IMG_1241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-2598009099012301547</id><published>2008-10-23T22:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:09:52.595+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SQDkOpjlEXI/AAAAAAAAKCM/ISvfijilHZM/s1600-h/coffee_blur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SQDkOpjlEXI/AAAAAAAAKCM/ISvfijilHZM/s200/coffee_blur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260455305093124466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of you might know that I'm doing an experiment (because I love those so much) this week. I am not drinking coffee. I love coffee. I love how it tastes, I love how it looks (I'm especially fond of roasted beans), I love how it smells, I love how it feels when I hold it in a pretty mug in my hand. I had my last coffee on Sunday afternoon and since then I'm trying to keep my body off caffeine. No coffee and no Coke. Pretty much all I want to say here is that today is the first headache free day and that makes me feel a lot better about this experiment and I actually think I can really go without coffee for another 2 and a half days.&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking why I'm doing this I can only give two reasons. Last week when I drank coffee I got really sick a couple times. It just made my stomach hurt like crazy. And reason number two - I hate addictions. Even if it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; a coffee addiction... I wanted to see how bad it really was with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-2598009099012301547?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2598009099012301547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=2598009099012301547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2598009099012301547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2598009099012301547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-of-you-might-know-that-im-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SQDkOpjlEXI/AAAAAAAAKCM/ISvfijilHZM/s72-c/coffee_blur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-4060159261315006808</id><published>2008-10-22T18:25:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:07:19.085+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a few pictures from our visit to Levice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SP94eoWv17I/AAAAAAAAKBs/5aWK4BmLgq8/s1600-h/IMG_5822_cr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SP94eoWv17I/AAAAAAAAKBs/5aWK4BmLgq8/s320/IMG_5822_cr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260055357416265650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SP95xEXauuI/AAAAAAAAKCE/FK79iWZv2aw/s1600-h/IMG_5809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SP95xEXauuI/AAAAAAAAKCE/FK79iWZv2aw/s320/IMG_5809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260056773684542178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SP941xCUa-I/AAAAAAAAKB0/I6TkIgFq0R4/s1600-h/IMG_5796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SP941xCUa-I/AAAAAAAAKB0/I6TkIgFq0R4/s320/IMG_5796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260055754883492834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SP934DwWZ1I/AAAAAAAAKBk/e1CZtmDX__4/s1600-h/IMG_5826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SP934DwWZ1I/AAAAAAAAKBk/e1CZtmDX__4/s320/IMG_5826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260054694756509522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SP93glRyRzI/AAAAAAAAKBc/hx9SSLCPS-A/s1600-h/IMG_5824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SP93glRyRzI/AAAAAAAAKBc/hx9SSLCPS-A/s320/IMG_5824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260054291438257970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-4060159261315006808?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/4060159261315006808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=4060159261315006808&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4060159261315006808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4060159261315006808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-pictures-from-our-visit-to-levice.html' title='a few pictures from our visit to Levice'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SP94eoWv17I/AAAAAAAAKBs/5aWK4BmLgq8/s72-c/IMG_5822_cr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-7926196609201747326</id><published>2008-10-20T23:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:10:01.335+02:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some pictures from the previous post have been taken down because... well I have a good reason. Also this week is a NO COFFEE for Petra week. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is going well. I get to teach at the Samsung factory once a week.&lt;br /&gt;Building work is also going well. I enjoy it very much... minus the mice.&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-7926196609201747326?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/7926196609201747326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=7926196609201747326&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7926196609201747326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7926196609201747326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/10/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-1202508563777666550</id><published>2008-10-15T12:26:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:05:23.812+02:00</updated><title type='text'>on a mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SPXGQxBHJYI/AAAAAAAAJ_0/ap49beMdzj0/s1600-h/IMG_5857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SPXGQxBHJYI/AAAAAAAAJ_0/ap49beMdzj0/s320/IMG_5857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257326131363128706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SPXG6vF6MmI/AAAAAAAAJ_8/w_mb2-Tj68Y/s1600-h/IMG_5859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SPXG6vF6MmI/AAAAAAAAJ_8/w_mb2-Tj68Y/s320/IMG_5859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257326852400886370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-1202508563777666550?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/1202508563777666550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=1202508563777666550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1202508563777666550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1202508563777666550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-mission.html' title='on a mission'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SPXGQxBHJYI/AAAAAAAAJ_0/ap49beMdzj0/s72-c/IMG_5857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-8210471527596511313</id><published>2008-10-11T21:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:27:53.493+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Meet Noemi Žitňanská</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our friend Maťka gave birth to a beautiful girl this morning. Meet Noemi (50cm, 3550g)! Congratulations Jano and Maťa(&amp;amp;Davidko)!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SPD9s4nyyUI/AAAAAAAAJ_c/riJ_PhAx_aI/s1600-h/IMG_5780+ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SPD9s4nyyUI/AAAAAAAAJ_c/riJ_PhAx_aI/s320/IMG_5780+ch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255979712696731970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SPD-BVgOGAI/AAAAAAAAJ_k/r5eiHtmIGc8/s1600-h/IMG_5781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SPD-BVgOGAI/AAAAAAAAJ_k/r5eiHtmIGc8/s320/IMG_5781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255980064046979074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-8210471527596511313?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/8210471527596511313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=8210471527596511313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8210471527596511313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8210471527596511313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/10/meet-noemi-itansk.html' title='Meet Noemi Žitňanská'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SPD9s4nyyUI/AAAAAAAAJ_c/riJ_PhAx_aI/s72-c/IMG_5780+ch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-5722971660191280023</id><published>2008-10-08T14:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:46:28.400+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevermind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... I was forced to change my mind about my new phone. Bummer that Orange didn't seem to have anything attractive to offer this time. But thank the LORD for at least one helpful person at the store. Here's the new baby -&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOyrjCVdOoI/AAAAAAAAJ_U/qX5bVwHh_wU/s1600-h/samsung_sgh_d900i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOyrjCVdOoI/AAAAAAAAJ_U/qX5bVwHh_wU/s320/samsung_sgh_d900i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254763483645164162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-5722971660191280023?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/5722971660191280023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=5722971660191280023&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5722971660191280023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5722971660191280023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/10/nevermind.html' title='Nevermind...'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOyrjCVdOoI/AAAAAAAAJ_U/qX5bVwHh_wU/s72-c/samsung_sgh_d900i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-2537151799308160772</id><published>2008-10-07T16:58:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:01:23.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The phone I'm getting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOt5O0nCLpI/AAAAAAAAJ-8/98Ov95E-dM4/s1600-h/blackberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOt5O0nCLpI/AAAAAAAAJ-8/98Ov95E-dM4/s320/blackberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254426685805309586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOt5gVmYwqI/AAAAAAAAJ_M/v_8-9d6cXdE/s1600-h/blackberry-curve-8320-wi-fi-t-mobile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOt5gVmYwqI/AAAAAAAAJ_M/v_8-9d6cXdE/s320/blackberry-curve-8320-wi-fi-t-mobile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254426986718741154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-2537151799308160772?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2537151799308160772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=2537151799308160772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2537151799308160772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2537151799308160772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/10/phone-im-getting.html' title='The phone I&apos;m getting'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOt5O0nCLpI/AAAAAAAAJ-8/98Ov95E-dM4/s72-c/blackberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-6972568160115427987</id><published>2008-10-04T19:51:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:05:44.134+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd really like to go buy this right now and play tennis for a few hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOev_Kvvf_I/AAAAAAAAJ-k/udW2SJTDT9k/s1600-h/wilson+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOev_Kvvf_I/AAAAAAAAJ-k/udW2SJTDT9k/s320/wilson+bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253360990102192114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOewOvdivaI/AAAAAAAAJ-0/59tYh_Jrt7s/s1600-h/wilson+rack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOewOvdivaI/AAAAAAAAJ-0/59tYh_Jrt7s/s320/wilson+rack.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253361257656008098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOewJJiaJaI/AAAAAAAAJ-s/-88yWnpVSNA/s1600-h/nike+new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOewJJiaJaI/AAAAAAAAJ-s/-88yWnpVSNA/s320/nike+new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253361161576523170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOevrwqNZWI/AAAAAAAAJ-c/F0L_nYHlF4w/s1600-h/wilson+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-6972568160115427987?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/6972568160115427987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=6972568160115427987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6972568160115427987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6972568160115427987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/10/id-really-like-to-go-buy-this-right-now.html' title='I&apos;d really like to go buy this right now and play tennis for a few hours'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SOev_Kvvf_I/AAAAAAAAJ-k/udW2SJTDT9k/s72-c/wilson+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-8229757883805355996</id><published>2008-09-26T23:19:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:51:08.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SN1ZC-eXfwI/AAAAAAAAJ-U/ZT-97_kXTHA/s1600-h/zelary-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SN1ZC-eXfwI/AAAAAAAAJ-U/ZT-97_kXTHA/s200/zelary-poster-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250450648248844034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SN1YmYurDJI/AAAAAAAAJ-M/vZU0kibJh0I/s1600-h/american+history+x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SN1YmYurDJI/AAAAAAAAJ-M/vZU0kibJh0I/s200/american+history+x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250450157080349842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't have to work tonight and so I had an opportunity to be at home alone and watch movies. I can't believe I actually watched two movies. I'm the kind of person who's not able to sit through a movie without doing somethingelse too.  Maybe thats part of the reason why I don't like going to the movies. Anyways. I watched two movies tonight. Both very interesting. One very different from the other. First I watched American History X. A story of a former skin head who tried his best to protect his younger brother. It was too late. This movie definitelly showed how much we influence one another. What a sad ending does this movie have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later, I decided to watch Želary. Great story of a nurse who's forced to leave her life and start a new one with a random person who later becomes her lover but unfortunatelly dies helping others to survive. Yet another sad ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-8229757883805355996?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/8229757883805355996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=8229757883805355996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8229757883805355996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8229757883805355996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SN1ZC-eXfwI/AAAAAAAAJ-U/ZT-97_kXTHA/s72-c/zelary-poster-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-8846576269576542578</id><published>2008-09-13T16:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:45:34.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jarmok Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we got these beautiful oil lamps today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SMvRPikIWBI/AAAAAAAAJ9I/fPn8YNsquTk/s1600-h/IMG_5486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SMvRPikIWBI/AAAAAAAAJ9I/fPn8YNsquTk/s320/IMG_5486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245516255909664786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SMvRguvC_SI/AAAAAAAAJ9Q/Qw1sJ_HZdS8/s1600-h/IMG_5488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SMvRguvC_SI/AAAAAAAAJ9Q/Qw1sJ_HZdS8/s320/IMG_5488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245516551234452770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-8846576269576542578?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/8846576269576542578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=8846576269576542578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8846576269576542578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8846576269576542578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/09/jarmok-shopping.html' title='Jarmok Shopping'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SMvRPikIWBI/AAAAAAAAJ9I/fPn8YNsquTk/s72-c/IMG_5486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-5728220640665363420</id><published>2008-09-13T15:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:39:31.108+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DesignMyRoom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you like design and have some free time go design a room or two. It's fun but it can be time consuming. click here &lt;a href="http://www.designmyroom.com/projects/Start.aspx"&gt;DesingMyRoom&lt;/a&gt; and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-5728220640665363420?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/5728220640665363420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=5728220640665363420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5728220640665363420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5728220640665363420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/09/designmyroom.html' title='DesignMyRoom'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-7953698624111664818</id><published>2008-09-05T15:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:26:56.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prep for class</title><content type='html'>I think all teachers should be served good coffee before they start teaching. It calms nerves and gives some extra energy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SMEzbTCrKbI/AAAAAAAAJ9A/-Gw5gu2cLXQ/s1600-h/IMG_5429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SMEzbTCrKbI/AAAAAAAAJ9A/-Gw5gu2cLXQ/s320/IMG_5429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242527985296943538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-7953698624111664818?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/7953698624111664818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=7953698624111664818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7953698624111664818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7953698624111664818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/09/prep-for-class.html' title='Prep for class'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SMEzbTCrKbI/AAAAAAAAJ9A/-Gw5gu2cLXQ/s72-c/IMG_5429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-4444084209770403772</id><published>2008-09-04T22:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:10:27.275+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SMBAAYQndrI/AAAAAAAAJ84/fmBB2mT2MAs/s1600-h/crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SMBAAYQndrI/AAAAAAAAJ84/fmBB2mT2MAs/s320/crash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242260341515581106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janka and I watched Crash tonight. I thought it was a very good movie.  By the end of the movie I was talking to myself about how I could see what was coming and let out a couple sighs... I don't remember the last time a movie did this to me. I recomend this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-4444084209770403772?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/4444084209770403772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=4444084209770403772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4444084209770403772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4444084209770403772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-one.html' title='Good one'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SMBAAYQndrI/AAAAAAAAJ84/fmBB2mT2MAs/s72-c/crash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-5447760275309378626</id><published>2008-09-02T21:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:39:53.951+02:00</updated><title type='text'>saw and liked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SL2Wf_TW4aI/AAAAAAAAJ8w/XvffzcaUyKc/s1600-h/wallet+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SL2Wf_TW4aI/AAAAAAAAJ8w/XvffzcaUyKc/s320/wallet+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241511017641861538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SL2WZYgPwFI/AAAAAAAAJ8o/WaXHpPMKd1k/s1600-h/wallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SL2WZYgPwFI/AAAAAAAAJ8o/WaXHpPMKd1k/s320/wallet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241510904147722322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SL2WOFZjzvI/AAAAAAAAJ8g/jKReDuekqSg/s1600-h/wallet+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SL2WOFZjzvI/AAAAAAAAJ8g/jKReDuekqSg/s320/wallet+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241510710040841970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SL2WFSyXW5I/AAAAAAAAJ8Y/Xx6bAUQwcmM/s1600-h/wristlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SL2WFSyXW5I/AAAAAAAAJ8Y/Xx6bAUQwcmM/s320/wristlet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241510559015721874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SL2VtN3QjpI/AAAAAAAAJ8I/xAZyrz4nUcU/s1600-h/wallet+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-5447760275309378626?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/5447760275309378626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=5447760275309378626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5447760275309378626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5447760275309378626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/09/kinda-liked-these.html' title='saw and liked'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SL2Wf_TW4aI/AAAAAAAAJ8w/XvffzcaUyKc/s72-c/wallet+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-1289792998926127783</id><published>2008-09-01T10:32:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:48:31.970+02:00</updated><title type='text'>let me tell you a secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SLusB2p-yeI/AAAAAAAAJ74/SJ6AG19zSOs/s1600-h/IMG_3633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SLusB2p-yeI/AAAAAAAAJ74/SJ6AG19zSOs/s320/IMG_3633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240971739227146722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Y'all already know that my birthday was a blast. Really. No jokes. There's one more story that I would like to share with you all. I stole a lime on my birthday! **Teehee** I was fixin' the fish right? I used some lime and lemon juice and I don't even know when or how or why we realized there was a lime tree between "our" house and the neighbours' house. Unfortunatelly the tree didn't belong to the house where we stayed (as far as we know). The tree was real nice. Had tons and tons of limes on it. The house next door looked empty, the tree looked like its branches needed to get lighter or they'd break. So I decided to help the tree and my meal and went ahead and borrowed one lime. Wish I had the whole process on a video. I think you'd laugh. At least we have a picture. Faked a smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-1289792998926127783?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/1289792998926127783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=1289792998926127783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1289792998926127783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1289792998926127783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-me-tell-you-secret.html' title='let me tell you a secret'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SLusB2p-yeI/AAAAAAAAJ74/SJ6AG19zSOs/s72-c/IMG_3633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-6695813860120406969</id><published>2008-09-01T09:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:32:24.084+02:00</updated><title type='text'>today is a day off, rest and try this</title><content type='html'>Hello all! We have national hollidays going on both in Slovakia and the US. If you have some free time and feel like thinking go try to play this fun game. It's harder than it seems. Just click &lt;a href="http://codebox.no-ip.net/controller?page=misc.QuizCommonWords"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and play. I did very poorly...&lt;br /&gt;P.S - Let me know how you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-6695813860120406969?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/6695813860120406969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=6695813860120406969&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6695813860120406969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6695813860120406969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-is-day-off-rest-and-try-this.html' title='today is a day off, rest and try this'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-5987295282221814308</id><published>2008-08-23T16:07:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:02:02.025+02:00</updated><title type='text'>shortly on something I've been thinking about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SLAwAHq-WcI/AAAAAAAAJ7o/99WAcidPaDU/s1600-h/us+shades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237739145249315266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SLAwAHq-WcI/AAAAAAAAJ7o/99WAcidPaDU/s320/us+shades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the book that I'm reading now it said: &lt;em&gt;"Part of being a friend involves refusing to give up on other people&lt;/em&gt;". I like that the author doesn't say that part od being a friend involves trying to be nice when it's not convenient or trying to get over other people's crap as we often like to say... She uses the word &lt;em&gt;refuse&lt;/em&gt; and I pretty much love that idea. I don't want to be a person who just kind of gets over stuff and doesn't care. I want to be a friend who &lt;em&gt;refuses&lt;/em&gt; to give up on her friends... and I want the reason for it to be &lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-5987295282221814308?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/5987295282221814308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=5987295282221814308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5987295282221814308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5987295282221814308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/08/shortly-on-something-ive-been-thikning.html' title='shortly on something I&apos;ve been thinking about'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SLAwAHq-WcI/AAAAAAAAJ7o/99WAcidPaDU/s72-c/us+shades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-5404083861040475495</id><published>2008-08-23T01:37:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:57:50.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many people keep asking me about my flight back home and I keep telling the same story. Not that I don't like telling people... But why not write about it too? It's 3am and I totally can't sleep so seriously, why not? My check in person, a nice man, asked me where I was flying. I told him Vienna, and he looked at my name, pronounced it with American accent and said: "That sounds more Czech than Austrian." I told him it was Slovak and that Slovakia was where I was going. Well, he went ahead and told me about how they... whoever they were, just got back from Czech republic where they helped with English as a second language camps. He said they were only about 10 minutes from the Czech-Slovak border. Then he also told me that they went to see this beautiful castle. Guess which one? Yep, Trencin. So I told him that that's close to where we had our camps. Then he looked at my home town and said he knew that was the town with the big walls around it. I was quite surprised to hear this random man talk about Trnava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parting with my best friend is still not something I enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The flight to Chicago was very unevenfull. It's like someone knows that I sat by the window just two rows behind the left wing the first time I flew and so now I get the same seat all the time. But it was nice. Drinks were served with ice, I flew with United. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After landing in Chicago I had a little bit of time to get to my international flight terminal. I personally believe that the Chicago airport is more confusing that it should be. After finding my way to the train I took it to my terminal, went throught security and thought I had enough time to eat. So I looked around and really the only thing that looked ok and the line wasn't super long was McDonalds. I went there and thought to myself: "What a way to end my stay in the US". I got myself a meal and ate it quickly, looked at my watch and saw that my flight was already boarding. I thought I knew where to go but then they made me go through security AGAIN. I told the man he just checked my passport and so he just smiled and asked how my food was. At this point not only was I kind of late but I realized that my gate, M 21, was the last one, totally at the end of the long hall. By the time I got there noone was around, some bored workers were standing around chatting and only one man paid attention to me and asked if I was going to Vienna, I said yes, he smiled and said I was a little late. Oh well! I made it. I was the last one to get on board and I ended up having two seats to myself. How nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237510665225208658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SK9gM1QRg1I/AAAAAAAAJ7Y/viBBHNAwVxc/s400/plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, the flight was ok, my TV didn't work so I ended up reading quite a bit and I even slept for a little while. European morning came faster than I expected. The sunrise was amazing! Now here comes the exciting part of the flight. I sat close to the tail, right? All of a sudden I see a girl leaving the back restroom area crying, her brother following her, then some people talking and then I see the male flight attendants leading a hand cuffed guy to the back row. They talked to him, then he stood up and the attandants wouldn't let him go. He started speaking loudly which caught most people's attention. I bet most of them had no idea something was going on before then. Here's a quote: "My name is XYZ, I am NOT a terrorist, remember my name, I am a son of JKL." I think a few people freak out at this point. We saw the captain go to the back and then back to the front and then in a little while it was decided tha we needed to land and make sure the threat was gone. As we were landing the suspicious man thought he was going to try a little something on people who were guarding him and tried to stand up and do who knows what but before he knew he had 4 men jump on him and let him know he wasn't the boss. We emergency landed in Amsterdam. The police took the guy, we re-fueled and took off. I don't think I've ever seen so many people excited about airplane breakfast. It was already after 9am CET and everybody, including me was starving at this poing. Vanilla yoghurt never tasted so good before! We landed in Vienna about 2 hours later than scheduled but happy to be done with flying for some time. I felt sorry for all the Russians who missed their connection flights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had to wait for my bags for quite a while. It looked like they didn't make it. But then they came and I was happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S: Drinks were served without ice. They just did it the European way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-5404083861040475495?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/5404083861040475495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=5404083861040475495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5404083861040475495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5404083861040475495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/08/flight.html' title='The Flight'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SK9gM1QRg1I/AAAAAAAAJ7Y/viBBHNAwVxc/s72-c/plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-2555594115525799171</id><published>2008-08-23T00:35:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:27:15.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my special day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SK9GnMwZuuI/AAAAAAAAJ7A/WAuDJ31_WhM/s1600-h/IMG_5217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237482530908256994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SK9GnMwZuuI/AAAAAAAAJ7A/WAuDJ31_WhM/s400/IMG_5217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a wonderful birthday this year. As it was planned ahead I spent it in the US. When I first came in May I had no idea what I'd be doing on August 18th but I kind of thought of what I'd enjoy and haven't done for a long time. I haven't been to the beach for SO long. And I love the beach. I really think that people who don't like being at the beach have a sad life. (JK!) And so this year for my birthday I ended up at St. Simons Island. You all hopefully know that I do not enjoy the typical birthday stuff like surprise parties, cakes and candles and singing the song... Well none of that happened for me this year so I was quite sattisfied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grits and eggs for breakfast, beach till about 3pm, "home" for shower and nap, shopping for fish and making dinner, fun company... that all made my day wonderful. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237481710278556130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SK9F3brCOeI/AAAAAAAAJ64/Cj2FAB49yA0/s400/IMG_5247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really the only thing that happened and shouldn't have was that my camera hit the ground for the first time in history. I was going to open the car door and I did something and my camera went flying (I mean flying like birds with wings and all that...) from its case onto the concrete ground next to our car. I think I had a major freak out. In fact I was so freaked out that I left my flip flops outside the car and found out about it when it was time to put them on and get out of the car. That is how I lost my flip flops. Still laugh at myself for that one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237485361734343138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SK9JL-Z72eI/AAAAAAAAJ7Q/liPe27e8FCg/s400/savannah+bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day on our way "home" to Marietta we stopped in Savannah. What a nice place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and I thought of another thing that freaked Heidi and I out. On our way back, not far from Atlanta I believe it was, as we were in the car I looked to my right and saw a big oversize load semi-truck or whatever it was, it was quite a large vehicle. All of a sudden we hear something like and explosion and something kind of hit our car and then and I thought a car hit us... I look in the mirrow and I see that a tire totally exploded on that huge thing and so at that point he was trying to stop the truck but was in the middle lane and this other car totally needed to get outta its way. It was kind of scary and I was definitelly thankful that we ended up ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think I want to end this post with that story. So here's one other thing. I didn't get to eat my birthday dessert on the actuall day for different reasons. But the next day I got it all... minus the peanut butter cookie. I had a lot of Ben and Jerry's Peach Cobbler icecream (the best ever I believe) and had chocolate pudding with Piskoty which I absolutelly love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Literally SWEET birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-2555594115525799171?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2555594115525799171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=2555594115525799171&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2555594115525799171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2555594115525799171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-special-day.html' title='my special day'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SK9GnMwZuuI/AAAAAAAAJ7A/WAuDJ31_WhM/s72-c/IMG_5217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-858861229494345498</id><published>2008-08-20T02:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:28:27.755+02:00</updated><title type='text'>one last post from the US</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody!&lt;br /&gt;My time in the US is officially over. I spent my last couple days at St. Simons Island. Being at the beach after a long time was wonderful. Being with a great friend again was wonderful. Eating fish that I personally fixed was also very enjoyable. Packing was not so much fun. I have to go, I'm tired. Talk to all of you later from SK!&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-858861229494345498?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/858861229494345498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=858861229494345498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/858861229494345498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/858861229494345498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-last-post-from-us.html' title='one last post from the US'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-5105319603400636545</id><published>2008-08-13T16:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T03:26:39.892+02:00</updated><title type='text'>you may not know it but you love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SKTbDf0O9ZI/AAAAAAAAJ6o/7Zmz5Z4De5o/s1600-h/DSC_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234549520038032786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SKTbDf0O9ZI/AAAAAAAAJ6o/7Zmz5Z4De5o/s320/DSC_0170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was in Chattanooga this weekend Bo, Brynne and I watched Stranger than fiction. It was interesting and cute enough to keep me awake even though I was tired. I liked the part where she offeres him cookies and he says he doesn't like them but then he takes a bite and tadaaaa - he does like them. (By the way I have a feeling that's exactly how I am with cookies. I always say I don't like them and look at me... I'm becoming a lover of peanut butter cookies.) This really wasn't meant to be about cookies. What I was going to say is that I love tennis. But often I don't realize how much I love it till I play it. I played only a few times this summer and I enjoyed it greatly. Sometimes I feel like I still belong on the court. Maybe I'm just making it up... But it sure feels good to hit the ball real hard and make it go where you want it to go and serve real hard and think about how the heck does Serena Williams make her serves so fast... It's wonderful! I love tennis. I think I should play more often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-5105319603400636545?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/5105319603400636545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=5105319603400636545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5105319603400636545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5105319603400636545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-may-not-know-it-but-you-love-it.html' title='you may not know it but you love it'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SKTbDf0O9ZI/AAAAAAAAJ6o/7Zmz5Z4De5o/s72-c/DSC_0170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-2732354015906761061</id><published>2008-08-12T22:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:44:11.068+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my time is almost over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today felt almost like September at home. It wasn't hot, it was kinda windy and now it's raining. Feels like I should start getting ready for Jarmok. One thing that I missed this summer was being able to wear jeans and sweatshirts or long sleeve shirts. Not that I would be able to wear them much at home but I have a feeling I'd be able to do it a little more. I went on a hike this morning and enjoyed it. Had a nice view of Atlanta from the top of the "mountain".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't written much at all in the past couple of weeks. It's not because I have nothing to say. It's because I have too much to say and I'm trying to process everything that went on this summer. I started my "vacation" time on Saturday and spent the weekend in Chattanooga with Bo and Brynne and I had some nice time with the Lesondaks. I'm in Marietta now and will be spending my last days here. I'm trying not to think about packing and the long flight home (especially the part where there's nothing under us but the ocean), I'm trying to figure out how the heck am I going to find a teaching job one week before school starts, I'm wondering if God wants me in Trnava or if He has some other awesome plan for me. I'm thinking... Asking God if my desires are part of the puzzle that reads: HIS WILL. But get this - all of this going on and at the same time I'm able to sit on the bed and listen to the rain and be at peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For great is YOUR love, reaching to the heavens; YOUR faithfulness reaches to the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-2732354015906761061?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2732354015906761061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=2732354015906761061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2732354015906761061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2732354015906761061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-time-is-almost-over.html' title='my time is almost over'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-3377991580438208046</id><published>2008-08-09T04:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T04:21:21.297+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to say something about (im)patience pretty soon... Don't have the time and mood right now. Just remember that Fruit of the Spirit is NOT banana! It's PATIENCE, ok? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk to y'all later. Probably after I get back from Chattanooga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-3377991580438208046?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/3377991580438208046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=3377991580438208046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/3377991580438208046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/3377991580438208046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s coming...'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-2148840715955800634</id><published>2008-08-04T03:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T03:22:54.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, I did</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I made cookies this afternoon. Is that weird or what? I think it is, but I wanted to make the students happy tonight. I'm not a cookie lover but I know they are. I didn't take a picture. They looked like regular chocolate chip cookies. I promise my next post is NOT going to be about cookies. Peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-2148840715955800634?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2148840715955800634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=2148840715955800634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2148840715955800634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2148840715955800634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-i-did.html' title='yes, I did'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-5682118907088457122</id><published>2008-08-02T03:03:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:13.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SJO2EkqRGeI/AAAAAAAAJ6M/IS31B-u-o64/s1600-h/cookieMilk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229723781983967714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SJO2EkqRGeI/AAAAAAAAJ6M/IS31B-u-o64/s200/cookieMilk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so what if I had a cookie with milk tonight? I know I don't drink milk. It was soy milk. Fake milk, ok? Truth be told, I still felt weird drinking the while liquid because it looked like real milk and just the thought of drinking real milk makes me a little sick to my stomach. The cookie on the other hand was very good. And so what if I don't really eat cookies? If you ask me what is one thing that I've learned about myself while being in America? the answer will be: "I learned that I really like peanut butter cookies!" Just kidding. That wouldn't be my answer... well maybe if I knew you understand my jokes. Not only I had the delicious dessert... Bob made steak! I think we should maybe eat a little bit more steak at home. But then poor cows... Nevermind. Eat less steak, save a cow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-5682118907088457122?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/5682118907088457122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=5682118907088457122&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5682118907088457122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5682118907088457122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-what.html' title='So what?!'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SJO2EkqRGeI/AAAAAAAAJ6M/IS31B-u-o64/s72-c/cookieMilk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-714648807535853739</id><published>2008-07-13T17:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:45:24.679+02:00</updated><title type='text'>From Greenville, MS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sitting in a pastro's office at Covenant Presbyterian Church in Greenville, MS. Sunday school is about to finish and so I have about 3 minutes to write a little something. I guess some of you are wondering how I'm doing. I'm doing very well I think. I'm enjoying construction and VBS a lot. The team that was here last week left yesterday early morning and a new team came in the afternoon. We'll again be doing construction and VBS this week. It's hot in Mississippi but it's not as miserable as they said it would be. I mean, you do get sticky and sweaty and nasty but who cares? Everybody's like that. Anyways. There's TOO much I want to tell you and NO time. Would you please pray that God would continue to work in the teenage boys and girls that I work with here in Glen Allan, for wisdom as we choose what to talk about and for safety for the team on construction sites and during VBS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think we should totally schedule a conference call sometime next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peace! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-714648807535853739?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/714648807535853739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=714648807535853739&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/714648807535853739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/714648807535853739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-greenville-ms.html' title='From Greenville, MS'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-5767220081016562423</id><published>2008-07-04T04:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:14.138+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to my hand, my ear is listening to God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SG2HO_D-HxI/AAAAAAAAIo4/8W5OYksAZsk/s1600-h/IMG_2936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218976234708279058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SG2HO_D-HxI/AAAAAAAAIo4/8W5OYksAZsk/s400/IMG_2936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I recomend to everyone that they get out of their comfort zone and go be a confused "foreigner" somewhere, with their heart ready to be changed. It's amazing how loud God's voice gets sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-5767220081016562423?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/5767220081016562423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=5767220081016562423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5767220081016562423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5767220081016562423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/07/talk-to-my-hand-my-ear-is-listening-to.html' title='Talk to my hand, my ear is listening to God'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SG2HO_D-HxI/AAAAAAAAIo4/8W5OYksAZsk/s72-c/IMG_2936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-1809638963687049302</id><published>2008-07-04T03:51:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:14.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Just thought I'd share a couple of pictures of  the lake, me and my company. The lake is a pretty cool place and me and my company are pretty cool people. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218971834361651074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SG2DO2flH4I/AAAAAAAAIog/MgoE2nqmTYo/s400/IMG_2906.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218973192124837090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SG2Ed4jjLOI/AAAAAAAAIoo/fnt9f64NIKU/s400/ja+lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218974348570794370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SG2FhMpwGYI/AAAAAAAAIow/e10ww5Z_lzI/s400/IMG_2920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-1809638963687049302?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/1809638963687049302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=1809638963687049302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1809638963687049302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1809638963687049302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-at-lake.html' title='Fun at the lake'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SG2DO2flH4I/AAAAAAAAIog/MgoE2nqmTYo/s72-c/IMG_2906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-107097581572132015</id><published>2008-07-04T02:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:15.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornerstone Youth, Wednesdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Long awaited post is here for y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had the privillege to be at two Wednesday youth meetings so far. What usually happens is that people come in and hang out for quite a while. Then we start the actual meeting with a few praise songs. I must say I was impressed with the band that played my first Wendesday. Mary, the bass player on the left is exceptional! Dee went to her the day she was playing and said: "Mary, I didn't know you played the bass." Mary humbly replied: "Yeah, I taught myself yeserday." The group started studying the God's covenants. Noah (no, not "our" Noha) does a good job teaching. Last week was pretty cool as well. I got to play! YES! Jess, Mary and I woke up bright and early, went to church and practised. Loved it! Then in the afternoon before the meeting started we practised again a little bit. Mary played the piano this time, Jess and I both played guitars. I thought the Lord made our instruments and voices sound pretty good that night.   &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218955142003063378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SG10DOnKelI/AAAAAAAAIoQ/FszJZyLDZhU/s400/wed+band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So that's one part of what I do at CMPC. I like it a whole lot. Being with the students, knowing their names and getting to know them better is great. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-107097581572132015?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/107097581572132015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=107097581572132015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/107097581572132015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/107097581572132015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/07/cornerstone-youth-wednesdays.html' title='Cornerstone Youth, Wednesdays'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SG10DOnKelI/AAAAAAAAIoQ/FszJZyLDZhU/s72-c/wed+band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-1395656295143438271</id><published>2008-06-25T22:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:15.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'>KPM Cafe Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Look at us! Found this online today.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215926666389911410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SGKxqvyod3I/AAAAAAAAIoI/l6gc1Ba2YgA/s400/kpm+cafe+team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-1395656295143438271?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/1395656295143438271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=1395656295143438271&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1395656295143438271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1395656295143438271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/06/kpm-cafe-team.html' title='KPM Cafe Team'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SGKxqvyod3I/AAAAAAAAIoI/l6gc1Ba2YgA/s72-c/kpm+cafe+team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-8549250428451471559</id><published>2008-06-24T01:49:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T02:01:37.932+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a great one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I forgot to tell you guys about a "great" conversation I had. The other day we went to Good News at Noon to help serve food to the homeless and get packages ready for them and I ended up in this room boxing frozen chicken and moving bags of bread from one pile to another. There was a lady there who was doing the same thing and so we started talking and she asked if I was there with one of the churches. And I said yes and then she asked a couple of questions and I didn't have answers so I just mentioned, as an excuse, that I was from Slovakia. Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lady with super white teeth and a too much tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - "_____________??" &lt;em&gt;(random question)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- "I'm not sure... I'm actually not from here. I'm from Slovakia so I don't know the answer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lady with super white teeth and a too much tan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- "Oh honey! That's so nice! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You drove all the way from Slovakia to do this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!" &lt;em&gt;(lady looked really impressed with me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- "No, I actually flew. It's kinda far." &lt;em&gt;(not sure how to respond, right?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lady with super white teeth and a too much tan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- "Um... ____________." &lt;em&gt;(changed the topic)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way if you ever feel the need to think about the word &lt;em&gt;privilege&lt;/em&gt; go to a place like a homeless shelter. It'll sure teach you a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-8549250428451471559?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/8549250428451471559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=8549250428451471559&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8549250428451471559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8549250428451471559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-one.html' title='a great one'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-408270870187323108</id><published>2008-06-18T21:13:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:17.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a big Fan of these but it's kinda cool to have one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFlhfvYb07I/AAAAAAAAIn4/VfGhuDraMqQ/s1600-h/IMG_2795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213305241580852146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFlhfvYb07I/AAAAAAAAIn4/VfGhuDraMqQ/s400/IMG_2795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213303965039662418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFlgVb5TFVI/AAAAAAAAIno/6q7T40wa8TA/s400/IMG_2794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213304649698702338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFlg9Scu9AI/AAAAAAAAInw/fP6vrwgWJiE/s400/IMG_2797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyone a little jealous? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-408270870187323108?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/408270870187323108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=408270870187323108&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/408270870187323108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/408270870187323108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-big-fan-of-these-but-its-kinda-cool.html' title='Not a big Fan of these but it&apos;s kinda cool to have one'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFlhfvYb07I/AAAAAAAAIn4/VfGhuDraMqQ/s72-c/IMG_2795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-7917255459506234077</id><published>2008-06-18T15:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:17.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Can Be Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFkQ1ZFxyOI/AAAAAAAAInA/ujeLvFysrKc/s1600-h/shoe+in+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213216553112291554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFkQ1ZFxyOI/AAAAAAAAInA/ujeLvFysrKc/s400/shoe+in+water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You all know that I pretty much can't sit still for too long. And I mentioned to a couple of people already that it's weird for me to just &lt;em&gt;go &lt;/em&gt;to church on Sundays and not do anything. No music leading, no Sunday School translating, no communion preparing... I just go, put my nametag on (HAHA, jokes on me! go ahead. picture coming), sit, sing, listen, pray, have coffee, go to Sunday School and go home. Going to a Camp and not being in charge felt pretty weird. For the past few years I've always been in charge of something. I had a pretty good idea about what was going on and I was usually even able to help other people who didn't know what was going on. Being here I haven't really been able to be myself... you know what I mean? Please, don't get me wrong I'm not complaining. What I'm trying to say is that &lt;em&gt;different can be really good&lt;/em&gt; sometimes. So many times when I came to church at 8:55am on Sunday at home I wished I could just go and sit there and worship... I got tired of always doing something. Here comes the point of this post - being here and going to CMPC is like a reward for me. Seems like God gave me what I really wanted for so long. I go to church on Sunday with a clear mind, free from thoughts and stress (which I often bring on myself when it doesn't need to be there) about things that &lt;em&gt;"need to be done"&lt;/em&gt;. And at the same time I feel like I'm still doing things. I work with the youth (loving it so far!). Can't wait to see what the rest of the summer will be like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-7917255459506234077?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/7917255459506234077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=7917255459506234077&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7917255459506234077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7917255459506234077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/06/different-can-be-good.html' title='Different Can Be Good'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFkQ1ZFxyOI/AAAAAAAAInA/ujeLvFysrKc/s72-c/shoe+in+water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-7155676599638589551</id><published>2008-06-15T23:05:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:18.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Camp 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't know I was going to be camping the first days I was here. But honestly I didn't really mind even though I'm not an outdoor kinda person. I though, ok, let's see how I handle this. And I think it was maybe good that I could be with this small group of people "in the woods" for a few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first night (Sunday) was miserably hot and I felt nasty sweaty from the very first moment. I realized that was probably the way I was going to feel most of the time so I made a mental decision not to care too much. And I didn't. Because if I did I'd pretty much go crazy. First challange came right after we got to our camp site - go build your tent and do it quickly! I don't really know much about building tents so I was very very gratefull for Travis and Joe and Ryan who knew what to do. We, females, helped as much as we could. And I tell you that even though we didn't finish first it was probably the best built tent out of the four that we had. Now that I think about it I don't think I have a picture of it. Bummer... Treat of the day- Papa John's Pizza for dinner. Pizza here is definitelly different then in SK. But like good different. Similar to what I remember from our family vacations in Italy. The night was sleepless. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212854672223835106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFfHtJujE-I/AAAAAAAAIl8/WF8jR6IkRcg/s400/%231+fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Guess who's tent got up firts in the morning and went to the bathroom? Yeah, mine. All of us walked up the hill to the pool house. Girls will be girls. The day started off with nice breakfast, making lunch (sandwiches) and leaving right away. Noone knew what time it was or where we were going. In case you wee wondering... it was always Camp Time at camp. Ask what time it is at any time and it's always camp time. Sweet rule! The day was spent at Lapdog on Ropes. We did low ropes in the morning and high ropes in the afternoon. I noticed something that I thought was different about the group of students that I was with compared to our students in Slovakia. I can talk to you about that some other time. And I loved it how so many of them pushed their limits. One person that impressed me in particular was Lauren. First she's not even gonna go any higher then where the ladder ends, I go take a couple pictures and come back and she's in a rope 30 feet above my head! I was proud of her. Oh I forgot to mention that the Word of the Day for Sunday and Monday was Privilege. Only a few people got the privilege of a shower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212856564917581570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFfJbUj5twI/AAAAAAAAImE/C2-CmTouaP0/s400/%232+lapdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212857074705766466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFfJ4_q4GEI/AAAAAAAAImM/qiLGQPiBzGQ/s400/%233+lower+ropes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tuesday was an interesting day. Not knowing what we were doing we left the camp site and our first stop was the church. The girls went to the kitchen and baked cookies, muffins and brownies for the church staff. Some of us wrote Thank You notes. We wanted to appreciate the staff and all they do in the church for the Lord and the people. The guys went to the attic and tried to clean up. Poor guys! After this we went to Good News at Noon, a homeless shelter where we served food to the people who live there and to the ones who come just for the food. Made us think more about our privileges and how little we appreciate the things we have. Afternoon was pretty much free but we did this one cool activity... I'm not going to call it a game because it was way cooler than game. So this activity is something we're going to do sometime in Trnava. I played tennis with John that afternoon. Loved it! But didn't necessarily like the reason why we stopped. Being used to playing on clay courts I was gonna slide toward the ball and guess what? You can't really slide on a concrete court. So my right foot stayed glued to the ground and my body kept moving and that did NO good. I start falling and hear something crack in my ankle. NOT COOL, I thought and immediatelly started praying that it doesn't swell up and that it's not broken. John got me a bucket full of ice and water and made sure I was doing ok. It hurt like crazy. Pain is not my friend! I was sure it wasn't broken after about 30 minutes. It got swollen a little but not like it would if it were broken and I could definitelly move it and all that. I was very happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212867097987464210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFfTAbTdPBI/AAAAAAAAImY/GofgkLRbIm0/s400/%234+kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212868728556875938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFfUfVpf8KI/AAAAAAAAImg/u0qVbrZPtUY/s400/%235+shelter.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wednesday we woke up earlier than the days before. But of course it was Camp Time so noone knew or had anything against it. Most of us had an idea about where we were going. Got on the vans and drove a couple hours. I woke up in North Carolina. I thought that was kinda cool. We went rafting. The place where we went was beautiful. The water was freezing cold - good for my ankle. I had 5 students with me on a raft and an instructor. Cool guy, I think his name was William. You'd think that rafting for the first time would be exciting enough by itself. We got some extra excitement. A storm! Thunder, lightening and heavy rain! When we were about half way done with rafting I realized what an idiot with a good heart I was. I lent my other shorts to Julia because she didn't want to go rafting in jean shorts. Guess what that meant? Yes, sitting in the van for three hours in soaking wet shorts. You might me thinking: Bless her heart... Yeah, that's what I thought. The night was exciting as well! Another storm... All I was really concerned about was how poorly our tent was built. I will be thankfull to Travis and Daniel to the end of my life for helping me fix the tent and thus preventing the rain from getting inside. I'm also thankfull to the Lord that he heard my prayer and didn't let it rain on us as hard as we were expecting and I'm also thinking it's a miracle that I slept through the whole night without waking up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212869114930095602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFfU11ADZfI/AAAAAAAAImo/Hvf1PEqCf9c/s400/%236+rafting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There's a lot of other things I could talk about but I think I'm going to stop right here. Let me just add that I love the students that I got to hang out with and can't wait to meet more students this Wednesday. I didn't mind camping. I think I could do it again. Maybe when it's not so hot though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-7155676599638589551?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/7155676599638589551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=7155676599638589551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7155676599638589551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7155676599638589551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/06/mission-camp-2008.html' title='Mission Camp 2008'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SFfHtJujE-I/AAAAAAAAIl8/WF8jR6IkRcg/s72-c/%231+fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-1580644973120613959</id><published>2008-06-14T00:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:29:07.902+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know y'all are eagerly waiting to hear about my camping experience. I'll write about it soon. In case you were wondering I'm doing ok. Kind of tired but ok. Went to La Parilla last night and had some good Mexican. More later. Peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-1580644973120613959?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/1580644973120613959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=1580644973120613959&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1580644973120613959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1580644973120613959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-6560654419985422999</id><published>2008-06-08T20:28:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:19.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>you should see this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; got these usefull things today, very sexy colors too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEwlQLZuOyI/AAAAAAAAIlk/CYR8lmMJ_hA/s1600-h/IMG_2215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209579828829633314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEwlQLZuOyI/AAAAAAAAIlk/CYR8lmMJ_hA/s400/IMG_2215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you see my name? yeah, I'm in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209582630449277474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEwnzQP5aiI/AAAAAAAAIls/9emzpDPaODc/s400/IMG_2219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-6560654419985422999?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/6560654419985422999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=6560654419985422999&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6560654419985422999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6560654419985422999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-should-see-this.html' title='you should see this...'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEwlQLZuOyI/AAAAAAAAIlk/CYR8lmMJ_hA/s72-c/IMG_2215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-4942545126687088712</id><published>2008-06-08T17:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:39:38.622+02:00</updated><title type='text'>first Sunday at CMPC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just want to report shortly on how life is here at my new church and home for the summer. I live with the Bishops. Ujo Bob is on a missions trip in Peru and so it's just me and teta Chris in the house. They live in a nice neighbourhood, have a cute house and they're nice people. Well, I haven't met ujo yet but people say he's pretty cool so I believe them. I met about million new people and I'm slowly trying to remember names and put those names together with faces. Let me tell you - it's hard! But I'll work on that. It's been miserably hot the past few days. But everyone said that that's how it's going to be the whole summer so I'm not that surprised. We're starting the Missions Camp tonight at 6:30. I'm excited. I don't even remember the last time I went camping. Ok, I do. But it was a long time ago. Please, pray that I'll get to know the students better and that I can start growing good friendships with them. Also pray that I don't forget to be open and let them get to know me. I have a tendency to be a little closed to new people, not sure if you noticed... (&lt;em&gt;joke&lt;/em&gt;). That's all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh one more thing. I&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;now officially know all Miriam's siblings. Jason and his wife are cool and they have very cute kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me know how you're doing and what's going on in our Trnava and in you life, please. Peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-4942545126687088712?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/4942545126687088712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=4942545126687088712&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4942545126687088712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4942545126687088712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-service-at-cmpc.html' title='first Sunday at CMPC'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-5333035860367854961</id><published>2008-06-07T03:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T04:02:16.205+02:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone and their mother knows me at CMPC!</title><content type='html'>I'll be doing missions camp starting on Sunday, I'll be camping out with a bunch of kids for a week and I'll be going to Mississippi for 2 weeks in July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-5333035860367854961?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/5333035860367854961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=5333035860367854961&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5333035860367854961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5333035860367854961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/06/everyone-and-their-mother-knows-me-at.html' title='everyone and their mother knows me at CMPC!'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-2850843169366463364</id><published>2008-06-04T23:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:24.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A special entry for Mir, our Bosska</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEcPJG4f8FI/AAAAAAAAIk8/51pOmnq_aNg/s1600-h/IMG_2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208148143218094162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEcPJG4f8FI/AAAAAAAAIk8/51pOmnq_aNg/s400/IMG_2178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mir,&lt;br /&gt;this is what Bo and Brynne got me the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEcPmVgDdfI/AAAAAAAAIlE/H_Ggdo8VL8U/s1600-h/IMG_2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208148645358302706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEcPmVgDdfI/AAAAAAAAIlE/H_Ggdo8VL8U/s320/IMG_2179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't understand - Don't worry! It's an inside joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-2850843169366463364?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2850843169366463364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=2850843169366463364&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2850843169366463364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2850843169366463364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/06/special-entry-for-mir-our-bosska.html' title='A special entry for Mir, our Bosska'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEcPJG4f8FI/AAAAAAAAIk8/51pOmnq_aNg/s72-c/IMG_2178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-8441538618427778665</id><published>2008-06-04T23:38:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:25.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Green is in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some of you might have noticed that I use the word &lt;em&gt;"poo" &lt;/em&gt;a little more than ever before. I don't really have a reason for that. It's just a funny word that I like to use when something unfortunate happens. Well, Eli kinda noticed and got me a little gift. It's crazy what people make these days! This, my dear friends is a journal, 100% recycled and odorless paper product made from elephant poo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208145104500951602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEcMYOx4CjI/AAAAAAAAIks/GOEodkWtx24/s400/IMG_2183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For more information click here &lt;a href="http://www.poopoopaper.com/"&gt;http://www.poopoopaper.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208146369039533234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEcNh1jXhLI/AAAAAAAAIk0/waqCS53onP8/s400/IMG_2184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-8441538618427778665?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/8441538618427778665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=8441538618427778665&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8441538618427778665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8441538618427778665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/06/green-is-in.html' title='Green is in'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEcMYOx4CjI/AAAAAAAAIks/GOEodkWtx24/s72-c/IMG_2183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-108043537768464457</id><published>2008-06-04T22:50:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:26.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Svätá and Nonos getting to know each other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nonos, Marin's dog-friend and Svätá, my cow-friend during their first conversation. Getting to know each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEcDfqV4F4I/AAAAAAAAIkU/ZDsYYgbyfL0/s1600-h/IMG_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208135336554141570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEcDfqV4F4I/AAAAAAAAIkU/ZDsYYgbyfL0/s400/IMG_2094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting comfortable with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208136197403068082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEcERxQQRrI/AAAAAAAAIkc/4OaTInKWJZU/s400/IMG_2097.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And the story continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208137119537604642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEcFHceQqCI/AAAAAAAAIkk/jCulfc6NIds/s400/IMG_2101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aren't they cute?! By the way this is how Mishka and I have fun... Well, I guess it was just me entertaining Mishka. But she encouraged and appreciated this kinda fun. Laukova just gave us a couple dirty looks. She thinks she's too cool! jk... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These wonderful friends of ours Nonos the Dog and Milkos the Cow are from a family called &lt;a href="http://www.deglingos.com/english.html"&gt;Deglingos&lt;/a&gt; (click the word). Crazy cute toys for kids and big kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-108043537768464457?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/108043537768464457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=108043537768464457&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/108043537768464457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/108043537768464457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/06/svt-and-nonos-getting-to-know-each.html' title='Svätá and Nonos getting to know each other'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEcDfqV4F4I/AAAAAAAAIkU/ZDsYYgbyfL0/s72-c/IMG_2094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-2154398909723292858</id><published>2008-05-31T19:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:26.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First time... maybe last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEGUhJ7o2EI/AAAAAAAAIj4/23oLJ4LOy5c/s1600-h/black+moto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206605941539657794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEGUhJ7o2EI/AAAAAAAAIj4/23oLJ4LOy5c/s400/black+moto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron Lesondak gave me a ride up the mountain on his cool bike just a second ago. It was fun. We didn't get to go very fast because there were many slow cars on the road. I thought of my cousin the whole time. Some of you know that he got hit by a car on his bike and broke both of his hands and had to have the crushed bones sucked outta him. I just don't understand what's so exciting about going super fast and risking your life like that. Really... Imagine how much it hurts when you fall off of a chair when you're trying to reach something in the kitchen. Now imagine driving like 110 mph and something happening, your body hitting the ground and that kinda crap. Aaah! I'm going to kick my cousin's cute butt if he buys another bike! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-2154398909723292858?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2154398909723292858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=2154398909723292858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2154398909723292858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2154398909723292858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-time-maybe-last.html' title='First time... maybe last'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SEGUhJ7o2EI/AAAAAAAAIj4/23oLJ4LOy5c/s72-c/black+moto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-8110576417903917885</id><published>2008-05-31T01:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:44:49.352+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures uploaded</title><content type='html'>click here &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.sk/petrastar1001/USA1"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.sk/petrastar1001/USA1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-8110576417903917885?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/8110576417903917885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=8110576417903917885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8110576417903917885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8110576417903917885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-uploaded.html' title='pictures uploaded'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-8709034138899683997</id><published>2008-05-29T20:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:18:18.465+02:00</updated><title type='text'>just so you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... we'll be singing at church this Sunday. &lt;em&gt;Ak lud mojho mena sa pokori&lt;/em&gt; is the song we chose. Mary already knows it and I guess we're going to teach it to the other singers as well. I think we'll also do all the other songs with the band. Not sure about that though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My wisdom teeth are acting all weird and I'm in pain at times. Having to go to a dentist in the States is the last thing I want to do. Not that I don't trust them or anything like that... It could just happen to be VERY expensive and as you all well know I am not being paid while I'm here (3 months). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dedko (grandpa) had a tumor in his throat. He'll go to the hospital in Bratislava soon and they'll try to get rid of it. They say it's not that serious... but I say, come on, it's a tumor. It is serious. I'm sad I can't be there with my family right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-8709034138899683997?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/8709034138899683997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=8709034138899683997&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8709034138899683997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8709034138899683997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-so-you-know.html' title='just so you know...'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-1304258600688409576</id><published>2008-05-28T23:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:28.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day whatever the number is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SD3JWgBGRPI/AAAAAAAAHJc/HFqurhWo8i4/s1600-h/IMG_1617+trimmed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205538132699006194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SD3JWgBGRPI/AAAAAAAAHJc/HFqurhWo8i4/s400/IMG_1617+trimmed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bo and Brynne took me to a minor league baseball game. I loved it. I like baseball a lot. It definitelly has the ability to get very boring but this game was good. Even thought the Chattanooga Lookouts lost. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205538433346716930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SD3JoABGRQI/AAAAAAAAHJk/j2JlmVYoC4Y/s400/IMG_1634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-1304258600688409576?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/1304258600688409576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=1304258600688409576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1304258600688409576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1304258600688409576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-whatever-number-is.html' title='Day whatever the number is...'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SD3JWgBGRPI/AAAAAAAAHJc/HFqurhWo8i4/s72-c/IMG_1617+trimmed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-1309052128415085369</id><published>2008-05-27T03:45:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:29.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodlawn Outreach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;packing &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDtoDgBGRJI/AAAAAAAAHIs/8nlPpWyDm40/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204868203700176018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDtoDgBGRJI/AAAAAAAAHIs/8nlPpWyDm40/s400/IMG_1423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; setting up&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204868457103246498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDtoSQBGRKI/AAAAAAAAHI0/56RKJQRN5bU/s400/IMG_1490.jpg" border="0" /&gt; getting to know&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204868938139583682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDtouQBGRMI/AAAAAAAAHJE/a8k4-XPuZ6A/s400/IMG_1558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;serving&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204869195837621458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDto9QBGRNI/AAAAAAAAHJM/j5QbNy3xzl4/s400/IMG_1609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;loving&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204870218039837922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDtp4wBGROI/AAAAAAAAHJU/q0Ie7tYhGOk/s400/IMG_1521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-1309052128415085369?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/1309052128415085369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=1309052128415085369&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1309052128415085369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1309052128415085369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/woodlawn-outreach.html' title='Woodlawn Outreach'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDtoDgBGRJI/AAAAAAAAHIs/8nlPpWyDm40/s72-c/IMG_1423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-1666956283079015091</id><published>2008-05-26T02:15:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:30.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>it's great to be able to buy this anytime I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the best gum ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204474557062595634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDoCCQBGRDI/AAAAAAAAHH8/nRl1QtKHkGA/s400/Wrigleys-Extra-Polar-Ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;breakfast &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204475802603111554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDoDKwBGRII/AAAAAAAAHIk/1S2VPjyGrJk/s400/Grits.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Peach cobbler (my favorite dessert) flavored Ice cream &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204475214192591954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDoCogBGRFI/AAAAAAAAHIM/EXVNu25D4Gk/s400/cobbler+zmrzka.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-1666956283079015091?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/1666956283079015091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=1666956283079015091&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1666956283079015091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1666956283079015091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-great-to-be-able-to-buy-this.html' title='it&apos;s great to be able to buy this anytime I want'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDoCCQBGRDI/AAAAAAAAHH8/nRl1QtKHkGA/s72-c/Wrigleys-Extra-Polar-Ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-5435381396375182659</id><published>2008-05-25T19:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:44:50.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>Thinking a lot about my girls, especially those who are taking maturita this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-5435381396375182659?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/5435381396375182659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=5435381396375182659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5435381396375182659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5435381396375182659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-3455359228226337731</id><published>2008-05-24T18:33:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:32.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 and 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDi9HT36NaI/AAAAAAAAHH0/b6wJC-m1PWY/s1600-h/aint+no+rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204117302718117282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDi9HT36NaI/AAAAAAAAHH0/b6wJC-m1PWY/s200/aint+no+rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We worked on &lt;em&gt;Ain't no rock &lt;/em&gt;in the morning and it brought back memories of Christian Camp '07. And it especially made me think of &lt;em&gt;Ninka Svinka&lt;/em&gt; because I know she likes that song quite a bit. We had a great helper, guitar player - &lt;em&gt;Anthony&lt;/em&gt; - who so willingly played a couple songs with us over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Petra experienced her first Drive in last night! How exciting. Two movies&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDiuPD36NYI/AAAAAAAAHHk/Nib1HYCZ1Ys/s1600-h/drive+in.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204100943187686786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDiuPD36NYI/AAAAAAAAHHk/Nib1HYCZ1Ys/s200/drive+in.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for 5$. Awesome deal. Please, people save your time and money and don't watch Indiana Jones. That movie is a bad joke. The alien heads, not a very good Russian accent by Kate Blanchett and other pretty ridiculous stuff just made me laugh and wonder if anyone really liked it for real. Thank you, &lt;em&gt;Majka&lt;/em&gt; (Marry) for the special sound effects, the movie would have killed me if it weren't for you. Iron man was hot. Loved the red-gold combo. But oh my gosh it got so cold and wet that I thought I was gonna freeze! Ah, what a great experience! I got home super late (3am) and got up early... but still later than I was supposed to (7:30am). Now we get to &lt;em&gt;day 8. &lt;/em&gt;Observed the band practise and then actually practised with the choir. I'd definitelly be joining the choir if I lived here and went to NCF. Loved it! Love &lt;em&gt;Michelle&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204116877516354962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDi8uj36NZI/AAAAAAAAHHs/NhKPzQDDTbg/s320/IMG_1379.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bo&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Brynne&lt;/em&gt; took me shopping this afternoon. Went to Target nad Old Navy. Got a pair of shorts and then they took me to a nice restaurant. Had my first American restaurant experience. Woohoo! The waitress wouldn't shut up. Not a big shocker. We all know that that's the way they are in the US. She was nice though. Very helpful. We've been here for 8 days and today was the first time I drank regular Coke. It was pretty sweet. Like literally sweet. Not sweet like awesome, ya know? Speaking of drinks - I thought Dr. Pepper here and back home tasted the same but it doesn't. It's sweeter here. Shocker! NOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Sunday you all! Tell me what the sermon back home was about and who did chvaly and all that kinda stuff, k? Dakujem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-3455359228226337731?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/3455359228226337731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=3455359228226337731&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/3455359228226337731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/3455359228226337731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-7-and-8.html' title='Day 7 and 8'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDi9HT36NaI/AAAAAAAAHH0/b6wJC-m1PWY/s72-c/aint+no+rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-4804876010304514411</id><published>2008-05-23T01:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T02:47:16.317+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish I had better writing skills. I wish I could give you a better and more exciting picture of everything that's going on. But I guess that's not happening so you'll just have to deal with whatever I give.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was another pretty good day here in Chatty. The weather was great. We met with Mr. Ward and Michelle again. We got to see how they record demos and Ika and Matka actually participated. It's great to see Mr. Wards at work. He's so excited about his job and he does everything with such a great joy. I totally lack that sometimes... most of the time I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People came over to Bo and Brynne's for dinner. I'm so excited about real food (=chicken and rice) we get to eat tonight! We had sandwiches for lunch. Warm lunches are definitelly something that our team misses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't write anymore. I'm feeling weird.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-4804876010304514411?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/4804876010304514411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=4804876010304514411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4804876010304514411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4804876010304514411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-1325867616518427139</id><published>2008-05-22T12:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:32.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5, Officially over jetlag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDVT1j36NUI/AAAAAAAAHHE/itagzAHXgVM/s1600-h/roosteralarmclock2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203157124124390722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDVT1j36NUI/AAAAAAAAHHE/itagzAHXgVM/s200/roosteralarmclock2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I normally wake up at 6:30... haha that sounds like I've lived here and had this schedule forever... anyways. I set the alarm on my phone set on 6:30am yesterday. I don't quite remember when I went to bed but I do remember a knock on my door in the morning. It was Brynne asking if I was up. I said no and asked what time it was. 7:40! We leave the house at 8:15. Oops! So I determined that I was officially over jetlag. I actually slept longer than I was supposed to. Oh by the way I didn't wake up on time because my phone died at night at the alarm never went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our music team spent the morning with &lt;em&gt;Michelle&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Mr. Ward&lt;/em&gt; learning more about how the&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDVUOT36NVI/AAAAAAAAHHM/SnZPPOGHMeU/s1600-h/covenant_college.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203157549326153042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDVUOT36NVI/AAAAAAAAHHM/SnZPPOGHMeU/s200/covenant_college.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; music department, worship team and choir work at NCF. Looked at some of the technical equipment and got to play a song on a really bad sounding guitar with nylon strings. Yesterday was a short day. We were done by noon. They fed us hot dogs for lunch again... Finally got to use my Starbucks card (thanks &lt;em&gt;Eli &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; Marinka&lt;/em&gt;) in the afternoon. Seems like Iced Mocha will be the drink of the summer. Love it! &lt;em&gt;Brynne&lt;/em&gt; and I met &lt;em&gt;Laurel &lt;/em&gt;at Covenant College and I got a nice little tour of the campus. Looks great up there and the view from some of the rooms is wonderful. It's the kind of view that inspires you to write a book. I finally are some regular meat and rice for dinner and that definitelly made me happy. Ended the day downtown Chattanooga with Abby catching up on life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being here. I like Chattanooga. I think I could live here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-1325867616518427139?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/1325867616518427139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=1325867616518427139&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1325867616518427139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1325867616518427139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-5-officially-over-jetlag.html' title='Day 5, Officially over jetlag'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDVT1j36NUI/AAAAAAAAHHE/itagzAHXgVM/s72-c/roosteralarmclock2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-7761905874661458384</id><published>2008-05-21T05:07:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:33.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4, Praise God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Praise God with me! I felt physically ok today. I prayed and prayed that my stomach would stop hurting and that my eyes would stop feeling extremelly tired. I know y'all prayed as well. And God heard us and made me feel better. Also I slept for about 7 hours last night which is a lot more than the nights before and so I was able to enjoy my day and focus on what was going on. I started the day off with a bowl of cereal and tasted American milk for the first time. I guess it doesn't matter where the milk comes from I just don't like it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202671925490617714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDOajSHEDXI/AAAAAAAAHGs/vkzNTnf2yq8/s320/session.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We started at 9am this morning with a session for all interns lead by pastor Nabors. I bet we all agree that the Gospel, the Good News about Jesus Christ and what he did for us, should be in the centre of our ministry. We know it's important yet we forget about it so often and focus on other things when we try to reach people. As we spoke about what the Gospel was pastor Nabors stressed one thing - &lt;em&gt;Gospel is not only about how you get saved but also about how you live your everyday life by faith&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first meeting with the music department people - James Ward and Michelle Higgins - started at 11. They explained to us how they plan a Sunday service and what songs they were going to do this next Sunday and why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDOayiHEDYI/AAAAAAAAHG0/_5nxc5WwApw/s1600-h/jano+preaching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202672187483622786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDOayiHEDYI/AAAAAAAAHG0/_5nxc5WwApw/s320/jano+preaching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to sit in a Staff Meeting. Nice experience. Afternoon was spent with pastor Nabors and the other interns. We spoke about Ideology and about how important it is to be familiar with the culture you work in. My mind went wild when we spoke about this. Thinking about Americans in Slovakia and all of us together reaching the kids and me being in the US this summer ministering to people from a completelly different culture. That's some crazy stuff! I can't wait to start working at CMPC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last but not least - we went to the Closet later in the afternoon and I definitelly got some clothes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How are you all doing?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDObIyHEDZI/AAAAAAAAHG8/2MRm8ZCgSnY/s1600-h/IMG_1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202672569735712146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDObIyHEDZI/AAAAAAAAHG8/2MRm8ZCgSnY/s200/IMG_1323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-7761905874661458384?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/7761905874661458384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=7761905874661458384&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7761905874661458384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7761905874661458384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-4-praise-god.html' title='Day 4, Praise God'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDOajSHEDXI/AAAAAAAAHGs/vkzNTnf2yq8/s72-c/session.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-4044691482775391414</id><published>2008-05-20T02:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:33.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDI1ESHEDWI/AAAAAAAAHGk/omkeO3dcTWs/s1600-h/pizza.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202278867263556962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDI1ESHEDWI/AAAAAAAAHGk/omkeO3dcTWs/s200/pizza.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It feels like we've been here much longer than 3 days. I've had a lot of nice new experiences today. But first of all let me tell you briefly about what went on. The morning was spent at Bryan college. The team got to meet Dennis Miller and got a lecture on Worldview from Dr. Andrews. Bummer we didn't have time to go deeper on that topic. From there we went to NCF for lunch and some intern training session. We met with pastor Randy Nabors and also met James Pickett. Both very nice men. Watched a couple videos about different ministries at NCF. Hang out at the Lesondaks' for almost 2 hours and went to the pastor's house for bbq. Met Mary who still remembers her Slovak phrases and pronounces them perfectly (Pozri moja! Som tucna, drzim dietu!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are the new things - saw my first American squirrel. It was cute! A man thought I was American, told me I had no accent and that it tricked him :) Ate American pizza. There are a couple more things that could be mentioned but I need to go to sleep. I'm still not over jatlag and my body is definitelly freaking out. It hurts! I'm very tired. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-4044691482775391414?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/4044691482775391414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=4044691482775391414&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4044691482775391414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4044691482775391414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDI1ESHEDWI/AAAAAAAAHGk/omkeO3dcTWs/s72-c/pizza.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-6490478962466650221</id><published>2008-05-19T05:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T06:04:02.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First American church experiences were good. NCF was what they say it is. Seeing Midway was great even thought it wasn't what it normally is (supposedly). Meeting people who came for camps in their American world is weird. Saying bye to Laura made me sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-6490478962466650221?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/6490478962466650221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=6490478962466650221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6490478962466650221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6490478962466650221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-5057064508405411577</id><published>2008-05-17T16:28:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:34.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 0 and 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone knows by now that we all got here safely. The flight to Chicago was really long - 9 and a half hours - and the landing wasn't too much fun. They gave us pretty good food and we had to ask for ice if we wanted it in our drink. Going throught immigration and customs was ok. Not at all as scary as people say it is. The flight to Atlanta was nice. It was short compared to the first one and when having a drink one was automatically given a cup full of ice. I mean &lt;em&gt;full&lt;/em&gt; and without asking for it. Landing in Atlanta was good and having friends I missed &lt;em&gt;a bit&lt;/em&gt; welcome us felt wonderful. We got all out bags and had to get mentally ready for sitting down for another some time. The strangest place I met a person I haven't seen for about 2 years was somewhere on the highway from Atlanta to Chattanooga. Bo made a few phonecalls and then I just rolled down my window and was able to wave at &lt;em&gt;Noah &lt;/em&gt;and Lindsay. Hugging Noah in at a gas station somewhere north west of Atlanta was quite unexpected I must say. Got to Chattanooga kind of late and went to &lt;em&gt;John's &lt;/em&gt;house where everyone else was waiting for their luggage. Took Jano, Mata and David up on the mountain where they are staying with profesor &lt;em&gt;Cliff Foreman&lt;/em&gt; from Covenanat. Got to Bo's cute house and met &lt;em&gt;Brynne.&lt;/em&gt; Talked to people a little and went to bed at 1. Guess when I was up? That's right, 5:45 and I couldn't go back to sleep. Then around 7 I heard the sweet voice of my &lt;em&gt;BFF, Marinka &lt;/em&gt;so I finally got up from my bed and went to say Dobre rano. &lt;em&gt;Laura &lt;/em&gt;G came over at 10 or so - woohoo. &lt;em&gt;Eli&lt;/em&gt; came a little after her. Lunch at the park with everyone was great. We walked to the other side of the river and sat by the museum for a little while. A woman looked at me funny when I spoke to David in Slovak. Supper at &lt;em&gt;Gerald and Karen's&lt;/em&gt; was nice. Got to meet Miriam's cute nephew &lt;em&gt;Roger. &lt;/em&gt;Sleep last night wasn't too much fun I must say. I woke up at 3:50 this morning and never really went back to sleep. So here I am hyper and hungry. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201683095170059570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDAXNyHEDTI/AAAAAAAAHGM/i95WvTeaDmM/s320/IMG_1251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201683400112737602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDAXfiHEDUI/AAAAAAAAHGU/RBtjUl4KMIg/s320/IMG_1260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201683679285611858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDAXvyHEDVI/AAAAAAAAHGc/hwQ0qVkUvwQ/s320/IMG_1295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So far all ok. Let me know if you have any questions about stuff I didn't mention. Will update soon again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-5057064508405411577?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/5057064508405411577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=5057064508405411577&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5057064508405411577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/5057064508405411577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-0-and-1.html' title='Day 0 and 1'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SDAXNyHEDTI/AAAAAAAAHGM/i95WvTeaDmM/s72-c/IMG_1251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-2683987541792178811</id><published>2008-05-14T17:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:59:01.059+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot or Not? I say hot. What do you say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WK-H76JeFpA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WK-H76JeFpA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-2683987541792178811?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2683987541792178811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=2683987541792178811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2683987541792178811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2683987541792178811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot-or-not-i-say-hot-what-do-you-say.html' title='Hot or Not? I say hot. What do you say?'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-6659340945658814673</id><published>2008-05-14T13:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:34.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SCrKpyHEDSI/AAAAAAAAHGE/wuowB1a5P5Q/s1600-h/IMG_1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200191538927504674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SCrKpyHEDSI/AAAAAAAAHGE/wuowB1a5P5Q/s400/IMG_1152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-6659340945658814673?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/6659340945658814673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=6659340945658814673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6659340945658814673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6659340945658814673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SCrKpyHEDSI/AAAAAAAAHGE/wuowB1a5P5Q/s72-c/IMG_1152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-4380507958545295794</id><published>2008-05-14T13:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:17:26.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What a sad week this is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear friends and family, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;our dear fish - B - was found dead in his aquarium. Building staff is being interrogated but someone in the office overheard an agent saying that B might have killed himself as a result of depression and pressure of the secret he was hiding inside for a couple days. Did B really kill A? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S: Anyone willing to buy C and D?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-4380507958545295794?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/4380507958545295794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=4380507958545295794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4380507958545295794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/4380507958545295794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-sad-week-this-is.html' title='What a sad week this is'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-914667806690887857</id><published>2008-05-12T13:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:34.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ladies in yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SCgmtiHEDRI/AAAAAAAAHF8/I_wyYMyXjpM/s1600-h/IMG_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199448333491637522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SCgmtiHEDRI/AAAAAAAAHF8/I_wyYMyXjpM/s400/IMG_1076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-914667806690887857?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/914667806690887857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=914667806690887857&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/914667806690887857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/914667806690887857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/ladies-in-yellow.html' title='ladies in yellow'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SCgmtiHEDRI/AAAAAAAAHF8/I_wyYMyXjpM/s72-c/IMG_1076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-924165433697420723</id><published>2008-05-12T10:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:52:34.987+02:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>Our dear fish - A - was found dead in his aquarium this morning. The cause of his death has not been revealed by the ones in charge yet. B is being interrogated as I write to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-924165433697420723?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/924165433697420723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=924165433697420723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/924165433697420723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/924165433697420723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-7348730606960581101</id><published>2008-05-09T21:51:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:35.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A couple weeks ago the heater by Miriam's desk in our Building office started leaking. It got pretty bad. We moved all her stuff to another desk and put a nice blue bucket under the heater to catch the water. Then one day we realized that it was too small and we were going to be gone for a longer time. We looked and looked and we found a bigger container that we used instead of the wonderful blue bucket. Someone (DAN!) had a wonderful idea. &lt;em&gt;Let's buy fish and make it into an aquarium!!!&lt;/em&gt; And sure enough, this afternoon, I went ahead, got some nice red stones, golden fish and prepared a surprise for Miriam... A couple hours she noticed what we did. Loved it... I hope.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198473771688786258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SCSwWkex-VI/AAAAAAAAHFs/kT58moIRSGk/s320/IMG_0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Meet A and B. The Fish. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198474570552703330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SCSxFEex-WI/AAAAAAAAHF0/C7MkJ92CM24/s320/IMG_0821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-7348730606960581101?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/7348730606960581101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=7348730606960581101&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7348730606960581101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/7348730606960581101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/surprise.html' title='Surprise?'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SCSwWkex-VI/AAAAAAAAHFs/kT58moIRSGk/s72-c/IMG_0820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-9160825114536629840</id><published>2008-05-07T18:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:02:33.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving something Slovak? Let us know, we'll bring it for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello y'all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked and received. I am writing to you with great news - we all got our visa today. Praise God! The ladies at the embassy were very nice and spoke perfect Slovak. The interviews were short, they only asked us a few easy questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for your prayers. We ask you to continue praying for our health - Roman is currently in the hospital where the doctors are running tests and trying to find the right treatment for his health problems. Mata and the baby seem to be doing fine so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful to our Lord, Petra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-9160825114536629840?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/9160825114536629840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=9160825114536629840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/9160825114536629840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/9160825114536629840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-yall-we-asked-and-received.html' title='Craving something Slovak? Let us know, we&apos;ll bring it for you!'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-2002850399659146097</id><published>2008-05-06T20:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:35.448+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SCCrCJtnBYI/AAAAAAAAHFk/VAOvLZ5GNMM/s1600-h/Slovak+Flag+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197342023440860546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SCCrCJtnBYI/AAAAAAAAHFk/VAOvLZ5GNMM/s320/Slovak+Flag+Boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just wanted to share with you all that if I get visa tomorrow I'll be gone for about 3 months or so. I've never been out of Slovakia for that long. How nice... or not. We'll see. Not that I'm freaking out about it. I'm not. I'm just wondering what will it feel like. I'll make sure to let you know. I think it's going to be fun. I wonder if I'll have a culture shock. Can anything really shock me after a couple years of working with Americans and living with an American family? People say that the size of everything is going to be overwhelming. Can't wait to see and taste that :) Loudness is another thing that people mention. Oh my, I'll totally blog about things that shock me... if I get the visa tomorrow of course. Hey, how about y'all suggest things that might be shoking and I'll make sure to pay attention to them? OK, deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-2002850399659146097?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2002850399659146097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=2002850399659146097&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2002850399659146097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2002850399659146097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-wanted-to-share-with-you-all-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SCCrCJtnBYI/AAAAAAAAHFk/VAOvLZ5GNMM/s72-c/Slovak+Flag+Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-2537718117112113917</id><published>2008-05-02T20:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:03:45.478+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thought I'd remind you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... that if we get the visa on Wednesday we'll be flying to the US in exactly two weeks. Quite unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-2537718117112113917?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2537718117112113917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=2537718117112113917&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2537718117112113917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/2537718117112113917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-thought-id-remind-you.html' title='Just thought I&apos;d remind you...'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-9028273325648545333</id><published>2008-04-28T21:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:35.925+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.. that Gucci actually makes nice looking women's sneakers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194386939912323650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SBYrZptnAkI/AAAAAAAAG9c/8ksYPB2bdds/s320/gucci+sneakers+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I want these!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-9028273325648545333?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/9028273325648545333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=9028273325648545333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/9028273325648545333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/9028273325648545333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/04/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know...'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SBYrZptnAkI/AAAAAAAAG9c/8ksYPB2bdds/s72-c/gucci+sneakers+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-1584742949293306521</id><published>2008-04-22T19:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:31:04.841+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny and educational</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3HsFipCm9tI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3HsFipCm9tI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-1584742949293306521?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/1584742949293306521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=1584742949293306521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1584742949293306521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/1584742949293306521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-and-educational.html' title='Funny and educational'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-8624011259280169972</id><published>2008-04-22T12:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:18:53.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the Ecumenical Youth Meeting that we had at church on Saturday night Marek offered to take out the trash. We were the last people to leave, it was dark and somewhat cold. If you felt sorry for Marek I hope it's gone. If not then I'm pretty sure I can make it go away. Here's what happened - we walked out and and the &lt;em&gt;boys &lt;/em&gt;(Marek, Palo and Juraj Klementovic) being in a good mood acted like 5 year olds. Marek decided it would be fun to hit them with a bag full of trash. And don't &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;think it's fun to hit people riding bikes with full trash bags?! Marek hit Palo while he was on his bike. Not only the bag broke and the trash went all over the place but Palo fell off the bike. Do you still feel sorry for Marek? His face in that picture is not supposed to communicate - Oh, what a pitty, I'm going to help them clean up. It's supposed to yell - What an idiot I am! &lt;em&gt;(Please don't take these comments too seriously.. I'm not trying to offend anyone.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-8624011259280169972?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/8624011259280169972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=8624011259280169972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8624011259280169972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/8624011259280169972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_22.html' title='!'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-9002805533186819755</id><published>2008-04-20T08:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:36.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SArjuplqObI/AAAAAAAAG9U/00vFyAvmcH0/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191211911075215794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SArjuplqObI/AAAAAAAAG9U/00vFyAvmcH0/s400/IMG_0464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Would anyone like to take a wild guess about what happened? I'll give you some good chocolate if you get the answer right. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-9002805533186819755?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/9002805533186819755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=9002805533186819755&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/9002805533186819755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/9002805533186819755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/SArjuplqObI/AAAAAAAAG9U/00vFyAvmcH0/s72-c/IMG_0464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715550339455804756.post-6205670876469366397</id><published>2008-04-20T08:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:23:23.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Petra is tired and has a headache</title><content type='html'>...anyone interested in joining my misery?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3715550339455804756-6205670876469366397?l=petratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/feeds/6205670876469366397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3715550339455804756&amp;postID=6205670876469366397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6205670876469366397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3715550339455804756/posts/default/6205670876469366397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petratt.blogspot.com/2008/04/petra-is-tired-and-has-headache.html' title='Petra is tired and has a headache'/><author><name>Petra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810846134355636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8URb2WgKrTw/TTQh167m6EI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/hqS8eoQ85QE/S220/132525ch03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
