<?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-25089073</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:33:16.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Roz's Bloggy Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-413735756238524466</id><published>2010-02-20T20:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:18:40.052Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh No, I'm bad</title><content type='html'>Am suppose to be studying, but have given myself the weekend off, tut tut......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took off with Ben in the car for a trip to visit my oldest friend in the whole world, Nut or in other words, Janet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives in Stoke on Trent and we had big plans to go to Trentham Gardens to do the sensory barefoot walk, you go over different surfaces and at the end you walk over hot coals, however, when we arrived so had the snow, so that put paid to those.  So instead we did a bit of retail therapy.  I feel in love with a top in a soft dusty pink that was in New Look, and finished it off with some grey tights and high heels, perfect for my upcoming weekend to Manchester with Jen in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, we went home and pigged out big style, now don't think the top will fit, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love coming to Nut's place, its one of only a few places in the world where I feel completely relaxed, I sleep like a baby, which is amazing because when I'm home I'm lucky if I sleep for more than 2 hours a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just a quick update, I know I said I would tell you more about what happened over the last year, and I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-413735756238524466?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/413735756238524466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=413735756238524466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/413735756238524466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/413735756238524466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-no-im-bad.html' title='Oh No, I&apos;m bad'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-4200644208251146889</id><published>2010-01-25T19:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:49:07.322Z</updated><title type='text'>Year in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/S13u2EnZ6TI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1jpxo06az-A/s1600-h/year+in+status.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/S13u2EnZ6TI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1jpxo06az-A/s400/year+in+status.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430759338398050610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another snap shot of last year from my facebook, it took snippets from my posts over the year and made a collage, really jogs the memory of what I got upto over the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-4200644208251146889?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4200644208251146889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=4200644208251146889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4200644208251146889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4200644208251146889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-in-review.html' title='Year in review'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/S13u2EnZ6TI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1jpxo06az-A/s72-c/year+in+status.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-267350414639672621</id><published>2010-01-25T18:49:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:32:39.804Z</updated><title type='text'>Photos from last year</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Roz/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Roz/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Roz/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Facebook did this cool thing, it grabbed random pics that I had posted in my facebook albums and created a montage (probably spelt that wrong), so any way, I thought I would share it with you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/S13obWaqJdI/AAAAAAAAA-k/6_8aqh9ZcTc/s1600-h/what+a+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/S13obWaqJdI/AAAAAAAAA-k/6_8aqh9ZcTc/s400/what+a+year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430752282250192338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First pic is of me and Jane at Retrofest held in August at Loudon Castle, next is Lesley Anne, she made me a lovely lunch in the summer and we pigged out on cakes (Aug).  3rd is me and my stunning god-daughter Natascha, taken in June at her brothers first communion, 4th one is a random snog, ha ha, it was for a bet, and I'm dressed up as a gangster for my friends hen night which we spent in Carlisle (July).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next row, first pic is me and some friends from Lockerbie, Sam and Jules, we rented a cottage at the southern most point in Scotland for a week and just chilled out in October.  Next pic is of Roadie who also got to spend some chill out time at the cottage in October, hiding under the rhubarb, ok its not rhubarb, its that plant that grows freakishly tall, but roadie is tiny and it looked funny.  Next pic is of me and Rita (Dawns Mum) taken at Christmas at the farm where we where snowed in, brilliant fun.  and last one on the 2nd row is me and two friends, Gus and Craig, enjoying the delights of Airdrie and Diamonds, seriously it is horrid, but thankfully with two jokers like that with you, its bound to end up been good fun (July)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Row is me and sam enjoying a really nice night catching up in Glasgow, thats the Clyde crane growing out of my head (Aug), next is a deer that I managed to catch on camera whilst camping with Ben.  We discovered the joys of camping last year and ended up away most weekends. (July).  The 3rd pic is of my first time camping, I went away with Sam, Jules and Roadie to a lovely little hide away on the Firth of Solway in Dumfries at Easter.  It was freezing cold at night and we kept a fire going most of the time, but we had an amazing weekend. (April) and the final picture on this row is of Me, sat on my stairs at home. (Aug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final row we have the girls who all went on the hen night in Carlisle (July) Me and Ben camping (Aug) and me and mitch at the farm (Aug) and the final pic is of Sam and Roadie messing about in Lockerbie (Feb).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you can see my camera was pretty busy over the summer and we got upto lots.  I'll keep adding pics from other things we got upto as well for you over the next coming weeks hopefully.  Thats if I can keep this blogging up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-267350414639672621?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/267350414639672621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=267350414639672621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/267350414639672621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/267350414639672621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/photos-from-last-year.html' title='Photos from last year'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/S13obWaqJdI/AAAAAAAAA-k/6_8aqh9ZcTc/s72-c/what+a+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-609452395854427505</id><published>2010-01-25T18:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:33:54.851Z</updated><title type='text'>Fun companions, silly words, chit chat talking......</title><content type='html'>.....that was how my weekend was spent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so needed the get away and thankfully I have the best friends in the world who are dotted about everywhere, so this weekend Ben and I, jumped in the car and headed for the MEEK's, that means Mark, Ellie, Eddie and Kirsty's in Wigan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took us 3 hours to get there, a bit of a personal best, hee hee, and once we had arrived and been dully shouted at off Kirsty for driving to fast we vegged out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only a few places in the whole world where I can completely Veg out and thankfully Kirsty's house is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now usually when we get together, its usually chat chat scrap eat chat scrap scrap eat chat, etc.  This time though and I think its a first, we did not scrap and we did not take out our camera's once.  We just did the chat chat, laugh, eat, chat, giggle, fart (whoops that was just Kirsty), eat, sleep, relax, chat, chat, giggle.  And it was brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think its probably the first time I've seen Kirsty completely relax, she is usually hitting a deadline for a design project, and although she did have her tax return to complete, she ignored it to indulge me in a chill fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a domestic goddess, cooking, baking, fussing and taking time out to just sit and catch up and talk stupid talk.  I'm talking foot funghi to mango chutney, so pretty varied conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark took Ben out Geocaching, and Ben really enjoyed it, hes located some in the local area to ourselves and has plans to drag his dad out this weekend to find some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a great weekend, and I have a few more weekends away planned with friends, I think you need to spoil yourself occassionally by surrounding yourself with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves.  xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-609452395854427505?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/609452395854427505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=609452395854427505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/609452395854427505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/609452395854427505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-companions-silly-words-chit-chat.html' title='Fun companions, silly words, chit chat talking......'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-5760942126350713601</id><published>2010-01-14T12:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:37:02.622Z</updated><title type='text'>New Year - New Start</title><content type='html'>Well I'm still considering what to do with this blog, but for the time been I thought I might fill you in on some of the things I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt; over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been happy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the first thing, amazing how a few changes in your daily grind and outlook on life can change everything.  I have gone back to Uni, its tough, as only there part time and working full time, but I'm making progress and it feels amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've barely picked up a camera or scrapped a page in the last year and I have barely missed the scrapping community, don't get me wrong I still have friends who I could not do without in my life who I made in the scrapping world and I keep in constant contact with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt inspired once or twice and have stored the ideas and inspiration away for when I feel like scrapping again (which best be soon, as I'm off this weekend to spend it with a scrappy friend, and also next weekend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben has grown into the most amazing young man, he is so tall and I'm overflowing with pride for him and all of his achievements, this weekend he takes on a 2 star examination weekend with Army cadets and if he passes he also gets his duke of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Edinburgh&lt;/span&gt; award, he has already done everything required for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DofE&lt;/span&gt; but rules dictate he can't have the actual award till he passes this 2 star exam, so we have everything crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have put my house on the market, as it is way to big for me and Ben, but Ben has now said he does not want to move, and we are stuck between a rock and a hard place whilst we decide what to do, I'm tempted to remove it from the market, but then again, it is way to big (see I can't make my mind up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also celebrated a big birthday, and had the best time with some of my closest friends and family.  We started with a wee knees up at my house, then we all trundled off to a private dining room we had hired and ate till we burst, then it was back to my house to carry on the knees up and then when those who where leaving left the rest of us stayed up for hours chatting and talking, it was so nice and relaxed, I have to confess to been very nervous about the whole thing, as I have lots of friends who have never met each other before, not sure why, suppose its because we have different interests, etc. But I was worried about how they would all get on, silly really, they are all adults and would have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but I was overjoyed when they where more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but they loved each other, we had such a scream and they are now all chatting to each other and have all made friends as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all well, if you stop by, please leave a comment saying hi and who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roz&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-5760942126350713601?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5760942126350713601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=5760942126350713601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5760942126350713601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5760942126350713601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-start.html' title='New Year - New Start'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-3644034408381422165</id><published>2009-12-13T08:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T08:19:34.337Z</updated><title type='text'>ummmmhhhhhh...........</title><content type='html'>Well hello there, I'm just testing the waters to see if I can do this anymore, not sure if I even remember how to just ramble on in a blog post but I'm gonna give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally started this blog as a way of sharing my crafty makes with my friends, then last year I took a year out, and wow what a year it has been, ups and downs, highs and lows, laughs and tears.  But I've loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hardly done any crafting at all, but I slowly feel the inspiration starting to creep back in, sure sign is sitting behind a bus looking at an advert going ohhhhhhhhhhhh I like that, that would look good on a layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna see where the inspiration takes me and I might occasionally update my blog, we will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-3644034408381422165?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3644034408381422165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=3644034408381422165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3644034408381422165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3644034408381422165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/ummmmhhhhhh.html' title='ummmmhhhhhh...........'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-8721239243324633612</id><published>2009-01-14T19:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:32:42.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Stop the world I want to get off..............</title><content type='html'>I've had a horrible year, actually strike that and make it a horrible few years and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; that 2009 and is not going to go the same way. I've decided I'm only going to do what I want to do, and not what everyone thinks I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of day, this is my life and nobody else can tell me how to run it. So I'm taking a holiday from blogging and everything else that I can't be arsed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that visit this blog because you are my friend, email me or better still pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that come here just to be nosy, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of you, get off your lard arses and go and do something better than sitting in front of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PC&lt;/span&gt; surfing blogs and crap. There is a massive world out there, go and conquer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever I come across a joke that makes me laugh, I'll try to remember to post it here so you can get your fix of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of you. xxx mwahahahahaha xxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8721239243324633612?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8721239243324633612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=8721239243324633612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8721239243324633612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8721239243324633612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2009/01/stop-world-i-want-to-get-off.html' title='Stop the world I want to get off..............'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-8710289367088968773</id><published>2008-12-31T12:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:50:46.131Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone out there in blogger land who reads this blog, I just wanted to say a Massive Happy New Year to you all.  I hope that 2009 brings all you wish for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending the New Year with Friends and we plan to party party party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cold and am hoping that the wonderful medicine of Jack Daniels is going to cure it or kill it tonight for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope santa was good to you all, he was to me, I got what I asked for a few extra things besides so that was brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway have to, I'm meant to be doing things to get the party started, but I've snuck onto here for a few mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone and I'll hopefully see you in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roz&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8710289367088968773?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is due to reasons out with my control, please believe me when I tell you that if I could change things to stop this from happening I would have done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8591339500650523749?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8591339500650523749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=8591339500650523749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8591339500650523749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8591339500650523749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/12/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-6733942664131771630</id><published>2008-12-05T20:20:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:00:03.274Z</updated><title type='text'>Seriously I lead a boring life</title><content type='html'>Honestly I have barely anything to report at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking it quite easy of late, getting ready for Christmas, have spent time with friends relaxing and chatting which is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was asked to teach a class of P7's (11 years old) at a primary school in Blanefield which is right on the edge of the West Highland way, one of my best buds has a farm located within a forest and I got to stay the night, we stayed up quite late building the kits for the kids and drinking wine and chatting, I love going to the farm, as it is quite literally in the middle of a forest, you have to drive up a dirt track for 2 miles to reach it, and they have no neighbours for at least a 2 mile radius. It is so peaceful at the farm, that is except for the cockerals and chickens first thing in the morning, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the following day, I got to spend some amazing time with the kids, we all did a Lippy Chick Flip book and the kids loved them, after that we spent quite some time working on designs for a tag swap they are all going to do between themselves before they move onto high school, that way they will have a reminder of there class mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesley Anne came over one night to make her Christmas cards, she has come up with the most simple but stunning design.  I on the other hand did bugger all, kept starting projects only to put them to one side as could not really be bothered.  I think she is gonna pop over again next week to finish them off, hopefully by then, I'll have got my mojo back and be raring to create something amazing and unique (fat chance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night I have my works night out, I'm really looking forward to it, though not sure all of my colleagues are,  they usually just go for a meal, but some of the lads said they would prefer one in a hotel so they could have a good night out and stay over, so we are off to a party night with 329 other people, quite a few of us are staying over night and planning a big a party in one of the rooms after the bar shuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on the beauty route all week, ha ha, and before you say it, yes I obviously need it, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thats all my news,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-6733942664131771630?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6733942664131771630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=6733942664131771630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6733942664131771630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6733942664131771630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/12/seriously-i-lead-boring-life.html' title='Seriously I lead a boring life'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-2915353596694084013</id><published>2008-11-17T17:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:17:12.395Z</updated><title type='text'>Not much to report</title><content type='html'>Have had a fairly relaxing week, pottering about at home with Ben, and we have had the most self indulgent weekend where we never left the house, so I'm afraid to say I have no news.  But then you do get the old saying, no news is good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have the funniest thing to share with you though, I was emailed this today at work, and could not stop my laughter from bubbling over for all to hear, which considering it was all blokes in my office today, I could not explain the joke to them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely a woman thing   For those of you who wax, you will understand fully and those who don't will never make this mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go pee before you read this. This Is by far one of the funniest things I have ever read.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Removal...   (I don't have a clue as to who wrote this, but...WHAT A RIOT!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of Easy, painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the Wax. Read on........  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, Play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.' So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.   It was one of those 'cold wax' kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel then apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off.   No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees.   ('Cold wax,' yeah...right! ) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the Skin round it tight and pull. It works!   OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it *was* a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPP P!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!.... OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!! !  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious... must stay conscious.   Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip. There's No hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it's not! I touch. I am touching wax.   I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut!   I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Please don't let me get the urge to poop.  My head may Pop off!' What can I do to melt the wax?   Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can Stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax Should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? *WRONG!!!!!! !*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit.   Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!! !   I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter 'So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!'   There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, 'Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?'   She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.   YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we go through various solutions. I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor . Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. 'IT WORKS!! It works !!'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAIR IS STILL THERE....... ALL OF IT!   So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'm going to try hair color...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-2915353596694084013?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2915353596694084013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=2915353596694084013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/2915353596694084013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/2915353596694084013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-much-to-report.html' title='Not much to report'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-8737673604097578207</id><published>2008-11-10T20:50:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:07:24.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Heaven is a place on earth..........</title><content type='html'>............ Called Lower Croasdale Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267135196658548514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SRifjgzKPyI/AAAAAAAAApQ/RLHx3LnHq1w/s400/cottage_outside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have just spent the most relaxing and productive weekend that I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was away with a group of friends and we hired the farmhouse for the weekend, set off on Friday morning and met up with the girls in Penrith, where we had a bite of lunch and did some shopping, then it was off to the Farm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear to god, I want to live there, for ever and ever, it is so remote yet so idyllic, it was also massive inside and plenty of room for us to spread out and scrap to our hearts content. I have to admit to becoming a scrapping monster for the whole weekend, I managed to make almost 100 cards, 5.5 layouts (yes I'm counting the half one that is still ongoing) and also a present for a friend which is basically a double layout, I can't tell you more till have completed another one and posted them to the said friend (wink wink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls all left Sunday afternoon, but the farm was rented till Monday so I stayed on another night with another one of the girls, well did not see the point in driving home in the miserable wet weather which was rapidly turning dark, and I had booked the day off work especially so I could take my time. Which meant I got to stay and scrap longer, yahooooooooooooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've driven home today and unpacked everything, which let me tell you is not like me at all, I usually just dump everything in my craft room, shut the door and ignore it for a week or so. But I really feel like my mojo is back. I've even scrapped tonight, ahhhhhhhhhh shock horror I hear you all cry. Yep, there was a challenge over on UKS using a sketch and I whipped out my stash and played away. I have taken a picture of the layout, but the light is poo pants and I had to crack the ISO right up, so its not that great, I will take a better picture during the day light at some point over the week and share with you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow its back to work, but at least it will be a short week. I am trying to get my flexi hours right up, so that I can take another day off in a few weeks and get another lovely long weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, not much else to report, so I'll leave you with a joke. This is a bit rude so if you don't like that sort of thing, I suggest you leave now. Joke is courtesy of Natalie, thanks Nat, you are a star for keeping me in Jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The VOODOO PENIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Florida businessman was getting ready to go on a long business trip, so he thought he'd buy his wife something to keep her occupied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went to a sex shop and explained his situation. The man there said, 'Well, I don't know that I have anything that will keep her occupied for so many weeks, except ... the Voodoo Penis !' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The husband said 'The what' ? The man repeated 'The Voodoo Penis' and pulled out what seemed to be an ordinary dildo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The husband laughed, and said, 'It looks like a dildo !'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man then pointed to the door and said, 'Voodoo Penis, door !'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The penis rose out of its box, darted over to the door and started pounding the keyhole. The whole door shook wildly with vibrations, so much that a crack began to form down the middle. Then the man said 'Voodoo Penis, return to box !' and the penis stopped and returned to the box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The husband bought it. He took it home to his wife, And after the husband had been gone a few days, the wife remembered the Voodoo Penis. She undressed, opened the box and said 'Voodoo Penis, my crotch.' The penis shot to her crotch. It was absolutely incredible. After three mind shattering orgasms, she became very exhausted and decided she'd had enough. She tried to pull it out, but it was stuck. Her husband had neglected to tell her how to turn it off. So she put her clothes on, got in her car and started for the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, another incredibly intense orgasm made her swerve all over the road. A police officer saw this and immediately pulled her over. He asked for her license, and then asked how much she'd had to drink. Gasping and twitching, the woman said 'I haven't had anything to drink officer. You see, I've got this Voodoo Penis thing stuck in my crotch and it won't stop screwing me .'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer looked at her for a second, shook his head and replied, 'Yeah right ... Voodoo Penis, my ass . !'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest, as they say is... History!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8737673604097578207?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8737673604097578207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=8737673604097578207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8737673604097578207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8737673604097578207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/11/heaven-is-place-on-earth.html' title='Heaven is a place on earth..........'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SRifjgzKPyI/AAAAAAAAApQ/RLHx3LnHq1w/s72-c/cottage_outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-7900000662461908825</id><published>2008-10-22T16:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:22:59.305+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've only gone and done it, I've announced the 2009 dates for the next Luxurious Angels Scrapbooking Experiences. I've not even finished unpacking from the last one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have the most amazing location in Scotland all set for us, and we will be going back to Crewe again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Details are all below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a personal note, I'm sick, I have the flu and feel horrible, I'm spending lots of time in my bed with a massive box of tissues, and lemsip, I'm sleeping lots, which I think is my bodies way of saying whooooooooooooo, stop and relax. Thank goodness for my laptop with its wireless connection, I would feel quite isolated if I could not at least surf the net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to tell you all about my weekend, but kept forgetting to post, so I'll give you a quick run down now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was meeting a friend in Carlisle for the day with Ben and we where meant to be taking some photograph's, but could we get parked, not a chance, the place was packed out, as apprently the great northern run was on the same weekend, doh, we really should have checked that out. However all was not lost as I had planned my trip well and on the way back Ben and I where going to Lockerbie Manor for Andy's 40th Birthday, so a quick call and we all went over to watch a falconry display on the front lawn and we had 2 lovely hours wandering around the grounds taking pics. Kate my friend had to leave after this point, but Ben and I where invited to the full thing and stayed on. We had the most amazing fun night, meeting new friends and old and generally have a good old knees up. Ben went to bed just after midnight, but I did not follow till 3am, I spent hours chatting away to friends and to the Birthday Boy and had an amazing time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260013649039926754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SP9Si4i7JeI/AAAAAAAAApI/-6JCkWgN64Q/s320/IMG_8134.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Andy through Luxurious Angels, we held the retreats in the past at his hotel, and we have remained friends ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure I will be nipping over that way some time soon, as me and Andy have to catch up on a lot more stuff with each other and he is one of those people I just connect with, we can chat away for hours about nothing. Don't you just love people like that. I know I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SP9Qyo0UuaI/AAAAAAAAAo4/MgTmYLPzyuA/s1600-h/IMG_8131.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260012635083562034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SP9Rn3Q43DI/AAAAAAAAApA/xyjlMdr0wP4/s320/IMG_8132.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Here is the birthday boy with one of his stunning daughters playing Funny Bunny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, here are the details of the next two retreats for you, I really hope you can make it, as it would be lovely to see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luxurious Angels are proud to present our 2009 scrapbooking experience schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th to 15th March 2009 – Barony Castle, Peebles ****4 Star Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd to 4th October 2009 - Wychwood Park, Crewe ****4 Star Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The package includes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch and dinner on Friday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast, lunch &amp;amp; dinner on Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast &amp;amp; Lunch on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 Classes (no need to choose as each delegete will experience the same classes together)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ample cropping space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make's and takes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Challenges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goody bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use of all the hotel's leisure facilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 excellent classes have been planned by some of your favourite teachers as we type!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roz Carter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suzanne Torr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kirsty Wiseman&lt;br /&gt;We will some guest teachers hopefully dropping by as well to share some makes and takes with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop till you drop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah’s Cards Ltd will be on site and will be able to fulfil all your demands for all those scrapping essentials including all the latest deliveries from CHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in joining us for either of these fabulous experiences, please contact us directly at &lt;a href="mailto:info@luxuriousangels.co.uk"&gt;info@luxuriousangels.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;. And state which event you would like a booking form for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day is a quick one, as this is quite a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“What is your occupation?” asked the judge.“I’m a locksmith, your honor.”“And what were you doing in the jeweler’s shop at three in the morning when the police officers entered?’“ I was making a bolt for the door!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-7900000662461908825?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7900000662461908825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=7900000662461908825&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/7900000662461908825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/7900000662461908825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-must-be-mad.html' title='I must be mad'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SP9Si4i7JeI/AAAAAAAAApI/-6JCkWgN64Q/s72-c/IMG_8134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-5733009457430397953</id><published>2008-10-20T20:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:16.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And breathe</title><content type='html'>Finally a week after the retreat I feel like I'm almost back to been human again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retreat was amazing, hard hard work, but so worth it, we had the most amazing classes, and yes I know I promised I would take pics of mine but honestly I've not had a minute to spare and the lighting is poo pants at the moment, however Kirsty did manage to take pics of her take on the class and if you pop over to her blog (link on the right hand side) you can see it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the hotel on Thursday night and started the long task of unpacking, I have no idea how many car loads we had, but I'm telling you, it took us a hell of a long time to do it all.  We put everything into a storage room till later in the evening, and then me and Janet moved it once our room became available (it was booked for a dinner function)  We lugged the lot of it to the classroom and I got up far far to early in the morning to move it to the actual shop area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls started to arrive from midday and where very patient with us, as we where still running around like headless chickens. But the idea of opening the day at midday was to allow the girls to settle into there cropping area and relax and meet new friends, the activities did not kick off till after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first class was meant to be taught by Suzanne, but the poor darling was not feeling great so a quick swap round of the schedule and into the breach stepped Kirsty who taught the most adorable class using Artic Frog papers and then a cute mini project using the scraps, Kirsty also taught her make and take of the weekend and that was us for the night.  Well we wanted to break the girls in gently.    We spent the rest of the evening with challenges (mini bags) and chatting, drinking, etc, only thing that did not seem to be happening was lots of scrapping, hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had three master classes, three mini classes and one make and take project, and one challenge to do, so absolutely no time to come up for air.  The girls loved the classes and the day delegates got right into the swing of it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Suzanne's day, she had a class first thing in the morning and a make and take to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down side to the whole weekend was that I had asked Cal to come along as a surprise guest to show the girls some Techniques with inks, etc, but we ran out of time,   I seriously need the days to be at least 30 hours long when we do these weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crammed in tons and tons of stuff, the girls went home with bags bursting at the seams from all the class kits and goodies on offer, and a few pounds lighter in the purse thanks the amazing shop that Sarah from &lt;a href="http://www.sarahscards.co.uk/"&gt;Sarah's cards&lt;/a&gt; brought along.  I swear to god I have never seen so much stash in one place, I thought I had died and gone to heaven when I saw her collection of Thickers, that girl carries the whole range, the only person in the UK to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first retreat since Angela left the business at the end of March this year, and I have to admit to having some butterflies before the actual weekend, but you know what, I did it, it was a massive success and I'm gonna keep doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I've already booked the hotels for March in Scotland next year and October in Crewe, so watch this space, I'll be announcing dates next week, once I've had time to catch up on everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day for you all now, I got this one today from Jane, one of my friends, and it had me tittering away at my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was sitting in the bar in departures at Manchester airport.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful woman walks in and sits down at the table next to him.&lt;br /&gt;So he decides because she's got a uniform on, she's probably an off-duty flight attendant.&lt;br /&gt;So he decides to have a go at picking her up by identifying the airline she flies for, thereby impressing her greatly.&lt;br /&gt;He leans across to her and says the Delta Airlines motto 'We love to fly and it shows'.&lt;br /&gt;The woman looks at him blankly.&lt;br /&gt;He sits back and thinks up another line.He leans forward again and delivers the Air France motto 'Winning the hearts of the world'.&lt;br /&gt;Again she just stares at him with a slightly puzzled look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;Undeterred, he tries again, this time saying the Malaysian Airlines motto 'Going beyond expectations'.&lt;br /&gt;The woman looks at him sternly and says 'What the f*** do you want?''&lt;br /&gt;Ah!' he says, sitting back with a smile on his face........&lt;br /&gt;' Ryanair' .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-5733009457430397953?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5733009457430397953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=5733009457430397953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5733009457430397953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5733009457430397953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-breathe.html' title='And breathe'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-2325001223260415474</id><published>2008-10-08T19:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:58:53.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off...........</title><content type='html'>............ in a motor car.  Yahoo, I managed to fit everything that I think I'm suppose to be taking to the Luxurious Angels Scrapbooking Experience.  I even remembered to pack clothes for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do is pack my toilet stuff in the morning and then I'm off to Crewe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, Lianne and I are going to be setting it all up on the Thursday and then from midday on the Friday all the girls arrive, and I can't wait.  I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished up early at work today, as had an appointment at the physio's.  I injured my hand quite a few weeks ago, and I can no longer move it, which in itself poses a problem for when I teach my classes, but fingers crossed I manage it ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to get tea sorted and get an early nights sleep as I'm sure I won't be getting much sleep once the weekend starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the retreat is over, I'll post pics of my classes for you, they are so cool this year and not at all what the girls are expecting, I love the colours in my class kits and I know the girls will go wild when they see the projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with a joke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another one from Natalie, I swear to god that girl keeps me in fits of laughter most of the day with her silly jokes.  Thanks Natalie, your a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu was a prostitute, but she didn't want her grandma to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the police raided the brothel and took all the girls outside and made them line up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Lulu's grandma came by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma asked, 'Why are you standing in line here, dear?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not willing to let her grandma know the truth, Lulu told her that the police were passing out free oranges and she was just lining up for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why, that's awfully nice of them. I think I'll get some for myself,' Grandma said, and she proceeded to the end of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A policeman was going down the line asking for information from all the prostitutes. When he got to Grandma he was bewildered and exclaimed, 'Wow, still going at it at your age? How do you do it old girl?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma replied, 'Oh, it's easy, dear. I just take my dentures out, rip the skin back and suck 'em' dry.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman fainted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-2325001223260415474?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2325001223260415474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=2325001223260415474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/2325001223260415474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/2325001223260415474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m off...........'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-7249403843687568847</id><published>2008-10-05T11:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:12:20.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Honestly I can't believe that in 5 days I will be in Crewe at the 4th Luxurious Angels Scrapbooking Experience. I feel as if my feet have not touched the ground in months. I'm almost ready, only have one task left to do, then I have free time to organise my own personal stuff to take, although I'm not sure its worth taking any thing as at as the whole weekend is jammed packed with classes, mini classes, makes~n~takes and challenges, I'm sure I won't have a spare minute left to work on anything of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The classes are amazing, the kits are huge and the teachers are wonderful, I am so lucky to be able to call all of the teachers my friends as well, We even have two guest teachers dropping in on the Saturday as a surprise for the delegates, shhhhhhhhhhhh don't tell them though, hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit though that in the time spent on planning, organising, packing kits, etc, my house has suffered rather badly, so I'm sure that the house will be pleased once this is over, and I can get back to sorting it out and catching up with my housework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to run now and wrap up presents for prizes but I'll leave you with this fun newspaper clipping I was recently sent by one of my online buddies and also a delegate at the LA Scrapbooking Experience, Natalie, it had me spitting coffee at my screen as I read it, hope you enjoy it as much as I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253610435608707826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SOiS2zq-AvI/AAAAAAAAAow/pPlZijdQcrU/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Take care of yourselves. mwahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-7249403843687568847?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7249403843687568847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=7249403843687568847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/7249403843687568847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/7249403843687568847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go...........'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SOiS2zq-AvI/AAAAAAAAAow/pPlZijdQcrU/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-5713541232041738775</id><published>2008-09-20T08:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:13:34.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For Cal</title><content type='html'>I know I'm a bad blogger, and I do have loads to tell you, but I'm quite short of time at the moment, busy organising the Luxurious Angels Scrapbooking Experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by special request from &lt;a href="http://hysteri-cal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cal&lt;/a&gt;, I have a joke of the day for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary, For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Brad, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Brad waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Brad gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Brad was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Brad made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Brad's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Brad was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Brad put me on the stair monster. Why the #@* would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Brad told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY: Brad was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes. Brad took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny #@*to find me. Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY: I hate that Brad more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little #@*. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. Brad wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the #@* barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY: Brad left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing him made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little #@*) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed that Cal, take care of yourself. xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-5713541232041738775?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5713541232041738775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=5713541232041738775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5713541232041738775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5713541232041738775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-cal.html' title='For Cal'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-4829818468950014600</id><published>2008-08-17T22:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:26:11.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a walking feast</title><content type='html'>for Midges that is, the little buggers have had a field day with me, they have taken nibbles out of my face, neck, arms, hands and legs, I even have one on my bum.... no idea how that little so and so got in their.  I have just returned from the most amazing holiday I have ever had in Scotland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ben along with his godmother Janet and Uncle Dave have all been to Wester Ross, for a week of glorious sunshine.  I kid you not, the sun shone ever day, except for Friday, when it rained in the morning.  We have spent hours on beaches that look like they belong in the indian ocean, we have a little tan to show off, and we are so chilled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my good friend Anne and her adorable hubby Iain, we ate like pigs and slept like logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I now have to wash a mountain of dirty clothes, unpack quite a lot of stuff and get Ben all organised for his return to School tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo, the school holidays are over, well at least for a short while, before you know it half term will be upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm knackered so its only a short post tonight, and I'm sorry, no jokes, however I have come back to an inbox bursting at the seams with jokes galore from my pals, so I shall be back with some funnies soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody out their knows of a cure to stop the itching, please let me know, so far we have exhausted boots the chemist of all their bite cures, used tea tree oil and salvon, and still no relief is to be found, I'm off to mix up some bicarbonate of soda now and calamine lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx mwahahahahahahahaha xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-4829818468950014600?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4829818468950014600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=4829818468950014600&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4829818468950014600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4829818468950014600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-walking-feast.html' title='I am a walking feast'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-6576298962981124365</id><published>2008-08-10T01:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:38:08.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Night</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I went to the races, Hamilton Park Racecourse had a Ladies Night and Lesley Anne and I went along. We got all dolled up and even went as far as to wear a hat, well Lesley Anne wore a hat, I wore a flamengo, hee hee. Now I'm not a gambler, I can't understand the need to throw my money away after a nag, but I did join in the spirit and bet on every nag I could find, unfortunately no bookmaker would take any money off me for Lesley Anne, ha ha. Only joking LA if you reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time, and I never got home till the very early hours, sporting two massive blisters and a gash on the top of my foot that I have no idea how I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the races after Hue and Cry had played. Yes you read that right, Hue and Cry 'looking for Linda' poor blokes still have not found her. We met some guys that I know and had a giggle with them, and even had a dance. Oh get us, what are we like. However after one of them had guessed my age at been 40, I made a hasty exit. We ended up at a private party with a few footy players. Don't ask me how, neither I or LA can explain that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while we got bored, they are not all they cracked up to be, and we jumped into a taxi. LA went home, me I went to the local nightclub, though I never made it in, its one of those that has a large courtyard area out the front where all the smokers stand and chat away, I never made it beyond that point, actually more to do with the fact that I don't think I could have danced with the stupid shoes I had on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I jumped into a taxi for the safey of home, phew what a relief to get those shoes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of Lesley Anne in her hat, wicked witch got more compliments than me, however I do have to say, she looked stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232692301249023202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SJ5B7IrejOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/CfHl03NmUsk/s320/Lesley+Anne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry about the quality of the pic, but it was taken on my phone. I do have a pic of me, but LA took it and its on my phone and I can't figure out how to get it onto my pc, I'm ok with pics I've taken, but pics anybody send me, seems my phone likes to eat them, bloody thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway we had a great day and night, and I'm sure we will be doing it again soon, Officer and a Gentleman night is coming up soon, Yahoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joke of the day time, enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How to give a cat a pill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Pick up the cat and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left Arm and repeat process. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm, holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws, ignore growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold cat's head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Wrap cat in a large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with cat's head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of a drinking straw, force cat's mouth open with pencil and blow down straw. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Check label to make sure pill is not harmful to humans, drink a beer to take away the taste. Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from the carpet with soap and water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Tie the little angel’s front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of the dining table. Find heavy pruning gloves from shed. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of fillet steak. Be rough about it. Hold head vertical and pour 2 pints of water down cat's throat to wash down pill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Consume remainder of scotch. Get spouse to drive you to the A&amp;amp;E, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill from your eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order a new table. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Arrange for RSPCA to collect the mutant cat from hell and ring local pet shop to see whether they have any hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care of yourselves. mwahahahahahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-6576298962981124365?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6576298962981124365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=6576298962981124365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6576298962981124365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6576298962981124365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/08/ladies-night.html' title='Ladies Night'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SJ5B7IrejOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/CfHl03NmUsk/s72-c/Lesley+Anne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-6204561949061875112</id><published>2008-08-07T22:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:49:16.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a big day.</title><content type='html'>Two things where meant to happen, unfortunately only one did, the other one went completely the wrong way.  Don't you just hate it when that happens.  kinda takes the shine of the other one that did go the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your all enjoying this lovely rain.............. What the hell is that all about, its bloody summer for christs sake, where is the sun.  Whoever is holding it ransom, please let us know the cost to release it, I'll gladly chip in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ben are slowly coming back down to earth after our recent visit from Suzanne and the tribe.  We love having them come to stay with us, just a shame that the weather was poo pants.  Unfortunately Suzanne took not well whilst she was here, and that kinda was not fun for anybody, but lest of all Suzanne, who become quite familiar with my toilet bowl.  Poor darling, fingers crossed though, after some loving and hugs, and my terrible sense of humour she seems to be on the mend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Suzanne and the tribe left, my godchildren arrived for an overnight visit, I adore my godchildren to pieces, and usually take hundreds of pics of them, but this time, I took not one, instead we just messed about together, relaxed, told jokes and had a good old giggle.  I do love been the chilled out Aunt for them. They run wild when they are here, and they are allowed to.  That's why the love it so much.  Their parents probably hate me for it, but hey, I'm not releasing the title of cool aunt for anybody.  I worked bloody hard for it, and I'm keeping it. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats it, I'll leave you with a joke of the day from my adorable god-daughter, Natascha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.  mwahahahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-569dcf878da6c264" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D569dcf878da6c264%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884486%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D343EB9AA7552D91C91522A950569DEF3132279BA.57491ECA6BA025C42FAB428B6E8BBBCCD464F780%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D569dcf878da6c264%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2R2LtTooBS-4zti-t8FJgNVmtTY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D569dcf878da6c264%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884486%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D343EB9AA7552D91C91522A950569DEF3132279BA.57491ECA6BA025C42FAB428B6E8BBBCCD464F780%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D569dcf878da6c264%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2R2LtTooBS-4zti-t8FJgNVmtTY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-6204561949061875112?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=569dcf878da6c264&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6204561949061875112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=6204561949061875112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6204561949061875112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6204561949061875112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-was-big-day.html' title='Today was a big day.'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-4997343337892010667</id><published>2008-08-04T20:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:21:45.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A true Australian Ghost story...</title><content type='html'>Joke of the Day...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not - you judge.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story happened a while ago in Sydney, and even though it sounds&lt;br /&gt;Like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;John Bradford, a Sydney University student, was on the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;Hitch hiking on a very dark night and in the midst of a storm.&lt;br /&gt;The night was rolling on and no car went by. The storm was so strong he&lt;br /&gt;Could hardly see a few feet ahead of him.  Suddenly he saw a car slowly&lt;br /&gt;Coming towards him and stopped. John, desperate for shelter and without&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, got in the car and closed the door, just to realise&lt;br /&gt;There was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn't on!&lt;br /&gt;The car started moving slowly. John looked at the road and saw a curve&lt;br /&gt;Approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life. Then,&lt;br /&gt;Just before he hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and&lt;br /&gt;Turned the wheel. John, paralysed with terror, watched how the hand&lt;br /&gt;Repeatedly came through the window but never harmed him.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly thereafter John saw the lights of a pub down the road so,&lt;br /&gt;Gathering strength, jumped out of the car and ran to it.  Wet and out of&lt;br /&gt;Breath, he rushed inside and started telling everybody about the&lt;br /&gt;Horrible experience he had just experienced.&lt;br /&gt;A silence enveloped the pub when everybody realised he was crying and&lt;br /&gt;?... Wasn't drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly two other people walked into the same pub. They, like John,&lt;br /&gt;Were also wet and out of breath. Looking around and seeing John Bradford&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing at the bar, one said to the other,&lt;br /&gt;'Look, Bruce??  There's that F******** idiot that got in the car while we were pushing it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee, thanks Natalie, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care of yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-4997343337892010667?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4997343337892010667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=4997343337892010667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4997343337892010667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4997343337892010667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-australian-ghost-story.html' title='A true Australian Ghost story...'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-152206900765822860</id><published>2008-08-01T11:49:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:29:24.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis must be Oscar Season ??????</title><content type='html'>Honestly I think it must be, as I've received two of the most amazing awards you could hope to come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one is from &lt;a href="http://hysteri-cal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and is The Wylde Women award. The Wylde Women award was devised by &lt;a href="http://www.tammyvitale.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Tammy Vitale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, she created it specially for Women. It can be passed on to one person or a hundred. To receive the award all you have to do is be Generous (for instance with your ideas or time) towards other crafters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229505331706836546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SJLvZF9ltkI/AAAAAAAAAoI/9TVcK1qkvFo/s320/wylde_woman_award1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Please go and visit Tammy's blogs, she creates the most amazing pieces of artwork, that are unique, inspiring and inspirational. And she does links to the most amazing blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to pick somebody to pass this onto, so I am going to pass this onto somebody who's work I admire so much, I adore this person and am so glad to have her as one of my friends. I present the Wylde Women Award to &lt;a href="http://the-other-side-of-paris.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Kate qualifies for this award as she is an amazing Photographer, not your scrapbooking kinda of photography, more documentary style, I am honoured to say, I even own some of her artwork, and its my most treasured item in the house, if I have a fire, you can bet I'll be grabbing those pics of the wall before I grab my scrapbooks. She is so generous with her time and knowledge, and if you get a chance to tail her around a city, please do so, she will make you see things you would never have noticed without her to guide your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second award has come from &lt;a href="http://thefineartoframblinon.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Maggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a special award given to weblogs that somehow catch your eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229505493621904658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SJLvihJJlRI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/F0dfpnlHKGk/s320/award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The rules for this award are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The winner can put the logo on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Link the person you received your award from.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put links of those blogs on yours.&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave a message on the blogs of the girls you've nominated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to nominate the following people whose blogs I love: &lt;a href="http://hysteri-cal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fruitysuet.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://limegreenbogiegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Kirsty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarahscardsltd.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lucky am I, I have the most amazing friends and am honoured to know the most talented people on the planet. Girls I wubs you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves, and I'll be back soon with a proper update and jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahahaahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-152206900765822860?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/152206900765822860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=152206900765822860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/152206900765822860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/152206900765822860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/08/tis-must-be-oscar-season.html' title='Tis must be Oscar Season ??????'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SJLvZF9ltkI/AAAAAAAAAoI/9TVcK1qkvFo/s72-c/wylde_woman_award1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-8362700199209303033</id><published>2008-07-24T23:31:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T02:10:52.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIkDvTE0o7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/SGUU7s6KSzM/s1600-h/IMG_7001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226712953649406898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="254" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIkDvTE0o7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/SGUU7s6KSzM/s320/IMG_7001.JPG" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Saturday saw me and Clare rise from our pit slightly later than expected, (see the video below for a full explaination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once dressed and ready, we set off for a cardiac arrest breakfast/brunch at the local cottage cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I should not confess to this, but this is my idea of heaven on a plate. I don't have it often, but when I do, ummmmmmhhhhhhhh yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once suitable re-fuelled and hangover dulling down, we set off for a day out at the Safari Park. Clare had celebrated her birthday the weekend before, and this was our first opportunity to mark the occassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled up at the gates of Blair Drummond and asked for 2 big kid tickets please, yes, you can see where this is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once inside the park, we thought we would get the fun stuff over with first, so monkey island here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way, we spotted a few animals, nothing of interest though, till we came across this rare breed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIp0YhMKSXI/AAAAAAAAAng/4dYG8_XBge8/s1600-h/IMG_7016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227118282091940210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIp0YhMKSXI/AAAAAAAAAng/4dYG8_XBge8/s320/IMG_7016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cute Boy&lt;/span&gt;...................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clare insisted I take a pic as she rather fancied him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then is was off to Lemur Land, where I must point out, we did not spot one bloody lemur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedal boats came next, after a long winded promise to not rock the boat, blah blah was made by me. hee hee, like I would ever do that to anybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227117747938744690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIpz5bUHWXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/HNhz3baYW88/s320/IMG_7019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, where did that double chin come from, I'm gonna blame that on the camera angle, etc, etc. I would like to draw your attention at this point to our lovely fresh complexions, and the massive circle of spots of my nose, ahhhhhhhhhhhh, chocolate face masks are pointless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day continued along the same silly theme, we took in the sealion show, and then had a go on this............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which resulted in lots of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIp0_JN0dsI/AAAAAAAAAno/xB-Pi4kvuec/s1600-h/IMG_7116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227118945671345858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIp0_JN0dsI/AAAAAAAAAno/xB-Pi4kvuec/s320/IMG_7116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIp2HJq7MxI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LVHfXUg7Noc/s1600-h/IMG_7118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227120182744003346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIp2HJq7MxI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LVHfXUg7Noc/s200/IMG_7118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227119486912734338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIp1epf0pII/AAAAAAAAAnw/zpLu4czWA6g/s200/IMG_7119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody got a Tena lady handy?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clare ended the day at the park by taking a snap of some eye candy I had spotted, if only I had a longer lense on my camera we might have actually been able to see him. Its the one in the baseball cap, he was very very very cute, picture does not do him any justice... Shame really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227121047678764322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIp25fzcRSI/AAAAAAAAAoA/EyrwL031QYI/s320/IMG_7222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home, we cracked open some wine (well we needed to top up from the night before) and we settled down to watch 'A wonderful life', Yes I hear you all screaming, its a Christmas movie, but somebody at work had told Clare all about it, and she insisted on watching it.  Actually its one of those movies that is ok anytime of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after a weekend like that, you can understand why I'm only just blogging about it now, its taken all week to recover.  I now have a misplaced hernia from laughing so hard and a standing order with Tena lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll come back at some point and fill you in on the rest of whats happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then I'll leave you with my Joke of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An Amish woman and her daughter were riding in an old buggy one cold blustery day. The daughter said to her mother, "My hands are freezing cold." The mother replied, "Put them between your legs. Your body heat will warm them up." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The daughter did, and her hands warmed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day the daughter was riding with her boy friend who said, "My hands are freezing cold." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl replied, "Put them between my legs The warmth of my body will warm them up."He did, and warmed his hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following day the boyfriend was again in the buggy with the daughter. He said, "My nose is cold." The girl replied "Put it between my legs. The warmth of my body will warm it up." He did, and warmed his nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day the boyfriend was again driving with the daughter, and he said, "My penis is frozen solid." . . . . . . . . . . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following day the daughter was driving in the buggy with her mother again, and she says to her mother, "Have you ever heard of a penis?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slightly concerned the mother said, "Why, yes. Why do you ask?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The daughter replies, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"They make one hell of a mess when they defrost, don't they? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8362700199209303033?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8362700199209303033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=8362700199209303033&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8362700199209303033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8362700199209303033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-day-out.html' title='Great Day out'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIkDvTE0o7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/SGUU7s6KSzM/s72-c/IMG_7001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-7548491417802058906</id><published>2008-07-20T21:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:44:34.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ummmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Did we really do that video, OMG, what where we like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the next day, we both woke up as fresh as daisy's (not) at midday, not a great start, hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the night before we had washed off the masks, Clare said my face was very very brown, and had I read the instructions correctly.  Once my eyes where able to focus, Clare's face was also rather brown.............. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................ panic........................ run to bathroom for deeper examination...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we are def. browner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much scrubbing, phew, back to normal, well if you can call very red skin normal, our browness has left us and is now living on my hand towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self, do not do face mask when drunk, especially not a chocolate one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hear you all ask, do we look years younger.  Well our skin did feel much softer, however I have a pimple the size of a small island on the end of my nose, so I'm not that impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you all enjoyed our little video, Cal, I will kill you though, next time I see you for sending people over to look, it was only suppose to be my friends that come and visit, I've had over 100 visitors in two days, that never happens here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, far to tired out to do a joke today, but I'll do one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-7548491417802058906?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7548491417802058906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=7548491417802058906&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/7548491417802058906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/7548491417802058906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/07/ummmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='ummmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-6265985452149791893</id><published>2008-07-18T23:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:08:25.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Girls + Lots of Booze =</title><content type='html'>This. &lt;A href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIEgUqG8RHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/RCaQK7hHkTc/s1600-h/IMG_7000.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224492581999363186 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIEgUqG8RHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/RCaQK7hHkTc/s320/IMG_7000.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIEg4xLp75I/AAAAAAAAAnA/-e3DI-Q9fx4/s1600-h/IMG_6980.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224493202373472146 style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIEg4xLp75I/AAAAAAAAAnA/-e3DI-Q9fx4/s320/IMG_6980.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the joke of the day love from us. 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See you tomorrow when we are sober and regretful.xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-6265985452149791893?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6cffea1372867cec&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b123b48ab18919a7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6265985452149791893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=6265985452149791893&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6265985452149791893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6265985452149791893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-girls-lots-of-booze.html' title='Two Girls + Lots of Booze ='/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SIEgUqG8RHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/RCaQK7hHkTc/s72-c/IMG_7000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-3156407314090401133</id><published>2008-07-17T18:39:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:48:27.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you Adam and Eve it.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-E1LQTCXI/AAAAAAAAAmE/pOXq4BLwqIo/s1600-h/1.815577515"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-FgBSrcpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/trN_HfQfcYo/s320/4.815577516" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224040877922153106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-Fo16YmFI/AAAAAAAAAmk/JRb2LAQyiuI/s1600-h/5.815577516"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-Fo16YmFI/AAAAAAAAAmk/JRb2LAQyiuI/s320/5.815577516" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224041029486286930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-3156407314090401133?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3156407314090401133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=3156407314090401133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3156407314090401133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3156407314090401133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/07/would-you-adam-and-eve-it.html' title='Would you Adam and Eve it.............'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-E1LQTCXI/AAAAAAAAAmE/pOXq4BLwqIo/s72-c/1.815577515' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-3065616940896518077</id><published>2008-07-12T00:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:44:45.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fairy Tale</title><content type='html'>This fairy tale should have been read to us girls when we were little: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in a land far away,   &lt;br /&gt;a beautiful, independent,self-assured princess  &lt;br /&gt;happened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issues &lt;br /&gt;on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog hopped into the princess' lap and said: ' Elegant Lady, &lt;br /&gt;I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back &lt;br /&gt;into the dapper, young prince that I am  and then, my sweet, we can marry  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and set up house In your castle  with my mother,  where you can prepare my meals,  &lt;br /&gt;clean my clothes, bear my children, Walk my dog And attend to my every need  &lt;br /&gt;forever you will feel  grateful and happy doing so. ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on lightly sauteed frog legs &lt;br /&gt;seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce,  she sipped her chilled &lt;br /&gt;crisp wine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuckled &lt;br /&gt;and thought to herself: I don't f**in' think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nat, you owe me a new screen, this one is covered in coffee, again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves, Mwahahahhahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-3065616940896518077?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3065616940896518077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=3065616940896518077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3065616940896518077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3065616940896518077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/07/fairy-tale.html' title='A Fairy Tale'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-6055677819229324029</id><published>2008-07-10T23:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:18:37.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Go to to LA.</title><content type='html'>Well why not come with me then, I'm off in October, quick detour via Crewe first though, umhhhhhhhhhhhh actually think we might just stop their, I know this amazing hotel, its ****4 Stars, can you believe that, has the most amazing spa area, (I'll be the one lay on the massage table), a PGA golf course if you fancy that sort of thing, me personally, nope, can't hit a golf ball to save my life, am likely to cause serious injury to anybody stood within a 20 foot radius, as my club will surely leave my hand and hit you on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But better than all that, it has an amazing room, that is set out just for scrappers, so we can scrap all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go on, you know you wanna come along and join in the fun, email me if you wanna come or visit the website for all the info on it.  www.luxuriousangels.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day, comes from a friend at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young monk arrives at the monastery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canons and laws of the church by hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copies, not from the original manuscript.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first copy, it would never be picked up!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, that error would be continued in all of the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subsequent copies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head monk, says, 'We have been copying from the copies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vault that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We missed the R !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed the R !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed the R !' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying  uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young monk asks the old abbot, 'What's wrong, father?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With A choking voice, the old abbot replies, 'The word was...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'CELEBRATE !!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-6055677819229324029?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6055677819229324029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=6055677819229324029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6055677819229324029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6055677819229324029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/07/wanna-go-to-to-la.html' title='Wanna Go to to LA.'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-3292077960277927722</id><published>2008-07-08T00:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:10:30.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Ticket</title><content type='html'>A great joke from one of my bestest pals, Liza T.  I luvs you babes... mwah....xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAIN TICKET &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three women and three men are travelling by train to the rugby match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the station, the three men each buy a ticket and watch as the three women buy just one ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How are the three of you going to travel on only one ticket?' asks one of the men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Watch and learn,' answers one of the women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all board the train. The three men take their respective seats but all three women cram into a toilet together and close the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knocks on the toilet door and says, 'Ticket, please. The door opens just a crack, and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conductor takes it and moves on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men see this happen and agree it was quite a clever idea; so, after the game, they decide to do the same thing on the return trip and save some money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they get to the station they buy a single ticket for the return trip but see, to their astonishment, that the three women don't buy any ticket at all!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How are you going to travel without a ticket?' says one perplexed man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Watch and learn,' answer the women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they board the train, the three men cram themselves into a toilet, and the three women cram into another toilet just down the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the train is on its way, one of the women leaves her toilet and walks over to the toilet in which the men are hiding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman knocks on their door and says, 'Ticket, please.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-3292077960277927722?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3292077960277927722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=3292077960277927722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3292077960277927722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3292077960277927722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/07/train-ticket.html' title='Train Ticket'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-5426183571903530240</id><published>2008-07-04T23:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:22:31.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Happy Ending.....</title><content type='html'>This is another one from Natalie, thanks Nat, this is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A newlywed couple had only been married for two weeks. The husband, although very much in love, couldn't wait to go out on the town and party with his old buddies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he said to his new wife, "Honey, I'll be right back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going, coochy cooh?" asked the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to the bar, pretty face. I' m going to have a beer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife said, "You want a beer, my love?" She opened the door to the refrigerator and showed him 25 different kinds of beer, brands from 12 different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband didn't know what to do, and the only thing that he could &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of saying was, "Yes, lolly pop...but at the bar...you know...they have frozen glasses..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't get to finish the sentence, because the wife interrupted him by saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want a frozen glass, puppy face?" She took a huge beer mug out of the freezer, so frozen that she was getting chills just holding it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband, looking a bit pale, said, "Yes, tootsie roll, but at the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bar they have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious... I won't be long, I'll be right back. I promise. OK?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want hors d'oeuvres, poochi pooh?" She opened the oven and took out 5 dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in blankets, mushroom caps, pork strips, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But my sweet honey... at the bar... you know...there's swearing, dirty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words and all that...""You want dirty words, Dickhead? Drink your fucking beer in your Goddamn frozen mug and eat your motherfucking snacks, because you are Married now, and you aren't going anywhere! Got it, Asshole?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........and, they lived happily ever after. Isn't that a sweet story?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-5426183571903530240?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5426183571903530240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=5426183571903530240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5426183571903530240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5426183571903530240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/07/such-happy-ending.html' title='Such a Happy Ending.....'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-8879196492943296918</id><published>2008-07-03T18:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:41:20.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Women need catalogues</title><content type='html'>I got this in an email from one of the girls that is coming to the Luxurious Angels Scrapbooking Experience, and I honestly have not laughed so hard in .... Well probably hours, cause I do laugh alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9f933bbb2bb907" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D009f933bbb2bb907%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884486%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BBE327EB41D77EA19D17849D77B38178CAF6851.4DEF95D7E805C646F91EE195D773CD798981F225%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f933bbb2bb907%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhR3MjG2UjdcUiK13hE6Q4qf1JxU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D009f933bbb2bb907%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884486%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BBE327EB41D77EA19D17849D77B38178CAF6851.4DEF95D7E805C646F91EE195D773CD798981F225%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f933bbb2bb907%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhR3MjG2UjdcUiK13hE6Q4qf1JxU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Thanks Natalie, you made me almost pee my pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8879196492943296918?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9f933bbb2bb907&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8879196492943296918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=8879196492943296918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8879196492943296918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8879196492943296918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-funny.html' title='Why Women need catalogues'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-5564436112025369817</id><published>2008-07-01T19:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:26:09.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of the house</title><content type='html'>This joke had me wiping coffee off my screen, sent from my friend Jane.  Thanks Jane, any idea how I get coffee out of my nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN OF THE HOUSE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband had just finished reading a new book entitled, 'YOU CAN BE &lt;br /&gt;THE MAN OF YOUR HOUSE'. He stormed to his wife in the kitchen and &lt;br /&gt;announced, 'From now on, you need to know that I am the man of this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house and my word is Law. You will prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when I'm finished eating my meal, you will serve me a sumptuous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dessert. After dinner, you are going to go upstairs with me and we will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have the kind of sex that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, you are going to draw me a bath so I can relax. You will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wash my back and towel me dry and bring me my robe. Then, you will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;massage my feet and hands. Then tomorrow, guess who's going to dress me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and comb my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The wife replied, 'The fuckin' funeral director would be my first guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-5564436112025369817?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5564436112025369817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=5564436112025369817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5564436112025369817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5564436112025369817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-of-house.html' title='Man of the house'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-308256934603054253</id><published>2008-06-29T14:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:40:54.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Fruit are you?</title><content type='html'>I got this off Cal's blog, let me know what fruit you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are an Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeoffruitareyouquiz/orange.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a zest for life, especially for anything colorful, wild, or dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;You have a unique take on the world, and you're not afraid to be a little funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit reserved toward people who don't know you well.&lt;br /&gt;You have a thick skin, which can protect you from anything that goes wrong in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once someone does get to know you, they totally get and appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as a bright person with a refreshing take on life.&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.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Type of Fruit Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-308256934603054253?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/308256934603054253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=308256934603054253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/308256934603054253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/308256934603054253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-fruit-are-you.html' title='What Fruit are you?'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-2164722986549089741</id><published>2008-06-29T14:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:01:45.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For Elin</title><content type='html'>A man who was born with no arms wished to seek employment. Fearing nobody would want to hire him with his obvious disability, he thought he'd answer a help wanted sign he saw posted at his church. He rang the bell at the rectory and when the pastor opened the door he was moved with pity. He asked, "What can I do for you, my son?" The man said I've come to answer your help wanted ad. The pastor became concerned and said that ad is for a bell ringer. He stammered that he didn't think he'd be able to handle the job. The man pleaded and said won't you give me a chance so I can show you what I'm capable of? The pastor relented and hired him. The time came when the church bell had to be rung. The man made his way under the bell, took a running start and threw his body against the bell which resulted in a booming "BONNGGGG" as soon as the vibrations subsided, he took another running start and threw his body into the other side of the bell with the expected result of "BONNNGG" . . . and so it went. Now our armless friend was at the job for several months to the delight of the pastor. One day the guy was running late and in his haste he ran up to the belfry and got his running leap at the bell without first getting under the bell. As he ran right off the side of the tower he screamed. Everyone from within the church filed out and just stared. Finally somebody said "poor fellow, does anybody knows who he is?" To which came the answer from someone in the back . . . "I don't know his name, but his face sure rings a bell."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-2164722986549089741?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2164722986549089741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=2164722986549089741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/2164722986549089741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/2164722986549089741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-elin.html' title='For Elin'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-8350648566933918647</id><published>2008-06-25T09:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:15:01.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And that is not the only one.......</title><content type='html'>We have additional retreats planned for Scotland, more news to follow on that very very very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such an exciting time for me, The hotel in Crewe is amazing and the plans to expand where always on the table, and where been discussed as far back as November last year. And I've had a great time travelling around looking at locations, some not so hot, some amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know why I've not been blogging, I've been far to busy searching for the perfect spots to hold the new Luxurious Angels Scrapping Experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back home and all ready for the summer, so can somebody tell the sun to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start back with the joke of the day again soon, just give me a short while to get back into the swing of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8350648566933918647?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8350648566933918647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=8350648566933918647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8350648566933918647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8350648566933918647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-thats-not-only-one.html' title='And that is not the only one.......'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-6625740026034971219</id><published>2008-06-24T18:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:39:37.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to join me for an amazing Scrapbooking Experience......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SGExKjDNrYI/AAAAAAAAAl8/4E3vJPbggxE/s1600-h/la+blinkie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215503900748918146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SGExKjDNrYI/AAAAAAAAAl8/4E3vJPbggxE/s320/la+blinkie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luxurious Angels, in association with Sarah's Cards Ltd are proud to present a scrapbooking experience.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th to 12th October 2008 - Wychwood Park, Crewe ****4 Star DeVere Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost for the entire weekend will be £260.00 per person per weekend (based on two sharing a twin or double room, single supplement of £25.00 per person per night is applied if you wish to have a single room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A payment plan is available if you wish to manage the fee which can be broken down as £100 deposit now, an additional £100 by end of July and balance payable by end of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The package includes:Lunch and dinner on Friday Breakfast, lunch &amp;amp; dinner on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast &amp;amp; Lunch on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Classes (no need to choose as each delegete will experience the same classes together)&lt;br /&gt;Ample cropping space&lt;br /&gt;Make's and takes&lt;br /&gt;Challenges&lt;br /&gt;Games&lt;br /&gt;Goody bag&lt;br /&gt;Use of all the hotel's leisure facilities (including spa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delegates can bring along their husbands/partners who are golf fanatics if they wish too, at a reduced rate of £199.00. This would include dinner on the Friday, breakfast and dinner on the Saturday and Breakfast on the Sunday. Lunch can be arranged in the Claret Jug (19th Hole!) at an additional fee if they wish. Your partners will qualify for a discounted rate of £25.00 per tee off, assuming they book quickly. Remember to tell them that it’s a PGA course - apparently that means something to golfers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers&lt;br /&gt;5 excellent classes have been planned by some of your favourite teachers as we type!&lt;br /&gt;They are:&lt;br /&gt;Roz Carter&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne Torr&lt;br /&gt;Kirsty Wiseman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop til you drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarahs Cards Ltd will be on site and demand for all those scrapping essentials including all their latest deliveries from CHA Summer 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in joining us for this fabulous experience, please contact Sarah or Roz at &lt;a href="mailto:info@sarahscardsltd.com"&gt;info@sarahscardsltd.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="mailto:info@luxuriousangels.co.uk"&gt;info@luxuriousangels.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/25089073-6625740026034971219?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6625740026034971219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=6625740026034971219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6625740026034971219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6625740026034971219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/06/want-to-join-me-for-amazing.html' title='Do you want to join me for an amazing Scrapbooking Experience......'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SGExKjDNrYI/AAAAAAAAAl8/4E3vJPbggxE/s72-c/la+blinkie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-4541213726846844859</id><published>2008-05-02T17:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:16:01.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a rest from Blogging and from the scrapping world for a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well deserved break I would say, I'll be back soon though and hopefully with news of the next Luxurious Angels retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves girls and I'll see you all soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-4541213726846844859?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4541213726846844859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=4541213726846844859&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4541213726846844859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4541213726846844859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/05/rest.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-1468787553535239837</id><published>2008-04-15T00:03:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:28:35.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Design Projects</title><content type='html'>As promised here are the things I made with the Design Kit Angela from &lt;a href="http://www.angelcrafts.biz/"&gt;Angel Crafts &lt;/a&gt;sent me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed two layouts and a card, still have some scraps left, but put them to one side for the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my kit I received a sheet of &lt;a href="http://www.angelcrafts.biz/product_info.php?products_id=1986"&gt;Scenic Route White lined paper&lt;/a&gt;, a sheet of &lt;a href="http://www.angelcrafts.biz/product_info.php?products_id=1813"&gt;Making Memories - 5th Avenue - Sophia Flocked Leaves&lt;/a&gt;, a sheet of &lt;a href="http://www.angelcrafts.biz/product_info.php?products_id=1817"&gt;Making memories - 5th Avenue - Sophia Floral&lt;/a&gt; and a sheet of &lt;a href="http://www.angelcrafts.biz/product_info.php?products_id=1816"&gt;Making Memories - 5th Avenue - Sophia Geo Floral&lt;/a&gt;. I added a few things of my own, bazzill, blossoms, chipboard, alphas and some brads and I managed to make these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189241899952176050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SAPkA6Q4-7I/AAAAAAAAAk4/rU30ax_A5mQ/s400/IMG_5943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This layout is using one of the many photos Kirsty Wiseman took of me in my house last year.  Although my eyes are shut in this picture, it kinda sums up how I'm feeling at the moment, and how important my home is to me and how it keeps me centered, calm and sane all at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SAPkN6Q4-8I/AAAAAAAAAlA/TefgFmP_YYQ/s1600-h/IMG_5944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189242123290475458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SAPkN6Q4-8I/AAAAAAAAAlA/TefgFmP_YYQ/s200/IMG_5944.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SAPkR6Q4-9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/TU7gXcOTa6k/s1600-h/IMG_5945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189242192009952210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="250" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SAPkR6Q4-9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/TU7gXcOTa6k/s200/IMG_5945.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some close up details of the heart with a scalloped bazzill border, hand cut and the cluster of embellishments.  I especially love the badge, which came from paperchase and the large chipboard key came from Suzanne's stash, psssttt don't tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189242411053284322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SAPkeqQ4--I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/41CH1jwyI3o/s320/IMG_5940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A quick and easy card made with the left over paper and some of the many blossoms I seem to have breeding in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189242539902303218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SAPkmKQ4-_I/AAAAAAAAAlY/yYEKedzd_Ug/s400/IMG_5961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SAPkt6Q4_AI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Dyh0T8PAvlE/s1600-h/IMG_5962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189242673046289410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SAPkt6Q4_AI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Dyh0T8PAvlE/s200/IMG_5962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SAPkx6Q4_BI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Q0rcLEHmgu8/s1600-h/IMG_5963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189242741765766162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SAPkx6Q4_BI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Q0rcLEHmgu8/s200/IMG_5963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A page made using the off cut of the bazzill heart that overhung on the first page and some of the lovely flocked leaves cut out.  I love how the title came out, I stamped over the letters with a hero art leaves stamp and some acrylic paint.  Really make it pop from the page now and ties in with the handcut leaves.  I'll add my journalling later to this, once I can decide what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has been great fun, but we did not seem to achieve a lot, we nipped over to Livingston as I needed to visit the papermill to pick up some cardstock for a class I'm teaching soon.  We took a quick wander around so that the girls could see the water feature that is located their, it is amazing, and I have taken some pictures of it, but not had a chance to upload them yet.  I will try before the week is out.  Then it was home.  I have felt like I'm fighting a cold off for a few weeks now, and in the car on the way home, I could not stop sneezing, so once home, Suzanne took charge so I could lie down for an hour in the vain home that it would pass.  Well it seems to have done the trick so far, fingers crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I must rush as me and Suzanne have some scrapping planned now the kids are in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joke of the day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A man calls home to his wife and says, "Honey I have been asked to go fishing at a big lake up in Canada with my boss and several of his friends. We'll be gone for a week. This is a good opportunity for me to get that promotion I've been wanting, so would you please pack me enough clothes for a week and set out my rod and tackle box. We're leaving from the office and I will swing by the house to pick my things up. Oh! And please pack my new blue silk pajamas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wife thinks this sounds a little fishy but being a good wife she does exactly what her husband asked. The following weekend he comes home a little tired but otherwise looking good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wife welcomes him home and asks if he caught many fish. He says, "Yes! Lots of Walleye, some Blue gill, and a few Pike. But why didn't you pack my new blue silk pajamas like I asked you to do?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wife replies; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I did, they were in your tackle box."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-1468787553535239837?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1468787553535239837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=1468787553535239837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1468787553535239837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1468787553535239837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/04/design-projects.html' title='Design Projects'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SAPkA6Q4-7I/AAAAAAAAAk4/rU30ax_A5mQ/s72-c/IMG_5943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-803272500118385382</id><published>2008-04-13T22:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:06:03.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangover - What bloody hangover...................</title><content type='html'>I tried so hard to get myself drunk, but you know sometimes it just seems impossible, probably did not help that I kept neglecting my drink in favour of yet more bloody cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up Saturday morning, bright and early, after a very restless nights sleep, and am now sporting a lovely set of matching bags under my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne and the kids arrived up on Saturday at about 5pm, and I had tea all ready for us.  We spent a great night watching Britians got talent, how bloody amazing was that Dog - Bob, I've never seen a dog walk backwards before on its hind legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Ben was bag packing in Asda for Army Cadets, so it was up early again, and whilst I was their I did our food shop for the week, then back home, got everything ready for tea, made a picnic up and then off we went to Calderglen Country Park.  I've never been their before, but it was brilliant, although a little muddy, and my suggestion of a short cut across a field did not go down to well.  Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back home in time for Ben and tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have spent a lovely evening scrapping together, I've managed two layouts and a card for Angela's Design Team over at Angel Crafts, but I'll photograph them in the morning cause the light is poo pants just now, so I'll share them with you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, best go, I have been asked to teach a class to the ladies at my local card group and I have a stack of papers crying out to be turned into something scrummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day comes from Clare in Australlia, Babes I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ways to Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity .&lt;br /&gt;1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Done That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.&lt;br /&gt;3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries with that.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It "In." &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Done That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.&lt;br /&gt;6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write " For Smuggling Diamonds"&lt;br /&gt;7. Finish All Your sentences! With "In Accordance With The Prophecy."&lt;br /&gt;8 .. Don't use any punctuation &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do that all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.&lt;br /&gt;10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go." &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Done that, really confuses them, hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sing Along At The Opera .&lt;br /&gt;13. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play tropical Sounds All Day.&lt;br /&gt;15 Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In The Mood.&lt;br /&gt;16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Bottom.&lt;br /&gt;17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won!, I Won!" &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Done that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives, They're Loose!!"&lt;br /&gt;19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner. "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go." &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wish I could do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity.......Send This E-mail To Someone ToMake Them Smile.Its Called ..... Therapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bollocks to that, I'll just post it here instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how many have you done, or wish you could do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-803272500118385382?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/803272500118385382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=803272500118385382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/803272500118385382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/803272500118385382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/04/hangover-what-bloody-hangover.html' title='Hangover - What bloody hangover...................'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-1740944513883379244</id><published>2008-04-11T20:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:02:22.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Home from work, off for a full week, house is clean and ready for guests to arrive, just need to do food shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at last I can have my nervous Breakdown.  I intent to get very very drunk tonight, listen to crap tv and music and have a bloody good sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then once I recover from my hangover, which I best have, as won't feel fully sorry for myself till I do have one.  I will attempt to put my life into order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, why does life decide to treat you crap.  I honestly thought everything was going ok, ok, i'm not loaded, I don't live the healthiest lifestyle, but I was happy.  And all of a sudden, the rug gets pulled out from under you and you find yourself flat on your back looking up at rain clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I don't blog for a few days, its cause my head is throbbing, heres hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day is from a colleague at work:&lt;br /&gt;There's an Englishman, Irishman &amp;amp; Scotsman all talking about their teenage daughters. The Englishman says " I was cleaning mydaughter's room the other day &amp;amp; I found a packet of cigarettes. I was really shocked as I didn't even know she smokes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scotsman says "That's nothing. I was cleaning my daughter's room the other day when I came across a half full bottle of Vodka. I was really shocked as Ididn't even know she drank."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that the Irishman says " Both of you have got nothing to worry about. I was cleaning my daughter's room the other day when I found  packet of condoms. I was really shocked. I didn't even know She had a willy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-1740944513883379244?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1740944513883379244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=1740944513883379244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1740944513883379244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1740944513883379244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-1489904857916842440</id><published>2008-04-10T18:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:58:58.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning binge</title><content type='html'>I've taken a mad spell of cleaning, my house is almost like a new pin.  Out with the old and in with the new as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having difficulty sleeping and have quite a lot on my mind at the moment, and cleaning helps me to block all the thoughts and problems that I currently have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben can't believe it, every room he goes into is like a palace, and all he can hear is me saying right behind him, don't you dare mess it up, hee hee, typical mum I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one more day at work, and then I'm off for a week and I'll be able to collapse in a heap and let all these problems pile on and hopefully I'll be able to deal with each one appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, Suzanne and the kids are coming to stay for a week with us, I have a few things planned for us to do, days out, days in and lots of fun and games, hopefully they will be the distraction I need at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day is from a colleague at work, hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce is driving over the Sydney Harbour Bridge one day when he sees his girlfriend, Sheila about to throw herself off. Bruce slams onthe brakes and yells, "Sheila, what the hell d'ya think you're doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila turns around with a tear in her eye and says, "G'day Bruce. Ya got me pregnant and so now I'm gonna kill myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce gets a lump in his throat when he hears this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says "Strewth Sheila..... Not only are you a great shag, but you're a real sport too." And drives off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-1489904857916842440?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1489904857916842440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=1489904857916842440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1489904857916842440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1489904857916842440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/04/cleaning-binge.html' title='Cleaning binge'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-114350167522074391</id><published>2008-04-08T20:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:22:47.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Experience</title><content type='html'>Ben came to work with me today, He is currently off school for the next two weeks on holiday. The plan was that he would be home Monday, work with me Tuesday and then home for the rest of the week, and then from Friday 5.30pm, I on holiday for a week, YAHOOO. But like all best laid plans, they have gone to pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst out at lunch today, he told me how much he was enjoying himself and asked if he could come in all week, I was so chuffed, like killing two birds with one stone. He is with me and he is safe, I don't have to worry about him been at home on his own (we where let down by the person who originally planned to watch him), he is getting experience of working life, and I'm getting my filing done, what could be better.   He has been helping me out with some files that where stored off site, and that quite frankly where in a right bloody mess, so between us, we are organising them into some sort of order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after tea, which we made together, we where washing and drying the pots and I said to him, I really enjoyed working with him, I never expected a answer back, but he came straight back that he enjoyed it as well, not only working at work, but working at home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly that boy blows me away at times, sometimes I want to scream at him, for his lazyness, yet other times he can be so thoughtful and caring. Suppose its just teenage life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is my little bobby dazzler, don't he just melt your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186954512388701314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R_vDpbkJvII/AAAAAAAAAkw/uN6xU9OEZGo/s400/IMG_1979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joke of the day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friendship between women: A woman doesn’t come &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_home" style="BACKGROUND: url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x 50% bottom; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" target="_top" keyword="home" display="inline"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one night. The next day she tells her husband that she had slept over at a girlfriend's house. The husband calls his wife's 10 best friends. None of them know anything about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friendship between men: A man doesn’t come home one night. The next day he tells his wife that he had slept over at a friend’s house. The wife calls her husband's 10 best men friends. Eight of them confirm that he had slept over, and two claim that he was still there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-114350167522074391?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114350167522074391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=114350167522074391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/114350167522074391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/114350167522074391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/04/work-experience.html' title='Work Experience'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R_vDpbkJvII/AAAAAAAAAkw/uN6xU9OEZGo/s72-c/IMG_1979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-8683044635728953910</id><published>2008-04-06T13:18:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:35:51.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moderation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything in Moderation, is a good thing. I've signed up for the UKS Cyber Crop, I've signed up before in the past, but never actually taken part, but this time, I've been encouraged by a few friends to actually join in properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose the thing that has scared me off in the past is the pace of the event, it seems so fast and people do seem to get a bit manic about it all. However, I think I have it just right. I've been watching what has been going on from a distance, I've jumped in and out when I can, but I've not let it dominate my life. And I have to say, I'm enjoying myself. I know, what am I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there are a few people out their who hate Cyber Crops with a passion and they will think I've lost the plot for joining in, but as far as I'm concerned if it gets me into my scraproom I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done a few of the challenges, and I've enjoyed what I've done so far. I made a planner, out of an old discarded index box, and I love how it turned out. I used Heidi Grace papers that I received but would never normally use, I still have plenty of the dividers left, so once the Cyber &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R_jB3LkJvHI/AAAAAAAAAko/wqhH6-fGNWM/s1600-h/IMG_5917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186108124658515058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R_jB3LkJvHI/AAAAAAAAAko/wqhH6-fGNWM/s200/IMG_5917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;crop is over, it may get converted into something else, and out of the scraps I made a do not disturb sign for my scraproom door. Something that I'll probably keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186107158290873378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R_jA-7kJvCI/AAAAAAAAAkA/lDRzU9rgsys/s400/IMG_5915.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186107394514074690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R_jBMrkJvEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2mVFJanZ2qI/s400/IMG_5918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R_jBUbkJvFI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HfddVUt_OJE/s1600-h/IMG_5919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186107527658060882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R_jBUbkJvFI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HfddVUt_OJE/s320/IMG_5919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R_jBZ7kJvGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/t_3MsKhWU5E/s1600-h/IMG_5920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186107622147341410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R_jBZ7kJvGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/t_3MsKhWU5E/s320/IMG_5920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have even been adopted in the Cyber crop by Cal, she is leading the Comedy Kings, and its a wonderful idea to allocate each newbie with somebody who can hold your hand and offfer advise.  I'm not going to encourage you to sign up, thats upto you, but I for one am enjoying myself, and thats what life is all about.  I'm going to be spending the actual weekend of the classes with a friend and we will do the classes together, help each out and have a good old girly time in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joke of the day is in support of all things cyber, and one for the boys as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subject: Computer Hard and Software:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Tech Support:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0. I soon noticed that the new program began unexpected child processing that took up a lot of space and valuable resources. In addition, Wife 1.0 installed itself into all other programs and now monitors all other system&gt;activity. Applications such as Poker Night 10.3, Football 5.0, Hunting and Fishing 7.5, and Racing 3.6 no longer run, crashing the system whenever selected.I can't seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run my favorite applications. I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0, but the uninstall doesn't work on Wife 1.0. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks,A Troubled User. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(KEEP READING)______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REPLY:Dear Troubled User:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a very common problem that men complain about.Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0, thinking that it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program. Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to run EVERYTHING!!! It is also impossible to delete Wife 1.0 and to return to Girlfriend 7.0. It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the system once installed.You cannot go back to Girlfriend 7.0 because Wife 1.0 is designed to not allow this. Look in your Wife 1.0 manual under Warnings-Alimony-Child Support. I recommend that you keep Wife1.0 and work on improving the situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suggest installing the background application "Yes Dear" to alleviate software augmentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best course of action is to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE because ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before the system will return to normal anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wife 1.0 is a great program, but it tends to be very high maintenance. Wife 1.0 comes with several support programs, such as Clean and Sweep 3.0, Cook It 1.5 and Do Bills 4.2. However, be very careful how you use these programs. Improper use will cause the system to launch the program Nag, Nag 9.5. Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software. I recommend Flowers 2.1 and Diamonds 5.0! WARNING!!! DO NOT, under any circumstances, install Secretary With Short Skirt 3.3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This application is not supported by Wife 1.0 and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best of luck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tech Support&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8683044635728953910?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8683044635728953910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=8683044635728953910&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8683044635728953910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8683044635728953910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/04/moderation.html' title='Moderation'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R_jB3LkJvHI/AAAAAAAAAko/wqhH6-fGNWM/s72-c/IMG_5917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-5355460169433256729</id><published>2008-04-04T21:22:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:51:14.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>I have some sad news, I've had it for a while, but have only shared it with a small number of people, but I understand it is all out in the open now, so I can share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela has left Luxurious Angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has decided to focus purely on her own business and its expansion, and I'm now running Luxurious Angels on my own, and I wish her tons and tons of success and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not an easy decision for either of us, and I can't deny that I'm a bit upset to be losing Angela from the business. I had toyed with the idea of just stopping the retreats all together, but after feedback from the girls who where at the last retreat, and bearing in mind the retreat raises alot of money for charity I have decided to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently looking at new locations, and once I have found a suitable one, I will be announcing the next date. I hope you can join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to finish with a joke tonight, instead I want to finish with this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON...It is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a Godsend and they are! They are there for the reason you need them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, without any wrong doing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. Sometimes they die. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. Your need has been answered, and now it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people come into your life for a SEASON...It is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so agree with this, I have struggled with a few things recently, one of those is Angela leaving the business, and I do have to confess that our relationship and friendship no longer seems the same, which truly saddens me. It has made me think back on other friendships, etc. I've lost a few friends from the scrapbooking community over the years, but after serious consideration, I've lost them as they have been in my life for a reason, I and they have taken what we needed and then left. At first, I was hurt by the decision by them to leave the friendship and also in the manner they behaved, but after reading the speech above, I'm actually relieved that they left, I will no longer be sad over what if's and but's, I shall simply put them the memories of them in a box and move on. I won't let their behaviour cloud my judgement and I won't let it hold me back from making new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will celebrate the Lifetime relationship I have, I'm so very lucky to have a few friends that are amazing, our friendships have spanned 20+ years , and I cherish the friendship I have with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will embrace the people who are in my life for a reason and try my hardest to help them fulfil the need that they have and also fulfil any needs I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will happily accept people into my life for a season, although I might not share as much of myself with them as I have in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves and be kind to everyone that enters your life, remember they are their for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-5355460169433256729?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5355460169433256729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=5355460169433256729&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5355460169433256729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5355460169433256729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/04/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-5294420246415238423</id><published>2008-04-01T22:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:10:17.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Again</title><content type='html'>I know, what am I like, posting more than once a week, quick somebody call the blog police, Roz is breaking the rules, hee hee.  I'm messing with ya, there are no blog rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what news do I have to share, not much actually, things are ticking over, Ben is driving me up the wall (no change there then) and work is great.  I love my job, it stretches me every day, I learn something new every day and I work with a great bunch of people (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hee david, you won't find any slagging off on here if your sneaking in&lt;/span&gt;).  Sad thing is though, that I will be leaving it in September, its a maternity cover position, and the lady I'm covering for, has confirmed she is planning on returning, can't say I blame her, its a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to set off trawling the country to locations for the next Luxurious Angels retreat, I actually love to drive, and its a great excuse to get out for a day and explore, so my weekends are quickly filling up with plans for exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you thought, I have to fit in two lovely ladies for a day each, as they brought me at the last retreat, I was auctioned off to raise some funds for Ellies fund.  I was actually quite worried, nobody would want to buy me, but once it was clear, that I was willing to teach a small private group or tidy up their scrap room, the bids came flying in.  In the end I was sold twice, once as a teacher and once as a slave.  I'm actually really looking forward to it though, the girls who brought me are such a good laugh, we will have a scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total between making cards, charging for swears at work and getting sold, I managed to raise £280 for Ellies fund, if you don't know anything about Ellie, then please go and visit &lt;a href="http://limegreenbogiegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kirsty&lt;/a&gt;'s blog for more details, its very close to my heart.  I am lucky enough to know Ellie, and I can tell you, if you are ever lucky enough to meet her, then hold on, cause she will steal your heart, she has mine and Bens in a jar, and if we had another to give her, we would give it to her gladly.  We both adore her to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the &lt;a href="http://www.luxuriousangels.co.uk/"&gt;Luxurious Angels&lt;/a&gt; retreat we also did some fundraising for MacMillan Nurses, we raised a staggering  £855. 00, can you believe it, that is most we have ever raised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats about it from me.  I'll leave you with a joke as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1960 and Fred had a date  with Peggy Sue.&lt;br /&gt;He arrived at her house and rang the bell.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, come on in!" Peggy Sue's mother said as she welcomed Fred in.&lt;br /&gt;"Have a seat in the living room. Would you like something to drink?  Lemonade?  Iced tea?" "Iced tea, please," Fred said. Mom brought the iced tea."So, what are you and Peggy planning to do tonight?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, probably catch a movie, then maybe grab a bite to eat at the malt shop,maybe take a walk on the beach..."&lt;br /&gt;"Peggy likes to screw, you know," Mom informed him.&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" Fred asked, eyebrows rose.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes," the mother continued. "When she goes out with her friends, that's all they do!"&lt;br /&gt;"Is that so?" asked Fred, incredulous.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said the mother. "As a matter of fact, she'd screw all night if we let her!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, thanks for the tip!" Fred said as he began thinking about alternate plans for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;A moment later, Peggy Sue came down the stairs looking pretty as a picture wearing a pink blouse and a hoop skirt, and with her hair tied back in abouncy ponytail. She greeted Fred."Have fun, kids!" the mother said as they left.&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, a completely dishevelled Peggy Sue burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her."Twist, Mom!" she angrily yelled to her mother in the kitchen. "The Twist, Dammit!  It's called the Twist! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-5294420246415238423?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5294420246415238423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=5294420246415238423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5294420246415238423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5294420246415238423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-again.html' title='Me Again'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-1505809380086636228</id><published>2008-03-28T18:06:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T18:17:50.294Z</updated><title type='text'>and another post from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow, what am I like another post in one day. Wanted to post some pics of things I've done recently, firstly I have a layout that is of my best friends son Aiden and his Girlfriend, I love this layout, its def up their with my faves that I've done so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182856576717405170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R-00mLkJu_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/s6JjuasghBY/s400/Tootsies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next is a layout I did to my wonderful friend Suzanne, managed to get this brilliant pic of her, whilst we where away together in November for a girly retreat, I'm planning on scrapping each of the girls that where away that weekend, using the same papers for them all, so that the theme is set, I'll post them each as I do them. I have done another two but have not taken pics of them yet, sooooooooooo sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182857384171256834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R-01VLkJvAI/AAAAAAAAAjw/PRX3L5HuOtk/s400/Amazing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll try to come back again soon and post pics from the classes I taught at the retreat, till then, take care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joke of the day comes from Clare all the way off in lovely sunny Aus, Clare babes I miss you.  I thought this joke was highly appropriate considering tomorrow is Derby Match between Celtic and Rangers .......... Come on the Bhoys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;Upon her return, her father cussed her. Where have ye been all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn't ye call?&lt;br /&gt;Can ye not understand what ye put yer old mum thru?&lt;br /&gt;"The girl, crying, replied, "Sniff, sniff....dad... .I became a prostitute...." "Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this family."&lt;br /&gt;"OK, dad-- as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, A title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a savings certificate for $5 million For me little brother, this gold Rolex and for ye daddy, and the sparkling new Mercedes limited editionconvertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club....(takes a breath)....and an invitation for ye all to spend New Year's Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera, and...."&lt;br /&gt;"Now what was it ye said ye had become?" says dad. Girl, crying again, "Sniff, sniff.... a prostitute dad! Sniff, sniff.""!&lt;br /&gt;Be go to blazes! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said, 'a protestant.' Come here and give yer old man a hug!"&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/25089073-1505809380086636228?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1505809380086636228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=1505809380086636228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1505809380086636228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1505809380086636228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-another-post-from-me.html' title='and another post from me'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R-00mLkJu_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/s6JjuasghBY/s72-c/Tootsies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-5212563608012012168</id><published>2008-03-28T13:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:06:41.598Z</updated><title type='text'>So Long ............</title><content type='html'>since I actually did my blog, but honestly I've not felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots has happened in the last 2 months, we had a really successful Luxurious Angels Retreat, the classes where amazing, the girls where brilliant and we raised £855 for Macmillian Nurses, the largest sum we have raised to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be a better blogger, but you know what, I can't promise I will be, life at the moment is so hectic, in a good way, that sometimes I seriously can't be bothered to sit in front of the computer and write any of it up.  I'm enjoying living life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this pic, it had me nearly peeing myself with laughter at work today, I had to fix my make-up afterwards, as I had streaks of Black Mascara running down my face. It cracks me up, think its the kittens paw positions that just make this so funny.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R-z7TLkJu-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/uXQPUwckuEQ/s1600-h/kittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R-z7TLkJu-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/uXQPUwckuEQ/s400/kittens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182793578137107426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be back when I can.  Till then take care. xxx Mwahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-5212563608012012168?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5212563608012012168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=5212563608012012168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5212563608012012168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5212563608012012168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-long.html' title='So Long ............'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R-z7TLkJu-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/uXQPUwckuEQ/s72-c/kittens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-6033834917684969215</id><published>2008-02-01T20:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:09:42.790Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness thats over with</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hate January, and I'm so glad it's gone, phewwwwwwww..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we have lots of lovely things to look forward to, I noticed the spring flowers are trying to break through the earth tonight, which brought a smile to my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've not done much scrapping, as had this wonderful idea of moving my craft room from its current location to a new location, namely the utility room to the dining room, and to be honest I wish I had never started. My utility room is looking all lovely and nice and tidy now (first time in a while) however, my dining room looks like a monster has thrown up a mess of paper and stuff, its everywhere, and I can quite catergorically state that if I never brought another piece of paper (bazzill excluded) and I did a layout a day, I would still never get through it all in my lifetime. So a serious sort out is required. I'm going to go through each piece of paper and make up kits, then I'm going to take them all to the upcoming Luxurious Angels retreat and auction them off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might not know this, but Angela (angel craft) and I run Luxurious Angels, a scrapbooking retreat company, we hold our retreats at the most amazing hotel in scotland, Lockerbie Manor, its amazing and the staff now us so well now, that we are truly spoilt by them. Anyway, every time we have a retreat, we also pick a charity to support and we do various things to raise money for them, Tombola's, auctions, make and takes, you get the idea. So far we have managed to raise just over £1000.00 over two retreats. Well this year our charity is Macmillian nurses and we have some amazing prizes for the Tombola and the most amazing thing in the Auction that you have ever seen, but I'll tell you about that closer to the time. Anyway, I'm waffling now, sorry. Back to the point. All the girls bring along the stuff they now longer use, and we we sell it So I'll make up kits and include allsorts, i.e. brads, buttons ribbon etc, and hopefully I make a few pounds for the charity out of my old junk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did manage to make some layouts before I had my mad idea to move everything. I was asked to be a Guest DT member for a Trip down memory lane and they sent me the most scrummy kit ever. Here is what I did with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162121174238643634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R6OJ254ERbI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4jjbuM9uilY/s400/Gina+Forever+Friends.jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First Layout is of one of best friends, Gina, I love this girl so much, she has helped me thought some terrible times and has also been there to share the good times with me.  She lives in tenerife and I miss her so much, we email each other but its not the same as sitting down with a glass of wine for a good old girly chat.  Darling if your reading this, I miss you. xxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162121290202760642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R6OJ9p4ERcI/AAAAAAAAAjY/yT2UAFqifLg/s400/age+is+just+a+number.jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Next one is of me, I love this photo of myself and regardless of how old I am, I still feel quite young and vibrant at times, and that photo was one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats it from me,   Joke of the day is from my brilliant friend in Australia, Clair Darling, I miss you, hurry up with chapter two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young girl from Donegal leaves home to find work in the bright lights of London.  She comes home 6 months later and steps out of a taxi wearing a full-length mink coat."Begorrah, Colleen," says her Mother. "Tis a lovely soft coat yer wearin' an' it looks so expensive.  Where did ye get that?"&lt;br /&gt;Colleen replies, "Sure now, I won it at the bingo.  Don't they have wonderful prizes in London?"&lt;br /&gt;When the weekend's over, Colleen returns to the bright lights, but she's back to visit her Mum a few months later.&lt;br /&gt;This time, when she steps out of the taxi, she's wearing a beautiful gold wristwatch and a large diamond ring.&lt;br /&gt;Same exchange with Mum...same reply "Won it at bingo!"&lt;br /&gt;Colleen returns to the bright lights again.&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, she's back.&lt;br /&gt;This time she's sporting a beautiful emerald and diamond necklace with matching bracelet and earrings. She hands her Mother 1,000 pounds and explains that she won it all in bingo.&lt;br /&gt;Then she asks mom to run her a bath as she needs to freshen up.&lt;br /&gt;When Colleen gets to the washroom, there's only a quarter inch of hot water in the bathtub. Colleen, a wee bit peeved at her Mother being so cheap with the hot water after being handed 1,000 pounds, so she calls downstairs, "Mum!   Sure now, and didn't I ask you to run me a bath?  There's only a quarter inch of water in the tub!""Indeed there is, me darlin'," replies her Mum. "But we don't want ye gettin' yer bingo card wet now, do we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never fool Mothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-6033834917684969215?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6033834917684969215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=6033834917684969215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6033834917684969215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6033834917684969215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-goodnes-thats-over-with.html' title='Thank goodness thats over with'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R6OJ254ERbI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4jjbuM9uilY/s72-c/Gina+Forever+Friends.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-8773817841257360216</id><published>2008-01-16T22:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:08:53.097Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8773817841257360216?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8773817841257360216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=8773817841257360216&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8773817841257360216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8773817841257360216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/01/still-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-335040691937903205</id><published>2008-01-11T23:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:08:04.687Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-335040691937903205?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/335040691937903205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=335040691937903205&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/335040691937903205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/335040691937903205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-7128204208225636770</id><published>2008-01-04T19:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:00:39.105Z</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Because I love it. Yes I do, I'm like a big kid, first thing I want to do is go walking in it, and step on all that Virgin whiteness and leave my footprint behind, there for somebody to see that I have been. I know that sounds quite deep, but I do actually mean it to, I really feel the need to let people know that I do exist and that I do leave an impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, it might be the wrong impression sometimes, but regardless of that, I want to leave an impression, so that people know I existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the snow. I love nothing more than wrapping up all snug as a bug in a rug, with scarves, hats, gloves, boots and most importantly thick warm socks and going for a wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a rare day today, with nothing to do or anywhere to go, so we took advantage of it, and Ben and Me snuggled under the quilt for a long as possible, then up we go, had coco pops with warm milk and once suitably attired off we set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have heard of these standing stones which are quite local to us, not really sure if they are standing stones at all or head stones, as the locals in the area they are, refer to it as a pet cemetery (whoooooooo Stephen King). Anyway, we parked the car, jumped out all eager for our wander, when the sky went the most awful colour and down came the most watery impression of snow I've seen in a while. We carried on regardless, but after 5 minutes of trudging though this blizard of sorts, and having no feelings from the tip of noses to the tips of our toes, and after receiving the biggest hint of all from the dog who actually ran back to the car and sat waiting on us letting him in, we decided to turn around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have said we will try again tomorrow, so fingers crossed for more snow overnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did manage to catch this picture of my three favourite trees on the way back. I keep promising myself that I will take pics of these trees throughout the year, but I never seem to manage it, so I'm off to a good start now, I have my winter shot, only another three seasons to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151713311734891490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R36P9kqcA-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/zPy2c0E7Kxw/s320/IMG_5532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love how all three are bending to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joke of the day comes from Rosemary and had me giggling, I hope it makes you laugh as well, thanks Rosemary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apple announced today that it has developed a breast implant that can store and play music. The I-Tit will cost $499 or $599 depending on cup size.This has been hailed as a major breakthrough because women are always complaining about men staring at their breasts and not listening to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves xxx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-7128204208225636770?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7128204208225636770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=7128204208225636770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/7128204208225636770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/7128204208225636770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow.......'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R36P9kqcA-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/zPy2c0E7Kxw/s72-c/IMG_5532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-4620809500905537696</id><published>2008-01-02T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:20:41.169Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe it, I'm actually here, and I'm actually blogging. After receiving many complaints from friends and relatives about my lack of updates, and more importantly JOKES, I've decided to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll kick start you all off with my most recent news. I got a job, yahooooooooooooo, it is only a temporary thing, (Maternity Cover) and will last till hopefully September 2008, as an Office Manager for a chemical company. I love the job, and its really interesting, they create synthetic DNA, but I won't bore you with all the details, needless to say I love it, the people are great and I will be sorry to leave when my time is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also lucky enough to win a place on the Stamp Addicts Scrapbooking Design Team, something I almost did not consider entering as felt I was not good enough, but hey, it just goes to show, you have to be in it to win it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a brilliant weekend away with some of my closest scrapbooking friends in November (some none scrapping ones as well - just incase Jane is reading) and I loved it, we hired the most adorable house in the middle of nowhere and spent 3 glorious days and night, scrapping to our hearts content. We ate like the Queens that we are, we laughed so hard, I believe Kirsty ruptured her spleen, and we had the greatest time possible. It was such a success we are planning on making it an annual trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thats you pretty much upto date. Ain't you pleased I never bothered blogging everyday, lets be honest here, I do lead a boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been scrapping. Not much, but I've done some, I actually have not taken many pics of what I've done though, so here are the few I can find at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151013382389498770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R3wTYUqcA5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/E1kqMAFEBaY/s400/IMG_5137.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Layout of Angela and me that I did for Little Silver Hat with their December Kit. I loved this kit, not the usual Christmas colours, but all pinks and blues, scrummy. I especially loved the sequin ribbon in the kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R3wZ7EqcA9I/AAAAAAAAAi4/kZSeoRojDmI/s1600-h/IMG_5134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151020576459719634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R3wZ7EqcA9I/AAAAAAAAAi4/kZSeoRojDmI/s200/IMG_5134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another project I did for Little Silver Hat with the December Kit. Some of you may remember the advent calender I did last year, with pockets and tags giving clues as to where the chocolates where hidden, well this year, I took inspiration from a project I had seen in one of the magazines by the oh so talented Tracie Hudson using matchboxes, so I decided to have a play myself and ended up with this tree, all the chocs are in the drawers and I have to say it was a huge hit, even if a few people said pink was not suitable for Ben, and tried to steal it for themselves (Yes, that means you Angela and Anne, I hope your both really embrassed now, trying to steal a wee boys advent calender..... Ha Ha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151018656609338290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R3wYLUqcA7I/AAAAAAAAAio/Ke79QI9CNiY/s400/100_6253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is my first DT project for Stamp Addicts, they specifically wanted a Double Layout, not something I'm that use to doing, I tend to have enough problems with a single piece of 12 x 12 let alone two of them side my side, but I rose to the challenge and created this layout of Ben with his Dad, a rare moment caught on camera of them having a right good old chin wag, I had had the picture blown up ages ago, but had never decided how to scrap it, but the papers Sarah sent me where perfect with it, papers where Luxe Design papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R3wZhkqcA8I/AAAAAAAAAiw/JX4U6n-imUc/s1600-h/100_6254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151020138373055426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px" height="365" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R3wZhkqcA8I/AAAAAAAAAiw/JX4U6n-imUc/s320/100_6254.JPG" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also managed to knock up this layout as well with the scraps and a few Heidi Swapp bits and pieces, I love the title and its a private joke between Angela, Suzanne and Me, I will add my journalling when I get the layout back, as its currently on display in the Stamp Addicts Shop.  Needless to say, Angela was not as amused as I was, but hey, if I can't scrap my friends as I choice, who the hell can I scrap.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done a bit more, but honestly can't find the photos at the moment, plus I don't want to overload you all, on my first day back, so I'll leave it at that for now.  I'll try to come back again soon and do my year in review, so be ready for a rather depressing next post....... You have all been warned, so no complaints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right without further ado, I leave you with your joke of the day.  Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LESSON OF THE DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A young man called Peter invited his mother for dinner. During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how handsome Peters flatmate Simon, was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this only made her more curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Peter and his flatmate than met the eye. Reading his mum's thoughts, Peter volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Simon &amp;amp; I are just flatmates." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a week later, Simon came to Peter saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, Ive been unable to find the frying pan, you dont suppose she took it do you "Well I doubt it, but I'll e-mail her just to be sure" said Peter. So he sat down and wrote : Dear mother, I'm not saying you "did" take the frying pan from my house, I'm not saying that you "did not" take the frying pan but the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner Love Peter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several days later, Peter received an email from his mother which read: Dear Son, I'm not saying that you "DO" sleep with Simon, and im not saying that you "DO NOT" sleep with Simon, but the fact remains that if he was sleeping in his own bed, he would have found the F**KING frying pan by now. Love Mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure hope that was worth the wait, it certainly had me peeing myself laughing when I read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Happy New Year to you all, and thanks for stopping by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-4620809500905537696?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4620809500905537696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=4620809500905537696&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4620809500905537696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4620809500905537696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-to-2008.html' title='Welcome to 2008'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/R3wTYUqcA5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/E1kqMAFEBaY/s72-c/IMG_5137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-679156791181796068</id><published>2007-11-22T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:05:06.968Z</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone???????</title><content type='html'>I can't believe we are already in the 20s of November, I have been so bad as not blogged since the beginning of the month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to share with you all, but as it is I'm really short of time just now, but I promise I will update at some point over the weekend and I'll even try to upload some pics as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke, as just wanted to let you all know I'm still about.  Joke at the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself.xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-679156791181796068?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/679156791181796068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=679156791181796068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/679156791181796068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/679156791181796068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone???????'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-2689068851167351743</id><published>2007-11-01T22:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:53:24.263Z</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>I feel so honoured, one of my friends has told her mum about my blog and my joke of the day, and her mum is now coming to visit me on a regular basis for a giggle at my jokes, so in her honour, as she is a special mummy this blog entry is just for you darling. xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do Retired People Do All Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for example, the other day Marilyn and I went into town and went into a shop. We were only in there for about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and said, "Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?"&lt;br /&gt;He ignored us and continued writing the ticket. I called him a Nazi turd.&lt;br /&gt;He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires. So Marilyn called him a shithead. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote. Personally, we didn't care. We came into town by bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to have a little fun each day now that we're retired. It's important at our age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself and hugs to everyone.xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-2689068851167351743?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2689068851167351743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=2689068851167351743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/2689068851167351743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/2689068851167351743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/11/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the Day'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-627926815296391057</id><published>2007-10-30T00:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T01:11:02.213Z</updated><title type='text'>Digi Widgets</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it, I am doing Digi and its all down to the bloody brilliant Kirsty Wiseman and her digi workshop. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have tried digi before, and believe me, its not been a pretty sight, I had no idea what programmes to use and actually did my first layout in powerpoint, ahhhhhhh I hear you all cry. I did eventually work my way upto using elements, but it was all goobly gook to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well not anymore, we are now into our second week of the digi course, and I can't believe how much I've learnt already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know that some of the girls who are doing the course, said that week one was easy, and even Kirsty said it was a very basic start to make sure everyone was singing from the same hymm sheet, but let me say right now, thank god she did that, if she had not started at such a basic level I would have never have tried it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here you go, there are three layouts in total, first one is what we did in the first week, second one is the same layout with some changes that we learnt in the second week and the third layout is a challenge that kirsty set us to see how much we had all learnt, and I have to say, I'm quite proud of myself, I adore the 3rd layout, and will be recreating this in a paper format&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126928987729795362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RyaCwC5JmSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/lhimzsY44tw/s400/allboy+(900+x+900).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layout at the end of week one, We are all using the same papers etc to help make it easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126929232542931250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RyaC-S5JmTI/AAAAAAAAAiI/DxnYozZS1fM/s400/allboy_edited-1+(900+x+900).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Layout at the end of week 2, notice the photo mat has now changed to a star, the title is altered and we have shadow on the photo mat, etc to help add depth and dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126929425816459586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RyaDJi5JmUI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jDXho2BpY7k/s400/roz+%26+Angela+first+challenge+copy+(900+x+900).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;challenge Layout, using the skills we have learnt so far.  I have quite a stock of digi downloads that I have been collecting in anticipation of this digi course, and I had this brilliant photo of Angela and me that Suzanne took for us last week whilst she was up.  I absolutely adore this picture, in fact, its been edited using the actions that kirsty sells as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, thats it for me for tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joke of the day: Having shot a moose two Antartians began dragging it by the tail to their pick-up.On the way they were stopped by a game warden. "Let me see your hunting licenses boys," he said. When he saw that everything was in order he asked if he could give them some advice."Sure!" the hunters agreed."Well boys, I think that you would find it a lot easier to drag that moose by the horns and not the tail.""Aye, O.K. and thanks," said the lads.After about five minutes one said to the other, "Boy, dragging by the horns is sure a lot easier, eh?" "Aye, you're right," said his friend, "but have you noticed that we are getting further away from the truck?"&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/25089073-627926815296391057?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/627926815296391057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=627926815296391057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/627926815296391057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/627926815296391057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/10/digi-widgets.html' title='Digi Widgets'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RyaCwC5JmSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/lhimzsY44tw/s72-c/allboy+(900+x+900).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-7295755742786642516</id><published>2007-10-17T21:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:36:39.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeukkkkkkk ............... Yahoooooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>Yeukkkkkkkkkkkkk I've had a bad virus, won't go into details, but toilet was glued to me, need say no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoooooooooooooooo, my house is finally finished, well the inside is, and I love it, love it, love it, love it, do you understand, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpet fitters came last week and fitted carpets, then had to take hall one back up and come back again on Monday, I've told you before, nothing in this house is ever easy, this delayed the decorator finishing off his bits, but never mind, I was quite pleased as he ended up blocking out all of Monday and Tuesday for me, and he only really needed half a day on both days, so I got him to do all the snagging little jobs that have been driving me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is off school for half term, so he has been helping me out, with moving boxes from the garage, where everything was stored, cleaning it all, and then finding new homes for it, and its all done.  All I have left to do is finish making the curtains for the front lounge and adjusting the length of the curtain in the front hall as its changed position since last hung, and I need to hang some pictures, but these things should not take me an age, in fact, I quite fancy running around with a hammer tonight, so the pictures might be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off, I even get to show it off this weekend, we are having some friends arriving tomorrow and they are staying till Tuesday, a surprise visit, which has had us running around like headless chickens but brilliant news, as I love this friend so much and her kids are so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats all my news.  Oh no its not, I almost forget, Yes I'm not going to the real LA, its Luxurious Angels, we are hosting another retreat in March 2008 at the same venue, Lockerbie Manor, so if you fancy a weekend of scrapping to your hearts content, classes with brilliant amazing teachers and lots of fun and frivolity, then send me an email and I'll get straight back to you with all the details.  We still need to update the website, but give us a chance we only decided last week to do this again, after much arm twisting from everyone.  One thing I will say is we are limiting numbers this year, so if you do want to come, hurry as we are taking bookings already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Joke of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Every Saturday morning Grandpa Walt found himself babysitting his three grandchildren...all boys. The kids always wanted to play ''war,'' and Grandpa somehow always got coaxed into the game.His daughter came to pick up the kids early one Saturday and witnessed Grandpa take a fake shot as Jason pointed a toy gun and yelled, "Bang!''Grandpa slumped to the floor and stayed there motionless. The daughter rushed over to see if he was all right. Grandpa opened one eye and whispered, ''Sh-h-h, I always do this. It's the only chance I get to rest.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-7295755742786642516?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7295755742786642516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=7295755742786642516&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/7295755742786642516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/7295755742786642516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeukkkkkkk-yahoooooooooooooo.html' title='Yeukkkkkkk ............... Yahoooooooooooooo'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-3722257975943271332</id><published>2007-10-09T17:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:56:32.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going to LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes honestly I am and you can come with me if you want, come on, hands up, who wants to come to LA with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off in March 2008 for a lovely relaxing weekend and I'm gonna have a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know more, hee hee, well you will just have to wait, heee heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally managed to finish the last BOM challenge that we where doing over on UKS, the challenge this month is to do a layout that documents a bad day you have had. All the ladies will be a little bit shocked at that, they where all coming out with lovely suggestions of 'A Perfect Day' A Day in my life' you get the idea, well, I want them to think outside the box, they can do layouts like that themselves, but sometimes its good to let our family see what we really go through in our life, so my layout was all about my disaster with my car a few weeks back, I copied and pasted my blog entry directly onto the layout, did not use any photo's at all and voila it was done. Here is it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119397315544431874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RwvAvBkdPQI/AAAAAAAAAh4/rVehCQ_i4g0/s400/had+a+bad+day+(627+x+602).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, turned into an unexpected surprise, I had planned a weekend away with the girls, but was let down at the last minute, only to be rescued again and allowed to go. I had some time to myself to do some projects that have put off for far to long, I made some ATC's, pretty much a first for me for a swap I'm involved in, and a load of Xmas cards for another swap (Don't ask about them though, can't believe I did, I actually had all my xmas cards finished in June, hee hee, oh well, I at least have half of next years sorted as well now) I even got some mini projects finished that have sat on the shelf for the past year and a bit. Only problem now is, my scraproom looks like a bomb has exploded in it, as I have not finished unpacking at all.&lt;br /&gt;On the up side, I did get to spend some time with friends, I ate tons, dranks a wee amount, hee hee, and had lots of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, is seeing me planning and organising lots and lots, I'm hoping the final bits of work will be finished off in the house by the end of the week, but you know best laid plans and all that so please keep your fingers crossed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the Day: “I’ll have you know,” said the snob to his date, “my father is a famous man in this town.He’s a Lion...a Moose…and an Elk.”“Wow!” said his date, “and what do you charge to see him?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-3722257975943271332?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3722257975943271332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=3722257975943271332&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3722257975943271332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3722257975943271332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-going-to-la.html' title='I&apos;m Going to LA'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RwvAvBkdPQI/AAAAAAAAAh4/rVehCQ_i4g0/s72-c/had+a+bad+day+(627+x+602).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-5741061966406519784</id><published>2007-10-04T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:41:04.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Cooking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend I was lucky enough to have Ben all to myself. His Dad was away and we got to have the whole weekend doing what we wanted or what Ben wanted. And Ben wanted to cook, so cook we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent Saturday pouring over receipe books and deciding what to make, then checking the ingredients, etc. Sunday morning we got up early and went to Asda to get all the key ingredients we needed and then we spent the day cooking, and wow, what that boy produced, knocked me off my feet. My taste buds thought they where in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We skipped out on a starter as we knew what was planned for desert and we wanted to make sure we left room for that, so straight into Lemon Chicken with fresh herbs and the greatest roast potatoes ever, with Carrots cooked in orange juice and fresh seasoning, just look at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RwUHCRkdPLI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/SiMkbMssseM/s1600-h/100_6193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117504287233883314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RwUHCRkdPLI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/SiMkbMssseM/s200/100_6193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RwUHHxkdPMI/AAAAAAAAAhY/tdu7eOsrpMg/s1600-h/100_6194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117504381723163842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RwUHHxkdPMI/AAAAAAAAAhY/tdu7eOsrpMg/s200/100_6194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117504583586626770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RwUHThkdPNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/5mZ9bd9g_dc/s400/100_6197.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RwUHkhkdPOI/AAAAAAAAAho/b8GW4SiYi8M/s1600-h/100_6202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117504875644402914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RwUHkhkdPOI/AAAAAAAAAho/b8GW4SiYi8M/s200/100_6202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then for desert we had Chocolate Roulade, oh it was heaven, it lasted us a few days which we where both pleased about, hee hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117504952953814258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RwUHpBkdPPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/U61tu1ho9fE/s400/100_6210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ben really enjoyed himself and although I helped, his confidence in the kitchen has really grown, so much so that he now wants to be responsible for cooking one meal a week in our house.  And anybody who knows me, knows I won't be complaining about that, obviously it will all be supervised etc and safety in the kitchen is followed at all times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now we are trying to decide what to have this week to eat, so many choices of what to pick, ummmmmmmhhhhhhhhh I'm making myself hungry at the thought of all that wonderful food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joke of the Day, is more of a poem for all the girls out there and it comes from Clair over in Sunny Australia, Big waves to Clair, I miss you hunny bun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord before I lay me down to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for a man who is not a creep,&lt;br /&gt;One who is handsome, smart &amp;amp; strong,&lt;br /&gt;One who's willy's thick &amp;amp; long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who thinks before he speaks,&lt;br /&gt;Promises to call &amp;amp; won't wait weeks,&lt;br /&gt;I pray that he is gainfully employed,&lt;br /&gt;And when I spend his cash,&lt;br /&gt;Won't be annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulls out my chair and opens my door,&lt;br /&gt;Massages my back and begs to do more.&lt;br /&gt;Oh send me a man who will make love to my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Knows just what to say,&lt;br /&gt;When I ask " How big's my behind?",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who'll make love till my body's a twitchin,&lt;br /&gt;In the hall, the loo, the garden &amp;amp; kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;I pray that this man will love me no end,&lt;br /&gt;And never attempt to shag my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I kneel &amp;amp; pray by my bed,&lt;br /&gt;I look at the wanker you sent me instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-5741061966406519784?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5741061966406519784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=5741061966406519784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5741061966406519784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5741061966406519784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/10/home-cooking.html' title='Home Cooking.'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RwUHCRkdPLI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/SiMkbMssseM/s72-c/100_6193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-7290557926913796614</id><published>2007-09-29T11:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T11:21:30.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Question Time.</title><content type='html'>This blog entry is to the person who left me a comment on yesterdays entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Why do you always use the same photos in your layouts? Don't you get bored of scrapping the same ones over and over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh now should I be offended at this comment, or should I take it as a simple question.  I've decided to take it as a simple question, as don't believe somebody would leave a comment on my blog that was meant to be hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually only used the photos of me and ben used on yesterdays post, twice now, both times they have been for projects that have not been for me, but for another company to present their products, and I have to use what goes with the papers/products etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't get bored of scrapping the same photos over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not actually that great at taking pictures, something I need to work on more, and I plan to, I could not afford a camera when Ben was little so don't have many pictures of him as a wee one, and the ones I have are pants, so I prefer to scrap what photos I do have that are brilliant, and the recent photos you are seeing, where all shot by Kirsty Wiseman and I love them all.  I'm also afraid to say, you will be seeing alot more of these photos over the coming months, as I want to do layouts of these pictures for me to keep myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look back over my blog you will see a variety of different pictures as well that I have used, i.e. ben in the pool, close up shots of ben, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like my pictures or the contents (I appreciate it must be boring looking at Ben all the time), try looking beyond them to the actual layout, etc, you never know you might see something you like there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that answers your questions appropriately, if not please feel free to leave another comment or email me, there is a button in the top right hand corner that you can click to email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your comment, I do appreciate a bit of interaction with the people who visit, its nice to know I'm not rambling away to nobody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-7290557926913796614?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7290557926913796614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=7290557926913796614&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/7290557926913796614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/7290557926913796614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/09/question-time.html' title='Question Time.'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-7703957430267452434</id><published>2007-09-28T00:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:59:17.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no I hear you all cry........... not another book</title><content type='html'>Yep sorry it is.  Another clear acrylic one I made for Stamp Addicts with the Bind it all machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really explained it yesterday.  The book was made by sandwiching two pieces together, yesterdays was joined together with a sewing machine and the side where the binding is was left open.  I did my layout double sided and inserted into the pages and then sew it together then bound it,  some embellishments have been added to the outside of the pages to give depth and dimension to the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays book, was made in a similar way, but instead of sewing it, I used eyelets to fasten it together and then added some floss for decoration, the floss does not hold the book together as both pages where eyeletted together, but if you wanted to you could eyelet each page and then use floss or ribbon to hold it together if you wanted.  Again this book has been embellished inside and outside to give depth and dimension and make parts of it interactive like the tags, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love the acrylic books that are about now, I know they are meant to be made from thick perspex, but who can afford those, when these ones only cost approx 20 a sheet, I used 10 sheets on each book, a bargain, if I don't say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvxA_HhdOYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/skFJhP3cnE8/s1600-h/IMG_4418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115034729881352578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvxA_HhdOYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/skFJhP3cnE8/s400/IMG_4418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115034828665600402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvxBE3hdOZI/AAAAAAAAAgo/3k6dy-z2wEY/s400/IMG_4419.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115034940334750114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvxBLXhdOaI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ERCs0AN6mW4/s400/IMG_4420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115035597464746434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvxBxnhdOcI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rXdEtEndbBI/s400/IMG_4424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115035142198213042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvxBXHhdObI/AAAAAAAAAg4/bbUXh-HlDA4/s400/IMG_4427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115035812213111250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvxB-HhdOdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/2G2_L-XcyrI/s400/IMG_4428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two women were comparing notes on the difficulties of running a small business. "I started a new practice last year," the first one said. "I insist that each of my employees take at least a week off every three months." "Why in the world would you do that?" the other asked. She responded, "It's the best way I can learn which ones I can do without." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rapidly running out of jokes, so if you have any good ones, please email them to me and I promise I will post them on my blog and give you all the credit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care of yourselves. xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-7703957430267452434?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7703957430267452434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=7703957430267452434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/7703957430267452434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/7703957430267452434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-no-i-hear-you-all-cry-not-another.html' title='Oh no I hear you all cry........... not another book'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvxA_HhdOYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/skFJhP3cnE8/s72-c/IMG_4418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-74556648825028513</id><published>2007-09-26T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:23:38.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this email from a friend a few moments ago and after picking myself up off the floor and wiping my eyes dry from the tears of laughter I came straight here to share with you. So for a change we will have Joke of the Day at the top of the entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear All &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thanks to all those who have sent me emails this past year........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must send my thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat shit in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet towel with every envelope that needs sealing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I now have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (PennyBrown); who is about to die in the hospital for the1,387,258th time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or from the senior bank clerk in Nigeria who wants me to split $7 million with me for pretending to be a long lost relative of a customer who died intestate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a waterbuffalo on a hot day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca-Cola because it can remove toilet stains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer can buy petrol without taking a man along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm filling up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore and Uzbekistan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my bum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thanks to your great advice, I can't even pick up the £5.00 I found dropped in the car park because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhoea will land on your head at 5:00pm this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbour's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way....a South American scientist after a lengthy study has discovered that people with low IQ who have infrequent sexual activity always read their e-mails with their hand on the mouse. Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what I mean, that last paragraph had me running for the toilet as I almost peed myself laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to business. This weekend was a weekend from hell, or at least the Friday was. It all started out great, I left home on Thursday, spent the night at Kirsty's and had a great time watching crap TV, listening to Marks running comments, (honestly that guy is so funny, he had me laughing out loud the whole time, with looks of contempt from Kirsty, she is obviously use to his humour). Got up on Friday all lovely and refreshed, was feed bacon sarnies, yahoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 12 o clock, I set off for Harrogate. Now the trip should have taken 1.5 hours according to the AA and the route they gave me. Well the weather did not help matters, neither did the traffic, or the stone that flew up and gave my windscreen a lovely decorative crackled finish. At about 3.30 I arrived in ............................ Wait for............................ Bradford, still at least 40 mins drive from where I should be, and what should happen, my car died, on a major roundabout, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Quickly calls the AA whilst winding up windows so I can't hear all the nasty comments currently aimed at me. Whilst on the phone, I try the engine and yahoo, it works, AA says ok, on you go. 5 mins later, AHHHHHHHHHHHH Car dies again. Hello is that the AA, and a 80 minutes wait. I do have to say that the guy who finally arrived to my rescue was great, he could not fix the car, but apart from that he was great, he was able to spend 30 minutes on the phone to all his pals to be able to tell me he had no idea what was wrong but everyone else thought it might be the alternator. So a trip to a garage and 2.5 hours later and £250.00 lighter in the pocket I was on my way, Yahoooooooo, oh no, I celebrated to early, 2 minutes out of the garage and my exhaust fell off. Well hopefully you can appreciate why I drove the rest of the way with tears streaming down my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I eventually got to Harrogate at nearly 7.30pm, Sarah and Vicky had been held up on their journey as well, and had been kicked out the exhibition hall at 6pm, and had spent the last 1.5 hours wandering around Sainsburys waiting for me. This also meant they had not managed to get the stand set up, so straight off it was early to bed as we had a very very early start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, once the stand was set up, we had a great weekend, I saw a few friends, which was unexpected and really nice, but did not have time to chat to them for long as I was demonstrating the bind it all machine. I left the show on Sunday after helping pack the stand away, and left with two new friends, Sarah and Vicky from Stamp Addicts, what brilliant girls, I had so much fun with them, we stayed up late chatting in our hotel room, and had fun and laughter on the stand as well. I have been making some projects up for Stamp Addicts recently with the bind it all, in fact I went a bit wild and made 15 projects up for them, and no they where not all mini books, but I will share with you one of my favourite ones just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114594162647863362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvqwSurpkEI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8eCMmdm3vUk/s320/IMG_4413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114594270022045778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvqwY-rpkFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rpIwDFdgOw4/s320/IMG_4414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114594364511326306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvqweerpkGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ivJAdB9dFMg/s320/IMG_4415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114594454705639538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvqwjurpkHI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/aOLfCpUotFc/s320/IMG_4416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114594540604985474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvqwourpkII/AAAAAAAAAgY/qjwmLiNFIlQ/s320/IMG_4417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore this book, and can't wait till I get it back from the girls, I made another clear book which is much simplier and I'll share that one with you tomorrow night, that is if I remember, hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, have to go, nearly time for Heroes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care of yourselves. xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-74556648825028513?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/74556648825028513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=74556648825028513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/74556648825028513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/74556648825028513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvqwSurpkEI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8eCMmdm3vUk/s72-c/IMG_4413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-1127328115911872073</id><published>2007-09-19T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:57:34.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One Job down, another million little ones to go.</title><content type='html'>I've finished all the curtains now, yahoo, even had enough fabric left over to do the upstairs windows as well, so now our house from the front is all private and nobody can peek in. About time too. hee hee. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvF3y6bJH2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/pcNoclc3VGA/s1600-h/IMG_4608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111998768602488674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="298" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvF3y6bJH2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/pcNoclc3VGA/s320/IMG_4608.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvF3uKbJH1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/DWsHz5EKCXE/s1600-h/IMG_4607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111998686998110034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvF3uKbJH1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/DWsHz5EKCXE/s320/IMG_4607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also knocked up this little bag out of teatowels, its not great, but I like it, its even lined on the inside as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teatowels where from Au Naturalle, and only cost me £4.00 the lining material I already had from previous sewing projects. The Ricrak is from Blonde moments and is lovely and chunky. Quite cute or what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to mention the other day that the next BOM prompt is up, here is my layout, you are challenged to do a layout that shows you doing something that makes you feel liberated and free. The photo is yet another one of the dazzling ones that Kirsty Wiseman took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111998961876017010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvF3-KbJH3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/sqlBYrD6peY/s400/IMG_4581+(731+x+727).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvF4mqbJH4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/_0Xu2f9C940/s1600-h/IMG_4586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111999657660718978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="96" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvF4mqbJH4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/_0Xu2f9C940/s200/IMG_4586.JPG" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvF5D6bJH6I/AAAAAAAAAew/s2Y1XrWc4Ps/s1600-h/jump+high+close+up+1(913+x+823).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112000160171892642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvF5D6bJH6I/AAAAAAAAAew/s2Y1XrWc4Ps/s200/jump+high+close+up+1(913+x+823).jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111999941128560530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="120" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvF43KbJH5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/UQP9QSDbiCw/s200/jump+high+close+up+3(1397+x+1120).jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off this weekend to the Harrogate show as I'm demonstrating for Stamp Addicts, quite excited as I've never been to this show before and it will be lovely to see some of my crafting buddies as well. Our house is like a whirlwind at the moment though, having to get a Ben, Dog and Cat sitter in, in the guise of Gerry, so we are running around like headless chickens making sure everything is all nice and tidy, ready for him to come and make a complete mess off. What are men like, they can't keep anything tidy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well have to run as Heroes is on soon and me and Ben are seriously addicted to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care of yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the Day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reaching the end of a job interview, the Human Resources Officer asked a young Engineer fresh out of MIT, "And what starting salary were you looking for?"The Engineer replies, "In the region of $125,000 a year, depending on the benefits package."The interviewer enquires, "Well, what would you say to a package of 5-weeks vacation, 14 paid holidays, full medical and dental, company matching retirement fund to 50% of salary, and a company car leased every 2 years say, a red Corvette?"The Engineer sits up straight and says, "Wow! Are you kidding?"And the interviewer replies, "Yeah, but you started it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-1127328115911872073?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1127328115911872073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=1127328115911872073&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1127328115911872073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1127328115911872073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-job-down-another-million-little.html' title='One Job down, another million little ones to go.'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RvF3y6bJH2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/pcNoclc3VGA/s72-c/IMG_4608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-1594612966138317254</id><published>2007-09-18T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:58:18.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the weather</title><content type='html'>I really am, not sure what is wrong with me, but I'm so tired out and feel like i have the cold coming on. yuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was Angela's crop, it was a 12 hour one and I taught two classes at it, I did a beginners class as she had quite a few new people come along and then did a book class for everyone else using the bind it all machines. It seems everyone loved both classes, which is a relief, I always get so nervous that they won't like what I've come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111565718252856610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Ru_t8EKGpSI/AAAAAAAAAdg/JOk2_VYrdyI/s400/IMG_4603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Ru_u2EKGpUI/AAAAAAAAAdw/j0lb0d_BobU/s1600-h/IMG_4605+(1028+x+564).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111566714685269314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Ru_u2EKGpUI/AAAAAAAAAdw/j0lb0d_BobU/s200/IMG_4605+(1028+x+564).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the beginners class, we used Blonde Moment papers and chalks, everybody's layout looked so different depending on what colour chalks they used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its a heart 2 heart between &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Ru_uwkKGpTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/tSjd_89s22A/s1600-h/IMG_4604+(805+x+494).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111566620195988786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Ru_uwkKGpTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/tSjd_89s22A/s200/IMG_4604+(805+x+494).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;father and son, I took the photo last summer of Ben and Gerry in the Garden, took lots of practise but I loved the final shot I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Ru_uwkKGpTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/tSjd_89s22A/s1600-h/IMG_4604+(805+x+494).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up shots are of the hearts which have been raised and I used embrodiary floss to stitch the hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Ru_vAUKGpVI/AAAAAAAAAd4/rs3eFDLLt4c/s1600-h/Book+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111566890778928466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Ru_vAUKGpVI/AAAAAAAAAd4/rs3eFDLLt4c/s200/Book+cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the cover of the book from the other class that I taught, we used paper, and paint and lots of glitter glue, I love this book, as we used transparency's between pages to add our journalling, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out of the scraps from this class I was able to make this layout and 4 cards, in the end I still had bits left over, but decided enough ws enough and in the bin they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111567354635396450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Ru_vbUKGpWI/AAAAAAAAAeA/vIZRi4tjFrE/s320/IMG_4479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have been quite productive around the house, I've made some voila curtains for the dining room, I still have to make another pair for the lounge but I'm planning on doing them later, and I even managed to knock myself up a little tote bag out of two teatowels, I share that with you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go now and finish off these other curtains, they won't make themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poet and a scientist were traveling together on a plane. The scientist was bored and said to the poet, "Hey, you, do you want to play a game? I'll ask you a question, and if you get it wrong, you give me $5. Then, you ask me a question, and if I can't answer it, I'll give you $5."The poet thought about this for a moment, but he decided against it, seeing that the scientist was obviously a very bright man. He politely turned down the scientist's offer.The scientist, who was really bored, tried again. "Look, I'll ask you a question, and if you can't answer it, you give me $5. Then you ask me a question, and if I can't answer it, I'll give you $50."The poet agreed. "Okay," the scientist said, "what is the exact distance between the Earth and the Moon?"The poet, obviously not knowing the answer, didn't stop to think about the scientist's question. He took a $5 bill out of his pocket and handed it to the scientist.The scientist happily accepted the bill and promptly said, "Okay, now it's your turn."The poet thought about this for a few minutes, then asked, "All right, what goes up a mountain on three legs, but comes down on four?"The bright glow quickly vanished from the scientist's face. He thought about this for a long time, taking out his notepad and making numerous calculations. He finally gave up on his notepad and took out his laptop, using his Multimedia Encyclopedia. As the plane was landing the scientist gave up. He reluctantly handed the poet a $50 bill.The poet accepted it graciously, getting ready to stand up. "Wait!" the scientist shouted, "you can't do this to me! What's the answer?"The poet looked at the scientist and calmly put a $5 bill into his hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-1594612966138317254?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1594612966138317254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=1594612966138317254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1594612966138317254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1594612966138317254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/09/under-weather.html' title='Under the weather'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Ru_t8EKGpSI/AAAAAAAAAdg/JOk2_VYrdyI/s72-c/IMG_4603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-5278984586357228757</id><published>2007-09-13T11:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:21:05.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Dog ~ New Tricks</title><content type='html'>Trevor went and had his hair cut the other day at the poodle parlours and what a shock we got when we went to pick him up. He had aged in the matter of an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we had his hair cut he looked like a puppy when we got him back, this time, he looks like an old man. Once all the excess hair was removed, we discovered he is graying and he is now sporting a grey eyebrow, very strange, but at the same time he looks distinguised and regal, hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RukXfUKGpKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Cmo13hE8vOM/s1600-h/IMG_4580+(1661+x+1245).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109641078983009442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RukXfUKGpKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Cmo13hE8vOM/s320/IMG_4580+(1661+x+1245).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RukXqUKGpLI/AAAAAAAAAco/3bNTtObKMAM/s1600-h/IMG_4578+(1621+x+1296).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109641267961570482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RukXqUKGpLI/AAAAAAAAAco/3bNTtObKMAM/s320/IMG_4578+(1621+x+1296).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that all about, he looks so sad in these pics, but thats cause I woke him up from his usual dream of chasing rabbits, you know the type, the ones where the dogs legs are running whilst they sleep, so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last two weeks have been hectic for me on the DT front, have had loads of projects to get finished off, and just as I think I have my desk all nice and cleared another project lands on it, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. I can honestly tell you I miss just scrapping for myself, it seems that everything I do at the moment is for others, whether it be a DT project, class kit, BOM prompt or work for others I never seem to get my head above that line. Now don't get me wrong, I absoloutely love doing DT projects, etc, and at the end of the day I use pics of my family so I am getting some of my scrapping done as well, its just that I always feel like I'm working to a deadline and if I'm honest I'm not good with deadlines. I will always meet them, but its generally a last minute thing, hee hee, ok, hold up your hand if your the same. Yep thought so, you all have your hand in the air. I am now planning on spending the next two days working flat out, so that come this weekend its just pure me me me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the Angel Crafts 12 hour crop, YAHOO, a full 12 hours of uninterrupted scrapping time, ok, I am teaching two classes whilst I'm there, a beginners class and a crop class, but thankfully I'm well ahead of myself and have them all organised notes typed, printed, etc, hopefully Angela has the kits made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love the classes I'm going to teach, the beginners class in particular is one of my favourite layouts, I did the layout quite some time ago and have never put it up anywhere, as I loved it so much I wanted to keep it for myself. Do you ever get like that, silly I know as we all love to share our work, but don't you just every now and again, decide to hold something back of yourself just for you?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is back into the swing of school and fibs, every night when he comes home we end up arguing about homework, etc. I did a layout to honour this current stage in our relationship and here it is, its part of my DT for Angel Crafts this month, so hopefully Angela won't mind me sharing it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109644076870182082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RukaN0KGpMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/thM8Ne0I5wc/s400/friend+or+foe+(991+x+758).jpg" border="0" /&gt;The journalling all around the photo is about how we fight with each other at the moment, but when all is said and done.......... you know................ hee hee, sorry, off on one of funny turns their,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, seriously when all is said and done, we are still best friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll come back after the weekend and share with you the class stuff from the crop, but till then, take care of yourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joke of the Day is from Janet - Thanks hunny, you always manage to have me laughing my head off &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Revenge.&lt;br /&gt;A boy about 16 years old walked down the street dragging a&lt;br /&gt;flattened frog on a string behind him. He came up to the doorstep&lt;br /&gt;of a brothel and&lt;br /&gt;knocked on the door. When the Madam answered it, she saw the&lt;br /&gt;little boy and asked what he wanted. He said, "I want to have sex&lt;br /&gt;with one of the women inside. I have the money to buy it, and I'm&lt;br /&gt;not leaving until I get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Madam figured why not, so she told him to come in. Once in,&lt;br /&gt;she told him to pick any of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;He asked, "Do any of the girls have any venereal diseases?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the Madam said no.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I heard all the men talking about having to get shots&lt;br /&gt;after making love with Amber. THAT'S the girl I want."&lt;br /&gt;Since the little boy was so adamant and had the money to pay for&lt;br /&gt;it, the cynical Madam told him to go to the first room on the&lt;br /&gt;right. He headed down the hall dragging the squashed amphibian&lt;br /&gt;behind him. Ten minutes later he came back, still dragging the&lt;br /&gt;frog, paid the Madam, and headed out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Madam stopped him and asked, "Why did you pick the only girl in&lt;br /&gt;the place with a disease, instead of one of the others?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Well, if you must know, tonight when I get home, my&lt;br /&gt;parents are going out to a restaurant to eat, leaving me at home&lt;br /&gt;with a baby-sitter.&lt;br /&gt;After they leave, my baby-sitter will have sex with me because . She will then get the Dose that I just caught".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When Mum and Dad get back, Dad will take the baby-sitter home. On&lt;br /&gt;the way, he'll give her one in the car and he'll catch the dose.&lt;br /&gt;Then when Dad gets home from the baby-sitter's, he and Mum will go&lt;br /&gt;to bed and have sex, and Mum will catch it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the morning when Dad goes to work, the Milkman will deliver the&lt;br /&gt;milk, have a quickie with Mum and catch the clap, and HE'S the&lt;br /&gt;bastard who ran over my frog!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-5278984586357228757?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5278984586357228757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=5278984586357228757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5278984586357228757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5278984586357228757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/09/old-dog-new-tricks.html' title='Old Dog ~ New Tricks'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RukXfUKGpKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Cmo13hE8vOM/s72-c/IMG_4580+(1661+x+1245).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-2741703727416072845</id><published>2007-08-31T14:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:50:05.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New BOM Prompt is up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took a break during August and never did a Book of Me Prompt, so I have two to do for September to help the girls stay on track. The first one is out now and I love it. If you have never done a BOM Layout, then jump over to the thread on &lt;a href="http://www.ukscrappers.co.uk/boards/showthread.php?t=167757"&gt;UKS&lt;/a&gt; and check it out, all the previous prompts are on the first entry on the thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to go and ask a family member or a friend to describe who you are as a person. I never actually asked anybody as somebody had already summed me up in a way that left me astonished, but I loved what they said about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used something that Kirsty said about me on her blog, entry is&lt;a href="http://limegreenbogiegirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/fly-away-peter-fly-away-paul-come-back.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to see it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She said - "Look beyond the obvious and peel back the layers of a woman with stamina, determination and heart. TRUE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this, at first I was gobsmacked by her comment, but once I let it sink in and thought about if for a while, I realised, She is right, I am like that, and I love the fact that she saw that in me and opened my eyes to the fact. Kirsty Thank you so much, your a brilliant friend and I wubs you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is this months layout with a few close up shots.&lt;img style="WIDTH: 608px; HEIGHT: 587px" height="656" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_4363.jpg" width="636" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="529" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_4361.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="801" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_4362.jpg" width="624" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo is one also taken by the Oh so talented Kirsty, she is an amazing photographer who makes you feel so relaxed, her photography site is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kapturedbykirsty.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, go and check it out, and if you can book her, honestly she will take the best photo's you have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a layout by Suzanne recently on UKS and was so inspired by it, that I kinda pinched one of her ideas, her layout is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ukscrappers.co.uk/photopost/showphoto.php?photo=106070&amp;cat=500&amp;amp;ppuser=3804"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; if you want to see it, I highly recommend it, a very tongue in cheek letter to Jamie Oliver and a stunning layout to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the scalloped circle she did, and I just had to try it out for myself. I do love this effect and its something I will be doing lots of in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loads to do today, but my morning was started in off in the most delightful way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angela-angelsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Angela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;came over and brought bacon and rolls with her, so on went the grill and we stuffed our faces, yum yum. She also brought over my DT kit for the next month for the Angela Crafts Design Team, and wow, is all I can say at the moment, I love it, have no idea what I'm going to do with it just yet, but wow, stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day is another one from Janet and is so funny, I dare you not to laugh out load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris and his Wife, Esther went to the state fair every year. Every year Morris would say, "Esther, I'd like to ride in that helicopter." Esther always replied, "I know Morris, but that helicopter ride is 50 dollars and 50 dollars is 50 dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later, Esther and Morris went to the fair again. Morris said "Esther, I'm 85 years old. If I don't ride that helicopter now, I might never get another chance." Esther replied, "Morris, that helicopter is 50 dollars and 50 dollars is 50 dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilot overheard the couple. He said "Folks, I'll make you a deal. I'll take the both of you for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the entire ride and not say a word, I won't charge you! But if you say one word, it's 50 dollars." Morris and Esther agreed - and up they went. The pilot did all kinds of fancy maneuvers. But not a word was heard. He did his daredevil tricks over and over again, but still not a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they landed, the pilot turned to Morris and said, "By golly, I did everything I could to get you to yell out, but you didn't. I'm impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris replied, "Well I was going to say something when Esther fell out, but 50 dollars is 50 dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves and I'll see you all soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-2741703727416072845?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2741703727416072845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=2741703727416072845&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/2741703727416072845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/2741703727416072845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-bom-prompt-is-up.html' title='New BOM Prompt is up'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-1838874877734366066</id><published>2007-08-30T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:47:58.691+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friggin Lawn Mower</title><content type='html'>Today I got up full of good intentions, I had my day all mapped out and it revolved around attacking my very much overgrown garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after getting myself suitable dressed and wellies pulled on, I start the mammoth task of pulling out the lawnmower, trimmer, waste bags, extension leads, safety plugs, blah blah, you get the idea. I start the mower up, do an area about the size of postage stamp and the ruddy blades fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the search commence for the replacement blades. Now you know when you can see something in your mind, you know exactly what the item looks like but you can't remember for the life of you where you put it, well that was me for over an hour today. I swear to god the replacement blades, instructions manuals, screwdrivers and everything for the lawnmower are all in a bag together and I thought they where in the shed, Let me tell you, I pulled that shed to pieces, I have never ran out of a shed so many times screaming at the size of the spiders that usually quite happily live in there enjoying the peace and quiet, well not today. Charlie our cat had a field day chasing the little monsters all over the place, and he even ate a few, Yuck yuck yuck.  After a fruitless search I gave up, packed everything away and now have a lawn that looks like something went mad in a very small area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats been my day, not the most productive, but not from lack of effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day for you all is from my great friend Janet, and had me wiping coffee off my computer screen when I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old Irish cowboy sat down at the Star bucks in Dublin and ordered a cup of coffee. As he sat sipping his coffee, a young woman sat down next to him. She turned to the cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "Well, I've spent my whole life breaking colts, working cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about women when I eat. It seems that everything makes me think of women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two sat sipping in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later, a man sat down on the other side of the old cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "I always thought I was, but I just found out that I'm a lesbian."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-1838874877734366066?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1838874877734366066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=1838874877734366066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1838874877734366066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1838874877734366066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/08/friggin-lawn-mower.html' title='Friggin Lawn Mower'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-8846634211298188095</id><published>2007-08-29T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:36:28.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I know</title><content type='html'>I'm terrible at updating this blog at the moment, but its been all go in our house the past week. Ben started back at school and is now in the 2nd year of High School. He looks amazing in his uniform, but I've promised him I won't embrasses him by posting a pic of him on my blog, and a promise is a promise. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been like a whirlwind this week, on a cleaning frenzy. My scrapping stuff had appeared to take on a life of its own, and was gradually spreading itself all around the house, it had managed to take over the craft room, the dining room and the kitchen, it was getting so bad that we had resorted to eating our meals on our laps in the family room. Which was something Ben was complaining about, meant he got to watch TV whilst he ate, whereas I on the other hand hated it. We only usually get to have one meal together each day, and I always love having it round the dinner table as it gives us all a chance to play catch up and find out how every ones day went. We stole this idea from a movie about doing High/Low, you give one high for the day and one low for the day and then we all have something to talk about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the point, my scrapping stuff had taken over the house, so I had to tidy up. I've now managed to tidy my craft room, have filled my boot with stash I no longer want, and I'm going to be taking it all to my card group on Saturday to sell and raise some much needed funds. And on a bonus note, because I've tidied up, I now have a clean and tidy Dining Room and Kitchen, on the downside, Ben was not pleased to be back at the dinner table for tea this evening, hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Godchildren came over last week. And we had a great time. They where only here for about 4 hours, which was nowhere near long enough for us, but we did manage to bake some cakes and play. Natascha managed to raid my scrapbooking stash and left with a huge bag full, which she has unfortunately had to leave at her Grans as there was no room in her suitcase to take it home, but she is coming back over in October and will be able to take it all back with her then, she is also planning on having a scrapping fest with me. Yahoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had approval from our presevation company to re-decorate the hall and lounge as well now, so I now need to do some plastering, anybody want to come and help, AHHHHHHHHHHHH I've never plastered in my life, and have a area about 6ft by 6ft that needs done, I'm terrified of doing it, incase I make a mess. Once I've done it I can get the decorating finished and the carpets fitted, and the house will be finally finished, or at least the inside will be. I still need to finish the garden off and do some painting outside, and then Viola, all done. Any volunteers want to offer their help????????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally I am so honoured as &lt;a href="http://designrecollections.squarespace.com/2007-journal/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; has nominated my blog for a Schmooze award, how honored and an award as a 'Thoughtful blogger'.  I actually have to confess that I have no idea what these awards are for or why I have received them, considering how bad I am at bloggin at the moment, but I am so pleased to have been picked.  I do love blogging and I love to read other peoples blogs, my blog is mainly me ranting on like a mad woman though, and probably bores everone to sleep, but I don't care, it gives me a place to keep an online diary, and I do love sitting here and reading my older posts, I love to see how my family and friends have progressed over the year and I love having the ability to catch up with friends via their blogs.  So Heather thank you so much for nominating me. xxxx to you darling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RtXwLm2vvSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Cp6y7SCmvV4/s1600-h/schmooze_award02.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104249834893720866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RtXwLm2vvSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Cp6y7SCmvV4/s200/schmooze_award02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RtXwfG2vvTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0y1LqnWHm2Q/s1600-h/thoughtful_award01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104250169901169970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RtXwfG2vvTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0y1LqnWHm2Q/s200/thoughtful_award01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to nominate some people to receive these, so here goes.  Firstly I will pick &lt;a href="http://angela-angelsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;, because she is a tower of strength to me at times and she is such a thoughtful person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly I pick &lt;a href="http://www.fruitysuet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/a&gt;, you are amazing and you know you are, hee hee (she will hate me for that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly I will pick &lt;a href="http://lifeandtimesofa12x12addict.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracie&lt;/a&gt;, you have been such a loyal supporter and advocate for Lippy Chick and you always scream its praises from the rooftops, thank you so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth is &lt;a href="http://limegreenbogiegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kirsty&lt;/a&gt; - Come on cyclops you know you want to join in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least I pick &lt;a href="http://waltzingthroughlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam&lt;/a&gt;, cause I love her blog, it has me laughing so hard at times and her work is stunning and best of all she is always happy to share it with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did want to pick a few others, but they have already had the awards, but I still love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway take care, and here is your joke of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHERE DO REDHEADED BABIES COME FROM?     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After their baby was born, the panicked father went to see the obstetrician.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Doctor," the man said, "I don't mind telling you, but I'm a little upset because my daughter has red hair.  She can't possibly be mine."    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nonsense," the doctor said.  "Even though you and your wife both have black hair, one of your ancestors may have contributed red hair to the gene pool."    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It isn't possible," the man insisted.  "This can't be, our families on both sides had jet-black hair for generations."    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well," said the doctor, "let me ask you this.  How often do you have sex?"   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man seemed a bit ashamed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've been working very hard for the past year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We only made love once or twice every few months."    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, there you have it!" The doctor said confidently.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's rust" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8846634211298188095?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8846634211298188095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=8846634211298188095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8846634211298188095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8846634211298188095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know I know'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RtXwLm2vvSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Cp6y7SCmvV4/s72-c/schmooze_award02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-1866411667227376608</id><published>2007-08-21T08:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:09:19.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Warned, photo overload</title><content type='html'>Yep, I've left it so long since I last blogged, I'm going to give you all a photo overload, first up we have the last book I did for the Stamp Addicts workshops that I recently taught at, and then we have pics of Suzannes kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to start you here is the last book I did for Stamp Addict. I loved this one, its probably my fave, I know I should not have a fave, but if squeezed, pinched and kicked really really hard, then this would def. be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrW8W2vu6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/-NeegYIEqcg/s1600-h/IMG_3633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101125860366203810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrW8W2vu6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/-NeegYIEqcg/s200/IMG_3633.JPG" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrZlG2vu9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/TUCTwYV_7So/s1600-h/IMG_3638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101128759469128658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="214" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrZlG2vu9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/TUCTwYV_7So/s200/IMG_3638.JPG" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101126414416985010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrXcm2vu7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/8ExPW7y1aEc/s200/IMG_3635.JPG" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rsrbcm2vvBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nmWiS95dPeI/s1600-h/IMG_3641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101130812463496210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rsrbcm2vvBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nmWiS95dPeI/s200/IMG_3641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrXuW2vu8I/AAAAAAAAAZo/tjOWrvl-Fp8/s1600-h/IMG_3636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101126719359663042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="152" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrXuW2vu8I/AAAAAAAAAZo/tjOWrvl-Fp8/s200/IMG_3636.JPG" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101129098771545058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrZ422vu-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Gbcm2r49SIo/s200/IMG_3639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsraNW2vu_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/1BLQfOVwlDM/s1600-h/IMG_3640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101129450958863346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsraNW2vu_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/1BLQfOVwlDM/s200/IMG_3640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrenG2vvGI/AAAAAAAAAa4/63e_AdzcOvo/s1600-h/IMG_3642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101134291387006050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrenG2vvGI/AAAAAAAAAa4/63e_AdzcOvo/s200/IMG_3642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101132113838586930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrcoW2vvDI/AAAAAAAAAag/xd80JKmuA4k/s200/IMG_3643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrfEm2vvHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YHWQDFsBFOE/s1600-h/IMG_3645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101134798193146994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrfEm2vvHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YHWQDFsBFOE/s200/IMG_3645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rsrd022vvEI/AAAAAAAAAao/WgABZHGSkIM/s1600-h/IMG_3644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101133428098579522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rsrd022vvEI/AAAAAAAAAao/WgABZHGSkIM/s200/IMG_3644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the flaps have been left open at the top to allow for a tag to be put in, this is a really jammed packed book, but it does still fit in its cover, just, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, next lot of photos start now, hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had quite a week here, &lt;a href="http://www.fruitysuet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/a&gt; and the kids arrived Weds tea-time, and we got stuck straight into scrapping, I was working on some projects that I can't share just yet, and Suzanne was working on a layout for the Design Collection class, what can I say about it but Wow, Wow, Wow, amazing. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rsrh0W2vvJI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/urlmwoxHJ9M/s1600-h/IMG_4075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101137817555156114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="203" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rsrh0W2vvJI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/urlmwoxHJ9M/s320/IMG_4075.JPG" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Thursday, we all jumped into the car, no mean feat with 4 kids and 2 adults and headed off for a day at the People's Palace, me and Ben had gone last week, but it was a spur of the moment thing and I never had my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrmSG2vvNI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3gmkyA0QPLA/s1600-h/climb+high.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101142726702775506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="282" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrmSG2vvNI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3gmkyA0QPLA/s320/climb+high.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;               &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was different, armed with camera, we had a great time. We split up into teams as they give the kids a detective form to fill in, to make sure they get as much from the place as possible, it was girls against boys. The girls had a great time trying to read the scottish text. The boys had a wild time of it as well, they discovered the lifts and I think they spent all their time going up and down between the floors. We finally finished off our quest for clues, and had lunch - picnic style in the Winter Gardens, and wow was it hot, the sun was coming through the glass and it was like having our own private desert island, expect for all the peeps who had to keep stepping over us that is.  The kids all had numerous goes of the wishing well, so much so that Suzannes purse was much lighter on the journey home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rsroxm2vvQI/AAAAAAAAAcA/yz754m92dAI/s1600-h/mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101145466891910402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rsroxm2vvQI/AAAAAAAAAcA/yz754m92dAI/s320/mia.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rsrod22vvPI/AAAAAAAAAb4/dabbLBG51e4/s1600-h/josh+stuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101145127589494002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="193" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rsrod22vvPI/AAAAAAAAAb4/dabbLBG51e4/s320/josh+stuck.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101147038849940754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrqNG2vvRI/AAAAAAAAAcI/5v1P8vbbCrA/s320/Chiara+%26+Mia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Palace and Gardens, we made our way home, with a quick detour via the park to let the kids have a mad 1/2 hour and hopefully make them tired (it did'nt work)   Ben, Josh and Chaira all ran straight for the biggest thing in the park and raced to the top, whilst I stood open mouthed in fear of them dropping from great heights and trying to figure out the best route to A&amp;E. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh got stuck in the kids train and took an age to come out, that might have had something to do with me standing there though, refusing to leave till I had caught an appropriate shot of him in distress, at no point did I offer to assist, see what a good scrapper I am, ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Josh hates his picture been taken and its a nightmare for Suzanne as she is desperate to scrap him, I on the other hand have a dream son who will let me take his picture whenever I so desire, take today for instance, we had left a small feather boa out from when the kids where here, and Ben decided to put it on (whilst still in his PJ's) and model it for me, when I grabbed my camera, I thought he might have run off, but no, he happily posed for a few shots - Bless him.  (ummhhh I'm wondering whilst typing this, if I should be worried, nahhhhhhhh nothing to worry about, it was good honest fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress, Mia promptly showed him how it was suppose to be done, what a cutie pie she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a slight downpour whilst at the park, you can see the rain clouds gathering in some of the pics, so we took shelter under the trees, (I know, not a wise move, but there was no thunder) and whilst under the trees, I got this shot of the girls, and I love it.  Anyway, once me and Suzanne where tired out (yes us and not the kids) we set off home for tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne and the kids where suppose to be leaving us on Friday morning, but they all asked if they could stay another night and who was I to say no, think I might have even planted the seed in their heads, hee hee. We had a ball, the girls are amazing, they create their own little fantasy world and play so happily, I was so jealous as wanted to be a part of it. Ben and Josh had a computer fest, we never saw the boys except for meal times. We all ate well and drank well and languished in each others company, and the odd bit of scrapping was done as well. Angela even came over on Thursday night to join in, well she watched and gossiped whilst me and Suzanne scrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, was card group day for me and Anne my friend, Sunday was lazy day and yesterday Me and Ben went out with Bens dad for a day before Ben starts back at school, actually it was quite a nice day, the weather was good to us, and we went to the botanical gardens, must admit, that once you have seen one plant, they do start to all look the same, but it was fun, especially making the venus fly trap close up thinking it had caught a tasty lunch, only to discover we had tricked it with tree bark, ha ha. Then we had lunch at the German brewery and had another wander around the Peoples Palace, can you guess yet where my fave place is at the moment, yep you got it right the Peoples Palace, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was spent scrapping in earnest, I need to clear this project pile from my desk to let me get on with the book of me prompts which are due soon. I never posted one in August, so have to do two for September, and my brain is not working at the moment, have the prompts, just no inspiration for the layouts, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was suppose to start back at School today, but with his school been a new build, they are having a few teething problems and it's been delayed till Thursday, yahoo, a few extra days with Ben. Tomorrow our Godchildren are coming over for the day, before they head back home to Canada, so I'm now running around try to find baking goodies for us to play with and some scrapping stuff, Natashca has taken up scrapbooking and I've promised her she can raid my room (oh no what have I let myself in for), Cameron wants to cook up a storm and play rough and tumble with Ben, so by tomorrow night the house will a chaos of flour, grass and scrapping stuff, but its all in the name of fun, so I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats enough from me, I'm sure I'll be back later in the week with pics of our cooking and scrapping fest, till then take care of yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joke of the day is from Claire, all the way from Down under - Love you Claire, big kisses from me to you. xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A young Chinese couple gets married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's a virgin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth be told, he is a virgin too, but she doesn't know that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On their wedding night, she cowers naked under the sheets as her husband undresses in the darkness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He climbs into bed next to her and tries to be reassuring. 'My darring,' he whispers, 'I know dis iss your firss time and you berry frighten. I pomise you, I give you anyting you want, I do anyting - juss anyting you want. you juss ask... so... whatchu want?' he says, trying to sound experienced and worldly, which he hopes will impress her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thoughtful silence follows and he waits patiently (and eagerly) for her request. She eventually shyly whispers back, 'I want try someting I have heard about from other gurls... Numbah 69.' More thoughtful silence, this time from him. Eventually, in a puzzled tone he asks her... 'You want... Garlic Chicken with steam vegetable?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-1866411667227376608?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1866411667227376608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=1866411667227376608&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1866411667227376608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1866411667227376608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/08/be-warned-photo-overload.html' title='Be Warned, photo overload'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsrW8W2vu6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/-NeegYIEqcg/s72-c/IMG_3633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-8988302982039260561</id><published>2007-08-13T22:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:14:17.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go???????</title><content type='html'>I can't believe its over a week since my last post. I have no idea what I've done during the time, as don't have very much to show for it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well actually that's a bit of a fib, I have been busy on Design Projects, but I can't share them with you, sorry. So instead I will share with you the second book I did for &lt;a href="https://www.stampaddictsshop.co.uk/"&gt;Stamp Addicts&lt;/a&gt;, the Flop book, named because it flops down. hee hee, its all thinking this you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is dedicated to Ben, and again I used pictured taken by the oh so talented &lt;a href="http://limegreenbogiegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Kirsty Wiseman&lt;/a&gt;, or cyclops as she is know in our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsDS4nw-3PI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bZJLSZm6GOc/s1600-h/IMG_3622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098306648372337906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsDS4nw-3PI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bZJLSZm6GOc/s200/IMG_3622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsDTlHw-3RI/AAAAAAAAAYw/6iDP7NCCZU4/s1600-h/IMG_3625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098307412876516626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsDTlHw-3RI/AAAAAAAAAYw/6iDP7NCCZU4/s200/IMG_3625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098307056394231042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsDTQXw-3QI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9Dc9f9RI63Y/s200/IMG_3624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098307803718540578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsDT73w-3SI/AAAAAAAAAY4/GWe_6d3ZjYM/s400/IMG_3626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsDUNHw-3TI/AAAAAAAAAZA/oxoSlPgTKSU/s1600-h/IMG_3627.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsDUNHw-3TI/AAAAAAAAAZA/oxoSlPgTKSU/s1600-h/IMG_3627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098308100071284018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsDUNHw-3TI/AAAAAAAAAZA/oxoSlPgTKSU/s200/IMG_3627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098308387834092866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsDUd3w-3UI/AAAAAAAAAZI/x25jDlpHjFY/s200/IMG_3628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098308907525135698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsDU8Hw-3VI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/igQKH2MlHcI/s400/IMG_3632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a friend - &lt;a href="http://www.fruitysuet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suzanne &lt;/a&gt;-  arriving on Weds with her 3 children and it's a hive of activity in our house as we are so excited, my friend is a fella crafter and we are hoping to get some time to play.  Ben is excited as Suzanne has a son who is a similar age to Ben and he is hoping for a play fest of games which will include the X Box, PS2 and monopoly, hopefully the girls will be included as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's all the news from me, sorry not much I know, but hey I don't have a life, ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a joke for you all, enjoy and take care of yourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A woman was very distraught over the fact that she had not had a date or any sex for over 5 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was afraid she might have something wrong with her, so she decided to seek medical expertise with the well known Chinese sex therapist, Dr Chang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon entering the examination room, Dr Chang said "OK, take off all your croze."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman did as she was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get down and craw reery, reery fass to odderside of room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the woman did as she was instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr Chang then said "OK, now craw reery, reery fass back to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As she did Dr Chang shook his head slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your probrem vewy bad. You have Ed Zachary disease. Wurse case I ever see. Dat why you not haf sex or dates."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman asked anxiously "Oh my God, Dr Chang what is Ed Zachary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Chang sighed deeply and replied, "Ed Zachary disease is when your face look Ed Zachary like your arse."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8988302982039260561?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8988302982039260561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=8988302982039260561&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8988302982039260561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8988302982039260561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/08/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go???????'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RsDS4nw-3PI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bZJLSZm6GOc/s72-c/IMG_3622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-3902495332567120726</id><published>2007-08-02T20:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:42:05.648+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well its Thursday already, can't believe where the time is going, it only seems like it was the weekend the other day. Me and Ben are having so much fun together, we have been catching up with each other, and I'm loving it. Don't know how much longer he will actually want to spend time with me, he is now a teenager and from my own recollection of been a teenager, I did not want to be seen with mother regardless of who it was who saw me. Parents are just not cool, but I must be the exception to the rule, cause my boy is happy with my company and he don't care who knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been going on in our house. Well today I caught up with &lt;a href="http://angela-angelsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;, yahoo she is back from her holiday and we picked up right where we left off, chatting on the phone for ages about nothing, then a few hours later, yep back on the phone we where again. I also caught up with &lt;a href="http://limegreenbogiegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kirsty&lt;/a&gt; on the phone as well. I do love the phone, what a great invention. I'm forever on it, I would be lost without it. I do pick up the phone quite alot just to say hi to friends, have a quick blether, or a long one, depending on time frames etc. Go on pick up the phone and call a friend today, you know you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been busy on some projects for &lt;a href="http://www.angelcrafts.biz/"&gt;Angel Crafts Design Team&lt;/a&gt;, I've done a layout, a mini canvas book and now I'm trying to work on another project, buts it's got me pulling my hair out, so I've stepped away from it for a while and thought I would catch up with this instead, whilst I wait on some glossy accents drying which will hopefully cure my problem with this blasted thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton of books to make for a friend, not my usual &lt;a href="http://www.lippychick.co.uk/"&gt;Lippy Chick&lt;/a&gt; books, but another project, I'll tell you more about that though maybe next month, don't want to spill the beans too soon do I, ha ha, I know I'm a tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will share with you though one of the books I did for &lt;a href="http://www.stampaddicts.co.uk/"&gt;Stamp Addicts Workshops&lt;/a&gt;, which by the way, where flipping brilliant, I had a right scream with the ladies, one in particular - Barbara, OMG, how funny are you, I still insist you sound just like Posh though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the pics of the first class I taught which was the Flap book class, I'll share the rest with you over my next few posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand" height="153" alt="" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand" height="152" alt="" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RrI423w-3OI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SYAy39Bc_s4/s1600-h/IMG_3606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094196643842940130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="151" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RrI423w-3OI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SYAy39Bc_s4/s200/IMG_3606.JPG" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="169" alt="" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand" height="149" alt="" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="271" alt="" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="263" alt="" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/rozroz/IMG_3617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the small pics are close ups of the page, some of them have turned themselves 90 degrees and I can't figure out how to fix that in blogger, so put your head on the side, ha ha. I've also included pics of the book fully open for you to see, hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All of the photos in the book where the ones that &lt;a href="http://limegreenbogiegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kirsty&lt;/a&gt; took when she was up here on a recent working visit. I do the love the &lt;a href="http://www.lippychick.co.uk/"&gt;Lippy Chick&lt;/a&gt; books, because you can literally gets tons of photos in them, so all those little pics you have or all those extras that you took at the kids party, well they are just begging to be put into a &lt;a href="http://www.lippychick.co.uk/"&gt;Lippy Chick&lt;/a&gt; book, go and check out the site for your nearest stockist and grab yourself, one, two or three, yes infact get three one of each. If anybody is struggling just drop me a line, telling which book you have and I'll send you a step by step guide on how to decorate one, what more can a girl do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My plea for jokes was fulfilled, yahoo, and tonights is from Janet, who is one of my oldest and dearest friends in the whole wide world, can you believe we have been friends for over 20 years, OMG, the time has flown.&lt;/p&gt;Joke of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST CHICKEN JOKE EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chicken and an egg are lying in bed. The chicken is leaning against The headboard smoking a cigarette, with a satisfied smile on its face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The egg, looking a bit pissed off, grabs the sheet, rolls over, and Says, 'Well, I guess we finally answered THAT question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone needs it explained - read it a second time.  Its ok, I had to read it a second time before I twigged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves, mwah to each and every one of you, well nearly everyone, no kisses for you Woody if your reading this, ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-3902495332567120726?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3902495332567120726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=3902495332567120726&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3902495332567120726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3902495332567120726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-its-thursday-already-cant-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RrI423w-3OI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SYAy39Bc_s4/s72-c/IMG_3606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-8596415970244112703</id><published>2007-07-31T22:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:27:36.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo, my Baby is back.</title><content type='html'>Ben is home, yahoo, what more can I say, other than I am one happy mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is home safe and sound, a bit early but I'm not complaining. We have had great fun since he came home rather late on Sunday night. Monday was a PJ day, and we caught up on all our gossip. Today we ran around the house like headless chickens doing our chores (not in the slightest bit fun, but necessary) then we went and got his uniform for going back to school all sorted and then it was home for more fun and silly games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we have the rest of the holidays all to ourselves, we are trying to decide if we should have some long breaks away together or just day trips out. But seeing as we are free to please ourselves, we will take things as they come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to share with you the other day, the most adorable dogs that Ben and me had the pleasure of spoiling and playing with whilst on holiday. I would like to introduce Curry and Moet, so names as these are Gina's two favourite things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093473070702582962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rq-mxXw-3LI/AAAAAAAAAYA/_y2R0aEnHSs/s400/curry+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is Curry, he is such a character, it takes him a while to get to know somebody, but once he does, your his friend for life, he gives little smiles with his teeth, however, he rarely gives cuddles or kisses, but when he does, are they worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093473345580489922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rq-nBXw-3MI/AAAAAAAAAYI/GP-MK6rEk5A/s400/moet+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And this little cutie pie is Moet, he is now about 2 years old, but he won't believe you if you told him, he is so playful, Ben took a real liking to Moet and Moet took a real liking to Ben, they where always playing together and unlike Curry, Moet will give you loves and kisses till he has worn you away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two of them together play so brilliantly. Ben and me took them for a walk almost every day, and on the way back, these two monsters would decide that it was play time and start messing around and jumping up at each other, heres a pic of the monsters in action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093474977668062418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rq-ogXw-3NI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Y3K5DgLPnis/s400/IMG_3082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's Bens legs they are wrapped around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, thats it from me for now, I'll leave you with your joke of day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So there's this man with a parrot. And his parrot swears like a sailor, I mean he's a pistol. He can swear for five &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_minutes" style="CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; straight without repeating himself.The trouble is that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_guy" style="CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_owns" style="CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;owns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; the parrot is a quiet, conservative type, and this bird's foul mouth is driving him crazy.One day, it gets to be too much, so the guy grabs the bird by the throat, shakes him really hard, and yells, "QUIT IT!" But this just makes the bird mad and he swears more than ever.Then the guy gets mad and says, "That's it. I'll get you." and locks the bird in a kitchen cabinet.This really aggravates the bird and he claws and scratches, and when the guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_finally" style="CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; lets him out, the bird cuts loose with a stream of invective that would make a veteran sailor blush.At that point, the guy is so mad that he throws the bird into the freezer.For the first few seconds, there is a terrible din. The bird kicks and claws and thrashes. Then it suddenly goes very quiet.At first the guy just waits, but then he starts to think that the bird may be hurt. After a couple of minutes of silence, he's so worried that he opens up the freezer door.The bird calmly climbs onto the man's outstretched arm and says, "Awfully sorry about the trouble I gave you. I'll do my best to improve my vocabulary from now on."The man is astounded. He can't understand the transformation that has come over the parrot.Then the parrot says, "By the way, what did the chicken do?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8596415970244112703?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8596415970244112703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=8596415970244112703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8596415970244112703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8596415970244112703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/07/yahoo-my-baby-is-back.html' title='Yahoo, my Baby is back.'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rq-mxXw-3LI/AAAAAAAAAYA/_y2R0aEnHSs/s72-c/curry+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-3318661647129191742</id><published>2007-07-26T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:15:02.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring my baby back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ben has been at his Dads for nearly a week, and I seriously feel like I've had all my limbs removed without him here, I am missing him so much. Some of you probably don't know this, but me and Gerry split up in March this year, his doing I might add, and since then I've had to share my bundle of joy with him. Its been ok when he stayed over for 1 night at the weekend or went to visit after school, but seriously this is just to much, he is suppose to be there for 2 weeks and I don't think I can handle it. Fair enough, I know I go away a bit, and leave him with his dad, but thats different, I've always know he is home safe and sound, but not been part of his life just now is unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pottering around the house, not knowing what to do with myself, I had him all to myself for two weeks whilst we where on holiday, and it was heaven on earth, he would not leave my side at all. Would not go in the pool unless I went in with him, would not go in the sea unless I went with him, would not do anything unless I was with him. We spent so much time talking and laughing and playing, and I'm missing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't begrudge Gerry having him, as I know he must have missed Ben whilst we where away, but its just not fair, a family gets ripped to pieces all because of one stupid persons actions and everyone ends up missing out. They have been having days out, which I have been invited along to, but have not felt able to share space with Gerry and did not want to ruin the days, so have declined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, I'm waffling now, so I'll shut up, you get the message, I miss my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what else have I been up to, I have done some of the projects for Lianne over at &lt;a href="http://www.littlesilverhat.co.uk/"&gt;Little Silver Hat&lt;/a&gt;, with next months ribbon kit, wow, what a corker it is, I loved it, had so many ideas for it, but unfortunately the papers I felt would go with the ribbons, I had run out of, and my favourite little shop for getting things from is on holiday, Angela hurry back, I need a fix of stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had to come up with something else to do with the kits, and I made this, its only a sneek peek, I'll show you more once Lianne has posted it on her gallery page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091589190672374722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rqj1ZHw-28I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MR7jC18OS1s/s400/bag+upclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you guess what it is yet, hee hee. I can tell you it took hours to do and it's now winging its way to Lianne as a gift for her adorable little girl along with another little something I made with the kit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also managed to dig out my other memory card and have some pics to share with you from our holiday, I would like to introduce you to the most amazing people I met whilst I was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not had time to edit these photos yet, all I've done is add a soft glow to them, so please forgive the contrast, etc. When I get a bit more time I will fix them, honest, well actually once I've taken the class on &lt;a href="http://thedarktoom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Wiseman's &lt;/a&gt;photo workshop site on how to fix photos (go and check out her blog for a link on how to join in her workshop), or click her name and it will take you directly there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly we have the most amazing boy in the world, my Adorable Son - Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091611202379766834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkJaXw-3DI/AAAAAAAAAXA/FlzINWXZ1zY/s400/ben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we have my hosts, one of my bestest friends in whole wide world and my soul mate and sister (she is not really my sister, but thats what we call each other) Gina, how stunning is this lady, and her heart is as big as her smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091609643306638338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkH_nw-3AI/AAAAAAAAAWo/rjcSugwTb0U/s400/gina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And Tom, Gina's partner and one of the most Generous men I have ever come across, his hospitally and friendship is something I would hate to be without, I love Tom to pieces and he knows this, I want him to adopt me just so I can have his friendship and guidance on tap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkIknw-3CI/AAAAAAAAAW4/eEQOWXkR4kE/s1600-h/tom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091610278961798178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="281" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkIknw-3CI/AAAAAAAAAW4/eEQOWXkR4kE/s320/tom.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkJqHw-3EI/AAAAAAAAAXI/oLsE9wXv1Q4/s1600-h/tom+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091611472962706498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkJqHw-3EI/AAAAAAAAAXI/oLsE9wXv1Q4/s320/tom+1.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you probably are wondering what the hell is going on, but Tom had been doing some work on the house and was trying to throw a bucket of paint/water over the wall, and it all landed back right on top of him, but see what I mean about how generous he is, somebody called him and whilst standing there dripping wet, he gave his time quite freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkKFXw-3FI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/tFJ6I5o6UkM/s1600-h/mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091611941114141778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkKFXw-3FI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/tFJ6I5o6UkM/s320/mike.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkKLnw-3GI/AAAAAAAAAXY/tDw8MP75aig/s1600-h/Lita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091612048488324194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkKLnw-3GI/AAAAAAAAAXY/tDw8MP75aig/s320/Lita.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brilliant couple are Mike and Lita, they are some of the funniest people I have come across and we just clicked immediately, we seem to have the same sense of humour and that so helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just adore Mike, he is constantly laughing as his picture shows, and Lita, wow what an amazing woman, Kudos to you Lita, I love and adore you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkKRHw-3HI/AAAAAAAAAXg/W39CpGxmj98/s1600-h/Aiden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091612142977604722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 467px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" height="263" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkKRHw-3HI/AAAAAAAAAXg/W39CpGxmj98/s320/Aiden.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we have the oh so handsome Aiden, I have know this boy since he was a little nipper, and he has not changed one bit, he was handsome then and he has only grown into it with such maturity that I am overwhelmed that I know him. He is such a kind and considerate person, he is so attentive and its amazing to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091612426445446306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkKhnw-3KI/AAAAAAAAAX4/rkvpWc19HzA/s320/stacy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now this stunner is Stacy, this is Aiden's Girlfriend and what a girl she is, she is so smart, I was almost embrassed to be sitting in the same company as such as Genius, honestly I was, she had me in stitches whilst I was trying to take her picture, she usually wears glasses, but I asked her to remove them, and could I get her to smile, it was like pulling teeth, but once she did, wow, what an amazing smile and what a beautiful face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkKWHw-3II/AAAAAAAAAXo/0gD7EkkVOYQ/s1600-h/Aiden+%26+Stacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091612228876950658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="182" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkKWHw-3II/AAAAAAAAAXo/0gD7EkkVOYQ/s320/Aiden+%26+Stacy.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkKbXw-3JI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HKcHbsb-APU/s1600-h/aiden+%26+stacy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091612319071263890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="282" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqkKbXw-3JI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HKcHbsb-APU/s320/aiden+%26+stacy+2.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the happy couple together, again, getting these pics was hard work, but oh so worth it. As you can see they are perfect together, and long may their union last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats it for me for now, as you can see, I did practice my photography skills whilst away, I must admit that 9 out of 10 times, I was stumped, it always seemed to bright and I got flare on my pics, and then the other times it was to dark, but I think I did alright with these ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I'm off to Stamp Addicts to teach some classes down there this weekend, I'm so excited and nervous at the same time, have no idea why, think its cause I'm there as Miss Lippy Chick and not me, if you know what I mean. I've taught Lippy Chick classes before, but I've always know in advance who is in the class and I've usually know a few of the peeps in the class, but this time, I have no idea what to expect, no idea how many are in each class, I'm teaching 3 classes in total, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, so please keep your fingers crossed for me, I think I'm gonna need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is your joke of the day, now I need to confess that I am rapidly running out of Jokes, so if you have any out there, please send them to me urgently, hee hee, I will give full credit to whoever sends them to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mother mouse and a baby mouse were walking along, when all of a sudden, a cat attacked them. The mother mouse goes, "BARK!" and the cat runs away."See?" says the mother mouse to her baby. "Now do you see why it's important to learn a foreign language?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-3318661647129191742?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3318661647129191742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=3318661647129191742&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3318661647129191742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3318661647129191742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/07/bring-my-baby-back.html' title='Bring my baby back'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rqj1ZHw-28I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MR7jC18OS1s/s72-c/bag+upclose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-1915653888822764773</id><published>2007-07-25T20:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:35:08.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I ROCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rqek9nw-27I/AAAAAAAAAWI/yrAIM89Mhro/s1600-h/rockin%252Bgirl%252Bblogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091219282319039410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rqek9nw-27I/AAAAAAAAAWI/yrAIM89Mhro/s400/rockin%252Bgirl%252Bblogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or so at least Maggie says I do, she tagged me for a Rocking Girl thingy ma jig, so I have to tag some people I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://limegreenbogiegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kirsty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://hysteri-cal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fruitysuet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://janesblogettyblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liza T&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure if you girls have been tagged before, but tough, your tagged again, ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back later with more stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-1915653888822764773?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1915653888822764773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=1915653888822764773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1915653888822764773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1915653888822764773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-rock.html' title='I ROCK'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rqek9nw-27I/AAAAAAAAAWI/yrAIM89Mhro/s72-c/rockin%252Bgirl%252Bblogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-8082494759194038517</id><published>2007-07-23T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T00:11:18.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all shiny</title><content type='html'>Yep I am, today, whilst working on a project, I decided to get out my alcholol inks. I wanted to use my lovely shiny copper metallic finish, and did as I was suppose to, I shook the bottle till the little metal ball inside moved around freely, then I opened the bottle and tried to squeeze some out, well none was forthcoming, so I tipped the bottle incase the ball was causing a blockage and tried again, yet still none was forthcoming, so I gave a little bit of a harder squeeze and........... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPLAT.......... the whole bloody lot went everywhere, all over my kettle, my cricut, my worktops, my walls, my floor, my project and above all else, all over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used up a fair old amount of the blending solution to clean everywhere off, but is got stuck in all the crevises of my watch, so now my lovely expensive Armani watch, looks cheap and tacky with cooper all over it, it looks like the silver is rubbing off to reveal a cheaper underside, ahhhhhhhhhh. Any suggestions greatly appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't share what I've been working on, as they are for classes I'm teaching this weekend over at &lt;a href="https://www.stampaddictsshop.co.uk/"&gt;Stamp Addicts&lt;/a&gt;. But I can share with you, I'M SO BLOODY EXCITED. I can't wait, I leave on Friday, stay at Sarah's overnight, after having explored her shop in its full glory, then teach 3 - 2 hour workshops back to back, and then come home, I'm teaching the Flip, Flop and Flap books to 20 ladies in each class and each class is so different from the next. The only thing each class shares is that I have crammed loads of photo's onto each of the projects. I just adore minibooks, well I guess you already know that about me, ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh just for you, I'll let you all have a quick sneak at what I'm doing, its not much of a sneak, but will give you all an idea of the colours they are working with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqUxOHw-24I/AAAAAAAAAVw/aIrPEv2UFi8/s1600-h/sneak+of+flip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090529072484637570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqUxOHw-24I/AAAAAAAAAVw/aIrPEv2UFi8/s200/sneak+of+flip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqUxd3w-26I/AAAAAAAAAWA/-R-QojPrqxM/s1600-h/sneak+of+flap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090529343067577250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqUxd3w-26I/AAAAAAAAAWA/-R-QojPrqxM/s200/sneak+of+flap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090529209923591058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqUxWHw-25I/AAAAAAAAAV4/UY7tZHxgUmE/s200/sneak+of+flop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I've actually used photo's that the talented &lt;a href="http://limegreenbogiegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Wiseman&lt;/a&gt; took, whilst she was up here on a recent visit, so you don't have to worry about your pics going with the papers, one book I've dedicated to Me, one to Ben and one to the both of us together. I've also decorated the covers using different methods as well, and now don't think I can part with these books, fingers crossed Sarah over at &lt;a href="https://www.stampaddictsshop.co.uk/"&gt;Stamp Addicts&lt;/a&gt; does not want to keep them. I might just have to make one of each up during the class and let her have them and she can add her own photo's later if she does want them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got lots to do this week, have design team projects to do and a CJ for a new group I'm in, I know I always say never again, but I'm a sucker for all things CJ, I just love to share with my friends, and share inspiration and ideas with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben is enjoying his summer holidays, today he went to the secret bunker with his Dad, and came home telling me in the event of a nuclear attack the first thing I was to do, was to dive headfirst into a ditch, making sure my hands and face where protected, after much questioning from me, 'Are you sure its in the event of a nuclear attack and not something from the war days' and much 'Yes Mum, I'm sure' I then asked him where he learnt this, his reply 'it was on a government information film' . Well OMG, can you believe it, what are they wanting us to do, make it easy for them to bury us, that will be no help at all. He then then told me all about the bunker, apparently each government dept. has their own section, including social security, ha ha what a bloody laugh, who they gonna find jobs for, at least they won't have a problem with unemployment stats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure what he is upto tomorrow, he is spending some time with his dad at the moment, but I do know they have lots of days out planned, I might even manage to get on one if I can catch up with my work load, but then again, probably best if I don't, leave the boys to there own devices, plus I have had ben to myself for a whole fortnight, and it was heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, I'm off to attack my watch with a cotton ball stick to see if that will remove my copper finish, take care of yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joke of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dating Rejection form letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear _______________, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret to inform you that you have been eliminated from further contention as Mr. Right. As you are probably aware, the competition was exceedingly tough and dozens of well-qualified candidates such as yourself also failed to make the final cut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will, however, keep your name on file should an opening come available. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that you may find better success in your future romantic endeavors, please allow me to offer the following reason(s) you were disqualified from the competition: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Check those that apply) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. ___Your last name is objectionable. I can't imagine taking it, hyphenating it, or subjecting my children to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. ___Your constant emailing, shows me you have TOO much time on your hands! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. ___You're too short. Any son that we produced would inevitably be beaten up repeatedly at break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. ___You're too tall. I'm &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_developing" style="CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick=""&gt;developing&lt;/a&gt; a chronic neck &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_condition" style="CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;condition&lt;/a&gt; from trying to kiss you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. ___I find your inability to fix my car extraordinarily unappealing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. ___The fact that your apartment has been condemned reveals an inherent slovenliness that I fear is unbreakable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. ___The phrase "My Mother" has popped up far too often in conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. ___You still live with your parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. ___Although I do enjoy the X-Files, I find your wardrobe of Star Trek uniforms a little disconcerting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. ___I am out of your league; set your sights lower next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely, _________________________________ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha ha, I'm gonna keep this one and use it in the future, what a great way to break up with somebody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mwah to you all. xxx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8082494759194038517?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8082494759194038517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=8082494759194038517&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8082494759194038517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8082494759194038517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-all-shiny.html' title='I&apos;m all shiny'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqUxOHw-24I/AAAAAAAAAVw/aIrPEv2UFi8/s72-c/sneak+of+flip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-5683406838471836790</id><published>2007-07-20T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:20:12.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are some pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been so mad busy since we got home, have been working in the garden, honestly I don't know how the weeds have managed to grow so much, well actually thats a lie, I do, it might have something to do with my aversion to doing any gardening, unless shamed into by the size of my weeds. And they have been successful yet again, some of them where taller than me, and required a JCB, pneumatic drill and a team of 10 body builders to remove them. I have gone through 14 bags of bark chip and have another 12 remaining, along with a border that measures approx 50+ feet still to tackle and my team of bodybuilders have ran away screaming in agony over the midgy bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I myself resemble quasimodo with the swellings on my face from the little blighters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben has been home all week and under strict instructions to help, so you all know what thats resulted in, Yep you guessed it, he has not been seen for dust, now he has a friend over for the weekend for a sleep over, and it does not seem fair to drag him away from his fun. So guess what, I've stopped gardening as well, ha ha, it will be still be there when his friend leaves and guess what, he has to help me then, cause I've purchased a long piece of rope and I'm gonna tie him to a long leash from the tree to make sure he can't escape. If I'm gonna get bitten to death, then so is he. Mwahahahahhahahahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not had much time to do anything else, other than the mountain of washing that we managed to bring home, god knows how, considering Gina was doing our washing whilst we where away. I've managed 7 loads, but can't get it dry for this weather. Where the hell is the sun??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway here are some pics of our holiday, I've only managed to do one memory card so far, but will try to do the other one over the weekend and share some more with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike &amp; Lita, I'll post some pics of you both on here if you don't mind???, let me know if thats ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqEi-2BJV5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/3hOwSzS--vc/s1600-h/IMG_3068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089387516952926098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqEi-2BJV5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/3hOwSzS--vc/s200/IMG_3068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for those of you that know Ben, you will all know what he is like with his &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqEja2BJV6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/xT5jjxIB2wk/s1600-h/IMG_3075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089387997989263266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqEja2BJV6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/xT5jjxIB2wk/s200/IMG_3075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hair, its long and unruly, well guess what, he had it all cut off on holiday........... I know I hardly believe it myself. But wow what a difference, he looks so much older and oh so flipping handsome. Whilst we where away, Gina and Tom had a BBQ for Aiden, Stacy, Mike and Lita and obviously us, and both Gina and Tom had there hair cut right off by Aiden (booze induced, hee hee). Well Ben was so taken with it, he decided a few days later to get his all off as well, and here is the evidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had quite a few days out whilst we where away, and on one of the days we went to the Monkey Park, wow, we where able to walk through an enclosure with the monkeys inside with us, we could feed them, touch them and if they so desired, have them climb all over us. I asked Ben to take a pic of me with one of the little fellas and this is what I got, hee hee, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089388723838736322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqEkFGBJV8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/d-DVKb--_dI/s320/IMG_3153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;yep that is me half out of the picture, but aint that monkey lovely and all in focus. Whilst we where there, we passed some chimps in a large area, and decided to have our lunch nearby, well these chimps where so cheeky, they kept sticking there fingers through the fence and waving us over. So we decided to share our lunch with the (don't panic, we only gave them fruit) anyway, after we had shared, this one particular chimp who had taken a shine to us, decided to share back, by presenting me with a piece of straw. I was blown away, never knew they where that intellegent. I have kept it and it now sits proudly on my window sill, waiting on a layout to scrap it, but here is the chimp who shared doing his begging act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089389522702653394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqEkzmBJV9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/wDO4DTQuFaE/s320/IMG_3218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A few days before we where due to leave, Ben and me took Gina and Tom to a wonderful new Indian that had just opened in Los Chris, and afterwards we went to this lovely swanky hotel for cocktails, I managed to grab this pic of Gina, Tom and Ben together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089390068163500002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqElTWBJV-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Qv029NeYBRM/s320/IMG_3532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What are they all like, 3 skin heads together, the glare off there foreheads is unbelievable, hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to finish you right off, here is a pic of me and Ben playing in the sea at the Cove, a beautiful place that is so off the beaten track, its peaceful and a tiny slice of heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089390811192842226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqEl-mBJV_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/TL45xRUfnBE/s320/IMG_3566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now, let me see, how is it I usually finish my blog off, so long since I've done this............ ummmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhh thats it, A Joke of the Day, well here you go, enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to inherit a fortune when his sickly, widower father died, Charles decided he &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_needed" style="CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;needed&lt;/a&gt; a woman to enjoy it with. Going to a singles’ bar, he spotted a woman whose beauty took his breath away.“I’m jus an ordinary man,” he said, walking up to her, “but in just a week or two, my father will die and I’ll inherit 20 million dollars.”The woman went &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_home" style="CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; with Charles, and the next day she became his stepmother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha ha, bet you never expected that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care of yourselves. kissy wissys to you all. xx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-5683406838471836790?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5683406838471836790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=5683406838471836790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5683406838471836790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5683406838471836790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-are-some-pics.html' title='Here are some pics.'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RqEi-2BJV5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/3hOwSzS--vc/s72-c/IMG_3068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-8487481902729494016</id><published>2007-07-15T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:59:51.259+01:00</updated><title type='text'>waaaaaaahoooooooo we are back</title><content type='html'>Back from our holidays in Tenerife, we are brown and relaxed but tired out as travelled all through the night.  I took hundreds of photo's but need to upload them to the pc first and then I'll bore you all with them and what we got upto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to catch up with all the blogs I've missed and all my pals, but before I go, please go and check out Kirsty's blog, she did a photo shoot of me in the house, and I love what she did, pics are &lt;a href="http://limegreenbogiegirl.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8487481902729494016?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8487481902729494016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=8487481902729494016&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8487481902729494016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8487481902729494016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/07/waaaaaaahoooooooo-we-are-back.html' title='waaaaaaahoooooooo we are back'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-1218486337035777843</id><published>2007-06-29T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:12:40.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All quite on the western front</title><content type='html'>Well peace reins over our house once more. Kirsty has gone home, and I miss her already. Our house was full of fun fun fun for few days there. Not that its not usually full of fun, but you know what I mean, Kirsty is such a lively person, who has a wicked sense of humour and a dirty filthy laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have ran around all day like headless chickens getting ready for hols, poor old Gerry feels really left out of it, cause he ain't coming, nah nah nah nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst Kirsty was up visiting she did lots of photo shoots, and I was one of them, really wanted pics of Ben and me together and Kirsty happily did these for us. So here you, here is my handsome son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081626172100196498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RoWQFHVcOJI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_sS-3HbyaxM/s400/acidben.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And for all my girlfriends out there, whether you be near or far, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Friend Is Like A Good Bra... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard to Find &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supportive &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comfortable &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always Lifts You Up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Lets You Down &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaves You Hanging &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is Always Close To Your Heart!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AND, just a thought for all you women out there.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MENtal illness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MENstrual cramps, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MENtal breakdown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MENopause............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ever notice how all of women's problems start with men?.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And When we have real trouble it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HISterectomy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Joke of the day: Be warned this is not for men to read, hee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's a lot to be said about marital bliss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A while back there was an opening in the CIA for an assassin. These highly classified positions are extremely difficult to fill, requiring an extensive background check, training, and testing before candidates are even considered for the position. After reviewing several applicants and completing all the checks and training, the field was narrowed to the three most promising candidates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The day came for the final test, which would determine which of equally qualified candidates, would get the job.The final candidates consisted of two men and one woman. The men administering the test took the first candidate, a man, down a corridor to a closed door and handed him a gun saying, "We must be completely assured that you will complete your assignments and follow instructions regardless of the circumstances. Inside this room you will find your wife, seated in a chair. Take this gun and kill her." The man, looking completely shocked said, "You can't be serious! I could never kill my wife." The CIA man said, "Well, then, you're obviously not the man for the job. Take your wife and go home." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They brought the next candidate in, the other man, and repeated the instructions. This man took the gun, walked into the room and closed the door. However, after five minutes of silence, the door opened and the man handed the CIA tester the gun, saying, "I just couldn't do it. I couldn't kill my wife. I tried to pull the trigger but I just couldn't do it." The CIA man said, "Well, then, you're obviously not the man for the job. Take your wife and go home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then they brought the woman down the corridor to the closed door, handed her a gun, and said, "We must be completely assured that you will complete your assignments and follow instructions regardless of the circumstances. Inside this room you will find your husband, seated in a chair. Take this gun and kill him." The woman took the gun, walked into the room, and before the door closed all the way, the CIA men heard the gun start firing. One shot after another, for thirteen shots, the noise continued. Then all hell broke loose. For the next several minutes, the men heard screaming, cursing, furniture crashing and banging on the walls; then suddenly, silence. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "You guys didn't tell me the gun was loaded with blanks! I had to beat him to death with the chair!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hee hee, hands up who would do the same, hee hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-1218486337035777843?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1218486337035777843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=1218486337035777843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1218486337035777843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1218486337035777843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-quite-on-western-front.html' title='All quite on the western front'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RoWQFHVcOJI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_sS-3HbyaxM/s72-c/acidben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-698439217535348644</id><published>2007-06-29T01:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T02:07:36.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping - Yippeeee</title><content type='html'>Can we shop or can we shop, well let me tell you we can shop. Today after we dragged our sorry arses out of bed, we popped down to the local town centre to get fabric and ruhbarb and custard sweeties. Then we nipped over to Au Naturale for some more goodies and to show off the fact to Kirsty that our A.N. is bigger than her's, ha ha, We also nipped into Dunhelm mills and brought even more fabric, I now have enough fabric to make bags for the whole blooming world, I've even had a special request from a friend for a bag, so I will make it as a present and send it to her, cause I'm so nice, mwahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now bearing in mind that I've been making bags, can you believe that I brought flippng more, Well I did, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. I brought two from Primark, a massive one which will be great for beach towels and a cute little one that had Cherries all over it, they even did matching flip flops and obviously I just had to buy them as well, its the same bag that Kirsty had on her blog, and you could win it if you submitted cards made from scraps, well so much for mates and in with the lady who picks the flipping winners, I never won, so instead I brought my own, and have pinched the pics from her blog to show you it, ha ha now I feel like I've won (sticks tongue out at Kirsty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081280573261756546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RoRVwnVcOII/AAAAAAAAAUo/Bl--lSAlA0E/s400/DSC_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we came home for tea and Cava/juice our fave tipple, we ran out of cava at about 9.30 though, so like clever girls that we are, we ran over to Spar in our PJ's (I did put my jeans on over the top), but they had no Cava, so Light bulb moment for me, very rare indeed these days, lets buy normal wine and put it in the soda stream, and do you know what, it worked a treat, ha ha, forget buying your expensive champagne and cava, cheap wine from now on and fizzed up in the soda stream.  Result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we scrapped and scrapped and scrapped, Angela came over for a few hours, but I must admit that we where not that productive whilst she was here, far to busy eating sweeties, drinking and talking, but after she left, wow, did we fly, we challenged ourselves to make a layout in 30 minutes, and we did it, and we are both over the moon with the results of it, I've still to add my pic to mine, but its printing whilst I type.  We never made it to bed till the sun was coming up, but we had a great night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe this, but we have done no scrapping today, we have just had fun with Ben, he has been so funny, he had a brace fitted to his top set of teeth yesterday and OMG, he is so funny, I know it sounds cruel to laugh at him but he has been joining in the fun, he has spent the day with us, has picked up all sorts of slang words from us two Manchester lasses, we have told jokes all day long and Ben has had us in stitches all day.   We do plan to scrap later, and stay up late again, as we can't bear to miss a minute of this fun time we are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsty is heading home tomorrow and me and Ben are heading off on our holidays, we will be leaving Gerry in charge of the house and pets, he has a list of jobs to do a mile long, ha ha, he will hate me when he sees it, but who cares, I certainly won't, I'll be sunning myself.  So if you don't hear from me for a while, its not cause I don't care, its cause I'm having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day: &lt;br /&gt;An amusing and allegedly true story by a man who shops in Tesco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 dogs and I was buying a large bag of Winalot in Tesco and was standing in the queue at the till. A woman behind me asked if I had a dog.On impulse, I told her that no, I didn't have a dog but I was starting The Winalot Diet again, although I probably shouldn't because I'd ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I woke up in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and the way that it works is to load your trouser pockets with Winalot nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry and that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to mention here that practically everyone in the queue was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a guy who was behind the woman I was speaking to. Horrified, she asked if I'd ended up in the hospital in that condition because I had been poisoned by the Winalot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her no; it was because I'd been sitting in the road licking my balls and a car hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought one guy was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard as he staggered out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid cow..........why else would I buy dog food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this had me rolling around on the floor for ages, but all credit goes to a friend on another forum - Jo, she posted this and I've just copied and pasted, thanks Jo, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves and be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-698439217535348644?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/698439217535348644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=698439217535348644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/698439217535348644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/698439217535348644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/shopping-yippeeee.html' title='Shopping - Yippeeee'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RoRVwnVcOII/AAAAAAAAAUo/Bl--lSAlA0E/s72-c/DSC_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-993329551997551067</id><published>2007-06-27T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T17:15:10.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New New New</title><content type='html'>Everything is all new, yahoo. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a great weekend, spent it with a great bunch of girls scrapping to our hearts content in Debden, I was also very productive, I made two handbags, thanks debs for the pattern, a Layout for July BOM prompt over at UKS and a whole album for me and Ben to take on holiday with us to journal in everyday so we don't forget anything of our fantastic trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you notice I also have a new Blog header. I've been playing around with the idea for ages to do a header, and Linda has tried to do some for me, but I'm such a fussy cow, I never liked any of them, Well I have Kirsty up at the moment, and before she was allowed her tea last night, I forced her to make me a header, and she will quite rightly agree to what a fussy cow I am, I sat next to her the whole time, going, ohhhhhhh I like that, nope hate it, get it off, hee hee, she offered to kindly poke my eye out with a knitting needle but I refused her kind offer and legged it Mwahahahahhahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, time to share, here are the bags I've made and the layout for BOM, don't have pics of the album, cause I seriously can't be bothered to take pics of it all, but you will see bits when we have added our pics and journalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080776279676696674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RoKLG3VcOGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Z4wfGrl-goc/s400/IMG_2626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080775841590032466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RoKKtXVcOFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YkRfPBlLWs4/s400/IMG_2625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first bag took almost 9 hours to complete, but that was not helped by all the gossip, drinking, eating and smoking that was going on, the second one was much quicker, and only took me about 2.5 hours. However I still felt really slow because Debbie said they where only taking her 1/2 and hour for each one, She has since owned up that she was joking and they take her about 2.5 hours for each one, little witch, hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080776898151987314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RoKLq3VcOHI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ASiTel69TAo/s400/Be+happy+Layout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here is the layout for this months BOM Prompt over on UKS, you have to use the word BE in your layout somewhere, either in the title or journalling.  Mine is all about be happy in yourself.  I have to say a big thank you to Claire for helping me out with heart and arrow, I'm pants at drawing and she kindly sketched these for me.  And also to Shirleen for your critical eye just when I needed it.  The pic was taken by Heather a while ago and I love it, my eyes are a bit red but I love my expression of laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I best get my bottom moving, I have 3 books to design for the class's I'm teaching at Stamp Addict in July and I have Angela coming over for tea as well as a bit of scrapping fun, take care of yourselves, mwaha to you all. xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joke of the Day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The local sheriff was looking for a deputy, so Gomer, who was not exactly the sharpest nail in the bucket, went in to try out for the &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_job" style="CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;job&lt;/a&gt;."Okay," the sheriff drawled, "Gomer, what is 1 and 1?""11" he replied.The sheriff thought to himself, "That's not what I meant, but he's right. What two days of the week start with the letter 'T'?""Today and tomorrow."The sheriff was again surprised that Gomer supplied a correct answer that he had never thought of himself."Now Gomer, listen carefully: Who killed Abraham Lincoln?"Gomer looked a little surprised himself, then thought really hard for a minute and finally admitted, "I don't know.""Well, why don't you go &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_home" style="CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; and work on that one for a while?"So, Gomer wandered over to the barbershop where his pals were waiting to hear the results of the interview. Gomer was exultant. "It went great! First day on the job and I'm already working on a murder case!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee hee, I like that one.   If you have any jokes you want to share, then please let me know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-993329551997551067?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/993329551997551067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=993329551997551067&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/993329551997551067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/993329551997551067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-new-new.html' title='New New New'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RoKLG3VcOGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Z4wfGrl-goc/s72-c/IMG_2626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-4572960128421327865</id><published>2007-06-21T15:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T15:38:50.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>productive day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was quite productive which is something rare for me these days. I sat and did all the DT work for &lt;a href="http://www.littlesilverhat.co.uk/"&gt;Little Silver Hat&lt;/a&gt;, can't share though just yet. But guess what I can share what I did for Angela over at &lt;a href="http://angelcrafts.biz/"&gt;Angel Crafts&lt;/a&gt; with you now. I had the 3 bugs in a rug papers to work with, and also had to design a class for the crop, so worked with a &lt;a href="http://www.lippychick.co.uk/"&gt;Lippy Chick &lt;/a&gt;Flap book and turned it into a present for Bens Dad for Fathers Day, lucky so and so that he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078518481076117538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnqFpsHMYCI/AAAAAAAAASw/vHG9SX6K-CY/s400/cover+of+flap+book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the cover, I stitched the paper directly through the plastic, I so love the plastic wallets, cause you can do so much with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078519133911146546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnqGPsHMYDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7aUAYG7UwkU/s400/flap+front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is the front cover of the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First page&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078519267055132738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnqGXcHMYEI/AAAAAAAAATA/mJFUo-hADLw/s400/flap+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second page, using chipboard accents as page turners, I love doing this to the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078519490393432146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnqGkcHMYFI/AAAAAAAAATI/D7or9wmZTLc/s400/flap+1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078519623537418338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnqGsMHMYGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DQ18sj8ct-0/s400/flap+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078521350114271346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnqIQsHMYHI/AAAAAAAAATY/R-c-o9Ej0yw/s400/flap+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally back cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078521577747538050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnqId8HMYII/AAAAAAAAATg/8NGc8U_htZQ/s400/back+cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote on front and back was inspired by a sticker in the set which is used on the last page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I made a layout using more of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078521856920412306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnqIuMHMYJI/AAAAAAAAATo/Wi0EbQeKlzM/s400/IMG_2110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layout is of my friend and Bens Godmother - Janet, she came up for my birthday weekend and I took this pic of her in the garden. I'm not over the moon about this layout, think maybe the frame around pic is to big, either that or its missing something, but I can't quite put my finger on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078522024424136866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnqI38HMYKI/AAAAAAAAATw/bkrTV5EmmOA/s400/IMG_2109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally I made some cards out of the scraps that where left over, I actually managed to make about 8 cards out of the scraps and still have some left, but I ran out of steam in the end. hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnqJYcHMYLI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-oqx5GWS-RI/s1600-h/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078522582769885362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnqJYcHMYLI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-oqx5GWS-RI/s400/card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078522776043413698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnqJjsHMYMI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UMsyw11Gr8U/s400/card+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And the final thing to share with you is the card we made for Gerry for Fathers Day, the Design Collective did a challenge recently to scrap on a 6 x 12 format, I have to admit I don't like that format, but it turned out ok for a large scrapbooking / card for Gerry&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078523570612363474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnqKR8HMYNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/VfW97OTs7HE/s400/IMG_2122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And thats all I have to share with you right now. so I'm off to do something else productive like bringing the washing in from the line and getting more out whilst its dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Four people are in an airplane, the pilot, the smartest man in the world, the richest man in the world, and a punk teenager. The airplane experiences some difficulties, and the pilot informs the three passengers that the plane is going to crash, and there are only three parachutes on the plane. The richest man in the world takes one, because he says that his lawyers will sue everyone else on the plane if he doesn't survive. The smartest man in the world takes a parachute, because he thinks that the world would be a worse place without him. The pilot says to the punk "There's only one parachute left, I'll fight you for it." "That won't be necessary," said the punk, "The smartest man in the world took my backpack."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-4572960128421327865?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4572960128421327865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=4572960128421327865&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4572960128421327865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4572960128421327865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/productive-day.html' title='productive day'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnqFpsHMYCI/AAAAAAAAASw/vHG9SX6K-CY/s72-c/cover+of+flap+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-4973794677175418300</id><published>2007-06-19T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:07:15.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears before bedtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, thats what we have had in this house tonight, both me and Ben have been in floods of tears. We watched 'Bridge to Terabithia'. OMG, how sad is that movie, I don't want to spoil it for anybody out there, but please get the tissues at the ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other news from my house. Was just about to run out of the door today, when my friend turned up asking if I was busy, well you know whats its like, you say no because you don't want to offend them, they made the trip, blah blah, so I got roped into helping her dye her hair, well two can play at that game, I had been planning on doing mine as well, so my house became a hair salon for 2 hours, whilst we did each others hair, and we are quite pleased with the results. Now form an orderly queue to get your hair done by me. Mwahahahahhaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I did manage to get out, I went to the knitting shop, to discover, its shut on a Tuesday, whats that all about, ahhhhhhhhhhh, now I'll have to go again tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back home to do some washing and housework and pc work. Then ben got in from school and we played in the garden and then jumped in the car and headed off out for a photo shoot. We tried to find the Dukes Monument, but for the life of me I can't remember where it is. Silly thing is I've been there loads of times. Anyway, we went to the Dukes Bridge and to Cadzow Castle in the end and also to Chatelherault, Got some great pics, now just have to do some editing on them. I have done this one already though. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077914728933384210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnhgisHMYBI/AAAAAAAAASo/tUEpV3kbQ6g/s400/sky+shot+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pic took some doing, had to lie on my back on hard pebbles to get this shot, in the park are these wooden scultures of acorns on long sticks, they go up in size in a circle, and I loved how the sky looked from here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow I have a friend coming over to scrap, which is a good thing, as I might actually get some done now. I have some projects planned, but no inspiration to actually sit on my bottom and do them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh nearly forgot, here is the receipe for Curried Almond Soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chop one onion and gently fry, add 1.5 pints of chicken stock and blitz with blender, add 1 - 2 teaspoons of curry powder (depends on how hot you like it) and add a bag of ground almonds, stir and re-heat, viola, done.  Easy peesy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is your joke of the day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy was pulled over for running a stop sign. When the cop checked the man's driver's license, he said, "You're wearing glasses on your ID and you're not now. I'm going to have to give you a ticket."The guy said, "Officer, I have contacts."The cop said, "Look, buddy, I don't care who you know, ... I'm giving you a ticket."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care of yourselves, kissy wissy's to you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-4973794677175418300?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4973794677175418300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=4973794677175418300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4973794677175418300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4973794677175418300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/tears-before-bedtime.html' title='Tears before bedtime'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnhgisHMYBI/AAAAAAAAASo/tUEpV3kbQ6g/s72-c/sky+shot+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-6880756673160937115</id><published>2007-06-19T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T10:28:15.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;just a quick one, see I am catching up on &lt;a href="http://herspace-myspace.blogspot.com/"&gt;her space my space &lt;/a&gt;here is my pic of a drink. Best drink in the world first thing in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077704765162151938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnehlMHMYAI/AAAAAAAAASg/gTb5CdWsRlQ/s400/IMG_2051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back later with more, have a busy day ahead and I'm just running out of the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-6880756673160937115?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6880756673160937115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=6880756673160937115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6880756673160937115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6880756673160937115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/drink.html' title='Drink'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnehlMHMYAI/AAAAAAAAASg/gTb5CdWsRlQ/s72-c/IMG_2051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-9023427920315537663</id><published>2007-06-18T20:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:59:10.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew, I'm so tired</title><content type='html'>Guess thats what happens when you stay up till 3.30 in the morning scrapping, and scrap she did, but not me. Kirsty did tons, I did very little, hee hee, to busy yak yak yakking. We had a brilliant time, we ate loads and loads, I made my special soup for Kirsty, Curried Almond Soup, I swear to god this soup is brilliant, I love it, and best of all it takes 10 minutes to make, if anybody wants the receipe, leave a comment and I'll email it to you, or if you all want it, I'll post the instructions on here for you tomorrow. Me and ben where treated to Merguine with strawberry's and chocolate, so we treated them to mine and bens fav desert, pancakes with chocolate smeared all over them, fresh cream and strawberrys, yum yum.   Kirsty and Ellie loved it so much they did not want to leave and I got hugs off Ellie as well, can't believe that, I was so chuffed, I sat for ages with her and just enjoyed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I never did a lot of scrapping I caught up a bit on her space my space pics, so here is shell and strawberry's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rnbhg8HMX-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/bkuabszjDoY/s1600-h/IMG_2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077493585915174882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rnbhg8HMX-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/bkuabszjDoY/s400/IMG_2343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077494552282816498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RnbiZMHMX_I/AAAAAAAAASY/IAivr0a_bpU/s400/IMG_2351.JPG" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is your joke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phil and Will built a skating rink in the middle of a pasture on a cold winter. A shepherd leading his flock decided to take a shortcut across the rink. The sheep, however, were afraid of the ice and wouldn't cross it. Desperate, the shepherd began tugging them to the other side. "Look at that," remarked Phil to Will. "That guy is trying to pull the wool over our ice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hee hee, rotten I know, but still funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-9023427920315537663?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/9023427920315537663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=9023427920315537663&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/9023427920315537663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/9023427920315537663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/phew-im-so-tired.html' title='Phew, I&apos;m so tired'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rnbhg8HMX-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/bkuabszjDoY/s72-c/IMG_2343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-360993493886122563</id><published>2007-06-16T21:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:23:00.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, I am so having such a great time this weekend, me and Kirsty have laughed so hard at the sillest things.  Ellie and Ben are getting on great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have all eaten and now going to have to flip a coin to decide between more scrapping or Sing a long with the Sound of Music DVD, hard choice I know, I'm so tempted by 'a doe a deer' but then again I do have lots to do scrap wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off as having far to much fun to blog tonight, catch you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Women Meet In Heaven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st woman: Hi! My name is Wanda.&lt;br /&gt;2nd woman: Hi! I 'm Sylvia. How'd you die?&lt;br /&gt;1st woman: I froze to death.&lt;br /&gt;2nd woman: How horrible!&lt;br /&gt;1st woman: It wasn't so bad. After I quit shaking from the cold, I&lt;br /&gt;began to get warm &amp; sleepy, and finally died a peaceful death. What&lt;br /&gt;about you?&lt;br /&gt;2nd woman: I died of a massive heart attack. I suspected that my&lt;br /&gt;husband was cheating, so I came home early to catch him in the act. But&lt;br /&gt;instead, I found him all by himself in the den watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;1st woman: So, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;2nd woman: I was so sure there was another woman there somewhere that I&lt;br /&gt;started running all over the house looking. I ran up into the attic and&lt;br /&gt;searched, and down into the basement. Then I went through every closet&lt;br /&gt;and checked under all the beds . I kept this up until I had looked&lt;br /&gt;everywhere, and finally I became so exhausted that I just keeled over&lt;br /&gt;with a heart attack and died.&lt;br /&gt;1st woman: Too bad you didn't look in the freezer........ we'd both&lt;br /&gt;still be alive today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-360993493886122563?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/360993493886122563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=360993493886122563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/360993493886122563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/360993493886122563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/omg-i-am-so-having-such-great-time-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-3359088714178012042</id><published>2007-06-16T01:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:51:58.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm almost there</title><content type='html'>I have spent the last 3 days working through my lists, and I'm so pleased with myself because I'm almost there, the only thing stopping me from finishing them completely is the flippin weather.  I have washing to dry and gardening to do and painting that desperately needs done, but it all requires a bit of sunshine, which seems to be in short supply at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Ben went on a school trip to Lightwater Valley, he has been so excited about this trip for weeks, but after only 2 hours at the place and all the kids looking like drowned rats they gave in to the weather and headed home, only to be met with closed roads due to floods.  The poor mites never made it home till 9pm tonight, and my little fella is all tired out, well we where up at 6 this morning to make sure he got the coach on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Angela today, first time in ages we have had a chance to actually get together, we speak on the phone at least 3 times a day, but it still can't beat actually meeting up and having a good old natter, plus I got to have a peek in her storage rooms full of lovely stash, I ended up parting with my hard earned cash quite easily, mwahahahhahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have Kirsty and Ellie arriving for a weekend of fun and scrapping.  I'm so excited, as it means we eventually have a girl over to stay in our scrummy little girls room.  Yes I have a little girls room in my house, yes I know I have no little girls, but we do have alot of God Daughters and the room is really for them so they feel extra special, because they are, I adore my god-daughters so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its the middle of the night and I'm trying to transfer songs to my MP3 player, but its taken hours to get the damn thing sorted, but sorted it is, and its now quite happily 17% of its way through 958 songs, so I'm gonna leave it to do its business over night, and hopefully, fingers crossed when I get up in the morning it will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off to beddy boos, but I'll leave you with you joke of the day:  Take care of your selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is a bus ?&lt;br /&gt;A: A bus is a vehicle that runs twice as fast when you are after it as when you are in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-3359088714178012042?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3359088714178012042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=3359088714178012042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3359088714178012042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3359088714178012042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-almost-there.html' title='I&apos;m almost there'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-6927087472183354160</id><published>2007-06-13T10:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:15:15.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists, lists, lists</title><content type='html'>I have to do lists coming out of my ears, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  I would not mind if they where nice and short ones, but these ones are monster lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've orders to pack  and send out, cases to pack, housework to do, gardening, shopping, sewing, scrapping and thats just the titles of the lists, you should see how long they go on for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning and I'm not sure where to start.  I seem to pick up one list, do one or two jobs off it, then jump to the next one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to sort myself out and get organised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News on the homefront for you. Ben had his parents evening the other night, and we had already had his report, so kinda knew what to expect, but I was pleasantly surprised, all of his teachers say he is great in class, he is getting the marks he needs, but, and yes there is always a BUT.  He is a day-dreamer and works to slow.  I can so relate to this, I was  a daydreamer at school as well.  And Ben has always been like this, even at Primary School, that was the same comment every year from his teachers.  I'm not really sure what they expect us to do, we can't sit in the class and give him a nudge can we, and I understand the teachers can't do this either as they have a room full of other pupils as well.  So we are kinda stuck.  Any advise from you girls out their would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a lazy day, kinda felt real blue, so kept myself to myself and wallowed in self pity.  I know, its not good, but you know what sometimes we need to do this, just to make us realise that things are not always as bad as they seem, and now today, I'm back to my usual self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those lists are not going to do themselves, so I best shake my bottom into gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you all later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the Day: "Louisa" asked her small brother, "could you help me with my math homework?"&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly not," replied Louisa indignantly. "It wouldn't be right."&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe not," said her brother, "but you could at least try...!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-6927087472183354160?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6927087472183354160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=6927087472183354160&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6927087472183354160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6927087472183354160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/lists-lists-lists.html' title='Lists, lists, lists'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-8974535713328172801</id><published>2007-06-11T10:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:10:42.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend</title><content type='html'>I just love it when a plan comes together. Right at the last minute my plans for the weekend changed.  And what great changes they ended up been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to stay home and garden, but instead we jumped into the car and hit the road to Wigan. We arrived at Kirsty's house at about 11.30am on Saturday morning and a great weekend was kicked off in full force.  Out came the stash, the videos, playstation games and barrels full of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Ellie hit it off straight away, they share common interests and are only separated by about 18months in age, however its about 3 feet in heights.  I have met Ellie loads of times and have never really thought about her size, but seeing her next to Ben, really brought it home to me, how tiny she is, Ben towered over her, but this made no difference to the fun they had.  They challenged each other to games on the playstation, they vegged out in front of the telly and satisfied their cravings for cartoons, they munched and munched and munched through treats and snacks and juice (bleughhhhhhhhhh You know what I mean Ms Wiseman).  They kept themselves really busy which left me and Kirsty free to play with our stash, and play we did, Kirsty did 4 layouts and a stunning mini book, and I did a CJ that I'm about to join.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my CJ oversized, because I like a bigger area to work on sometimes, so out of the window goes the usual 6 x 6 and in comes the 9.5 x 9.5, the girls will get a shock when they see this baby.  And to make it even more fun, I have based my theme on confessions, then I'll have something to bribe each one of them with, hee hee.  Here is the book and my layout, but I'm not going to explain what mine is about, cause its really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rm0desHMX7I/AAAAAAAAAR4/dsCOdmp7kaw/s1600-h/IMG_2336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rm0desHMX7I/AAAAAAAAAR4/dsCOdmp7kaw/s400/IMG_2336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074744768191029170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cover, I used the BG xmas paper from last year, but honestly its not christmasy at all, I've had this pack for ages, and refused to use it because its far to nice, well NO more will I have such riduculus behaviour, and all my fav stash is now on a mission to be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rm0d98HMX8I/AAAAAAAAASA/6RE_sWjBinc/s1600-h/IMG_2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rm0d98HMX8I/AAAAAAAAASA/6RE_sWjBinc/s400/IMG_2338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074745305061941186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first page of my DLO in the CJ, I made the whole thing by paper piecing, first time I've ever done this, and it did take hours and hours but I do think it was worth it. I do have to thank Kirsty for letting me raid her scrap box, as I ended up with the most adorable dress for myself and she took the pic of me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rm0ebsHMX9I/AAAAAAAAASI/b_RfRHof4mc/s1600-h/IMG_2339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rm0ebsHMX9I/AAAAAAAAASI/b_RfRHof4mc/s400/IMG_2339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074745816163049426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my journalling page, you lift up the Crash Bang Wallop page to reveal the journalling, which I'm not going to share with you, haa haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much all I managed over the scrapping extravagance, and it was an extravangancer, as we where up till 4am playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Kirsty's on Sunday and went over to see Lisa Tarbuck (not the real one but a lookalike - Jane), and we met her wonderful new family, which was a treat in itself. Ben also got to meet Rennie a coach for Man U, and he was over the moon at this, he can't quite believe that his mummy know him, and was so impressed to see such a warm welcome for us.  The boys all played football for a bit whilst the adults ate, drank and gossiped. Then it was the road home for us two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in quite late and then had to do the pet run, then it was an early bed for us both to catch up with our much missed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time, and its something we will be doing more often, I just love it when a plan comes together at such short notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was our weekend, now we have this week to face, and the dreaded Gardening is still there waiting for me, can't believe the garden fairies never came in, typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your joke of the day for all you girls that require your daily fix.&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you make a bandstand? &lt;br /&gt;A: Pull their chairs away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweety, but funny as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves. Mwah to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-8974535713328172801?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8974535713328172801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=8974535713328172801&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8974535713328172801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/8974535713328172801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rm0desHMX7I/AAAAAAAAAR4/dsCOdmp7kaw/s72-c/IMG_2336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-6607012496931484487</id><published>2007-06-08T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:41:31.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Time</title><content type='html'>I now seem to have a fair bit of free time on my hands so have started to join in with some of the inspirational blogs that are out there, last week I did a Design Collections Layout, which was a first for me, although I do visit it each week, just to ohhhh and ahhhhhh over the fantastic layouts the girls do.  This week I have decided to do some of the &lt;a href="http://herspace-myspace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Her Space My Space&lt;/a&gt; pics.  Yesterdays was something furry, so whilst out cutting my grass I noticed this weed, weeds are so pretty at times and I just love how this one looks right now, all furry and soft and delicate, one breeze and its all gone.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RmloiMHMX4I/AAAAAAAAARg/V2cPg28Si9M/s1600-h/IMG_2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RmloiMHMX4I/AAAAAAAAARg/V2cPg28Si9M/s400/IMG_2327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073701391785811842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And todays is Cheese, I love cheese, especially the blue stuff, ummmmmmmhhhhhhhh yum yum, so here is my pic for today,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rmlo48HMX5I/AAAAAAAAARo/9p8-L4N0j_g/s1600-h/IMG_2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rmlo48HMX5I/AAAAAAAAARo/9p8-L4N0j_g/s400/IMG_2334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073701782627835794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier I cut my grass today, wow what a mammouth task that was, I did not intent to do it, but as my plans for this weekend have now changed, (don't you just love it when you do something spur of the moment) I thought I had best tackle it today, and seeing as I need a herd of mountain goats to cut me a path to the washing line, I decided enough was enough.  I dragged out the strimmer and the mower and two hours later, sweating, out of breath, gasping for air, I was done.  OK its not the best lawn in the world and Wimbledon won't be beating my door down offering me a job as grounds keeper, but at least I can now get to my washing line and ben will be able to find all his lost footballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a pile of ironing to do that could challenge the himalayas for their title, and I have to do it tonight as poor ben has ran out of clothes.  I also have to sort out my stash, honestly I swear to god, somebody must sneak into my scrap room and mess it all up on a nightly basis, cause I don't recall leaving it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I almost forgot, I promised to share some pics with you of the house and its transformation. Well I forgot to run around whilst the light was good today and take pics, but I did take this pic of my bed last weekend for my 10 favourite things layout, so I'll share this with you instead.  I feel like a princess every night going to sleep in this beauty. Its massive, if I ever move, I'll have to make sure my new bedroom is one hell of a size otherwise I'll never get it in there.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RmlqBcHMX6I/AAAAAAAAARw/IQZtP7ZrYbc/s1600-h/IMG_2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RmlqBcHMX6I/AAAAAAAAARw/IQZtP7ZrYbc/s400/IMG_2074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073703028168351650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the pic is pants, but honestly when I get some sunshine streaming in my windows I will take better pics.  One of my girlfriends laughs at me everytime she comes over and reminds me of the film 'Along came Polly', she keeps on threating to attack my pillows, but I think it makes my bed look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats it for me for now, have to go and tackle this mountain thats taking over the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves, until next time we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the Day: Bob and Tom both like to golf. One day Bob went to Tom and said, "Hey look at this great ball!" Tom replied, "What’s so great about it?" Bob said, "Well if you lose it, it will beep until you find it, and if it goes into the water it will float. This ball is impossible to lose!" "Wow!", said Tom, "Where did you get that from?" Bob replied, "I found it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bloody typical man mentality - mwahahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-6607012496931484487?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6607012496931484487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=6607012496931484487&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6607012496931484487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/6607012496931484487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/free-time.html' title='Free Time'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RmloiMHMX4I/AAAAAAAAARg/V2cPg28Si9M/s72-c/IMG_2327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-4974868625147175357</id><published>2007-06-07T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:43:08.558+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are looking up</title><content type='html'>..................... AT LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of you out there in Blogging land, know what a horrible time I've been having of late, and it got worse last week when it was announced that I was getting made redundant.  I honestly felt as if that was the icing on the cake for me, especially after everything else I've gone through recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've tried very very very hard not to let this get me down too much, and have buried my head completely into Lippy Chick, and its finally paying off, I have taken on new stockists and I'm so chuffed, things can only get better from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apart from that, what else have I been upto I hear you all asking.  Well, I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made curtains and blinds for virtually every window in this flippin house, and let me tell you they are some size of window.  I'm now on my final pair, which are the biggest ones I've had to make so far, but oh, are they delic, they sure are.  When I've finished them, I might actually take a pic and share with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decorator has been in and worked his magic, and the upstairs of my house is now complete, and completely upto show home standard, honestly I get such a buzz walking around admiring it all.  I will take pics tomorrow and share with you all, might have to bribe ben though to tidy up his room abit before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been scrapping, not much and nothing I can share as its been design team projects, but once the shop owners publish them on there sites, I'll share then with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plans to tear into the garden this weekend, my grass is in serious need of a goat to come and crop it all, but failing the appearance of said goat a lawnmower will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've got more to share with you all, but at the moment I can't think, my head is on packing orders and doing invoices, so I best shake my arse and get on with the jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the Day: A famous lawyer, who had been a public defender for years, dies. He finds himself standing at the back of an enormous queue outside the gates of Heaven. The queue before him is enormous. The number of people who die in a single day appalls him. He can barely see St Peter sitting up on a podium outside the gates with a large book. Every now and then St Peter glances down the queue to see how he is going. Suddenly he catches the eye of the lawyer. He looks very surprised. He jumps down from the podium and comes running along the line until slightly out of breath he arrives beside the lawyer. He embraces him. He pulls him out of the queue and motions for him to come to the front of the queue. Another person questions what is happening and another angel speaks to the person. Word is passed along the queue and the lawyer is surprised, as people start nodding and clapping. He becomes embarrassed by all the attention and asks St Peter why he is getting the special attention.&lt;br /&gt;St Peter stops suddenly and looks concerned.&lt;br /&gt;"You are a lawyer aren't you?'&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" the lawyer replies. "Does this happen to all lawyers in heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no, "Said St Peter. "It's just you are the first one to ever get here."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-4974868625147175357?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4974868625147175357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=4974868625147175357&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4974868625147175357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4974868625147175357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-are-looking-up.html' title='Things are looking up'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-114176664494011648</id><published>2007-06-04T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:54:01.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just received this lovely picture in an email from a friend, and wanted to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so poignant about this picture?  Well, it shows a line of little girls holding hands facing the immensity of ocean waves. &lt;br /&gt;Alone they might be washed away, but together they stand strong. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you each for holding my hand somewhere along the way when I was facing a wave of my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RmPuoj-WmiI/AAAAAAAAARY/iB5po4XX4lk/s1600-h/girls+united.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RmPuoj-WmiI/AAAAAAAAARY/iB5po4XX4lk/s400/girls+united.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072159985968257570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will reach for my hand when your own wave threatens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All of us girls.. &lt;br /&gt;Old and young... &lt;br /&gt;Near and far... &lt;br /&gt;Hold special memories of good times we've shared. &lt;br /&gt;We've had our share of hard times when our friends were there to make us feel better. &lt;br /&gt;We've shared... &lt;br /&gt;our hearts &lt;br /&gt;our time &lt;br /&gt;our secrets &lt;br /&gt;our fears &lt;br /&gt;our hopes &lt;br /&gt;and our dreams. &lt;br /&gt;Let us never break the chain of friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now your joke of the day: &lt;br /&gt;A woman is walking on the road and a voice shouts out, "Don't take a step further." She obeys and suddenly a ton of bricks fall on the place where she would have otherwise been. She thinks she imagined it and keeps walking until suddenly the voice calls out again. "Don't take a step further." She stops and a car skids past. Then suddenly she hears the voice saying "I am your guardian angel, and I will warn you before something bad happens to you. Now do you have any questions to ask me?" Yes! Shouts the woman, "Just where were you on my wedding day!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-114176664494011648?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114176664494011648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=114176664494011648&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/114176664494011648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/114176664494011648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-just-received-this-lovely-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RmPuoj-WmiI/AAAAAAAAARY/iB5po4XX4lk/s72-c/girls+united.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-5580180370521513525</id><published>2007-06-01T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T13:31:40.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Prompt is up</title><content type='html'>Yep, new prompt is up for June for your Books of Me.  Prompt this month is to do a layout on your top 10 favourite things, but you can't include people places or pets, hee hee, naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually struggled with this one, and spent the day, running around my house, photographing all sorts of things, but my top 10 things ended up been Black Coffee, My Bed, my bath, crocs, camera, flowers, books, scrapbooking, cold toast with lots of butter and chocolate buttons, ummhhh, all of these 10 things in 1 day, would make that day a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is if you want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RmARfD-WmhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5qIq5seFMFs/s1600-h/My+10+favourite+things.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RmARfD-WmhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5qIq5seFMFs/s400/My+10+favourite+things.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071072405759629842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back later to update with whats been going on in my life, cause I know it will be a very long post.  So I'll catch you all later, and I'll add a joke later to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-5580180370521513525?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5580180370521513525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=5580180370521513525&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5580180370521513525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/5580180370521513525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-prompt-is-up.html' title='New Prompt is up'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RmARfD-WmhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5qIq5seFMFs/s72-c/My+10+favourite+things.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-2532160358101400243</id><published>2007-05-13T01:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T01:34:48.794+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Terrible</title><content type='html'>I keep forgetting to do my blog, I know terrible terrible terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy though, have been working on a class kit that I'm going to be teaching at Angel Crafts crop next weekend, its the new lippy chick flap book, and I love it, love it, love it. Can't show it to you though as its gonna be a present for somebody afterwards, and I know they read this blog, nosey yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can share with you though is this cute little digi layout I did, it was a challenge from CD and I used lots of bits from Kirsty's digi things she makes, I'm pants at Digi, but I must admit I do love this and I love all of Kirsty's stunning designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RkZa0pfDSqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WrM-hXmtxSc/s1600-h/ben+creating+keepsakes+make+and+take+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RkZa0pfDSqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WrM-hXmtxSc/s400/ben+creating+keepsakes+make+and+take+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063834691560491682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the picture of ben in this, I took it at the beginning of May, we had a lovely day so we dragged our sorry arses to the park to play for a few hours, and he willing posed for me, so I could practice my photography skills which are currently none existant, but are slowly coming there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the pic in its full glory for you, and another one of him jumping for joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RkZbwJfDSrI/AAAAAAAAARA/b0121LUZBAs/s1600-h/IMG_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RkZbwJfDSrI/AAAAAAAAARA/b0121LUZBAs/s400/IMG_1921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063835713762708146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RkZcKZfDSsI/AAAAAAAAARI/TDQlfeUrOcM/s1600-h/IMG_1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RkZcKZfDSsI/AAAAAAAAARI/TDQlfeUrOcM/s400/IMG_1962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063836164734274242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how big Ben is now, he is actually taller than me, which must have happened over the last few hours, cause I'm sure this morning he was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going to be a teenager at the end of the month, and I'm flabbergasted by this, where did the time go, somebody call the police, I've been robbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to buy him either, he keeps saying he wants nothing, what 13 year old wants nothing.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats enough for one day, I'll leave you all with the joke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, where did I come from?" asks this 10-years-old. The father was shocked that a 10 year old would be asking a question like that. He was hoping to wait a few more years before he would have to explain the facts of life, but he figured it was better a few years early than a few days too late, so, for the next two hours he explained every thing to his son. When he got finished, he asked his son what prompted his question to which his son replied, "I was talking to the new kid across the street and he said he came from Birmingham, so I was just wondering where I came from."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-2532160358101400243?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2532160358101400243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=2532160358101400243&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/2532160358101400243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/2532160358101400243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-terrible.html' title='I&apos;m Terrible'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RkZa0pfDSqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WrM-hXmtxSc/s72-c/ben+creating+keepsakes+make+and+take+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-1630943714462551274</id><published>2007-05-05T17:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T18:00:51.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Prompt is up</title><content type='html'>And its all about me again as usual, but then are again, these are Prompts for your Book of Me.  Anybody can join in just go &lt;a href="http://www.ukscrappers.co.uk/boards/showthread.php?t=127949"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see all the past ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed doing one in April as things where so up in the air, but I'm back on track and have now done the May one to kick start this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prompt is 'What If...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a CJ entry a while ago about the girl in the mirror and I loved it so much I re-created it for the prompt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture was taken by &lt;a href="http://designrecollections.squarespace.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; whilst she was over one afternoon in my garden, we dragged a mirror out and I sat a posed, pretending to be all reflective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are the layouts for you to see.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rjy2xZfDSoI/AAAAAAAAAQo/9mPILnrNfiI/s1600-h/IMG_2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rjy2xZfDSoI/AAAAAAAAAQo/9mPILnrNfiI/s320/IMG_2036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061121041028565634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rjy3VZfDSpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wac41E_COx4/s1600-h/IMG_2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rjy3VZfDSpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wac41E_COx4/s320/IMG_2035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061121659503856274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My What if... as written on the tag is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had taken a different path in life, where would I be now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes just sit here and wonder, &lt;br /&gt;What if I Had taken the job in the Army, where would I be, would I still be in it, would my health be different, would I have travelled the world, or would I have ended up with the life I have just now?  Or would I be somewhere else or even somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I had worked harder at school and had actually managed to get into a College or University, where would I be now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t get me wrong, I’m happy with where I am just now, I would like to change a few things, but overall, I’m happy with the majority of my life and what I’ve achieved with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the most amazing son in the world, he may not have come from me, but he sure came from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got some really good friends who I value so much, they have helped me through some really difficult times and shared with me during happy times and they are always there when I need them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve reached goals that I’ve set myself, and have been successful in whatever I’ve set my mind to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously don’t you ever just sit and wonder ‘What if………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be adding another tag with even more what if's but they are quite private and painful, so hopefully you won't mind if I don't share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that today is National Scrapbooking Day, wow, there are some great things going on all over the country today and on the internet, there are some great challenges taking place over at the &lt;a href="http://www.forums.designcollectiveclasses.co.uk/index.php"&gt;Design Collective&lt;/a&gt; as well, I've made a note of them all and am hoping to find some motivation to let me join in.  Go on over and check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Angela came over to play for a while, this was such a treat for me, she hardly ever gets 5 minutes to play and we had a whole evening, we both sat and made a flip book up each, mine was for a class I'm teaching soon, and Angelas was for a gift for a friend, These books do make the perfect little present for anybody, and actually don't take that long to make up.  I do love them so much.  I can't share mine with you just yet, but once the class has been and gone, I will share it with you all then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, need to go and spend some time with Ben, but before I leave, here is your Joke of the Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day an employee came in to work with both of his ears bandaged. &lt;br /&gt;When his boss asked him what happened, he explained: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday I was ironing a shirt when the phone rang&lt;br /&gt;and I accidentally answered the iron instead of the phone!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the boss said, "that explains one ear, but what&lt;br /&gt;about the other?" "They called back!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-1630943714462551274?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1630943714462551274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=1630943714462551274&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1630943714462551274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/1630943714462551274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-prompt-is-up.html' title='New Prompt is up'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rjy2xZfDSoI/AAAAAAAAAQo/9mPILnrNfiI/s72-c/IMG_2036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-9193758553159651919</id><published>2007-04-23T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:36:33.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How Special do I feel</title><content type='html'>Well I can answer that, Really Bloody Special.  I was asked by Sarah from &lt;a href="http://www.sarahscardsltd.co.uk/"&gt;Sarah's cards&lt;/a&gt; to be a Guest Design Team member for her, with her April Kit.  To say I was gobsmacked is an understatement.  After the initial shock had calmed down, I was overtaken with Fear, oh no, what if I do a crap job, oh no, what if she hates what I do, oh no, I'm pants at this scrapbooking stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my kit arrived, and I was blown away, how generous is that woman, so many papers, ribbons, blossoms, brads, etc, etc, etc.  but as soon as I saw them I knew what I wanted to do.  I have had a 3 panel screen sitting here for a while.  Originally I wanted to do something family orianated on it, (I know, my spelling is pants)  But given the circumstances, that was out of the window, so I decided to go wild with it instead and let my altered side have a wee play - It does not come out that often - So I made this, when I had finished it, I knew the perfect person to give it to - &lt;a href="http://designrecollections.squarespace.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt;, as a wee thank you for been a super friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made a layout and a folder for my design collective subscription classes to be stored in, for the day when I eventually get a moment to do them.  I still have tons of stuff left over as well, and when I get a moment, I will make some cards, etc with the scraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here they all are, I seriously encourage you to get your arses straight over to &lt;a href="http://www.sarahscardsltd.co.uk/"&gt;Sarahs&lt;/a&gt; and buy one of these kits, cause they are great value for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Riz5lOmfsHI/AAAAAAAAAP4/441w68eBN1g/s1600-h/Art+stood+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Riz5lOmfsHI/AAAAAAAAAP4/441w68eBN1g/s320/Art+stood+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056690899600257138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Riz5uemfsII/AAAAAAAAAQA/3iCa3NcV8O8/s1600-h/create+stood+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Riz5uemfsII/AAAAAAAAAQA/3iCa3NcV8O8/s320/create+stood+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056691058514047106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Riz54-mfsJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lytOZ785Cno/s1600-h/highland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Riz54-mfsJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lytOZ785Cno/s400/highland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056691238902673554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Riz6dumfsKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8Gxm2VxViWw/s1600-h/dc+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Riz6dumfsKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8Gxm2VxViWw/s200/dc+back.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056691870262866082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Riz6nOmfsLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BHv2w7D99BY/s1600-h/dc+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Riz6nOmfsLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BHv2w7D99BY/s200/dc+front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056692033471623346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Riz6wumfsMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UDtUxmrLc3Y/s1600-h/dc+close+up+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Riz6wumfsMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UDtUxmrLc3Y/s200/dc+close+up+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056692196680380610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Martin had just received his brand new driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;The family troops out to the driveway, and climbs in the car, where he is going to take them for a ride for the first time. Dad immediately heads for the back seat, directly behind the newly minted driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll bet you're back there to get a change of scenery after all those months of sitting in the front passenger seat teaching me how to drive," says the beaming boy to his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope," comes dad's reply, "I'm gonna sit here and kick the back of your seat as you drive, just like you've been doing to me all these years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow, take care of yourselves. xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-9193758553159651919?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/9193758553159651919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=9193758553159651919&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/9193758553159651919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/9193758553159651919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-special-do-i-feel.html' title='How Special do I feel'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Riz5lOmfsHI/AAAAAAAAAP4/441w68eBN1g/s72-c/Art+stood+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-4009807230723301825</id><published>2007-04-21T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T20:24:42.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crop Day</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Angel Crafts crop in Stonehouse, and what a great day it was.  Managed to do half a CJ entry that I should have posted by off to the owner by now, (Sorry Jacqueline - I promise I'll have it with you soon) Then I did the most amazing class that Heather was teaching, honestly it is stunning, I'll take a pic of it tomorrow and let you all see it.  I loved it, and actually finished it all off whilst I was there, which is a rare thing for me, I usually have a look at what they suggest and then take it home and do my own thing with it, or shove it one of my many hiding places and then discover it months later and have no idea what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I promised you all yesterday, here are the things I made for Lianne over at Little Silver Hat with her kit of the month, I loved this kit, it was packed full of the most scrummy ribbons and even some of the New Aunty Sarah's chipboard blossoms, so I had a right field day with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RipjGumfsDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ga1WUIdA62U/s1600-h/dolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RipjGumfsDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ga1WUIdA62U/s200/dolly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055962498916659250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RipjoumfsFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/iwXyLrFBuIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1741-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RipjoumfsFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/iwXyLrFBuIQ/s200/IMG_1741-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055963083032211538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RipjQ-mfsEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RlgFC_GYWXM/s1600-h/IMG_1711a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RipjQ-mfsEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RlgFC_GYWXM/s200/IMG_1711a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055962675010318402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RipkK-mfsGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/pTb333OJ-lI/s1600-h/IMG_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RipkK-mfsGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/pTb333OJ-lI/s200/IMG_1706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055963671442731106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll also share with you the other projects I've been working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, here is a joke of the day for you all, I was sent this by Lynne.  and it made me laugh till I peed a bit, hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter. She picked up something off &lt;br /&gt;the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her &lt;br /&gt;and I asked her not to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?", my daughter asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because it's been on the ground, you don't know where it's been, it's dirty &lt;br /&gt;and probably has germs", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, &lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, how do you know all this stuff? You are so smart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking quickly. "All moms know this stuff. It's on the Mommy Test. &lt;br /&gt;You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently &lt;br /&gt;pondering this new information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH...I get it!" she beamed, "So if you don't pass the test you have to be &lt;br /&gt;the daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly" I replied back with a big smile on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-4009807230723301825?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4009807230723301825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=4009807230723301825&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4009807230723301825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/4009807230723301825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/04/crop-day.html' title='Crop Day'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RipjGumfsDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ga1WUIdA62U/s72-c/dolly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-9133160284182033989</id><published>2007-04-20T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:25:43.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to come out of hiding</title><content type='html'>I'm still here, just about that is.  I have just taken a peek at my blog and I'm blown away by all you lovely people who have left me comments, wow, never knew I knew so many people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to say a couple of personal thank you's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly to each and every one of you that left a comment for me, thank you so much.  I know we all lead really busy lives and for you to have taken the time to have left me a message of support, is..... well...... OK, I'm choking up here..... Well it fills my heart with such love, and I really need to feel loved at the moment. So a Massive Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is to Heather - Yes you my dear.  You have dragged my sorry arse out of my house to your house virtually every weekend, and I'm so grateful for that, ok, I might not have been productive, but having some different walls to stare at has been a breathe of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela and Janet - Both always at the end of a phone, with an ear ready to listen to me complain.  (I'd hate to see Janet's phone bill, she literally stays on the phone with me for hours at a time)  Our little talks really do help, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my last thank you goes to my darling son Benjamin.  I know this is so tough for you, your turning into an adult, and its far to quick for my liking,  Your hormones are all over the place and your as up and down as I am.  But you know just the moment when your mum needs a hug and you give them so freely.  I adore the ground you walk on and I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right thats enough of that, I need to compose myself again as having tears pouring down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been upto, well the house is a bomb site, but is slowly getting there, apart from the fact that the budget has now ran out and I've still not bought carpets, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, anybody know where I can get carpet for free...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrapping wise, well I have actually been doing some bits,  I did a kit for Lianne over at little silver hat, another one for Angela at Angel Crafts and another one for ............ ha ha, can't tell you just yet. ha ha.  Also been mad busy with Lippy Chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, well have been working more hours especially during the easter holidays, but can't complain it all makes for extra days off come the holidays, yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some peeks at what I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rii9Qumfr_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/gal5XDW872s/s1600-h/Roz+Birthday+Book+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rii9Qumfr_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/gal5XDW872s/s200/Roz+Birthday+Book+Cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055498676808429554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rii9aemfsAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9KAYPI6ddho/s1600-h/Roz+Book+Inside+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rii9aemfsAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9KAYPI6ddho/s200/Roz+Book+Inside+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055498844312154114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rii9iumfsBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/gOuAVYRCCTs/s1600-h/Roz+Book+Open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rii9iumfsBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/gOuAVYRCCTs/s200/Roz+Book+Open.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055498986046074898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely little birthday book that I made for Angel Crafts that will now be sent to my must scrummiest god-daughter who lives in Canada, she has also taken up scrapbooking, so if any of you out there want to help me compile a box full of goodies for her, drop me an email and I'll give you my address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rii-PumfsCI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/PDtlvRlhXFI/s1600-h/IMG_1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rii-PumfsCI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/PDtlvRlhXFI/s320/IMG_1770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055499759140188194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is another layout I did for Angela over at Angel Crafts, using the scraps of paper left over from the DT kit she sent me, kind of went mad with my own handwriting, but dedicated to the greatest thing in my wardrobe at the moment, my CROCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll share what I did for Lianne over at little silver hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, here is your Joke of the Day, cause I know you have all missed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRANDMA STILL DRIVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's letter.  She is eighty-eight years old and still drives her own car.  She writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Grand-daughter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went up to our local Christian book store and saw a Honk if you love Jesus bumper sticker.  I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting.  So, I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.  Boy, am I glad I did, what an uplifting experience that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good he is, and I didn't notice that the light had changed.  It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn't honked, I'd never have noticed.  I found that lots of people love Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and then he leaned out of his window and screamed, "For the love of God! Go! Go! Go! Jesus Christ, GO!"  What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started honking!  I just leaned out my window and started waving and smiling at all those loving people.  I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love!  There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something about a sunny beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air.  I asked my young teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant.  He said it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign right back.  My grandson burst out laughing. Why even he was enjoying this religious experience!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me.  I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had changed.  So, I waved at all my brothers and sisters grinning, and drove on through the intersection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again and felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared.  So I slowed the car down, leaned out the window and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!!  Will write again soon.  Love Grandma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-9133160284182033989?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/9133160284182033989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=9133160284182033989&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/9133160284182033989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/9133160284182033989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-to-come-out-of-hiding.html' title='Time to come out of hiding'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/Rii9Qumfr_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/gal5XDW872s/s72-c/Roz+Birthday+Book+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-3266923215759257864</id><published>2007-03-21T04:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T04:50:13.339Z</updated><title type='text'>Some shocking News</title><content type='html'>Friends, Family and fellow bloggers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to have to say this, but I've recently had some very devasting news, which I'm trying to come to terms with. So I won't be doing my blog for a wee while, whilst I wrap my head around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you though that I'll be back soon and hopefully with more jokes of the day as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roz&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-3266923215759257864?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3266923215759257864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=3266923215759257864&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3266923215759257864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3266923215759257864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-shocking-news.html' title='Some shocking News'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-2095150721329461335</id><published>2007-03-14T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T19:49:00.986Z</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes and cards</title><content type='html'>Tonight me and Ben have had our first go at making cupcakes, 'What' I hear you all shout, Yep, we made them from scratch.  One of my friends on one of the many forums I frequent gave me a brilliant receipe so today has been spent trawling round the supermarket picking up everything we needed. We spent a happy hour in the kitchen, weighing everything out and mixing it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we spread the mixture a bit to thin in the cases and our cupcakes where not as big as they should have been, and they all seem to have volcano tops, but we don't care, just meant the frosting slid off the tops,   We where also to impatient to let the frosting set a bit and tried to create a landscape with angelica which promptly fell over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have another bash tomorrow and let you know how they turn out, but here is what we have created so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RfhQknBM3JI/AAAAAAAAAOk/luvFMWB60XE/s1600-h/IMG_1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RfhQknBM3JI/AAAAAAAAAOk/luvFMWB60XE/s400/IMG_1622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041868372720802962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See told you I was a photographer, see that lovely depth of field, Kirsty will be so proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, have you all checked out the &lt;a href="http://www.forums.designcollectiveclasses.co.uk/index.php"&gt;Design Collective&lt;/a&gt; yet, wow, that is one brilliant site, I love it, such a friendly bunch of people over there and lots of silly chat and pre challenges going on, it actually got me off my bottom to make a mother's day card for MIL for Sunday, I've also made her a little sewing book to keep her needles in, I'll show you a pic of that tomorrow night, but here is the card. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RfhRW3BM3KI/AAAAAAAAAOs/m0Iwaxk8g08/s1600-h/IMG_1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RfhRW3BM3KI/AAAAAAAAAOs/m0Iwaxk8g08/s400/IMG_1633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041869236009229474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day for you all now, cause I know thats the only reason you all stop by, hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wee Glasgow woman and a baby were in the doctor's examining room, &lt;br /&gt;waiting for the doctor to come in. The doctor arrived, examined the &lt;br /&gt;baby, checked his weight, found it somewhat below normal, and asked if &lt;br /&gt;the baby was breast fed or bottle fed. "Breast fed," she replied.Well, &lt;br /&gt;strip down to your waist," the doctor ordered.&lt;br /&gt;She did. He pressed, kneaded, rolled, cupped, and pinched both breasts &lt;br /&gt;for a while in a detailed, rigorously thorough examination. Motioning &lt;br /&gt;to her to get dressed he said, "No wonder this baby is under weight.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have any milk."&lt;br /&gt;"I know," she said, "ah'm his Granny, but I'm glad I came!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-2095150721329461335?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2095150721329461335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=2095150721329461335&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/2095150721329461335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/2095150721329461335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/03/cupcakes-and-cards.html' title='Cupcakes and cards'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/RfhQknBM3JI/AAAAAAAAAOk/luvFMWB60XE/s72-c/IMG_1622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089073.post-3575827682246999736</id><published>2007-03-12T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:37:11.763Z</updated><title type='text'>Website, yahoo</title><content type='html'>Today, I have finally finished the &lt;a href="http://www.lippychick.co.uk"&gt;Lippy Chick&lt;/a&gt; website, I've uploaded all the pics I have of the books, included some stunning designs sent in by customers.  I have to say, I love the new site, it may take hours to upload photo's, but I can honestly say it is worth it.  I love how you can make images thumb nails but have the larger images behind, silly I know, but I love it, love it, love it.  So go on over and check it out and let me know what you think. I'm still waiting on more of the DT images to come in for the flap page, and also a special one from a Guest DT member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a busy weekend, spent all day Saturday hunting for carpets and bits and bobs for the house.  I was in need of a new headboard, as the old one was one I had made but would not suit the room any longer.  Eventually found one, bought it, and then on the way out of the shop, saw the most adorable bed, wicker, iron, sleigh bed, you get the idea,   Well it was on sale, and I said to Gerry, could I swap the headboard for the bed, NOPE, he says.  So back to the shopping, 1hours later, we where in another store, and low and behold, the same bed is in there for £700 more than in the first shop, yahoo, I hound gerry, telling him, how he is saving £700, eventually he caves in, and says I have to ask at the shop, so back we go, I ask nicely and they say YES, yahoo, new bed for me.  Now I just have to figure out how to get it home from the shop as they don't deliver.  Ummmmhhh anybody got a van I can borrow please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, me and Ben donned out scruffy clothes and stuck into cleaning the formal lounge as its now all decorated but needs a carpet, so we spent a good few hours scrubbing the floors and woodwork and I have to admit the room looks blooming brilliant now.  Shame we lost steam and ended up watching videos, as we still have another 8 rooms to sort out. ahhhhhhhhhhhh.  OMG.  My house sounds massive, 8 rooms, haha, that includes all the little rooms as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats enough from me for today, my eyes are all googly from sitting at the PC for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day is from June Baby, mwah, love you June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True" Friendship &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;None of that Sissy Crap &lt;br /&gt;Are you tired of those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound good, &lt;br /&gt;But never actually come close to reality? &lt;br /&gt;Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship. &lt;br /&gt;You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card- &lt;br /&gt;Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship. &lt;br /&gt;1. When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad. &lt;br /&gt;2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you. &lt;br /&gt;3. When you smile -- I will know you finally got laid. &lt;br /&gt;4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get. &lt;br /&gt;5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much Worse it could be until you quit whining. &lt;br /&gt;6. When you are confused -- I will use little words. &lt;br /&gt;7. When you are sick -- Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have. &lt;br /&gt;8. When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass. &lt;br /&gt;9. This is my oath.... I pledge it to the end. "Why?" you may ask; &lt;br /&gt;"because you are my friend". &lt;br /&gt;Friendship is like peeing your pants, &lt;br /&gt;everyone can see it, &lt;br /&gt;But only you can feel the true warmth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25089073-3575827682246999736?l=rozsbloggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3575827682246999736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25089073&amp;postID=3575827682246999736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3575827682246999736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25089073/posts/default/3575827682246999736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rozsbloggy.blogspot.com/2007/03/website-yahoo.html' title='Website, yahoo'/><author><name>Roz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456054757163825485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hDxwO4B3BwQ/SH-GNW1kHEI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2UguNTCQhqs/S220/blog3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
