<?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-1583697367497627717</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:21:47.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The purple book</title><subtitle type='html'>Why the Purple book you ask?

first let me tell you about my purple book.
well.. I have a purple A3 sized suede beautiful note book. In this book I have written a list of all the fun stuff i want to do before I get too old! Its a list that someday I will be able to show my son what I have done with my life. This book is my fun book.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-186629890061559709</id><published>2009-11-13T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:25:37.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am such a clutz</title><content type='html'>I can be a massive ejit at times and I am the sort of person that embarresses myself on a fairly regular basis.  I don't plan these things but cringe at the memories!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few examples, from most recent, going back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It was a no-news day at the paper that I work for so I decide to shadow the photographer, great learning experience...to be fair it was.&lt;br /&gt;So the first job was to go and photograph this bloke trying to promote a single...I am sure he wasnt the full shilling.  So we turned up at this blokes bedsit and it stank of males.  We did the photo outside and went on our merry way.&lt;br /&gt;We pulled up to the next job chating and setting the world to right and I nearly take myself out on the paperwork he had in his car.&lt;br /&gt;So we parked and attended the service.  Finished it and came back to the car park, which is very busy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;The photographer sees someone he knows and using his ket fob, unlocks the car.  I didn't see which car it was because I was looking at my notes.&lt;br /&gt;I then get into his car, a small silver car.&lt;br /&gt;I look around and think ahhh bless he has sorted out all the papers, thats nice of him.  Next thing I know he is walking past me in the small silver car appearing to be looking for something...and then it dawned on me, he was looking for me....I was sitting in completely the wrong car!&lt;br /&gt;I got out the car and he said "where have you been?"  By now I cant talk for laughing and I just pointed at the other car and tried to say "ive been in that one".&lt;br /&gt;he gets the jist and he then doubles up laughing...someone waiting to pull into our space as seen the whole thing and he is laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;Please bear in mind that this is the first time that I have ever met the photographer and am still getting to know him...perfect ice breaker dont you think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I worked for a fairly large international company a couple of years ago and was attending an important meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh I thought, I chance to look really good and professional.&lt;br /&gt;An hour I spent getting ready, doing my hair, getting a face on, I thought I looked really good.  I had recently found "lip inks", these are lipsticks which when applied stay put for about 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;So off I go, I walk Theo to nursery and then on to work....its a very windy day.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is loose, I am wearing a wrap around skirt and because of the wind I am trying to keep hold of it all.&lt;br /&gt;I get to work with about 10 minutes to spare before the meeting, so I went to the loo to "adjust" myself.&lt;br /&gt;The wind and swept my hair across my lips and then wiped round my face, thus leaving the un-removable lip stick in neatlines across my face...shite&lt;br /&gt;I try and wipe the stuff off, the wipes get more vigorous, and now I have red streaks across my face with red blotches...I looked like I had really bad excema...not a good look....please remember that this is on just one side of my face....I did look like a half made up clown and because this stuff stays on for 8 hours, well you can see why it was embarresing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Wearing a short skirt (in my much slimmer days) I sat on the bus on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;It came to my stop so up I got.  I swung my rucksack over my shoulder and went on my way...about a mile walk from the stop to get I stopped to chat.  I said my good byes and started to walk away....STOOOOPPP shouted my friend and ran up to me and started to try an wrestle my bag off my shoulder, confused and a bit miffed off, I asked why the hell was going on...she then informed me that I had caught my skirt in my bag and could see my bum (it had to be the day I wore a gee string)...I had walked the mile home flashing my bum for all to see.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see I am a bit of an ejit at times and cringe at some of those memories, well atleast I can smile and cringe, because if your gonna do it, do it in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question / thought for this entry is, what memory makes you cringe and have you ever told anyone about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-186629890061559709?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/186629890061559709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-such-clutz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/186629890061559709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/186629890061559709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-such-clutz.html' title='i am such a clutz'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-983242567822299</id><published>2009-10-21T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:28:43.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know me a bit better</title><content type='html'>These are things that I really like doing in my spare time...its about as up to date as it can be and fairly honest.These are in no particular order.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving doing reviews for the paper that I am working for...I don't pay for the tickets and have a good night out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New information...although sometimes (most of the time) it can pretty overwhelming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing nothing and trying to get my brain to be a sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you have previously read I am homeworking till about 9 at night and after that I am really enjoying cuddling up with hubby on the couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and cherish those moments that Theo is playing and I just watch him..he doesn't seem to be aware of anything else other than the toy he is playing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewing people...so many varied characters, so many varied stories to hear, no one persons life story is the same as the next..wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, some kids shows....theo is getting to a really interesting TV stage!!! If he's not here, I sometimes still watch the shows...horrible histories rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it really interesting watching how my life is evolving at such a fast pace and where this path could lead me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating my own news articles and researching them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting by lines (this is where you have your name next to an article)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, my friends...I'm not enjoying the lack of time that I have for them right now...apologies my lovelies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shorthand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the notes app that i have on my mobile, although my moleskin will always be my first choice and is my partner in crime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addictive games on facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing, writing, writing, reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and music got lost for a while, but now we have found each other again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genuine love stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auto biographies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that I don't like or don't appreciate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rude people who couldn't give a toss how the speak to people or don't think before they speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the colour brown..although I love trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog poo on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ejit drivers who just pull out in front of you or turn with no indication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lies from people who you think wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who take the piss for the sake of it when it really isn't an appropriate time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immature people, grow up and act your age...again, time and place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when on public transport and people are talking just loud enough for them to let everyone know what their conversation is about...sorry don't know you, don't wanna know about your life...private conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the English language....swear words need not be used when there are soooo many other words to use...expressive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas, sorry, kind of guilty...I am one of those people that like gossip, celebrity...sigh, a darker side to my character...it pains me to admit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-983242567822299?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/983242567822299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-to-know-me-bit-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/983242567822299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/983242567822299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-to-know-me-bit-better.html' title='Getting to know me a bit better'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-8315229259282303854</id><published>2009-10-07T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:41:17.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>every girl needs a pair of red shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SszfUvwim6I/AAAAAAAAADk/xhWTEkf1bFc/s1600-h/P1050256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SszfUvwim6I/AAAAAAAAADk/xhWTEkf1bFc/s400/P1050256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389928401566079906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been mentally busy recently, my days are just slipping by and I am struggling to remember what I did 2 days ago.  This is not a good thing when each college lesson brings new information that I am supposed to be retaining...hmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that I had a one to one with my tutor today and he said that I was doing really brilliantly and my projected shorthand score is 100 words per minute...you are basically un-employable as a journalist unless you have the magic 100!!...just wondering where they got that projection from but, but hey, who am I to complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical day for me right now is&lt;br /&gt;7am up to the sound of "need a poo" - thanks Theo, I will sooo remind you of this when you are drunk at the age of 18 and are saying this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 8.30am Up, coffee, Theo breakfasted, dressed, teeth brushed, both his and my lucnhes made, me dressed teeth brushed, comb dragged through my bed hair, some sort of make-up on, check bag make sure have all files and homework to be handed in out the door and into car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.50am will have dropped Theo off at school, no time to wait for the whistle to be blown to take him into school, have to dump him in the playground, feel like a crappy mother but lets face it, when I am there he pays me no attention as he is "hanging with his mates"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.05am have arrived at college and will hopefully have found a decent enough parking space that I can get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.10am in class, have got stuff out of bag...bugger, at this point I always need the loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.15am class starts...still haven't landed on planet earth yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm ish Out of college, drive home and walk down to school, if I didn't park and then go get him I will have had no exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm cooking dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.00pm Nathan home, eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 5-7pm spend time with my son, reading, playing etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm Nath takes Theo to bed, I start homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pmish finish homework, can now communicate with my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm have fallen asleep on the couch and have to be rudely wakened by husband trying to get me to move my ass upstairs and into bed (I can appreciate the kindness now but at the time I really really wanna tell him where to go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30 am in bed and am asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as you can see, every minute of my day now has a structure and is accounted for in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo highly strung last week that I simply HAD to do something to relax me...ahhh the magic hands of Holly my beauty therapist...god bless facials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my facial I felt relaxed and ready to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facial got me thinking about feeling good about oneself as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence SHOULD come from the inside but lets face it, sometimes us girls need a little extra pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am wearing new under ware, an outfit that I feel makes me look OK, my hair is doing what I wanted it to do and I have shoes that look nice but also don't kill my feet...this combination hardly ever happens all at the same time, this is the a pick me up...so what about one thing in the whole ensemble..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RED SHOES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red shoes are fun, can be a little bit sexy and always make me feel smiley for the day.  I catch them in my perferal vision as I walk and they are a reminder to myself that I am all woman, but with a wicked side too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that red shoes go with most outfits, you can play them down with jeans, wear them to the office, or dress them up to go out in..they should be girly, if sparkles on all the better (think Dorothy)...but most of all they should make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I think every girl should own a pair of red shoes...for those times when your feeling stressed, they are a reminder to just chill...if your feeling a little down, red is a great pick me up colour, if your feeling confident, you can stride with pride my friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is my latest pair of red shoes...in saying that red shoes go with everything, I may wait to wear these little numbers as I want to wear them with something that will show them off to perfection!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO my question / thought for this entry is, when was the last time you wore a pair of red shoes....or what is your "pick me up" technique?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-8315229259282303854?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/8315229259282303854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-girl-needs-pair-of-red-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8315229259282303854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8315229259282303854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-girl-needs-pair-of-red-shoes.html' title='every girl needs a pair of red shoes'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SszfUvwim6I/AAAAAAAAADk/xhWTEkf1bFc/s72-c/P1050256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-4167755735853032976</id><published>2009-09-23T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:54:51.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>I have been at college now for nearly 2 weeks and already my head is swimming with writing do's and don't's, the Constitution, the monarchy, shorthand, web design.....as i said aarrrggghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have to say I am loving it!!!  My wrist is really aching today from all the notes that I have taken and there is to be no let up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly did not think there was soooo much law and public affairs that a journalist have to take into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I new that newspaper writing is a style all on its own, but there are more rules and regulations than you can shake a stick out...hmmm I think I will impart some knowledge...did you know that the media cannot name a rape victim for their entire life...all the other details are fair game as long as you don't write anything that can be seen as libel or contempt of court by publication and that we have some give in the libel issue because of a "special privilege" given to us by government...ha..get me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also write all manner of things in short hand like bum, sexy sexy, dick, mum, bum, shall is written with just one letter...oh good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we do all the academic stuff and have a giggle doing it (apparently I ask really good intelligent questions...who new!!) and then for lunch someone has an Ipod with speakers and we all go to the grass area and sit around and have good quality conversation like Fritz and then the price of childcare, to the Beatles..all good with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are such a diverse range of people that we simply just get along and are becoming friends but we are all slightly weird in our own little ways!!  I would love to tell tales but I could be sued in a Civil case, which is heard by a jury and then they will get me to pay court fees and a fine laid down by the jury...bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all my new knowledge where can I have a right good old English moan...ha fail you I won't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond tired, when my alarm goes off in the morning I could swear that I have only been asleep for 5 minutes...I am reading and doing homework till about 8-9pm every night and yet still feel like I am being left behind, My wrist is really aching, notepads are going to  cost me so much I may take out shares (have already been through one book), AND I feel like poo, I have the onset of a cold but there is no way that I can take any time off....we cover sooo much in one lesson that to miss one would be severe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT EVEN WITH THE MOAN, I am still loving it.  As I said, I really didn't appreciate how much journalist actually needed to know but by knowing gaining this new information I feel my eyes opening to all kinds of things and feel the power of knowledge beneath my wings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question / thought for this entry is...what was the ultimate piece of knowledge you ever had, do you remember who gave the information and is it something you use on a regular basis???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-4167755735853032976?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/4167755735853032976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/09/arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4167755735853032976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4167755735853032976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/09/arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh.html' title='arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-1910074730078247122</id><published>2009-09-16T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:25:42.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all gone a bit mental and rather sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SrEtb-lE7BI/AAAAAAAAADc/XStvaOJVTxM/s1600-h/P1030617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SrEtb-lE7BI/AAAAAAAAADc/XStvaOJVTxM/s400/P1030617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382132988362681362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Ruby blue, forever in our hearts, forever missed x x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house, since Friday, has just gone mental.  One of more poor feline babies got stung on his paw and was swollen to double its normal size!  Straight down the vet who said that he had had an allergic reaction to what ever had stung him.  An over night stay later and he was good to come home.  Lots of fuss and lovin was made of him and I have to say he was loving it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday afternoon the poor thing came in looking, well, high is the only way I can describe it and breathing like he was on 40 fags a day...sooo distressed.  We decided leaving taking him to the vets and Nath would do it in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday night came and I was very very nervous about starting college the next day.  Stress before I even walked through the door of college.  I am the worlds biggest wimp when it comes to parking my car, I just don't do it if I can get out of it.  Theo's school is on a very narrow street where drop off time is crazy busy and then I had to get to college and park there and so be on my merry way....lost half a stone on sweat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through the morning I get a call from nathan saying that there really wasn't anything they could do for my poor cat Ruby.  he had been run over and all of his internal organs had been shunted upwards hence the breathing.  Right, ok, be strong, get through the form filling at college and then break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that we would have a little funeral for Ruby and I got a red rose bush to plant by the grave.  You have to understand that Ruby was Theo's cat and I have to admit that I really didn't know how to tell the poor kid.  nath came home early and we both picked him up from school and told him when we got back home.  It was soooo sad, we all just sat there and wept for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nath went to dig a hole in the garden and then Theo and I went out.  Nath placed the cat in the hole, he just looked like he was curled up asleep...totally heart wrenching.  We put a rose over him.  Theo and I turned away while nath covered him, I thought that was one sight that theo really didn't need to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said our good byes and that was that.  We all came in and just sat and balled our eyes out....I never ever want an evening like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is though, He lived in our conservatory and every time I went out there he would stretch out and welcome me with the loudest purr I have ever heard.  I find it hard to go out there now, and we still have 3 feed bowls as we can't get rid of the 3rd just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is all I expected it to be.  Yes I am the fattest girl and yes I am the oldest one there, but do you know what, I don't feel out of place as we have all rather quickly made friends and are all on the same path...I am really enjoying it!!&lt;br /&gt;It's full on with heaps of homework (of which I am supposed to be doing right now).  My favourite subject so far HAS to be shorthand!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...Hows your week been, any traumas????!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-1910074730078247122?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/1910074730078247122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-all-gone-bit-mental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1910074730078247122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1910074730078247122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-all-gone-bit-mental.html' title='it&apos;s all gone a bit mental and rather sad'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SrEtb-lE7BI/AAAAAAAAADc/XStvaOJVTxM/s72-c/P1030617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-1069992144134771636</id><published>2009-09-08T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:56:47.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of year one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SqYUTbhIBXI/AAAAAAAAADU/i8upRfRvCQg/s1600-h/P1050193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SqYUTbhIBXI/AAAAAAAAADU/i8upRfRvCQg/s400/P1050193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379009128977401202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decided to take the whole of the summer off with my son I did so with trepidation.  How were we going to get on?  Did we have enough to fill our time? would we drive each other crazy? could I handle having that much responsibility for all that time?  At the end of the day, he's my son, my gold, the light of my life, and with all those questions, one feeling wiped them all out....excitement.  &lt;br /&gt;The last time I spent that much time with my 5 year old child was when he was born and I was on maternity leave with him...how crap is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have enough to fill our days, more than enough even.  We seem to have done loads but not done anything!!  We had a blast and it was like getting to know him all over again, of course I know him, but now we have this connection...its really hard to explain it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All summer we have spend messing around and getting dirty and hanging out in shorts, so when a bit of a chill was nipping the air, I put him in jeans...what I want to know is who and when did someone put my son on a stretching machine????&lt;br /&gt;All his trousers that fitted him in July now don't even rest on his ankles...serious shopping time.  His feet have grown one and a half sizes...so off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what a laugh we had that day!!!!  we spent a fortune on clothes, pants, socks, shoes, jumpers, t-shirts, shirts...you name it, we got it.&lt;br /&gt;We got him a new "Ben 10 Alien force" drink bottle, lunch bag and sports kit bag, so he was one happy bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the day he went back to school to year one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been up since silly O'clock advising Nathan and I of all the things that need to happen before he can go to school...I think the words uttered by us as we lay half asleep was "will that child never shut up" and "oh my lord, help me get through this morning without going mad", you know that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;We gave in at about 6.45am, he then proceeded to tell me which new clothes he wanted to wear, what he wanted for lunch, to remind me to get some pumps for his gym bag, also to get a present for a friends birthday party, when is the party....all this was said without taking a breath and all whilst trying to eat breakfast...I didn't need to join the conversation, I couldn't because A) I hadn't landed on planet earth yet and B) It was moving whey to quick for me to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to leave the house until 8.30, by 8.15 I had spoken just a few words...teeth, dressed, hang on a minute....took my time feeding the animals just for a bit of a break from wired child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8.25 he was running through his checklist of all the stuff we needed to take...hmmpph I thought, and who's going to carry all this stuff?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was in reception, we could drop him off in class, make sure he had someone and something to play with and could go on our merry way with the sound knowledge that he was happy and ok for the day ahead...I liked that, it made me feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a different story.&lt;br /&gt;It hadn't even crossed my mind that us parents would not be allowed in the class, so when the whistle went and they marched the children into the school I became rather over-whelmed with it all, much more so than this time last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby, waved, smiled and off he went with his "mates".  "see ya mummy, hope you have a great day", and was gone, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, sitting in my toy explosion of a house, all misty eyed and alone with no child to laugh with, no one to watch Harry Potter with and only myself to look after for the next week until I start college on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really looking forward to having this time to myself and now all I want is my son...sniff sniff...when did he get all grown up on me???? (I now have a tear in my eye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said this morning that he was a bit nervous but was also excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very proud of my son, he is facing this new year with a smile and a skip in his step and whilst other children had a shock when mummy or daddy wouldn't be going into the class room, Theo held my hand gave it a bit of a squeeze and smiled and said "if I can, do you want me to draw you a picture today Mummy because I love you".  I love him and already miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All summer, every now and again, he would ask a question about having a new class and a new teacher and I would answer them with the truth.  I new to a certain degree he was a bit nervous, but didn't know really what about.  So the other day we were playing and I just chatted with him about things and he asked some more questions and asked me if I was going to be alright without him, which I took as is he going to be ok without me, So I answered in a way which was indirectly aimed at him.  I think by this point he had had enough of Mummy and wanted to see all his friends again, we had seem them over the summer but they are school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought / question for this entry is how have your children handled the new school year and if you don't have any, do you remember how you coped???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-1069992144134771636?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/1069992144134771636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-year-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1069992144134771636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1069992144134771636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-year-one.html' title='first day of year one'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SqYUTbhIBXI/AAAAAAAAADU/i8upRfRvCQg/s72-c/P1050193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-7547541634752586132</id><published>2009-09-03T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:25:30.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a very proud Mummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/Sp_C7NGUzYI/AAAAAAAAADM/IpJwzJCcDLk/s1600-h/P1050044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/Sp_C7NGUzYI/AAAAAAAAADM/IpJwzJCcDLk/s400/P1050044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377230802487922050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has a fear...of going under water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From when he was born he loved going in the bath, adored it and he used to shake with excitement when I took him for his bath.  However, should i even get close to washing his hair he would have the biggest fit ever.&lt;br /&gt;Even now at the age of nearly 6 I have to hold his head up so that he doesn't feel afraid of getting water in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on in the summer holidays I booked him in for swimming lessons hoping that this would help gain confidence in the water. He loves swimming and he finds splashing Mummy highly amusing, but should I attempt to splash him he will go mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swimming teacher had the children jumping into the water, he wouldn't do it....he was great in the fact that he would do all the other stuff and he came on leaps and bounds with his swimming but still wouldn't get his face or head wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a rather boring day so we decided to go swimming, and walk there...its a long way, but its what he wanted to do, so off we went.  Along the way he said he was going to go under water...I know its sounds crappy but I really didn't believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got there and we were having a nice time messing about and stuff and I gently reminded him that he said he was going to dunk his head.  He gave me a look that was pure challenging!!! he slowly got lower and lower in the water until his eyes were covered and jumped up shouting "I did it i did it"...well done said I the encouraging mother that I try to be, and then I just said "but the top of your head is still dry", off he went again, after about 5 times he went fully under...I was nearly crying with pride!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made this even more special was the swimming teacher was there on the side and Theo only noticed her after he had fully submerged!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was that, I hardly saw him above the water the whole time we were there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was a bit disappointing though was Nathan wasn't there for that magical moment, but we are going to go swimming tomorrow afternoon so he can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know to some parents, the thought of their child going under water is an every swimming day experience and to others it may fill them with dread, but me...I'm proud of this because it means my son is moving on and won't retain this fear into later life and that to me is worth everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question / thought for this entry is...how has your child (or other family member) made you proud this week???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-7547541634752586132?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/7547541634752586132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-very-proud-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7547541634752586132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7547541634752586132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-very-proud-mummy.html' title='I am a very proud Mummy'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/Sp_C7NGUzYI/AAAAAAAAADM/IpJwzJCcDLk/s72-c/P1050044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-5547158718682827375</id><published>2009-08-28T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:06:10.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an entry (of sorts)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SpeZTxLdrhI/AAAAAAAAADE/ou5AgFASXF0/s1600-h/P1040890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SpeZTxLdrhI/AAAAAAAAADE/ou5AgFASXF0/s400/P1040890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374933245187960338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness have I been really really busy recently!!!!  Apologies for not adding an entry recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the balloon fiesta and had the best time, I have to say that for the whole day I reverted to the age of about 7...one very valid reason for this...the red arrows.&lt;br /&gt;As a child, every year my parents took my brother and I to a local air show and the red arrows performed the most amazing aerobatics...incredible.&lt;br /&gt;So when the red arrows came whooshing threw the air I almost wet myself with glee.  They are everything and more that I remember as a child.  This time had an added little touch though, the gentleman on the tannoy system allowed us a treat of listening to what was being said in the actual planes!!!  the planes were going straight up in the air and what came over the tannoy was "whooohoooohoooo thems the g-force" I was crying with laughter (from all this you can imagine that Nathan was the parent of Theo and I at this point).&lt;br /&gt;Then came the balloons lift....wow.  During the day the arena seemed huge, then the balloons came in and all of a sudden it became rather small...with 98 hot air balloons inflating and taking off, again wow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the decorated tent went down a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back for a week doing washing and packing for a week down in Cornwall....oh my beloved Cornwall.  Now my love for the county was really tested this holiday as the weather was atrocious, wet wet wet...and then some wind for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;I really did pack shorts and summer dresses in the lean expectancy of good weather...foolish I know.&lt;br /&gt;But we had a brilliant week.  My sister-in-law is pregnant with her 3rd child and if anyone suits being pregnant, its Kate.  To put her life into perspective at the moment, she has sold her house and they move today, they are borrowing an aunts 2 bed flat, they are going to build their own home, her husband has handed his notice in at work and will be doing a change of career as a tree surgeon and then her eldest daughter goes to secondary school in 1 week!! and I thought I had to juggle things!!&lt;br /&gt;We went for beautiful walks, we went to Marizion and had fish and chips on the beach, I met a real life artist and got all star struck (big fan)..Nannette Martin. And we went SHOPPING!!! Theo wasn't going to bed till about 9.30 every night as he was far to busy playing with his cousins...limited child care required!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are back and I am really trying to concentrate on shedding weight before I start college in 2 weeks...still don't want to be the fat, eldest student.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have the responsibility of creating a miniature garden with Theo to enter at the local veg fair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when I write this all down it doesn't seem to be that much but the time has gone somewhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to you my friends who read my blog and I hope you are all enjoying the "summer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY question / thought for this entry is..what have you been up to recently and did you enjoy it????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-5547158718682827375?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/5547158718682827375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/08/entry-of-sorts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/5547158718682827375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/5547158718682827375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/08/entry-of-sorts.html' title='an entry (of sorts)'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SpeZTxLdrhI/AAAAAAAAADE/ou5AgFASXF0/s72-c/P1040890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-2404681858256939004</id><published>2009-08-07T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T06:48:08.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond excited!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been looking forward to this weekend for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 years ago, my husband and I became aware of the Bristol hot air balloon fiesta.  Its a weekend of hundreds of balloon's in one place taking off twice a day, the fiesta has a massive market, red arrows fly over and in general promises to be a rather brilliant weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for every year we have known about the fiesta we have deliberated on going, some years we have just plain forgot and since Theo has been able to walk, we decided that he was not strong enough to walk for that amount of time without being picked up (as soon as he could walk there was no physical was he was getting into a stroller).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year however we are going, and I am like a child.  I love the mystical-ness of hot air balloon's, the way they glide across the sky, I adore the fantastical strange shapes that some are and I love the colourful ones best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a tent and now have all the kit...to describe....&lt;br /&gt;The tent is, I suppose, kind of dome shaped from the outside and is blue.  You walk under awning and into a "lounge area" (this my affection name for it) which is about 6ft by 6ft.  On either side is a room both exactly the same size and big enough to fit a double air bed in and not much more.&lt;br /&gt;So its a tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kit we have is a double gas burning stove, a fold-away-table, cooking equipment and utensils, red (Theo's favourite colour) plastic cutlery and crockery and of course the air beds with sleeping bags...Theo in his (red) and us in the other room in our double sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;A camping excursion right????   wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, this camping trip will be a tent with a bit of fun.  I have made bunting to go on the guide ropes at the front, I have made flowers to go round the legs of the table and Theo has put glow in the dark star stickers onto a massive piece of paper which will be hung in his area.  I have 2 picnic blankets, one will be used for its intended purpose and the other will serve as a rug for the "lounge area".  I have tea light holders that are like lanterns on sticks and, because I always get annoyed at flies getting into the tent, I have 4 citronella candles to light in the evening at the front of the tent!!!! - &lt;br /&gt;I am over excited at this point and have running around all day making sure that we have got everything...and now, as I sit and type this poised on the edge of my seat, watching the clock not moving, I await my darling husbands home coming.  The man is not gonna know what hit him when he walks through that door...I want / need / have to be outta here asap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love camping...why should it all be about communal showers and and going for a wee in a bush????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo excited about the whole experience, the tent decorating and of course the balloon fiesta, I hope to get heaps of photo's with my now dried out camera (a long story which I couldn't tell before as it just made me cry and I may reveal my stupidity another time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought / question for this entry is....what did you make fun that should have been slightly mundane???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-2404681858256939004?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/2404681858256939004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/08/excited-is-not-word-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/2404681858256939004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/2404681858256939004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/08/excited-is-not-word-of-day.html' title='Beyond excited!!!'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-8017234995228303905</id><published>2009-08-04T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:28:29.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and we had a great time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SniX-OBMWgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-ubA0znqVoU/s1600-h/P1040668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SniX-OBMWgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-ubA0znqVoU/s400/P1040668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366206051182729730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decided to quit my job in ready for my course, the decision was made to enhance my summer and spend it with my son.&lt;br /&gt;I had visions of us spending lazy days at the park with a picnic of delicious juicy fruits (to cool us down) and a football and maybe a kite on windy days.&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't foresee was a wet summer...a very wet summer...am not a happy bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have spent days cutting, sticking, painting, making, baking, and watching dvd's...not the summer sun I had dreamt of, and I am very quickly running out of rainy day activities (all suggestions gratefully received).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooohoooo, yesterday was a very nice day, so with my husbands hard earned cash in hand we went to the brilliant Warwick castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ALWAYS have a really great time there.  We buy swords as soon as we can and in between shows we sword fight, my knuckles get bruised and I inevitably ask him a million times to be a bit more gentle with Mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw golden eagles, vultures, a fire eating jester, 4 knights doing battle for the hand of the princess, he threw rats through a hoop, we saw 2 men trying to kill each other in sword to sword combats, we were entertained by an archer and we watched the worlds largest trebuchet do its thing at 150 mph!.  The sun was shining and our smiles were broad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo and I were also knighted.  We had to do various swordsmanship and charge and stuff whilst wearing armoured helmets and having fits of giggles in the ahhhhhh of whacking the swords on the post (sure there is a more technical term but whacking it will do for me!)  See the photo for Theo doing is whacking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning however was yet more bloody rain. I mean really, where is it all coming from?  It's not as though we have had an amazing dry spell to warrant all the rain is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to my concerns about the weather, we are supposed to be camping this weekend at Bristol's hot air balloon fiesta.  I don't mind camping when its raining, its the getting the tent up in the rain and everything getting wet before you've even begun.  I have very attractive wellies which are very comfy and I think will be used a lot this weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question / thought for this entry is...how are you combating the rain boredom with your kids this "summer" holiday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-8017234995228303905?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/8017234995228303905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-we-had-great-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8017234995228303905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8017234995228303905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-we-had-great-time.html' title='and we had a great time'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SniX-OBMWgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-ubA0znqVoU/s72-c/P1040668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-4536575584599948670</id><published>2009-07-26T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:09:44.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an un-expected brilliant weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/Smy2liGdIEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sFTsiQWxsrA/s1600-h/P1040559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/Smy2liGdIEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sFTsiQWxsrA/s400/P1040559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362862012216713282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un-expected because I fully expected to spend the weekend on the couch, I have badly bruised the ligaments and tendons holding my right knee cap in place (falling down concrete steps).  This was done on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Having had swine flu, I can not spend anymore time on my couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with Theo at my parents house for the weekend and with NHS walking stick at my aid, Nathan and I set off for Warwick Folk Festival, my favourite past time was promptly embarked upon..rambling through on old book shop...I love the smell, the feeling and the stock!! Books were bought at extortionate prices, but a smile was playing on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fine dinner at home (after the normal specified set time that a child dictates) and had a really nice, if somewhat painful, evening together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went back to Warwick for hmmmmm brunch.  An anti pasta was had whilst watching morris dancers do their thing in the rain..hahaha..smug feeling, warm with coffee, good food and best of all, dry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to go and pick up Theo who was wired with tiredness.  most people get grouchy or upset or just fall asleep when tired...not Theo, he goes into hyper mode.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that we had a "fun" afternoon and evening ahead of us, we decided on a pleasant nature walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home for wet weather gear and our camera's, off we set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we set out it wasn't raining, just very windy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most relaxing walk EVER.  We stopped and listed for the wind in the trees and compared it to the noise of waves breaking, we listened to the bird song, we looked at the tracks to see what we could make out in them - birds feet, dog paws, horse hoofs and different sized human treads.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped in the bird watch den and saw a heron feeding.&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain and it was simply glorious.  Everything seemed do dive for shelter but the rain soaked leaves glistened and shone, the water hitting the river made ripples in the murky water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a complete amateur photographer and do it for my very own pleasure, I used to take my camera everywhere when Nathan first bought it for me, but somehow I got out of the habit.  But when you are intent on taking pictures of small little flowers and trying to get a good picture of the rain in the water...you do tend to see things that you wouldn't if you just went for a rambling walk (well I wouldn't anyway). (for some really excellent photography, please please go to http://www.chookooloonks.com/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a bad knee I had to set the pace and it was a slow pace through the woods.&lt;br /&gt;We got wet through, we got muddy and a little chilly, but we all had a really good nature walk and promised that as long as its not torrential rain, we would come out at least once a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-4536575584599948670?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/4536575584599948670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-expected-brilliant-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4536575584599948670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4536575584599948670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-expected-brilliant-weekend.html' title='an un-expected brilliant weekend'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/Smy2liGdIEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sFTsiQWxsrA/s72-c/P1040559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-8768091706177691752</id><published>2009-07-23T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:50:19.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Thursday - to my friends</title><content type='html'>Recently I decided that I like who I am.  &lt;br /&gt;This may seem strange to some that at the grand old age of 32, I have only just realized it, but there we go!!!..This is what I came up with....I am a nice person, I like who I am and what I do and generally what I am all about, because I know who I am - I don't need someone telling me, I know what I do makes me happy and I don't have the dread of going to work in the morning, I understand me and appreciate my likes and dislikes and I don't need to be a chameleon to fit with someone else - and because I felt the need to scrutinise myself makes me think of all of my dear friends that would say exactly the right thing had I told them the situation I found myself in...so it is for this reason that I dedicate this Love Thursday to each and every friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends out there, I thank you from the bottom of my soul for always being "there" for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore meeting new people and sharing experiences with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to a friends house to attend a clothes swapping party.  You may have heard of these, basically you grab a heap of clothes intended for the charity shop, take them to said party and literally dump them on a table!!  it was such a hoot and came back with clothes that about 7 other women had tried on and some that I would never look at in a shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some really funny, wity and adorably people last night who just made the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an element of frenzy when we all dumped our clothes onto the table, but it soon calmed down and once some vino was drunk we were all trying on things that were too big / too small or just down right dangerous for us to wear!!  But it was all done with a lot of teasing a massive dose of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold all my friends on a pedestal for all of their individual perfections, I have a friend who moved from London to little old leamington - she Knew no one and had 2 kids to get into school and take care of...she is now one of the happiest people I know...another friend moved to Spain and is such a dedicated mother that she is coming back so her daughter can do more studying over here and doesn't want to be without her....another friend recently gave up EVERYTHING to follow a dream - and a bloody good life she is leading now...another friend is just perfectly calm in any given situation nothing seems to faze her....so many people, so many personalities I find each and every one of them special and I couldn't survive without all of their gossip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this love thursday goes out to all of my friends that I have known, know now and will know in the future - I take my hat off to you all...and thanks for sharing you life with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-8768091706177691752?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/8768091706177691752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-thursday-to-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8768091706177691752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8768091706177691752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-thursday-to-my-friends.html' title='Love Thursday - to my friends'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-4320888934601624582</id><published>2009-07-20T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:15:58.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a homage to my husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SmTehb6oe0I/AAAAAAAAACk/hmT7QIPQsI4/s1600-h/wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SmTehb6oe0I/AAAAAAAAACk/hmT7QIPQsI4/s400/wedding1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360654122488462146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a corny picture of us - check out the 5 month pregnancy belly!!!)(scanned so please excuse the picture quality!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been married for 6 glorious years today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love has moulded, evolved and grew with us as 2 individual people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous life, I had a very turbulent time with regards to men and when I moved to London I was basically running away from a bad situation.&lt;br /&gt;I got transferred there within my job and had only ever visited London about 3 times and knew absolutely no-one there.  The person who gave me the job advised me to speak to someone called Nathan about finding somewhere to live, so I did and he helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I moved to London and started work, I obviously wanted to meet him.  My initial reaction was that he was very skinny and dorky looking, he says that he thought I had a nice rack and a decent pair of legs!!!&lt;br /&gt;To cut a very long story short, we hooked up about 2 weeks later and when I look back I fell for him hook line and sinker straight away!&lt;br /&gt;I bullied, cajoled and bribed him and eventually we moved in to our first flat together and our relationship has gone from strength to strength.&lt;br /&gt;We have never ever looked back and we have gone from one adventure to another. &lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong we have had our moments, but that's all they have been is moments.  I pride our relationship on many things and not arguing is a big one.  We can talk things out, yes it may get a little heated at times but I cant remember a time that we have had an all out slanging match saying things that we will regret later.&lt;br /&gt;If one of us has done something to upset the other, we don't let it fester, we immediately say something to get it over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;We have sooo much in common, yet still have our own interests. We are both unique yet we are as one.  And our love has no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that one person was made for another, now I do.&lt;br /&gt;I trust him, I adore him, I worship the ground he walks on, he is my "sex on legs", in short - Nathan is my everything and I couldn't be me without him.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have a romantic bone in his entire body, but he doesn't need to...its the little things that matter to me.  He will go to the shops and will bring me back flowers, he will call me in the middle of the day just to say Hi, every morning - without fail, he will bring me a cup of coffee in bed, he will look at me when I am feeling ugly and tell me I am beautiful and he will be really honest when I ask does my bum look big in this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him for all that he is and not all that he could be.  I think some women try to change their men into not watching the footie as much or to take them shopping and get mad at their man for not having fun.  I married the man because I fell for him just the way he is...who has the right to change perfection???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with great honour and with a gratified tear in my eye that I say thank you Nathan for choosing me to be your wife, and thank you for the life we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-4320888934601624582?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/4320888934601624582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/07/homage-to-my-husband.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4320888934601624582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4320888934601624582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/07/homage-to-my-husband.html' title='a homage to my husband'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SmTehb6oe0I/AAAAAAAAACk/hmT7QIPQsI4/s72-c/wedding1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-8682464193216179111</id><published>2009-07-09T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:21:33.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love on love Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SlW2lvG8A1I/AAAAAAAAACc/lbbeLl5iRAE/s1600-h/P1040348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SlW2lvG8A1I/AAAAAAAAACc/lbbeLl5iRAE/s400/P1040348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356388091244053330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a deep down dark secret that some would say isn't as deep down as I may think....I love, adore and whoop for joy at ....... weddings.&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those sad people that Love looking at wedding pictures and I cry at weddings, be it a family member getting hitched or a friend or even on TV...I cry with proper tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one might be forgiven if you think that at my own wedding I was a blubbering wreck...on the contrary my dear friends, I laughed, the whole way through!&lt;br /&gt;I laughed whilst walking the isle, I laughed whilst saying the vows, I was almost hysterical when I said my husbands very long name, in fact, the only time I shed a tear is when a very dear friend read a poem for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved my wedding day for the fact that all of my nearest and very dearest were there to celebrate with us.  We had about 30 people there as we only wanted people there who would celebrate our exchange of vows and not just there for a party.  It was a beautiful day and everyone says they still talk about it.  I was 5 months pregnant and I am thankful that in some small way my son was present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the evening, after a large amount of alcohol was drunk (not by me), I was getting tired so went for a little lie down (we got married and had the reception at the green bank hotel in Falmouth), when I got back into the reception the band were doing "you can leave your hat on"  About 6 male friends were dancing and parading as though they were in the full monty film!!! classic, we have it all recorded to add to their shame!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where Love on love Thursday comes in....&lt;br /&gt;I have a few friends that are in serious relationships and I am desperate for them to get engaged so I can start planning!!!  I also add that I have never ever been a bridesmaid (being 2 and stumbling up the isle in a very pink and very frilly dress does not count) and so I am desperate to be a matron of honour.  I drop subtle hints like, "I would look fantastic in an empire full length green dress" and "I have the best hen days plan", subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dedicate this love Thursday not necessarily to those little things that have made ME appreciate life this week, but to all those people that have new love, the kind of love that is all consuming in passion and exploration of a partners mind and sole.  The sort of thing that makes your stomach lurch at the very thought and is both exciting and scary all at the same time.  The sort of love that I still have for my husband.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its our 6 th wedding anniversary next week and we have been together for 10 years this week.  i love that man more than I care to express, I don't always show it but I worship the ground that man walks on, I love watching him sleep as I know when he is asleep he is care free, I love to have him cuddle me all up as I feel so safe in his arms, I love the way he makes me tingle with desire and I love the way he looks at me....I simply love Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is to your my "in love" friends.  For those of you who have never had this love, you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-8682464193216179111?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/8682464193216179111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-on-love-thursday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8682464193216179111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8682464193216179111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-on-love-thursday.html' title='love on love Thursday'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SlW2lvG8A1I/AAAAAAAAACc/lbbeLl5iRAE/s72-c/P1040348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-1543004392249938140</id><published>2009-07-02T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:39:05.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm being tested for swine flu</title><content type='html'>Remember the other day when I was bragging and I mentioned that I have a "sniffle"?&lt;br /&gt;well that sniffle has turned into big flu.  I ache - everywhere...I would laugh if I didn't think my head would split open in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband called NHS direct yesterday to see about the whole swine flu thing and very non committal the nurse said that she would sent out a testing kit - by post, it may get sent it may not!!  I wonder how many cases of swine flu have gone un detected because the kit hasn't been sent.  Apparently you have to stick some sort of pipette up your nasal canal, take a sample and then post it back...ergh, I have lots of stuff in my nasal canal that I can take a sample of!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My symptoms are as follows...my head has a lightening bolt of pain going thru it every time I move my head...I feel like putting a tampon into each nasal passage just to stop the flow of luminous green snot coming out, my shoulders ache, my back feels battered and bruised, i have lead legs and my feet feel like I have walked the length of the UK on them.  this is note a good time for me and no position that I sit or lie in is comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get down stairs this morning on my own as hubby was off to work (after doing the school run) He said that he would only go to work if i could get up to go to the toilet and also be able to get myself a drink and something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, i love a challenge.  needing a pee, I took the opportunity to prove that I am an independent 30 something and so off I went...got half way up stairs and needed to have a little rest, had my pee and was hungry so I decided to make myself some toast, so I managed to get myself down stairs...little rest on the couch...bread in toaster, buttered toast and sat down, this took about 20 minutes or so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmppphhhh toast smelt lovely, problem was I was too knackered and exhausted from my little escapade that I couldn't summon the energy to eat the goddam toast.  Hubby asked for the truth if I was gonna by OK for him to go to work...I cried, like a child...how pathetic is that...then the head splitting pain came back with a vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time of writing this is 9.31 and it has already been a fairly hectic day...I'm going to sleep now and will await the postman for my swine flu test kit..damn those bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought / question for this entry is...how are you today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-1543004392249938140?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/1543004392249938140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-being-tested-for-swine-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1543004392249938140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1543004392249938140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-being-tested-for-swine-flu.html' title='i&apos;m being tested for swine flu'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-4218250315144389022</id><published>2009-06-30T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T03:58:04.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bragging and I know it tra la la</title><content type='html'>It suddenly hit me yesterday that I have a damn near perfect life!!! But I must confess that I don't always appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the list of my appreciation of life, please note that it is NOT in order of importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have enough money to tide us over...don't get me wrong we aint rich by any means, but we are doing ok.&lt;br /&gt;I have a great son who is getting complements from his teachers, admittedly he can be a little bugger at times, but can't we all?&lt;br /&gt;I only work 2 afternoons a week plus one day till 3pm...so I have the work / life balance right.&lt;br /&gt;I have got the whole of the summer off to spend hanging with my son.&lt;br /&gt;I have some really exciting times ahead with training to be a journalist.&lt;br /&gt;My friends that I have around me are honourable, kind and supportive, and ALWAYS know what to say at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;My parents are the best parents that a person could wish for, again we have our moments but it would be boring without them!!!&lt;br /&gt;I adore my husband with a passion and worship the ground he walks on!  He is the most sexiest man in the world and understands my little "quirks", for instance, at the moment I have a little sniffle but am convinced that I have swine flu...he knows what I am like and just kind of kicks me up the ass a little.  He is also a very kind man (today I received a box of goodies from my favourite spa company!).&lt;br /&gt;My home is not as big as I would like but then I weigh up the house work that would be required for a bigger home...hmmm I'll stick with the size I have for now!&lt;br /&gt;My extended family are all really nice people who I get on with really well and I am proud to be their family from my brother to my in-laws...I hope I appreciate them all in their individual ways (I am sure they would tell me if I didn't!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to sum up my life, I am surrounded by love, friendship, kindness, laughter, seriousness when required, comfort and understanding...not bad for just one person eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought / question for this entry is...what are you thankful for TODAY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-4218250315144389022?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/4218250315144389022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-bragging-and-i-know-it-tra-la-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4218250315144389022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4218250315144389022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-bragging-and-i-know-it-tra-la-la.html' title='i&apos;m bragging and I know it tra la la'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-7945954877629297554</id><published>2009-06-29T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T04:00:58.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my big fantastic thrill</title><content type='html'>At new years I gave myself lots of challenges for this year...some have been gratefully forgotten and the subject of those will never be raised again, and others I am facing the challenge head on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I said that I really wanted to "try" 3 new sports this year...so far, I have tried jogging / running...it hurt my poor knees, the second one was done this weekend. ANd the third has yet to be explored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lived in our current abode for about 3 and a half years and when drive down the road we see sails...as in sailing boat sails.  On this side of them there are allotments and on the other side is a river and a leisure centre.  Countless times we have wondered where the heck are those boats sailing?  We checked the river and no boats...weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We googled all sorts of weird and wacky words to try and find out, and in the end we came across a yacht company within the vicinity of where the sails were.  So off we went for a walk one day to see if we could find it...nope...couldn't find a sailing club anywhere and short of climbing over someones garden fence we gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We contacted the club and to get there is basically down an alley way between 2 houses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we signed up and became members of said club yesterday (Sunday) and had the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have probably mentioned my crap driving of a car, but I am a slow extremely cautious driver, but on the water I found that I am an absolute speed freak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice gentleman took us out in his 3 man sailing boat and wow!!!  You know how you see the crew sitting on the edge of the boat as its nearly tipping up?? never in a million years did I ever think that I would be doing that...too much of a scardy cat...but there I was sitting rather happily on the side of this boat asking the bloke to go faster!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was my turn to take a little one man boat out...on my own...before yesterday I seriously didn't know one end of the boat from the other.  The only way that I was brave enough to go out was if the safety boat followed me...how kind of another gentleman to do this..he was issuing me instructions and I have to say a massive thank you to all the people that we met yesterday at the club because my son, husband and I had the most amount of fun!!! loved it and can see me seriously getting into this sailing malarkey!!! and I am more than a little proud of myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my thought / question for this entry is...what have you done recently that was both new and exciting???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-7945954877629297554?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/7945954877629297554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-big-fantastic-thrill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7945954877629297554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7945954877629297554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-big-fantastic-thrill.html' title='my big fantastic thrill'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-3939012541189366930</id><published>2009-06-26T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:21:32.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first girlfriend / boyfriend news</title><content type='html'>Do you remember your very first childhood sweetheart? &lt;br /&gt;Mine was a boy called Jonathon (his surname will remain unsaid).  We were "boyfriend and girlfriend" throughout primary school.  He was lovely and kind and made me feel very special.  I remember him coming to our house for tea and my Dad taking the mikey something rotten...I also think that along with my first boyfriend came my first feeling of embarrassment...thanks Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It transpires that my 5 year old son has a girlfriend...and a really pretty girl she is too..he has good taste, what can I say?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mum is the most beautiful woman, very fashionable, very friendly and a singer to boot..the woman has simply everything going for her!!  So Theo's girlfriend already has a husky voice, she is so polite and always a nice word to say...she is gonna be a great woman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo has been doing really well as school so I got him a couple of lollypops for when I picked him up from school today, his girlfriend was there and ....  ahhhh bless, he asked if he could give one to this little girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats also brilliant is that the girls mum is also actively encouraging the courtship as she says she is in love with Theo as well!!!...so my son is a little flirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next week there are going on there first little "date" to a soft play area...well that should be good for a giggle...he is about as boyish as they come and she is very girly..should be interesting to see them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my thought / question for this entry is do you remember your first "boyfriend or girlfriend" and how old were you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-3939012541189366930?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/3939012541189366930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-girlfriend-boyfriend-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/3939012541189366930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/3939012541189366930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-girlfriend-boyfriend-news.html' title='first girlfriend / boyfriend news'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-7599065241425615390</id><published>2009-06-18T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:48:15.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Thursday      very very proud of........me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/Sjn_QohfFgI/AAAAAAAAACU/9QKIWl51Yd4/s1600-h/P1040253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/Sjn_QohfFgI/AAAAAAAAACU/9QKIWl51Yd4/s400/P1040253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348586693700032002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for not writing sooner but I have been writing for a local paper and also seriously concentrating on my little books....no excuse, I know but there you have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I decided enough was enough and that I was going to get rid of my fatty body for ever.  I have played with diets in the last 2 years and to cut a very long story short, I couldn't be bothered and would loose about 2 pound come off the diet and then pile more weight on...a down ward spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Summer is here and heat we have been experiencing, but what to wear when one feels like an elephant, one can't cover up with big baggy jeans and an over sized jumper anymore....yes there have been tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the sort of person that gets down about their weight and then goes to the fridge to console herself, the simple fact of the matter is, I like junk food...love it and much prefer it to a plate of rabbit food (salad).  I like the quickness of takeaways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I made a direct decision last week to do it, once and for all.  So off I went to what I call "fat club", paid my money, got on the scales and very nearly fell back off them again!  I was officially the heaviest I have EVER been in my intire life (apart from when I was growing my son)...disgusted in myself doesn't quite cut it.  After the weigh in you have a bit of a chat, as a group, with the consultant.  The whole time I was sat there I just wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home really rather depressed and then it hit me, like a shining ray of "i get it".  If I was feeling so low about being fat and over weight,,,then do something about it!!!  and boy did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some situations have arose over the past week that I could easily gone back to my old ways....round a friends house and a pizza was ordered...yummmmm, but I raided my friends cupboards and resisted the pizza by eating healthy food...at a peace festival, everyone had ice creams...I resisted....I took my own lunch instead of getting food there....very very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt empowered this week, I have taken control back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was my first official weigh in and get this people...I LOST 5 POUNDS...I one week!!!!  Again, I nearly fell off the scales but for a good reason.&lt;br /&gt;The trick is now to keep up with it and keep going.  Granted I have wanted to eat crisps till they come out of my ears and eat chocolate till I own the Wonka factory, but control is where its at for me now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear friends, this love Thursday I am dedicating it to ones self.  Enjoy all of yourself and if you need to, take back that control and do what you need to do to make yourself happy and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave your love Thursday links or comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-7599065241425615390?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/7599065241425615390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-thursday-very-very-proud-ofme.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7599065241425615390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7599065241425615390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-thursday-very-very-proud-ofme.html' title='Love Thursday      very very proud of........me!'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/Sjn_QohfFgI/AAAAAAAAACU/9QKIWl51Yd4/s72-c/P1040253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-998125055735011438</id><published>2009-05-26T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:50:45.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>introvert or extrovert???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/ShwrqiKBVII/AAAAAAAAACM/pbMTRCCKwAg/s1600-h/P1040196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/ShwrqiKBVII/AAAAAAAAACM/pbMTRCCKwAg/s400/P1040196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340191267877901442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my lame photography of a golden statue in Brugge - sorry couldn't resist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week has been manic in my house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my birthday on Wednesday, which was fantastic and I was very spoilt by my beloved.&lt;br /&gt;Then the weekend bought beautiful weather and we managed to get and about.  We went to Mary Ardens house which is part of the Shakespeare trust and had the best day.  The trust put on a bit of a Tudor day and with the sunshine smiling down, it was a day filled with smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Now its half term and the weather is turning slightly (apparently tomorrow its going to rain - lots) so I am trying to fit heaps in, things that we have wanted to do for ages but have been too tired to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went swimming with one of my sons friends and his mother (of which I get on really well). &lt;br /&gt;Theo is such a cautious kid in so many ways but so extreme in others.  He will watch and wait and work things out before, or if, he tries it.  Sometimes he has done the thing before but will still get a bit nervous about it.&lt;br /&gt;Take our swimming outing for example, he has never ever liked getting his face wet, hates it and it really freaks him out.  He will not, under any circumstances "dunk" his head under water and if he goes down one of the water slides I have to catch him on the way down so he doesn't go under water.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, the friend that we went with today is exactly the same...and not just with swimming, but his little brother is fearless in the water, throws himself around and loves going under the water...complete opposite.&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about how siblings essentially come from the same genetic make-up but have such different personalities.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my big brother couldn't be more different if we tried...I'm rather intense but also (I like to think) extremely loyal, I am fairly out going and will try new things with excitement, I love meeting new people and I put my life out there for anyone to read...my brother on the other hand is a sit at home with his family sort of person, has few friends but has had those friends since school, he holds his cards very close to his chest...intensely private person.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, if we could have another child, what would their personality be???out extrovert or introvert??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I would describe myself as and an extrovert with slight introvert tendencies!! I like to think myself loyal, I like to think myself as someone who will go to great lengths for those that need it, I do try at these things and yes, sometimes I fail..but don't we all??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question / thought for this entry is...what are you..introvert or extrovert and why??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-998125055735011438?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/998125055735011438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/998125055735011438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/998125055735011438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-week.html' title='introvert or extrovert???'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/ShwrqiKBVII/AAAAAAAAACM/pbMTRCCKwAg/s72-c/P1040196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-8128741881849551778</id><published>2009-05-19T04:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:19:43.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ooohhh its my birthday</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is my birthday and I feel I need to explain a little about MY birthday.... kind of like the "rules", these are no particular order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have to have presents to open, I need some in the morning to start the day and then I expect some in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I expect everyone that I know to have a smile on there face as I don't want grumpy people bringing my happy mood down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I do no house work (which is why I am manic tidy person today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, I want cake, with candles, preferably chocolate sponge with chocolate icing with chocolates on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fifth rule of birthdays is to get pampered...big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tomorrow this is how the day will go...&lt;br /&gt;I will awake to my beautiful wishing me a happy birthday and my husband handing me my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Open gift/s and cards from my boys&lt;br /&gt;get ready and walk son to school&lt;br /&gt;Home to have a nice long hot bath and then do hair.&lt;br /&gt;Down to beauty spa for a back massage, facial and pedicure&lt;br /&gt;Home for some delicious food&lt;br /&gt;get son from school - play, giggle a lot&lt;br /&gt;husband home from work early&lt;br /&gt;he will cook and then eat more delicious food&lt;br /&gt;play with son some more and open presents - friends will probably pop round, if not see then at weekend&lt;br /&gt;put son to bed and then its time for me and husband to chill out and chat about me me me me me me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my birthday, its the one day of the year that is dedicated just to that person, where everyone can make a big fuss of them.  I have to admit that I go overboard when its one of my boys birthday - banners and balloons everywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy tomorrow with me people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought / question for the day is what special things to you demand on your birthday???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-8128741881849551778?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/8128741881849551778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/05/ooohhh-its-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8128741881849551778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8128741881849551778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/05/ooohhh-its-my-birthday.html' title='ooohhh its my birthday'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-4214878434086393062</id><published>2009-05-14T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:46:26.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy love Thursday ...this for our small world!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SgxjyBXLHdI/AAAAAAAAACE/exqtCbeJoLc/s1600-h/P1040209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SgxjyBXLHdI/AAAAAAAAACE/exqtCbeJoLc/s400/P1040209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335749369537437138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy late Love Thursday everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been an amazing week for me.&lt;br /&gt;16 years ago I went abroad for my very first time, this week I went abroad again...hmmm constant traveller (this is due to my claustrophobia).  My husband had to go to Germany with work so I went with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the ferry to Calais and then onto to Brugge for a visit and then onto where we were staying....very long journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like a child saying really mature things like "oohhh a French cow" and "oohhhh look a little  French farm house"...after the 3rd country I can safely say that this sort of this was no longer being said!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 countries in one day...knackering.  England, France, Belgium, Holland and then Germany...wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only got back yesterday so I am still very very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a complete adventure for me.  I spent the day on my own in a little town where hardly anyone could speak English and I felt very isolated and ignorant at times but was made to feel completely welcome by the town.  With lots of hand gestures and miming I managed to do rather alot of shopping and sight seeing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this love Thursday is to the small world that we live in and also to confidence one gets from doing something strange and rather difficult at times!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-4214878434086393062?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/4214878434086393062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-love-thursday-this-for-our-small.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4214878434086393062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4214878434086393062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-love-thursday-this-for-our-small.html' title='happy love Thursday ...this for our small world!!!'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SgxjyBXLHdI/AAAAAAAAACE/exqtCbeJoLc/s72-c/P1040209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-2037192855965012821</id><published>2009-04-30T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:39:44.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love Thursday - to my son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SflezTQ19VI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0FxXkwdOIAQ/s1600-h/P1030417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SflezTQ19VI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0FxXkwdOIAQ/s400/P1030417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330395869406950738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being on a high with life recently I have been a tad harsh on my boy, I think slightly hormonal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I haven't been a very good mother this past week and I think I have been a nagging / shouting / he can't do a damn thing right kind of mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I hate and loath the way he just says yeah instead of yes or lile instead of little...it grates on me when he drops sounds from his vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;He just drops clothes on the floor instead of putting them where they should go...things like that.  But the thing is he is just 5 years old and sometimes, because the child is soooo smart, I forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, whenever I go overboard on trying to keep him from doing something dumb and shout at him, straight away he just goes back to being his normal cheerful self without holding a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say cheerful self, I feel I ought to explain....the child is hardly ever grumpy and only gets grumpy when he is tired or really really doesn't want to do something.  From the moment he wakes up till the moment he goes to bed he is full of energy and life, into everything and is like a little sponge waiting to soak up all the experiences he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult, if someone says the wrong thing, or shouts at you for seemingly the smallest thing you get pissed off at that person and will probably react in a stoney silence with them or shout back or anything horrid like that...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with my son, if someone (like me) tells him off he doesn't always necessarily take it on board but he doesn't do the destructive behaviour that adults do, he just treats the person as though nothing happened...or says sorry...he is quick to tell me if he has done something wrong as I have a rule (which is sometimes very hard to keep) that if he tells me what he has done he will not get told off...sometimes if he has friends over he is very quick to tell on them which is slightly worrying for future reference but right now..he is just 5 and cannot distinguish between telling me sonething he has done or telling on someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy my 5 year old child.  He moves through life without a bad word to say about anyone, he cares for people and their feelings, he tells the worst jokes EVER and is always telling me I look beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;He loves to play at being a super hero or at being Harry Potter and if he is playing at being someone I am not allowed to call him by his name I have to call him by the person he is being.  It's so fulfilling seeing him grow and develop and his hunger for knowledge and the ever boring questions "what's that for, what's it do and am I old enough for that yet".&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes as an adult you can get complacent with experiences you can just do like go white water rafting or surfing lessons and it's such fun seeing him want to do this sort of thing (takes after his Daddy in that respect).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has sooo many facets to his personality of which I would love to take credit for but I think at the end of the day, he's just Theodore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, sometimes he can be a little bugger...but can't they all???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is for my son, ever quick to give me cuddles or "sugar" as one of my friends calls it...the every playful boy who I shed a proud tear for and can say "he's my boy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave your links to your love Thursday or just tell me what you have loved this past week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-2037192855965012821?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/2037192855965012821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-thursday-to-my-son.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/2037192855965012821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/2037192855965012821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-thursday-to-my-son.html' title='love Thursday - to my son'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SflezTQ19VI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0FxXkwdOIAQ/s72-c/P1030417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-4977324385899308670</id><published>2009-04-24T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:33:35.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some very exciting gossip</title><content type='html'>Hello my dear friends...I am one excited little bunny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, I don't excel in my job as much as I would like..oh I am good at it and know what I am doing and all that. I Love just talking to people and getting to know them, in my job I can't do this as much as I would like / enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with much trepidation I set about putting this matter right...what job could I truly fulfill myself in, one where I could ask questions and poke my nose into other people's business...hmmm hairdresser or something like that???&lt;br /&gt;Then I got chatting with a very dear friend of mine about this conundrum and she light heartedly said...journalism...and so the seed was planted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to be a journalist for as long as I have been old enough to think about jobs in a serious light (not ballarena)...I remember babysitting for my neice when I was about 13ish and looking through a magazine thinking "ooohhh I could wear that when I get a hot new scoop"...but as I wasn't the most accademic person in the world so I never persued this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky enough that my very local college runs a journalsim course and its the best course one could go on if one wanted to be a journalist...its run by the NCTJ (national council for trainee journalists).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being me, I never thought for a moment that I would get an interview for the course as the application form in itself was pretty long!!! But I did, so off I went with my heart in mouth and I took the interview - 4 hours later and I really thought that I had completely ballsed the whole thing up. &lt;br /&gt;I started to wonder if I could devote that much time to a course / am I too old and will all the others be school leavers making me feel even older / what if I got half way through and the work load was simply too much for me to handle / am I a good enough writer / what if my 'need to survive' love of news wasn't enough???&lt;br /&gt;That was what was going through my mind from the Tuesday when I took the interview / exam until Friday when the gentleman said he was going to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the edge of my seat for the whole of the Friday, every time the phone rang I gulped and thought this is it....it wasn't until 5pm that he called (yes, very long day) he asked how I was and I answered "ask me at the end of the call!", he then told me what a pleasure it was meeting me and what my score in the test was etc etc...this went on for about 5 minutes when I had to say "please, just tell me if I have got onto the course"...he told me I had and I have never felt so proud of myself...I had done it...little me gonna be a bonafidda journalist..who'd have thought!!! I was then able to answer his initial question and told him I was fantastic thank you very much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to say anything as I hadn't told my boss, she has been the best boss I have ever had..she is always there for a cuppa and a gossip, gives critism in a way so that you don't feel too crappy about it and is always a shoulder to cry on...so with a heavy heart I told her my intentions today.&lt;br /&gt;My last day will be July 13th as the school holidays start the day after and I really want to spend the summer with my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it folks..little old me did it - my advise here is never ever listen to a school careers officer as they generally talk out their arses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ever sooo excited and now feel as though I can celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought / question for this blog is what have you done in your life that people or yourself thought you couldn't do but you made a success of / did it anyway????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-4977324385899308670?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/4977324385899308670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-very-exciting-gossip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4977324385899308670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4977324385899308670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-very-exciting-gossip.html' title='some very exciting gossip'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-3402513946114741892</id><published>2009-04-21T01:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:53:27.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm sunshine and a bit of a moan</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make....I love the sun.  But this passion is very temperamental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the sun is shinning but its not too hot.  Its the sort of temperature where you can go out and do stuff, like gardening or go for a long walk without feeling like you will get heat exhaustion....my kind of sunshine exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sun but hate having to work in it, I like to sit out in the garden and read a good book whilst lounging around.  I hate flies when sitting out reading a good book.  I love to get a nice healthy looking tan, I hate getting sun burnt, which I do, no matter what sun screen I use...then go in the shower and feel like a thousand needles are sticking in my skin from where the water hits my tender red bits.&lt;br /&gt;I love to swim in outdoor pools on holiday in the sun, I hate the amount of chlorine they put in the pool and can't stand the thought of swimming in someones pee.&lt;br /&gt;I love lounging on the beach in the blazing hot but hate the way sand sticks to places that you didn't even think you had.  I love the fact that the sun naturally bleaches my hair but hate the sticky feeling that you get in your hair line.  I love summery clothes but hate the fact that unless you are a size 12 or less you just look like a very white blamonge in said clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all I simply love to lounge in my beautiful back garden where I can wear what I want, do what I want and smell however I damn well please but delight in the fact that if I get too hot or too smelly I can just jump in the shower and get refreshed!!!&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine said that she is very aware of what she is wearing in her garden as the neighbours might look over, I say sod it...its your land, let em look...they shouldn't be eyeballing you any-way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alive when the sun is shinning and spend luxury time just stretching out my limbs.  &lt;br /&gt;People seem friendlier when its nice and warm instead of being cold and rushing to get to their destination and running to get warm again.  my husband and I can take our son to the park and spend hours their instead of silently thinking that he will complain he is cold so that we can get back in doors again!!&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at the way ice cream suddenly becomes acceptable to eat again and also becomes a regular in our diets!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way the flowers grow from being dormant and I purposely brush pass them so that they release their scent.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that I do find amusing and mildly affronted at his skinny, ghost white men walking down the street with their shirt off and tucked into their quarter length shorts with socks on and trainer clad feet...please men, I beg of you,only do that if your body is actually worth showing off to the world...the others, only do it in your back garden!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem I feel is required here...here's a part of a poem by wordsworth:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow comes and goes,&lt;br /&gt;And lovely is the rose;&lt;br /&gt;The moon doth with delight&lt;br /&gt;Look round her when the heavens are bare;&lt;br /&gt;Waters on a starry night&lt;br /&gt;Are beautiful and fair;&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine is a glorious birth;&lt;br /&gt;But yet I know, where'er I go,&lt;br /&gt;That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dear dear sunishine, please don't leave until the leaves turn golden brown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over to you, my fantastic readers...give me your thoughts and feeling towards the sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-3402513946114741892?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/3402513946114741892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmm-sunshine-and-bit-of-moan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/3402513946114741892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/3402513946114741892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmm-sunshine-and-bit-of-moan.html' title='hmm sunshine and a bit of a moan'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-5027593442965570034</id><published>2009-04-20T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:29:12.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hair - tis a funny old thing</title><content type='html'>I had long blonde hair until recently.  My hair went to the middle of my back but was in desperate need of a bloody good cut.  All I did with it was tie it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine comes to ones home to cut the hair, so I took her up on her services.&lt;br /&gt;I am a very determined person and once I set my mind on something, its very hard to get me out of what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have what I call baby hair, its very fine and wispy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that taken into account I had the lot chopped off.  Its now the length of just touching my shoulders and I have a fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it, my husband in his ever tactful way says that he will "have to spend time getting used to it", or in other words - he don't like it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The length I like it's just the fringe.  It sort of cuts my face in half!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does look healthier (well at least one thing about me looks healthy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you think that hair is a bit of an odd one?  I mean us girls stress over our hair, does it look good, would it look good another way and if so do I have the balls to go for a complete change?  Men on the other hand don't seem to have that much stress do they?  I am not including all men into that because I have seen men with more products in their hair than they can shake a stick at...9 times out of 10 they are estate agents aren't they!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, when it comes to appearance, men do not stress as much as us ladies, which is weird because with animals its the male trying to impress the females?!?!  We watch our weight, how much are our boobs are sagging with age, face creams to keep youthful looks, fashion to make us look nice...all these things add up.  &lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm not a trend setter by any stretch of the imagination, I am completely comfortable in a white t-shirt and blue jeans.  If I think I look nice I tend to walk with a bit of a spring in my step.  I know the critics out there will say "feeling good should come from the inside"...only a man would say that!  I do agree with the statement, but in short, if one went out dressed in crappy old clothes then you aren't going to feel like wonder woman for the day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO my thought / question for this entry is....what do you do to make you feel good about yourself, ready for the day ahead???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-5027593442965570034?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/5027593442965570034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/04/hair-tis-funny-old-thing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/5027593442965570034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/5027593442965570034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/04/hair-tis-funny-old-thing.html' title='hair - tis a funny old thing'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-6121556470745397099</id><published>2009-04-07T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:53:33.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are back</title><content type='html'>I have been at home now for about an hour after a very long and very bum hurty journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order, here is the list of things that I have done since walking in the door.....&lt;br /&gt;Thanked neighbours for feeding are 3 cats and gave them their gift.&lt;br /&gt;Put the kettle on.&lt;br /&gt;Un-loaded the car.&lt;br /&gt;Made tea.&lt;br /&gt;Got some food for child and started him on that.&lt;br /&gt;Logged on.&lt;br /&gt;Now writing blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitchen looks like a disaster area as this is where we have just dumped stuff until tomorrow when I get round to un-packing it all.  We didn't do much shopping but seemed to have come back with exactly twice as much as what we took with us...it knows I am the one who will have to sort it as hubby goes back to work tomorrow, so it has decided to bread in the back of the car...how typical is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have a great time, as predicted, and when I have my head on the right way round and can see everything and not just tail lights I will tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's menu for dinner consists of porkpie, fresh white bread, cheese, pickle and fruit...everything that doesn't need much attention or cooking...excellent meal after a long journey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends, we are well rested and looking forward to the rest of the Easter break with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question for this entry and with food on my mind is....is there anything that you do to wind down after a long journey home???  for me is to have a cup of tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-6121556470745397099?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/6121556470745397099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-are-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/6121556470745397099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/6121556470745397099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-are-back.html' title='we are back'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-505852775695719504</id><published>2009-04-02T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:51:27.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love thursday...oh my beloved, I will see thee soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SdSFX1jiUTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RxiXwsDXm9g/s1600-h/P1030560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SdSFX1jiUTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RxiXwsDXm9g/s400/P1030560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320023704391012658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a photo of the last rock off lands end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy love Thursday everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night my husband, child, and me will be travelling down to Cornwall, the land that has captured my heart and sole.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip down takes for-ever, approximately 5-6 hours on a good day...and it's boring.  The best part of the journey is stopping at Exeter services for snacks as they have a Marks and Spencer there!!.&lt;br /&gt;The journey is packed with landmarks as we make our way down, I look out for them and get ever more excited as I spot them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first went to Cornwall with my husband about 10 years ago.  We didn't have a car so heavily relied upon my mother-in-law for transport, at this point I didn't really know her that well but soon got to!!!  The love affair was instant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had our very first holiday in a cute little B&amp;B in St Ives and the love just grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the people, the pace of life, the smell of the air, the scenery, the out door way of life, but best of all...some of my husbands family live there and I love each and every one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go we normally stay with my sister-in law, Kate.  She is a fantastic woman and I seem to laugh the whole time that I am there..her husband is such a hoot and her 2 wonderful daughters just take my son off with them and I never see him!!! he is always playing with "the girlies". He will only get dressed when the girlies do in case he misses something or won't go to bed until they do, the youngest is just 18 months older than Theo and the oldest if 5 years older, so they all get on tremendously well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been counting how many sleeps to go for the past month!!!  now it's only one more sleep but he has to go to school as normal tomorrow...god help his teachers as the child is already wired about the holiday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to move down there and would move right now if I thought that we could get work relevant to what we do.  &lt;br /&gt;My husband once took me for a drive round the none holiday towns once to show me that some parts aren't as nice as the holiday towns.  True they didn't have that holiday feel about them but I have rose tinted glasses on when it comes to Cornwall, almost blinkered!!!  His trick back fired as the villages were surrounded by breath taking country side, I had visions of 3 of us trekking come rain or shine...that's what wet weather gear is for ...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this love Thursday I dedicate to Cornwall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave links to your love Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-505852775695719504?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/505852775695719504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-thursdayoh-my-beloved-i-will-see.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/505852775695719504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/505852775695719504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-thursdayoh-my-beloved-i-will-see.html' title='Love thursday...oh my beloved, I will see thee soon.'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SdSFX1jiUTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RxiXwsDXm9g/s72-c/P1030560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-826615109125958892</id><published>2009-04-01T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T02:53:01.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first weigh in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SdM4YxXMhVI/AAAAAAAAABs/lWcBvLPTxd4/s1600-h/P1030976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SdM4YxXMhVI/AAAAAAAAABs/lWcBvLPTxd4/s400/P1030976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319657583073330514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is a cake that I made for my friends birthday, of which I would love to sink my teeth into right now&gt;  I thought the image appt for this entry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week I have had a range of emotions and my body has gone through a state of complete shock!&lt;br /&gt;The emotions have been pride at the fact that I seem to have stuck to the eating plan, grief for the food I can no longer consume, knackered due to all the walking that I have done, and tired...just tired.&lt;br /&gt;My body however, is not amused.  So used to crisps and delicious crusty white bread with a very nice coarse pate, that it has been screaming at me.  But I do feel better (it may be placebo) on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have eaten 12 apples, 7 banana's a ton of carrots, a whole swede, broccoli (of which I hate, but apparently its packed with good stuff), an amount of water that keeps me needing a wee, enough fat free yoghurt's to feed a small army, 2 punnets of strawberries, all fat has been cut off my meat....so pretty good for me.  I have weighed and measured and written down all that I have eaten...no small task...I have checked and re-checked the fat content and added up what is ok to eat....in short, my food and what it contained has dominated my week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exercise has been fantastic.  I am not a lover of the gym, I find it incredibly boring and I am not the sort of person that can really take the elite that are gym goers...they are in a league all of their own aren't they???&lt;br /&gt;I have walked my little socks off this week and feel really good for it. It does seem the more exercise you do the more energy you have...go figure.  But when I get into my bed at night I feel as though I am taking a well earned rest...brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I went today with my new hobby (food) and my new priority (exercise) fully expecting to loose about 4 pounds....2 AND A HALF POUNDS...I mean, I have worked bloody hard this week for 2 and a half pounds????  enough said about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if I am not careful this week I will be back to square one.  Anything less than maybe 7-8 pounds is such a fragile weight loss and go can back on with one binge week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I press on and continue with a slightly miffed heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought / question for this entry is....what in your life have you tried really really hard at but, right at the finishing post has annoyed you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-826615109125958892?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/826615109125958892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-weigh-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/826615109125958892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/826615109125958892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-weigh-in.html' title='the first weigh in'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SdM4YxXMhVI/AAAAAAAAABs/lWcBvLPTxd4/s72-c/P1030976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-6151253567263538513</id><published>2009-03-25T04:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T05:05:06.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am taking action</title><content type='html'>My biggest thing this year is to get rid of my weight..there is alot of it.&lt;br /&gt;In line with this, I today, joined a slimming club - which shall remain nameless.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.  At the start they introduce new members (me) and ask why are we joining - what other answer can one come up with other than...I'm fat and want to loose weight??&lt;br /&gt;This didn't go down to well, I think she was expecting some sort of explanation like i am loosing baby weight (5 years of baby weight, I think not), or I have a big wedding to attend (already done that this year), but no, I sat there and told the truth like my mamma taught me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a 4 different diet, or lifestyle chooses as they call it, to follow.  I'm confused as to what I can eat with what and when and how much and of what colour...taking a breath now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, on one of the "lifestyle choose plans2 on woman lost 10 pounds in one week - bring it on!! Although I really don't think 10 pounds in 1 week is healthy though do you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total I want to get rid of about 28 pounds / 2 stone worth of extra blubber..I know I can do it if I apply myself as I have done it before...something tells me it will be very different this time round though!!&lt;br /&gt;But in saying that I feel good already.  I feel good because it means I am taking control of this area of my life...empowered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go...get rid of 10 pounds first and then go from there is the plan, but if that goes OK then I will go for the 2 stone weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought / question for this entry is...we are nearly 4 months in to the new year and how is your new years resolutions going???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-6151253567263538513?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/6151253567263538513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-taking-action.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/6151253567263538513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/6151253567263538513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-taking-action.html' title='I am taking action'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-4051273477894538789</id><published>2009-03-24T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T04:23:55.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooh ebay</title><content type='html'>I love ebay, I have bought so much on it and I have to have a laugh at some of the stuff that people list on there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prices vary for similar items wildly but I do, I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently spent about £40 and bought about 3 pairs of shoes and about 3 tops...where else can you go to get such cheap items??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have rules about it though..If I can wear it it either has to be vintage or brand new, so shoes and tops are included in that.  Bags and things have to look semi new and I never ever buy things that I think I can cheaper elsewhere.  As some of you know my car was recently raped and murdered and so I am looking for a new one that I can love and cherish - and this is where ebay is crap...cars are soooo out priced on there, having a look in the local rag and on auto trader and so ebay is not good value for money here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, my dear friends, I am now selling on ebay!!! laughing as I say this.  I never normally sell my cast offs, I tend to take them down to the charity shop, but if I have worn the boots once, why shouldn't I sell em!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;I thought it would need more effort than it did.  It only asked for the minimal amount of information on my goods, which is really good news as I tend to get really bored with that sort of thing - being blonde and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will let you know how my goods sell, I have to admit that it is rather addictive and I now looking around for other things that I can flog - its all rather exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought / question for this entry is what have you done recently that you have never done before and can see yourself getting addicted to???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-4051273477894538789?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/4051273477894538789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/ooooh-ebay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4051273477894538789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4051273477894538789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/ooooh-ebay.html' title='ooooh ebay'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-4582561628536062639</id><published>2009-03-20T03:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T03:11:22.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>factual Friday</title><content type='html'>I thought that I would create factual Friday.  This will either be a single item while the facts about it or a list of facts that I thought you might find interesting.  I like what I call crap fact, things that you can just come out with at dinner parties and such!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the first factual Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is salt so bad for us?  we are told by the new food labels on packets how much salt is on the products and if its in the green zone or red zone - but do you actually know why it's so bad for us???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt is a commonly occurring mineral, the technical name of which is sodium chloride. It is the sodium part of salt that is important. The body needs a certain amount of sodium to function properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sodium helps to maintain the concentration of body fluids at correct levels. It also plays a central role in the transmission of electrical impulses in the nerves, and helps cells to take up nutrients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In adults, when levels of sodium are too high, the body retains too much water and the volume of bodily fluids increases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With high levels of fluid circulating through the brain there is a greater chance that weaknesses in the brain's blood vessels are exposed, and that they may burst, causing a stroke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, a greater volume of fluid passing through the heart can place additional strain on the organ, increasing the possibility of coronary disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An adult will be able to remove salt from the body through the kidneys into the urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experts estimate that if average consumption was cut to 6g a day it would prevent 70,000 heart attacks and strokes a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading food labels can be confusing as they often give the sodium, rather than the salt content of food. To calculate the amount of salt in a product, multiply the sodium content by two-and-a-half times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we go - salt in a nutshell - happy eating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question for this entry is what crap fact do you often tell???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-4582561628536062639?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/4582561628536062639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/factual-friday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4582561628536062639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4582561628536062639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/factual-friday.html' title='factual Friday'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-1990207812533167294</id><published>2009-03-17T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:15:26.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy st patricks day</title><content type='html'>Not being of Irish descent, I don't celebrate St Patricks day but St Georges day instead.&lt;br /&gt;My husband has some sort of Irish thread to his genealogy somewhere along the way, something about priests coming over - unsure, can't confirm!!&lt;br /&gt;But if you do celebrate, happy st Patricks day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some facts for my Irish friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Patrick’s Day is observed on March 17 because that is the feast day of St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland. It is believed that he died on March 17 in the year 461 AD. It is also a worldwide celebration of Irish culture and history. St. Patrick’s Day is a national holiday in Ireland, and a provincial holiday in the Canadian province of Newfoundland and Labrador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue, not green, was originally the colour associated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Patrick is patron of fishermen in the Loire, where a legend associates him with a blackthorn bush. The saint is said to have slept beneath it, and when he awoke the next day, Christmas, the bush flowered, and was said to have continued to do so every Christmas until its destruction during the First World War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to legend, on the day of Judgement, while Christ judges all other nations, St Patrick will be the judge of the Irish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-1990207812533167294?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/1990207812533167294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1990207812533167294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1990207812533167294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='happy st patricks day'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-8262416653242126763</id><published>2009-03-13T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:34:49.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comic relief</title><content type='html'>so my son's school sent a memo round last week saying that the kids could wear something funny for money - so he went to school in his favourite PJ's and dressing gown.  He does have slippers but they are old and rather manky so I hunted (and I do mean hunted) the shops yesterday for new slippers for him - where do we go now that adams and woolworths has gone???&lt;br /&gt;so I ended up getting him some very plain black plimsolls - remember them from your school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.  so today is comic relief and out of all the evening long charity campaigns that are on TV, this one has to be the one that hits me the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching celebrities doing stuff for charity like climbing mountains and doing a bit with Sir Alan sugar and couldn't help but laugh along - my kind of watching.  In amongst this fun was the serious side of why they were doing it.  There was this one where a baby was dying of malaria and it hurt to watch it.  The child was about 5 months old and was just lifeless in its mothers arms and all they need is mosquito nets and some drugs - how hard can that be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way that comic relief works - they have set up loans where people can apply and then pay them back - instead of waiting for free handouts.  A woman in Uganda has 5 kids and had nothing - NOTHING.  then she got a loan for just £10 and started to grow coffee.  She would take it to market but there was sooo much competition she would often walk 10K with bags of coffee on her back to return home (another 10k back) with all of her coffee.&lt;br /&gt;She then set up a coffee house and now sells it worldwide along with it being fairtrade.  She is doing really well and she says that she uses all of her money to put her 5 kids through school so that they can become accountants to help out...how fantastic is that...this woman still does back breaking work but is very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that we moan and groan about are relevant to the lives that we lead and especially in todays current climates with people loosing their houses and jobs and having to go to refuge centres.  I think, we should look to those people who haven't much but are happy.  yes they are living hand to mouth, but aren't we all in our own little way, the difference there is the the distance they have ti travel to get medical help or are sooo reliant upon the weather for their food and they have to pay for education...it all seems a little more than here.  &lt;br /&gt;The thing that upsets me most is the medical side of things.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been in hospital and got instant test and results - I felt truly humble to the NHS.  Over in places with no NHS they still have to pay for their drugs and the god damn government is sitting in their nice houses with food on the table whilst their people are missing meals so that their kids don't die....it makes me sooo friggin made.&lt;br /&gt;I will be an avid watcher and will donate as much as I can afford.  If I could drop everything and go ut to help, I would like to say I would but I think I would be become tooo emotionally involved and would need some serious counselling when I got back.  I appreciate that sounds selfish but they need someone supportive and not a liability!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So donate and give everything you can for these people and for people here...dig deep and then deeper.  It costs just £5 to but a mosquito net - how many nets will you buy tonight - how many lives will you save by picking up the phone and donating your money too???&lt;br /&gt;watch the show, laugh and cry on be on an emotional rollercaoster.&lt;br /&gt;Do it - save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thought for this blog is how many lives ar you intending to save?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-8262416653242126763?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/8262416653242126763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/comic-relief.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8262416653242126763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8262416653242126763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/comic-relief.html' title='comic relief'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-7241428472604529372</id><published>2009-03-09T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T03:08:44.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of music</title><content type='html'>I have started to increase my music genre of late and have incorporated some interesting music into my CD collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent purchase was the "elbow" album which has some pretty good sounds on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking....the power of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many people's moods change with the weather or with situations they listen to different kinds of music.  Some songs evoke memories, for me "summertime" by Will Smith is a good couple of years old now but always reminds me of when I was at school, forced to wear a black skirt and blazer with a tie and white shirt...I have a memory, much like a photograph of it being boiling hot, I'm at school chatting away with my dearest friend and setting the world to rights - sitting on the grass and thinking all I wanted to do was go home and have a shower and put on something less hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a massive Beatles fan and when I think of the collection of albums I have, I am again transported back to school, its my 16th birthday and another friend of mine has taped (remember the tape??) all of her dad's collection of Beatles albums for me...this was the best present ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for me and music we have our history...when I am in foul mood I put on something like Mika or Duffy that I can have a good old sing along to or if I am in a lovy dovy mood I'll put on something like Nina Simone - good lord I love that woman.&lt;br /&gt;If I am studying I tend to put on classic - I know nothing of classical music by I have a National Trust CD with some nice flowing tunes of it.  Oaisis kicks ass when house cleaning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up on the Rolling Stones, Deep Purple, Ozzy Osborne, The Who - to name but a few.  My dad had a whole heap of original records, some limited editions, and my brother and I would always argue about who dad was going to leave them to in his will.  Anyway, a couple of years ago we were round my parents house and the fairly light hearted row started again...my dad looked at both of us and said in a laughy sort of way "you two can keep going if you want but all of the records went in a skip about 2 years ago"....you do not know how much my brother and I were mortified for or how long we just sat there looking at dad waiting for the comprehension to come....gone, in a skip, just like that, none left, to be replaced with frinkin CD's - what in the name of god was he thinking.  &lt;br /&gt;If you were to stack all of the records up they would have towered to about 3 foot high - all in mint condition (we were never allowed to go near them as kids), not a scratch on them or a dog ear on the sleeve - GONE....imagine how much they would have been worth??  the memory or my dad sitting of the floor very carfully taking out a vinyl from its sleve and as though it were made of the most precious metal sit it onto the record player and with the steadiest hands put the pin onto the record - and he threw them into a skip....mental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for me music is a welcome relationship but one that I explore with trepidation - ever bought an alum on the back of hearing one song, got the thing home and after listening to it thought this is a pile of poo???  hmmm done it many times!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the weather being as sunny as it is today, I have to play (and please have it in mind that I never remember song titles) "got my hands, got my arms etc I got my freedoooooommmmmm - I got liifffeeeee" my the wonderful Nina Simone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song that would best describe me is by the Beatles and its "Don't pass me by" on the white album sung by Ringo - told you I was a fan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought for this entry is - whats you song for the day and is there a song that sums you up??&lt;br /&gt;(right now I am listening to T-Rex, best of)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-7241428472604529372?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/7241428472604529372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/power-of-music.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7241428472604529372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7241428472604529372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/power-of-music.html' title='the power of music'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-7047116392168457421</id><published>2009-03-04T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:27:25.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what super hero??</title><content type='html'>I am really into a programme called "hero's" - anyone else watching this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the show are people who have powers, some use them for good, others not so good.  Above it all is one person trying to control them all with the "agency".&lt;br /&gt;It strikes me, no matter what your job is there is always some power hungry little person trying to make others jump to their beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it got me thinking....what power would I have if I had the choice??&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand I would like to control machinery so whenever I went to the cash machine it would just give me money no matter what my account said!! But then again, I would like to be able to time travel and put right all the mistakes that I have made, and I have made some whoooppppeeeerrrsss!! and re-live the good memories.  But then I would also like to be able to go invisible so I can watch what my child actually gets up to at school...or be able to fly like a bird soaring across the skies.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be able to have the power to stamp out the bad emotions that I have affiliated with some memories or have the power so that my child and my family never hurts or cries in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really think that my special power would have to be something like being able to turn into what ever object or person that I wanted, but also have the knowledge and memories of the person I have just morphed into!! - now that would be cool. Like some politicians..did they or didn't they? Or some really bloody intelligent person and get some of their brain cells into mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it was just for a day, I would need notice that this would happen so I could make a list of all the objects / people that I would morph into!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought for this blog is - what super power would you have and please tell me why!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-7047116392168457421?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/7047116392168457421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-super-hero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7047116392168457421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7047116392168457421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-super-hero.html' title='what super hero??'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-1129796756682233110</id><published>2009-03-02T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:23:00.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so hmmm how are you</title><content type='html'>it seems that all is not well in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 months ago I had to take time off from work to "rest".  This was due to the fact that I kept passing out.  It was diagnosed at the time as being labrynthitis which is basically an inner ear problem which stopps your brain knowing which was is up.  But it went and I had (almost) forgotten about it.&lt;br /&gt;That was until Thursday when I passed out again.  I have to say that it did scare me. So I went to go and see my GP on Thursday who sent me straight up to the hospital to get it checked out once and for all, lucky me.  &lt;br /&gt;I was a complete drain on the resources of the NHS and had every test done. I am trying to view this as a good thing, if there was anything else wrong with me they would have found it.  I had a CT scan of my head,a chest x-ray, a full nerve check, an ECG for 5 minutes and various blood tests - all coming back nice and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;So the final doctor came along and said that I have to go and get an EEG of my brain done....good luck on that one!  At the moment they are unsure as to whether it is an inner ear problem or maybe - and this is where it gets a bit scary - epilepsy.&lt;br /&gt;On the upside of things, I am having a really productive week, the results of my very exciting week shall be made available to you all in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the verge of a very exciting time in my life, and I simply refuse to take my fainting attacks seriously at the moment.  I know some of you will tell me to listen to my body and to take heed, but right now I am having whey to much fun.  And if I stop and think about what is happening I may get very upset...and who wants that eh?&lt;br /&gt;A friend asked me the other day about my funny turns and not only did I think that this was a really nice of putting it but I suddenly realised that I am now of the age where I can have funny turns...I think I am getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in hospital, I said to my husband "we vowed to be together is sickness and in health, we also said to each other that we would grow old together, well my darling, we are...we are getting older". It was almost like a revelation and I became all nice and warm inside.  The new wrinkle, a few new grey hairs, gravity has taken over and we still love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought for this entry is not how are you, but more along the lines of - what are you now of an age to get away with...a bit like the poem when I am old I shall wear purple???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do hope that you are all fighting fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-1129796756682233110?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/1129796756682233110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-hmmm-how-are-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1129796756682233110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1129796756682233110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-hmmm-how-are-you.html' title='so hmmm how are you'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-4280912273532261274</id><published>2009-02-26T01:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:30:44.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving on a Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SaZdi54b6xI/AAAAAAAAABk/_niZlc_cyKo/s1600-h/P1040108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SaZdi54b6xI/AAAAAAAAABk/_niZlc_cyKo/s400/P1040108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307032065137175314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am expressing my gratitude to the wonderful Mother Nature.  She is a fantastic force of which I am always in complete awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the last 2 weeks, we have had freezing blizzards of snow, rain, beautiful sunshine and cloudy yet warm days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, with all this interchangeable weather, the flowers still grow, the squirrels have awoken and are already busy collecting, the birds are returning and I am full of glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life.  When I was a kid and imagined how my life was going to be, this is it.  I have a really brilliant husband who I love adore and a son who I feel blessed to have, for me, work is coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when one isn't feeling so gleeful, it is hard to see the good in our lives.  The unfinished book that we really want to find the time to finish and get published, the car that we long to have but is out of the budget range, the sleepless nights having a new born baby, or having a really stressful job - all these things can really narrow our impressions of life.  But I dare you to go for a walk TODAY, and just take the time to look around and see what you haven't notice before, even if it's a 30 minute stroll to your local park.  I was walking the other day along a route that I would normally drive and saw this really beautifully built building, it's really ornate and very well maintained.  Its got really gorgeous flowers in the front garden and all the paint looks fresh, its on the roadside but not having a car allows me to just potter about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the above picture on Saturday - the day with real sunshine in the sky.  I walked past this plant and at that precise moment thought to myself, I want to smell the sunshine and to my friends amusement I stood stock still and just sniffed, rolled my shoulders back, looked up to face the sun and smelt this wonderful floral smell, looking down I saw this flower in all its spring time glory...I simply had to take it's photo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that no matter what our human emotions are doing, mother nature rolls on doing her work, bringing out the flowers, making the ever changing weather and wiping the slate clean for us to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought for this blog is a) what are you loving today and b) when was the last time you took time smell the flowers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-4280912273532261274?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/4280912273532261274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/loving-on-thursday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4280912273532261274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4280912273532261274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/loving-on-thursday.html' title='loving on a Thursday'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SaZdi54b6xI/AAAAAAAAABk/_niZlc_cyKo/s72-c/P1040108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-3014932145814500402</id><published>2009-02-25T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:54:37.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much kind support</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SaURU54regI/AAAAAAAAABc/6aWkKBO_Mac/s1600-h/P1040124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SaURU54regI/AAAAAAAAABc/6aWkKBO_Mac/s400/P1040124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306666786759604738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, I have had soooo much lovely words over my poor little car, But, it would be nice if those comments were maybe left here for others (and me)to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds slightly weird, but I would like to take my blog forward, with it becoming more thought provoking, and if you think that your words could maybe trigger some long forgotten memory for someone, or would add to my words then please feel free.  &lt;br /&gt;Before I starting writing this (and sometimes still do) I wondered if anyone would want to read my thoughts about me and my very ordinary life, I took the time to think, am I really that self centered that I would put my life out there for people to read?  Now, I don't think I am being self centered, this is sort of a good thing for me to do.  I love writing and I really enjoy allowing people to associate themselves with something I have written - as much crappy as that sounds!!!  maybe write something about the entry, or to do with the ever changing thought for this entry - I really do take the time to read each and every comment that is left - I enjoy hearing what others are up to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as humans, what truly sets us apart is our deep rooted emotions, to love who we love, to laugh at the things we find funny, to cry in the bad times and get so angry to the point of wanting to change whatever happened, to truly look at our children when they are unaware and to feel that warm glow with the knowledge that they are yours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son asked me once "mummy, do you like me?" I looked at him and in the most sweetest motherly voice I could muster I replied "oh, honey I love you sooo much", he then looked straight at me and said "yes mummy and I love you too, but do you like me", I inwardly smiled and told him that yes, I liked him and that he was my best friend.  I think he had just turned 4, so no age at all, but was surprised that a person of that age new the difference between like and love.  Sometimes we don't really get the chance to tell the difference, raw and unsuppressed love sometimes blinkers us in other areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I take this opportunity to thank you all for reading my blog through the good times and the bad times and I now ask for your help in taking it forward.  Some people may feel slightly awkward about leaving words...please don't, most of my words are garbled nonsense!!  others may feel as though they want to share something that is related to the entry - I say go for it, don't hold back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my deepest gratitude to you all and may you love like you ain't never loved before, each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought for this blog is - what have you always wanted to do but kept putting it off and maybe still haven't done it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-3014932145814500402?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/3014932145814500402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-much-kind-support.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/3014932145814500402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/3014932145814500402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-much-kind-support.html' title='so much kind support'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SaURU54regI/AAAAAAAAABc/6aWkKBO_Mac/s72-c/P1040124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-4068542036534528894</id><published>2009-02-24T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:42:03.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so, I had to bid farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SaO83nwaYgI/AAAAAAAAABU/A-u-Mvpjobo/s1600-h/P1040095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SaO83nwaYgI/AAAAAAAAABU/A-u-Mvpjobo/s320/P1040095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306292449723441666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a very sad day for me.  The car went to it's retirement home....yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke on Saturday morning, I had this feeling of foreboding and whilst I lay there, I couldn't remember why.  Then it hit me, like a big bang hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little whistling car was going to the breakers.  With a little tear in my eye, I was ready to face the day.&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful, sunny, spring morning that one couldn't feel sad.  So I went outside and took some photo's of the doomed car and said my farewell.&lt;br /&gt;And off my husband took it.  I simply couldn't go, it was too sad for me, but i waited at home with a cup of tea and my son to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a beautiful day that we decided to go to our favourite lunch place with some friends and then take our son and their son to the park.  Where I saw carpets of flowers, the first squirell of the year and lots of smiling happy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, alas, it was a bit of a down day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first day of spring comes its rather hard not to feel light and happy, as though the blinkers have been taken off.  &lt;br /&gt;It does make me laugh, that first day though.  People clearly have no idea what to wear (and yes, I do appreciate that's a very girly thing to say).  Some people were wearing their full coats with scarfs and big foot wear, others were in t-shirts and some even had sandals on - slight wishful thinking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The onto Sunday, Sunday was a bit of an odd day, a bit like the calm after a storm.  The weather wasn't as great, and everyone seem to be a bit "ooohhhh wheres it gone". My husband, bless him, realising that the day before had upset me, let me have a bit of a lie in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you would think that maybe I got breakfast in bed or something sweet like that..nooooo. I woke up to the sound of "loving in an elevator, living it up when your goin dowwwwwwwnnnnnnn" and lots of what I interpreted as thumping noises.&lt;br /&gt;On further investigation I find my 30 something husband and my 5 year old MOSHING.  I have to ask, how old is the legal consent to mosh with ones father, I thought it must be those god awful teenage years, right?  &lt;br /&gt;And after that, when things had calmed down in my house, I asked my son to tidy his room - he then declared "my life's over" - HE'S 5, not, as you may be forgiven on thinking, 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my weekend in a nutshell...the ups, the downs and the down right weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought for this entry is - how was your weekend my dear friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-4068542036534528894?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/4068542036534528894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-so-i-had-to-bid-farewell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4068542036534528894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4068542036534528894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-so-i-had-to-bid-farewell.html' title='and so, I had to bid farewell'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SaO83nwaYgI/AAAAAAAAABU/A-u-Mvpjobo/s72-c/P1040095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-4806203949515047065</id><published>2009-02-20T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:45:07.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow - what a week and some sad news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SZ76Bf6Xo3I/AAAAAAAAABM/FCiF9t9A55M/s1600-h/P1030391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SZ76Bf6Xo3I/AAAAAAAAABM/FCiF9t9A55M/s320/P1030391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304952314742154098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't grow attached to things because the bubble of love will burst. Read on for it to make sense.......!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is...I am sorry for not writing sooner.  I have an excuse, this week has been manic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to the wedding on Sunday which was magical.  It was everything that one could want from a wedding.  An excellent exchange of vows, excellent food, funny and endearing speeches, a good old jig on the dance floor and new people to meet all set in the most beautiful surroundings - my idea of a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back to reality on Monday, we picked up our son and basically hung out on Monday.  Tuesday my son and I went on a dinosaur walk at ryton pools, brilliant time.  Wednesday saw us back at ryton pools to go den building, I am not sure who enjoyed this the most most - kids or adults!!!...again a great time.  That night my son had 2 friends for a sleep over - they went to bed at about 8.30pm and woke at 5 am!!! tired but very very mental boys!!!  we then went off to see the chuckle brothers in the afternoon on Thursday and then today, I was at work so my boys had a man day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been filled with laughter and naughtiness!!! we have had so much fun.  My son and I used to just hang out all the time before he started school and we very rarely get the time to do it now that the weekends are so precious.  So this week we got to be mates again and yes, we got into heaps of trouble!!! the house looks like a toy bomb has gone off and we are all very very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my dearest friends, I have some sad news, you may all want to just go make a cuppa with biscuits and then continue reading, for this will make you want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days after my 30th birthday I passed my driving test.  It was the second test I had done and I failed the first one in total laughable style.  My very generous friends gave me a car, of which I decorated with flower decals.  I love that car.  The freedom it gives me is liberating and, although I don't necessarily need to drive, I do when my son and I need to do..for example, swimming or taking a picnic to the park in the summer or taking his bike to the park in the winter.  but...and I say this with a genuine tear in my eye..the car failed its MOT..not to worry I hear you cry... but its old, knackered and it whistles to me when at a certain speed...I love being able to say "just going to get that out of my car" or "shall I drive today", but the end is nigh.&lt;br /&gt;For the last 2 MOT's it has passed (which was absurd the age of the car and the amount of miles it has done) and every time my husband has said "if it fails honey, its car history".  But the little banger sailed through.  Not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my husband what would become of my little clapped out car and he said that he will have to contact the breakers yard....whats that I naively asked.  &lt;br /&gt;Now a normal person, seeing that I was very upset, might have spared me the finner details of putting a car out to pasture..I imagined my car in a lush green field somewhere with others just like it, but no apparently not.  &lt;br /&gt;The breakers yard man comes along, and takes the car.  But not to a green pasture full of the rays of sunshine with frolicking lambs in the distance, but to a bleak cold dark and damp place where...oh gosh I don't know if I can even write this - take the car apart and sell the bits for parts and then - aaahhhhhhh - crush the rest.  WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE DO THIS???? its horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, its a lump of metal on wheels, buts its my first ever car, that I decorated with love and now some big fat hairy lump of a man will come and rape my car...is there a telephone number to the car police where I can report this atrocity??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to now move on to the thought part of my blog or I will just rant on forever.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever grown attached to an inanimate object that needed to be thrown out but you just simply couldn't????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sniff    sniff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-4806203949515047065?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/4806203949515047065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-what-week-and-some-sad-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4806203949515047065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4806203949515047065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-what-week-and-some-sad-news.html' title='wow - what a week and some sad news.'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SZ76Bf6Xo3I/AAAAAAAAABM/FCiF9t9A55M/s72-c/P1030391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-298761139242676067</id><published>2009-02-14T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:22:38.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love on valentines day, extra entry</title><content type='html'>My son has gone to my parents house until Monday afternoon and all is good in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spoilt today, I got coffee and toast in bed with a vase full of tulips (my favourite spring flower).  I had the previously stated words from my man and all was love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went into town and my husband bought me a Bopit (google it!).  its a very addictive toy that was first introduced to me over Christmas by my sister in law.  we were supposed to be having a family gathering and there was 11 of us, and i sat there playing on this damn thing against my brother in law...a lot of frustration and a lot of laughs later, i announced the fact that i absolutely needed one of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, between then and now i can say that i had almost forgotten about the Bopit, till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I adore and worship my husband with all of my love, he is my world and the only one to match this love I have is for my son.  However, he is THE most competitive person that I know...and so the games begin...at the moment I have the best score which is driving him mad!! - oh the smug, glee called fun.&lt;br /&gt;We have soo much to do tonight though before we head out before silly o'clock in the morning to go to a wedding, so there is little time for him to practice (as he calls it when he is doing crap) before we do go out the door tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I fully expect to be woken in the middle of the night to "bop it, twist it"  (those of you who are familiar to this game will know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thank my husband for a wonderful loved filled day and look forward to beating his top score!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how was the love in your house today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-298761139242676067?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/298761139242676067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-on-valentines-day-extra-entry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/298761139242676067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/298761139242676067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-on-valentines-day-extra-entry.html' title='love on valentines day, extra entry'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-1017779694637228765</id><published>2009-02-14T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:19:46.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>share the love on Valentines day</title><content type='html'>This is the day that we explore and celebrate our love for other.  Some may say that its a load of rubbish and why do they need a commercially endorsed day to show love for our partner??  I assume this is spoken by men???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I write letters or do research and try to find the poem that sums us up as a couple, instead of buying cards.  We always feel that bought cards are words from someone else's view point and not our own personal relationship.  I like simple words, rather than long meaningful "I love you because..." and then a whole list of things.  Simple to the point poems.  I like it when he researches this because (and you may think this a little silly) I like to think that he has thought about me and what he is going to write, without me being there!!! - that makes me sound really high maintenance doesn't it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this year, he says he really thought that the poem that he found and it summed things up nicely.  I was touched by what he had written, Its written by an old favourite of mine, Shakespeare (this my husband knows) and it read "I love thee, I love but thee, with a love that shall not die, till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old"...hmmmppphhh I love my man, he knows me soo well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did February 14th begin.....let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;It began when Rome was at its strongest during the Roman Empire.  In the middle of February they would worship the God of Fertility by the men choosing their mate.  When Claudius became emperor he outlawed marriages, thinking that husbands wouldn't leave their wives to go into battle.  &lt;br /&gt;Young couples who fell in love still wanted to get married though and consulted the catholic priest VALENTINE.  Valentine then started to wed people in secret.  Claudius found out about this and ordered Valentine to death.  In prison, however, Valentine began writing letters to the jailer's daughter and they fell in love.  On the day before his execution, he wrote "to my love from your Valentine".&lt;br /&gt;When the Christians took over, they outlawed this pagan festival and replaced it with something more appropriate and decided to set a day in February to worship St valentine the martyr.&lt;br /&gt;In 1969 the church removed the day from its official calender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is no longer what is known as a religious festival but more of a tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought for this entry is...do you continue with the tradition and if so, how to you show your partner that you love them???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-1017779694637228765?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/1017779694637228765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/share-love-on-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1017779694637228765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1017779694637228765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/share-love-on-valentines-day.html' title='share the love on Valentines day'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-1101381462655198034</id><published>2009-02-12T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T02:01:58.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SZPxN2snAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/HQQmVnInvvY/s1600-h/P1040034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SZPxN2snAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/HQQmVnInvvY/s320/P1040034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301846406668419874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Welcome to my first real "Love Thursday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo above is of 3 hearts that my son and I bought for all 3 of us at Christmas.  They got individually wrapped and to whom they were for and were put out under the tree like every other present, my husband was very chuffed that my son managed to keep them a secret!!   &lt;br /&gt;They are to indicate our love for each other, no matter how different we are, yet still similar to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We use them as place settings during mealtimes so we know who's sitting where.  My son normally "helps" me lay the table so he normally gets to do the seating arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very lucky within my little family that we have a lot of love and respect for each other.  Don't get me wrong, we are by no means the Brady Bunch - we have our moments, but I pride my little family on the fact that we can talk to each other before the fireworks start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend couples HAVE to be romantic to each other and be all lovey dovey for the sake of one day.  My husband and I are going to a really exciting wedding on Sunday so that night we are staying in a B&amp;B, so my parents are having my son from the Saturday afternoon onwards till Monday morning.....nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our plans will be to have a nice meal from Marks and Spencers and then maybe go see a film endorsed by sooo many awards - I am thinking Slumdog Millionaire.  We will awake on Sunday to rush round and head out of the door before 9am to get to the B&amp;b before 11am.  So Saturday will be a bit like the calm before the hectic storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave your links to your own Love Thursday or simply tell me all about your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan my darling, I always love you no matter what day it is...kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-1101381462655198034?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/1101381462655198034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-thursday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1101381462655198034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1101381462655198034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-thursday.html' title='love thursday'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SZPxN2snAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/HQQmVnInvvY/s72-c/P1040034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-9212813660012361666</id><published>2009-02-11T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:02:20.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't fret people I am now all OK</title><content type='html'>so the pain that I felt yesterday was second to none, the hardest thing was going up and down the stairs to the loo, I have to say that I waited a while before I went / had to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am still sore but managed to walk around a little and the stairs do not feel like Mount Everest any more.  Even better news is I didn't take leave of my senses and Davina Mccall did not get an email from me or from anyone supporting my "sod off exercises Liberation front" supporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I will try again and will, hopefully, not push myself too hard.  I have a really exciting weekend planned and don't want to spoil it by self inflicted pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also didn't eat crap yesterday or today, so bring on Sunday when I weigh myself again.  Although when my son got home from school all he wanted to do was bake a chocolate cake with a chocolate icing in the middle and also spread all over the cake.  This is something that all the will power in the world can't get me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking about when I was a kid helping my mother bake, it was always fun!!  I bought a new kitchen toy the other day and with it came an electric wisker!!hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I laid out all the ingredience and steered him through the recipe (he's rather good) and then I had a genius idea of getting the new gadget out!! What a laugh, the mixture went EVERYWHERE, I swear, I will be finding the ingredience around myy kitchen forever more!!  But we got through with much more hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake has been baked and is now cooling waiting for its clothing of chocolate topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that both cake and icing would be much bigger / more if my sone and I hadn't of eaten the raw mixture to the extent that we did...he's 5, what's a mother to do, say no???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me be silently willing me NOT TO EAT THE CAKE...c'mon the size zero figure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought for this entry is did you help your parents bake / cook?  was it a happy affair? did you like the bowl like we did so unashamdedly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-9212813660012361666?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/9212813660012361666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-fret-people-i-am-now-all-ok.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/9212813660012361666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/9212813660012361666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-fret-people-i-am-now-all-ok.html' title='don&apos;t fret people I am now all OK'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-7977590345822458926</id><published>2009-02-10T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:05:11.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the pain...the pain I tell you</title><content type='html'>So on my conquest to get rid of 10 pounds, I decided to do an almighty workout yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was fantastic, I kept up and did all that was required of me with the DVD and felt really alive after wards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say (the medical people) that when you excersise the body releases endorphins into your system which make you feel happy....I have always thought that this was some white lie, that you have to excersise non stop for about 3 hours or something to feel the effect of those endorphines.  But I have to say that after my workout of just 30 minutes I felt bloody marvelous and went to work yesterday in a really good mood, the sort of mood that carries you through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had big plans of doing another 30 mintue workout again today, to get me to the target of a 10 pound weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmph, my body, however, has other ideas.  I blame and solely blame Davina McCall for the pain that I am in today.  It hurts, I mean truly - without questions hurts.&lt;br /&gt;My Husband thought it highly amusing and in his eyes was the laugh of a thousand people, but bless him, he didnt outwardly laugh - I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having trouble, standing, walking, sitting down, getting back up again.  My thighs feel dead except for when I try to exert them then they feel really painful. When I walk it looks like I have poo'd myself because i do not want to put any weight onto either leg...not a good look really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am going to eat crap and sit on my arse watching TV all day feeling very sorry for myself and my thighs and will try to find an email address for wicked with of the west Davina McCall to tell her of my thigh blight...please no laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I could just sit on my bum all day and do nothing, but life presses on.  My husbnd has this notion that if I keep my legs moving they will get easier to move...He did say this with laughter tears in his eyes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today will be a sort of sitting down day, I am taking the oppurtinuty to write and read and everynow and again move my poor legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought for this entry is...have you ever dont a sports injury (and no I do not think "sports injury" is taking it too far) and did people laugh????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-7977590345822458926?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/7977590345822458926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-painthe-pain-i-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7977590345822458926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7977590345822458926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-painthe-pain-i-tell-you.html' title='oh the pain...the pain I tell you'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-2084136245694570158</id><published>2009-02-07T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:58:13.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm interesting......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SY3ZrTgK_bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NOWBSyGkmYY/s1600-h/P1030523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SY3ZrTgK_bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NOWBSyGkmYY/s320/P1030523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300131674477755826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son during not feeling ill times...thats not food down His top, he has fabric painted his own design onto it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my son has been seriously ill, dipping in and out of a temperature rising to 39.9oC - not good.  He has been very sleepy and its heartbreaking as a mother because there is nothing I can do except put various kids medicines down him and try to keep him as cool as possible...not easy when he is shivering saying that he is freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whilst he was taking one of his naps I got bored and did a bit of web surfing and the results are 10 rather interesting facts which I kinda said hmmm to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The 7 wonders of the world were compiled by Greek historians and are, The great pyramid of Giza, The hanging gardens of Babylon, The statue of Zeus at Olympia, The temple of Artemis of Ephesus, The Mausoleum of Halcarnassus, The Colossus of Rhodes and The lighthouse of Alexandria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The powder of chewing gum is finely ground marble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you stop feeling thirsty you are in desperate need of water, the body shuts of its dehydration mechanism just when you need it the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are ever swimming in the Amazon or Cranoco Rivers of South America...be warned, do not take a pee.  The fish Candiru is attracted to the smell and will swim into the penis or vagina and lodge its self there with the spikes on its back and will drink your blood. The removal of the Candiru can cause the loss of the genitalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Hawaiian alphabet only contains 12 letters which are A E I O U H K L M N P and W and every word ends with a vowel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The marathon was started by a man called Pheideppides in 490BC.  He ran from Marathon to Athens to report of Greeks success.  The 25 mile run was over hills and straights and when Pheideppides arrived, his feet were bleeding, he gave the message and dropped dead.  The 1st Olympics in 1895 honoured him with a race of 25 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The roar of the ocean noise when holding a shell to ones ear is not the sound of the ocean but that of the blood rushing through the veins in the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bats always turn left out of caves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The plastic thing at the end of a shoe lace is called an Aglet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  If a statue of a person on a horse has a) both front legs in the air it means that the man dies in battle.  b) the horse has one leg in the air means that the man on the horse dies due to his battle wounds.  c) both legs of the horse are down means that he dies of natural causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned something today and I hope you have too.  I think its healthy to be able to blart out rubbish facts like those at times of lulls during a dinner party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my though for this entry is...what have you learnt today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-2084136245694570158?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/2084136245694570158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmm-interesting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/2084136245694570158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/2084136245694570158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmm-interesting.html' title='hmmm interesting......'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SY3ZrTgK_bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NOWBSyGkmYY/s72-c/P1030523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-4222577436889789411</id><published>2009-02-06T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T03:13:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis back again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SYwbRIbu6RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-_lPaI7Oo0M/s1600-h/DSCN0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SYwbRIbu6RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-_lPaI7Oo0M/s320/DSCN0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299640842643761426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, the snow brings out the child in everyone, and yesterday I was completely in contact with my inner child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school had closed and my husband was stuck so it was the 3 of us at home.  Husband was working so no help with child, so I made the corporate decision...its sledging time!!!.  &lt;br /&gt;During my husbands lunch break we trotted off to our local park.  It is a bit of a walk but I don't think any of us minded as the park as some hills which when walking up them really get the heart pumping, so great for seldging!!&lt;br /&gt;We went with a friend and her 2 little girls. All of us had a great time, I haven't laughed like that in ages. The hills were packed with people but everyone was in fine form and polite enough to move as I careered down the hill with no control over direction...needless to say, I was the one doing most of the falling off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the park I took the above picture, and I have to say that I am really rather pleased with it.  The man on the barge was most friendly, waving at us as he chugged away.  Having a digital camera I was able to view my pictures and as I said was rather pleased with my efforts, the barge went under the bridge and low and behold the name of the barge was called....Rebecca!!! - how perfect is that? - again I went into child like mode jumping around telling all that the barge was named after me personally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last couple of days I have been feeling rather poo.  A bit like having a cold but no outward symptoms...just a feeling of a sore throat and my limbs feeling heavier that they should be.  So Today when I woke up, it truly felt as though my throat had self combusted and as though there was a rather large alien trying to get out of my skull....I am not at work today.  I was feeling very sorry for myself when my husband declared that the school was closed again.  I love my son, he is my world and I adore him, but when I am feeling as bad as I am the last thing I really want to do is play mum...but here I am on all kinds of cold remedies trying to be perky...do you think its working yet??  Husabnd made it into work today...typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onto the thought for this entry, what brings out your inner child??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-4222577436889789411?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/4222577436889789411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/tis-back-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4222577436889789411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/4222577436889789411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/tis-back-again.html' title='tis back again!!'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SYwbRIbu6RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-_lPaI7Oo0M/s72-c/DSCN0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-220946855644032424</id><published>2009-02-03T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:56:34.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis gone for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SYi8McxcbZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/du7LIr5P7pk/s1600-h/P1040012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SYi8McxcbZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/du7LIr5P7pk/s320/P1040012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298691883669417362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the snow has nearly all gone but the ice remains.  My son and I together with one of his friends was supposed to go sledging today but, alas, it was not supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the beautful scene at Jephson Gardens (it looks better in real life, I am by no means a photographer!).  I love this place as its great in the winter and great in the summer with an excellent cafe!!!  It also has an indoor mini Eden project which is a fantastic place to take the children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone taking a trip to Leamington Spa must pay a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought for this entry is, where do you go to re-activate your senses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-220946855644032424?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/220946855644032424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/tis-gone-for-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/220946855644032424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/220946855644032424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/tis-gone-for-now.html' title='tis gone for now'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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/_u6yoSiFCHa0/SYi8McxcbZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/du7LIr5P7pk/s72-c/P1040012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583697367497627717.post-8390936382157260247</id><published>2009-02-02T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:52:10.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>very happy</title><content type='html'>So Monday has been done for this week and what a manic day it has been, work and mind agility to leave me, well frankly it has left me gasping for energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a general excitement fills me and my boys as its snowing, big fat heavy flakes of the white wonderful stuff - I love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the most beautiful pictures today, I saw the first spring flower, a snowdrop, peaking up above the snow, behind it was two branches..one of an ever green and one of a single bold branch...i will try to capture this with my camera and upload it.  Another scene was of 2 small children running around in circles dancing in the falling snow.  The last but by no means least was the looks of pure joy mixed with concentration on my sons face as we walked to school this morning...he was soo overjoyed with the snow and trying desperately to walk where no one had trodden yet..fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cats however are blaming me for the weather.  You have to appreciate that all 3 of my cats are devilishly dumb. They do not go out side when its too wet, too cold or too damp so the snow has completely thrown them.  My cats have scowls and I got more that my fair share of them this morning.  If they could have spoken to me as I was pottering about they would have said "oi you, dinner now, make the snow go away as you put it there...sort it out" - the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I feel humble to the snow.  It lays covering all the dirt, it makes you cold enough to want to go back in and have a bowl of soup and fresh bread, it makes you want to go outside and reclaim your youth by building snowmen, it lies to you..its semi warm when you go out to play snowball fights but within half an hour you can no longer feel your wet gloved hands.  I bow down to its many facets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am happy with the pretty town I live in and tomorrow it will have all gone.  I hope it isn't all gone as I really want to get out there with my camera..I am no photographer but I do like to snap away at things that please me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought for this entry is..what is the weather doing with you?? and do you appreciate it or wish it would try something new??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-8390936382157260247?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/8390936382157260247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-happy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8390936382157260247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8390936382157260247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-happy.html' title='very happy'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-6060727437986954535</id><published>2009-02-01T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:21:36.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight loss new year resolution</title><content type='html'>If you read my new year's resolutions, you will know that one of them was to loose up to 10 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this week I have been really going for it, walking when I could have driven, Eaten fruit instead of crisps or chocolate, and all this has paid off in the form of 4 mighty pounds!!!! I haven't been hungry or felt that I have been missing out and all that walking has given me more energy!!!  Even my husband has noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is is that just 4 pounds is such a fragile weight loss, one major blow out like pizza and garlic bread followed by a chocolate cake and it will go back on again.  So I need to keep track of what I eat and try to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;I am going out for a celebratory lunch on Tuesday which will (I am sure) involve a weeks worth of calories but I will try to be on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also bought some fitness DVDs because the weather has been sooo rubbish that walking at the moment is very cold and so far this year we have been able to avoid any coughs or colds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fitness DVDs I have bought are 30 minute of intense work outs.  One is for core strength, the other is like a boxercise one and the other one is stretch and tone...fantastic body here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main incentive for this is to make my self feel better.  My husband is fantastic in that he always says I look great, but I want to feel great for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought for this entry is what do you do to allow yourself to feel great on the inside?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-6060727437986954535?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/6060727437986954535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/weight-loss-new-year-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/6060727437986954535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/6060727437986954535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/02/weight-loss-new-year-resolution.html' title='weight loss new year resolution'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-2795772778537480152</id><published>2009-01-31T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:21:35.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its all one big mess</title><content type='html'>When my husband and I bought our house about 3 years ago, it was something that was last decorated in the 1970's!  we fell in love with it instantly and could see the potential of it.  Before we moved in we (and a whole heap of help) decorated it to a live-able standard...it needs doing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet and bathroom are 2 separate rooms and, and this is where you need to visualise, pink tiles - magnolia toilet bath and sink (or champagne as its called in brochures!) and a cream coloured flooring...nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have finished the toilet room and for a toilet room its beautiful, just as I wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time for the bathroom.  Last night we decided to take the tiles off the walls and we thought this would take forever and then the plaster behind would probably need skimming, how wrong we were.  After an hour and a half work, all tiles were off because - get this - the lazy sods had tiled over wallpaper!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's exploits are going to be taking out the old bath and replacing it with my shinny new white one...I am a simple girl with simple pleasures and a shinny white new bath is a very good thing.  For 3 years I have lived with a magnolia bath and I really am like a child with a new toy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mess however is a whole new concept.  I cannot rest if my house is a mess or if there are dishes to do...I just can not do it.  I loath cleaning with a passion but once I start its like a whirl wind...I just have to get it finished.  I generally tidy everyday but once a week I do a massive clean where everything gets done.  I hate things just lying around where someone should have put it away, I also hate clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine that decorating a room like the bathroom is irking me somewhat.  The tiles came off relatively easily but there is dust everywhere and as I type this I heave a sigh at the work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I go now to tidy or rip more of the vile bathroom out to be replaced with clean and tidy...I hope!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought for this entry is what irks you, is it mess like mine or something else (no work irks to be included), then on the flip side what makes you truly happy that gives you feeling of contentment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-2795772778537480152?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/2795772778537480152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-all-one-big-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/2795772778537480152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/2795772778537480152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-all-one-big-mess.html' title='its all one big mess'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-5735772590553674143</id><published>2009-01-29T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:45:10.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love thursday</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone and welcome to my first "love Thursday".  Love Thursday is just a day when everyone can express their love.  It originated with a relative who I also call my friend.  This fantastic lady is an excellent photographer and I draw inspiration from the way that she has chosen to lead her life.  She is a fantastic wife and mother and manages (somehow) to the whole work life balance.  Once a week she posts love Thursday without fail and I have decided to participate in this.  I encourage you all to browse her blog and to look at her amazing photo journal that she call Choolooloonks....God bless Karen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what Karen posted at the very start of love Thursday, please take a look and then feel free to go to her blog which is http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-style: italic;" class="entry-header"&gt;all you need is love&lt;/h3&gt; 	 	 		 			&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go take a look at Irene Nam's beautiful post, &lt;a href="http://irenenam.squarespace.com/journal/love-is-really-all-around-me-and-so-the-feeling-grows.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a short one -- go ahead, I'll wait.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't it beautiful?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After I saw the post, I noticed that Irene was online, so I started chatting with her. Long story short, we've decided that we're going to proclaim today &lt;strong&gt;Love Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;.  Here's how it works:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. For those of you who have blogs, post a photograph today on your blogs that shows love -- it can be of you and your partner, you and your children, you and your pets, you loving life, your kids playing with your pets, strangers in the arrivals lounge at Heathrow airport, whatever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Once you've posted it, come back here (or go to Irene's), and leave the permalink to your post in the comments, as evidence that love is, indeed, all around us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. For those of you who don't have blogs, don't feel left out -- you can leave a description of a time you witnessed love in the comments as well. Who says a picture has to be made with a photograph?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, ready? Here's my submission, taken in the departure lounge at Piarco Airport, in Trinidad. The quality of the shot is pretty awful, but I think it gets the point across:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img src="" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" /&gt;Almarzlovethurs" title="Almarzlovethurs" src="http://www.chookooloonks.com/photos/uncategorized/almarzlovethurs.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Love Thursday, everyone.  I can't wait to see what you share.&lt;/p&gt;So from here on in I will be taking part of love Thursday, please feel free to add your comments / links...and when I get sorted I will also be posting pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-5735772590553674143?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/5735772590553674143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/5735772590553674143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/5735772590553674143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-thursday.html' title='love thursday'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-1997897760913023897</id><published>2009-01-28T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T03:08:07.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored bored bored.......</title><content type='html'>I want to go outside and feel the sunshine on my face, to wear clothes that are of a nice thin flattering fabric rather wrapping up with the end result of looking like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Michelin&lt;/span&gt; man, the winter is now officially driving me insane and i'm more than bored with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to moan that its too hot to do anything, I would give anything not to have the heating on all day long, to go for a walk without getting rained on or blue because its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cold, I want to look at the blue sky and form shapes out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cloud's&lt;/span&gt;...not look out of the window and see a grey, cold, wet nasty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from dropping Theodore off out at school, I tried to convince myself that I liked the rain, that it cleaned everything and made all the roads glisten, I tried to make little mad stories up that there was creatures living in the puddles and that the puddles needed to be that colour of brown in order for the creatures to have their parties in....I failed, I hate the rain in winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I love the rain after a hot summers day.  The smell of the rain, the way it makes you feel after you have been hot all day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the only time that it feels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;like its cleansing&lt;/span&gt;....not a constant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt; drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone gets a bit blah about the weather at this time of year.  I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; that all Brits will be praying for any kind of warmth about now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have made a decision.  Those of you who know me will know that flying is one of my biggest fears, I have had therapy and this had made things more manageable, not easier mind you.  So the decision I have made is next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;, no matter what, We 3 are going to go somewhere warm for a week or 2...not too far away though, maybe Greece or something??!?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;I figured that we are all recovering from Christmas in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; and in March we are all reaching for the warmer weather, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the warmer weather comes, its like blinking away the dark, its like a really good stretch after an excellent nights sleep, the first day of warm is so exciting that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;inevitably&lt;/span&gt; head straight for the shops to re-stock the summer wardrobe, only for the warm weather to last one single day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my friends, I am looking - maybe - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; - to up sticks and re-locate to somewhere with a better climate.  I go through this every year around this time.  I log on and start searching various places and the weather there throughout the year.  For me Australia is a big no no, if there is anything to bite, it always bites me and Australia has far to many things like that for my liking....not sure where to go but if you have any suggestions please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought for today....is there anything you like about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gloomy&lt;/span&gt; drizzle weather??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-1997897760913023897?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/1997897760913023897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored-bored-bored.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1997897760913023897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1997897760913023897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored-bored-bored.html' title='bored bored bored.......'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-260379731492006118</id><published>2009-01-25T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:59:48.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>having fun.....</title><content type='html'>Today, my husband and I took our son ice skating, along with us was our friends and 2 beautiful girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say it was just mere fun would be not doing the experience justice.  It was such a laugh but very achy with it!! we rented boots from the centre which were stiff and cut into our feet in various places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off with what I called a "clinger", which meant that I was grabbing hold of the side rail for dear life, my husband had hold of my child and none of us 3 fell over (a great achievement on our part).  Over the period of being on the ice I became a little more confident and I went round the rink without being a clinger and I have to say I am very very proud of myself!!! So this I shall call the first sport to try (see new years resolutions) with 2 more to go. &lt;br /&gt;My friend and I laughed that my husband looked like Bamby on ice, he has these really long legs!!  But he excudes confidence and I have not seen him try a new thing without adapting and being good at it....hmmpphhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The centre provides a course of 6 lessons and my husband and I are seriously thinking that the 3 of us could take lessons!!! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say us 3 stayed on our feet, however my friend did'nt, I have warned her that I would include her into this entry so I don't think she will be too mad at me for telling you. &lt;br /&gt;By the time we got to the rink there had been a fair amount of people and the ice had some large pits in it, her blades got stuck in one and she fell flat on her teeny tiny butt!! I have to say that I did a rather good job at not laughing as I did'nt want to risk falling over and joining her on the cold wet ice!! - sorry dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her oldest daughter was a genius on the ice, there was no fear of falling over, as soon as she got on that ice she was off and there was no stopping that 8 year old!!!  She fell a couple of times, smiled and got straight back up, it was perfect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 7 of us then went off for something to eat at a mock New Orleans cafe thing and had good food and had a really good relaxed time, the children were just being perfect children - giggly and not eating, whilst the "grown-ups" chatted and set the world straight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its soo sad that my friend and her partner are so very happy together but he is moving to Gratz for work purposes very soon.  Why is it that as soon as us girls meet Mr Right a wrong situation happens where you have to completely change the dynamics of the relationship for it to continue??  My friend and her partner are a perfect couple and very strong so I am sure they will be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I have the ice skating bug, it was so much fun that I highly recommend you going, but be warned the boots hurt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for this entry, what new thing have you tried recently where you can't wait to do it again??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-260379731492006118?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/260379731492006118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/having-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/260379731492006118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/260379731492006118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/having-fun.html' title='having fun.....'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-1798348918643751701</id><published>2009-01-24T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:35:31.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my friday nights....</title><content type='html'>I have had a really exciting and fantastic week this week where everything seems to be falling into place in my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some really great news this week and have been on a high since and because of this have been a little bit giddy and have forgotten some golden rules both at work and at home.  I have seemed to be over emotional, so I felt the need to just settle all those emotions down with a little me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday night is my night....no matter what, I make sure that I get some serious me time.  I do this by taking an hour out and having a very long, hot luxurious bath with lots of lovely products that are supposed to do heavenly things to your skin, I make a cup of tea and have that whilst in the bath, I light some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;candes&lt;/span&gt; and think about the week that has been and the week ahead.  I use this time to put things right in my mind that may have upset me and just ensure that they stay where they should be, in the past and I make amends with that as I can no longer do anything about it....I basically try to distance any bad feeling from the memories.  I giggle about the things that have amused me and with these memories I try to keep the good emotions running through them.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how cranky I am if I do not have this me time the week following...I have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night, well that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;strickly&lt;/span&gt; for me and my husband.  The phones go off the computers do not get turned on and we curl up on the couch and chat or play a board game or watch a film with the lights off.  A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night always involves a really good box of chocolates and an inevitable bottle of weird named beer for my husband...I don't drink so I have a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;falvoured&lt;/span&gt; water or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of these nights are ever compromised, they are set in stone as 2 nights out of 7 I make time for my husband and then myself.  When you have kid/s, I think it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; very important to set &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; one night for your partner but that is a whole other entry for another time, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, because I have had a fairly high emotional based week, I thought it wise that I have the Sunday night bath last night and get all that sort of  stuff done with or there was no way I would be able to have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can report that I am now slightly more grounded and that I have worked through all the stuff that I need to, although I am still smiling like a lunatic!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I had a wonderful night last night and, as usual after a Friday night, I love him so much more than I ever thought possible.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; nights are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt; free night where we just become individuals that love each other unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought for this entry has to be, if you are with someone, what do you do to re-ignite your flames for each other, and please be aware that I do not mean on a sexual basis but within your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;soul's&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-1798348918643751701?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/1798348918643751701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-friday-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1798348918643751701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1798348918643751701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-friday-nights.html' title='my friday nights....'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-2363302645783247603</id><published>2009-01-22T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T04:30:26.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weather with you</title><content type='html'>As some of you know, I am on a mission of me this year.  One of those mission statements is that I want to loose 10 pounds, to continue with this I have started walking rather quickly with a hope to progress onto jogging and then running, keeping in mind that one day I would like to do the London marathon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I had big plans of going on a long walk, but the English weather has rubbished those plans.  Some fit people may argue that the weather should not make a difference but to get out there anyway...me I hate getting wet, I have to go to work later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this the weather man is telling me that it will brighten up later, great..again I have work later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its grey and dull to the point of I have the lights on.  Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;t sort of rain that is just hanging in the air, not rain but not fog either, not cold but not exactly warm.  This brings me to a very girlie point of what to wear???  I don't want to wrap up in a big jacket to keep the wet out but its not warm enough to wear a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thinner&lt;/span&gt; jacket...oh the pains of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my heart pumping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; today will consist of.................housework.....how can I possible contain my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; I here you cry, life in the fast lane eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am serious thinking of up-rooting and moving to a warmer place, but then I would moan that it's too hot to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;!!! - maybe I just need to get my butt in gear and fingers off keyboard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought for today is, what do you procrastinate about and do you do anything to stop this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-2363302645783247603?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/2363302645783247603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/weather-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/2363302645783247603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/2363302645783247603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/weather-with-you.html' title='the weather with you'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-5198770622436314714</id><published>2009-01-21T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:34:45.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am very proud of.......</title><content type='html'>There are alot of things in my life that I am proud.  I am proud of my child, as, I am sure, are most mothers. I am very proud to be my husband's wife as I think that he is the best man to walk this earth. I am proud of the life I lead - sometimes I let it lead me, and other times I take the bull by the horns and go for it...I am a fairly out going person but I am learning my limits!  I am proud to still be trying to figure out exactly who I truly am and to still be asking the question "what am I all about"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today however, I am very proud of myself.....I love wallpapering as I like the clean decorated look.  For a while now my husband and I have been decorating our toilet room and our bathroom with a little hallway included, anyway, today I decorated the hallway - on my own!!!  I wallpapered the ceiling, and I wallpapered the walls with a patterned wall covering and it looks really good!!  I have never done it all on my own before!!  I have to say that I am now tired and my arms are aching but I feel a good days work has been done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is a very pragmatic person and takes everything in his stride.  I did'nt tell him that I was doing all that decorating today, even though I spoke to him on the telephone during the day.  So when he got home dinner was ready and I had sorted everything out, he went upstairs came down and said...wonderful...which is praise indeed!!!  if it was me and he had done all the work I would have said " excellent babe, well done, can't believe you got all that done in one day, your brilliant"..but that one simple word from him meant everything to me...he is the love of my life and I adore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are lots of things that I am proud of in my life and each day is a day to at to that list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought for today is, what are you most proud of in your life, do you have a unique single item or a list as I have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-5198770622436314714?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/5198770622436314714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-very-proud-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/5198770622436314714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/5198770622436314714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-very-proud-of.html' title='I am very proud of.......'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-3366851293768522638</id><published>2009-01-20T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:17:20.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new president</title><content type='html'>I am not very politicaly minded but lets say I have my views..however flakey they may be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In saying that, I am very very excited about Obama, I hope and pray that he actually comes good with his manifest and that is wasn'nt just all talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This historic day really is getting to me and I have shed a tear of joy at how far mankind has come in what...50 years or so??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been times recently that I have been ashamed of the human race, the way that we are carving up the earth to maintain our fuel supplies, the way we kill animals to produce our "medicines", some plant types can no longer be found and wild animals are rapidly on the decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that in mind, I am proud today to be human as I look back on how we used to treat people that we did'nt understand or even bother to get to know but to use those "minorities" for our own free will...well those days are long gone and the election of Obama has proven that once and for all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that this one man can make the difference that he has promised with the help of his aids and that the press and the media do not hound him as they have so many other political people...lets give him our support and not try to find the holes in his armour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, every single one of us has bad days at work and for some reason, on that bad day, we really should'nt have bothered because everything goes wrong, but being one of the worlds most powerful people is stress beyond the levels that we can ever appreciate, so I am sure his bad days are going to get blown out of all context!!  But I for one trust this man and I do think that he is going to make a difference, granted it will take a year or two as he has some serious brown stuff to sweep up, but c'mon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is no thought for today as I think that today's events are thought provoking enough...good look Obama and to America, the world is cheering you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-3366851293768522638?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/3366851293768522638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-president.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/3366851293768522638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/3366851293768522638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-president.html' title='The new president'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-7000872007175017429</id><published>2009-01-19T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:38:24.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>words and nonsense</title><content type='html'>When I first started this it was to accomplish one of the things on my list in my purple book, but now I have thought about it a bit more.  It is still one of those things in the book but I think I ought to explain my entries on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't sit and think about what I am going to write, I have never sat down with a notebook, it just kind of happens.  The only thing that I do think is that I have'nt written in a couple of days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I start typing I have a rule to myself that I never delete what I have written, which is why its all over the place at times!!!!!  I only ever adjust things if I re-read it and I am not getting the point across in a way that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just type and see where it goes, sometimes its about what I have been up to and sometimes its about things I have come across on my day to day busy life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that what I do write is thought provoking and gets you thinking.  I hope that you have your own thoughts about what I write, it could be that i am talking a lot of rubbish or it could be that it provokes some sort of emotion from you (no matter what that emotion might be!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a mixed up cocktail of stuff, trying to get the parenting thing right adn making sure that my marriage is happy and healthy, contacting friends just to check that they are OK, making the best of my day job and also taking care of number me, so sometimes my ranting on here might reflect all that that is me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like what I write, well great but if you don't, I am sorry but I will never ever change...but I might adapt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thought for this entry is whey out there....what do you find most thought provoking? is it music or words or art (art, I know its a big thing!)...for me its mostly the written word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-7000872007175017429?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/7000872007175017429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7000872007175017429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7000872007175017429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-words.html' title='words and nonsense'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-7100923858575267848</id><published>2009-01-18T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:11:33.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain and then relief</title><content type='html'>Last week started with a bad kidney infection and me tring to cope with the feeling of being kicked in the lower back as best as I could.  Towards the end of the week, the left side of my lower back was very painful and then yesterday (being saturday) I pulled all of my shoulder muscles - just by shifting in my seat...ooouuuccchhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got straight on the phone to my massage therapist who, bless her, hop footed it straight over.  Pleased that my pain was going to go away, I did'nt think of the whole getting onto to the massage table thing...the pain can only be described as a white hot pain with lots of screaming...I can smile now but at the time was almost in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the blessed relief was just amazing, my massage therapist has really gifted hands!!!  The oils that she used were simply heavenly, the technique that she applied - at first it was soft and gentle getting harder to really work my muscles...I am a truly thankfull person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now well on the mend and am looking forward to a very exciting week...I have to keep what the exciting thing is under wraps for now but as soon as I can tell you I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; fighting fit and reading to go with a bit of retail therapy under my belt I face the week ahead!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people really hate Sundays but I like them....my reasons????....&lt;br /&gt;1) I get excited about what the week ahead will bring&lt;br /&gt;2) I wonder if the plans I have for the coming week will happen&lt;br /&gt;3) At the start of the week I try to contact as many friends as I can, normally about 10 per week, just to say Hi.&lt;br /&gt;And thats why I like Sundays, saying goodbye to the week that can not be re-lived, if it was a good week then great but if it was a bad week, put it down to experience and move on having leasons learnt....Ok just me on the Sunday thing then?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought for this post is....I had a shoulder trauma and I used that as an excuse to get a massage...what is your Indulgent in this busy world and why is it that one??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-7100923858575267848?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/7100923858575267848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain-and-then-relief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7100923858575267848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/7100923858575267848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain-and-then-relief.html' title='pain and then relief'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-8277395671070357969</id><published>2009-01-15T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:12:30.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilt</title><content type='html'>The guilt that comes with being a parent is sometimes very overwhelming, when you think you know what your child is up to it changes...so what I am on about now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son would be happy if he never had to eat again, he is such a great kid, but 3 times a day we have a battle for him to eat his meal....last night was no exception.  he sat there moaning on about how his leg hurt, I thought that he was trying it on and trying to get out of eating, so I just said eat your food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this morning he woke up and bless him, could hardly walk....oooppps said I.  Now at this point I had to make some investigations as to where it hirt and had he done anything to hurt himself, the pain is right around the area that a man would get groin strain...again ooopppps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took him to the doctors where he examined him and told that its not his groin but his hip....oh good lord, he sends to go and see an orthopaedic person at the hospital - straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went to A&amp;amp;E department and one boring hour later we were seen by a really nive gentleman who explained that for children, its really easy for them to hurt / damage their hips... in my sons case he thinks that my son has a virus but isnt too sure, it could just be hurt...excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have to go back next week if its no better for some test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here was me thinking that my son was trying to pull a fast one and trying to get out of eating but he was actually injured...I am officially the mother I swore I would never be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my question for pondering today is - have you any guilts and if so what do you do to ensure the situation does not happen again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-8277395671070357969?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/8277395671070357969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/guilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8277395671070357969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8277395671070357969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/guilt.html' title='guilt'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-294691784597585795</id><published>2009-01-14T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:41:25.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>I am not sure of who said it but I quote "most friends are good for certain situations like if a particular friend is the one that you hang out with in your sweats and eat junk food and have a good old bitch with, you would'nt then go to an art gallery with that friend, you would go with one more serious or appreciative". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some extent I agree.  There are some friends that I can have a good old gossip and a really good bitch with without fear of my words becoming public property, and some friends I keep to help me mature and talk seriously with, I have some friends that write so its easy to ask them for advise rather than a friend that goes out and gets drunk all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would, however, call all of my friends my best friends as that individual is, well, is an individual and should be treated as such.  All of my friends mean the world to me and I would hate to loose any of them, and in this I have a deep set fear of upsetting them or saying a something that is out of turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it takes a while to get to truly know people.  Some people you can just click with and have a riot with but for the most time, I enjoy getting to know people and sharing life stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that upsets me is the lines "why havent you called me in ages" "well you havent called me"...what utter crap.  If its a true friend then that little conversation does not happen... when you call that friend or they call you its instant joy at simply speaking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the kind of chat with a friend that you put the kettle on, feet curled under you on the couch and just talk until you realise the time!!! - nothing better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my question/s for today are...what do you enjoy about your friends and do you agree with the statement that certain friends are good for certain situations??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-294691784597585795?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/294691784597585795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/294691784597585795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/294691784597585795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-8357510011718056204</id><published>2009-01-12T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:15:04.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just your average day</title><content type='html'>Hello dear friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is a day in life of me...got woken up way to early as far as I am concerned (went to bed late last night) by husband...not impressed and I do not think the language barrier of the not awake, incoherent state I was in was met with chirpy awake husband has been broken yet.  Laying in bed trying desperatly to land on planet earth and then realising it is Monday and that I have to get son down to school, on time...and then realising that husband is on a course this week and could probably do some getting ready stuff for me, so in my excellent not awake yet vocabulary I asked him to make sons lunch..grumbling about the time, off he went...excellent thought I.  Then I looked at the clock, shit, 30 minutes to get me ready, son ready and get out the door, cutting it fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed a pair of pants....hmmm could be yesterdays, i'll sort that out when I get back from school, no one will know.  Gets dressed...whatever was on the floor, scrape hair back and run a wipe over my face and do teeth, good me done in 5 minutes...next, the son....excellent mother that I am, have put childs clothes for the day over the radiator so that they are nice and warm for him!!! - god i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouts / screams at son to get himself up stairs to get dressed....he gets dressed whilst I am having a pee...2 things at once and he thinks he is all grown up doing things without mummy there...kiss husband bye...childs teeth are done and the hair fairy has come and done nasty things with childs so try and sort that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good, grab everything and head out the door - excellent, the rain is coming down sideways...back inside for brolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, already soaking wet and cold, wet cold, child is happily skipping along...I have to express that at this point I am still not awake when child declares "lets play Harry Potter" hmmm the joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get to school on time - how did that happen???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from school and back in crappy but really comfy bottoms as my jeans are soaked, yesterdays knickers replaced, I sit down with a coffee and do some worth while stuff on the internet...playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showered, iron uniform for work, out the house again to go and meet mum and auntie for coffee before work...get wet again, sod it, I catch the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very early so have to wait in the rain...can you see the patern forming here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in cafe drinking hot coffee drying out - shit going to be late for work and mad dash it to work...here I can sort of relax a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great afternoon working with a good friend and have a bit of a laugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get home put dinner on, eat dinner, go to the loo and now...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my friends, I am home, dry and thats about it for the rest of the day, husband is making noises about finishing some decorating...hmmmph on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how was your day??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-8357510011718056204?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/8357510011718056204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-your-average-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8357510011718056204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8357510011718056204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-your-average-day.html' title='just your average day'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-2026612101291948929</id><published>2009-01-09T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:46:53.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>always take the weather with you</title><content type='html'>I have been cold allll day and cannot get warm, there is no need for it to be these sub zero temperatures when there is supposed to be a globing warming issue...maybe they could move the ice caps here, that might give them a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonights plans are, husband, son and I are all going to cozy up on the air bed and camp downstairs tonight watching predictable movies that you just can't turn off!!!! - good times....it's all about memories for the boy to look back on!!! When I look back on my childhood, for some reason all of my memories are where the sun is bright and I am out playing some game with friends...I think its important for boy to look back on his childhood with heaps of fun memories, not just mummy going off on one because he hasnt eaten his lunch, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my question today is, what is your earliest memory and what is your best childhood memory...also was the sun always bright in your memories or is it just me and my cold blood!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-2026612101291948929?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/2026612101291948929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/always-take-weather-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/2026612101291948929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/2026612101291948929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/always-take-weather-with-you.html' title='always take the weather with you'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-994144431676439018</id><published>2009-01-06T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T05:12:18.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolutions - update</title><content type='html'>another resolution, if I can add another one to make 6 in total...is to try new or re-visit 3 sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one...i'm going to go golf lessons!!!! cant wait to ge the whole outfit going on and to shout FOUR or understand what the hell a birdie is!!! - watch this space for fun update!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ideas for sports that I could do locally - need babysitter for son which is why I need to go locally!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-994144431676439018?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/994144431676439018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/994144431676439018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/994144431676439018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions-update.html' title='resolutions - update'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-8655496402477540951</id><published>2009-01-05T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T02:09:26.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmm</title><content type='html'>so a new year and today is the day that things start to get back to "normal".  Husband has gone to work for the morning, he is looking after son this afternoon while I go and do a stint at the paid work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont do the paid job on Tuesday and so, with a faint skip in my step, I am really looking forward to tomorrow as i am going to have such a productive day.  Today I will get all the house work done and things like that so tomorrow I can really get to grips with my other stuff - like the writing thing.... I am sooo excitied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, Son and I spend cutting fancy pictures out of magazines and creating a visual experience of what we hope for in 2009....not enough magazines, need more pictures!!!  I bought a little miss and a mr men poster to cut up, it was very interesting what son choose for his representation of himself with the mr men!!!! - I will tell you all about it when we are done and the pictures have been stuck down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it for now, maybe more later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question for today....what are you excited about and (if any) what do you need to do to get prepared???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-8655496402477540951?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/8655496402477540951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8655496402477540951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8655496402477540951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmm'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-2701090766072527791</id><published>2009-01-04T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T05:32:16.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>world news</title><content type='html'>I read various different news sites as I prefer to get as many different points as possible.  I cant say this is one of my favourite past times, but I do think its important.  I also look at an American and Australian etc etc site if those at number 10 do a press release for one thing or another, I do this to see what other countries have said about it and their reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Journalists try to give a non biased account of events which annoys me slightly, sometimes it would be nice to see how others are reacting to that bit of news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that all of the worlds media have got together and said this is what we will be saying about this topic, and they all agree, more or less word for damn word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, this pisses me off as where is the variation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where this is going but I felt the need to share!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what of the state of the world at the moment...all this Miss Worlds neglected their powers and went against their "i want world peace" speeches at the competitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some so called leaders all need their bloody heads banging together or shaking and told / shouted at WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaahhhhhhhhh - woke up in one this morning, sorry about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-2701090766072527791?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/2701090766072527791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/world-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/2701090766072527791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/2701090766072527791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/world-news.html' title='world news'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-3903685673290854582</id><published>2009-01-03T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:27:55.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy day results!!</title><content type='html'>So, after saying that I was feeling rather lazy and that I was going to kick myself up the ass, it turned out to be a fun day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has sooo many toys that all we have in the way of space in his room his a clear path to his bed, so I thought about getting a loft bed from a weel known swedish flat pack shop...and off we went.  We couldnt find one that we all liked so i decided on the spot that we would re-decorate his room.  The favourite colour of my son at the moment is red....blood red...hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I got some red bits and bobs to go into his room and I am very pleased with my line of thought as to how the bedroom will look!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my son was born, my father in law very kindly made my son a huge cot, a fantastic peice of woodwork, which was / is big enough for son to still sleep in.  Because it is a cot it has high sides, husband came up with a genius idea od literally turning the bed upside down!!! and it work!!! a few modifications are required but we have more storage / shove it in there space and I am very chuffed!!! - saved some money which is not like me at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, a friend of mine also keeps a blog, she has made 9 resolutions for 09 and has made a "vision board".  This is basically going through magazines, cutting out ones that are insprational towards said resolutions and stick em all down, hang this somewhere personal but prominent and hey presto, fun and a reminder!!! - I think I am going to do with son and see how it goes and that child is not into creative stuff and all and it drives me mad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I shall let you all know how that goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING SOON - PHOTO'S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-3903685673290854582?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/3903685673290854582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/lazy-day-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/3903685673290854582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/3903685673290854582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/lazy-day-results.html' title='lazy day results!!'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-8601926434342105213</id><published>2009-01-03T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T03:04:09.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy days</title><content type='html'>At the moment I am feeling rather lazy and trying to get out of stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided that a quick kick up the ass is in order.  I hate the whole lazy can't be bothered feeling and the only way I know how to get out of it is to do some from of excersise, like running round the lounge or dancing like a mad thing with my son.....todays excersise will come in the form of swimming.  I say comes in the form of because, although my son can kind of make his way across the pool, I dont think it can be described as "swimming"! also, at our local pool there is a nice big slide, so not that much swimming actually takes place.  Today though, husband is coming so that means he can do the slide thing whilst I go and thrash my way up and down the adult pool!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question for today is...do you ever get cant be bothered days and if so do you get yourself out of it and how or do you just hide under the duvet for the day?!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-8601926434342105213?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/8601926434342105213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/lazy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8601926434342105213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/8601926434342105213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/lazy-days.html' title='lazy days'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-1319424327221427884</id><published>2009-01-01T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:19:47.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more to do with resolutions</title><content type='html'>Having wished friends happy new year and talking about a new fresh leaf of a year, we got talking and laughing about New Years resolutions, and it got me thinking......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled new years resolutions and in and amongst the crap I tried to find where they began. &lt;br /&gt;At this point I think it would be fair to make my opinion known....I am thinking that a Mr/Mrs Perfect decided that the crap people that they knew should need a kick up the gluteus maximus so came up with an ingenius plan "ah" said perfect "I think I will make them decided what they want to achieve and then make them declare it on the first day of each year, thus setting themselves up for a fall".  Lets face it, most of us are expert in the field of procrastination, but having made a New Years resolution, we feel duty bound to comform with the notion that we must carry out this oath of losing weight / quiting smoking / being better at..... but then half way through the first month it all goes a wee bit pair shaped!!!! - madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, with this in mind I decided to try and find out where this tradition started, fully expecting it to have started around the 18 hundreds or something... so anyway....and heres the deal.... it all started whey back in the Babylonian period, around 2000BC where their New Years resolution was to give back borrowed items!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in this case, I think it fitting that I continue with this tradition, but maybe add one more Resoltuion and that is not to break my resolutions!!??!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again, what are your New Years resolutions and I add a further question of, which ones do you fully expect to last and which ones to you kind of think are maybe a bit too much but are willing to give a try anyway??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-1319424327221427884?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/1319424327221427884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-to-do-with-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1319424327221427884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1319424327221427884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-to-do-with-resolutions.html' title='more to do with resolutions'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-3890699338501011934</id><published>2008-12-30T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:29:12.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 - resolutions..</title><content type='html'>Its nearly the new year my friends!!!  So lets discuss new years resolutions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally make a few new year resolutions which nearly always get forgetten and then remembered around my birthday, and I will come up with some lame excuse as to why I havent put them into action like "oh I usually only make new year resolutions on my birthday as thats my new year!" but then still I dont do anything about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this year it WILL be different.  I have decided to make them as realistic as possible as I get really disheartened when I dont see the fruits of my labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here they are, to be completed by 2010.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I will loose 10 pounds (and then re-assess)&lt;br /&gt;2. To start my book (I have endless amounts of notes about characters and story lines already).&lt;br /&gt;3. to do 3 hours of excersise over a week period (gym, dvd, walking at a good pace etc etc).&lt;br /&gt;4. to read books that are informative and not, as  my husband calls them, porn books.&lt;br /&gt;5. go and see a polo match at the local ground / pitch...whatever its called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start these NOW.  I have healthy food in the house, we went for a really long walk yesterday and the book notes are staring at me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions for today are...do you have any new years resolutions, do you normally succeed, do you think women make them and men not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-3890699338501011934?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/3890699338501011934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/3890699338501011934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/3890699338501011934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-resolutions.html' title='2009 - resolutions..'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-392560754570995748</id><published>2008-12-23T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:48:28.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its nearly christmas</title><content type='html'>This will probably be my last blog before christmas, and who knows, i might find a new blog site - watch this space for updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nearly christmas and I am very busy, making and baking and also being a child....the stocking has been put up and the presents have been bought and wrapped...all there is to do now is enjoy the day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite part of the day is when I first wake, the moment when you realise its christmas day, the excitment of the day ahead!!! I love that feeling, if we could just bottle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and do as much as I can do on christmas eve, like cook the meat and bake the mince pies and clean the house etc etc so all that is left to do is just enjoy the day.  Its extra special because I have a son who is 5 and he is syked about Father Christmas.  When my son had his first christmas, my husband and I had this really long chat about the whole Father Christmas thing...for 364 days of the year we tell our kids not to talk to strangers, not to open the door and let just anybody in, but for 1 night only, we not only let a stranger into the house but we allow said stranger to wander the house freely while we sleep??? We didnt know if hat was conflicting messages for our son.  But lets face it, childhood is such an innocent time, they dont know about "bad men" as my mum used to call them, all they know is magic (and what presents theywill be getting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy it I shall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my question for this issue is what is your favourite part of christmas day and is it the same now as when you were a child?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-392560754570995748?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/392560754570995748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-nearly-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/392560754570995748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/392560754570995748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-nearly-christmas.html' title='its nearly christmas'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-5522859664737600251</id><published>2008-12-20T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T04:12:40.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work party blushes.</title><content type='html'>last night I went to the Christmas party, delicious food, excellent atmosphere and the exciting tremours of "its nearly Christmas!!!".  Now, I am not the sort of person that necessarily hangs out with work people as the conversation nearly always is about work. &lt;br /&gt;Not at work, do not want to talk about work on a friday night at a beautiful restaurant.  But I have to say with a smile on my face, I had a really good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had decided before I went that I would just people watch.  I don't think one really gets a chance to do this at work as one is supposed to be working????  As I watched these familiar faces laughing and talking intently, it struck me as odd  that for a year and half i don't think I really know these people.  Yes, I call some of them friends and yes I have a good relationship with all of them, but do you really know the people that you work with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all said, it was a rather revealing night with certain people personalities and by just watching them and their body language and how they interacted with other's was rather incitful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question for today is - what have you experienced lately that has made you think / smile or ponder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-5522859664737600251?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/5522859664737600251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2008/12/work-party-blushes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/5522859664737600251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/5522859664737600251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2008/12/work-party-blushes.html' title='work party blushes.'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-6474799116526680342</id><published>2008-12-17T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:49:57.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good words</title><content type='html'>so, again I sit here with the expectant rush of enthusiasm for doing housework - still waiting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I sit here I also have the TV on - sad I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an advert (of which the product shall remain nameless) there was a  gentleman who said "I am a human being, not a human waiting or a human sitting, but a human being".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that... and no doubt I shall be using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my question for today is, what saying gets you moving or inspires you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-6474799116526680342?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/6474799116526680342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/6474799116526680342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/6474799116526680342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-words.html' title='good words'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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-1583697367497627717.post-1218520811034462542</id><published>2008-12-16T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:43:43.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning</title><content type='html'>So, my friends.  This is the beginning of, what I hope, to be a beautiful friendship!&lt;br /&gt;at the moment I am supposed to be doing all manner of other things other than sitting here on my laptop hoping for inspiration about what to write.  I guess I am not the only one who is bored of the daily mundane things and am whiling away the time on the Internet!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope that when I get my sorry ass around to posting my blog, each time will have a thought or a question for you to ponder and for (again there is the "hopefully") you special people will leave me a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought for the day = why do cats always lick their ass in the middle of the floor when there are guests round??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading and I'll speak soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583697367497627717-1218520811034462542?l=rebeccahannay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/feeds/1218520811034462542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2008/12/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1218520811034462542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583697367497627717/posts/default/1218520811034462542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/2008/12/beginning.html' title='the beginning'/><author><name>http://rebeccahannay.blogspot.com/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508167706315713673</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></feed>
