<?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-8945201957423666821</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:01:32.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats going on in my world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-3195724789584808109</id><published>2009-04-29T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:15:04.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>here, there, everywhere</title><content type='html'>go here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bagpuss.keepconnectedlive.com/"&gt;http://bagpuss.keepconnectedlive.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its fun&lt;br /&gt;go on, you know you want to.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-3195724789584808109?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/3195724789584808109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-there-everywhere_29.html#comment-form' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/3195724789584808109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/3195724789584808109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-there-everywhere_29.html' title='here, there, everywhere'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-1570603939980548459</id><published>2009-04-18T18:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:12:34.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From JS, 2 years ago today</title><content type='html'>I moved here 2 years ago today.&lt;br /&gt;Its been great. I have a great family and many new friends.&lt;br /&gt;But I still think of England as home, I have 2 homes now.&lt;br /&gt;Heres what I posted on my first morning 2 years ago..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is Bagpuss?....&lt;br /&gt;Posted Thu, 19 Apr 2007 10:31:51 -0700 by bagpuss&lt;br /&gt;Tagged: Uncategorized&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess where I am?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visa's were delivered 10.00am Tuesday morning so the flights were booked for Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I think Tuesday was the hardest day I have ever had. I had to say goodbye to my family and friends. There were lots of tears, it was very emotional. I couldn't say goodbye to any of them, we found ourselves saying see you later, like I was just going on a short trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bratfink found it so hard to deal with, thats when I felt really bad. To see my baby crying so hard he couldn't  talk, I felt like the worst mother ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got everything I could packed and loaded into my Dad's car ready for the journey to the airport on Wednesday morning. My good friend F met us there and Bratfink's Sperm Donor turned up.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as bad as I thought. It was hard to walk away, but also very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bratfink had a little cry when we first took off but then excitment kicked in, even though he will never admit it. He was really good the whole flight, although as we were landing he kept saying very loudly....we're going to crash now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed at 3.15pm and were out of the airport by 3.55pm. I couldn't believe how quick it was.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to see my Boytoy after 5 months. That was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home, met the cute pets, dumped all the suitcases and were off again. I was really tired but Bratfink was on a high. We took him to get a new bike then on to meet Brian's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made himself right at home with the 2 nephews. He got lovely gifts from all the family, things that he had asked for at Christmas but didn't get. At about 9.00pm I was ready to sleep so we came home. Bratfink fell asleep on the way home ans is at the moment still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now wide awake at 5.30am even though I have only had 8 hours sleep in the last 2 days. I will be a moody cow later!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats it, we are here, we are safe and we (well me anyway) are happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-1570603939980548459?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/1570603939980548459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-js-2-years-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/1570603939980548459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/1570603939980548459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-js-2-years-ago-today.html' title='From JS, 2 years ago today'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-2916551805995834222</id><published>2009-04-04T09:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:10:29.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>she just gets better</title><content type='html'>I didn't get a chance to reply to the mother in laws email yesterday morning. After lunch  I check my emails and there is another one from her, cancelling the girls night. But this time the email was sent to everyone who was invited. Guess who was originally invited?&lt;br /&gt;Brian's ex wife!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I find it amazing that firstly she thinks this is ok, ok to invite me and her to the same thing. I can't believe she would do that. Also the first email only went to 2 of us, so if I had decided to go I would of had a great surprise when I got there.&lt;br /&gt;And something else that pisses me off, not one other 'family' member who got that email thought to let me know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;I was too hurt and angry to answer her, maybe today I will email her back.&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is why would she think that was ok to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-2916551805995834222?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/2916551805995834222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-just-gets-better.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/2916551805995834222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/2916551805995834222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-just-gets-better.html' title='she just gets better'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-2752906999088329127</id><published>2009-04-03T06:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:02:19.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?........</title><content type='html'>So because of the drama going o in the in-laws family, Brian and his mother have fallen out.....big time. They haven't talked in over 4 weeks. The last call he m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ade&lt;/span&gt; to her went like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Mum, I'm sorry I yelled at you, I don't want to argue with you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her response......she hung up without saying a word, called Brian's brother and told him to tell his brother that she never wants to see his numbers on her phone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both upset each other, but that response was beyond shitty. She sent him 1 fun email, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;replyed&lt;/span&gt; to her saying she was not to contact him. She has not tried to repair the relationship, she has not tried calling him and has never apologised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has not called me, but emails me fun things sometimes. I ignore her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she emails me inviting me to a girls night at her house, telling me to take my pj's and stay over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with this woman. She treats my husband like shit, but thinks I am still going to hang out with he. This is the one email I can't ignore. Today I have to think of how I am going to answer this.&lt;br /&gt;I will not have a relationship with her while she is treating Brian this way.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she thinks that I will not support him over this.&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand how a mother can treat her child this way, so what that hes a grown man now, hes still her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to calm down before I answer her, my angry reply would be ugly and I don't want to start a war of words with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-2752906999088329127?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/2752906999088329127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/04/really.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/2752906999088329127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/2752906999088329127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/04/really.html' title='Really?........'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-6605380942996821555</id><published>2009-03-27T08:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:38:58.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>its been too long.......</title><content type='html'>Its been too long since I wrote here, or anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Real life has been full of Drama the last few months, it has overtaken any spare time I have to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has calmed down a little, but can’t see the situation getting much better for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Brian and Bratfink are all great, just some other family issues.&lt;br /&gt;So whats new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sperm Donor left his wife just after Christmas. We have not heard from him since he said goodbye in England in December. His wife called me and told me what was happening and asked if her and her boys could still be part of Bratrfink’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning a trip back to England in July. My parents will be here in August, we have a house in N/C for a week, can’t wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have turned into that irrational wife that every man trys to stay clear of. A lot of Brian’s family are on Facebook. Recently most of them have become friends with Brian’s ex wife. No big deal, except every time I go onto one of their pages I see her and see messages between them, messages like…..we miss you so much, can’t wait to see you. We miss your dog, please bring her over to see us (the dog thing was from his Mum). What pisses me off is that just lately not one of them have asked how we are, and have not asked about Bratfink. But his mother makes a huge deal about her ex daughter-in-laws fucking dog. It hurts. My poor husband has to listen to me vent about his shitty mother and how his family pisses me off. I have discovered how to block people, so I have decided to block her so I don’t read any more. I have no problem with her, its just we are in a bad situation with some of his family, so reading messages to her, at the moment, is not something I want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrational? I don’t know, but thats how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really going to try hard to get back in to blogging, I miss you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-6605380942996821555?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/6605380942996821555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-too-long.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/6605380942996821555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/6605380942996821555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-too-long.html' title='its been too long.......'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-5444000257551673031</id><published>2009-02-28T08:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:32:40.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times</title><content type='html'>Something as simple as hanging out at the bar after work. It was fun, my throat hurts from so much shouting and laughung.&lt;br /&gt;I have missed nights like this. Since I moved here, I haven't really developed a group of girlfriends I hang out with. I have friends I see with Brian, I have friends I see at work. Sometimes us workfriends get together but not that much. This is starting to change.&lt;br /&gt;We have had a few after work bar nights. They are always good fun. I think we will be having more.&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a huge group of friends in England, and I miss that and them.&lt;br /&gt;I work with a really good bunch of people (well most of them) and some of them have husbands/boyfriends who would get along with brian. We have all decided that as the Spring gets here we will all start doing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may be getting a social life back....at long last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-5444000257551673031?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/5444000257551673031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-times_28.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/5444000257551673031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/5444000257551673031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-times_28.html' title='Good times'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-8670726497256214483</id><published>2009-02-22T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:13:56.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times</title><content type='html'>We, as in Brian and I, realised that we had become stuck at home type people. We haven't been going out and socialising much. Maybe its because its winter, it does have something to do with our friends moving.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reasons, its no good. We are social people, those who know my husband knows he loves to be in a crowd of people...entertaining them!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its not that we don't like each others company, but sometimes you need more.&lt;br /&gt;So lately we have made the effort to start going out again. And its fun.&lt;br /&gt;Last  n&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ight&lt;/span&gt; we went to a bar with a friend I used to work with and her husband. Our husbands are so much alike, we always have fun. After the bar we came back here and the boys played Rock Band. It was nothing special, just good to do something else.&lt;br /&gt;Brian has also met the husband of a girl I work with. They are also alike and get on well, so we are going to arrange something with them. I am feeling a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Atlantic&lt;/span&gt; City coming on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange that we went through this 'recluse' stage. But we are now out of it and ready to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;step mum&lt;/span&gt; called me on Friday night. The Sperm Donor has walked out on her. He left just after we saw them all at Christmas. She called to ask if she and her sons could still be part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zack's&lt;/span&gt; life. I am happy she asked this. If it wasn't for her, the Sperm Donor would never of made the effort to see his son. Also, Zack loves his big brothers.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for her. I really thought he had changed this time. They have been together 7 years. But it turns out nothing has changed. He has lied to her about all sorts of things, taken what he could and moved on to the next.&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't called Zack since we got back from England after Christmas, now I know why.&lt;br /&gt;I will tell Zack what happening with his Dad today. I don't think he will be too upset. I am going to tell him that his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;step mum&lt;/span&gt; and brothers still want to be part of his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my boy doesn't grow up like his Dad. I hope he learns how to be a man and what is right and wrong from us. I hope its not something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; inside him, something that he inherits from his Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-8670726497256214483?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/8670726497256214483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-times.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/8670726497256214483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/8670726497256214483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-times.html' title='Good times'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-4988736179542090475</id><published>2009-02-15T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:54:14.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking back</title><content type='html'>I was thinking back to the time when me and Brian first met. The time leading up to the face to face meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me I saved all my journal entries from JS before it died.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through it and found these........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posted Mon, 17 Apr 2006 11:47:43 -0700 by bagpuss&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://bagpuss.journalspace.com/?entryid=303&amp;amp;cmd=displaycomments&amp;amp;dcid=303"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged: Uncategorized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very strong feeling that in 11 days time my life is going to change. There is nothing I can do to stop this and even if there were I would not stop it.&lt;br /&gt;I want it to happen, need it to happen. But I still feel like I`m riding an emotional rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;Some days I am so excited I have to do a little squeal.&lt;br /&gt;Other days I can`t understand what all the fuss is about. It is the normal thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;And other days I am so scared.&lt;br /&gt;I`m not scared that I am going to get hurt, I`m scared about how my life will change.&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready for this change?&lt;br /&gt;Can I handle this change?&lt;br /&gt;What are we really going to do?&lt;br /&gt;And other days I just think....stop thinking about what might happen , just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;11 days and counting!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted Mon, 01 May 2006 22:36:05 -0700 by bagpuss &lt;a href="http://bagpuss.journalspace.com/?entryid=323&amp;amp;cmd=displaycomments&amp;amp;dcid=323"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged: Uncategorized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m home from my weekend with my man. He is the most kind, caring, generous, funny, sexy, unselfish man I have ever met. But he is also one of the most annoying men I have ever met. If you think he`s annoying on here, try spending 3 days with him!!!! We had a fantastic time in London, but now I`m home and missing him already. Thank you for a wonderful weekend baby and I`ll see you very soon. xxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted Mon, 01 May 2006 23:02:42 -0700 by bagpuss &lt;a href="http://bagpuss.journalspace.com/?entryid=324&amp;amp;cmd=displaycomments&amp;amp;dcid=324"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged: Uncategorized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky to have found him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-4988736179542090475?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/4988736179542090475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-back.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/4988736179542090475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/4988736179542090475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-back.html' title='Thinking back'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-1706133214411919308</id><published>2009-02-08T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:48:04.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kate posted a picture of her bedroom and asked us to play along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So heres our room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SY9glnwh3HI/AAAAAAAAACo/JC99K5Aa1gM/s1600-h/bedroom"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300561485882317938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SY9glnwh3HI/AAAAAAAAACo/JC99K5Aa1gM/s400/bedroom" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really would like some nice big pillows, but as we are to lazy to make our bed every day, they would spend most of the time on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love our bed, it is so comfortable and big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only Brian would give up his closet for me, then the room would be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-1706133214411919308?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/1706133214411919308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-room.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/1706133214411919308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/1706133214411919308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-room.html' title='Our room'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SY9glnwh3HI/AAAAAAAAACo/JC99K5Aa1gM/s72-c/bedroom' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-3179169119108455915</id><published>2009-02-03T21:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:33:24.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow, snow, snow</title><content type='html'>Its been snowing all day. I am hoping for a snow day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I came out of the kitchen tonight and saw Brian looking at a book...thats a big thing for him, he doesn't do books.&lt;br /&gt;It was a photo book he had made for me, it was full of photos from our 3 years together. It has wedding, family, pets and England pics.&lt;br /&gt;I love it, hes so sweet. It has cute words and one liners.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to post photos of it when I get a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-3179169119108455915?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/3179169119108455915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-snow-snow.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/3179169119108455915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/3179169119108455915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-snow-snow.html' title='snow, snow, snow'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-7299966212448191282</id><published>2009-01-28T06:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:43:39.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for a call.....</title><content type='html'>It snowed last night...lots.&lt;br /&gt;Bratfink's school is closed. The call came at 5.45 this morning...thanks for that.&lt;br /&gt;We get a 2 hour window to get into work in bad snow and ice, so I am not hurrying out of bed this morning. I am hoping for the call to say we are closed, that would be great. I could spend all day in my warm house reading. I have a pile of books to read, but no time lately. Today could be the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-7299966212448191282?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/7299966212448191282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting-for-call.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/7299966212448191282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/7299966212448191282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting-for-call.html' title='waiting for a call.....'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-6934860958552330777</id><published>2009-01-24T16:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:28:16.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is coming to you from......</title><content type='html'>my new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;My husband went hunting this morning and returned this afternoon, early, with a new laptop for me.&lt;br /&gt;He really is the greatest hubby ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not just because he gets me gifts (but thats one of the reasons), but because he loves me and Bratfink, he treats me the best anyone ever has, he looks after our family fantastically and I love him more and more every day.&lt;br /&gt;There are some conditions to the new laptop. He says that this is all this years gifts rolled into one, I accepted. Who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now off to play some more, get my music and photos transfered over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-6934860958552330777?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/6934860958552330777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-coming-to-you-from.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/6934860958552330777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/6934860958552330777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-coming-to-you-from.html' title='this is coming to you from......'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-2707604887184312390</id><published>2009-01-22T06:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:58:08.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not so much......</title><content type='html'>So Lost started again last night. I watched the first hour of it, but Brian was falling asleep and snoring so I will have to watch the 2nd hour tonight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is going good, my new person is doing well. Her training is going very well, shes picking it all up. The other one is doing better. She will never be great, but she could be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I want to take Zack snowboarding. He would love it. I am going to look into prices today if I get time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much else is happening. I lead a very normal life. Normal and sometimes boring. But most lives seem boring compared to my old life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-2707604887184312390?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/2707604887184312390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-so-much.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/2707604887184312390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/2707604887184312390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-so-much.html' title='not so much......'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-4709441779542948795</id><published>2009-01-18T17:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:38:59.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm staying</title><content type='html'>I'm staying here. I have linked all my favs from JS. I find it easy to link people, so that helps me.&lt;br /&gt;But who knows what the future will bring. We all know I change like the wind, so I may end up over there. I am going to keep my blog at the new JS, but I won't use it to write in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of gettig a laptop or notebook, but as usual I don't want to spend too much money. I don't really need one, we alreasy have 2 computers in the house, but I want one. And I want a red one. Listen to spolit me....I want, I want. But I will pay for it so its not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband has discovered Facebook and is now having loads of fun on there, becoming friends with my friends and posting bad pictures. At least hes happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and get him to jazz up my journal.....who knows if he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its cold and snowing here. When will the sun and heat return?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-4709441779542948795?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/4709441779542948795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-staying.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/4709441779542948795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/4709441779542948795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-staying.html' title='I&apos;m staying'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-4165924376451724185</id><published>2009-01-12T18:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:14:59.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bad bad morning</title><content type='html'>This morning I discovered I had left my keys in my car yesterday. Brian had been driving it using his keys so I had put mine under the seat.&lt;br /&gt;So I freaked out. I yelled at Brian, alot, about everything. Poor hubby, it was all his fault in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;He talked me through breaking in my car. I yelled at him again. I couldn't break in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled at him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IAfter 30 mins of me yelling, blaming everyone but me, I tried the car door, just incase it was unlocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was sorry. I am an ass and a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for work, had to park far away from the building and walk up a hill in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all y fault, just don't tell anyone I admitted that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-4165924376451724185?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/4165924376451724185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-bad-morning.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/4165924376451724185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/4165924376451724185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-bad-morning.html' title='bad bad morning'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-5546064966527318742</id><published>2009-01-12T17:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:33:15.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Js</title><content type='html'>First off I need to remember to log off before i go to work so the husband cannot post bad things on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just been over to JS to see whats going on. I tried to register there with my name....bagpuss. Its not allowed. I can't be anyone else, this is who I am. So for the moment I am staying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it here. Its easy to use, I have found most people I used to have as favs.&lt;br /&gt;I do miss the home page, but other than that I feel ok here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else going back to JS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-5546064966527318742?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/5546064966527318742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-js.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/5546064966527318742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/5546064966527318742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-js.html' title='New Js'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-1989917577201855677</id><published>2009-01-12T15:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:05:55.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATS UP PEOPLES</title><content type='html'>Ello, dis b Bagpussys wurse alf&lt;br /&gt;mees gost no mo jur nail space so mes has 2 b riting somewheres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ere it bez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whazup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sameol shite ere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da wifey is a pain in da ass&lt;br /&gt;da kidz is a terrorz&lt;br /&gt;dem catz b catz, who da fuk likz cats&lt;br /&gt;dum ass dog is fuc in wit me carpets om meeees steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is goin to gets a good ol fashion ass whoopen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any oos&lt;br /&gt;me out&lt;br /&gt;mees gotz 2 shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poop fact&lt;br /&gt;when u shit in a toilet the water masks most of the smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugsbunny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-1989917577201855677?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/1989917577201855677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-up-peoples.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/1989917577201855677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/1989917577201855677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-up-peoples.html' title='WHATS UP PEOPLES'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-4677016807552555785</id><published>2009-01-09T17:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:07:17.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>please go and watch....</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to post a youtube video here. Please tell me if you know.&lt;br /&gt;So instead go and look here.....&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOpIviwjTi4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOpIviwjTi4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the funniest thing ever!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-4677016807552555785?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/4677016807552555785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-go-and-watch.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/4677016807552555785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/4677016807552555785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-go-and-watch.html' title='please go and watch....'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-6866896771082036318</id><published>2009-01-09T06:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:02:20.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that.....</title><content type='html'>Monday, the new person started at work. I have high hopes for her. She is clued up, asked questions, listens and has confidence. Everyone likes her and she makes the effort to talk to new people and join in with us all. She has already shown to me that she will be able to do this job and do it well. I am really happy with my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other one that works for me........ some days shes ok, then suddenly she has a day when everything falls apart. Unfortunately these days are getting more and more. Yesterday it was like she hadn't been trained on anything, she claimed to be confused about the simple things we do everyday. It doesn't help that I really don't like her, she drives me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bratfink's bedroom is stil in progress. I have painted 2 skateboard logos so far, I think I have 6 more to go. Hopefully it will all be done by the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and get my super hubby to play around with my layout, I know what I want, but I have no idea how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some old JS'ers may remember me talking about the keyring he got me for christmas. He had a message engraved on it. After the kind of messages I get on flowers I was wondering what it would say.&lt;br /&gt;I opened it at christmas and its so cute. He had engraved&lt;br /&gt;........life isn't&lt;br /&gt;        without you&lt;br /&gt;            B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked he had put a loving message and not a bad one. But then on my birthday I opened another keyring which said&lt;br /&gt;.....love you bitch......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that man, he really is the greatest!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-6866896771082036318?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/6866896771082036318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/6866896771082036318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/6866896771082036318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-and-that.html' title='this and that.....'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-2969877105284274725</id><published>2009-01-05T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:28:35.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sore bits....</title><content type='html'>I only managed 25 mins on the Wii Fit tonight. Its my first time on it in 106 days, so 25 mins isn't bad. I just need to keep at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new person started at work today. Shes seems nice, hopefully she'll do well. I think I am going to like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I draged Brian to Tiffany's and got the lovely necklace I wanted. He then took me into Movado and bought me a gorgeous bracelet....pics will follow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a lucky girl today...everythings good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-2969877105284274725?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/2969877105284274725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/sore-bits.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/2969877105284274725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/2969877105284274725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/sore-bits.html' title='sore bits....'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-5655161111878149591</id><published>2009-01-03T21:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:23:40.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>out with the old....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SWAdVzmy8yI/AAAAAAAAACY/_tFuClHc24Q/s1600-h/Zack+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287258223000351522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SWAdVzmy8yI/AAAAAAAAACY/_tFuClHc24Q/s320/Zack+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SWAdFD5I0-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/sPiFPwoFXmM/s1600-h/Zack+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287257935314473954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SWAdFD5I0-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/sPiFPwoFXmM/s320/Zack+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres the before picture of Bratrfink's bedroom....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and before we moved in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When its finished I will post the new and improved room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The glow in the dark paint didn't work out, so we are going to paint the words in different colours. Maybe thats a job for next weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-5655161111878149591?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/5655161111878149591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-with-old.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/5655161111878149591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/5655161111878149591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-with-old.html' title='out with the old....'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SWAdVzmy8yI/AAAAAAAAACY/_tFuClHc24Q/s72-c/Zack+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-253411242448701198</id><published>2009-01-03T19:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:08:29.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bratfink the Superstar??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-64cf8b1628fd6eeb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64cf8b1628fd6eeb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330295002%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77874599E9F1CE86CCCB5D3A4C74CAE20DF7CA8D.5355F9E86660B6DC04BEBBFFF1E8D33C2719C7A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64cf8b1628fd6eeb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrCvKmm1Boc4ilG46g3KlTvPS-SU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64cf8b1628fd6eeb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330295002%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77874599E9F1CE86CCCB5D3A4C74CAE20DF7CA8D.5355F9E86660B6DC04BEBBFFF1E8D33C2719C7A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64cf8b1628fd6eeb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrCvKmm1Boc4ilG46g3KlTvPS-SU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what is happening in my house on a Saturday night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian is just back from hunting and couldn't wait to try out Guitar Hero World Tour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bratfink thinks hes some kind of rock star.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now they are singing and playing The Joker....what a great night I am going to have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-253411242448701198?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=64cf8b1628fd6eeb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/253411242448701198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/bratfink-superstar.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/253411242448701198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/253411242448701198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/bratfink-superstar.html' title='Bratfink the Superstar??????'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-3517791654505568700</id><published>2009-01-03T13:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:09:39.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my real first ever blog entry...</title><content type='html'>This was my first ever entry at JS. Who knew what blogging at JS would bring me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats going on in my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted Fri, 08 Apr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time and I`m not really sure what I`m going to say, so I`ll&lt;br /&gt;just ramble.&lt;br /&gt;I`m 31 in real life but I`ve decide that from now on my birthdays will go&lt;br /&gt;backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in King`s Lynn, UK with my gorgeous 7 year old bratfink (my son) my cat&lt;br /&gt;called Pingu, a rabbit called Squirtle and 2 baby hamsters called Jackie and&lt;br /&gt;Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about Bolgs by reading a book by a high class hooker and it mentions&lt;br /&gt;her bolg ( a very very good book but I can`t remember the name I will let you&lt;br /&gt;know another day), then someone I work with , Shabby, started his yesterday, so&lt;br /&gt;I thought I`d follow.&lt;br /&gt;I also work with Popcorn who has started hers today too.  As you can tell we are&lt;br /&gt;not the hardest working people at the moment, the boss is away!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bit strange writing about me on here....I wonder if anyone will be&lt;br /&gt;interested?&lt;br /&gt;I think its great reading other peoples entries, I`m a very nosey person, the&lt;br /&gt;kind who looks into peoples houses when I walk past, if they don`t like it they&lt;br /&gt;should put net curtains or blinds up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit about my life......&lt;br /&gt;My friends play a huge part....I have some very special friends who no doubt I&lt;br /&gt;will mention quite frequently. F is my bestest friend ever, we met about 11&lt;br /&gt;years ago when we both worked in a nasty part of South London.  She is always&lt;br /&gt;there for me even though she still lives London way.  F will always make me feel&lt;br /&gt;better when things have gone wrong, always cheer me up when men have been bad&lt;br /&gt;(this happens quite a lot)and she has never let me down....I love F xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for the mo but I have a feeling I will be back later today to waffle on&lt;br /&gt;some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-3517791654505568700?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/3517791654505568700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-real-first-ever-blog-entry.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/3517791654505568700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/3517791654505568700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-real-first-ever-blog-entry.html' title='my real first ever blog entry...'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-5688131901851215139</id><published>2009-01-03T09:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:16:46.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2008 AWARDS....stolen from another blog.....</title><content type='html'>I stole this from &lt;a href="http://mokijean.blogspot.com/"&gt;this chick&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2008 AWARDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) DRINKING BUDDY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth and Danielle. Not so much in the winter, but summer time was all drink and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) LIFETIME SERVICE AWARD (longest friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl Claire. She lives in England, so we don’t see each other enough, but theres still big love between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) NEWCOMER AWARD-COOLEST NEWEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably Dana from work. I knew her in 2007, but we became good friends this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) FRIEND WHO CAME BACK INTO YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people I found on Facebook, old school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) HIGH POINT OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting married in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) LOW POINT OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None really, just missing family and friends in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) BEST HOLIDAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas…..we spent it in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) YOUR SONG FOR 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, theres loads. Maybe Chasing Pavements by Adele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) MOVIE FOR 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex and the City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) WHO WAS YOUR BEST KISS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gorgeous man I call Hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) BIGGEST CRUSH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny Lee Miller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) WHO WAS YOUR VALENTINE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) WHAT WERE YOU FOR HALLOWEEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) RESTAURANT OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember the name, some great little Italian in South Philly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) BOOK OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack Up The Moon, or The Wednesday Letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) BEST DECISION MADE THIS YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To walk away from fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS FOR NEXT YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, healthy and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) MOST STUPID IDEA WHEN DRUNK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that laying down would be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) TV SHOW OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow too many. I have become oddly addicted to Jon and Kate Plus 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) MOST LOYAL FRIEND OF 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) BIGGEST CHANGE OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can’t think of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) BIGGEST DOUCHEBAG AWARD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I can’t mention incase family reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) NEW YEAR RESOLUTION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To buy and wear great shoes just because…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) MOST MEMORABLE MOMENT FOR 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with family and friends on my wedding day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-5688131901851215139?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/5688131901851215139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-awardsstolen-from-another-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/5688131901851215139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/5688131901851215139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-awardsstolen-from-another-blog.html' title='The 2008 AWARDS....stolen from another blog.....'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-6803884128076984444</id><published>2009-01-02T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:05:08.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one last coat.....</title><content type='html'>I am decorating Bratfink's bedroom. It was blue, he now wants white walls with glow in the dark skateboard logs.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully one more coat of paint and the walls will be finished.&lt;br /&gt;We bought him some new furniture yesterday, and Brian decided he would buy a new flatscreen tv for our room, that way Bratfink would get our old tv. I say old tv, its about 2 months old, also a flatscreen. Bratfink doesn't know hes getting it yet. We are going to build his new furniture and just put the tv on it. He will piss his pants with excitement when he see it.&lt;br /&gt;Brian really does spoil tht boy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a post about shoes earlier. I have decided that 2009 will be the year of great shoes. I am going to wear whatever pair of shoes I feel like and not keep some for 'going out'. They hardly ever get worn and its a waste.&lt;br /&gt;I also now feel like I amy need to buy some new shoes to put my plan into place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-6803884128076984444?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/6803884128076984444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-last-coat.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/6803884128076984444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/6803884128076984444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-last-coat.html' title='one last coat.....'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-3640897043108657842</id><published>2009-01-02T11:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:13:40.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sperm donor strikes again....</title><content type='html'>So Bratfink saw his Dad while we were home at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;He took him shopping for christmas gifts, then the next day took him out for fun things. He had a hotel room near where my Mum lives, but Bratfink would not staty with him.&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how he thinks he can call me out on my parenting when he sees him less than once a year. He calls him maybe 3 times a month.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks that the music I let him listen to is too old for him.&lt;br /&gt;At one point I said shit in front of Bratfink and the sperm donor told me to to say it.&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't swear in front of my child, but hes 11 years old, and shit is not the worst thing in the world for himto hear.&lt;br /&gt;The sperm donor had a long conversation with Brian about punishments and said that I am too soft on my child, I should be harder on him.&lt;br /&gt;Again, he knows nothing of our life here, he has never asked questions. I don't think he has the right to call me out on anything.&lt;br /&gt;Bratfink is not a brat. He is well behaved (mostly), polite and caring. When he does something wrong, Brain and I do what we think needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;His bigest problem at the moment is hes turning into a teenager. He grunts more than he talks and he sometimes has n attitude with me. I deal with it when it happens.&lt;br /&gt;It just pisses me off that his Dad has not called to see how his trip back was, or to see how hes doing after being home for a week, yet he thinks its fine to tell me how to raise him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time Brian has met the sperm donor.He was not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;The man is an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;But hes Bratfink's Dad so we do waht we have to for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-3640897043108657842?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/3640897043108657842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/sperm-donor-strikes-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/3640897043108657842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/3640897043108657842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2009/01/sperm-donor-strikes-again.html' title='sperm donor strikes again....'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-7433454915871559747</id><published>2008-12-31T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:30:22.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>such pretty things.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some birthday and christmas money to spend on lil old me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't decide on this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVurkZ2NGiI/AAAAAAAAABI/BKtnhzb9mIQ/s1600-h/tiffany+necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286007229551286818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVurkZ2NGiI/AAAAAAAAABI/BKtnhzb9mIQ/s320/tiffany+necklace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVursUmyA4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/lrEKqpjqzQg/s1600-h/tiffany+ring+necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVursUmyA4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/lrEKqpjqzQg/s1600-h/tiffany+ring+necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286007365583373186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVursUmyA4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/lrEKqpjqzQg/s320/tiffany+ring+necklace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVursUmyA4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/lrEKqpjqzQg/s1600-h/tiffany+ring+necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I really want this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVur3NS9pqI/AAAAAAAAABY/IpoGSx8IkwQ/s1600-h/tiffany+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286007552599762594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVur3NS9pqI/AAAAAAAAABY/IpoGSx8IkwQ/s200/tiffany+ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh how do I choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should of married a rich man then I could have them all!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-7433454915871559747?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/7433454915871559747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2008/12/such-pretty-things.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/7433454915871559747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/7433454915871559747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2008/12/such-pretty-things.html' title='such pretty things.....'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVurkZ2NGiI/AAAAAAAAABI/BKtnhzb9mIQ/s72-c/tiffany+necklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945201957423666821.post-5111358857159805868</id><published>2008-12-31T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:05:02.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog, new year.....</title><content type='html'>I used to be Bagpuss at Journalspace, but unfortunately JS is no more.&lt;br /&gt;I think this will be my new home.&lt;br /&gt;It seems easy to use, well so far anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me I backed my old blog up a few weeks ago so I haven't lost that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip home was great. I had a fantastic time catching up with family and friends. It wasn't long enough, but if all goes to plan I will be back there sometime in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays my birthday. Wow, I'm getting old....35!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found some old JS friends, I need to spend some time finding more old friends and hopefully some new ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945201957423666821-5111358857159805868?l=bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/feeds/5111358857159805868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-blog-new-year.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/5111358857159805868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945201957423666821/posts/default/5111358857159805868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagpuss-bagpuss.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-blog-new-year.html' title='New blog, new year.....'/><author><name>Bagpuss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107736800425285856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Rw9qTo4I4Q/SVttBs0FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80SkkR5g74E/S220/bagpuss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
