Feliz Navidad in France: The homes

We arrived at Patrick´s brother Luic´s home in La Baule around 2 pm on Christmas Eve. Luic picked us up in a Hummer H2. It´s about the hugest car I´ve ever ridden in. Max got to drive it home and I got to sit in the front. He tried to make it peel out for me, but a car that size just can´t. Luckily, the round abouts in France are mostly made of cement, otherwise the car would have driven over various plants and animals as we went around (over) them.

Luic´s home is gorgeous! Everything in it was art. Every room had a theme, every color complimented each stained piece of oak floor. You walk in through the kitchen, which was relatively plain. It had white tiles, basic granite countertops. One wall was painted with old European looking apartments. The hall you enter from here runs down the length of the house. It was painted a goldish-yellow and had 4 foot jewel encrusted lizards placed along either side, made to look like they were crawling at you. On the other side of the hallway is the dining room. It had lush green carpet and a long dining table that must have seated 30. One wall had a buffet on it the other was all windows, looking out onto the yard that was obviously being worked on. To the right of the dining room is sort of a nicer living area, all these spaces are quite open and one whole side of the house is basically windows. In the living area, there´s a set of pastel apolstered chairs with a coffee table. Behind it sits a round table with a large, round, domed skylight directly above. There´s a sort of glass partition that separates this table area from the hall. After the table area, there are a few more comfy chairs and then you hit the game room. All dark and manly looking, a foosball table sits on a dark wood floor, sort of a left turn from the hallway and there´s a sitting area and pool table in front of that. To the left of the game area was the door to the INDOOR pool, complete with it´s own bathroom, sauna, etc. To the right of the game room and at the end of the hallway is a sunken living room for movies and family time with a big wrap around couch and an open fire pit, inside, yes. There´s also a bar tucked back in the corner. So, that´s the downstairs...

You get upstairs through two different taircases in the main hallway. The first is just before the bar in the hallway, a large dark wood staircase, walls painted in bright colors, lots of shapes all over. Sort of a collage wall. The second staircase is almost at the beginning of the hall, which is where I walked up mostly, so I´ll start the description from there. At teh top of the stairs, if you turned left there would be 3 doors. The floor was a dark hardwood also, with bright yellow, green and red mosaic tiles inlaid as a sort of border. My room was on teh left side at the end of the hall. It had a sun theme. There was a little sitting area a huge bed, my own wading pool sixed bathtub... it was awesome and perfect for the day I spent in it alone waiting for my ride home : ) On the right side of the hall was Gail´s (Luic´s son´s) room and a bathroom. I never went into Gail´s room, but it seemed to go quite far back into the house. To the right side of the hall were 2 more bedrooms: Luic and Marie Claire´s and one that seemed to be sort of red themed, where Max stayed. If you continued up the stairs there was one more bedroom that belonged to a daughter who´s moved out. It was all sort of Indian themed with tan walls and dark purple, orange and green stensiling.

On the other side of the hallway upstairs was the main bathroom to the right and a wall of windows opposite. Just before the staircase on the right side (the big staircase) was a room sort of tucked off to the side. It hade a door with a rounded frame at the top and looked quite mythical, similar to something from the movie Nanny McPhee. There was one larger bed and bunch little ones, no doubt a spot for a family to bunk. On teh otehr side of the staircase there was another room on the end of the house with more crazy bright colors and lots of beds. Further along that was was the library, which was just a plain room with books. In the far left corner of the hallway upstairs was a sliding glass door that lead into an upperdeck of the pool where a bunch of workout equipment was situated.

So, that was where I stayed.

On Christmas day we had lunch with Papi (Patrick´s father) at his girlfriends home. It was gogeous too, in a different way. Right on a cliff overlooking the beach. It reminded me of a much more homey version of Anne Bancrofts home in Great Expectations. The backyard was large and green with a stone patio in the corner to sit and watch the waves. A spiral staircase ran up throught the house to 2 more levels. The hallways were tiny and just let you right into each room. So Triplets of Belleville, I guess too. There were large paintings on every wall and little statues on every table. Just enchanting.

Those were the homes we visited. Sorry if it´s a bit boring, but I want to remember them. I didn´t take any pics because that´s a bit of a privacy invasion I think. But, my next blog should be more exciting when I talk about food and handling your alcohol. Kisses!

For my GF Bruins

It´s 5:15 a.m. in Tajonar, Pamplona, España, Europe, World, Universe. I can´t sleep. You know how sometimes your mind just won´t turn off... yeah. I was perusing myspace and discovered Fitch had put together a little slide show. It really made me miss my friends from home. Let me share a few of the pics that pinged my heart strings...

In the first one we´ve got Team Tina with Lizzo behind the camara. God I love those gals! It was the best weekend of forfeits ever. I still haven´t heard back from that damn tourney director. "Tina comin´through" homeslices. I have never seen another ponytail bounce quite like Shai´s. I was telling Em here about the "softball card" today and how I used to give shimmy the shout out "Shaiiii" and she´d holla back, "heeeeyyyyy." And there´s the ever sweating Fitch-meister past yours truly and my mean mug. Remember our accordian parties at the old A.P.T.? And "Thunder clap, thunder thigh"? We are so weird. How about when you mysteriously showed up and started playing basketball freshman year. I don´t even remember how we became friends, I think it just was. And who could forget Liz´s choice phrases, "my fave-reet color iz nee-on yella," or that kick ass Ali impersonation. Or possibly when she decided to do an interpretive dance for devotion and practically gave Christine a lap dance? Priceless, I´m laughing out loud.

The next pic just makes me think of friends in general. Liz has a weird left eye, possibly a sprained face from an open mouth smile. Kimbo is attempting the open mouth smile, but a little late, so looks more like a turtle mouth. Tiniest mouth ever! Shai, as always, just happy to be in the picture and being all beautiful and photogenic.

Now the last one is the toughest to look at. I believe this was my junior year of hoops. I think that was the "bangs" era anyway. I think we´re at the original Fitcherosa, before the big move into town. S and T Fitch always knew how to treat us when we came through town. I think I´ve had a heart to heart with Scott Fitch everytime I´m in Ritzville. Of course, who knows if he´s actually heard me or if he´s just nodding to move things along ; ) I´m rockin´the Ritzville sweats from my first visit here in Spain. Who´d a thunk it, the Broncos runnin´ with the bulls?

Was our team really that small or was someone missing from this picture? Either way it makes me want to be there, right there, right now. All of us together, just hanging out, maybe a hug here or there. I can actually feel being in a picture with you girls. We had one almost every pre-game meal: shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. I could just tuck you all in for a signature Darby bosom hug right now. Sigh, croon.

Sorry this is a bit sentimental and a little focused to certain people, but it´s my blog dern it.

Otras... I´m back in Spain for New Years, woot woot. I´ll get a Christmas blog up tomorrow hopefully, but right now my hands are too cold. No pictures really for the next blog, but lots of food to describe for good G-ma Mary and tales of my attempts not to get drunk but still try everything. Rough duty...

Have fun during the holiday basketball season and go to the LSI for me and ask whoever´s blogging why I´m not there, he he he. Lemme know how all the teams are and which fancy name coaches come. Fill me in on the L.O. tourney also and how the girls are shaping up this year for H.S. Did someone take Kevin Love´s knee out yet? Oh yeah, it´s the Singler/Love Sr. year, keep me posted on that. Any personal updates on GFU ball are most fabulous of course. Peace in the middle east!

Ireland: Day 3

I was pretty tuckered out by Monday morning in Ireland. It´s funny though, when you have no one to complain to, you just don´t do it. I suppose I must have called Em or texted Iñaki a few times or emailed home saying how cold it was, but for the most part, my mood was good.

I wanted to go to the Guinness Brewery and Kilmainham Jail for day 3 and possibly hit up a concert Liz recommended. The two sites are in the same area of Dublin, so I started walking... and I walked... and I walked... and couldn´t seem to get where I wanted to go. I kept pulling out my map and checking streets and I seemed to be on the right path. Finally, after passing through a neighborhood and an industrial district, I hit the Guinness Brewery headquarters. Then and there, I decided I don´t give a crap about how beer is made and just took a picture of the outside. Oddly enough, I asked Whitney a beer brewing question once I got to Norway and you know what she said... "you should have gone on the Guinness Tour." Anyhow, here´s a picture...

A short tale... The tour guide at the castle told us that Guinness´s symbol, the harp, is also the sort of mascot of Ireland. When Guinness wanted to use it as well, the government said no thanks. So, Guinness got all clever and mearly turned the harp to face in the opposite direction of the government symbol and there you have it.

Directly across the street from the headquarters, on the window sill of a ramshackle old home, I found this photo opp, which I find funny on so many levels and I hope you do too...

So, I trudged along looking for Kilmainham Jail, and found it about 20 minutes later way on the edge of town. It´s most famous for having many political prisoners and executing them during the time of the Irish uprising from England. One of the most famous is Charles Parnell, who was said to be "the un-crowned king of Ireland", for his popular political opinions. Also, another interesting fact: during the "potato famine", this jail was incredibly crowded. And, not because the level of crime went up, because people were hungry. Jail was the only place you could get 3 meals a day. Small crimes would be commited and people would go to jail on purpose. Not that it was a picnic, but better than the outside world. A picture from the front...

Here is what a corridor of cells looks like...

Here´s one of the main halls that has been used in various films throughout the years. The large window at the top is due to the fact that at the time it was built, psychologists felt sunlight helped to cure prisoners of their mental illness of crime. It made for a pretty picture anyway...

And now, a love story... Joseph Plunkett was a famous political prisoner who was executed in Kilmainham. Before he was arrested, he was engaged to be married to Grace Gifford. On the day of his execution, the prison allowed her to come to the jail´s chapel, Plunkett was waiting at the alter and they got married, had a few minutes alone and then he was taken to be executed. Tear, sniff, honk! Years later, good ól Grace did some political uprising of her own and found herself landed in a cell as well. She was quite an artist and painted this on her cell wall during her imprisonment...

I finished up there around 1 or so and headed back into town, by bus, and wound up at Yamamouri, an excellent Japanese restaurant. I got the best ramen of all time and some green tea ice cream, yay!

Another movie was in order and I saw "Breaking and Entering" with Jude Law, Robin Wright Penn and Julliete B... the lady from Chocolate. It was ok, sort of a downer. Not recommended necessarily.

I was off from my hostel at 4:30 the next morning and on my way to see little Whitty, in her little town, wearing her very little jeans. ; )

The Harlem ARC Choir

Last night Kim took me to see the Harlem ARC Choir at the Baluarte, like Keller at home, but a bit smaller. I didn´t quite know what to expect because she wasn´t sure if she had tickets to the ballet or a concert or what. We just went...

It was awesome! I couldn´t find site about the group online, but it was just as you might picture it. About 10 people from Harlem and their choir director just standing on stage singing their hearts out. They wore maroon and gold colored robes, many of which were a little too small for the ladies. They´d start singing and every once in a while, someone from the group would walk out and take the mic for a solo. It was all in english too!

Well, all except for a few feeble attempts. I think my favorite part of the night was when an older gentleman took the song home and when it finished he yelled, gracias into the mic with his lovely accent, making it sound like Graw-see-us. And then, another member of the group was singing her praises and sort of improvising and sang, "I don´t care if you call him Hay-soos, I call him Gee-zus, amen, amen, amen."

Dad, I almost ran up on stage and shouted, "I woan be a preacher!" just for you!

There was also a Jaleel White look alike who was quite good. More of a Stephan than a Steve Urkell though. He got done singing once, passed the mic and did a little jig with his fast little feet. It sort of got me feeling Christmassy.

Alas, today I sent a package and some letters home and listened to the Cinnamon Bear and now I´m a bit down. I came to the university to get some work done and forgot my password, so now I´m blogging. I better go get that password.

Ireland: Day 2

This entry will be mostly photos because I have tons and want you all to see them. I´m still working on getting the videos to show up directly in my blog, and have another one to link to for ya. Anyhow, let´s commence...

My second day in the land of green clovers, purple hearts and blue diamonds began with some instant coffee and piece of bread at the hostel. I quickly decided that breakfast there was not safe. I headed out at about 10 am Sunday morning and walked everywhere.

My first stop was Trinity College to check out The Book of Kells. No pictures allowed of the book, but here is a shot of my favorite building on campus...

Here is a shot of the school crest and I don´t know what it means, but maybe you can find it here.

Next stop was Grafton Street for a bit of shopping. It was all decked out for Christmas and had some music going on as well. Here´s a link to my video of some of the music I heard while walking down the street.

At the end of that street lies a large park called St. Stephen´s Green. Here is a shot from outside...

And one from inside...

At this point it started to rain... a lot. So, I headed back to my hostel to take cover and on my way, it stopped. I got a couple pictures on O´Connel Street, right by my hostel, at that point. Here´s the fancy looking post office...

This shot is a huge pilar that stands in the middle of teh street on a median. There wasn´t much of a plaque, but it seemed to be donated by someone and people were touching it as they passed, so maybe it´s good luck? Anyhow, I like the picture...

Did you know they have Quiznos in Ireland? Well, they do. And, since I thought it might not be anotehr 8 months until I´d get a Turkey Ranch and Swiss on wheat, I was lame and got one instead of testing out Irish food.

After lunch came more sites, like Dublin castle...

I took the tour, which was cheap and OK. The building is still used for government functions and is pretty modern on the inside. The original was midevil, but burnt down, so this new one is largely Georgian in style. There are still some remains of the old castle, but just foundation and they look like a pile of rocks to me.

I took a pic from outside the Christ Church Cathedral because Rick Steves said the inside wasn´t worth it...

And here´s a picture of St. Patrick´s Cathedral, which I wanted to go in, but it was closed...

Finally, I was cold, wet and hungry, so I grabbed a snack and headed back to the movie theatre. I saw "The Departed", which was awesome. But, I thought Jack Nicholson was bad, which is rare for me. The young ones, especially Leo carried it (I have a new found love for him now) and Mark Walburg and Alec Baldwin should be nominated for their supporting roles, so funny!

On a side note, today was such a fun day! Iñaki and I drove all over NE Navarra and I got tons of great pictures. Then I met up with Kim and we went to the Harlem ARC choir, performing at the Baluarte in town. It was awesome. I´ll have to do more of a literary entry on that tomorrow.

I hope all is well at home. I miss you!

Whit´s got skills

So, I couldn´t quite figure out how to embed a video in my blog, but they are uploaded to Youtube and you can view them at their respective URLs.

I wanted to give everyone a first hand account of how Whitney is doing in Norway on her team. This first video is of her excellent offenssive kills and then a play of the team on D. Gotta love the right handed jump hook big sissy handed down, eh?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAlfAl-KvuY

This second video really shows how Whitney has improved this year and how much this experience is helping her grow as a player...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVVx8ASuTmg

A chip off the old wobbly block! I´ll post more on Ireland now soon : )

Hostel take over

As you already read, I had quite an introduction to Dublin with Angus and the fanny slappers. Now, I want to give you the full picture as far as my hostel goes. So, to begin this long journey that is blogging... my journey, here is a picture from the street outside Brown´s Hostel...That´s me in the corner, or my shadow rather, taking the picture. Next up is the inside of my hostel. Oddly enough, though my dorm was called "Carrick", I think it was secretly the "Scarface Room." I slept with a huge poster of Al Pacino next to my head and there was another poster of the film on the right as you walk into the room. It´s very welcoming when you think about it. Tony Montana was a very giving man... sharing his cocaine, protecting his sister from men because he secretly loved her, smacking Michelle around a little, oh and only kicking your ass if you really owed him money. Afterall, his most memorable line is, "say hello to my little friend." Hello Tony, hello. Pics...

This bottom one is the view from my bed, number 819 (top bunk, yessss!) towards the front door.

My bed was just fine. And, other than the putrid smell in the lobby, and the water being shut off for 3 days, and my scary Russian roommates who would wake up crying and shrieking odd things in Russian, it was a dandy stay!

All right, I´ll address these things. The putrid smell reminded me of (disgusting description coming...) what a casserole of roquefort cheese, sweatsocks and puke might make a home smell like after baking for 2 hours and then being left on the table for an hour. I literally had to hold my breath in certain areas of the hostel so I wouldn´t dry heave. That was mostly downstairs though. My dorm smelled fine, until the water was shut off. This left us no option but to "do our business", myself and 15 other girls that is, and leave it until the toilet was able to flush again. I think I brushed my teeth like 4 times in 3 days. I didn´t take a shower until I got to Whit, so from Saturday morning to Tuesday night. I could literally take my ponytail out and it would stay in the shape of a ponytail, sans hair tie. It was gross. And then there were the odd roommates. They would speak in Russian sometimes and english others, but one of them woke up screaming and crying in the middle of the night, yelling in Russian. It was a bit scary the first night, but I got used to it.

I was a little nervous to be out too late at night on my own, so no bar scene for this gal. But, in hind sight, I don´t think anyone would have bothered me, but rather, may have thought I was homeless or about to mug them. Here´s what I wore almost the whole time in Dublin... I know, red snowflake gloves just scream badass!

I was going for an "Ashlee Simpson, I don´t care how I look, I´m fabulous because I´m me" kind of look. I think I pulled it off.

My first night was fairly uneventful, but nice. I started out at about 5, walking all over my area, getting a tourist map and checking things out. I was located about 5 blocks off the main drag, O´Connel Street, and within a 15 minute walk of all the good shopping and some cool sites. I got to go to an english movie! I ended up going every night, but the first one I saw was Stranger than Fiction. I really liked it. A nice branch out for Will Ferrel and I always love Maggie Gyllenhal.

Here´s a nice pic from the O´Connel bridge looking down the River Liffey on my first night...

DublinDoesn´t it just make you want to hug a leprechaun and drink some Guinness? I love this picture! I really lucked out because I didn´t use the flash and all the right things are in focus I think.

Anyhoo, that was my first night. I´ll post day 2 later, but I need to get some Christmas shopping done and unplug the drain in my bathroom. The sink is so clogged that the standing water doesn´t even drain after I wait a while. Lets hope I got mom´s genes as far as being handy goes. Dad can certainly run a 10k, but making things work is not his strong suit. Love you!

Back and in effect

Hola folks! I´m home in Spain, yay! I have soooooooo many blogs to write. So, be patient with me, they will come. Meantime, maybe Whits is going to blog a few... her link is in my new links section to the right. Love to all!

A quick note from Norge

Hi friends and fams! Whit's at practice right now, so I thought I'd drop everyone a line from Norway. The weather is pretty crummy, but Whit and I have had a few events each day, so we're not doing too bad. Mostly, it's just nice to be with my sister for a little while so close to Christmas.

Yesterday we had a hilarious experience, or at least we thought it was... we strolled down to the fish market to sample some of the excellent Norwegian salmon we've been hearing about. We get down there and step up to the counter, finding a man who speaks english. We chose a chunk of smoked salmon and he wrapped it up for us. When he returned, he asked us, in his nice Norwegian accent, "Where you from?" Whit answered, "The states." The man nodded and asked us, "I have some salmon I smoke for myself and you can have a taste." He went behind an island in the center of the fish pavillion and pulled out his special smoked salmon and sliced off a couple of tastes for us. Then we tried to say bye and thanks, but he just went on his merry way and forgot about us.

It was so funny. Why did he even ask us where we were from if all he wanted to do was give us a taste of his salmon? Maybe you had to be there, but it was all quite odd. So, we got our chunk of salmon and a taste of his and were on our way back into the cold, laughing our asses off.

Tomorrow we're going to Oslo with the team. I'm so excited to see Whit play! I'm going to try to take some video with my camera and post it, but who knows how that will go. She'll probably get to stay in Oslo with me until Monday too, the rest of the team leaves Sunday. So, that'll be nice, maybe we'll get to do something cool there, or get more tastes of old fishermen's salmon. Ha ha ha!

I've got lots of pics and stories from Dublin and some from here that I'll post and blog about when I get home to Spain.

I hope everyone's holiday seasons are going well. I'm starting to miss home a bit, since it's this time of year and all. So, know you're missed and thought of daily. Love to ya!

Darby Cave and the Fanny Slappers

I realize I'm supposed to be on vacation right now and having a blast and soaking up Irish culture, but I have a story that I just can't let pass me by. Since I packed almost nothing, a pen and paper are not at hand and I have to blog this. It could rival my "luggage store" story, but since this is a first draft, it may be a bit weak. With time, I may embellish it enough to send to my girl Tina Fey.

I arrived at Brown's Hostel this afternoon around 3:15, Ireland time, an hour earlier than in Spain. I found it fairly easily and pushed the creaky glass paned door open to have a putrid smell fill my sensitive nose. I figured that might just be the smell of most hostels, as this is my first one. A group of Spanish tourists, 5 of them, were ahead of me to check in. They spoke broken english with the clerk, and I thought about translating, but lacked the courage.

A girl named Maria kept saying, "we paid two, 9 for 1 18 for 2..." The clerk kept saying, "oh I know you're fucking me over so bad right now..." in his lovely Irish accent. As I stood in line behind the group, two girls walk in from inside the hostel. One was shorter, with a ponytail and a smile, the second was tall with a trucker's hat and a spike sticking out of the left side of her lower lip. Both held mugs filled with wine and had purple teeth.

The tall one says, "hey Angus, how's it going up here?" The clerk looks up and tells her to, "shut the fuck up." This sends both girls into hysterics and they settle in on the table with all the maps in the corner to further comment on the clerk's situation. Angus asks, "so, did you find out what that smell is?" (Ah, so it doesn't usually smell like this...). The short one answered, "yes, it's the roof." "What?" says Angus. "Yes, the roof," says the tall one, "I was sure you'd have seen us, I positioned my ass just so in fromt of the camera for you," as she bends over and shows him. Both the girls giggled, and Angus frantically tries to get the Spanish tourists checked in, rolling his eyes at the girls.

It takes another 10 minutes or so to get everything figured out and Angus gets up to show the group to their room. The girls say, "Angus, you have customers waiting," referring to me. Angus walks up to me and grabs my shoulders, squeezes them, and strokes my face twice with his right hand, sayimg, "thank you for waiting loyal customer," then turns and walks away. I laughed nervously and started talking to the girls, as they laughed at Angus' gesture. "So, how long have you two been here?" The short one says 3 weeks and the tall one 5 months. They both work in Dublin and live at the hostel because it's so cheap.

Angus returns... "Ok, who's next?" He says, though I'm the only person at the desk. He takes my info and starts searching for my name. "Darby," he says, "Darby Cave? Wow, you're parents sure didn't like you." I said, "What, I like my name." Of course, he busts out, "Darby O'Gill and the Little People, I love that movie, toy tah tah toy." The girls say, "what? That's a movie?" And Angus explains it. "What's your last name Angus?" the tall one asks. "O'Donnel" he answers. Angus decides to use my full name at all times at this point and tries to say it a lot, "Darby Cave, here's your room number, Darby Cave, and breakfast, Darby Cave, is served at 8 until 10, Darby Cave, accept on Sundays, Darby Cave, it's 9-11, Darby Cave, because God was a lazy bastard..." and on and on.

"Darby Cave huh?" The tall one chimes, "That sounds like a singer's name." A new customer walks in and she turns to him and says, "Hi, this is Darby Cave, she's debuting tonight and will be here all week." Angus starts describing to me that I'm in the Carrick dorm and the girls squeel, "oh that's where we are, it's a good one!" Angus cuts in, "watch out though, these two are fanny slappers." We all laugh. Another customer walks in and Angus says, "Hello, I'm Angus O'Donnel and this is Darby Cave and the Fanny Slappers, they'll be here all week."

That's all I can remember of the dialogue now... hopefully more hilarity will come to me as I sleep in my top bunk in the back of the Carrick dorm at Brown's Hostel tonight. I left there at about 5 tonight and walked around downtown and got a toursits map. I also got to see an english movie, yay! There aint no dubbin' in Dublin. Stranger than Fiction. I really liked it. I'll probably go see another tomorrow night. Thanks to my GFU student ID with no date on it, I can get in for 6 Euros, yesssssss! I've got to get them in when I can, I sure do miss going to movies. Spanish ones are good too, but I usually get sleepy trying so hard to understand.

I'm not sure what's on tap for tomorrow, but I want to see the book of Kells and go to the Guiness Brewery at some point. I'll blog more when I get home, or maybe tomorrow, who knows. Kiss me, I'm Irish!

Being a doer

I´ve spent the last week being more of a doer than a stop and tell everyone about it... er. So, the blog has been really lame lately. But, I still have pictures to post from Vitoria and an awesome dinner of Spanish-Mexican food. That will all have to wait, unfortunately, until I get back from Dublin/Norway, on the 12th. We´re heading to France tonight to spend the night and I leave from Biarritz at 1 pm. 2 days on my own in Ireland and then I head to Norway on the 5th to see little Whitty. I´m so excited! Wish me luck, though I know I´ll be in the land of clovers and Lepprachans (how do you spell that?). Have a great weekend, week and weekend everyone! Tootles.