<?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-3431288</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:48:16.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>puddlealley</title><subtitle type='html'>sloshingaroundgettingmygumbootswet</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-77244314</id><published>2002-06-01T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-01T23:56:52.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, its amazing what can change in a day ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-77244314?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77244314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77244314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77244314' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-77216010</id><published>2002-06-01T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-01T03:40:32.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tricia and I have started a pitas all about our Europe 2003 trip!  You can see it &lt;a href="http://bigadventure.pitas.com/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; - raar!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-77216010?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77216010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77216010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77216010' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-77213249</id><published>2002-06-01T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-01T00:06:07.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The movie was okay.  Pretty average.  All I could think of most of the time was how incredible Cate Blanchett's cheekbones are and how marvellous she looks in red lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all though, is that across the road from the theatre is a stationery store that is closing down.  They had coloured envelopes of all shapes and sizes for only 10 cents each!!!!  I brought 30 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy is on her way round for some Chinese and Robin Hood: Prince Of Thieves is on the telly.  Now I just have to convince her to watch it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-77213249?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77213249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77213249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77213249' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-77203835</id><published>2002-05-31T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T18:19:42.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm off to the movies to see &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/Title?0245046"&gt;Charlotte Gray&lt;/a&gt;.  And while I'm at it, I'm gonna have a hot chocolate and (hopefully) buy some nice stationery to write letters this weekend.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-77203835?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77203835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77203835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77203835' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-77202816</id><published>2002-05-31T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T17:42:24.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, I have brought the brightest and funniest pajama pants of all time!  They are electric blue with black paw prints on them.  My parents almost died of laughter when I put them on.  And every time I look in the mirror I crack up.  They really are just very &lt;i&gt;bright&lt;/i&gt;, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have a belly full of sushi and a cute new 'do, which is quite un-blonde.  I need to do my highlights again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold and I'm gonna snuggle in bed in my new jammies.  Wahoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-77202816?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77202816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77202816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77202816' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-77195916</id><published>2002-05-31T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T13:41:25.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday is here.&lt;br&gt;June is here.&lt;br&gt;I had almost 10 hours sleep last night - bliss.&lt;br&gt;I'm listening to &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; song.  The saxophone tears at me.&lt;br&gt;Parentals are moving about, talking to the dog.&lt;br&gt;It's overcast outside.  Cool.  The perfect day for a grey sweater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-77195916?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77195916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77195916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77195916' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-77175239</id><published>2002-05-31T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T00:20:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marvellousness is abundant this weekend.  I have so many things to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:  Sleep in!  Haircut!  Seattle photos to the framers!  Big Brother &amp; Survivor!  &lt;br /&gt;Sunday: A surprise from Tricia!  New season of Dawsons Creek starts!  Big Brother &lt;b&gt;double eviction!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Monday: NO WORK!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus naps and beautiful stationery and new pajamas and sushi and subway and maybe even a movie!  And it's my last weekend of *freedom* since my sister arrives home next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to my car after work today I realised how happy I am.  This isn't everything but its something and I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-77175239?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77175239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77175239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77175239' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-77175094</id><published>2002-05-31T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T00:09:26.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kylie makes my booty shake .... *uh uh uh uh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-77175094?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77175094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77175094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77175094' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-77136081</id><published>2002-05-30T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T01:48:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hurt: in my belly&lt;br /&gt;I love: tricia and our plans&lt;br /&gt;I hate: nothing&lt;br /&gt;I cry: watching reality tv&lt;br /&gt;I fear: that this is all in my head&lt;br /&gt;I hope: that that morning by the beach will happen&lt;br /&gt;I sadden: at the airport&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone: when shes gone&lt;br /&gt;I kill: my inner critic&lt;br /&gt;I talk: whenever I can&lt;br /&gt;I listen: hard to the whispers of the Universe&lt;br /&gt;I break: my fingernails&lt;br /&gt;I see: opportunity&lt;br /&gt;I taste: orange juice&lt;br /&gt;I work: like a nomad&lt;br /&gt;I remember: how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;I hold: you dearly&lt;br /&gt;I hide: when the darkness becomes too tempting&lt;br /&gt;I pray: in my own way&lt;br /&gt;I walk: head down&lt;br /&gt;I drive: too much&lt;br /&gt;I read: too little&lt;br /&gt;I burn: brightly&lt;br /&gt;I breathe: you in&lt;br /&gt;I play: with paints and glitter and scissors&lt;br /&gt;I miss: my blue bootleg pants&lt;br /&gt;I touch: myself&lt;br /&gt;I learn: from everyone I meet&lt;br /&gt;I feel: tired but excited&lt;br /&gt;I know: I can kick this fear&lt;br /&gt;I said: that I hope she comes with me&lt;br /&gt;I dream: of people from Big Brother&lt;br /&gt;I have: a nice warm bed waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;I want: tomorrow to go by quickly&lt;br /&gt;I fail: in love&lt;br /&gt;I wait: constantly&lt;br /&gt;I need: myself&lt;br /&gt;I live: hopefully&lt;br /&gt;I die: when my job is done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-77136081?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77136081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77136081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77136081' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-77135927</id><published>2002-05-30T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T01:32:56.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I got back pictures of Seattle to take to the framers on Saturday.  I got home and Tricia was in her fire-fly jar, ready to chat.  We have made a website about our trip next year and its close to being unveiled.  She's made it all gorgeous ... eversogorgeous.  I had a bottle of my favourite orange juice.  I now only owe $100 on my credit card (ohmygod).  Peter looked divine in that grey shirt the other night.  My belly is bloated and a little cramped but the bed that is warming will sooth me very, very soon.  Counting down to Sunday which sounds like its going to be a patchwork of magical things.  The fear doesn't seem to fearful anymore and I think I'm really going to do this.  I can't believe I'm finally going to do this.  One more day of work and then I can have a three day weekend.  One can't help but feel pretty fucking fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-77135927?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77135927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77135927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77135927' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-77134305</id><published>2002-05-30T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T00:05:31.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am talking to my super duper extraordinary marvellous and succulent best friend and hunny bunny Tricia!!!!!!!  Yay for me!!!!!  What a wonderful treat to come home to :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-77134305?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77134305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77134305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77134305' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-77017645</id><published>2002-05-27T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T01:59:40.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN'T STAND IT ANY LONGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to put my electric blanket on my bed right now.  Its just way too fucking cold.  *shiver*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-77017645?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77017645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77017645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77017645' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-77017508</id><published>2002-05-27T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T01:52:15.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My massage was &lt;b&gt;wonderful&lt;/b&gt;.  If only I could have that done every day.  Oh well, I guess 3 or 4 weeks time will just have to do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got snail mail from the ever-smooshy &lt;a href="http://www.illumined.net/"&gt;Steffy&lt;/a&gt; - thanks hunny!  *mwah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-77017508?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77017508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/77017508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77017508' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76985397</id><published>2002-05-26T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-26T03:08:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting here, waiting for &lt;a href="http://www.bigbrother.iprimus.com.au"&gt;the eviction&lt;/a&gt;.  Not long now ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76985397?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76985397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76985397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76985397' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76983284</id><published>2002-05-26T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-26T00:18:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.  NOW I'm happy with it.  No more tampering for a little while yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/Title?0265666"&gt;the movie&lt;/a&gt; and was reasonably impressed.  I still haven't worked out whether it was funny or not, so I'll just stick with A Little Bizarre for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, I got to have a nice, frothy hot chocolate afterwards.  Walking up the road, wind in my face making my eyes water, waiting for the bus.  It was all worth it for the warm cup that I had in my hand.  Mmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76983284?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76983284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76983284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76983284' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76970182</id><published>2002-05-25T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-26T00:06:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally got it all sussed, moreorless.  I'm glad to have &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; done.  Title image can wait til later because I really can't be fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to bed until after 1 last night (v. late for me) and still woke at 7.30am.  I'm really gonna need a nap this afternoon, and lets hope I don't end up taking it in the movie theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm taking on one of the Big Fears.  I've taken just a little step but some big ones will be coming up soon.  Send me goodness, will ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76970182?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76970182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76970182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76970182' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76957318</id><published>2002-05-25T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-25T05:43:55.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the product of not being able to sleep on a Saturday.  I'm still not 100% about the colours and I haven't changed the title image but I just can't be asked right now.  I'm going to go and have another attempt at getting some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76957318?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76957318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76957318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76957318' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76954618</id><published>2002-05-25T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-25T01:36:28.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent the first ten minutes of Survivor bawling my eyes out tonight.  I'm such a softie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76954618?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76954618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76954618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76954618' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76951828</id><published>2002-05-24T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T23:06:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because there is still 36 minutes until Big Brother is on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first grade teacher's name:  Miss Hart.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;last word you said: now&lt;br /&gt;last song you sang: Silence - Delerium feat. Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;last person you hugged: Amy&lt;br /&gt;last thing you laughed at: My doggie&lt;br /&gt;last time you cried: ooohhh ... I know I cried watching something on tv a couple of days ago, but I can't remember what.&lt;br /&gt;what's in your cd player: Stevie Nicks - Trouble In Shangri la.&lt;br /&gt;what color socks are you wearing: bright red&lt;br /&gt;what's under your bed: journals, books, dust, socks&lt;br /&gt;what time did you wake up today: Just after 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future&lt;br /&gt;where do you want to go: everywhere&lt;br /&gt;what is your career going to be: thats a secret&lt;br /&gt;where are you going to live: by the beach&lt;br /&gt;how many kids do you want: none&lt;br /&gt;what kind of car you have: one the doesn't break down and is economical on gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness&lt;br /&gt;current taste: honey nut crunch muesli bar&lt;br /&gt;current hair: short, muted red with blonde highlights&lt;br /&gt;current clothes: black pants, navy singlet&lt;br /&gt;current annoyance: rude drivers&lt;br /&gt;current smell: nothing&lt;br /&gt;current longing: money for my trip next year&lt;br /&gt;current desktop picture: blueness&lt;br /&gt;current book: zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance&lt;br /&gt;current worry: money for my trip next year&lt;br /&gt;current time-wasting wish: to pash Peter from Big Brother, lmao!&lt;br /&gt;current hate: nothing really ...&lt;br /&gt;current favorite article of clothing: black bootleg pants&lt;br /&gt;favorite physical feature of the opposite sex:  arms, especially lower arms and hands&lt;br /&gt;last CD that you bought: oooohhh ... Lucinda Williams - Essence&lt;br /&gt;favorite place to be: in bed or on holiday&lt;br /&gt;least favorite place: at work&lt;br /&gt;strong in mind or strong in body: mind&lt;br /&gt;time you wake up in the morning: 6am.&lt;br /&gt;if you could play any instrument, what would it be: guitar&lt;br /&gt;favorite color: pink&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in an afterlife?: absolutely&lt;br /&gt;how tall are you: 5'4"&lt;br /&gt;current favorite words: super&lt;br /&gt;favorite books: memoirs of a geisha, norwegian wood, and some others I can't think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;favorite season: all of them&lt;br /&gt;one person from your past you wish you could go back and talk to: mikee&lt;br /&gt;one person you wish was here right now: tricia&lt;br /&gt;favorite day: saturday&lt;br /&gt;type a line you remember from any book: "we wanted to make good time, with the emphasis on &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; not &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt;' or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;a line from the last thing you wrote to someone: a LITTLE blurb?!  yeah right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;a random lyric: don't need no hateration&lt;br /&gt;identify some things surrounding your computer: screen cleaner, glass, muesli bar wrapper, photos, cds.&lt;br /&gt;last email you received: message from Bravenet saying someone signed my guestbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 minutes to go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76951828?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76951828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76951828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76951828' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76950217</id><published>2002-05-24T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T21:48:16.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went down to the park to meet my doggie and Dad as they watched the soccer.  She is so crazy and looks super super cute when she runs hell-for-leather towards you from far away.  Her ears get pinned down by her head and she smiles as she runs, tongue flapping out the side.  Then, just before she gets to you for a pat, she takes off in a different direction and you fall over trying to catch her.  Shes crazy! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76950217?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76950217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76950217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76950217' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76948475</id><published>2002-05-24T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T20:45:11.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I accidently found out who won Survivor.  And I really, really hope that I am wrong because if that person won then I will be even more disillusioned than I was about this series.  Because it has - quite frankly - sucked.  Although when I think about it a little more, I won't be happy with any of the winners this time round because I don't like any of the people.  So there.  Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76948475?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76948475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76948475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76948475' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76948419</id><published>2002-05-24T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T20:43:32.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tricia - you crack me up!!!!  If you're online get your arse onto AIM, okie? *smooch*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76948419?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76948419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76948419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76948419' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76943643</id><published>2002-05-24T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T17:39:52.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I *heart* sushi.  And Arano orange juice.  Raar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76943643?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76943643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76943643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76943643' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76937419</id><published>2002-05-24T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-25T03:05:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend To-Do List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Buy some Smint&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Put petrol in the car&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Have more sushi for lunch&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Go and see &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/Title?0265666"&gt;The Royal Tenenbaums&lt;/a&gt; for my Artist Date&lt;br /&gt;* Do AW tasks and check in&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Tidy my room&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Email &lt;strike&gt;Emma, Kirsty&lt;/strike&gt; and Holly&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Watch Survivor and Big Brother&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76937419?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76937419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76937419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76937419' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76916010</id><published>2002-05-24T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T00:32:27.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had a not-so-bad week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work actually went very quickly and I was surprised to wake this morning and remember its Friday.  It looks like my current work assignment is going to be extended right through June, as their move date has been set back to July 1.  I don't know whether I am happy about this or not ... I'll jot it down as a spot of apathy at this stage.  My credit card is &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; close to being back to zero.  Last payment will be on June 6, the day my sister arrives home.  Big Day For Me.  I have become obssessed with &lt;a href="http://www.greektravel.com" target="_blank"&gt;greektravel.com&lt;/a&gt; and now I can't even begin to decide which islands Tricia and I should visit together.  I also discovered &lt;a href="http://wwwsleepinginairports.net" target="_blank"&gt;Sleeping In Airports&lt;/a&gt; where my hometown made it into the top ten.  I had sushi for lunch today and topped that off with the marinated feta cheese that was left over from the shared lunch at work - yum!  I sent letters to some hunny bunnies of mine in the Midwest and received mail from The Hunny Bunny in California.  It's getting &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; cold here and I want Dad to bring out the heater tonight ... I'm not getting my hopes up though.  My thought of pulling the electric blanket out of the cupboard is becoming increasingly enticing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that about wraps it up.  I need some socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76916010?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76916010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76916010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76916010' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76915824</id><published>2002-05-24T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T00:22:33.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fridayfive.org" target="_blank"&gt;The Friday Five:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What's the last vivid dream that you remember having?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't often remember whole dreams, just bits and pieces.  I had one recently where both &lt;a href="http://www.nicksfix.com" target="_blank"&gt;Stevie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thedent.com" target="_blank"&gt;Tori&lt;/a&gt; died within a week of each other.  Stevie and I were friends and we knew that she was going to be murdered and I tried to convince her not to be in That Place at That Time but she insisted because she didn't want to live her life in fear (or something like that).  And it happened and I saw it and I went to some country club where there were a bunch of people I know from Real Life.  Thats when I found out Tori had died as well.  Then I somehow ended up shacking up with Lindsay Buckingham.  Bizarre, mainly because I very rarely dream about famous people, but in the past three or four weeks its become very common.  Recently I've been dreaming a lot about the people from Big Brother.  In fact, I dreamt about Alex last night.  How obssessed must I be with that show?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Do you have any recurring dreams?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to when I was younger.  There was one about a witch attacking my primary school and the only place that was safe was the girls toilets and the witch wrote messages across the sky with smoke.  It used to scare the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What's the scariest nightmare you've ever had?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno.  I don't think I've had too many super scary ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Have you ever written your dreams down or considered it? Why or why not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do write them down in my morning pages if I remember them when I wake.  I generally find that I can remember the last couple of scenes and end up running through the sequence backwards, so in a matter of hours it makes very little sense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Have you ever had a lucid dream? What did you do in it? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.  I can't remember the exact dream, but I know that it has happened on several occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76915824?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76915824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76915824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76915824' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76749936</id><published>2002-05-20T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T00:09:54.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got snail mail from Tricia today!!  Thanks petal - its wonderful :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76749936?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76749936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76749936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76749936' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76718106</id><published>2002-05-19T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-19T01:39:45.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday is almost here.  My little bedroom Universe is growing slowly ... my ceiling is covered in glow in the dark stars (in the absence of a skylight which I dream of) and I have buzzy bees and fishes hanging from the ceiling (how nice to wake up to smiling faces) and my walls have new memories hanging from them, in orange and red and blue (the space left for new ones makes me rub my hands together with glee!).  My bed has become my safe place and a catalyst for new ideas and reaffirmations.  I'm growing out of 13 and growing into 22.  It's nice; I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76718106?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76718106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76718106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76718106' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76688321</id><published>2002-05-18T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-18T00:16:44.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark/contentment.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;Find your emotion!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark/soft.gif" border="0" alt="Which Kiss are You?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="verdana"&gt;Which Kiss Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76688321?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76688321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76688321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76688321' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76680636</id><published>2002-05-17T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T19:17:38.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For my Artist Date today I took myself along to the local $2 shop to buy random crap.  I came home with three nailpolishes (purple, red and gold), two sets of stickers, two sets of metallic wrapping ribbon and a box of glow in the dark stars for my bedroom ceiling.  Not bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76680636?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76680636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76680636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76680636' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76678939</id><published>2002-05-17T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T18:12:08.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wonderful things about Saturday (so far):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Picked up pictures from the framers and they look amazing&lt;br /&gt;* Finally hung up the photos I have framed so far and they look &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Email from Tricia!&lt;br /&gt;* Email from &lt;a href="http://blue.datura.net" target="_blank"&gt;Holly&lt;/a&gt; all about Greece!&lt;br /&gt;* Capsicum Chutney scroll and apple danish from Bakers Delight&lt;br /&gt;* Its warm enough to wear my favourite blue singlet&lt;br /&gt;* Most everything else :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76678939?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76678939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76678939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76678939' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76670720</id><published>2002-05-17T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T13:19:40.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nrl.com.au/s2002/news/static/article_3408.asp"&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;  I wish I had stayed up to watch it now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76670720?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76670720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76670720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76670720' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76670526</id><published>2002-05-17T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-18T02:14:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, its early early on a Saturday morning.  I've been awake for ages, but I finally got brave enough to jump out of my warm, cosy bed to catch up on what happened on Big Brother last night.  I would add that I came to check my email too, but thats just a waste of time since my inbox has been unbelieveably slow (well, empty) for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays To-Do List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Buy a new journal for my morning pages&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Artist Date&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Pick up photos from the framers&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Email Emma and &lt;strike&gt;Marty&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Complete my AW tasks &amp; do the check in&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Nap&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Watch &lt;strike&gt;Survivor, Big Brother&lt;/strike&gt; and the Dave Matthews Band concert I taped on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Go to Bakers Delight for lunch&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Put petrol in the car&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76670526?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76670526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76670526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76670526' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76652822</id><published>2002-05-17T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T02:53:52.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" border="0" bgcolor="#00662C"&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#00A847"&gt;&lt;td width="125"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geraldfield.com/nadinesplace/muppetquiz/kermit.jpg" width="125" height="108"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="177" bgcolor="#00A847"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#A4FFCB"&gt;You are Kermit!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#A4FFCB"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Though you're technically the star, you're pretty mellow and don't mind letting others share the spotlight. You are also something of a dreamer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#00662C"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geraldfield.com/cgi-bin/unofficial/quizzes/sfesurvey.cgi?whatmuppetareyou" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#49E992"&gt;Take the &lt;i&gt;What Muppet Are You?&lt;/i&gt; Quiz!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76652822?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76652822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76652822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76652822' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76650248</id><published>2002-05-17T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T00:26:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La la la la ... guess who's bored on a Friday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of continents I have visited: 4&lt;br /&gt;Number of boys I have kissed: 2&lt;br /&gt;Number of girls I have kissed: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of people I would classify as trust-with-my-life friends: 2&lt;br /&gt;Number of piercings: 6&lt;br /&gt;Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: Dunno ... quite a few.&lt;br /&gt;Number of scars on my body: 2 at least&lt;br /&gt;Number of times someone made you fear for your life physically: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my past that I regret: 0&lt;br /&gt;Reading: The Big Brother Website.  Compulsively.&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen: In The Bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen in the theatre: See above.&lt;br /&gt;Last phone number called: Amy&lt;br /&gt;Last show watched on TV: Big Brother&lt;br /&gt;Last song heard: Bug A Boo - Destiny's Child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76650248?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76650248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76650248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76650248' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76648572</id><published>2002-05-16T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T02:09:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo!  It's the &lt;a href="http://www.fridayfive.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Friday Five&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;on a Friday!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What shampoo do you use?&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Clairol something or other.  I think its for normal hair, because the stuff for dry hair (which mine is) makes my hair way too boofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Do you use conditioner? What kind?&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Yup.  Its Palmolive something or other.  Observant, aren't I?  I think its for coloured hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. When was the last time you got your hair cut?&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;First week in April.  I'll be getting another cut and some more highlights early next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What styling products do you use?&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;None, except if its humid I use two drops of this frizz-fighter gel I brought in Sydney.  The heat over there was giving me the worst boof ever (and thats really saying something!) and I had to get something to control it.  I don't like styling products (my hairdresser thinks I'm balmy!) and I also don't use a hairdryer.  Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What's your worst hair-related experience?&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;ooooohhhh, I am NOT opening that can of worms.  Anyone who knows me will know thats a question you just don't ask me.  Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76648572?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76648572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76648572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76648572' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76648370</id><published>2002-05-16T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T23:00:41.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt; - I am so fucking glad the weekend is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76648370?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76648370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76648370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76648370' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76612754</id><published>2002-05-16T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T02:04:45.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And while I'm in a posting mood I'm going to do the survey that is doing the rounds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was the last person you yelled at? Mum.  I yelled at her yesterday night for presuming that everything I do is a reaction to everything she does.  Can't a girl watch Sex And The City in peace?&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was the last person you kissed? Holy shit.  I have no idea.  One of my friends on the cheek after we had been out prolly.  Either that or this creepy guy outside the hostel in Sydney who tried to slip me the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last memorable book you read? I haven't read in ages.  But I read the latest Lee Child one a few weeks ago and it was fucking great.&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last dance? Sunday.  I totally spazzed out while listening to Mr Jones, then followed it with Bootylicious, I'm Still Standing and Rooms On Fire.  Its great being at home alone!&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the last thing you want to hear from your parents? I have no idea.  That they are terminally ill or something prolly.&lt;br /&gt;6. When did you last go for a walk? Sunday afternoon, with the dog by the river.&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last do your ironing? I don't.  Thats why I live with my Mummy, heh. &lt;br /&gt;8. When was the last time you smiled all day? Most days.  I smile a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;9. What color of socks do you normally wear? Don't wear them.&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you ever attend a private school? Nope&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you like stuffed animals? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever smashed pumpkins? Thats another Nope.&lt;br /&gt;14. Can you quote shakespeare? Maybe a couple of the more famous lines.  But I'd be hard pressed, I gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you a neat freak? ahhhh ... No.  Have you seen my bedroom?!?!&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the worst injury you have ever given someone?  I've winded a few people playing soccer and smashed a guy in the face with a hockey stick once.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you ever eat lemons plain? No!&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever fired a gun? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you own any knee-high boots? Nope.  They don't fit around my calves, lmao!&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you have a crush on somebody? Plenty.  And no names are going to be mentioned here.  Except Peter from Big Brother, heh ;)&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like swimming in lakes? I don't know that I ever have.  I can only recall swimming in beaches since we have a million around here.&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever streaked at a football game or any other public event? NO!&lt;br /&gt;24. What is your favorite gemstone? Don't really have one.  I'm not into jewellry or gems or any of that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you gone on many blind dates? No.  But I would, if I trusted the person setting me up.&lt;br /&gt;26. Has someone done something extra nice for you? Constantly.  My life is full of great people who do great things for me. &lt;br /&gt;27. Did you have a crush on any of your teachers? No, never.  Amazingly.&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever been lost in a bad part of a city? Yup, Cincinnati in the middle of the night after a Fiona Apple concert.&lt;br /&gt;29. Would you rather have a mint or fruit flavored gum? Fruit.&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you ever eat food right out of cans or jars? Yup, sometimes.  Tinned fruit is always good to go.  And sometimes a couple of spoons of peanut butter ... yum!&lt;br /&gt;33. Has your mind ever gone blank? My mind is constantly blank.&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever met anyone interesting at the laundry mat? No.&lt;br /&gt;36. Are you kind? I think so.  But I'm not selfless either ... I do look after Number One.&lt;br /&gt;37. Would you give a needy person the shirt off your back? Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have any beanie babies? Hell No.&lt;br /&gt;39. Would you rather be hot or cold? Cold. Its the best excuse to crawl into bed.&lt;br /&gt;40. Is the glass half full, or empty? Always full.  &lt;br /&gt;41. Do you exercise or work out regularly? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;42. Could you kill if your life was threatened? I have no idea.  Does anybody really know the answer to that unless they've been there?  And I'm quite happy to keep on not knowing, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76612754?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76612754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76612754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76612754' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76612264</id><published>2002-05-16T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T01:38:31.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And it looks like getstring has packed a shit and my guestbook doesn't exist anymore.  Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76612264?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76612264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76612264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76612264' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76612241</id><published>2002-05-16T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T01:37:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to have Thunderburgers for dinner tonight.  YUM!!!!  Chicken, cranberry and camembert burger with lots of lettuce and tomato and mayo and general goodness.  I also had a side of kumara fries with sour cream and a V.  It was The Bomb.  If I weren't so full my belly would be rumbling at the very thought.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76612241?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76612241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76612241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76612241' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76570337</id><published>2002-05-15T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T01:12:03.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reading &lt;a href="http://www.atforumz.com/showthread.php?s=47080e0c1821ffa5d49bd1607c4bcf94&amp;threadid=132239" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; makes me happy.  And reinforces to me why I am so content right now to just be here with Myself.  There are days when I'd love nothing more than a boyfriend to give me a hug or a pash or whatever, but more often than not, I'd rather just be able to sprawl across the bed and not shave my legs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76570337?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76570337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76570337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76570337' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76570005</id><published>2002-05-15T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T00:52:06.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, excitement at work today.  One of the guys at work (who, incidentally, was the one who asked me out which amuses me greatly!) got arrested for ripping off one of our clients while he was on duty!!!  We had a policeman in who took him away and a frantic wife on the phone and people gossiping all day long.  And I know the details of what exactly happened but I am sworn to secrecy by Kelly because people aren't supposed to know.  I feel quite honoured that she came to me with the information anyway ... I feel *so* accepted, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76570005?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76570005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76570005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76570005' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76530008</id><published>2002-05-14T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T01:48:40.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've also added a little *right now* list over there.  Its something that I keep in my journal - who, what, where, when, why - just to try and capture that mood of that day.  Just a little more randomness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76530008?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76530008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76530008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76530008' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76529877</id><published>2002-05-14T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T01:37:23.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;These seconds when I'm shaking leave me &lt;br /&gt;shuddering for days she says&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not ready for this sort of thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76529877?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76529877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76529877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76529877' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76528914</id><published>2002-05-14T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T00:38:46.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, I am dying here ... this is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks task on &lt;a href="http://www.bigbrother.iprimus.com.au" target="_blank"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/a&gt; is for the Housemates to run a radio station for 22 hours straight.  My sweetie pie Peter is on and he really is &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; a talker and is really struggling and its just so freaking funny.  He keeps cracking up laughing too ... oh my god ... this is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How easily amused am I?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76528914?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76528914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76528914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76528914' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76528444</id><published>2002-05-14T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T00:12:29.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe that &lt;a href="http://blue.datura.net" target="_blank"&gt;Holly&lt;/a&gt; is going to Greece tomorrow!!!!  Have a great time hunny ... I'll miss ya!  *mwah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76528444?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76528444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76528444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76528444' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76489856</id><published>2002-05-13T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T02:29:34.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm obssessed with reading travel websites like &lt;a href="http://www.roughguides.com" target="_blank"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com" target="_blank"&gt;ones&lt;/a&gt; collecting ideas for the trip next year.  I have to take some shirts with sleeves to Egypt or else they might think I'm a whore.  Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76489856?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76489856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76489856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76489856' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76489696</id><published>2002-05-13T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T02:19:19.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inspired by someone who will remain nameless, I booked myself in for a stress release &amp; relaxtion massage in a couple of Mondays time!  For me, the ultimate in personal luxury would be having a personal masseuse *on hand* 24 hours a day, along with my own hairdresser.  But since I'm not quite making enough money to support that dream, I decided to hunt out someone that I could go to once every three or four weeks for a rub down.  So I'm all booked for the 27th with a chickee called Jennifer and its bound to be one hour of absolute bliss.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76489696?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76489696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76489696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76489696' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76487702</id><published>2002-05-13T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T00:11:27.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peter escaped eviction - yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to have gotten through this Monday.  It took me forever to get to sleep last night and I was exhausted when the alarm went off at 6am this morning.  Bleah!  Have gotten through it okay though, and I think I'll turn in early tonight even though it is nomination and uncut night for &lt;a href="http://www.bigbrother.iprimus.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/a&gt;.  Anyone would think I'm obssessed with that show ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76487702?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76487702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76487702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76487702' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76455391</id><published>2002-05-12T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T02:50:27.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, a switcharound is about all I could muster.  I tried some new colours but they just didn't do it for me.  Only about 10 minutes until eviction ...  aahhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76455391?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76455391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76455391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76455391' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76454742</id><published>2002-05-12T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T02:03:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not long until &lt;a href="http://www.bigbrother.iprimus.com.au/"&gt;the eviction&lt;/a&gt; now.  PleaseDon'tBePeterPleaseDon'tBePeter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might try some new colours for these tables.  Spice things up a smidge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76454742?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76454742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76454742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76454742' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76447391</id><published>2002-05-11T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-11T20:25:19.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I added my lifelist to the menu over there on the left.  A couple more of those are going to be scratched off very, very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76447391?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76447391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76447391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76447391' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76446903</id><published>2002-05-11T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-11T20:07:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm grumpy today.  Maybe a little lost.  Everything is just a little ick and its not much fun.  Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss books.  It's been so long since I went to a bookstore and brought 3 or 4 random books at one time.  If I weren't so hung up on paying off my credit card and spending a fucking fortune on petrol and getting my holiday pictures framed and buying $200 pants, then maybe I could have some books.  After a feather boa.  And a new bedside lamp and cd rack.  And saving for my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See where this is heading?  I ain't gonna be getting any books for awhile.  More Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ToldyaIwasgrumpy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76446903?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76446903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76446903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76446903' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76426195</id><published>2002-05-11T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-11T02:38:28.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After watching &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00001ODGH/qid=1021107033/sr=8-2/ref=sr_8_67_2/002-1633983-1046443"&gt;Mirrorball&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; have a feather boa!!  Not tomorrow because the Mothers Day crowds will drive me balmy, but sometime.  I will have one.  In a bright fire engine red maybe.  Reow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76426195?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76426195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76426195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76426195' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76423477</id><published>2002-05-10T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T23:19:07.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My attempt to make scrambled eggs for dinner was an absolute failure, so I had to go out and get me some Wendy's.  Oh, deluxe-cheeseburger-with-no-pickle-and-no-onion, how much do I love thee?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76423477?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76423477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76423477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76423477' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76421681</id><published>2002-05-10T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T21:53:43.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got to $100 in my Europe 2003 Change Bucket!!!!  Well, it's not so much a bucket as a painted Pringles can, haha.  I am going to deposit it into my savings account on Monday since I don't feel comfortable having that much cash sitting on my dressing table.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76421681?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76421681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76421681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76421681' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76408654</id><published>2002-05-10T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-11T02:36:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How nice is it to wake up without an alarm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday To-Do List:&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Take Las Vegas photos to framers&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Buy some Smint&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Artist Date&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Tidy up my room a little&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Subway for lunch!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Finish off this weeks AW tasks &amp; do the check in&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Watch Big Brother, Survivor and Mirrorball&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Nap&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Emails to Marty, Jacqui and Vicki&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a fun day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76408654?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76408654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76408654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76408654' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76388768</id><published>2002-05-10T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T01:02:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I'm bored ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favourites:&lt;br /&gt;music:&lt;/b&gt;  Stevie Nicks, Tori Amos, Fleetwood Mac, eels, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Garbage, Bjork, Joni Mitchell, Destiny's Child and a million, billion more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;movie:&lt;/b&gt;  Go, The Little Mermaid, In The Bedroom and The Sound of Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;role-model:&lt;/b&gt;  There are a lot of people I admire but noone who is a real role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;clothes:&lt;/b&gt;  Bootlegs and singlets.  Black, white, red, blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;colour:&lt;/b&gt;  Pink.  Followed by anything bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tv show:&lt;/b&gt; Big Brother, Survivor, Just Shoot Me, Sex And The City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;school subject:&lt;/b&gt;  PE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;food:&lt;/b&gt; oooohhh, thats hard.  I could never choose just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;drink:&lt;/b&gt;  Good orange juice.  Pineapple juice.  Water.  Vanilla thickshakes.  V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;about me:&lt;br /&gt;height:&lt;/b&gt;  5'4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haircolour and style:&lt;/b&gt;  Short, wavy, thick, natural muted red with blonde highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;eyecolour:&lt;/b&gt;  Hazel.  Although - as many redheads will tell you - my eyes are actually the same colour as my hair.  I know that sounds bizarre but its true.  Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pale/tanned:&lt;/b&gt; Pale and blotchy.  I have bad circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pets:&lt;/b&gt;  11 year old corgi called Buster.  She's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;piercings:&lt;/b&gt;  3 in each ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tattoos:&lt;/b&gt;  Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;other:&lt;br /&gt;what should you be doing?&lt;/b&gt;  Anything I want to.  Its Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what would you wish for?&lt;/b&gt;  That my car repairs won't be too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what was the last drink you had?&lt;/b&gt;  Pineapple juice with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what was the last food you had?&lt;/b&gt;  Pastry pockets with chicken and capsicum, lettuce-capsicum-cucumber-feta salad and some baked kumara with bacon bits and cheese over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;personality or looks?&lt;/b&gt;  Personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what do you own heaps of?&lt;/b&gt;  Handbags.  Travel photos.  Nailpolish.  Glitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who do you like now?&lt;/b&gt;  Like like?  Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunsmart?&lt;/b&gt;  Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;attend church?&lt;/b&gt;  Nope.  Never once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;who was your first love?&lt;/b&gt; Donnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wearing nail polish? what colour?&lt;/b&gt; Pink of course!  On my toes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite season?&lt;/b&gt;  I have a love/hate relationship with all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;do you believe in:&lt;br /&gt;love:&lt;/b&gt;  Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hate:&lt;/b&gt;  I believe in it but I try not to participate in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wishes:&lt;/b&gt;  Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;faeries:&lt;/b&gt;  No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;trees have feelings:&lt;/b&gt;  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jesus:&lt;/b&gt;  No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;buddha:&lt;/b&gt;  No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;satan:&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;witches:&lt;/b&gt;  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;time now?&lt;/b&gt;  7.58pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;feeling?&lt;/b&gt; sore.  bored.  a little tired. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76388768?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76388768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76388768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76388768' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76337618</id><published>2002-05-09T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T01:52:59.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kylie Minogue fucking rules!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76337618?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76337618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76337618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76337618' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76337579</id><published>2002-05-09T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T01:50:21.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh.  I'm glad that Thursday is almost over and Friday is almost here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucky things about today:&lt;br /&gt;* Got my car back from the garage and it still sounds funky.  &lt;br /&gt;* Had to pay for my car on my credit card because it cost more than I anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;* My right shoulder blade is very very sore.  The muscles feel all knotted and scrunched and I want a massage.&lt;br /&gt;* I can't have a massage :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Duper things about today:&lt;br /&gt;* I got new pants!&lt;br /&gt;* I got new undies!&lt;br /&gt;* I wrote email to Tricia!&lt;br /&gt;* My work buddy is coming back to work tomorrow after being sick all of the week so far!&lt;br /&gt;* I got compliments from one of our customers via one of the managers at work!  He said that I am cheerful and pleasant and have a wonderful phone manner.  Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;* Turkan decided to stay on Big Brother!&lt;br /&gt;* I got copies of my 'Las Vegas At Night' photos back so I can take them to the framers on Saturday morning!&lt;br /&gt;* Holly got my snail mail :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although I feel a little yucky, I generally had a good day.  I think I'm going to go and admire myself in my new undies (two thongs - one in burgundy, another in navy) - raar!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76337579?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76337579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76337579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76337579' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76298310</id><published>2002-05-08T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T02:17:20.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI LORIA!!!!  *waves* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, I just had to put that in before I go to bed.  Nigh-night)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76298310?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76298310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76298310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76298310' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76280678</id><published>2002-05-07T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T16:14:03.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tricia!  Email me about Switzerland, okay?  I keep forgetting to ask you what you think  *mwah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76280678?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76280678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76280678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76280678' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76276713</id><published>2002-05-07T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T14:19:27.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooooohhh, I can publish!!!  God my site looks like shit on this browser.  I don't think it even supports tables.  How prehistoric *smirk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76276713?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76276713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76276713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76276713' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76276659</id><published>2002-05-07T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T14:18:04.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I can't publish.  Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76276659?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76276659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76276659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76276659' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76276620</id><published>2002-05-07T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T14:16:59.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh, I've worked out how the internet works at work so now I can occupy myself by babbling mindlessly on here.  The browser here is IE 3.0 and everything looks fucked up, but at least it works.  Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intruders entered on &lt;a href="http://www.bigbrother.iprimus.com.au"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/a&gt; last night, but I won't see anything until tonight because of the time delays.  Their entry was overshadowed though by another event which I can't WAIT to see hopefully on the same episode tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got email from the other kiwi who was on my &lt;a href="http://www.contiki.com"&gt;Contiki&lt;/a&gt; last year.  He has finally made me a video of the stuff he captured on his video camera!!!!!  I've been waiting for almost a YEAR for this so I am stoked.  I'll prolly get it next week and the real bonus in it all is that I have to go to his work to pick it up.  Where does he work?  Why, the central &lt;b&gt;fire station!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;  This is gonna be fuuuuun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess I should see if this posts.  Go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76276620?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76276620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76276620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76276620' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76212465</id><published>2002-05-06T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T00:42:55.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I actually received an email forward I enjoyed.  *shock horror gasp*.  Thought I'd share it here ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Twenty-Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."  It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.  You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared. You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all. You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure.  You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it.  We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76212465?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76212465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76212465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76212465' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76176523</id><published>2002-05-04T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T23:13:38.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, tonight is the big night on &lt;a href="http://www.bigbrother.iprimus.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/a&gt; and I have no idea whatsoever who is gonna get voted off.  I'm hoping for Aaron or Jessica, but ooohhh its a close one this week I reckon.  Bring on 10.30!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76176523?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76176523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76176523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76176523' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76172939</id><published>2002-05-04T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T20:51:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the second time in three days I have fallen asleep to &lt;a href="http://www.cdnow.com/cgi-bin/mserver/SID=254054016/pagename=/RP/CDN/FIND/album.html/artistid=COUNTING+CROWS/itemid=412387" target="_blank"&gt;August And Everything After&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't know what it is about that cd but it makes me wanna crawl into bed and close my eyes and listen so hard that I slip away from here and now.  I like that.  (Thanks Holly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm downloading some &lt;a href="http://www.cdnow.com/cgi-bin/mserver/SID=254054016/pagename=/RP/CDN/FIND/album.html/artistid=BLIGE*MARY+J./itemid=1497863" target="_blank"&gt;Mary J Blige&lt;/a&gt; and ohmygod it's whipping my arse.  How fucken good is this woman?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76172939?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76172939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76172939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76172939' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76164142</id><published>2002-05-04T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T14:45:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  The concert last night was fucking amazing!!!!!!!  I know a lot of people just think they're another pop/r&amp;b band but let me tell you that these girls have incredible, incredible voices.  Very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They opened with an extended medley of Independant Woman, No No No, Bug A Boo and Bills Bills Bills.  I have never screamed so much in my life.  Not long after that they played Emotions, which started a *quiet* period where they sang ballads.  Then (and this is where my memory begins to fail me) I think they did Nasty Girl followed by Bootylicious followed by Say My Name (more screaming) then a little interlude type thing with a medley of some other songs from the album which I really liked.  They even did the little bit before Apple Pie A La Mode which cracks me up about them checking out this hot guy.  Then they did Jumpin' Jumpin' which is my favourite D-Child song and OMG it was incredible!!!!!!!!!!!  Everyone went totally ballastic for this one.  At the end they had pyrotechnic thingees go off at the front and streamers went all over the front portion of the crowd.  Awesome.  Then the drummer had a solo and he was pretty fucking amazing.  He was doing all these super cool tricks and it was just really, really great.  Then they came out and did Survivor and finished with Happy Face, which was the perfect ending.  One of the local radio stations had 18 winners go on stage during the last one and they got to dance with D-Child as they sang.  It was SOOOOO cool.  And then all these fire things went off and they went away.  It was just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They changed outfits 4 times.  Beyonce looked abso-fucking-lutely amazing.  This was my first concert with pyrotechnics and it ruled!  At some point in the second half of the show they did a little bit of Proud Mary, complete with perfect Tina Turner dance moves.  They changed "rolling, rolling on a river" to "talking, talking in New Zealand" which made everyone go particularly mental.  And in the funniest/most embarassing moment of the night, the support act - who is Beyonce's little sister - did a Milli Vanilli and as she was *singing* her latest single, the tape fucked up and it was revealed that she was lip syncing.  I almost died right there, it was so so so so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny's Child rules.  And thats all there is to it.  w3rd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76164142?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76164142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76164142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76164142' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76141865</id><published>2002-05-03T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T19:58:34.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DESTINY'S CHILD IS TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOO WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fairly fucking excited, let me assure you.  Raar!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76141865?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76141865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76141865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76141865' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76137773</id><published>2002-05-03T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T17:22:08.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had my shopping excursion for the day (unsuccessful) and now I'm happy to be back at home, in my trackpants, all by myself.  The silence is so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76137773?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76137773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76137773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76137773' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76129937</id><published>2002-05-03T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T12:50:21.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm up early this morning.  My internet connection is choppy and I keep getting the Cannot Find Server page.  Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to spend most of the day at home, because the parentals are going to be out the whole day I think.  I have to take advantage of the serenity.  No noise except me.  Oooohhh, I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76129937?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76129937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76129937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76129937' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76110848</id><published>2002-05-02T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T23:27:36.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw a double rainbow on my way to work this morning.  The bottom one was so clear, the top one really just a pretty, light mist.  The irony is that I was driving past a theme park called Rainbows End at the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw a double rainbow was on my second night at the Grand Canyon last June.  My tour group had all been eating in the steakhouse right on the rim of the canyon and when we walked out there were the rainbows.  We all oohed and aahed over it until a deer came out of nowhere and pooped in front of us.  By the time we got over the laughter and went to swoon over the rainbows again, they were gone.  Oh, the memories ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the traffic lights this morning I just sat there, staring at them.  As the lights turned green I looked over at the car next to me (which was pretty freakin flash, I gotta say).  The guy in it was watching me; he smiled and I drove off.  By the time I got to work the rainbows were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign of a good day?  Well, it's been pretty average actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76110848?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76110848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76110848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76110848' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76073519</id><published>2002-05-02T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T02:43:32.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, for weeks - months even - I have been swooning about my room which I painted over the Easter break.  I finally got the Before &amp; After pics back and I absolutely cannot BELIEVE how different the two were.  The before pics are a little unflattering I think, although I may just have never realised how dirty and awful the colour was.  It was a bit greener than the pictures suggest, but the difference that it makes to the room is not overstated.  My new colour is glorious and marvellous and I love it.  &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hil16/bedroom/index.html"&gt;See the pictures&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76073519?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76073519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76073519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76073519' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76073272</id><published>2002-05-02T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T02:49:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; got my credit card down to three figures again.  Its been a long time coming.  And - to top it all off - I should have the entire thing paid off by the end of the month!!!  This is presuming that I will stay in my current work assignment until early June, and I am pretty confident that that will happen.  And when the credit card is clear I get a secret treat.  One I have been planning for months.  And its going to stay a secret until it happens (except for Tricia and Holly who know already) so don't ask me about it!!! hee ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration I went and paid off the pants I had on layby.  I get to pick them up next week after they've been altered!  Wee!  And I stopped by &lt;a href="http://www.jacquie.com.au" target="_blank"&gt;Jacqui E&lt;/a&gt; to look at their winter shirts and they are super duper nice.  I might go and put a couple on layby next week, if I can squeeze some extra cash out of my paycheck.  Raar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76073272?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76073272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76073272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76073272' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76034415</id><published>2002-05-01T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-01T02:33:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo, I just remembered that I get paid tomorrow!!  Or rather, I've been hanging out to get paid all week and I just clicked that tomorrow is The Magic Day.  I'm super happy about that.  Thursdays rule :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76034415?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76034415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76034415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76034415' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-76032814</id><published>2002-05-01T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-01T00:43:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are &lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; nominations on Big Brother this week.  Very interesting ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my tasks for the Artists Way this week is to send 5 postcards.  I was excited by this but got a little too enthusiastic and ending up writing three huge-arse letters instead.  Oops!  I will do the last couple of postcards anyway, just for fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely beside myself that it's May already.  I know, I know, I say that every month.  I just can't believe that that much time has flown already, yet it feels so long (and different) since New Years.  Time is a concept I find so hard to grasp.  The pace of life makes me breathe a little heavy sometimes, but at the same time I think it keeps me on my toes.  I just wish that I could learn to be here &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt; a little better, rather than always entrenched in memories or dreams.  Food for thought, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have AW tasks to do, an envelope to make and Just Shoot Me to watch at 8.30.  Here we go ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-76032814?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76032814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/76032814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76032814' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75954340</id><published>2002-04-29T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T00:28:09.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got mail from a friend I hadn't heard from in months today.  That totally made my day because I thought she had forgotten all about me.  It's also good to know that she is happy and enjoying her new life after moving overseas.  Now I feel all squidgy in my belly ... I love my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75954340?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75954340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75954340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75954340' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75921608</id><published>2002-04-28T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-28T03:16:44.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;a href="http://www.bigbrother.iprimus.com.au/"&gt;Katrina's been voted off!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;.  It's about freakin time.  Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75921608?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75921608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75921608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75921608' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75912229</id><published>2002-04-27T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T19:38:12.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I treated myself with an excursion to Whitcoulls to buy some super purdy paper and envelopes.  Some of you can expect marvellous mail in the coming weeks - raar! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a collage card for my sister because she hates getting nothing but bills in the mail.  My bed is full of random pieces of paper, which is a pain because I want to nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Discovery Channel&lt;/a&gt; is having a &lt;a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com" target="_blank"&gt;Lonely Planet&lt;/a&gt; Sunday.  I missed the only one I wanted to see- Mainland Greece - while I was shopping.  Pooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75912229?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75912229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75912229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75912229' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75889496</id><published>2002-04-27T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T03:22:34.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two of the three emails I have to do this weekend are done.  Yay!  Holly darlin', you're up next.  Tomorrow, I promise :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75889496?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75889496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75889496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75889496' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75888779</id><published>2002-04-27T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T22:09:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This time in one week I'll be &lt;a href="http://www.destinyschild.com" target="_blank"&gt;Bootylicious!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt; - woo woo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75888779?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75888779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75888779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75888779' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75888395</id><published>2002-04-27T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T02:00:23.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy shit, Bloggers working again!  Yee-hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News just in:  that wanker John was finally voted off Survivor.  Life Is Merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I went to Starbucks for hot chocolate.  It wasn't nearly as good as the ones down at Riva where Kurtle and I used to frequent, but one weekend soon we're going down there for some chicken salad, passionfruit cheesecake and &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; hot chocolate.  Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of interesting shennanigans happened on &lt;a href="http://www.bigbrother.iprimus.com.au" target="_blank"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/a&gt; last night.  My hunny bunny Pete shacked up with the most hated housemate, Katrina, and did naughty things with her under the covers.  Now the girl he &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wants but can't have (because she has a boyfriend) isn't speaking to him.  I think he is trying to make amends though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75888395?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75888395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75888395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75888395' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75888373</id><published>2002-04-27T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T01:58:51.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>w3rd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75888373?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75888373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75888373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75888373' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75872896</id><published>2002-04-26T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T20:47:28.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tricia is the best person in the whole wide world.  She's at home when you've been practising answer machine messages to leave, she signs your guestbook a thousand times in a row, she is happy to jump on your crazy big foreign adventure dreams, and she thinks I'M the best person in the whole wide world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The email is still being worked on hunny.  Not too much longer, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75872896?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75872896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75872896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75872896' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75872766</id><published>2002-04-26T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T20:42:54.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much is happening today.  There are a myriad of things I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to do, but I just don't have the energy to make myself do them.  I have a headache that appears everytime I get out of bed to do something - get a drink, write in my journal, do some collage.  Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard having my parents around.  Last weekend they were away and it was just so nice having peace and quiet and space of my own to do what I want.  This afternoon I was curled on the bed in the sunshine, daydreaming and napping, but being constantly interrupted in thought by them underneath my window shouting to each other.  And you know, its not that I don't like them because I do.  I get on really well with them.  I just wish there was a place or a time when I could have myself to myself without having to be self-barricaded in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the &lt;a href="http://www.fridayfive.org"&gt;Friday (But Really Saturday) Five&lt;/a&gt; for ya anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What are your hobbies?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.  Internet.  Crafts - collage, painting, postcard-making.  Music.  Dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Do you collect anything? If so, what?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.  The closest I get to collecting is buying Hard Rock Cafe shirts for my Dad whenever I'm overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Is there a hobby you're interested in, but just don't have the time/money to do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography.  I'd love to take a dance class.  Massage would be fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Have you ever turned a hobby into a moneymaking opportunity?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Besides web-related stuff (burbs, rings, etc.), what clubs do you belong to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I'm getting more and more interesting every week, ain't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75872766?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75872766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75872766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75872766' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75839800</id><published>2002-04-26T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T00:17:39.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank Fucking God its the weekend.  I'm knackered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75839800?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75839800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75839800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75839800' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75802438</id><published>2002-04-25T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T01:35:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note To Self:  Must buy a bottle of water on the way to work tomorrow morning.  &lt;u&gt;Must&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75802438?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75802438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75802438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75802438' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75802289</id><published>2002-04-25T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T01:23:37.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels like a Sunday.  The sky is heavy and the rain just keeps falling out of those dark feather pillows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm halfway through my new book already and loving it.  I always polish his novels off in 24 hours.  I start reading and can't stop.  Every time.  I think this is the seventh book and its every bit as good as the others (except the last which was a little lacking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like something sweet but all we have is ice cream I don't want - chocolate and vanilla.  I've love a piece of cheesecake.  Passionfruit cheesecake.  Mmmmmm ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75802289?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75802289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75802289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75802289' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75796933</id><published>2002-04-24T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T21:24:19.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did very well on my list this afternoon.  I half-way tidied the floor, but I really need to finish that tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my pants on layby and they are super cute.  Just like my black ones - stretch bootlegs - but in a colour they call Oil (read: grey) which is nice because all my grey pants have gone nasty, lol.  In a few months I will be able to afford some jeans from there as well, but thats way down the priority list for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.  I need a little snack before dinner time.  I also still haven't had the hot chocolate I've been craving for the past couple of weeks and its driving me balmy.  I should have just gone to Starbucks while I was out.  Grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75796933?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75796933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75796933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75796933' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75786932</id><published>2002-04-24T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T21:26:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are war planes flying overhead.  They've been buzzing for a few minutes now - there must be some kind of memorial ceremony happening nearby.  I ran outside to have a look at them but I can't see anything for the thick cloud.  I can only hear their engines and have to resort to memories of movie scenes as to how they might look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parentals aren't home so I've been able to laze around in peace.  Of course, its only 11.44am and I'm already bored.  I can't wait until one o'clock when the shops open so I can do my days' errands.  Speaking of which, here is the To Do List for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Go to Platform and put new pants on layby.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Give Mum board.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Buy the latest &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0399148612/qid=1019692058/sr=2-1/ref=sr_2_1/104-4201689-9445505"&gt;Lee Child book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; (I am so psyched for it!)&lt;br /&gt;* Clear my bedroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Find the mail I made for Kirsty last weekend and finally send it.&lt;/strike&gt;  (ps - Kurtle, if you read this I got the postcard.  Fank You!)&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Buy a new journal for my morning pages&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strike&gt;Resist the temptation to go to Jacqui E and buy that funky denim shirt.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Have a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats enough for a day off.  Remind me to tell you about The Boy Who Asked Me Out, will ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75786932?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75786932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75786932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75786932' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75760475</id><published>2002-04-24T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T00:50:34.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so nice to get home from work and know that I don't have to go in tomorrow.  I can go shopping for new pants and some craft goodies; sleep in past six am and have toast for breakfast; crawl back into bed at 3 for a nap and lay around in my trakkies inbetween times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75760475?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75760475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75760475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75760475' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75678339</id><published>2002-04-22T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-22T00:35:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I have to admit that I was really shocked when Damien was voted off &lt;a href="http://www.bigbrother.iprimus.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/a&gt; last night.  Tonight I'll finally get to see last weeks Uncut episode so I can have a real, unpixelated perv!  Raar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got mail from Tricia today.  I haven't gotten mail in AGES so it totally made my day.  I would email you hunny, but I'm just too lazy tonight :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoilt myself and brought a bunch of magazines today so I have some new collage material to make postcards and envelopes with.  I've decided that Pavement is right up there with &lt;a href="http://www.juice.net" target="_blank"&gt;Juice&lt;/a&gt; as the best collage-material magazine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75678339?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75678339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75678339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75678339' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75642235</id><published>2002-04-20T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-20T22:56:46.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was a riot.  Amy and I had the funniest night.  In short, I got a case of the giggles in the worst way, we discussed our favourite Stevie lyrics and we came up with some crazy tv ads for our favourite things.  Plus we indulged in some Fleetwood Behind The Music and Stevie Nicks Storytellers.  Then we pulled matresses into the living room and had a sleepover.  And we ate a LOT.  Especially raspberry slice and chocolate.  I drank a LOT of orange juice.  Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I don't like this season of Survivor.  Everyone that is left (with the exception of two who will no doubt be voted off next) annoy the shit out of me.  I am going to hate the winner and there are no cute guys to perv at.  I didn't even watch it last night - I taped it so I could fast forward the boring parts and watched Sex And The City with Amy instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have napped and written quite a lot in my journal.  I had Subway for lunch and now it's almost dinner time and I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's eviction night on Big Brother too!!!  I hope Katrina gets voted off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75642235?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75642235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75642235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75642235' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75609602</id><published>2002-04-19T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-19T21:08:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reading deprivation is over so I can now safely surf the net.  Woo me!  I should really go and read everyones websites to see how they are going but honestly (and in the nicest possible way) I really can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making mix cassettes for the car because I'm sick of the radio.  I'm also very tired and want to nap.  I think I will do that then walk the dog when I wake up and then call Amy about dinner tonight.  We are having a &lt;a href="http://www.fmlegacy.com" target="_blank"&gt;Fleetwood Mac&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.nicksfix.com" target="_blank"&gt;Stevie Nicks&lt;/a&gt; night, just like old times.  But none of this can happen until after Big Brother at 6.30 and Survivor at 7.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; need a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75609602?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75609602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75609602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75609602' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75598196</id><published>2002-04-19T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-19T14:06:50.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While I sit here waiting for the glue to set on some of my crafty goodies, I'll do &lt;a href="http://www.fridayfive.org"&gt;The Friday (But Really Saturday) Five&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What's your favorite TV show and why?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm a reality tv sucker so I'd say either Big Brother or Survivor.  Survivor probably has a minor edge, but we'll say its a tie.  Sex And The City and Just Shoot Me are right up there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Who is your favorite television star?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ummm ... I don't really have one.  I love all the women on Sex And The City.  I can't think of anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What was your favorite TV show as a child?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gummi Bears!!!!!!!!!!!!  I can't for the life of me understand why they haven't brought that cartoon back yet.  Gah.  My Little Pony, Strawberry Shortcake and Jem would be close behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What show do you think should have been cancelled by now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not so long ago I would have said Friends because it was really unfunny the past coupla seasons, and then this season has been good so *shrug*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What new show do you hope escapes the axe this season?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.  Can you tell that I hardly watch any tv?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75598196?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75598196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75598196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75598196' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75597713</id><published>2002-04-19T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-19T13:49:42.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Secret squirrels should be checking the (new) journal.  This afternoon after I do my Check-In I'll be able to check up on everyone's sites and blah in here again!  Wee! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75597713?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75597713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75597713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75597713' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75417954</id><published>2002-04-15T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-15T02:56:30.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am being totally naughty and spending too much time on the internet tonight.  Part of the time was writing journal entries which is allowed by my rules, although now I am simply sitting here clicking on the refresh button to see who is nominating who for eviction next week on Big Brother!  It looks like the 2 or 3 people I like least are getting the most votes from the other housemates so I'm happy about that.  I'm just waiting to see who my hunny bunny Peter votes for.  He doesn't have anything against him so far so I'm super pleased with that (not that I was expecting any votes).  Also, I did two things tonight that were on my Reading Deprivation To Do List - finish my little project for Tricia and throw out some of my old, nasty work clothes.  So I'm happy with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75417954?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75417954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75417954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75417954' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75414294</id><published>2002-04-14T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T23:24:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way, secret squirrels can check the journal for updates.  There's bound to be a few of the this week, including two later on tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am checking the guestbook and my email if you want to keep me company :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75414294?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75414294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75414294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75414294' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431288.post-75384627</id><published>2002-04-14T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T02:44:45.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things will be pretty quiet round here for the next week.  My major task for the Artists Way this week is reading deprivation - so that means no newspapers, magazines, minimal tv, no websites and no books.  Its gonna be a tough one, thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep.  Work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431288-75384627?l=puddlealley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75384627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431288/posts/default/75384627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddlealley.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75384627' title=''/><author><name>gypsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03346135431549435532</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></entry></feed>
