<?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-27889486</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:48:51.916-05:00</updated><category term='Reading'/><category term='Gossip'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='Unpaid debts'/><category term='Trash'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='immigration'/><category term='Misc'/><category term='Comic'/><category term='Deja Vu'/><category term='Bad Hair Day'/><category term='Tea'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Smells'/><category term='PC'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Disaster'/><category term='Rude'/><category term='Undies'/><category term='Quiz'/><category term='Hott'/><category term='Drivel'/><category term='Childhood'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Buying Shit'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Bad Penny'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Moans'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='Spoilt Women'/><category term='Wales'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Zelda'/><category term='Injury'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='Bad Habits'/><category term='Pamper'/><category term='Cat'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Mess'/><category term='England'/><category term='Kiss my Ass'/><category term='Sport'/><category term='Tinkerbell'/><category term='Fin'/><category term='Lesbians'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Ouch'/><category term='Road Trip'/><category term='Stupid things'/><category term='Bargain'/><category term='Meeting the in-Law'/><category term='Lonely'/><category term='Stupid People'/><category term='Bitch'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Bad driving'/><category term='Break Up&apos;s'/><category term='Blog Designs'/><category term='Gym'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='Cheating'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Bathrooms'/><category term='Americans'/><category term='Link'/><category term='Good Friends'/><category term='Old friends'/><category term='Winner'/><category term='Sleepy'/><category term='Shoes'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Joke'/><category term='wants and needs'/><category term='Bloody Blogger'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Burnt Food'/><category term='Good Deeds'/><category term='Jobs'/><category term='Noise'/><category term='WP'/><category term='Eating Out'/><category term='Google'/><category term='Men'/><category term='Tracey'/><category term='The end'/><category term='Laundry'/><category term='Cleaning'/><category term='Old Boyfriends'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='Bureaucracy'/><category term='house'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Babysitting'/><category term='Death'/><title type='text'>It's a Pixie thing...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-2888650874916744212</id><published>2008-04-06T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:01:38.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The end'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R_ooW5w3nOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XREL0oQDHBo/s1600-h/closed7ko.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186502294798572770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R_ooW5w3nOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XREL0oQDHBo/s320/closed7ko.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its been fun, but I simply don't have the time to devote to you all anymore, maybe one day I will be back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you all already, keep in touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-2888650874916744212?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/2888650874916744212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/2888650874916744212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-fun-but-i-simply-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R_ooW5w3nOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XREL0oQDHBo/s72-c/closed7ko.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-7662817612389447067</id><published>2008-03-23T19:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:46:32.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drivel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat'/><title type='text'>New addition.....</title><content type='html'>First I want to let you guys know I have not fallen off the face of the earth, despite my good intentions to be a better blogger again I have fallen by the way side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway moving on, work is great, no major automobile mishaps, haven't been affected by the flooding, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new member in the house hold , a kitten. We picked her up last Tuesday evening got home and that was the last we saw of her until yesterday morning..&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that assure me she had not escaped was the fact that every morning I checked her food bowl and food was missing....Of course that could have been mice, but the I doubt mice would use the kitty litter box in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I searched the house high and low, I looked in the washing machine, the tumble dryer and even the dishwasher. No cat. Then on Saturday morning I went into the basement to do some laundry and saw a movement out of the corner of my eye, low and behold there under the stair she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So up the stairs I came cat in had, she sat with me on the sofa, purring away, she had a bit of cream from my starbucks frappuccino and then she was gone for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;This time her hiding place was into the demoed bathroom wall, through the wall under the bathtub in our bedroom- still purring away.&lt;br /&gt;I coaxed her out and after around 30 minutes was able to grab her while WP secured the hole to thwart further attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time she stayed around and did all the usual kitten things, ate my hair attacked the chain around my neck, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pounced&lt;/span&gt; on her twitching tail ( which at the time was on my leg).&lt;br /&gt;Then she came to  bed with us, but for her it was not bedtime of course so she made do with eating my hair again and trying to get as close to lying across my neck as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Some time in the night she must have got up to use the bathroom or eat or something because she then woke us up meowing to get back on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The the same thing again a few hours later, anyway I think the only time she has ventured in to the basement today has been to use the litter box then she has spent the rest of her time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clawing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pouncing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;purring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WP and I  have been thinking up names but both seem to have settled on "Cat"- so Cat it is maybe I will spell it with a "K" so it looks more like a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R-b4s5w3nNI/AAAAAAAAARw/Vfl5QeDARQI/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R-b4s5w3nNI/AAAAAAAAARw/Vfl5QeDARQI/s320/cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181101871640059090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes those claws are sharp, I have the scratches to prove it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats about it, I cannot think of anything else of interest, work, dinner, sleep, dismay at the snow flakes today but they seem to have all melted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Easter everyone and I will try to catch up with you all in the week.&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/27889486-7662817612389447067?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/7662817612389447067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/7662817612389447067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-addition.html' title='New addition.....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R-b4s5w3nNI/AAAAAAAAARw/Vfl5QeDARQI/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-4938397037579925181</id><published>2008-03-11T21:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:34:58.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad driving'/><title type='text'>I would love my job.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a lot more if I did not have to drive to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R9c56RL4h3I/AAAAAAAAARo/WSxBFvRjsC4/s1600-h/mban1710l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R9c56RL4h3I/AAAAAAAAARo/WSxBFvRjsC4/s320/mban1710l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176669969894115186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dislike&lt;/span&gt; driving, I am getting better at merging and swapping lanes but now fear on and off ramps that make you dizzy and lean outwards in your seat. Unfortunetly I have to use one to get off the highway at work and then again to get off the highway to get on another highway after work...&lt;br /&gt;So last week with the 12 inches of snow the company decided we could all go home at 1.30, great! BUT there was no way in hell I was going to even attempt to drive home so I decided to leave the car at work and wait for WP to pick me up when he finished work (which should have been 7pm- but he took a couple of hours and came at 5)- Yes thats right I would rather stay and WORK. It was great actually I got loads done and it was so quiet, no telephones ringing, no interruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the next evening the snow had melted quite a bit, the highways were clear so I drove home with no mishaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the next morning roads looked clear, everyone was driving normally...I get off the highway round the bend on the hill and then start to slow down (there is a quite tight turn which I have to take to turn of Manchester Rd). I touched my breaks and skidded, quite badly, I nearly hit the concrete wall to my right, so out of panic I turned left (yes foot still on the break), anyway to cut a long story short I ended up facing the wrong way round on the one way street. Lucky for me traffic was light and not too fast- It was all over in a matter of seconds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the car around and saw two more cars pulled over to the side of the road &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S$%T&lt;/span&gt;, I must have hit them or caused them to hit each other! So I pulled over behind then to do I don't know what- exchange insurance , wait for the police ???&lt;br /&gt;The woman was on the phone to the police (by this time my knees were knocking) and the guy was inspecting the (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;very smashed&lt;/span&gt; ) front of his car...&lt;br /&gt;I went up to him and he turned and asked me if he had hit me to, I said no had I caused the accident and he said no he had skidded on a patch of ice, which I assume was the same ice I had hit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phew!&lt;/span&gt; not my fault after all, that would not have looked very good to the police, the bank, the insurance company or worst still my husband had the car just over a week and already causing accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow the guy thanked me for stopping and I went on my way, I just hope, pray, wish, whatever that we have seen the last of the snow and ice now, I don't think my last nerve could take anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously thinking of looking around for one of those advanced driving courses where they teach you how to skid and all that jazz, but then its all very well doing it when you know you are going to do it, its another matter when you just sort of go onto autopilot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Told you I was a terrible driver...oh the shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I am going to do my best to visit you guys this week, I know I am getting very lax and I am sorry, I just don't know where the days go, look at this 9.30 already I am late going to bed LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy Wednesday =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-4938397037579925181?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4938397037579925181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4938397037579925181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-would-love-my-job.html' title='I would love my job.....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R9c56RL4h3I/AAAAAAAAARo/WSxBFvRjsC4/s72-c/mban1710l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-6841096874095622282</id><published>2008-03-02T12:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:42:46.067-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>Driven to distraction...</title><content type='html'>Well I am still loving the job- its getting a little easier, I am starting to remember the sales mens names and what area they cover, which saves a lot of time I would have to spend looking them up on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WP took Monday off to sort out getting my car,he picked me up from work in it. I did not like it at first, not the style or colour but the way it felt to drive and sounded, its got a really loud sporty exhaust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R8sDFCyELpI/AAAAAAAAARg/gVIAUCDkhho/s1600-h/DSCF1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R8sDFCyELpI/AAAAAAAAARg/gVIAUCDkhho/s320/DSCF1157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173231982146236050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday night we went to bed and I had a mini meltdown (with tears) about the thought of driving to work the next morning, mainly the prospect of crossing two lanes when I get onto the dreaded I-270. I even suggested we not only move house but I could maybe rent an apartment near to work- By this time I was probably a little delusional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WP, the sweet man he is he offered to drive me to work the next day.I bet he thought I was pathetic though too, but he did not say it, which was nice, because I thought I was pathetic too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night I hardly slept, I had stomach ache, I was up long before the alarm and left the house by 6.30.&lt;br /&gt;I started the engine, fiddled about with the seat and mirrors,I still was not happy with them but I wanted to try and beat the rush hour, which I think I ended up at the start of it.&lt;br /&gt;I drove down the road with my heart banging against my ribcage , my knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard and my lower back was aching by the time I got to work from being scared to relax in the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it! I made it there by 6.50 ish ( I start work at 8am) LOL. Good job we have electronic keys to get into our office.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get down to work but the little nagging thought of having to drive home again was at the back of my mind the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;4.50 came and so did the stomach cramps... I emailed WP at work and said I did not want to go home, I even thought about driving to his place of work and waiting for him there ( I know the non highway way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by 5.15 I plucked up the courage to leave, and I was on my way again, I was on 270 doing ok and my phone rang, it was WP wondering if I had left yet- I told him I had to get off the phone quick because I had to have both hands on the wheel, then the traffic slowed right down which was great- I must be the only person who does not mind being stuck in highway traffic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 5.50 ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning I left a little later, my hands were not gripping the wheel so hard and I sat back in the seat.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was even better, I have my mirrors set up to just where I want them so I know when I look in my left mirror I am seeing the lane to the side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday he drove me so he could take the car to get new brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went out and about to do a few errands, and it was great, had the windows down, the radio on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its going to be all ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-6841096874095622282?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/6841096874095622282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/6841096874095622282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/03/driven-to-distraction.html' title='Driven to distraction...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R8sDFCyELpI/AAAAAAAAARg/gVIAUCDkhho/s72-c/DSCF1157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-3934807502503247861</id><published>2008-02-28T21:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:19:56.510-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>This was in the mailbox..</title><content type='html'>when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R8d4OSyELoI/AAAAAAAAARY/Uhgcn22jMQY/s1600-h/pc.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R8d4OSyELoI/AAAAAAAAARY/Uhgcn22jMQY/s320/pc.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172234884013633154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TA DAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I wish I could say I looked this good on the green card but think more along the lines of mug shot after sleeping rough for a few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry I have not have the time to post properly or visit you guys, have been ever so busy. I am going to make time to tell you all my news on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to hearing all about my car, my "mini" panic attack and my driving to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday( wow Friday already!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-3934807502503247861?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/3934807502503247861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/3934807502503247861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-was-in-mailbox.html' title='This was in the mailbox..'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R8d4OSyELoI/AAAAAAAAARY/Uhgcn22jMQY/s72-c/pc.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-8737495931820639113</id><published>2008-02-23T21:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:01:54.372-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drivel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepy'/><title type='text'>I am shattered...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R8DjrFgk0_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/8QAtJtb8GHA/s1600-h/garfbusytp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R8DjrFgk0_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/8QAtJtb8GHA/s320/garfbusytp7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170382701574018034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work:&lt;/span&gt; well I will try to fill in as best as I can without rambling on too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems really nice, of course I have met that many people I think it will take a while to remember all the names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's going to be a lot of hard work, for instance I have been there one week and already worked two and a half hours overtime ( and I don't know what I am doing yet!)&lt;br /&gt;I think my longest lunch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hour&lt;/span&gt; has been something like 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still its really interesting, basically we take orders from salesmen and companies for TV ad space.&lt;br /&gt;I print off the faxed and emailed orders as they come in, sort them all out into deadline and non deadline, then log them all and pass them onto the billing dept as soon as we can so they can work them and then pass them on to the people who assign air times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added to that I have to log and send off to the bank all the checks that come in, keep on top of the faxes and mail for the rest of the department,collect any customer videotapes, order all the office supplies and lots more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am still only learning, the woman who does the job now (and types a million times faster then me) is really nice and is very patient with dumb ole me.....I hope I can get the hang of it because on my first day the other assistant (for a different region) was "let go" because she could not do the job &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*YIKES*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we both have been doing her work as well,hence the quick lunch hours and overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shattered&lt;/span&gt;, its going to take a few weeks to get back into a work routine, as well as still having to make dinner, do the laundry, the housework and all the usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My desk is still tidy btw...well apart from the huge pile of orders to face on Monday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out of the office on Thursday (which added to the pressure on Friday)- We all (and the area salespeople- more people to meet and try to remember their names....) had to meet up at a local hotel, of course that was the day with all the bad weather, I made it there by the skin of my teeth but some people coming from the south were stuck in traffic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 hours&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day spent listening to various company presidents, professional speakers, video watching and then team building exercises which included teams having to create a "jingle" for the company and then getting on stage to sing it!!!! We were the last (and most reluctant) group to get up on stage, we tried to get out of it but were basically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORCED&lt;/span&gt; by the women running the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;" part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only were we the last group but by far the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORST&lt;/span&gt; group to, we also had the added &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;humiliation&lt;/span&gt; of being filmed as well- I blush now at the very thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the less said about that day the better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moving quickly on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was spent driving around area car lots looking for some wheels, there is not a great deal out there in my price range, added to the fact that I don't even have any proof of an income yet so WP is probably going to have to be on the loan with me. we have one possible but of course they don't finance themselves and the bank was shut by this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to fill out the online loan application but the stupid thing kept freezing and playing up so things are going to have to wait until next week now, then probably til next Saturday before I can physically do anything- Gosh I don't know how people have time to work and fit in everything else thats needs Mon-Fri attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided against posting the wedding photos, they are not that great, but to paint some sort of picture, the groom wore a pimp suit, hat and cane and had white spats on his black shoes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; I get to grocery shop- alone weeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then its early to bed to try and catch up on some sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I hope this drivel makes some sort of sense, I am not at my sharpest tonight - thank goodness for spell check!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-8737495931820639113?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8737495931820639113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8737495931820639113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-shattered.html' title='I am shattered...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R8DjrFgk0_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/8QAtJtb8GHA/s72-c/garfbusytp7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-6211835811102597792</id><published>2008-02-21T06:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T06:53:16.430-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Just checking in....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R710Blgk0-I/AAAAAAAAARI/7rcLI1fusjo/s1600-h/bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R710Blgk0-I/AAAAAAAAARI/7rcLI1fusjo/s320/bd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169415517888631778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extra quick post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lovin the office and the people, I am still shadowing someone else on the job but will go into more detail at the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been crazy this week........Will endeavour to fill you all in either Saturday or Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta rush peeps, drive safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-6211835811102597792?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/6211835811102597792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/6211835811102597792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-checking-in.html' title='Just checking in....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R710Blgk0-I/AAAAAAAAARI/7rcLI1fusjo/s72-c/bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-1353804385683422461</id><published>2008-02-15T13:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:28:25.405-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drivel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>The Last Friday...</title><content type='html'>Just came to me this is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; Friday I am going to be sitting here blogging (well for a while anyway), not only that but the last Friday I will spend with WP (he has Friday and Saturday off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure he won't miss me in the least ( he is taking a nap as I type this) in fact he will be glad to get rid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I drove on the HIGHWAY Wp's bro decided he wanted to go to the Dr's (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;without an appointment&lt;/span&gt;) but whatever it was not my gas being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove him there and back- for you St Louisans I drove from St Charles all the way to Big Bend, wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not too bad, I only had to make sure I swapped over 2 lanes as I got onto the highway and coming back I never had to swap at all, nice and easy just stayed in the inside (or is it outside?) lane the whole way back and then crossed over to my exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I drove to the post office from the house into St Charles &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I was in the wrong lane coming back but I pushed myself over and got there and back in one piece, with nobody having to sound their horn or give me the finger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still feels "naughty" to be driving alone, guess it's something I will have to get used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R7Xu61gk09I/AAAAAAAAARA/l0ij-Mnf4KQ/s1600-h/jumperposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R7Xu61gk09I/AAAAAAAAARA/l0ij-Mnf4KQ/s320/jumperposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167298842041045970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to thee the Jumper, it was ok- the effects were really good but the storyline could have been better.Hayden Christensen the main character was bugging me where I had seen him before, well I just looked him up and of course he played Anakin Skywalker. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;Other then having a piece of popcorn thrown at me, the couple behind us talking for about the first hour and then the guy half of the couple falling asleep and snoring through the last 15 minutes of the film it was pretty uneventful...&lt;br /&gt;oh I nipped out halfway through to get WP another soda and the three (young) men at the counter were gushing over my accent and asking me about football (soccer)- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phfft&lt;/span&gt; do I look like a football fan? I said no I did not like football and one of them said did I like to watch Darts???errr no, finally to shut them up I said if I had to watch sport I preferred baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it! we have a wedding reception this evening, should be interesting, however I am not sure how "secure" this blog is so I may never mention the goings on ala wedding reception again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the best laugh, we drove all the way to the Dr's only to find they had closed at noon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haaa Haaaa&lt;/span&gt;, guess thats why it's a good idea to call first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday Folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-1353804385683422461?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/1353804385683422461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/1353804385683422461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-friday.html' title='The Last Friday...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R7Xu61gk09I/AAAAAAAAARA/l0ij-Mnf4KQ/s72-c/jumperposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-5802950285766271288</id><published>2008-02-14T11:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:33:49.354-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Scary stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R7SAZlgk08I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DRE2ovL5MIw/s1600-h/DL.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R7SAZlgk08I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DRE2ovL5MIw/s320/DL.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166895849554629570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from taking my driving test, I did not think I was ready (having not practiced parallel parking since the other day behind the trash can).&lt;br /&gt;The fact is I start work on Monday and I figure once I am working Mon- Fir 8-5 when would I get time to get it done. The test stations are Mon- Fri and they close at 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WP's bro did not seem too pleased when I asked him this morning I could tell he wanted to say no, he though I should wait til I have more experience and then do it...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Can you tell he has a lot of faith in my driving)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is great but When I am working all week and he works til 11pm when am I going to get the extra experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to the station, thankfully (or not) there was one person before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy before me got called by out and he held the door open for the woman examiner to go out before him, she declined and told him to go out first- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yikes a feminist&lt;/span&gt;,Not that I am against opening a door myself at all.I would never ever dream of waiting for a guy to open the door, if I reach the door first I will open it.&lt;br /&gt;But I thought she could have just accepted his kindness and gone through the door without a word!&lt;br /&gt;This did not help my nerves I can tell you, luckily for me there another lady them came out to take me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did not dare hold the door open for her&lt;/span&gt; but just went through first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did all the signal, brake light checking and then she had me show her the wipers, high beam, defrost etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me to turn right as we left the parking lot, so what did I do signal left and had it in my mind to turn LEFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is going to be bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she kindly said we need to turn right, so I apologised and corrected myself.&lt;br /&gt;Next sticky moment turning left at a traffic light (Left turn yield on green) I was waiting for the actual left arrow to turn green and the car behind sounded it's horn at me, upon which the light turned to red anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the glare from the 4x4 behind me, as the light turned to green I asked the examiner if she wanted me to just take her back to the test station now (thinking I had blown it). She said no, I think it went ok from there on, I parked on the hill, reversed in a straight line, and then pulled over to the side of the road as though an emergency vesicle was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back, my knees began to shake at the sight of the dreaded parallel parking cones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought what the heck I have failed anyway so there is nothing left to loose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered to indicate, I began to turn into the space, I just winged it, I waited until the right hand cone was in the middle of my rear window and just turned the wheel the other way, put the car into drive and pulled forward to center myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bloody well did it!!!!!! I think I was a little bit lopsided at the front but it was a far cry from the horror stories I had had in my head of me knocking the cones over, people stopping to look and laugh etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked me to pull over into the parking lot and park, I turned off the engine and all she said was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"well you passed"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say It took a few seconds and then I found myself gushing with thanks like an idiot, my eyes welled up and she said that she did not want to make me cry LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hug her, we got out and went back inside and guess what, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I held the door open for her, and she went through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines day folks, oh and to my dear WP Happy Anniversary ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-5802950285766271288?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5802950285766271288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5802950285766271288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/02/scary-stuff.html' title='Scary stuff...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R7SAZlgk08I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DRE2ovL5MIw/s72-c/DL.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-4612240249660898472</id><published>2008-02-11T14:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:52:40.323-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drivel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>OK, So I am mean...</title><content type='html'>..but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Walmart with WP's bro. I finished shopping before him so I stood by the back of the checkouts to wait for him. I had lots of time to take in the staff (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because he is so slow&lt;/span&gt;) I saw this woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R7C8KVgk01I/AAAAAAAAAP8/zdBh8F8RtlQ/s1600-h/SSPX0093+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R7C8KVgk01I/AAAAAAAAAP8/zdBh8F8RtlQ/s320/SSPX0093+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165835658352448338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She went to work dressed like this?&lt;/span&gt; The picture does not do real justice but in short her hair was all greasy and looked like it had not seen a brush in a while, she is wearing what I suspect to be her (much larger) husbands jacket for cutting the firewood in, and please if you are going to be short and wear cropped pants:&lt;br /&gt;Get a shorter leg length ( I admit I have this problem and it's easier said then done) Or at least wear some no-show socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeze, you would think even Walmart had some dress standards, why cant they shell out and supply everyone with a uniform of pants, a polo and a sweatshirt for the cooler days, they sell clothes for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, lets move on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a voice mail from work ( have to get used to saying that) I passed my drug test (oral- Sorry &lt;a href="http://corkyslog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Corky&lt;/a&gt;) and seems I am not on Americas most wanted list so they look forward to seeing me next Monday at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now onto the driving:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to parallel park this morning, first I moved WP's truck forward on the driveway and then I turned his Bro car around ( on the same same driveway- no mean feat- well for me anyway).&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a go, not so good. I did not hit anything but was aware all the time of how close the garage/trash can and porch posts seemed. this put me off a little ( my story and I am sticking to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I persuaded WP to come out with me, because I need to know when to turn this way and when to turn that way- When I say need to know when , I mean I need a reference point on the inside of the car so when it lines up with X I know to go the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he was a lot of help- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not.&lt;/span&gt; We changed places and he did it in like 1.5 seconds, before I had time to take anything in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he went to work I moved the trash can to "pretend" it was the end of a car and had another go, I think I did ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R7C_qVgk02I/AAAAAAAAAQE/7aP0efATTWM/s1600-h/DSCF1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R7C_qVgk02I/AAAAAAAAAQE/7aP0efATTWM/s320/DSCF1101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165839506643145570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R7C_21gk03I/AAAAAAAAAQM/eXHLa0blJmM/s1600-h/DSCF1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R7C_21gk03I/AAAAAAAAAQM/eXHLa0blJmM/s320/DSCF1102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165839721391510386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not bad, I did it again and then decided it was too cold to carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to take the test but I also don't want to because I am scared (lol), I know if I fail it the first time I won't want to go and do it again in case I get the same examiner.&lt;br /&gt;But I want to get it over with, because lets face it once I pass I am hopefully NEVER going to have to parallel park anywhere. I will look at all the other options: Walk the extra distance/ not go/ make sure I am not the one driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is someone who is kind and patient to tell me that I did it right (or show me when and where).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do people like this exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-4612240249660898472?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4612240249660898472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4612240249660898472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-so-i-am-mean.html' title='OK, So I am mean...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R7C8KVgk01I/AAAAAAAAAP8/zdBh8F8RtlQ/s72-c/SSPX0093+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-4264361455235550492</id><published>2008-02-07T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:03:06.864-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drivel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a quick update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R6s7qp1uvYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0PzhzwviKyY/s1600-h/f69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R6s7qp1uvYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0PzhzwviKyY/s320/f69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164287001682165122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in on Monday to sign the acceptance letter, the hourly pay was a pleasant surprise...&lt;br /&gt;I have been given a start date of Feb 18&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, providing my criminal background and drug tests come back ok- Which I am pretty sure they would.&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to see my drivers license which of course I was still waiting for immigration to approve so I could not give them that number at the time. But I got the license the next day through the mail (permit of course), so I sent off a quick email to the lady in HR with the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed is the DL expires on the same day as my work permit- which is annoying because &lt;strike&gt;IF&lt;/strike&gt; when I do pass my driving test I am going to have to re-new it before the year is out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the parallel parking, I still have not attempted it because when the boys have had their days off the weather has been terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say though I doubt very much it will be WP showing me, he has the patience of an angry wasp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brother is not much better but because he and I are not married it works out just fine, he manages to hold any annoyance in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see if anyone has time tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing I have a favour to ask...&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered this new font which I love, to quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Calibri is a sans serif with soft rounded corners. It has a warm, friendly personality that isn't found in fonts like Arial and Helvetica. It is also the one typeface in the collection that is appropriate for use both in text sizes and larger headline sizes. &lt;p&gt;In Microsoft's promotional booklet, "Now Read This," Calibri's designer Lucas de Groot says, "Its proportions allow high impact in tightly set lines of big and small type alike." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He adds, "This font is suitable for documents, e-mail, Web design, and magazines."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Calibri set in regular, bold, or italic is a pleasure to read. The rounded corners create a smooth reading experience. As de Groot says, "The family has a generous width that makes reading easier by emphasizing the reading direction."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am trying it out on one of my test sites and it works, but I read somewhere that it does not work for Mac users so if you have a Mac can you please look &lt;a href="http://tukchippytest.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and let me know if it looks the same as the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R6s8zZ1uvZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0MsdlrqOjTs/s1600-h/calibri_demo.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R6s8zZ1uvZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0MsdlrqOjTs/s320/calibri_demo.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164288251517648274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if you don't use Mac can you have a look what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't show for the majority then there is no point in using it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a bunch, have a happy Thursday.&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/27889486-4264361455235550492?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4264361455235550492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4264361455235550492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-quick-update-i-went-in-on-monday.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R6s7qp1uvYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0PzhzwviKyY/s72-c/f69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-9081578823575552977</id><published>2008-01-31T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:28:00.617-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Look Out Workforce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R6H_a51uvXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/i9k2ypuzV5I/s1600-h/ng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R6H_a51uvXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/i9k2ypuzV5I/s320/ng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161687485611162994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got a job offer today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it depends on me passing a drug test and background check ( I think I should be ok there...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go into the office on Monday and sign the acceptance letter, tie up the loose ends and then I will be one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to say too much about where it is/what it is because I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure most companies would frown upon things like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will just say:&lt;br /&gt;Its a large company.&lt;br /&gt;Office based Mon- Fir.&lt;br /&gt;Health insurance, vacations and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so excited&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;strike&gt; but now the little nagging voices are starting, "What if I mess up" "What if I don't fit in and nobody likes me" " What if everyone dresses better/ looks better" "What if I cant do the job"&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough already, I am going to think positive.Its going to be a culture shock thats for sure, no more slopping around in Jeans and a T-shirt or worse, PJ's all day.No more tennis shoes but real shoes, maybe with a heel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is all the cosmetics and hair brushing..not to mention the driving in rush hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be fun, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really!&lt;/span&gt; I will meet new people, have something to talk about other then what was on TV this morning or what the mail man delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about jobs, remember the first interview I went to the &lt;a href="http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/01/act-1-she-said-he-said.html"&gt;She said/He said&lt;/a&gt;? Well she emailed me the other day and said he had still not come to a decision (it's not like it was such a huge decision right ?),but would I still be interested in working from home (maybe an office meeting or two) helping her get the website side up and running by the end of Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I would because I had not yet found a job, now I don't know what to do. I would feel bad saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; now because I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, but I don't know if I would have the time to put into it.&lt;br /&gt;Its not like a blog design, it's a huge website with lots of scripts I am not familiar with and loads of data to be entered in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait until I hear from her again and then decide, perhaps I could just do some of it, the banner, move it over to the new domain etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked out of the window and snow! OMG how will I ever drive in Ice and snow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend and if you are in a bad weather area, stay warm, drive safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you are not...Lucky b*&amp;amp;%ers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-9081578823575552977?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/9081578823575552977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/9081578823575552977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/01/look-out-workforce.html' title='Look Out Workforce...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R6H_a51uvXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/i9k2ypuzV5I/s72-c/ng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-8170811642469879197</id><published>2008-01-23T12:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:41:25.595-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drivel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bureaucracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Chapter 3: Did I say enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'s 1 &amp;amp; 2 can be found before this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R5eF2p1uvVI/AAAAAAAAAPA/demrcRfrExk/s1600-h/maze_final_SR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R5eF2p1uvVI/AAAAAAAAAPA/demrcRfrExk/s320/maze_final_SR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158739072166837586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So last Tuesday was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; day- the interview.&lt;br /&gt;I get all my "evidence" together, joint bank statements, marriage documents, Utility bills that sort of thing, to basically prove we do actually live &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; the same house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they do request on the appointment notice that you also take photographs as proof of a relationship- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However if you could see my photograph on my work permit you would understand whenever any camera or recording device enters a room, I exit the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have all I need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; my i-94 arrival/departure record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its a little green card that looks like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R5eSNJ1uvWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/RvsxX42RSNg/s1600-h/i94w_front_sm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R5eSNJ1uvWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/RvsxX42RSNg/s320/i94w_front_sm.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158752652853427554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy Flipping Crap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I cannot find it anywhere ( and I am usually careful about stuff like passports etc and I tend to keep them all in the same place safe &amp;amp; sound)&lt;br /&gt;Not only that but I cannot for the life of me remember when and where I last had it, I know I scanned it and sent off a copy of it when I sent off my immigration forms, then I thought I had put it in the file with the extra passport photos, USCIS notices, letters and forms etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it slipped out of the file?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I lost it at the medical exam ?- I took the file with me to that.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I lost it in the move from the apartment to the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue and its really rather worrying because that along with the stamp in my passport are the only 2 things that prove I entered the United States &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;legally&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both got dressed up drove into the city, paid a fortune for parking and went into the USCIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;* insert suspense music*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go in , I set off the metal detector as usual and have to have the little portable thingy waved up and down over my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the waiting room which has quite a few other people in it ( mostly dressed up too- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew it wasn't a jeans kind of thing&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reception desk/ window at all, instead there is a door and a hole in the wall in witch you place your interview appointment letter ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably so the staff don't have to listen to bitching?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we wait, we are about 20 mins early. People come out of "the door" they don't seem to be smiling, just blank expressions, wonder if this a bad sign or a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who came in after us get called in before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its our turn &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Shudder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;severe&lt;/span&gt; looking woman ( Immigration Officer) shows us into her office- all glass walls, huge American flag ( with the yellow fringing ) on a stand, a desk, her chair and 3 chairs the other side of the desk. A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; webcam&lt;/span&gt; on the desk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we sit down she has us swear an oath to tell the truth, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WP bless his heart&lt;/span&gt; has to pipe up and say he cannot swear to God because he is an Atheist. Severe woman looks a little put out and I want to fall into a hole in the floor.&lt;br /&gt;She looks up the non God believing oath and he agrees to tell the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit down and she begins asking me a whole load of questions ( which I had already answered on the form)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I a communist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I a terrorist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I a felon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I a smuggler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I intend to practice polygamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she moves onto how we met, looks at our joint bills, bank statements etc.&lt;br /&gt;She asked why I did not leave the country when I was mean to, I (we) told her that was when WP first started getting ill and we could no longer afford to pay for more flights to and from the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took along the HUGE folder of medical bill records which I opened to show my point, she did not make any effort to take them to look at or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was when and how did we decide to marry. I told her it was a whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then said" so when you came back into the country in *insert month* you came planning to stay for good.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm sneaky trick question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that no I had not and that I had intended at the time to return to the Uk again and come back at a later date ( which was the truth) but because we no longer could afford to do that I ended up just staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Its seen as an act of fraud to come into the United States on the Visa Waiver Program with the intent to marry or not leave the country again after the 90 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats about it pretty much.....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now  you all know me&lt;/span&gt;, I like to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scare&lt;/span&gt; myself about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every possible scenario&lt;/span&gt; by reading other peoples illnesses/ stories on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I had googled many many times looking up what happens at immigration interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the general consensus on the many internet forums out there. You go /you convince the IO that you did not intend to stay and break the law/ they are satisfied with your story and immediately stamp your passport- ( the stamp is so you can leave the country and re-enter etc while you are waiting for your green card- That and I guess would allow you a bloody drivers license right away!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did she stamp mine? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took it and Wp's DL to photocopy, looked at my work permit ( which I also ready they then take it away from you when you get approval for a green card), I still have mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said IF I were to get approved then they would more then likely hold off the green card date until mid feb.&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this is if you have been married less then 2 years you get a 2 year conditional green card ( which I think is meant to put a stop to people marrying just for a green card and then splitting up)&lt;br /&gt;One you are nearing your second wedding anniversary you then become eligible for the proper 10 yr green card- The card lasts 10 years but once that permanent resident status is issued you get it for life (unless you commit a serious crime or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they would hold off on our case and just grant the 10 yr card once we have been married 2 yrs. where as if they gave me one before it would be another 2 yrs before I could swap it to the 10 yr one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which makes sense I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WP&lt;/span&gt; being the little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ray of sunshine&lt;/span&gt; he is then started asking what would happen if my case was not approved, how long would it be before I had to leave the country, could I stay here and just not work, him take care of me that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said if the case was not approved I would get a trial (cripes) and even felons who go to trial sometimes get granted approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the whole I think its looking ok, I just wish she would have been a bit more "forthcoming" and more "human"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing she never mentioned the 1-94 card ( which is still playing on my mind being lost n all)&lt;br /&gt;So that was a positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we had left though I wondered if I should have showed her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My return ticket to the UK- just to show I had intended to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a letter from work agreeing to my career break ( a formal word for unpaid time off)- To show that I had not given up my job to come to the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But its too late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another positive thing is WP received a letter from them yesterday stating that his application I-130 Petition for Alien Relative had been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;approved.&lt;/span&gt; I was happy for a while until again I had to go and get on the internet and read about cases where I-130's but I-485's Application To Register Permanent Residence or Adjust Status ( which is what the interview was about) were not approved....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just need to sit it out, stay calm and stay off emigration forums for the next few weeks and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep your fingers crossed for me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you kept up with 3 posts worth of drivel and still managed to get the general gist of things as they now stand, you are a better person then I !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh and just one more thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I have an interview on Friday at one of the larger companies in the area, don't want to say too much more at this point other then its one of the jobs I applied for back in early December ( and they just called yesterday) and that I don't think I am probably qualified enough for the job so I am not holding out much hope but will give it a shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-8170811642469879197?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8170811642469879197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8170811642469879197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/01/act-3-did-i-say-enough.html' title='Chapter 3: Did I say enough...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R5eF2p1uvVI/AAAAAAAAAPA/demrcRfrExk/s72-c/maze_final_SR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-8770624788066371813</id><published>2008-01-23T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:44:28.742-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bureaucracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Chapter 2 : I said too much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...or be careful who you get irate with on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit: Chapter 1 below this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R5drRp1uvUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wKUkBrZiusA/s1600-h/MOHP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R5drRp1uvUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wKUkBrZiusA/s320/MOHP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158709849209355586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So last Thursday I thought it was time to bite the bullet and go and take my written drivers test.&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of digging around I discovered where the St Charles test station was, mapped it out and got ready to set out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it best to call them first to make absolutely sure I was not going to be turned away for not taking something I needed to show them.&lt;br /&gt;I had my Passport, my work permit, marriage certificate, a utility bill, SS# and birth certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call the office and explain I am not a US citizen, but I have a work permit and a SS#, what else do I need to show them to get a learner permit?&lt;br /&gt;The lady on the other end of the line asked what my visa status was, I don't know? I said I did not know but I had been for my immigration interview on Tuesday ( more about that in chapter 3) and I was just waiting now to hear the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the state of Missouri do not issue Driver licenses or permits without knowing the visa status of the applicant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What ? I have a work permit but I cannot get a DL to be able to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to a job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total she asked me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 times&lt;/span&gt; if I had a work permit- Umm Did I not just say I had one when I first spoke to you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I was getting a little irate ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not rude but certainly irate&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;She said she would put me on hold ( note the word hold) and get her supervisor to speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds later another lady came on the line and asked if she could help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not sure if it was just another staff member who had picked up the call ( seeing it on hold or something) so I said I had been speaking to a lady and she was putting me on hold for the supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;She said ( quite cuttingly I thought) That she was the supervisor and first lady had just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;handed&lt;/span&gt; her the phone to speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I am dumb, but she did not say she was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;handing&lt;/span&gt; the phone over she said she was putting me on bloody &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I start from the beginning again, she said the best thing I could do would be take all my documents and all my immigration notices down there with me so they could see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I was totally stressed out and starting to see the whole thing as another waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;We left the house with me ranting about what was the point of having a stupid work permit if I could not drive to a job. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have still not seen a single bus around here&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive and I walk in , only to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the staff are State Highway patrol women &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S%#t!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn around and go home, but being as WP is with me and is not known for his patience at the best of times I bite the bullet and walk up to the counter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they are going to know its me, how many English people do they get in there in a day!&lt;br /&gt;So using my most pleasant voice I hand over all my many papers and documents...&lt;br /&gt;She looks in my passport and asks where my visa is ( I think it not a good idea to tell her I have no clue- More in chapter 3) instead I tell her they took it from me at my immigration interview on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems to buy that and starts taking all my information, points to the computers and says I am on number 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sit down and begin the test. Question 1 - correct.&lt;br /&gt;Question 2- incorrect. Damn I totally misread the question, got too blasé and checked I was sure.&lt;br /&gt;I began to panic- its going to be all down hill from here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as it was that was the only question I got wrong and I passed with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then they test my eyes, road signs-Bit of a sticky moment when I cannot remember the STOP sign- (I thought it was a trick question because the word "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt;" was not on the picture they showed me) It eventually dawned on me though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me if I want to take the actual test today ( no -I haven't parallel parked in like 8 yrs and the tiny space between the orange cones has freaked me out!) send me next door to the license bureau....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait my turn and then go up to the desk.&lt;br /&gt;She explains to me that they can only give me a paper permit today as they have to send the original off to Immigration for them to check that I am eligible for a license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; it usually takes them around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60 days&lt;/span&gt; to process the request and then send me the actual license direct through the mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALSO&lt;/span&gt; I can take the drivers test before I get the actual license back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; because I wont have the actual license I cannot upgrade it to the real drivers license... I hope you are keeping up with me here?&lt;br /&gt;So I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pass my test&lt;/span&gt; but I still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cannot drive unaccompanied&lt;/span&gt; until I get the actual first license to swap it in for the actual real driver license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have driven WP's bro to the gym a few times and he and I went to Walmart over the weekend (none highway).&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done the dreaded parallel park yet though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look out people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just realised that I should have started with chapter 3 because now chapter 2 will be above  chapter 1- oh well you will have to read upwards if you want to read it in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to rest before chapter 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-8770624788066371813?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8770624788066371813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8770624788066371813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/01/act-2-i-said-too-much.html' title='Chapter 2 : I said too much...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R5drRp1uvUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wKUkBrZiusA/s72-c/MOHP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-4933403438074461740</id><published>2008-01-23T09:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:43:46.541-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1: She said- He said...</title><content type='html'>Today I am going to attempt not only to bring my blog up to date ( I know, it's been a while...) and try to visit as many people on my blogroll as I can even if its only to say "Hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this will be easier to make 3 separate posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 1 She said/ He said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R5ddE51uvTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0Nc7lWZOpSM/s1600-h/200px-He_said_she_said.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R5ddE51uvTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0Nc7lWZOpSM/s320/200px-He_said_she_said.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158694237003234610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back I applied for this job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Administrative/Marketing Assistant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An exciting position that will allow you to use your creativity as well as your computer skills. Must be proficient in Microsoft Applications. Web design and/or knowledge is a plus. Must be self starter and willing to work as a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This position will grow with the right person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hours will be 25 per week and work into full time approximately 90 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10 per hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent off a copy of me resume and got a call within an hour to go for an interview on the following Wednesday.....&lt;br /&gt;Best of all its only 6 miles away from the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday- She said.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I arrive 20 minuets early, dressed up in my "professional attire" Okay so it was pants, a shirt &amp;amp; pointy shoes. which is dressed up when you have spent the last 3 years in Jeans or PJ's.&lt;br /&gt;The lady who placed the ad seemed impressed I was so early and took me into her office. We hit it off right away and were soon discussing ways to market the companies home search webpage better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what she said the job consisted of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Creating a new Webpage banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Listing new home builds on the website- Contacting the actual builders to get specs, details etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General upkeep of the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Contacting Local real estate agents with a view to getting them to place their listings on site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Contacting Various local businesses, from Fence builders to odd job men to sell ad space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Contacting her current clients just to "check in" and give them updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thinking of ways ( with her) to market their franchise in "Assist 2 Sell"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put it across that generally I would be her personal assistant ( well thats how it came across to me anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nearly an hour later she informed me that she thought I would be perfect and that in her opinion she was 99.9% sure I had the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not say but I knew she had at least 2 more people to see after me ( I saw the list).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would be in touch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hear anything for a few days, then I get an email saying she thought I would be a perfect fit for their company and could I go in again the following Friday for another interview with the VP of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine ( remember this is not a huge company so a second interview is a little strange IMO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday- He said.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get their early again for my 9.30 appointment.&lt;br /&gt;I wait around, various men come out of their offices and offer me coffee, which I decline.&lt;br /&gt;She gets in around 9.40, we go into the VP's office and sit in the fancy leather chairs.&lt;br /&gt;Hee looks a lot like the guy who hosts Deal or no deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chat a little about interest rates etc ( I am trying to sound &lt;strike&gt;Not totally clueless&lt;/strike&gt; knowledgeable here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This is what he said the job consisted of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sitting up front at the high glass block reception desk.&lt;/span&gt; -not really the ideal height to type at ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Take all incoming calls both for the real estate side and the broker side. &lt;/span&gt;-isn't that a receptionist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Send out email blasts (mass emails) to everyone in their database.&lt;/span&gt;-In other words send spam to people ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Prepare mass mailings to mail out.&lt;/span&gt; - Send junk mail to people ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that basically was about all the job consisted of in his view... Now I know I am not the brightest coin in the jar but is it just me or do they seem totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;different jobs?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added to that I asked about benefits and he told me they pay nothing towards employee health insurance but they do have in place a health care plan I could choose to pay into myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't feel he and I "clicked" at all really, or maybe it was just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said they may have other candidates to see and they would have an answer by Friday (the 18&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;As I left the room I turned and asked him if he would be so kind as to let me know the outcome either way- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He said he would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-4933403438074461740?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4933403438074461740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4933403438074461740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/01/act-1-she-said-he-said.html' title='Chapter 1: She said- He said...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R5ddE51uvTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0Nc7lWZOpSM/s72-c/200px-He_said_she_said.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-770457554838504764</id><published>2008-01-02T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:15:29.756-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drivel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Happy 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R3vsBqv87AI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bqBzQnP5Jog/s1600-h/NY.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R3vsBqv87AI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bqBzQnP5Jog/s320/NY.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150970112227732482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A belated Happy new year to y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got much to update really, quiet Christmas, Quiet New Year, Bloody &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREEZING&lt;/span&gt; today- Thankfully (or not) I don't have to worry about going out in it, other then to start WP's car so it's warm when he leaves for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the job front, Firstly I have heard nothing from ad's I have applied to and I have only myself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUPIDLY,&lt;/span&gt; I sent my resume as a word attachment thinking" Well at least people will see I can use word" Not even giving a thought to how many people are gonna be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enough to open an email attachment from somebody they do not know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a call - OK a wrong number, I thought at first it was by some teeny chance it was a job.He was after a completely different person....&lt;br /&gt;I happened to mention I thought it might have been a job call and he asked what sort of work I was looking for because he was looking for someone to help out in the office.&lt;br /&gt;So we had a brief chat and he said he may have time to see me later in the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's only a very small lead and he is in the "UC Loop" which maybe too far and he may have been totally just saying it to get the crazy woman off the phone but who knows.. but keep your fingers crossed for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-770457554838504764?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/770457554838504764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/770457554838504764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title='Happy 2008'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R3vsBqv87AI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bqBzQnP5Jog/s72-c/NY.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-6655181911772702540</id><published>2007-12-25T20:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:26:25.007-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas.</title><content type='html'>I know the day is almost over but I wish each and everyone of you a happy happy holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R3G7rqv86_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/0EDznZbs6Yw/s1600-h/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R3G7rqv86_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/0EDznZbs6Yw/s320/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148102207945370610" 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/27889486-6655181911772702540?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/6655181911772702540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/6655181911772702540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R3G7rqv86_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/0EDznZbs6Yw/s72-c/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-5979120515010531914</id><published>2007-12-17T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:44:33.069-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>demoralized....*sob*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R2cJ9Kv86-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ljBw6L89cp8/s1600-h/dragon_unemployed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R2cJ9Kv86-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ljBw6L89cp8/s320/dragon_unemployed.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145092045756230626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sick of applying and searching for jobs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sent off countless copies of my resume and had not one reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt; from the hospitals ( and I thought they were under- staffed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt; from the larger businesses in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt; from all the Craig's List postings I have replied to.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; applied to Wallgreens ( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with heavy heart&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody wants me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even WP is tiring of supporting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really really really do not&lt;/span&gt; want to work in retail, I don't think I could stomach it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; a little office job.&lt;br /&gt;I can type &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(quite fast&lt;/span&gt; )-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;albeit with  two and a half fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be polite &amp;amp; discreet.&lt;br /&gt;I can navigate myself around most MS office programs without too much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;I can answer the phone, use a PC without crashing it, file, be generally organized,make &amp;amp; maintain a website, use photoshop &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; make coffee if required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;: A hospital tech job ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IE&lt;/span&gt;: not mopping up vomit &amp;amp; urine)&lt;br /&gt;Again...&lt;br /&gt;I can be polite and full of customer service.&lt;br /&gt;I can use a computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you get my general drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If any perspective employers out there are reading this in the St Charles/W County area...cause you never know who's looking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very good time keeper, rarely take time off sick and am very loyal &amp;amp; dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course on the optimistic side, perhaps companies are just gearing down for Christmas... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[/Rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterthought: I have nothing against anyone who works in Retail and I am not being a snob, its just that was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; me and I don"t want to go backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that makes sense ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-5979120515010531914?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5979120515010531914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5979120515010531914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/12/demoralizedsob.html' title='demoralized....*sob*'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R2cJ9Kv86-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ljBw6L89cp8/s72-c/dragon_unemployed.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-1067330986440285057</id><published>2007-12-11T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:45:17.346-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>This one's for Kim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is for&lt;a href="http://kimcstl.blogspot.com/"&gt; Kim over at all the worlds a stage :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R18B8v8IvpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l9XPXjJWvL4/s1600-h/29-26good-bad-ugly-characters2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R18B8v8IvpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l9XPXjJWvL4/s320/29-26good-bad-ugly-characters2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142831442652872338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I haven't got my blogging mojo back as yet but heres the latest....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Good:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got my work permit!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got my SS# this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The house is just about organised, but still needs oodles doing to it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Bad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am no longer within walking distance to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; places of employment, I haven't spotted one bus either...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have a drivers license and WP &lt;strike&gt;shouts at me&lt;/strike&gt; tells me I am a terrible driver.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have a car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no experience to get a job in health care...I have been looking into a CNA course at the local collage which is only 12 weeks and under $400.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I really want to get into Phlebotomy, Lab assistant, Histology aid, X-Ray tech that sort of area but I am thinking if I do this course (when I get some cash &amp;amp; a car) them maybe it will be a step in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get into the health care route I want some sort of 9-5 office job, I am determined I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; going to work in retail again, I am so done with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Ugly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have my initial immigration interview in January &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that my friends is just about it,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm &amp;amp; safe folks.&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/27889486-1067330986440285057?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/1067330986440285057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/1067330986440285057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-ones-for-kim.html' title='This one&apos;s for Kim...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/R18B8v8IvpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l9XPXjJWvL4/s72-c/29-26good-bad-ugly-characters2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-4858770661139010066</id><published>2007-11-16T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T00:02:11.326-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Designs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Its official......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rz6CIRX6E_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/-HFtbb0LdqQ/s1600-h/Pumpkin_Pie_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rz6CIRX6E_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/-HFtbb0LdqQ/s320/Pumpkin_Pie_e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133683703863186418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yay Pumpkin pie time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am the worlds worst blogger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am so sorry I have been too &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt; busy of late, I have just gotten out of the habit of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a quick run down on what I have been upto....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WP has bought a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;!, We were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to close today on it but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"paperwork"&lt;/span&gt; was not quite ready! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a basic 3 bed 2 bath 2 car garage ranch in &lt;a href="http://www.stcharlescity.com/"&gt;St Charles&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It needs loads doing to it but its something to get our teeth into.&lt;br /&gt;I will post a photo when I can.&lt;br /&gt;He is so looking forward to a shorter drive to work (not to mention not fighting I-270 traffic everyday)&lt;br /&gt;The downside is its miles to the nearest stores/shops/gyms, so I will be housebound for a while ( it's not like I will have nothing to do though eh?)&lt;br /&gt;We are hoping that we can close on either Mon/Tue now* fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I have been a busy bee packing and doing horrible jobs like cleaning the top of the kitchen cupboards etc ( so we get our deposit back). Have yet to clean the carpets, which is a good job because I have just threw a quarter bottle of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;death green nyquil&lt;/span&gt; all over the hall! ~ I was shaking it up and the lid wasn't quite on....&lt;br /&gt;Hope its comes out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Immigration has kept me busy too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been and had my fingerprints &amp;amp; photograph taken - The lady was so nice she let me re-take my ID photo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; times till I was happy with it!- Well I wont say I was actually happy with the third but it was better then the first &amp;amp; second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been for my medical, I was working my self into a state because I had read on some forums that they give you a full going over, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strip down to nothing&lt;/span&gt; type of medical.&lt;br /&gt;I went the first day , the nurse gave me the little jab to test for TB, took some blood and told me to come back in  two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later I went back ( now worrying I had HIV or some other nasty) Got sent into a little room to wait for the DR ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who was around 90- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). He shuffled in, said he had been in England during the war, looked in my mouth, listened to my chest ( through my jacket) asked me if I was mentally stable and left.&lt;br /&gt;I was then sent into another room to be told I had no diseases and to receive some shots for MMR, tetanus and chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;That was it!&lt;br /&gt;I think that was probably the quickest $210 I had spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats been sent off and I am now back to waiting...&lt;br /&gt;of course I don't know if me now moving will hold things up further- I hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it? I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have done a few &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog designs&lt;/span&gt; here and there so I haven't been away from blogger long- Just my own blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take this opportunity to wish all my fellow bloggers a Happy Thanksgiving because lets face it, who knows when I will get around to my next blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seriously I hope everyone out there is fine and well, take care everyone and have a safe holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me....I am off to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/27889486-4858770661139010066?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4858770661139010066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4858770661139010066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-official.html' title='Its official......'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rz6CIRX6E_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/-HFtbb0LdqQ/s72-c/Pumpkin_Pie_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-7457111597996698096</id><published>2007-09-16T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T14:30:40.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Ru2EUmFN8cI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tGIhyLnsKSo/s1600-h/6294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Ru2EUmFN8cI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tGIhyLnsKSo/s400/6294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110886641490063810" 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/27889486-7457111597996698096?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/7457111597996698096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/7457111597996698096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Ru2EUmFN8cI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tGIhyLnsKSo/s72-c/6294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-5903361580313876028</id><published>2007-09-09T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T11:48:32.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Habits'/><title type='text'>I thought I better....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do some sort of blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been around for a while, did you miss me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RuQdVQy3V2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/0bC-2c27T5s/s1600-h/Hospital+Money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RuQdVQy3V2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/0bC-2c27T5s/s320/Hospital+Money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108240128467752802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly WP has spent a few days in hospital so I was at his bedside like the dutiful wife I am. He's home now (well at work at the moment) and feeling a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And so to the rant....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his discharge notes there was a medication listed that he was to take every night. Great! No prescription, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; medication for that night, just a note to get the pharmacist to call this certain DR(a cover DR) for the directions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next morning I went to Walgreen's to get them to call which she did. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five O'clock&lt;/span&gt; I decided to call Walgreen's to ask if it was ready. No, the Dr had not bothered to call in, she suggested I call the hospital which I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put me thought to the nurses station , who could not help me, firstly because they no longer had the notes and secondly that had never heard of this DR. They told me to call the DR's page number direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Several minutes on hold listening to terrible music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally this woman answers, I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;polite&lt;/span&gt;, I explained the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woman&lt;/span&gt;" This number is for medical emergencies only"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;" Oh, well this is the number listed on the discharge paper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woman snotty voice&lt;/span&gt;" Well DR Cannotbebothered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; been on call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; weekend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Like this is my problem how? maybe if the DR had bothered to stop and write a prescription I would not have to bother anyone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; " This is the number on the notes and Walgreen's have already called this morning Re this matter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woman&lt;/span&gt;" The Dr will get to it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pissed off by this time&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; " Well Walgreen's close at 6 so its a bit late in the day now.&lt;br /&gt;I hung up by this time if the woman had been in sight I would have probably grabber her by the throat and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;throttled&lt;/span&gt; her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 without the required medication...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to Walgreen's again to get them to call, which they do in my presence.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course its Labour day so again they are closing early&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 o'clock and still no call from DR Cannotbebothered, of course I am not surprised in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday: Day 3 without medication...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call WP's regular Dr and have the medication within 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blasted Dr's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For those of you who are interested,the stain came out of the carpet, I think because I acted fast. Firstly I mopped up the excess and then scrubbed the are with warm water and laundry detergent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have done none of my X stitch, hardly any Gym(I went this morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard anything from immigration, which is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously stressing me out&lt;/span&gt;. I called the bank the other day to see if they had cashed the checks. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;. This managed to stress me out more, to the point I am waking up with my teeth hurting from clenching my jaw in my sleep ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do that when stressed out&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-5903361580313876028?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5903361580313876028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5903361580313876028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-thought-i-better.html' title='I thought I better....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RuQdVQy3V2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/0bC-2c27T5s/s72-c/Hospital+Money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-4447418544544465109</id><published>2007-08-28T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T10:58:33.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mess'/><title type='text'>This is what I am up to now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I would give cooking a miss for a while so I bought this from e-bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RtRDnAy3VyI/AAAAAAAAALY/KyobPJFQrL4/s1600-h/DSCF0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RtRDnAy3VyI/AAAAAAAAALY/KyobPJFQrL4/s400/DSCF0954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103778615224915746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting set up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RtRD4gy3VzI/AAAAAAAAALg/syN6rHox7Lg/s1600-h/DSCF0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RtRD4gy3VzI/AAAAAAAAALg/syN6rHox7Lg/s400/DSCF0955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103778915872626482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RtREBwy3V0I/AAAAAAAAALo/DY1Bv5WjJbg/s1600-h/DSCF0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RtREBwy3V0I/AAAAAAAAALo/DY1Bv5WjJbg/s400/DSCF0956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103779074786416450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few hours later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RtREPAy3V1I/AAAAAAAAALw/4BcJhDjfDaI/s1600-h/DSCF0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RtREPAy3V1I/AAAAAAAAALw/4BcJhDjfDaI/s400/DSCF0957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103779302419683154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so fiddly most of the colours need to be combined with other colours, I will give you updates now and again. Expect to see the finished product sometime in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that its been pretty boring, I haven't heard anything from immigration, which I don't know if its a good sign or a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned the living room carpet a few days ago and last night my wonderful husband dumped a full &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52oz&lt;/span&gt; beaker or cranberry juice mixed with blue Gatorade (he has strange tastes) all over it.&lt;br /&gt;I managed not to shout and resigned myself to getting out the scrubbing brush.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men! Gotta love em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-4447418544544465109?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4447418544544465109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4447418544544465109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-what-i-am-up-to-now.html' title='This is what I am up to now...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RtRDnAy3VyI/AAAAAAAAALY/KyobPJFQrL4/s72-c/DSCF0954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-8464366344199509762</id><published>2007-08-21T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:44:00.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drivel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>There are some strage folk out there....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rsr2Xwy3VxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CpFyU15-S70/s1600-h/naughty_squirrel+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rsr2Xwy3VxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CpFyU15-S70/s400/naughty_squirrel+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101160416046176018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kimcstl.blogspot.com/"&gt;KC&lt;/a&gt; posted some of her keyword searches the other day so I was inspired to log into my stat counter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the regular referrals from some of you guys I found these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last 30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;start=25&amp;amp;um=1&amp;tbnid=wObuJMswjiNo0M:&amp;amp;tbnh=97&amp;tbnw=109&amp;amp;prev=&lt;br /&gt;/images?q=&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheat sex&amp;start    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;search?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;q=llan&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; insect i hope she dies music archives&lt;/span&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;btnG=Search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..22&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;start=32&amp;amp;tbnid=wObuJMswjiNo0M:&amp;amp;tbnh=97&amp;tbnw=&lt;br /&gt;109&amp;amp;prev=/&lt;br /&gt;images?q=&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheating tattoos    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;search?hl=en&amp;q=&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bare ass shots&lt;/span&gt;    1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;search?hl=en&amp;q=&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot to peek at the urinal&lt;/span&gt;&amp;meta=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm the last one is  a little freaky no ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now the keywords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldenshower.com    38&lt;br /&gt;peeing blogspot    35&lt;br /&gt;what is a pixie    21&lt;br /&gt;pixie    21&lt;br /&gt;assbusters    16&lt;br /&gt;a pixie    10&lt;br /&gt;pixie split tongue    6&lt;br /&gt;dickhead humour/jokes    6&lt;br /&gt;design a pixie    5&lt;br /&gt;how to be a pixie    5&lt;br /&gt;sayers vegetarian sausage roll    5&lt;br /&gt;playboy pixie shoes    5&lt;br /&gt;i am the pixie    4&lt;br /&gt;rear cleavage    4&lt;br /&gt;pixie jacket    4&lt;br /&gt;jane wiedlin rush hour mp3    4&lt;br /&gt;what is a pixie?    4&lt;br /&gt;nudist    4&lt;br /&gt;demanding bitches 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may remember a while ago that Goldenshowers.com was number one on my list, I see it still takes the top spot, with peeing blogspot closing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that made me LOL was assbusters    16 &lt;a href="http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/randomness-23651.html"&gt;I have WP to thank for that one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going on my end, baked a cake yesterday but I will brush over that fact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a &lt;strike&gt;freaky&lt;/strike&gt; great week peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-8464366344199509762?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8464366344199509762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8464366344199509762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-are-some-strage-folk-out-there.html' title='There are some strage folk out there....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rsr2Xwy3VxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CpFyU15-S70/s72-c/naughty_squirrel+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-8871891015408367765</id><published>2007-08-18T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T18:15:05.557-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Designs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>22 inches of love....</title><content type='html'>I have been a little lax of late ( yes again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;excuses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;excuses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;excuses&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have finally waded through my immigration paperwork all 4 inches of it and posted that with a substantial amount of money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My feet are a lot better, I haven't been to the gym this week they have been far too painful, but have now started to itch, a sure sign they are on the mend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As much as I love my laptop 80GB of hard drive simply is not enough ( As well as my 200BG external back up). So I have made the switch to a "grown up" PC.Thats the beauty of having a man who collects computer parts, I simply voiced my concern and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Walla"&lt;/span&gt; the same evening I had a custom made PC complete with 200 GB's.Not only that but he gave me his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22"&lt;/span&gt; flat screen! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;So I had to then begin the crappy job of installing all my software and transferring files again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been doing some blog design.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But its all done now, I am mostly sorted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh and I have been watching the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.survivorman.ca/"&gt;survivorman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; marathon on TV all day as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rsd9Vgy3VwI/AAAAAAAAALI/WUJDnMlMmqA/s1600-h/rockies2_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rsd9Vgy3VwI/AAAAAAAAALI/WUJDnMlMmqA/s400/rockies2_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100182911554377474" 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/27889486-8871891015408367765?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8871891015408367765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8871891015408367765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/08/22-inches-of-love.html' title='22 inches of love....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rsd9Vgy3VwI/AAAAAAAAALI/WUJDnMlMmqA/s72-c/rockies2_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-7723959108707663328</id><published>2007-08-13T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T15:03:13.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buying Shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bargain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ouch'/><title type='text'>Ow Ow Ow &amp; Retail Theraphy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday morning I walked to the store in these shoes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsBwBUzwGwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ht50oAyuMIo/s1600-h/DSCF0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsBwBUzwGwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ht50oAyuMIo/s320/DSCF0944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098197946251352834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Mistake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsBwO0zwGxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gCHZq_ilZGU/s1600-h/DSCF0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsBwO0zwGxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gCHZq_ilZGU/s320/DSCF0947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098198178179586834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch! I was ok until I got there and then I had to literally hobble home again.Back to trainers again, you can see by the bright white of my feet that they are always covered up in trainers (tennis shoes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to cheer my self up with a bit of retail therapy. Yes despite it being over 100 degrees outside I decided to walk to the Mall (in trainers this time).&lt;br /&gt;I have been fed up with my current bag for a while, yes is great for carrying things, I can get 2 x 2L bottles of soda in there among all my junk. But you need a change now and again right? I am rather picky about bags too, they have to be right.&lt;br /&gt;Jcpenney first, My God the price of bags is ridiculous !!! I spotted this black fossil bag with all the right stuff, one problem it had little leopard skin accents on it, which I don't mind but my husband has an aversion to animal prints of any kind....Something to do with an Ex girlfriend who had this "thing" for leopard skin, you know sheets, shoes, bags etc.&lt;br /&gt;So that was the end of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next stop Macy's I spotted this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsBzMEzwGyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rxjvLQHqDR0/s1600-h/291303_fpx.tif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsBzMEzwGyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rxjvLQHqDR0/s320/291303_fpx.tif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098201429469829922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yummy&lt;/span&gt;, and so soft but $98? *Sigh Sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to leave the air conditioned mall and brave the heat to walk that extra half mile to  K-mart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where I got this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsB0mkzwGzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2IO_aBwHPCs/s1600-h/DSCF0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsB0mkzwGzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2IO_aBwHPCs/s320/DSCF0949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098202984247991090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For less then a fiver! (original price $16.99, marked down to $8, checkout price &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$4.80&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsB1cUzwG0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/xl6ch8VQDPk/s1600-h/DSCF0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsB1cUzwG0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/xl6ch8VQDPk/s320/DSCF0953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098203907665959746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$3 each for the first 2 (from $9.99 &amp;7.99) and $7.49 for the last (from $9.99,not so much of a bargain on that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsB18kzwG1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/UwMJHyAVHIw/s1600-h/DSCF0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsB18kzwG1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/UwMJHyAVHIw/s320/DSCF0952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098204461716740946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crop pants $8.40 each(from $19.99) and the shorts $7.20 (from $16.99)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay! I feel good when I get some bargains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got these&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; and a pair of jeans for WP and all for around 2/3 of the price of the Fossil bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsB3mUzwG2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ErhGnnrgEqo/s1600-h/DSCF0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsB3mUzwG2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ErhGnnrgEqo/s320/DSCF0950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098206278487907170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am a cheapskate, even if I was rich I would begrudge paying a lot for one thing when I can get more for the same price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*note:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The undies are for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not WP, of course he can look at them on should he so wish too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-7723959108707663328?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/7723959108707663328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/7723959108707663328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/08/ow-ow-ow-retail-theraphy.html' title='Ow Ow Ow &amp; Retail Theraphy.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RsBwBUzwGwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ht50oAyuMIo/s72-c/DSCF0944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-5177419265005015970</id><published>2007-08-11T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:31:01.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Not much to say...</title><content type='html'>today really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hot hot hot, so I am staying inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out today &lt;a href="http://www.nme.com/news/tony-wilson/30262"&gt;Tony Wilson&lt;/a&gt; died yesterday, not that probably anybody except &lt;a href="http://wilkonews.blogspot.com/"&gt;EBEZP&lt;/a&gt; will know who he &lt;strike&gt;is&lt;/strike&gt; was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell he was a TV journalist for my local TV region growing up, co-founder of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Factory_Records"&gt;Factory Records&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and co-owner of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ha%C3%A7ienda"&gt;The Haçienda&lt;/a&gt; night club in Manchester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the arrogant loudmouthed twat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some further reading ( well video courtesy of You Tube) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rlFwScEjUk"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIbSB7_up2E"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to look him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BTW Is it just my blogroll that has given up the ghost and decided not to update sites?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-5177419265005015970?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5177419265005015970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5177419265005015970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not much to say...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-8211701062947695371</id><published>2007-08-09T21:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:30:34.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drivel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>Drivel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrvTx0zwGtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oDNX-aRKfVo/s1600-h/1171054687883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrvTx0zwGtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oDNX-aRKfVo/s320/1171054687883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096900256242604754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this pic from &lt;a href="http://death-of-a-salesman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Orhans blog&lt;/a&gt;. I love it so much I had to set it as my desktop picture, he has such a cute little face (in a Goth kind of way)..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boys in eyeliner are so darn cute!&lt;/span&gt;, Yes I know he is a little young ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't worry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://southerncircleofhell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pissy&lt;/a&gt;). But the look on his face makes me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , what have I been up to? I can really say, WP has been off on vacation Tue/ wed and day off today &amp; tomorrow. The week has flown by in a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to file my papers with immigration, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terrified&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pissed off&lt;/span&gt; that the buggers put their fees up at the end of last month! I thought it wont be so bad just a few $'s more....Wrong its now going to cost me around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;+&lt;/span&gt; more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went today to have passport size photos taken to send in with all the stuff, they are terrible, I hate my photo taken at the best of times but this looks like I have had a stroke or something, one side of my mouth is up and the other is down!&lt;br /&gt;Wp's are terrible too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope that I don't have to see these photos again after I have sent them off.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I needed three but they only do them in pairs so I had to buy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will burn the other&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of burning, I had some papers the other day that I wanted to get rid of and had a brainwave, I thought it would be easier to just burn them in the sink rather then cut them all up. Wrong. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 hours later the apartment still reeked of smoke&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest of the week has been mostly watching WP and his pal( south city boy who I am going to call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Billy Bob&lt;/span&gt; Hee) working on cars (yes in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100+&lt;/span&gt; temperatures! ). I think on the whole more talking and general messing about goes on then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actual car maintenance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it , at least thats all I can recall....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-8211701062947695371?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8211701062947695371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8211701062947695371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/08/drivel.html' title='Drivel.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrvTx0zwGtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oDNX-aRKfVo/s72-c/1171054687883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-2082368914619009918</id><published>2007-08-04T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:56:27.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Hair Day'/><title type='text'>Midnight Madness &amp; Bare ass cheek.</title><content type='html'>Last night we went to "&lt;a href="http://www.gatewayraceway.com/track/news/article.php?dir=200706&amp;id=988"&gt;Midnight Madness&lt;/a&gt;" which is to cut a long story short &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"St. Louis Style Outlaw Street Racing (starting tree, instant green, no scoreboards, your time only on timeslips)"&lt;/span&gt;, or so the  website says.&lt;br /&gt;We got there around 9ish and stayed til about 1.30am (it finished at 3).&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty enjoyable evening, one near crash a few two wheel starts. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, having never been anywhere like this before. Ordinary Joe can go along with his ride and pay like 20$ to race.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the cars were fancier, some were just regular cars, some created clouds upon clouds of smoke from wheel spins, some pulled away as though out for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday drive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some photo's (terrible though they are)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrUQ8EzwGoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JZjG8neo8WE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrUQ8EzwGoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JZjG8neo8WE/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094997177708583554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No I did not try this out (and I dont know the guy on it either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrURPEzwGpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Z13bc7t0O8o/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrURPEzwGpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Z13bc7t0O8o/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094997504126098066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terrible photo but its an actual &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mullet&lt;/span&gt; out in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrURjUzwGqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YBVPrd17vPk/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrURjUzwGqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YBVPrd17vPk/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094997852018449058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paris Hilton wannabe and her dog. Had to take this discretely hence the leg shots, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes guys there is a dog somewhere in the picture, move your eyes up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrUSIkzwGrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cjYERJoNMqs/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrUSIkzwGrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cjYERJoNMqs/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094998491968576178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of people seemed to be drinking this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully she stuck to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and a ciggie&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now this woman, not only was she dressed as though she was heading to a night club but she gave everybody this dance, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't think she got any $'s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flavor Flav lookalike handing out rubbish little coins worth a whole free burger at rally's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"spectacular smoky burnout"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S'pose I'd better show a car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A couple of south city hoosiers that latched onto us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not really we went with them (I cut WP off because he is camera shy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Lastly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I noticed this morning I quite possibly spent the whole night looking like this*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/oops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Pixiestl/oops.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Oh the shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; It wasn't as bad as it seems, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; I had a long(ish) T shirt on.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Two&lt;/span&gt; my ass is pretty flat, I took the photo whilst bending (for effect) Lastly and most importantly the jeans were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; too tight, they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a) &lt;/span&gt;very old and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b)&lt;/span&gt; I possibly caught them on the seating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now thats my story and I'm sticking to it.&lt;/span&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/27889486-2082368914619009918?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/2082368914619009918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/2082368914619009918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/08/midnight-madness-bare-ass-cheek.html' title='Midnight Madness &amp; Bare ass cheek.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrUQ8EzwGoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JZjG8neo8WE/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-5926648748206596826</id><published>2007-08-01T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:56:02.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buying Shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrFMMEzwGnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZjNt18Lh7U0/s1600-h/m_quickie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrFMMEzwGnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZjNt18Lh7U0/s400/m_quickie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093936423865686642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; a quickie is supposed to last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 minutes&lt;/span&gt;, I feel a little short changed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt; moving on, I have managed to visit most people today, found a few are missing? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nutz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Novak&lt;/span&gt; &amp; Brucie anyone ?&lt;br /&gt;See that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nonny&lt;/span&gt; finally decided to show her face as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten just how tedious word verification can be, especially when you enter it wrong, hit enter and close the comments window without anything saving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updates as promised ( as boring as they are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to the movies lots of times, don't you find that you don't go for ages and then seem to do nothing but go.&lt;br /&gt;Movies watched over the last week or so: Die Hard 4, Oceans 13, Tranformers, Harry Potter (complete with little brats screaming and running up and down the steps), I think there was something else to but I cant remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant think of any particular TV shows I cannot miss, have been watching Age of love pretty much every week, started to watch Pirate Master but them forgot what night and channel it was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read all 5 flowers in the attic to satisfy my unexplained yearning to read them again, cried (as in really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sobbed&lt;/span&gt;) at the end of book 5 when Chris dies and then Cathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Harry Potter has been and gone, I walked all the way to Boarders on release day, queued for my ticket, then queued for my book and free poster ( which I am not allowed to put up). Rushed home and began reading....Next thing the telephone rang and its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WP's&lt;/span&gt; bro calling to tell me he has bought me Harry Potter ( Bless him). I felt terrible telling him that I had just been out and bought it, it was so nice and thoughtful of him, hes not a bad lad, he could be tidier but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then by the nest afternoon it was all over, the end. I know know Harry's fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I going to do now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it, over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for one thing I have now re-bought the first 5 books ( from e-bay &amp; Amazon I paid a premium as people are now cashing in on the fact that everybody and his dog ( well almost) are after HP stuff). Point in case, last month I could have got the first five books (used) in the box set on Amazon for a little over $20. Of course I put it off and put it off, now the cheapest ones on there are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$89&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I have bugger all to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have changed bank's to a local credit union, turning out to be a big mistake...Yesterday I paid a few bills over the telephone by card, went to a few stores and used the card, then we had dinner in steak and shake, went to pay and the card was declined!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got right on the telephone ( after using another card) with the bank, guess what they said?&lt;br /&gt;You are only allowed 10 credit card transactions a day!!! WTF. If there is money in the account I should be able to use it 100 times in a day should I choose to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a security measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so there are two cards linked to that account his &amp;amp; mine, say he buys gas on the way to work, breakfast, mid-morning snack, lunch and soda in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I got to the post office, Walgreens, pick up some dry cleaning and pop into a couple of other stores. thats the whole days transactions used up.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm and I thought the banking world were trying to get us away from cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the majority of the day trying to get my new site up and running, only a few more pages to go.....Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnd thats about all I can think of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-5926648748206596826?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5926648748206596826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5926648748206596826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/08/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrFMMEzwGnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZjNt18Lh7U0/s72-c/m_quickie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-4778871810131306558</id><published>2007-07-31T23:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:46:24.999-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Designs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drivel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Late night quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrAPyEzwGmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EVFDCasJ7lM/s1600-h/10148%7EQuickie-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrAPyEzwGmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EVFDCasJ7lM/s400/10148%7EQuickie-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093588531514710626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No not that kind of quickie, get your minds out of the gutter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an extra quick post ( yes yes I hear you yell it's about time......or maybe you haven't even noticed I have been gone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I have been working on my blog, I thought I needed a change to fit in with my new website,links at top of page ;). Of course the site is nowhere near finished, I have all the boring stuff like writing to do! ~ sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more about what &lt;strike&gt;a boring life I lead&lt;/strike&gt; I have been up to tomorrow ( Promise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighty night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; its not quite midnight, perhaps I will get another kind of quickie if I play my cards right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hee, hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-4778871810131306558?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4778871810131306558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4778871810131306558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/07/late-night-quickie.html' title='Late night quickie'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RrAPyEzwGmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EVFDCasJ7lM/s72-c/10148%7EQuickie-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-7769829908739666333</id><published>2007-06-30T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:32:01.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants and needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babysitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drivel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unpaid debts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>season premiere......</title><content type='html'>Well not really, but I thought it was about time I showed my face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to?&lt;br /&gt;Cant say I can think of anything extra exciting really ( At this point I should maybe make up a fancy tale, but lack the imagination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick run down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still going to the gym,Got &lt;strike&gt; a hott body&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;strike&gt;6 pack,&lt;/strike&gt;Smaller boobs (barely a handful) and larger but less wobbly legs, according to WP anyway....Still my pants are getting looser even if I cannot see any difference. I haven't been going to Yoga for a while, I must get back into it soon, I was thinking about Pilate's as well (Monday evenings)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WP has had another birthday, still waiting for one of his pressies to show up (dam you ebay T shirt seller!!). I was going to &lt;strike&gt;burn&lt;/strike&gt; bake him a cake but he was off for a few days so I couldn't&lt;strike&gt; fill the house with smoke&lt;/strike&gt; bake without him knowing...So he got off lightly this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to see Oceans 13 yesterday, aside from the &lt;strike&gt;Brad Pitt on the large screen &lt;/strike&gt; obvious attractions  the film was ok too. What was not ok was the concessions costing as much as the tickets...No time to stop off before hand to stock up on goodies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sopranos, yes I know this has probably been disscussed to death but I have to add my 2 cents....At first just like everybody else I thought the cable was out, you got to hand it to David Chase love him or hate him he got everybody talking. The next morning the amount of hatred on the HBO forums was unprecedented Hee. As for me, well I am glad ole Tony didn't die, (or did he????) I like to think he lives on...I hate when things end.But really what is there to look forward to now on a Sunday night?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have sorted out my PC to within an inch of its life, its so organized now(well it was, little files are creeping in here and there where they are not mean to be...I will get to them soon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a number of emails in my in box which I still need to reply to, If you are one of them I haven't forgotten you I have just been lazy.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had an urge the other day to re-read the Flowers in the attic series so am hunting them out on ebay as I type (3 down 2 to go)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MUST make arrangements to either pre-order the last Harry Potter( sob) or get some kind person to take me on release day (July 21st) Another thing I hate to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Gosh, I am having trouble thinking of things I have been doing, we have had meals out, fights, meals in, watched movies, its (nearly) July and I haven't even been down to the pool yet.&lt;br /&gt;I have to babysit tomorrow evening for TM woman, I still haven't gotten my $100 from the old neighbours ( who I have now found out they have moved just over the boarder to Illinois) Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Hell! This post is full of mindless, useless drivel, still at least you all know that I haven't pissed WP off enough (yet) for him to have killed me and buried me in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;I will try and make a real effort to visit everyone and post some more on here, If I don't see you I wish all my American pals a happy 4th, and now my friends I will leave you with this song( a current fave) Off to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVAcAq3MSMY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVAcAq3MSMY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/27889486-7769829908739666333?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/7769829908739666333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/7769829908739666333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/06/season-premiere.html' title='season premiere......'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-8714591845185404472</id><published>2007-05-14T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T11:06:02.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RkiIQpPQj3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/RKsAHtPu5hI/s1600-h/to-be-continued.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RkiIQpPQj3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/RKsAHtPu5hI/s400/to-be-continued.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064447600507260786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all for your comments etc, I am taking a break from blogging ( &amp; the internet ) for a while, it just doesnt "do it" for me at this moment in time, and lets face it I dont have the most interesting life to blog about!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all well and perhaps when I get the bug again I will be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Pixie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&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/27889486-8714591845185404472?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8714591845185404472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8714591845185404472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/05/thanks-all-for-your-comments-etc-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RkiIQpPQj3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/RKsAHtPu5hI/s72-c/to-be-continued.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-2135455674720502610</id><published>2007-04-24T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T11:45:40.055-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ouch'/><title type='text'>Things falling apart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few days I have had this lower back paint that has slowly crept up on me. The right upper buttock to be precise. Its getting so sore I am getting waves of nausea with it now. Well at least I think thats where they are coming from, who knows, I may have other parts of me falling apart too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Ri4xBDW4sfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xtz_whCQC28/s1600-h/2a1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Ri4xBDW4sfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xtz_whCQC28/s400/2a1003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057033325734572530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WP says its because I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"old as dirt"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His words not mine&lt;/span&gt;, such a sympatheic man I live with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I am not sure when it arrived or what cause it. I have narrowed it down to the following suspects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yoga on Saturday- we did lots of "leg work" which included lying on our backs making scissor movements up and down and in an out with out legs. Not pretty to look at.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carrying 2 full loads of wet laundry in a basket up the stairs from the basement. That will teach me to be lazy and not do them one at a time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bedroom antics, and thats &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; I am saying, use your imaginations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or possibly WP is right and I am indeed old as dirt Hee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Now please excuse me, I am off to pop a few more pills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I go I have to post &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/news/article/index.jsp?uuid=288d510f-17cc-4fc2-adcd-95ab12161a12"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; which I found hilarious. Seems Shanna Moakler ( former Miss USA - &lt;strike&gt;married&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;divorced&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;reconciled&lt;/strike&gt;, Who knows... to Travis Barker) posted Paris (pink Taco) &amp; Lindsays (Fire Crotch) personal emails &amp;amp; phone numbers on her "my space" page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* You may remember Paris had a quick fling with Travis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-2135455674720502610?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/2135455674720502610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/2135455674720502610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-falling-apart.html' title='Things falling apart...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Ri4xBDW4sfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xtz_whCQC28/s72-c/2a1003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-489717698563965429</id><published>2007-04-23T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T11:39:21.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>GRRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RizdzjW4seI/AAAAAAAAAIU/J69KFr-8qVU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RizdzjW4seI/AAAAAAAAAIU/J69KFr-8qVU/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056660359364522466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been going to the gym for what, a month now ? Or there abouts. How much weight have I lost ? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;None!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right not a single pound, what the hell!&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what I am doing wrong, I am not eating more then usual, I am burning on average 330 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cals&lt;/span&gt; per every 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Min's&lt;/span&gt; I spend on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;elliptical&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; the weights machine &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; Yoga once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am slightly irked to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WP has lost weight by doing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! OK so I got him to switch from regular soda to diet a while ago, and I have been paying more attention to what we have both been eating ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes I wonder if he is a lost cause&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;obsessive&lt;/span&gt; about calories, I can tell you now right off the top of my head, without even going to look that Quaker Maple &amp;amp; Brown sugar instant oatmeal has 160 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cal's&lt;/span&gt;, 1/2 cup serving of bran flakes with skimmed milk is 140, one pot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;low fat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt; 140...The list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not fair, maybe I should try this out :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WDQgsr5tR48"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WDQgsr5tR48" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-489717698563965429?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/489717698563965429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/489717698563965429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/04/grrrr.html' title='GRRRR'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RizdzjW4seI/AAAAAAAAAIU/J69KFr-8qVU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-1730917435187376649</id><published>2007-04-18T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:51:16.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moans'/><title type='text'>The one with the moans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RiaaFe6GiCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Y1OBXbu08bE/s1600-h/doormat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RiaaFe6GiCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Y1OBXbu08bE/s400/doormat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054897050756745250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided I need to be more assertive and stand up for myself, for too long I have been under the line of thinking that when you say "no" it means you are mean and unhelpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case in point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me on the phone to &lt;/span&gt;Walmart&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Walmart:&lt;/span&gt; Hello this is Walmart how may I help you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; yes I returned something 2 weeks ago and and want to know how long it takes for the money to be put back into my bank account,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Walmart: &lt;/span&gt;Hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ring ring ring ring ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Walmart(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same woman&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;/span&gt; Hello this is Walmart how may I help you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; yes I returned someth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Walmart (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuts me off mid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt; Hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ring ring ring ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Walmart(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same woman&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;/span&gt; Hello this is Walmart how may I help you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; yes I returned .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Walmart (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuts me off mid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt; Hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ring ring ring ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walmart(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same woman&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;/span&gt; Hello this is Walmart how may I help you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;*yes I .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Walmart (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuts me off mid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt; Yes I am trying to put you through (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really then why do you keep answering the dam phone?&lt;/span&gt;), they must have left for the day (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's 2.45pm&lt;/span&gt;).You will have to call back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Thank....*phone call is cut off*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wps Bro comes home walks into the bedroom and places a tenner on the desk in front of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WB:&lt;/span&gt; This is for laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Well I am not going to the bank (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The machines take quarters&lt;/span&gt;) today ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I only walk to the bank when I want quarters for laundry- I have nother reason to walk all the way to the bank&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WB:&lt;/span&gt; Well thats fine whenever you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He leaves the room and shuts the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dont get me wrong I have no objection to sorting out his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stinky socks&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wear plastic bags on my hands Hee&lt;/span&gt;), I have no objection to washing it all, folding it and hanging it all up neatly in his room, but come on. He has transport, I dont. He has been to the mall this morning (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where they have a change machine&lt;/span&gt;). He has been to the Gym (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;across the street from the bank&lt;/span&gt;), could he have not gotten quarters then ? I could have had it all done by now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is I am going to give it him back and ask him to get some quarters and then I will do it, but it wont be until Saturday afternoon at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;earliest&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WP is off tomorrow &amp; Friday so I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buggered &lt;/span&gt;if I am going to do it then&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just two examples of many I often find myself doing things for people because I dont want to seem mean if I say the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N word&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if &lt;a href="http://southerncircleofhell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pissy&lt;/a&gt; could come up with an online class to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Of course this post was not written in a Bitchy, moany way at all...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;. The fact is other then going to the gym I have nothing else to blog about today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-1730917435187376649?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/1730917435187376649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/1730917435187376649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-with-moans.html' title='The one with the moans...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RiaaFe6GiCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Y1OBXbu08bE/s72-c/doormat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-8366197690650940684</id><published>2007-04-14T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:48:24.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'>Rainy day randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well I have been up to nothing of much interest again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we watched the new Rocky movie: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched the new James Bond (Casino &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Royale&lt;/span&gt;), it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Daniel Craig (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who incidentally was born in the same hospital as me&lt;/span&gt;) was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nothing special, I noticed his ears bend outwards at the top &amp; his bum was nice and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to yoga this morning, in the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pouring, freezing rain&lt;/span&gt;, I bought a mat on Thursday from Target but left it at home (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because of the rain&lt;/span&gt;). I was running a little late because I went in jeans (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wet by this time&lt;/span&gt;) so had to change. By then I had missed my spot in the corner. There were lots more people there this week so I had to sneak in at the back in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;full view of everyone&lt;/span&gt; in the main gym section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RiE9bzOM-mI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1JM4NsXTqyc/s1600-h/uttanasana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RiE9bzOM-mI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1JM4NsXTqyc/s400/uttanasana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053387804701948514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may have just been me but I noticed (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from between my knees&lt;/span&gt;) when we were standing facing the mirror touching our toes that it seems that quite a few men spend a lot of time on the machines directly opposite the yoga area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coincidence perhaps ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will leave you with this little gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qehxjub5lyo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qehxjub5lyo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-8366197690650940684?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8366197690650940684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8366197690650940684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-i-have-been-up-to-nothing-of-much.html' title='Rainy day randomness'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RiE9bzOM-mI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1JM4NsXTqyc/s72-c/uttanasana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-6493461015106381824</id><published>2007-04-12T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:06:27.709-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mess'/><title type='text'>I love my husband....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Despite his ability to leave the bedroom floor looking like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rh48vjOM-lI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LTLVJ-2fq6k/s1600-h/mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rh48vjOM-lI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LTLVJ-2fq6k/s400/mess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052542619562605138" 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/27889486-6493461015106381824?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/6493461015106381824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/6493461015106381824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-my-husband.html' title='I love my husband....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rh48vjOM-lI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LTLVJ-2fq6k/s72-c/mess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-1774361557397582468</id><published>2007-04-11T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T12:38:51.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Designs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'>Addicted to TV...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once again I am being lax in my blogging....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A whole week has gone by since my last post! I cant even begin to tell you what I have been doing instead, because I don't rightly know!&lt;br /&gt;A small update....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of course I have been going to Gym Monday, Wednesday, Friday &amp; Saturday(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;). I went on Monday but I have to take it easy for the rest of the week so am unable to go...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have just finished another blog design for "&lt;span class="post-author"&gt;And One For Mahler" over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://oneformahler.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick=""&gt;I'll Drink To That&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to see the new Turtles movie on Thursday with WP's bro &amp; his 2 kids. It was pretty good, the special effects were great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of course Sunday night was &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/"&gt;Soprano&lt;/a&gt; night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have also started to watch &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.sho.com/site/tudors/home.do"&gt;The Tudors&lt;/a&gt;(basically just about Henry VIII in his younger days), thats pretty good Jonathon Rhys Meyers is pretty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rh0aKjOM-jI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Tx3s1E8wkZY/s1600-h/comingatt-meyers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rh0aKjOM-jI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Tx3s1E8wkZY/s400/comingatt-meyers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052223125535390258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alas not so cute in this revolting picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rh0aWjOM-kI/AAAAAAAAAH0/V1OP1dmiD-I/s1600-h/jonathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rh0aWjOM-kI/AAAAAAAAAH0/V1OP1dmiD-I/s400/jonathan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052223331693820482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YUK YUK YUK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;And then tonight is Americas next top m&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am a TV addict...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-1774361557397582468?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/1774361557397582468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/1774361557397582468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/04/once-again-i-am-being-lax-in-my.html' title='Addicted to TV...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rh0aKjOM-jI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Tx3s1E8wkZY/s72-c/comingatt-meyers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-553650175953554573</id><published>2007-04-04T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:40:08.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bathrooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>Last night.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday WP won some tickets to the St Louis Bandits ( JR Ice Hockey) V's team USA. He works til 7 and the game started at 7.30 so it was a bit of a rush we got into the city really quick but then spent around 15-20 mins trying to find somewhere to park ( The Cardinals were playing)&lt;br /&gt;We finally got into the suite at around 7.55.&lt;br /&gt;I was starving and his company always lay on the same old thing, Some disgusting green cheesy smelling dip with greasy toasted bread and toasted ravioli with sauce which is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;However this is what I saw when I arrived....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhPYFkjbdQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ILVSR5tqPeo/s1600-h/DSCF0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhPYFkjbdQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ILVSR5tqPeo/s320/DSCF0801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049617197435680002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;An empty platter! The F***ers had eaten the lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed off! There were a group consisting of 2 guys and a girl and then a group of 2 men and their wives, the men had piled high plates.&lt;br /&gt;How Rude. I didn't like them from that moment on...( I wont say anything else about them here because one of them must work for the same company as WP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the first period they ran a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Throw a paper airplane into the open sunroof of the car to win it"&lt;/span&gt; competition, mine was screwed up in my bag and  as we were so high up in the club level access suites I didn't really think my little plane would stand a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhPZ6UjbdRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eKgbKT5yrJI/s1600-h/DSCF0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhPZ6UjbdRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eKgbKT5yrJI/s320/DSCF0795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049619203185407250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can just make out the planes on the ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course nobody won the car but the person who got it nearest did win the pool table the car was towing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suites are quite nice all in all, there is always plenty of bottles water (I stole a bottle for the Gym today),Sprite and Pepsi ( Better then Coke) to help yourself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhPbMUjbdTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GF3WWk_AVWI/s1600-h/DSCF0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhPbMUjbdTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GF3WWk_AVWI/s320/DSCF0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049620611934680370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not a very good picture but I didn't want the other people in the room to think I was "odd" so I took this discreetly...You can just make out the Stadium seating at the front of the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhPaikjbdSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9pimL_Vtpj0/s1600-h/DSCF0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhPaikjbdSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9pimL_Vtpj0/s320/DSCF0798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049619894675141922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The suite has its own fancy(ish)  bathroom, so of course I have to post that pic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I suppose I better post a few pics of the game too, after all thats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; we were there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhPcxkjbdUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KEHwNEW7-BI/s1600-h/DSCF0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhPcxkjbdUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KEHwNEW7-BI/s320/DSCF0796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049622351396435266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhPc6kjbdVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/idrFs8_680Q/s1600-h/DSCF0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhPc6kjbdVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/idrFs8_680Q/s320/DSCF0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049622506015257938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Louis won 4-3, I find it strange that they still play Gary Glitters Rock and Roll Part 2 when the home team scores, after all he is nothing put a filthy paedophile... Thats not to say I dont like the song I do but still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your enjoyment this song uses a sample of Rock and Roll part 2 and was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hit in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Adk1ujjmguo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Adk1ujjmguo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In 1988, a group called The Timelords released a song called "Doctorin' The Tardis" that sampled this. The song went to #1 in England and made Glitter a lot of money, which he needed for legal bills and an extravagant lifestyle. The Timelords later became The KLF, who had a hit with "3AM Eternal."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Look out for a nice shot of one of the&lt;a href="http://wiltshirewhitehorses.org.uk/"&gt; Whiltshire chalk horses&lt;/a&gt;,a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; post (mail) box and some &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green Green&lt;/span&gt; English countryside...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Because we had nothing to eat this resulted in a stop to Jack in the box on the way home, thus canceling out a days Gym efforts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-553650175953554573?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/553650175953554573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/553650175953554573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-night.html' title='Last night.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhPYFkjbdQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ILVSR5tqPeo/s72-c/DSCF0801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-5390683132245960016</id><published>2007-04-02T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:19:06.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babysitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Randomness#318314</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhE3UAiCi4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/1fy0clWRrCI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhE3UAiCi4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/1fy0clWRrCI/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048877474138721154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extent of my gardening skills, ok so the people before planted the actual bulbs and shrubs but I did go out there on Friday and weed it all.&lt;br /&gt;The tulips are on their last legs now and thanks to the huge downpour on Saturday evening they are all bent forward.&lt;br /&gt;We have some lilies (my Favourites) coming up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I babysat for the kids up stairs most of the day. It was the boys birthday the day before and he got a new X-box game which he was itching to play but their X-box is very temperamental (I think its on its way out myself).&lt;br /&gt;So he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasn't happy&lt;/span&gt; that he could not play it, when they are not happy they tend to fight with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to watch &lt;a href="http://www.eragonmovie.com/"&gt;Eragon&lt;/a&gt; (which I took up with me) WP had said it was rubbish, I really enjoyed it! And yes I was a little moist eyed at the end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for lunch and of course they both wanted something different, He had canned spaghetti hoops and meatball, she had tomato soup and grilled cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to turn out two perfect grilled cheese sandwiches for once, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;took my eye off the soup&lt;/span&gt; and it decided to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boil over&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took them to my place because I had some work to finish up on the PC, It was great, no fighting no arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got to play his X-box game on ours and she went on the internet on the other PC.&lt;br /&gt;They then swapped over and he went on the internet and me and the girl played a bit of Super Mario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better when I went upstairs I discovered that their Mom has now moved her treadmill into the living room!! I thought I had just got used to sleeping through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats was Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was at the Gym (although my thighs ache like crazy still) did 2 miles on the stepper whilst watching Jerry Springer. Then I moved onto the machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be doing laundry today but I may put it off another day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-5390683132245960016?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5390683132245960016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5390683132245960016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/04/randomness318314.html' title='Randomness#318314'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RhE3UAiCi4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/1fy0clWRrCI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-654278496470882311</id><published>2007-03-31T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T16:55:37.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'>Where did the week go ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rg7YNAiCi3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/rgoSt2IGb5U/s1600-h/yoga2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rg7YNAiCi3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/rgoSt2IGb5U/s400/yoga2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048209950321576818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday already and I feel like I have gotten nothing accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell you what I have been doing, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have barely had time to visit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; blogs at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still busy with setting up a blog roll for the woman who is maybe aiming to have the longest blog roll list in history. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know who you are&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough TK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Gym on Friday morning, I did 25 mins on the stepper treadmill machine, I stepped around 2 miles. Yay. I was hot and sweaty though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ventured onto some of the other machines for thighs, arms etc, I moved onto the ab crunch machine (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; which I had no idea how to use&lt;/span&gt;), one of the trainers said he would show me how to use it in a few minutes but then Madeline ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The trainer who tortured me with the 25 min cardio workout&lt;/span&gt;) walked past and said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't want to go on there girl&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she calls everyone girl&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That will build up your stomach muscles and make it bigger&lt;/span&gt; ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked what I should do them to achieve a flat stomach and she pointed over to the huge exercise balls and said them.... I took this to mean in other words sign up for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$99 public torture sessions&lt;/span&gt;. No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning I was back again for my first try at Yoga, it was ok. Today there were only 6 other people, 3 older women (one of which chatted to me before and after the class) a Teenage girl who looked a bit "goth" a guy and a hugely overweight girl of around 15 who did it in her jeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was nearest to me and kept putting me off whenever she fell over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got through the hour , I kept forgetting to hold in my stomach muscles and I think I was inhaling when I should have been exhaling, but no disasters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hour went really fast, because there were so few of us Madeline used the music that was already in the player...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt a little strange to be doing yoga to the sounds of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I'm gonna get-get-get-get you drunk Get you love drunk of my hump"&lt;/span&gt; I kept thinking about Will Farrell singing it in that movie trailer for his new movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing was I didn't like the thought of putting my head on their mats ( who knows whats gone on on them!) Gothic girl fetched her own mat, I may look into getting my own.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-654278496470882311?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/654278496470882311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/654278496470882311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-did-week-go.html' title='Where did the week go ?'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rg7YNAiCi3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/rgoSt2IGb5U/s72-c/yoga2.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-7231828096533513455</id><published>2007-03-28T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T11:30:16.093-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bathrooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'>I may not have the energy to type this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgqQywiCi2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/mSLein6p29c/s1600-h/frazzled4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgqQywiCi2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/mSLein6p29c/s400/frazzled4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047005534117596002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well I am back from my first Gym visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My face is pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My thighs feel like jelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am totally unfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trainer Madeline took my stats, gave me a whirlwind tour of the machines, demonstrated how to adjust the seat heights etc,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all of which I have now forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then said she was going to give me an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; intensive 20 min workout&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh Joy&lt;/span&gt;), where I had to keep moving the whole 20 minuets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; idiot&lt;/span&gt; jogging around the gym( gotta get me some sports bras) past everyone else working out on the treadmills etc.&lt;br /&gt;She had me doing squats with a weight, push ups (knee ones thank god), jumping, balancing on a half ball thingy while lifting weights above my head and all manner of embarrassing things. Luckily I was too totally knacked to look around to see if people were watching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she wanted me at all times to be an 8 on a scale of 1 to 10. 10 being where you are gonna pass out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad when it was over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then went onto say she recommended that I sign up for more of this at a cost of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;only $99 for 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I will get results this way and that I wouldn't on the machines .&lt;br /&gt;These 20 min workouts are different every time so they shock the body (you can say that again) and get better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I politely declined the offer.....Hey for one thing I haven't got $99 to just fritter away on torture sessions and secondly they do these sessions in the corner of the Gym where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; can see you making a prat of yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned I was interested in the Yoga and she said she takes that class so I think I am going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I read my horoscope the other day and it said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to look into some sort of stress releasing venture such as yoga otherwise it may have health consequences&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say I am not sporty in the slightest, in junior school me and my friend would offer every Friday afternoon to tidy the classroom to get out of PE.&lt;br /&gt;Of course not much tidying ever went on, we did things like explore the boys bathrooms instead(Yes my interest in bathrooms began at a young age).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strike&gt;think&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Know&lt;/span&gt; I am more comfortable doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;geekish&lt;/span&gt; like things, but I will persevere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now please excuse me while I collapse in a heap on the floor....&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/27889486-7231828096533513455?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/7231828096533513455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/7231828096533513455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-may-not-have-energy-to-type-this.html' title='I may not have the energy to type this...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgqQywiCi2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/mSLein6p29c/s72-c/frazzled4.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-2549879418326892744</id><published>2007-03-27T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:28:52.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'>Well I bit the bullet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And joined the Gym today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgmYRWxefDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vxCiXIxHC4Y/s1600-h/57359912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgmYRWxefDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vxCiXIxHC4Y/s320/57359912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046732281383648306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be there at 9am tomorrow for my visit with an instructor (Madeline) where they take all your stats ( not looking forward to that) and tell you what will work best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a few comments on &lt;a href="http://notstirred.blogspot.com/2007/03/grown-up-bullies.html"&gt;Angel Jr's&lt;/a&gt; blog about people laughing at unfit people who go to gyms, this put me off a little so the guy assured me that their gym is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"intimidation free"&lt;/span&gt; unlike the last place he worked ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Golds Gym&lt;/span&gt;) where that used to happen a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and there were some HUGE people there happily working away on the machines so I felt a little better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also looking at the free classes and am leaning towards yoga, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any thoughts people ?&lt;/span&gt; I am not that supple, but hey imagine the possibilities if I was *Wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will turn into a workout freak like Treadmill woman but I wouldn't hold your breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will report tomorrow on my progress, if I survive the ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-2549879418326892744?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/2549879418326892744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/2549879418326892744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-i-bit-bullet.html' title='Well I bit the bullet...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgmYRWxefDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vxCiXIxHC4Y/s72-c/57359912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-7977761315625222813</id><published>2007-03-26T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T12:48:35.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Staying on theme...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RggFAmxefCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dQiHnB_2vLc/s1600-h/5840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RggFAmxefCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dQiHnB_2vLc/s400/5840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046288890434845730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following on from yesterdays theme of balls, I thought I would throw this one out there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; I may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; not be one of those psychotic chicks who gets pleasure from imagining these mishaps on the male of the species. I'll leave that up to you to decide....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean come on, am I really that mean ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-7977761315625222813?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/7977761315625222813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/7977761315625222813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/staying-on-theme.html' title='Staying on theme...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RggFAmxefCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dQiHnB_2vLc/s72-c/5840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-2717239721104145633</id><published>2007-03-25T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T14:28:05.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgbLLHeBgeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YiJD0Pxfbrw/s1600-h/beach-balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgbLLHeBgeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YiJD0Pxfbrw/s400/beach-balls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045943824359195106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bro and I have spoken about the yogurt incident and he has stated that he will buy some more for him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;And he did buy me 2 chicken snack wraps from McDonalds~ they look as though they are pretty  healthy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact the other day he went there and asked what he could get me for lunch, I said just get one of those burgers off the $ menu( because I don't want to spend all his money) but he refused and said they were full of grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not such a bad guy really, we had a good long chat yesterday and he understands me, as I do him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The end of the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;That one anyway ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-2717239721104145633?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/2717239721104145633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/2717239721104145633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgbLLHeBgeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YiJD0Pxfbrw/s72-c/beach-balls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-1488924088437307626</id><published>2007-03-24T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T10:39:44.643-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch'/><title type='text'>This is me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgVDEneBgdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kpn-O-RwqZ8/s1600-h/bitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgVDEneBgdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kpn-O-RwqZ8/s320/bitch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045512704131957202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its true, people think I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; but boy have they got that wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was in full on Bitch mode, nothing was right, I know I am being unreasonable but I cant stop my self.&lt;br /&gt;A brief outline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed off he went to go out without saying "bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed off that I walked all the way to Old Navy in search of sleep shorts only to find they are over a tenner a pair and all the clearance ones are only in XS or XXL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really pissed off when I found out his brother had eaten two of the three yogurts I had bought in an effort to start eating more healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this morning when I go to get the third and find out he had eaten that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I can make excuses :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Health issues on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ex issues on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling worthless to the most important person in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on but for what ? there is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; excuse really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be a nicer person, and stop hurting the people I love. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-1488924088437307626?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/1488924088437307626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/1488924088437307626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-me.html' title='This is me...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgVDEneBgdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kpn-O-RwqZ8/s72-c/bitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-8024127964049473338</id><published>2007-03-21T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T12:22:40.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoilt Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'>It just keeps getting better....</title><content type='html'>Following on from my post yesterday about Google's themes for home pages, I have since discovered that the themes change according to the time of day or weather conditions. Today for instance my bus stop people are just there, no umbrellas or wet suits, no rain. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How cool is that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad really to have nothing else in life to get excited about LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what can I tell you! I have all but finished the three designs I was working on, I have two possibles in the pipeline and WP wants a new website theme, I am thinking of a new theme for mine as well but that is way down the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nearly finished my Jilly Cooper book, I have bought another book from e-Bay this morning so I want to eek out the JC one to make it last longer. Its ok not one of her best though, a bit far fetched too, I certainly didn't behave in the way she has the teenagers behaving in her book. but then again I may have led a sheltered life, who knows what todays teens get up to ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thoughts, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; pretty bad at high school.....But I wont go into that now and tarnish my saintly image...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Other things to mention:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The new glass bottom walkway on the Grand Canyon:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would I go on it ?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it overpriced at $25 per person?&lt;/span&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other then that do I care enough about it for it to be on every news report? &lt;/span&gt;Not a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Anna Nicole:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough already I don't want to hear anything else about her, her son or the who's the babies daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Britney &lt;strike&gt;Shears&lt;/strike&gt; Spears:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shes out of rehab, great. According to news reports she went in there because she was scared of losing her kids....Perhaps she should have thought of that before being splashed all over the press out partying and knickerless. Once is a slip up anything more is intentional....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Heather Mills on Dancing with the stars:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they had their highest ratings ever, so they played it out by saving her til last. Alas I did not see it but from all accounts she didn't fall, didn't loose her leg and didn't tell any lies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-8024127964049473338?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8024127964049473338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/8024127964049473338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-just-keeps-getting-better.html' title='It just keeps getting better....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-4261180543548856213</id><published>2007-03-20T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:07:34.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><title type='text'>How cool is this....</title><content type='html'>Those lovely people at &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/webhp"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; have made my day by finally enabling theme selection on your personalized home pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate plain old &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;. If you have a Google account I thoroughly recommend that you make full use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only can you add from hundreds of widgets like weather, videos, note pads, sticky notes, games, gossip, you can also have all your bookmarks on there too. Thus meaning what ever computer you are using - be it the libraries, your mothers, brothers, whoever you log into your account and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; walla&lt;/span&gt;! Instant access to your bookmarks, notepads, memos etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now comes the decision I cant decide between this page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgBjZneBgbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jUnXafmOjOo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgBjZneBgbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jUnXafmOjOo/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044140874397745586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or this one, I am leaning towards this one but like the pink on the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgBjlneBgcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8w-53W9DzMY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgBjlneBgcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8w-53W9DzMY/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044141080556175810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this I have even forgiven them for the beta blogger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;debacle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick that in your pipe and smoke it Yahoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BTW Someone told me anyone can get a Gmail account nowadays, I am not sure but if anyone wants one let me know I have loads of invites left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-4261180543548856213?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4261180543548856213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4261180543548856213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-cool-is-this.html' title='How cool is this....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RgBjZneBgbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jUnXafmOjOo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-4388742957629122210</id><published>2007-03-20T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T12:52:41.172-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Designs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>The premiere</title><content type='html'>Ok so I didnt like the last look, puke green, Miami Vice look just was'nt working....&lt;br /&gt;At all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I am wondering what to do next and I am afraid credit for this one goes to WP ( He will always be WP to me). He planted the filmstrip seed. So after a few false starts here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cuts Ribbon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy with other things, including blog designs so not much time to blog , I promise to try to catch up asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent forgotten you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, if you get the chance to go see 300 then go its really good ( &amp;amp; sad). the fight scenes are amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-4388742957629122210?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4388742957629122210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4388742957629122210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/premiere.html' title='The premiere'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-5471548799897693964</id><published>2007-03-14T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:44:10.779-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>News Flash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RfiH7IQwZEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/h10o_LK6t7c/s1600-h/clipart_gravestone1.gif+copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RfiH7IQwZEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/h10o_LK6t7c/s320/clipart_gravestone1.gif+copy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041929232741065794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wp telephoned me this afternoon to inform me Webpirate no longer exists....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*violins play quietly in the background*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;, he has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; changed his name on e-Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leaves me with somewhat of a dilemma....what am I going to call him in future on my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-5471548799897693964?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5471548799897693964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5471548799897693964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/news-flash.html' title='News Flash'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RfiH7IQwZEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/h10o_LK6t7c/s72-c/clipart_gravestone1.gif+copy.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-2049651512136870094</id><published>2007-03-12T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T12:21:59.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too busy to blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RfWMIIQwZDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bLZgsjdj4oQ/s1600-h/T-Shirt-Not+Now,+I%27m+Busy-709658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RfWMIIQwZDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bLZgsjdj4oQ/s320/T-Shirt-Not+Now,+I%27m+Busy-709658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041089429195744306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am around just busy busy busy with web designs and reading my extra thick book (not one of her best) and of course all the usual things like cleaning, cooking (*cough) etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to catch up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-2049651512136870094?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/2049651512136870094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/2049651512136870094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/too-busy-to-blog.html' title='Too busy to blog.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RfWMIIQwZDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bLZgsjdj4oQ/s72-c/T-Shirt-Not+Now,+I%27m+Busy-709658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-6236235892101177709</id><published>2007-03-07T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:28:58.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Designs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Time for a change...</title><content type='html'>I thought as spring is sort of here that I should brighten up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book I re-ordered from e-Bay came yesterday(I ordered it new from an e-Bay store) so I will be occupied for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Re7gtqoIpPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/--0MEtI8TxY/s1600-h/JillyCooper+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Re7gtqoIpPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/--0MEtI8TxY/s400/JillyCooper+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039212108215526642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant think of anything to report so I will leave you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's be politically correct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the climate of political correctness now pervading America, Kentuckians, Tennesseans and West Virginians will no longer be referred to as "HILLBILLIES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must now refer to them as APPALACHIAN-AMERICANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And furthermore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT WOMEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1. She is not a "BABE" or a "CHICK" - She is a"BREASTED AMERICAN."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2. She is not "EASY" - She is "HORIZONTALLY ACCESSIBLE."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3. She is not a "DUMB BLONDE" - She is a "LIGHT-HAIRED DETOUR OFF THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4. She has not "BEEN AROUND" - She is a "PREVIOUSLY-ENJOYED COMPANION."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 . She does not "NAG" you - She becomes "VERBALLY REPETITIVE."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;6. She is not a "TWO-BIT HOOKER" - She is a "LOW COST PROVIDER."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT MEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1. He does not have a "BEER GUT" - He has developed a"LIQUID GRAIN STORAGE FACILITY."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2. He is not a "BAD DANCER" - He is "OVERLY CAUCASIAN."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3. He does not "GET LOST ALL THE TIME" - He "INVESTIGATES ALTERNATIVE DESTINATIONS."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4. He is not "BALDING" - He is in "FOLLICLE REGRESSION."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;5. He does not act like a "TOTAL ASS" - He develops a case of RECTAL-CRANIAL INVERSION."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;6. It's not his "CRACK" you see hanging out of his pants - It's"REAR CLEAVAGE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-6236235892101177709?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/6236235892101177709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/6236235892101177709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a change...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Re7gtqoIpPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/--0MEtI8TxY/s72-c/JillyCooper+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-5259857307092988545</id><published>2007-03-05T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T13:40:54.124-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>Nice cuppaTea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RexvQUypLUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HMc6ZePcpEk/s1600-h/barrywhite_140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RexvQUypLUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HMc6ZePcpEk/s400/barrywhite_140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038524409370455362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor WP came home last night with a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice was all husky and sexy like Barry Whites. I asked him to sing to me but for some reason he declined....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he had hot sweet tea with lemon, I have never known anyone drink as much tea as that man. He goes through around 2 one gallon pitchers of tea in 2 days, sometimes less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its plain tea, sometimes raspberry or spiced apple.Sometimes I make green, sometimes I will mix it up and make green tea and mango tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a big stock pot of tea for him at his Moms at Christmas, his sister said it was good and then said to WP "Well they drink a lot of tea in England" I laughed, firstly yeah I suppose the English are seen to drink a lot of tea, but its always hot. Secondly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate tea&lt;/span&gt;, hot cold or any. I can force myself to drink a hot cup of fruit tea but thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass me the Pepsi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Translation of the day:&lt;/span&gt; I called WP Narky this morning via email and he asked "whats a narky?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all you Americans, a new word for your daily vocabulary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narky&lt;/span&gt;   : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adjective&lt;/span&gt;-- British term -- easily annoyed; overly sensitive; quick to fly off the handle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-5259857307092988545?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5259857307092988545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5259857307092988545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/nice-cuppatea.html' title='Nice cuppaTea.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RexvQUypLUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HMc6ZePcpEk/s72-c/barrywhite_140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-558520804151384395</id><published>2007-03-04T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T10:47:12.880-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babysitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>Randomness #23651</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RerxjUypLTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kky1aRuqlxc/s1600-h/hogsriding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RerxjUypLTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kky1aRuqlxc/s400/hogsriding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038104722346159410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see Wild Hogs on Friday, it was pretty funny. We got there a little late so everyone had taken the good seats and we had to sit on the lower levels. I hate sitting down so near to the screen because fast action scenes tend to make me a little dizzy when I am that near. Thankfully there weren't many of them!&lt;br /&gt;Overall the film is worth a watch but not one to rush out and buy on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night I babysat for treadmill woman, she said 5.15 so I was there on time, they left at 6.00.&lt;br /&gt;Her new BF is a biker with long grey hair who sat on the coach and didn't say a word to me, it was a little intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after they left we wrote a play (the little girl always wants a play when I go) this time the theme was Easter. We came up with the Easter bunny pissed off because Santa gets cookies &amp;amp; milk and he gets not so much as a carrot breaks into the egg factory and steals the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Lame I know but it kept her happy for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played a bit of X-men and then watched home Alone 2. They fell asleep on the floor and on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;She came in alone and pissed off so I had to put on my "relationship advice" hat (me dishing out advice what a laugh).I can always give it out but I never follow it myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then by the time I got home WP was in bed asleep, so I gave him a little kiss on the cheek and turned over to go to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up later though and remembered to give me the "Ass bustin" he had promised via email earlier in the day- An except from said email.Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When your (my name) is bad, hiding in the bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ya gonna call, Assbusters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she's something strange and it don't look good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna call?&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna call?&lt;br /&gt;ASSBUSTERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bustin makes me feel good.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has quite a talent that guy doesn't he ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I go I want to say I am so Glad &lt;a href="http://southerncircleofhell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pissy&lt;/a&gt; and her family are OK after the terrible Tornado that ripped through her town at the end of last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-558520804151384395?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/558520804151384395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/558520804151384395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/03/randomness-23651.html' title='Randomness #23651'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RerxjUypLTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kky1aRuqlxc/s72-c/hogsriding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-7735113807069873688</id><published>2007-02-28T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T11:56:18.316-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bathrooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>In the bathroom.</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to get a shower, I turned to get some shower gel from the bottle and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is what I saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/ReWpCHPvzgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AIiJxikQjBU/s1600-h/bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/ReWpCHPvzgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AIiJxikQjBU/s320/bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036617612053696002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes the mango body wash (formally&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mango&lt;/span&gt; coloured) has now been reduced to a green sludge colour! God&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&amp; WP)&lt;/span&gt; knows what the hell is in there but I just could not bring myself to use it, I used the Axe instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems he had decanted every quarter full bottle of shampoo, conditioner, shower gel and who knows what into the one bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong in my book with having a million nearly empty bottles scattered around the side of the bath, whats the problem?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered a contest over on &lt;a href="http://stevenovak.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steve's blog&lt;/a&gt;- I did not win :| But if you* want to check out all his entries they can be found &lt;a href="http://stevenovak.blogspot.com/search/label/contest"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*If you are my husband reading this please do not check out my entry &amp; discover my wanton mis-use of toilet paper &amp;amp; Worcestershire Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: W0000 don't forget new season of Americas next top model is on tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-7735113807069873688?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/7735113807069873688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/7735113807069873688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-bathroom.html' title='In the bathroom.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/ReWpCHPvzgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AIiJxikQjBU/s72-c/bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-1593688312225933889</id><published>2007-02-24T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:56:47.680-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buying Shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Monday again.....</title><content type='html'>Ok so it's not Monday, its Saturday but as WP has Thur/Fri off at the moment it feels like Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot done over the "weekend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; we went to a junk yard where he managed to find the window crank for his truck which for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last few months we have been scouring the internet for&lt;/span&gt;, the guy charged him a tenner for two! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only that&lt;/span&gt; he also got a glove box and ashtray in the same colour as his dash from the only Ford Ranger in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;He's getting there its taking time but its great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;Got loads done, took the truck to get some work re-done that had supposed to have been done....&lt;br /&gt;Got to the mechanics, where the complete previous staff had been "let go" and all new people employed. They re-did the work and cleaned all the back brakes for free!&lt;br /&gt;The new manager was a nice guy, although he had one of them eyes that look at you when he is not actually looking at you which when he was talking to me wasn't looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;He thought I was Australian, which is re-freshing, its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; better then being thought of as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;French!&lt;/span&gt;-which I have been asked before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were dealing with the truck we went across the road to Taco Bell. the woman serving wanted to know where I was from and was really excited when I said England, she said my voice reminded her of &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/supernanny/index"&gt;Supernanny!&lt;/a&gt;- I sound nothing like Supernanny- she is from the south. I am from the north, but the woman seemed so excited I had to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;When I first got here a girl in Walgreens asked me if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew&lt;/span&gt; Supernanny... Who would have thought Jo would have made such a huge impact over here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and opened a bank account with the credit union down the road, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am nearly halfway there to the fee's I need to get all my papers in order. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went grocery shopping, spent a fortune, nothing new there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home to lots of parcels from the postman, mostly Car speakers, tail lights and computer parts but I ordered a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/French-Women-Dont-Get-Fat/dp/1400042127"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; from e-bay the other day for the bargain price of $2.25+ shipping. It came.&lt;br /&gt;It was an impulse buy I was reading about it online, checked it out on e-Bay where I saw it with a minute left to buy.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is &amp; here is how I was reading it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/ReBfJ4DHyfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ANGloP3Fjdk/s1600-h/bk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/ReBfJ4DHyfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ANGloP3Fjdk/s200/bk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035129006669154802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find the chocolate &amp; walnut cookies go down quite nicely when reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-1593688312225933889?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/1593688312225933889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/1593688312225933889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/02/monaday-again.html' title='Monday again.....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/ReBfJ4DHyfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ANGloP3Fjdk/s72-c/bk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-4680660548314339728</id><published>2007-02-20T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T09:57:49.417-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wales'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdsSHYDHycI/AAAAAAAAADY/DpwWEmpDntI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdsSHYDHycI/AAAAAAAAADY/DpwWEmpDntI/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033636926440589762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I learnt something, I discovered that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mardi_Gras"&gt;Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday&lt;/a&gt; or whatever you call it, was a celebration to do with lent!&lt;br /&gt;How cool, a carnival , beads, boobs and mucho alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do we celebrate it in the UK (and parts of Canada) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdsSj4DHydI/AAAAAAAAADg/ymQ1zpafJEc/s1600-h/shrove_olney_race1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdsSj4DHydI/AAAAAAAAADg/ymQ1zpafJEc/s320/shrove_olney_race1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033637416066861522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make pancakes (crepes) and eat them, sometimes we flip them in the air, some people hold pancake races- basically running down the street frying pan in hand flipping said pancake as you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm now which looks more fun ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I used to love pancake day - For some unknown reason most British people are brought up thinking that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Pancake_Day"&gt;Shrove Tuesday&lt;/a&gt; is the only day we are allowed to eat pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;This must be the only time of year the people at&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jif_%28lemon_juice%29"&gt; Jif lemon&lt;/a&gt; look forward too. Jif lemons are silly plastic lemon shaped containers of lemon juice, most Brits (well me) like our pancakes (crepes) with just sugar and lemon juice. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yum Yum yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdsT5IDHyeI/AAAAAAAAADo/azosA8O8XAM/s1600-h/jif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdsT5IDHyeI/AAAAAAAAADo/azosA8O8XAM/s200/jif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033638880650709474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A couple of other things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On the news last night there was a story about the family of a 10 year old girl who were suing their local school district &amp; a construction company which left their daughter with a six inxh scar on her head and three metal plates.&lt;br /&gt;Now thats a terrible tale don't get me wrong but when the reported read out the name of the company and then went on to mention it several times. I had to laugh,I couldn't help my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the company : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Boys Steel Erections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember the Jilly Cooper book I ordered off ebay from the stupid woman who doesn't do pay pal ?&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still no book&lt;/span&gt;, no check been cashed, so I send her a message asking for the status of my order.&lt;br /&gt;This morning we get this back:"&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hello, I haven't received any payment from you. and also your husband wanted to cancel the bidding, and the only way I could stop this bidding was to let it end and then leave feedback."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok so first off I asked her to withdraw the bid, because she basically could not be bothered to get off her ass and go and find out how much the shipping would be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secondly, no she let the auction end and then sent a payment invoice the next day with 10 pounds shipping (around $20)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thirdly I emailed her to say I had sent the check (the next day)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly , she hasn't left us any feedback whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think personally she is probably going to have to pay bank charges for cashing a check in Otherwise I am sure she would have contacted us long before now ( It was sent on the 5th) if she had not heard anything.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she will in future learn her lesson &amp; only offer items for sale to UKers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just gonna tell her not to bother, cancel the check , the only problem now is WP's generous mood Re &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the book&lt;/span&gt; has long expired so I wont be able to get it for a long while now. Which is pissing me off because I really was looking forward to reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid welsh person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-4680660548314339728?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4680660548314339728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/4680660548314339728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/02/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdsSHYDHycI/AAAAAAAAADY/DpwWEmpDntI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-3543623646954060125</id><published>2007-02-18T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T12:26:40.520-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants and needs'/><title type='text'>Need this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/shop/supertank/browse/store/wantthatshirt.44986733#"&gt;this shirt&lt;/a&gt;, how totally cool is that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdiZwh4NOpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ri4E19Te6NA/s1600-h/44986733v2_240x240_Front_Color-LightBlue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdiZwh4NOpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ri4E19Te6NA/s400/44986733v2_240x240_Front_Color-LightBlue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032941642593417874" 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/27889486-3543623646954060125?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/3543623646954060125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/3543623646954060125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/02/need-this.html' title='Need this....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdiZwh4NOpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ri4E19Te6NA/s72-c/44986733v2_240x240_Front_Color-LightBlue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-3143426002932971304</id><published>2007-02-17T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:56:16.522-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buying Shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Its nice to be loved...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quick&lt;/span&gt; post to show off my birthday/valentine/anniversary pressie*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rdd25B4NOnI/AAAAAAAAACc/x4jvXSUu4Ok/s1600-h/LT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rdd25B4NOnI/AAAAAAAAACc/x4jvXSUu4Ok/s320/LT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032621830738623090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look now I get another desk to make a mess on too, and  can make a mess here &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; watching TV Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got from my darling, some jeans, a bag, dinner and a top that I saw in Wal-mart which I like but he thinks it looks like someone has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"puked green &amp; brown stuff all over it"&lt;/span&gt;-ok so that wasn't really a Birthday pressie but it was reduced to only $3.00 how could I leave it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rdd41h4NOoI/AAAAAAAAACk/z83RQH4MLI4/s1600-h/pattern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rdd41h4NOoI/AAAAAAAAACk/z83RQH4MLI4/s320/pattern.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032623969632336514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you my darling &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Note I have to use mouse because I am crap with the finger pad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-3143426002932971304?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/3143426002932971304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/3143426002932971304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-nice-to-be-loved.html' title='Its nice to be loved...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/Rdd25B4NOnI/AAAAAAAAACc/x4jvXSUu4Ok/s72-c/LT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-499442967142113918</id><published>2007-02-15T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:23:34.846-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>A-Z and scrambled brains</title><content type='html'>KC Tagged me, so here it is : (Excuse my laziness at not posting links but you know how it is...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Available or Single? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- Best Friend? Sad but true, Webpirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or Pie? Ohh I like both, I am gonna say Pumpkin Pie, No wait Chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No gimme the pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- Drink of Choice? Baileys on the rocks, but its usually Larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- Essential Item?Jeans , Jeans &amp; more Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite Color? Purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G- Gummi Bears or Worms? If I had to pick worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown? Chester, England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- Indulgence? Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- January or February? February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids and names? N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L- Life is incomplete without…? My Husband,chocolate and the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- Marriage Date? February 14th 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of Siblings? 3 half brothers, 1 half sister.(not close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O- Oranges or Apples? Oranges but they gotta be the big sweet ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobias/Fears? Spiders. Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q- Favorite Quote? Not really a quote but : 'never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo' . (Shakespeare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Reasons to smile? I have lots of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- Season? Autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- Tag 3 people? Gotta do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catch&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pissy&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt; Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown Fact About Me? MYOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetable You Hate? brussel sprouts &lt;----- I left KC's answer here Yuk Yuk Yuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst Habit? I am perfect ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X- Xrays You've Had? One I think (not gonna count dental ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y- Your Favorite Foods? Chocolate, Cheese Pizza &amp; a nice salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac?  Aquarian&lt;br /&gt;Friendly and humanitarian&lt;br /&gt;Honest and loyal&lt;br /&gt;Original and inventive&lt;br /&gt;Independent and intellectual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dark side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intractable and contrary&lt;br /&gt;Perverse and unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Unemotional and detached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner WP requested biscuits, covered in sausage in white gravy, with eggs on top ( and you people say we English are odd for liking mushy peas ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I set to work, Biscuits were the frozen kind so no trouble there, sausage just tip it in the pan and fry it, no problem, eggs the same. White gravy (which is basic white sauce, or bechamel in England- although we tend not to eat it as gravy like you Americanos...)&lt;br /&gt;Melt the butter add in the flour to form a roux, then the milk blah, blah blah- I don't know why I am bothering to explain all this, you guys have been making it for years right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow WOOOOOOOOO no lumps at all- Go Me!! I cooked it up and added in the sausage YUK it looks like porridge, or brains or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdTq4x4NOmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pR2svilUxL0/s1600-h/DSCF0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdTq4x4NOmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pR2svilUxL0/s320/DSCF0720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031904944862345826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite its unappetizing look he ate his platter clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-499442967142113918?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/499442967142113918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/499442967142113918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/02/z-and-scrambled-brains.html' title='A-Z and scrambled brains'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdTq4x4NOmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pR2svilUxL0/s72-c/DSCF0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-5080822202743443943</id><published>2007-02-14T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T12:12:33.743-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mess'/><title type='text'>A Valentine Message....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdNOOB4NOkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bl33L7AqFvU/s1600-h/valentine-cards-07-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdNOOB4NOkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bl33L7AqFvU/s320/valentine-cards-07-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031451211632294466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Valentines day to everyone out there. Hope everyone has a great one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a follow on from yesterdays post , and to prove once and for all that WP is in fact a little bit messy himself, here is a picture of the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see in plain view, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; hat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; wallet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; credit card,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; screwdriver, of course I am responsible for everything else on there, but I cannot work in a neat &amp; tidy environment. I feel out of place.&lt;br /&gt;So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdNQZB4NOlI/AAAAAAAAACA/rgSNo4repB8/s1600-h/workspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdNQZB4NOlI/AAAAAAAAACA/rgSNo4repB8/s320/workspace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031453599634111058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing we have been married a whole year today, Yay. so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Anniversary Darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I bet you have loved every second of it......Right ?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*See card at top of post &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; answering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-5080822202743443943?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5080822202743443943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5080822202743443943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentine-message.html' title='A Valentine Message....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdNOOB4NOkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bl33L7AqFvU/s72-c/valentine-cards-07-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-5012271083680775227</id><published>2007-02-13T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:54:24.969-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mess'/><title type='text'>I went Lable Crazy....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I am ashamed to say I was enticed &amp; enthralled by the prospect of labels.&lt;br /&gt;I sat and labeled every post I have ever made! How sad is that!&lt;br /&gt;I got carried away a little and came up with oodles or categories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I looked into the coding to have them displayed in my sidebar, seems the only way ( I found) to do it on non-Beta is to list them all as links... I will save that for another day perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the snow is falling, this is as far as I am getting to outside today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdIogB4NOfI/AAAAAAAAABA/QnNBHuidFVY/s1600-h/B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdIogB4NOfI/AAAAAAAAABA/QnNBHuidFVY/s320/B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031128264451373554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdIoah4NOeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VONlpVPNGPA/s1600-h/b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdIoah4NOeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VONlpVPNGPA/s320/b2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031128169962093026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police style tape just in the corner of the second pic is not a crime scene, just a leaking water main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trash does need to go out though, so I may have to get dressed before the day is out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I had the camera out I took a couple of photos of "His" side of the bed versus mine. Can you guess who's is who's ? Hee Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdIpKB4NOgI/AAAAAAAAABI/_Q1KSjIf7vo/s1600-h/b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdIpKB4NOgI/AAAAAAAAABI/_Q1KSjIf7vo/s320/b3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031128986005879298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdIpyB4NOhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6sCcjT7KYdM/s1600-h/b4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdIpyB4NOhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6sCcjT7KYdM/s320/b4+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031129673200646674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These carts are only a temporary measure until we find what we are looking for ( We sold the old night tables last week on good old &lt;a href="http://stlouis.craigslist.org/"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with them being clear they are great at showing just who is the tidy one and who is not. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-5012271083680775227?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5012271083680775227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/5012271083680775227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-went-lable-crazy.html' title='I went Lable Crazy....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdIogB4NOfI/AAAAAAAAABA/QnNBHuidFVY/s72-c/B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-2182746770405547381</id><published>2007-02-12T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:35:53.349-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pamper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wales'/><title type='text'>Yay ! Goodies through the post!</title><content type='html'>The postman came today armed with packages, most of which for WP, he is addicted to e-bay that man!&lt;br /&gt;I set about opening them, boring things like X-box cables, window cranks &amp; airbrush valve thingys.&lt;br /&gt;The last one was for me!&lt;br /&gt;From my good friends Tracey &amp;amp; Stephen (in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wales&lt;/span&gt;, not England as I said last time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Birthday Pressie Yay! (Which is on Friday but how could I wait!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracey is one of those people who think about the gifts they buy and give useful kick ass things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdC-5R4NOdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3vLoWKuSajI/s1600-h/goodies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdC-5R4NOdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3vLoWKuSajI/s320/goodies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030730675033815506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No excuse me , I am off to pamper myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, the wonderful people at Blogger/Google yesterday decided that it was time I switched over to the new version, I said no to Beta but still they insisted firmly that from now on I was to use my Google account to sign into blogger ! Thanks (not at all) good people at Google.&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side at least now they wont sign me out of my email whenever I sign into blogger as was the case, and seeing as I now have labels I will make this my first labeled post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-2182746770405547381?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/2182746770405547381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/2182746770405547381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/02/yay-goodies-through-post.html' title='Yay ! Goodies through the post!'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmH6aAanVOU/RdC-5R4NOdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3vLoWKuSajI/s72-c/goodies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-117087822619104692</id><published>2007-02-07T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:36:23.650-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Saying goodbye to old friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/446072/ist2_615249_crusty_old_shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/400/847005/ist2_615249_crusty_old_shoes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes today came the day when I threw my old, dirty Reebok classics away.&lt;br /&gt;I have been putting it off and putting it off, using excuses like they are easy to slip on to take the trash out, to run to the store etc.&lt;br /&gt;They were so worn that there was barely any imprint on the soles (not good in icy situations), a little tear had appeared above the left big toe, which allowed a flash of sock now and again whilst I walked. Bearing in mind I rarely wear white socks, I have an aversion to all things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;, no my socks are bright, pink, lilac, acid green etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short they were once bright white, now grey and scuffed. WP has been on at me forever to ditch them he bought me some new tennis shoes, which are great but I hate to throw things away. he would never be seen dead in a pair of white tennis shoes unless they were just that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thats where we differ, he is neat (where clothing is concerned) I like to be a scruff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ran out to post a letter in my old pals upon my return I spotted a large patch of ice on the grass, I couldn't resist, I had to walk over it. it broke, spraying thin watery mud all over my shoes, and into the hole above my toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took them off outside the door and left them in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back out, looked at them and bit the bullet, they are now in the trash can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye old friends I knew thee well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-117087822619104692?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/117087822619104692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/117087822619104692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/02/saying-goodbye-to-old-friends.html' title='Saying goodbye to old friends.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-117077702572777935</id><published>2007-02-06T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:17:14.420-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zelda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>Catching up with some old friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/847461/link-from-zelda-games-voted-sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/172474/link-from-zelda-games-voted-sexy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I have been lax with updating my blog .&lt;br /&gt;My excuse this time, I have been sucked once again into the gaming world.&lt;br /&gt;My life is full of phases, I have phases where I read non stop for a few weeks. I have phases where I get caught up in TV for a while ( last phase Americas next top model marathon). This time my phase is retro gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have re-visited with my old pals from the world of the super Nintendo. Namely Link and Mario.&lt;br /&gt;I was hooked! Link is possibly the only guy I would consider leaving my husband for (heh). I know he's a bit young but he is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sooo pretty&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Seems I am not the only one who thinks so, whilst looking online I came across an article that said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All the straight women were already swooning over Link's good looks in his upcoming game:The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess. Heck, I've even heard straight guys call him cool, awesome, and some closet cases say he's hot! And now gay and lesbian culture magazine "Out" labelled Link as sexy in their June issue, featuring Link as the Hottest Video Game Character in its "What's Hot Now". They reference the Twilight Princess as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When darkness enshrouds the land, Nintendo's sexy farm boy turned wolf sets out to save the day in this upcoming game. His weapons: a sword, a bow, arrows, and kick-ass grooming skills."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Gotta love Link. Of course there is no way in hell Mario would fit into the "hot" category I just play that for entertainment vale. Honest. Although Yoshi is a cutie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news : Not much, bought a book off e-bay and got ripped off. I have been itching to get my hands on the latest &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/c/jilly-cooper/"&gt;Jilly Cooper&lt;/a&gt; book Wicked. so once in a while I take a look on e-bay, I spotted a few one in Australia (paperback) which I missed. There were 2 in the UK both hardback , one got snapped up with the "buy it now" option, the other had no postage listed to the US. I contacted the seller , who wasn't very helpful at all, she replied" I would have to take it to the post office to find that out but it would be expensive because its so heavy"&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine well could you please get off your arse and find out for me ? &lt;- No I didn't say that , but I wanted too.  In the meantime my darling WP decided to bid on it for me thinking he was doing something nice. which he was but had I known I would have told him not to on principle, I could have looked again. So he puts an up to $10 top bid on the said book. I then notice that she doesn't take pay pal, only personal cheques and money orders ( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTH!&lt;/span&gt; Then why have in your listing that you will ship worldwide ?)&lt;br /&gt;So I contact her again apologising and asking if she would withdraw the bid. No answer. Great. other bids have now pushed our bid up more, the auction ended the next night, still no reply from seller. we won it at 7.51 pounds ( around $14). Thats not a bad price its a new book but now I am worrying about the cost of postage....&lt;br /&gt;Still no word from her other then an invoice of 17.51 pounds (around $34) Dam. the postage is more then the price of the book.&lt;br /&gt;I mailed off the cheque ( written in dollars) to her yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story...check that people overseas accept pay pal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; committing to buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am looking forward to getting the book but I am pissed that WP had to pay so much for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-117077702572777935?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/117077702572777935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/117077702572777935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/02/catching-up-with-some-old-friends.html' title='Catching up with some old friends.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-117026086280068840</id><published>2007-01-31T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:36:41.215-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>Need sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/776784/06%20Need%20More%20Beauty%20Sleep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/400/133993/06%20Need%20More%20Beauty%20Sleep.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have been in this apartment for over two months now and I don't think I have yet gotten a full nights sleep without being woken at least once a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its getting older, I have never had sleep problems, I have had the odd night where I couldn't fall asleep sure, usually down to drinking coffee to late in the day or it being too hot stuff like that. But in the most part once I am asleep I would stay asleep all night.&lt;br /&gt;In my teens I even slept through a small earthquake, and have been known to still be asleep with the clock radio alarm blaring away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the slightest thing and I am awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman upstairs (who I like a lot, so I don't want to have to say anything to her) is sooo noisy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we all have to walk around its to be expected but I don't think that woman ever sits down! She also has two kids who run about and jump down from the kitchen counter top, wear roller skates on the kitchen floor etc. This I can live with but I think maybe the sound insulation between the floors is non existent. Last night I could even hear her cat scratching in its litter box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst though is when she uses her treadmill (in the bedroom) before 5am, which thankfully is not that often but I just lie there listening to it, tying to block it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the joys of apartment living....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Change of subject:&lt;/span&gt; I read today that "according to Courtney Love" she has been approached by the producer of American Idol to become a judge on there.&lt;br /&gt;Speculation is that she will replace Paula Abdul in light of her recent TV interviews where she appeared to be slurring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm lets see Paula may or may not have a drinking problem (who cares) but Courtney Love is not exactly the most stable of people there are to choose from is she ?&lt;br /&gt;Added to the fact that she often sounds like an animal in pain when singing who the heck is she to judge other people ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.earthtimes.org/articles/show/25762.html"&gt;Source.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-117026086280068840?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/117026086280068840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/117026086280068840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/01/need-sleep.html' title='Need sleep'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-117000594424508879</id><published>2007-01-28T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:43:44.329-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burnt Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Habits'/><title type='text'>Bad Habits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/850212/81733693_b149d224c9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/597594/81733693_b149d224c9_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been rather lax at posting, (again) and catching up in blogland.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt even tell you what I have been doing instead, just the regular stuff grocery shopping, laundry visiting 1000 stores to find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the right shade&lt;/span&gt; of shower curtain, that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of interest to report, Oh one thing WP made me a grilled cheese sandwich the other night here it is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/582712/DSCF0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/200/750040/DSCF0560.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take photographic evidence so the next time he says I burn everything I have&lt;br /&gt;something to throw back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have spent the weekend posting a load of stuff on&lt;a href="http://stlouis.craigslist.org/"&gt; craigslist &lt;/a&gt;to sell, just the usual junk people accumulate, CD's DVD's etc.&lt;br /&gt;I like to have a quick peek into the Rants &amp; Raves section this is where I found the following open letter, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To my boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think just because we moved in together you can disregard all manners, social graces, and common decency that you seemed to have for the past two years. Those boxers your mom got you for Christmas; I can see your balls hanging out of them. This is not attractive, and no I do not think it's funny. I'm going to throw them away very soon. Maybe you think because you're good looking and funny you can get away with scratching yourself constantly, farting in bed, and hacking up god knows what from the back of your throat every morning. Well I have news for you buddy, when you do those things it makes me never want to have sex with you again. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived with a boyfriend before, for much longer than we have. I never heard any of his bodily functions EVER. Would you like me to call HIM next time I think about having sex?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? Well then you better figure out a way to stop acting like you live in a frat house. I'm a nice girl, not some skanky bar wench who is accustomed to getting farted on in bed. Work it out. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&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/27889486-117000594424508879?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/117000594424508879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/117000594424508879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-habits.html' title='Bad Habits.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116951086996366059</id><published>2007-01-22T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:44:08.333-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burnt Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Ok, its Monday, feels like Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few randomnesses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WP's work shift is now Sat thru Wed 10am- 7pm, crap, I know. Its good not to have to get up dead early though but having to work the weekends is bad. Of course he is probably glad to get away from me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  cooked some pork chops on the griddle last night for dinner and filled the house with so much smoke I had to open the front door....That is until the smoke set off the smoke alarm out there.....Oop's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wp's brother asked me to order something off ebay for one of his co-workers (Rams jacket size 3XL, wow), this is the second time I have ordered something for him, set him up an account and left his feedback and all that crap for him.&lt;br /&gt;The jacket came and he took it to work, the next day he flashed a $20 note that the guy had given him for taking the time to order the jacket for him.....*Cough, who ordered it, I said ( in a joking way) that I wanted half, he looked a bit downcast but agreed.&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting, although he did buy me a salad from Macdonald's, perhaps he thinks thats enough.&lt;br /&gt;He's on his own next time people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I came across this :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dirty Little Mermaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sNYDpH0Jors"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sNYDpH0Jors" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&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/27889486-116951086996366059?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116951086996366059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116951086996366059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/01/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116913491793404812</id><published>2007-01-18T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:38:43.219-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Hair Day'/><title type='text'>Why do men always think the worst?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/461830/71204_BadHaircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/439121/71204_BadHaircut.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an email conversation that took place yesterday between WP and I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;Do you like my hair ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WP:&lt;/span&gt;Why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;:Dont answer a question with a question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WP&lt;/span&gt;:I want to know why BEFORE I answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:Will it make a difference to your answer ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WP&lt;/span&gt;:Did you fuck up your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WP&lt;/span&gt;:What did you do to your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116913491793404812?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116913491793404812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116913491793404812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-do-men-always-think-worst.html' title='Why do men always think the worst?'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116906025289468264</id><published>2007-01-17T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:11:14.024-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid People'/><title type='text'>Meet Tom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/703757/TomLaing1601_228x644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/944964/TomLaing1601_228x644.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Tom is a British Millionaire who is having terrible trouble when it comes to finding a wife.&lt;br /&gt;In fact he is finding the task so hard he has even gone to the trouble of placing an Ad in his local paper for a ""relationship manager". It read: "I'm offering a job position to someone with a great social circle who can go out and arrange dates for me."&lt;br /&gt;he is desperate , so much so that he has now offered Clare Gillbanks - a professional matchmaker whose title is the Dating Angel 20,000 Pounds to find him a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When I was 21, I planned to be married with children by 25. When that didn't happen, I set a new goal of 30. Now I'm 32, still single and can't waste any more time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cant figure out what is wrong with him ( dress sense maybe, reddish tinge to the hair ?)&lt;br /&gt;He blows his own trumpet by going on to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;On paper, you'd think I was the perfect eligible bachelor. I run my own photographic, dance and recording studio and have another business that does everything from web design to animation.&lt;br /&gt;I don't spit in the street, I hold doors open for people, I buy flowers, beautiful lingerie - in the right sizes, too - I'm attentive, sensitive, generous and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, women just don't seem to appreciate those things the way they used to. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says we don't appreciate that kind of guy ?  I am sure there are a whole lot of regular women who do. He has obviously been looking in the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he then goes onto say in the article that he finished with one girl because she was "too clingy" and told him she loved him after only two months. What! He is an idiot, of course you can love someone in two months. He then says she may have been "the one". Well its a little late now buster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you single ladies out there fancy your chances ( He doesn't mind foreign women either ) &lt;a href="http://www.meetatlast.com/party.php?partyid=194"&gt;here is the link&lt;/a&gt; to his profile on the dating agency. Good luck. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has everything planned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My ideal partner must want to have children - my new goal is to be married by 40 with three children called Elizabeth, Hector and the youngest to be chosen by my wife.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't that nice of him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=429355&amp;amp;in_page_id=1770"&gt;Full story.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116906025289468264?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116906025289468264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116906025289468264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/01/meet-tom.html' title='Meet Tom...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116897886140674675</id><published>2007-01-16T14:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:39:36.065-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Designs'/><title type='text'>Cant keep me down for long....</title><content type='html'>I am back and in fighting spirits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had somewhat of a mini-meltdown, I wont go into the details it was so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few moans and some niceness.&lt;br /&gt;First the moans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Wp's Brother&lt;/strike&gt; People who use the last of the toilet roll and leave the empty roll sitting on the holder. Get off your ass open the cupboard and replace it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Wp's Brother&lt;/strike&gt; People who can plainly see the trash waiting to be taken out, yet walk right past it to leave the house, passing the trash dumpster on the way out! Where does it say its my job alone to take the trash out ?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Moans over, now the niceness..&lt;br /&gt;I received an email today from Michele Rausch today, she was the young lady who sung the national anthem at the &lt;a href="http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-great-start-to-year.html"&gt;STL blues hockey game&lt;/a&gt; we went to.&lt;br /&gt;She emailed me to thank me for mentioning her in my post. Wasn't that so sweet of here to take the time to email, it really brightened my day. Thanks Michele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished the blog I was working on for &lt;a href="http://theupbeatdivorce.blogspot.com/"&gt;Genevieve&lt;/a&gt;, she was a dream customer, just a few changes here and there but I pretty much had free reign.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/958868/UD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/991003/UD.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats all people have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116897886140674675?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116897886140674675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116897886140674675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-keep-me-down-for-long.html' title='Cant keep me down for long....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116837043647371605</id><published>2007-01-09T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:40:05.106-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoilt Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>Living in the real world ?</title><content type='html'>So this morning I had the exciting job of removing left over glue from WP's tailgate. We took the existing graphics off last night (and there were a lot).&lt;br /&gt;So today armed with Scotchbrite pads and nail polish remover I set to work on the living room floor. Of course the tailgate had been removed from the truck first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to keep me occupied the of course the TV had to be on, daytime TV is crap to say the least so I settled on  MTV's  &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/sweet_16/series.jhtml"&gt;My super sweet 16&lt;/a&gt;. Which is basically spoilt brats demanding that their parents shell out thousands of dollars on over the top bashes and gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is the world coming too, these girls are downright bitches, what a shock they are going to get when they leave their homes and try to find a man who will put up with them.&lt;br /&gt;One girl demanded a black on black Lexus convertible, which she ended up getting along with a diamond encrusted Rolex. This was as well as a huge party, a beach photo shoot where she, inspired by Victoria's secrets fashion shoot donned fluffy angel wings and all.&lt;br /&gt;The best part about this were the tears and foot stamping that ensued because her boyfriend had just dumped her and the wind was blowing a gale during the photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;She then purchased (or rather her mother did) a sexy belly dancers outfit so she could perform at her party in hope of getting her man back ( it worked , he wanted her back but she said no thanks).&lt;br /&gt;There was more foot stamping and tears over the centerpieces her mother had chosen for the tables they were not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;The mothers excuse was they cost $3000 less then the others, to which little princess insisted that in that case she wanted the 3 grand in cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up the rappers daughter, not slim, had bigger boobs at 16 then me, but a in your face type of girl who's stipulation for her guests was if they did not show up with a gift or money then they were not getting in!&lt;br /&gt;Not so many tantrums although he mother did call off the bash at one point when little angel brought home a bad report card.&lt;br /&gt;Little angel was flown into her bash by helicopter, also had a photo shoot and felt the need to change outfits 5 times  . No car this time but her gift was a diamond tiara which in her words "cost more then 3 cars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear for the next generations men, and women really I do. Us women get a bad enough name now, visit any personals sites and see the amount of men out there looking for "non American" women. They say they don't want American women because they are all demanding bitches who expect to be treated like royalty, takers not givers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I cannot give my opinion on this because I hardly know any American women but of those I do know yes there are a few divas around but then I know perfectly nice women as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble is compacted with all these reality shows that we all love to watch, look at the women on them , all bitches. Americas next top model has them, bad girls of course has them.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly an example for us women to follow really yet a lot of us do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this sounds anti-woman, its not there are some total jerks out there too all I am saying its shows (and parents) like these that give women such a bad image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are positive aspects to these shows as well for one it makes us nice women feel good to know we are not so bad after all. It may even make the men we are with think that too, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know for certain is that if I ever uttered the words "I'm a princess so treat me like one" to WP he would either laugh in my face or slap me around it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116837043647371605?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116837043647371605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116837043647371605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/01/living-in-real-world.html' title='Living in the real world ?'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116827139698744534</id><published>2007-01-08T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:59:37.928-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babysitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>I have misplaced my mojo....</title><content type='html'>...and become a TV addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have looked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;, behind the sofa, in the fridge, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even &lt;/span&gt;under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Its around here somewhere I am sure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week saw me mindlessly staring at VH1's Americas next top model marathon, all 7 seasons, no I did not watch every one but I sat and watched a pretty good chunk of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even worse I enjoyed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/636975/NewLesStroud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/765533/NewLesStroud.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Onto my next TV discovery...&lt;a href="http://www.survivorman.ca/"&gt;Survivorman&lt;/a&gt;, gosh he is kinda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; in a rugged unwashed sort of way. He has a nice voice too, still sounds American to me (he's Canadian) but Canadians will always sound American to me, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Basically he is left in random places around the globe with to quote:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No food, no shelter, no fresh water, no tools... no camera crew. One man - alone in the wild for seven days with only his wits and stamina to sustain him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go Les!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that my week has been pretty uneventful, a trip to Walmart, stocked up on some Hanes underwear, scoop back Bikini style to be precise, a Chinese take-a-way, looked after the kids upstairs which involved the little girl &amp; I pretending to be on test drives for fancy cars whilst the boy drove them around on the X-box game. She had her checklist which we had to agree on colour (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most important thing when buying a car I find&lt;/span&gt;), bumpyness and if it couldn't make over 110MPH we were not interested.&lt;br /&gt;We then had to buy said car with a home made check made out to "Mr car dealer" I think we bought a tricked out Ford F150 in violet for the bargain price of $1400, a steal or what!&lt;br /&gt;Of course in the interests of safety we wore seatbelt s (which were in fact Brats sleeping bags) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Safety first folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my week more or less and today is laundry day - Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will look far &amp;amp; wide for my lost Mojo and make a real effort this week to get it back and visit everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116827139698744534?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116827139698744534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116827139698744534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-misplaced-my-mojo.html' title='I have misplaced my mojo....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116776106849287902</id><published>2007-01-02T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:46:55.732-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Not a great start to the year...</title><content type='html'>I have "misplaced" my winter template. Looked all over for it, fear I have deleted it, over the last few weeks I have moved that many files of mine from the back up drive to the main drive , to the external drive and back again I think its gotten lost forever.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I had to get rid of the Christmas one and as the weather is still so mild this one will do for now....Until inspiration hits me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone had a great New Year, we were in bed asleep I might add, I asked WP to wake me up if the fireworks woke him up( He is always up and down all night anyway). I vaguely recall him kissing me at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;The day was spent vegging out in front of the James Bond marathon on TV.&lt;br /&gt;I did switch channel for Fatal Attraction - I love this movie, its one of my faves and for once it was shown uncut complete with nipples and bare behinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/353476/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/828258/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WP won some tickets to the hockey game on Saturday night- YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Club level suite no less! So off we went ( forgot to take the camera) it was not full but pretty packed, his company had laid on spinach dip, toasted ravioli and all the soda you could wish for. There were maybe half a dozen other people from his company there too, I grabbed a seat in the front row and settled down to watch.&lt;br /&gt;When Michele Rausch (?) sung the national anthem before the game it was quite moving to hear everybody cheer as she sang the last two lines. you guys are so lucky to have a great national anthem, unlike the UK's which most of the country hate. Lets take a moment to compare the two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light&lt;br /&gt;What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?&lt;br /&gt;Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,&lt;br /&gt;O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?&lt;br /&gt;And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,&lt;br /&gt;Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave&lt;br /&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Uk's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God Save the Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God save our gracious Queen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long live our noble Queen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God save the Queen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Send her victorious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy and glorious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long to reign over us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God save the Queen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm see what I mean ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow back to the game, it was great St Louis Blues won 2-0. It was not as loud as I had thought it would be, I thought that it would be more like a football (soccer) match where the crowd sings and chants throughout, there was some chanting and of course cheering but nothing like I expected.But they did play some great music over the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;WP went off in serch of beer during the first intermission, he was gone for most of the second innings ( I know thats the wrong word but whatever). He returned with two plastic cups of beer and a little tray of nachos and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Cost $21.75!&lt;br /&gt;$8 beer! and it wasn't that good let me tell you, in fact I think it was probably Anheuser Busch seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/522615/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/563462/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a great time. Would I go again ? Yes and have my fingers crossed that they offer seats for baseball games, now that would be great if he won them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia: I was a member of the school hockey team in my youth, I played position Right Back. I wore my little navy short pleated skirt the long socks with my shin pads inside. Hockey can be pretty violent when them sticks get swung.&lt;br /&gt;yes sir those were the days......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116776106849287902?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116776106849287902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116776106849287902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-great-start-to-year.html' title='Not a great start to the year...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116740225531140992</id><published>2006-12-29T08:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:42:11.673-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>The last post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/535736/Happy%20New%20Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/256147/Happy%20New%20Year.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This will be my last post of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nothing to say other then I wish everyone a safe and happy new year. Go easy on the alcohol and if you are heading out and about make sure you have a designated driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope that 2007 brings us all lots of happiness and joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116740225531140992?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116740225531140992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116740225531140992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-post_29.html' title='The last post.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116723345091563015</id><published>2006-12-27T09:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:42:27.172-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>The Aftermath...</title><content type='html'>Ok I am alive and well and back in St Louis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive started off badly, we were taking a dining table and chairs which we no longer had use for up to Omaha.&lt;br /&gt;We loaded it on the back of the truck, tied it down covered it with the tarp and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;Three times we had to stop within the first hour to take everything off- re site it all and tie the tarp down more. WP resorted to backing up the ties with speaker wire ( hey its all we had, Macgyver has nothing on him.).&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say WP was in a foul mood. Great. I hoped that this wasn't the beginning of the downward spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on in it all went smoothly, pretty boring as it was dark so nothing to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived late, I felt sick. But all went well, I think ?&lt;br /&gt;His Mom and sister seemed really nice, lots to talk about they like the Beatles his Mom asked me if I had ever seen the Beatles....I said they were before my time. Perhaps I looked haggard from the drive up ? Hee.&lt;br /&gt;His Mom has tattoos and a nose stud, which shocked me , in a good way. Maybe there is still time to get my nose done ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday his Mom had to work so we hung out with his sister, they fitted a new stereo in her truck, took a trip to Walmart, the usual Saturday stuff.In the evening as they still had loads of gifts to wrap I volunteered my services and was wrapping until the small hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we all went out and about, watched movies opened gifts, they got me a belt with a union jack buckle, a new Cardinals baseball cap, shower gels, sprays and all that jazz some PJ's and a flavoured tea gift set.&lt;br /&gt;WP got lots of shirts, knives ( worrying) shower gels etc and boxers.&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner we took a trip into the city to see the lights and have a walk around the old part of town, they have some really cool stores up there.&lt;br /&gt;Came home his youngest brother stopped by after work and stayed the night on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we loaded up the truck, with more stuff then we had arrived with and left about 10 ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride was tedious, there is nothing to look at but corn fields...That and a porn store on every highway exit ! Who needs that many porn stores ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived home around 5 ate dinner then went to see a movie with his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good shepherd, don't waste your money. It was boring, I could barely keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday his brothers wife came over and the first words out of her mouth were "Well, what did you think of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their mother&lt;/span&gt; ?"&lt;br /&gt;I had to reply honestly and said I liked them pretty well, she still maintains that they were probably ripping me to shreds the moment I left, I didn't add they they did indeed rip her to shreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my politest best behavior the whole time, I made sure to wash the dishes every time. and did my bit in the chopping of vegetables and salad making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they don't like me well there is not much more I can do about that is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have some photos of the city of Omaha, which I need to sort out, some of them are pretty dark. I may post them tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone had a great Christmas, ate lots of nice food and got lots of cool gifts. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116723345091563015?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116723345091563015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116723345091563015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116679717326886686</id><published>2006-12-22T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:42:49.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meeting the in-Law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>The Last Post</title><content type='html'>This will be my last post until after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;We are heading to Nebraska later today for a few days. I get to meet my mother in law and sister in law for the first time...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel sick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the "meeting the family" thing, although I have to say all my previous boyfriends (serious and casual) have all liked me, or at least it seemed that way.&lt;br /&gt;In fact my first serious boyfriends mother liked me more then him LOL. He was a bit of a "bad boy" I was a "good girl" well at least for parent purposes.&lt;br /&gt;She used to have me stay over every weekend, buy me clothes as she did for her "other" 2 (real) daughters. After we broke up she would still invite me round whenever I saw her in town, although new boyfriend did not like it one bit so I never took her up on the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the visit, I have a feeling of dread growing in the pit of my stomach, I never know what to say to new people, it takes me time to get to know them. So the result is I often give off the signals that I am stand-offish and a snob, which I am not. Just shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck folks.&lt;br /&gt;What if his mother hates me and voices her opinion to WP, he might secretly agree with her. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just brush these thoughts from my mind and move on to happier things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbender tagged me so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS TAG IS AS FOLLOWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Grab the book closest to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Open to page 123, go down to the fifth sentence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Post the text of next 3 sentences on your blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Name of the book and the author.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Tag three people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another family devastated. Sara did not know how many more times she could witness this sort of thing without cracking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sara?" Tessa asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karin Slaughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faithless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who to tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://kimcstl.blogspot.com/"&gt;KC&lt;/a&gt; (to nose at what romance she chose in the end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://shericakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Catch&lt;/a&gt; (She is always up for a tag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://jestersrap.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dirk_Starr&lt;/a&gt; (because I want to know what sort of things hippies read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course take your time on this folks I know its a busy time of the year ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykVL_8eP9D4/RYozLuIfxAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cNeCErgGCCE/s320/Eddie+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykVL_8eP9D4/RYozLuIfxAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cNeCErgGCCE/s320/Eddie+Award.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up I would like to thank &lt;a href="http://jestersrap.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dirk&lt;/a&gt; for my Eddie award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My next award goes to&lt;b style=""&gt; Best Graphic Artist of the Year&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.pixelsbypixie.com/" target="BLANK"&gt;Pixiels by Pixie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She designed my graphics and I couldn't be happier with the job she did for me!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is a joy to work with and I love her to death.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Not sure he knows any other designers (Woo get me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;designer&lt;/span&gt;!) but its much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Also a big thanks to &lt;a href="http://geekalicious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vic&lt;/a&gt; for including me also on her Christmas gift list.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Vic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So all that leaves me to say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/499810/Xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/400/441368/Xmas.jpg" alt="" 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/27889486-116679717326886686?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116679717326886686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116679717326886686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-post.html' title='The Last Post'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykVL_8eP9D4/RYozLuIfxAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cNeCErgGCCE/s72-c/Eddie+Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116671329773617860</id><published>2006-12-21T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:20:51.805-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Pixie in the kitchen...</title><content type='html'>This morning, inspired by the stench of ripe banana I had a brainwave.&lt;br /&gt;Banana muffins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If even the likes of &lt;a href="http://mystupidopenletters.blogspot.com/2006/12/weve-got-alot-to-get-through-this-week.html"&gt;nonny&lt;/a&gt; are cooking then I feel I should make an effort too. Even though if you follow nonny's kitchen adventure, which was in turn inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.southerncircleofhell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pissy&lt;/a&gt; ( the perfect wife, she looks good, keeps a clean house and can cook like an angel. All this and she has the exciting job of taking DNA tests to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who's the baby's daddy&lt;/span&gt;- I hate her*) you will see in plain view that nonny used a packet mix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get onto cooks.com for a recipe, now some of you may remember my  previous disastrous attempt at making muffins. I have never tasted anything so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I followed that recipe to the letter too.&lt;br /&gt;I jot down the measurements etc and head to the kitchen. Fire up the oven and away I go. Rachel ray has nothing on me.- I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are looking pretty good, dare I taste one ? Why not I cant expect WP to do all the suffering in this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are still a little too warm but its looking good, they are springy, moist and light, and guess what ?&lt;br /&gt;They taste dam good even if I say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;They would have been nicer with some walnuts in but beggars cant be choosers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit A.(complete with bite mark to prove I tasted it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/701556/DSCF0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/369747/DSCF0507.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* of course I don't really hate Pissy I love her just as everyone else does. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116671329773617860?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116671329773617860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116671329773617860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/pixie-in-kitchen.html' title='Pixie in the kitchen...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116662199764747270</id><published>2006-12-20T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:44:41.049-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Deeds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>The good samaritan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/678272/39033_41531.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/963956/39033_41531.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I feel I must address the fact that Webpirate was not mentioned in my post yesterday. Yes we did go out to dinner together of course. We left the house around 5.30 and of course the roads were busy busy busy due to people driving home from work. More people trying to get into the mall - Hey people get a little bit crazy at this time of year right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we drove a few feet, hit another red light , drove some more. Well you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the benefit of you in ST Louis we were driving along Lindberg at peak time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each direction has two lanes with exits and entrances onto the highway, so you can imagine the scene. I looked over into the opposite direction and there was all this commotion, a car had stopped dead on the inside lane, it had its hazard lights flashing, couldn't see into the car because they were tinted. Anyway we continued to drive past, there were people beeping their horns, trying to get into the next lane to pass the car etc. I kept looking back, not one person stopped to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I know in this day and age you have to be very wary about stopping to help people out, but this car was in the middle of 100's of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove by and turned to go to the restaurant which overlooks Lindberg but you have to double back on the road behind to get to it. (Do I make sense ?)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we get out of the truck and WP tells me to go order while he went to help the person in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how come I was left to my own devices in line talking to strange men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was being a good Samaritan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe by the time he got there still nobody had stopped to help- even if it was just to push the car more into the side so people could pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we have it, WP is not all bad, despite his tough exterior he does have a kind heart hidden in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I knew this thats why I married him but he doesn't always let other people see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/585210/grinch_loves_xmas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/260876/grinch_loves_xmas.gif" alt="" 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/27889486-116662199764747270?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116662199764747270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116662199764747270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-samaritan.html' title='The good samaritan.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116653598911386342</id><published>2006-12-19T07:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:45:25.168-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eating Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Women cant cook ?</title><content type='html'>You know you frequent the same restaurant  ( I use the term loosely) When the guy behind the counter says he hasn't seen you in a while...&lt;br /&gt;I replied that I did cook sometimes too ( again I used the term very loosely)&lt;br /&gt;He went on to say how surprised he was that I cooked as so many women today cannot cook and are often married to men who are great cooks.&lt;br /&gt;The guy behind me in line joined in on how true it was, I was out numbered!&lt;br /&gt;As the line moved on the guy behind asked if I was from England, when I said yes his face split into this beaming smile ( I don't have that effect on many people)&lt;br /&gt;He asked where abouts which is good because some people think London is the only place that exists in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;I find it easier to say "near Liverpool" V's Chester, its easier then explaining where Chester is.&lt;br /&gt;When I say that he nearly falls on the floor because the Beatles are his favourite group (No I was not around circa Beatles heyday)Not that he asked this of course, that comment was for blogs worlds benefit.&lt;br /&gt;He then went onto talk about his church group had just done A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens and he had loved it and would love to go to England. ( I hope the poor guy doesn't think he will find things in England like Dickens's day)&lt;br /&gt;He launched into his stage accent which I must say was better then mine.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you about the weekend but I cant remember doing anything of interest, so I wont bore you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been playing this song over the last few days, I love it. The background piece is my all time favourite classical piece of music.&lt;br /&gt;Its been jazzed up and christmasfied by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trans-Siberian_Orchestra"&gt;Trans-Siberian Orchestra&lt;/a&gt; who are great, if you haven't heard any of their stuff check them out &lt;a href="http://www.trans-siberian.com/multimedia/index.shtml"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gL24H2lXTo4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gL24H2lXTo4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116653598911386342?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116653598911386342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116653598911386342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/women-cant-cook.html' title='Women cant cook ?'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116627296898684742</id><published>2006-12-16T06:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:46:31.113-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wales'/><title type='text'>Well can you say it ?</title><content type='html'>This is a really quick post inspired by our discussion about Wales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who want to try saying something Welsh here is the name of one of its villages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch&lt;/span&gt; It really just trips of the tongue doesn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;The English translation is "The church of St. Mary in the hollow of white hazel trees near the rapid whirlpool by St. Tysilio's of the red cave".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time a local government official of the town suggested that English people wanting to reside in Wales should be tested on their pronunciation of the town.&lt;br /&gt;Rattling off the name would be an excellent way of overcoming Welsh fear of cultural domination by the English, according to a local government official in the Anglesey town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am certainly not anti-English," said Alan Jones, the clerk to Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrob-&lt;br /&gt;wllllantysiliogogogoch community council. "But there needs to be some effort by newcomers to mix in, and learning how to say the word properly would show a real willingness."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How to say it 101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LLAN - FAIR - PWLL - GWYN - GYLL - GO - GER - YCH - WYRN - DROB - WLL - LLAN - TY - SILIO - GO - GO - GOCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; LLAN - To start off with, pronounce this section as you would do the Scottish word "clan".Then listen to the sound recording above taking particular notice of how the "ll" is pronounced. It is difficult to explain in words and is more easily learnt by oral example, but we will have a go here anyway. Lie your tongue flat in your mouth so that the tip is firmly touching the bridge behind your front teeth. Keeping the tip of your tongue in place, try and touch your back teeth with the sides of your tongue - now breathe out forcing the air to run strongly over the back of your tongue. This will cause a vibrating noise near your back teeth. Again, keeping the tongue in position, gently change the shape of your tongue until the sound becomes more controlled. This is the "ll" sound you are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; FAIR - Simply pronounce this section as you would the english word "fire", (not like you would expect to pronounce the word "fair" in english!) and change the "f" for a "v".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; PWLL - Now you have been practising your "ll" sound this will be a little easier to explain. The "pw" section is pronounced like the "pu" in the english word "put". Now add the "ll" on the end as described above. Now listen to the sound file again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; GWYN - You may have heard the Welsh name "Gwyn", well this is pronounced in exactly the same way. Just say the english word "win" and put a "g" in front of it. (pronounce the "g" as you would in the word "gone"). Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; GYLL - This is a bit more tricky. First say the english word "gil" (as associated with fish!"). Then change the "l" (as in "let") to "ll" as explained above. Listen to the sound file again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; GO - Looks easy doesn't it - it is! Pronounce it as you would the "go" in "gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; GER - Simply say the word "care" but change the "c" for a "g".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;YCH - Like the pronunciation of "ll", this is another tricky section to explain. Think of something you don't like and say "yuck". Now take the "y" from the beginning to leave "uck". Now change the "ck" to "ch" as pronounced in the Scottish word "loch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; WYRN - This looks more complicated that it is. Just say the english word "win".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; DROB - First say the english word "draw" and then add a "b" on the end. Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; WLL - You've learnt this already. It's pronounced the same as "pwll" above but without the "p".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; LLAN - Again, this is exactly the same as the "llan" at the beginning of this section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;TY - Simply pronounce this section as you would the "t" in "twig".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; SILIO - Just say "silly - o". The "o" is pronounced as in "cot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; GO - As above.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; GO - As above.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; GOCH - We're almost there. Simply say "go" as above, put the "ch" after it and that's it! Put it all together and keep on practising.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phew!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.co.uk/say.php"&gt;They do provide a sound file here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck ;) and have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116627296898684742?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116627296898684742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116627296898684742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-can-you-say-it.html' title='Well can you say it ?'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116611826255531821</id><published>2006-12-14T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:46:53.518-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wales'/><title type='text'>OOp's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/15210/welsh_dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/213968/welsh_dragon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My I made a terrible Faux par  in my post the other day.&lt;br /&gt;I never even noticed until my good friend Tracey (sender of gifts) pointed it out.&lt;br /&gt;I said "my friends in England" Oops, they don't live in England , they live in Wales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to people outside the UK this may not seem like much of a slip but believe me it is. Imagine if I called one of you Americans "Canadian"- Although I still cannot tell the difference in the accent- at all. To me North America has 3 accents overall, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;General&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Southern&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya all&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NY/NJ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soprano style&lt;/span&gt;. As you can see most people fit under the "general" label, Canadian included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Tracey is English so I can get away with my slip a little better but her hubby Stephen is not English and he is very proud of his Welsh roots , so sorry S please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;Its not because I am a &lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Cestrian"&gt;Cestrian&lt;/a&gt; Honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit of a  stereotype that us Chester dwellers hate the Welsh (Chester is right on the England/ Wales boarder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cestrians are often perceived (partly-jokingly) of being 'anti-Welsh' although many have Welsh ancestors. This is exemplified by the fact that the Town Hall clock does not face west, towards Wales, and an archaic law which states any Cestrian may shoot a Welshman with a longbow if he loiters within the walls after sunset when the curfew bell chimes (although this law no-longer offers legal protection against prosecution for murder). However, many Cestrians work and shop in Wales, and Chester shares a radio station with Wrexham, Wales.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is plenty of "good" things about Wales:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.welshicons.org.uk/html/tom_jones.html"&gt;Tom Jones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.welshicons.org.uk/html/catherine_zeta-jones.html"&gt;Catherine Zeta-Jones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.welshicons.org.uk/html/anthony_hopkins.html"&gt;Anthony Hopkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/main/ntquery?s=Ioan+Gruffudd&amp;gwp=13"&gt;Ioan Gruffudd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daffodills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I could go on and on about the merits of Wales but I wont for more info &lt;a href="http://www.welshicons.org.uk/"&gt;visit here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to all Welsh visitors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 51);font-size:24;" &gt;Nadolig LLawen a Blwyddyn Newydd Dda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Btw to all the Beta blogger people on my blogroll, I have visited you today but I cannot post under my blogger account for some reason, only my gmail account (which I dont dam well want to post under). Blogger has decided that I am using the wrong password or should try again later. &amp;**^^%^&amp;amp;*&amp;*%$%&amp;amp;*(())_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116611826255531821?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116611826255531821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116611826255531821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/oops.html' title='OOp&apos;s'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116593126148763776</id><published>2006-12-12T07:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:47:27.361-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burnt Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>I got my cake and ate it...</title><content type='html'>And it was soooooo good. Of course I had to share it with WP. he said it tasted good too. Imagine, he liked something British, perhaps there is hope for him yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he likes it I will take on the task. I have left it too late this year (many people make them 2-3 months in advance to make sure that they are well and truly soaked in Brandy)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will make one next year- That should be fun, me making something as complicated as a Christmas cake.&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt it will turn out brick like enough to use as a door stop. The fruit will have all sunk to the bottom too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired I thought I would look into it, and found a few facts out.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Christmas Cake as we know it today comes from two customs which became one around 1870 in Victorian England. Originally there was a porridge, the origins of which go back to the beginnings of Christianity. Then there was a fine cake made with the finest milled wheatflour, this was baked only in the Great Houses, as not many people had ovens back in the 14th century.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLUM PORRIDGE :&lt;/span&gt;Originally people used to eat a sort of porridge on Christmas Eve. It was a dish to line the stomach after a day's fasting, which people used to observe for Christmas Eve, or the 'Vigil' as it was called long ago. Gradually, they began to put spices, dried fruits, honey etc in the porridge to make it a special dish for Christmas. Much later it was turned into a pudding, because it got to be so stiff with all the fruits and things, that they would tie it in a cloth, and dunk it into a large cauldron of boiling water and boil it for many hours. This turned into Christmas Pudding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yuk I hate Christmas pudding, which is often served as a dessert after dinner on Christmas day. Its usually set alight and brought to the table dancing with blue flames from all the brandy. Its then served with some kind of sweet white sauce, either Rum, Brandy or plain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLUMCAKE &lt;/span&gt;: Later, around the 16th century, it became popular to add butter, replace the oatmeal with wheatflour, add eggs to hold it together better. This became boiled plumcake. So boiled plum pudding and boiled fruitcake existed side by side depending on which ingredients the housewife used. Only big houses had proper ovens to bake in. In the castles and fine homes, people would make a special cake for Easter, which was a rich fruitcake recipe with a topping of what we now call marzipan or almond paste. A similar cake was baked for the Christmas festivities, but whereas the Easter one was a plain cake with almonds, the Christmas one had dried fruits in season and spices. These represented the exotic spices of the East, and the gifts of the Wise Men . Such things were first brought to Europe and Britain particularly, by the Crusaders coming back from the wars in the Holy Land in the 12th century.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWELFTH NIGHT CAKE :&lt;/span&gt; But it was not a Christmas cake, but a Twelfth Night Cake. Twelfth night is on the 5th January, and has been for centuries the traditional last day of the Christmas season.. It was a time for having a great feast, and the cake was an essential part of the festivities. This was slightly different in different countries, and also at different social levels.But after the Reformation, these customs of the Church were banned by the Puritans, and fell into disuse. Without its religious overtones, Twelfth Night became a time of mischief and over indulgence. By 1870, Britains Queen Victoria announced that she felt it was inappropriate to hold such an unchristian festival, and Twelfth Night was banned as a feastday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See even back then religion was dictating how people lived and celebrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ARRIVAL OF THE CHRISTMAS CAKE :&lt;/span&gt; The confectioners who made the cakes were left with boxes full of figurines and models for Twelfth Cakes, and also had lost revenue by the banning of the feast. So they began to bake a fruitcake and decorate it with snowy scenes, or even flower gardens and Italian romantic ruins. These they sold not for the 5th January, but for December Christmas parties. And it was thus that we developed the Christmas cake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed to say I didn't know any of the above facts. so at least I learnt something today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in case any of you out there want to try to make it too I will include the recipe. the ingredients are subject to a bit of open interpretation, some people don't like to add the  brandy, some people don't add the nuts and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/458419/christmas-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/485707/christmas-cake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;For the cake:&lt;br /&gt;500g/1lb 2oz sultanas&lt;br /&gt;255g/9oz lexia raisins&lt;br /&gt;200g/7oz glace cherries, halved&lt;br /&gt;110g/4oz currants&lt;br /&gt;110g/4oz cut mixed peel&lt;br /&gt;110g/4oz ready-to-eat dried figs, roughly chopped&lt;br /&gt;110g/4oz ready-to-eat dried apricots, roughly chopped&lt;br /&gt;110g/4oz ready to-eat dried pitted prunes, roughly chopped&lt;br /&gt;150ml/5fl oz brandy&lt;br /&gt;1 small orange, grated zest and juice&lt;br /&gt;255g/9oz unsalted butter, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;200g/7oz dark muscovado sugar&lt;br /&gt;5 medium eggs&lt;br /&gt;300g/10.5oz plain flour&lt;br /&gt;200g/7oz macadamia nuts, roughly chopped&lt;br /&gt;For the decoration:&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp apricot jam&lt;br /&gt;500g/1lb 2oz white marzipan&lt;br /&gt;140g/5oz ready-to-roll white icing&lt;br /&gt;packet royal icing mix&lt;br /&gt;silver balls, to decorate&lt;br /&gt;icing sugar, to dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method&lt;br /&gt;1. Put the sultanas, raisins, glace cherries, currants, peel, figs, apricots and prunes in a large bowl and pour over the brandy, orange zest and juice. Mix well, cover and leave to stand overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Line the base of a 23cm/9in cake tin with a double thickness of parchment paper. Line the sides of the tin with a double thickness of parchment paper, so that it comes 4-5cm/1.5-2in above the edge of the tin. Wrap a sheet of folded newspaper around the outside of the tin and secure with string. Stand the prepared tin on a folded sheet of newspaper on a baking sheet. Preheat the oven to 150C/300F/Gas 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In a large bowl, beat the butter and sugar together until pale and fluffy. Gradually beat in the eggs, adding a little of the flour if the mixture starts to curdle. Add the fruit, its soaking liquid and the nuts and mix well. Stir in the flour, taking care not to over mix it. Spoon the mixture into the prepared tin and level the surface with the back of a spoon. Bake for 3-4 hours or until a skewer inserted into the centre comes out clean. If the top of the cake starts to get too brown, cover with a sheet of baking parchment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When the cake is cooked, remove it from the oven and leave to cool completely in the tin. Store the cake in an airtight tin, wrapped in greaseproof paper and foil for between two and three months. Feed the cake with brandy every 2-3 weeks until you are ready to decorate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pass the jam through a sieve and warm it in a pan with 1 tbsp of water. Invert the cake onto a serving plate or board. Use a little of the marzipan to fill any gaps between the cake and the plate. Brush the jam all over the cake. Roll out the remaining marzipan and lift carefully onto the cake, easing it around the sides. Trim off any excess with a sharp knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Roll out the ready-to-roll icing to a 0.5cm/ 1/4 in thickness and cut out as many star shapes as you can, re-rolling the trimmings. Set aside on parchment paper to harden. Meanwhile, make up the royal icing according to the instructions on the packet. Spread the icing over the cake to cover it, then roughly peak it using a spatula. Arrange the stars on top and scatter over the silver balls. Leave the icing to harden, then dust the cake with icing sugar.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116593126148763776?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116593126148763776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116593126148763776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-got-my-cake-and-ate-it_12.html' title='I got my cake and ate it...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116586663447962819</id><published>2006-12-11T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:47:53.950-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tinkerbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Nice things through the post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/904006/gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/775818/gift.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just went to check the mail and found a teeny little parcel.&lt;br /&gt;Inside was the cutest little Christmas cake I ever did see and a pair of socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas pressie from my very good friends in England! I opened the cake (which I will enjoy later on) and I could smell the brandy as soon as I unwrapped it. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The socks rock! Tink of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Thank you Tracey &amp;amp; Stephen you sure did cheer me up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/27889486-116586663447962819?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116586663447962819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116586663447962819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/nice-things-through-post.html' title='Nice things through the post..'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116558594030851123</id><published>2006-12-08T07:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:48:22.218-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>The Serious Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/425533/Bleak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/97661/Bleak.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure, am still not sure if I should blog about this. It's been on my mind all week and  I probably would feel better if I wrote about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard on Monday that a friend (more of a close co-worker in reality) had committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;It has just blown me away, I cannot get my head around it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was only 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I started work around the same time 16 years ago. We both worked part time evenings. Our place is quite clicky so you tend to mix with the people you are on the same shift as. You sit together on break. Nights out you sit together etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The he went full time and onto days I followed a few years later.&lt;br /&gt;He worked in the warehouse as the back door guy- checking off deliveries ( and there were lots).&lt;br /&gt;I moved to a department that were always getting promotional posters, hanging boards etc delivered everyday, so it meant I was always up for a chat and a giggle at the back door with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always so layed back he was nearly lying down, never stressed out like the rest of us over stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;I said it was clicky well this carried over to departments too.&lt;br /&gt;We hated Stock Control, they hated us and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked Sundays (double time baby) and Cath, Andy,Terry* and I would go for breakfast together. Sundays was kind of a laid back day- only one manager on duty so we would take liberties in the break room and half an hour would turn into 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard he had found a serious relationship, settled down and was going higher in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste of a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop thinking about his family and how they must have felt finding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant get it off my mind, and I don't know why. I couldn't get to sleep for ages last night and I had to check WP was still breathing 3 times- He was so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe writing this down in a kind of tribute to Terry will help lay him to rest in my mind. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe if someone is feeling like he must have felt and they happen to read this maybe when they realise how many people it affects they will think again and look for another solution to their problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*not his real name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116558594030851123?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116558594030851123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116558594030851123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/serious-post.html' title='The Serious Post'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116552058028156672</id><published>2006-12-07T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:48:42.613-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>What ? another post.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/30422/gossip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/276303/gossip.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes two posts in one day, I am pushing the boat out this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems  Vince and Jen  are over.The couple who spent months denying they were an item - said they had mutually agreed to split. But are set to remain good friends- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems child services are keen to get hold of Britters Officials are concerned about the welfare of her children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The department has been calling Britney trying to set up a meeting with her, so they can check on Sean Preston and Jayden James, a source told the New York Post.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope that she wears underwear for the interview....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Old Scary Spice Mel B only learned that Eddie Murphy had dumped her after friends called to tell her after he announced it on a TV show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Eddie, 45, was secretly seeing new love Tracey Edmonds. He later told a Dutch TV station he had ditched Mel and wanted a DNA test to prove the baby was his.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly Heather Mills McCartney has dispensed of her legal team- she will represent herself- good luck with that. Perhaps she thinks she will get more money this way ? Who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116552058028156672?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116552058028156672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116552058028156672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-another-post.html' title='What ? another post.....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116550019535135289</id><published>2006-12-07T07:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:49:09.890-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babysitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unpaid debts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>More Christmas and a moan.</title><content type='html'>I have caught the Christmas bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first song I dedicate to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://death-of-a-salesman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Orhan&lt;/a&gt; because like him I get sick of hearing it,but it takes me back to the time in my life that I was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WHAM%21"&gt;Wham&lt;/a&gt; crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I was totally in love with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_michael"&gt;George Michael&lt;/a&gt;, he was the greatest person to walk the planet. My God what was I thinking! I even had my hair the same as his and wore the gold hoop earrings. When this song came out me and an Ex's brother recorded ourselves singing it ( Hey I was a teenager). He put it on cassette and we had a photograph of the two of us wearing Santa hats which he made into a cover for the box. Yikes two of my worst fears a photograph of me and even worse the sound of my voice on tape!  I am pretty sure he has it to this day, well he certainly still had it a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/06rlB0Kw3fw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/06rlB0Kw3fw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wham- Last Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played this song to death, so much that I am still sick of it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who could forget &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Band_Aid_%28band%29"&gt;Band Aid&lt;/a&gt;, I love this video simply because its so good to look back and see all the bands that were a big part of my life back then. The video also has one of my favorite ladies on there- the late &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paula_Yates"&gt;Paula Yates&lt;/a&gt; (married to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Geldof"&gt;Bob Geldof&lt;/a&gt; at the time before she ran away with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Hutchence"&gt;Michael Hutchence&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsqsiJRiCY0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsqsiJRiCY0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Band Aid - Do they know its Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to other good news, Thank God that Melrose didn't win last night on Americas next top model. I had this sinking feeling as soon as it was down to her and Carrie dee. But all was good in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now annoying news, I am owed money! I looked after some kids a while ago - in fact the people who had this apartment before us, they both worked nights in the medical field and their shifts clashed on a Sunday night- sometimes on a Friday too.&lt;br /&gt;They have three kids aged 10, 3 and 5mths, They asked me if I would sleep over on said nights for a pittance really $25 per night. But I did because they were stuck and had no one else to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Not only were they terrible payers but the house was always a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disgrace&lt;/span&gt;- I don't mean just untidy but often &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;filthy&lt;/span&gt;.As in dirty diapers on the living room floor, on the bedroom floor and the toilet...Well you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;More often then not I would load their dishwasher and clean the kitchen simply because I needed to get to the sink to make the baby's milk or clean some bottles( which were rarely made).&lt;br /&gt;Added to that the 3 year old would never be in bed - This is 11pm I am talking about, they would let him nap late evening so then he would be up till 1 am often. Which is not good if you want to get some sleep before the baby wakes up at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;Then they would rarely be home on time - 8am which meant I would have to make sure I got the girl up for school.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they have since moved up the road, still owing me $100+ I have tried to call several times but I show up on their caller ID so the phone never gets answered. I have been round and knocked on the door - no answer. I tried to call again the other day and the eldest girl picked up, just as I was asking to speak to her Mum or Dad the mother came on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Who is this ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Hi It's Pixie"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Who?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Pixie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"I don't know who this is "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Is this "Mother"&lt;/span&gt;** &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am speaking to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"No"&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liar!&lt;/span&gt; It was her, I recognised her voice and the little boy in the background! You can also wager that she doesn't get that many people with a British accent calling her up either.&lt;br /&gt;She then hangs up saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"I don't know who that is" !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call back at once- you guessed it no answer.&lt;br /&gt;[/rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* My real name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** Her real name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116550019535135289?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116550019535135289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116550019535135289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-christmas-and-moan.html' title='More Christmas and a moan.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116541830279321043</id><published>2006-12-06T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:49:58.551-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Cos everyone else has gone Christmas .....</title><content type='html'>and I don't want to be left out.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly every blog I visit has Christmas inspired posts on which makes me feel all warm and happy inside. so I have to get in on the act too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shericakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Catch&lt;/a&gt; wanted to know peoples top 5 Christmas songs which inspired me to search out some of mine. here are two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike Oldfield-In Dulci Jubilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4uLZcaRXcU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4uLZcaRXcU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pouges &amp; Kisty McColl- Fairytale of New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/05Hk7zc4oGs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/05Hk7zc4oGs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love em, The Mike Oldfield track I love the second half when the electric guitar kicks in, the Pouges I love the whole thing the lyrics that start off happy and turn sour. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because other people are showing off their Christmas decor ( &lt;a href="http://southerncircleofhell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pissy &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://kimcstl.blogspot.com/"&gt;KC&lt;/a&gt;) I have to get in on that act too so here were are the extent of my Christmas decor. The garland and wreath I made last year with lots of junk from the $ store, you cant really see it too well but it has cranberries, fur cones and fake fruit on.&lt;br /&gt;The nutcracker man was from Target ( I think ?) last year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/181230/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/577760/xmas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint Christmas grand....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116541830279321043?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116541830279321043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116541830279321043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/cos-everyone-else-has-gone-christmas.html' title='Cos everyone else has gone Christmas .....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116534000320962901</id><published>2006-12-05T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:53:59.136-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The Break Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/1600/624701/breakup-704428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6993/1443/320/685941/breakup-704428.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we watched The Break Up, I had been wanting to see this film a while because it looked good...Looks can be decieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont give away the plot ( for want of a better word) incase you havent seen it yet but basicly its about a girl and a guy -&gt; have stupid argument -&gt; Then get silly with the too proud to admit you are wrong part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see her side, could identify strongly with it, of course the boys only saw his side and she was at fault 100%, whilst the guy was totally in the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refrained from commenting for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say though by the end of the film I was on Vinces side! The ending was a total let down,  a bad example for men and sad for women.&lt;br /&gt;The guy did what guys are brought up not to do but we women want them to do and wore his heart on his sleeve, was open and honest, which for a guy like that took a lot of guts.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that any guy watching that film would be totally put off now from being so open and honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all it was pretty bad, I am glad that I didnt pay to see it. One review I read said this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I finally caught THE BREAK-UP. It's not as bad as critics put it. It works for a lot of the time. It goes on longer than it should have, and its tone towards the end of the movie fluctuates - as if they didn't know how to wrap this movie up. The tacked on ending doesn't work. I read somewhere that it was re-shot. The much darker original ending was replaced after audiences tests didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main problem with the film is Aniston. She's just not solid enough, and not an acting match for Vince Vaughn. She basically has one expression throughout the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a better actress, this could have been a great film despite the probematic ending. It's making good money, so I guess it doesn't matter.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they replaced the original ending, well they could have surely come up with something better then they ended up with.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I did start to watch Brookeback mountain the other night but had to turn it off after 10 minutes- I could not understand a word they were saying.....*sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116534000320962901?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116534000320962901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116534000320962901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/break-up.html' title='The Break Up'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116524159533494318</id><published>2006-12-04T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:47:24.527-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buying Shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been a bad blogger of late, I have just had so many other things to do I have barely had anytime at the PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have been looking for new "house" things such as guest towels (the fancy ones that are for show only).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shower curtains ( have yet to find one we both like- there are some horrible ones around this year) We were thinking about a loose lighthouse theme in the bathroom but can we find anything "lighthousey" No!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we had to buy winter coats, gloves and hats. Wp thinks I want to run away to war because of all the coats I ended up buying a men's green military style jacket. The womens coats are either too fussy or don't cover your bum, and I am not fond of a cold bum. I nearly bought a green newsboy cap to match but it was maybe a little over the top so I plumped for a purple chenieile hat with the cool gloves that are fingerless but have the little mitten bits that flip over the top of your hands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wp has yet to find a coat and gloves, he is so fussy we spent an hour and a half in the shoe store just getting him two pairs of shoes! All the ones he liked the most didnt have his size in stock, or they didnt feel right on his feet. And men think women are bad in stores!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We bought one of them materess toppers for the top of the bed, its great really warm and soft.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We bought a lot of other stuff as well, too much to list but things like a new (small) trash can, a mop, all the boring stuff like that,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then of course we were without power for 24 hours, thank god we have a gas fire ! We ended up with a house full with his sister in law, her mom and sister and his niece and nephew. Its no fun trying to cook for so many people by candlelight I can tell you.The kids of course were bored after 5 minutes with no TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wp had to go into work on friday, there were no if's or buts about it, his department is classed as a critical area. he got there ok with the bonus of the company paying for pizza for all who worked and double time and a half. yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The PC's hard drive died on Saturday so he swapped it out for another one we had lying around. of course its a major pain because everything has to be re-installed. I needed photoshop at once because I am working on a blog , this poor guy has been waiting on me to finish his and I have had power outs and PC trouble and then couldnt really work over the weekend. Hopefully I will get it done today. Not only do I have to re-install photoshop but I have that many extra brushes and fonts I have to install as well. Not to mention a zillion bookmarks for the web. I cant find anything, I backed up most of it on the external hard drive but now have to move everything back again in some sort of legible order! Grr, its gonna take days to get back on track. nothing more boring then installing software and sorting out files.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats about it for my weekend, I will try my hardest this week to catch up in blog land this week. Fingers crossed !&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more thing I have to own upto, I fell on my bum in the parking lot with armfuls of shopping bags. I nearly made it to the steps then Wham! Ouch. Thank god it was dark I dont think anyone saw me......&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this bit O fun on  &lt;a href="http://southerncircleofhell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pissys blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/bubble.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Dunno if its too advisable to be so innocent though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116524159533494318?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116524159533494318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116524159533494318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-been-bad-blogger-of-late-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116473182873623866</id><published>2006-11-28T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:51:47.188-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>I talk too much ?</title><content type='html'>Well my move went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My fingers were sore from all that scrubbing I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken nails and little cuts on my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My back was aching&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I could feel myself getting a little stressed now and again- they say moving is one of the most stressful events. We only moved across the hall that was enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course the fact that I did 95% of it alone did nothing to lift my burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are pretty sorted here also, just need to hang the pictures and buy some furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it, there are oddles of storage closets so the place looks clutter free.&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, I got rid of the large trash can WP insisted on using. it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nice today just taking out a small carrier bag of trash instead of a hulking big black sack.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if I have to take it out more often, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so nice not to have to look at ot sitting in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to my title subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It is something one half of the population has long suspected - and the other half always vocally denied. Women really do talk more than men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, women talk almost three times as much as men, with the average woman chalking up 20,000 words in a day - 13,000 more than the average man.&lt;br /&gt;Women also speak more quickly, devote more brainpower to chit-chat - and actually get a buzz out of hearing their own voices, a new book suggests.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed we talked more, most men you are lucky if you get a grunt here and there out of them. But we get a buzz from the sound of our own voice!&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I hate the sound of my voice, so much that when I used to work on the customer service desk I would ring the reception desk and have then tannoy announcements for me. I have even been known to walk the whole store in search of the person I was after, anything rather then use the tannoy and hear my voice broadcast throughout the whole store. The thought of hundereds of people listening to me was just too much.&lt;br /&gt;Even now if I am using the phone I have to go into another room because I don't like to use the phone in front of other people. Not because i dont want then to listen in but because it makes me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;The article goes on to say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The book - written by a female psychiatrist - says that inherent differences between the male and female brain explain why women are naturally more talkative than men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Female Mind, Dr Luan Brizendine says women devote more brain cells to talking than men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if that wasn't enough, the simple act of talking triggers a flood of brain chemicals which give women a rush similar to that felt by heroin addicts when they get a high&lt;br /&gt;Dr Brizendine, a self-proclaimed feminist, says the differences can be traced back to the womb, where the sex hormone testosterone moulds the developing male brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The areas responsible for communication, emotion and memory are all pared back the unborn baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result is that boys - and men - chat less than their female counterparts and struggle to express their emotions to the same extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women have an eight-lane superhighway for processing emotion, while men have a small country road," said Dr Brizendine, who runs a female "mood and hormone" clinic in San Francisco. &lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are, however, advantages to being the strong, silent type. Dr Brizendine explains that testosterone also reduces the size of the section of the brain involved in hearing - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;allowing men to become "deaf" to the most logical of arguments put forward by their wives and girlfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aint that the truth....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/article.html?in_article_id=419040&amp;in_page_id=1879"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116473182873623866?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116473182873623866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116473182873623866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-talk-too-much.html' title='I talk too much ?'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116412342519826712</id><published>2006-11-21T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:52:28.733-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Boyfriends'/><title type='text'>Getting on the TomKat bandwagon...sort of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/1600/_42332010_cruise_long_203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/320/_42332010_cruise_long_203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was reading the (UK )newspapers this morning when I came across an article re: TomKat.&lt;br /&gt;The point in question was why the wedding photograph shows him taller then Ms Holmes, when in reality she towers over him by 2 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Quote the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruise may have reached the dizzying stratosphere of Hollywood's A-list and the inner circle of Scientology (which believes that humans are descendants of aliens known as Thetans) but he clearly still has little-big-man hang-ups about his height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor is he alone. In an industry where leading men are expected to conform to society's expectations of desirability, some vertically challenged actors go to great lengths to disguise their shortcomings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alan Ladd&lt;/span&gt;, a diminutive 5ft 4in, sometimes had to clamber on to an orange box to kiss his leading ladies or take a swipe at his enemies. In Boy on a Dolphin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophia Loren&lt;/span&gt; was forced to stand in a hole to play opposite him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Cagney&lt;/span&gt; was 5ft 5in, but cultivated a tough-guy image. And although about 5ft 8in, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humphrey Bogart&lt;/span&gt; was often mocked for his height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier for character actors to carve a niche for themselves: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny DeVito&lt;/span&gt; (5ft), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dustin Hoffman&lt;/span&gt; (5ft 6in) and the late &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dudley Moore&lt;/span&gt; (5ft 2 ½in) have all received critical acclaim. All three married glamorous, taller, women , a testimony, perhaps, to their personalities rather than physical stature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's no doubt that, on an evolutionary level, women prefer tall men, as they associate height with superior genes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A survey by the Open University for the National Child Development Study has shown that short men will always lose out to taller rivals in love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, a man of average height (5ft 9in in the UK) is less likely to marry than a 6ft 1in man. Tall men also earn an average of 10 per cent more than their short counterparts, because height is associated with leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, however, men shorter than 5ft 6in are less likely to commit suicide, because they develop better psychological self-defence skills to compensate. In fact, it is often this carapace of self-confidence that can give a short man the drive and charisma to attract a trophy mate. Just look at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bernie Ecclestone&lt;/span&gt; (5ft 4in) or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rod Stewart&lt;/span&gt; (5ft 8in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed Stewart's fiancee, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny Lancaster&lt;/span&gt; (6ft 1in), has been known to step off the kerb for paparazzi shots, just as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diana&lt;/span&gt; (5ft 10in) wore low-heeled shoes and slumped at the shoulders to make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prince Charles&lt;/span&gt; look taller than his 5ft 11in height (she ditched the flatties as the marriage disintegrated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can a match between a tall woman and her shorter celebrity spouse ever last the distance? Cruise's ex-wife, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicole Kidman&lt;/span&gt; (5ft 10in), famously remarked in the wake of their divorce: "At least I can wear high heels now." That said, she is now married to country singer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keith Urban&lt;/span&gt;, who claims to be 5ft 8in and is currently in rehab, so there's a hidden price to be paid for whipping on those Jimmy Choos again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether there will be a hidden price in TomKat's Scientology vows in which Cruise promised Holmes"dresses, food and perhaps even a cat", while she promised to keep him content  perhaps only the Thetans can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if domestic harmony is jeopardised by height, the elegant Mrs Cruise could soon give new meaning to the concept of an Armani trench.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taller then my first boyfriend, I hated it. We were teenagers and of course you are self-concious then anyway but sometimes I felt that people thought he was my little brother or something. Of course now he is taller then me so I'm told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next BF was taller by about an inch and a half which was fine unless I wore heels then I just didn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;It's probably brainwashed into us by society and the media , the above quote being a perfect example of the lenghths Hollywood will go to to decive the public that the guy always has to be taller. To give the image that only big men can proctect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which thinking about it is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say I do like being able to rest my head against a nice broad chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/main.jhtml?view=DETAILS&amp;grid=&amp;amp;xml=/health/2006/11/21/hshort21.xml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116412342519826712?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116412342519826712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116412342519826712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/11/getting-on-tomkat-bandwagonsort-of.html' title='Getting on the TomKat bandwagon...sort of.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116396286542715631</id><published>2006-11-19T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:53:04.645-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Injury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>Pouty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/1600/lips.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/320/lips.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iv'e had a lip job, yes my previously thin nothing lips are now full and pouty worthy of Ms Jolie.&lt;br /&gt;Expensive operation ? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; Expensive creams ? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My secret ?&lt;/span&gt; I got smacked in the mouth with my hairbrush. Last night we were messing around and I slapped WP's bum as he was taking a pee, I left the bathroom, turned and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAM. SMACK. THWACK&lt;/span&gt;, right in the mouth went my wooden hairbrush.&lt;br /&gt;The best of it was he had thrown it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;around the corner blind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There was blood of course and tears and apologies. When I looked I had a nice little hole in my inside bottom lip where it has been forced onto my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It hurt to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It hurt to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It hurt to ice it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning its a lot better but I have these funky full lips.....Of course no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lip stain&lt;/span&gt; to put on them but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/1600/11582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/320/11582.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to the cinema to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Departed&lt;/span&gt;. Of course everyone else was there to see the new James Bond (who incidentally was born in the same hospital as me) but we like to be different.&lt;br /&gt;It was brilliant! One of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; best films I have seen in a while, full of big names and Leonardo is back to looking hot. I thought that his pretty days were over after Titanic, he went to looking bad but I am happy to say he is looking good.&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the back row ,not for snogging I like to sit back I get a neck ache if I sit too near the front. In the row in front of us there sat 2 grannies and their grandson of about 10. Now this film was full of violence and swearing, the obligatory bit of sex of course. The grannies tutted their way through the film. I think they probably had no clue as to what the film was about beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;Of course a lot of cash was spent on horrible salty popcorn and soda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Large soda $4.75 !&lt;/span&gt; You can get at least 8 liters for that from Walgreens.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I like to plan ahead and take food in with me but there wasn't time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Just before I go I have updated my blogroll with some really cool and hilarious people, check them out if you get time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116396286542715631?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116396286542715631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116396286542715631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/11/pouty.html' title='Pouty'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116378000451612825</id><published>2006-11-17T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:54:23.021-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buying Shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Boyfriends'/><title type='text'>The things people do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/1600/funnyfarm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/320/funnyfarm.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went out to dinner, as we drove past Best Buy I just happened to glance over and there were people camping out in their tents. Waiting for Playstation 3. Good God people get a life! does it really matter that much to have it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;?  Its friggin November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas I have to say I am apathetic enough to just wait for the product after all the hype has died down. The only thing I have pre-ordered in my life was the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lights-Out-3CD-Box-Set/dp/B00065XJ4S"&gt;Nirvana Box set&lt;/a&gt; and I just happened to be the very first person to buy it on the release day, not because I made the effort but because I had to walk past the store on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit to feeling a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special little feeling&lt;/span&gt;" when I left the store. I walked up the street beaming this daft smile and clutching my &lt;a href="http://www.hmv.co.uk/hmvweb/home.do"&gt;HMV&lt;/a&gt; carrier bag to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I only ever played it all the way through once or twice and seeing as its been in England the past 2 years I have to say I havent missed it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ex did go out once at midnight to get me one of the Harry Potter potter book on it's release as a surprise, that was quite exciting. But make the effort myself. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WP has become addicted to this silly little online game, &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/shygypsy.com/farm/p.cgi"&gt;Funny Farm&lt;/a&gt;, it's like a word association and its quite hard for those of us with few brain cells and crap spelling. I made a half hearted effort and got a few right but got fed up pretty quick.I mean to say, I hate poker so why would I know "Poker Stars" If you are going to have a go yourself a tip : Google comes in quite handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no word on the move, don't know whats happening other then they put biege carpet down not grey, so the guy doing all the jobs in there was a little pissed because he matched the kitchen floor tiles to grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went upto Walgreens this morning I had it in my head that I needed at once Olays daily facials, so I got some and had a browse around at the cosmetics whilst I was there. I have been looking for a matt dark lip stain, I hate lipstick I am always aware of it being there when I am drinking, eating , kissing etc. Of course because I don't know the exact product I am looking for it makes it pretty hard to find. The Rimmel cosmetics were buy one get one free so I bought some lip liner and something called "Vinyl lip" lip gloss stuff. Of course the second I got home I had to try it out. I have to stay its still on I still feel "sticky" though.&lt;br /&gt;I think wp likes me to wear it so I don't kiss him as much- he always has an ulterior motive that man!&lt;br /&gt;I also added to my collection of hair clips, I got a pack of three large grips ( you know the ones that sort of snap shut).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am sure I have bored you all to death with my mindless drivel. have a great weekend !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116378000451612825?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116378000451612825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116378000451612825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-people-do.html' title='The things people do...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116360028459720034</id><published>2006-11-15T07:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:55:32.354-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>What! More Rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/1600/eeyorerain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/400/eeyorerain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain again, can you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue the scent theme I was flipping through a magazine last night in bed when I saw an ad for the author Danielle Steel's new perfume "Danielle". Seems everyone is keen to get on this perfume thing. Wp's bro came home yesterday proudly clutching his newest purchase : Antonio Banderas scent! The box has a picture of him with a woman (not his wife) swooning all over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go to bed early lastnight when I heard Law &amp; order SVU on the TV, I saw the trailer for it last week and Olivia (The woman who every crime committed in NY affects her personally in some way) was back. In the trailer it showed Elliot and his new partner (forget her name, some blonde) kissing with olivia looking on.&lt;br /&gt;So I watched for this moment, just turned away for a few moments to check my emails and missed it! I turned back at the end of the kiss. Blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have spent this morning trying to contact current clients via my Gmail account, my web host account is down I am not receiving any mail and don't know what I have sent has got through or not. My web hosts are looking into it as I type but I am slightly irked that it makes me look unprofessional. Having to re-send emails saying" Don't know if you got this but..."&lt;br /&gt;Think I will stick with Gmail from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had some time so I made my Christmas template Yay! Not going to show it for a while yet I made the mistake of doing a Halloween one so early I was sick of the sight of it before Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;But the general theme is red and gold. Stars feature quite a lot and of course Tink is there too.&lt;br /&gt;I got to show my &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.com/en-US/firefox/"&gt;FireFox&lt;/a&gt; button though, Foxy looks so dam cute in his little Santa hat.I just want to pet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/1600/ff.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/400/ff.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy rainy day y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just to further piss me off I have now been informed that we are not moving today, the inspector isn't even going to come out until tomorrow afternoon.&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/27889486-116360028459720034?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116360028459720034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116360028459720034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-more-rain.html' title='What! More Rain.'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116353121707903490</id><published>2006-11-14T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:56:24.522-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tinkerbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Designs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Thanks guys for all the tips on your perfect scents. I will be checking them out when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing much to report, it's raining again in St Louis,it's beginning remind me of England !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This morning I spotted a beetle thing on the kitchen floor, I trapped it under a glass for WP to move, which he would'nt so it has sat there since. he did take out the trash though on his way to work- Bless him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have been busy working on a few blog orders over the last few days, gotta get them done fast because we are moving tomorrow. Only across the hall to a bigger place but I have no idea when the internet will be up and running. that and because everyone will be working it's down to lil'ole me to move the majority of our belongings.Which is cool but I am not looking forward to a mass spring clean of the old place! (*still recovering from cleaning the oven!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;WP has vowed he will no longer be joining me to watch America's next top model now Anchal has been sent packing. I think it is because she was the only one with any boobs so he see's no point in looking anymore. I don't even know who I want to win anymore, all my picks have been booted out. As long as it's not that bitch Melrose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fed-Ex is believed to be touting a four hour sex tape of him and Britters. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four hours !&lt;/span&gt; I knew there must have been some reason she married him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disaster struck yesterday when doing laundry, I have lost a Tinkerbell sock ! I went back to look for it but someone else was using that dryer. Bugger!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to report.&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116353121707903490?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116353121707903490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116353121707903490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/11/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116316929242343594</id><published>2006-11-10T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:57:11.134-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buying Shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WP'/><title type='text'>The search for the perfect smell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/1600/Perfume-resized-128.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/400/Perfume-resized-128.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time I have been here I have been searching for a body spray we both like!&lt;br /&gt;Whats with the US they don't do a whole lot of body sprays for women (unless I haven't found the right store yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In England we have a brand called &lt;a href="http://www.unilever.co.uk/ourbrands/personalcare/impulse.asp"&gt;Impulse&lt;/a&gt;, they may sell it here somewhere I have yet to see any :spray" sprays, they all seem to be "body mists" with the pump style spray.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Impulse Tag line: "Men cant help acting on impulse" is pretty cheap (around under 2 pounds a can) they have lots of smells to choose from so you can find one thats right for you. Don't want to spend the extra cash on Impulse? No problem every food store and chemist sell body sprays galore from own brand ranges to perfume manufacturers brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to the point of my post I have bought untold body sprays whilst here and have still yet to find one.&lt;br /&gt;on a rare trip to the mall WP wanted to buy Victorias Secrets Strawberries &amp; Champagne body spray ( his favourite smell in the world he said) They were out,but he mentioned it a few times more over the following few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was in the mall alone and walked past their store, I remembered the body spray so I went in and blew a tenner on some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore it, no mention of it at all, until one day I pointed it out. I was told it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" smells different on me"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why would "I want to smell like other women" &lt;/span&gt;- Fact is I didn't and was an impulse buy, it crossed my mind the second I stepped out of the store that I didn't want to be smelling like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"those who had been there before"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after a few heated words I tipped the remainder (most of it ) down the sink, I never want to smell that smell again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on we go in search for the perfect scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among them I have bought  :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet pea &lt;/span&gt;- "too young and teenager like"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;- " Smells like cooking and food"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something and ginger&lt;/span&gt; - Without thinking because he told me only days before never to buy gingersnaps he loathes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orange &amp; Verbena&lt;/span&gt; - he liked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok perhaps we have a winner, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the one&lt;/span&gt; but a winner for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we were sitting on the floor watching TV, he leans over and kisses my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "you smell like cleaning stuff"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"do I ?"&lt;/span&gt; *thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I washed my hair a few hours ago"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until later on when I was getting ready for bed that it came to me, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;body spray!&lt;/span&gt; I have been going around smelling like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orange Glo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh my quest continues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google search result stats of the day :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does internet relationship constitute as cheating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116316929242343594?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116316929242343594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116316929242343594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/11/search-for-perfect-smell.html' title='The search for the perfect smell...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116309092182104828</id><published>2006-11-09T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:57:58.671-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Designs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>A ploy by Google ?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday blogger was "experiencing server issues" again for a few hours, no surprise there then.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to work, trying to complete an oder I had for a blog design everything was ready to go but thanks to blogger it had to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between trying to sign into blogger I thought I would fiddle around in my Beta blogger account, I set one up when they first decided everyone with a Gmail acount wanted (without being asked) a free Google Beta Blogger account too.&lt;br /&gt;At the time HTML customisation was not an option, apart from the new "drag n drop" layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I find it is an option, for want of something better to do I modified the "Scribe" template they offer - you know the one, old parchment, horrible dark brown background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixiethingbeta.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the result.&lt;/a&gt; ( I dont think there is a way to include sidebar header images, , its one of the things I am looking into at present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know it is an option I plan on trying (learning) how to (if in deed it can be done) incorporate my own templates into Beta.&lt;br /&gt;I think it will be a long hard road with lots of tears and headaches but we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it can be done, although someone pointed out to me it would be "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dis-honest&lt;/span&gt;" to alter someone elses template and offer them for sale (or even free). of course I knew that but my question was to whether I could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customise an already free blogger template and just claim credit for the images I created, not the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime if anyone was stopping the switch to Beta simply because of the crappy templates then I can help you out with images to "do it yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it struck me as very "convenient" of regular blogger to be down so much lately when the new Beta blogger is up and running. I am beginning to wonder if Google are doing it intentionally so more people switch over to it. When in fact they are losing people altoghether to wordpress, typepad and even &lt;a href="http://mog.com/Ben_Heller/"&gt;Ben&lt;/a&gt; has moved onto to something called Mog. Which reminds me of &lt;a href="http://www.janpienkowski.com/books/meg-and-mog/index.htm"&gt;Meg and Mog&lt;/a&gt; hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.toonhound.com/megmog-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.toonhound.com/megmog-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Btw I am the only person who's spellcheck is not working ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt; LMAO I just checked my page stats ( vain I know) and I have a new Google search &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"how to determine if wife wants threesome"&lt;/span&gt; Hee. Good luck to the guy on getting that one to fly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116309092182104828?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116309092182104828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116309092182104828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/11/ploy-by-google.html' title='A ploy by Google ?'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27889486.post-116300153439353754</id><published>2006-11-08T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:58:56.481-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Wave Bye Bye Kevin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/1600/_42264898_kfed_vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/1443/320/_42264898_kfed_vote.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems Kev is out on his ear, perhaps it was his singing who knows ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Spears filed legal papers Tuesday in Los Angeles County Superior Court, citing "irreconcilable differences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is asking for legal and physical custody of their two children, 1-year-old Sean Preston and 2-month-old Jayden James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spears did agree in the filing to let Federline have visitation rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date of separation was listed as Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spears also requested that her earnings and accumulations from after the date of separation, miscellaneous jewelry and personal effects and other undisclosed assets to be declared separate property.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/Music/11/07/britney.divorce/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other celeb news seems old Macca is planning to beat his Ex (A.K.A lying Bitch Heather) at her game and release a tell all TV interview &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; hers is due out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My advice : Leave it alone and be the better man, she has been proved a barefaced liar many many times, from lies about she and a childhood friend, Margaret Ambler, had been kidnapped and held hostage by a pedophile swimming coach before being rescued by police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact: The friend was the only one abducted and held hostage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ambler issued a writ stating the book included a "substantial amount of false and invented information".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In fact, only Ms Ambler had been held hostage. Mills had simply pinched the story for herself — and paid for it when they later settled out of court.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She denied her past as a sleezy "glamour" model until the photos turned up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She claimed fiance Chris Terrill — dumped after she met McCartney — was a gay MI6 agent out to wreck her campaign on landmines.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Terrill heard rumours he was dumped by Mills because he was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I then heard that she had inflated that into the idea I was an MI6 agent whose mission was to infiltrate her world and sabotage her anti-landmine work in order to protect the British arms industry," Terrill said.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even her much-publicised causes, which so entranced McCartney early on, remain dubious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"She only became vegetarian after meeting Paul," said former sister-in-law Dianna Karmal. "And her anti-fur stance is laughable — she used to wear her mum’s fur coat.&lt;br /&gt;She creates a persona for herself to fit the occasion."&lt;br /&gt;Karmal’s brother is Mills’ first husband Alfie Karmal.&lt;br /&gt;He paid for therapy for Mills, he claimed, after she admitted being a compulsive liar.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee can you tell I don't care for "Lady" heather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27889486-116300153439353754?l=pixiestl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116300153439353754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27889486/posts/default/116300153439353754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/2006/11/wave-bye-bye-kevin.html' title='Wave Bye Bye Kevin...'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867019548504606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://webpages.charter.net/webpirate/Animation5goldglow.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
