<?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-7043833</id><updated>2011-12-14T14:26:48.627+10:30</updated><title type='text'>4 Sanity's Sake</title><subtitle type='html'>An everyday blog about an everyday woman.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-116615882889174903</id><published>2006-12-15T15:28:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-12-15T15:30:28.926+10:30</updated><title type='text'>What a Year...</title><content type='html'>Well it's been forever since i've posted here but hell i'll do one right now just to sum it all up. A fantastic end to a crappy year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly last Christmas holidays: was when it all started. The bf and i had a huge argument over nothing and it ended with him pushing me and throwing my things everytwhere , then i punched him fair and square in the jaw - he kicked me out the house and wouldn't let me back in so i ended up in my car at 3am with the dog and he made me take that too - this was really the time i started thinking about what i wanted and needed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me until just before Easter to decided that the best thing was to take a break from us within the first week, or maybe even before that i already knew i wasn't going back, but i wanted to be 100% sure. So in the end i left him and moved in with my Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in June this year my Grandpa passed away - we were all very close so it was hard for my family - we knew it was coming but that didn't make it easier, especially on my Grandma - they were married for 60 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Days after my Grandpa passed away i went mourning at the pub with a girlfriend and indulged in a couple of beers hmm ok maybe more like over a dozen beers. While there i met someone we'll call him A. and long story short he ended up contacting me a week or so later to go out together. the first time i cancelled on him becuase quite frankly i wasn't interested in a realtionship and the trouble that goes along with getting to know someone, i told him we'd take a riancheck. The second time we arranged to meet up i ended up having to work until midnight so couldn't go. The third and probably final time he asked me out he came and picked me up and we ended up at an Indian place down on Brighton Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice night together, he was easy to talk to and fun to be around, but i still wasn't interested in anything more. I didn't know if i really wanted to see him again. He dropped me home that night and i let him kiss me on the cheek. I sent him and email the next day thanking him for a good night and sending him a link to a website i'd promised. The day after that i had a gift delivered to my work from him - it was the sweetest thing. And the friendship grew from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So six months down the track and we are pretty much inseperable. I am the happiest i can ever remember being. He treats me like a princess, is patient,kind and understanding. He's so much more than words can ever say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the most difficult thing about the relationship is that he has an 18 month old son. Oh i love him, he's adorable, but it's not the easiest thing going into a new relationship where the other person has to talk to his Ex all the time. And it's not easy being an instant mum either. Sometimes i wonder what other people expect of me but i suppose as long as the 3 of us are happy that's all that matters. I will say there are a couple of things that need to be sorted out - but that will come with time. Bubba has accepted me as a new friend and is almost always happy to see me and give me a kiss and hug, which is beautiful. I am learning alot, but i am learning alot along with A, this is his first child so we are learning together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimatley it's a fantasic end to a shitty year - i am happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure i have more to say but have to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have an awesome and safe Christmas and New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-116615882889174903?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/116615882889174903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=116615882889174903&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/116615882889174903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/116615882889174903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-year.html' title='What a Year...'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-115856132751033686</id><published>2006-09-18T15:54:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:05:27.533+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Just quickly.</title><content type='html'>hey all i just have  quick thoughts for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and had a very healthy lunch today (hot chips and gravy) and noticed something about the person who serves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok on the lady we have one gloved hand and one "naked hand".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly she put the chips into the container, that was all good she used the tongs to do this, she then proceeded to pour the gravy over the top of the chips and she dribbled the gravy down the side of the container. What she then did was wipe the gravy off with her finger and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;licked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the gravy off her finger. I kind of stared at her dumbfounded, like did you actually just do that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing she did, and i've noticed this in more than one food service place, she tells me how much it cost then puts out her gloved hand, you know the one she picks food up with, the one i'm assuming is covered with a glove for health reasons so you don't like contaminate food with germs, and she takes my money with her gloved hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now am i missing something here or is this just wrong?  I'll stay away from the sandwiches and anything they have to use their hands to make on second thoughts I think i'll continue to bring my own lunch to work everyday and not have a "special treat" once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewwwww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-115856132751033686?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/115856132751033686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=115856132751033686&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/115856132751033686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/115856132751033686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-quickly.html' title='Just quickly.'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-115672217117776515</id><published>2006-08-28T09:07:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-28T09:12:51.216+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Almost done</title><content type='html'>Well it's not finished yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 95% of my packing done on Friday - i probably didn't pack everything properly, last time i moved i packed and sorted and threw things out. This time i just packed it all away, with a vision that i'll take some "paperwork" boxes with me to sort out then i can put them in storage once i've thrown all the crap out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a huge afternoon, i worked pretty hard at getting it all done but didn't quite get there. I did every room in the house except the sunroom, i couldn't get to it there's so much junk in there, but i got all my other big stuff packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the boys did a good job going and getting all my stuff but somehow i don't think they loaded the truck properly. A 3 tonne truck and it was full.  they were concerned that all my stuff wasn't going to fit into the storage unit but with a bit of "tetris" type stacking there's still room left over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i will have to go back and get the rest of my stuff at some stage in the near future but for now i'm done - i'm exhausted and don't want to face another weekend like that one too soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-115672217117776515?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/115672217117776515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=115672217117776515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/115672217117776515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/115672217117776515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2006/08/almost-done.html' title='Almost done'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-115621483482650883</id><published>2006-08-22T12:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:17:14.856+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Moving House</title><content type='html'>Well it's been 5 months since i left my Ex and it's come time to finalise things and move out for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of things "stored" at his parents house out in the country and i obviously have alot of things at his place to pack away and move.  This weekend is THE weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been almost rational, i have had to be understanding though and be patient with him.  When i first told him i needed to start moving things i thought he would make it very difficult for me, and he did in a way.  He wouldn't let me get friends to move stuff from his paretns house so i've had to rely on him and his best mate to do this for me. It was the only option i had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've hired a drive yourself moving truck for them for Saturday and i have a storage unit organised to put all my stuff in. So the plan is I am going to his place on Friday afternoon to pack then i have to meet them down at the hire car place at 9am Saturday morning, they will take the truck up to the country and call me when they are on their way back to his house, i will meet them there and then pack my boxes into the truck. We'll then go to the storage unit and unload, take the truck back and that's almost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for my cats, i've had to organise a temporary home for them with a friend where i can go around each night on the way home from work to feed and clean their cat run.  I think this is going to be the hardest bit of the move. Moving the cats to a "new home".  I know my "little boy" is going to be very upset at moving again and i hate to see my cats upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was going to be alot less emotional than it has been i've pretty much been in tears for the past two days, and i've been so stressed out.  It's not alot to organise and it's not difficult it's just stressful.  I'm saying goodbye to what i thought was going to be my future. I suppose i have to grieve for what i've left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do this though i need to move forward with my life and find the self worth i lost, build my confidence back up and realise i am worth so much more than how i allowed him to treat me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-115621483482650883?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/115621483482650883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=115621483482650883&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/115621483482650883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/115621483482650883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2006/08/moving-house.html' title='Moving House'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-115561953406692639</id><published>2006-08-15T14:35:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:55:34.110+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Heya</title><content type='html'>So to carry on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with my Grandma for the past few months supporting her through Grandpa's death and helping her out with day to day things like cooking dinner etc etc I must admit it has been good for me to be there, she makes sure i eat every day and it generally keeps me in check having to make sure i check in with someone. Ok so i've lost over 6 kg's due to stress and if it were me on my own i wouldn't be eating and would've been a total mess.  I'm so lucky to have my Grandma. She can't do alot and i do alot of taking care of her but the days when i come home feeling very teary and emotinal she pours me a soothing scotch and just listens if i want to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has had it's rough moments though sometimes she forgets this is the year 2006 and people don't go out for the evening with friends and be home by 11pm, i'm always respectful and she knows when i'll be home, i always carry my phone in case she needs me. It's just difficult having been independant for so many years to now having to check in with someone and generally take care of things for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this stage of the game i don't want to move out anyway, in me being there i'm taking alot of the burden off my mum. i'm there every night during the week except Wed's to cook her dinner and clean up and some Wed's i cook for her before i go dancing - so she can't complain too much i hope. It's just the weekends when i want to go out dancing that sometimes causes a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue my story another time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-115561953406692639?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/115561953406692639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=115561953406692639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/115561953406692639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/115561953406692639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2006/08/heya.html' title='Heya'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-115527408767096545</id><published>2006-08-11T14:36:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-11T14:58:07.710+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Between Posts</title><content type='html'>Ok it's been almost 9 months since i did my last post.  This year has so far passed in a blur of happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with what happened over Christmas ok my partner of 5 years and i had a lovley sized sized argument, he proceeded to yell abuse at me (as he always did) but this time it was a little worse, he threw all my things off my dressing table then pushed me backward. He then decided to call me a few more nasty names which really hit nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this night he pushed me way over the line, i'm a strong perosn and handle alot but this time he went too far so i gave him a right hook to the jaw - left a nice bruise too- he then kicked me out of the house at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the point i started to realise i couldn't keep going on like this anymore. we survived the holidays only just and both went back to work in late January but life and my thoughts just weren't the same anymore.  I tried to talk to him about his anger issues and his abuse so many times and we also went to councelling 18 months prior to try and work it all out - but it seemed i was the only one doing the trying. He was still smoking dope more than ever and that only made the situation worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the courage and strength to pack my stuff and walk away - initially it was for a couple of weeks until i got my head sorted out but it's now been almost 5 months since i left him.  I sometimes feel guilty and sometimes sad, wondering if i've walked away from something that could've worked, hoping that i haven't made a mistake - but then most of the time i look at the reality of things and realise people shouldn't have to be abused almost every day told how stupid and useless they are. There are better things in life and no one should have to put up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i've left him, he's stopped smoking dope, started counceling and also is doing anger management courses. He says he's a totally different person and that i never knew the real him. This dissapoints me so much - i spent 5 years loving him doing anything i could for him, i improved myself for "him" what he wanted he got and i never got much in return.  I was always fearful of the way he'd react to things -even the smallest things would scare me. for eg if i were sitting on the couch when he got home from work he'd yell at me for being lazy. Sometimes i didn't even literally have to get out of bed or say a word at all to be yelled at and abused. This has been the hardest thing i've almost ever had to do. Walk away from what i thought was my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i left him and moved in with my Grandma. At that stage my Grandpa was in the nursing home being taken care of and Grandma would see him 3 to 4 times a week, she enjoys my company at home in the evenings and loves that i cook for her whenever i am home. In most ways i think she thinks she's taking care of me -which is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 7th 2006 my Grandpa passed away, he waited for my Grandma. she visited him every Wednesday at the same time each week. She was there holding his hand when he passed away, he waited, they had celbrated their 60th wedding anniversary earlier this year. That day my watch stopped, and my parents anchor clock stoped at the time he died. that night my Mum and i were outside we looked up at the moon and it had a halo around it - we looked away for a minute looked back and it was gone - &lt;em&gt;we believe&lt;/em&gt; it was him telling us everything was ok, he was home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'll come back and fill you in on more of my life soon. It's 3pm Friday and i've got things to do before i leave work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-115527408767096545?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/115527408767096545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=115527408767096545&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/115527408767096545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/115527408767096545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-time-between-posts.html' title='Long Time Between Posts'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-113503112223608568</id><published>2005-12-20T08:45:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-20T08:55:22.246+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Season's Greeting's</title><content type='html'>Well this is my last day at work for 2005! Woooo hooooo Holidays!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been flat out at home and at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bfriend bought us a new TV and it's that big that he needed to move the lounge room around and put the 2 seater lounge into the spare room.  To put that in the spare room he needed to clean it out first and put some of the stuff we were keeping into the storage room, but before he could do that he needed to clean the storage room out! lol so he spent most of the weekend cleaning.  I spent most of the weekend, shopping, cooking, wrapping and cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to look forward to Christmas day this year - if everything goes well it should be a nice day.  There are a couple of people that are iritiating me thus far, asking me to do things, asking to borrow things then not saying thanks and in general not appreciating things other people do for them, once i get over my irritation on this matter things should be good - as long as they don't call me again - i've got to learan to stand up for myself and just say NO i'm sorry i can't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i hope you and all your families have a very Merry Christmas and a Safe and Happy New Year. Hopefully 2006 is a little better than 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Christmas kisses to you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-113503112223608568?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/113503112223608568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=113503112223608568&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/113503112223608568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/113503112223608568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/12/seasons-greetings.html' title='Season&apos;s Greeting&apos;s'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-113399322952225287</id><published>2005-12-08T08:30:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-08T08:37:09.533+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is doing well!! I'm getting there my wrists have been fairly sore but they are getting better now thank god!! I have a specialist appointment tomorrow so i'll see what he has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is everyone organised for Christmas???? I know i'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have 11 people coming to my place for christmas dinner, the one question is where am i going to fit 11 people for dinner?  My house is fairly small.  The obvious choice is outside - but the problem with this is my grandma is petrified of dogs and we have 2 one out the back and one out the front.  So unless we leave poor grandma eating inside all alone ........ lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this will be the first time my bfriends parents and sister will meet my parents and brother - mind you we've been together 4 years now so there will be the extra "stress" associated with that too.  Ohh i hope it all goes well and everyone enjoys themselves!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year though i've decided to delegate the food responsibilities, the bfriends Mum will do 2 salads, my mum will do a salad and potatoe dish, and i will do 2 roasts, munchies and dessert.  Normally i would do a full roast dinner but this year considering the state of my wrists and how much housework and work i'll have to do before Christmas day we diecided it'd be easier this way.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even started my Christmas shopping yet - i have to wait until i get paid next week to do that and even then i have no idea what to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally i write a list of people i need to buy for then decide before i go shopping what to get them - this year i have the list of names but no present lists!  What am i going to do!!!  It's not going to be a big Christmas this year there's too many bills to pay (medical and car bills) But i need ideas for 4 parents 3 siblings and 2 nieces (the baby niece isn't hard to buy for it's the teenager that's hard) and 1 boyfriend. Jeepers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side of things i am taking 3 weeks off work so for me there is only 7 working days' left till i go on leave! Wooo Hooooo i can't wait.  Around this time of year i start to feel the stress and start feeling that i have been working for 12 months straight without a decent break away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway take care .&lt;br /&gt;HUGS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-113399322952225287?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/113399322952225287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=113399322952225287&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/113399322952225287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/113399322952225287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/12/hi-everyone-i-hope-everyone-is-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-113322956970271466</id><published>2005-11-29T12:20:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:29:29.716+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>Hello to all my avid readers the whole 3 of you!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite sometime since i posted and will probably be a while before i do another post - i do have an excuse, I have something similar to tendonitis in both of my wrists because of work, which has caused swelling and a hell of alot of pain! i've been advised to take a month off work to get better and also have a specialist appointment scheduled for next week.  I did take 5 days off work last week and was feeling alot better - until - i got home from work last night! Ouch!!!!  I spent most of the night awake and in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i shouldn't be typing this at the moment but what can i say i've missed you all! ahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there has been a bit going on in my life but it's too long to type all of it, the most significant thing is that my grandpa now has a permanent place in the care home.  I see him quite often but my Mum bought him down for a visit to my place on sunday and it's the worst i;ve seen him.  He didn't know who i was, and he started crying, then he perked up again and started singing a "home made" song to me about swimming with the dolphins and blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how seeing him like that is so hard but my wrists are killing me so i can't type anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Crayonz - i still can't load Baby Lauren's  site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone else i am still reading your sites but not commenting very much - but take care everyone and i will post again as soon as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-113322956970271466?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/113322956970271466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=113322956970271466&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/113322956970271466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/113322956970271466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/11/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-113148596970409760</id><published>2005-11-09T08:07:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:09:29.720+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Short One</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone well not much inspiratino today plus i still have heaps to do. I got this email and thought it was really quite funny so i thought i'd share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CORRECT WAY TO COME HOME DRUNK!&lt;br /&gt;Two married buddies are out drinking one night, when one turns to theother and says, "You know, I don't know what else to do.Whenever I go home after we've been out drinking, I turn the headlightsoff before I get to the driveway. I shut off the engine and coast intothe garage. Take my shoes off before I go into the house, I sneak up thestairs, get undressed in the bathroom, stick my foot in the toilet and peedown my leg to prevent splashing sounds.&lt;br /&gt;I ease into bed and my wifeSTILL Wakes Up, and Yells at me for staying out so late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His buddy looks at him and says "Well, you're obviously taking the wrongapproach. I screech into the driveway, slam the door, storm up the steps,pee hard into the toilet water, then use the full flush, throw my shoes inthe closet, undress in the bedroom, then jump into bed, slap her on theass and say!, WHO'S HORNY????!!!"and she acts like she's sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;It Works Every Time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-113148596970409760?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/113148596970409760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=113148596970409760&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/113148596970409760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/113148596970409760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/11/short-one.html' title='Short One'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-113097124346536559</id><published>2005-11-03T08:46:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:10:46.933+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Fancy seeing you here...</title><content type='html'>Ok the title of this post has nothing to do with the content, just so that's clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not alot happening in my life still. I've been fairly busy at work as usual and at this stage of the year am looking forward to christmas - i know i know don't say the c word yet it's too early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has just flown by - where has the time gone? It seems like it was only a few months ago i was preparing for end of the year and oh what preparation i have to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll be taking 3 weeks off at Christmas time, we won't go away anywhere i don't think. On second thoughts we may go to Sydney for a week.  I really do need the holiday though - i work all year with only weekends and public holidays off and around this time of year i start to get tired, struggle to get out of bed and just feel frustrated in myself - thinking holidays are so close why can't they just be here already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm still half asleep so if this post doesn't make much sense don't think i've been drinking at work or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my niece's 14th birthday on Saturday night and met her 17 year old boyfriend! yes 17.  I can gladly say he wasn't too feral and could possibly be a decent influence on her -  maybe...&lt;br /&gt;She is a concern right now, as expected my brother isn't coping with having her full time and struggles to keep a routine and discipline in the house.  She may have to repeat first year of high school.  Tell me how do you talk to a 14 year old about this stuff and get to to actully listen and respond.  I think it's almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what i was like at 14 and think the only way i learned was by my own mistakes and not other peoples advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much more to this story with my brother it's not just her he's not coping with - you remember the car accident? well he still can't work because of his back, neck , knees and so on, his idiotic girlfriend left so that's depressing him too.  The past 2 weeks i have spent countless hours on the phone with him trying to get him to get help just being there for him and talking him through things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway time to get back to work before the papers swallow my desk whole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-113097124346536559?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/113097124346536559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=113097124346536559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/113097124346536559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/113097124346536559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/11/fancy-seeing-you-here.html' title='Fancy seeing you here...'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-113028310684438836</id><published>2005-10-26T08:42:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:06:09.186+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Life</title><content type='html'>Well life's normal not too much happening around here at all. Same stuff different week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was fairly quiet, i met afew friends for drinks and we eneded up meeting another of my friends at the hotel we go to dance at on Friday nights. It ended up a wonderful night - one set of my friends socialising with another, which to me is alway a nervous time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow one story from this Friday night was i came back from the girls room to find another man at our table with my friends i was introuduced to him and simply asked "do you dance?" Before i could get this question finished he'd grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor, i looked at my friends and said i only asked if he danced!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow he was there with another female, i asked if it were his girfriend or potential girlfriend and he said they were just mates, they'd been "together" years ago but there was only friendship there now. anyhow we were dancing for about 5 songs and the next thing i knew he says to me "hang on i'll be back in a minute", and he runs out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl he was there with had just walked out the door, i assume she'd cracked the shits becuase we were dancing. So 15 minutes later they came back inside and both of them went on the dance floor and neither of them spoke or even looked at us. the funny thing about this was the girl he was there with had her arm in a sling so they couldn't dance properly anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to talk to friends and came back in and they'd left without saying goodbye to anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to these dance lessons is great fun and i am honestly loving it, but the problem is the women. When i first started dancing there one particular guy would dance with me and teach me new stuff during the beginners lessons because he and his wife don't dance during this time. A few weeks ago his wife wasn't there so he danced the ENTIRE night with me and at the end of the night says i really enjoy dancing with you (his wife is a larger sized lady and finds it a little hard to move freeley) But the next week his wife was back again and since that night he hasn't danced with me and has barley said hello. But i was told that i was being looked at all the time by his wife, with interesting type looks. So i wonder what the problem is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's not the only woman that's been giving me interesting looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wondering if it's becuase i am hmmm probably 20 years younger than most of the women there and i'm not too disgusting to look at that the women are getting protective of their men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest problem dancing is there are few men that will dance with me. My friend who is in her 50's has no problems with men asking her to dance - but i do! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i still love dancing and won't let these things put me off - i actually find it quite funny sometimes that these women are so protective, i don't even get dressed up to go there, i don't wear makeup and do myself up like they all do either - or maybe i'm totally wrong and i just have a huge booger hanging out my nose every Wednesday night, or maybe my arse is hanging out my jeans. Will have to double check these things before i leave for tonight's lesson :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for someone with not much to say this is for sure a long post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-113028310684438836?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/113028310684438836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=113028310684438836&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/113028310684438836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/113028310684438836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/10/exciting-life.html' title='Exciting Life'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112978368179198308</id><published>2005-10-20T13:51:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:18:01.820+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Expensive Being a Woman</title><content type='html'>I just ventured down to the local chemist to pick up a couple of needed items that i've almost run out of. I spent $50 on 4 items, face cleanser, moisturiser and 2 lipsticks one for work and work for going out at night time. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;$50~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My god why are these things so expensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a woman uses just on her face:&lt;br /&gt;Cleanser&lt;br /&gt;Moisturiser&lt;br /&gt;Toner&lt;br /&gt;Exfoiliater&lt;br /&gt;Foundation&lt;br /&gt;Eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;Eyeshadow&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick&lt;br /&gt;Blusher&lt;br /&gt;Mascara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be well over $100 worth of goodies (depending on the brand they use) just for a womans face and it's not including miracle creams that make you look 20 again and all the wonderful body stuff, hair stuff and other girlie stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish i could go back to being a school kid where we didn't worry about or need any of this crap on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow i don't know where i'm going with this post i just thought i'd let you all know how i feel!!&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/7043833-112978368179198308?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112978368179198308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112978368179198308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112978368179198308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112978368179198308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/10/expensive-being-woman.html' title='Expensive Being a Woman'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112970310055400962</id><published>2005-10-19T15:52:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-19T15:55:00.560+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>Just becuase the Chocolate eclair lollies were on special for $2 doesn't mean you should buy a packet to keep at work for a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will eat them within the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112970310055400962?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112970310055400962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112970310055400962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112970310055400962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112970310055400962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/10/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112959907115814067</id><published>2005-10-18T10:46:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:01:11.166+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>I’ve been trying to do some thinking about “serious adult stuff” lately.  In the past 2 weeks and even prior to this, the bfriend has brought up having kids together.  Now in the past when he’s mentioned this I’ve just let his thoughts slip by without giving a response.  But he asked me if we could have kids soon?!?!?!  I bolted out the door and haven't been back yet. No just joking, but really I didn’t reply but the fact that he’s been mentioning this more and more often means he’s  seriously wanting this to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a bind though, I really don’t know if I’m ready to have children yet, can someone please tell me!!!  I just feel I may be too young to have kids , I’ve just started dancing and I’m loving that, I’m paying off my debts slowly but surely and I really do enjoy my job.  I can do waht i want when i want and not have to consider a cute little human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are a lifetime commitment and as cute and adorable as they are, they are a lot of work and from what I’ve heard a lot of money!  I know it sounds like I’m considering buying a pet of some sort and there’s not much emotion involved but that’s the way I have to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I WANT children, going over to Sydney and seeing our baby niece founded that for me but am I really and truly ready for children – will I ever be ready for children.  I want to be able to give my kids everything they need and deserve in their life and I’m not 100% sure if I can do that at this point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it comes to our relationship – my idea has always been to be married before I have children, but the bfriend has already been married and divorced once and want’s to have kids before he gets married again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just really don’t know what I want  - I guess my answer may be in here  - if I don’t think I’m ready I’m not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112959907115814067?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112959907115814067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112959907115814067&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112959907115814067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112959907115814067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/10/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112915740657388577</id><published>2005-10-13T08:11:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-13T08:39:14.723+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Laughter and Dancing</title><content type='html'>Hey all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching a program the other night called Braniacs a relativley new show in Australia. they were doing an experiment to see if it was possible to wet yourself laughing! Now the 2 subjects they had were both guys, they pretty much fed the guys a 2 litre bottle water each then tied them to their chairs and tickled them in various ways. First let me say the bfriend and i were almost crying with laughter, it is contagious. All that was on the screen were these two blokes laughing and i can tell you we haven't sat there and laughed that hard in ages but it felt good except for the tears trickling down my face .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow they decided that is wasn't possible to wet yourself laughing. I must disagree. I don't know what men are like but i do know quite a few women who have at one time or another wet themselves laughing. I myself have laughed that hard and made my bladder burst open! shhh don't tell anyone though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i dont' think their experiment was very well thought out becuase it is possible to wet yourself laughing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm still doing the stripper ahhem rock n roll classes every week and i Lurrve it so.  I've been out dancing each weekend at least once for the past couple of weeks and then i do my class on Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say i'm having so much fun dancing but the only problem is i don't have a dance partner, which makes it hard to practise.  Even when we went out on Saturday night i had to ask a total stranger to dance - it took me about an hour to get the confidence to ask but i did!! Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's class was a bore to begin with, my normal "partner" (the guy i steal off his wife for an hour each week) wasn't there so me and the other two girls pretty much sat there most of the night till the lessons were over with.  Then i had a dance with a guy who doesn't have much rhythm, he threw me around the floor for a while then i sat down and the lovley dance instructor came up and asked me for a dance!  So i danced with him on my own for a bit then we got another of my friends up and had a, wait for it, a Threesome on the dance floor.  It's pretty cool what these guys can do.  there's one guy and two girls and the guy dances with both of us spinning us at the same time and doing all sorts of fancy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another old guy there around about 65 years old i'd say and he's a fantabulous dancer, we had a threesome with him too, and he was a total hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow in a few weeks i'm going to a rock n roll dance where there's guaranteed 900 people, the instructor came up to me last night and says "you should be coming to this dance with me, are you going too?"  So i replied when, where, how much but i don't have a partner"  And he says i can dance with him on the proviso that i practise after lessons with him on Wednesday night's so i can improve.  This may sound a little cocky on his behalf but it's not trust me - he's won gold medals for his dancing so i feel very lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for today folks Happy Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112915740657388577?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112915740657388577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112915740657388577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112915740657388577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112915740657388577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/10/laughter-and-dancing.html' title='Laughter and Dancing'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112863991301979724</id><published>2005-10-07T08:35:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-07T08:35:13.090+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Aussie BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/50064066/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/50064066_36c38ca59b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/50064066/"&gt;Aussie BBQ&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok i did it, i took a photo of our BBQ.  So for my dear JG &amp; Maggs this is what our BBQ looks like so the eggs don't fall through to the coal -lol - there is no coal it's a gas BBQ with a grill and a hot plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your BBQ's look like? I'm wondering if they look like our Webber's. (that has coals and a grill type thing that we cook roasts in)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112863991301979724?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112863991301979724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112863991301979724&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112863991301979724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112863991301979724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/10/aussie-bbq.html' title='Aussie BBQ'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112840557564210559</id><published>2005-10-04T15:17:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-04T15:29:35.650+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a long weekend!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful weekend!  Friday night i went dancing with a couple of people from my class on Wednesday night's and didn't get home till about 1am.  It was a blast and didn't cost me a cent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great fun dancing for numerous reasons but i enjoy it even more because i don't spend any money when i go out.  For some reason - probably becuase it gets so hot - i can't drink beer in between dances, and i can't drink softdrink either, so it's water for me all night.  This is a wonderful thing i can drive myself home and not wake up with a hangover in the morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we spent all day in the garden - i got the great job of weeding the backyard and that only took me 5 hours - and to top that off i got a little sunkissed too :-(   Saturday night i went out with a friend for a couple of quiet drinks - she was feeling a little lonley but after a good chat a few drinks she was fine and dandy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the biggest day of all!  here in Adelaide we had the SANFL grandfinal's.  it's a tradition that a groupl of about 10 of us all go together and spend the day down there.  My team was in the game but sadly they lost.  it was a great game till half time though! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left the footy stadium at about 7.30 and all went back to our place to keep having some fun.  so us girls pulled the Karaoke machine out and sang our little hearts out! (Pity for the neighbours though)  and the boys sat around talking.  I'd had enough by about 1 am and shipped myself off to bed whereas the others stayed up till 4am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning i woke up to a freind in the spareroom and 3 friends in our loungeroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you what my kitchen was disgusting!  beer can's, bottles, glasses and left over munchies covered my benches.  so i set to work on cleaning up then i cooked everyone bacon and eggs on the BBQ while the bfriend did the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Monday off didn't turn out too relaxing at all i spent the rest of the day cleaning my house from top to bottom and washing everything i could put my hands on cause it was a beautiful day for washing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how i've really got to get back to work if i want to go home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;so take care of yourselves and make sure you have a look at my veggie patch pictures below!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112840557564210559?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112840557564210559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112840557564210559&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112840557564210559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112840557564210559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-what-long-weekend.html' title='Oh what a long weekend!'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112840469515561880</id><published>2005-10-04T15:14:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-04T15:14:55.160+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Veg patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/48886406/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/48886406_82942fd7d7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/48886406/"&gt;veg patch 3&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As per the below post the second pic of my beloved veggie patch!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112840469515561880?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112840469515561880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112840469515561880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112840469515561880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112840469515561880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/10/veg-patch.html' title='Veg patch'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112840463752420752</id><published>2005-10-04T15:13:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-04T15:17:18.620+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Veg patch 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/48886405/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/48886405_a2c2aa0700_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/48886405/"&gt;Veg patch 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok you all remember my veggie patch from a few months ago pictures &lt;a href="http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/veggie-patch.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is my veggie patch now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good eating in here.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112840463752420752?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112840463752420752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112840463752420752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112840463752420752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112840463752420752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/10/veg-patch-1.html' title='Veg patch 1'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112769648421776053</id><published>2005-09-26T10:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-26T10:31:24.223+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The View</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/46601972/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/46601972_2d475a4bbd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/46601972/"&gt;The View&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And Finally this is what had our morning coffee looking at each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was superb.  WE got to Mannum at about 5pm on Friday night unloaded the car and jumped on board the houseboat.  With $1000 worth of alcohol and cupboards overflowing with food - it was looking to be a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 12 berth houseboat and had 2 levels. downstairs was all the bedrooms, bathrooms, toilets, kitchen, dining/lounge room, a big screen Tv, dishwasher, washing machine and dryer.  While upstairs had a 6 person spa and outdoor setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was a HUGE night there was lots of drinking eating fishing and at about 1am 4 of us got into the spa with drinks in hand and didn't get to bed till about 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we were up and at em at 7 am and we had a roster to follow so i was on duty to make bacon, eggs and tomatos for breakfast - so i started up the BBQ and cooked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of Saturday I spent fishing (and feeling sorry for myself with a pounding headache)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moored the boat along the river so we could watch the AFL Grand Final - and as most Aussies would know sydney Swans won - so there were alot of Happy people on our boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a few margaritas and i went back to fishing -determined to catch another fish.  But Alas all the fish were doing was stealing the bait off my hook.  I swear they were all under the boat pointing and laughing at me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was an early one for me - i managed 1 beer and was in bed by 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday i awoke to the rain steadily coming down.  I was once again on breakfast duty and made pancakes for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to the fishing - so there was me beanie, coat and doona with a hand line still determined to catch another little fishy -but it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled the lines in and started heading back to Mannum about 1pm and it took us alot longer to get back than we thought it would - but that was ok i went upstairs and had a spa all on my own in the rain looking out over the river - the views are just magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my spa then a shower i went back into the lounge and it was an awesome Sunday - cruising along the river, rain trickling down the windows, music cranked up and beer in hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great weekend and i hope we can all do it again in the future.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112769648421776053?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112769648421776053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112769648421776053&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112769648421776053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112769648421776053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/09/view.html' title='The View'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112769479643425251</id><published>2005-09-26T10:03:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-26T10:03:16.440+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Murray Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/46592313/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/46592313_4fbeab6113_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/46592313/"&gt;Murray Princess&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the Murray princess - Aparently you can have a weekend or week long cruise on this ship up and down the Murray River - it's a huge boat and amazing to watch while it's passing you.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112769479643425251?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112769479643425251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112769479643425251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112769479643425251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112769479643425251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/09/murray-princess.html' title='Murray Princess'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112769467582762787</id><published>2005-09-26T10:01:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-26T10:01:15.833+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Mr Percible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/46592311/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/46592311_c0a8b8fdc1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/46592311/"&gt;Mr Percible&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This Pelican was very friendly or should i say hungry! He swam over for a visit.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112769467582762787?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112769467582762787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112769467582762787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112769467582762787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112769467582762787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/09/mr-percible.html' title='Mr Percible'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112769460690921564</id><published>2005-09-26T10:00:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-26T10:00:06.913+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/46592310/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/46592310_10ebd910cf_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/46592310/"&gt;Lazy Sunday&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was our last day on the houseboat heading back to Mannum slowly and just chilling out inside with a cold beer, some music and lots of food.  What could be better?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112769460690921564?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112769460690921564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112769460690921564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112769460690921564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112769460690921564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/09/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112769436238790999</id><published>2005-09-26T09:56:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:56:02.393+09:30</updated><title type='text'>My fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/46592309/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/46592309_72c1874551_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/46592309/"&gt;My fish&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wooo Whoooo this was my catch of the day - the first fish of the trip caught and the biggest and it was all me!!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112769436238790999?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112769436238790999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112769436238790999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112769436238790999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112769436238790999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-fish.html' title='My fish'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112769423218922593</id><published>2005-09-26T09:53:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:53:52.250+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Room with a View</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/46592308/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/46592308_d6dda7c565_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/46592308/"&gt;Room with a View&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was our bedroom on the houseboat, it's a little dark but the view was to die for!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112769423218922593?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112769423218922593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112769423218922593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112769423218922593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112769423218922593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/09/room-with-view.html' title='Room with a View'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112727445352181821</id><published>2005-09-21T14:26:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-22T07:52:03.486+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Going Away</title><content type='html'>Once again it's been ages since i posted, it's not becuase i don't want to, it's because i have been so bloody busy at work and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last weekend was our 4 year anniversary so we went out for dinner to a Morroccan place on Unley Road - I tell you i've never eaten this type of food before but i'll be going back for more i can tell you that much - highly reccomended. After dinner the bfriend kindly agreed to come to the "pub" place where there was a band playing so i could have a dance with some people from my Rock 'n Roll class on Wednesday nights. I was sincerley shocked that he agreed to even escort me there, i was expecting a NO. So Saturday night was a success, 4 whole years together - pheww. we've been through our ups and downs but today we're still together and still working together to have a good relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is going overseas tomorrow for a month. So i'm having to do all my end of month work by tonight. Also here in Australia we have the BAS Statement to do, so i need to get everything in order for all that too. Not to mention trying to get his bluetooth program working so he can use his mobile phone as a modem, this has been an adventure in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he is leaving tomorrow so the pressure will be off a little bit then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we are going away to Mannum on Friday for the weekend with friends. We're staying on a houseboat for the weekend with 10 other people. This should be &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt;. Really i am a pessimist, always looking on the bad side, but i'm sure i'll enjoy myself once i get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have got the bfriends parents staying at our house for the weekend to take care of all the animals in our little Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night i finished work late had a doctors appointment at 5pm finished there at 6pm then went food shopping. Got home at about 7 unpacked all the groceries cleaned the fridge out of all things growing, then cooked dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night i finished work same time as normal 4.30 went home and it started, clean sheets on beds - only got half way through this one, our bed has clean sheets, bathroom cleaned , toilet cleaned , sofa covers washed, dirty sheets washed, water bottles filled, bedroom cleaned, dishes done, veggie patch weeded. the bfriend got home at 7pm and i decided that was enough for one night. (That'll teach me to not do housework on the weekend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight i have my dance class / girls night out, but i still have so much to do. I need to clean out my pussy cat's house, vaccum the house, do my washing make the spare bed and write the in laws lists and instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i still need to go shopping for insect repellant, sunscreen and of course a BOTTLE OF SCOTCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we're only going away for a weekend but it's been so busy trying to get things organised. I know the reason for all the housework - I don't like people coming over if my house has any dodgey spots of cleanliness let alone staying for a weekend. Plus i know what my MIL would do - she'd clean the house for me if i let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'd better hop back to it if i want to leave this place before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my best to post a little more often than i have been or none of you will come back to read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112727445352181821?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112727445352181821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112727445352181821&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112727445352181821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112727445352181821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/09/going-away.html' title='Going Away'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112667482146423710</id><published>2005-09-14T14:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-14T14:43:41.470+09:30</updated><title type='text'>If i can't see you.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/42948333/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/42948333_cbabfb34f4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/42948333/"&gt;Jeddie eyes closed&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this photo of Jeddie, it's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's thinking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i can't see you, you can't see me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think she's thinking?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112667482146423710?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112667482146423710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112667482146423710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112667482146423710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112667482146423710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-i-cant-see-you.html' title='If i can&apos;t see you.....'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112667465569221999</id><published>2005-09-14T14:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-14T14:40:55.750+09:30</updated><title type='text'>A couple of Stickers </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/42948335/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/42948335_4147f0a5db_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/42948335/"&gt;A couple of Stickers 2&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok well this post is more for Ms Crayonz over at baby lauren.  this is my sticker collection.  don't be fooled there are more there than you realise, there are books of stickers, piles of stickers, sheets of stickers, and just singular stickers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i am nuts, i don't actually do anything with these stickers except put them in a container and look at them occasionally.  It's a pity i didn't have this fascination with stickers when i was in school!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112667465569221999?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112667465569221999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112667465569221999&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112667465569221999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112667465569221999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/09/couple-of-stickers.html' title='A couple of Stickers '/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112604795101981099</id><published>2005-09-07T08:11:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-07T08:35:51.026+09:30</updated><title type='text'>..............</title><content type='html'>Once again it's been a while since i posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is so flat out, we've had no accounting software on my computer so i haven't done anything in the computer since 30 June, i've done everything manually.  We bought an upgrade of our accounting package 2 weeks ago, so last tuesday our "computer guy" came to install it.  he was here 14 minutes and pressed the next button a few times and we were charged $55 for the honor.  The software package wasn't registered yet (that's another part of the story) and he'd shown me the difficult way of doing this, press the help button and then the register this software button - ohhhhhh hard stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me being me, i thought i'd better just go through the actions even though i didn't have the regitration number yet.  So i pressed the buttons and the program came up with an error and shutdown.   I'd had this error before on the previous program and had fixed it myself with no trouble so i went in thought i'd fixed it.  I was wrong.  This error kept coming up.  So i called the software's help desk and spent about an hour fixing the damn program with help from the tech on the other end.  Not happy - apart from paying a few hundred dollars for this program we've paid our idiot "computer guy" to install it incorrectly so i could spend over an hour fixing his errors.  I've now made the statement to my boss that we will never be using this guy again, he's useless and causes more problems than he fixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the registation number you have to fax though or apply online for a registration number.  When this guy installed the program it gave us an option to register online, i said to him oh just do that one, but nooooooooo he wanted me to handwrite the registration forms and fax them thorough.  So i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning i was expecting an email with the number but it wasn't there so i called the company.  She informs me they never received my fax (even though my transmission records show they did)!!!  So i refaxed it to her while i had her on the phone she tells me i would have the registration number by 11am that day.  To cut a long story short that day and the next day i spent chasing this stupid girl and she promised me numerous times that i'd have the registration number.  It didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday came and i'd had enough my boss was pissy cause we didn't have any reports or access to any of our files.  So at 8.50am i made my frist phone call to the "client services manager".  By 12pm i had left 5 messages for him to call me back urgently.  Nothing!  So at 3.30 i called this stupid chick back again and asked what the bloody hell was going on.  She tells me this guy had called her and said that he was busy with other clients and would call me as soon as he was free.  That's all well and good but doesn't help me, when no one bothers to call and tell me that!!!  So of course i had a really good go at her pretty much telling her this was ridiculous - and a few more things.  I wasn't mean and nasty just hmm what's the word - confident? hmm no , can't think of the word but you get the drift.  The manager finally called me back at 4.20 apologised profusley and explained the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you what that's all we needed some communication to know what's going on.  It wasn't that hard in the end, really.  Anyhow we got the rego number first thing monday morning and our accountant has been away for the past 2 days so he couldn't load all our files - today's the day people!!!!  I don't think i'll be scratching myself for the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have over 2 months worth of customer, supplier invoices payements and bank recon's to do as well as get end of month things done before my boss goes overseas in 3 weeks.  Pheww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that I've been busy at home too.  I'm making a concerted effort to get out of the house and do things.  Last week i went to a rock'n roll dance class with a couple of friends and we're going again tonight.  I've been to the pub for dinner a few times, the footy club to catch up with old friends i haven't seen in ages and spent some time with my paretns and grandparents.  We went up to the country for fathers day and i put on my new Billy Joel CD and we had a good ole sing along on the way up there.  It was a good drive and a beautiful BBQ lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i've got people to do things to see, so i'll let you go, that's if youv'e read this far into my post i think i only would've made it through the first paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112604795101981099?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112604795101981099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112604795101981099&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112604795101981099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112604795101981099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='..............'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112547125877439332</id><published>2005-08-31T16:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:22:58.393+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Age</title><content type='html'>One of my last posts Just a thought... Maggs made a comment and asked where my mind is at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to that question is what i'm trying to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little lost right now, like i'm searching for something but i'm not quite sure what it is. I've started reading the ever so helpful "help yourself" books to give me a helping hand.(Can i say the word Help anymore times in one sentence) The thing that gets me with most of these books is they tell you what you already know but don't live by. So why do we live the way we do when we know the answers to make ourselves a little happier?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow onto the title of this post Age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to confide in someone about some of my feelings and thoughts, one being "What exactly have i achieved in my life so far?" their answer "your &lt;em&gt;only 27, &lt;/em&gt;you've got years ahead of you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now this particular phrase really peeves me to the greatest extent. Your only so many years old, well yes that's very true i'm 27, i'm not Only 27, I &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; 27, and pointing this out to me does very little to help. In fact it feels quite demeaning, like my life so far has meant nothing. The only thing it achieves is that i want to rip your head off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this phrase has always made me angry, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your only...  &lt;/strong&gt;(young, 27, etc)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; be these particular things to someone else, but I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; these things to myself so unless you want me to slap you down right where your standing, i'd think about the next thing thats going to come out of your mouth or you'll &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; be lying flat on your back bleeding from the mouth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112547125877439332?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112547125877439332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112547125877439332&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112547125877439332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112547125877439332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/age.html' title='Age'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112529560908926672</id><published>2005-08-29T15:18:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-29T15:36:49.096+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Well i'm back - kinda</title><content type='html'>Hello blog land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i had a great time in sydney for the 5 days i was there, met some interesting and lovley people - and it sucks to be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with we flew over on the Friday morning - it was an ok flight - a little turbulent so they didn't serve food or drinks for ages, then once they served it - i'd eaten 2 quarters of my sandwich and they were coming back to collect the rubbish?!  So i chocked that down and kept hold of my half full diet coke can on landing.  My BIL and MIL lost the car in the airport carpark so we spend 15 minutes wandering around - we finally located it on the floor below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I t took us about an hour to get to SIL's place and i was glad to get there. We arrived to find they'd made a special place for me to stay. They'd made up a sign with my name and stuck it on the dog kennel. ha ha ha hilarious! well it was funny and honestly the dog kennel would've been big enough for me to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow the weekend was pretty much spent spending time with the in laws and with the new bubby, we managed to get out of the house for lunch on the Saturday to one of the local pubs for a burger.  I can tell you this was the biggest and bestest hamburger i've ever had.  It was probably about 9-10 cm's high and i couldn't get it in my mouth. It had cheese, lettuce, bacon, tomato, chicken breast, mayo, and a hash brown!  Hmmm lovley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went shopping for food.  I'd dobbed myself in to cook dinner for the 5 of us - it was to be a roast beef. But my BIL's mother called and pretty much invited themselves over for dinner, so now there was 7 of us.  We went shopping and picked up all we needed, plus i bought a chocolate cheesecake for dessert......  We got home and i started to perpare dinner, the phone rings again.  BIL's parents are bringing 2 of their grandchildren, WTF?!?!? Ok so now i'm cooking for 9 people.  So MIL and i sent the others back to the supermarket for more supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you dinner was almost a disaster.  MIL helped me estimate the veggies we'd need.  So i peeled chopped and organised.  Popped them all into the oven at the right time, or so i thought.  I put the pumpkin in way too early and it ended up being shrivelled burnt little globs on the oven tray.  Everything else was good except there wasn't a lot of veggies.. Thank god for cheesecake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this though the BIL's Mum walked in just as we were turning the Veggies and before saying anything else says "would you like me to go home and get the McCain frozen roast veggies"?  Mil and i looked at each other like what the hell is she going on about?!, so MIL politley turned around and says no thanks this will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little devastated, i'd spent half the afternoon preparing this damn meal and that's all she could say!  It turned out that every one SAID they enjoed their meal - i did so that's the most important thing- and then we all had cheesecake, Krispy Kreme donuts and Strawberrys for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sunday my parents in law headed home and my BIL kindly took me into the city of Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that'll be my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112529560908926672?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112529560908926672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112529560908926672&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112529560908926672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112529560908926672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-im-back-kinda.html' title='Well i&apos;m back - kinda'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112519305091483499</id><published>2005-08-28T11:06:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-28T11:07:30.920+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought....</title><content type='html'>Wandering thru the days&lt;br /&gt;So much life to live&lt;br /&gt;So much to do&lt;br /&gt;But no direction&lt;br /&gt;Strolling aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;Like a lost tourist&lt;br /&gt;Questions float in my mind&lt;br /&gt;No answers apparent&lt;br /&gt;Aware of life&lt;br /&gt;Passing me by&lt;br /&gt;Desperate to catch it&lt;br /&gt;But unsure how&lt;br /&gt;Someone give me the answers&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where to go&lt;br /&gt;Direct me thru life&lt;br /&gt;Show me where&lt;br /&gt;My passions lie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 August 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112519305091483499?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112519305091483499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112519305091483499&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112519305091483499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112519305091483499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought....'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112486165779225999</id><published>2005-08-24T15:04:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:04:17.796+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Nappy Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/36730483/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos31.flickr.com/36730483_1d3e5c50df_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/36730483/"&gt;Changing Nappy&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok here's my first nappy change since my other niece was a baby - almost 14 years ago!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112486165779225999?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112486165779225999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112486165779225999&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112486165779225999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112486165779225999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/nappy-change.html' title='Nappy Change'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112486158108469477</id><published>2005-08-24T15:03:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:03:01.090+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Harbour Bridge- Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/36730481/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos26.flickr.com/36730481_2bf7606edb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/36730481/"&gt;Harbour Bridge- Sydney&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What more can i say it's the bridge!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112486158108469477?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112486158108469477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112486158108469477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112486158108469477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112486158108469477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/harbour-bridge-sydney.html' title='Harbour Bridge- Sydney'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112486105538150900</id><published>2005-08-24T14:54:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-24T14:54:15.443+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Opera House- Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/36730480/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos33.flickr.com/36730480_7c3b26e569_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/36730480/"&gt;Opera House- Sydney&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well I'm back from Sydney, tired and waiting for 4.30. I don't have much time to write at the moment but i'm uploading some pics for you all to see.&lt;br /&gt;The rest are to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be in the office tomorrow or Friday i'll try to get online at home and update you but our home computer is a little crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It;s nice to be home.....&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112486105538150900?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112486105538150900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112486105538150900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112486105538150900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112486105538150900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/opera-house-sydney.html' title='Opera House- Sydney'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112433308073483142</id><published>2005-08-18T11:59:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-18T12:14:40.746+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage</title><content type='html'>Well it's been another quiet week for me.  I mean i've been flat out at work trying to get everything done before i leave for Sydney tomorrow and i think i'm almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home has been busy too with washing cleaning packing, unpacking, repacking and wondering what it is i will forget to take with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone explain why i've packed enough clothes for two weeks when i'm only going to be there for 5 days?  I've got nice clothes, work clothes, crappy clothes, summer clothes, winter clothes and my case is chock a block full.  I'm still to pack my toiletries my shoes and work jacket. Pheww  Anyhow i think i'll take my toiletries on the plane with me along with my camera and reading material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we have to drive and meet up with my father in law half way between his place and our place about an hours drive each way i think, so then i can drive his car with him in it back to our place.  he's a country bloke and doesn't like to drive in the city - i don't blame him - not only that he's more than likley to get lost on the way!  we were going to have pork chops and veggies for dinner tonight but i think we'll end up going to the fish and chip shop instead as we found out that FIL doesn't finish work till 6pm then he needs to go home, shower, pack the rest of his things and drive for an hour, so it will be too late to get home and cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i've been having the strangest of dreams the past few months, they are so real i find myself waking up numerous times thoughout the night once the dream has finished. Last night i remember having 3 different dreams and waking after each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the subject of my dreams vary quite a bit. In one dream a week or so ago i travelled to India with an old friend of mine and ended up panicking because it was Sunday and i didn't have any time off work so i had to get back to the office. within this dream i remember there was sand, a beach and funny looking birds that i was trying to take pictures of.  As well as wandering around the streets of India with my friend feeling totally lost i found myself locked in a sauna type of place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it some of what i remember comes back to work i dream of doing things with different people and i remember feeling panicked and scared becuase either i'm going to be late for work or i am late for work and i haven't called my boss to let him know.  In reality i enjoy my job and can't place how this all fits in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other dreams have been weird where work hasn't featured at all, a couple of adult dreams with weird and interesting twists with person who appeared was someone who's on TV.  Hmmm any way i'll work it all out at some stage i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well take care of yourselves and i will be back in a week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend and think of me in Sydney !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112433308073483142?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112433308073483142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112433308073483142&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112433308073483142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112433308073483142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon Voyage'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112380801335649241</id><published>2005-08-12T10:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-12T10:23:33.363+09:30</updated><title type='text'>All Settled</title><content type='html'>Well it's all settled. I'm going to Sydney next Friday. My beautiful generous in-laws are paying for my flight there and my boss is paying for my flight home and accomodation on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh it's going to be exciting for me.  We are leaving on Friday 19 August but the boss has offered for me to have a couple of days off either before i leave or when i get back - not sure which way to go there. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll spend Friday through Sunday with the family and the new baby girl, then on sunday night on of my contractors will take me out for dinner and drop me at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday through Wednesday i will be meeting clients and suppliers and getting factory tours, so on and so forth. Not as exciting as touring a chocolate factory but it's exciting for me to see what happens after i do my job.  At the moment i only really have half the picture of what goes on.  I've been dealing with these people for 5 years now and i've never met one of them, it will be nice to finally meet them all and know who i'm talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main concern i think is staying with my sister in law for the weekend. I don't want to be a hassle. I mean she's only just had Taylah and would have been home only a week, so i'm a little worried it may be too much for them to have a new baby and a house full of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sent them a gift the day after she was born, i was going to send flowers but thought better of it. Flowers will die in a week so i sent her a "&lt;a href="http://www.bubcakes.com.au"&gt;bubcake&lt;/a&gt;" it was cute and i thought it'd be useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any whoo must get back to work if i want to have some time off next week. And if i get a chance while i'm over there i'll take some pictures of the Sydney Opera house and Bridge and the touristy stuff so my blogging friends overseas can feel like you were there with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112380801335649241?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112380801335649241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112380801335649241&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112380801335649241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112380801335649241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-settled.html' title='All Settled'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112365162186589777</id><published>2005-08-10T14:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-10T14:57:01.866+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Seagull </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/31861475/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/31861475_3fca0465b4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/31861475/"&gt;Seagull Flying&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Take another picture and i'll poop on your head"&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112365162186589777?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112365162186589777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112365162186589777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112365162186589777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112365162186589777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/seagull.html' title='Seagull '/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112365155916871786</id><published>2005-08-10T14:55:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-10T14:55:59.206+09:30</updated><title type='text'>2nd for Ms Crayonz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/31861477/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/31861477_43388af8a0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/31861477/"&gt;Glenelg&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a foggy and distant picture of Glenelg here in Adelaide aka "The Bay" it had just started to rain when i took this photo.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112365155916871786?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112365155916871786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112365155916871786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112365155916871786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112365155916871786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/2nd-for-ms-crayonz.html' title='2nd for Ms Crayonz'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112355923689410788</id><published>2005-08-09T13:12:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-09T14:45:41.080+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm An Aunty!!!!! - again</title><content type='html'>At 12.50am this morning my sister in law had a baby girl!! woo hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Taylah Anne. yippee i'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/TaylahAnne2.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112355923689410788?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112355923689410788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112355923689410788&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112355923689410788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112355923689410788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-aunty-again.html' title='I&apos;m An Aunty!!!!! - again'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112354279982095182</id><published>2005-08-09T08:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-09T08:43:19.866+09:30</updated><title type='text'>West Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/31861476/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/31861476_64f4ccdf54_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/31861476/"&gt;West Beach&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well this one is for Ms Crayonz.  I went down to the beach on sunday. Really it wasn't the best day to go becuase it had started raining and was grey and miserable.  But this is a beach called West beach about 10 minutes drive away from home.  I'll post a couple other photos for you too.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112354279982095182?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112354279982095182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112354279982095182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112354279982095182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112354279982095182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/west-beach.html' title='West Beach'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112322277671304474</id><published>2005-08-05T15:42:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-05T16:00:23.446+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Different Doctor</title><content type='html'>Well this morning i went and saw and Iridologist. I'd never heard of one before yesterday, but a girl that works next door went to see him about her health issues and was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway i spent about an hour and a half talking to him about the health and girlie problems i've been having and he was really easy to talk to. After telling him about my problems and history he looked at my iris (in my eye) and could tell quite a bit about what has been going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have herbal drops to take each day.  Let's say i'm feeling a little more optimistic by seeing this guy.  My normal doctor gave me 2 options surgery or pills.  As you can understand neither of these options really sounded great and i'm starting to think i've been paying for my doctors mortgage and holidays for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed this little herbal remedy will work and if it does i'm going to start singing this guy's praises.  I think they call it Western herbal medicine.  Now i'm not saying pills are wrong they are just wrong for me at this point.  If i can find a herbal alternative i'll be alot happier than i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't taste the best i put like 50 drops 3 times a day into water and scull it down, the hardest thing is trying not to gag as it's going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the weekend's here and i'm looking forward to a nice realxing one with some quality me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a great weekend and hopefully i'll have some more happy snaps for you next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112322277671304474?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112322277671304474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112322277671304474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112322277671304474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112322277671304474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/different-doctor.html' title='Different Doctor'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112313731493169158</id><published>2005-08-04T15:56:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-04T16:05:14.936+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;He wasn't a close friend nor a friend I'd spoken to much in the past 12 months, but still he was a friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember he took me out a few times, helped me fix my computer and in general was a wonderful guy with always a wise word.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After his divorce he had finally found happiness with a nice lady therefore our friendship didn't last, these sorts of things happen in life, he was still a mate we just hadn't had the need to talk in months.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry i wasn't at your funeral if i'd known i would've been there. I hope your at peace and i'm sorry you had to leave before all your dreams were fulfilled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112313731493169158?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112313731493169158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112313731493169158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112313731493169158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112313731493169158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112304643372600600</id><published>2005-08-03T14:37:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-03T15:19:52.620+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Quiet</title><content type='html'>Well i've been a quiet little blogger of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly it's because i haven't been feeling the best for the past couple of weeks, well it's been longer than that, a few months actually but the past week has been the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing major but it's been very tiring and it's been all i can do to get through the day at work. Ah well that's life i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking quite a few pictures with my new camera but most of them are of the cats and dogs, i'm going to try and get out of the house this weekend and take some nature shots of Australia for you guys overseas - and one of the beach for Ms Crayonz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the boss is saying when i go to Sydney to see the new baby he's going to pay for some accomodation for a few extra days so i can meet some of my suppliers and customers. I've been in this job for 4 1/2 years now and haven't even met the guy in our other office! it will really nice to FINALLY meet people i deal with on a daily basis. He's also going to organise a tour of a few of the factorys where our products are used. This will give me a better understanding of exactly how things are done on their end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm excited even if your not! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bfriend is away again so it's very quiet and lonley at home, but then again it is peaceful. I made baked beans on toast for dinner last night - yummy I hate cooking just for myself so i always end up eating things that are easy to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow things to do bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112304643372600600?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112304643372600600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112304643372600600&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112304643372600600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112304643372600600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/08/quiet.html' title='Quiet'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112259731176166422</id><published>2005-07-29T10:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:05:11.816+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Laughing Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/29334638/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/29334638_ca8353647b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4sanity/29334638/"&gt;Jeddie115&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/4sanity/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok so i just had to share with you my picture of our laughing puppy ! Isn't she so adorable!  To be honest i caught her mid sneeze and the picture turned out like this!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112259731176166422?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112259731176166422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112259731176166422&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112259731176166422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112259731176166422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/laughing-dog.html' title='The Laughing Dog'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112235863339484119</id><published>2005-07-26T15:21:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-26T16:09:27.693+09:30</updated><title type='text'>APOLOGISE YOU IDIOT</title><content type='html'>Well if you would all like to read the intelligent comment from anonoymous in my previous post "Nice day for a duck" No wait i'll put it on this page... It's too good to miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"At &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/nice-day-for-duck.html#c112234716514480426"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;12:36 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, Anonymous said…&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a completely boring and inane life you lead. Glad you are documenting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it though where the whole world can see. You never know do you?Oh and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;only bit of excitement was about how scared your boyfriend got of a few intruders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good to see he was cowering under the bed with you instead of protecting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;his loved ones and property. No wonder crime is on the rise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see they really had something quite interesting to contibute to my blog! Wondering if i should publish the IP address on here? or is that illegal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for starters can you really be anonoymous on the internet? Well NO you can't be. Now I'm not the most computer savy person in the world but guess what , i know your IP address and do you know what that means??????? Oh that's right you idiot you don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lol i have managed to track you through this wonderful thing we call the internet and so far i know where you work, what state your in, and I'm quite confident i know your name and gender. And really I'm quite tempted to make and &lt;strong&gt;anonoymous&lt;/strong&gt; phone call to your employer and let them know what you actually do at work. Hmpff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Rant........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you don't like my blog or my life - I don't really care, i write for me , that's why it's called 4 Sanity's Sake, it's not called "i write a blog just so i can entertain hundreds of people i don't know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My life may seem &lt;em&gt;"Boring and Inane"&lt;/em&gt; to some people but Hell it's alot better than having to bash people's blogs for fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I expect that if you anon. commenter had intruders in your back yard you'd be out there straight away ?! Well if you answered yes your even more of an idiot than i first thought. Quite frankly i'd rather my boyfriend be by my side than try to be a hero and put himself and me in more danger . thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I highly doubt it's my bfriends fault crime is on the rise the more you write the more idiotic you sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The other thing i don't understand is how you say my life is so boring yet you managed to read an entire web page of my writing? Interesting, I don't know about the rest of you nice bloggers out there but if i happen to stumble across a blog that doesn't interest me or even bores me I push the next blog button, with out leaving nasty comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sure i'll think of more to rant about later but seriously GET A LIFE, I blog because i want to and not for idiots like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112235863339484119?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112235863339484119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112235863339484119&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112235863339484119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112235863339484119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/apologise-you-idiot.html' title='APOLOGISE YOU IDIOT'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112234614101255441</id><published>2005-07-26T11:54:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:19:01.050+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Nice day for a Duck!</title><content type='html'>Well it's cold and wet here in Adelaide again today, but we need the rain so i won't complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fairly good weekend.  Friday night was the usual drinks at the pub.  i got home and my mum called me to ask if i were free on saturday night.  She had her work social club function and my Dad had decided not to go at the last minute - so i got to be her date! ( I never day no to a free 3 course dinner and drinks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday i helped a girlfriend for an hour or so to move some stuff into her new house then went shopping to see if i could find something to wear.  I found 2 really nice dresses but at over $100 each i wasn't too keen and anyway they didn't look right when i tried them on.  So i ended up with a little black number that's been in my cupboard for a couple of years.  I must admit getting all dressed up and looking beautiful felt really good!! I haven't been out to a place that requires a couple of hours getting ready time in AGES......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was ok, my favourite part was the chocolate cake! I tell you what it was so nice i have never tasted anything quite a scrumptous, with the chocolate icing, cream, strawberry and toffe bits!!!! oh oh oh oh oh yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday i had the in laws down for my birthday.  I got another &lt;a href="http://www.jamieoliver.com"&gt;Jamie Oliver&lt;/a&gt; cookbook, some long pink ugg boots, perfume and a mortar and pestle. Spoilt I tell's ya!  We went out for lunch played the pokies and went home.  The bfriends mum is a nurse so she works really odd hours and they had to leave early as she needed a sleep before starting work at 11pm.  Over lunch we were discussing the sister in law, her baby is due on the 8th August and Mum is flying over to Sydney today so she can be there for the birth and it was planned that Dad will fly over after bubs is born.  Now my father in law is a 60 year old Australian country bloke who has been a shearer for ever and a day. He HATES to fly and has never flown alone before.  So as we were talking about him going to Sydney he asks if i want to go with him?!  I was like hmm i'll have to get a couple of days off work, but yeah that'll be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently in my head i was figuring out bills i had to pay, the savings i have and how much would be left after i forked out a few hundred dollars to fly to sydney for 3 days, and Mum says "that's a great idea, so we'll pay for your trip over" I was kind of taken aback - umm err you don't have to do that!  but being mum in law she insisted they are going to pay for my trip!! Woo Hoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A free trip to Sydney to see my brand new kind of niece or nephew !!!! So now it's a waiting game to see when bubs is going to come and say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a nice weekend of food, drink and a free trip to Sydney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been informed that tonight the bfriends boss is over from Sydney and is going to take both of us out for dinner ! Well i'll be..... I've never had someone else's boss take me out for dinner before so that should be nice . Now to decide what to wear - do i dress to impress in my good pants and top or do i go casually in nice jeans and a nice  jacket?! hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably change clothes 10 times before i decide anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll i'm so busy at work still but the boss is away this week and once i find my desk i'll put my feet up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112234614101255441?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112234614101255441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112234614101255441&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112234614101255441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112234614101255441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/nice-day-for-duck.html' title='Nice day for a Duck!'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112225199902466599</id><published>2005-07-25T10:08:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-25T10:14:47.210+09:30</updated><title type='text'>A Quiz for you</title><content type='html'>Inspired by &lt;a href="http://babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms Crayonz&lt;/a&gt; I have made a quiz for all of my avid readers - all 4 of you ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the test and see what you really know about my life over the past few months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a Quiz for you! &lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=050724203704-234137"&gt;Take my Quiz&lt;/a&gt; and then check out the &lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/scoreboard.php?quizname=050724203704-234137"&gt;scoreboard&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on i know you want to!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112225199902466599?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112225199902466599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112225199902466599&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112225199902466599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112225199902466599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/quiz-for-you.html' title='A Quiz for you'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112199029852558832</id><published>2005-07-22T09:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:28:18.530+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Veggie Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54368384@N00/27660180/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/27660180_6c4ed562ed_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54368384@N00/27660180/"&gt;Veggie Patch&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/54368384@N00/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My veggie patch.  I started with seeds now we have seedlings. i'll keep you updated with pictures! I love my veggie patch. he he he&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112199029852558832?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112199029852558832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112199029852558832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112199029852558832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112199029852558832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/veggie-patch.html' title='Veggie Patch'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112199020160744873</id><published>2005-07-22T09:26:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:26:41.676+09:30</updated><title type='text'>My Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54368384@N00/27660179/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/27660179_6049e2cbc4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54368384@N00/27660179/"&gt;Flower Pots&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/54368384@N00/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My flower pots the daffodils started groing through my other plants from last years bulbs - i can't wait for them to flower!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112199020160744873?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112199020160744873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112199020160744873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112199020160744873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112199020160744873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-garden.html' title='My Garden'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112191176338949128</id><published>2005-07-21T11:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-21T11:39:23.396+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Some People</title><content type='html'>Ok i have two annoyances to list today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1.  people who honk their horns at me becuase i am following the law and letting 2 child pedestrians cross the road before i turn the corner.  Open your eyes lady i had my indicator on - next time you beep your horn at me I'll get out the car and come explain the road rules to you. hmpf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2.  People who don't do their job as they are supposed to do and instructed to do and cost our company a few hundred dollars becuase they CAN'T READ emails or LKISTEN to instructions properly.  Now i have to redo all my export shipping paperwork again, change the refill dates with our filler, arrange the transport MYSELF, even though your company gets paid to do it, advise my customer over the other side of the world that their shipment will be late AGAIN and explain it all to my boss while trying to keep the veins from popping out of my neck becuase i have just spent the last 2 weeks telling you exactly what to do so we didn't miss the ship and following you up every other day. &lt;br /&gt;Lady you have proven to me you don't know how to think! After trying to arrange the transport at the last minute then calling back 10 minutes later to tell me we wont' make it, then calling back again to tell me the next ship arrived there in September, when i had the schedules in front of me and there's one that arrived 4 days later than my original ship.  Man oh man find another job where you don't have to use your brain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So phew i feel better getting all that off my chest! Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when someone's peeved you off either at work or on the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112191176338949128?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112191176338949128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112191176338949128&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112191176338949128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112191176338949128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-people.html' title='Some People'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112190400474324474</id><published>2005-07-21T09:30:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-21T09:30:04.806+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54368384@N00/27258721/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/27258721_e95bcc2b0a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54368384@N00/27258721/"&gt;Ring&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/54368384@N00/"&gt;4Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the birthday present from the bfriend. If you can see it amongst the keyboard. I couldn't get any closer to take a picture it went fuzzy if i did!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112190400474324474?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112190400474324474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112190400474324474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112190400474324474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112190400474324474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/ring.html' title='Ring'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112172853190384395</id><published>2005-07-19T08:41:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-19T09:43:40.356+09:30</updated><title type='text'>27 Years Old</title><content type='html'>I didn't get a chance to post yesterday so today i will give you the goss onmy birthday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday night i went down the pub and caught up with a couple of friends for a few birthday drinks and shared a Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning i got up early and started pottering around the house waiting for my Mum to call me. She finally called about 10.30am and we decided to go shopping for an hour to buy the neccessities for Saturday nights dinner and also she wanted to buy me my birthday gift - a dressing gown. I wanted a warm and kind of fuzzy dressing gown - we searched through big w. kmart, target, DJ's, myers and they only had one type of dressing gown the cloth type - not what i wanted. So we finally went to best and Less and found the gown - phew it took us over an hour to find ameasly dressing gown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping i got home at about 3pm and realised i only had 3 hours in which to clean the house top to bottom prepare our main meal, make dessert and cut up some munchies. The bfriend informed me earlier in the day that he was going to work for the day and would be home about 5.30pm! So as usual it was solely up to me to organise everything for Saturday night, i was slightly peeved as he knew we had my parents coming over. Anyway i ran around like a blue arsed fly for 3 hours. He got home at 5.30 cracked open a beer, kept eating what i was cutting up and stood in the lounge room watching the Footy on TV occasionally asking if i needed a hand. i said yes clean your crap off the dining room table so we don't have to have a carpet picnic in the lounge room. I finished everything i needed to do and the table was still covered in crap so i informed him since he hadn't done anything i was now going to clean off the table and throw everything on the spare bed - they knocked him into action - he cleaned off the table so i was able to set it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was nice and the company was good too except the boys were more interested int he football on TV than conversation - oh well. After dinner we had all eaten too much to have dessert so we all went down the pub and played the pokies for a while - i lost my money but my Mum won $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday which was my birthday, i was a little dissapointed in the bfriends effort, or should i say lack of effort. We woke up about 10am showered and dressed then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; made bacon and eggs for breakfast. The bfriend gave me 2 beautiful gift's the first was a Jamie Oliver cookbook and the second was a diamond ring (no, not an engagement ring) the ring was a little big and the jewlers was open on Sunday so i said i'd prefer we go and swap it or get it sized that day, as i was a little paranoid that if i wore the ring it would fall off and losing a $500 birthday gift ain't a good idea! So we went to the shopping center and swapped the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wandered around the shops for and hour or so and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bought him a couple of jackets that were on sale and I bought myself a couple also. That was that we headed for the car and i said to him so are you hungry do you want to go somewhere for a bite of lunch (that had been the plan since the previous week, we were going out for lunch on my birthday) he had mentioned he wasn't feeling the best after the Saturday night out, he didn't drink that much to be feeling sick, but anyway he wasn't hungry and just wanted to go home. So i reluctantly agreed but said we were going for a Pasta dinner. That didn't happen either - at 6pm he got out the takeway/delivery pamphlets and said so what do you want for dinner? So we had crappy takeaway that get this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;paid for........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did kind of point out that it would've been nice if he'd made and actual effort to make me feel special on my birthday but for some reason he just doesn't understand why i feel let down. I mean i love the gifts they are beautiful and i am thankful - but just because you spend an obscene amount of money on my birthday gifts doesn't mean I feel special - if he'd only spent $10 on a birthday gift and had taken me out and treated me like a princess for a day i would've been alot happier. Meh! Oh well just another issue i have to deal with and accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i've bought myself a proper digital camera! &lt;a href="http://www.canon.com.au/products/cameras/digital_compact_cameras/powershota510.html"&gt;Look here to see it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be receiving it this week whoo hoo! I can't wait, so from now on there should be more photos in my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks for listeneing and come again soon!@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112172853190384395?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112172853190384395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112172853190384395&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112172853190384395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112172853190384395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/27-years-old.html' title='27 Years Old'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112138230177371433</id><published>2005-07-15T08:13:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-15T08:35:01.780+09:30</updated><title type='text'>My last post @ 26</title><content type='html'>Well this will be my last post as a 26 year old, next time i will be 27.  Scary !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been once again a busy one, Monday night i went straight home from work to help the bfriend put more locks on all the doors and windows.  I feel a little better now but we'll see how i go tonight when i get home and he's not there.  Friday is our night "apart" so we both do our own thing.  I usually head to the pub either straight from work or pick up my girlfriend then i get home around 11pm a little earlier than he does.  So i'm alone for a few hours.  It'll be alright but i think i'll keep the cricket bat next to me just in case :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night we had visitors from interstate.  One of the bfriends old mates and his wife are in the process of moving from Sydney to Perth - since they have family in adelaide they stopped over and were nice enough to give us a call.  So I rushed home straight from work and got stuck in to the housework.  The house wasn't messy or dirty but i get very particular when we have guests and like it to be sparkling.  Not to mention the sheets on the spare bed had to be changed and the room just needed a general clean and tidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they arrived around 7pm and we had a good night chatting and catching up.  His wife is from China and is very hard to understand at the beginning, her english isn't that great but i eventually found it easier to understand her and we had a good old chin wag.  She is one of the sweetest girls !  She giggles alot and is also kind of touchy feeley when talking which is sweet, i'm not used to people THAT nice! lol   They left for Perth the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend..... Saturday night i have my parents coming down and i'm cooking dinner.  Entree, main and dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entree = not sure if i'll do prawn cocktails (not that i eat prawns but everyone else does) or little volivants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main = Will be the chicken in a bag that i made a couple of weeks ago, this time i'm going to roast potatoes, carrots and pumpkin and also make a cauliflower and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert = Will be an apple pie kind of thing , Mum called it an Apple Charlotte, it's the apple mixture on the bottom and a kind of cake mix thing on top - it's very yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum called Wednesday night to see if i minded if they brought Little J as my brother has a40th birthday to attend.  not being mean to LJ but my Dad is a grumpy old fart to begin with and deosnt' talk very much at the best of times and if LJ came down he just wouldn't talk!  So it'd be alittle bit tense there.  Also she wouldn't eat what i'm cooking and i'm not prepared to make a seperate dinner just for her and the last thing is that she wouldn't be involved int he conversation she'd just want to sit and watch TV or play the playstation the whole night and to be quite honest to me the TV, no talking from my dad, making a seperate dinner for her and not being able to go down to the pub after dinner if we want to doesn't equal a happy birthday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be a moo cow but LJ was stayed at my parents last weekend and i think the weekend before that (or was it the one before that even?) she stayed at my place for the weekend.  So i'm kind of thinking that my brother should be either taking her with him to the party or he doesn't go.  Am i allowed to be selfish on my birthday and want to have a good time with my parents without distractions?????  I feel a little guilty but hey it's my party and i'll be selfish if i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho - Sunday is my actual birthday (And Magg's birthday too HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAGGS) so the bfriend has said he'll take me out for lunch, not sure where too bt at least he's thought about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then next weekend the in laws will be coming down for lunch for my birthday, his mum is a nurse so she works very odd hours and they couldn't make it this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway have a great weekend all and next time i post i'll be a year older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112138230177371433?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112138230177371433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112138230177371433&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112138230177371433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112138230177371433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-last-post-26.html' title='My last post @ 26'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112103844372203384</id><published>2005-07-11T08:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:27:45.223+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Balls of Burglars</title><content type='html'>Last night was an interesting one, a scary one and an eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.45am this morning the bfriend woke me up in a panicked voice and says "whats the number for police?" So i asked why and he tells me there are 2 men in our back yard! "so i tell him to call 000. It's an emergency"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bfriend was woken up by our little black dog Jedda, she barked a couple of times (not the greatest guard dog we know now for a fact), and he heard a noise. So he got up and went to the kitchen window which faces our back yard and there they were the bastards (excuse language) 2 men in OUR backyard with flashlights having a good old look around. The noise he heard was them jumping the fence into our yard. They then walked into my veggie patch, which i had spent about 4 hours working in yesterday, and jumped the fence into our neighbours yard. Their sensor light went on and the men went running like idiots to find an escape route, they ran down the neighbours driveway only to discover a locked gate they couldn't jump, so they ran back and jumped the fence which is on the side street next to the neighbours house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police arrived while bfriend and i were out the front (we had to let the other dog out she's a proper guard dog and wouldn't run like a chicken) we told em what happened and they had a look around, all they saw were some footprints in the dirt where they'd jumped the fence. But the assured us they would have a look around the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well do you think i could go back to sleep????? Nope i lay awake for the next few hours listeneing to the sounds or the night. An hour later we heard another noise and we are both convinced it was the same people opening a roller door down the road from us, but with no idea if it was or wasn't we couldnt' call the police again. But really there's not many people opening their roller doors at 4 in the morning si there. Well not in our street anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a shower this morning we had a look around our backyard. thankfully they didn't squash my newly planted seedings in my veggie patch - but there were a few footprints in the mud proving their exsistance. Further in our search we found they had unlocked the gate to the side of the house, so it looks like they were looking for a way to get out but after working out the rollerdoor would cause too much noise they opted for the side fence. Our poor little Jedda dog is shit scared, she wouldn't come out of her kennel this morning not for me or the bfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today bfriend is going shopping for more locks to put on our back door and ALL our windows -considering he goes away for work i'm a little nervous. But hey i can't live in fear for ever. I'm going to skip the gym tonight and go straight home so i can do a little door knocking down our street to let all the neighbours know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and get this when the cops turned up they knocked on our neighbours door to let them know there had been someone in their back yard and my freaky neighbour says "Oh these things happen, Is ther anything i can do to help?" THESE THINGS HAPPEN!!!! This guy is seriously a couple of beers short of a 6 pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway time to put my head on my desk and get some sleep. G'night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112103844372203384?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112103844372203384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112103844372203384&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112103844372203384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112103844372203384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/balls-of-burglars.html' title='The Balls of Burglars'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112071384939338376</id><published>2005-07-07T14:41:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T14:54:09.396+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Ello Ello</title><content type='html'>Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happeneing in my neck of the woods this week.  I haven't had time to scratch myself, still doing end of month/year stuff - i dream about numbers whilst sleeping!  Seriously though i have been so flat out and just when i finish a report the boss needs another to be done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is someone up in our roof drilling something and i'm getting an awesome headache, it feels like he's right on top of my office and only drilling to peeve me off.  I should really go and ask what he's doing up there but meh can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family want to know what i'm planning for my birthday this year.  Usually i have 3 or 4 different birthday gatherings over 2 or 3 weeks.  I have a get together at the pub with bfriend's friends usually on the Friday night and have a few drinks, play the pokies and have dinner.  Then my parents usually take me and bfriend out for dinner, also it's my aunty's birthday on the same day as mine so we have a whole family gathering (with my female cousin whom i can't stand, and for good reason) then we have the bfriend's parents down for a day too.  Pheww i'm exhausted just thinking about it!  This year i kinda just want to run and hide away from everyone - maybe that's just cause i'm tired and fed up with the world today, but in my previous experiences birthday's haven't been something to get excited about since i was a kid, well the 18th and 21st birthday's were exciting ones, but since then nothing, it's just another day.  Where did all that excitment go? Someone tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well enough of my depressive rambilings for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my crabby shell i bid thee goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112071384939338376?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112071384939338376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112071384939338376&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112071384939338376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112071384939338376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/ello-ello.html' title='Ello Ello'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112045104238610898</id><published>2005-07-04T13:38:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-04T14:04:50.876+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Pictures</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone it's Monday only 4 more days till the weekend! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a drive yesterday once again up in to the Adelaide Hills, this time we went a different way and stopped a couple of times, but the bfriend wasn't in such a good mood yesterday so it was a little dissapointing. anyway i took a couple of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is on the freeway going toward the Adelaide Hills this was taken at 12pm check out the fog, it was a pretty cool feeling driving through this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/Fog.jpg" width="393" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stopped at some crappy markets but i did buy a Jamie Oliver cook book for $15! i love Jamie Oliver Recipes and cooking and have one other of his cookbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we stopped at a lookout that look's over the "Kangaroo Creek Reservior" well i think that's what it was called anyway. It was amazing to see how big and deep this place is. It was right into the hills and so peaceful out there all i could hear were the birds chattering away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/reseviour.jpg" width="569" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way home i checked out my new cook book and we decided that "we'd" make chicken in a bag for dinner. It was so quick, easy, healthy and impressive that i felt like a 5 star hotel chef. Tee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is our Puppy who wasn't too happy with me when i wouldn't feed her any of the chicken breast. She went and sulked on the spare bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/Jeddie.jpg" width="434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's still a busy week for me, yet today i haven't done much at all - I have a Monday brain today which means it ain't working properly yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week in our office complex there were 4 different break in's, one place they cut the phone and electricity wires then smashed the window and stole computers and a safe that was bolted to the floor, and the other places they crawled through the roof and did over 3 places on the same night. We were lucky this time but i noticed this morning that our doorbell dingger is missing from our front door and there are a few marks on the door where ti looks as if the thieves treid to jimmy the door open with a crowbar or something. We were broken into here twice within the first 6 months of moving in. So i can feel the frustration of the other office owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE BREAK IN THEIVES ! And for those of you thieves who stumble across my little blog - get a day job and start having some respect for the people who work so hard for the things they have in their lives. It feels better to have earnt something than to have stolen it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112045104238610898?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112045104238610898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112045104238610898&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112045104238610898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112045104238610898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/weekend-pictures.html' title='Weekend Pictures'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112019464950569791</id><published>2005-07-01T14:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-01T14:40:49.510+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The joys of Taxation</title><content type='html'>Well to be honest there is only one joy about tax time and that's if you are lucky enough to receive a tax return! I am one of those lucky people.  I don't get much back but it's enough to pay for half my car registration.  I'm so swamped at work with all this end of year tax time kerfuffle, i've worked late a few nights this week, but i'm hoping tonight won't be another late one becuase i plan on a stop at the pub on the way home for a couple of beers! Bring on 4.30!!!!!  When i work i'm usually past up to date heading in the way to organised category but this week's been different i've had work falling from the sky and the boss hasn't been able to see me under the paperwork, but i've cleared a little from my desk now especially so i can tell my blog readers all about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway i forgot to bring my lunch from home today so i went out and bought lunch, i left the office and it was only spitting ever so slightly so i decided to leave my umbrella in the car, got there no probs , only slightly damp, ordered my ever so healthy lunch chips and gravy (Fridays are forget about my health day) and wandered back outside, 30 seconds after i left the shop it Pissed down, so i'm now cold, wet and waiting for 4.30 to come around so i can snuggle up with an icy cold beer at the pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a quick post once again but have a great weekend everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY TAXATION SEASON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112019464950569791?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112019464950569791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112019464950569791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112019464950569791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112019464950569791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/07/joys-of-taxation.html' title='The joys of Taxation'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-112008513595645138</id><published>2005-06-30T08:04:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-30T08:52:57.596+09:30</updated><title type='text'>End of the Year</title><content type='html'>Well it's the end of financial year today. Phewww so i have been flat out here at work getting all the accounting done - but i'm no where near finished just yet. I think i still have quite a few hours of work left. But what this also means is it's a mere 17 days till the best day of the year - my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ususal the in-laws are wanting a birthday list ?! I hate writing what i want for my birthday becuase i can never think of much last year i got desperate and asked for a barbie doll! lol So far i have 3 items on my list 2 Cd's and a pair of Ugg boots - i want pink ones! anyone have any ideas on what i should want for my birthday?! I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still winter here in south oz but the sun has been shining this week, it's not been warm at all but the sky just hasn't been grey. I can't wait till Saturday morning when i can stay in my snuggly warm bed for as long as i like.  This morning my bed threatened to hold me hostage.   At the moment my alarm goes off and i'm so warm and toasty in bed i hit the snooze button 2 or 3 times before braving the cold morning air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister in laws baby is due in just over amonth now too - ohh so exciting! I did buy her a couple of gifts for a baby shower present - not what any of you suggested though! :-) I got her a hooded baby towel and washing mitten set, 2 bodysuit thingys and a pair of red socks! Oh so cute. I never realised how expensive baby clothes and accessories are !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well i can hear my accounts calling my name and taunting me - i should go put them all through the shredder - that'll learn em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-112008513595645138?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/112008513595645138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=112008513595645138&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112008513595645138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/112008513595645138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/end-of-year.html' title='End of the Year'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111992743025781753</id><published>2005-06-28T12:20:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-28T12:44:35.290+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Scent of Childhood Memory</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms Crayonz&lt;/a&gt; over at Baby Lauren i've been tagged to drag up some ol' childhood memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules to this meme game:&lt;br /&gt;Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place;&lt;br /&gt;add your blog's name in the #5 spot;&lt;br /&gt;link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross pollination effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Marti &lt;a href="http://marti2212.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://marti2212.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ivy Tied Up &lt;a href="http://www.ivytiedup.com"&gt;http://www.ivytiedup.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Redhead Mommy &lt;a href="http://redheadmommy.blogspot.com"&gt;http://redheadmommy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Baby Lauren &lt;a href="http://babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com"&gt;http://babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 4 Sanity's Sake &lt;a href="http://4sanity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://4sanity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: select new friends to add to the pollen count. (No one is obligated to participate - i know JG probably won't but I don't have many blog friends to list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.1. A Little Crazy &lt;a href="http://alittlecrazy17.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://alittlecrazy17.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Inane Asylum &lt;a href="http://aphertiser.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://aphertiser.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shouting at the Void &lt;a href="http://www.thegrish.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.thegrish.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Simply Beautiful &lt;a href="http://simplybeautiful.tblog.com/"&gt;http://simplybeautiful.tblog.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isabellamia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What 5 Things do you miss about your childhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On Wintery Sunday nights after our Sunday roast dinner Mum would put me in the bath and wash my hair then wrap me in my Bunny towel (a towel with a hood and bunny ears) and then she would dry my hair in front of the pot belly stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I miss spending my summer holidays swimming in the neighbours pools all day every day and playing with my friends in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I miss walking down to the shops with my friends to buy 20 cents of mixed lollies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I miss playing Tennis every Saturday morning then Mum taking me to Hungry Jacks afterwards - just her and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I miss being small enough to curl up on my Mum's lap when i wanted a cuddle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111992743025781753?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111992743025781753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111992743025781753&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111992743025781753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111992743025781753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/scent-of-childhood-memory.html' title='The Scent of Childhood Memory'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111983560893693446</id><published>2005-06-27T10:48:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:25:13.743+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well this weekend we spent with Little J from 3pm Saturday afternoon. It was her first week of freedom after a 2 week grounding period so she went to her mother's house for a few hours then wanted to stay with us. She's not allowed to stay with her mother overnight becuase her Mum lets her run wild and free meaning she's out walking the streets at all hours of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow i haven't seen her Mother for about 1 to 2 years now, i avoid it at all costs becuase in the past just the smell in her house has made me feel physically ill! - Not to mention the disgusting mess inside and out. You know the houses you drive past in the "bad" areas of town that have crap strewn all over their porches, the grass is overgrown and it looks, unloved, mistreated and abandoned?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i rock up there step over all the garbage on the front porch, mutter to myself something about the grossness of this place and knock on the door. LJ answers the door and i'm greeted by this waft of cigarette smoke, dope smoke and rubbish dump smell. I go inside to see her mother and am absolutley gobsmacked by her apperance! She is a completley different person to what i had known. For you Simpsons fans like me you know in one episode when Bart flashes forward to what he could be and he's an obese man laying on a bed and says in a dumb arsed voice " dah i wash myself with a rag on a stick" This is what her mother reminded me of! She's sitting on her bed in her nightie (at 3 in the afternoon) smoking a cigarette watching TV. She's obese with black teeth (from all the drugs) with sores and pimples all over her face, it was all i could do to hold back a retch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to her for a couple of minutes and tried to understand what she was saying, she can't even talk properly now, slurring her words, i got out of there ASAP. LJ jumped in the car with me and all i could smell was her mothers place- ewwwwwww so i made her spray herself with some emergency Impulse spray i had in my handbag. blewwwwwwwwww grosssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i spent the rest of the weekend with LJ we went shopping for the afternoon then stopped in to see my grandparents on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa is getting so much worse now he didn't remember who LJ was to begin with. Grandpa was in his recliner chari and said he wanted to wash his fingers so i took him a face towel, he wiped each finger and gave me back the face washer which iput back in the bathroom. Then he came into the kitchen and said he needed to wash his hands could i show him where to wash his hands!! So i took him to wash his hands - he needed me to turn the tap on and off for him and to show him where the towel was hanging so he could dry them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa is just getting so bad now we are looking at putting him into a home as the stress on Grandma is becoming unbearable.  ususally when i see grandpa i don't get upset, i kind of have a giggle at the cute things he does but this time was different.  This time it upset me as the things he does are no longer "cute" they are down right scary.  On Friday my Grandma had to lock him inside and stand in front of the door after she had to bribe him inside to get his walking frame because he wanted to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on Sunday i pruned the roses, helped clean the gutters, cleaned the house then dropped LJ home at 3.30.  I'm a little bit peeved at the bfriend because he kind of insisted that LJ come to stay with us for the weekend even though i had made it clear that i wanted to spend some time together doing fun stuff, (no not the horizontal limbo either) just get out of the damn house for a change. But that's a whole other story in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111983560893693446?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111983560893693446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111983560893693446&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111983560893693446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111983560893693446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111959077721796951</id><published>2005-06-24T14:50:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:56:17.223+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Where's the joy?</title><content type='html'>It's certainly not in my cosy warm office today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me maybe it's PMS, or maybe i'm just being a sook!  at 6 am this morning i was woken up by the bfriend saying "can you roll over your snoring in my ear" so what was my reaction do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a squeaky voice "well (sniff sniff) you don't have to be meeeannnn about it" and promptly burst into tears! There was no anger from my side of the bed just a big old whinge, now usually when i get woken up in the middle of the night, or morning as was the case, i get grumpy like a bear with a sore head. Not this morning, i lay there and cryed for half an hour while the boyfriend said "i didn't mean to upset you" and tryed to cuddle away my blues. IT DIDN"T WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel crappy, just no energy, can't be bothered with work and just want to go home back to bed. Hmmpff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been like this all day and have barley cracked a smile at my poor old boss.  It;s Friday and i only have an hour and 40 minutes left of work before the weekend and i'm not even excited or relieved!  Mind you maybe i'll pump up a bit when i get to the pub and have 3 or 4 beers and then 3 or 4 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in star signs and the characteristics that go along with them, and right now i just want to crawl back into my shell and hide from the horrible horrible world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things should be brighter tomorrow, so from my crab shell i bid ye goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111959077721796951?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111959077721796951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111959077721796951&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111959077721796951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111959077721796951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/wheres-joy.html' title='Where&apos;s the joy?'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111950112889176782</id><published>2005-06-23T14:01:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-23T14:02:51.010+09:30</updated><title type='text'>New shoes</title><content type='html'>Well on the weekend i bought a new pair of work shoes - just thought i'd share them with you all they cost me $29.95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; HEIGHT: 184px" height="427" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/Photo0046.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111950112889176782?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111950112889176782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111950112889176782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111950112889176782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111950112889176782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-shoes.html' title='New shoes'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111948655091684014</id><published>2005-06-23T09:42:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-23T09:59:10.926+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Big Fibs</title><content type='html'>Ok so Little J is living with her father now, and as we told him it wasn't going to be easy, in fact it was going to be more difficult than he realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little J has a habit of fibbing to get her own way - ALL THE TIME - for example, she hasn't been eating the meals my brother or his other half cook, so they tell her like most adults do children if you don't eat it you don't get anything else.  aparently Little J doesn't think this applys to herself.  She sneaks into the kitchen and stays in there for 15 or so minutes and when my brother comes in to see what shes doing he can smell the toast, feel the toaster is hot and notice the bread has less than there was earlier.  So he asks her what she's been doing and she tells him she's just made a cuppa tea (even thought shes not allowed cuppa teas after a certain time) so my brother asks her if she's made toast and she can jsut look at him and say no i haven't.  Even though it's plainly obvious that she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the major part of this story is that a couple of weeks ago Little J wanted to stay at her friend E's house for the night.  so my brother says sure just give me E's parents number and i'll give them a call to make sure everything is ok.  So L.J umm and ahhs and then comes out with well E's mum is shopping so she's not there.  So this goes on for a while my brother saying well if i can't talk to E's mum you can't stay there.  LJ is getting stressed at this stage, she goes away and makes a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes back to her father and says oh E's plans have changed she's now staying at her cousin T's (being a boy) place for the night and she can't stay there without me.  So my brother says well if i can talk to T's parents and make sure you'll be supervised that should be fine.  LJ comes back with well you can talk to his older brother he will be there supervising.  My brother isn't having any of this and says again wel if i can't talk to a parent your not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had a huge argument and LJ decided to go and sit outside on the Saturday night in the freezing cold for about 3 hours, so my brother had to go and check on her every 5 minutes becuase he can't be sure whe wont' do a runner. So after 3 hours of him telling her to come inside she still wouldn't budge so my brother dragged her inside by her shirt.  While this was happening LJ threw a glass at my brothers head that hard that it landed 4 meters behind him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after all that we found out that her friend E wasn't related to T whatso ever and they barley knew each other from school.  T is LJ's boyfriend and his parents were going away for the weekend so she wanted to stay there for the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's her escapades so far, what my brother is saying is that if LJ doens't straighten up quick smart she will be going into foster care.  My thougths are that he knew this was going to be difficult so he just needs to suck it up and deal with it until it does get better.  I mean how on earth is LJ going to improve on herself if every one always gives up on her?!  She needs him to stick it out in the good and bad times so she will finally know that she has someone to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she still wants to live with us but right now like i've told her she cant', she made her descion to live with my brother, even if it was a hasty descion, but she has to stick it through and deal with all that comes along with it.  Running away isn't an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for now on the LJ saga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111948655091684014?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111948655091684014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111948655091684014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111948655091684014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111948655091684014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/big-fibs.html' title='Big Fibs'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111940771670192602</id><published>2005-06-22T11:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-22T12:07:39.186+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Wooly Days</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I've been a bit quiet still on blogging, but hey that's life right?! I'm still here but have been a little busy at work and home. It's coming to 30 June the end of the financial year so we've alot to do before June comes to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow it's still very wet and windy here in little Adelaide i think the other day Medows (a country town) had about 40mm of rain in one day (correct me if i'm wrong) this is a very good thing as we haven't had very much rain here for quite some time. However Sydney is still sufffering from lack of rain and they need it badly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bfriend worked all weekend last weekend so it was once again up to me to do all the household chores - I changed the sheets and doona cover on our bed and the spare bed and when i was searching to find matching pillow cases for the clean doona covers, i've looked in the bfriends washing basket (i usually prefer to stay well away from there) and i found a set of sheets, doona cover and matching pillow cases. So i had 3 different sets of sheets and doona covers to wash on Saturday, it took me most of the day since it was raining heavily still i had to use the dryer, the clothes airer and the backs of our dining room chairs to dry it all. then on sunday i had my normal wasing to do and thought i'd be a nice girlfriend and do the bfriends socks and jocks. I swear he only washes these when he runs out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i should get back to work for now but will post again soon.  I have a few things to tell you about Little J and her fibbing ways, and Maggs i'm getting to the writing of my past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111940771670192602?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111940771670192602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111940771670192602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111940771670192602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111940771670192602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/wooly-days.html' title='Wooly Days'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111896922906972144</id><published>2005-06-17T10:03:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:17:09.083+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Little J</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's still wet and windy here in little ol Adelaide, so i don't think there's much planned for this weekend - so much for the Zoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a phone call last night from Little J, she was having an argument with her Dad and for some reason wanted to call me and talk to me.  I spent about an hour and a half on the phone to her in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's having a hard time adjusting to living with her father and i'm assuming her father is having a hard time adjusting to full time care of a 13 year old female, as we knew he would.  She sat on the phone telling me that she's unhappy and her and her father don't talk about anything.  Now her father is hopeless at communicating to anyone and Little J has a hard time expressing herself also.  They are both very similar when it comes to personality traits, they both get angry very quickly and have a hard time controlling it, they are both stubborn, and they both always think they are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our conversation last night Little J is finding things very different from where she was living previously.  Now she has to ask if she wants to stay at friends houses, and she has to tell her father where she is at all times.  little J thinks that this is becuase her father doesn't trust her so i explained that it's only becuase he cares about her welfare and safety and likes to know that she's safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow i'm proud of Little J,  She felt very angry and frustrated last night with her father but she didn't run away, she picked up the phone and called to talk it through with me and i think thats wonderful, hopefully she's learning that everything isn't as bad as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She expects things to come to her immediatley, like 100% happy homes right away but i've told her a little trick.  When she feels like she's getting angry and frustrated she should take a step back, take a big deep breath and think to herself "time, patience and hard work" take a few more breaths thinking these things and hopefully she'll feel calmer.  you see Little J's a fighter she won't just shut up and back away from an argument she'll stick up for herself, now in some circumstances this is great but in others not so good especially when she's arguing with her father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got a hard road ahead of her still but it was good to hear from her even though it was because she was upset.  Belive it or not she's actually enjoying school now !!  She's invited me to her school today to listen to her 15 minute speech in front of all her class mates and any family that she's invited (pretty much only myself and her father).  It's at 1.30 and about a half an hours drive away from work, so i would love to go but i'll have to see how far i get through my work here.  I don't want to let her down but work comes first unfortunatley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well have a nice weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111896922906972144?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111896922906972144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111896922906972144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111896922906972144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111896922906972144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/little-j.html' title='Little J'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111887779464026645</id><published>2005-06-16T08:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:53:30.603+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Specific</title><content type='html'>Well i'm still in a slump, even &lt;a href="http://babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com/"&gt;ieatcrayonz&lt;/a&gt; suggestion of writing about Australia hasn't helped. I think i need to have a specific idea in my head to write about, but unfortunatley right now i don't seem to have any, the old saying "the lights are on but nobody's home" rings a bell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sort of things could i write about Australia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know one thing is that the english language is so similar yet different between downunder and America we say Mum you say Mom, we call em biscuits you call them cookies, we call them chips you call them fries, we call it tuna you call it tuna fish. What other differences are there ? Because i know there heaps more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically writing about Australia has seemed difficult so far i wouldn't know what to say or where to start. Come on my devoted (4) readers ask me questions and i'll be happy to answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a laugh my SIL sent me and email yesterday and i got a laugh so i'll share it with you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results are out for the Ozwords comp where entrants were asked to take an Australian word, alter it by adding or subtracting or changing only one letter, and supply a new and definition (original words written in colour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Billabong-&lt;/span&gt;billabonk: to make passionate love beside a waterhole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bludger-&lt;/span&gt;bludgie: a partner who doesn't work but is kept as a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Digeredoo-&lt;/span&gt;dodgeridoo: a fake indigenous artefact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fair Dinkum-&lt;/span&gt;fair drinkum: good quality Aussie wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Platypus&lt;/span&gt; -flatypus: a cat which has been run over by a vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mateship-&lt;/span&gt;mateshit: all your flatmate's belongings lying strewn around the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Swagman&lt;/span&gt; shagman: an unemployed male roaming the Australian bushin search of sexual activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yabbie&lt;/span&gt; -yabble: the unintelligible language of Australian freshwater crustaceans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bushwalker&lt;/span&gt; -bushwanker: a pretentious drongo who reckons he's above average when it comes to handling himself in the scrub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Trackie Daks&lt;/span&gt; -crackie daks: 'hipster' tracksuit pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it for this moring maybe i'll write some more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111887779464026645?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111887779464026645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111887779464026645&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111887779464026645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111887779464026645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/specific.html' title='Specific'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111872703911589690</id><published>2005-06-14T14:52:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:14:51.896+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Adelaide Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 225px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/today.jpg" width="336" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/today2.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my feet are frozen and my brain is numb. what can i say i'm just not used to the cold weather yet. Above are a couple of pictures taken today when it stopped raining for a bit, they aren't the best but you can see that it's wet and grey outside. (this camera phone only takes decent shots up close and in the exact right lighting so forgive me) Right now outside my office window all i can see is the rain pouring down and the trees whipping about in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway did i tell you that i won a prize in an online competitiong run by coke? Well i did i won 5 hand picked Aussie CD's - here i was hoping to get some decent Aussie artists that i knew but nope i've got 5 unknown to me artists. So looks like i'm about to discover some more Australian talent. I shouldn't complain because it's over $100 worth of CD's - maybe i can give them to the bfriend for his birthday!!!! he he he kidding i'm not that cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the weekend was very restful, I did the housework on Saturday to prepare for the In-Laws visit on Sunday and i also made Samosas! they were the yummiest i've ever made, i had some leftover filling so guess what we're having for dinner???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Aussie CD for you in the back - Samosa's!  Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah the in-laws came down on Sunday for the day which was nice i spent most of my dat with MIL going shopping then playing the pokies as well as having lunch while the boys did some Handy man work in the kitchen - my taps no longer drip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday i got up early then sat on the couch, tee hee hee. I spent Monday in the lounge room playing the Simpsons hit and Run on the Playstation 2 and also The Sims.  I didn't venture very far from the couch yesterday and feel so good for it.  It was too cold to go anywhere (thats my excuse and i'm sticking to it) so i sat around with my Alpacca Beanie on in my jeans and a jumper made bacon and egg rolls for lunch and that was it! Luxury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well work to do so enjoy your day i hope it's not as cold, grey and wet as mine is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111872703911589690?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111872703911589690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111872703911589690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111872703911589690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111872703911589690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/adelaide-today.html' title='Adelaide Today'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111845761176966348</id><published>2005-06-11T11:59:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-11T12:10:11.776+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Salmon Patties</title><content type='html'>This one is for Robyn: Ithink this recipe is fairly healthy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tin of Red Salmon&lt;br /&gt;4-5 large potatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 can of peas (optional)&lt;br /&gt;dash of milk (optional)&lt;br /&gt;tiny bit of margarine (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs lightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;breadcrumbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly peel cut and boil the potatoes until cooked but dont over cook them. Once cooked mash the potatoes. Add the milk andbutter if u want it - but not too much cause u don't want the potato's to mushy or the patties will fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drain the salmon and take out any bones and yucky skin bits, then add this to the mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drain the peas and add these to the mash also, then mash all of it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the potatoe mixture cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix the eggs in a shallow bowl, and pour some breadcrumbs into another shallow bowl or plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you need to make the mixture into a ball (however big you want your patties)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dip it into the egg then into the breadcrumbs coever the pattiewith breadcrumbs then do your next pattie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cook them i use a fry pan with a dash of olive oil and cooked until breadcrumbs are browned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** You can make little salmon balls for finger foods too when u have company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111845761176966348?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111845761176966348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111845761176966348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111845761176966348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111845761176966348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/salmon-patties.html' title='Salmon Patties'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111829406240977690</id><published>2005-06-09T14:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-09T14:44:22.413+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Say Hello</title><content type='html'>If your just dropping by for a quick read please just say hello in the comments today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111829406240977690?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111829406240977690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111829406240977690&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111829406240977690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111829406240977690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/say-hello.html' title='Say Hello'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111818530682544435</id><published>2005-06-08T08:30:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-08T12:43:13.830+09:30</updated><title type='text'>An expression of Frustration</title><content type='html'>I need to write a quick letter to my boss - no offence intended but......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear nice boss man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like your family they are all very nice to me and i enjoy having the occasional chat with them when i have the time.  Today however was extremley frustrating and i'm lucky i didn't burst a blood vessel in my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind your wife coming into the office once a week to "work" it's nice to have a chat with her, a plesant change to talking to myself, but really lets be honest opening 6 or 7 letters then shoving things on my desk for me to file, or just shoving things into my files without telling me isn't really considered working!  She gets into the office around 11 am with her cute dog in tow, i've already been here for 3 and a half hours, then making a few personal phone calls talking loudly, tying up the phone lines then sending a few personal emails, once again, isn't considered working.  She then leaves at say around 12.30 maybe one o'clock if she has no other plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally this just irritates me a tiny bit because whatever she's doing i know she's going to ask for my help sooner or later.  Today however became immensley frustrating.  After bashing my hand on the metal pole this morning the last thing i needed was for someone to open my door to the extent that when i reached around to get something out of my drawer i banged my funny bone on the edge of the door - FUNNY BONES AIN'T FUNNY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after this no one bothered asking "are you ok"? when my cries of "ouch, ouch, ouch" were heard across the lands, instead saying "watch out for the furniture"  This may have been mildly humourous if it weren't so painful and i weren't so close to tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this happened i hear you say from the photocopier, that resets itsef after 5 minutesand that i'd used over half an hour ago, "oh no &lt;em&gt;insert name here &lt;/em&gt;you shouldn't have done that", so i look up from my bank reconcillations and say "what'd i do"? so you say "you left the setting on 100 copies" my response "i used it over half an hour ago and only did 30 copies so it wasn't me"!  then you say "oh i could've bumped it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's the wifes turn to chime in "oh it could've been me" now i had to bite my tounge but i felt like saying "damn really?"  WHERE'S MY APOLOGY??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's really sweet that your wife, daughter, granddaughter and yourself are going out for a bite of lunch but really do they think it's necessary to sit right outside my office and talk about baby things, charity things and a whole load of other crap WHILE I'M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE ON DOING YOUR FRICKIN ACCOUNTS??????  And honestly they don't talk quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i said i really do like your family they and yourself are a wonderful bunch of people who i respect but god dammit today drove me NUTTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In future please refrain from family gatherings outside my office door whilst i'm doing the accounts that must be 100% accurate or else i get my arse kicked by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**time now to exhale..............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111818530682544435?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111818530682544435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111818530682544435&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111818530682544435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111818530682544435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/expression-of-frustration.html' title='An expression of Frustration'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111810232750168810</id><published>2005-06-07T09:13:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:37:42.173+09:30</updated><title type='text'>One of those Days</title><content type='html'>Yesterday started out as a crap day having a disagreement with the bfriend first thing - it was over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the day looked up i was in a decent mood until about lunchtime. then the bss made a comment to me, it wasn't nasty or anything it just irritated me.&lt;br /&gt;So from then on my day just got worse. My mood worsened i couldn't concentrate on the accounts i was doing and had to re do a very simple calculation about a dozen times before i got it right. So i was feeling very frustrated, tired and un-motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going to the gym i stopped at the shops on the way home to pick up a few necessities then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and watered my garden, cleaned up and was about to start the dishes when the bfriend took over and did them for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i started making dinner. Tuna Mornay (Robyn not your favourite) it turned out OK i had bought different cheese than i usually do so it was edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo we WERE going to have chips with the mornay a perfect side dish!  So since i'd just cleaned the deep fryer out i had to put fresh oil stuff in there i filled it to the Max level and heated up the oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the chips in the fryer and can you guess what happened?!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boiling hot oil overflowed everywhere - so i'm in the kitchen saying "Oh shit oh shit oh shit" trying to avoid burning myself while pulling the chips out of the fryer and trying to unplug it too.  Then i just burst into tears saying "Oh i fu**ed this up like i do everything else" so he starts cleaning it up and getting in the way and i just snapped at the poor boy. just get out and let me do it, leave me alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we had tuna mornay and toast at about 8.30, it took me over an hour to clean all the fat up off the floor and the cupbords. The floors still a little slippery but hey i'll deal with that tonight on my hands and knees and scrub with HOT water and some chemical cleaners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was One of those days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111810232750168810?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111810232750168810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111810232750168810&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111810232750168810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111810232750168810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those Days'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111801486275375174</id><published>2005-06-06T08:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-08T12:44:32.546+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Fantabulous Sunday</title><content type='html'>Well i had a wonderful Sunday this weeked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off going for a drive up into the Adelaide Hills. We drove through &lt;a href="http://www.adhills.com.au/tourism/towns/hahndorf/"&gt;Hahndorf&lt;/a&gt; , It's a nice place but a little too touristy and busy, we stopped at the Berenberg jam factory and bought a few goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stopped at &lt;a href="http://www.alltry.com.au/yellowbrickroad/melbas.html"&gt;Melba's&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate Factory. Yummo! We walked around this place for about 30 minutes, there were so many chocolates and lollies i didn't know what to choose. The best thing is they had little samples of their products that you could try first. So after i'ld filled myself up on FREE chocolate i decided to at least buy one packet of Coconut Rough's. Considering i'd cosumed half their production for the day it was the least i could do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we kept driving and stopped at the &lt;a href="http://www.marketsatheart.com/entry.htm"&gt;Lobethal Markets&lt;/a&gt; if you click this link then click the second picture in you'll see a table with things you could taste before you buy. In real life it's alot bigger than what you can see there were about 100 odd different cooking oils, salad dressings, marinades, sauces etc that you could try before you buy. So of course we tried then we byed! (byed sounded better than bought) The bfriend also bought me a new beanie made out of Alpacca wool! Nice and warm. He also bought me a girls lucky dip, pmsl, i got a skipping rope out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was time to head home so we stopped on the way at &lt;a href="http://www.grumpys.com.au/"&gt;Grumpy's Brewhouse&lt;/a&gt; for a quick beer. They brew their own beer there and there was 6 differrent beers to choose from. I can't remember what i had but it was yummy! We contemplated staying for Pizza and Garlic bread becuase we'd smelt the beautiful aromas coming from the kitchen and seen the finished product but alas the day was drawing to a close and i still had washing to do. So we left Grumpy's with a promise that we'd return maybe next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a spectacular day and i really enjoyed spending time with the bfriend we had a great day together. We are talking about going to the &lt;a href="http://www.monartozp.com.au/dir24/ws.nsf/Publish/1122"&gt;Monarto Zoo&lt;/a&gt; next weekend then stopping at grumpy's for dinner on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;The Sauces, chocolates and lucky dip we invested in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 401px" height="640" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/Sauces2.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111801486275375174?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111801486275375174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111801486275375174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111801486275375174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111801486275375174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/fantabulous-sunday.html' title='Fantabulous Sunday'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111786738642244781</id><published>2005-06-04T16:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-04T16:13:06.426+09:30</updated><title type='text'>All Quiet on the life front</title><content type='html'>Ok well this will be a very short post as i honestly have nothing much to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It;s been a busy week at work so i'm glad today is Saturday - kind of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent today in the garden.  Firstly i mowed the lawns then did the edges with the shears as the whipper snipper is on a holiday, then i vacuumed all the paved areas with the outdoor vaccum.  Then i came inside and cleaned a little.  I still have washing to do though :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've checked my little seedlings and they are doing well most of them are about one centimeter tall now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i just got a kiss from the bfriend! Shucks!  &lt;br /&gt;He's going to the footy tonight with a mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you this would be a short and boring post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm going to catch up on some Blog reading, head down to Barnicle Bills for some healthy dinner and maybe after that watch a movie on Foxtel whiledrinking soe beer.&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/7043833-111786738642244781?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111786738642244781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111786738642244781&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111786738642244781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111786738642244781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/06/all-quiet-on-life-front.html' title='All Quiet on the life front'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111751956428266709</id><published>2005-05-31T15:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-31T15:36:04.286+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Help Needed</title><content type='html'>Ok all the Mums and Dads in blogger land i need some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do i buy my sister in law for her baby shower - useful items that she will need and use.  I don't know if it's a boy or girl but once the baby is born we can buy them another little gift.  This is her first baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i have no kids i have no idea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111751956428266709?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111751956428266709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111751956428266709&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111751956428266709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111751956428266709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/help-needed.html' title='Help Needed'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111749525218275541</id><published>2005-05-31T08:27:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-31T08:50:52.186+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh so Cold</title><content type='html'>Hello blogging friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In little old Adelaide it's been Oh so chilly! Yesterday morning i got in my car to find the windscreen had iced over!  now this isn't such a normal occurance where i live, we don't have snow here so i figure it shouldn't get so cold that my windscreen ices over.  The weather isn't so much bizarre but it feels like it's changed from sunny warm days and cold nights to partial sunny cold days and bloody freezing nights over night.  We haven't had much "in between" weather here in Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was very quiet , frustrating but quiet.  I went out for drinks with my girlfriend on Friday night which was as always a nice evening.  Saturday consisted of Housework, housework and umm cooking.  I made a Bombay Curry for dinner and that was so yummy!!! Probably the best beef curry i've ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was supposed to be a day where the bfriend and i DID something together you know spent some time together having fun enjoying each others company....&lt;br /&gt;He had a meeting Sunday morning and got home at 1.30pm so by then I'd had a phone call from my Mum and Dad telling me they had some chicken poo for my veggie garden.  So i said to bfriend we'll go up and get that then we'll go to the $2 shop and have a look at the dog beds they have there then maybe stop at the pub on the way home if we have time.  We went to my parents place hung around there for a while. We had put the chicken poo in the boot of the station wagon half an hour before we got in the car - BIG MISTAKE - getting back in the car stunk to high heaven (if high heaven smells like that i ain't going) so we had to drop the poo off at home first before we went anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what happened??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided that he didn't want to go anywhere else, so i got a bit shitty and went to the pub myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple fo weeks i've just been feeling a bit frustrated with everything and feel like i'm not getting much back from our relationship. Admittidley he's been working a hell of alot, weekends, after hours and going away on trips.  So i've had to pick up his housework duties.  Sometimes i just feel like screaming at him on Saturday he says oh i'm too tired to do anything today or tonight i just want a quiet night - fair enough i think, we'll spend some time together out of the house on Sunday. Not to be. I want to scream at him that even though he's been working alot of hours what the hell does he think i do?!@?!?!?  I start work at around 7.30 am give or take 15 minutes work till 4.30 go to the gym, go home, do dishes, pick up after dogs and cats, feed dogs and cats, tidy house then cook dinner , eat diner then clean up kitchen after dinner!!  Arrgghhhhh  All i want is to have a little fun on the weekend's and maybe spend some time together outside of the damn house. He doesn't tend to think about me until i do have a stress session.  I did tell him i was a bit dissapointed and pissed at him on Sunday but sometimes i feel like i'm, talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well it's not always like this i'll just keep on keeping on and make my opinions and needs heard and if he chooses not to listen then it's his loss - i shall just go on my merry way and do what i need to do on my own.  I'm used to it.  Lonleness is my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111749525218275541?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111749525218275541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111749525218275541&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111749525218275541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111749525218275541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-so-cold.html' title='Oh so Cold'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111716248918579613</id><published>2005-05-27T12:13:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-27T12:24:49.190+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Weekend only 4 hours &amp; 17 minutes away</title><content type='html'>Well the weekend has come around again - thank god i live for the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is back from Japan although he's in Sydney right now so he'll be back in the office on Monday.  Today i have done all i need to do and more so now i'm sitting on my butt staring at the computer screen wasting yet another afternoon.  I hate days like this cause i think i could be doing someting at home rather than sitting here doing bugger all.  On the bright side i am getting paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend doesn't look like it's going to be at all exciting - the normal stuff housework washing blah blah blah....  I have told the bfriend that i'd like to spend some time together this weekend though becuase i feel like i haven't spent any time with him in weeks.  He was working all last weekend and during the week isn't really "quality time", i get home i clean he gets home he stuffs around i cook dinner, he eats it, i usually clean up, he eats more then we watch some quality TV programming (sarcasm) and then i head off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else apart from that!  Oh i forgot i'm doing my fortnightly dinner with my girlfriend tonight so i'll pick her up about 6pm then go to the pub - i'm the driver tonight so i can't drink much only 2 or 3 light beers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeepers i've got the sneezes!!! achoooo - bless me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's so cold in Adelaide at the moment so apart from hopefully being taken out for lunch by my Mr Wonderful (more sarcasm in a nice way) i can't see me going to far.  My trackies and jumper are looking to be the most comfortable way to spend the weekend, especially if it's still rainy and cold.  I may even hire a few girly videos buy some popcorn and softdrink and make a home on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another craving for a beef curry! yum so if i can afford it i might spend some time in the kitchen - the meat alone will cost like $20 but there will be a fair bit leftover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well until next week kidlets take care and BE GOOD! Well try to be anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111716248918579613?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111716248918579613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111716248918579613&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111716248918579613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111716248918579613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/weekend-only-4-hours-17-minutes-away.html' title='Weekend only 4 hours &amp; 17 minutes away'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111707606476901882</id><published>2005-05-26T12:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-26T12:24:58.206+09:30</updated><title type='text'>For JG</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 128px" height="120" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/Peter.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111707606476901882?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111707606476901882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111707606476901882&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111707606476901882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111707606476901882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-jg.html' title='For JG'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111699712765238489</id><published>2005-05-25T14:18:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:48:20.880+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Not a good day.</title><content type='html'>I'm frustrated right now, come to think of it i've been frustrated at numerous different things all this week. Anyhow number one frustration right now is that i went down to the shops just to browse and saw a cute little Peter Bunny rabbit cross stitch that i thought i would do for my "sister in law" for when she has the baby. It was only $5 so i thought i may as well, it'd keep me busy at nights too instead of watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little excited at the prospect of doing this damn bunny so i've opened it here at work to find a blank canvas. totally blank there is a picture with the grids and so forth but on the thing your supposed to stitch on there is NOTHING! Now maybe i'm naieve thinking there should be the pattern on this damn thing, but anything else i've done like this previously there has been the pattern to follow ON THE CANVAS. I did get creative and pencilled the outline on the canvas then since it's so quiet here today i thought i'd start it. the little ring that goes on the outside to kind of frame it is too small for the picture then 5 stiches in and what happens?! the thread tangles and knots! huh!!!!! Just my luck. I can't un knot the thread. I don't know what i've done to deserve this today - oohh maybe doing cross stitch at work! he he he But hell i was trying to do something nice and creative for the sister in laws soon to be bub. I must be having a "down day" i just feel really flat and yucky on the inside. Oh well that the way the cookie crumbles i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well i just needed to get that off my chest back to the Little Peter Rabbit - i think i'll start again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it's ten minutes later - cross stitch does sound a little sad for a 26 year old but guess what I don't care, these are the sorts of things my grandma used to do when she was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside i have decided that Peter Rabbit can go hop, since the frame's too small and i can't draw let alone work off a pattern - i am going to get creative and do something different. Don't ask me what cause i don't know - i'm just going to start stitchin and see what i come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for turning negatives into positives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111699712765238489?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111699712765238489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111699712765238489&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111699712765238489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111699712765238489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-good-day.html' title='Not a good day.'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111689004183626805</id><published>2005-05-24T08:30:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-24T09:01:58.836+09:30</updated><title type='text'>My House.</title><content type='html'>I always read other's blogs and think of how well they write and how amusing they are, then i understand why there are only 3 or 4 people that read my blog - well that comment anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside today i need to have a bitch about my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures of my house but let me describe it to you - it's SMALL, yes very small. In the entire house we have cupboards in the kitchen - thats all the built in storage we have nothing else, no linen closet, no built in wardrobes, no bathroom cupboards, no laundry cupboards either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a 2 bedroom house with the bfriend. Now imagine 2 grown people who had each been living alone for 6 years then move in toegether - between us we have 2 of everything. Alot of my stuff is in boxes up at his parents house in the country and the stuff i do have at home is still in boxes in the "spare room" a.k.a "junk room that you can't get into for the crap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more and more frustrated with the lack of space at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom is so small there is no bathtub, there is a shower, a sink and some planks of wood with cement blocks that stand in for shelves. The size is like a little box i can literally stand in the middle of the bathroom stretch out my arms and touch each wall, turn the other way and i can do the same. Tiny i tell you. And the light doesn't work, the lightbulb blew oh only about 6 months ago and the bfriend hasn't changed it yet. He has to turn the power off entirely as the light is turned on by one of those pull cords so you don't know if it is on or off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen - Also tiny. There is basically only room for one person in our kitchen. Once again you can stand in the kitchen stretch your arms out and touch the other side of the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done a drawing of the back part of our house - not to scale but you get the idea.  And yes if your cooking at the oven you can reach into the bathroom! Oh i forgot that doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/House.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the real reason for this post is because each morning i get up earlier that the bfriend, i go have a shower then have to get dressed do makeup and hair etc in the bedroom with the light on. Each morning for over a week he's been bitchin at me to stop making noise and turn the light off. Now i do everything as quietly as i possibly can so i do not wake the grumpy arse beast that is my bfriend in the mornings. But hell i do need to get ready for work and i don't really like the look when i do my makeup, hair in the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo this house is driving me nuts.  I long to have a nice long soak in a bath tub where i can do girly things. I long to have somewhere to do my hair and makeup each morning without being yelled at by the beast.  I long for decent lighting so i can see what i'm doing in every room of the house.  I swear i'm getting wrinkles from squinting. My 2 bedroom unit had more storage space, a bathtub and shit load better lighting than this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your worse off than me please let me know so i stop being so damn frustrated!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111689004183626805?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111689004183626805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111689004183626805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111689004183626805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111689004183626805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-house.html' title='My House.'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111680285499857428</id><published>2005-05-23T08:10:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-23T08:30:55.003+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Bad girl</title><content type='html'>Well to start off this post i have to make a confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday my Mum and i went shopping and i spent &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$200&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oops!  Well i couldn't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; afford it but my justifications are as follows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I NEEDED new winter work clothes because all my winter tops are getting a little daggy.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Everything was ON SALE 15% off most of it and 30% off others so if if didn't buy it while it was on sale it would have cost me more.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I bought 3 pairs of work pants and 5 winter tops for under $200 it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;4.) I did all the housework on Saturday morning cause the bfriend was working all weekend so i deserved a treat.&lt;br /&gt;5.) I hadn't bought new work clothes for about 12 months.&lt;br /&gt;6.) and finally becuase i wanted to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway apart from that i had a quiet weekend which was very nice, no boyfriend, no niece, no brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night i went to my bfriends mates house to try and fix his damn computer he got the My Doom virus.  I spent about 3 hours there but to no avail - it was past gone.  I did run Ad-aware on it though and removed 795 different cookies and crap! I've never seen anything like it before.  In the end it was all too hard so i told him if he didn't mind starting from scratch he should just format and reload all his programs.  So that's what he did.  I was kinda relieved - i enjoy fixing computer problems and helping people out but this weekend i really needed to relax - and thats what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know what i did on Saturday, washing, cleaning, picking up doggy poop, shopping and then finally i threw the ball for the dogs for about 2 hours while drinking beer.  I was a little pissy by the time bfriend got home from work! he he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday i got up and watched TV - there's a program on Fox - Starting Over- that i love to watch every weekend so i watched that then decided to go to the two dollar shop and buy some seeds for my veggie patch. I did that then went home and planted some cabbage, red onion, brown onion, leeks, spinach, peas and parsnips in some little containers so when they grow i'll put them in the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then threw the ball for the dogs for a couple of hours and thought i should start a nice dinner for Mr work all weekend.  So i made Salmon Patties, chips and veggies. I should post the salmon patties recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here i am $200 broker but feeling relaxed, unfortunatley i still have this damn throat infection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well another boring post of my weekend step by step but hey i don't have a lot of friends preferring a quieter life - but thats another story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111680285499857428?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111680285499857428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111680285499857428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111680285499857428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111680285499857428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-bad-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a Bad girl'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111656225086166511</id><published>2005-05-20T13:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:40:50.866+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Boring Times</title><content type='html'>Nothing much exciting has been happening since the weekend. Oh I have an ear and throat infection! Woo who such fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight I am going to go and fix a friends computer.  He got the my doom virus and hasn’t managed to clean his computer. So I will go over and run a couple of programs to see if I can clean it up for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that the bfriend is working all weekend at a tradeshow so I won’t get to see him much at all. J  Since I’m sick I might spend a few hours on the couch watching movies and then it’s about time to plant some veggies for winter.  I’ve conditioned the soil again and it’s ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is off to Japan on Monday for the week so it will be fairly quiet in the office too – which is kinda a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t heard anything from my so called brother.  The last update I got was from my Mum.  She’d rung him and asked him if he organised a School for LJ and all he said was that he’d started making phone calls that needed to be made.  He would start to get abusive and defensive if Mum asked him any more questions.  Like mum said he wants to do this on his own so he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a funny thing happened yesterday I got a phone call from bfriend late afternoon and he says “I split my pants while I was setting up for the trade show, I’m on my way home now to change” I couldn’t help it I just started laughing and couldn’t stop.  He described it that his pants had split from the top of his butt down the seam all the way to his hmm how do I say it – nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s the most excitement I’ve had this week so far.  Here’s hoping the weekend will come up with something interesting for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111656225086166511?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111656225086166511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111656225086166511&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111656225086166511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111656225086166511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/boring-times.html' title='Boring Times'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111637677288312515</id><published>2005-05-18T10:01:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-18T10:20:24.020+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Beer's for Her</title><content type='html'>Well apart from all the crap that happened on the weekend i tool LJ out for dinner with a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very sarcastic smart arsed type of person when it comes to humor. Sitting down at the table the waitress took our drink orders. a beer for me, coke for LJ and a glass of wine for my friend. Anyway they come back with the drinks pick up the glass of beer and say ok 1 beer for? so i say "it's for her" and point ot the 13 year old LJ sitting there looking at the waitress. So the waitress puts the glass of beer down in front of of LJ and gives me the coke! Laughing at the waitress i said ummm i was er joking !!!! I then took the swapped the beer for the coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway dinner comes and is eaten and it's time for another round of drinks. So same again but this time a different waiter. he comes back with the drinks and asks who's is the beer is i say "it's for her" and points to the 13 year old LJ. So the waiter puts the beer down in front of her! I kinda looked at him weirdly and my friend turns around and says "seriously does she look 18?" and i say to the waiter "i was joking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway maybe they thought i was being mean to them but honestly i was kidding around people! The thing that bothers me is that 2 different waiters put down an alcoholic drink for a 13 year old! I'm telling you it's not hard at all to see that LJ is under 18!  That in itself is a concern they were lucky that they did it too me and not to an undercover cop or something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111637677288312515?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111637677288312515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111637677288312515&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111637677288312515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111637677288312515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/beers-for-her.html' title='The Beer&apos;s for Her'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111630494786045562</id><published>2005-05-17T13:52:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-17T14:12:27.866+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's no alot more to say on the LJ case! Well i do have alot to say but i think i'd just be repeating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJ is now at her father's place.  My Mum came by on sunday and took her there.  After everything my "brother" said he wanted me to go over there with LJ and my Mum on Sunday.  Now if he'd just treated me with a little respect and consideration none of these arguments would ever have happened and life for him and LJ would've been alot easier.  he would've had support and assistance from me and my partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my Mum that as far as i'm concerned until he apologises i do not want anything to do with him.  I have also told her that if i or my bfriend receive one more abusive / threatining SMS or voicemail message i will be calling the police and getting them to sort it out.  This isn't because i'm trying to cause trouble but simply for the reason that NO ONE has the right to threaten anyone - let alone their sister who has been taking care of his daughter.  As far as the apologie goes i doubt it will happen, but if it does this doesn't mean i will forgive him to soon for what he's said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My concern is for LJ - if my brother realises it or not, we know he's not equipped to deal with a 13 year old daughter full time.  For a start after the last post you can see he's not exactly mentally stable, he's in a very rocky live in relationship and basically has no idea what he's in for.  I'm not saying that i do know but at least i would have had the backup of my partner, my brother, and my Mum to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hope was that LJ would stay with us for 3 to 6 months so she could settle into a proper routine and learn things about becoming a "young lady", and during this time i was hoping my brother would take her every weekend or every other weekend so she could get to know him and vice versa. Then once she was settled she could happily move in with her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's not going to happen, my brother has cut his nose of despite his face.  WE have made it clear that we will do anything for LJ, that we love her and care about her and will always be there for her.  But unfortunatley we will not have alot to do with her now as neither my partner or i can bear to deal with my brother's moods and attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all concerned for LJ and all i can do now is pray that everything works out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has hurt me more than he realises and it's honestly tearing me up inside, but i can't focus on that - What i will focus on is that i am a good person who has done the right thing by a child who felt she had no one else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Lesson learnt this week dont' do nice things for other people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111630494786045562?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111630494786045562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111630494786045562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111630494786045562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111630494786045562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111607355271627509</id><published>2005-05-14T21:56:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-14T21:55:52.723+09:30</updated><title type='text'>So much trouble!</title><content type='html'>It's going to be a long one so you may want to grab a drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for one little person Little J has been the root of quite a bit of trouble!  well in reality it's not her fault she's a kid!  Ok where to start, at the beginning may be the best place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Little J is my brothers daughter.  When LJ was about 3 her mother stopped her having contact with my brother then the entire family.  My brother didn't fight it he layed back and accepted it.  LJ's mother got married to an idiot who didn't want to let them have anything to do with my family.  So 2 years later wheni heard she had gotten a divorce i wrote her LJ's mother saying how longit had been and that bridges needed to be mended. So anyway i started having her on a regular basis like eery other weekend.  To begin with my brother didn't want much to do with LJ but he softened in the end and started seeing her occassionally, and i mean occassinonally. Anywho LJ had to move from her mothers care as her mother is a deadbeat drugaddict with an abusive alcoholic boyfriend.  So she moved into her Nannys house, nowtheonly reason Nanny wanted her was for the extra welfare money she'd receive, so when a few months later when Nanny realised she wasn't going to get any money she put LJ in the "too hard basket" and well she ran away.  this is the point i am at now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my brother yesterday the day after i'd picked LJ up from running away, he didn'tknow she'd run away.  Addmittidley looking back i should have called him earlier, but i didn't i called my Mum, my brother isn't theeasiet person to talk to at the best of times - i stuffed up i admit that and have apologised for it numerous times over the past 2 days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i called him he abused me, called me names told me i was a controlling bitch just like everyone else involved in LJ's life, he pretty much had me in tears, so i hung up on him - i do not need tobe abused and sworn at.  We sorted that argument out, mind you i was the one that had to apologise for hanging up on him, he didn't apologise for abusing the living day lights out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he rocks up at my work to "talk" to LJ at knock off time, so we went to the pub down the road where it was quiet andi thought he'd talk to her about things.  He didn't he just fart arsed around, so we left half an hour later i brought her home, took her out for dinner and had a relaxing night.  I toldmy brother we need to work this out on Sunday and that i'd let him know sometime Saturday what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i've been out with LJ all day, at a friends place making cupcakes then food shoppping, so when i got home my bfriend was here so i said i needed an hour to myself.  He watche LJ for me and i went out.  Anyway i get a SMS message fro my brother saying "waht's happening? andi repied come ove at 1 tomorrow, he says ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later i thought i heard my phone ring so i got it out my bag it hung up - my phone was out of range, when the phone came back into range i tried to listen to my voicemail messages only to have the phone ring again.  Then the phone goes out of range again.  Anyhow i get back into range and listen to the mail messages.  It was my brother yelling down the phone andi quote "what the f*ck is going on if you don't f**king call me inthe next 10 minutes i will fing hunt you down CALL ME NOW" the next message was 2 minutes later saying a few more abusice things usuing the above language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him when i got into the car and by this point i am so absolutley fuming steam and fire was seen coming from my ears nose and bloody eyes.  We had a huge argument him telling me how controlling i am by telling him to be at my place at 1pm, and how i'm just like everyone else, we could all go f**k off and go to hell  he then preceeded to tell me that if he were anywhere near me he would break my fing neck and i deserved everything i got,after about a 10 minute screaming match i'd had enough and hung up on him.  By this time i was about to pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed home and half way there the phone rings AGAIN and once again i was getting abused left right and centre sworn at and more than generally disrespected.  So i was yelling back and i mean you know when someone just pushes you right to your limit where there is no return?  Well was there and told him a few homes truths.  That maybe if he gotten off his arse years ago other people would have to keep picking up his messes and dealing with his problems then i called him a F**k head.  So he says "DIE SLUT" and hangs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all night i have been abused sworn at called every name and more under the sun.  My niece has reluctantly decided to live with her unstable father - god knows why?! But anyway i accept her descion and am just encouragin her to achieve her best and to become the best person she can, by not running away and getting into troubleat school and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During all of this the Bfriend was out and called me while i was upset so i reluctantly told him what had happened, and considering my brother had threatened my life not twice but 3 times he decided to call him.  My brother wasnt' there he'd gone for a walk so the bfriend talked to my brothers girlfriend.  I don't know what he said but he wasn't overly rude, he ended up leaving a message for my brother to call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after my brother calling me more than a dozen abusive times tonight, the last 4 conversations i have been cool calm and collected, i get another SMS saying some more crap that really didn't have anything to do with the situation.  Then the Bfriend gets an abusive text message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout all of this i have been talking to my Mum and so has my brother - wellmy brother was abusing my Mum too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at this point intime i feel as though i have no brother.  My family does not under any circumstance have any right to threaten my life, abuse and insult me the way he has or leave threatening and abusive messages on my voicemail.  I have told my Mum that until my brother aplologises to myself and my partner he is no longer welcome in my home and also that if i receive one more threatining SMS or voicemail message i will call the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my point of view and even my Mum who is level headed and NEVER takes sides agrees with my outlook on whats happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now i am wondering if doing something for soeone else is really at all worth all this ungratefulness, not to mention the hurt and abuse.  Almost anyone inthe world can plainly see that all i have done is care about and love my 13 year old niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god i have so much more to say but i would think nobody's read this far anyway.  But if you have thanks for reading and i feel much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111607355271627509?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111607355271627509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111607355271627509&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111607355271627509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111607355271627509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-much-trouble.html' title='So much trouble!'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111594180120195966</id><published>2005-05-13T02:07:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-13T14:06:42.906+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Found Her!!</title><content type='html'>Well thanks for all the well wishes, we found her last night about 6pm at her friends place and managed to talk her into coming home with us. So she is at work with me today and we have a long weekend this weekend to figure out what we're going to do with her from here on in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i could say so much. I couldn't sleep last night for all the thinking i was doing. I keep asking myself if i can actually raise a 13 year old successfully with the help of my boyfriend?! The answer is i really don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a trust issue - can we trust her to get to school and home everyday with out ditching?! If not how am i supposed to get her there i leave for work at 7.20 am every day - my boss made it perfectly clear that having her today in the office was ok as long as it wasn't a permanant thing. Then i need to think about getting after school care for her. But to begin with we'd need to get her enrolled at a high school - next week if she's staying with us. We'd need to make room for her in the spare room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god i think i'm panicing a little bit! There is so much that needs to be discussed and thought about. And like everyone has pointed out i need to take care of me as a number one priority like i have been doing most of my life - how hard will it be to take responsibility for someone else, and that someone else has discipline and attitude issues! oh jeeze oh crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel on the verge of tears because i really don't know if i can give her what she needs that and this is a "life-long" commitment - i dont' want to have her for 6 months then decide that i can't do it, then she's in the same boat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this post at 9am this morning and now have been on teh phone for most of the day so far trying to work everything out.  well everything is up in the air right now so much to think about and discuss - i've had arguments with my brother already and my stress levels have quadroupled, all in a matter of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt i'll post over the weekend as i think i'll need to vent. So have a great day peoples and thanks again for you support - it means alot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111594180120195966?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111594180120195966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111594180120195966&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111594180120195966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111594180120195966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/found-her.html' title='Found Her!!'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111586772231638729</id><published>2005-05-12T12:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-12T13:20:38.773+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Opps She Did It Again</title><content type='html'>Well i had a phone call at 8.30 this morning from a tearful Little J's Nan. They'd had a huge argument over a few things and it all started once again. So i get the phonecall and am expected to sort it out. I thought ok well she's on her way to school (stupid me!) i called the school to see if she made it there but of course she didn't. She's done another runner from her Nan's place. So i will be leaving work early today to go and find the little J. We have narrowed it down to 4 places she could be. Hopefully i will be able to convince her to come back to my place for teh weekend so we can work all this stuff out. Thankfully the bfriend has decided to come along with me to find her, i need all the support i can get with this little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway best be off so i can finish enough work to leave early - say a prayer for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111586772231638729?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111586772231638729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111586772231638729&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111586772231638729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111586772231638729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/opps-she-did-it-again.html' title='Opps She Did It Again'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111577563326179743</id><published>2005-05-11T11:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-11T13:08:43.570+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Little J</title><content type='html'>Well I went down to see Little J and her nanny and poppy last night straight from work. Oh boy! What a mess. After seeing Little J and her Nan and pop I can see why and where things are going wrong! It is partially Little J's fault but then again I can see a huge fault of her grandparents. To begin with when Little J's Nan and pop decided they would take her on it was supposed to be a permanant thing - like for good - but now her Nan and pop decide that they don't want her anymore - they've put her into the too hard basket. Realistically they do have 3 other foster kids and one has been diagnosed with Manic Depression - causing him to become violent, abusive and so on, therefore Nan and Pop are under stress which is causing them health problems, but I think despite this they shouldn’t just give up on her after committing to caring for her.  I understand it must be hard but it was their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down and talked to Little J on my own for about an hour.  We just talked about what’s been happening with her at home and school. She’s been suspended once, and put into the “internal suspension” at school a few times too.  This is so unsatisfactory for a kid that’s only been in high school for 1 term.  She’s also been missing school a lot complaining that the girls there are always giving her a hard time.   She wants to change schools because of this but doesn’t understand that 1.) it costs money to change schools and 2.) you can’t just run away every time things get hard.  It’s not only that but if she moves in with us she’ll have to move schools anyway and there’s no point in moving schools twice in a few months.   It’s so hard for girls, I remember going through the exact same thing so I tried to explain to her that no matter where you go in life there will always be someone giving you a hard time or someone that doesn’t like you, so you have to do your best to ignore them and not let it get to you.  Easier said than done I know.  I used to hate it when my Mum said things like that to me, but hey as you get older you realise it’s the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she’s not had a great life so far and honestly I just don’t know how it will get better.  At this point I can’t promise that I will take care of her permanently, I can only say she can stay on a temporary basis.  So she would have to move schools and house on a temp basis – then what happens?! She still has no where to go after that and we are back at square one.  I’m just so frustrated right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don’t want to be responsible for a 13 year old who has issues, I have only just gotten through a bad patch in my own relationship and don’t want to ruin it.  But then again I just couldn’t let her go into foster care where she’d end up on the streets anyway or I couldn’t bare her to move back to her stupid mothers house – who encourages her 13 year old daughter to smoke dope (if she wanted to), drink and do what ever she wants whenever she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is such a long road ahead for this little girl, and if she’s living with me I will have to share that road with her.  I will have to commit myself to bringing her up the best way I could, encourage her, love her, care for her and I just don’t know if I’m ready for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the emotional side of things there is the financial side to.  I won’t get any financial support from the government as I am not her legal guardian.  I know how much I cost when I was 13 – expensive little bugger! There’s food, school, clothes, pocket money as well as the extra living expenses.  I can only just manage to put a few hundred dollars away each month so maybe sometime in the year 2250 I will be able to take a wonderful holiday around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many decisions to be made, ideas thought through and discussed.  I think I need to sit down with my Mum, bfriend, Little J and her Nan and Pop to see what the hell is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this topic I’m sure – it’s just something that is in my thoughts all the time right now – I even looked at a few schools around this area for her to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people need to be sterilised at birth – harsh but it’s how I feel right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111577563326179743?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111577563326179743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111577563326179743&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111577563326179743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111577563326179743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/little-j.html' title='Little J'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111569948547147153</id><published>2005-05-10T13:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-10T14:26:42.386+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Not Sure</title><content type='html'>Well my niece (we'll call her Little J) is in trouble again, a whle back we were considering having her come to live with us permantly. A quick run down - her mother is a complete waste of air and space (i do not say that lightly) a drug addict who does not know how to take care of herself let alone a child, she has an abusive partner - they met in rehab - a great way to start a relationship. She never cooked, cleaned, washed or ironed for my niece. Little J lived on 2 minute noodles, cruskits and potato chips.  As i said about 5 months ago her living situation came to a head and in the end she moved in with her Nanny and Poppy, they have 3 other foster kids so they thought it would be a good idea.  Anyway little J has been getting herself into trouble at school, her first year in high school she's only been there for 3 months.  She's telling teachers to f**k off, getting suspended and generally running amok. Going out to all hours not telling anyone where she is. She's "run away" - she left her Nanny's to stay at friends places and no one knows where she went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now they are saying she needs to find somewhere else to live.  She's running out of options - My dad wouldn't have her living with my parents (he's very old fashioned and she wouldn't last in their house for 3 days) she doesn't want to live with her dad (my brother) I don't want to see her go into foster care - so the only option left is coming to live with us. (It may not happen but it's something we need to consider)  I can say i'm not too thrilled with the prospect of having a 13 year old live with us, and especially a 13 year old girl with attitude to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand she's always listened to me even when she was 3 i was the only one she'd listen too. I'm the "cool" aunty, we've always had a special bond ever since she was born.  I can understand her a little more than her grandparents - i used to be similar with the attitude problems but i was about 15 when that hit me.  So i kinda know where she's coming from, but then again i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stand what's happening to her at the moment - she needs a stable loving home with discipline and people that won't stand for her shit.   I just know how much potential she has and with the right kind of love and guidance she could go beyond what i see in her.  But right now she's on the track to becoming her mother. Getting pregnant too young, getting into drugs and not living the life that will bring her happiness and success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong if she lives with us i know there will be more heartache to come and alot of hard work, but i just don't want to see her put into the "too hard basket" by the rest of her family and shoved into foster care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have accounts to do but no doubt there will be more on this topic once i find out EXACTLY how much trouble she's been getting into........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111569948547147153?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111569948547147153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111569948547147153&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111569948547147153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111569948547147153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-sure.html' title='Not Sure'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111568656780629309</id><published>2005-05-10T10:19:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-10T10:42:49.043+09:30</updated><title type='text'>When Daddy's Away</title><content type='html'>Last night was my first night home alone again this week! Bfriend is away again this time he's driving to places like Kimba, Whyalla and Port Augusta. So I had Mother's day left overs for dinner last night and probably tonight as well. So i took a pic last night of "when Daddy's Away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/DaddysAway.jpg" width="383" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my bed last night - The smaller black ball of fur is Spooner the cat - this is the bfriends cat - i haven't posted pictures of her before because i cant' get a decent one. She's pure black and doesn't photograph well at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111568656780629309?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111568656780629309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111568656780629309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111568656780629309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111568656780629309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-daddys-away.html' title='When Daddy&apos;s Away'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111559867860241775</id><published>2005-05-09T09:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-09T10:02:49.680+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>Well i got creative with the Mothers Day presents and made a boquet of chocolates! We had such a busy weekend - bfriend worked most of Saturday so i had to do all the housework. But i also pulled my dead tomato plants out and turned over the soil in the Veggie patch, cleaned some chairs did some weeding, cleaned the pussy cat cage etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tool my Mum and Dad out for Chinese food on Sat night which was lovley then had the bfriends family over yesterday. What a day they arrived at 9.30am and left at around 5pm - this is such a long time to entertain people - i was stuffed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pics of my creation are below  - yummy !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 192px" height="390" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/Mday2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 178px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/Mday1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111559867860241775?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111559867860241775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111559867860241775&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111559867860241775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111559867860241775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111534197397421751</id><published>2005-05-06T10:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-06T10:42:53.980+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>Numbers oh sweet numbers! They aren't really sweet, they are quite cheeky and deceptive!  I am doing end of month reconcilliation's - this would have to be one of my least favourite jobs - how can .02 cents go missing for half an hour before i find it?! I have to admit it is through my own error it's gone missing but i hate playing hide and seek with numbers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought i'd get that off my chest! More later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111534197397421751?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111534197397421751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111534197397421751&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111534197397421751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111534197397421751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111525255331045819</id><published>2005-05-05T09:48:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-05T10:05:34.436+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I've been Tagged</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robyn&lt;/a&gt; to do a Turd Poetry - not something i usually wrtie poetry about but hey it can't hurt or can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turd in a punch bowl,&lt;br /&gt;Floating like a log,&lt;br /&gt;Turd in a punch bowl,&lt;br /&gt;Who did that mammoth bog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the tag works:I would like to turd-tag 3 people: &lt;a href="http://alittlecrazy17.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://aphertiser.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thegrish.blogspot.com/"&gt;JG&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules for Turd Poetry 101:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Write a four line poem with the 1st and 3rd lines being "turd in a punch bowl"&lt;br /&gt;2.  Make lines 2 and 4 rhyme, using any topic&lt;br /&gt;3.  Tag three other bloggin' bitches, and force them at cyber gunpoint to post a turd topic on THEIR blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111525255331045819?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111525255331045819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111525255331045819&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111525255331045819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111525255331045819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been Tagged'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111516886939139654</id><published>2005-05-04T10:35:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-04T10:37:49.393+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learnt</title><content type='html'>Last night before my party i was hungry so i decided to eat some Kabana and cheese to keep me going till dinner.  The Kabana was 6 days past it's used by date but hadn't been opened. It looked fine, smelt fine and tasted fine. But let me tell you IT WAS NOT FINE!  I am suffereing today I think i gave myself food poisoning god damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't eat Kabana past it's used by date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111516886939139654?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111516886939139654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111516886939139654&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111516886939139654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111516886939139654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/lesson-learnt.html' title='Lesson Learnt'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111516394037400541</id><published>2005-05-04T09:14:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-04T09:15:40.376+09:30</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>Well there's the new pic on my profile - i May change it back to the other one but i'll leave this one up for a bit - so now you know what i really look like- scaryyyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111516394037400541?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111516394037400541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111516394037400541&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111516394037400541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111516394037400541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111516176404299372</id><published>2005-05-04T08:38:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-04T08:39:38.253+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Birthdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #bce9ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; WORD-SPACING: 0.3em; FONT: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your Birthdate: July 17&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #e2f5ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your birth on the 17th day of the month suggests that you are very lucky financially, because this date indicates a solid business sense.&lt;br /&gt;Although you are probably very honest and ethical, this birthday enables you to be shrewd and successful in the world of business and commercial enterprise.&lt;br /&gt;You have excellent organizational, managerial, and administrative capabilities enabling you to handle large projects and significant amounts of money with relative ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ambitious and highly goal-oriented, although you may be better at starting projects than you are at finishing them.&lt;br /&gt;A sensitivity in your nature, often repressed below the surface of awareness, makes it hard to give or receive affection.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111516176404299372?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111516176404299372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111516176404299372&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111516176404299372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111516176404299372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/birthdate.html' title='Birthdate'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111509994647004564</id><published>2005-05-03T15:07:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-03T15:29:06.473+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Hello there.</title><content type='html'>Not much interesting to say today.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a lingerie party tonight, hmmmmm well i didn't really feel like going cause it's an hour's drive from home so by the time we get there stay for a while then geth ome it's going to be midnight.  i'm an  early to bed type fo person and if i don't get enough sleep - i get grumpy!  Then there's hell to pay for anyone who comes into contact with me the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found my desk under all the paper work from yesterday, now to create some more work! i've got heaps to do for the end of month still and am getting there slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the photo front i am trying to get a nice pic of me - the ones i thought were nice are horrid heheh once you send them to the computer and see yourself close up - blahhhhh lol  anyway in doing this i've discovered that it's amazing how different i look in different photos i have of myself.  I have a couple of pics from when i did a little modelling and it just doesn't look like me - make up is a wonderful thing isn't it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's not much interesting stuff happening today. I'm just having alook on the internet for gift ideas for Mothers day presents x 3 and for the Mum-In-Laws birthday x 1. Arrgghh help i just dont' know what to get them all.  flowers - maybe but they die, chocolates - maybe, picture frames - thats a possibilite you can never have to many pictures, apart from that i'm stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note i was watching a cooking show last week and saw the coolest idea for serving desserts. You serve them in an ice bowl.  say you get one bowl put some water in it - then get a smaller bowl and put it on top of the water (you can put anything into the water like flowers, leaves - decorative stuff) then tape the smaller bowl to the bigger bowl, put them into the freezer on a flat surface  and when they are frozen you have yourself an ice bowl - put the ice bowl on a bed of salt and you have yourself fancy looking bowl - cool hey.  I'm sure they explained it much better on the TV show - but i know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway must go accounts to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111509994647004564?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111509994647004564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111509994647004564&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111509994647004564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111509994647004564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-there.html' title='Hello there.'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111501500979398264</id><published>2005-05-02T15:59:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-02T15:53:29.796+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Good weekend</title><content type='html'>Well hello there.  the boss is in Sydney this week so i thought it would be a fairly quiet day today.  But boy was i wrong.  Anyway i will find my desk tomorrow i hope!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night i went to the pub for a few drinks with a girlfriend and had a woodoven pizza for dinner while there - it was cold by the time we ate it but wasn't too bad. While we were sitting there on the couches in the pokie room (where you can eat drink smoke play keno and watch the TV) we noticed one guy that was playing the pokies.  he went back to the change counter at least 8 times while we were watching him and we estimated he got $50 a shot!!!  I was amazed, i walked past his machine on the way to the "little girl's room" at one stage to see he had $80 in the machine.  Now if that was me i would've taken the money and run.  anyway it just staggers me how much people spend on those things.  Don't get me wrong i enjoy a gamble as much as the next guy but i set my limit to $20 and stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As planned i took my grandma out for lunch and a go on the pokies on Saturday it was a lovley afternoon, just her and me chatting and relaxing for a few hours without grandpa along.   Then i went back to their unit and planted their garden out for them. My gramps is much much worse than he was say 2 months ago.  We used to be able to take him out to lunch with us and he was quite happy to wander about but now he's struggling with the smallest of tasks and stuggles to get to the toilet on time, and once he's at the toilet he struggles with the things that we take for granted. Like getting your pants down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that Grandpa is getting worse and it breaks my heart, but i can look on the positive side of things, he's still sweet and charming toward me.  Twice on Saturday he brought tears to my eyes and a swelling of my heart. The first time i went out to the car when mum brought him home from Church, and he says in his thick scottish accent "oh you've come to greet me at the car you deserve a kiss" that was so sweet.  then the next was when he wanted his jacket on again at the dinner table i just got up and helped him put it on and he says "oh you are my angel, you deserve a kiss"  i know it's corny but it was just soooooo sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to bfriend cousins christening yesterday and we both quiet enjoyed ourselves - except for the part where i got in trouble for not being ready on time! Doh!  who jknew it would take extra time to get ready - i only changed my top 4 times before i was happy. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bfriend is going away on business next week - ALL WEEK - i'm not sure if i should be happy about this or not, but i think it's something i have to accept with his new job.  It's just so much work for me when he's away - i have to swap the dogs over taking one from the front yard to the back yard , so they don't have any contact (they don't get along) water all the plants and the lawn, feed all 5 animals as well as myself, swap cars around (we have 3 right now) this is just a pain in the butt because if i go to the gym i don't get home until after dark then i have to fumble around in the dark outside with watering, feeding and so on ARGGHHHHH  So it looks like i won't be at the gym next week either. I didn't go last week becuase i had doc appointments basically every night after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new photo of me i may put up in my profile that shows all my face - what do you think should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111501500979398264?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111501500979398264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111501500979398264&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111501500979398264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111501500979398264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-weekend.html' title='Good weekend'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043833.post-111475114000761786</id><published>2005-04-29T14:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:35:40.010+09:30</updated><title type='text'>If i could be</title><content type='html'>If I could be a musician I would sing every day, learn every instrument i could and have my own successfull rock band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a gardener I would create beautiful tranquil gardens with waterfalls (features) and a rainforest atmoshphere for all i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a chef I would be in heaven creating dishes that would blow Jamie Oliver away, and 3 times a week cook 5 course meals for the underpaid peole in this world who deserve a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a psychologist I would work with people suffering from all types of depression and not charge them for it if they couldn't afford to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a midget stripper I would appear on the Jerry Springer show at least 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a writerI would write not only romance novels but self help books that are easy to read and follow - kind of like self help books for dummies with easy step by step instructions to improve yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What follows is a list of different occupations. You must select at least five of them. You may add more if you like to your list before you pass it on (after you select five of the items as it was passed to you).Of the five you selected, you are to finish each phrase with what you would do as a member of that profession. Then pass it on to three other bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a scientist...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a farmer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a musician...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a doctor...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a painter...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a gardener...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a missionary...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a chef...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an architect...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a linguist...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a psychologist...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a librarian...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an athlete...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a lawyer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an innkeeper...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a professor...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a writer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a backup dancer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a llama-rider...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a bonnie pirate...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a midget stripper...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a proctologist...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a TV-Chat Show host...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an actor...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a judge...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a Jedi...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a mob boss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i need to pass this onto 3 bloggers um how about Andy, Maggs and  ?????? i'll get back to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043833-111475114000761786?l=4sanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/feeds/111475114000761786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043833&amp;postID=111475114000761786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111475114000761786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043833/posts/default/111475114000761786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4sanity.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-i-could-be.html' title='If i could be'/><author><name>4Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577924084430687704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/4Sanity/IMG_0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
