tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44894216550748756072024-03-13T04:20:04.038-05:00Thrift Store Horror!The dubious and absurd side of thrift store shopping.Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-69242175587585133652012-05-20T12:47:00.000-05:002012-05-20T12:47:00.469-05:00Retro Recall: Nothing says beautiful like floating sludge…While pondering the resurrection of this blog, I went through all of the archives and found some of my favorite posts. I thought it would be appropriate to revamp them a little and post them again in honor of my original mission. So here is the first in a series I like to call Retro Recall. <br />
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I should have known better than to pick this damn thing up, but I just couldn’t resist. It was gaudy enough in itself, with the oodles of roses and all, but then I saw it. The sludge. Notice the dark yellow at the bottom of this thing. And the ghostly floaty cloud. Yep. That there is a cloud of coagulated goo. Apparently by picking it up, I had awakened the slime creature of the deep. So I did that most of us would<br />
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Ugh. That sent clouds gelatinous muck floating all over which, in all honesty made me gag a little. (shudder) Seriously? Why is this for sale? Find me one person who sees this and says “OMG!, Floating chunks of mucus! and ballet?! I have been looking for one of these, Score!” <b><i></i></b><br />
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Just so you were all aware, this game belongs to Jarrold. Apparently our friend Jarrold is not ashamed to admit he likes to play with fire. Shame Jarrold. Shame. <br />
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And visions of alien abductions danced through their heads. I believe it is best if we just keep moving forward at this point. How about we change things up and sit down for a nice little game of... oh for crying out loud. I give up. <br />
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If you were a previous reader of this blog, or know me personally, you will know that clowns, (like dolls) creep me out. They always have, but a trend in horror movie clowns hasn't exactly helped. If you've watched Zombieland, you will know what I mean.<br />
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Until then, have a fabulous day and thrift on, my minions! hehe. I've always wanted to say that. In all seriousness, have a fantastic day and I'll see you on the flip side. </div>Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-10516106562083219192012-05-07T21:36:00.000-05:002012-05-07T21:36:00.593-05:00Zoned OutYou tend to find some of the craziest stuff a thrift store has to offer in the knick knack aisle. I know there are tons of people who really dig knick knackery, but to me, a lot of them are like dolls and clowns. Crazy creepy!<br />
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When I saw this particular specimen, I first thought maybe someone slipped her a roofie. She is apparently oblivious to the book in her lap and her hands oddly at her sides (with freakish fingers by the way!!) - she's obviously out of it. Or she saw something particularly mesmerizing in the sky... a UFO?...an intriguing skywriter?...Maybe just sleeping with her eyes open? (shudder)<br />
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Actually, if you happened to be a child of the 80's, which I am, the first thing I thought of was The Dark Crystal. If you haven't watched it, then you should do so. I loved it as a kid! (Love it slightly less as an adult, but it shaped my world view back then so it still ranks high).. anyway... if you HAVE seen it, you may remember the whole "skeksis are the bad guys and creepily drain the essence from other creatures and create soulless minions" part." If you haven't seen the movie, that sounds pretty effed up, but if you have, you totally get it! anyhoodles... this knick knackery makes me think of that. See exhibit A. :</div>
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#1 - someone else's mouth has been on it.<br />
#2 - it's nearly impossible to sanitize (very important for us with OCD tendencies!!!)<br />
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#4 - if you are sick enough to require one of these, you will get one in the hospital! guaranteed! so WHY in the hell would you feel the need to buy a used one from an anonymous stranger?!?<br />
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I am able to offer absolutely NO insight as to why one would feel the need to pick one of these up secondhand. Then again... I guess that is the whole purpose of this blog. There is a lot of unexplainable things out there in thrift store land. But that's all part of the adventure!!!Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-53508751191104162012-05-02T23:35:00.003-05:002012-05-02T23:35:49.982-05:00<br />
It has been well over a year since we have posted anything here on Thrift Store Horror. A combination of life, conflicts and other things have made this once entertaining endeavor a complication. Today, at work, a co-worker asked me if she should still keep an eye out for the type of insanity that one can only find on a thrift store shelf. My first reaction was... "now is not the time..we have this big project at work, (insert more excuses here)" and later I thought about it. Oh Hell No! I thought.... I still love thrifting, and I still love snark, and I still enjoy typing my ramblings for a potentially imaginary audience, so I have decided YES! Thrift Store Horror WILL live on! Under a "re-arranged management" so to speak, my original vision for this creative outlet of sarcasm and snark will once again become a reality. <br />
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So, prepare yourselves, readers, for I am back and I am still as full of piss and vinegar as I always was and while my life is not necessarily any less chaotic, my sense of humor and drive is in much better shape than a year ago and I am ready to come back and amuse you all to the fullest extent of my ability. I will make no promises about the regularity or the quality of my posts as this is an entertaining and not a pressure inducing venture for me, but I still whole hardheartedly encourage you to send me photos, stories, and anything else that tickles your funny bone. Humor and laughter are all part of what makes life worth living, and I fully intend to spread both of those as much as I am able to. So, that said.... give me a day or two to get my bearings (blogger has changed EVERYTHING in the last year!) and I will be back and better than ever!<br />
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Yes, It is quite literally a cabbage bowl. Not that I’m against cabbage, in fact I’m quite fond of it in many forms, (cole slaw anyone? egg rolls?) but I can’t for the life of me imagine the need for a life sized ceramic cabbage container. Collectors may differ, but I’ll stick with the Superbowl. Way better parties. (and commercials)<br />
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If you know me at all, you will know how much I LOVE my cup of coffee in the morning.<br />
Like Snuffles, the dog from Quick Draw McGraw (if you happen to be old enough to remember that) coffee practically does the same thing for me that treats do for him. <br />
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So when I saw this, it just made me cringe. I’m all for good coffee smelling candles. But suspending these poor coffee beans in goo? Not so much. It looks like one of those jars you would find in a science lab with things floating in it. Or rabbit poo, floating in goo. (hehe, that rhymes) Not even the little chunk of ribbon can make this pretty. <br />
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I can practically hear them yelling for someone to set them free! <br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997745404/" title="this is an abuse of coffee close up"><img alt="this is an abuse of coffee close up" border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/4147/4997745404_53f745433e.jpg" /></a>Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-85697418570116688182011-01-26T08:00:00.000-06:002011-01-26T08:00:05.389-06:00Scary Clowns of the Day<p> Thought of this post recently while watching  <a href="http://www.travelchannel.com/TV_Shows/Ghost_Adventures">Ghost Adventures</a> with Lisa.  They stopped at the <a href="http://vintageroadtrip.blogspot.com/2009/10/vintage-roadside-bunks-down-at-clown.html">Clown Motel</a>.  (shudder)  </p> <p>As far as I can tell, there is only 2 schools of thought regarding clowns.  One who love them and regards them as delightful and fun and think of parades and the circus.  Then there are those from the other camp who think clowns are scary as hell.  Maybe it’s because we’ve watched Stephen King’s “IT” one too many times.  For all you clown fans out there… please… let me know what the attraction is, because all I see is a whole lotta creepy. </p> <p> <br /><a title="bigfoot hobo clown" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997227801/"><img border="0" alt="bigfoot hobo clown" src="http://static.flickr.com/4113/4997227801_7116d07bd9.jpg" /></a> <br /> <br /><a title="is it just me or does he look a little stoned" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997686024/"><img border="0" alt="is it just me or does he look a little stoned" src="http://static.flickr.com/4091/4997686024_42122cd476.jpg" /></a></p> Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-38558415376542330602011-01-24T22:32:00.000-06:002011-01-24T22:32:41.687-06:00Pig? Fish? Maybe Just Pish.We're baaaaccckkk! <br />
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After a ridiculously long hiatus, Thrift Store Horror is back with some new thriftastic crap for your enjoyment. And as a bonus, Lisa has returned with some commentary on some of the crap we found. Now, I'm not promising daily posts or anything crazy like that but we did go on a few crazy thrifting adventures and found lots of new crazy to share with y'all. Starting with this odd little creature.<br />
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Pig?<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997124859/" title="pish from the front"><img alt="pish from the front" border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/4130/4997124859_6b1d37b2f2.jpg" /></a><br />
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Or fish sans tail?<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997726106/" title="pig, fish or maybe pish"><img alt="pig, fish or maybe pish" border="0" height="286" src="http://static.flickr.com/4144/4997726106_c7e0825186.jpg" width="379" /></a><br />
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This is why I shouldn’t drink coffee without eating breakfast. Sigh. I was trying to capture the point that he is hollow and you can look up his strange bottom feeder type nose. <br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #cc33cc;">Lisa thinks: This guy confuses me. . . does the money that you apparently should put in his top come out the hole above? If so, I'm thinking he is a fish. . . no proper piggy bank would be so stupid. One thing I AM certain of is that he was probably made by Kevin in junior high art class (the kid's getting better at his art!).</span></i></b>Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-30260304623566833562010-12-20T22:41:00.001-06:002010-12-20T22:42:14.685-06:00lesson learnedIf there is one thing I've learned lately, it's that you don't talk smack about resolutions until the time has come, and is has not come yet, obviously. I know, I know, I thought I was going to do so well, and then the Holiday season came and I really tried hard to post. I even went thrifting and took new pics! However, the strain of 2 jobs, motherhood and attempting a "as much as one crafter can possibly try to craft" home made Christmas, blogging just got pushed to the back burner. sigh. I have not forgotten about my mission to find the latest and the greatest thrift store fail - it's just that this little thing called life has gotten in the way. And as much as it exhausts me sometimes, I am ever so thankful that I have family and friends to make stuff (and buy stuff) for. Although I totally believe that Christmas is about more than presents, the joy that I get from watching someone open a present that I spent so much time thinking, planning, and making or buying (or both) is so fulfilling that I can't help it. The problem is that I'm not very organized and I tend to be a "last minute rush" sort of person. Believe it or not, this extends beyond Christmas. I'm entirely disorganized in my everyday life, but add in important deadlines like "the family Christmas" and my life becomes a little chaotic.<br />
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So why am I telling you all this? Because I want anyone out there reading this that I have not forsaken my mission to find amusing thrift. I just have to prioritize sometimes and this is one of those times. So, for anyone still following me, or just finding me for the first time.... there is lots of thrift FAIL coming your way. You just have to wait until I survive the Holidays. So, patience, grasshopper. Lots more fun to come. In the meantime, I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas. Or Happy Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa or whatever you happen to celebrate in your family. I will be back with a vengeance after the new year when I finally get a chance to sit down and breathe. and type. and fulfill my premature resolution. So for the time being, stay warm.... go spend time with your families and of course, Thrift On!!<br />
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-Carmen Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-29538004273306233042010-10-28T08:00:00.000-05:002010-10-28T08:00:11.530-05:00I’m not sure who’s more alarmed…me or this pumpkinIn honor of Jack-O-Lantern carving season, I present to you this effed up little piece of knick-knackery I’ve dubbed the panicked punkin. Judging by the look on his face he:<br />
A) Just watched Paranormal Activity<br />
or<br />
B) Unexpectedly sharted in public<br />
or<br />
C) Just discovered his picture here on this blog. <br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4722479688/" title="panicked pumpkin"><img alt="panicked pumpkin" border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/1424/4722479688_54156ce636.jpg" /></a><br />
Does anyone else find the inclusion of teeth and a tongue disconcerting?adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16236081796282907323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-44128689760018917702010-10-27T08:00:00.000-05:002010-10-27T08:00:11.722-05:00Creepy Clown Revisited Equals Way More Creepy!Remember this creepy guy?<br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997768660/" title="freaky clown smiling"><img alt="freaky clown smiling" border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/4112/4997768660_d8ca31be5c.jpg" /></a><br />
Well it turns out there is much more than meets the eye that we missed the first time. Kim picked him up and turned him around at our last visit (no one has bought him yet, imagine that) and found this considerably more disturbing side to him. <br />
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I’d have a frowny face on too if someone sewed my eyes shut!<br />
Apparently he is from the Golden Circus Legion of honor. Considering how freaking scary he is, I’m not sure that’s an honor. <br />
<img alt="from the golden circus, of course" border="0" height="205" src="http://static.flickr.com/4127/4997772900_c98695bd5a.jpg" width="160" /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997171707/" title="the legion of honor"><img alt="the legion of honor" border="0" height="206" src="http://static.flickr.com/4128/4997171707_03400c2a6a.jpg" width="162" /></a>Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-1140648761378872552010-10-26T08:00:00.002-05:002010-10-26T08:00:02.614-05:00Salty, Peppy and Snobby<p>These little guys scream hilarity to me, but as I found recently, when Lisa and I ventured to <a href="http://www.junkbonanza.com/">Junk Bonanza</a> (which is 3 days of fabulousness involving antiques, crafts, repurposing and a whole lot of fun – think Craptastic times a million! anyway…) these little guys were rather popular.  Well, Salty and Peppy were anyway.  I never saw any of the snobby little chef, that was just at this thrift store.  The point is, that I obviously missed the boat on these.  (Ok, I still think they are ridiculous, but antique dealers everywhere will apparently beg to differ).</p> <p><a title="salt, peppy and snobbery" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997113987/"><img border="0" alt="salt, peppy and snobbery" src="http://static.flickr.com/4133/4997113987_5d20423e29.jpg" width="409" height="308" /></a></p> <p>P.S.  So far so good on the “close to the end of the year resolution”.  Although, it seems that, for the time being anyway, I have lost my counterparts for for now y’all are stuck with just me.    Apparently I just had to get over my case of blogathy.  Or what I affectionately like to call a serious case of “I don’t give a damn!”  Any of you readers still out there who blog ever encounter that?  </p> Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-27595507688526466062010-10-14T22:22:00.000-05:002010-10-14T22:25:53.955-05:00Update… and Kickass Video<p>hello all!  Well, it’s been about 2 weeks since we’ve posted anything.  We have an array of excuses… some good (moving!!) some lame (just too busy!) and everything in between.  In all honestly, I will admit to feeling less than inspired to write anything lately and I was beginning to feel like my posts showed it.  I’d rather give you a “vacation” from us than to post total crap everyday, so I took a little hiatus.  It probably would have been polite to say so before now, but hey… I never claimed to be perfect.  </p> <p>What this all means to you: you will be seeing more from us.  hehe, you can’t get rid of us that easily.  But what I want to share with you today has nothing to do with thrifting, or horrendous thrift store finds.  While this originally goes against the whole purpose of this blog, this is a good enough reason to stray from our “mission” and I hope you will agree.  </p> <p>If you’ve read past posts, you may know that I am a nurse by day (crazy ass thrifting goddess of snark by weekend.)  :)  Today I want to share with you a brilliant little video made by the fabulous place where I work.  Not only is it awesome (!) but it is  a really good message.  check it out!  comment!  share!</p> <p> </p> <object width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h0O3MaTBDWo?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h0O3MaTBDWo?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object> <p> </p> <p>We may live in a podunk little Minnesota town, but we are overflowing with awesome if I don’t say so myself.  Share the love and pass it on!</p> Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-48005890771269091572010-09-27T13:48:00.000-05:002010-09-27T17:23:55.579-05:00If you See Rudy, Give Him a Message for Me<p>Hey Rudy, remember those personalized envelopes you lost?  Yeah, we found ‘em.  </p> <p><a title="these are definitely Rudy's" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997091063/"><img border="0" alt="these are definitely Rudy's" src="http://static.flickr.com/4110/4997091063_2c8197139e.jpg" width="437" height="329" /></a></p> <p> All 4 boxes of them!  </p> <p><a title="boxes of Rudy's envelopes" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997861694/"><img border="0" alt="boxes of Rudy's envelopes" src="http://static.flickr.com/4149/4997861694_810e9696f3.jpg" width="437" height="329" /></a></p> <p>Seriously???  What on earth would you do with 4 boxes of the former MN Senator’s envelopes?  You can buy the whole set for around $12.  Hell of a deal, If you’re Rudy.  It makes me wonder how these escaped his office and ended up here at a thrift store.  Somebody should be getting a talking to about swiping office supplies. </p> Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-51964056706117414332010-09-24T12:33:00.000-05:002010-09-24T12:33:29.093-05:00Something About This Isn’t Quite Right<p> Something about this mold is a little off.  Can you see it?</p> <p><a title="something isn't quite right here full view" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997802016/"><img border="0" alt="something isn't quite right here full view" src="http://static.flickr.com/4128/4997802016_7a0d0d914a.jpg" width="425" height="320" /></a></p> <p>How many legs does this creature need anyway?  And how in the hell did this make it past the manufacturers?</p> <p><a title="something isn't quite right here" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997796494/"><img border="0" alt="something isn't quite right here" src="http://static.flickr.com/4085/4997796494_6f8a819383.jpg" width="418" height="315" /></a></p> Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-25920816016783589682010-09-23T12:42:00.000-05:002010-09-23T12:42:53.749-05:00A Cry for Help<p>Someone’s been building sand castles. </p> <p><a title="an interesting take on beach decor" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997702616/"><img border="0" alt="an interesting take on beach decor" src="http://static.flickr.com/4088/4997702616_b464ce8dd3.jpg" /></a></p> <p>Oh my, you know it’s bad when the knick knackery is crying out for help!  </p> <p><a title="even the knick knackery is crying out for help" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997707444/"><img border="0" alt="even the knick knackery is crying out for help" src="http://static.flickr.com/4084/4997707444_4642c06772.jpg" /></a></p> Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-69051442328508715322010-09-22T12:40:00.000-05:002010-09-22T12:40:32.869-05:00Something tells me this guy isn’t doing his job…<p>If he was, would he really be here at the thrift store? </p> <p><a title="obviously he doesn't pick winning numbers" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997709544/"><img border="0" alt="obviously he doesn't pick winning numbers" src="http://static.flickr.com/4132/4997709544_37cf287cd6.jpg" /></a></p> Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489421655074875607.post-83021152052583260142010-09-21T12:34:00.000-05:002010-09-21T12:34:16.698-05:00Cookies for Morons<p>At first I saw this and thought it was just a play on the whole “For Dummies” series but then I got to thinking… What exactly does this say about the people eating these cookies? </p> <p><a title="not to be served at a Mensa meeting" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14411597@N03/4997710908/"><img border="0" alt="not to be served at a Mensa meeting" src="http://static.flickr.com/4124/4997710908_cdc610daf7.jpg" /></a></p> <p>If the cookies are for dummies, what do the smart people get?</p> Carmen@Thriftstorehorrorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775119935772706366noreply@blogger.com2