<?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-6163690733995362661</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:40:08.605-08:00</updated><category term='star gazing'/><category term='walks'/><category term='taxes'/><category term='Richard Parker'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='foodie'/><category term='books'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='My first scribble'/><category term='courage'/><category term='career'/><category term='nature'/><category term='bucket list'/><category term='Footy'/><category term='half-thoughts'/><category term='lunch'/><title type='text'>Scribbles to Self</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-8062212681862997460</id><published>2011-01-15T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:16:04.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Introducing Edwin "Buzz" Aldry - the beast in my belfry</title><content type='html'>The first time I saw him, he was sunning himself on MY balcony.  Quite pleased and content to  just lie their lazing around not perturbed in the least bit about me (how rude!!).  For a start when I did see him there I truly thought I was hallucinating!!! I had just about done with relocating a wasp hive to a better place that morning - yes again from my balcony and I had stepped out to recover from the ordeal!!  So by the time I got back, I thought I'd have a nice quite afternoon reading a book. Had finally got my hands on "Mr Rosenblums's List" by Natasha Solomons and was looking forward to reading this so called "Utterly charming and very funny" book! And there he was spotted.....through the corner of my eye from my couch! A splendid view of Mr "Buzz" Aldry - a garden lizard over a foot in length (NOTE: Over a WHOLE FOOT!!!) drying himself out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was being held siege for a couple of  hours. Invariably resorted to facebooking as an alternative to the now impossible task of hanging the laundry out to dry and I found myself reading about a colleague's pleasant encounter with nature on facebook..... "&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;Cat  came meowing at the window.  Gave it some  polish sausage.  It then went for a look around my house and settled on  the bottom of my bed for a nap".  That's left me wondering (no, no, definitely not thinking of handing out polish sausages to "Buzz" )...to whom  should I convey my gratitude for the continuous stream of truly exotic  species (species of possums, bats, wasps and now this.. ) visiting my  medieval siege tower - my belfry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course eventually (when all else fails and fate was sealed to co-exist for the next few hrs!) I had to go through the whole naming ceremony for my very own mr Mr.Flying Trapeze Artist/Mr. Lizzy....hmmm   choices choices!!! -  James Cook or   Columbus or Edwin "Buzz" Aldrin!!  Cook as the principal explorer of Australia...Columbus as I   don't know just seems to fit the distinguished dude! Or "Buzz" which has a certain ring   to it and considering he likes to eat all things that go Buzz!! and   Edwin as a first name suits as looks kinda dignified and gentelmanly! So there evolved Mr. Edwin "Buzz" Aldry!!! - first massive-sized lizard to  land on my balcony in history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any call outs readers, in wanting to adopt a foot long garden lizard(just yell out to yours truly - Collector of all things exotic that creep, crawl, burrow, buzz, etc..and counting)??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-8062212681862997460?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8062212681862997460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2011/01/introducing-edwin-buzz-aldry-beast-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/8062212681862997460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/8062212681862997460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2011/01/introducing-edwin-buzz-aldry-beast-in.html' title='Introducing Edwin &quot;Buzz&quot; Aldry - the beast in my belfry'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-6839973836768980443</id><published>2010-08-28T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T03:49:51.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>Indulgence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/THi6iqbhbZI/AAAAAAAADwc/RFYH-D0VwCM/s1600/IMG_0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/THi6iqbhbZI/AAAAAAAADwc/RFYH-D0VwCM/s320/IMG_0425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510359248755846546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am not one for harping on about gourmet food! I just like good food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! OK! I hear you loud and clear...perhaps a bit of indulgence as a rarity for a truly scrumptious and enriching Parisian experience (I insist I did walk it off by the time we made it into work).  Well this was initiated by the cause for socialisation -  a team outing at quite an unearthly hour on a cold winter's morning this week at a lil' patisserie under a gorgeous old fig tree  in one of the prettiest corners of Brisbane where you can sneak a peak at the Storey bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/THi6h19XS5I/AAAAAAAADwU/Choxu2MpIFk/s1600/IMG_0426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/THi6h19XS5I/AAAAAAAADwU/Choxu2MpIFk/s320/IMG_0426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510359234670709650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since it was in the wee hours of the day and I am not much of a big breakie person, I decided to go for the almond croissant. The first bite had me smitten...was sheer bliss! Mmmm...(too bad I didn't get a chance to take a photo as we were all busily having our mmmm moments..) T'was a real conversation killer until we were done with our munching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to snap a few pics of "Le Bon Choix" on leaving...hmmm...I think I need to go back to take a pic of that almond croissant ;) but le bon choix may cause me to try out the pastries this time though - an unexpected but totally logical choice! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-6839973836768980443?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/6839973836768980443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/08/indulgence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/6839973836768980443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/6839973836768980443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/08/indulgence.html' title='Indulgence'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/THi6iqbhbZI/AAAAAAAADwc/RFYH-D0VwCM/s72-c/IMG_0425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-1602967801871723987</id><published>2010-07-27T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T05:13:04.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half-thoughts'/><title type='text'>On munching chocolate at the end of a long day!!</title><content type='html'>Half-thought  on munching chocolate at the end of a long day.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While thinking of the much quoted quote "Life is like a box of chocolates...you never know what you're gonna get"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... my half thought - and you never know when your gonna run out of chocolates!! Keep munching on I'd say till you can move on to another box full of your favourite which is yours to pick! :) chomp chomp chomp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-1602967801871723987?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/1602967801871723987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-munching-chocolate-at-end-of-long.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/1602967801871723987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/1602967801871723987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-munching-chocolate-at-end-of-long.html' title='On munching chocolate at the end of a long day!!'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-4366472028214857134</id><published>2010-07-15T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T03:21:03.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><title type='text'>A lot more than courage!!</title><content type='html'>Creativity takes courage goes the saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but  it takes a lot more to eat your hashed together spur of the moment creation - courage and one hungry tummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/TD7fyYDlj7I/AAAAAAAADsI/v4MibrC2gtc/s1600/IMG_0397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/TD7fyYDlj7I/AAAAAAAADsI/v4MibrC2gtc/s200/IMG_0397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494074651982532530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-4366472028214857134?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4366472028214857134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/07/lot-more-than-courage.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/4366472028214857134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/4366472028214857134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/07/lot-more-than-courage.html' title='A lot more than courage!!'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/TD7fyYDlj7I/AAAAAAAADsI/v4MibrC2gtc/s72-c/IMG_0397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-8958099001056651460</id><published>2010-06-14T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T01:58:02.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walks'/><title type='text'>Walk-not-about</title><content type='html'>Yes, I finally did it. Even if it took as good an excuse of making a dash with Gordan Ramsay on a winter evening to drop him off at the library before the Gods rained tears of joy for me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Nature as my coach, I finally decided to get on with that much needed, much thought after WALK which turned out to be more like a run with an impending shower (the sky was thinking of raining down on me) and with the setting sun hurrying me on my track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and me thinks as i log out  "surely, surely, surely walks are only meant for summer...")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-8958099001056651460?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8958099001056651460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/06/walk-not-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/8958099001056651460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/8958099001056651460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/06/walk-not-about.html' title='Walk-not-about'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-7134772639888831051</id><published>2010-05-14T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:08:32.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Stalked by an ankle biter??</title><content type='html'>My life is filled with adventures galore.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about starting the weekend off being stalked along the whole length of a street by a possible ankle biter on my way to the library. There was a whole lot of criss-crossing down the street till I eventually decided to walk the line with the tail gater at my heel. With the miniature terrier cross bulldog (hey, and am sure it so was!!!)  at such close quarters to petrified me, it sure painted a pretty picture of me taking my lil doggie for a walk, what with passengers of cars driving past giving us the widest possible smiles and the "ohhhhh, how cuuuuute looks".  Sheesh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/S-4jZ5QvsJI/AAAAAAAADbA/jnMpUSEg2cA/s1600/IMG_0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/S-4jZ5QvsJI/AAAAAAAADbA/jnMpUSEg2cA/s320/IMG_0349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471349525076488338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Anyway, the dude I guess finally found the house he was looking for as  he was missing in action on my way back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm so that proves it, I really do seem to have a knack for attracting  stray animals - be it a possum swinging into my balcony , a cat  literally landing up on my doorstep and refusing to budge and the latest  one a terrier!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-7134772639888831051?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7134772639888831051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/05/stalked-by-ankle-biter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/7134772639888831051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/7134772639888831051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/05/stalked-by-ankle-biter.html' title='Stalked by an ankle biter??'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/S-4jZ5QvsJI/AAAAAAAADbA/jnMpUSEg2cA/s72-c/IMG_0349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-7740320383476744004</id><published>2010-05-14T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:46:51.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Sudden realisation!!!!</title><content type='html'>Q. What do you do when you realise that your pet possum and your neighbour shared the same name?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Don't ever look the neighbour in the eye after all those episodes of calling out to the possum on your balcony...."Richard Oh Richarddddddddd, where are youuuuuuuu???" or a "Morning Richhhhhard. How are you going mate?" or "I think I've had enough of you partying all night and I think it's high time you relocate!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now thinking back, I think it was a welcome relief that Richard tuned into Rickeesha (the possum I mean)!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-7740320383476744004?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7740320383476744004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/05/sudden-realisation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/7740320383476744004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/7740320383476744004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/05/sudden-realisation.html' title='Sudden realisation!!!!'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-436525301253576505</id><published>2010-03-23T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T05:25:05.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn ramblings</title><content type='html'>Another quiet curtain call of an autumn day&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate in hand sipping away&lt;br /&gt;Out of my window to the world a gazing&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of the working day a blazing&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts rush by as cars go skidding&lt;br /&gt;Mind laid bare by cup emptying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently too many "ing' words, but with my head aloft in the clouds, surely I must drift away for now...zzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-436525301253576505?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/436525301253576505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/03/autumn-ramblings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/436525301253576505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/436525301253576505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/03/autumn-ramblings.html' title='Autumn ramblings'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-3508527515639517174</id><published>2010-02-24T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T04:45:57.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Parker'/><title type='text'>A fishy character!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks PS for enligtening me about Richard Parker today! Apparently my pet possum is NOT the only other Richard Parker around!!!! With no futher ado here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one my best loved fishy tales of all time, Yann Martel  goes to sea with quite an unlikely school of characters - Pi, a hyena, a zebra, uhmm oh and how can I forget OJ the orangutan and my personal favourite - introducing Richard Parker, a royal Bengal Tiger. :):) in "Life of Pi". If you haven't read the book you ought to read it - you'll fall in love with it as soon as you meet up with the three-toed sloth in the equatorial jungles of Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get back to the fishy 450 pound weighing Richard Paker,  who was accidently named so by a shipping clerk who mistook "Thirsty" for his captor. As the story ebbs on, Parker - the hunted turned hunter  successfully finishes off the hyena and the blind French man on board before the Monsieur could cannebelise Pi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently in a story from over a century ago, "The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket" written by Edgar Alan Poe, there featured the first of the ship wrecked Richard Parkers - a mutinous sailor who had set sail on a whaling ship whose brilliant idea literally got him in a stew when he was ship wrecked with three other surviors. Parker (the hunter turned hunted) fuelled his fate by suggesting that his fellow crew draw lots among themselves to decide on the victim of their next feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird but true, the novel comes to life in 1884,  when Richard Parker (the second!!), the cabin boy of the Migninette  et drifter at sea followed the course of Richard Parker the first and fell a victim to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cannibalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Talking of fishy tales and shipwrecks and novels resurfacing to reality - another is the novela Futility, or the Wreck of the Titan written byMorgan Robertson that was Titanic back to the future!!)                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that solves the mystery as to why my beloved Richard Parker ran away from the backyard - suspecting cannebelism around the corner me thinks ;) , as i ponder over what I could possibly write into the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-3508527515639517174?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3508527515639517174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/02/fishy-character.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/3508527515639517174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/3508527515639517174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/02/fishy-character.html' title='A fishy character!!'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-6455299072093163791</id><published>2010-01-15T21:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:43:07.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Lost in a good book!!</title><content type='html'>Was so lost...that I landed up falling asleep no sooner than past page 5 (and having updated my gtalk status that I was "lost in a good book :):)"!!! Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it IS GOOD......Just too good that I fell asleep!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-6455299072093163791?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/6455299072093163791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/lost-in-good-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/6455299072093163791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/6455299072093163791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/lost-in-good-book.html' title='Lost in a good book!!'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-3544939194860840810</id><published>2010-01-15T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:45:26.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooned Out or Tuned out!!!</title><content type='html'>The conversation with my friend today, something along the lines of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;Me : that reminds me need to get rid of  "a box" lying under my bed!!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Mrs N: &lt;/span&gt;lol. why do u think i hang ard u? u r my own personal cartoon&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Mrs N: &lt;/span&gt;and i lovveee cartoons. so there&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;lol. am so not a toon&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Mrs N: &lt;/span&gt;but they base their stories on u&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;ha ha, like&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Mrs N: &lt;/span&gt;anything involving tripping over, forgetting to  take like this whole box under the bed&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;i bet there is a cartoon right there its certainly a cartoon in my head when i imagine ur face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've now come to the realisation that am my own toon character in the making...somewhere between calvin n hobbes and a bridget jones!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the converstation moves on talking to Mrs N in Mumbai minutes after the solar eclipse in India...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs N: So could you see the eclipse?&lt;br /&gt;(me replying, considering am stuck in the middle of nowhere far from the eclipse that caused me to catch the action online on NDTV!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chat out"&gt;   &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;yep, on ndtv and u?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Mrs N: &lt;/span&gt;me too&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;u mean on ndtv. lazyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Mrs N: &lt;/span&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: could have just stuck your head out of your window!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's left me wondering who is more tuned/tooned out!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-3544939194860840810?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3544939194860840810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/tooned-out-or-tuned-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/3544939194860840810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/3544939194860840810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/tooned-out-or-tuned-out.html' title='Tooned Out or Tuned out!!!'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-2840924191122241942</id><published>2010-01-12T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T04:20:44.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>Spared the fairy god mother a trip!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/S0xmjVyvH5I/AAAAAAAACpQ/H-ooiafek44/s1600-h/iphone+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/S0xmjVyvH5I/AAAAAAAACpQ/H-ooiafek44/s200/iphone+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425824408406007698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine at work brought in this massive, huge, colossal pumpkin from his farm!!! Thanks Kermit!  T'was home grown -  so would be absolutely delicious so was well worth carting it all the way back home in the train despite people giving me strange looks (as it was nowhere close to haloween!!).  However there was a slight problem besides the pumpkin ferrying -- uhhhmm, I've never quite cooked a pumpkin before!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was initially just banking on a fairy god mother to apparate and wave her magic wand about and turn it into something remotely edible as its my first time experiementing with one. The only other options were pumpkin soup, pumpkin scones, pumpkin pie but was just way too boring and long drawn out, however  decided to be a bit adventurous instead and it turned out quite yummmm...(and spared the fairy god mother a trip!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must try it next time with some shrimp !! (heard that it goes well with the flakey shrimp or prawn balichow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-2840924191122241942?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2840924191122241942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/spared-fairy-god-mother-trip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/2840924191122241942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/2840924191122241942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2010/01/spared-fairy-god-mother-trip.html' title='Spared the fairy god mother a trip!!!'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/S0xmjVyvH5I/AAAAAAAACpQ/H-ooiafek44/s72-c/iphone+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-7778886723533422715</id><published>2009-12-29T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T04:34:56.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>Christmas 2009 was fantabulous as I got to spend it with the Kiwis....yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!! Uhmm no not the kiwi fruit which could amount to precisely what I did over the last few X'Mases but this time with the New Zealanders -- cousins from across the ditch!!! All me bags were packed and ready to go from work.... and so twas off to Coolangatta to catch up with Mr I, Mrs C, Miss P and Miss S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve saw us attempting to bond with the GPS system as we tried to navigate our way to church.  When we finally arrived at our "to be destination" after taking the so called "other left" the "other right" and the "other lane" after going around in circles it was a dead end!!! The memorable drive down Reedy Creek Road will sure stick with me for many Christmases to come as the talkative back seat driver succombed to being car sick and refused to get a word out.  So we soon found our way clambering back to the hotel at Kira beach.  Was a rather joyous Christmas Eve when we finally made it back on solid ground!!! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. I went on a late night prowl after dinner to suss out the location and we were back at Reedy Creek Road on Christmas morn! The lovely childrens' mass with a Polish Priest, a kiddie's band on a Basketball court in a school auditorium which also had an overlooking gymnasium and a disco ball hanging in a corner was a unique experience! More eating and it was off to Mt. Tambourine and back. Then it was lazing out at the spa, followed my an awesome Christmas dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we decided to take on hollywood on the gold coast - we were off to meet Shrek, Tweety and Bugs!!! Mrs C and I thought it wise to leave the thrill rides - Superman Escape, the Batwing Spaceshot and Lethal Weapon to the pros - Miss P and Miss S and no doubt Mr I.  We opted for the family friendly shows - the Shrek 4D adeventure where we were drenched by donkey's sneezing fit and had spider's falling into our lap sending legs literally flying into the air.  While Miss P and Miss S were off displaying their bravery on show, the three of us decided to line up for the Scooby Doo Spooky Coster Ride with Mrs C and I under the illusion that it was a harmeless kiddy ride where carts just move around on rails and things attempt to pop out and spook you.  The first few minutes of the ride was harmless and pretty much as expected..and then your cart does a 180 degree turn and goes up a level with ur back facing these wooden doors..you then complete the  180 degree turn and we innocent souls were expecting to get off...but alas...the door opens and all you hear from us is OHHH CRAP!!!!! WHAT have we got ourselves into!!!  as we hear muffled laughter from not very far ;) Yep, you've guessed it - a massive room with an indoor roller coaster with countless turns and ups and downs....and we had a view from the top from where we entered!!! Gulp....and that was an exercise for our vocal chords besides our nerves that just waked out that door!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on solid ground again we watched the parade on main street, the Looney Tunes' What's up Rock!? Show,  went by for the Batman Adeventure Ride 2 on reading and checking and double checking no roller coasters were involved, caught up with our all time favourite Warber Bros' characters - Shrek and Tweety and this time took an immobile seat at the Hollywood Stunt Driver show as we had had enough of stunt driving to last us a lifetime on that roller coaster (and more so with me having a second go (which was as bad as the first) on it after Miss S talked me into it!!! (and unbelivable there was no queue this time around - count me lucky!!!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day came to and end with more eating, Miss S sucessfully experimenting a milk shake on Mr. I  and my first successful enjoyable encounter with eating lychees which I normally wouldn't have taken a liking too...but thinking of lychees now...hmmm..as long as they are cleaned and uhmm reviewed (after the facts I had to listen to while sampling them ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday saw us coxing the GPS again as we made our way (in circles) up to the Sunshine coast to Mooloolaba and Noosa and back to home sweet home. Noosa is a quaint lil' place and had the most amazing birds!! But am too blogged out now to continue as I attempt not to fall asleep on my keyboard as I listen to the pitter patter of the rain on my tin roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mr I, Mrs C, Miss P and Miss S for an awesome Christmas. :) as above all else loved your company and spending time catching up with all of you :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-7778886723533422715?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7778886723533422715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/7778886723533422715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/7778886723533422715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-4537679729581533695</id><published>2009-12-05T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:50:12.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>The five- minuter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/Sxo0trp4BZI/AAAAAAAACFA/Zq6oHc7NY9w/s1600-h/DSC03927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/Sxo0trp4BZI/AAAAAAAACFA/Zq6oHc7NY9w/s200/DSC03927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411695861656192402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The foodie at work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My five minuter.....after I was done with dinner (hence the half-full pan)  cause I was just way too hungry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by my all time favourite which I have an irrestible  weekness for...Sarah Lee&lt;br /&gt;Cheescake....hmmmm.....yummm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-4537679729581533695?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4537679729581533695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/12/five-minuter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/4537679729581533695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/4537679729581533695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/12/five-minuter.html' title='The five- minuter!!!'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/Sxo0trp4BZI/AAAAAAAACFA/Zq6oHc7NY9w/s72-c/DSC03927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-8425645096461000686</id><published>2009-11-27T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T04:27:27.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>"The quintessential Italian experience!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/Sw-YMGPZ3wI/AAAAAAAACC4/OGJlqh1LPTA/s1600/gelati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/Sw-YMGPZ3wI/AAAAAAAACC4/OGJlqh1LPTA/s320/gelati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408709011096329986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply irresistible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hot brissi day and I succumb yet again hopelessly to the ultimate in indulgence...GELATO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo il gelato...soprattutto il gusto di Noce di Macademia!!! hmmmmmm....Delizioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie al mio amico italiano, PS per introdurre me al gelato (e per la foto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprising this is my first food-related blog, considering am an all out foodie...so keep an eye out as I blog my way through my tastebuds!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-8425645096461000686?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8425645096461000686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/11/quintessential-italian-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/8425645096461000686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/8425645096461000686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/11/quintessential-italian-experience.html' title='&quot;The quintessential Italian experience!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/Sw-YMGPZ3wI/AAAAAAAACC4/OGJlqh1LPTA/s72-c/gelati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-7662020727527674298</id><published>2009-11-25T04:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T04:42:47.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Me thinks</title><content type='html'>that I have the "bestest" career coach in whole wide world :) :)  Thanks Mr.M for believing in me and for taking me on! Shall be all ears and listening with intent...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-7662020727527674298?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7662020727527674298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-thinks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/7662020727527674298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/7662020727527674298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-thinks.html' title='Me thinks'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-3755447097885949926</id><published>2009-11-20T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:02:00.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>My Latest Aussie Pal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/SweKc_yXdHI/AAAAAAAAB50/fRGBRFRk4nY/s1600/DSC03908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/SweKc_yXdHI/AAAAAAAAB50/fRGBRFRk4nY/s320/DSC03908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406442108445226098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me latest aussie pal (who I must say is infact quite cute and adorable)...has officially been christened "Champagne" as of today. All started off with a misinterpretted conversation I was having with a friend when I was still half-asleep. To cut a long story short decided was pretty apt as the fellow hangs out the whole day long in a daze behind the air conditioning unit enjoying the cool breeze in the shade (while I suffer in the brissi heat cause I don't have the heart to turn on the air con. and send it packing in this heat!!) And once the sun goes down, brings down the house partying on my roof all night long until day break....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so that leaves one content possum and one distraught possum-terrorised tenant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-3755447097885949926?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3755447097885949926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-latest-aussie-pal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/3755447097885949926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/3755447097885949926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-latest-aussie-pal.html' title='My Latest Aussie Pal!'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjN87iVZiCw/SweKc_yXdHI/AAAAAAAAB50/fRGBRFRk4nY/s72-c/DSC03908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-5572581195879710661</id><published>2009-11-12T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T04:26:39.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Choices Choices</title><content type='html'>Just had a friend of mine suggest a possible career option for me. Thanks Nits, I would never have thought of this one earlier...Gotta love this one though - a "POSSUM  BREEDER" considering I have a natural gift for the same!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta keep my options open with the economy being what it is. Hmmm...wonder what my other career options would be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gotta sign off now in my attempt to reform a person into how to staple documents "neatly".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-5572581195879710661?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5572581195879710661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/11/choices-choices.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/5572581195879710661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/5572581195879710661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/11/choices-choices.html' title='Choices Choices'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-5950868355839286936</id><published>2009-11-11T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:31:19.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Life in my backyard!</title><content type='html'>I have finally decided to fess up to the fact that the local wildlife in australia is truley in love with me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started off when I first moved into  my new found unfamilar territory. The going was good..It was all mine to explore, do as I please, make it my home...and a few years into this blissfull lifestyle of mine, trot comes a possum!!!... straying onto it's enemy territory, infringing on MY territory and quite comfortably making itself  home. I named him Richard Parker only to realise weeks later that Richard had to be re-named Rickeesha as I had more company :)  Well I eventually drove Rickeesha out (but mind you only when the littlees has grown up, cause I did not have the heart to before that!!! And by driving her out, I mean relocating her nest to someplace else!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then life returned back to normal.  Seasons changed. New neighbours moved in and I was thrilled that they had a pile of welcoming cardboard boxes on their balcony awaiting possums to relocate to greener patures if they do happen to come door knocking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wake up this morning and what do I see sleeping nice and cosy in the corner of my pristine clean balcony???? - a possum huddled up and fast asleep literally without a care in the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possums!!!!  so what have I observed of the species that has sooo fallen for me. Thier only real habit during the day is indolence!!! fourteen hours of utter solitude in a day which no amount of nudging or prodding would suffice to budge them even an inch!!! However when it comes to night, it's quite the opposite as it's party time on my roof!!!  More observations to come as I bond with the latest arrival...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I always look on the brighter side of life -  I have someone to yell out  good morning to when I roll out of bed and I have an ardent fan that never complains or tires of my singing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...need to think of a name for my boarder. Any suggestions???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-5950868355839286936?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5950868355839286936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-my-backyard.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/5950868355839286936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/5950868355839286936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-my-backyard.html' title='Life in my backyard!'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-2795948133162298475</id><published>2009-10-25T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:12:54.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><title type='text'>A taxing weekend!!</title><content type='html'>"There is no such thing as a good tax" -  Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you've guessed it..It's that time of the year again. Twas all la-di-da just comming out of a pleasant winter heading into spring awakening when the tax man cometh knocking at ur door (or more so in this day and age spamming your inbox with emails!!!) and gives you not just a rude awakening but a jolt out of bed!!! huh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why us single people just starting out on life need to be taxed out (more so than others!)  before we can even get our feet on solid ground!!!!  Here are some of my queries/comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I've been toiling away for 365 days of the year only to be rewarded as being an elite tax payer (aka - single and screaming to be taxed)  And what do I get in return for paying my tax promply every single year (that's besides being welcomed into this esteemed category)? Well this year round for added service - email spam and a free computer crash that comes along with using the app!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If an accountant assists you in lodging  your return you can claim his fee. But what about all those people who go through the pain and toruture and trouble of doing it themselves?? (Even the genius in Albert Einstein recognised that "the hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax.") So howzabt an incentive/service fee for their personal services, time, effort?? nah, we just tax them more for not generating income for all the fat cat accountants out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Do we get to choose where the government decides to spend the money? More flights for politicians whizzing around the world, money blown up in smoke just to light up the sky for a few people rather than the lives of many more,  breakfast on a bridge!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And how much is enough!!! The list does not end with salary tax along...but closely followed by  medicare levy, medicare surcharge, entertainment tax, fringe benefits tax, tax on travel, electirity, phone...blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And to top it all, what do we get in return?? after having stressed yourself out after all those years of paying taxes  and you find yourself in need of a hospital bed you'd be sure you'd have to wait for your turn till it finally comess around when your long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hmmm and now since I'm taxed out,  what are my final thoughts on this "inevitable"??? - In the words of Bill Archer, the world will be a better place if we "..care for each other more, and tax each other less".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-2795948133162298475?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2795948133162298475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/10/taxing-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/2795948133162298475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/2795948133162298475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/10/taxing-weekend.html' title='A taxing weekend!!'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-3240390477892115260</id><published>2009-09-17T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:56:13.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><title type='text'>My Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Had a wake up call twice over today (an email and a fellow blogger)..So without much ado, here's my ever growing list (some things of which I've managed to score off) of things to get cracking on and in no particular order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Live in another country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Travel in NewZealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Keep in touch with all my friends and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Stand up to what I believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Be grateful for all that I have and for my experiences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Stop dwelling on the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Give my best in all that I do and opportunities that come my way&lt;br /&gt;* Have a conversation with God everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Try to grow a plant (and not subject them to an excrutiating torturous death which I have a flare for at the moment!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Be humble in word and deed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Make a perfect score on every assignment in one class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Repay my parents (amd that includes by sis and bil) for everything they have done for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Be able to sit in a room with an insect without screaming and running away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Telling the people you love that you love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Go travelling with my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Read the Bible from cover to cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Solve my own problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Attempt to be a better cook rather than a creative cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Be a better person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Make a difference in someone's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Look back on life and never regret anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Celebrate life by truly living it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them revolve around family and frinds and how I interact with the world around me..So I give myself a pat on my shoulder and push and a shove to pick myself up and get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-3240390477892115260?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3240390477892115260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/3240390477892115260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/3240390477892115260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-bucket-list.html' title='My Bucket List'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-5998169351228124708</id><published>2009-09-12T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:02:08.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Footy'/><title type='text'>My initiation into Footy</title><content type='html'>Start to the night -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy mood!!! Need to cool off! Remote in hand. Flick. Click. Flick. Nothing remotely interesting on the idiot box!! Well it is after all what it is! Click. View from the Top. Click Matrix Reloaded. CLick CLick (getting desperate). Only thing I want reloaded is Keanu Reaves in a different movie on tele..hmmm..Choices. Choices. Choices...Here we go again..Back to footy. Grhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am very unaustralian when it comes to all things footy!! Well frankly, I don't see the point - crazed muscle men running around in tiny shorts trying to rip each other to shreds on a plastic strewn grass field thanks to a howling unruley crowd, interrupting the seagulls from having a quiet  moonlit stroll on the lawns of the MCG. Referee whistles. Catch. TACKLE. Throw. PIN-DOWN. Throw. Kick. BUMP. MASS PILE UP. Throw. Kick. SHREAD TO PIECES, Whistle ...and the saga goes on...hmmm..Collingwood, my home team (ok ok my initial aussie home team!) trailing misearbly to the Adelaide Crows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the evening wears on -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperament changes to be more upbeat at home than at the stadium. Yet another Asussie half-crazed barracker cheering on Collingwood, and there hearlds  my initiation into Footy!! GO COLLINGWOODDDDD!!! Collingwood scores a goal. YEAH..(Cheers)..Collingwood scores again.YEAH..(Does a bit of a mad dance n stomp around)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling it a night -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrilling match...Collingwood just about scores a win. YAYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another happy little Collingwood fan brays out the Club Song as she heads to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr16551_ContentPane" align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr16551_HtmlModule_lblContent" class="Normal"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Good old Collingwood forever,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr16551_ContentPane" align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr16551_HtmlModule_lblContent" class="Normal"&gt;&lt;p&gt;we know how to play the game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Side by side we stick together,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr16551_ContentPane" align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr16551_HtmlModule_lblContent" class="Normal"&gt;&lt;p&gt;to uphold The Magpies name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hear the barrackers a shouting,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr16551_ContentPane" align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr16551_HtmlModule_lblContent" class="Normal"&gt;&lt;p&gt;as all barrackers should,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, the premiership's a cakewalk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr16551_ContentPane" align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr16551_HtmlModule_lblContent" class="Normal"&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the good old Collingwood."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr16551_ContentPane" align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr16551_HtmlModule_lblContent" class="Normal"&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the seagulls  can look forward to a quiet night at the MCG with the crows taken care of (though the magpies are still a force to contend with!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr16551_ContentPane" align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="dnn_ctr16551_HtmlModule_lblContent" class="Normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6163690733995362661-5998169351228124708?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5998169351228124708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-initiation-into-footy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/5998169351228124708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/5998169351228124708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-initiation-into-footy.html' title='My initiation into Footy'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-6146362787862646767</id><published>2009-08-31T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:02:54.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star gazing'/><title type='text'>Star Gazing</title><content type='html'>Watched the Space Shuttle Discovery (STS-128) and the International Space Station streak across the evening sky today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the southern cross they came a hurtling with the Space Shuttle docked with the International Space Station. T'was an awesome experience as it covered the vast expanse of the southern sky and bid the moon adieu before dimming into the awakening night sky as it receeded into the distance. And even more memorable to have shared it with a friend.   Though I nearly got myself into a tizzy/dizzy spell as I had my eye glued on the sky as I felt the stars being to waltz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breath. Also got to witness the Hubble Space Telescope zoom past later in the evening and in turn my neighbours witness a crazed shrouded character with a beeping mobile in hand lurking in the garden staring into space as if willing aliens to come a visting. Had come literally streaking out of the house oddly dressed with two minutes to spare and had to positioned myself near a rustling bush to find my prime spot among the other competing creatures in the garden...but it was well worth it crazed neighbours, astro boy, noisy backyard invaders and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-6146362787862646767?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/6146362787862646767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/star-gazing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/6146362787862646767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/6146362787862646767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/star-gazing.html' title='Star Gazing'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-736373987785440634</id><published>2009-08-28T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T05:31:22.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>Wedding bells</title><content type='html'>The 28th of August and one of my closest childhood friends, Ms M  is finally going to tie the knot  on the other side of the globe and  and I couldn't be happier for her.  22 years and counting sure brings back lovely memories from the very first day we walked into kindie and decided we were gonna be best pals for life . Will sure miss being there at her wedding to cheer her on as she braves it into a whole new world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats M, best buddy best pal.  Mr F is an incredibly fortunate man to have found you to share the rest of his life with. Here's wishing you guys a lifetime of happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-736373987785440634?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/736373987785440634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-bells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/736373987785440634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/736373987785440634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-bells.html' title='Wedding bells'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-9117126304082044249</id><published>2009-08-24T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T02:28:22.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Marley and "Moi" et al.</title><content type='html'>Sounds of Silence??? Nope am still alive and kicking, in fact screaming, it's hot HOT HOT!!!. Bit of a hot snap this week this side of town, right in the midst of winter....and have successfully started the week by shattering two drinking glasses (another first!!!) this weekend while I was tidying up ...which called for more of that cleaning action... I swept and vaccummed and swabbed the weekend away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now that I've cooled off and got that off my mind let's continue...So where have I been? What have I been up to? Well, I must confess I'm at it again..Doing what I love best...Have had my nose stuck in a pile of books that I heaved back from the bibliotheque last week. Currently reading "Marley and Me" - still have quite a bit to go but the four legged bundle of mischievousness has got me well and truley hooked....The book has had me crying and laughing at the same time to the point where I seem to be getting strange looks on the train (but not as bad as listening to Hamish and  Andy's 'Caravan of Courage' on my way back from work or Labby, Camilla and Stav's gottcha calls!!! another story alltogether..that one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off as I helplessly succumb to Marley's antics yet again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-9117126304082044249?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/9117126304082044249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/marley-and-moi-et-al.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/9117126304082044249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/9117126304082044249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/marley-and-moi-et-al.html' title='Marley and &quot;Moi&quot; et al.'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-2531945418345820845</id><published>2009-08-13T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:33:52.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><title type='text'>On a wing and a prayer!!</title><content type='html'>Friday lunch hour comes a beckoning.&lt;br /&gt;And there goes my tummy a rumbling...&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought much overdue&lt;br /&gt;Just managing to see the day through.&lt;br /&gt;Survivng on a wing and a prayer&lt;br /&gt;Cause am money bare!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, took me all of five years to finally walk out the door in the morning without my purse in hand!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-2531945418345820845?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/2531945418345820845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-wing-and-prayer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/2531945418345820845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/2531945418345820845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-wing-and-prayer.html' title='On a wing and a prayer!!'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-5015799314598065801</id><published>2009-08-12T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T03:25:18.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Conversations with Nature</title><content type='html'>Spit. Splatter. Splash!&lt;br /&gt;Crash. Clash. Pitter-beat-Patter. BANG and a FLASH.&lt;br /&gt;A thunder storm "un"-quietening the evening as it stops by to say hello!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-5015799314598065801?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5015799314598065801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/conversations-with-nature.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/5015799314598065801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/5015799314598065801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/conversations-with-nature.html' title='Conversations with Nature'/><author><name>Scribbles to Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04356899209265955310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163690733995362661.post-414130700969725323</id><published>2009-08-11T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T04:49:15.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My first scribble'/><title type='text'>To blog or not to blog? That is the question!!!!</title><content type='html'>To blog or not to blog? That is the question!! Yes, I've chosen to blog (the occasional blog mind you!!!) I've finally succumbed to it..well n truly smitten by words,  random words that I hope I can  string into meaning as I weave my story onto my tapestry of life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  wish me luck and cheer me on as I make my way into a brave new world. Into the the portals of the blogging kingdom, here I come armed with a  an electronic keyboard,  random thoughts and an open mind to reframe my past, scrapbook my present and scribe my open book of the future as I color my way across a blank inviting screen :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163690733995362661-414130700969725323?l=scribblestoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/feeds/414130700969725323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-blog-or-not-to-blog-that-is-question.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/414130700969725323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163690733995362661/posts/default/414130700969725323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblestoself.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-blog-or-not-to-blog-that-is-question.html' title='To blog or not to blog? 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