<?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-22631251</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:57:56.243+12:00</updated><category term='mainly music'/><category term='cell-group'/><category term='education'/><category term='Valentines Day'/><category term='youttubevid'/><category term='softies'/><category term='gardening experiences'/><category term='news'/><category term='christmas06'/><category term='birthday season'/><category term='lists'/><category term='Parachute Music Festival'/><category term='autism'/><category term='funnies'/><category term='Koyaanisqatski'/><category term='dilbert'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='Book&apos;s I&apos;ve Read'/><category term='school'/><category term='weight-loss'/><category term='advent06'/><category term='Massimo'/><category term='quiz girl'/><category term='christmas books'/><category term='op shopping'/><category term='YOU TUBE'/><category term='hands and feet project'/><category term='craft'/><category term='Sunday Musings'/><category term='family'/><category term='free fun activities for kids in Auckland'/><category term='life in order'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='favourite things swap'/><category term='my faith'/><category term='can art'/><category term='my birthday'/><category term='tramping in Auckland'/><title type='text'>* wotsitgonnabe *</title><subtitle type='html'>musings of a thirty-something year old mutant</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>268</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-5379126491601769165</id><published>2008-03-18T16:19:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:19:01.895+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Overture by Anita Renfroe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/W95Y8hNQiH8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/W95Y8hNQiH8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This made me shed tears of laughter! I hope you enjoy it too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-5379126491601769165?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5379126491601769165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=5379126491601769165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5379126491601769165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5379126491601769165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/03/mom-overture-by-anita-renfroe.html' title='Mom&amp;#39;s Overture by Anita Renfroe'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-9187811637902302915</id><published>2008-02-17T14:30:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T09:35:43.711+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilbert'/><title type='text'>dilbert | February 12</title><content type='html'>Jonathan bought me the &lt;a href="http://www.dilbert.com/"&gt;dilbert&lt;/a&gt; page a day calendar a couple of weeks ago.  I really like dilbert - it tickles my sense of humour!  Like this one that showed up last week on the calendar! :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dilbert.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R7ePKbtohJI/AAAAAAAAA20/hC5jQa0WhQc/s320/dilbertfeb12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167756506831553682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-9187811637902302915?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9187811637902302915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=9187811637902302915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/9187811637902302915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/9187811637902302915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/02/dilbert-february-12.html' title='dilbert | February 12'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R7ePKbtohJI/AAAAAAAAA20/hC5jQa0WhQc/s72-c/dilbertfeb12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-8196116996975397543</id><published>2008-02-14T15:07:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:11:45.517+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day'/><title type='text'>to the J-man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R7OitLtog4I/AAAAAAAAA0o/7taK0fohJmw/s1600-h/iloveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R7OitLtog4I/AAAAAAAAA0o/7taK0fohJmw/s400/iloveyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166652094646092674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had fun creating this by looking on google images - it's not always easy to find what you want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the idea from &lt;a href="http://photojojo.com/content/photojojo-original/valentines-day-photo-ideas/"&gt;photojojo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to get the message across visually!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-8196116996975397543?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8196116996975397543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=8196116996975397543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8196116996975397543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8196116996975397543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-j-man.html' title='to the J-man!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R7OitLtog4I/AAAAAAAAA0o/7taK0fohJmw/s72-c/iloveyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-7951673976726154274</id><published>2008-02-14T12:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:01:01.259+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz girl'/><title type='text'>candy hearts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "First Kiss"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/first-kiss.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a true romantic who brings an innocent hope to each new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;You see the good in every person you date, and you relish each step of falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a romantic dinner your sweetie cooks for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: friendly and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: cynics who don't believe in romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you always keep the romance alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-7951673976726154274?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7951673976726154274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=7951673976726154274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/7951673976726154274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/7951673976726154274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/02/candy-hearts.html' title='candy hearts...'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-2534520716001371385</id><published>2008-02-14T09:23:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T09:43:06.941+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R7NWMLtogjI/AAAAAAAAAyA/JoG_MPhIRT0/s1600-h/P1010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R7NWMLtogjI/AAAAAAAAAyA/JoG_MPhIRT0/s200/P1010095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166567964826698290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is in the air!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then so is a little rain... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend not to go in for all these, what I call "American" Holidays.  They seem to be a little over the top, a little contrived...  It's only been the past 2-3 years that we've done much of anything for the day, and that was mainly for the girls.  This year I gave them little tote bags, with 3 bracelets and a little felted heart (which I made very last minute, last night!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to do anything much for my man, mainly because both Hope &amp;amp; Briahna are sick. :(  I know he understands - it's part of what I love about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think perhaps the best thing about Valentines Day is remembering why you love the people you love.  So bare with me while I take a moment to tell you what I love about Jonathan.  It's a little bit mushy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that he puts other peoples needs above his own.  He will always &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; listen to me on the phone if I need to unload.  I think he is cute - he still gives me butterflies!  I can talk to him about anything on the planet and he doesn't laugh at me or make me feel small.  He adores our children, and is a &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FANTASTIC&lt;/span&gt; dad.  Every day I am learning something new about him, but in saying that I feel very comfortable with him.  I am going to spend the rest of my days with this guy and that feels good and right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jonathan - I am ready to say that in front 0f all blogdom.  The past 15 years have been a blast!  Happy LOVE Day to you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-2534520716001371385?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2534520716001371385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=2534520716001371385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2534520716001371385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2534520716001371385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R7NWMLtogjI/AAAAAAAAAyA/JoG_MPhIRT0/s72-c/P1010095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-5696622784030884819</id><published>2008-02-13T09:25:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:30:13.167+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday season'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R7IA97togdI/AAAAAAAAAxU/uh4VaPHUgaY/s1600-h/L1010071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R7IA97togdI/AAAAAAAAAxU/uh4VaPHUgaY/s320/L1010071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166192786548490706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woohoo!  My little nephew is one!  Seems like &lt;a href="http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-new-nephew.html"&gt;only yesterday&lt;/a&gt; he was born!  His present is in the process of being made (see teaser over on &lt;a href="http://sew-funky.blogspot.com"&gt;sew-funky!&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-5696622784030884819?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5696622784030884819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=5696622784030884819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5696622784030884819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5696622784030884819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-mo.html' title='Happy Birthday Mo!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R7IA97togdI/AAAAAAAAAxU/uh4VaPHUgaY/s72-c/L1010071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-5347111413610398971</id><published>2008-01-30T11:57:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:58:24.904+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOU TUBE'/><title type='text'>little boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONEYGU_7EqU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONEYGU_7EqU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-5347111413610398971?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5347111413610398971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=5347111413610398971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5347111413610398971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5347111413610398971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-boxes.html' title='little boxes'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-1892179647770172530</id><published>2008-01-25T08:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T08:42:31.560+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parachute Music Festival'/><title type='text'>Parachute here we come!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://parachutemusicfestival.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5o6NY4HimI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/69pEbcvSC4k/s320/parachute08pt8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159500324796861026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we couldn't get a dog sitter (which means we can't stay on-site cos we need to be at home) but we'll be there!!!  We're gonna travel today and tomorrow (Friday &amp;amp; Saturday have the best line ups).  The kids are with their grandparents, so we are free and easy.... hehehe!  The manic laugh starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby runs &lt;a href="http://parachutemusicfestival.blogspot.com/"&gt;the unofficial blog&lt;/a&gt; about the festival - go there if you wanna know what it's all about!!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(just click on the image above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They're running a competition that can win you a pile of DVD's courtesy of &lt;a href="http://filmguide.co.nz/default.aspx"&gt;Filmguide&lt;/a&gt; which my hubby is also involved in. :)  Unfortunately, you can only enter if you attend Parachute Festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://parachutemusicfestival.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-want-your-review.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5o6NY4HinI/AAAAAAAAAgY/5R90ZATLa0k/s320/reviewp08uf3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159500324796861042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-1892179647770172530?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1892179647770172530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=1892179647770172530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1892179647770172530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1892179647770172530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/parachute-here-we-come.html' title='Parachute here we come!!!!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5o6NY4HimI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/69pEbcvSC4k/s72-c/parachute08pt8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-5242723016395984004</id><published>2008-01-21T09:53:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:59:25.663+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>vomiting... eeeew!</title><content type='html'>My middle daughter has been throwing up all morning, I woke up to her trying to be quiet about it in the toilet.  So sweet, she didn't want to wake us up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor thing is really HATING it!  I'm somewhat annoyed at the parents who took their sick boy to swimming lessons on Saturday - don't they know it's not nice to bring a child who was throwing up an hour before the lesson?!?!!  He was half way through the lesson when his dad explained to the instructor why he was swimming slowly...  Grrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have the stomach for vomit - I think that happened when I was pregnant and throwing up 10 times a day for the entire 9 months!  I've done my dash with it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think of me today - my arms around my sick daughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-5242723016395984004?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5242723016395984004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=5242723016395984004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5242723016395984004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5242723016395984004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/vomiting-eeeew.html' title='vomiting... eeeew!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-3149853792826291380</id><published>2008-01-19T15:04:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T15:40:56.778+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday season'/><title type='text'>Jaymee's 5th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5FdnDn2kTI/AAAAAAAAAZo/w_VC47-VXiI/s1600-h/jaymeebd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5FdnDn2kTI/AAAAAAAAAZo/w_VC47-VXiI/s320/jaymeebd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157005973884670258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we were all invited along to my good friend Jodee's daughters 5th birthday.  I think Jaymee liked the &lt;a href="http://sew-funky.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-denim-totes.html"&gt;gift I made her&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dress up party and as such we had to find costumes for the girls to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briahna wanted to dress up as a flower fairy.  She loves fairies, it's her "thing".  So it was simple really - she wore her ballet leotard, pretty sequined shoes and glittery wings made by her and Hope.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5FexDn2kUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ASXbQDZJ8oM/s1600-h/bj+fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5FexDn2kUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ASXbQDZJ8oM/s320/bj+fairy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157007245194989890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also "had" to have flowers in her hair so a dash out to the garden provided &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agapanthus"&gt;agapanthus&lt;/a&gt; flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5Fexjn2kWI/AAAAAAAAAaA/OrH6hYnIjN8/s1600-h/bj+hair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5Fexjn2kWI/AAAAAAAAAaA/OrH6hYnIjN8/s320/bj+hair2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157007253784924514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5FexTn2kVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HRnIsUK_MPg/s1600-h/bj+hair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5FexTn2kVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HRnIsUK_MPg/s320/bj+hair1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157007249489957202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided Aimee should go as a cat - we had black tights and a black leotard, a good start anyway!  Excuse our messy house - it's the school holidays, at least that's my excuse!   I don't know what hope was thinking, she looks upset...  Hope didn't go to this party, she went to her friend Cherry's instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5FhGTn2kZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/PgY-BS4pNCc/s1600-h/aimee+cat+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5FhGTn2kZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/PgY-BS4pNCc/s320/aimee+cat+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157009809290465682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made ears out of fabric and card and a tail out of knit fabric, and she looked great!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5FhFzn2kXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/llUIMtbqUXA/s1600-h/aimee+cat+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5FhFzn2kXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/llUIMtbqUXA/s320/aimee+cat+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157009800700531058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5FhGTn2kYI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/05DW6B0DlIw/s1600-h/aimee+cat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5FhGTn2kYI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/05DW6B0DlIw/s320/aimee+cat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157009809290465666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids hopped into the pool after lunch - it was a HOT day! - Aimee still wore her cat ears!  Briahna is having fun with a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5Fiqjn2kaI/AAAAAAAAAag/6aVfyXUJ2tk/s1600-h/jaymeebd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5Fiqjn2kaI/AAAAAAAAAag/6aVfyXUJ2tk/s320/jaymeebd2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157011531572351394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-3149853792826291380?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3149853792826291380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=3149853792826291380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/3149853792826291380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/3149853792826291380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/jaymees-5th-birthday.html' title='Jaymee&apos;s 5th Birthday!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R5FdnDn2kTI/AAAAAAAAAZo/w_VC47-VXiI/s72-c/jaymeebd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-5566149883095261105</id><published>2008-01-18T13:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:49:02.322+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget to look at my recipe blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://alimento-nz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4_2-zn2kPI/AAAAAAAAAZI/vRen5w2L1uU/s320/alimentoheader7co.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156611657232191730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been going a while - but only has 33 posts - hehehe! &lt;br /&gt;Still click on the link and you'll find some of our favourite mainly dairy free recipes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-5566149883095261105?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5566149883095261105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=5566149883095261105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5566149883095261105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5566149883095261105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-forget-to-look-at-my-recipe-blog.html' title='Don&apos;t forget to look at my recipe blog!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4_2-zn2kPI/AAAAAAAAAZI/vRen5w2L1uU/s72-c/alimentoheader7co.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-6189143970156447811</id><published>2008-01-17T08:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T08:26:33.081+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='op shopping'/><title type='text'>Good little, bad little girl</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the girls and I went op shopping, and it was one of those times that you do it for.  I swear it's like a drug addiction!  Sometimes, you go away not finding a thing you like and then other times, like yesterday, you find a great haul of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written over on &lt;a href="http://sew-funky.blogspot.com/"&gt;sew-funky&lt;/a&gt; about &lt;a href="http://sew-funky.blogspot.com/2008/01/op-shoppin.html"&gt;all the crafting stuff I gathered&lt;/a&gt;.  But I also found a copy of my all time favourite golden book! Excuse the picture as it's taken with not much light or experience! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R45ZJjn2kJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/mazUpEeYyeI/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R45ZJjn2kJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/mazUpEeYyeI/s320/P1010003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156156644101886098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to imagine I was the little girl in the story.  I mean I had the dress and I was 5 or 6 at the time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more things that were re-homed were two average looking school uniform tops for Bree - I got them for $1 each, way better than the $35 they charge for new ones!  And great for spares! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls got a fix too, spending $5 each.  Hope bought books, Aimee bought a little scooby doo and Bree bought a doll, hand bag and bibs for her &lt;a href="http://sew-funky.blogspot.com/2008/01/meet-monstas-kylexy-fuzzyskin.html"&gt;monsta Kail&lt;/a&gt; (notice spelling change as it's a girl not a boy, her words not mine!).  You can tell what their current loves are, just by looking at what they bought!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-6189143970156447811?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6189143970156447811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=6189143970156447811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/6189143970156447811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/6189143970156447811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-little-bad-little-girl.html' title='Good little, bad little girl'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R45ZJjn2kJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/mazUpEeYyeI/s72-c/P1010003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-1200160324674384461</id><published>2008-01-17T07:36:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:40:58.587+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>THE BIRTH ORDER OF CHILDREN - funny!</title><content type='html'>This made me laugh, especially since we have three children - thought you could probably do with one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BIRTH ORDER OF CHILDREN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Clothes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You begin wearing maternity clothes as soon as your doctor confirms your pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You wear your regular clothes for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: Your maternity clothes ARE your regular clothes.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparing for the Birth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You practice your breathing religiously.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You don't bother because you remember that last time, breathing didn't do a thing..&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You ask for an epidural in your eighth month.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Layette: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You pre-wash newborn's clothes, color-coordinate them, and fold them neatly in the baby's little bureau.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You check to make sure that the clothes are clean and discard only the ones with the darkest stains.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: Boys can wear pink, can't they?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worries:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: At the first sign of distress-a whimper, a frown-you pick up the baby.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You pick the baby up when her wails threaten to wake your firstborn.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You teach your three-year-old how to rewind the mechanical swing..&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dummy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: If the dummy falls on the floor, you put it away until you can go home and wash and boil it.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: When the dummy falls on the floor, you squirt it off with some juice from the baby's bottle.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You wipe it off on your shirt and pop it back in.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nappy Changing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You change your baby's nappy every hour, whether they need it or not.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You change their nappy every two to three hours, if needed.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You try to change their nappy before others start to complain about the smell or you see it sagging to their knees.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Activities: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swing, and Baby Story Hour.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;3rd ba by: You take your infant to the supermarket and the dry cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going Out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: The first time you leave your baby with a sitter, you call home five times.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: Just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave a number where you can be reached.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You leave instructions for the sitter to call only if she sees blood.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At Home: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby..&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You spend a bit of everyday watching to be sure your older child isn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swallowing Coins (a favourite): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st child: When first child swallows a coin, you rush the child to the hospital and demand x-rays.&lt;br /&gt;2nd child: When second child swallows a coin, you carefully watch for the coin to pass.&lt;br /&gt;3rd child: When third child swallows a coin you deduct it from his allowance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-1200160324674384461?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1200160324674384461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=1200160324674384461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1200160324674384461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1200160324674384461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/birth-order-of-children-funny.html' title='THE BIRTH ORDER OF CHILDREN - funny!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-2591027658608959681</id><published>2008-01-16T18:22:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:26:57.169+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz girl'/><title type='text'>What Dione Means...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;solid and dependable&lt;/span&gt;. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;irresponsible&lt;/span&gt;. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, it's one of those quiz's that you can find what you like in...  I bolded some of what I agreed with - but how can I be both dependable and irresponsible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-2591027658608959681?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2591027658608959681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=2591027658608959681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2591027658608959681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2591027658608959681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-dione-means.html' title='What Dione Means...'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-4697230919208755062</id><published>2008-01-15T08:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T08:08:42.261+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening experiences'/><title type='text'>our garden; beetroot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4uzKTn2kAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/axj7RRDoRFU/s1600-h/P1010004_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4uzKTn2kAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/axj7RRDoRFU/s320/P1010004_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155411188103155714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mmmmm!  Yummy beetroot - fresh out of the garden.  I pulled the last of the beetroot out the garden yesterday.  So I am guessing thats what we are having for dinner tonight.  Nothing like being able to have something fresh out of the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pumpkins are beginning to grow too!  Who'd have thought I would get so excited about this, but it's so cool to see something you've planted from seed come to mature into vegetables!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-4697230919208755062?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4697230919208755062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=4697230919208755062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4697230919208755062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4697230919208755062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-garden-beetroot.html' title='our garden; beetroot'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4uzKTn2kAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/axj7RRDoRFU/s72-c/P1010004_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-7501537015471905841</id><published>2008-01-14T16:06:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:08:30.759+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sew-funky.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4rR4Tn2j8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/BJiO0iwsC9o/s400/sew-funky.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155163488749260738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you want to know what I've been up to craft wise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my new blog - just click on the above image!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-7501537015471905841?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7501537015471905841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=7501537015471905841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/7501537015471905841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/7501537015471905841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-you-want-to-know-what-ive-been-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4rR4Tn2j8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/BJiO0iwsC9o/s72-c/sew-funky.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-2567613396271995972</id><published>2008-01-14T12:14:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:18:54.310+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tramping in Auckland'/><title type='text'>STOMP STOMP - new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stomp-stomp.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4qcAjn2juI/AAAAAAAAAU8/uI6b2xdUQOw/s320/stomp-stomp.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155104256855281378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-faith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt; has started a new blog that chronicles our family tramp's - which we plan on making regular events.  Especially since the girls have really been enjoying them!  Just click on the pic to be taken there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-2567613396271995972?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2567613396271995972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=2567613396271995972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2567613396271995972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2567613396271995972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/stomp-stomp-new-blog.html' title='STOMP STOMP - new blog'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4qcAjn2juI/AAAAAAAAAU8/uI6b2xdUQOw/s72-c/stomp-stomp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-4558899281926259205</id><published>2008-01-14T11:54:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:28:55.830+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free fun activities for kids in Auckland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>We finally made it; Cosseys Dam Walk</title><content type='html'>We finally got &lt;a href="http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-free-things-to-do-in-auckland.html"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday!  And it was SOOOOOO worth the effort too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4qeBzn2jxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/oZ3YK6wmI0o/s1600-h/P1010023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4qeBzn2jxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/oZ3YK6wmI0o/s320/P1010023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155106477353373458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After last weekends fun with the bee, Hope proved to make it fun again tripping up and having the blood to prove it!  Still, it wasn't as bad as the bee sting and we pushed on to make it around the 3 hour loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4qdCTn2jvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nBVOjpDWqoE/s1600-h/hopes+knee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4qdCTn2jvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nBVOjpDWqoE/s320/hopes+knee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155105386431680242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view was stunning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4qeBjn2jwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/UrphQmaxts8/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4qeBjn2jwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/UrphQmaxts8/s320/P1010017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155106473058406146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hard to believe that at one stage this was all just dry land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4qeCTn2jyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/HOxTLNX1Qes/s1600-h/P1010028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4qeCTn2jyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/HOxTLNX1Qes/s320/P1010028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155106485943308066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all felt the pain (well at least the older one's of us felt the pain) on Sunday and hobbled around the &lt;a href="http://www.clevedonfarmersmarket.co.nz/"&gt;Clevedon Farmers Market&lt;/a&gt;.  Which is another awesome thing to do as a family on a lazy Sunday Morning.  While we were there we stopped in at the &lt;a href="http://www.clevedonchocolateshop.co.nz/"&gt;Clevedon Chocolate Shop&lt;/a&gt; - hmmmm, yummy I could spend a whole lot of money there!  And then it was off to the &lt;a href="http://www.lovelyfood.co.nz/?p=5"&gt;Italian Country Market&lt;/a&gt; to sample some fare!  I had the most delicious plum ever, taking me back to my childhood and the amazing plums I had one summer at my Grandma's!  Needless to say, we'll be back for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4qX1jn2jsI/AAAAAAAAAUs/cRR_iB0OAk8/s1600-h/P1010023.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-4558899281926259205?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4558899281926259205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=4558899281926259205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4558899281926259205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4558899281926259205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-finally-made-it-cosseys-dam-walk.html' title='We finally made it; Cosseys Dam Walk'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4qeBzn2jxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/oZ3YK6wmI0o/s72-c/P1010023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-4924543527945175095</id><published>2008-01-06T20:16:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:27:33.837+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free fun activities for kids in Auckland'/><title type='text'>fun free things to do in Auckland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4CC2Tn2jiI/AAAAAAAAATc/UdHf5hCYBE4/s1600-h/P1010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4CC2Tn2jiI/AAAAAAAAATc/UdHf5hCYBE4/s320/P1010025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152261843203821090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What can you do with 6 weeks of holiday's and 3 "bored" kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we've discovered going on tramps (walks) in the local bush have been a fantastic way to keep them entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we attempted a nice tramp in the hunua's to go to Cossey's Dam.  The excitement began with needing to cross a small river over rocks, and ended too quickly with Hope being stung by a bee about 20 minutes later after having to climb 200 steps (no exaggeration!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hasn't deterred us, today we climbed Mangere Mountain and walked to the local pools and back to have a swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All free activities, except for the petrol to get to Hunua and Mangere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-4924543527945175095?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4924543527945175095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=4924543527945175095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4924543527945175095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4924543527945175095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-free-things-to-do-in-auckland.html' title='fun free things to do in Auckland'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R4CC2Tn2jiI/AAAAAAAAATc/UdHf5hCYBE4/s72-c/P1010025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-5896631513933027453</id><published>2008-01-01T10:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:53:21.129+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz girl'/><title type='text'>The Recipe For Dione</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;The Recipe For Dione&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/drink.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts Whimsy&lt;br /&gt;2 parts Instinct&lt;br /&gt;1 part Magnetism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash of Allure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve over ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's the Recipe for Your Personality?&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/22631251-5896631513933027453?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5896631513933027453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=5896631513933027453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5896631513933027453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5896631513933027453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2008/01/recipe-for-dione.html' title='The Recipe For Dione'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-5189105379256705733</id><published>2007-12-19T16:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:30:31.379+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Report time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R2iQSzn2jPI/AAAAAAAAARA/4Qftr1S6fiQ/s1600-h/ReportCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R2iQSzn2jPI/AAAAAAAAARA/4Qftr1S6fiQ/s200/ReportCard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145521227040197874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, it's that time of the year again.  End of the school year and report time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first year all the girls have been in school.  Hope &amp;amp; Briahna started school half way through the year, and Aimee continued to attend the special school.  I am so pleased with their reports, I was quite anxious that they get good ones.  I don't know what it is about being a mum, but I always feel somehow responsible for my children's behaviour and grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am especially proud of the effort part of all three girl's reports.  Jonathan and I, both, are greatly encouraged when our girls do their work with a good attitude, and work ethic.  Briahna got A's in all her subject's for effort - WELL DONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-5189105379256705733?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5189105379256705733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=5189105379256705733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5189105379256705733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5189105379256705733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/12/report-time.html' title='Report time...'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R2iQSzn2jPI/AAAAAAAAARA/4Qftr1S6fiQ/s72-c/ReportCard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-4098018702192744070</id><published>2007-12-18T13:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:57:23.655+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz girl'/><title type='text'>Christmas Elf Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jokesunlimited.com/christmas_elf_name.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.jokesunlimited.com/elfnames/smallelf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas Elf Name is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.jokesunlimited.com/elfnames/firstnames/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.jokesunlimited.com/elfnames/secondnames/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jokesunlimited.com/christmas_elf_name.php"&gt;Get your Christmas Elf Name&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.jokesunlimited.com/"&gt;JokesUnlimited.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Pretty hilarious, eh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTc5MzkyODc3MzEmcHQ9MTE5NzkzOTMwMTA5NiZwPTkwNjQxJmQ9Q2hyaXN*bWFzK*VsZitOYW1lJm49.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-4098018702192744070?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4098018702192744070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=4098018702192744070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4098018702192744070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4098018702192744070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-elf-name-my-christmas-elf.html' title='Christmas Elf Name'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-5681905198152780965</id><published>2007-12-14T15:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:00:18.343+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>thank you teacher!</title><content type='html'>I wanted to swing so high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;the other kids could I wanted to try&lt;br /&gt;I sat down alone and held on tight&lt;br /&gt;I kicked my feet with all my might&lt;br /&gt;but the swing stayed still it didn't sway&lt;br /&gt;and I learned a special lesson that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need a push to start&lt;br /&gt;a gentle nudge from a caring heart&lt;br /&gt;You saw in me the potential to soar&lt;br /&gt;You encouraged me to try so much more&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I struggled, kicking my feet&lt;br /&gt;You never let me give me up in defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you, teacher, for giving me&lt;br /&gt;the push I needed for all I could be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-5681905198152780965?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5681905198152780965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=5681905198152780965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5681905198152780965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5681905198152780965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/12/thank-you-teacher.html' title='thank you teacher!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-2912695356262317184</id><published>2007-12-14T07:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:13:38.263+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>And the class prize goes to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;drum roll please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R2GCCAajtVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3wfAmSgJakI/s1600-h/aimeeclassprize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R2GCCAajtVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3wfAmSgJakI/s400/aimeeclassprize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143535220416558418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AIMEE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the proud parent's of a very special girl who has been recognised for all the hard work she has put into her school work this year!  GO AIMEE!  She also got the best school report we've ever had for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a little overwhelmed because she had no idea that she was going to win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-2912695356262317184?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2912695356262317184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=2912695356262317184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2912695356262317184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2912695356262317184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-class-prize-goes-to.html' title='And the class prize goes to....'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R2GCCAajtVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3wfAmSgJakI/s72-c/aimeeclassprize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-9108801171270092928</id><published>2007-12-03T16:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:13:27.063+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><title type='text'>save me from myself - Brian 'head' Welch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.headtochrist.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R1N_yUXbG0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/I0ppwETee94/s200/smfm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139592102197009218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have just finished reading the above book after borrowing it from Josh.  It was a great read, and although I've never had the "dramatic" testimony that he has, I found myself relating to a lot of what he had to say.  Especially the stuff about depression.  I've suffered on and off from a malingering depression, most of the time brought on by a visit from my folks or a remembering of my childhood.  Anyhow,  I was most moved at the end of his story and I will copy the excerpt here - I highly recommend you all read &lt;a href="http://www.headtochrist.com/index.html"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save Me From Myself - Page 214-215&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...But then one day I finally realised that screaming at God and begging him to take away my pain wasn't going to work.  So I completely surrendered myself and stopped fighting him and I asked him what he wanted me to do.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JUST WORSHIP ME.  PRAISE ME AND WORSHIP ME THROUGH THE PAIN.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cried and worshipped the Lord in stillness and silence, listening to worship music and laying on the ground in his presence.  It was time for God to do all the work, and it was time for me to be quiet. That's what got me through those dark times.  Because God inhabits the praises of his people (Psalm 22:3), and he was right there with me the whole time.  He taught me that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; thing I needed to do was to be still and quiet while the pain surfaces, and then I could just cry it away......&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.....It was very hard to cry so much during that season, but God helped me by showing me that the divine light of his Spirit was shining in my soul, burning away all of the junk from my pas, and replacing it with the wisdom of his unconditional love - which was exactly what I needed in my soul - love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-9108801171270092928?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9108801171270092928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=9108801171270092928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/9108801171270092928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/9108801171270092928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/12/save-me-from-myself-brian-head-welch.html' title='save me from myself - Brian &apos;head&apos; Welch'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R1N_yUXbG0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/I0ppwETee94/s72-c/smfm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-8318038591146702558</id><published>2007-11-22T15:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:24:01.407+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>flowers, flowers everywhere!</title><content type='html'>Today brought back many memories of flower show day's of years past.  Every year my school would make us endure a day of flower arranging to be judged.  I hated the scrutiny, but today found me wishing better memories for the girls as they faced their first one.  Briahna got a highly commended for her little seed owl!  Hope's all looked great, and if I was the judge she would have won a prize for her fantasy tray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pic's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briahna and Hope had their hair done to go with the theme... [flowers from our garden!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0Tybhcbb7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/8ovfJ64gH-E/s1600-h/breehair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0Tybhcbb7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/8ovfJ64gH-E/s200/breehair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135496029757206450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0Tyxhcbb8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ek8IK_s6fkw/s1600-h/hopehair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0Tyxhcbb8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ek8IK_s6fkw/s200/hopehair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135496407714328514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree's Winning Bird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0T0shcbcFI/AAAAAAAAALw/_YwwgMc_GTY/s1600-h/breeseedbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0T0shcbcFI/AAAAAAAAALw/_YwwgMc_GTY/s200/breeseedbird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135498520838238290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree's Table Arrangement;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0TzfBcbb-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/bOqcr5KSvA0/s1600-h/breelowflowertablearrangement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0TzfBcbb-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/bOqcr5KSvA0/s200/breelowflowertablearrangement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135497189398376418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree's Pressed Flower Candle;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0TzfRcbb_I/AAAAAAAAALA/FjTwzpoJ2ew/s1600-h/breepressedflowercandle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0TzfRcbb_I/AAAAAAAAALA/FjTwzpoJ2ew/s200/breepressedflowercandle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135497193693343730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree's Pressed Flower Frame;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0TzfxcbcAI/AAAAAAAAALI/RQdCm5Pwfpo/s1600-h/breepressedflowerframe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0TzfxcbcAI/AAAAAAAAALI/RQdCm5Pwfpo/s200/breepressedflowerframe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135497202283278338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree's Grassapillar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0TzIhcbb9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/QcDmIrPfccA/s1600-h/breegrasspillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0TzIhcbb9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/QcDmIrPfccA/s200/breegrasspillar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135496802851319762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope's Unusual Container;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0T0axcbcDI/AAAAAAAAALg/6SIh9GbyXzc/s1600-h/hopeunusualcontainer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0T0axcbcDI/AAAAAAAAALg/6SIh9GbyXzc/s200/hopeunusualcontainer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135498215895560242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope's Pressed Flower Frame;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0T0chcbcEI/AAAAAAAAALo/9YjmIW-cixg/s1600-h/P1010237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0T0chcbcEI/AAAAAAAAALo/9YjmIW-cixg/s200/P1010237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135498245960331330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope's Fantasy Tray;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0Tz4BcbcBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LQqQgR-zPsw/s1600-h/hopefantasytray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0Tz4BcbcBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LQqQgR-zPsw/s200/hopefantasytray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135497618895106066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope's Grasshead;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0Tz4hcbcCI/AAAAAAAAALY/DUCagqHRFZw/s1600-h/hopegrasshead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0Tz4hcbcCI/AAAAAAAAALY/DUCagqHRFZw/s200/hopegrasshead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135497627485040674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done to both of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-8318038591146702558?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8318038591146702558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=8318038591146702558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8318038591146702558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8318038591146702558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/11/flowers-flowers-everywhere.html' title='flowers, flowers everywhere!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/R0Tybhcbb7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/8ovfJ64gH-E/s72-c/breehair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-5129090030614193321</id><published>2007-11-14T13:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:02:16.047+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softies'/><title type='text'>softies; ugli monsta #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RzpFFhL5QoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-nXwdnHWBfo/s1600-h/ugly%2Bmonsta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RzpFFhL5QoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-nXwdnHWBfo/s200/ugly%2Bmonsta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132490686452023938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you've known me a while - you know that I get really intense about what interests me.  I find something I like and go go go for it for the next week or two, then the interest dies off and I don't pick it up for months.  I love projects that are quick and easy, otherwise they end up in the unfinished basket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I began a new adventure making soft toys!  I have no idea what I will eventually do with them, prolly give them away...  Like the one pictured which was my first attempt at a monsta! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I have made 4 different soft toys and the girls have made a whole load too!  I will try and take photo's of our attempts and post them soon!  The blue monsta has a new home at &lt;a href="http://my-faith.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-my-wife.html"&gt;Jonathan's&lt;/a&gt; work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-5129090030614193321?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5129090030614193321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=5129090030614193321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5129090030614193321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5129090030614193321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/11/softies-ugli-monsta-1.html' title='softies; ugli monsta #1'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RzpFFhL5QoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-nXwdnHWBfo/s72-c/ugly%2Bmonsta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-2607081992720527590</id><published>2007-11-13T14:10:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:12:38.595+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youttubevid'/><title type='text'>Because of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLi0yBmPe0k"&gt;"Because Of You" - Kelly Clarkson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;br /&gt;I will not let myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart so much misery&lt;br /&gt;I will not break the way you did,&lt;br /&gt;You fell so hard&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;To never let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to fake&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a laugh everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you die&lt;br /&gt;I heard you cry every night in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so young&lt;br /&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I try my hardest just to forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-2607081992720527590?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2607081992720527590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=2607081992720527590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2607081992720527590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2607081992720527590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/11/because-of-you.html' title='Because of you'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-8448967538472523313</id><published>2007-11-09T09:35:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T09:52:35.260+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><title type='text'>i've been thinking: parenting</title><content type='html'>yep!  I've been at it again ... thinking, pondering, wondering, supposing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes from having my parents to stay last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to go into what kind of parents they were to me, but they weren't great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all made me think about what kind of parent I want to be, and also what is really required of us to be the best parent we can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with two words that I think encompass what it means to be a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; required of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nurture &amp;amp; protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's what I think anyhow.  These two words encompass everything good and everything my parents didn't do for me.  I don't mean (by nurture &amp;amp; protection) that you stunt your children by not allowing them to become independent.  You allow your children to become independant by being relevant to appropriate age and development.  By simplifying my parenting style, I feel like it's not such a hard thing to be a good parent.  It has empowered me to love my children for who they are where they are.  They are not some label to be worked out by reading a book.  I get to read them myself, as individuals.  They really are gorgeous girls, who have so much neatness about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the biggest mistake my parents made with me was that they never really wanted to KNOW me.  They didn't bother to find out who I was, to unravel the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-8448967538472523313?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8448967538472523313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=8448967538472523313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8448967538472523313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8448967538472523313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-been-thinking-parenting.html' title='i&apos;ve been thinking: parenting'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-4908711493732727970</id><published>2007-11-09T09:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:02:47.809+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>protect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="me"&gt;pro·tect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/premium.gif" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fprotect"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/speaker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;prəˈtɛkt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;pr&lt;i&gt;uh&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;b&gt;tekt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation"&gt;Show IPA Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–verb (used with object)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to defend or guard from attack, invasion, loss, annoyance, insult, etc.; cover or shield from injury or danger. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Economics&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;to guard (the industry or an industry of a nation) from foreign competition by imposing import duties. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to provide funds for the payment of (a draft, note, etc.). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="pg"&gt;–verb (used without object)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to provide, or be capable of providing, protection: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a floor wax that protects as well as shines. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr class="ety"&gt;&lt;div class="ety"&gt;[Origin: &lt;span class="rom-inline"&gt;1520–30; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;&gt;prōtéctus,&lt;/i&gt; ptp. of &lt;i&gt;prōtegere&lt;/i&gt; to cover in front, equiv. to &lt;i&gt;prō-&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=pro-" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;pro-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="x"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;i&gt;teg-,&lt;/i&gt; s. of &lt;i&gt;tegere&lt;/i&gt; to cover (akin to &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=toga" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;toga&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=thatch" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;thatch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) + &lt;i&gt;-tus&lt;/i&gt; ptp. suffix&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-4908711493732727970?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4908711493732727970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=4908711493732727970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4908711493732727970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4908711493732727970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/11/protect.html' title='protect'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-1363095182119366464</id><published>2007-11-09T08:39:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:00:35.737+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>nurture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="me"&gt;nur·ture&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/premium.gif" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fnurture"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/speaker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈnɜr&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;tʃər&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nur&lt;/b&gt;-cher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation"&gt;Show IPA Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;verb,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;-tured, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;-tur·ing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–verb (used with object)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to feed and protect: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to nurture one's offspring. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to support and encourage, as during the period of training or development; foster: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to nurture promising musicians. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to bring up; train; educate. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;rearing, upbringing, training, education, or the like. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;development: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;the nurture of young artists. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;something that nourishes; nourishment; food. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr class="ety"&gt;&lt;div class="ety"&gt;[Origin: &lt;span class="rom-inline"&gt;1300–50; &lt;/span&gt;(n.) ME &lt;i&gt;norture&lt;/i&gt; &lt;&gt;nourriture &lt;&gt;nūtrītūra a nourishing, equiv. to L &lt;i&gt;nūtrīt&lt;/i&gt;(&lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;) (ptp. of &lt;i&gt;nūtrīre&lt;/i&gt; to feed, &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=nourish" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;nourish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) + &lt;i&gt;-ūra&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=-ure" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;-ure&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;(v.) deriv. of the n.&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-1363095182119366464?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1363095182119366464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=1363095182119366464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1363095182119366464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1363095182119366464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/11/nurture.html' title='nurture'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-1895165796811587554</id><published>2007-10-25T10:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:29:17.145+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz girl'/><title type='text'>what colour am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#87CEFA" border=1 width="50%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;big&gt;you are lightskyblue&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;#87CEFA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=-1&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your dominant hues are cyan and blue. You like people and enjoy making friends. You're conservative and like to make sure things make sense before you step into them, especially in relationships. You are curious but respected for your opinions by people who you sometimes wouldn't even suspect.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your saturation level is lower than average - You don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. Finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but you schedule time as you see fit and the important things all happen in the end, even if not everyone sees your grand master plan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/quizzes/colors"&gt;the spacefem.com html color quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-1895165796811587554?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1895165796811587554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=1895165796811587554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1895165796811587554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1895165796811587554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-colour-am-i.html' title='what colour am i?'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-8982574636064079491</id><published>2007-10-25T10:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:11:22.379+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youttubevid'/><title type='text'>these small hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mT6EVIIcLLo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mT6EVIIcLLo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it go,&lt;br /&gt;let it roll right off your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;don't you know&lt;br /&gt;the hardest part is over&lt;br /&gt;let it in,&lt;br /&gt;let your clarity define you&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;we will only just remember how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lives are made&lt;br /&gt;in these small hours&lt;br /&gt;these little wonders,&lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;time falls away,&lt;br /&gt;but these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;these small hours still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it slide,&lt;br /&gt;let your troubles fall behind you&lt;br /&gt;let it shine&lt;br /&gt;until you feel it all around you&lt;br /&gt;and i don't mind&lt;br /&gt;if it's me you need to turn to&lt;br /&gt;we?ll get by,&lt;br /&gt;it's the heart that really matters in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lives are made&lt;br /&gt;in these small hours&lt;br /&gt;these little wonders,&lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;time falls away,&lt;br /&gt;but these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;these small hours still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of my regret&lt;br /&gt;will wash away some how&lt;br /&gt;but i can not forget&lt;br /&gt;the way i feel right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in these small hours&lt;br /&gt;these little wonders&lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;time falls away but these small hours&lt;br /&gt;these small hours, still remain,&lt;br /&gt;still remain&lt;br /&gt;these little wonders&lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;time falls away&lt;br /&gt;but these small hours&lt;br /&gt;these little wonders still remain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-8982574636064079491?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8982574636064079491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=8982574636064079491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8982574636064079491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8982574636064079491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/10/these-small-hours.html' title='these small hours'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-6638774876720146924</id><published>2007-10-15T12:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:22:37.488+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz girl'/><title type='text'>RIGHT brain v LEFT Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RxKjjcWuvAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Sq7hfHvOKXc/s1600-h/rightleft.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RxKjjcWuvAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Sq7hfHvOKXc/s200/rightleft.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121335555575954434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is she turning clock-wise or anti-clockwise? CLICK ON THE IMAGE TO SEE HER TURN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If clockwise, then you use more of the right side of the brain and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us would see the dancer turning anti-clockwise though you can try to focus and change the direction; see if you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uses logic&lt;br /&gt;detail oriented&lt;br /&gt;facts rule&lt;br /&gt;words and language&lt;br /&gt;present and past&lt;br /&gt;math and science&lt;br /&gt;can comprehend&lt;br /&gt;knowing&lt;br /&gt;acknowledges&lt;br /&gt;order/pattern perception&lt;br /&gt;knows object name&lt;br /&gt;reality based&lt;br /&gt;forms strategies&lt;br /&gt;practical&lt;br /&gt;safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIGHT BRAIN FUNCTIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uses feeling&lt;br /&gt;"big picture" oriented&lt;br /&gt;imagination rules&lt;br /&gt;symbols and images&lt;br /&gt;present and future&lt;br /&gt;philosophy &amp;amp; religion&lt;br /&gt;can "get it" (i.e. meaning)&lt;br /&gt;believes&lt;br /&gt;appreciates&lt;br /&gt;spatial perception&lt;br /&gt;knows object function&lt;br /&gt;fantasy based&lt;br /&gt;presents possibilities&lt;br /&gt;impetuous&lt;br /&gt;risk taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a right brainer...  interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-6638774876720146924?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6638774876720146924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=6638774876720146924&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/6638774876720146924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/6638774876720146924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/10/right-brain-v-left-brain.html' title='RIGHT brain v LEFT Brain'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RxKjjcWuvAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Sq7hfHvOKXc/s72-c/rightleft.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-2951331592857490149</id><published>2007-10-08T11:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:07:23.871+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youttubevid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Koyaanisqatski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;I began another bad day today...  Didn't take much, just the taxi forgetting to pick Aimee up for school, and it made for a bad start.  Bree is sick still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was driving to the doctor's I remembered this song, that we had my sister sing for us at our wedding.  I am reminded of the love Jonathan and I share - he is a great support to me, even in the darkest times...  I am grateful that God brought him into my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UgprBjvDQsg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UgprBjvDQsg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-2951331592857490149?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2951331592857490149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=2951331592857490149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2951331592857490149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2951331592857490149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-began-another-bad-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-472613163522289374</id><published>2007-10-08T11:41:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T11:42:08.337+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><title type='text'>lyrics 4 bad day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, yeah, yeaaah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, had a bad day)&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, yeah, yeah, yeeeeah)&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, had a bad day)&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day...&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day...&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-472613163522289374?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/472613163522289374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=472613163522289374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/472613163522289374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/472613163522289374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/10/lyrics-4-bad-day.html' title='lyrics 4 bad day...'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-5566253949796165476</id><published>2007-10-06T15:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:07:50.377+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youttubevid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><title type='text'>you had a bad day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;:) I haven't posted on here since July - eek!  I am still alive, just !!!  Image shack has lost my title image.... weird, so I will get on to the man about designing me a new header, see you all soon - promise!&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIcFgl6zf3A"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIcFgl6zf3A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-5566253949796165476?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5566253949796165476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=5566253949796165476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5566253949796165476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5566253949796165476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-had-bad-day.html' title='you had a bad day....'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-3006260359888127789</id><published>2007-07-29T15:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T15:28:38.879+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'>booties galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RqwF5f12HkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IhENHekOlYM/s1600-h/bootiespic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RqwF5f12HkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IhENHekOlYM/s200/bootiespic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092451764007214658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you give people who've had a baby, when it seems like everyone around you is having them?!  My solution = booties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy the past week knitting some sweet booties - gosh, they look so small!  I trialled 2 patterns before deciding on one I liked, and I have knitted 6 pairs so far.  The 3 to the side are ones that are to be given out tonight at cession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my favourite bootie pattern, so I won't misplace it in the real world! hehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast on 34 stitches and knit 12 rows.&lt;br /&gt;On the next row, knit 20 stitches, knit 2 together and then turn.&lt;br /&gt;*Slip a stitch (with yarn in front), purl 6, purl 2 together then turn.&lt;br /&gt;Slip a stitch (with yarn in back), knit 6, knit 2 together then turn.*&lt;br /&gt;Do the above set 8 more times, so you knit back and forth on those centre 6 stitches, picking up 2 together on either end, for approx 10 rows, or until you have 24 stitches on your needles.  (take a count each row to make sure)&lt;br /&gt;On the last one, knit to the end of the row.&lt;br /&gt;Create an eyelet row for ties: Purl first two stitches, yo, knit 2 together until the end of the row.&lt;br /&gt;Now, knit 20 rows to make the rollover cuff.  Cast off.&lt;br /&gt;Stitch the bootie from toe to cuff and turn the right way.&lt;br /&gt;Add ribbon, crocheted yarn or knitted yarn for ties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-3006260359888127789?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3006260359888127789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=3006260359888127789&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/3006260359888127789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/3006260359888127789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/07/booties-galore.html' title='booties galore!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RqwF5f12HkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IhENHekOlYM/s72-c/bootiespic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-8158154394557731794</id><published>2007-07-25T10:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:11:10.980+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz girl'/><title type='text'>The Love Language Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="clsLabel3"&gt;Here are my results after doing the love language test&lt;a href="http://www.greaterquest.com/LoveLanguages.asp"&gt; here:&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clsLabel3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Scores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clsLabel3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8                               - Words of Affirmation&lt;br /&gt;   5                                 - Quality Time&lt;br /&gt;   7                                  - Receiving of Gifts&lt;br /&gt;   8                                  - Acts of Service&lt;br /&gt;   2                                  - Physical Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the book a few years ago - and it's interesting as my languages have changed a little - I never much used to be an acts of service girl.  But look at the physical touch one... lol, couldn't get much lower there!  I think that the test reflects the fact that I am a busy mum of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - go &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.greaterquest.com/LoveLanguages.asp"&gt;check it out!&lt;/a&gt;  See what you come out with.  Is it fairly true of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="750"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-8158154394557731794?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8158154394557731794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=8158154394557731794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8158154394557731794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8158154394557731794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-language-test.html' title='The Love Language Test'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-4953789046871676458</id><published>2007-07-19T11:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T11:28:34.966+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>loving SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rp6h5D6EbSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HMm4XdBXJ84/s1600-h/school1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rp6h5D6EbSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HMm4XdBXJ84/s200/school1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088682630648720674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Knowing you've made the right decision isn't the same thing as feeling great about it.  At least that is what I've been learning lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls absolutely LOVE school, which I'm glad about.  Still, I miss them and it's very quiet - overwhelmingly quiet!  I could, however, get used to the silence - I like it.  But it's been 11 years since I had any peace - so it could take a little time to get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-4953789046871676458?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4953789046871676458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=4953789046871676458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4953789046871676458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4953789046871676458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/07/loving-school.html' title='loving SCHOOL'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rp6h5D6EbSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HMm4XdBXJ84/s72-c/school1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-1846293754155317982</id><published>2007-07-15T21:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:12:26.225+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourite things swap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'>time flys a.k.a. what i've been up to</title><content type='html'>well, 2 weeks have flown by - school is back tomorrow (for Aimee anyway).  The other 2 start school on Tuesday.  I think I have everything covered (needs wise - we took them out shopping for shoes &amp; lunch boxes etc on Thursday).  The girls are very excited about it all!!!  I am, however, feeling conflicted - I think I am going to miss them terribly, and I am going to have to get used to my own company.  It's not a bad thing - just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RpnxmD6EbNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4azSJv1rSLo/s1600-h/hairclips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RpnxmD6EbNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4azSJv1rSLo/s200/hairclips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087362890277874898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been busy this holiday's doing crafty things.  I knitted 5 hat &amp; scarf sets, and discovered how easy it is to make little &lt;a href="http://angrychicken.typepad.com/angry_chicken/2007/06/this_house_is_w.html"&gt;felt covers for hairclips&lt;/a&gt; - I have currently made 10 pairs of hairclips.  I will at some stage post the pattern for the hat I made - mainly so that I will always have access to it.  I lost the last great hat pattern, forgot completely how I made them.  I promise to get a photo up of the hats too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rpnxyj6EbOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JWbp6xQb9R8/s1600-h/favthings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rpnxyj6EbOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JWbp6xQb9R8/s200/favthings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087363105026239714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recieved my &lt;a href="http://according-to-kelly.blogspot.com/2007/05/drum-roll-please.html"&gt;favourite things swap&lt;/a&gt; parcel from my swap partner &lt;a href="http://lizjaredstanley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt;.  All I can say is YUMMY japanese candy - mmmmm! mmmm!  I haven't read the book yet though - I guess I will have a lot more time for reading now the girls are going to school, so I will get to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-1846293754155317982?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1846293754155317982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=1846293754155317982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1846293754155317982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1846293754155317982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-flys-aka-what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='time flys a.k.a. what i&apos;ve been up to'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RpnxmD6EbNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4azSJv1rSLo/s72-c/hairclips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-369891324185148029</id><published>2007-06-29T10:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:30:24.355+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>list|things i need to organise before the girls go to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RoQ2c5N3vcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YcOZw95PbP8/s1600-h/school1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RoQ2c5N3vcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YcOZw95PbP8/s200/school1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081246149603999170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like lists - I write them once, and remember what I need to do.  It enables me to spend less time worrying about the things I may have forgotten to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes the start of my list of things I need to do/organise before the girls start school in just over a fortnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* new lunch boxes/drink bottles need to be purchased.&lt;br /&gt;* new uniforms need to be purchased (this is going to happen the day before they start).&lt;br /&gt;* decision needs to be made about which uniform items need to be purchased.&lt;br /&gt;* new black shoes need to be purchased.&lt;br /&gt;* find out the girls birth certificates &amp;amp; immunisation certificates.&lt;br /&gt;* organise taxi to stop bringing Aimee home, I will be picking her up on the way to get the girls each afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;* I need to start thinking about lunch ideas and how we will organise the days ie. lunches made and uniforms out and ready before bedtime.  Everyone in this house would be considered anti-morning people - so we have to put thought into such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so exciting - Hope spent last night asking, "Am I really going to school Mummy?", every few minutes.  She just can't get it out of her mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-369891324185148029?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/369891324185148029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=369891324185148029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/369891324185148029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/369891324185148029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/06/listthings-i-need-to-organise-before.html' title='list|things i need to organise before the girls go to school'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RoQ2c5N3vcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YcOZw95PbP8/s72-c/school1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-8020718974573323100</id><published>2007-06-28T08:11:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T09:06:34.579+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>breaking news|hope &amp; bree are going to school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RoLRFZN3vaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/F3iepLPBZMA/s1600-h/school1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RoLRFZN3vaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/F3iepLPBZMA/s200/school1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080853220225957282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...   A lot of you know that we home school, we have done for almost 4 years now.  I have really enjoyed nurturing and teaching my children.  They both really love learning, and it has been a both wonderful and sometimes challenging journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reason for home schooling in the first place, was based almost entirely on the fact that we live in a pretty bad school district.  Hope was not being challenged educationally, and was in her words, "bored".  She had started school knowing how to read (she was reading chapter books at the time), knowing basic math (how to add &amp; subtract), but by the end of her first year she had lost a lot of the knowledge she had begun with.  The school she was attending, did not want to encourage her too much, and told me that they very rarely, if ever, move a child up a class level.  Also, as our house backed onto "said school", I was hearing things I didn't think were appropriate over the fence.  I could hear Hope's teacher yelling at the class - which is, I think, totally reprehensible!  No child deserves to be yelled at, especially not by someone they are supposed to be learning from.  So, at the end of 2002 we took it all into our own hands, and decided to home school.  It was scary for us, especially because we had a picture in our minds of home schoolers being a real odd bunch - were we willing to become part of that?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Aimee turned 5, we began to home school her - it was a real struggle and I didn't quite understand why, until she was diagnosed with an autistic spectrum disorder at the end of that year.  I was not sure what to do, and so we put her into school.  The same school that had been so terrible for Hope.  At the time, I didn't know there was any other option, and I was basically just reacting.  She now goes to a satellite class which is under a special school.  I am hoping that at some point we will be able to put her into a mainstream school.  She is doing so well now academically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briahna has never been to school.  She has never had a problem educationally, and it was very exciting when, last year, she learned to read!  One of my proudest moments, as a home schooling mum, I would have to say!  Hope was a self-taught reader and Aimee learned to read at school.  Being the youngest child in our family, Bree is a bit of a mummy's girl and has needed some encouragement to come out of her shell around other people.  I love her to bits though!  I have been lucky to have been blessed with 3 wonderfully different, unique girls - and I love them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope came to me at the beginning of this year, and told me that she wanted to be a doctor more than anything else, when she grew up.  It gave me a scare, because how was I going to teach her all the things she needed to get into medical school.  Science has always been a scary subject to me.  What to do?!?  I want to support my children in whatever endeavour they choose, so I had a dilemma.  To begin with, I didn't want to think about school.  I KNEW, without a doubt, that my children wouldn't be going to the school next door.  I had no idea what school, if any, I would feel comfortable about sending the girls to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, I had come to terms with the idea that home schooling might be coming to an end for us.  I decided I needed to find the right school.  We couldn't afford private education - unless we won the lottery - and so we were stuck with looking at public school or christian school options.  It seemed every option we looked at in the christian sector had a waiting list 50 feet long.  So that was, at least for now, a no goer.  I had, by this stage, decided that it was an all or nothing thing - both of the girls would be put into school.  I wanted to find a school that took both age-groups.  Hope will be intermediate (middle school) age next year, and it would be nice not to have to travel to more than 2 schools, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago, I was chatting to a friend of mine on the phone - she just happens to be a teacher - about my school worries, when she suggested a certain country school that she had taught a music class at over term 1 &amp;amp; 2 of this year.  She said the teachers were fantastic, and that the principal was a christian guy.  So, I looked the school up on the internet - great thing this internet is, for researching schools.  I emailed the school secretary and set up a meeting time - we went yesterday.  It has all happened so quickly - because we signed all the forms for their enrollment and they start school on Tuesday, 17th July, after the holidays.  When you KNOW something is right, things can happen seemingly fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is awesome.  It is a little country school (it has a roll of 154 students).  They have calf day, a flower day and bible-in-schools.  The classrooms go no bigger than around 20 students, and it is about 15 minutes drive away from our front doorstep.  Truly AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little cling-on (Briahna) was very taken with the school, and I am left thinking that it will be me crying when I leave her at school.  She is going to have a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is the completely right way for our family to go.  We have discussed whether or not I will return to work, but at present I am going to be a "lady of leisure".  Yeah right, hehehe, actually I already have most days booked out to do things.  Mainly Music, Children's Church, coffee groups...  and no stress about whether the girls are doing enough "book-work".  I will definitely miss them during the day, it's going to be quieter and tidier.  I can put the school room into better use - a big craft room - YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-8020718974573323100?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8020718974573323100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=8020718974573323100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8020718974573323100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8020718974573323100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/06/breaking-newshope-bree-are-going-to.html' title='breaking news|hope &amp; bree are going to school!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RoLRFZN3vaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/F3iepLPBZMA/s72-c/school1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-708342312658566576</id><published>2007-06-28T07:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T09:47:25.381+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autism'/><title type='text'>For Chosen Mothers</title><content type='html'>Blogger doesn't always tell me when people comment on my blog - and it's a shame because I just discovered a really great post &lt;a href="http://laurieturk.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-been-to-holland-its-life-changing.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, after someone read &lt;a href="http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome-to-holland.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a poem that she has on &lt;a href="http://www.executivehomemaker.com/content.asp?pid=49&amp;id=555"&gt;her website&lt;/a&gt;:-  (be warned - it's a tear jerker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Chosen Mothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit.  This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of a child with special needs. Did you ever wonder how mothers like this are chosen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Armstrong, Beth, son.  Patron saint, Matthew.  Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia.  Rudledge, Carrie, twins. Patron saint... give her Jude.  He's used to profanity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally, He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a child with special needs."  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The angel curious. "Why this one, God?  She's so happy."  "Exactly", smiles God.  "Could I give a child with special needs a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But has she patience?" asked the angel.  "I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a seal of self-pity and despair.  Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I watched her today.  She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother.  You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world  She has to make him live in her world and that is not going to be easy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This one is perfect.  She has just enough selfishness."  The angels gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"  God nods.  "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive.  Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she's to be envied.  She will never take for granted a 'spoken word'.  She will never consider a 'step' ordinary.  When her child says "Mama' for the first time she will be present at a miracle and know it!  When she describes a tree or sunset to her child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...  ignorance, cruelty, prejudice... and allow her to rise above them.  She will never be alone.  I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And what about her patron saint?"  asks the angel, her pen poised in mid-air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God smiles.  "A mirror will suffice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-708342312658566576?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/708342312658566576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=708342312658566576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/708342312658566576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/708342312658566576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-chosen-mothers.html' title='For Chosen Mothers'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-6455208894814984142</id><published>2007-06-27T09:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T09:18:31.254+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday season'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday MUM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RoLTgpN3vbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kJ5zmC68knw/s1600-h/HappyBirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RoLTgpN3vbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kJ5zmC68knw/s400/HappyBirthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080855887400648114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear Muuuuuuuum&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hip Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a fantastic day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-6455208894814984142?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6455208894814984142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=6455208894814984142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/6455208894814984142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/6455208894814984142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-mum.html' title='Happy Birthday MUM!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RoLTgpN3vbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kJ5zmC68knw/s72-c/HappyBirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-2289111313566912013</id><published>2007-06-22T07:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T08:01:06.714+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autism'/><title type='text'>NEWS|Protein mutations link to autism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       &lt;!-- S BO --&gt; &lt;!-- S IIMA --&gt;     &lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="203"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;    &lt;div&gt;     &lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42394000/jpg/_42394876_autism_outline203.jpg" alt="Boy with autism" border="0" height="152" hspace="0" vspace="0" width="203" /&gt;     &lt;div class="cap"&gt;Autism impairs social interaction&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;         &lt;!-- E IIMA --&gt; &lt;!-- S SF --&gt; &lt;b&gt;From &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/6221064.stm"&gt;BBC World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists have discovered how mutations in two key proteins may lead to autism.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They have shown one protein increases the excitability of nerve cells, while the other inhibits cell activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The University of Texas team found that in normal circumstances the proteins balance each other out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the study, published in Neuron, suggests that in people with autism the balance between the proteins is knocked out of kilter. &lt;!-- E SF --&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         &lt;!-- S IBOX --&gt;  &lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="208"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/shared/img/o.gif" alt="" border="0" height="1" hspace="0" vspace="0" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td class="sibtbg"&gt;                                                                                &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="mva"&gt;   &lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/img/v3/start_quote_rb.gif" alt="" border="0" height="13" width="24" /&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Understanding how the autistic brain is different to the neurotypical brain will have significant implications for education and intervention&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/img/v3/end_quote_rb.gif" alt="" align="right" border="0" height="13" vspace="0" width="23" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;                                                            &lt;div class="mva"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Professor Simon Baron-Cohen&lt;br /&gt;University of Cambridge&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;                              &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;       &lt;!-- E IBOX --&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The findings back the theory that autism involves an imbalance between excitatory and inhibitory connections between nerve cells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The proteins, which serve to physically link nerve cells together, were discovered by the team at the university's Southwestern Medical Center more than a decade ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, until the latest study their exact function had been unclear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lead researcher Dr Ege Kavalali said: "Mutations in these proteins have recently been linked to certain varieties of autism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"This work provides clear insight into how the proteins function. We can never design a therapeutic strategy without knowing what these mutations do." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bridge between cells&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The proteins - neuroligin-1 and neuroligin-2 - create a physical bridge at the junction - or synapse - of nerve cells, enabling them to make connections with others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In studies on rats the researchers showed that raising levels of both proteins in nerve cells led to the creation of extra synapses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neuroligin-1 was associated with excitatory connections and neuroligin-2 with inhibitory connections. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When they introduced a mutant form of neuroligin-1 thought to be carried by some people with autism the number of synapses fell dramatically - and the cells became significantly less excitable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Infants are born with far more synapses than survive to adulthood. Active synapses proliferate during development, but inactive synapses are culled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The latest research suggests that carrying a mutant form of neuroligin-1 may depress the number of synapses that make it into adulthood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This could hamper the ability of nerve cells to make the usual connections, and lead to the deficits seen in people with autism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It affects the way a person communicates and interacts with other people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Communication problems&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People with autism cannot relate to others in a meaningful way. They also have trouble making sense of the world at large.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As a result, their ability to develop friendships is impaired. They also have a limited capacity to understand other people's feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Autism is often also associated with learning disabilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Professor Simon Baron-Cohen, director of the Autism Research Centre at the University of Cambridge, said research into the role of neuroligins in autism was important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He said: "We need to know more about both the genes that code for neuroligins, and the neuroligins themselves, to establish if they play a specific role in the cause of autism spectrum conditions and in which subgroup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Understanding how the autistic brain is different to the neurotypical brain will have significant implications for education and intervention." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-2289111313566912013?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2289111313566912013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=2289111313566912013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2289111313566912013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2289111313566912013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/06/newsprotein-mutations-link-to-autism.html' title='NEWS|Protein mutations link to autism'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-3216397818374807321</id><published>2007-06-21T08:36:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T08:41:33.124+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><title type='text'>hello my name is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RnmP-aUuP0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9qZi-pA6nIo/s1600-h/hellomynameisinigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RnmP-aUuP0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9qZi-pA6nIo/s320/hellomynameisinigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078248357217845058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my husband!  He surprised me last night by bringing me home a copy of "The Princess Bride".  I LOVE the movie, and have been wanting to read the book for forever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank you Jonathan - My Sweetheart!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 days of sick children, I really needed a pick-me-up.  This is one of the best things I have ever been given.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-3216397818374807321?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3216397818374807321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=3216397818374807321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/3216397818374807321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/3216397818374807321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-my-name-is.html' title='hello my name is...'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RnmP-aUuP0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9qZi-pA6nIo/s72-c/hellomynameisinigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-2008376202816886047</id><published>2007-06-19T13:44:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:52:10.603+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My new phone|Big YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rnc1aqUuPzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zl5r0hb8HGs/s1600-h/phone.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rnc1aqUuPzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zl5r0hb8HGs/s320/phone.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077585837037600562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I've got a new phone.  And, it does all I want and more! :)  And, it didn't cost a cent - we got it free with our new X Box360!  And, I'm excited - did I tell you that?!?  It can play MP3's, record video - low quality, take photographs, and it reminds me of the 80's, as it is under the walkman name!  I used to have one of those, but it never could ring my husband or take pic's of my gorgeous kidlets!!! (Not that I had any of them in the eighties!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Yeah, I'm one HAPPY chicklet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-2008376202816886047?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2008376202816886047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=2008376202816886047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2008376202816886047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2008376202816886047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-new-phonebig-yay.html' title='My new phone|Big YAY!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rnc1aqUuPzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zl5r0hb8HGs/s72-c/phone.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-9081389494831226787</id><published>2007-06-19T13:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:27:51.950+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><title type='text'>The Lost Art of Querying</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;I have just read this post over at &lt;a href="http://thekitchen.wordpress.com/"&gt;The Kitchen - A Faith Community in Action&lt;/a&gt; and I have decided to "post/copy/steal" it here so that I/we can all be reminded about this great lost art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;How many times do we, instead of listening, feel the need to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADD&lt;/span&gt; to conversations with our own slant - "Oh," we say, "that happened to me before..." and before we know it, we've hijacked the conversation back to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;Jacob was saying on Sunday that we all need to do a course on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Social Skills 101&lt;/span&gt; - we need to get back to learning the art of communication.  I agree.  Hmmmm!   Something to ponder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;Anyway, read-on, to see what this community did to highlight our ineptness at truly listening.  It would be a hard lesson for some of us - me - I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When people think you’re dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just…instead of just waiting for their turn to speak?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I first heard that quote in the movie Fight Club, I was so embarrassed. I realised how true it was for me – and it scared me even more to think that everyone else was the same! It seems like we sort of become so self obsessed and individualistic sometimes that we loose the ability to know how to care beyond saying “that’s sucks bro” - and then awkwardly cough.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But not today! Because we’re going to practise the long, lost art of querying…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We’re going to spend 5 minutes where the other person talks and you just query – and listen – I mean really listen. And then you’ll query some more. You’re not allowed to bring the conversation back to you - or give them your opinion on the subject - but you get to know the person and let them be known to you. You’re asking questions to go deeper into who they are.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This will be incredibly hard for some of us. No doubt some of us will find it easy to talk about ourselves, but hard to ask questions and care. But today you’re going to try and scratch beyond superficial conversation…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Others of us will hate talking about ourselves and find it scary to reveal bits of ourselves to a person we might barely know. But drop your guard! It’s something we need to do more often…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Would you believe that some people are even gifted at this whole querying thing? When they spend time with someone things just flow our of them from the queries they ask. But that takes practise, just like any art form. So today we’re learning the ancient art of querying, and starting our journey towards becoming query masters.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pick and random question from the list below, ask your partner the question, and then continue querying from that point for a full, literal 5 minutes. You ask questions and listen, they talk. It’s fine for your talk to wander– these questions are just starting points in your queries. After that five minutes get your partner to pick a new question and swap roles. You can do this as many times as you’d like to - or with as many different people as you like.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After you’ve queried each other, stop and share with the group or each other by answering this question.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“What is God up to in the midst of your partners life?”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;—————————————-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What specific question would you most like to ask God?&lt;br /&gt;What thing most worries you in life right now?&lt;br /&gt;What aspect of your mum do you see in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;What aspect of your dad do you see in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;What’s something new you’ve discovered about God lately?&lt;br /&gt;What was your childhood like?&lt;br /&gt;What specific occasion as a kid do you remember being most happy?&lt;br /&gt;What’s something you’ve recently become interested in?&lt;br /&gt;What is your secret dream or aspiration?&lt;br /&gt;What is one thing you want to do before you die?&lt;br /&gt;What puzzles you about God?&lt;br /&gt;What is your family like?&lt;br /&gt;What Stresses you out? How do you unwind?&lt;br /&gt;When do you feel that God is far away?&lt;br /&gt;When do you feel closet to God?&lt;br /&gt;What does being Gods creation, made in his Image, mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;What’s the thing you’re most proud of achieving?&lt;br /&gt;What’s the thing you most want to change about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;What did you do in the weekend? What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Is God challenging you to change any aspect of your life?&lt;br /&gt;What’s something you’ve always wanted to do regularly, but just can’t seem to get it together?&lt;br /&gt;What’s something that you regret not doing?&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel most pressured to do in your life?&lt;br /&gt;What do you like most about Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;What scares you most in life?&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time that you felt that God was speaking to you? What was he saying?&lt;br /&gt;What would you most like to change in the world?&lt;br /&gt;How do you deal with people that annoy you?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever forgiven someone?&lt;br /&gt;What other career path would you also like to have taken?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-9081389494831226787?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9081389494831226787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=9081389494831226787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/9081389494831226787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/9081389494831226787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/06/lost-art-of-querying.html' title='The Lost Art of Querying'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-8664409760838099676</id><published>2007-06-13T12:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:08:18.143+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><title type='text'>women's stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rm9DMKUuPyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ot3PWGvdPeQ/s1600-h/clothpads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rm9DMKUuPyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ot3PWGvdPeQ/s320/clothpads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075349181278600994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, for some time now, felt ill every time I get my period.  Not physically, but as I am becoming more environmentally aware and my wallet is a whole lot lighter these days - I get sick of paying money out every month knowing its all going to the landfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, when good old Aunt Flo arrived, I decided to make some cloth - reusable sanitary pads.  I used a pattern I got from the internet (which I can't for the life of me find now! :( ).  There are numerous patterns available, and the one I got is excellent - has wings, and lining so there are no leaks.  I have done a quickish search and to no avail... can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be doing something right!  And they look pretty good too - not that anyone else is gonna see them... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I re-used fabric, by making them out of 3 old t-shirts, an old cloth diaper, half an old towel, and some plastic cloth that has been hanging around for a bit.  YAHOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-8664409760838099676?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8664409760838099676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=8664409760838099676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8664409760838099676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8664409760838099676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/06/womens-stuff.html' title='women&apos;s stuff...'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rm9DMKUuPyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ot3PWGvdPeQ/s72-c/clothpads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-9136642911158453274</id><published>2007-06-12T13:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T13:47:47.108+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autism'/><title type='text'>I am still learning...</title><content type='html'>and it's good!  Aimee and I have been going to a social skills group every Tuesday, this term.  There are two weeks to go and I have been amazed at the amount of knowledge I have gained.  The children are learning social skills and us Mum's are together learning how to cope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned so much about "theory of mind" and what to do about some of the issues that we are dealing with.  It's funny because I have done similar courses before and not gained anything spectacular from them, but what is different about this course is that this time all the children involved are girls with aspergers.  Girls exhibit autism so differently from boys - it is so nice to be able to discuss their unique differences with other Mum's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman that facilitates our group has explained autism as "the brain being scrambled - like eggs - the messages are not going through properly".  It made for an easier way of explaining to the other children, why their sister doesn't always handle life well.  They seem to be more understanding of her lately - and that's good news, because Aimee has been having a bad time of it. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are constantly having to put off having a babysitter, because of her behaviour - I don't want to lose our current sitter, and she is almost at her limit with Aimee.  Still, we will try again tonight, when Jonathan and I go to the movies tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-9136642911158453274?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9136642911158453274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=9136642911158453274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/9136642911158453274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/9136642911158453274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-still-learning.html' title='I am still learning...'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-5400646929301815870</id><published>2007-05-30T13:33:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T13:33:34.512+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny cartoon =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/2BN0a5UjQlE' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/2BN0a5UjQlE'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-5400646929301815870?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5400646929301815870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=5400646929301815870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5400646929301815870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5400646929301815870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/05/funny-cartoon.html' title='Funny cartoon =)'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-9215089300705513515</id><published>2007-05-04T18:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T18:30:41.563+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autism'/><title type='text'>my Holland</title><content type='html'>I have been a little quiet on here about my personal "Holland" story.  I have been in the midst of living it, wondering where and what I can do in my Holland.  Especially, since I bought all the guide books for Italy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what I wanted out of this experience called life.  I have been disappointed most times with what life has thrown at me.  Not with the people I have been given to care for, just the expectations I had of who I would be... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel overwhelmed with the task of being the best mum I can be, whilst retaining who I really am.  Who am I anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this life require of me anyway?  Who should I be?  Where is a guide-book when I need one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-9215089300705513515?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9215089300705513515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=9215089300705513515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/9215089300705513515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/9215089300705513515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-holland.html' title='my Holland'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-4915118401232025133</id><published>2007-05-04T08:44:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T18:22:29.498+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autism'/><title type='text'>welcome to Holland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Emily Perl Kingsley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability-          to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand          it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;W&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hen          you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip          -to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans.          The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may          learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fter          months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags          and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes          in and says, "Welcome to Holland."&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       " Holland?!?" you say. "What          do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy.          All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ut          there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and          there you must stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he          important thing is they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy          place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o you must go out and buy new guidebooks.          And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new          group of people you would never have met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t's just a different place. It's          slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been          there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around... and you          begin to notice that Holland has windmills... and Holland has tulips.          Holland even has Rembrandts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ut          everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy...and they're all          bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest          of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go.          That's what I had planned."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nd          the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss          of that dream is a very very significant loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut... if you spend your life mourning          the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy          the very special, the very lovely things ...about Holland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-4915118401232025133?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4915118401232025133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=4915118401232025133&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4915118401232025133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4915118401232025133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome-to-holland.html' title='welcome to Holland'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-584096107997045254</id><published>2007-04-21T18:56:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T19:03:35.676+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOU TUBE'/><title type='text'>Mika - Grace Kelly</title><content type='html'>This is my new favourite "pop" song...  I just LUUURVE it!  Jonathan thinks he doesn't compare to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freddie_Mercury"&gt;Freddie&lt;/a&gt;, but I think he's better... LOL!  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mika_%28singer%29"&gt;Mica&lt;/a&gt; rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-584096107997045254?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/584096107997045254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=584096107997045254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/584096107997045254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/584096107997045254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/04/mika-grace-kelly.html' title='Mika - Grace Kelly'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-8590382660655209090</id><published>2007-04-19T14:00:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T18:59:24.616+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOU TUBE'/><title type='text'>Sesame Street Pinball Cartoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/HgocE-JfWFI' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/HgocE-JfWFI'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More memories of my youth to share with my children... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee LOVES this one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-8590382660655209090?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8590382660655209090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=8590382660655209090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8590382660655209090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8590382660655209090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/04/sesame-street-pinball-cartoon.html' title='Sesame Street Pinball Cartoon'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-1889130841155250911</id><published>2007-04-19T13:23:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T18:59:52.975+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOU TUBE'/><title type='text'>The Wombles - Remember You're a Womble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/EP7CDvQULXw' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/EP7CDvQULXw'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't resist putting this video on my blog - hehehe!  I remember this from my early youth!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-1889130841155250911?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1889130841155250911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=1889130841155250911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1889130841155250911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1889130841155250911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/04/wombles-remember-you-womble.html' title='The Wombles - Remember You&amp;#39;re a Womble'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-533771340187098161</id><published>2007-04-19T11:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:23:43.441+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz girl'/><title type='text'>my visualDNA - kudos to Vania</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" name="widget" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1F575B0E.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-244E413D.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6E5372F4.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1CC3FA29.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-396C1EDE.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1AF7A965.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5BFB07FF.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-351AAC0D.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1F095154.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_157A183C.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1121B912.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1B4C950E.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;amp;lovelabel=HOME SOUL&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=570149-1662&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd3" align="middle" height="240" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; 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Aimee would like you all to take a look at it, as she says that he feels the same as she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end quote of the slide-show was very moving to me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I just want people to treat me better like one of the other normal kids.  If many people knew about Autism, then they might think about what the person's good at and not what the person isn't good at"  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-spoken!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow take a look &lt;a href="http://media.phillyburbs.com/bcct/slideshows/teddysturn/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-6473886070431505180?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6473886070431505180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=6473886070431505180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/6473886070431505180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/6473886070431505180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/04/autism-awareness-month-in-states-anyway.html' title='Autism Awareness Month (In the States anyway...)'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-2694857626278915385</id><published>2007-04-07T17:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T17:44:53.730+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>easter bunnies 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RhcuOGjz3QI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GGb_AJKCkkk/s1600-h/P1010098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RhcuOGjz3QI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GGb_AJKCkkk/s320/P1010098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050556326933159170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy Easter Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what to do when you need to give an easter gift to children that are food intolerant to all the yummy easter egg's...  This year, I decided to get a little creative and make these cute little match-box bunnies, which you can find a how-to on &lt;a href="http://kidscraftweekly.com/"&gt;kidscraftweekly&lt;/a&gt;.  I managed to find some really cool badges for the kid's.  A really neat find, I think!  And they turned out so awesomely!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a blessed time this easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)  Hugs to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-2694857626278915385?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2694857626278915385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=2694857626278915385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2694857626278915385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2694857626278915385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-bunnies-2007.html' title='easter bunnies 2007'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RhcuOGjz3QI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GGb_AJKCkkk/s72-c/P1010098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-3062152323825743024</id><published>2007-04-05T09:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:18:24.734+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>YAY for broadband &amp; school hol's!</title><content type='html'>Yippee!  Yes, we finally bit the bullet and got broadband! :D {big HUGE wide grin}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is the last day of school before the easter school holidays - 2 weeks of having all my babe's at home.  I LOVE it!  I miss Aimee so much when she is at school, and this term has been particularly hard for her.  She has spent a lot of it extremely stressed-out, with all sorts of new behavioural problems to boot.  I know that when she is on holiday ie. having a break from all/most things social she is a different child.  So YAY - we will now have 2 whole weeks together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so loving being able to download podcasts and am currently listening to a podcast from  Willow Creek Community Church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-3062152323825743024?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3062152323825743024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=3062152323825743024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/3062152323825743024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/3062152323825743024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/04/yay-for-broadband-school-hols.html' title='YAY for broadband &amp; school hol&apos;s!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-7331757069236736906</id><published>2007-03-28T20:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:54:17.866+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mainly music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands and feet project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Hands &amp; Feet Project :) (&amp; other news)</title><content type='html'>I feel like I should give you all an update on how my project for our local Stations of the Cross installation is going.  Especially since I have been rather silent over the past week - I have an excuse, life got busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going well.  I have painted around 40 (or more) can's - have a few idea's for a couple more, but I'm unsure if I will get the time.  Especially, since I am going on a retreat weekend from Friday through Sunday.  Easter is coming so fast, I feel I might miss it if I blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in real need for this weekend.  It is run by Recreate, for mum's of special needs kids (aka, in my life, Aimee).  It is going to be held at St. Francis Retreat Centre in Hillsborough, and I've heard the food is fantastic - which is, of course, all I am worried about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am away, Jonathan will be looking after the girls, and hopefully taking them to an Easter Egg Hunt (run by Cession) at Lloyd Elmsmore Park.  I know he will do well.  He is awesome for looking after them, and is going to do it again in May/June when I go to the Mainly Music Conference and also down to Christchurch to see my lovely nephew and sister (and brother in law too!).  What a good man I married!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-7331757069236736906?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7331757069236736906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=7331757069236736906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/7331757069236736906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/7331757069236736906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/hands-feet-project-other-news.html' title='Hands &amp; Feet Project :) (&amp; other news)'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-286632789385220174</id><published>2007-03-27T09:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T10:07:13.838+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz girl'/><title type='text'>Whats my theological worldview... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt; &lt;script language="javascript"&gt; var img_str1="";img_str1="&lt;img src="\" /&gt;";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt; var result_str1="";&lt;/script&gt;      &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="79"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;79%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;/tr&gt;                          &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Emergent/Postmodern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;/tr&gt;                          &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Fundamentalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="46"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;/tr&gt;                          &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Charismatic/Pentecostal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="46"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;/tr&gt;                          &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Neo orthodox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="43"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;43%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;/tr&gt;                          &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Roman Catholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="39"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;39%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;/tr&gt;                          &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Reformed Evangelical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="36"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;36%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;/tr&gt;                          &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Modern Liberal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;/tr&gt;                          &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Classical Liberal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;         &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="14"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;14%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are an evangelical in the Wesleyan tradition. You believe that God's grace enables you to choose to believe in him, even though you yourself are totally depraved. The gift of the Holy Spirit gives you assurance of your salvation, and he also enables you to live the life of obedience to which God has called us. You are influenced heavily by John Wesley and the Methodists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                           &lt;script language="javascript"&gt; var img_str1="";img_str1="&lt;img src="\" /&gt;";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt; var result_str1="";&lt;/script&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-286632789385220174?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/286632789385220174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=286632789385220174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/286632789385220174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/286632789385220174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-my-theological-worldview.html' title='Whats my theological worldview... :)'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-7193909487859567126</id><published>2007-03-22T08:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:51:40.770+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can art'/><title type='text'>rik catlow|Crushed Can Artist</title><content type='html'>the art of Rik Catlow has been very inspiring to me - take a look &lt;a href="http://www.rikcat.com/rikcat/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rikcat/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-7193909487859567126?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7193909487859567126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=7193909487859567126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/7193909487859567126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/7193909487859567126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/rik-catlowcrushed-can-artist.html' title='rik catlow|Crushed Can Artist'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-4566404971262485525</id><published>2007-03-22T08:29:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:38:41.539+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands and feet project'/><title type='text'>stencils</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RgGWgvwjFqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pD64MaPiE_E/s1600-h/stencils.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RgGWgvwjFqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pD64MaPiE_E/s320/stencils.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044478546951739042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the stencils I have been using for the project.  they were made out of plastic ice-cream and yoghurt containers (more re-cycling &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;).  I am pleased with the results...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-4566404971262485525?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4566404971262485525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=4566404971262485525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4566404971262485525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4566404971262485525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/stencils.html' title='stencils'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RgGWgvwjFqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pD64MaPiE_E/s72-c/stencils.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-1836280337862935527</id><published>2007-03-21T15:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:54:45.700+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands and feet project'/><title type='text'>cross|three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RgCsRvwjFpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yItMp-AK_v4/s1600-h/crossorange.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RgCrofwjFoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oGo-qMc75QE/s320/crosslightorange.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044220294863197826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-4787948738390333836?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4787948738390333836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=4787948738390333836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4787948738390333836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4787948738390333836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/crosstwo.html' title='cross|two'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RgCrofwjFoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oGo-qMc75QE/s72-c/crosslightorange.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-2382258348472871115</id><published>2007-03-21T15:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:46:27.015+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can art'/><title type='text'>crushed can art|Charles Kaufman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RgCqBfwjFnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/U_fGGweDbwo/s1600-h/kcat200712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RgCqBfwjFnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/U_fGGweDbwo/s320/kcat200712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044218525336671858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't this fantastic!  WOW!  This guy's art is amazing - love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Charles Kaufman and you can look at his work &lt;a href="http://toontoonz.com/canart/canartmain.html#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and his blog &lt;a href="http://crushedcanart.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-2382258348472871115?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2382258348472871115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=2382258348472871115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2382258348472871115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2382258348472871115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/crushed-can-artcharles-kaufman.html' title='crushed can art|Charles Kaufman'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RgCqBfwjFnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/U_fGGweDbwo/s72-c/kcat200712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-1457387551054027604</id><published>2007-03-20T16:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:11:19.882+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands and feet project'/><title type='text'>service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rf9et_wjFmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VdWuQ-lNPmQ/s1600-h/service.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rf9et_wjFmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VdWuQ-lNPmQ/s320/service.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043854251980428898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-1457387551054027604?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1457387551054027604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=1457387551054027604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1457387551054027604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1457387551054027604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/service.html' title='service'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rf9et_wjFmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VdWuQ-lNPmQ/s72-c/service.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-1917407127072846209</id><published>2007-03-20T16:06:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:09:07.579+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands and feet project'/><title type='text'>no choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rf9ePvwjFlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UrqIKMVcYSA/s1600-h/nochoice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rf9ePvwjFlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UrqIKMVcYSA/s320/nochoice.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043853732289386066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-1917407127072846209?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1917407127072846209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=1917407127072846209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1917407127072846209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1917407127072846209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-choice.html' title='no choice'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rf9ePvwjFlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UrqIKMVcYSA/s72-c/nochoice.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-4945240315938568206</id><published>2007-03-19T15:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:50:17.323+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands and feet project'/><title type='text'>bystander</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rf4IYGd9k8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/uBzz8jI-Plk/s1600-h/bystander.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RfvHXuACGqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/G2wVehuaJc0/s320/winnietherpooh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042843418070489762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If you live to be a hundred, I want&lt;br /&gt;To live to be a hundred minus one day,&lt;br /&gt;So I never have to live without you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, (18th March 2007) is our 12th Wedding Anniversary (Jonathan &amp; Me). And so we decided to go out tonight to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that this year has been one of the best years ever together. It seems to only ever get better these days, and I love him more now than I did when we met. Back then, it was infatuation. I loved the way he was arty, caring, loyal, sweet, attractive and a few other things we won't say here ;). He is still all of those things, but he is much much more to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a doubt the love we share is real. It has stood the test of time, some stress (3 pregnancies, labours and children - lol) and we've both grown a lot (outwards, not just inwardly - hehehe!). What I really want to say here is simple - Sweetie, I hope we get to spend the rest of our lives together, that we grow old and wrinkly together! I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-4088236914028981202?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4088236914028981202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=4088236914028981202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4088236914028981202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4088236914028981202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-anniversary-baby.html' title='Happy Anniversary Baby...'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RfvHXuACGqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/G2wVehuaJc0/s72-c/winnietherpooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-8062163962770136371</id><published>2007-03-17T16:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:38:01.780+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands and feet project'/><title type='text'>Hands &amp; Feet Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RftweOACGpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iu3ju9JAhbQ/s1600-h/handsandfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RftweOACGpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iu3ju9JAhbQ/s320/handsandfeet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042747872228022930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, starting my project for "Stations of the Cross" this Easter.  Stations of the Cross is an art installation our community is doing this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be doing station 7 - Simon of Cyrene carry's the cross.  The bible speaks about this act three times (in Matthew, Mark &amp; Luke).  It has been interesting researching him, as not a lot is known about him.  He was a bystander, chosen (forced) by the Roman soldiers to carry Jesus' cross, after He collapsed unable to carry it any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 27:32&lt;/span&gt;  Along the way, they came across a man named Simon, who was from Cyrene, and the soldiers forced him to carry Jesus’ cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark 15:21&lt;/span&gt; A passerby named Simon, who was from Cyrene, was coming in from the countryside just then, and the soldiers forced him to carry Jesus’ cross. (Simon was the father of Alexander and Rufus.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luke 23:26&lt;/span&gt;  As they led Jesus away, a man named Simon, who was from Cyrene, happened to be coming in from the countryside. The soldiers seized him and put the cross on him and made him carry it behind Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My concept was birthed at church on Sunday (see &lt;a href="http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/hands-feet.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;) and revolved around hands &amp; feet representing what Christ did for us and what we are compelled to do in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few brain-storming ideas:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hands &amp; Feet represent service (Simon carrying the cross).&lt;br /&gt;* Jesus’ Hands &amp;amp; Feet were pierced.&lt;br /&gt;* We are called to be His Hand’s and Feet (going about His business).&lt;br /&gt;* I am thinking a pile of empty drink can’s representing us (we can feel discard able &amp; empty).  Some are battered, crushed – but represent us (followers of Christ) who are called to serve and be Jesus to others.  There is some feeling of being compelled to serve God in this way – just like Simon was forced to carry the cross.  We can no longer remain passive “passer-by’s”, action is required.&lt;br /&gt;* The concept of the cans is also an interactive one – whereas the viewer is required (need I say it – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;compelled&lt;/span&gt;) to pick them up and take a look making it a tactile station.&lt;br /&gt;* The cans will have 1-3 word statements on them relating to Simon of Cyrene and the verses above.&lt;br /&gt;* Stenciled images of hands, feet, crosses speak of the subject of service - DOING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the idea of art on discarded drink cans from the art of Rik Catlow, although mine is definitely not as good as his - it is a tribute to the idea of using recycled items as canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you all know the times/dates the stations of the cross installation will be open later - I hope that you might take this opportunity to spend easter in contemplation of what has been done for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-8062163962770136371?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8062163962770136371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=8062163962770136371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8062163962770136371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8062163962770136371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/hands-feet-project.html' title='Hands &amp; Feet Project'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RftweOACGpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iu3ju9JAhbQ/s72-c/handsandfeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-9109149698434601821</id><published>2007-03-12T19:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:07:01.316+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz girl'/><title type='text'>I am a Caramel Crunch Donut</title><content type='html'>KUDOS to &lt;a href="http://jweanie.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt; - I had fun filling this one in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(234, 234, 234);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Caramel Crunch Donut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/caramel-crunch-donut.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a complex creature, and you're guilty of complicating things for fun.&lt;br /&gt;You've been known to sit around pondering the meaning of life...&lt;br /&gt;Or at times, pondering the meaning of your doughnut.&lt;br /&gt;To frost or not to frost? To fill or not to fill? These are your eternal questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&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/22631251-9109149698434601821?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9109149698434601821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=9109149698434601821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/9109149698434601821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/9109149698434601821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-caramel-crunch-donut.html' title='I am a Caramel Crunch Donut'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-4730078640769713188</id><published>2007-03-12T06:34:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T07:00:15.224+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><title type='text'>HANDS &amp; FEET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RfRAIuACGnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HoO44qsCXX4/s1600-h/hands_feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RfRAIuACGnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HoO44qsCXX4/s320/hands_feet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040724401465727602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always seem to ponder more about the why and what of Jesus at this time of Lent.  We're getting close to the time that we celebrate the death and LIFE (he rose from the dead) of Jesus.  And it amazes me to think about why He did that and what it all means, both in a personal and global way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I am thinking HANDS &amp; FEET. &lt;br /&gt;Which can mean various things; he was pierced in his hands (wrists) and feet,  hands and feet can portray the act of DOING something (walking, helping, acting, contributing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to me last night at church, &lt;a href="http://melissajoypowell.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt; was talking about a Stations of the Cross installation that we will be doing, and immediately my mind was thinking HANDS &amp; FEET.  The image of the cross with red hands and feet all over it (ours) - you see WE are the reason he was there.  He did it for us, with His own blood.  Hmmmmm!  Something to really ponder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's the Audio Adrenaline song that's been playing in my head since I woke up (well, since &lt;a href="http://my-faith.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt; woke me up at 5.30am - EEEK!!!)  And reading the lyrics, as they are below, reminds me of one of the verses that was highlighted by &lt;a href="http://melissajoypowell.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt; last night; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-28092" class="sup"&gt;Romans 7:15&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.  &lt;/span&gt;Lot's of do's there, but in a sense it's talking about the struggle to do what is right.  It isn't always easy - but then the best way is almost never the easy route!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Hands And Feet lyrics by AUDIO ADRENALINE&lt;/h1&gt; An image flashed across my TV screen&lt;br /&gt;Another broken heart comes in to view&lt;br /&gt;I saw the pain and I turned my back&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I do the things I want to?&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing yet I'm so afraid&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength&lt;br /&gt;When I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to be your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want to be your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll go where you send me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll go where you send me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I try, yeah I try&lt;br /&gt;To touch the world like You touched my life&lt;br /&gt;And I'll find my way&lt;br /&gt;To be your hands&lt;br /&gt;I've abandoned every selfish thought&lt;br /&gt;I've surrendered every thing I've got&lt;br /&gt;You can have everything I am&lt;br /&gt;And perfect everything I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing, I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength&lt;br /&gt;When I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS 2X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I try, yeah I try&lt;br /&gt;To touch the world like You touched my life&lt;br /&gt;And I'll find my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time&lt;br /&gt;I turn my back on You&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I'll go out&lt;br /&gt;Send me where You want me to&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a mission&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll complete&lt;br /&gt;I don't need excuses&lt;br /&gt;When I am your hands and feet&lt;br /&gt;(I am your hands and feet)&lt;br /&gt;(hands... feet... go... go...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS 3X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go&lt;br /&gt;I will go where you send me&lt;br /&gt;I will go&lt;br /&gt;I will go where you send me&lt;br /&gt;I will go, go&lt;br /&gt;I will go, go&lt;br /&gt;I will go, go where you send me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-4730078640769713188?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4730078640769713188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=4730078640769713188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4730078640769713188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4730078640769713188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/hands-feet.html' title='HANDS &amp; FEET'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RfRAIuACGnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HoO44qsCXX4/s72-c/hands_feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-4368852044702567118</id><published>2007-03-11T22:06:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:20:53.667+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>babies, babies everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RfPJmeACGmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xYJTL05icpU/s1600-h/babies.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RfPJmeACGmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xYJTL05icpU/s320/babies.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040594070683130466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems to me that all the married couples I know are either pregnant or have wee babes at the moment.  It is a fantastic time of new life and memories of my own pregnancies (not that mine were great or anything - I was sick the entire time!).  Yet, there is a feeling of expectancy and joy around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has brought up some interesting feelings.  It would be a "miracle" if we had another child, and yet, it makes me think - "what if...".  Very quickly that "what if..." changes into a big "Noooooo!"  But it is hard not to be clucky when I know 10 (at least) pregnant women.  Most of these women are around my age (early 30's) having their first, second and third children (actually 2 are onto number 5 &amp;  6 - as scary as that sounds). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is me - I have three girls, ages 10, 8 &amp;amp; 7.  A complete family, I thought.  In a way, it's a good thing hubby got the "snip", as we may be, like an old friend of mine, on to number 6 (or was it 7?)  I am hoping my friends will lend me their babies to hold when they arrive, let them cry a little around me, tell me their scary labour stories - all to scare me back into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt; of child birth and raising. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-4368852044702567118?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4368852044702567118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=4368852044702567118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4368852044702567118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/4368852044702567118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/babies-babies-everywhere.html' title='babies, babies everywhere!'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RfPJmeACGmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xYJTL05icpU/s72-c/babies.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-8925275358958616268</id><published>2007-03-08T08:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:47:00.928+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell-group'/><title type='text'>Breathe Deep</title><content type='html'>Since, both &lt;a href="http://my-faith.blogspot.com/2007/02/yod-heh-vav-heh.html"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/03/13-weeks.html"&gt;Vania&lt;/a&gt; have posted about our last cell group meeting where we watched the Nooma - Breathe, I thought I should write about a song it brought to my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathe Deep (The Breath of God) 1996 - THE LOST DOGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(from the album "Green Room Serenade, Part One)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians, morticians, Philistines, homophobes&lt;br /&gt;Skinheads, Dead heads, tax evaders, street kids&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholics, workaholics, wise guys, dim wits&lt;br /&gt;Blue collars, white collars, war mongers, peace nicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathe deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathe deep the Breath of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathe deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathe deep the Breath of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicidals, rock idols, shut-ins, drop outs&lt;br /&gt;Friendless, homeless, penniless and depressed&lt;br /&gt;Presidents, residents, foreigners and aliens&lt;br /&gt;Dissidents, feminists, xenophobes and chauvinists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolutionists, creationists, perverts, slum lords&lt;br /&gt;Dead-beats, athletes, Protestants and Catholics&lt;br /&gt;Housewives, neophytes, pro-choice, pro-life&lt;br /&gt;Misogynists, monogamists, philanthropists, blacks and whites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police, obese, lawyers, and government&lt;br /&gt;Sex offenders, tax collectors, war vets, rejects&lt;br /&gt;Atheists, Scientists, racists, sadists&lt;br /&gt;Photographers, biographers, artists, pornographers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gays and lesbians, demagogues and thespians&lt;br /&gt;The disabled, preachers, doctors and teachers&lt;br /&gt;Meat eaters, wife beaters, judges and juries&lt;br /&gt;Long hair, no hair, everybody everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it speaks of God being available to us all - we need to "Breathe DEEP, Breathe deep the BREATH of GOD!"  Also it speaks to me about the lack of perfection in all of us - I am sure that we could find ourselves somewhere in that song - and it's true God is available to us all!  Taking a breath means, to me, pausing, reflecting, slowing down...  And so I take this breath, this moment to reflect on God and what he means to us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-8925275358958616268?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8925275358958616268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=8925275358958616268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8925275358958616268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8925275358958616268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/03/breathe-deep.html' title='Breathe Deep'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-222953224728955443</id><published>2007-02-27T18:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:59:44.368+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mainly music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday season'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RePIV8ARsVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2d98oz97S2Y/s1600-h/mmenvelopes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RePIV8ARsVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2d98oz97S2Y/s320/mmenvelopes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036089087540441426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The things we do...  today I spent a good 2-3 hours writing out "missed-you" notes to 43 people who haven't been to Mainly Music in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took the girls out to choose Daddy their birthday present to him...  Tomorrows the day he turns 36!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been real slack in the exercise department the last few days - mainly because I have just been so busy, preparing for birthdays, tidying up Mainly Music stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise this is a fairly boring post, but my mind is all mush.  Where did the brain power go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-222953224728955443?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/222953224728955443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=222953224728955443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/222953224728955443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/222953224728955443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/02/things-we-do.html' title=''/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RePIV8ARsVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2d98oz97S2Y/s72-c/mmenvelopes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-2723558066410281188</id><published>2007-02-21T20:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:49:16.461+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday season'/><title type='text'>life in order...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rdv5ZMARsUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rusU5SY712E/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rdv5ZMARsUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rusU5SY712E/s320/cupcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033891219631092034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so now I am getting my fitness and health in order - I think I really need to get my organisation of my life in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just realised that I thought there was an extra week before hubby's and Briahna's (daughter #3) birthdays...  EEEK when I realised that they are just a week away.  Jonathan's birthday is on Wednesday 28th February (he'll be 36) and Briahna's is on Thursday 1st March (she'll be 7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as facilitator of one of the cell-group's for our church I think I got the dates wrong - hmmmm - I think I had really better get myself a diary to make sure it doesn't happen again!  At least cell isn't going to be on Briahna's birthday like I thought it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Briahna - I decided to do a birthday party for her this year, since last year we didn't, and since 7 is a nice birthday to celebrate.  We've invited quite a few of her little friends and so it should be quite fun.  I just wish I was as into it as I was for the other 2 who had huge birthday bashes (themed, with loads of organised games etc.).  At this time of the year I just can't seem to get into it at all.  It's very hard to believe that my little baby is growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-2723558066410281188?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2723558066410281188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=2723558066410281188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2723558066410281188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2723558066410281188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-in-order.html' title='life in order...'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/Rdv5ZMARsUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rusU5SY712E/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-6600330026537688692</id><published>2007-02-18T11:17:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:26:28.845+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight-loss'/><title type='text'>5 weeks in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RdeFrwTLR2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fWSh57DwupE/s1600-h/sub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RdeFrwTLR2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fWSh57DwupE/s320/sub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032638095356020578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...  5 weeks ago I decided I better do something about my weight.  Over the past 11 years of married life I had gone from a size 12 to a size 18.  Yes, I'd had 3 babies in that time and have had a contented married life - but that's no excuse!  I'd let myself go, without even realising it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what to do...  I had some idea, and I knew I didn't want to "diet".  I wanted to show my family that we could all live healthy lives.  So I embarked on a journey of eating in moderation, drinking the recommended daily water (6-8 glasses), and exercising daily.  I've had a few hiccups - went on holiday, fell apart during "that time of the month" and a few depressing moments.  Today, though, I put on some clothes that were TIGHT in December and noticed that my stomach is flatter (unfortunately, my boob's are smaller - TMI I know... but I never was greatly endowed, so...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost 3kg since the first weigh-in, which I guess is good for 5 weeks.  Especially when you consider that I've gained some muscle weight.  It's obvious my body is changing shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who dreaded exercise, and would rather drive to the dairy (less than 2 km's away) than walk - I've changed, I don't think my old self would recognise the new me at all!  The other thing that's shocking about it all is that I'm enjoying it!!!  SCARY!  I've been alternating my exercise between doing a half hour walk/jog (using &lt;a href="http://www.fitnesstogo.com/fatburner.htm"&gt;fitness-to-go workout&lt;/a&gt;), doing a exercise ball workout and using my stationary bike - making sure I do at least 30 minutes a day.  I bought a heart rate pedometer yesterday, which is great encouragement to do better everyday.  My goal is to change from being sedentary to being active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I've noticed about all these changes is that it affects your mood so much - I yell less.  Which of course, my family is happy about.  I feel calmer and more settled.  This time last week I walked 5 km in the Molenburg SUB Stride/Ride.  That's me and my good friend Jo in the photo!  I am accomplishing things I would never have dreamed of 5 weeks ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-6600330026537688692?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6600330026537688692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=6600330026537688692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/6600330026537688692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/6600330026537688692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/02/5-weeks-in.html' title='5 weeks in...'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RdeFrwTLR2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fWSh57DwupE/s72-c/sub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-3174477911379075559</id><published>2007-02-14T20:14:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:22:38.004+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Massimo'/><title type='text'>my new nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RdK3RgTLR1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uVVIfA0q9rY/s1600-h/OneandaHalfDaysOld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RdK3RgTLR1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uVVIfA0q9rY/s400/OneandaHalfDaysOld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031285245082290002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to our world, little one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute!!!  I want to reach right into the screen and hug him - unfortunately he lives in Christchurch and I in Auckland.  He is just so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the announcement I just received from his daddy! (I hope he doesn't mind me having it here on my blog - I just thought it was just so damn cute not to have it here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hullo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My name is Massimo Tomas Davies-Patrick. (Cool name, huh?). Here's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photo of me at one and a half days old. I'm pretty cute I reckon – mum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and dad say it's all because of them, but that's the sleep deprivation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I arrived one week after my due date, on February 12, 2007, at exactly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6.28pm, weighing 7 pounds, 11 ounces. Mum and dad wanted to have me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at home, but after mum labouring away for 14 hours, and me deciding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after weeks of perfect positioning to wriggle my way back out, we all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;went to the hospital in the car (poor mum).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once there, mum fell in love with the anesthetist who gave her the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;epidural – mum was much happier and now talking nicely to everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;around her. Mum then thought she have a go at pushing, and "Tah-DAH!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- one and a half hours later, I popped out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mum did an amazing job, and dad was pretty good, he caught me and cut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my umbilical cord, and the midwives and everyone at the hospital were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so nice too. We're really grateful to everyone for making my arrival &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So now I'm at home, sleeping for 4 hours at a stretch, breast-feeding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really well and generally just being cute and gorgeous. Mum is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little tired, but that's mainly because she can't stop looking at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the time, and dad's just really happy I'm here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're really looking forward to seeing you all as soon as we can. In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the meantime, hopefully this photo will suffice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks heaps to everyone who has been thinking and praying for me and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mum and dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you lots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Massimo (or just "Mo" is fine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XXOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-3174477911379075559?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3174477911379075559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=3174477911379075559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/3174477911379075559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/3174477911379075559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-new-nephew.html' title='my new nephew'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RdK3RgTLR1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uVVIfA0q9rY/s72-c/OneandaHalfDaysOld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-8764148676776982318</id><published>2007-02-12T16:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T09:05:53.188+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faith'/><title type='text'>Come, follow me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Come, follow me” Jesus said, “and I will make you fishers of men.” At once they left their nets and followed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 4:19-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How challenging is that!  Jesus says,” Come, follow me.” And AT ONCE they drop everything and follow him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I’m not sure I would be so quick to follow.  I might complain about being busy, needing an income, being afraid etc.  You get the drift,  I have many excuses, none of them really important about why I don’t think I can do something for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to run when He calls me - I want to be tuned into what He is asking me to do.  I am getting excited about all the people whose lives are going to be changed because I am listening to His call – COME, FOLLOW ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been changed.  I want to shout it from the rooftops!  I want to be a “fisher of men”.  I don’t want to make any excuses anymore.  I have one life to live and I want to make it count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left their livelihood for Jesus.  They left everything they knew to go into a world of uncertainty – relying on the fact that they would be okay.  God continues to provide for his followers, even though, it looks ridiculous to rely totally on Him for food, money, roof over your head – He always provides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Postscript:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am going through a phase of wondering where I am in my relationship with God.  Challenging myself to work-out my faith.  I don’t believe you have to “do” anything to be saved – it is a free gift given by God, waiting to be accepted by us.  My faith actions are my gift back to him – the cool thing about it is, I don’t have to do it – I choose to do it.  It is my personal act of worship to my maker.  For example, when I volunteer to do Mainly Music; I do it not for myself; I do it for the children and mothers (and some fathers too!) who may never know God otherwise.  I want to share the fantastic message of God’s love and peace!  A peace I know can conquer any anxiety I may be feeling.  So, yeah, this is where I’m at, at the moment…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-8764148676776982318?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8764148676776982318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=8764148676776982318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8764148676776982318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/8764148676776982318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/02/come-follow-me.html' title='Come, follow me...'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-2482739521556706992</id><published>2007-01-11T08:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T09:05:48.535+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book&apos;s I&apos;ve Read'/><title type='text'>What did I do when I wasn't blogging...</title><content type='html'>Well, I read and it was good!  Last year, I didn't get a whole lot of time to read -  in between homeschooling, housekeeping, Mainly Music and church and keeping up with family and friends I was just kept too busy for the fun things like reading a good book.  It was nice to spend some long mornings languishing in bed with a good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RaVAORZBKvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TWiQDhnnMv8/s1600-h/false+impression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RaVAORZBKvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TWiQDhnnMv8/s200/false+impression.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018487973704968946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all started with a Jeffrey Archer book that I managed to grab from Whitcoulls for $10, a major bargain.  Especially since I am an avid fan of his books.  I have read them all (apart from the non-fiction version of his stay in prison - that didn't interest me so much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False Impression was a riveting read - I just couldn't put it down!  Jeffrey Archer is a fantastic story-teller and you can't wait to find out which paths he will take you on till the books conclusion.  After reading one of his books it takes me a day or so to get over it - I feel bereft of the people in the book.  You feel such a part of the action - like you are really there!  A great read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RaVBjxZBKwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3BP-rwbEM6s/s1600-h/under-the-overpass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RaVBjxZBKwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3BP-rwbEM6s/s200/under-the-overpass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018489442583784194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Under the Overpass is a book I have been wanting to read for ages, but with a lack of reading time it was put in the "must-do-sometime" pile.  Well, with time on my hands and a husband to watch the kids while I read...  I finally did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the Overpass was written by a guy and his friend who decided to take 5 months out to really "live" on the streets of America, something most people don't get to choose.  It was an interesting compelling read, making you think about how blessed you really are to have a roof over your head and food on the table, and how we take that for granted most of the time.  It made me grateful about what God has provided for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RaVDsxZBKxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PvU3FoY_vt4/s1600-h/kflf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RaVDsxZBKxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PvU3FoY_vt4/s200/kflf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018491796225862418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Killing Fields Living Fields is a book I have had on my bedside table for a good six months.  I have read small portions of it every few days or so.  Unlike the other two books above which I read in 1-2 days, this one was much more challenging.  Written, as the title suggests, about Cambodia and her difficult history, it is, at times, a harrowing read.  It was mind-blowing at times, and I have come away forever changed after reading about what it was like to live under Pol-Pot and the Khmer-Rouge.  We have no idea, here in our lovely land of NZ in 2007, what it is like to live under a revolution or in fact genocide.  I hope we never do find that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RaVGVxZBKyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vXSq0R8figk/s1600-h/artofprayer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RaVGVxZBKyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vXSq0R8figk/s200/artofprayer.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018494699623754530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the book I am currently reading  - The Art of Prayer - Conversations with God.  It is written in a easily understandable manner and has been revolutionary to the way I view God and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more about this one when I have finished it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-2482739521556706992?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2482739521556706992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=2482739521556706992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2482739521556706992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/2482739521556706992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-did-i-do-when-i-wasnt-blogging.html' title='What did I do when I wasn&apos;t blogging...'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RaVAORZBKvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TWiQDhnnMv8/s72-c/false+impression.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-5270664386828223064</id><published>2007-01-11T07:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:26:01.891+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight-loss'/><title type='text'>first post of the year :)</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are well into the new year (well 11 days into it anyway) and even though I have had access to my computer, I haven't felt at all like blogging - I am thinking it was the extraordinary amount of posts I did for advent.  My 2-3 month quota filled in just 25 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like new years resolutions - I hardly ever keep to them and so it seems worthless to even make them, knowing my past history.  The funny thing is, at the start of every year I go through feelings of being given a blank slate to start over with.  I have grandiose ideas that I could do anything - lose those extra pounds, exercise, eat better etc.  I am sure that I can do those things if I put my mind to it, it's just that my mind rarely cooperates.  Last year in our little fledgling cell-group we looked at the chazown DVD series which is in a nut shell about living intentionally, with focus and a vision.  Based upon the idea that "without a vision (or Chazown) the people perish".  So even though I don't like resolutions, heres one anyway - I want to live intentionally.  I want to be healthy, and that means I need to take control of my diet and exercise.  Eat smaller portions.  No pigging out on take-out food.  Drink more water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HAPPY NEW YEAR to you all out there in Blogger-land,  I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and a fantastic New Year!  It's never too late to start afresh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-5270664386828223064?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5270664386828223064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=5270664386828223064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5270664386828223064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/5270664386828223064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-post-of-year.html' title='first post of the year :)'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-116544512631423898</id><published>2006-12-25T11:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:55:54.803+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent06'/><title type='text'>xmas book 25|More Precious Than Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2656/2305/1600/217484/mptg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2656/2305/320/71461/mptg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;" class="sans"&gt;More Precious Than Gold (Paperback)      &lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;by  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.amazon.com/s/102-8121507-8310523?ie=UTF8&amp;index=books&amp;amp;rank=-relevance%2C%2Bavailability%2C-daterank&amp;field-author-exact=Lobel%2C%20Gillian"&gt;Gillian Lobel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.amazon.com/s/102-8121507-8310523?ie=UTF8&amp;index=books&amp;amp;rank=-relevance%2C%2Bavailability%2C-daterank&amp;field-author-exact=Monks%2C%20Julie"&gt;Julie Monks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (Illustrator)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overhead the night sky blazed with a million stars. But Caspar's star was different... Old Melchior the wise, Balthazar the good and Caspar the youngest, kind and gentle, journey to Bethlehem to discover the promise of this exciting star - the child born to be King of Kings. A touching and poetic story which captures the true meaning of Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why I recommend this book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This has got to be one of the best stories of Christmas.  A tale of the journey of the three wise men who saw a star and followed it to see the King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-116544512631423898?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/116544512631423898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=116544512631423898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116544512631423898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116544512631423898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-book-25more-precious-than-gold.html' title='xmas book 25|More Precious Than Gold'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-116544463939438886</id><published>2006-12-24T11:30:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:55:32.124+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent06'/><title type='text'>xmas book 24|I See A Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2656/2305/1600/820034/icastar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2656/2305/320/589800/icastar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b class="sans"&gt;I See A Star (Hardcover)      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/102-8121507-8310523?ie=UTF8&amp;index=books&amp;amp;rank=-relevance%2C%2Bavailability%2C-daterank&amp;field-author-exact=Marzollo%2C%20Jean"&gt;Jean Marzollo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/102-8121507-8310523?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;index=books&amp;rank=-relevance%2C%2Bavailability%2C-daterank&amp;amp;field-author-exact=Macdonald%2C%20Suse"&gt;Suse Macdonald&lt;/a&gt; (Illustrator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This simple story about a group of children getting ready for a Christmas pageant is told entirely in rebus form. Bold, colorful graphics represent a question and a reply on left-side pages; a picture on the facing page clearly illustrates the action. For example, the translated icons on one page "read": "Can you see three kings? I see three kings." The accompanying picture shows three children donning their robes and crowns. An easy-to-follow key and recognizable artwork work well in tandem to present a clear, repetitive tale for emerging readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why I recommend this book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This book is written in such a way as that even non-readers can "read" the Christmas story.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-116544463939438886?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/116544463939438886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=116544463939438886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116544463939438886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116544463939438886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-book-24i-see-star.html' title='xmas book 24|I See A Star'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-116553060157966045</id><published>2006-12-24T11:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:46:03.301+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent06'/><title type='text'>Advent06|24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RZmrDCCZIdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Z_8cUi4XGXE/s1600-h/dec24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RZmrDCCZIdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Z_8cUi4XGXE/s320/dec24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015227728628621778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 - Create our own christmas plates :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John 5:30-47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-26205" class="sup"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;I can do nothing on my own. I judge as God tells me. Therefore, my judgment is just, because I carry out the will of the one who sent me, not my own will.&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Witnesses to Jesus&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26206" class="sup"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;“If I were to testify on my own behalf, my testimony would not be valid.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26207" class="sup"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;But someone else is also testifying about me, and I assure you that everything he says about me is true.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26208" class="sup"&gt;33&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;In fact, you sent investigators to listen to John the Baptist, and his testimony about me was true.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26209" class="sup"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;Of course, I have no need of human witnesses, but I say these things so you might be saved.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26210" class="sup"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;John was like a burning and shining lamp, and you were excited for a while about his message.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26211" class="sup"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;But I have a greater witness than John—my teachings and my miracles. The Father gave me these works to accomplish, and they prove that he sent me.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26212" class="sup"&gt;37&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;And the Father who sent me has testified about me himself. You have never heard his voice or seen him face to face,&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26213" class="sup"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;and you do not have his message in your hearts, because you do not believe me—the one he sent to you.&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26214" class="sup"&gt;39&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;“You search the Scriptures because you think they give you eternal life. But the Scriptures point to me!&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26215" class="sup"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;Yet you refuse to come to me to receive this life.&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26216" class="sup"&gt;41&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;“Your approval means nothing to me,&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26217" class="sup"&gt;42&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;because I know you don’t have God’s love within you.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26218" class="sup"&gt;43&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;For I have come to you in my Father’s name, and you have rejected me. Yet if others come in their own name, you gladly welcome them.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26219" class="sup"&gt;44&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;No wonder you can’t believe! For you gladly honor each other, but you don’t care about the honor that comes from the one who alone is God.&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26220" class="sup"&gt;45&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;“Yet it isn’t I who will accuse you before the Father. Moses will accuse you! Yes, Moses, in whom you put your hopes.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26221" class="sup"&gt;46&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;If you really believed Moses, you would believe me, because he wrote about me.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26222" class="sup"&gt;47&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;But since you don’t believe what he wrote, how will you believe what I say?”&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-116553060157966045?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/116553060157966045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=116553060157966045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116553060157966045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116553060157966045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2006/12/advent0624.html' title='Advent06|24'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RZmrDCCZIdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Z_8cUi4XGXE/s72-c/dec24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-116553049333569166</id><published>2006-12-23T11:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:16:33.044+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent06'/><title type='text'>Advent06|23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RZmkSCCZIcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fJsI-biKTqk/s1600-h/dec23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RZmkSCCZIcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fJsI-biKTqk/s320/dec23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015220289745265090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23 - footspa - give our feet some special treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luke 1:67-80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; Zechariah’s Prophecy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-24928" class="sup"&gt;67&lt;/span&gt; Then his father, Zechariah, was filled with the Holy Spirit and gave this prophecy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-24929" class="sup"&gt;68&lt;/span&gt; “Praise the Lord, the God of Israel,&lt;br /&gt;    because he has visited and redeemed his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-24930" class="sup"&gt;69&lt;/span&gt; He has sent us a mighty Savior&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    from the royal line of his servant David,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-24931" class="sup"&gt;70&lt;/span&gt; just as he promised&lt;br /&gt;    through his holy prophets long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-24932" class="sup"&gt;71&lt;/span&gt; Now we will be saved from our enemies&lt;br /&gt;    and from all who hate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-24933" class="sup"&gt;72&lt;/span&gt; He has been merciful to our ancestors&lt;br /&gt;    by remembering his sacred covenant—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-24934" class="sup"&gt;73&lt;/span&gt; the covenant he swore with an oath&lt;br /&gt;    to our ancestor Abraham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-24935" class="sup"&gt;74&lt;/span&gt; We have been rescued from our enemies&lt;br /&gt;    so we can serve God without fear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-24936" class="sup"&gt;75&lt;/span&gt; in holiness and righteousness&lt;br /&gt;    for as long as we live.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-24937" class="sup"&gt;76&lt;/span&gt; “And you, my little son,&lt;br /&gt;    will be called the prophet of the Most High,&lt;br /&gt;    because you will prepare the way for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-24938" class="sup"&gt;77&lt;/span&gt; You will tell his people how to find salvation&lt;br /&gt;    through forgiveness of their sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-24939" class="sup"&gt;78&lt;/span&gt; Because of God’s tender mercy,&lt;br /&gt;    the morning light from heaven is about to break upon us,&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-24940" class="sup"&gt;79&lt;/span&gt; to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,&lt;br /&gt;    and to guide us to the path of peace.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-24941" class="sup"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt; John grew up and became strong in spirit. And he lived in the wilderness until he began his public ministry to Israel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-116553049333569166?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/116553049333569166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=116553049333569166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116553049333569166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116553049333569166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2006/12/advent0623.html' title='Advent06|23'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RZmkSCCZIcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fJsI-biKTqk/s72-c/dec23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-116544421397310627</id><published>2006-12-23T11:16:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:55:08.719+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent06'/><title type='text'>xmas book 23|The Manger Where Jesus Lay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2656/2305/1600/535391/mangerjesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 156px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2656/2305/320/512495/mangerjesus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b class="sans"&gt;The Manger Where Jesus Lay (Paperback)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="sans"&gt;by Martha Larchar, Karen Clark (illustrator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why I recommend this book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a wonderful little book for reading to your children. It has a simple premise of building the story. Each page adds a new line, with a key word represented by a picture. Once they learn what each picture stands for, you will find that your kids will be able to recite the entire sentence. The topic of the book is the Christmas story, but we read it all year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="sans"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-116544421397310627?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/116544421397310627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=116544421397310627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116544421397310627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116544421397310627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-book-23the-manger-where-jesus-lay.html' title='xmas book 23|The Manger Where Jesus Lay'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-116553032790162195</id><published>2006-12-22T11:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T12:53:34.062+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent06'/><title type='text'>Advent06|22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RZmenSCZIbI/AAAAAAAAADw/bCnAVOeLxyo/s1600-h/dec22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RZmenSCZIbI/AAAAAAAAADw/bCnAVOeLxyo/s320/dec22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015214057747718578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22 - Go out for a special lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.breakerscafebar.co.nz/outlets/manukau_city/"&gt;Breakers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John 3:16-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-26102" class="sup"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;“For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26103" class="sup"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but to save the world through him.&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26104" class="sup"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;“There is no judgment against anyone who believes in him. But anyone who does not believe in him has already been judged for not believing in God’s one and only Son.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26105" class="sup"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;And the judgment is based on this fact: God’s light came into the world, but people loved the darkness more than the light, for their actions were evil.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26106" class="sup"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;All who do evil hate the light and refuse to go near it for fear their sins will be exposed.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-26107" class="sup"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;But those who do what is right come to the light so others can see that they are doing what God wants.&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;”&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-116553032790162195?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/116553032790162195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=116553032790162195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116553032790162195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116553032790162195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2006/12/advent0622.html' title='Advent06|22'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RZmenSCZIbI/AAAAAAAAADw/bCnAVOeLxyo/s72-c/dec22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-116544338442260096</id><published>2006-12-22T11:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:54:38.469+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent06'/><title type='text'>xmas book 22|Mary's Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2656/2305/1600/169904/marysbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2656/2305/320/884952/marysbaby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b class="sans"&gt;Mary's Baby (Hardcover) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/search-handle-url/203-4662964-7203128?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;search-type=ss&amp;amp;index=books-uk&amp;field-author=Jane%20Chapman"&gt;Jane Chapman&lt;/a&gt; (Author)        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simply told version of the story of Jesus, written and illustrated by Jane Chapman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason why I recommend this book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Written in a simple to understand way, this Christmas story is fun for preschoolers to hear and understand.  The illustrations are beautiful.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-116544338442260096?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/116544338442260096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=116544338442260096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116544338442260096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116544338442260096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-book-22marys-baby.html' title='xmas book 22|Mary&apos;s Baby'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-1776454851988090441</id><published>2006-12-21T11:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:33:09.427+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>news|10% of children 'incapable' of learning at school</title><content type='html'>NZ Herald&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday December 19, 2006&lt;br /&gt;By Claire Trevett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers say triggering a child's curiosity may help them regain the learning instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in 10 children is incapable of learning at school, two education researchers have found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in poorer schools, that figure can rise to one in four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the researchers have a possible solution to the problem - restarting the brain so children regain the learning instinct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr John Kirkland and Dr David Bimler, of Massey University's College of Education, say the secret to reducing classroom failure may not be the traditional push for the "three Rs" but rather triggering instincts such as exploration and curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Kirkland said a difficult home life could stifle development, leaving children in a "cognitive cul-de-sac" - unable to take the initiative, afraid to ask questions and unable to process information in the usual way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where there is a lot of stress on a family or there has been neglect or they have been misguided in some way, they don't have the resources to do any thinking at all, because everything is focused on personal survival and getting to the next day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such "stalled children" did not have the necessary foundation for further learning, making the traditional curriculum almost impossible to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Kirkland and Dr Bimler's research is aimed at finding ways to spark that development in nine to 12-year-olds, to see whether children can revert to a normal learning path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A lot of things you do are automatic once you learn it the first time, and your future learning builds on that," Dr Kirkland said. "So if we can push the right buttons to restart those brains it will help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a need for a commitment to finding a new approach "rather than pushing reading, writing and arithmetic on students, based on assumptions of their cognitive skill levels".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you have poor achievement at the level of at least 10 per cent, then society suffers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The system the two researchers are developing uses mainly visual tools, including memory games, pattern recognition and identification games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most middle-class students start off knowing their colours, how to count to 10 [and] how to read because they've had hundreds of hours on somebody's knee getting started on those things very early," Dr Kirkland said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But if you don't have those opportunities, there is a whole part of you that is not able to be switched on and you will be unable to proceed with learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So we are trying to reach back into the numbed minds of those adolescents and respark that learning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Kirkland said it was a new approach to an age-old problem which had to be tackled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Other people have been down this road before and we are just building on that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hundreds of people think they know what the problems are and yet so many things have been tried and failed. This might be another fizzer as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-adolescence was a critical stage because once a person went through puberty it was harder to change him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The research was still at a preliminary phase, but some teachers were informally using the techniques.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-1776454851988090441?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1776454851988090441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=1776454851988090441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1776454851988090441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/1776454851988090441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2006/12/news10-of-children-incapable-of.html' title='news|10% of children &apos;incapable&apos; of learning at school'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-116553017830973982</id><published>2006-12-21T11:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T12:16:28.034+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent06'/><title type='text'>Advent06|21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RZmWLCCZIaI/AAAAAAAAADk/1sRXS3zTQrM/s1600-h/dec21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RZmWLCCZIaI/AAAAAAAAADk/1sRXS3zTQrM/s320/dec21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015204776323391906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 - Fondue night - Yummy chocolate dipped goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 7:53-8:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[The most ancient Greek manuscripts do not include John 7:53–8:11.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;53 Then the meeting broke up, and everybody went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;John 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;A Woman Caught in Adultery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jesus returned to the Mount of Olives, 2 but early the next morning he was back again at the Temple. A crowd soon gathered, and he sat down and taught them. 3 As he was speaking, the teachers of religious law and the Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in the act of adultery. They put her in front of the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;4 “Teacher,” they said to Jesus, “this woman was caught in the act of adultery. 5 The law of Moses says to stone her. What do you say?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;6 They were trying to trap him into saying something they could use against him, but Jesus stooped down and wrote in the dust with his finger. 7 They kept demanding an answer, so he stood up again and said, “All right, but let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone!” 8 Then he stooped down again and wrote in the dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;9 When the accusers heard this, they slipped away one by one, beginning with the oldest, until only Jesus was left in the middle of the crowd with the woman. 10 Then Jesus stood up again and said to the woman, “Where are your accusers? Didn’t even one of them condemn you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;11 “No, Lord,” she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And Jesus said, “Neither do I. Go and sin no more.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-116553017830973982?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/116553017830973982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=116553017830973982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116553017830973982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116553017830973982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2006/12/advent0621.html' title='Advent06|21'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RZmWLCCZIaI/AAAAAAAAADk/1sRXS3zTQrM/s72-c/dec21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-116544269927070396</id><published>2006-12-21T10:58:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T10:05:16.888+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent06'/><title type='text'>xmas book 21|Pavlova &amp; Presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2656/2305/1600/312874/parkerpavlova_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2656/2305/320/921377/parkerpavlova_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pavlova &amp; Presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by John Parker, Linda McClelland (illustrator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason why I recommend this book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This book is about your typical Kiwi Christmas.  Family, food, beach, sun...  It's one of my girls favourites and we read it last night during our advent activity of "reading Christmas stories!"  The kid's just LOVE the fact that it is like their own Christmas experience.  And I love &lt;a href="http://alimento-nz.blogspot.com/2006/07/dees-most-delicious-pavlova-recipe.html"&gt;Pavlova&lt;/a&gt;, you can get a great recipe for it over on my &lt;a href="http://alimento-nz.blogspot.com"&gt;food blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-116544269927070396?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/116544269927070396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=116544269927070396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116544269927070396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116544269927070396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-book-21pavlova-presents.html' title='xmas book 21|Pavlova &amp; Presents'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-116553003002722286</id><published>2006-12-20T11:17:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T10:29:22.187+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent06'/><title type='text'>Advent06|20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RYmqQEJMDdI/AAAAAAAAADY/SJqZjMnCNEE/s1600-h/dec20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RYmqQEJMDdI/AAAAAAAAADY/SJqZjMnCNEE/s320/dec20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010723253393296850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 - Story-time [everyone get's to pick their favourite Christmas story]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(we also went to see the Christmas lights around Manukau - the joy on the kid's faces was priceless, but we forgot to take a camera with us :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 11:1-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Jesus and John the Baptist&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23436" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; When Jesus had finished giving these instructions to his twelve disciples, he went out to teach and preach in towns throughout the region.&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23437" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; John the Baptist, who was in prison, heard about all the things the Messiah was doing. So he sent his disciples to ask Jesus, &lt;span id="en-NLT-23438" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; “Are you the Messiah we’ve been expecting,&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; or should we keep looking for someone else?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23439" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Jesus told them, &lt;woj&gt;“Go back to John and tell him what you have heard and seen—&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-23440" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;the blind see, the lame walk, the lepers are cured, the deaf hear, the dead are raised to life, and the Good News is being preached to the poor.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23441" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;And tell him, ‘God blesses those who do not turn away because of me.&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;’”&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23442" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; As John’s disciples were leaving, Jesus began talking about him to the crowds. &lt;woj&gt;“What kind of man did you go into the wilderness to see? Was he a weak reed, swayed by every breath of wind?&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23443" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;Or were you expecting to see a man dressed in expensive clothes? No, people with expensive clothes live in palaces.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23444" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;Were you looking for a prophet? Yes, and he is more than a prophet.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23445" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;John is the man to whom the Scriptures refer when they say,&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;woj&gt;‘Look, I am sending my messenger ahead of you,&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;woj&gt;and he will prepare your way before you.’&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23446" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;“I tell you the truth, of all who have ever lived, none is greater than John the Baptist. Yet even the least person in the Kingdom of Heaven is greater than he is!&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23447" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;And from the time John the Baptist began preaching until now, the Kingdom of Heaven has been forcefully advancing,&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and violent people are attacking it.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-116553003002722286?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/116553003002722286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=116553003002722286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116553003002722286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116553003002722286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2006/12/advent0620.html' title='Advent06|20'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RYmqQEJMDdI/AAAAAAAAADY/SJqZjMnCNEE/s72-c/dec20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-116544230834107004</id><published>2006-12-20T10:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:41:28.210+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent06'/><title type='text'>xmas book 20|The Noisy Stable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Noisy-Stable-Storyteller-Tales-Hartman/dp/0745948243/sr=1-1/qid=1165442013/ref=sr_1_1/102-8121507-8310523?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2656/2305/320/403872/noisystable.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b class="sans"&gt;Noisy Stable (Storyteller Tales) [ILLUSTRATED]  (Paperback)      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="buying"&gt;by  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/102-8121507-8310523?ie=UTF8&amp;index=books&amp;amp;rank=-relevance%2C%2Bavailability%2C-daterank&amp;field-author-exact=Hartman"&gt;Hartman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new range of thematically arranged collections of some of master storyteller Bob Hartman's best-loved folk and traditional tales. The contents are derived from the best-selling The Lion Storyteller Christmas Book. This volume contains six Bible stories about the first Christmas retold with freshness, verve and humour. It has a cover in series style - including the cute Storyteller Tales logo - and line illustrations accompany the text throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason why I recommend this book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This book is full of fun re-tellings of traditional Christmas stories.  My children enjoyed listening and reading it for themselves.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-116544230834107004?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/116544230834107004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=116544230834107004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116544230834107004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116544230834107004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-book-20the-noisy-stable.html' title='xmas book 20|The Noisy Stable'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22631251.post-116552987223882606</id><published>2006-12-19T11:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:46:50.009+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent06'/><title type='text'>Advent06|19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RYhrX0JMDcI/AAAAAAAAADM/l8Uza9w2EXs/s1600-h/dec19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RYhrX0JMDcI/AAAAAAAAADM/l8Uza9w2EXs/s320/dec19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010372642328022466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 - Dance like crazy to Christmas Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 3:1-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;John the Baptist Prepares the Way&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23169" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; In those days John the Baptist came to the Judean wilderness and began preaching. His message was, &lt;span id="en-NLT-23170" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; “Repent of your sins and turn to God, for the Kingdom of Heaven is near.&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;” &lt;span id="en-NLT-23171" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; The prophet Isaiah was speaking about John when he said,&lt;p&gt;   “He is a voice shouting in the wilderness,&lt;br /&gt; ‘Prepare the way for the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;’s coming!&lt;br /&gt;    Clear the road for him!’”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23172" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; John’s clothes were woven from coarse camel hair, and he wore a leather belt around his waist. For food he ate locusts and wild honey. &lt;span id="en-NLT-23173" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; People from Jerusalem and from all of Judea and all over the Jordan Valley went out to see and hear John. &lt;span id="en-NLT-23174" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; And when they confessed their sins, he baptized them in the Jordan River.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23175" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; But when he saw many Pharisees and Sadducees coming to watch him baptize, he denounced them. “You brood of snakes!” he exclaimed. “Who warned you to flee God’s coming wrath? &lt;span id="en-NLT-23176" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; Prove by the way you live that you have repented of your sins and turned to God. &lt;span id="en-NLT-23177" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; Don’t just say to each other, ‘We’re safe, for we are descendants of Abraham.’ That means nothing, for I tell you, God can create children of Abraham from these very stones. &lt;span id="en-NLT-23178" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; Even now the ax of God’s judgment is poised, ready to sever the roots of the trees. Yes, every tree that does not produce good fruit will be chopped down and thrown into the fire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23179" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; “I baptize with&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; water those who repent of their sins and turn to God. But someone is coming soon who is greater than I am—so much greater that I’m not worthy even to be his slave and carry his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire. &lt;span id="en-NLT-23180" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; He is ready to separate the chaff from the wheat with his winnowing fork. Then he will clean up the threshing area, gathering the wheat into his barn but burning the chaff with never-ending fire.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22631251-116552987223882606?l=wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/feeds/116552987223882606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22631251&amp;postID=116552987223882606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116552987223882606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22631251/posts/default/116552987223882606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wotsitgonnabe.blogspot.com/2006/12/advent0619.html' title='Advent06|19'/><author><name>sewfunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/S8zaNGPzlOI/AAAAAAAADjc/gen21Snzj9M/S220/SDC10271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jABxOrP0bs/RYhrX0JMDcI/AAAAAAAAADM/l8Uza9w2EXs/s72-c/dec19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
